#Also by 'younger me' I mean that I saw it tonight and I immediately got the same urge to Go Do That

[felix-lupin]

Got the kind of moon out tonight that younger me would've gotten the urge to sit outside and read in

[rafeandonlyrafe]

pizza night

words: 2.2k

warnings: mentions/implications of sex but no actual smut, best friend!rafe, jealousy, angst but happy ending, friends to lovers, rafe with another girl, reader sleeps with kelce

“PIZZA NIGHT!” you shout, rafe letting out a whoop as you carry in the two boxes, plain cheese for you, and a mess of toppings for rafe.

“was worried you weren't gonna show up.” rafe glances at the clock. you're only about five minutes late, only running behind because the pizza place was busy and your order wasn't ready on time.

“as if i would miss our weekly pizza night.” you roll your eyes. you've had to shift times around occasionally to make sure you get the pizza night in, like for rafes football schedule, or you having to help your parents out at a fundraiser. for the past three years, it's been every thursday night, even both getting pizza from your respective locations while you facetime when you're not both in the outer banks.

“come here.” rafe opens his arms up to you. you step into his familiar hold, strong arms wrapping around you, tugging you against his chest. you inhale his scent, so uniquely rafe.

he's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, your parents being friends when both became pregnant around the same time. you did everything together. pizza nights started as plum puree, as your mom loves to joke.

“what do you wanna watch tonight?” rafe asks, knowing whatever you put on will soon become background noise to your chatting, rafe happy to listen to any gossip you have to say.

“umm…” you tap your finger against your chin as rafe plates your pizza for you, loading his plate with three slices for himself. you know he's already got your preferred drink sitting on the coffee table. “mulan.”

“sure.” rafe nods. he used to argue when he was younger. you'd want barbie swan lake or a romcom while he prefered superheroes and action. he learned throughout your friendship to just not fight it.

you immediately start to tell rafe the latest gossip, filling him in on everything he's missed since you saw him last, even though it was only two days ago.

“oh and you'll never guess!” you squeal. “callie, my friend from florida?” you see if the name jogs rafes memory, which he quickly nods. how could he forget. the one other friend that competes with him, despite you only seeing her for weeks at a time when you went to visit your grandparents in florida. “she's coming to the outer banks! she's gonna stay with us for the summer while her parents travel.”

“oh, nice.” rafe nods. he's happy for you, he really is, but he hopes she's not going to get in the way of his time with you, especially pizza night.

--

“girl, why didn’t you tell me rafe is hot as fuck?” callie giggles, looking out the window where rafe and a couple of his friends are chatting on the patio.

“ew.” you scrunch your nose up. you mean the criticism about callie finding him attractive, not about rafes looks, but callie doesn’t take it that way as she rolls her eyes.

“seriously, he’s so fine.” she slices into another lemon, handing one half to you as you squeeze it to make fresh lemonade.

you just frown. you don’t want callie to find rafe attractive and you’re not sure why the jealous feeling builds in your gut, so you quickly change the subject.

“wanna come to a party friday night? at kelces.” you question.

“oh my god, yes.” callie nods, helping you carry out cups while you bring out the pitcher of lemonade, pouring a glass for yourself and whichever one of your friends also wants one before sitting next to rafe.

callie takes the open spot on the other side of him as the conversation instantly strikes back up. you remain quieter than normal, eyes flicking between them as you watch them interact. you’re glad they’re getting along, truly, but you feel like gouging your eyes out when callie laughs and places her hand on his bicep.

“you okay?” rafe asks after everyone else had gone home, callie having taken your car back to your place to shower while you plan on asking rafe to drive you home.

“yeah.” you put on a wide smile. “whats up?”

“you just seem quieter than usual.” rafe watches your face carefully, noting the way your face falls before you perk back up with a shake of your head.

“nope, im fine. just glad you're getting along with callie!”

“speaking of…” rafe pulls his phone out, handing it to you. “can i have her number?”

“oh… yeah.” you nod quickly, grabbing his phone and typing in her number. you have it memorized along with rafes and your mom and dads, the only ones you’ve typed in enough to know by heart. “why do you want it though?”

“i thought i’d get to know her a bit.” rafe shrugs. 

“okay.” you force a smile on your face before standing up. “im gonna walk home. see you thursday for pizza night!”

“y/n, wait-” rafe tries to call you back, but you’ve already disappeared into the house.

--

you struggle to knock on the door with the pizza boxes in your arms. usually its unlocked, or rafe is there to open it for you the second your car pulls in the driveway.

“shit.” rafe opens the door, his face pale.

“what?” you shove past him, needing to set the cardboard boxes down.

you walk into the kitchen, going to place the boxes down on the counter when you realize there is already a box sitting there, opened up with a couple slices missing. you carefully slide the boxes out of your arms onto the marble before looking at rafe.

“i-i forgot-” rafe says as you look into the living room, seeing callie sat on the couch, her eyes on the television screen as she takes a bite of pizza. 

“you forgot about our pizza night?” you question, not even trying to hide your tears this time as they form in your eyes.

“i just didn’t realize it was thursday, y/n i-”

“its fine.” you shake your head, heading towards the door. you need to leave before your emotions explode. 

“y/n, please.” rafe grabs your hand right as you reach for the doorknob.

“no.” you turn around to look at rafe, knowing that there are tears streaming down your cheeks, yet you still attempt to force a smile. “no, go. have fun with her.”

you pull out of his grasp and leave, rafe standing on the front porch watching you drive away.

--

“coming to the party?” callie asks, wearing a tiny dress with high heels, showing off her flawless legs.

“nah.” you shake your head. “im feeling kinda tired.” 

“alright.” callie frowns, but doesn’t push you any farther as she walks towards the front door, looking back once before leaving. 

you are genuinely tired. you stayed up all last night waiting to hear callie arrive back at your house from rafes. she didn’t get home until 10 in the morning the next day. you know rafe has slept with girls before, but usually when he’s way too drunk after a party, and never with a girl you considered your friend.

you turn the tv on to a random channel, just needing something to distract yourself and stop you from crying again.

hours tick by as the sun sets, your eyes burning from staring at the television and holding back tears when a sudden knock on the door makes you jump.

you stand up, hoping its rafe, hoping he’s coming to apologize and to put all his attention back on you. you feel bad when you open the door and see its topper, your face no doubt giving away your disappointment.

“y/n, are you okay?” he asks. “you aren’t at the party.” he states the obvious as you stand in your sweatpants and a flimsy tanktop.

“just not feeling it.” you shrug. 

“is it… callie and rafe?” topper asks. he doesn’t need you to confirm as tears well in your eyes.

“i-i like him. i didn’t even realize until i saw them together.” you finally admit it to yourself why you’re so upset. 

“shit.” topper pulls you into a hug as you cry into his shirt, glad for his comfort as he rubs his hand up and down your back, hoping he can help you feel better.

“i shouldn’t be telling you this…” topper sighs. “but kelce has a crush on you. if you want to go to the party and… i don’t know, make rafe jealous back.”

“he won’t get jealous.” you shake your head. “he likes her.”

topper just stares at you with a look of pity. so in your head about your friendship that you can’t even put together the pieces that rafe likes you back.

you look down at your outfit. honestly, you can’t even manage to put on anything other than your crocs, you’re not going to change into a dress and heels just to dance up on a guy you don’t even really like.

“just come wearing that.” topper says, sensing your apprehension. “im serious, you look good. it’ll show how different you are then all the other girls there.”

you look back into your house at your couch, the tv still turned on before looking back to topper. he nods at you with encouragement.

“i need to get drunk immediately.” you tell him as he laughs, pulling you out the door.

--

you let out a groan as you turn over, snuggling into water warm body is wrapped around you as sleep slowly clears from your head.

“good morning, beautiful.” kelce says, making you blink your eyes open as the memories of last night come back, of ignoring rafe and callie dancing together as you move to kelce. topper was beyond right about the outfit as you captured the eye of most of the guys there, especially rafe as he tried to get your attention, but you were up in kelces room before he could steal you away.

it felt good to sleep with kelce, but not completely right.

“morning.” you smile. kelce is handsome, especially with the warm morning light shining in on the two of you, but your heart hurts as you wish it was rafes face you were looking into.

“can i have you again?” kelce asks, reaching down to grab your ass.

“yeah.” you nod with a smile. another distraction won’t hurt.

--

“where were you?” rafe asks as you arrive home, not expecting to see him snuggled up to callie on the couch.

“sleeping with kelce.” you say with a shrug. if rafe isn’t gonna hide his relationship with callie, you certainly aren’t going to hide what you were doing either.

“he doesn’t care about you, y/n.” rafe stands up, callies face shifting to one of worry as she looks between the two of you, realization sinking in. “he just wants to sleep with you.”

“okay, and?” you laugh, a bitter, spiteful laugh. “he’s got a big dick, and maybe i just wanted to sleep with him too.” 

you stomp away towards your room, blaring music from your speaker the second you’re inside. you don’t want to hear any noise rafe and callie might make as you flop down on your bed, quickly falling asleep despite the blaring music.

--

the music being turned down wakes you up as someone sits on your bed. you groan and turn onto your back, expecting to see rafe.

“callie?” you question, glancing at the bag slung over his shoulder and the suitcase sitting in your open doorway. 

you sit up quickly. “are you going to stay with rafe?”

“no.” she says with a gentle laugh and shake of her head. “im going back to florida.”

“what?” you question. 

“i didn’t mean to come between you and him. i thought you didn’t like him. i… i don’t want this to ruin our friendship, so i’m leaving. he was fun to be with, but it was never serious for either of us. he’s serious about you.”

the words sink in as you look to her with hope in your eyes. “you talked to him about it?”

“i did.” she smiles with a gentle nod, glancing towards the clock on your nightstand. “the taxi is waiting outside to take me to the airport.”

you shoot forward to wrap your arms around callie, pulling her into a tight hug. “thank you.” 

“of course.” she holds you back just as tight. “come visit me in florida, okay?” 

you nod enthusiastically before she gets up to leave. 

--

“finally.” topper sighs with relief as he opens the door to tanneyhill. “i’ve been trying to get him to go over and talk to you for the past four hours.” topper pulls you inside before you can even react. “seriously, you guys just need to date already. he slept with callie, you slept with kelce, and now you’re even. go make out.” topper shoves you into the living room before fleeing.

it takes a second for rafe to look up, his eyes red with tears.

“i had no clue.” rafe shakes his head. “i had no clue you liked me. i never would have done anything with callie if i knew. i thought i’d never get to have you, so i thought settling for your friend would be the next best thing.”

“i don’t like you.” you say before quickly clarifying. “i love you, rafe.”

rafe is standing and making his way towards you so quickly that you don’t even process his movements until his lips meet yours in a fierce kiss.

you hesitate for a moment before kissing back, feeling his arms wrap around your body, holding you tight to him, not allowing you to escape or leave ever again.

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[misctf]

Spring Break Mishap

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

[helloalycia]

𝐈 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐑 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] // 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃

summary: Lucy Gray has always been there for you, the only person you care for as much as you do. So much, in fact, that when you discover Mayfair's plan to have her reaped in the Hunger Games, you know you have to stop it. Even if it means giving up your own life.

warning/s: the usual warnings that come with the Hunger Games.

author's note: okay so someone requested another lucy gray imagine where reader volunteers for her, so that’s what i did but kinda did it a little bit different as the usual volunteering storyline feels very been there done that lol. Hope you all like it anyway! there’s a second part too :)

two / masterlist / wattpad

It had been a long a day, my feet hurting from being stood up for so long and my exhaustion from working a long shift worsening by the second. But as soon as the clock hit 5pm, all my energy returned and I was quick to leave my apron behind as I left. Working at a crockery stall in the markets wasn't a terrible job, and it paid decently, but some days dragged longer than others and I only wished for it to end.

Thankfully, tonight was also a night that the Covey performed at the Hob, so I made my way over there, specifically behind it where the musical group got ready before performances in an abandoned garage they claimed as theirs. I always met before their shows, wanting to wish them luck and also because Lucy Gray, my best friend, would never let me hear the end of it if I didn't stop by beforehand.

"There you are!" Maude Ivory, the youngest of the group, called me over once I stepped in the open door. "You took forever!"

"I'm like two minutes late, Maude Ivory," I defended myself, and a smile fell on my lips when I saw her pouting. "Sorry."

"Can you braid my hair like last time?" she asked politely, already turning around and readying herself for me.

"I sure can," I agreed, smiling at the others as they got ready before moving to braid Maude Ivory's hair.

It didn't take long, just a simple braid around the crown of her head, complementing the rest of her hair that was left out in a way that made her look like a princess. Adorable.

"Oh, I love it!" she gushed, immediately looking in the mirror to appreciate it, and I watched her with a smile. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"No problem," I said dismissively.

"Wow, you look beautiful, Maude Ivory," Lucy Gray appeared beside me, smiling down at the younger girl, and then she gave me a playful look. "Favouritism much?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "All you had to do was ask."

She immediately took a seat on the chair Maude Ivory was moments ago. When I didn't move, she glanced over her shoulder at me with a knowing nod. "Well, go on then."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly before moving to braid her hair next, squeezing her shoulder slightly in retaliation, and I knew she was smiling all the same. As I'd done many times before, I combed out Lucy Gray's curly hair with my fingers, unknotting it the best I could, before separating it into two parts and giving her two over-the-shoulder braids.

"You done?" she asked impatiently, definitely trying to annoy me.

I finished tying off the second braid before rounding the chair to take a look. Her brown eyes looked up at me adorably, and even though she did nothing special, my heart fluttered in my chest at the attention.

Okay, so maybe I liked her a little more than friends, but I couldn't help it. She was the only person I had in my life that meant something to me, the only one who truly cared. After becoming friends many years ago because we happened to play in the park together as kids, she was stuck with me, and I suppose my gratitude for having her in my life turned into adoration somewhere along the way.

The only real family I had was my father, but he had been bitter towards me since my mum died only a few years after I was born. He hated me without saying it, and I sought love in friendship with Lucy Gray. Though, it was so much more than that on my end. But she could never know, for I'd rather have her in my life like this than not at all. And I would never risk jeopardising that, ever.

"Don't move," I warned her, before leaving the garage for a moment to pick a flower I'd seen just outside.

When I returned, I was surprised to see her sat how I'd left her, though pouting. I carefully slid the flower at the top of her braid, near her ear, and stepped back to admire my work.

"You're done, Little Miss Impatient," I finally said with a stifled smile.

She gave me a disapproving look before moving to the mirror to check it out. Her facade faltered as a warm smile tugged at her lips and she admired the view.

"Okay, I'll let you off since this is pretty nice," she said jokingly.

"Wow, only nice? I thought it was much more than that," I played along.

Her smile widened as she approached me, before kissing me on the cheek and hugging me briefly. I was expecting neither, my brain short circuiting as quickly as she pulled away.

"It's beautiful, Y/N, thank you," she said truthfully, losing her humour. When I didn't know what to say, too busy trying not to think about her lips against my cheek, she said, "You're stayin', right?"

I blinked, dazed. "Huh?"

She began to chuckle, and then her question truly sank in and I cleared my throat, nodding.

"I– yes, I am," I said, giving her a small smile. "Where else would I be?"

She rolled her eyes playfully before turning to the others. "Right, guys, are we ready to blow everyone's socks off?!"

As always, I enjoyed my evening at the Hob, cheering the Covey on and staying for all their performances as promised. It was always so lovely in there, except for the occasional fight that would break out between the miners and Peacekeepers, but none of that happened tonight. I was tired by the end of it all, as were the others, but as we all walked out together, Lucy Gray tugged my hand back.

"Hm?" I said, yawning as I looked to her.

"Are you in a rush to get home?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No, why?" I asked curiously.

Excited, she said, "Come to the lake with me."

I quirked a brow. "Now?"

Expression softening, she nodded. "Yeah, it'll be nice. It's a clear night too."

Another yawn escaped my lips and I covered my mouth before shaking my head. "I dunno, I'm a little tired and it's getting late."

"C'mon," she insisted, before grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her, but not before looking to the others and adding, "I'll see you guys later!"

"Don't make too much noise when you're back!" Barb Azure, the eldest of their group, warned her.

"I won't," Lucy Gray mumbled, and then we were off and I just about managed to wish everyone a goodnight behind me before we were too far from them.

"How aren't you tired?" I asked as I fell into step with her, accepting my defeat and knowing I couldn't really decline her offer anyway. "You've been onstage all night."

She shrugged. "I'm a little tired, but I wanted to spend more time with you. You've been workin' loads lately."

I sighed, feeling a little bad. "Sorry, it's the house. Payments are falling behind and my dad is getting on my back and–"

"Hey, I'm not complainin'," she stopped me. "I just miss you."

A small smile crept on my lips at her unwavering honesty – that was one thing I'd always envied about her. She could say how she was feeling without overthinking how it could be perceived, whereas I was the complete opposite.

"I'm right here," I assured her, and then she glanced at me with a smile that warmed my heart.

"How is he?" she asked. "He still standoffish with you?"

"Isn't he always?" I said, a little bitterly, before shaking my head. "Never mind him anyway. Doesn't matter."

Probably sensing my mood, she said, "You're right, it doesn't. You have me."

I was glad it was dark out, otherwise she would've seen the pink dusting my cheeks.

We continued our walk to the lake, talking and trying to stay awake long enough to make it there. It was a long walk on a regular day, but tonight it felt even longer because of the constant stepping around and trying to find our way in the dim light of the moon peeking through the trees. Still, it was comforting to be around Lucy Gray instead of back home where my dad would no doubt be on my case, so I savoured the time together.

By the time we reached the lake – in particular, a spot where a cabin sat, with a dock and boat beside it – Lucy Gray and I were wide awake, any hint of exhaustion for the evening dispersing with our trek. We both took a seat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the side, and she nudged my arm gently.

"Look how pretty the water looks," she said with amazement, and I hummed in agreement.

It was beautiful out tonight, the lull of the water lapping over itself and shimmering in the moonlight providing the perfect view for a perfect evening. Being out here always put me at ease, but being out here with Lucy Gray was indescribable.

After a moment of quiet, she nudged me again and I took the hint, following her lead as we both lay on our backs to look up at the night sky. If the view before was great, then this was amazing. Stars filled the sky, dazzling and bright and filling me with a sense of awe. It was different than seeing the stars from my house – this was all open, isolated, peaceful. I loved it.

