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starsinthesky5 · 9 days ago

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trick or treat* || joe burrow x reader

description: he was always Mr. Anti Halloween, but for you? for you, he'd do anything. even if that meant overcoming his childhood hatred for the holiday :)

a/n: a little post halloween fic for you all! sorry this took me so long :) it wasn't planned at all so I hope it's good and not all over the place!!

thank you @joeyb1989 for some inspo ;)

warnings:, language, smut, fluff

word count: 11.7 k

tag list (comment to be added!): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeys-babe @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid

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"Baby, pleaseeeee," Joe whined as he hid his face in your neck, pulling the hood of his onesie even lower to hide his face simultaneously. "Please don't make me go out there," he murmured, his words soft and pleading while his warm breath caressed your skin.

"Joey, it's gonna be okay," you giggled, rubbing gentle circles along his back, your hand sinking into the soft, fluffy fabric of the blue stitch onesie he was sporting tonight.

He pouted, snaking his arms around your waist in a playful attempt to anchor himself, preventing you from dragging him out the door. “I don’t wanna go,” he mumbled into the soft fabric of your matching pink stitch onesie. “I really don’t wanna go, baby. I’ll do anything if you let us stay inside tonight. I’ll make you a three-course meal, give you a full body massage, paint your nails--anything you want. I’ll even let you be on top more ‘cause I know how much you love it. That all sounds nice, right? Right?”. His voice was a mix of begging and teasing, you couldn’t help but giggle at the lengths he was willing to go to avoid the Halloween festivities.

"Joey, I love you and appreciate your will to negotiate, but I’m not changing my mind,” you chuckled, swaying his body back and forth.

“B- But whyyy?” he mumbled against your neck, his incredibly delicate voice making you melt in his arms. Every word he whispered tugged at your heartstrings, and all you wanted was to go back to bed and snuggle his adorable self till he couldn't breathe. “Do you hate me or something?”

“How dare you accuse me of such a thing,” you dramatically gasped, stopping your soothing movements to add to the theatrical effect. "I'm app-", giggle, "appalled that you even considered such horrid thoughts," you said, trying to stifle your laughter and remain serious but failing miserably.

“...Am I accusing you or is it just the truth?” he moped, twisting his head in your neck so that he could look into your eyes with his wide baby blues.

A pang of guilt pulled at you for pushing him into it, but you knew without it, he'd never agree. “I love you, and that’s why I’m making us go trick-or-treating tonight. You deserve to experience Halloween the right way, and I’m gonna make it happen this year,”.

Tonight was your favorite night of the year and Joe’s least favorite night of the year, All Hallow’s Eve. To you, Halloween was a night filled with magic and mischief, a time to dive into the world of costumes, mysterious identities, and bags upon bags of candy. In years past, you'd normally find yourself getting absolutely trashed at some Halloweekend party with your friends, but in recent years you opted for more tamer celebrations. Part of the reason was that you didn't really enjoy getting blackout drunk anymore and left that behind in your college days, but another reason was because of your lovely boyfriend who preferred to spend every October 31st acting like it wasn't October 31st. To Joe, Halloween was a “stupid holiday”, an excuse for people to put on facades they’d never wear any other day. He didn’t see the point in what you were celebrating, and the whole thing seemed meaningless to him. That hurt your soul a little, knowing how much you loved Halloween and everything that came along with it. But when you found out the real reason behind his hesitation--the things he kept tucked away, the bits that made him see the holiday differently--your perspective shifted.

Even growing up, Joe wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday. He loved the idea of dressing up in his little costumes, always excited to transform into a superhero or a silly cartoon character. But when it was time to step out onto the chilly, leaf-strewn streets, baby joey would hide. He couldn’t get himself to walk up to the door and mumble, “Trick or Treat”. He would hide, burying himself in his parents’ legs or peeking nervously from the porch to see if the bowl of candy was left out. The idea of knocking on doors and making small talk with strangers was all so overwhelming for him and that stuck with him a little even in adulthood. The spooky masks, the dark skies, and the anxiety of talking to strangers soured his feelings towards the holiday and Halloween quickly became something he’d rather skip. You understood that it wasn't just about the costumes and candy for him and that understanding made you want to help him create new, happier memories in place of the old.

But you really didn't have to push all that hard because every year, he still indulged in parts of the spooky holiday for you--at least the parts that he approved. Each year, he’d help you hang up the orange and purple lights, the flying witch decorations, and even the faux cobwebs across the shrubs outside. He’d grumble a little at the mess and the spooky faces staring back at him from the yard, but when he’d see the happiness in your eyes, every bit of effort felt worth it. Seeing you happy made Halloween just a little more bearable--and maybe, just maybe, even enjoyable.

You somehow made it more comforting for him, and even though he gave you the same speech every year about how pointless it all was, you’d eventually find him nose-deep in a bag of candy, a tell-tale smudge of chocolate on his lip betraying his facade.

Sometimes, he’d even cave and watch a Halloween movie with you, despite his irrational fear of anything remotely horror-related. But getting him there was never easy. He was, without a doubt, the most stubborn person you knew so it always took endless pleading, a little bribery, and maybe a few strategically placed kisses to get him to soften up. Soon after, he’d sink in next to you, arms crossed and pretending not to flinch at every jump scare. Or, he'd end up pulling the blanket high enough to cover his face if he wasn't already hiding it in the crook of your neck.

Flashback to a few weeks ago

“Babe, I’m not watching that,” he huffed, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw in opposition as you scrolled through the list of movies on the TV.

“Baby, Scream isn’t even scary! It’s just a slasher film,” you said while turning to look at him, your bottom lip stuck out as you tried to use your usual irresistible pout to convince him to watch your all-time favorite scary movie with you.

That pout did wonders for you when it came to Joe. It was your way of getting him to do all the things he'd normally resist--watching a scary movie, going out when he'd rather stay in, trying that new cafe you'd been raving about. Every time, he'd try to hold out, but one look at your face and his front would crumble. It would be replaced with a soft smile that he reserved just for you, just for his girl.

You watched as he sighed, his eyes flicking to your pout and back. His lips curled into a sweet smile and his eyes softened; he was getting lost in your charm and it was working.

Oh yes.

But the pout that usually always works in your favor, failed you this time and he quickly went back to his resolve without even flinching. “Put the pout away, babe. I’m not watching that,” he shook his head. “You look adorable, but it’s not going to work this time,” he added as his thumb traced slowly along your plump bottom lip. His hand lingered near your face and even in his most stubborn moments, he couldn't hide how much he adored you.

You blinked at him for a few silent moments before fully losing it, “But whyyyyy,” you whined, throwing your head back against the couch headrest, then shifting your head to look at him. “I promise it’s not scary! And I’m right here if you do get scared. You can squeeze my hand, bury your face in my neck, use me as a stress ball,”.

"Thanks, Y/N, but it’s still a hard no," he chuckled at your attempt to persuade him. "I refuse to watch people get gutted by some psycho in a ghost mask. The whole concept of the movie is just dumb, anyway. I mean, why not just move towns or states? Why not just buy a gun? Or wait, even better. Just don’t pick up the fucking phone and talk to a stranger,” he giggled as you glared at him.

He leaned in, deepening his voice, and asked, "What's your favorite scary movie?" in his best Ghostface voice. “Like, come on! Just hang up, block the number, call 911, and get the hell outta dodge,”

You shifted away from him, your jaw falling open, truly offended by his disregard for the masterpiece that the original Scream was. After seeing your demeanor, he only laughed harder. “Oh, stop. You know I’m right. It’s probably the same with every horror movie. They just love to make the main characters dumber than a rock and then make them act surprised that a psycho with a knife is knocking at their door,”.

