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fluentmoviequoter · 6 days ago

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Surety of Ghos-ti

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Pairing: Dominique Luca x pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: You are held hostage, and Luca and his team have to save you and your baby.

Warnings: angst, violence, threats of homicide, comfort/fluff

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

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“Hondo!” Luca calls as he enters SWAT HQ.

Hondo stands immediately, his eyes wide as he asks, “She’s in labor?”

“No, man, and she won’t be for a while,” Luca replies with a smile. “I thought I was supposed to be the nervous, jumpy one.”

“Give it a few more weeks,” Deacon interjects. “It gets easier after the first one, though.”

“We ain’t all like you, Deac,” Hondo teases. “What do ya need, Luca?”

“50 Squad’s serving a felony warrant with the Marshals in Santa Clarita, so Hicks wants us to be ready to pick up the slack.”

“They better not go to Magic Mountain without me,” Street grumbles from the other side of the room.

“Priorities, Street,” Deacon reminds him.

“Yeah, they’re sorted.”

“I have to be at the party supply store before they close at 9,” Chris says. “As long as our shift ends when it’s supposed to, I can let Rocker slide this one time.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Luca responds.

Chris turns to stare at Luca, and after a moment, he concedes and raises his hands. The team decided to throw you a baby shower, besides the one you had for friends and family, because you are part of 20 Squad, and you’ve gained another family. Luca expected Annie to be the one who took the reins of the shower. He has seen how well you and Chris get along, so he shouldn’t be surprised by her insistence on making the party perfect.

“When does she learn the gender?” Street asks. “If it’s a boy, Streeter has a nice ring to it.”

“They’re not going to set the kid up for failure before birth, my man,” Hondo calls.

“Her appointment was supposed to be today, but the doctor had to reschedule,” Luca answers. “She’s not sure she wants to know, though.”

“Chris works for a niece or nephew,” Chris points out.

Luca laughs, then remembers that Hicks asked him to review a new strategy with Hondo and, despite his preference to continue discussing you, he focuses on work.

Los Angeles has every kind of store you could ever need, but when a new handmade baby goods store opens a few miles from your place, you know you must visit. Luca is at work, you’ve done everything Chris allowed you to for the upcoming baby shower, and even though you’re 20 weeks pregnant, you’re restless. So, you gather your phone, wallet, and keys, then lock your front door and begin the short drive to the store.

The pastel blue façade welcomes you after you park, and you run your hand under your growing bump as you enter the store. A handwritten “Cash Only; Sorry!” sign is displayed on the counter, and you mentally thank yourself for asking Luca to take you to the bank over the weekend. He’s the best part of your life, the love of your life, and his insistence to help you prepare before giving birth has been a godsend.

“Hi!” a smiling employee calls. “Welcome in, let me know if you need anything!”

“Hello,” you reply. “Thank you. I’m just looking for now.”

“Awesome! There’s so much cute stuff in here, take your time.”

You smile, then trail your eyes around the store. It’s larger than it looked from the outside, and you decide to start in the back corner and work toward the front of the store. There’s a small cart return area at the front of the store, likely from the building’s past resident, now blocked off with a sign that says, “We got you, mamas. If you’re shopping alone and need assistance, let an employee know and we’ll keep your stuff behind the counter so you can relax and focus on finding the perfect items.”

As you reach the back of the store, there’s a corner filled with onesies and toes relating to parents’ jobs. A pair of pajamas catches your eye, embroidered with a police van that reminds you of Black Betty and “Relax, my dad is a police officer.” You lay it over your arm, then laugh at the one behind it. With both secured, you continue walking around the store. The employee from earlier checks in with you as you walk past and graciously offers to take the items from your arms and hold them behind the counter for you.

“Thank you,” you call as she uses a dry-erase marker to write your name on a plastic bin beneath the register.

“Of course!” she replies.

She waves to another employee, returning from somewhere, and you continue shopping. You look at some BPA-free bottles and specialty pacifiers rather than looking up when the bell over the door rings.

“Welcome in.”

You hear the strain in the cashier’s voice and shift your attention quickly, reaching for your phone when you see a man dressed in all black blocking the doorway. He puts his gloved hand against his hip as one of the women places her hand against the edge of the counter, her fingers underneath the lip. You assume she presses a panic button and stay behind a shelf as you click your screen to find Luca’s contact.

“Empty the register,” the man demands.

“Okay, okay,” one of the women mutters, opening the register and dumping a few bills and loose coins onto the counter.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“That’s all. We just took most of it to the bank, we only have enough to make change.”

“Open the safe!”

“Don’t have one.”

The man jerks his head to the side quickly, then pulls a black gun from his waistband. You forget about texting Luca and press the button to call him instead. The man pulls his black cap off, running his fingers through his hair. He turns toward you after his arm falls out of his peripheral view, suddenly aware of your presence.

“What are you doing over there?” he yells, aiming the gun at you.

You raise your hands quickly, but not before setting your phone behind a bottle on the shelf and praying Luca answers. “I was just shopping,” you answer as you step away from the shelf.

“Give me your money, too!”

You swallow as you pull your wallet out, then hand over the cash you have. The man holds the gun on you with one hand as he counts the money with the other. He sighs, then backs toward the door. He twists the lock until it clicks and flips the sign on the door to say Closed.

“This isn’t enough,” he says as if he’s having a normal conversation and not threatening lives over less than $500. “What are we going to do about that?”

“What about a bottle warmer?” Street asks, scrolling through a baby registry on his phone.

“Got one,” Luca answers without looking up. “I told her to make her own registry.”

“Towel warmer for Mom?”

“I bought her one,” Hicks interjects. When the team turns toward him, he shrugs and says, “New moms need comfort and new things, too.”

Luca smiles and shakes his head as his phone begins ringing. “Speaking of new moms,” he murmurs before answering the phone. Luca doesn’t hear anything, so he repeats your name several times. Just before he hangs up, he hears muffled speech.

“What’s up?” Tan asks, noticing the concern on Luca’s face.

Luca gestures for him to be quiet, places his phone on speaker, and turns it up.

“I was just shopping,” you say, your voice growing quieter like you’re stepping away from the phone.

“Give me your money, too!” a man yells.

Hondo reaches across Luca’s chest and mutes the microphone to ask, “Where is she?”

Keeping the phone call connected, Luca navigates to your contact and reads your current location so Street can type it into the computer.

“Home Grown Baby, it’s a handmade baby goods store,” Street says. “The silent alarm was activated less than a minute ago.”

“Maybe you should put the gun down,” another woman says. “We can help you.”

Someone screams, and you plead, “Stop, stop.”

Hicks raises his own phone to his ear, whispering hurried commands. “I called off local PD. That’s a hostage situation. Luca, if you need to sit this out-”

“I’m good,” Luca assures the team. “Let’s do this.”

“Luca,” Deacon calls, stopping him on the way to Black Betty. “Your girl, your unborn child… he’s going to try to use them as insurance, a surety that things stay in his control. We need to you think with her if this is going to work.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Luca answers, letting his training override his emotions. At least until he gets to the store.

You hold a hand against your stomach as you sit beside the employees, tucked under the front of the counter as the armed man paces before you. Glancing over, you see that the woman who returned from the bank, Elizabeth, is looking better. He hit her over the head with his gun, but her color is returning, and the blood on her temple is drying.

“Is-" the other woman, Jane, begins. She stops when the man turns toward you. When he turns away again, she whispers, “Are you really with a cop?”

You nod once and squeeze her hand in a silent promise that your cop, your love, your Luca, will get everyone out of this building alive.

“Guns blazing,” Hondo suggests.

“I doubt he’ll like that,” Deacon argues. “He clearly wants to be in control based on the phone call.”

“They haven’t spoken since he made them sit,” Street adds, Luca’s phone pressed to his ear. “Not loud enough to hear at least.”

“We can’t risk spooking him into hurting anyone,” Luca agrees. “Try hostage recovery, talk him down, then go from there?”

“Thirty seconds,” Tan alerts from the driver’s seat. “Lights and sirens?”

“Lights only,” Hondo answers. “Park right outside the door, I want him to see us.”

Hondo takes a deep breath, then stops. He passes the phone to Deacon and nods once. Deacon dials the store number and waits for an answer as he trades places with Street to sit in the front.

“Hello,” he says after a moment. “I’m Sergeant Deacon Kay with LAPD SWAT. Who am I speaking to?”

“How’d you know I was here?” the man demands, in stereo for Street, listening to Luca’s phone and Deacon’s call.

“It’s a busy parking lot, someone got suspicious,” Deacon says carefully. “Is there something we should be worried about?”

“Yeah, there is!”

“What’s going on, sir?”

“I need money! She took everything from me, I can’t even see my kid and now I’m going to lose my apartment.”

Hondo holds up his left hand and taps his empty ring finger. Deacon nods, then takes a dramatic breath.

“I get that,” he replies. “My ex took all three of our kids, told the courts I would neglect them because of my hours as a cop. They- women take and take.”

“I need $1,200 but there’s only $300 here!”

“Listen, you come out, and I’ll help you with a plan to get the other 9.”

“No, no, I walk out there, I lose it all anyway. That isn’t how I’m ending this.”

“The women in that store didn’t do anything wrong, Mr.?”

“Kirkfield,” the man says quietly. “Keith.”

“Alright, Keith, my name’s David. I can help you, but not until I know the other people inside are safe.”

“I got a cousin who’s in jail for assault and battery, he called this part ghos-ti, you know what this is, David?”

“No, I don’t.”

“It’s like the root for our word hostage. I’ve got three ladies in here unwilling to cough up the cash I need.” He raises his voice, likely so you and the employees can hear, and adds, “If they’d listened, I’d be gone already!”

“Keith,” Deacon begins.

“No, I’m thinking you don’t get it either. So, remember next time you call without my money that ghos-ti also sounds a lot like a dead baby.”

Luca’s eyes widen as he grips the non-lethal gun across his chest. Hondo informs them they can’t get the money quickly, and Street shakes his head to communicate that Keith isn’t talking.

Suddenly, Deacon’s phone rings again.

“Change of plans, Sergeant,” Keith says. “Ten minutes, or I start shooting.”