"How many have times have you been here at night?" I asked Lucy Gray curiously.

"Not a lot," she assured, "but enough to know that it'a perfect for stargazin', and you love that, so I wanted to show you."

I chuckled a little. "I do. Thanks."

Another quiet enveloped us, only the sound of the water, the trees rustling gently and some birds in the distance to be heard. I could have stayed like this forever. It certainly would have been an upgrade from my usual life.

"Did you see Billy Taupe earlier?" Lucy Gray asked suddenly.

Billy Taupe was her ex-boyfriend and an ex-member of the Covey, but we'd all be ignoring him for a few weeks now after we'd discovered he'd cheated on Lucy Gray with the mayor's daughter. As a result, him and said daughter, Mayfair Lipp, weren't fond of us, especially Mayfair, who seemed to hold a personal vendetta against Lucy Gray.

I nodded, glancing at her, but she was still looking at the sky. "Yeah. I avoided him, but him and Mayfair were glaring at me for sure."

She exhaled quietly, troubled.

"Did he say something?" I asked, attention fully on her now.

"He confronted me between one of my performances," she admitted, piquing both my interest and concern. "Started talkin' about how I needed to stop badmouthin' him to the rest of the Covey."

I furrowed my brows. "You haven't though. If anything, you barely mention him."

"Well, he doesn't seem to think that," she said with an eye roll.

I frowned, hating to see her upset at the likes of him yet again. "If he keeps bothering you, tell me. I'll have a word with him."

As if I'd said something hilarious, she began to smile and then laughter spilled from her lips. "You're cute, and I appreciate it, but you shouldn't get involved. Him and Mayfair are capable of a lot."

"Lucy Gray–" I started, ready to retort, but she cut me off with a serious stare, her smile fading.

"Promise me, Y/N," she said sternly, dark eyes boring into mine.

I gave in instantly, embarrassingly enough. "I promise."

Visibly relieved, she relaxed and nodded slightly before sitting up and stretching her arms. I watched for a moment, though thoughts of Billy Taupe and his foulness stuck in my mind. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Same with Mayfair? Didn't they have anything better to do?

"Say, you ever been for an evenin' swim under the stars?"

I blinked, barely paying attention. "What?"

She glanced down at me with a smirk, before standing up and beginning to step out of her dress. Realising what she was doing, I sat up and started to protest.

"Lucy Gray, it's gonna be cold and dark and–"

But she beat me to it, her dress pooling by my feet as she dove in from the edge of the dock. I wiped my face with mild annoyance as she splashed me, watching as she resurfaced with a laugh.

"C'mon, you gon' leave me hangin'?!" she exclaimed.

I narrowed my eyes at her with distaste, but as always, I couldn't say no to her. So, grumbling to myself petulantly, I stepped out of my own clothes and dove right into the water next to her. It was cold, as suspected, but as I resurfaced, my body was already getting used to the temperature. It was still the middle of summer, so it was actually quite refreshing in the evening heat, though my complaints of it being dark were still valid.

"Not bad, right?" Lucy Gray asked me with a grin.

I pushed my hair from my eyes and gave her a reluctant glance. "I suppose not."

Her grin only widened, and then she looked up, eyes reflecting the moonlight and shimmering like the water. "Look."

I looked up too, amazed by the sight of the sky yet again, but before I could say anything, Lucy Gray splashed my face with water, making me shriek with surprise.

"Lucy Gray!" I scolded, wiping my eyes as she laughed. "You did that on purpose!"

Her laughter only increased, and then I was attempting to splash her back, but she was swimming backwards and then I was swimming after her, her laughter filling the silence of the woods and brightening up the place more than the moon ever could. I eventually grabbed her and splashed her face enough for her to spit it out and cease her laughter.

"Okay, okay, you win!" she gave in, wiping her eyes before playfully glaring at me.

It was my turn to laugh and she rolled her eyes lightheartedly before swimming around me yet again.

We stayed there for a little longer, splashing about and talking about everything and nothing. It was easy to forget everything waiting for me back home, or my job that I didn't want to go to, or the reality of our lives. No, all I had to focus on right now was Lucy Gray's voice, her company, her.

But it was seriously getting late, no doubt past midnight now, and all good things couldn't last forever. We were floating on our backs, staring at the sky in a comfortable silence, and I hated that I had to interrupt it.

"We should go back," I said reluctantly, stopping floating. "If my dad realises–"

"Right, yeah," she agreed apologetically. "Come on."

We both climbed out the lake in a peaceful silence, tugging on our clothes and shoes and squeezing the water from our hair the best we could. As I was doing just that, I felt her eyes on me and looked up with a confused smile.

"What?" I asked, feeling the last of the water drip down my wrists as I let go of my hair.

She began to smile unabashedly. "I'm glad I have you. Thanks for coming tonight. For being here."

My face was heating up, but I played it off with a playful eye roll. "Weirdo."

She chuckled quietly, shaking her head, before leading the way back to the Seam.

It had been a long day at work and the last thing I wanted was to come home to my father being grumpy, and yet that was what I'd gotten a few days later.

As soon as I walked in, I saw him home too, looking around the kitchen with a clenched jaw. He must have just got back from the mines, judging from the coal dust covering his clothes and skin.

"Hey, dad," I greeted politely, though already feeling tense because he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"The hell is all this?" he asked me, ignoring my greeting and instead motioning to the dishes on the table.

"What do you mean?" I asked with confusion, leaving my bag by the door.

"It's a mess in here," he said with irritation. "Did you not clean up?"

"Dad, I've been at work all day," I reminded him, sensing he'd had a bad day at work, because he wasn't usually this hostile. "When would I have cleaned up?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if I'd said something absurd. "Excuse me?"

I swallowed hard, not liking the way he sneered at me. "I–," I started, but stopped because I didn't know what to say. Technically, they were his dishes. His mess.

"Y'know, I work really hard to keep us alive," he said with a glare. "And the least you could do is keep the place tidy. You do fuck all anyway!"

I clenched my jaw, frowning and trying my best to contain my annoyance. "I know you do. But these were your dishes. From breakfast. I didn't even eat, I just left."

"Oh, so it's my fault?! That what you're saying?!"

"You're not listening!" I couldn't help but shout, getting sick and tired of his behaviour. "Look, you might have had a bad day at work, but you can't just take it out on me!"

"You don't know what I get up to at work!" he shouted right back. "It's not like yours, standing there, looking pretty! It's hard labour! Something you could never understand!" Then he motioned around and added, "Clearly! This place is a tip!"

I clenched my fists behind my back, but my anger was building up. "It's a tip because of you, dad! You leave it a mess! Then you come back and you blame it on me!"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" he yelled. "Have some respect!"

"Then actually try and listen to what I'm–!"

I couldn't even finish because he suddenly slapped me across the face, a sharp, blinding slap that knocked me off my feet for a second, leaving me stumbling into the kitchen table. I blinked, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Clean this place up," he snapped, before turning around to go to his room, slamming the door behind him.

I breathed out slowly, eyes burning now, and tried to ignore the pins and needles on my cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, and I should have been used to it, but it still took me by surprise sometimes. I hated it. I hated him. I would have done anything to leave, but I had nowhere to go.

Needing to get out of there as I calmed down, I left through the front door, waiting by the side of the house. I took in some fresh air and wiped furiously at my tears. He was the worst father a child could ask for, but he was the only one I had.

My face was hot and I was glad I couldn't see my reflection, knowing it would just be red on one side. As I finished wiping the last of my tears, I heard footsteps from behind me and sucked up a breath before turning around, worried it might be my father, back for round two. Thankfully it wasn't, but it was Lucy Gray.

She was smiling at first, then her eyes took in my expression and it faded instantly.

"What happened?" she asked straight away, stopping before me.

"Nothing," I assured her, though my cheek was still flaming, and she wasn't stupid.

She looked back at my house, and then back to me with a frown. "He was upset again, wasn't he?"

I looked to my shoes shamefully, not needing to answer. She knew what he was like, but it was something I hated to put on her. Nonetheless, she understood, and she touched my cheek gently, making me wince.

"You should stay with us," she muttered, trying to find my eyes, but I wouldn't look up. "We'll always have room for you, Y/N."

"I can't," I said with embarrassment. "And he's not always like this. It's– I'm handling it."

"No, you're not," she said, letting go of my cheek.

I didn't want to argue, nor did I want her pity, so I cleared my throat and looked up with the intention to change the subject. "What did you come here for anyway?"

She wasn't happy as she gave me a worried look. "Y/N–"

"Lucy Gray," I pleaded, before she could say anything more.

Giving in, she exhaled quietly. "I wanted to see if you wanted to go on a picnic with us tomorrow. You're not workin', right?"

At the sound of something much nicer, I relaxed and nodded. "I'd like that."

She seemed to relax too. "Good." Then she glanced over her shoulder at the house again, before adding, "You're stayin' with us tonight."

"I'm not–"

"You are," she insisted stubbornly. "You still have a few things left from last time."

I sighed tiredly. "I have to clean up. He's gonna be mad."

"We'll clean up together, then you're comin'," she reasoned.

"I'll do it myself," I told her, shaking my head. "You know he doesn't like me hanging around with you."

She looked ready to protest, but I shot her a pleading look. The last thing I wanted was to set him off again, especially in front of Lucy Gray. Thankfully, she seemed to get this and nodded reluctantly.

"Fine, but hurry up," she gave in, taking my hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "I don't like you in there alone."

"I'll be quick," I promised, before leaving her to clean up.

My dad was still sulking in his room, so I was able to clean up quickly and let him know where I was going. He didn't answer, nor did he stop me, so I left and met Lucy Gray back outside. She took my hand without question, not letting go until we reached her place. I was glad not to be alone tonight.

A week later, it was another fun evening at the Hob where I watched my best friend perform and I didn't have to worry about work or my dad or anything. It was just like any other evening there, nothing out of the ordinary, or so I thought.

During one of Maude Ivory's talented solos, I got up to the go to the toilet, making it a quick one so I wouldn't miss a thing. But as I left the women's toilets, I caught sight of Billy Taupe and Mayfair chatting around the corner in hushed voices. I didn't care at first, trying to ignore they existed for Lucy Gray's sake, but then they mentioned the singer herself and I couldn't help but eavesdrop a little.

"...doesn't know when to keep her trap shut and herself to herself," Mayfair was saying bitterly.

"She's a singer," Billy Taupe reminded her. "That's what she does. Just ignore it."

Mayfair scoffed. "She thinks she has everyone in this town wrapped around her finger because, what, she can sing? And put on a little show? Well, you know what, we'll see how she sings her way out of the reaping!"

I froze from behind the wall, wondering what she meant by that.

"What?" Billy Taupe asked, just as confused but suspicious as I.

"She may have the looks, honey, but I have the connections," Mayfair continued, her hushed voice growing increasingly more annoyed as she spoke. "You just wait until reaping day. Lucy Gray won't be bothering anyone for much longer."

My eyes widened at her threat. What the hell was she talking about?

"What are you–" Billy Taupe started, but the sound of the floorboards creaking beneath my weight made him stop, and I cursed inwardly.

Before they could even consider investigating, I slipped away between the doors unnoticed, back into the main room where everybody was distracted by the singing, dancing and drinking. My head was reeling though, trying to piece together what I'd just heard.

There was no way Mayfair would do what she was implying, right? She wouldn't just sabotage the reaping because of a feud, surely? Would she? If she did, then that would mean Lucy Gray would be chosen as tribute and–

Oh, God. If she was chosen, she'd be shipped off to partake in the Hunger Games and that was it. She wasn't a fighter, she was a performer. And the Games was no place for someone like her. I'd never see her again. And her family– oh, no. No, this couldn't happen!

What could I do to stop this? Mayfair would never listen to reason, especially not from me. It wasn't fair, any of it.

Suddenly, I felt nauseous at the thought of everything playing out just as Mayfair wanted. Needing some fresh air, feeling overly stuffy in the Hob, I pushed past everyone and stepped outside, ignoring those who were enjoying a cigarette or drink and trying not to throw up.

I couldn't lose Lucy Gray like this, not because of some stupid feud. How badly could Mayfair hate her to do this? The Covey would be broken without her. She was too valuable to everyone. And she was all I had.

"Y/N?"

I turned around, seeing Lucy Gray approaching me with a concerned smile on her lips.

"What happened?" she asked, stopping before me.

I blinked, my thoughts still racing around. "What?"

"You left lookin' upset," she said worriedly. "What happened?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head. "Nothing. I just feel sick. Might've eaten something funny."

Her smile faded, replaced by a concerned frown. "Oh, gosh, do you wanna go home? Go to ours? I can walk you back. The others won't mind if I leave a little early."

She was watching me carefully, patiently, dark eyes flittering around my face as if she'd find the problem just like that. She was too kind for her own good and I couldn't help but think about how unfair this all was. She wasn't a bad person at all. How could Mayfair do this? Why couldn't I do anything about it? There had to be something!

"Y/N?" Lucy Gray said, before pressing the back of her hand to my forehead with concentration. "Hmm, you do feel a little warm."

It wasn't fair.

Without thinking, I hugged her tightly, promising myself there and then that I would fix this. She wasn't going to be subjected to Mayfair's wrath, not if I could help it.

"Woah, what's gotten into you?" she said with surprise, but returned the hug.

"Sorry," I mumbled, before pulling back and clearing my throat. "I just need some water. I'll be fine."

She quirked a brow. "You're sure?"

I nodded, trying my hardest not to worry her anymore.

"Okay... good," she said with relief, before a smile curled on her lips. "I've got a new song I want you to hear."

I returned her smile, letting her tug my hand and lead me back inside, but the truth of what I knew was already starting to suffocate me.

For days I mulled it over, trying to convince myself that maybe I misheard or misinterpreted Mayfair's words. Or that, maybe, Mayfair didn't have as much power as she was letting on.

But deep down, I knew it was true, and she was just petty enough to send Lucy Gray to her death. Which then brought me to my next problem: what could I do to stop it?

Mayfair was the mayor's daughter and the mayor was the one who chose the names for the reaping. It was pretty solid, with no interference from me able to stop it. But what was I to do? Do I tell Lucy Gray? Her family? At least, if I did, it would give them time to prepare. But how exactly? Would it not be easier to just let it play out as to not ruin their last moments together?

I didn't know, and it was so much information to carry, eating away at me little by little. What I did know was that I couldn't lose Lucy Gray. What would my life even look like if she was gone? What would the Covey do without her?

Lucy Gray was loved, needed, wanted. She couldn't die, not when she'd be so dearly missed and had so much left to give. If only I could take her place... I knew I would if I could. Nobody needed me or cared for me, nobody but her. But she'd get over my death. And my dad couldn't care less. If it meant saving Lucy Gray, I would do it. After all, I loved her.

But I couldn't, because it was her name to be picked, not mine. And with her name, she'd walk onstage and I'd never see her again. How could I change that?

[joelsmochi]

Us Against the World

A/N: How easy is it to come back after a 4 month (unplanned) hiatus? Not easy. At all. Sorry for my absence darlings, a lot has been going on from moving to health issues to new jobs… It’s been so hectic that I am willing to admit that this piece of garbage was also being worked on over the entire 4 months I hadn’t posted. This was all I could conjure up, but I wanted to polish this off so I could move onto the next project, so I also apologize for how rushed this one kind of ends + it doesn’t have the same lighthearted tone as the first 2 parts. Regardless I hope you enjoy reading (don’t judge it too critically… I’m begging.) Also I think when I pasted this it got rid of my italicized and bolded words -.- (i am serious about italics)

warnings: 18+, kinda mean!jealous!insecure!joel, cclg/ddlg [attitude] dynamic, punishment (but it’s really a reward ;]), angst, more panty kink, some useless scenes, chance of getting caught, a little sadness and a bit cheesy, lazily proofread so expect grammar issues + typos!, i don’t wanna spoil so it ends there byeee (let me know if i missed any please!)

wc: 10k (will the length make up for how bad it is? no? ok >.<)

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The bar was filled with laughter and short applause from people winning their games. It smelled slightly of stale alcohol and oak wood.

You had just walked in with Joel behind you. As you were taking in your surroundings, Joel had already seen a guy or two look you up and down. He chose not to say anything. They weren’t worth the trouble.

You both sat at the bar and ordered two beers though you weren’t necessarily trying to getting drunk tonight. You just wanted to keep your promise of making him jealous.

He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, but when he saw your eyes go from your fresh drink to scanning the men around the bar he knew he was in for a real treat.

“You’re serious ‘bout this?” He rhetorically asked.

You only gave him part of a smile and a shrug to say and what if I am?

He half rolled his eyes and sipped his beer, immediately grimacing at its subpar taste.

“Fine. Do whateeeeever you want, little girl. Just like you always do,” he said. “Gon’ and dance for other guys. I don’t give a damn.”

You glared at him when he called you a little girl, keening a dark chuckle from him. He was poking the bear inside you, waiting for the moment you would choose to give up on your cunning idea.

You stood up out of spite and slowly walked over to a man roughly your age, clad in some lousy outfit that somehow made him stand out to you.

The teasing smirk Joel was wearing replaced itself with a scowl. You swore you felt him shooting daggers into your back as you whispered in the younger man’s ear.

“Wanna dance?”

The boy looked at you with excitement and surprise, bashfully nodding and following you when you pulled him next to the other dancing couples.

You pressed your back into his and looked everywhere except for where Joel was sitting, swaying your hips in sync with your dance partner and occasionally pressing back into his crotch gently.

Joel stared long and hard at the boy who was just using the curve of your ass to jerk off, yet when his eyes wandered to you, all he could do was think about using you like that, only with fewer clothes on.

The song ended and Joel thought it would be the end of your shenanigans; he watched as you whispered in the young man’s ear again, and once you pulled away he motioned for his friend to come over.

Another young man approached the front of you, and you gave him a flirty smile as your arms linked around his neck.

Joel was gritting his teeth so hard he was sure he heard one crack. He wanted to keep his cool, not give you the satisfaction, but watching you dance for men that were your age when he was already insecure about being thirteen years older than you pissed him off.

He knew you were just having fun, but fucking hell.

He hated seeing those idiots practically fucking hump you in the middle of the bar. They were feral and inadequate compared to Joel who knew they could never take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of.