“You know,” you interjected, giving him a playful side-eye. “You seem to know an awful lot about scary movie plots for a guy who refuses to watch a single one with his lovely girlfriend--the same girlfriend he adores, is utterly obsessed with, and would do annnnnnything to make happy,” you lean into the sarcasm, but laced it with enough sweetness to test his stubbornness, hoping it would make him cave. "You do like to make her happy, right? I bet that you watching Scream with her would make her soooo happy," you added, placing a hand on his thigh and giving him a gentle squeeze.

Joe smirked to himself before he leaned in, his lips grazing against the corner of your ear. “You gotta do better than that, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot and voice raspy. He was enjoying your attempt to sway him. The playful challenge in his eyes told you he wasn’t giving in that easily, but he loved every second of it.

"Oh, come ON," you thought to yourself, realizing this would be much harder than you thought.

"What if I make you Pumpkin Pie after?" you asked him while flashing him a bright smile. Pleading wasn't working, so it was time for you to call in the big guns: bribery. God bless your ability to pivot without breaking a sweat, you could practically already see his determination crumbling as a hint of temptation flickered in his eyes. You were close to winning him over.

Yes. YES.

Joe pursed his lips, pretending to be deeply thinking about your offer before he opened his mouth after his dramatic pause, "Mmmm, nope," he shook his head, trying to keep a straight face.

You groaned, throwing your head back against the couch headrest again, then dropping your head to his shoulder where he moved his hand to cradle your face. He dropped a quick kiss to your forehead, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he enjoyed every second of your struggle. "Damn, you suck at this," he teased, his voice full of affection.

"What if I bake it naked. Only in an apron?" you offered, glancing up at him and knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist such a tempting offer.

Whenever you stepped into that kitchen to bake him something, it was like a switch flipped inside Joe. He became impossibly handsy, his self-control being thrown out the window the second he saw you in that baby pink apron, hair tied in a messy bun, and arms coated in flour. What takes 2 hours to bake, takes 4 when he's in there with you. You get so distracted by his slow neck kisses, his hands sliding over the curves of your hips, and the alluring words he whispered in your ear. By the end, flour would be everywhere. On the counter, on your clothes, even in his hair. He was always so proud of the mess you'd both made, and you didn't mind it one bit.

So, being naked--basically bare--while making him his second favorite sweet treat? Well, that was basically an open invitation for Joe to indulge in his first favorite sweet treat. You.

He definitely wouldn't be able to resist this.

"It'll be just you and me," you mumble, leaning your head forward so that your lips are sliding across his tan neck, his hand moving to grip your thigh as he instinctively pulls you closer. "In that big kitchen," you say as you drop a wet kiss on his sweet spot. "Allll alone," another kiss to his skin, this time along his jawline. "For as long as you want...".

His eyes widened for a split second before he let out a low, conquered groan, trying to fight back a grin at the same time. "You...are impossible," he muttered, shaking his head as he pulled you in even closer, your legs now curled up in his lap and his hand rubbing your calf.

"And you are always DTF," you giggled, taking note of his handsy-ness already beginning hours in advance due to the mere mention of baking a pie for him with no clothes on.

"...Mmph, alright, you win," he sighed, giving in to your wishes at last. "But that pie better be worth it or else I'm taking all this Halloween shit down," he warned while motioning to the few decorations around the living room.

"If the pie isn't worth it, I'll be sure to make something else worth it," you winked, your implied suggestion causing his cheeks to turn pink as you reached for the remote and clicked on Scream.

End of Flashback

Over the years, you'd managed to get your boyfriend to warm up to Halloween bit by bit. He'd sit through a few "scary" movies and even helped you decorate the house despite his complaining and groaning. But there was still one Halloween tradition you hadn't been able to get him to embrace: trick-or-treating.

That part of Halloween still brought back his old discomfort. Every year you'd try to get him to hand out candy with you, but he always refused and said he had to watch game tape in his office. You'd ask if he wanted to walk around the neighborhood and watch the kids trick-or-treat, but instead, he'd suggest you two go out to eat. Then you'd get a little bold and ask him if he wanted to go trick-or-treating together, and Joe would look at you like you had three heads.

Nothing ever worked--not the pout, the pleading, the bribery, or even your sweetest kisses. Trick-or-treating was the one Halloween tradition Joe just couldn’t get behind, no matter how much you tried. But this year, you decided to approach it differently.

You didn’t ask him to go. You simply told him you were going trick-or-treating together and made it nearly impossible for him to refuse.

You’d spent weeks planning, finding the perfect couple’s costumes, and dropping hints about how fun it would be. Every time he tried to fight it, you’d meet his eyes with that knowing smile, as if you could already picture the two of you walking hand in hand down the leaf-strewn streets. You weren’t giving him a way out this time. And deep down, a part of him knew he was going to give in--not because you’d worn him down, but because he loved seeing you happy.

Flashback to two nights ago

"Okay. I have three costume options," you smiled, holding up three shopping bags in front of him. Joe sat on the edge of the bed, looking a little frazzled, his expression already showing his hesitation.

"Wait...three?" he asked, eyeing the bags like they were bombs that were seconds away from exploding

"Mhm!" you grinned, pulling the bags closer. "You're going to pick the perfect couple's costume, I just know it,".

"Me? I told you, Y/N. I'm not going," he shook his head. "We do this dance every year and I don't know why you keep trying,".

Your shoulders dropped a little at his usual negative mindset towards Halloween, and you softened as you met his eyes again, "I keep trying because..." you hesitated, giving him a warm smile, "I want to make you have happy memories about this holiday, Joey,".

He blinked, surprised by the sincerity in your voice. Normally you'd be playful and silly when you talked about this, but this time you weren't and that set off the alarm in Joe's head.

“I want you to experience it the way you were meant to as a kid,” you continued, dropping the bags and walking over to sit beside him. “I want you to have the same silly experiences I did, so that one day,” you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently, “We can let our kids experience it the way we did. You deserve to feel the excitement of getting dressed up, the thrill you get once you count up the amount of candy you get at the end of the night, and the warm feeling the day after when you get to stuff your face with candy for breakfast. I know Halloween wasn’t your favorite back then, but I’m here now. We can make it ours. We can make better memories,".

"I know it's silly, I mean it is just a holiday. But I want you to experience it all, you know? And it'll be fun because I'm doing it with you," you added, your voice laced with sincerity.

Joe looked down at your hands, your words sinking in, and when he looked up, there was a warmth in his eye that hadn't been there before. Halloween might not have been his favorite holiday. But for you? He'd make it one he loved. He saw how much it meant to you, and he noticed how over the years you'd been changing his experiences with the holiday step by step despite his stubbornness. You never gave up on him, and that's why he loved you. That's why he was willing to do whatever it took to make you smile.

With a small grin, he eventually sighed, “Alright. Show me those costumes,”.

Your face lit up instantly, "Really?" you gasped, gripping his bicep in response.

"Don't make me change my mind," he said after dropping his head, although he couldn't help a smile from appearing on his face at the sound of your newfound excitement.

"I love you, Joseph Lee Burrow," you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his soft cheek before jumping off the bed and grabbing the bags.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/LN," he chuckled.

He did, he really really loved you. He was willing to do anything to make you happy, to make his girl, his lady, happy. And who knows, maybe you were right? Maybe he would have a happy memory of Halloween after doing this with you tonight.