“That won’t-“

The line beeps, and Luca tightens his jaw as Hondo begins brainstorming a plan to get inside.

You hold your hand against your mouth, growing nauseous from the stress of your situation, pregnancy hormones, and hunger. It’s been eight minutes since Keith gave Deacon ten minutes, and you know that the team is working to get inside if they’re not already.

“What are you doing?” Keith asks. “Move your hand.”

“I’m getting sick,” you explain before pressing your lips together.

“She’s pregnant, her blood pressure is probably too high or her sugar’s dropping,” Jane says. “I have snacks in my bag behind the counter, please just let me-“

Keith fires one shot into the wall, and you drop your head to cover your ears, fighting the rolling sensation in your stomach.

“Hold,” Hondo commands after the shot. “Street?”

“He-“ Street looks toward Luca. “He was talking to her, and one of the women asked to get her a snack. No one’s talking.”

“Stay here,” Hondo tells Luca.

“Absolutely not,” Luca argues. “We’re wasting time, Hondo.”

Luca’s chest tightens; he feels like taking a full breath would kill him, and this time, he can’t rely on his training. He heard the shot but no screaming, so he has no idea what they are about to walk into. Maybe Keith shot on accident, or maybe there’s a bloodbath. Regardless, you’re inside, and he will not sit on the sidelines.

They move silently through the back room of the store, pausing against a wooden door separating them from the showroom.

“I’ll give you my credit card, whatever you want, just please stop,” one of the women pleads through tears. Street thinks it’s Elizabeth, and as they review the thermal scan of the room, he tries to find where your phone could be.

“He’s pacing,” Tan says quietly.

“When he turns toward the front again, we’re breaching,” Hondo decides. “Don’t give him a chance to get another shot off, Chris.”

“I won’t give him a chance to pucker,” she mumbles as she moves into position.

Tan watches the image, raising his fingers to countdown from three. Hondo pulls the door open, and Chris shoots Keith’s upper leg before he even turns all the way around. Luca calls your name, rushing toward the counter as his team finishes their job. When he sees you, your arms wrapped protectively around your bump, he drops to his knees and pulls you against his chest.

“He’s cute,” the woman beside you – bloody woman Luca notices after – whispers.

You nod against Luca, carefully moving your arms to hug him. As you thank him repeatedly for coming, Chris and Tan haul Keith to his feet and take him toward an approaching patrol car.

“You hid this well,” Street applauds as he extends his phone toward you. “That microphone is nice, I should get one.”

“Priorities, Street!” Deacon yells from the back of the store.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell Street. “I need to pay for my stuff and then- I actually need to get up first.”

Luca holds your arms carefully, and Street lays a hand on your back as you stand. Once you’re on your feet again, Luca wraps his arm around your waist.

“These are so on the house,” Elizabeth tells you, passing two bags over the counter. “I’m going to the hospital with Jane but thank you for everything.”

“Thank you,” Luca tells her, pulling the bags to his side. “Now, we’re going home.”

You smile and lean tiredly against Luca. As he helps you into the passenger seat of your car, Street runs over and hugs you. Luca shoves him away from the back door before sitting in the driver’s seat and sighing.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he tells you, holding your hand against his thigh. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you reply.

“Isn’t it cute?” you ask, spreading the police van onesie over the table before you.

“Not cute enough to risk you getting shot at,” Luca mumbles against your temple. “But very cute.”

“Then you’ll really like this one.”

You pass the folded cloth to Luca, leaning harder against his side. He unfolds the onesie, reads it, and laughs. The sound feels like home, and as you curl up beside Luca, you know you and your baby will always be safe.

“Proof my mom loves policemen,” Luca says after a few minutes. “That’s funny.”

“And true.”

“Prove it,” he requests, smiling as his lips brush over yours.

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creedslove · 1 year ago

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART SEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Summary: You and Jack have a real conversation for the first time and you find out he's more vulnerable than you thought

(This is the seventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

Warnings: hurt, angst, hurt, angst, talk of past trauma, asshole!jack (but not really), mom!reader, and fluff because Wyatt is too cute

A/N: besties, I gotta confess 🥺 that I teared up writing this one, I don't know how you will all react, but my heart is broken for jack and reader 🥺

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It was only evening when Wyatt finally showed signs of being tired. He loved Silver Pony so much and no matter if Jack showed him the other horses, he was hooked to your favorite girl, always clinging to her and stroking her soft fur. Silver Pony also enjoyed the affection, always hovering around the two of you gently, making your son giggle and reward both you and Jack with his sweet laughs.

The cowboy didn't interfere, he just watched the two of you having fun, his mind wandering through his thoughts. For once, he didn't think of his late wife and their unborn son, instead, he kept thinking of you and Wyatt, wondering and picturing what life would be like if he hadn't made you go away, if he'd taken care of you while you were pregnant, he was sure you were glowing and looking gorgeous, he thought of what would it be like holding you at night, stroking your pregnant bump and talking to the baby in your womb. How he would shower you in presents and you two would get the baby's room ready together. He liked imagining taking care of Wyatt as a newborn, how he would probably be afraid of holding him and you would soothe him. You two would be so happy with your beautiful little family. He thought of all the celebrations and parties that could have happened on his ranch, your engagement dinner, your wedding party, Wyatt's first birthday and so on. It shattered his heart to think he had missed out on an entire life of happiness only because he was a bad person.

He watched as the sun was setting and got up, gathering the basket and walking towards Silver Pony "I think we should head back, the sun is going down and Helen made us dinner…" he swallowed "it's your favorite sugar" he looked at you with his puppy eyes and you controlled the urge of rolling your own. It baffled you his ability of being a real dick and pretending nothing was happening, you were going to ignore what he said, but Wyatt smiled big "mommy happy?" He asked and you nodded, turning to Silver Pony "I'm very happy because I have you, my beautiful son, and also our gorgeous Silver Pony" she caressed down the mare's face and Wyatt whimpered as he couldn't reach it, so Jack quickly joined them, lifting him up and he imitated his mommy's gesture

"I wove Silvew Pony… can we take hew home, mommy?" He tilted his head in such innocent way your chest tightened and you laughed softly at him "we can't fit her in our apartment baby, otherwise I'd love to take her with us, so for now she has to stay here"

Wyatt pouted and nodded and then his face lit up as he had an amazing idea "can we wive hewe? With cowboy, mommy, Wyatt and Silvew Pony" he said happily and clapped his hands excitedly. Jack swallowed sadly and looked at you, you glanced back at him and licked your lips. As much as you wanted to punch him, you couldn't help but feel your lips tingling every time you remembered the kiss he forcefully imposed on you.

"I would love for you and your mommy to live with me, big guy, but I think mommy likes the city, but you two are always welcome here, to spend the weekend or as long as you would like" he said and rubbed Wyatt's arm, seeing his skin was cold and they should probably get back inside.

"Y/N… Wyatt is a little cold…" he said as he gently placed his big hand on your arm, startling you as you didn't expect his warm touch. "You're cold too. Here…" he told you, carefully handing you Wyatt as he took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around your body.

You didn't say much as Wyatt snuggled you, clinging to your body and yawning as your warmth spread through his body. You also tried not paying attention to Jack's scent lingering all over it. It smelled like pine, a little bit of cologne, whiskey and him. It used to be your favorite smell in the whole world, but now it only left shattered pieces of your heart behind. You nuzzled Wyatt's curls and kissed his forehead, making him giggle as you two rushed inside as Jack stayed behind to take Silver Pony back into the stable.

Helen greeted you at the door, you knew Saturdays evenings she went back to her home and would only come back on Monday, she was ready to go, but not without showering Wyatt and kisses and hugging you tight, telling you once again how happy she was to see you and how she wished you would come more often to visit them, you nodded and said goodbye, feeling happy to have seen the woman and placed Wyatt down. You took off Jack's jacket just in time to see him walk through the door and handed it back to him "thank you" you said in a low voice and turned to your son "now you're gonna get a nice warm shower, okay? So we can have yummy dinner" she told him, but he pouted and hugged his dad's legs, who knelt in front of him and stroked his cheek "mommy is right, buddy, you gotta do what she says, it's time for shower because no one likes a smelly cowboy" he winked and tickled his tummy making his son laugh.

You nodded, surprised at Jack's reinforcement as you expected low of him after he displayed his true character towards you so many times. You just assumed he would always take the easy road in order to be Wyatt's favorite, but it was good he knew you should work as a team and not as rivals.

You took Wyatt back to the guest bedroom you'd be having through the night as you would help him shower in the bathroom. He was excited to put on his horses PJs after showering, so he could show his cowboy friend how much of a cowboy himself he was. You chuckled, finding it amusing while Wyatt already got undressed by himself and got under the shower wanting to be over with it as soon as possible; though you tried starting it, no stream of water came out and you sighed, as you had no idea how to fix it, you wrapped a towel around your son and went to the stairs, calling Jack so he could assist you. He ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, excitement rushed through his veins as you were addressing him "what's wrong?" He licked his bottom lip and watched you intently

"Shower's not working" you informed him and he nodded and followed you into the bathroom. Wyatt giggled as he saw the cowboy, he shyly hid under his mommy still in his towel, waiting patiently while Jack took a look at things.

"Seems like this cowboy will have to shower somewhere else and you too sugar. You can take the bathroom in my bedroom, you know where it is and you can use the tub as well" he said with an excited smile at Wyatt "how's that buddy? Would you like to be a water cowboy tonight?" He cooed at Wyatt who nodded excitedly "pwease mommy, i want to pway watew cowboy" he pouted and you agreed, heading towards Jack's bedroom - the one that used to be yours too.

"I'll warm up dinner while you bathe him, sugar, unless you want my help…" he offered but you quickly dismissed.

After Wyatt had a blast in Jack's tub and begged you to brush your hair to the side just like the cowboy's, the three of you had dinner together. Helen had been so kind to make your favorite dish, along with some nuggets for your son, who enjoyed every second of it completely oblivious to the tension between you and his daddy.