Joel had about enough when the boy in front of you began slipping his thumbs underneath your baby tee and saw how it made you tense up so he reached in his wallet for cash to pay for the drinks. Then, he stomped over you and grabbed your arm, snatching your body from between the two men.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” Joel growled at them before pulling you behind him. He felt you resisting his grip after entering the parking lot so he grabbed your hips and picked you up. He sat you in the passenger seat then got in himself, driving back home without saying a word.

You knew you were in for it.

Once you two made it to his place you were trying to get Joel to speak to you. He just gave you a hard look and tossed you over his shoulder without further resistance; he carried you to his bedroom, sat down, and forced you to bend over in his lap.

“I’m sorry, Jo—ow!”

He had landed a firm slap across the back of your thigh and then broke the zipper on your shorts from yanking them down. Your hips ached from the waistband digging into your bones. You tried wiggling from his grasp causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it back.

He smoothed a hand over the peaks of your ass for a few seconds, not wanting to hurt his precious girl.

But then he remembered how you left him without a care in the world just to spite him.

He gave you another spank that burned furiously against your flesh and forced a cry out of your throat.

“I’ll never do it again,” you pleaded, “I swear! Joel—“

Another smack.

“Fuckin’ damn right, you won’t,” he grunted, watching your ass color red. “You wanna fuck some dumb college boy, huh?”

You whimpered and waved your feet around desperately.

Smack! “Answer me when I ask you a question. Do you wanna fuck people your own fucking age?”

You shook your head frighteningly fast, waving your feet around more as if it would get him to release your hair but his grip only tightened. “No, Joel! I only want you—just you. Please, Joel, I’m sorry.”

He tugged at your panties, not too harshly, just gently enough to create a wedge between your cheeks. You were thankful he didn’t notice your eyes roll back and the soft moan that left you from the friction against your throbbing clit and asshole.

“My ol’ ass not enough for you? S’that it?” He whispered in your ear.

“Of course not—“

He popped you again from your words before pulling your panties up again, hating how you said it like it should have been obvious.

He watched you grind into the taut cloth, humping his knee. Although it was a subconscious movement from your body it didn’t stop him from letting out a humorous laugh.

“So fucking needy, ain’t ya?” He cooed, releasing the fabric and trailing a thick finger down the wet spot in your panties. “M’over here punishin’ you and you’re fucking my leg.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled.

“You like it when I spank you?” He cooed in your ear; you nodded and he chuckled softly, tickling the hairs along your neck. “Yeah?”

“I like it when—… When you pull my panties,” you bashfully admit. “Feels good.”

He slowly let your hair go and cradled your jaw softly to keep your head up. With a smirk, he toyed with the linings of your panties. “You like when I hurt that pretty little ass a’yours?”

You hummed, taking one of his fingers in your mouth. He circled the pad of his middle finger around the rim of your clothed asshole, letting out a hum or a chuckle every time he felt it pulse.

“You’re gonna be good from now on, girl?”

“Yes, Joel,” you whispered against his fingers, spit drooling into his palm.

“Good,” he hummed softly, “good.”

“Can you,” you paused, unsure of why you were still acting shy. “Can you please pull my panties again?”

He happily obliged, starting a little gentler this time. He watched the shadow of your face contort with pleasure while you moaned softly, grinding your clit into his knee some more.

He watched one of your swollen pussy lips escape from the constriction so he pulled them some more to make the other lip appear.

You moaned at the thin fabric being engulfed by your cunt, clenching so more of your juices oozed out.

You felt his finger gently slip beneath the fabric to rub your wet entrance. You exhaled at his long finger slipping inside of you, collecting your slick before sliding it up to your asshole to circle it briefly.

He removed his finger and snuggled your panties up more. The friction stung your skin deliciously. He landed a smack on your ass cheek with the noise piercing your ears; you yelped and flinched, seductively laughing afterward.

Joel noticed the outline of his hand appearing along your flesh, red and bruised. He kneaded it with his palm and told you to bend over the edge of his bed. Once you were on your stomach again you felt him pull your shorts off of you completely, then your panties. His hands warmed over your thighs, grazing your ass and touching your lower back. He pressed his thumbs in slightly to massage you there for a few seconds before he slid his hands back down again to spread your ass.

You held your lip between your teeth throughout his touches, not wanting to make any noises in case he wanted you quiet.

The cool arousal leaving your body dripped down to your clit almost making you flinch from the temperature difference. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, seeking his fingers or his tongue or his cock — anything. His laugh was taunting and raspy, seeing how desperate you were for him.

"Such a needy girl, hmm?" He took a deep breath leaning into your flesh; his tongue scooped up your juices from your clit to your ass in one long, heavy lick. You gasped, surprised by the sudden contact. You were left disappointed when he didn’t continue lapping at you, but a rush of joy ran through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you.

He heard your simpering little giggle, smiling at how cute it sounded but still popping your right ass cheek where you had begun to bruise. You hissed, chewing on your lip while he undressed from the waist down.

He teased his length along your slit, spreading your wetness upwards and slapping his fat tip roughly against the tight ring of muscle.

And it fucking hurt, more than you were expecting, but judging by Joel’s chuckle he already knew it would.

You understood his need to humiliate you. That was the whole reason for doing what you did. You wanted him to have his way with you just as you had a few nights ago.

But you hurt his feelings more than you expected to and much more than he would like to admit.

He slapped your puckering hole even harder to elicit a response from you, satisfied when you groaned his name.

“Joooel, that hurts.”

He lined up with your pussy, not quite touching you yet. His only response was, “Good,” before shoving his thick cock inside of you.

You screamed at him tearing your walls apart with cruelty, clenching furiously around him to try and adjust quicker.

But he wouldn’t let you.

He pulled out of you to watch your muscles flex for a second, then rammed back inside of you; he stayed as deep as he could.

After ensuring your stomach would remain glued to the bed his lips pressed a wet kiss to the rim of your ear. He listened to your soft cries, feeling your hips wriggle beneath him.

“You gonna be good for me?” He asked again.

You panted with annoyance and told him, “If you fucking ease up on me.”

It was an absentminded comment with consequences you’d be dealing with for days. Joel just clicked his tongue at you and dug his hips into your flesh deeper. His cockhead nudged your cervix serving up a mixture of pain and pleasure throughout your stomach.

He didn’t want to be too mean, however, so he pulled back and pushed his weight into your lower back from his palms. Your stomach being smooshed into the bed made the impacts of his thrusts feel deeper than they were.

Your precum enthusiastically coated his shaft, lubing your entrance as he rammed into you. Your voice was breathy as you spoke.

“Joel—th-that feels… That feels good.” Your eyelids hung low creating a blurry line of vision, head bobbing from his stuttering hips.

“You like getting fucked like a slut?” He spat to which you confirmed. “S’that why you act like one?”

You admitted your faults, not wanting him to ease up on you.

“You wanna fucking dance on someone again?”

You didn’t respond, too immersed in how good he was touching you.

He grunted, pulling out of you leaving strings of your precum mixed with his hanging; he flipped you around and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, using his other hand to hold you at the base of your spine. He lifted you off of the bed, making you yelp.

Once he got into a comfortable position he removed his hand from your neck, showing you how strong he was being able to hold you up on his own. Your legs looped around his waist as he stood tall, your hands clinging to the broad peaks of his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered; not wanting to be scolded again you lazily obliged. He laughed like a bully at your worn-out expression. “You’re so pretty like this, already fucked out like you can’t handle it.”

“Too much,” you complained against his lips in a short breath.

His hips snapped into yours, jolting your eyes wide open. “I don’t care. You wanted to act like a slut, so you’re gonna have to get fucked like one.”

“Joel—“

He shut you up by shoving his free fingers into your mouth, while the nails of his other hand dug into your back.

He didn’t want to hear your apologies anymore, or your complaints. He wanted you to shut up and take it, like a good fucking girl.

He saw the hindrance of innocence in your eyes that tried to beckon his forgiveness. He ignored it, meeting you with a punishing frown. The heavyweight stare riddled your nerves with anxiety — you didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He ravaged your attitude, breaking you down until he got his way with you just like you had all this time.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked again, shoving his fingers further back. You hummed into his hand and nodded, eyes as wide as saucers. He gasped when you twirled your tongue around his digits, slurping up the taste of his flesh. “You like that?”

“Mmhmmm.”

He experimented by pushing his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat; you gagged and coughed, but bit down on his knuckles so that he wouldn’t take them out.

His thrusts slowed because he was too focused on feeling your throat, something that felt entirely different against his fingers versus his cock.

Seeking his approval, you took this as an opportunity to fuck yourself on him. With your shaky fingers pressing into his shoulder blades you lifted you rocked your hips up and down, clenching around his length often.

“Look at’cha… You need to cum baby?” His fingers left your mouth indicating he wanted a verbal response.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good for you.”

“You’ll be good?”

“Yes. Fuck—yes. I’ll be so good for you, Joel. I promise. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He moaned at your cunt gripping him, smiling at how you humped him. You couldn’t hide your deprivation from him any longer, but he wanted you to earn it.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he instructed, smirking when you did so immediately. He gripped your ass with both of his wide hands to steady you. “Yeah, there you go. S’pretty like this…”

Your hair was glued to the sweat on your face and your eyes were low with a wave of tears waiting to spill onto your cheeks. Your teeth waned behind your red lips as you gurgled from choking on your saliva.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess,” he cooed; despite the softness in his voice, his tone was still suggestive of his anger.

He was on the verge of forgiving you, but he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Your arms and core were growing weaker the harder you worked your body on his, but you were so determined to cum — and to do it on his command.

“Tell me how pretty you are,” he said with a devilish grin widening.

You were a little lost — what exactly did he want?

“Hmm?” You hummed, unintentionally slowing down.

“Tell me… How pretty you are,” he said again.

“Um…” Your mind was blank, God, Joel could really fuck you stupid, couldn’t he? “I’m—I’m so pretty,” you whispered.

You couldn’t think of what to say.

Maybe if I compliment myself the way Joel does…

“You like how pretty I am for you?” You asked. “All fucked out from your cock?”

His eyes rolled shut as he let out an obscenely long groan.

He liked that, you thought.

“I look so pretty with your cock stretching me out, don’t I? Hmm, yes, fuck—ah! You make me so pretty when you let me fuck myself on you, Joel—gah! Do you—fuck. Do you wanna see how pretty I am when I cum like this?”

His eyes shot open at the proposal, the only words his mind was able to compute being, “Yes, princess. Yes, yes, cum for me—mnh, God. You feel so fucking good.”

His words were encouraging enough to keep you going, long enough to light that fire that tickled you red.

“Show me how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me, baby.”

Your ass stung from him squeezing where his punishment landed, adding fuel to your rising orgasm.

He saw it spread across your precious body: your eyes wavering between open and close, your mouth pouting with his name leaving your tight throat, your nipples peaking, goosebumps flaring across your entire body.

You were flushed red and heaving and Joel couldn’t look away. You looked so ethereal, wrapping your fluttering pussy around the base of his dick and grinding in circular motions.

Pins and needles poked your arms from holding your weight, but the climax felt too good to let up so soon. You were sensitive, knotty, and engulfed in the stillness you were finally able to have.

“My pretty girl,” Joel whispered sweetly.

You opened your lazy eyes, giving him a soft smile. “Show me how pretty you are when you cum,” you said against his lips.

He took a moment to catch his breath before propping his arms underneath your thighs one by one. Your body thanked you for the relief.

Your cunt squelched cum onto his balls while the air thickened with the aroma of sex and sweat.

So sleepy, you felt as he continued to drive his hips into you, but he was so handsome in the low light of the moon. You felt your soul tie to his own, blending your orgasm into admiration for the man.

This was anything but the casual agreement you two had come to weeks ago, but fuck was it well worth it. His jealousy was a sign of a weakness he only possessed when it came to you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered with need. You wrapped your hands around his jawline and pressed his lips against yours.

The slip of your tongue against his was nasty. It was fucking filthy. You licked each other anywhere you could reach, coating one another in saliva as if to mark your territories.

Joel whimpered against your lips, admitting his arrival in the middle of the kiss. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I—…”

His mouth parted as he brought you impossibly close to his body, and he felt a knee nearly give out from the intensity of his orgasm. He drifted his body to the floor so he could sit on his knees, not wanting to drop you.

His thrusts were small and deep as he continued ruining your sore walls with his ropes of cum.

Still entangled in a series of kisses, they simmered to a savory pace. You tasted each other and relished in the filthy mix of bodily fluids.

You’d never been so sweaty from sex in your life yet it felt so fucking amazing.

He pumped you so full of cum that even with his cock plugging you a little bit of it managed to leak out. You both smiled at the feeling and broke away from each other's lips.

With your head tossed back on the edge of his bed and his head resting on your chest, you just sat there in silence.

His hands gloss over your back and your fingers stroking the wet curls on his head. You wanted to stay here forever, clinging to him like a bear to a tree.

He pressed a kiss onto your collarbone before raising his head to look at you.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned shut-eyed, obviously very tired from sex. He grunted from standing up again and laid you in the cold bed before grabbing your panties and slipping them back up your legs. You finished it for him, making sure they were snug against your entrance to keep the cum from spilling out too much.

“I’ll go get some takeout, princess.”

You hummed with a small smile at his new nickname for you, feeling him press a kiss to your temple before you fell into a deep slumber.

“What are you doin’?” Joel yawned as he entered the kitchen.

“I am making us eggs and only eggs because you have a poor selection of breakfast foods.”

He snickered, closing the space between you and wrapping his warm arms around your waist. “Well, thank you, princess,” he mumbled against the curve of your neck.

His fingers slipped beneath the shirt you borrowed from him and found the hem of your panties. You didn’t allow his hands to distract you as you spread the fluffy eggs out over two plates.

“I guess this…” His fingers slipped inside of your partially wet cunt, curling just the way you like. “…is my breakfast.”

You shivered as goosebumps poked your skin from the motion of his hand, and you smirked to yourself when his other hand tugged at your panties. Once they hit the ground he bent you over slightly to pull his cock out, gliding it along your slit to tease you. You turned the stove off and gripped the counter, careful to not burn yourself.

Not even a moment later you felt his velvety cock smack against the peak of your ass, and you moaned at how warm he felt against your cold flesh.

“Joel,” you exhaled. “You’re fucking ruining me.”

“Y’say it like it’s a bad thing,” he grunted whilst sliding inside of you.

You moaned, eyes closing softly. “Not at all.”

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to break you any more than he did just the night before. His hot breath filled your ears with decadent compliments about how good you were for him and how much he wanted to show his appreciation.

Joel fought a moan every time he saw your eyelashes flutter shut and heard you sharply inhale between gritted teeth. His confession of admiration seemed to hold more weight than before. That knot inside of you gushes at his rasps of affection, pushing you toward the edge.

You focused on how he felt, every little thing he was doing: his left hand held you steady at your hip while his right stroked your hair calmly as if you were his new pet kitten. His hips curled into the shape of you as if his body was planting kisses anywhere you managed to still be bruised from his punishments. His thighs trembled against the back of your stiff legs, urging you to let go whenever you were ready, not quite rushing you.

His voice was staggering and cracking, the words I love you straining against his throat from him suffocating it with praises instead.

You knew all of the you’re doing so good f’me’s and you sound so beautiful’s and you look so pretty with my cock inside of you’s were just invulnerably hidden I love you’s, but it didn’t bother you.

You understood what he truly meant and that’s all you needed for now.

His lovely teeth nibbled into the valley of your ear earning a giggle from you; you were so close—so fucking close. You needed more.

You tried rubbing your swollen and throbbing clit yourself but it wasn’t enough. Joel’s need to take care of you radiated from the heat of his body and you craved more of his touch; you moved his hand from your hip to your stiff bud, guiding his fingers to perform the way you sought.

His fingers were strong and thick and just what you needed to overflow, clawing at his bicep, leaning your head back to rest upon his shoulder.

It felt so good to be held by him. A longing that burrowed itself into your soul resurfaced. Ready to be fulfilled by him.

His words turned into simpering little mewls of yes’s and cum for me’s as you clenched around him.

He knew you were just barely there and he was adamant on not changing his pace or patterns if it meant he could watch you crumble.

Joel’s right hand left your hair and held your agape jaw to keep your head from bobbing too much after one of your legs buckled and your grip around his muscles tightened. He increased the force of his thrusts emphasizing the sound of his hips clapping against your heated skin.

His body was aching from the lack of rest but every moan you let out was so soft and subtle that it motivated him to continue.

Your breathing was shallow, filled with whimpers since he wouldn’t ease up on your sore cunt, but you loved it. Your body craved the sin of secrecy that had Joel’s name written all over it.

All the sneaking around, lying, and pretending you two are nothing more than long-time neighbors made all of this worth it. The games. Chasing each other. Waiting days—if not weeks just for a kiss was the thrill of it all.

Deep down you knew it couldn’t last forever; it’d either have to come out or come to an end. But couldn’t you live in the fantasy just for a little while,

moaning Joel’s name a little longer,

feeling the thick cum etched between your bodies,

feeling him stiffen up or jolt whenever your breath hit his sensitive ears,

laughing every time he accidentally slipped out,

getting so carried away that you couldn’t hear anything else…

…Like the garage door opening.

“Oh! Shit!”

You and Joel immediately pulled away, shocked by the sudden boom of Tommy’s voice; with trembling legs, you struggled your underwear back up while Joel tried to tuck in what refused to be hidden.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t…” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he looked over and realized it was… You?

Wearing one of Joel’s big t-shirts and some rainbow-striped socks, Tommy said your name as if he couldn’t believe it was you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out.

“Jesus, Tommy. Quit lookin’ at her like that,” Joel complained while ushering Tommy into the next room.

“Like what?”

“Like she’s a piece of meat.” Joel briefly looked back at you with those puppy eyes of his and asked if you were okay. You could only give him a tense nod in response.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in before looking at the plate of now-cold eggs.

Embarrassed wasn’t even the word. Distress curled around every crevice in the pit of your stomach making you feel nauseous.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, regaining enough composure to grab two forks from the utensils drawer and take them out to the living room where the two men sat and spoke.

“Here you go, Tommy,” you said sheepishly while trying to pretend that you weren’t avoiding eye contact. Turning to Joel you said, “I’m gonna head home.”