You picked up the first bag, quickly taking out the first set of matching costumes. "Okay, okay, hear me out--matching blue and pink stitch onesies. They're comfy and simple, and I think you'll look very adorable walking around in this,".

Joe raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. "Comfy, huh? That's a plus, for sure".

You grinned, pulling out the next costume. "Option Two, Joker and Harley Quinn,".

"Oh?" he said, his tone laced with surprise as he saw your Harley Quinn costume or the lack thereof. "I don't know how I feel about you walking around in those shorts, babe,".

"I knew you were going to say that," you sighed. "But I still bought it anyway because you'd look so sexy with this Joker outfit and makeup on,".

Joe felt a blush creeping up on his face as he chuckled, "We can do that...but only for our eyes only. Your birthdays coming up, right? Consider me dressing up as The Joker one of your gifts," he winked.

"Noted," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as heat pooled in your stomach at his innuendo. You then pulled out the final option, trying to calm yourself as you showed him. "Last one, which is a classic. Pirates!" you grinned.

Joe looked carefully for a moment, peeking at each costume before finally meeting your gaze. It didn't take long for him to decide which one he liked best, “You know,” he said, a grin breaking through, “I think I’m gonna go with the stitch onesie,".

You raised an eyebrow in surprise at how fast he picked a costume, especially because he picked the one you didn't think he would pick. “Really? Why’s that?”

“Because,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “It’s super comfy, and you know how much I love aliens. Plus,” he added, leaning in closer, “It’ll be easy to take off of you later when we get into bed,”

Your cheeks flushed at the playful implication, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, stitch it is! But you have to promise we’ll take cute photos," you said, you were really just happy that he agreed to go and pick a costume without getting into a pillow fight with you.

“Deal,” Joe said, reaching out and gripping your waist firmly, pulling you close, and planting a quick kiss on your belly before resting his cheek against it while you raked your fingers through his soft hair. Halloween might not have been his favorite holiday, but with you by his side, he was ready to make it a night to remember--one cozy moment at a time.

"I love you," he mumbled against you before pressing another kiss to your belly.

"I love you too, my anti-halloween cuddle baby," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his hair.

End of flashback

You thought you had gotten him to fully embrace tonight, especially since he willingly put on his blue stitch onesie, but with the way he was clinging to you right now...he was definitely still struggling to let himself open up to it.

"What if they start laughing at me? I'm Joe Burrow, 27-year-old QB of the Cincinnati Bengals. I shouldn't be out trick-or-treating," he whined, hiding his face in your neck again.

"They won't laugh, Joey," you softly laughed.

"How do you know?".

"Because. You're Joe Burrow, 27-year-old QB of the Cincinnati Bengals," you grinned, gently shuffling both of you over to the foyer table where your candy bags were placed. "Man, you're big," you mumbled, slightly struggling to move because you had your 215-pound teddy bear attached to you.

He chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I thought you liked big boys,”.

"I do. Only you though. The rest are scaryyyy," you smiled, finally reaching the table.

"And I'm not?" he questioned, his voice laced with playfulness and flirtatious energy.

"Nope," you said while grabbing the bags. "You're my big, gigantic, muscular, adorable cuddle baby whom I never want to let go of" you softened.

"Hm, I think I prefer that over a scary football player," he chuckled.

Joe lost that tough, hard-headed QB persona when it was just the two of you. He was a total softie with you, revealing a side that few got to see. He would lean in closer during the quiet moments, dropping his guard as he shared little secrets and dreams with you, his deep voice softening to a whisper just for you. It was in these moments that you could see the real Joe. A man who cherished the little things, from the warmth of your hands to the laughter you shared over inside jokes. Each cuddle, each tender kiss that lingered a second longer, each time he pulled you into his tight embrace, he was just Joey. The boy who adored you more than life itself. Under the star athlete was someone who thrived on love, warmth, and connection.

"Good," you giggled, "Because me too. Anyway, it's just our neighborhood. Everyone knows we live here so I'm sure you'll just get a few 'hey joe!' screams and an occasional request for a photo,".

Joe lifted his head out of your neck, still looking a bit unsure for a few moments which prompted you to speak up. "I promise it'll be fun, Joey. I'm right there with you," you smiled, your hand sliding up and down the sides of his torso and your nails lightly scratching him through the fabric of his onesie. "Do it for me? Please?".

You saw a little shift in his baby blue eyes, relaxation and love flooded them. "Anything for her," he told himself. "Come on, Joe. Grow up,".

He took another deep breath before speaking up, "...Okay, but if someone asks me to do the Heisman pose in a Stitch onesie, I’m not doing it,".

You broke out in a fit of laughter at the mental image of him doing so and dropped your head onto his chest as your body shook from emotion. "D- Deal," you laughed, your heart swelling at how willing he was to step out of his comfort zone for you.

You felt him press a warm kiss to your forehead, his hand then moving to cup the nape of your neck and angle your face up. He leaned down, gently pressing his lips against yours, the feeling of your lips connecting sending shivers down your spine.

His hands slid down to your waist, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles as he pulled you closer. His cold nose brushed against yours as he met your lips in a deep, sluggish, sloppy kiss. Each gentle nip and pull sent warmth throughout your body, and his soft rhythm made you melt into him. Just as you began to lose yourself in the kiss, he pulled back slightly, "Alright, let's do this," he said against your lips. "But you better keep me entertained, or I'm pulling the 'famous quarterback' card,".

"Interesting words coming from the same guy who hates unnecessary attention," you said while raising an eyebrow, stepping back from Joe's embrace to straighten out your outfit.

"Hey, it's my get-out-of-jail-free card," he retorted. "If they start laughing or I get bored, I'll remind everyone that I'm a professional athlete. That'll get them to one, stop laughing because I'll say 'excuse me, ma'am, but do you really want to laugh at Joe Burrow, the Cincinnati Bengals' golden boy?' and two, entertain my football star side for a few short seconds before I get irritated by the camera flashes," he said while striking a mock pose, puffing out his chest and flexing his arms dramatically.

"Ohhh yeah," you giggled, "Because nothing screams 'intimidating' like a guy in a stitch onesie flexing his muscles,".

“Exactly, babe,” he replied, laughing along with you. “I mean, who wouldn’t want a picture with the cuddly, buff quarterback? Just look at me, who could say no?” He glanced down at his plush costume, pretending to look serious.

"Careful, Joey B. You might even start a trend," you said while raising your hands. "The soft, cuddly, buff quarterback. It could be your new brand,".

"I can get behind that," he cutely nodded. "Maybe I'll wear this at the press conference next week," he chucked, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you both to the front door.

"Ohhh, I would love to see the reactions from the guys and the media if you pulled up like this," you smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"I would never hear the end of it. The guys still give me shit for the hickey I walked in with the day after my birthday last year," he sighed.

"I'm still not sorry for that," you shrugged. "Gotta let everyone know that you're mine," you nodded as he opened the front door for you.

"No need to be sorry, babe. You made your mark on me, a golden tattoo. I can't hate on that," he smiled, helping you onto the front step while he followed and closed the door behind him.

A smirk rose on your face, "Good. Because if you do good tonight, maybe you'll get a few more golden tattoos," you quickly mumbled, hopping down the steps of your house.

"Wait, what?" Joe asked, raising his eyebrows at what he thinks he heard you say.

Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of maroon before you glanced back at him, "Ohhh, nothing," you smiled. "C'mon," you motioned for him to follow, "We have doors to knock on,".