Wyatt didn't take long to fall asleep on the couch after the amount of fun and activities he had during the week. He was so happy and enjoyed every single minute of the day and, though Jack sighed a little disappointed as he saw him already fast asleep

"I wanted to show him the bedroom I set up for him… Y/N please, I want Wyatt to keep coming here, you too, of course, so you can visit Helen and Silver Pony, but I know you hate my guts so I won't force you to come any longer, but I want my son around" he said as he sat on the edge of the couch and caressed his hair gently.

"Why did you come back after so long? I don't understand… I know you've been providing us with money here and there and that you also watched us from afar, but why now?"

You saw how tense Jack got as he looked down and took a deep breath, ready to speak but then changed his mind as Wyatt whimpered in his dream "this ain't something we should talk about in front of a kid, Y/N… go relax, take your shower and I'll tell you later" he said firmly and very gently picked up Wyatt, asking you to follow him down the hallway where he stood next to a door, which you remembered really well it was another guest bedroom, but apparently Jack had made it into Wyatt's room. He waited for you to open the door as his own hands were busy with your son and your heart warmed at how beautifully he had it made.

It was of course, all farm themed, with paintings on the wall, all kinds of animal plushies and matching furniture. You knew your son would go crazy once he saw it and you couldn't help tearing up at how thoughtful that place was. Even if things were ruined between you and Jack, maybe he could be a good father after all.

He covered Wyatt gently and pecked his forehead, turning to you and giving you another sad smile "you should go shower now, we can talk in a little while"

•••

Jack waited for you to exit the bathroom in his master room with a glass of scotch in hands and sitting down in the armchair. He felt anxious at the same time he wanted to get things done with you as soon as possible. He knew you deserved the truth, as well as his apologies though he was sure you wouldn't actually accept them, still he had to try. He wanted his son around and he could only get it if you could stand him at least a little, because even if he had blackmailed you, he didn't want to bring lawyers into the game, he didn't want to take things to the court and cause you and Wyatt more distress. He hoped he could make things civil between the two of you and he knew the way of getting into it was being honest with you.

He could hear the shower running and wondered why you hadn't bathed in the tub, as you loved doing it and very often invited him to join in with you. He felt a wave of lust hitting him, as he thought of all the time you'd spent there together, how you touched each other's bodies, your lips on him, your taste in his mouth, he was so happy and wasn't even aware that would end some day.

He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely noticed the shower went completely silent and a few minutes later, you opened the door and walked out only in your underwear, completely unaware of him at first. He gasped and felt his mouth getting dry, not expecting such a beautiful sight for his sore eyes, he licked his lips and wasn't sure if he should make his presence known, though his presence was completely explicit as he was sat there a few meters from you, under the bright lights, you were just too distracted, and he knew exactly what had caught your attention: the picture frame he had in one of his shelves. It was you and Wyatt, on his first birthday.

You didn't know how you missed it the first time you'd been into his bedroom earlier, taking your son to be bathed, but now you saw it: it was a picture of you and him. You didn't know how Jack managed to get his hands on that picture, but it was also quite shocking as you analyzed the rest of the furniture and the wall and you didn't find any pictures of his late wife. Why did he keep your pictures and not hers? It was another Jack Daniels mystery you weren't sure you wanted to find out.

You knew you would have to put up some clothes and find him, he managed to make you curious and you didn't know until what extent he needed to tell you something serious or if it was one of his games, but once you turned away and walked to his bed to get the clothes you'd left there, you finally spotted him in the armchair. Your heart nearly stopped at the sight of him there, you didn't expect to see Jack and he looked almost as shocked as you did, not believing you were flashing him your body like that.

"Fuck Jack, what are you doing here?" You raised your voice at him, anger and embarrassment formed a wave inside of you, as you immediately grabbed your towel and covered yourself.

He swallowed hard and finished his whiskey, looking embarrassed himself and rubbed the back of his neck "I didn't know you would come out of the shower without clothes, well, technically you're covering your… body" he said choosing his words carefully "but I thought you'd be fully dressed and well, you look gorgeous, even better than what I remembered, if it makes you feel any better.

You scoffed at him and shook your head

"Gorgeous? You said I looked rough this morning, Jack… you don't have to pity me. Besides, don't forget you're older than me and with the way you drink, you can start kissing your pretty face goodbye real soon, so you will definitely look rougher than me" you spat at him, not caring if that was pretty at all. You caught a hint of hurt in his eyes and that made you feel really proud even if it shouldn't have, but he immediately shook his head and stared at you.

"I deserved that" he chuckled dryly "but I didn't mean that, and I also didn't mean anything bad I told you before… I am a dick I know, but I knew you hated my guts after I made you leave and I thought to myself it would be easier for me if I just pushed you away, you hate me Y/N and you got all the right to do so, and I thought it would be less painful if I forced myself to believe I hated you too, maybe if I tried hard enough, I'd stop loving you and it would be easier to handle your rejection" he said feeling ashamed and looked down.

You sat in the other armchair, the towel covering your body as you listened to his words

"You don't look rough at all, you're as gorgeous as you were the day you walked out of my life, Y/N, you're not a bitch, and I won't get any lawyers, I promise you" he said with a small voice "I've been hurting you so you hate me more, because I will never be worthy of your love again, I lost you, but I don't wanna lose my kid, Y/N, please" he said honestly and watched as you just had a hard expression on your face

"You know Jack, the first time I saw you, I was already head over heels, you were on a mission and I had no idea, but I saw you approaching that woman and throwing your charm and she refused you. It was kind of funny, but all I could think of was that if it were me, it would've worked, you would have me wrapped around your finger…" you said "and only at the end of the night you saw me… and then when we started dating, I found out you'd been married before, and that's the problem with you, I'm always your second option, and I will always be" you shrugged "it hurts… to know I'm not the woman that's on your mind, that whenever we do something special to know you are thinking of how much you'd like to do with her instead… I don't want my son to grow up knowing he is only here because you couldn't have your first option… I don't want him to feel he has to compete with a ghost, because that's how I felt… that's even how I feel Jack, because do you even hear yourself? You would never do this to your wife…. You would never try to push her away by being cruel like you are, if it were her, you would get on your knees and beg for her forgiveness" you said and got up walking to his bed and getting your clothes. You didn't want to talk to him anymore, you were tired of being that hurt, as you tried leaving, he got up and held you by your wrist, firmly, making it clear you were only leaving that place when he wanted you to

"The reason why I wanted you and my son back in my life, is because I was shot on my last mission. I tried sabotaging the mission, but the other agent got suspicious and shot me. They took me back to Statesman and Ginger fixed me right, but she still needed to trigger my memory, so she showed me a picture of my wife, God bless her soul, and nothing happened" he licked his lips and stared into your eyes "so Ginger decided to show me a picture of you and Wyatt, and that was when everything came back all at once. Us, our relationship, our life here on the ranch. I was able to relive my memories once more, and when I got back to my senses, Champ forced me into therapy, and you know what the therapist concluded?" Your jaw dropped the moment you saw Jack had tears in his eyes, you had never seen him show that kind of emotion, he was really good at controlling his feelings and he didn't show that kind of vulnerability in front of anyone. You realized he'd asked you a question and as you swallowed hard, you shook your head, answering him.

"The therapist said I replaced one grief with another; I finally let my first wife and son rest in peace and I was grieving the loss of you and Wyatt, because I couldn't handle the guilt of making you two go away, but he reminded me you two were very much alive and I didn't want to waste any more time, I just knew I wanted my family back, and that's why I beg you for a second chance, sugar"

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A/N: besties, I hope you have liked this chapter and let me know your thoughts, does this cowboy deserve a second chance?

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triplexdoublex · 9 months ago

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Chase(Huddy) x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, almost getting caught by a family member, use of a vibrator, outta pocket grandma

A/N: 100% based on a dream I had, so some details may differ from real life.

It’s been six long months without Chase while he was gone on tour, but finally you’re about to see him again. You see him as you pull up at arrivals; a smile already on his face when he recognizes your car. The second the car is in park, you jump out and throw your arms around him, pulling him in for a big kiss, and then help him load his luggage into the trunk.

“God, I missed you so much, you have no idea,”he kisses you again as he settles into the passenger seat.

“I missed you so much too, babe. I’m glad to have you back,” you smile at him before pulling away from the airport and starting the journey back to the house you share with Chase.

You’re almost back home when Chase starts getting handsy. He runs a hand up your inner thigh and under your skirt. “Can’t believe it's been six months since I’ve touched you, six months since my cocks been in this sweet pussy,” he begins rubbing you through your panties while you drive. First order of business when we get in the house is burying this dick so deep inside you” He grasps his hardening length through his pants with his free hand while the other tries to slip into your panties.

“Yeah about that…” you push his hand away.

“Baby, I don’t even care if you're on your period! I need you!” he pleads.

“What? No, that was like two weeks ago, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it, baby? C’mon you know you can tell me anything,” Chase questions concerned.

“You’ll see.”

Not even two minutes later you pull up to the house: balloons, tents with food, a welcome home sign and every relative of his imaginable.

“Oh. My. God. What the hell?” Chase says in shock.

“I’m sorry, babe. Your family insisted on throwing you a Welcome Home party and I tried to get them to at least change it to tomorrow so we could have some time to ourselves and you could rest, but they weren’t having it, and I didn’t want any drama with them.”

“Oh, fuck me!” He whins in annoyance. I mean, they’re my family, of course I wanna see them but not right now, ugh. Right now, I only want you— I’m still fucking hard.”

You get out of the car, retrieve Chase’s luggage from the trunk , and hand it to him as he steps out of the car. “Here, cover yourself with this.”

“Heyyy,” he awkwardly greets various family members, giving them a one armed hug while still clutching his luggage close to his body. More family start to approach, but Chase can’t take it anymore,his craving for you is absolutely carnal and his family is going to have to wait. “Hey everyone,let me take a shower real quick to wash off all the tour bus and travel off of me, then I’ll get back to seeing everyone. Promise I'll be quick.” And he knows he will be, you’ll be lucky if he lasts five minutes after having been away so long.