“You don’t have to leave ‘cus I’m here,” Tommy said, his apologetic tone emphasizing his indication. “I didn’t mean to impose or nothin’, it was… Just a surprise.”

“I gotta go shower and change my clothes anyways, so, uh…”

“Here, I’ll go help you get your things. I’ll be right back Tommy,” Joel said. You both walked up to Joel’s cluttered room where he shut the door softly and then apologized. “I forgot we picked up a job for today,” he explained.

“Well, I have been told I’m a pretty good distraction,” you teased, fumbling with last night’s clothes. He chuckled and watched as you got dressed, asking himself how it got to this point. “I probably can’t do anything until Sunday. My dad wants to take me to this new movie tomorrow, and then some event thingy Saturday.”

“Sunday, that’s…” Joel’s voice trailed off while he pretended to think about something.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before hitting his arm with his t-shirt. He caught hold of it and used it to bring you closer, the grin of a jester playing on his face.

“I’m kiddin’, princess. I know it’s your birthday,” he cooed against your lips. His kiss embraced your laughter and made him smile again, but this time much more humbly. “I got you a present—but if I give it t’ya now I’ll be empty-handed in two days.”

You cocked an eyebrow up and stared at his lips causing him to vapidly blush. “You won’t be empty-handed,” you whispered. You held his hand in yours and brought it next to your face.

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, ‘cus I’ll make sure to keep both’a your hands busy,” you teased.

He watched carefully as you brought his index finger to your drooling mouth and took it in slowly. You somewhat forced his finger down your throat pretending it was his cock. You choked on the thick digit and pouted at him with your eyes.

He gasped at the textures of your narrow throat, frowning in a way that let you you’ve ignited something in him. He fought his moans harder than he ever needed to before, staring at you gag and slurp and slobber around his finger.

You curled your tongue against the webbing of his fingers and licked all of the excess spit up into your mouth with a swift bob of your head.

This made him bite his lip to shut himself up; you decided to not bully the poor man any longer and released his hand, smirking.

“You’re gonna regret that Sunday, princess. I’ll tell you that right now,” he threatened, however, his tone was full of defeat and his voice sounded higher from the strain of silencing moans.

“What are ya gonna do about it, old man?” You teased before walking out of his room.

Your birthday was more fun than you were expecting, more than enough people showed up (granted more than half of them were your dad’s friends), and you spent more time being the photographer than the center of attention.

Joel and Tommy showed up fashionably late (you’ve chosen to believe Joel’s watch is set two hours back). Meanwhile, their arrival earned a few giggles and stares from your high school friends.

They tried to talk to you about how much hotter Joel and Tommy had gotten while you pretended not to feel the pang of jealousy in your chest whenever they gawked at Joel a little too long.

They asked if you two had hooked up since being back and the only lie you managed to conjure was, “Joel’s either always at work or with my dad, so… I haven’t really been able to try.”

“Wait, does your dad know you two used to hook up?” One of your friends, Bri asked.

Right now you were really regretting telling all those lies…

“No,” you said almost too enthusiastically, “and I plan on keepin’ it that way. Not worth the trouble.”

“Well, if Joel’s not worth the trouble to you then you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a shot, would ya?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, wavering the drink in your hand around and mumbling, “Go ahead.”

“Hey,” another friend said after tapping you on your extended arm, “there’s plenty of fish in the sea. Joel’s just one guy.” She must have noticed the defeat in your eyes.

Maybe to you, you thought.

Before you could respond Bri was sitting back down at your patio table with an embarrassed pout on her face, and for some reason, you were surprised rather than happy (okay, you were a little happy).

“What happened?” You asked.

“He said he’s seeing someone else,” she scoffed. “Do you know if he even likes blondes? Because I can always dye my hair darker.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think he has a preference.”

The rest of them changed subjects so when your eyes went searching for Joel, you found him standing next to your dad at the grill where he was already looking at you wearing a smile. You smiled at him and then turned your focus back to your friends for the remainder of the afternoon.

Once your friends had left for the night and your dad ended up in a game of dice with his buddies, you realized you needed some time to decompress from all the socializing.

Your dad insisted on cleaning up for you the way you always did for him, so you made your way upstairs intending to lie down for a few minutes.

With your back facing the door as you flipped through a magazine Joel was able to sneak into your room; it was the lock clicking that scared you.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Joel!” You gasped while throwing your magazine at him.

He chuckled hoarsely and leaned against the wall with the doorknob sticking into his back.

���Could at least make a little more noise when you’re following me!”

“The more noise we make the quicker we get caught,” he spoke under his breath.

Your eyes were wide as you took the sight of him in; his skin was beautifully tanned from the Texas sun, his biceps straining against his almost too-small t-shirt, and his jeans hung a little lower than usual.

His glossy eyes lingered on yours as he watched you stand up and check him out. He saw the fear on your face morph into lust, increasing as you walked towards him.

“What’chu nervous for?” He teased after watching your hand fidget with your belly button ring.

You barely heard him, thoughts immersing into thoughts of all the things you wanted him to do to you. “Hmm?”

Even as you got closer to him your eyes couldn’t leave the imprints of his muscles effortlessly flexing against his shirt.

“You play with your piercing every time you get nervous,” he told you after you pressed your body against his.

Ignoring his statement, you stared at the shadow of his collarbone and the light layer of hair coating his chest.

“Look at me,” he cooed, yet you only did it for a second, fueling that same attitude he had at the bar.

He tapped underneath your chin more roughly than you liked, almost like a smack.

But when you looked at his face again you saw that darkness you knew you wanted it like that night again, despite your attempts at hiding it.

Joel could always see past your bullshit.

“You like when I’m mean to you, girl?” He asked. You opened your mouth, ready to omit, but he held a warning finger up. “Don’t. Do not lie to me.”

You swallowed the dryness in your mouth and batted your eyes at him before naively nodding your head. “Yeah,” you said. “I didn’t peg you for the mean type.”

His eyebrows raised in amusement, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “No? But you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” you whispered against his wet lips.

You didn’t need to decompress. You needed to unwind.

“I bet you did, rubbing that needy little pussy all over my leg when I was bruising you up all sweet and blue,” he bullied.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breath left your body, remembering how good it felt for him to punish you. When you looked at him again you saw an egotistical smirk had plastered itself onto his face.

“Problem s’that you didn’t disobey me tonight, so how could I possibly punish you when you were being such a sweetheart? Sayin’ thank you after opening every one of your gifts and offerin’ to help out.“ His tone was sadistic, taunting…

“Well, it is my birthday…” You said grinning. A heat burned through the pit of your stomach and spilled into your panties. “…and no one’s given me my birthday spankings yet.”

He remained quiet opting to run his hands up your arms until they cradled your face, thumbs stroking your lips and cheeks.

“You gonna count ‘em for me?” He whispered without breaking eye contact.

You smirked and kissed him tenderly. “Yes, sir.”

He pointed at your bed where you went to bend over the edge for him.

His boots softly knocked against the hardwood floor as he paced behind you, pondering in his head how he wanted to proceed.

Despite the curiosity that made you want to turn around and ask him questions, you stayed still and quiet until he gave you your first instruction.

“Take your shorts off.”

You reached for the button and zipper before pushing the denim down until it met your knees on the floor. Your hips wiggling more than necessary.

“No panties?” He said amusedly. You heard his body move behind you so that he became eye level with your ass. “You must’a really wanted that present from me tonight, huh?”

You nodded your head and reached under your stomach, using both hands to spread yourself for him. “I’ve been touching myself all weekend thinking about it.”

Joel stifled a moan at the sight of the creamy precum that revealed itself between your swollen lips.

You flinched and yelped at the sudden feeling of his middle finger spreading your cum around your tight hole making him smile.

“Rub your clit f’me, baby,” he rasped.

Licking your lips you rested your head down on the bed before listening to him; your ring and middle fingers rubbed perfect loops on your bud while your pinkie finger kept your cunt spread for his eyes.

He glanced at your ass which was still marked from his abuse nights prior.

“My God, girl… These my bruises?” He asked wanting to hear your submission.

“No one else I’d let do this to me,” you breathed out.

His calloused hands gripped and massaged your butt for a few quiet moments until a firm smack landed on your left cheek.

His touch left your body as he anticipated a verbal response from you but it took too long for you to compose yourself.

You were just so fucking eager for his fingers to dance around your cunt that you made the mistake of forgetting the arrangement that occurred only two minutes prior.

“I don’t hear you countin’, girl,” he warned.

“Shit,” you whispered, “sorry—“

He interrupted you with another smack, only this one landed on your spread lips.

“Ah!” You yelped, quickly burying your face into your sheets. It stung ruthlessly. “One… And two…”

You couldn’t see it, but you felt the mean smirk on his face burning into the back of your skull. “Take too long t’answer me again… You get the rest on that pretty little pussy a’yours. Understand?”

Your knees braced into the floor as you nodded. “Yes, I understand, Joel.”

“Mm,” he hummed grumpily. “Good.”

Smack.

“Three,” you hissed.

Smack.

“Four…”

Smack!

The pain was starting to get to you in the best way possible.

You knew that for the next week anytime you would sit down on your bruised cheeks you’d remember how Joel took care of you in the way you wanted him to.

One spanking in exchange for one orgasm — that’s how you saw it anyway. He wasn’t into unnecessary punishment, but he went into this knowing he’d find a way to make it worth your while however you saw fit.

Joel only dominated you because you dominated him in every other aspect. When it came to sex he lived to serve you. So if 23 spankings is what you wanted, well then… What kind of man would he be to deny you of that?

By the end of the torture, you didn’t even want to think about sitting down for the next two weeks.

Joel saw your reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet, watching those red and puffy lips curl into a beautiful smile.

“Dunno how much longer we got, girl,” Joel grunted as he stood up. “Best make it quick.”

Your eyes softly close and you bite your lip, giggling and moaning at how his southern drawl sounded especially sexy tonight. He noticed how lazily you were acting and laughed.

“You already fucked stupid?” He said with a small smile.

You turned onto your back, hissing at the pressure on your ass but giggling again at his annoyed tone and pursed lips. “Hmm… Maybe.”

Joel opened his mouth to say something but you raised your feet to rub against the growing bulge in his worn jeans. He watched your bottom lip get stuck between your rows of teeth, shining a drunken smile at him.

“You wanna play around, girl?” He flirted, a crooked show of his grin sending chills throughout your body.

“Wanna feel you, deep…” You let out a strained moan, cunt gripping so tight around nothing your precum slid out.

His fingers slid to the bulky strap of his belt and pulled it from his waist so fast it ended with a snap.

“So pretty like this…” He whispered as he sprung his cock free from its restraints.

Your face warmed with blush and your nipples stiffened at the sight of his dick: so hard it only slightly curved to the right, with a red hot angry tip beaming with a thick droplet of precum.

He leveled with your body and slid into you slowly, not wanting to risk making you moan louder than the walls could handle.

“Need you to be quiet for me, baby,” he whispered, “can ya do that f’me?”

Your eyes were shut, lips still between your teeth as you hummed and mewled. You nodded, looping his curls around the webs of your fingers and legs around his soft waist.

A breathy grunt escaped his mouth. His breath hit just below your ear making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

As his hips softly crashed into yours you felt yourself tensing at the sound of people outside and downstairs. You’d managed to forget your father’s friends were still here, and any one of them could walk upstairs to use the restroom only to hear the soft squeak of your bed frame—your father could.

Joel was just so easy to get lost in. His scent, his pretty smile, his touch… The way his tongue lapped at your neck like a cat would milk. How his hands cradled your waist and thighs. When he’d move his head up just for a moment to look into your heavy eyes.

God, you were a fucking mess.

His cock slid effortlessly against your needy walls, pressing deeply into that perfect spot at an angle you’d never felt before. And fucking hell, you wanted to say his name shamelessly. Scream it and plaster it onto the fucking walls if you could.

You did everything in your power to keep quiet, struggling from how your bruised ass stung even more every time his body crashed into you.

Joel bit the meat on your shoulder to shut himself up. His body yearning to fill you up with his precious seed was almost distracting. Almost.

“Doin’ so good f’me, girl,” he whispered into your chest, the pace increasing. “Might need t’cum.”

“Joel,” you whined, not needing anything more. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your head was thrown back into the mess of your blankets.

The knot in your tummy twisted, curling tightly around itself. You let out too loud of a breath that turned into a moan, but nothing too incriminating.

“Do not make me have to pull out and stop, now,” he rasped before taking two fingers and shoving them into your desperately open mouth.

You choked at the surprise but settled down and bit at his knuckles.

His face pressed into one of your tits as another desperate attempt to keep quiet, but all he had to do was feel you cumming to finish himself. Joel’s cock was sensitive and overwhelmed, and despite his best efforts to keep going for the sake of satisfying you he just couldn’t fucking take it.

You pouted and tried to pull him back in after he slipped from inside you to no avail.

“M’sorry, princess,” he huffed, annoyed with himself. “Can’t handle you sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes but saw the disappointment on his face as he buckled his pants back up.

“Just sneak over tonight,” you flirted, “suck me dry.”

He smirked at your coy smile and slid your bottoms back onto your hips. “I’ll do what I can,” he promised.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, cowboy.”

It had been about a week since your birthday, and Joel did indeed sneak over to give you your well-deserved orgasm, give or take three more.

And his real birthday present was a small Eiffel Tower; he had remembered how you’d always wanted to visit Paris. While he wasn’t the most superstitious or spiritual man he said he’d hope it would bring you good luck with traveling for fashion.

Your dad on the other hand had been quite distant since that night and you wondered if he saw or maybe even heard something that gave your little secret away. Your dirty lies. Had they finally caught up to you?

Or were you just overthinking things? Maybe he’s just been moody or tired or in hermit mode. It could have been lots of things, right?

Needless to say, it was a shock when he called you downstairs as soon as you were done with your shower.

“Hey Dad, what’s up?” You asked as you entered the kitchen.

“You tell me,” he grumbled, eyeing you as you sat down.

“Ummm, the apocalypse is happening and flesh-eating monsters are taking over,” you answered sarcastically. When his facial expression didn’t even change in the slightest you stopped joking. “Uh, I…don’t know…”

“Whose shirt is this?”

A dull brown and red flannel was tossed onto the island and you just knew your face gave you away.

“Dad—“

“Don’t lie to me either,” he said between gritted teeth.

Your father already knew it was Joel’s, you knew that. But he always gave you the opportunity to take accountability for your actions. Not like it made him less mad, it just softened the blow.

“Where did you find it?” You asked, voice shaking.

“Yesterday,” he said after some hesitation, “you were at work for your last day. I was doin’ your laundry and there it was, as plain as day.”

You shut your eyes, a tear of embarrassment rolling down your cheek that you wiped away swiftly. “It’s Joel’s.”

“Why is it here?”

You looked at him with eyes that begged for him to not ask, but his face was hardened.

“Because Joel was here,” you reluctantly answered.

“When.”

“A… A few times.”

“Why?!”

The tension was suffocating; you figured you were already caught so you may as well admit to everything—well, not everything if you could help it.

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” you said softly, leaning your forehead onto your hand. “Since I got back, we’ve been seeing each other. Sometimes I go there, sometimes he comes here.”

“Since you got back?”

You nodded and faced him again, fighting your tears. It wasn’t that you were sad or worried about what your dad may have done, you just wished you were more honest from the start.

“Yeah,” you answered. “I made the first move. I was trying to get over my boyfriend and… He was there… And it just sort of happened.“

“S’good thing you’re going back to New York soon.”

Your heart sank—had your dad forgotten when you said you were thinking of staying in Austin to stay close? Not just for Joel, but everybody. Your family, your friends, you wanted to be near when Sarah graduated. You missed life in Texas, too much to go back to New York State so soon.

“I—I told you I wanted to stay, that I was thinking of staying close,” you rambled, “did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget. You’re not allowed to see him anymore. You in New York makes sure that happens.”

“Wh—not allowed?!” You almost laughed. “I’m twenty-five, I make my own decisions.”

“He’s too old for you,” he said.

You scoffed, standing up. “I’m not some mentally incompetent eighteen-year-old, Dad. I’m a grown woman dating a grown man!”

“Not here! Not when you’re living in my house.”

“Well, then I will just fucking move out!”

You ignored his protests and calls for you, feeling like a grounded teenager all over again.

What you and Joel had was fickle, you knew that. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t built on a foundation, it was hardly dating even though you wanted it to be more.

Your dad would come around someday. Hell, maybe he would have already had you been honest from the start.

“Hey, Sarah, is your dad home?” You stiffly asked.

She frowned at your puffy eyes and red nose, looking over her shoulder before saying, “Uh, n—no, but he’s just runnin’ a bit late from work. Why don’t you come in and wait for him? He should be back any minute.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna impose. Just tell him to call me when he gets some free time, please?”

“You sure?”

You nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice anymore with how you were choking up from your tears.

Sarah’s shoulders dropped and she insisted you come in. “Come on, it’s starting to rain.”

After a moment of hesitation, you followed her inside after picking your bag up, wiping your nose, and clearing your throat.

Sarah was kind enough to bring you a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down a couple of cushions away.

“Are you breaking up with my dad or something?” She asked after a minute or two.

“What?”

“He told me a couple days ago, but I already figured because I heard him talking to you on the phone a while ago. Something about missing you,” she explained.

“I’m sorry, Sarah, I…” You sighed and looked at your hands. “I wish I was there to tell you.”

“No, that’s okay! I think it’s kinda cool. A little weird, but cool.” She assured. “But are you? Breaking up with him, I mean.”

“No, well at least I hope not,” you chuckled softly. “My father isn’t a very forgiving man.”

“He just wants to protect you. My dad said that’s just what fathers do. I’m sure he’ll come around someday.”

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The lock clicks soon followed by the door creaking open; you and Sarah watch as Joel walks in with empty hands before he notices you sitting on his couch. A look of worry spread across his face.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Sarah chirped while standing up. “She just came by to see us.” Sarah walked into the kitchen to give you some privacy.

Joel sat next to you and gestured at the ground. “Why do you have a bag?”

“Oh, I’m just going to stay with a friend for a few days,” you said.

He nodded reluctantly, sensing your nervousness. “Your dad find out?”