-- -- --

"Okay, Joey. First house," you smiled, placing your hand around his bicep and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You both were standing at the doorstep of a house that was a few streets down from yours, the decorations in the front yard caught your eye and you just knew this was the first place to start. There was an elaborate setup of skeletons cobwebs, and glowing pumpkins that lit up the yard with a spooky charm.

Joe's eyes darted from the decorations to the door, and you could feel the tension in his muscles under your hand. "Had to pick the spookiest house first, didn't you?" he murmured, glancing down at you with a hint of hesitation.

"You got this, babe," you nudged playfully, leaning over to kiss his cheek as you doubled down on your confidence in him.

He took a deep breath, straightening his posture as his brows furrowed in determination. "Okay, here goes," he breathed out, lifting his hand, pausing for a second as he shot you one last look--almost making sure you were still with him--before he finally pressed the doorbell. There was nothing to be scared or shy of. You were right there with him, he had no reason to hide behind someone because he had his safety blanket right next to him. His sweetheart, his lovely girlfriend, his Y/N.

A few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman, her face lighting up as her eyes fell on you both. But when her eyes landed on Joe, standing there in a stitch onesie, she let out a surprised laugh.

He nervously cleared his throat before saying, "Trick or treat!" his voice was steady but laced with a bit of shyness that only you could catch.

"Oh, my goodness!" she bounced with excitement. "I never thought I'd see the day! Joe Burrow? Trick or Treating on my porch! And in such an adorable costume?" she cooed.

You couldn’t help the proud grin that spread across your face as you squeezed his arm again, leaning in to whisper, "See? You’re already a hit,".

"She's not wrong! This costume is perfect for you," the lady nodded. "You two look so adorable!".

Joe laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "Yeah, well...I have my Halloween coach to thank for that," he said, nodding at you with an appreciative smile.

"You give me too much credit," you giggled. "Not everyone can pull off a stitch onesie at 27 years old,".

He looked down at you again, his lips curved into a soft smile. But then he noticed your gaze shift down to his bag, which was still closed tight in his hand. You gave him a playful look, raising an eyebrow as if you were saying, "C'mon, Joey. Open it up,".

He realized what you meant with your stare, "Oh," he mumbled, quickly tugging the bag open and holding it out just like a kid who finally got the Halloween memo.

He watched as the woman dug her hand deep into the bowl of candy and placed a generous handful inside his spooky, SpongeBob-themed candy bag. Joe looked down at it with a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face, clearly not used to this happening to him. You couldn't help but melt at how surreal it must have felt for him--27-year-old Joe Burrow, the star QB, standing on a stranger's doorstep with a trick-or-treat bag in hand, experiencing the magic of Halloween the right way for the first time.

"Happy Halloween!" she chirped, giving him a little wink before turning to you and adding, "And you two make the cutest couple! Who Dey!".

Joe's ears turned a light shade of pink as he mumbled a polite, "Thank You,", trying to hide his emotions as best he could. That wasn't as bad as he thought it was, that was actually...fun? There were no awkward words exchanged between him and the stranger, no intimidating vibes, just sweet candy and even sweeter words.

And he had gotten a huge, seemingly above-normal fistful of candy too? Talk about Quarterback perks...

"What is this?" he thought, confused by what just happened as his hand instinctively gripped yours while you waved goodbye and walked away from the house.

You couldn't help your smile from growing wider when you both were back on the sidewalk. "He did it. He really did it," you thought to yourself, your heart swelling in return. "He did it for me,".

You stopped him in his tracks and turned to face him. "What's wrong?" he asked, confused at why you suddenly stopped him and at your wide-eyed look.

A squeal left your lips as you looped your arms around his neck and jumped into him. "You did ittttt!" you cheered, pressing about a dozen kisses to his soft, rosy cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Joe!".

Joe's face softened, a smile creeping up as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. "You're really that proud of me?" he asked, amused and bashful.

"Are you joking?" you beamed, pulling back just enough to look at him through both your stitch hoods. "You faced your Halloween fears for me. That's huge, Joe,".

"Yeah...I guess I did," he tilted his head and replied, sounding a little surprised himself.

"Ahhhh," you squealed again as you went back into the bear hug you were giving him. "This is so exciting for me, you have no clue,".

He laughed, "Oh, I think I have some idea. You've been on me for doing this for yeaaars. I'm glad you never gave up, though,".

"I'll never give up when it comes to you," you smiled before leaning up and capturing his lips in a warm kiss. "Ooo," you said as you quickly pulled away, "What candy did you get?" you asked as you felt the presence of his candy bag below you

Joe chuckled softly, still relishing in the warmth of your quick kiss. “Let’s see,” he said, searching through his candy bag with exaggerated seriousness as if it were a treasure chest. “Looks like I’ve got some Snickers, a few Reese’s, and--,” he paused for dramatic effect, pulling out a tiny packet, “Starburst!”.

Joe and his Starbursts. An inseparable duo.

"Ohh, here we go," you laughed, watching as he dropped his bag on the ground and quickly started ripping open the packet to see what flavors he got.

A gasp left his lips, "Orange! Y/N, I got double orange!" he smiled, his voice so light and playful because he had just got his favorite flavor. He was legit a kid right now in every way possible, from the costume to the smile, and to the air around him.

"Joe, it's just orange," you teased, smiling wide as you enjoyed this playful side to him.

He shot you a glare, "Just orange? This is the best damn flavor," he said, tossing a piece into his mouth with a proud grin. "I know you love pink, but that is not orange. You're missing out," he said while pointing at you as if he was giving you a lecture.

"Maybe we can do a flavor swap later?" you winked, your suggestive comment earning a grin from him.

"Deal," he chuckled as he picked up his bag again to see what else he got.

You watched as he searched through the candies, an adorable grin on his face, crinkles around his eyes, and a shimmer in his baby blues. Joe was so happy, so smiley, and this was just the first house out of many. You could only imagine how he would be by the end of the night. "Let's keep going," he smiled, a feeling of excitement starting to bubble underneath his skin.

You let him lead you, warmth filling your chest as he glanced back at you, his excitement spreading through his fingertips and straight into your body. Joe’s hand squeezed yours, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how he practically skipped down the sidewalk. His usual calm, collected self had completely melted away, replaced by a boyish joy that made your heart swell.

When you reached the next house, he gave you a playful look. "Alright, what do you think this one’s giving out? Full-size? Think we’ll get lucky?".

You shrugged, playing along, “Only one way to find out. Go on, brave QB. Knock and conquer,".

"You don't want to come up with me?" he asked with a playful pout.

You smiled, "You're a big boy, QB1. You've got this".

"Alright, alright. But if I get nervous, you'll be my backup, right?" he asked, glancing back at the house. He wasn't having a hard time talking to strangers this time around, which was different than when he was a kid. Normally, he wouldn't be able to put his finger on what made him break a childhood habit, but this time it was easy for him to know because of the feeling he had in his heart.

It was because of you.

Being with you calmed Joe in a way that nothing else could. Your calm presence was like the first, refreshing sip of ice water after a brutal run on a hot day. As you stood by his side tonight, he felt your cool confidence seep into him, melting away any of his nerves.

With you there, he found himself speaking more easily, making small talk without hesitation, and even standing on doorsteps without any fear. You had a remarkable effect on Joe, and he knew damn well without you, he wouldn't be able to do a lot of things, including this.

"Forever and Always," you promised, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

He straightened up, took a breath, and headed up the path on his own, a new confidence in his stride. Watching him, you couldn’t help but smile. He was loosening up, bit by bit, and you felt a thrill at the thought that he might actually be enjoying himself.

Joe knocked on the door, a bit of uncertainty clear via his body language. But when the door opened, he gave a smile so genuine that even the older couple answering couldn’t help but smile back, dropping another handful of treats into his bag as they made small talk with him.