The second you enter the house — which is thankfully empty— your ravenous mouths are on each other, and you’re shedding your outerwear; your cardigan and his leather jacket. With your mouths fused together in passion, and your hands tangled in each other's hair, you clumsily shuffle towards the bedroom, banging into things, and knocking stuff over in the kitchen along your way. You only make it as far as the connected living room before you fall back onto the sofa, pulling Chase down on top of you. He instantly grinds himself against you and you lift your hips returning the sensation—your longing bodies visceral reaction to touching after being apart so long.

With your fingers on his zipper and his tongue in your mouth you pause, hearing the outside door open into the kitchen.

“Oh my, I told myself that you were still young and you weren’t having sex yet, I guess I know the truth now.” Chase’s grandmother criticizes.

“Jesus Christ, Grandma I’m twenty one, really?” Chase replies holding himself up off your body. “And we were just kissing. What are you doing in the house anyways, the party is outside?”

“But I know what that kind of kissing leads to,” his grandmother informs.” I kissed your grandad like that when he came home from the war, and nine months later your mother was born,” she embarrasses Chase. “I just wanted to see my grandson, is that okay?” She guilt trips him in a way only a grandparent can.

“Thanks for the visual, Grandma,” he facepalms. “Yes, but I told everyone I would be right back after a shower, sooo let me go take a shower and I’ll be right out.” He tries his best to hide his annoyance with her but fails miserably.

“Ohh fine,” his grandmother sulks, walking towards the door.

“Yup, there you go, okay bye bye, see you later.” Chase rushes her out, locking the door behind her.

“Now where were we?” Chase smirks, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a hungry kiss.

Again you begin the clumsy journey to the bedroom, undressing each other as you go — Chase pulling your shirt up and over your head and your fingers skillfully working down the placket of his white button up.

Before you even get the chance to remove it fully he’s shoving you against the wall. Your skin is set ablaze as his nimble fingers begin to travel up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt.

“Missed me, huh?” He teases with a smirk feeling how soaked you are through your panties.

“Mhmmmm, Fuck— you have no idea,” you moan grasping him through his pants.

He pushes your hand away in exchange for unzipping his pants, and pulls himself free. Then hurriedly, he hikes your left leg up around his waist, and pushes your wet panties to the side. You can’t help but let out a loud moan at the feeling of his sizable cock nudging your slick walls open to accommodate him.

“Fuck, I missed this.” His warm breath cascades over your flesh as he pivots his hips and mouths your neck, thumbing your bra strap out of the way to then kiss along your clavicle.

“Ohhh- fuck, Chase!” You cry out in pleasure, grabbing his ass to pull him in deeper. “Uhhhhmm, yeah —fuck right there!”

“Mmhhmmm, oh god yes, say my fucking name like that again baby! He grits through his teeth hungrily as fucks into you.

“Chase— Fuck , you feel so good inside me, want you to fill me,” you plead. Suddenly you swear you hear someone opening the front door. “Shit, Chase, I think someone’s —-“

“Shut up!” He covers your mouth with his hand “I’m not finished with you”

You’ve never seen or heard Chase like this before — the demeaning tone, his desire so primative. You can feel yourself getting wetter by second and you know he can feel it too—each thrust slicker than his last. It’s only a few more until you can feel the pulsating warmth of him cumming inside you.

“Chase?” You both hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Shit, it’s my sister!” Chase snatches up your other leg, and quickly wraps it around his waist with the other one, and carries you into your shared bedroom. He plops you down on the bed and then discreetly closes and locks the bedroom door.

“Chase, you say in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t cum yet and we don’t have much times,” he whispers back while opening the nightstand drawer.

You know exactly what he’s getting, he’s not one to shy away from toys in the bedroom, and he knows how quick you always cum whenever he uses the hitachi wand on you.

He switches it on and the humming buzz alone already has your lower abdomen clenching in anticipation. He presses the vibrating bulbous head of the wand firmly against your clit and in mere seconds you’re cumming hard. Quickly, before your open mouth can release a sound, his hand once again covers it.

“Chase?” There’s a knock on the bedroom door.

“Just a second,” Chase responds, letting your body ride out your orgasm before switching off the hitachi and hiding it under the covers for now.

You sprint to the attached master bathroom to clean yourself up, while Chase zips up and starts re-buttoning his shirt before opening the bedroom door.

“Sorry I just got out of the shower and was finishing up getting dressed” Chase says as he fastens the last button.

“Isn’t that the same outfit you just had on before you took a shower?” His sister asks with a quirked eyebrow and accusing tone.

“No, just similar,” he lies.

“Okay then, why is your hair still dry?”

“Uhh, I blow dried it.”

“Sure, ya did lil bro” she smacks him in the back of the head. “You know Y/N’s shirt is in the middle of the living room floor right?”

“Uh…Um” A rosy hue blooms on Chase’s cheeks. He’s fresh out of excuses.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell any of our guests you abandoned them for a quickie ….grandma already took care of that.”

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 1 year ago

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 16 "I wanna be the king"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad (yet), jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, it's the last fucking chapter, so many taylor swift references, fluff, husband!frankie, smut, pregnancy (not reader), angst, courthouse wedding, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i think i will be deleting this fic from tumblr at the end of the week. so read up while you can all because of this message<3 but thank you all for reading. i loved this ride of a story, i appreciate all my supporters. here's the fucking happy ending everyone wanted, i rewrote this last chapter 3 fucking times because i just didn't want everyone to hate me anymore than already do. i had a whole other author's note for the last chapter but nevermind.

inside the world of king of your heart

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It's been 6 months since Frankie popped the question after you and him had sat down and talked out everything you both have done to each other and then talked about little Morales on the way. Frankie offered you the chance to leave but you held his scruffy face in your hands, staring into his deep brown eyes, and said "Frankie, I want you and everything that comes with it." Frankie smiles, his eyes crinkling, and starts to tear up. Your heart soars when he nuzzles his face into your palms, breathing in your sweet scent and the warmth of your soft skin.

A wedding was out of the picture when you and Frankie decided to start looking for a bigger home for your growing family. You and her buried the hatchet and will do everything in the best interest of everyone's baby. You offered to take her to the doctor's appointments because you told her that the baby is just as much yours as hers.

Spending so much time with her created a nice acquaintanceship. The only stress you had was getting ready to welcome a human into the world. There were days when it was painful to be around her since she was living out your dream. Pregnant with Frankie's baby. You thought it was a sign to never have kids, just put it in the back of your mind. Frankie would come to the appointments when his job allowed him.

"I have a feeling it's a girl," she rubs her belly and looks out the window while you drove to the appointment. You smile and nod in response. "I have the same feeling," it was nice to agree and not have any fight behind it. You all agreed for it to be a surprise to find out the sex of the baby.

When the baby shower came around your emotions got heavier, especially when it was of her family and all of Frankie's family too. You felt like the black sheep of the party, sticking out like a sore thumb, no one talking to you besides Mari and Charolette. Frankie's mother was doting on Vanessa and Frankie. You had to remind yourself to keep a smile on your face and just enjoy being around your new family. It was also like a housewarming party since you found the perfect house. But the guys weren't there and Frankie had only stayed for an hour before leaving all the ladies with each other.

He slinks out of the living room to the kitchen, finding you mixing more punch and staring into the crystal bowl with the red liquid threatening to spill over the edges.

"Mama is looking for you," Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. Your stirring comes to a halt, and your muscles tense up Frankie kisses your head and rubs your shoulders. He knows you've been on edge lately, he knew your mind was racing about what his mother wants to talk to you about. "Okay, I'll see you later, baby," You say, turning around to face him in his plaid button-up and slacks. You lay a sweet kiss on his cheek then sliding out of his arms.

The talk with his mother went a little like this, "I know you love him and he loves you but you're keeping a family apart." you sat there and nodded at everything she said. She wasn't wrong, you knew she was right, watching Frankie become a less angry person as the due date grew close and he was sweet with Vanessa. You didn't feel kicked aside at all through the months until now sitting in the mess of the aftermath of having over 30 people in your home. A glimpse into your future, with the birthday parties and holidays. Left cleaning other people's mess with Frankie god knows where.

You dismissed what his mother said, never bringing it up to Frankie. You know better than to play with fire. It was a Friday morning when you woke up next to Frankie waking up for work. The ache in your chest is suffocating as you stare at your future husband probably thinking about her and the baby instead of you and how you were right there next to him. You felt like a stranger in your own home. Frankie looks at you and smiles with his boyish grin.

"Let's get married today," Frankie rolls and hovers above you, caging you in with his arms. He looks down at you, seeing you with a shocked expression. "R-Really?" You sit in a rush, almost smacking into Frankie, he chuckles and nods, sitting up with you in the middle of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck and you smash your lips against his. You rush out of bed and pull Frankie along with you. Frankie starts the shower with you kissing his shoulder blade and hugging him. Anticipation sat in your tummy, the day has finally come and still the ache rests on your chest.

You pull out the dress you picked for this day, a short off-white dress with puffy sleeves. You didn't need to be at the courthouse until 1 pm, took the few hours you had left to write the vows. Frankie disappears to the bedroom while you sat at the white desk. The pen was slipping from your grip, and the sweat from your palms collected when you wrote the last line of your vows. Sealing the papers in the envelope, smoothing out your dress before walking out of your office

Frankie heard your heels click on the hardwood floors that you demanded when you and him were looking for houses. He quickly folds the papers in half, shoving them in the envelope. He heads down the stairs and meets you in the living room.

You were looking at your reflection in the TV, and you turned around to see Frankie wearing the white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, no tie, black slacks. His dark brown hair was effortlessly styled with a brush through his hair with his fingers. He kept his scruff and mustache, your heart swelled at the sight of him. You smile at the memory of you pestering Frankie when you first became friends, you had gifted him clothes for his birthday telling him 'It's okay to invest in nice clothes'.

You and Frankie stand in front of each other with the envelopes behind each other's backs. When you had dreamed of your wedding day you always imagined it with people buzzing around you but just being you and him in the home you bought together was perfect. No one was there.

Just you and Frankie. You have him. He's here to stay and so are you. Frankie's brown eyes rake up and down your body, he admires how the dress flairs out and stops just a bit above your mid-thigh, displaying your thighs, and the way you had your hair pinned back with a bejeweled hair clip, he takes in the fact that you had on a full face of makeup, the way the beige colors of the eyeshadow bring out the color of your eyes, and the eyeliner drawing his attention to the eyes that made him a lovesick man.