A wave of sadness took over you again, but you managed your tears away better this time. You only offered a nod, nails picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

“Why don’t you stay the night? I was gonna make steak for dinner.”

“I—I don’t wanna… Impose.”

He chuckled. “What d’you mean impose? You’re my girlfriend.”

Letting out a surprised sound, you frowned and looked around the room incredulously while Joel just stared at you anxiously.

“Girlfriend?”

He shrugged, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “Well. You are my girlfriend, right?”

“You never asked,” you laughed.

His eyes were a mix of amusement and surprise. “My apologies, darlin’. Forgive me for not having been gentleman enough.” He takes your hand earning a laugh from you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“You’re so sappy,” you teased before giving him a peck on the cheek. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

“I dunno what I’m gon’ do,” you said softly.

You and Joel had been in bed for a couple of hours just talking about everything, with Sarah sound asleep in her room; the three of you had watched one of Joel’s favorite movies and Sarah gave him a fixed watch.

You shifted up to rest on your elbow and looked down at him. “How much longer you think he’ll be mad?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said after sucking his teeth. “He doesn’t tend to hold grudges but I know he’s more mad at me. F’it’s any consolation.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned down to kiss him. His hand cupped your jaw just firm enough to keep you still. Your lips tangled with his, fingers reaching up to clasp his curls; he climbed on top of you carefully, humming on the tip of your tongue.

He began to grind and hump eliciting moans from you both while his right hand got to work beneath your shirt, thumbing the nipple just enough to tickle you.

Your hand snaked between your bodies to find the opening of his boxers; you pulled his velvety cock out and pumped it gently whilst not bothering to touch yourself as your panties were already pooling.

Your heart ached with so much pain and at the same time so much love. You needed Joel. In every fucking way possible for as long as you’d be blessed to have him.

His lips broke free from yours to greet your neck, then your collarbone, before planting around your now exposed breast.

You exhaled at his warm tongue swirling saliva around your peaked bud, sending waves of shivers down your arching spine.

“Joel,” you whispered leaning into his gentle touch.

With a throbbing clit and a slippery cunt you felt weak beneath him. You were enamored with pleasure that it overtook your body. You couldn’t control your breathing or your trembling. Hand awkwardly shifting around his shaft.

He took your other nipple into his hot mouth, shirt bunched around your arching neck. With daunting hands he traced the hem of your panties, pulling at them carefully.

He sat on his knees to undress your legs, adjusting so his cock lined up with your entrance. He slid in slowly, knowing the lack of foreplay could ruin this.

But it didn’t.

Your walls burned with a stretch so delicious it set your skin on fire. It took everything in you to not moan as loudly as your body begged to.

A soft gasp only leaving your lips, your head lolling back, eyes clenching shut… Yeah. Joel knew how to fucking work you.

Your walls clung to him fearing even just a moment of loss. His eyes burned into your feverish skin, watching the rise and fall of your chest and stomach as you took in deep breaths.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into your collarbone, placing a sloppy kiss on it afterward. “I lo—“

A pause in his voice made your eyes fly open; his hips stuttered the same way his voice did signaling something was wrong.

Joel’s heart punched against yours, but he kept grinding into you like he hadn’t spoken at all. Oh, but all the worry was written in his eyes.

“Joel?” You softly asked between moans.

He took in the softness of your hands cradling his uneven stubble. He hummed and kissed the meat of your palm before biting it gently.

You fought the nerves in your voice. Everything inside your body screamed that this was wrong, yet as you looked into his eyes your heart swelled with admiration for the man that helped you find pieces of yourself again.

“I love you too,” you finally said.

He stopped moving his body against yours and he just stared at you. He was conflicted with whether or not you said that only because he almost did.

But when you said it again and tightened your legs around his waist to affirm it he gave you a gentle kiss, finding his tongue bumping into yours along the way. Pulling back, Joel finished his sentence.

“I love you.”

“You love me?” You teased.

But his face remained serious, eyes boring into yours.

After a few more silent seconds Joel laid his head into the curve of your neck and began riding into you again. Hips rolling into you, breath hitting your neck, and hands gripping the sheets.

Your body was hot as molten lava, melting into the mattress. Joel felt so safe, so beautifully safe. Safe enough to say, “I love you,” in his ear over and over again, his voice overlapping yours with the same words.

He took care of you that night. Letting you immerse yourself into enjoying every damn thing he gave you. His grunts staggered and turned into short hisses of pain as you bit into his shoulder to keep quiet. That’s what fueled him: the pain of your undying desire.

He reached deeper inside of you than he ever dared to before, reaching reaching reaching to find your soul and bear all commitment to it. To serve you, as his gravelly voice whispered, “I fucking live for you.”

“I love you, Joel,” you responded. “It’s you and me. Forever. Us against the world.” A tear made its way from your eye to his forehead.

He kissed the trail the tear left and repeated you. “Us against the world.”

It was just sex talk — usually is, but Joel always knew what words would just make you fucking cum. Those words dripped from his lips like a poisonous honey for you to lap up and savor.

He wanted you cumming all over his sheets cock to fucking mean something. To permeate his love anywhere it could stain.

Joel had started to cum just a second before you did, forcing him to let out a moan. You held his head to your chest while he cradled your back.

Your head buzzed the same way it would when you got high, only it felt better. Quieter. More immersive. Your back arched into his touch and the rolling of his hips kept you in that limbo. Not here nor there. You were right where you needed to be, whatever that fucking meant.

You managed to keep quiet a little better than him, giggling softly when he just plopped down onto you after you had both come down.

He stayed like that for a few minutes while you just stroked the curls by his ear, his other one listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he cooed, and just as he finished dressing his phone began to ring. He just answered it as he walked to the bathroom, letting you rest some more. A few minutes later, he came back and wiped wherever you asked. “I gotta go help Tommy real quick with somethin’. W’ya stay here, keep an eye and ear out for Sarah?” He asked.

“Yeah, for sure. Be safe.”

You shared a kiss with him again before looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Shit. 11:32 PM.

“Joel?” He looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Happy Birthday,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

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Hi, congratulations on 2K! 🥳

Can I ask for HCs for Marc Spector in a Zombie Apocalypse AU? 👀

Marc Spector x f!reader

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, weapons such as guns and blades, implied reader is younger, BUT OF AGE OKAY? Smut, p in v, nothing too crazy.

Thank you for participating babe <3 No mention of Steven or Jake in this one! I’m sorry :( Also, this isn’t very good Again, I’m sorry! But I did have fun, so there’s that!

NSFW (Idk how that happened, it wasn’t the original intention lmfao)

MDNI

Marc was built for the times 

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it

His time in the Marines proved useful, his instincts sharp and always ready for a fight, his skills with a gun and blade invaluable 

Comes home with blood on his hands almost every night

Lost count of the lives he’s taken, both human and zombie (didn’t matter anymore)

A lone wolf—survived the outbreak all on his own

That was the good thing about lacking loved ones, he had no one to worry about but himself

And he wanted to keep it that way

Or so he thought until you stumbled into his chaotic life 

It was an accident, really

You broke in through the window of his flat in the dead of night, your old chucks squeaking against the worn-out wooden floor

He had a blade to your neck within seconds, the sharpened edge pressed firmly against your delicate skin

“Who the fuck are you? How’d you get up here?” He spat, grabbing your frayed t-shirt caught in his fist by the neckline

How you managed to climb the fire escape up six flights without making a sound was beyond him

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry, I thought this place was abandoned and I needed to get away.” You pleaded, your eyes wide and your hands curling around his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold.

Marc grunted, shoving you to the side.

“Get out.”

“Sure, can that wait till morning?”

“No.” The last thing he needed was a liability. 

“Please,” you begged, “they’re everywhere tonight. Just-just let me leave in the morning, they hate sunlight, you should know this. I promise I’ll be gone.”

He could’ve said no, should’ve. Something about your eyes stopped him. You were a young thing to him, a pretty girl with pretty eyes that spoke volumes

You’ve suffered just as he had

“I want you gone by sunrise, got it?” He bristled, pointing his blade at you, “And I better not catch you here again.”

“Got it.”

But when did things ever go as planned? 

You were back again and again and again.

You traded food and in return, he provided you with simple weapons he’d put together—a tiny blade, an old wine opener, a shitty pistol. 

That led to you crashing over his flat.

That was two years ago, and now, you were stuck to Marc like glue

But you weren’t useless. You were extremely stealthy, a good trapper, always bringing food home for dinner. Sometimes it wasn’t much—a simple trout or a small squirrel to fill your bellies till the next time you fetched a meal, but it was enough 

Marc never said it, but he was glad you had stumbled into his flat those years ago

Too stubborn to admit you were a welcomed companion 

Even more stubborn to admit he was falling for you

But that didn’t matter. The world was fucked and there wasn’t any time for that

One day you’d gone out to check your squirrel traps at the park (really, it was a forest now) not far from the flat.

Marc accompanied you as usual, seeing as he was the protector.

He’d gotten distracted. Found a Zippo lighter tossed carelessly over the grass. Still had oil in it.

It’d been so quick he almost missed it. Some guy had you pressed up against a tree, his thick hand wrapped around your throat as he lifted you up with ease.

Marc saw red.

Immediately grabbed his gun from the back pocket of his worn denim, aimed, and fired.

He never missed a shot. 

The only thing he could really recall from that day was the fear in your eyes, the red splattered over your pretty face.

“Could’ve been worse,” you chuckled shakily, wiping your face free of blood, “could’ve been a nightcrawler, right?”

Marc didn’t laugh

He shoved the dead man away from you, grabbing you in a tight hug

You hugged him back, burying your face in his chest, your body trembling like a leaf in his arms

God, he was falling for you and there was definitely no time for it

But you made the time

One night you kissed him, soft and sweet, unlike anything he’d felt in a long time

You were pressed up against him, savoring his warmth in the chill of the flat

He returned it eagerly, unaware of how touch-starved he’d been, his fingers pawing at every part of you he could

Marc fucked you that night, nice and slow on his old bed, his dark curls drenched in sweat despite the cold

“You feel so good.” He whispered in your ear as you whimpered, coating his length in your juices.

“M-Marc, feel s-so full,” you moaned as you held him close, his thrusts growing sloppier the closer he got 

You came, gushing over him with a silent cry. He followed not long after, pulling out from your pulsating cunt and spilling over the bare skin of your abdomen

He surged forward to kiss you, tongue tangling with yours as your fingers weaved through his sweat-slick hair

Your eyes, always so pretty, pulled at his heartstrings, just as they did the first time he met you

And he was never gonna let you go

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Congratulations!

Can you do “Why do you need my approval?” W/Santiago Garcia?

Thanks!

100 Follower Celebration: Don’t Be Stupid

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader

Warnings: Aggressive and Possessive Santi, language, allusions to creepy older men, bad Spanish because I’m a no sabo

A/N: Hello angels!!! I know that this isn’t my typical bread and butter but… this is my guilty pleasure and I had soooooo much fun writing this. A couple of housekeeping measures… I am a no sabo kid. To my non Latinx friends that means that while I am Latinx, and did speak Spanish as a primary language for the first 5 years, I was moved to another part of the country and lost my ability to speak Spanish. So I’m trying to learn it again. It’s hard. For my Spanish speaking sisters and brothers, give me so grace, because I am trying. Secondly, I think I have two more 100 follower Drabbles, and then we can finish Interviews for New Beginnings and the other requests I got! Love you all so much my darlings!! Have a wonderful dayyyyy - Mo 💕

Summer nights in Florida were always far too hot. It was the price of living in paradise. The heat of the afternoon's sun baked into the pavement and stucco walls now radiated back onto your thinly covered body. The surrounding water made the air far too wet, and immediately upon going into the outside air did you feel the thin film of sweat and honeyed air cling to your face, arms and legs. Summer nights were brutal in heaven.

But you would never leave it. Not for a million dollars. And neither would your Delta Force boys.

It was on these brutal nights where you tried to beat the heat and the stickiness by going out to the dive bars in Ybor City, the smaller and rowdier younger sister of Tampa. The crowds were easy to get lost in, and the music was thumping no matter where you stood; which was just the medicine you and your friends needed on a night like this.

In the back corner of such a bar, you were squished between Frankie and Santi, trying to fit in the massive and unruly Ben and Will to this too small table. "Whats good boys!? And baby girl, looking beautiful as always." Ben laughed out with a toothy grin. He was always all too happy to be with you all. And if a night out also involved a couple drinks, he was more in paradise than usual.

You laughed mirthlessly at his flirtatious jokes. He always threw one your way whenever he got the chance. You only wished that Pope would do the same.

Though you met the rest of the boys when you joined the Delta Force, you had actually known Santi since middle school. Your mom moved you both to the apartment next to his back in the 6th grade. When the creepy older men were harassing you on the way down to the school bus, Santi stepped in. And from that day on you never walked to the bus, or rode the bus alone. He kept the creeps and bullies away. You helped him with his math homework. Perfect partners. Best friends. A perfect pair. And God how you were in love with him.

You both had had your flings and boyfriends and girlfriends. But they all came and went. You were there and he was there when it eventually went to out the window. Some times you wondered if maybe he felt the same ache in his chest as you. But you pushed it to the side. He never saw you that way. He never would. You were best friends. A sister to him. It would never be more. And it never bothered you until recently. Maybe it was because you were getting older. Maybe it was because your girlfriends were having babies and in serious and solid relationships. Yet you were still here. Drinking barely cool enough beer with the Delta Force ding bats. You loved them. You loved them more than life and would and have put your life on the line for them. But you were getting older. You wanted to be seen as a woman. Not just another teammate.

Santi smirked and ruffled your head like a child, messing up the hair you had corralled into a pony tail, "Chiqitita muñeca is pissy tonight. Heat is getting too much for her."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. Frankie looked up from his ever present hat, "Pissed because she is stuck next to you and you won't let her up. Querida vamos. Let's get you another drink. This white boy at the bar has been giving you eyes all night and I wanna put him out of his misery."

Benny and Will whooped and laughed and your eyes widened, "Fish stop no he's not."

Frankie stood up, stretching out his long limbs and shaking his head, "He is. C'mon you haven't been putting yourself out there and it's dumb."

Frankie was right. You hadn't. In the past 3 years you hadn't even gone on a date because you were hoping, HOPING, that Santi would maybe make a move. That he would do something. But he hadn't. And you were tired of waiting. Frankie pulled you by the hand out of the booth and out of Santi's orbit. You smoothed out your cotton sundress, turning to the rest of the boys in the booth you hold yourself out to be appraised, "Yay or nay? Do I look gross?"

Will gave a thumbs up while Beni gave theatrical worshipping bows, "Hot sexy hot sexy hot sexy. Go get em tiger."

You noticed that Pope hadn't said anything, you turned to him waiting, "Pope??"

Eyes stern and cold he didn't even look up from his beer, "Why do you need my approval?"

You stomach dropped, and your face crumpled. Frankie rolled his eyes, "Coño la madre, don't listen to Pope you know how he gets when he's PMSing. You look nice. C'mon white boy is waiting. "

White boy was indeed waiting for you. His name was Connor. Clean cut. Not a Florida native which you clocked before you even made it up there. Worked in financing in downtown. Loved the Florida lifestyle but was still getting used to it. Super polite. Cute. And wanted to get to know you and buy you drinks and call you pretty. Soon any insecurity you had about Pope was miles away.

Frankie was pleased with himself, and brought back a round of beers to the table. Will and Benny were snickering in their seats, and Santi... well... Santi was fuming.

"What the fuck was that Fish?"

Smirking, he took a sip of his drink, "Que paso? No te queires chiqitita si?"

"Cabron, tu sabes quiero ella."

Benny cut in, "Hey hey hey. Don't let the gringos out man! Pope why are you getting pissed off? Nothing happened?"

Will spoke up, "He's pissed because Frankie basically delivered Chiqi to khakis boy over there."

Benny shrugged, "And??"

Will turned to him, looking as if Benny had grown another head, "And... Pope has been in love with Chiqi this entire time?? And Frankie knows that?? Benny did you get too many punches to the head or something?"

Benny’s eyes widen. The pieces fitting together. Will rolled his eyes, but Santi couldn’t care less. He was enraged with Fish. And Fish didn’t even care!! Fish knew that Santi had been in love with you for years. That he wanted you more than anything or anyone. That he had purposefully cut in on past relationships to keep you to himself. That he had building the courage to finally ask you to be his and only his. And yes here comes Fish. Delivering you to some… to some guy at a bar?

Frankie finished his beer and looked into his best friend’s eyes, “Hermano… I love you man. But you’re being a little bitch. No in fact you’ve been a bitch. Chiqi has been free and available for three years and you’ve done nothing about it. She’s clearly head over heels for you and you have been tiptoeing around it for no reason. You’re stupid. Chiqi deserves more. And if you’re angry about it you can go fix it.”

Frankie held his arm opened, lighting the way to you. He saw you laughing, your smile bright, things that he wanted to reserve for him and him alone. The things he had said were for him. The moment he saw Khaki’s hand brush up on your thigh, he saw red. He downed the rest of the beer that Frankie had gotten for him, and pushed his way out of the booth. The whoops and laughs from his brothers faded into the buzz behind him as he made his way to you.

“So… if it’s alright with you, I’d really like to take you out to dinner. Maybe next week?”

Connor was cute you thought. Not the same breathtaking handsomeness that Santi had, but Connor looked sweet. He looked honest. He would do for a boyfriend. You smiled, about to accept and give him your number, when Santi shoves himself in between you and Connor. “Oye Chiqi. Come dance.”

Connor gets up to look at you, “Hey man she’s with me relax.”

Santi turned around, “She’s not actually she came with me.”

You pushed Santi’a shoulder, “What the hell bro? Connor I’m sorry. This is Santi, we grew up together and he’s stupid protective and drunk. Santi can you please go back with Frankie I’m talking to someone.”

Without looking away from Connor Santi answers, “mm not drunk. I’m just making clear what’s mine.”

Connor looks at you and then Santi. Before he sheepishly smiles, “It was nice meeting you. I hope you guys figure things out.”

Connor walks away and you feel the rage building inside you, as Santi triumphantly turns back to you. You shove Santi’s shoulder, barely moving him, “You’re such a fucking asshole Pope. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dance with me.”