You quickly pulled out your phone to record the sweet moment, wanting to capture Joe looking absolutely adorable and actively enjoying himself on Halloween in case someone doubted you when you told them. You had gotten him to soften up, and that was making this the best Halloween ever. You wanted to capture the memory and keep it forever.

As he headed down the steps, he looked at you with a glowing face. “You know what? I kinda get why you love this now. It’s just...fun,”.

You let out a dramatic gasp as he inched towards you, "Joe Burrow? Saying Halloween is fun? Oh my god? Have the aliens finally made landfall on Earth?".

"Very funny, Y/N," he playfully rolled his eyes.

"What'd you score this time?" you said while looping your arm with his.

"Full-sized, baby," he said in mock triumph. "Snickers, a big bag of Sour-Patch, and even another Starburst packet,". The glimmer in his eyes was undeniable, he was genuinely enjoying himself and the smile on his face was only growing wider. There were no complaints from him, no signs of anxiety, just pure enjoyment. "They even said I looked cute in this and said I've been playing like the MVP recently," he blushed.

"Aw, that's sweet," you replied, squeezing his hand as you continued walking down the street, seeing all the little kids in their adorable costumes wandering the roads. You even think you saw a kid dressed up as Joe, football jersey and all.

He let go of your hand so that he could put his arm around your waist, "They even said something about you," he winked.

"Oh? What'd they say?" you asked, snaking your arm around his waist.

"That I struck gold with youuuu," he teased, bumping his head with yours. "They go to a bunch of games and have seats by our sidelines and see you and me before every game doing our little handshake and watching you give me that pre-game pep talk. They said that the way I look at you, and only you, during that time is only something that comes around every few lifetimes,".

Your eyes widened in surprise, "Wait, seriously? People notice that?".

They weren't wrong there, though. The way Joe looked at you during his sideline time was something that was so special, so rare. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders at that time, but all that vanished once his eyes locked in on yours. You were his comfort, his calm within the storm. Whether that's on the field, or even right now as you two were partaking in Halloween festivities that he was normally against. You made it all better with your smile, with your reassuring words, with your gentle touch. He adored you.

Joe chuckled, nodding, "Yeah, apparently it's their favorite part of the game. They said, 'Man, if that's not love, I don't know what is',". He pulled you a little closer, "Guess I struck gold,".

Your heart exploded as you nestled closer to him, "Well, they're not wrong," you mumbled. "But, I think I'm the lucky one because I get to watch you light up the field like you do,".

Joe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your head, his voice warm as he murmured, “Guess we're both pretty lucky. But I'm definitely the luckier one because I have the most dedicated, relentless--in the best way--adorable, thoughtful, beautiful, and insanely hot woman by my side,".

His words were tender, each one a gentle caress that wrapped around your heart. They held a deep meaning that made you feel adored in a way only he could make you feel. You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with love, a smile tugging at your lips. "You know, you make it really hard not to fall for you all over again," you whispered, your voice catching as you reached up to trace your fingers along his jawline.

"Baby, I fall for you all over again every single morning I wake up to your beautiful face," he said, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "And I love you a million times more. Thank you for taking me out tonight even though I was being a whiny ass. I'm realizing what I've been missing out on," he said, looking across the street to where a little boy was calling his name, giving him a wave and smile in return. "And I'm definitely realizing it's a lot more fun with you, by my side".

"Well, I'm having the best Halloween ever if that means anything," you smiled, watching as he waved to the little kids who were starting to notice that they were trick-or-treating with Joe Burrow.

Joe pulled you even closer before planting a quick kiss on your forehead again, "Me too, and it's all thanks to you,".

Joe saw that satisfied grin on your face and felt his heart swell. You were happy. Knowing that he had a part in that made him feel like he was on Cloud 9. "I think I like seeing you like this more than I like watching the other team go 3 and out during a game," he said with a silly grin.

"You're just saying that just to say it," you shook your head as you two strolled down the sidewalk.

"Nope. I'd wear this every Halloween if it meant I could see you smile like this. You look like you're about to explode from excitement," he laughed.

"Well, I think I might. My mission was accomplished. You're enjoying Halloween," you said while letting go of him, moving so that you two were face to face. You grabbed his hand and started to walk backward down the sidewalk, leading him along with you. "We're healing your inner child, one 'trick or treat' at a time,".

"You know, you might be right?" he shook his head in disbelief. "Just don't tell my mom because I think she'll actually freak if we tell her you got me to trick or treat since she tried soooo hard when I was little to get me out here,".

You let out a loud laugh, "It'll be our secret,".

"Good, because I wouldn't do this for anyone else. Just you," he said, giving you a heated look, his icy eyes sending shivers down your spine. The playfulness in his voice was replaced with heat, and you weren't sure what made him do such a 360 all of a sudden.

"Woahhh, slow down with those bedroom eyes. We still have a few more houses to hit up," you giggled.

"Sorry," he shook his head, snapping out of his daze. "I just remembered how easy it is to take a onesie off and got excited,".

"Like I said, you're always DTF," you smiled, turning back around and pulling him down the sidewalk with you.

"Only for you though," he smiled, innocently tapping your ass which caused a gasp to leave your lips.

"Joseph Lee! There are children around!" you shrieked, looking back at him with wide eyes as your cheeks flushed with surprise and embarrassment.

"What? It was just a little tap," he shrugged. "Besides, we're allowed to have some fun, right? It is Halloween,".

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" you said, trying to hide your laughter.

"But you love it," he said, leaning closer as he winked at you, his confidence shining through. "And I think the kids are too focused on their candy to notice what I'm doing,".

You looked around, watching as the kids ran past you both with their candy hauls in hand, realizing he was right. "Okay, but still. You better keep your hands to yourself unless you want the whole neighborhood to see your stitch onesie getting stripped off,".

"Relaaax, baby. It won't happen again, at least not until we're somewhere a little more...private," he said, tapping your ass again but before you could say something, he ran in front of you to escape your anger.

"Oh hell no," you shook your head, watching as he ran backward, his tongue sticking out at you in mockery as he sported a cocky grin.

"Catch me if you can!" he yelled, his laughter echoing as he picked up speed.

"He's such a kid," you whispered to yourself, "You're going to regret that!" you shouted back, your competitive spirit breaking free as you took off after him.

He really was a full-blown kid tonight, and it was all thanks to you. You got him to loosen up, to laugh a little harder, and to enjoy something he had grown to hate. Each doorbell you rang seemed to chip away at the walls he had built around Halloween, and the joy in his eyes was heartwarming.

You ran down the sidewalk, chasing after him as best as you could, but Joe being the sneaky athletic man he is, was just too fast for your pace. "He chooses the wrong time to show that he has wheels," you thought to yourself. Before you knew it, he had led you down a dark backroad and was nowhere in sight. You were far from your familiar neighborhood streets, the spooky decorations and orange lights now a blur in the background as you were now standing on an eerily quiet street. The shadowy road sent a shiver down your arm, "Joe?" you called out, your voice echoing in the quiet environment.

You got no response.

You bit your lip, gripping your bag a little tighter as you stay alert, turning your head to check if he was near you. "Joe? This isn't funny! I swear to God," you said, swallowing hard. The usual sounds of forest critters were oddly silent, providing no comfort to you at the moment.

"Did he even come down here? Maybe I wasn't paying too much attention to which way he went," you muttered to yourself, slowly beginning to walk up the road and back to where you came from. "But then where did he go?".