"Mrs. Morales, you look like a true princess," Frankie makes the first move, stepping towards you and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The soft giggles from you made his heart beat a little faster.

"Thank you, Mr. Morales. You look dashing," Your hand slides up the dress shirt, feeling his warmth come through the cotton.

He looks like a husband, a husband who loves you and all your craziness. You tilt your head to look up at him, slotting your lips to lock with his. One last kiss before the one that seals everything together.

You stand in the cold courtroom along with many other couples, varying in age, race, and gender. You liked how everyone was in their worlds. Frankie was trying to text the guys about the events of this morning, trying to arrange a little something for you, just a surprise. You looked at Frankie who had his back to you, wondering what was eating his attention.

Your names were called, Frankie quickly shoves his phone into his pocket. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it as you approach the judicial notary. The basic ceremonial vows were repeated by Frankie first, "I, Francisco, take you" with your name leaving his lips made you melt into a puddle, ", to be my wife. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." he choked up and pushed down the sob that was coming up.

Frankie was grateful to have you become his wife. He was emotional over the fact that you still want him after all the bad things he has done in service and not in service. You still want him even for his PTSD and addiction, you know everything and still want him as your lifelong partner made him realize that he doesn't have to live in fear or darkness anymore.

You raise your right hand and take a deep breath, "I," you cringe a bit when your legal name leaves your mouth, it was hard to say it because you don't identify with it, you are Princess ", take you, Francisco, to be my husband. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." You were zoned in how Frankie's eyes dilated when you said the word 'husband' and how the smirk on his face became smug.

The officiant said the famous words, Frankie practically sweeps you off your feet, dipping you back and your arms wrapping around his neck like this morning in bed, his lips greedily find yours, pressing them together with sweetness and dominance. The taste of your lip gloss and his wintergreen mint was left in your mouth. Frankie pulls away and puts you back on your feet. You took a second to regain your stability from the kiss and the fact you wore heels. "Let's get out of here," Frankie whispers in your ear.

When you walk out of the courthouse and stop at the top of the stairs outside. This is it, you are married to him. It's done. You're a wife now. Frankie's wife. He is yours forever. You both look at each other and take a deep breath at the same time. The day has been nothing but perfect, waking up next to him, the first words to come out were 'let's get married today', sharing a hot shower with you giving him a blowjob then him fucking you with so much lust in his thrusts, you both taking time out of the day to write your vows to each other to be read later, now here you are married to him.

"I love you," Frankie and you say at the same time. The sun right above the two of you, Frankie cradles your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back so he can see how angelic you look as his wife, so soft and submissive, not angry anymore. His beautiful princess is finally his for life. "I bought you something, it's at home and there's another surprise waiting for you," Frankie says, scooping you bridal style and going down the stairs with you in his muscular arms.

"My husband already bought me something, how sweet, and has a surprise for his wife. So doting." You tease, running your fingers through his hair while he carries you to the truck. He opens the door and gently sets you in your seat. You turn your torso to grab his Standard Heating Oil hat and smoosh down his curls, "There. Now you look normal," You caress his beard and kiss his pouty lips. He smiles and winks at you before buckling you in.

The drive home was you trying to pull Frankie's surprise out of him. You were antsy and just wanted to get home and rip his clothes off. When you pull into the driveway, you see candles along the sidewalk leading to the gate of the backyard.

You chuckle and walk with Frankie to the backyard to find everyone at a round table with candle sticks in the center of the table. Everyone you love so much, Will and Charolette, Pope and that chick he met at Will's wedding, Benny and Mari, and then Vanessa. She was there with a smile and her pregnant belly carrying your baby. Frankie nodded at her and then ushered you to your seat, your plate next to on your left Benny and Frankie on your right.

Once you were all seated, exchanged congratulations Benny stood and held his glass of champagne.

"This day has been a long time coming since the night Princess almost punched me in the face," soft laughs broke out around the table, you nudged his hip with your elbow,

"She met her person and Catfish met his. I think we can agree that when they were together that it was hard to watch, Fish c'mon you should've kissed her the second you met her," Frankie rolls his eyes and brings your chair closer to his,

"What I'm trying to say is that we all love you guys and that it's about damn time you tied the knot, To...friendship," Benny sniffles back his tears and raise his glass, 'To friendship' everyone murmurs. You drink the gold bubbly and set the empty glass on the table.

It was beautiful to see your friends celebrate you and Frankie. You felt the closeness you've always yearned for. No one judges the other person, everyone just knows and minds their business. Your eyes flickered to Vanessa talking to Pope's girl, they were talking about kids.

Pope was half listening when he looked over at you watching Vanessa. He couldn't make out the aching look on your face. You thought about how everything was so juvenile just months ago and now you both have made the effort to forget the past. You admired how she came here to celebrate you and him. She was enjoying herself and it was comforting that you have grown up.

The night was coming to an end when you started to fall asleep while dancing with Frankie. Everyone said goodnight and one more congrats your way. Closing the door and turning to see Frankie already unbuttoning his shirt and shoes off with the bottle of champagne in his hand. You bite your lips drinking in the unholy image in front of you. He's delicious and wants you.

"Now I was promised a gift from my husband," You stalk Frankie, your hands roaming his waist and going up his chest and shoulders. Frankie looks down at you through his lashes and smiles with a nod. "Go sit on the bed, change into the set that was a gift from the girls, and I'll bring out your gift." He commands, your breath hitches in your throat, and his low voice is almost a growl.

You scurried up the stairs. You walked into the bedroom with the white box wrapped with a black bow across it. Your fingers rubbed the soft silk ribbon against your skin. You take off the top of the box to expose the black satin nightie that was sheer lace at the cups of the breasts, and black lace thong to wear under. Expensive lace, not itchy, woven delicately. You loved how satin was cool along your body, you love how it's hugging your hips and stopping just at where Frankie will be worshipping you.

The door opens, Frankie with a velvet box in his hand and the unopened bottle of champagne. You sit on your knees at the end of the bed, Frankie stands in front of you after he sets the bottle down on the bedside table. "I know you, Princess. I want you to wear this pride, not because I want to own you but because I love you for you and you love me" Frankie is staring into your soul, you know what he is saying. He opens the box to the necklace, with the dainty 'F' initial pendant pulled taut and will rest where your collarbones meet.

"I trust you," you stated, with no hesitation. He whispers 'Turn around', you face your back to him, and he gathers your hair to push out the way. His lips gently pressed to your skin, taking in your sweet scent and how your peach fuzz felt against his scruff. He clasps the necklace together and lays a kiss on your pulse point. Your skin heated down your body, the intimacy was healing your angry heart. You feel up your body to feel out the necklace and remember the 'F' between your fingers. "Thank you for this, I want this," you reassured Frankie, knowing he was doubting himself up to this moment.

Frankie pressed you down against the mattress, muscle memory took over as you arched your back and raised your hips. His calloused hands, slide up your thighs, taking handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks, giving him a peek at your pink pussy in contrast to the black lace decorating your cunt. Glistening with your slick you've been producing all day.

Frankie groans when strings of your arousal connect the slutty thong,

"Fuck baby, have you been this wet all day?" Frankie brings his face to your cunt. His tongue licks up your slit, tasting slight orange from the mimosa you've been sipping all morning and how your tang mixed heavenly with it. Your musk mixing with the perfume you spray on your thighs was intoxicating to Frankie.

"Yes," you hiss out when he spreads you out more, just looking at how your hole flutters around nothing, aching to be filled. His fingers slide up and down your slit collecting your juices. You shudder at his teeth grazing against your skin, his tongue licking around the bite.

"How should I make my wife cum? By my fingers, or should I eat your yummy cunt? Maybe just stuff you full with my cock and fuck you into the bed?" Frankie pushes his middle finger into your pussy, you whimpered feeling his finger fuck in and out of you slowly.

"'M, fuck you with my fingers then my cock," Frankie mumbles into the fat of your thigh, focused on how your pussy was swallowing his fingers, he curls them hitting your g-spot, and your body lurches forward a bit from the instant pleasure you were wavering in.

"Fuck! Frankie, baby right there!" You hummed out, fucking yourself back on his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit, a gush of slick ran down his hand, and Frankie licks up the slick. Your walls clenching rapidly around his digits.

Your thigh trembled uncontrollably, as your juices sprayed onto your thighs, the sheets, and his arms.

"Baby you feel so good," you slurred out, high off of the white-hot pleasure running through your body head to toe. Frankie kisses your ass once more before slowly retracting his fingers from your core. You hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of clothes hitting the ground, Frankie climbs on the bed and taps your hip to flip over.

"I want to see your beautiful face when you take your husband's cock for the first time," Frankie's words were about to make you cum without him touching you. He pushes your thighs to your chest, and in one swift motion, he thrust his thick aching cock into your dripping core. You looked him right in the eyes, your mouth opened moaning from how full you feel when he's inside of you, and the pressure from being in the mating press.

Frankie rests your calves on his shoulders as he sets a fast pace, the tip of his length hitting your cervix, and his mouth kisses around your ankle, his tongue all over your legs. His deep groans turning into growls with each thrust.

His eyes gaze down at the necklace and his initial resting on your throat. "You're mine forever," Frankie leans down and sucks the thin skin on your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Your hands pull on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, his mouth opens inviting you in, the taste of champagne and your tang in his spit made you crave more of Frankie.

It was messy and hungry. Your salvia on his tongue, he spits into your mouth when you moan out when he lets go of your legs, letting fall open naturally, his pace slows down. He rests on his elbows next to your head, holding you in place, gazing at how fucked out you looked with his saliva coating your lips, your makeup running down your face, the lingerie wrinkled and covered in sex.

"I love you, princess," he whines, feeling his cock pump his seed into your womb, your legs locking him in place. "I love you, fish" you cried out when your orgasm floods you, consuming you when you could feel Frankie's warm cum mixed with yours, trickling out of your cunt that could handle so much.

Panting fills the silence and you pull Frankie to your chest, letting him rest, skin to skin. You want to rip out your chest and let him live inside of you forever. Your soft hands rub up and down his back, your nails lightly scratching his skin. Frankie could feel the chemistry of your hormones bring him closer to your soul. He loves it. You smell heavenly and look like a smoke show. His wife. His best friend.