“I’m not fucking dancing with you.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls you to the dance floor despite your protests, your skin burning in shock and anger where his hand clutches your wrist. You make it to the center, him hungrily grasping at your waist. You’re pissed off but also so confused at this change in temperature. Santi won’t stop looking at you. Those dark lashes attempting to hypnotize you back into his orbit. He brings his mouth to your ear, “When’s the last time you danced with me Chiqi?”

You scoffed, but brought your arms to wrap around his neck as he tugged you closer, chest to chest, “Senior prom. After Michael Vazquez left me for Torrence Sheltzer. And I stepped on your toes all night.”

He laughed, “Michael was such an idiot.”

You stay like that. The bass coursing through your body, right in time with the pounding of your heart against Santi’s chest. He was always a good dancer. Too good of a dancer, it was almost obscene the way he had you moving against him. You don’t know how long you had been spinning, and you had to rest your head on his shoulder because of how light headed you became.

“You shouldn’t have done that Pope. He was nice.”

“He was a wimp. Wouldn’t be able to take care of you.”

“What you’re going to chase away any man who comes up to me? I’m tired of being alone.”

“You’re not alone. You have me.”

“You know what I mean.”

He pulled your face off his shoulder to make you look in his eyes, “I do know. And i know what I said. You have me. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

You feel tears in your eyes. Either from the smoke, the alcohol, or the embarrassment, “Santi stop being stupid. You’re being mean. You know I love you and you’re making fun of me.”

He presses his dry lips to the tear that escapes your eye, then puts his forehead to yours, “I’m not Chiqi. I’m not. Chiqi I’ve loved you since the 8th grade. I’ve hated every one of your little boyfriends and I’ve coveted you for years. I’m not joking.”

“Then why haven’t you said anything? Why didn’t you come get me when I was right here?”

The tears fall more now. And he keep kissing your cheeks to remove them, “Because I’m an asshole. I’m a fucking asshole who was too afraid of you saying no. Too afraid of when you left. I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t take it anymore Chiqi. I can’t take another boyfriend. I’m selfish. I’m a selfish asshole. I want you for myself. I want you to yell at me and call me stupid as long as it means you never leave my place and you never leave my side. Cmon Chiqi…. Let me call you mine.”

You stared at him. He was telling the truth. He was being raw and real and you knew that this wasn’t some act. This was Santi in his rawest form. He wanted you. You brought your hand around to squeeze his cheeks together, “I want you to take me on a date. A real one. Not the bar or the bowling alley with the boys. I want dinner that you pay for. And flowers. And for you to wear a real shirt.”

He shakes your hand off and smiles, “Tomorrow night. I take you to The Colombia. I pick you up. With roses.”

“Do I get to order flan?”

He smiles even wider, “Only if you let me feed it to you like those stupid romance books you read.”

You shove him and he laughs and pulls you closer, “Kiss me and seal the deal Chiqitita. C’mon don’t be mad. Kiss me and tell me you’re mine.”

You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing, making him work for your kiss. You finally relent, pulling him in for the best kiss ever. The best kiss of your life. Until tomorrow’s

[nhlclover]

christian bale is great sparks fly au

✭ — summary: at a halloween party, rutger does his best to avoid sofia

✭ — warnings: couple instances of cursing, a guy being a creep, mentions of drinking, awkward behaviour from rutger, miscommunication

✭ — a/n: thank you to the anon that requested this i hope you enjoy! also she is a long one soz

✭ — word count: 1.56k

Rutger had now cancelled three of his and Sofia’s regular study dates. He was coming up with a variety of excuses; “Sorry, Sof, it’s boys’ night” to “Sorry, Sof, late night workout with the boys”. He felt bad but this felt like the only option to get rid of this crush he had on Sofia.

And now, tonight, he was cancelling his study date once again, however with a valid excuse this time. One of his buddies' fraternity was hosting a Halloween party that the entire team was going to. Rutger hoped this would be a good time to get over Sofia.

Sofia, on the other hand, was a little confused over Rutger’s behaviour. He was cancelling on her left and right, and when they saw each other in class, he was weirdly quiet. Part of her wondered if he had caught onto her small crush that had been developing or if he was now weirded out that he was becoming friends with his friend's younger sister.

“Hey girly, you’re coming to Noah’s Halloween party tonight, right?” Brynn asked, coming back from her afternoon biology lecture.

Sofia spun around in her desk chair, looking at her roommate. “Mmm, I don’t know. I’ve got an English essay I’m trying to wrap up.” Sofia sighs.

Brynn simply looks at her, an unimpressed look painting her face. “C’mon girly. You know you could finish that even if you get back and you’re piss drunk.”

Sofia chuckles, spinning back to look at her laptop screen. Her nearly completed essay on their newest book, Fahrenheit 451, sat open on her screen. Brynn was right, she could finish this essay in her sleep or if she was piss drunk. Plus she had already gotten her Halloween costume and it’d be a waste to not wear it.

“Okay, fine I’ll go.” Sofia agrees.

Brynn squeals, coming over to press a kiss to the top of her roommate's head.

Later that evening, Sofia and Brynn got ready together, a melody of their musical tastes playing from Brynn’s speaker. They arrived late, as Brynn said it would be embarrassing to arrive even slightly on time. The house was packed when they got there, making it hard to navigate the house. However, since it was Brynn’s boyfriend's frat, she already knew the layout.

Rutger’s eyes were immediately drawn to the girl who walked into the room. It was hard not to stare at her. She walked in, hand in hand with a brunette girl. She was smiling brightly, dodging drunk bodies that threatened to hit her.

Sofia and her friend approached one of the frat brothers, her friend laying a sloppy kiss on his lips. He scanned her, putting together her costume in his head. She was dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, albeit a feminized version. She had on a black vest and a black mini skirt, the red tie hanging loosely from her neck. She adorned the see-through raincoat, as well as an axe.

God, she looked good. The combination of her mini skirt and knee-high boots was driving Rutger wild, her legs seemingly sculpted like a goddess's own.

Rutger caught himself, forcing his eyes to avert. He knew he couldn’t think like that about Sofia.

“Sof, there is a super cute guy staring at you. Straight ahead.” Brynn said.

Sofia furrowed her brows, looking straight, but seeing no one staring at her. “Wait no, straight for me.” Brynn said.

Sofia turned around, now seeing a familiar pair of eyes staring back at her. “That’s Rutger.” Sofia tells Brynn.

“You did not tell me Rutger was this cute.” Brynn comments.

“Babe.” Noah says, disappointment lacing his tone.

“I mean in like a metaphorical sense. Like he’s cute but-”

“I’m going to go say hi.” Sofia says, excusing herself from the argument brewing.

She walked to Rutger, eyeing his costume. “Hi.” She says, stopping in front of him.

“Hey.” He says. “I like your costume.”

Sofia does a twirl, showing off the full extent. “Thank you very much. I like your wolf onesie.”

Sofia motions to his grey wolf onesie, Rutger’s cheeks flashing pink as he pulls the hood off. “It’s a group costume with Seamus, Gavin, and Luca. They’re the three little pigs and I’m the wolf.”

Sofia bites back a smile. “Very creative.”

“Hey, at least I’m not wearing a pig onesie.” Rutger said.

“Oh cause the wolf onesie is better somehow?” Sofia asked, letting out a suppressed laugh.

Her bright smile and her hearty laugh cause a sudden wave of butterflies to take flight in Rutger’s stomach. He was in deep and didn’t know how to dig himself out. He was so far failing at his plan of simply ignoring Sofia. She was too nice to ignore. Realizing this, Rutger feigns an excuse.

“Hey, I gotta go, I see one of my buddies from stats, I’m gonna go say hi.” Rutger says quickly, leaving before Sofia can even reply.

He feels his heart squeeze as he turns the corner, getting out of sight of Sofia. It physically hurt him to act this way towards Sofia. But he knew if he truly developed feelings, it would hurt him even more to not have her in his life.

The rest of the night, Rutger did his best to avoid Sofia. Whenever she entered the same room, he would slip out. He would talk to other girls, despite none of them being able to make him laugh as Sofia could.

Rutger entered the dining room, spotting Sofia. He nearly walked straight past her, a sight that he was sure to use to dispel his crush. She stood, back against the wall, a guy opposite her with a hand placed on the wall above Sofia’s head. But when he saw the look on Sofia’s face he halted. Her face showed a look of discomfort, her eyes glancing around for a familiar face or rather anyone to come and save her from this scenario.

Rutger watched as the guy's free hand went down to Sofia’s face, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. Before Rutger could even register it, his feet had brought him over to them, stopping right next to Sofia.

“Hey Sof, what’s up?” He asks, looking into her blue eyes that switched from panicked to relieved. “God, great costume! American Psycho is a great movie, I mean Christian Bale is great. Probably the best BatMan in my opinion.”

Rutger doesn’t even know the words coming out of his mouth, as they just flow, hoping to rid Sofia of the guy.

“Hey man, what the fuck?” He asks.

Rutger turns and looks at the guy dressed in a lackluster cowboy costume. “Wassup, dude?” Rutger asks.

“What the fuck is this? I was talking to her.” He says.

“Yeah? Now I’m talking to her.” Rutger says, stepping between Sofia and the guy.

“Hey, what’s you’re problem?” The guy practically sneers, placing a hand on Rutger's shoulder, pulling him to face him.

“You’re my fucking problem, creep. You’re making her uncomfortable and she doesn’t want to talk to you so back off.” Rutger tells him.

There are now eyes on them, eyes on Sofia. “You think you know everything, huh?” The guy says, stepping into Rutger, their chests bumping one another.

“Back the fuck up.” Rutger says. Rutger could feel his anger spiking, ready to swing if this guy so much as touched him one more time.

Suddenly Brendan and Mark are there, pulling the two boys back from each other. Brendan is pushing Rutger back, trying to get him to calm down, while Mark is in the other guy's face, telling him to just walk away. Mark spots Sofia, her back still pressed to the wall as she looks at Rutger.

“You okay?” Mark asks.

Sofia nods slowly, eyes still glued to Rutger who is being chastised by Brendan for nearly getting in a fight, something that surely would’ve gotten him suspended.

Luca is suddenly there, eyes going between Sofia and Rutger. “What happened?” He asks.

Mark fills him in, Sofia going to her brother, her arms finding his torso. Luca pulls her close, attempting to soothe her ragged breaths. “I’m gonna take you home.” Luca says.

He bids a quick goodbye to his friends, walking Sofia out of the living room. “Wait.” Sofia squeaks out.

The pair of them stop, Sofia turning back to Rutger. She walks up to him, still being cooled down by Brendan. He stops talking when he notices the blonde presence beside him. Sofia, not finding adequate words, wraps her arms around his torso, squeezing him tightly. She didn’t know another way to thank him for having intervened and rescued her from the guy who wasn’t taking her hints.

Sofia unlatched, looking up at Rutger's face. His eyes shone with despondency, his chest still slightly heaving with anger. She couldn’t exactly read his expression but it almost seemed like he didn’t like her. The pieces began to add up for Sofia; the canceling of their study sessions, his being quiet in class. He might have grown to dislike Sofia.

But then she remembered what Paisley had pointed out to her. All the times Rutger had gone out of his way to do something for Sofia, the little details he would remember about her, the insanely thoughtful birthday gift.

Sofia just couldn’t figure out Rutger.

[nycbaby21]

"I really hope so pt. 2"

*so glad you guys enjoyed the last part. here is part 2, hopefully you like it as much as I liked writing it. also sorry for the love interest change. I promise I'll give Mat his moment soon*

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Running outside to my car, I got completely soaked. It seemed like the rain didn’t want me to feel alone so the sky cried with me. I thought about going home, but with the downpour and my teary vision, I settled for the next best thing. I pulled up to Tito’s house and sat in the car. I sat there for a few minutes finally taking in what all happened tonight. My phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts. I try and clear my throat to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying, “Hey T. What’s up?” I hear shuffling from the phone,” Oh nothing much just wondering how long you were gonna sit in the car?” I look up and see him through the now-open door.

I make my way to him and he wraps a towel around me. “It’s warm,” I smile enjoying the warmth compared to the chilling rain outside. “I put it in the dryer when I saw you sitting in the car,” he says leading me inside and stopping when we get to the living room. He goes to his room and comes back with a pair of boxers and an old sweatshirt. I give him a small smile and head to his bathroom. My mind hasn’t stopped since I left Mat’s place. Was this how he felt a few weeks ago, heartbroken and needing a friend. 

I left my wet clothes on the floor in his bathroom and wiped off what little makeup I had worn today of. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Unlike Mat when he showed up all wet and sad, I looked like a total mess. My eyes traveled down to the sweatshirt and I immediately let out a small smile. His Team Canada sweatshirt was the one thing he never let anyone borrow. I had seen people try and he always gives them another one. 

I slowly walk back into the living room and see him setting up the couch. “What are you doing,” I laugh seeing him fuss over a blanket. His head snapped up and he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His shocked expression turned soft almost instantly. “Uhm when I was sad when I was younger Francis would build a blanket fort in the living room. I thought maybe it would help you too, but you probably think it’s stupid right? Of course, it is. You are a grown woman why the hell would a fort make you feel better,” he rambles trying to tear it down.

“Don’t you dare mess that up! Tito this was really sweet. It means a lot to me okay, even more now that I know why you made it,” I say grabbing his hand and pulling it away from the blankets. He lets out a deep breath and nods. I shake my head and laugh at him. “Okay, where do you need me, boss,” I say turning and looking up at him. He looks over and pauses, staring intensely at my face, and then instructs me to grab pillows from his room. After a couple mishaps, we finally had a stable enough fort. 

“I see why Francis made these as kids, you suck at them,” I joke poking his side once we get settled in. “You take that back,” he acts offended by my moment, but his eyes show that he really isn’t. “Never,” I laugh leaning over him and opening the Netflix app on his laptop. “Okay, so what do you wanna watch,” I ask looking up at him. He shrugs his shoulder,” I don’t care what you pick.” I give him a weird look. “What was that for,” he asks smoothing down the wrinkles I made in my forehead.

I let out a small laugh because it tickled. “I don’t know, it’s just I never pick,” I shrug scrolling through. “Wait in all the years you and Mat have been friends, you have never picked something for you to watch,” he asks sitting up looking over at me. “Nope. He always made fun of what I picked, even if it was in a joking way. I just thought it was easier if he picked,” I say still scrolling. “You should just pick because I’ll probably pick something stupid and take forever,” I say pushing the laptop towards him. He shakes his head and pushes it back. “Not happening. We are going to sit here and watch whatever you pick. If it’s something you like you shouldn’t be embarrassed by it. I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is.”

His words kind of stunned me for a second. I shake them off, not trying to think too far into things and finally click some Adam Sandler movie. I look over at him and he is smiling. “See I told you it would be good,” he bumped my shoulder with his. I roll my eyes and lean back into the bottom of the couch. He quickly follows and throws a blanket over our legs. After two movies, we both fell asleep in the fort. I did first and Tito was too scared to move so he slept in a very uncomfortable position.

The next week almost every night I spent over at Tito’s place. We slowly started to create a small routine. It was kind of weird how normal it felt. We were always close friends, but I thought that was because of Mat. I was quickly learning that wasn’t the case, we weren’t friends because of Mat. We were friends. Period. That is the whole sentence.

“Hey I have a question for you,” I hear his voice over the phone. I had come back home giving him a break from playing therapist. “Hey, I may have an answer,” I say back. I can almost hear his eye roll. “So you remember how I said I didn’t have a date for that fundraiser gala next month,” he says causing me to think back. “Yeah, I think so,” I reply wondering why he was bringing this up. “Well, I want a date because I knew I could make an appearance and then leave. Well, apparently we have to stay the whole night. And I am going to be bored out of my mind. So I was wondering if you would want to come with me,” he says almost sounding nervous. “Tito, do you want me to go with you,” I ask smiling at him. “Y/n. Don’t tease me okay. I just thought you would make the night more bearable,” he sighs.

Suddenly I feel bad for teasing him. He had been so good to me these past few weeks and I really did owe him big time. “I would be honored to be your date, T,” I say with full sincerity. I hear a small yes and then something falling onto the ground. “I’m okay,” he says quickly. I can’t hold back my laughter and his dorky self knocking something over in excitement because I said yes.

The more time we had been spending together, the less I thought about my feelings for Mat. Of course, a small part of me was still sad over the whole thing, but for the most part, I was fine. It was so strange how I thought my whole world would end if Mat didn’t feel the same way, but it was still very much intact. “Just send me what you are wearing and I’ll match it okay,” he said. “Aw. It’s kind of like prom,” I say lightly picking on him. “Shut up,” he grumbles. We talked for a little more and then hung up since he had an early morning practice.

The next morning I woke up to a text from him saying he wanted to treat me to lunch for helping him out. I reassured him it was no big deal and he didn’t have to do this. But if I knew one thing it was that Anthony Beauvillier was stubborn and once his mind was made up that was it. I threw on some leggings and his team Canada sweatshirt I still hadn’t given back and hopped into my Uber. I had been to the arena so many times with Mat that he got me a badge to get in and out with.

I show it off to Ernie, the security guard, and he smiles and sends me on my way. I wander through the halls and follow the noise of yelling and skates scooting over the ice. I find a spot in the stands out of the way and watch the guys practice. I find Tito easily and he looks up and sends me a confused look. I shrug my shoulders and smile. He continues practicing and my eyes drift over to the movement on my right side.

“Hey girly,” I hear her sickeningly sweet voice and wonder is it too late to run. I turn and look up sending a small smile her way. “Hi. How are you,” I ask confused when she pulls me in for a hug. “Listen I heard you okay. So I want you to hear me, Mat is mine even when he hasn’t got it,” she whispered into my ear during the hug. I pulled back and went to say something but the guys were walking our way. They both send each other a look and speed up their walking. “Everything good over here,” Tito asks with caution. He knew all the nasty things she had said to me over the years. “Oh yeah for sure. Just catching up really,” I say in the fakest voice I can. Every one of us knows that it is fake but we all pass right over it.

“Hi Matty,” she smiles up at him pulling him into a deep kiss. I look up at Tito who is trying so hard not to laugh at the obvious jealousy. When he finally looks my way I can’t hold it in any longer. I turn and tuck my face into his chest and let out a laugh. They break away rather quickly after that. “Something funny,” her voice sounded like it was laced with venom. “Oh no sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt, whatever that was. I was just making a stupid face and she laughed. Right Y/n,” he pulled me out of his chest and sent me a wink. I couldn’t help the small dusting of blush that came onto my face.