"Joe? I'm serious," you yelled out again, your voice laced with frustration and nervousness. This was the exact kind of thing he would do to spook you, so maybe that's what he was doing.

Before you could call out again, you heard a faint sound--like a crunch of leaves under a foot.

You didn't turn around to see what it was, instead, you stopped walking and froze, your bottom lip starting to tremble as fear crept into your mind.

There was nothing down here. And by nothing, you mean nothing. Not a single house, not a single car, and not a single soul. Just trees, a road, and a distant view of your neighborhood.

So who was behind you?

You didn't want to turn around to see who it was out of fear. It could be Joe, but it also could be some psycho in a ghost mask with a knife, waiting to stab you to death. "Oh shut up, Y/N. Scream is a movie. A MOVIE." you lectured yourself, mentally slapping yourself for sounding like Joe.

You shook your head to push away the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine. You quickened your pace as you walked towards the familiar shapes of the neighborhood. Each hasty step made your heart pound louder in your chest, drowning out your breath. Behind you, the sounds grew louder as you heard the rustling leaves and the faint crunch of footsteps on gravel--each noise sent a rush of anxiety through you.

"Absolutely not. I'm not dying before I witness a Bengals Super Bowl win," you mumbled to yourself before you reached up to pull your hood down, then kicked back and started bolting up the road.

"Come on, come on," you muttered, your breath hitching as you heard the distance between you and whatever was behind you shrink.

But then, your heart stopped as two strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you back, your back bumping into something solid and hard. "AHHHH!" you shrieked. "Please don't kill me! I swear, I didn't do any- anything," you screamed while feeling tears in your eyes.

And then you heard it, a laugh. Deep, unmistakable, and...familiar.

"Scared you, didn't I?" Joe rasped in your ear, his arms tightening around your waist.

Your heart was still pounding from the rush, "Joe!" you shouted, giving him a halfhearted shove and releasing yourself from his arms. "That wasn't funny! I thought you were some...masked psycho about to murder me,".

He reached out, placing his hands on your shoulders while stabling himself, "And this- And this is why you shouldn't watch Scream," he panted, catching his breath, the laughter still lingering in his eyes.

"Fuck you," you panted, coming from a place of playfulness and fun.

Joe's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you into him with one swift movement, "Aww, was my baby scared?" he pouted.

You stared into his eyes with irritation, "Yes." you muttered without hesitation.

"Aw, I'm sorry," he smiled, pushing your head into his chest as he swayed you back and forth, "But at least now we know how you'd last in a horror movie,".

You rolled your eyes before breaking out in a grin--you just couldn't help yourself, "Who knew Joey B was final girl material? I mean, look at those wheels," you teased.

"Damn right," he chuckled, then leaned down to place a kiss on your cheek. "I think you need to learn a few things from me. No way you should be that slow when your boyfriend is Joey Wheels,".

You let out an offended scoff before lightly slapping his chest, "I'm not that slow," you said.

"Mhmmm," he hummed, "Whatever helps you sleep at night,".

You shook your head before going back to his chest, "You're having one good Halloween and think you're the shit now, aren't you?".

"Precisely," he nodded, "But that's all you're doing, baby. You asked for this," he chuckled.

He did it to make you happy, which worked. And you did it to make him happy, which also worked. You two made amazing memories tonight, carefully uninstalling the bitter ones from his childhood and replacing them with happier ones. You loved to see him happy and carefree like this, you never wanted that smile to come off his face.

"Well, you scaring me is a good thing I guess. You're not the one scared anymore, I am," you smiled up at him. "Healing your inner child, one step at a time,".

-- -- --

A few hours later -- back at the house

"I didn't think that would be so fun," Joe said as he rummaged through his candy collection on the bed while you were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. "You seriously have me questioning why I ever dreaded Halloween,".

You laughed from inside the bathroom, "It's because you didn't have me around to show you the ropes. I told you I'd change your mind!" you shouted just loud enough for him to hear you.

"My miracle worker," he chuckled, opening up a Snickers bar and taking a bite of the chocolatey treat.

Back in the bathroom, you were currently standing in front of the mirror, looking at the red, lacy lingerie that you had slipped on under your onesie before you left earlier. You knew that even though he'd complain about it, Joe would come through and make your wish come true. And in return, he deserved a treat when you both got back and you wanted to show him how much you appreciated him loosening up for you on a night that had never been his favorite.

He thought you were just in here, doing your skincare and slipping into your PJs, but instead, you were getting ready to give him the real treat he deserved. "He's going to love this," you smirked, pulling one of his old LSU shirts over your body along with your sleep shorts.

You grabbed one of Joe's favorite perfumes of yours, giving it a few spritzes around your body, before fluffing your hair, turning out the lights, and leaving the bathroom.

"Babe, you gotta try these watermelon sour patch kids," Joe said as he dug through the tiny packet and popped a few into his mouth.

You smiled at the sight before you--Joe sprawled out on the bed in just his boxers, looking effortlessly irresistible. His disheveled hair and relaxed posture were a stark contrast to the playful, innocent stitch he’d been just a few hours ago. It was like seeing two sides of him in one night, each one captivating in its own way.

"Insane duality as usual," you murmured, barely containing a grin as you took him in.

Once he heard you close the bathroom door, Joe's gaze tracked your every step as you walked back into the room, his eyes sparking with curiosity. He picked up on a subtle shift in your energy, the way your confidence was shining brighter than usual, making his smirk grow. He threw his half-finished candy onto the nightstand, leaning back against the soft headboard with his hands behind his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Hi," he smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You gave him a slow once over, taking note of every vein, every curve of his muscles, and especially that happy trail that led to one of your favorite things in the world. ""Hi," you said, giving him a devilish grin, your tone laced with heat. "Enjoy your candy?" you teased.

"Yeaahhh...," he trailed off, "You alright?" he asked a few seconds later once you stopped at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, I'm more than alright," you thought to yourself, clearing your throat and standing up straight. "Trick or Treat?" you smirked at him.

Joe raised an eyebrow at your question, especially because he could tell it was coming from a place of mischief. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me," you bit your lip and said. "Trick or Treat?".

Joe raised an eyebrow at your tone--it was light, a little heated, and incredibly playful. Was this going where he thought it was? "I think I’m going with treat,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower as he slowly leaned forward. “But I’m curious…just what kind of treat am I in for?”

"Hmmm, you know," you said while gazing deeply into his starry eyes, "The hot kind. The messy kind. The sexy kind,".

And as if on cue, you reached for the bottom of your shirt, quickly pulling the fabric up and over your head before throwing it at Joe's face, his eyes widening once he got a glimpse at the lacy red bra that covered the part of your body that Joe was insanely obsessed with. "Y/N..." he murmured, his heart skipping a beat once he saw you turn around so your back was facing him, your hair moving to the front which gave him the perfect view of the thin lace straps.

You pulled your shorts down, bending over so you could reach down to get them out of your feet and to also give Joe a generous view of your lace-covered ass.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, the tent in his boxers growing at the sight of your toned, lace-covered body.

You flipped back around, watching as his hand absentmindedly inched closer to his erection, shifting it to feel momentary relief because of the way you were torturing him right now. You flashed him a playful grin before kneeling on the bed, your fingernails running up against his leg as you moved closer and closer to his torso.

"Baby, I-," he choked out as he felt your hand graze over his shaft.

"Shh, it's okay. Just lay back and relax. You earned this for doing good tonight. You did it for me, to see me happy, to see me smile. You had fun tonight and you did something out of your comfort zone, all for me. You deserve a treat for being so good to me, baby," you nodded, both your bodies now filled with heat and desire, the need to feel each other overpowering any other emotion.