You both relax, heartbeats slowing down enough for you to get under the covers, not worrying about the mess of your love on the sheets and between your thighs until tomorrow. Frankie pops open the champagne and lets you have the first sip. Life is good for once. You have him. He's yours.

The vows:

'My dearest friend, Francisco Morales. You have been my whole world since the night we met. We clicked right away, everyone assuming we were dating. Our friends pulling me away from you at the first party we went as friends, they asked if we were dating. I said no and then I was told we should date. I thought they were crazy. Years later I am writing these vows to be married to you. Before you, I was perfectly fine with being on my own, and you broke down all my walls. You made me better. You have been the person I've been waiting for. The king of my heart. Frankie, I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you worship me and my love for you. I know the road to this day was not easy, but you made it with me by your side. We've been to hell and back with each other, you have proved time after time that you will love me for me. You're a mansion with a view, I need you to know that you are wonderful in and out. I love you with my entire heart. Our love has been delicate but now it's long-lasting. I am ready for the next chapter in our lives. I am ready for our little baby on the way and the many more we will have together. I swear on my life to love you under any condition, any time, any where. I swear to be loyal and surrender all my fears to you. I swear to be your one and only until our last breaths. Thank you for loving me when I was so hard to love. No one was ever or will ever be worthy of my love, passion, or my heart. Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.'

'My best friend,' your full name etched into the white paper, 'the title that you only hold. You stole my heart and never gave it back. It always been yours to keep. When you first walked into my life, I knew that I would fall hard. Your smile grabbed my attention. I love how you love me and our friends. I never wanted to be with another person so badly until you, Princess. When you chose me as a best friend I was thought I could die a happy man. I will always be yours. Everything is about you and I wouldn't want change it for the world. You're magnetic, I am drawn to you. You are my enchantress and I am perfectly fine to be under your spell for the rest of our lives. My sweet baby, I love you more than anything on this earth. I was never excited about life until I met you. Princess, everything that has happened has made me want to be the very best man for you. I want to be the king. I will be. I am the king, with you as my church, religion and everything I believe in. I swear to put you first, I swear to make things right, I swear to cherish our time together. I swear to love you and worship you every day. 'Til death do us part.'

hi guys thank you for reading. let me know if you want an epilogue. thank you again

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mountainsandmayhem · 1 year ago

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Blueprints of Love 1.4

(Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: Whitney is an architect for a luxury home builder in downtown Austin. She probably shouldn’t have favourite subcontractors but Tommy from Millers Contracting would be at the top. When Tommy has to take some time off to welcome a new baby, Whit has to work with his older brother Joel, but maybe it’s not as bad as it first seems?

a/n: slooooooow burn. Check each chapter for warnings. No outbreak. Joel is 32 and Sarah is 7. Present day, not 2003. And when you get to the bedroom door lean, this gif is EXACTLY what I mean 🥵

Warnings: ⛔️ 18+ only ⛔️, kissing, talk of divorce and abandonment, slight dirty talk, flirting, touching

It’s a pool party, so a swimsuit under Jean shorts and a tank top should be appropriate.

But Joel would be there and….

The black bikini has too much side boob, the yellow bikini shows too much ass.

Finally settling on a pink tie up bikini,that covers everything appropriately, just as Anna arrives. An open bar was mentioned twice in their invite from Tommy, so they decide to Uber together. Their car parks outside of what they assume to be Tommy and Maria’s house and they both comment on how nice it is; an updated split level in an older neighbourhood, big beautiful trees lining the streets. They go in the gate to the backyard, as per the sign on the front door.

“Well,” Anna whispers. “We know no body.”

Tommy waves from across the backyard and jogs over. He grabs the gifts from both their arms, “thank you so much for coming! You didn’t need to bring gifts. I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

If one thing was true, it was that the Miller genes were STRONG. They met male cousins who were all equally as handsome as Tommy and Joel, and the female cousins were intimately gorgeous. Whit tried to focus on the introductions but she couldn’t help looking for Joel; and when she found him a small “fuck me” escapes her throat.

He’s sitting spread eagle on a pool lounger with 3 little girls around him, holding the guest of honour, Daisy. One of the girls stands beside him with her arm around his neck while the other two are on the lounger, all looking down at the baby. This was a whole different Joel. Soft and supple. He smiles and talks with the girls before he kisses the one standing beside him on the head. Whit looks back to group as they go flying past Whit and into the house.

“Last one in is a rotten egg.” One says.

“No fair, Sarah! You got a head start!” The other two cry out in protest.

Joel never takes his eyes off the baby, bouncing her gently.

- -

“Stop looking at him.” Anna whispers as you both head back over the self service bar. It’s been well over an hour of the two of you talking with the Miller family. Joel hasn’t put Daisy down as watches the girls jump around in the pool.

“I swear my uterus is trying to find a way to evict my IUD, Anna.” Whit says, making her Gin and Tonic a double. “I don’t see any water at this bar….and this gin is going to make me do something drastic.”

Anna had hit it off with Austin, an incredibly charming cousin that Tommy knew Anna would like. “Come sit by the pool with me and Austin from Austin.” She laughs, “Maybe he’ll take his eye off Daisy once he sees you in that bikini.”

Even thought she knew this was a pool party, her whole body shivers at the thought of Joel seeing her almost naked, “I’m going to go to the bathroom and find a way to fill my water bottle first. Take my drink?” Anna bounces off to sit with Austin by the pool as Whit heads for the back door of the house.

Once she’s in the house she spots the half bath on the landing, she also notices 2 small sets of stairs; one that goes up to the kitchen and another that leads to the basement. Whit locks the bathroom door and makes sure everything is tucked in properly, last thing she needs is a nip slip at a baby shower. After washing her hands she looks up the few stairs from the back landing that leads into the kitchen.

“Tommy?” Whit calls as she slowly heads up the stairs.

Great…no answer. Tommy won’t mind if I just get water.

Just as she steps into the kitchen, Joel comes out from the hall in just swim trunks.

“What are you doing?” He demands, his abs flexing with every word.

“S-shit. I was just going to fill my water bottle. I didn’t think Tommy would mind.” She’s holding the water bottle up while wiggling it from side to side like it’ll make this situation less awkward. Her eyes shoot to the ceiling to avoid ogling his body.

He grabs it out of her hand and stalks to the fridge. That’s when she notices the pictures of the little girl that had her arm around Joel all over the fridge.

Holy fuck, this is Joel’s house and I think that’s his daughter.

“S-sorry,” Whit stammers. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I assumed this was Tommy’s house and him and I have a different -“ she knows she’s about to start rambling but she can’t seem to stop.

Luckily, Joel cuts her off with an “s’fine” as he thrusts the water bottle back in her hand, their fingers briefly touch and Joel’s brain screams at his stubborn and guarded heart.

Just let your damn walls down with her, what the fuck.

They stare at each other for a moment before Joel softens his features. “Really, it’s fine. You startled me.”

They smiled at each other before he continues. “Thank you for coming. I’m sure it means a lot of Tommy and Maria. However, I have 3 little 7 year olds who I promised I would rocket launch before they leave.”

Before she’s even fully outside she’s pushed back in by Nat; if there is a female version of Joel, it’s his cousin Nat. She was tall and muscular, in a sporty and feminine way, she had long curly black hair, sun kissed skin and those signature Miller eyes; deep chocolate brown. To add insult to injury, she might be nicest person Whit has ever met. During their conversation earlier she was kind and insightful. Asking her all sorts of questions and sincerely listening to her answers.

“Whitney. Can I talk to you for a second?” She whispered.

“Sure.” Whitney realized her response came across as a question so she quickly followed it up with an “of course.” Nat stood on front of her, oozing an almost intimidating level of confidence.

“About Joel…” she starts.

“Oh god. He hates me, doesn’t he?”

“If he hated you; you wouldn’t be here.” She says flatly.

Whit raises an eyebrow in response.

“I was born 4 days after Joel. We have always been best friends. The last few years Joel has been very black and white. You’re either in or out. No in between, and almost everyone gets the latter of the two.”

Whitney nods, unsure where this is going but could do a little dance knowing Joel doesn’t hate her.

“Between me and you, he seems to have an in between with you, and I think that scares him. I’ve caught him staring at you a lot today, but when I asked him about you...” Nat bunches her eyebrows together and crosses her arms to do her best grumpy Joel impression, “drop it Natalie.”

Whit can feel herself blushing as she laughs a little at the almost spot on job Nat does of her cousin.

“Look,” she’s speaking just above a whisper at this point. “All I’m saying is to be patient with him. He never lets people in anymore, but when he does - he’s the most loyal and trustworthy person to have in your corner.”

Nat heads back out to the party with a wink, leaving Whitney all sorts of confused.

Joel might have kid, he apparently keeps looking at me, and I should be patient.

Her feet take her to Anna, plopping down on the same lounger as her and pulling her in. “So this is Joel’s house, not Tommy’s. And I’m pretty sure the little girl in the purple swimsuit is his daughter.”

Anna goes to respond before she’s cut off. “But that’s not it. Nat just told me that Joel has ‘in between’ with me.”

“I’m gonna need an explanation.” Anna says.

A splash of water hits both of them, interrupting their gossip session. Austin is perched on the edge of the pool looking at them while Joel tosses the girls around like they’re made of paper. Granted they’re 7, but he never seemed to tire as those girls keep coming back for more.

“What?” Anna giggles, batting her lashes.

“Those girls just got a 5 minute warning from Nat. You two are next.”

“You can’t catch us both.” Whitney taunts.

“Watch me.” He flicks more water at the 2 of them.

Whitney doesn’t make it a habit to brag about her accomplishments, but she’s not about to let this man she just met think he has an advantage over her. “I’ll be watching you fail. I went to university IN ENGLAD on a partial rugby scholarship. There’s no way you’re taking me down, little man.”

Joel turns his head slightly to make sure he’s hearing this correctly.

Whitney? Playing rugby?

“Alright,” Austin counters. “I’ll get Joel to take you then.”