“Right. You know him and his stupid faces,” I smile back at the couple. For the first time, I meet Mat’s stare. “Great practice Barzy, you really gave them a run for their money,” I smile genuinely. I didn’t hate Mat, in all honesty, I did miss his friendship. “Thanks, Y/n,” he says sending a small smile my way. “So how long has this been a thing,” she asks referring to Tito and I who were still standing close to each other. “It’s not a thing. Just two friends here,” Tito says resting his arm on my head. I elbow him in his open side and he groans. I stick my tongue out at him. “Oh well you know, I’ve heard that one before,” she looks straight at me when she says it. 

Mat went to say something but Tito beat him to it,” well we better get going. We both know how hangry this one gets if she isn’t fed.” Normally I would give him a dirty look, but I would go along with anything to get out of this conversation. “Bye, guys. Hope you have a really good night,” I say honestly turning and locking arms with Tito and heading to his car. “We will,” she calls out, just having to have the last word.

“I would never put my hands on a woman but oh my gosh that girl is just plain nasty,” he groans walking over to my side of the car opening it for me, and then chuncking his bag in the back. I laugh as he gets in and starts the car. “She’s not worth it T,” I say flipping through the stations and finally settling on one I liked. “I don’t know how you haven’t slapped her yet,” he laughs heading to get something to eat. “Because only one of us in this car looks good in orange, and it sure as hell isn’t me,” I joke looking over at him. 

He blushed and cleared his throat. “So where do you wanna eat,” he asks trying to change the subject. “Oh, no sir. We are not skipping over this. Is that blush on your face? Did I make the Anthony Beauvilliern blush,” I reach over and put my hand on his cheek. “Whatever,” he laughs grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his face. I don’t know what made me do this, but I laced our fingers together and rested them on my leg. It’s a good thing we were at a redlight because I’m pretty sure he would have crashed the car.

In the next two weeks leading up to the gala things slowly started changing between us. Not in a bad way, but in a very unexpected way. I found myself laughing a little harder at his jokes, spending more time in his clothes than mine, and making an excuse to just be near him. Apart of me was beginning to have feelings for him, but another part was scared. The last time that happened didn’t end too well for me. And I didn’t want him to think I was taking advantage of his friendship. I had two options; hide my feelings like last time or do something about them. Each one of them scared me.

Rapid knocks filled my house as I tried to put on my dress. “Oh my gosh, I’m coming,” I yell and run into the door holding the dress together. “It’s about time. Your neighbor was giving me the weirdest,” his words stopped when he looked in at me. I was thankful for the makeup I had already done because the way he was smiling at me made my face warm. “Sorry this stupid zipper is giving me hell,” I say making my way back to the hallway mirror, turning around and trying to reach it.

“Here let me,” he says softly and I turn around facing the mirror. I watch his face filled with concentration. It was sweet how gentle he was trying to be. His fingers brushed up my spine as he pulled the zipper up with ease. He stopped at the top and looked into the mirror locking eyes with me. “There you go,” he whispers. I clear my throat and smile at him. Turning around I stand on my tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thanks. Give me three seconds to put on my shoes and we can go,” I smile at the frozen man in the hallway.

The event was boring by any means, it was for a really good cause. But I would rather have another conversation with Mat and his girlfriend than sit at this table and listen to this guy ramble on and on. I try not to seem rude and pretend interest but I am failing miserably. “I’m so sorry Hank. Would you mind if I stole her for two seconds,” Sydney Martin wraps her hand around my wrist and drags me over to a smaller table with some of the guy’s wives. 

“I could kiss you right now,” I say deflating throwing my head onto the table. The girls laugh and Syd rubs my back on the open part of my dress. “Hank is a great guy but man is he boring,” we all laugh sharing stories about the sweet older man. I do a quick scan of the room and see Tito standing with Sydney’s husband Matt. He looks my way and I make a face at him. He laughs into his cup trying to pay attention to what Anders is going on about. “You guys are cute,” Syd leans down and says to just me. I smile at her and look back towards him. We make eye contact and I send him a wink. He starts choking on his drink.

Sydney and I try to contain our laughter but we sound like two hyenas. I finally stop and try to breathe when I see Mat walk in arm in-arm with his girlfriend. I look back to Tito who taps his cheek, joking about me slapping her. I roll my eyes at him and Mat leads them over to his group blocking my view. “I don’t know Syd. I mean I think I really like him, but just a little while ago I told Mat all that stuff and I don’t want him to think I’m using him to get over Mat,” I sigh looking over at her. She sends me a warm smile,” sweetie he doesn’t think that. None of us will think that okay? We all see the way he looks at you, it’s not one-sided.”

I look around the group and they nod and agree. I smile and take a deep breath. “Okay well then I guess I’ll be right back,” I say standing up and making my way to the guys. I hear clapping and whistling and directly flip them off. “Oh Y/n, perfect I need your opinion on something,” Anders throws an arm over my shoulder. “Oh I’m scared,” I joke laughing. “Hey that hurts,” he pushes me playfully. I wobble and Tito leans over and wraps an arm around me. I smile up at him.

The conversation flows between everyone and he leans down into my ear and says,” You’re very distracting, you know.” I shake my head laughing at him,” You are one to talk,” I smile up at him. I look back over to the girls who are all sending me a thumbs up. I notice Mat staring at me and he sends me a genuine smile. I send him one back and look over at his girlfriend. “Well I am getting bored so I’m heading back to the cool kids’ table,” I laugh and the guys all gasp,” You wanna come with.” She raises her eyebrows and looks around. “Me,” she asks shocked. “Yeah. You don’t have to but you are more than welcome if you need a break from these guys,” I smile and give Tito a squeeze and turn to walk away. 

She quickly kisses Mat’s cheek and walks over to me. I link our arms and walk back over to the table. “Guys you all know Mat’s girlfriend right? I saved her from the goofs over there,” I laugh looking over at the group. Everyone reintroduces themselves and Syd sends me a questioning look. I shake my head and smile joining in the conversation. After a few hours, everyone was getting ready to head home and we met Mat and Tito at the door. 

“Thank you for tonight Y/n, I had a really good time. I am sorry about everything. I was jealous and insecure because you are really pretty and the nicest person I have ever met. Mat would always talk so highly of you and I was scared one day he would realize you would be better for him,” she says stopping me right before we get there. “It’s okay, I understand. You didn’t handle it in the best way, but that’s over now. We can start fresh,” I smile giving her a hug. “I’d really like that. I don’t have many girlfriends but I’m glad I have you,” she hugs me back and we walk over to the guys. They both give us crazy looks and we laugh.

“I'm sorry. Did I miss something cause that seemed very friendly and nice,” Mat asked and Tito slapped his chest. “Dude shut up. You may scare the kindness away,” he jokes looking towards me. Mat slaps his chest back and I turn to him,” Thank you Barzy.” He smiles and nods. “Well I hate to leave the good company but someone promised me food and I am starving,” I laugh rubbing my stomach. I reach over and hug them both. “Thank you, for that. And Tito is a really lucky guy Y/n” Mat says hugging me back. I smile and hold my hand out for Tito. He grabs it and leads us away from them and to the car.

“Girls confuse the hell out of me,” he laughs arm wrapped around me walking down the sidewalk. “Me too,” I laugh looking up at him. We get to the car and he goes to open it. Before he walks to his side I stop him. “Hey can we talk for a second,” I asked rubbing his hand with my thumb. He hums in agreement. “These past few weeks have been really nice and I don’t want to ruin this by saying anything. But last time almost ruined me so I need to get it off my chest,” I start and he nods telling me to continue. “I think I really like you, T,” I say looking down at our hands.

I hear him let out a sigh of relief. “Good because I think I really like you too,” he smiles taking his other hand and guiding my face up to meet his. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you,” I say looking into his eyes. “I don’t. I was scared you’d think I was taking advantage of you,” he whispers tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “No chance,” I smile. “So you wanna do this? Give us a try,” he asks smiling down at me. I nod,” My heart has been broken so many times in the past… but you won’t hurt me, right? I can trust you.” He grins and nods his head. “You can always trust me,” he says before pushing his lips into mine and leaning me back into the side of the car. 

My hands fly into his hair and we stay there just showing each other how we feel. The moment was sweet and gentle and would have lasted longer if we hadn’t been interrupted. “Get your girl Tito,” Matt Martin yells while poor Sydney tries to get him in their car. We break away and laugh and then wave goodbye. I lean up and kiss him one more time. “Okay, now can we please go get something to eat. I wasn’t kidding I’m starving,” I pout looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Of course. Anything for my girl.”

[natsaffection]

Can I kindly request that you write a fic where Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her? Then ofc Wanda willingly went with Nat and they did unholy things. 🤭 Something like that movie - Pretty Woman. Then Wanda gets to be spoiled by Nat. 👉👈🥺

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: oral ( w receiving), fingering (w receiving), begging

Word count: 1564

pairing: Natasha x stripper!Wanda

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Natasha was on her way home from work. She tapped impatiently on the edge of her steering wheel as she stopped at a traffic light.

She had so much pressure right now. Every single person in her company was now counting on her. She wasn't afraid to make mistakes, no, but the pressure to be the best was too much. She was so engrossed in thought that Natasha didn't even notice her phone ringing until she answered it,

"What!"

"Oh wow, hello to you too..That bad?"

"Don't even ask."

"Okay, then it's the best moment. I have a date at 365, do you want to come?" Natasha batted an eyelash, "365? Isn't that that strip club on fifth?"

"Yup..So what do you say?" Natasha had to grin. Going to a kinky whorehouse? That's a new one. "Count me in."

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Natasha's ears were literally blasted with bass, with to much taking and drunk people. It was definitely getting too fast and too much for her liking. 

"That was a mistake." Natasha and Maria sat at the bar, "Oh come on..look around! Have some fun Tash..." Natasha just had to roll her eyes, "Fun? I'm not getting screwed here, okay? The money that's going down here-" She lost her words when she saw an..employee. She took in every single look. Everyone. Everyone was looking at this one woman. Maria looked over at her partner and follows her gaze and smirked, "Ha..There she is." Natasha looked frantically at Maria, "You know her? Is she your date?" Maria couldn't help but laugh, "You should have seen your face!!!"

"What, so you don't know her?" Maria got herself back in, "No..But she has a reputation here, I mean look at her..She's fantastic.." 

Fantastic..yeah she is. Natasha thought to herself. She gulped down the second champagne..She couldn't be distracted by some slut. She had enough to do. 

After a while, Maria's acquaintance came and dragged her away. Now Natasha sat alone at the bar and was ready to leave when someone sat down with her. 

"Hey you~" 

Natasha's fuse was blown. Now she's also going to be attacked by someone-

"I'm not for-" There she is again. The beauty from earlier.

"Hey..." Natasha pushed her glass aside and the younger woman approached her hand to the other, "plans for tonight?" Natasha looked the other in the eye. She was so young? What is she doing here?

"Tell me, how old are you?"

"How old do you want me to be?" Of course. The given sentences. As always. "My name is Wanda. Shall we go in the back?" Natasha caught herself again and got up to pack, "Nice to meet you..Wanda. But thank you. Have a pleasant night."

Natasha left without looking back and still caught the other woman muttering something, but Natasha couldn't hear it anymore. She was about to go out when she looked back and saw Wanda with a guy who was way too old for her.

She tried to hold back, but couldn't and went back to it, "Excuse me, but I have a..meeting with her." The man looked at Natasha and immediately understood her cold look. He left with a clearing of his throat, leaving the two women alone.

Wanda pretends nothing happened, "W-Well..there she is.." 

"Does the offer still stand?"

Wanda smiled softly and took Natasha's hand to lead them both to the back. Once they arrived, Wanda pushed her companion backwards and sat on her lap. "So what are you going to do..."

"Talking."

Wanda and Natasha were surprised at the statement. Natasha even more so. She wants to talk? She talks enough in one day..Wanda, however, was fed up. She had to bring in money. So she got up and was about to leave when she felt a hand around her wrist and was pulled back.

"Hey, I'm not too happy about this as you are, understand? I'd have better things to do than to get into it with a-" Wanda knew this behavior, "A slut to-" 

"Wow, Hey! Did- Did you just interrupt me?" Her tone was so intense that Wanda's memory lingered, "I'm sorry..." Wanda knew people like her and knew what they wanted to hear.

"That's better. Now talk." Wanda was a bit intimidated by the other woman, after all. 

Natasha understood this and reached into her pants pocket to throw her money bag on the table.

"There's five hundred dollars in there. It's yours if you start talking, now."

Wanda was baffled, why would a strange woman want to give her money for talking? In a fucking strip club!

"What do you want to know?!" She half shouted out loud. 

"How much do you make here?" Natasha had a plan. Wanda looked down nervously, as Natasha kept a finger roaming on her thigh the whole time. "A hundred dollars." Natasha continued to look at her, "Per day? That's-"

"Per hour..." Wanda interrupted the other woman again and Natasha had to nod, "One hundred dollars an hour. That's quite a bit..." Wanda had to laugh at that, "If things ever go well..." Wanda was uncomfortable because she knew what Natasha must think about her.

"Hey, you don't have to be uncomfortable, okay? I'd rather see you with me than with any kinky men out there. Even if it's just talking." Wanda couldn't agree more. She had been doing the job here for six months and had gotten used to it by now, but she still finds it more comfortable with a woman.

"What's on your mind?" She now asks the younger woman and Wanda held back, "Well..you..you're so caring..that's new." caring? Natasha is everything, but definitely not that.

"What makes you say that? You don't even know my name."

"I just know the one sitting under me-" Wanda interrupts herself, knowing how that must sound, and a little later she found herself spinning and now underneath Natasha. "You think it's better that way?" Despite the serious tone, she had gently put the younger woman down and Wanda found herself smiling, "Maybe..." Despite all this, she had to fulfill her quotas today, so away with the thoughts and hello pleasure.

Thus, Wanda lay down more relaxed and further behind on the bed, and Natasha understood immediately. "Wanda..that's your name, isn't it? You don't have to do that..." Natasha knew that once she started, she couldn't be stopped. Definitely not today. 

"I'm all yours."

And now it's over. Natasha fell over her and attacked her neck. Natasha's grip on Wandas waist tightened and her controlling movements on Wanda's body quickened. "Fuck." She could feel her underwear slowly getting soaked through her clothes. 

Natasha was now right on top of her, watching every single reaction from the other woman. "You're so beautiful, you know that? You don't belong here.." Natasha's hand lowered, her lips still glued to Wanda's neck, She unbuttoned her jeans and opened them. Her hand roamed over the fabric of the jeans and underwear.

Natasha kept at her multitasking and slid her hand further down, her middle and ring fingers stopping at Wanda's clit and gently pressing on it, making her gasp again. Natasha began to move her fingers and smiled at the way Wanda opened her legs wider to allow her greater space. Her pussy was already wet, though Natasha hadn't even begun...She let out a little whimper as Natasha's fingers touched the sore spot each time. "G-God please!!!" Natasha just laughed, “Natasha is enough too and..don't be so impatient, detka..” 

Natasha now continued down to her knees herself. Wanda looked down at her and Natasha stuck out her tongue and placed a single kiss, on her clit. Wanda's immediate reaction was to close her legs, but Natasha's grip on her thighs, prevented her from doing so, "N-Natasha- fuck...pleaseee!"

Her hips began grinding with her synchronized movements, so Natasha was barely a moment away from her. Natasha's own moans sent vibrations through Wanda's entire body, "Hah! Nat-a, I'm-" And with those words everything stopped, "N-No! Why did you stop-" The words were cut off by her slender fingers disappearing into Wanda's pussy and slowly penetrating. 

"You know, Wanda.. I'm not going to stop so easily once I start." And she rams into her. Natasha didn't care if the rooms were soundproof or not. She needed this just as much as Wanda did. 

Thus Natasha gathered all her pressure into her hand and held Wanda by the back of her shoulders to keep her from sliding too far, "F-fuck, I can't do this!" Natasha had to laugh at the statement,

"You can, now take it." 

"O-OhhH!!!" Natasha hammers into her and was able to get close as well, as Wanda's sounds are so fucking intense... "Fuck, I can't get enough of you..." Wanda wanted to agree but couldn't as her thoughts made no sense. "That's right, shit! Come on, show me how good I make you feel...tell me how good I am!" 

Wanda's breathing quickened and she gripped the bedsheets to keep from falling completely. 

"I- C-Coming..please let me come..!" Natasha breathed into her, "Even manners.." She whispered to herself.

"PLEASE!!!"

Who was Natasha to just refuse such a plea? She gave more pressure and a little later Wanda fell completely over Natashas fingers. "Wow..You needed that, huh?" Wanda tried to calm herself down, "H-How..How did you do that with just your fingers?" She looked to her and saw Natasha take her fingers and licked them clean, "I can do more than that, little one..That was just a taste..”

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Maybe a part 2?

[finderseeker]

Wild time with my cousins tonight. (They are 9 and 10 years younger than me respectively.) I was showing them some of my art, right? (Because I'm the cool cousin.) So I was briefly explaining some stuff to them ("here's this guy, he's 5ft tall, etc, btw he's blind, etc") and then showed them the sketch of Tempest in the Hawaiian shirt (last art I posted on here I believe) and these were their IMMEDIATE responses. Rapid fire. And this is all verbatim:

Cousin 1: He looks like a yakuza

Cousin 2: He looks like he'd share really controversial opinions at the dinner table

Cousin 1: He looks like he'd go "hey mama"-- oh but he can't see

Cousin 2: He looks like he'd start a conversation with *air quotes* "those liberals"

??????? first of all, 15 year old white boy, I really don't think even you know what you mean by that last one. Second of all, YAKUZA? I mean she got the flirting part right but yakuza??

And it didn't stop there. Later I was scrolling through pictures on my tablet and had this one pulled up. Cousin 1 saw it at a weird angle and asked, "Is he pregnant??"

????????????????