You leaned down, your lips coming into contact with the fabric of his boxers as you pressed gentle kisses around his upper thighs. Joe tossed his head back at the sudden contact, and as your lips inched closer to his shaft, his body jerked while a string of sounds fell from his lips. "B- Baby, stop teasing," he mumbled, his hand stuffed into your hair as he lightly pulled on the strands. "I need y- you,".

You smirked at his faltering cockiness, then trailed your kisses up his body, following his happy trail. Your tongue glided along the curvature of each of his semi-visible abs, up to his pecs, and then to his neck.

You had shifted so that you were now comfortably seated in his lap, and Joe's hands were firmly placed on each side of your waist, slowly moving your hips back and forth against his shaft to feel relief.

You attached your lips to his neck, your goal was to leave as many golden tattoos as you could. "Mm, Y/N," he whimpered in your ear as he felt you suck harder on his favorite spot. "So good for me, baby," he sighed, his self-control being very close to being thrown out the window.

"I know," you smirked, moving to another spot on his neck to repeat the action. Your hand placed on his jaw as you moved his face to the side. Your tongue glided over the marks you left on his neck, a hiss coming from his lips at the slight burning sensation.

As the minutes passed by and you continued to tease him with your lips, he was getting more and more restless. And you could feel it. "Baby, please. I need to..I need to feel you around me," he whimpered again, pulling you out of his neck and meeting your firey eyes.

"Your wish is my command," you said, leaning in to capture his lips in a passionate kiss as you sat up on your knees, allowing him to pull down his boxers, his cock coming free and grazing against your thigh.

You leaned down to shift your lacy panties to the side, your wetness seeping through and dripping down onto Joe's lap, a throaty chuckle leaving his lips. "Even when you try to be in control, I still have you like this," he mumbled between the kiss as you grabbed his erection, using your thumb to spread the pre-cum along his slit before sliding it between your slick folds.

"We'll see," you smirked, sinking straight down onto his hard cock, a moan leaving his lips at the sudden contact.

"Y/N...," he moaned, his hands shifting down to grab your ass with a firm grip.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as you slid up and down his cock, your pace frantic and needy which matched the feeling you both shared in the moment. His head falls forward to rest on your shoulder, your hand inching into his hair as you pull him closer. His groans got louder, each one sending a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. "Yeah, you like that?" you whispered in his ear as you felt him buck into your core.

"Fuck, yeah," he moaned, his hands moving to grip your waist, the pads of his fingers digging deep into your skin. "Just like that, yeah,"

A shock of pleasure ripped through your veins, "You feel so good, Joey, sound so pretty for me," you moaned, feeling his tip hit your sweet spot as you leaned into him, his fully arms wrapping around your torso to steady you.

"My girl, you're doing so good, Y/N. I love...I love fucking you," he whimpered, his hips starting to snap up into yours in a way that drove you crazy. Each push of his cock into your wet heat felt like you were being brought into a new world; so intense and lively.

"Joey, ah," you moaned. "You're so...you make me feel so good," you moaned, feeling the way he gripped your hips and guided you back and forth on his cock.

You felt his hand inch up your back, his fingers finding the clasp of your lingerie top and undoing it in one easy motion. He quickly pulled the straps down, throwing the lacy piece across the room before attaching his lips to the skin of your breasts. "Oh," you whimpered, leaning back to give him enough room to work his magic on you.

"See?" he panted as he nipped at your skin. "This was for me, b- but, ah," he moaned once he felt you clench around him for a second, "I still have you like this,".

"You'll always have me like this, Joe," you whimpered, your legs starting to burn because of your movements. You threaded your fingers into his hair again, pulling him out of your chest and up to your lips, "Fuck, baby," you whined before he crashed his lips onto yours, his hips snapping up into yours even harder than before.

You picked up your movements as both your moans got louder and louder, the room now filled with sounds of skin hitting skin and your breathless whimpers. "Joe, I..I'm so close, mmph, fuck," you whined, dropping your head onto his chest as you slid up and down his shaft, your core starting to clench his cock more frequently.

"Shit, me too," he choked out, his breath hitting your ear as he melted into you with each rock of your hips and thrust of his thick cock. "I'm gonna cum, fuck...Y/N, I-," he said, getting quieter as he leaned into you more, his cock starting to twitch as he repeatedly slammed into your sweet spot.

You felt your eyes start to roll back, both your bodies moving at an uneven pace, "Cum for me, Joey. You did so good tonight, let it go," you whimpered in his ear.

"Oh, fuck," he hissed, "'Fuck, fuck. I f- forgot a condom, baby. W- where-,".

"In me," you moaned. "Cum in me, it's okay," you whined, your bundle of nerves begging for release as you felt Joe's cock thrust into your core with an intensity he could only display in front of you.

"Y/N," he whimpered, his cock stilling inside you after one final, rough thrust that caused your legs to shake. "Ahh, fuck," he hissed, throwing his head back against the headrest as his warm release filled your dripping core, the feeling of him filling you was something he could never get over. It made him feel so damn good, and you just loved to feel him inside you, any way shape, and form.

"Oh, fuck," you screamed, gripping his shoulders again as you guided yourself along his cock, "I- I'm-,".

"I've got you," he moaned, opening his eyes and briefly staring at the ceiling before looking back down at you and the way your lip was between your teeth, your eyes were screwed shut, and how your hair was sticking to your skin from the thin layer of sweat on your body.

He moved his hand down to your slick entrance, his thumb finding your clit, and all it took was a few seconds for you to come crashing down on his body. The expert movement of his skillful hands wasn't just useful on the football field. Hell, they might have been best used on you and not on the ball he throws every day. "Joe!" you screamed, falling into his chest as your core rhythmically clenched around his shaft, a wave of pleasure crashing over you while you felt your release drip onto his lap.

"God, I'm fucking obsessed with you," he mumbled as he peppered kisses around your neck, up your jaw, and to your mouth as you chanted his name over and over.

A few seconds later, you caught your breath, "Holy shit," you panted, your legs still shaking from your high as your body fell limp against his. "Fuck, that was...,".

He chuckled lowly, "Hot? Intense? Sweet?" his voice raspy in your ear as his hand slid up and down your back, tracing invisible shapes into your skin.

"Precisely," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his muscular chest. "Happy Halloween, babe. Hope you enjoyed your treat,".

He tilted your chin up, catching your gaze with that soft, unguarded look that always melted you. “Happy Halloween, baby. Thanks for tonight,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you close again. As you snuggled against him, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek. His hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "You gave me the treat of a lifetime tonight. In more ways than just one," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I’ll never forget it,".

"I love you," you mumbled.

"I love you too," he smiled, dropping another kiss on your forehead before getting lost in your warmth.

"You know...since you're pretty comfortable with Halloween now...next year, we should throw our own Halloween Party at the house for everyone," you smiled against his chest.

Joe snapped his eyes open, "Woahh, baby steps," he laughed.

You couldn't help but smile, knowing just how far you'd come in the quest to make Mr. Anti-Halloween, Mr. Pro-Halloween. "Alright, alright," you teased, giving his chest a playful tap, "But we'll see what the future holds. Maybe you'll be the one planning it next year,".

His laughter vibrated through his chest, and he tightened his arms around you, his smile so soft and content. "You’ve already got me wrapped around your finger. I’ll do whatever you want, baby" he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"Good," you beamed. "I've already got your costume for next year in mind,".

"And what is it?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

You bit your lip and hid your face in his chest again before saying, "I know you said for our eyes only...but...I wanna see you in it as many times as I can,".