Joel and Whit lock eyes, neither of them will let their guards down to do anything, but god they wished they could be that close to one another. Heat spreads through Joel’s body as he pictures wrapping hands around the soft skin of her waist, laughing with her as she would try, and most likely fail to fight him off. Meanwhile, goosebumps erupt over Whitney’s skin as she imagines how the cords of his muscles that line his body would feel under her as she wrapped her strong legs around his waist, refusing to let go as he attempts to throw her in.

Luckily, they’re both saved by Maria and Daisy. Whitney eats up the baby cuddles as Maria apologizes for the rowdy Miller clan. As the baby changes arms to Anna, Whit finds herself searching for Joel again. She finds him down on one knee, wrapping that same little girl in a towel before dramatically throwing her over his shoulder and taking her into the house. Her little feet kicking as they laugh together.

“Earth to Whitney?!” Tommy says robotically, waving her hands around.

“Huh? W-what?”

When did Tommy walk over? How much of this conversation did I miss.

Her cheeks flush as Tommy looks at her with one eyebrow raised up. Another one bites the dust, he thinks to himself.

“Burger or hot dog, for the 4th time!” He laughs.

“Tommy you know communal food freaks me out!” She says, trying to sound incredibly spoiled.

“I’m sure Joel will let you sneak into his kitchen before anyone else touches the food. I’m making both of you burgers.”

Those 3 little girls come running out of the house, yelling good bye to everyone as they head towards Maria.

“Bye, auntie Maria!”, a big bear hug between her and these 3 little ones breaks out.

The 3 girls hug Whit next even though they have no idea who she is. If one thing is clear, it’s that the Millers might be loud, but no one loves bigger or harder.

Nat jogs over while Whitney collects her hugs, “lord help me for agreeing to take all 3 of these girls for the night! Joel was just giving them handfuls of gummy frogs.”

Soft Joel is killing me today.

Nat and her husband corral the girls like bouncy balls as they leave for the night and Tommy waves Whit over, signalling it’s time for her secret sneak into the house.

Joel is standing in his kitchen, and much to Whitney’s dismay, he’s put a linen button down shirt. He still has his swim trunks on and his wet curls slicked back.

“Heard you have a thing about communal food.” A small smirk appears on his face.

“I just had some bad experiences in college with shared food, so I avoid it.” She laughs.

“Mhmm, well, help yourself princess.” He says when a little bow.

“Hey,” she laughs, “if everyone could just be like me….”

“Lord help us all.” He lets out a laugh, the same sing-song laugh he had back in her office with Anna.

“Mr Miller, did you just make a joke?”

“S’Joel, sweetheart,” he says, handing her a paper plate.

Princess. Sweetheart. God dammit.

Whit feels herself blushing and immediately busies herself with the task at hand. Joel saunters around to her side of the island, opens the fridge and cracks his beer. He leans on the counter across from her sweeping his eyes down her body.

Her hair is up in a loose bun with a few strawberry blonde curls dangling around her neck, where he notices a small tattoo along her hairline.

What I wouldn’t give to kiss that little triangle tattoo.

His eyes sweep down her see through white tank top, the ties of her pink bikini peeking out. Her Jean shorts cover her round cheeks, and Joel has to stop himself from thinking about how small the bikini bottoms must be to not be poking out. He continues to sweep down her strong thighs and toned calf’s.

Fuck she has great legs.

Whitney is looks over her shoulder at him just as his eyes sweep to her toes, painted the same colour as her bikini.

“You ok over there?” She asks, shifting her weight to one foot, popping her hip out towards Joel. She’s not dumb, she knows he was checking her out. His eyes dart up to meet hers.

Don’t look down.

“No. I’m hungry and someone s’taking her time.”

“Who?!” She says in sarcastic shock.

“Miss Whitney,” he says in a mocking tone, “did you just make a joke?”

“You can’t just steal my bit, Mr Miller.”

“I didn’t, I don’t know your last name.”

She looks back down at her plate. “It’s Willis, unless you’re my college degree.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“No time,” she turns to face him. “Someone is apparently starving.”

Joel takes one step to be face to face with her, their front almost touching. He brushes past her right side, reaching behind her for the salad bowl.

“Miss Willis…” he whispers into her ear before shifting to brush past her left side to grab the potato salad. “I always have time for you.”

He straightens out again, sends Whit a devastating wink and heads outside.

Holy. Shit. It just got really hot in here. Thank god I’m leaning on this counter top or I would have fallen over.

- -

After they eat, the early evening sun prompts Whit to remove her tank top and unbutton her shorts, folding them open the waistband, as she lays beside the pool talking with Anna and Austin.

Her exposed skin catches Joel’s attention. “Double gin and tonic,” Maria says quietly to Joel. “Don’t be a dick. Go talk to her. I’ll deal with Tommy telling you she’s off limits.”

“I ain’t gonna do that, Maria.” Joel says as he heads inside to clean up.

As the sun begins to set, the Miller clan invite the girls to stay.

“Stay and play cards. Later we’re having a fire.” Tommy says, “I’m sick of always beating the same people!”

Whit already knows that Anna and Austin have other plans, probably of the naked variety, and the scarcity of Joel has her feeling like she’s about to overstay her welcome, so she heads out front and calls an Uber.

“Whitney?” Joel calls from the front door.

“Hey, sorry, I couldn’t find you to say goodbye.” Whit rubs her arms in the chilled night air. “Thank you for having me.”

Joel will never have this chance again and he’s kicking himself for not gluing himself to her the second Sarah left. He can see that she’s freezing as he steps towards her.

“I - umm,” he plunges his hands into his front pockets.

Is Joel Miller nervous?

“I w-was hoping you’d stay?” His cheeks flush a little, he’s definitely nervous.

“Anna left, it feels like a family thing now.” Whit is freezing, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. “And I didn’t bring a jacket or anything.”

“I have sweaters,” he says softly. “Please stay?”

If she leaves I’m never going to recover from embarrassment.

Fuck, he looks so good right now with his big soft eyes. And what I wouldn’t give to be wrapped in one of his sweaters.

A small “ok” comes out of Whits mouth as she holds up her phone, displaying the cancelled Uber ride.

“Come on, you’re freezing.” Joel places his hand on the middle of her back and leads her through the front door.

- -

“Here.” Joel holds open a green button up flannel. As she stands in the doorway of his bedroom.

He clears his throat as she spins and slips her arms into the ridiculously oversized shirt. “So, gonna finish that story about your last names?”

Joel is right behind her, pulling the flannel up her body. The smell of cedar and leather hits Whits nose as turns her head slightly looking him over her shoulder. “Short story, I was married and now I’m not.”

“No chance.” He laughs. “I want the real story.”

Whit spins around and leans her hip on the door frame. “I’ll give you the condensed long story if you promise to answer a question for me.”

Joel puts his hand on the doorframe by her head and leans in. Whit looks up at him with eager eyes, trying not to look at his plush bottom lip. “What’s the question, Willis?”

Her cheeks flush but doesn’t break eye contact. “Nope. Blind trust, Miller.”

He rolls his eyes and pokes his tongue inside his cheek to fight a smile. Whitney’s stomach muscles clench at how handsome he looks when he pretends to be irritated.

“Yes or no?” She whispered, reaching up to fix the collar on his linen shirt. This time she can’t help but look at mouth, wetting her lips a little before looking back at those gorgeous eyes.

Fear of letting anyone in gets the best of him. “No.” He replies, “let’s go outside.”

“Ok.” She spins on her tippy toes and heads down the hallway. Joel follows, noticing how his flannel is so long that it looks like she’s wearing nothing underneath.

He groans as they reach the kitchen. “Ok, yes. Fine.” When she spins to face him she has a big beautiful smile on her face and Joel comes to the crushing realization that he’ll do anything to see her smile like that forever. “You win.”

She hops up to sit on the counter, wrapping the flannel around herself and bites her bottom lip to try to stop her grin.

“If I win, Miller…” she says mischievously, “that means you lose. You know that right?”

Joel pinches the bridge of his nose, popping out one knee and placing his other hand on his hip. “You’ll be the death of me, Whitney Willis.” When he makes eye contact with her again she’s straight faced and pulling her hands into the long sleeves of his shirt.

I’m really going to bare my soul here. Shit.

“Ok…” she takes a big breath. “We were young, fresh out of high school, and we were in love.” Her eyes jolt away from Joel’s, focusing on her knees, “I was moving to England for university while he stayed here, so like all logical 18 year olds, we got married.”

Joel took a big step towards Whit, standing close enough that she could feel his heat radiating on her bare legs. “We made it work despite the ocean separating us. He came to me when he could, I couldn’t come to him because of rugby. But I was incredibly happy, everyone around us was supportive. I was going to have the perfect life.”

Whit felt like she had razor blades in her throat. Joel wants to reach out and touch her. Just a gentle rub on her arm so she knows it’s ok.

I’m here for you.

Her eyes flick up to Joel’s, who is looking at her softly, before darting back to her knees. “After graduation I landed an internship in New York, it would have lead me to my dream firm…And he was going to Columbia for med school. Last minute he changed to Baylor and I changed all my plans. I found this job and it started right away, so I flew straight here from England and started laying down roots to really build our lives together.”

Whit looked so sad and it was eating Joel up. She hadn’t looked up from her knees so he stepped right up to her, his hips pressing into her knees. She finally looked up, opening her legs slightly and grabbing the hem of his shirt with one hand.

Puppy eyes. Warm, chocolate brown puppy eyes.

“First day at this job he called me to ask for a divorce and said he wasn’t coming to Texas.”

“Whit,” Joel says softly as he places a hand on her soft thigh. “I’ll kill him. Just give me his name.”

Whit can’t help but breakout into laughter, resting her hand on top of his. “It’s really ok. It lead me here.” She stammers, “I m-mean, like, in Texas. At this job.”

Joel stares at her for a few seconds until she smiles at him. “Ok,” he says. “My turn I guess - what’s your question, Whitney?”

Whitney clears her throat. She’s not sure why she’s nervous about this. She just told a man she barely knows that she was ditched by her husband.

“Was one of those girls today your daughter?”

Joel clenches his back molars together, causing a vein in his neck popping out. The hand on Whits thigh moves as he crosses his arms in front of him.