HE IS A SKELETON AND ALSO IN A FITTED SHIRT W H A T

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS HE PREGNANT

[doveabovetheworld]

Baby You’re a Firework

Josh Kiszka x GN!Reader

Summary; It’s New Years Eve and your long time friend, Josh Kiszka, and you invite all of your friends to your guy’s house for a party. What happens when he gets drunk and says and does some things you really don’t know fully show his true feelings for you?

Warnings; Language, drinking

A/N; this was based off of my GVF as Holidays post and I decided I would make fics for all of the boys based off those! Hopefully you guys like this!! Jake is next btw so be prepared!! Also my friend @radyouthcherryblossom made the moodboard as well as helped proofread cus I suck at typing so go follow them :)

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“Hey, Y/N?” Josh’s voice echoed from the kitchen.

“Yea Josh?” I got up and walked over to see him pulling out a pan of cupcakes from the oven, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m making cupcakes for the party tonight! Do you think the white or colored frosting would look better? I also have gold or blue sprinkles to add on.”

“How about… white frosting and then the gold sprinkles that you made me buy for you.”

“Exactly what I though!” He pulled out the frosting and sprinkles and asked if I wanted to help him out.

Josh invited his brother, Danny, and Jake’s girlfriend, Jita, for a New Year's Eve party. Every single year he throws these type of small parties with our friends and every year I love it. Josh just makes everything so much more fun and he’s so easy to be around. He always makes me feel happier.

After a few hours of helping Josh get the party set up, Jake and Jita showed up. I went over to give them hugs and said hi.

“So, how’s it going?” Jake asked putting down a bottle of vodka that he brought on the kitchen counter.

“It’s been really good, actually,” I responded bringing the snacks and drinks out of the fridge and setting them up.

“You tell Josh about your little crush on him yet?” Jake looked at me and gave a smirk. Jake knows exactly how I feel about Josh. I mean I talk about him all the time and Jake has to suffer by hearing me ramble on about him. They’re both my best friends and I don’t know what I would do without them.

“Who said I’m gonna tell anyone? I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Josh anytime soon so no, I’m not going to say anything.”

“You sure you don't want to like… I don't know,” he did a little shrug and then continued, “Maybe try taking a risk you know? I mean you haven’t talked about anyone like you do about Josh since what? Freshman year? With... Zack? Wasn’t that his name?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember my Zack phase. No need to remind me of it.” I laughed and heard Jake echo it right behind me.

“Well just think about it, Y/N, you don’t know what’ll happen until it actually does.” Jake started to walk out of the kitchen and left me sight.

Since when did he become an inspirational speaker?

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After about an hour or so everyone showed up and we got New York City New Years Eve special on the TV. Josh was running around dancing and yelling while Sam was right behind him running after him. Jita and Jake were on the couch watch the performances that came on while I was talking to Danny.

We heard Josh and Sam yelling when something made a loud bang in the next room. Both of the two boys got silent immediately and Sammy ran out of the room. I saw Josh standing over a broken flower vase with water and daisies all over the floor.

“Holy crap, Josh.” I heard Jake say from behind me.

“It wasn’t my fault guys!” Josh shot his hand in the air like he was getting arrested and we all looked back at Sammy.

“Why are we looking at me? Im not the one who stole their younger brother’s food and then ran off!” Sam argued back telling everyone their little confrontation.

“Okay you two, let's just go and sit on the couch,” I took Josh by the hand and lead him to the couch, “the ball’s going to drop soon and I don’t want you guys to miss it.”

“Aw that’s so sweet of you, Y/N!” Josh said giving me a huge smile and the look. God, I hate when he looks at me with his eyes full of love. He always looks at me this way whenever I’m around and Jake says that it’s because he likes me but I really don’t think so. Plus, he’s drunk right now. Like badly. There’s no way that any of it means anything.

Josh stood up and went to a different room saying he would be right back and that he had to get something. I really don’t know why I let him run off by himself again. He came back with a few bags in his hand and passed one out to everyone. He sat down next to me on the couch and said, “They’re presents for each of you guys! I’m really excited to spend another year with my best friends and these are just little “I love you” gifts for each of you!”

I started blushing when he said that. I know he said it to everyone but it felt weird that he said it you know?

Josh told everyone to open the gifts and as I was opening mine I felt someone looking at me. I turned to see Josh’s eyes on me as I was opening the gift. He looked away immediately after I looked up from the present. When I opened the present I picked up a locket that said “forever yours” with a picture of me and Josh inside of it. It was one of the sweetest things that I ever received. I looked at Josh again and saw him focusing on his hands. He looked nervous but kept a beautiful smile on his face.

“So do you like it?” Josh said looking up at me.

“Josh, I love it. Thank you so much.” I gave him a soft smile as he hugged me.

“I’m so glad you do! It was kind of hard to find something perfect and I knew this was it right when I saw it.”

“It really is the perfect gift, Josh.”

Sam shot up from the couch and started to yell, “Guys! It’s starting! The ball drop!”

We all stood up and counted down.

10… 9… 8…

I felt Josh’s fingers intertwining with mine.

7… 6… 5..

He turned to look at me and moved closer.

4… 3… 2…

That’s when it happened.

1…

That’s when we interlocked lips. His were soft and kind. It honestly felt like heaven but then I was reminded, he was drunk. It’s not actually Josh's thinking.

Josh pulled away and said, “I like you, Y/N. So much more than you know and I've been wanting to tell you but I wasn’t sure how you’d react but I thought “fuck it” It’s now or never, right?”

“Josh you’re dru-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“Yes but this is real. I’m telling you exactly how I feel and if you ask me tomorrow after the awful hangover I’m going to have and I promise you, Y/N, I’ll say the exact same thing when I’m sober.”

“We’ll test that tomorrow, Josh,” I gathered my stuff and said bye to everyone as I walked up the stairs to my room, “Night, Josh.”

“Night, Y/N.”

~

The next morning I came down to see Sam, Danny, and Josh all passed out on the couch. Jita must’ve driven Jake home last night sometime after I went to bed.

I started to clean up and make breakfast for me and the other three in the living room. I think the smell woke Josh up because the next thing I know I hear his voice.

“Hey,” Josh sleepily said, he really was out of it, “What’re you making?”

“Pancakes,” I looked back at him as he walked over next to me, “How’s your hangover?”

“Not as bad as I expected but I still feel like shit.”

“Yeah, I think that happens when you get a hangover.”

“Oh you say so?” He gave a tiny laugh and looked at me. The look.

I looked away breaking the moment of silence that just occurred.

“I still mean what I said last night.” Josh spoke up pulling a water out of the fridge.

“What?” I looked back at him with shock in my voice. Why are we talking about this so early in the morning? I really am not prepared for this talk right now.

“I told you last night-”

“No, no, Josh, I know what happened last night it’s just that… Do you really mean what you said last night? Was the kiss real?”

“Just as real as you and me, love,” Josh walked over to me and cupped my head in his hands. He pulled me closer and as our lips approached each other’s he said, “Can I spend this year and many more with you?”

“Are you asking to marry me, Josh Kiszka?” I laughed and saw him smirk.

“Not yet, eventually though, I will”

“Ah, that sounds very promising actually…”

“Yeah?” He gave a big smile that showed his perfect teeth.

“Could you offer me a kiss to help make me sure of my answer?”

“Of course I can darling,” Josh kissed me again, and just like last night, fireworks, “you sure your answer now?”

“Definitely.” I said hugging him.

“I'm glad you’re with me, Y/N.”

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[cator99]

There was a party of 20 people at my work tonight that was mostly russians all very slaylicious people and I don't know how to describe it but they had a very specific very cohesive vibe and I have never seen more Russian group of people in my entire life no that's not true I had a Russian friend growing up and her mother was a very wealthy veryyy stylish Russian criminal defense lawyer with very russian friends and one time she sat me down very seriously by the way this was a very serious and intense moment where she put her laptop in front of me and made me watch a pro-Putin propaganda video on YouTube which included a clip of him photoshopped riding a tiger to the song Eye of the Tiger and she got incredibly angry when I laughed... anyways they were complaining about the drinks not having enough vodka and making us remake them even requesting repour the drinks into a bigger glass so that we could add more vodka one guy was really skinny with high cheekbones and a very sunken face small jaw thin neck you know the type slicked back hair and an oversized leather jacket and tiny black oval sunglasses that he wore the entire time he was inside he kept going in and out for cigarette breaks while I was taking out the trash and we would get in each other's way and laugh because it just kept happening and he was like oh my it's like I came here just to get in your way and for no other reason lol ohhhhh god also there was a lesbian couple and one of them had short dark hair and a labret piercing oh my God she was so beautiful Jesus Christ I'm going to kill myself she was so like intense just intense scary intense but so gentle most people in the group were dressed up but she was just wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. I didn't think she was with any of the women there until I was cleaning up and I saw her with her arm around a tiny blonde woman who I had interacted with briefly earlier she was very sweet and had these giant glimmering eyes she had accidentally gotten in my way too and was apologizing profusely staring at me with those giant eyes and a sheepish little smile oh my god. Very cute but also very alarmingly intense. Honestly they all were very intense in a way but in a really fun way you know..... very down to earth people, all of them. There was one of them who looked and had the cadence and honestly had a presence which immediately brought to mind a sort of Russian John Wayne Gacy you know like if you've ever seen his interviews it was like that anyways he was paying for everything. There was also a black man with them who was dressed so impeccably I mean they all were but this guy even moreso... he had this whole color coordinated suit with a matching velvet fedora that was tilted and large sunglasses that stayed on all night as well. Pretty sure I heard him speaking Russian with a much older man who reminded me of my doctor who is Moldovan... A lot of them were clearly family- the older man really closely resembled a few of the younger men, however they seemed a bit less intense and less involved- you know what I mean there were obvious social things happening here that they were not a part of. I'm trying to remember who else stood out from that group but yeah there was 20 of them and I was mostly just dealing with Russian Gacy and the lesbian who ended up ordering a lot of drinks directly from me. Anyways they had the main hall due to the fact that there was so many of them and most rooms can comfortably fit anywhere from 5-12 people at most- however the hall isn't private, as it attaches to the main area where the bar is. The two rooms are only separated by a curtain. This is important because unlike everyone else in the karaoke bar I can hear every song the people in the hall sing. And for the record they started off with Barbie Girl by Aqua

[piratesfromspace]

Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw.  Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are. 

Read on Ao3

MASTERLIST

“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

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“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

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“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

[hugheshugs]

pretty pretty please asking for a umich younger sister dating luke hughes (the choice for the older brother is yours) ❤️️

okay soooo i kinda went off track w this one so im really sorry, it's more of an olderbrother!matty blurb but i hope you still like it <3 lets just pretend luke doesnt live too far from the boys' house in this one :) kinda angsty and kinda fluffy

you and luke never got into fights. when you did, however, they were big and tonight was one of those rare occasions. you'd had a disagreement and it ended in him being a bit harsher than he should have been, which also ended with you at the front door of your older brother's house.

when thomas opened the door to you standing on the porch with tears streaming down your face, he immediately went into panic mode.

"woah— hey, y/n, what's wrong? why are you crying?" he asked concerned, bringing a hand to your back to guide you inside.

"i-i just want my brother," you sniffled. "luke got mad at me."

his eyes widened as he wondered what the boy could have done to make you feel this way. he tucked you into his side without another word and led you to matty's bedroom.

"you've got a visitor," he said as he knocked on the door before letting you in. "i'll be downstairs if you need anything."

you simply nodded, closing the door behind you and meeting matty's eyes. he was in bed doing some readings for school but he pushed it aside when he saw the tears in your eyes.

"y/n/n? what happened, why are you crying?" matty asked as he stood from his seat and wrapped you in a hug.

you clinged onto him as you sobbed, unable to form a string of thoughts. he squeezed your frame tightly and you nuzzled your head into his chest. all you wanted was his comfort.

"luke— w-we had an argument," you choked through tears. "he got mad at me so i left."

he rubbed your back soothingly and you calmed at his touch. he waited for your cries to die down to sniffles before speaking up.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, looking down at you.

"no," you shook your head. "i just want you and thom and trus right now."

he almost chuckled at your words. you didn't want just your older brother, but also his best friends, even during your state of anguish.

"okay.. we can go down and have a little sleepover, how does that sound?"

you nodded and he leaned down to peck the top of your head, swaying you back and forth in his arms. "can i tell you something before we go down real quick?"

you let out a small mhm and he let out a sigh.

"i know lukey's my teammate but i'm going to set that aside for a minute," he started, holding you by your shoulders. "you should never let a man make you feel this way, no matter who they are. you shouldn't have to come to me, risking your life at what— 12 in the night— just because of some dude, okay? you walked, didn't you?"

you nodded again, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

"and i'm sure he didn't have any bad intentions but that doesn't mean you should forgive him that quickly. i know i won't—"

"hey! that's mean," you interrupted him with a pout.

"what do you mean?" he asked in disbelief. "he made you cry!"

"just because he made me cry that doesn't mean he's a bad person," you shrugged, looking down at your feet.

he let out a breath. "you're right. honestly, you probably know him better than i do but don't forget what i said."

"i won't, matty. thank you," you pulled him into a hug once more.

"no problem, i'm always here for you," he reassured. "now let's go eat some ice cream and watch mean girls."

the only thing on matty's mind at the moment was making sure his baby sister was okay. but that didn't mean that he wouldn't sneak out sometime during the night and give luke a surprise phone call, just to.. chat. he'd make sure your boyfriend didn't make you cry ever again.

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part two

[bluexiao]

The Sound of Thunder

—when you are/had gotten scared of thunder

CHARACTERS: albedo, childe, kazuha, scaramouche, venti, xiao, zhongli; reader

NOTES: i was supposed to have more characters here but i feel so sleepy and ik i did promise to answer the matchups but i was just not feeling it tonight:( maybe the rain is getting to me nowadays. anyway hope you like this one! i almost fell asleep while finishing this one up jxjdj

ALBEDO probably knows you were afraid of thunder, and he already created some sort of headphones for you to prevent hearing more than you wanted. But if you hadn’t acted like that before, he would be confused and ask you immediately what’s wrong. Since he wouldn’t have anything prepared for you to use, he would most likely comfort you with the best he can for the moment and take a mental note to invent something for you. The thing about ALBEDO is that he is a man of action. This meant that he will not only try to comfort you with words or whispers that would take your mind off of things, he would also try to distract you by maybe letting you engage with his experiment—something not dangerous of course, or get you to stand up and bake cookies with him or something. He knows the things that could distract you and he would do it just for you not to mind the thunder that echoes from the skies above.

CHILDE would probably sense your fear even from afar. Probably because he had encountered it so many times with other people that he was also used to sensing it as instantly as possible. He had probably comforted his younger siblings before and would instantly know what to do to you as well. He’d make a fort under the blanket of your bed and encourage you to come sit with him inside. And when you do, he’d tell stories of his childhood, or maybe his adventures and so on so forth. If he ever see you tremble or flinch, he’d just continue his story while gently caressing your hand with his thumb, hoping it woukd comfort you enough to forget about the fear you had.

KAZUHA recognized the fear in your eyes. He knew it so well that he didn’t realize he was already in front of you, holding both of your hands to catch your attention. “Dove? What’s wrong? Why are you trem-” then you flinched when a thunder erupted from outside the cabin. He’d immediately then feel bad that he didn’t realize then sooner but he’d probably try to find a blanket and drape it over your head as you sit there down on the ground. He’d sit beside you and give you the sweetest smile in the whole world. “No need to be afraid, dove. I’m here for you. No thunder or lightning in any sense will ever hurt you. I’m here.” if you get my reference there… yknow what i mean

SCARAMOUCHE most likely wouldn’t believe you at first. Don’t get him wrong. He just most likely was so used to your joyful or confident or positive demeanor that he would see this side of you as something he hadn’t explored yet… not with you. He’s used to the fear of his lackeys or the other people, but not you. You were the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. But when he saw you trembling with the sound of thunder, he was motionless for the meantime. When he got his act together seconds later, he already knew what to do. He crouches down in front of you and offers his hand. If you do not take it, he'll sigh but he will take your hand gently and while his other hand guided you as well by slipping onto your waist, he then hoisted you up so he could pull you to the bed you two shared. His arm is still wrapped around your waist and you two cuddle with, facing each other but he opted to bringing you close to his chest, sort of like sending you a message that he was there to protect you no matter what and fear is something his confidence can shatter if that’s what it takes to make you happy.

VENTI instantly recognizes it. Sure, he’s a god and he probably doesn’t have that much to fear like normal mortals do, but he does recognize the emotion and he knows it to the point he’d switch into serious venti mode. He’d reach up to your cheeks and makes you look into his eyes—ones that were filled with genuine love and care for you. He’d lean in to peck you on the nose and to your forehead before snuggling beside you—no matter where you were. His lyre would appear out of nowhere and he’d start with slow, comforting tunes that would help ease you rheart and mind. When he knows you’ve already relaxed a bit that’s when he’d try to lighten the mood with a lively tune and continue on from there.

XIAO couldn’t understand mortal fears, but he could recognize it in a split instant. He is probably the fastest to react out of everyone else for the moment he saw you on the ground, hands clutched to the sides of your head, he was there beside you immediately. “Why? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” His mind is a spiralling mess, especially if this was the first time he’d seen you act like this. He would immediately assume that someone came and caused this, however he’d be able to see you flinch when another loud sound of thunder bellows, and then he’d realize what the real problem was. He’d relax for a bit since it was not what his assumptions were. However, he’d still be conflicted because he doesn’t know what to do next. He just knows that he doesn’t like seeing you like this and the best thing he could do is take you somewhere you wouldn’t hear the thunder. And the next thing he knows is he’s carrying you on his arms and he had teleported somewhere far away from where the storm is, most likely at Qingyun Peak or somewhere really far but enough to see the storm that now is by Wangshu Inn. You two would watch it from afar and he’d visibly relax when you do. He cares for you so much that if you’re hurt, he’s hurt as well.

ZHONGLI would brew you a tea that would help calm your nerves. And while it is brewing, he’d pull you on his lap and let you lean your head on his chest. He’d let you curl under his arms and probably even raise a hand to stroke the back of your head gently, treading his fingers on your hair as an attempt to soothe you. He’d then tell you stories just like he would on any normal day and make sure that you’d get interested in it since he did have a motive to distract you from your fear. He might not know how mortal fear works, but he does understands you to a certain kind of extent that he knows what to do to comfort you whenever your fear comes.