Those goddamn biceps again.

She can’t help it, like a moth to a flame she reaches up to grab his arm, her other hand still holding the hem of his shirt. “Joel, you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t cross lines of work and personal, Whitney. I know Tommy tells you about his life, but I’m not like that. I like to keep things separate, mostly for her.”

“So she is your daughter?” Whitney opens her legs a bit more, hoping he’ll inch closer.

“Yes.” He breathes.

“Short story?” She says, dropping her hand from his arm to his side, pulling him in more.

“She’s 7. Her name is Sarah. I am the only parent she has.”

Whit’s mind is turning. She has so many questions, but isn’t going to push Joel. Nat said to be patient, so that’s exactly what she’s going to do. She pulls Joel in all so he flush with the counter, whispering a “thank you” as she slides herself into him.

His large hands come to her waist. “What for?”

Their bodies move closer. “For trusting me with that.” She says.

They’re so close now. If each of them just reached a little bit their noses would graze.

“Stop looking at me like that, Whitney.” He whispers into her lips.

“Looking at you like what?” She replies breathlessly, licking her lips.

His eyes flick down, watching her plush bottom lip dampen with her tongue. “Like you want me to kiss you.”

She smiles a little, reaching her nose towards his. “Would that be so bad?” She says through a shaky exhale.

Joel and Whitney’s lips collide. The kiss starts off hard, like they’re tattooing themselves onto the other. Joel’s hands rub down her body, coaxing her legs to wrap around his waist. Whit parts her lips slightly as a small moan escapes her, that sound is enough encouragement for Joel to push his hips into her harder, slipping his tongue along her bottom lip, nudging her to open her mouth more.

Slowly, they both melt into the kiss, Joel flicks his tongue against hers. She moans again as she tangles her hands into the back of his hair. “Fuck, I love that sound.” He says quickly before sliding his hands under the lower back of her tank top. Her legs lock tighter around him. Both of them have imagined this moment countless times.

Joel’s lips move to her jawline, making a line of wet kisses towards her throat. Whitney moans a quiet “don’t stop” as her fingernails gently scratch at the back of his head.

“JOEL!!!” Tommy yells from the back door. Both of them freeze, not ready to let go. “WE ARE PLAY BULLSHIT, LETS GO!!”

“Fuck me.” Joel groans, bringing his forehead against Whits.

“Better deal in 2!” Whit yells back, winking at Joel.

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ooc note: instead of doing large, group-wide events regularly, theopulent will focus on smaller activities monthly that will both dictate the passage of time, and help inspire threads && plots between members && characters. please be aware that you may participate (or not!) in these events at any time, as they will remain active until the group moves into june. we will release another list of monthly events when the time comes that will signify the passage of time. A couple of notes:

Current Timing: All threads must take place from one week after the welcome breakfast and up to the end of May. This is three weeks total. Please do not set threads forward into June. Event Ideas: If you have any character-led events, activities, or ideas - please reach out so we can have them added onto the following month's agenda. These can include betrothal banquets, birthday parties, baby showers, festivals, and anything else you dream up! Participation: Your muses can participate in as much or as little of the events as you like. This is meant to aid in creativity and inspire plots! If you have any questions or concerns, let us know.

THINGS TO DO AROUND FASIL GHEBBI - THE MONTH OF MAY (IN ORDER OF EVENTS)

Betrothal Celebration for the Emperor of China: On the heels of signing their betrothal contract, the Emperor Angelo of China and Sultana Arshiya of Persia host a celebration organized by the Princess Giuliana. Hosted in the grand hall, the soiree boasts cuisine from the couple's homelands. However, it is not a night to celebrate romance. Rather, a way to put the world on notice of this dangerous union. Unsurprisingly, Japan is snubbed from attending. But more surprisingly, the royals of Persia are purposefully invited as honorable guests. One has to wonder, is this a celebration or a declaration of an upcoming war...

National Norway Day Celebration: may 17th marks Norway's day of pride, and though they may be far from home, there is no reason to cease celebration. hosted in dawit's hall, the norway royals have come together to hold a semi-informal dance, in hopes of garnering new allies && monitoring their foes. at midnight, staff light 1000 candles for the guests at the dance to symbolize norway's midnight sun, which stops setting in may. if you make a wish before blowing out a candle, they say it just might come true...

The Masked Marketplace Festival: one of the most beloved events in Ethiopia, it is a week in the middle of May where all are seen as equals and no one is recognizable. royals, nobles, and commoners alike come together to sell skills, artistry, weaponry, livestock, fashion, and more - all under the guise of elaborate wooden, painted masks. you never know who you are buying from, nor who may purchase what you offer, but it has never failed to bring the nation together in the past. the streets of Adababy are filled with tables && vendors, fortune-tellers and artists, performers and scammers alike.

The 5-Year Butterfly Migration: every 5 years towards the end of May, butterflies in masses arrive to Ethiopia through the Simien Mountain paths, creating a stunning and spectacular view. Many rare butterflies can be seen during this 2-3 day period where they travel through the mountains, and it has become an anticipated spectacle among Ethiopians. Lovers are known to take romantic picnics or luncheons along the migration trail, or even camp out on the mountain to watch the butterflies wake up in a sea of color and flight.

Spring's End Evening Concert: starring musical talents from Brazil && Madagascar, Ethiopia partnered with potential new friends to put on a night of beautiful music, intricate dancing, and delicious food. the set up will take up most of the space in the main gardens and festivities && singing will extend long into the night, ending only at dawn the next day.

#theopulent.event #month of may

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micaluvssoccer · 2 years ago

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True love Ingrid Engen story

Chapter one

I got on the plane with my twin daughters Eva and Esi. During the plane journey my twin daughters Eva and Esi fell asleep on me and I held onto them playing with their hair on top of their head. So I spend the rest of the plane journey eating and watching a film while my two baby girls sleep soundly. I arrive at Barcelona and I get the twins and we get off the plane, then I see Alexia and Alba waiting for me and I use the stroller to take them over to them.

I, the twins,Alba and Alexia, go to Alexia’s apartment to get myself settled into the apartment. I put the twins down for another nap and I talked to Alba and Alexia. Alexia suggests she orders some food so while alexia orders the food you and alba talk more. During this time Alba asks if I have any crushes on anyone, I blush and say that I have a massive crush on Ingrid Engen. Alexia overhears it and she smirks and says I can’t wait for you two to meet. I say that I can't wait to meet her either or to get to know my new teammates.

Alexia suggests that you should meet them all tomorrow when you signed for Barcelona Alba nods agreeing with her sister "yes they will love you" said Alba

"We can go out for a meal to celebrate that you've signed with us" said Alexia. You carry on chatting for a while then you all decide to go to sleep ready for tomorrow to meet your new teammates.

The next morning I wake up to see Alexia and Alba already up. They made me breakfast and I thanked them and sat down next to Alexia and started eating the food while also feeding my twin girls as well. After I finished my food I quickly took a shower then I got ready and I saw that Alba and alexia got their nieces dressed for me. I, Alba,the twins and Alexia go to the car and Alexia drives everyone to the stadium so that I can sign with Barcelona today. We arrive at the stadium and I sign for Barcelona Alba and Alexia and the twins watch on as I sign everything and take the pictures. When all that is finished Alexia says the team is here and they are waiting to finally meet you.

We all go down to the pitch where the girls are waiting for you. The girls say hello and welcome you to the club by giving me and my daughters hugs. Ingrid looks at me and my kids. Ingrid walks over to you and introduces herself. I introduce myself and my twin daughters and I see her doing silly faces to my daughters and they hold onto her cheeks and I giggle at her cuteness. Ingrid then looks me up and down then licks her lips.

Ingrid says she thinks you are absolutely beautiful and I blush and say thank you.we all head to the restaurant to celebrate your signing to Barcelona and my two sisters make ingrid sit next to me and she puts her hand on my thigh. The waiter comes over to get your drinks order when I tell the waiter,the waiter leaves to go and grabs your drinks. The waiter comes over not long after and brings the drinks to you before asking what everyone's food order is the waiter gets the food order and leaves during this time you and your new teammates get to know each other. While I’m talking to Claudia and parti, I feel ingrid squeezing my thigh. I look at her and blush hard.

The waiter comes back with the food and puts everyone's order down before asking if anybody wants anything else since nobody answered the waiter leaves everyone starts eating there food while talking and joking around.When your all still eating ingrid moves her hand further up my thigh I look at her to see what she is doing and I see ingrid's hand moving up your thigh. After we all have finished eating, Alexia suggests a movie night everyone agrees and heads to Alexia's apartment to have a movie night.

ingrid walks with me and she slaps my ass slightly as she walks beside me. I moan softly looking at her eyes. At the apartment everyone sits down and I put my kids to bed and then I head to the loveseat in the corner and Ingrid grabs a blanket and comes and sits next to me and puts the blanket around the both of us. Ingrid touches my thigh again and rubs it gently and goes further up your thigh to where my panties are and whispers in my ear "so wet for me already babygirl"

I moan softly and nod my head to her. Ingrid gets her fingers and slowly puts them in my pussy while this is happening I moan quietly. Ingrid keeps thrusting her fingers in and out your pussy and I put my head down onto her neck moaning softly.

Ingrid thrusts her fingers faster and faster as I sit there moaning quietly not wanting your new teammates to hear you moan.A little while later the movie has just ended and everyone started to leave just as ingrid got up and started to leave I grab her arm gently and ask if she wants to stay the night she of course says yes so you then lead ingrid to your room when you arrive in your bedroom, I shut the door and Ingrid pins you against the door and you start making out before making your way to your bed ingrid takes your clothes off before taking her own off then gets on top of you.

She straddles me and gets in the scissors position with our pussys rubbing against each other’s. She puts her hands on my hips gripping them and moans. She then says “fuck you're so thick and beautiful I love it so much” I moan loudly and grind up into her. I then say “it’s all yours baby girl fuck you feel so good against me.” After five rounds, we fall asleep cuddling together and I put my head on her chest and she strokes my curls while sleeping soundly.

#woso imagine #alexia putellas/ reader #Ingrid Engen/reader

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