"Nope," he shook his head, already knowing what you were going to say. "No way in hell,".

"Yessss," you giggled while patting his chest. "You'd look so fucking sexy, I think every girl in Ohio would drop to their knees,".

Joe playfully rolled his eyes, "You know what? Fine. I'll wear the Joker costume, but only on one condition," he said.

"Okay, I'm listening," you nodded, your excitement bubbling beneath your skin already.

He smirked as he leaned down to level his mouth with your ear, "We repeat what we just did, right now," he rasped. "Right now, maybe again tomorrow night, and after we do the whole 'our eyes only' thing, and maybe make it a Halloween tradition and do this all over again next year,".

You gently leaned up, pressing your lips to his before saying, "Deal, Joker," then feeling his hands wrap around your hips and flip you over on the bed.

--the end--

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propertyofwicked · 5 months ago

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BEST FRIEND - LN

part 2 to faking an interest!

f1 grid x platonic!reader, lando x reader SMAU

icl the dates and replies on the tweets are wrong but i cba to change them

masterlist the playlist

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maxfewtrell i thought i saw trees dying and the sky going dark - makes sense now

⤷ ynusername you love me really

⤷ maxfewtrell id love you more if you stopped eating my cereal

username1 lando looks so good here

⤷ username2 the book boyfriend lean omg

⤷ username3 and what if i day delicious followed by a series of loud barking? then what?

⤷ yourusername im gonna politely ask you to put your phone down and think about your digital footprint

⤷ yourusername but i see the vision

landonorris my no.1 fan

⤷ yourusername omg! landon norrizz can i get your autograph?!?!?!

⤷ username4 dont do it - she'll sell it on ebay

⤷ yourusername and ill do it with pride

pietra.pilao i missed you so much beautiful girl

⤷ yourusername and now you're never getting rid of me i love you

⤷ maxfewtrell do i get a say or...?

⤷ pietra.pilao no <3

⤷ landonorris lol sucks to suck maxfewtrell

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username5 ....soft launch?

⤷ username6 is it logan?

⤷ username5 why would it be? she always post his face

⤷ username5 looks more like lando honestly

⤷ username7 and she is in london with him and max f rn

⤷ username6 aren't they just friends though?

maxfewtrell that better not be what i think it is

⤷ maxfewtrell that better not be my cereal

⤷ yourusername and what if it is?

⤷ maxfewtrell ill fight you

⤷ yourusername timbers? shivered ✔️

username8 trying so hard not to be delusional about this

⤷ username6 try harder <3

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yourusername williams should add me to their payroll the amount of time i spend here

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username11 girly got her degree and said fuck it im a wag now

⤷ yourusername im literally just a girl

mclaren hey i thought we agreed you were a papaya now 😟

⤷ yourusername sorry admin this american dude asked me to tie his shoelaces for him and now im trapped

⤷ logansargeant i can tie my own shoelaces thank you

⤷ alex_albon true, he just wanted to make sure you werent spilling williams secrets to the enemy

⤷ yourusername secrets? like what? how to forget to pack a spare chassis?

⤷ logansargeant yn we spoke about this.

⤷ username5 yn being the biggest logan sargeant defender is so real.

username4 her and logan are so cute together

⤷ yourusername no <3

⤷ yourusername but i admire your confidence to type this out, read it and still hit send <3

⤷ logansargeant ouch?

landonorris come back tf?

⤷ yourusername what can you offer me that williams cant?

⤷ landonorris we have cookies

⤷ yourusername so do williams

⤷ oscarpiastri mark’s here

⤷ yourusername MAHRK WIBBAH?? omw

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yourusername P2? P2! goodbye mclaren silly szn

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yourusername p.s i have never been so soaked in my life

⤷ landonorris bet.

⤷ yourusername i meant the rain but sure that works too

⤷ username5 i love this friendship hehe

mclaren 🧡

⤷ yourusername admin im choosing you over the bear.

landonorris 🧡

⤷ yourusername slay, if i may

username4 no logan or alex comment :(

⤷ username3 she watched from the mclaren garage too 😟

⤷ username18 bet shes sick of watching logan dnf every week

⤷ yourusername i love and support all of my friends equally! my comment section is not the space for you to spread negative messages about them. thanks!

username14 “i love my friends equally” only posts about lando?

⤷ username7 she posts about oscar too - let her live

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yourusername lando this is so cryptic

username11 are they together or...?

⤷ username10 nah they just friends i think

oscarpiastri i lost something once :'(

⤷ logansargeant same

⤷ oscarpiastri get your own struggle

username8 i need a friendship as close as theirs

lilymhe the cutest <3

⤷ lando.jpg thank you

⤷ lilymhe i meant yn and you know it

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yourusername guys i dont know how to make this any more obvious

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logansargeant you are so down bad it's painful

⤷ yourusername am not

⤷ lilymhe well you had me fooled

⤷ francisca.cgomes consider me baffled

⤷ landonorris i have it printed out ✋

oscarpiastri just two best friends

⤷ yourusername dont encourage them

⤷ landonorris HAHA your best friend is MY girlfriend

⤷ oscarpiastri trust me ive heard - mclaren can we have thicker walls please

⤷ danielricciardo do they still high five each other when they finish?

⤷ oscarpiastri they've transitioned to a full handshake

⤷ yourusername LIES. DEFAMATION. MY LAWYER WILL BE IN CONTACT.

username7 wdym it was right in front of us all along?

⤷ yourusername should've gone to specsavers

#formula 1 #lando norris #mclaren #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris smut #lando smut #lando x reader #f1 smau #f1 grid x reader #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #propertyofwicked #lando norris smau

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weird-is-life · 3 months ago

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rockstar!peter finding readers ig and following her or smth

Hiii, lovely🥰ty for this cute request, I'm sorry it took so long, sorry this is not very good lmao. Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Peter is a hopeless (and dramatic) romantic, swear words, fluff, (0.8k)

Peter doesn't even remember the last time he had a real, serious crush on somebody. Like rockstars probably shouldn't even have crushes like that. His band mates would joke that it's very unrockstar-like.

But.....

Peter is and always has been a hopeless romantic. Even before the band's fame had started to rise. So it's safe to say that Peter is down bad.

When you don't text him after one day and then two days and then three days, Peter goes insane.

He ends up thinking that you either read his letter and ignored it or that you threw the paper away. In his hopeful spirits, he chooses to believe in the latter option.

And that's how he somehow ends up scrolling through the endless hashtag of the concert. He hopes that you or at least one of your friends tagged a photo or a video or something so he can somehow text you.

After what feels like endless search Peter almost gives up. He searches all the possible hashtags of the event, and doesn't find anything.

He gets close to just throwing his phone across the room, and leaving it there when he finally finds you.

It's you. But the photo isn't under any hashtags. The venue where the concert was held reblogged your friends post, and that's how Peter found it.

It's a photo of you and your two friends smiling big in front of the main stage. You look as pretty as Peter remembers, but something else catches his attention.

You are wearing the shirt. His shirt! And somehow Peter's stomach does some things that he didn't even think were possible. Butterflies only get worse as he looks at the picture again.

To Peter's insane luck your friend did tag you in the photo, but..... You have a private profile.

"Shit," Peter groans loudly. He doubts you will accept his request if you have indeed ignored the paper.

He contemplates whether he should just move on or whether he should click the request button.

Peter doesn't get the choice to decide as he accidentally clicks on the request button with a part of his hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he quickly locks the phone, and throws it away from him.

"She's gonna block me," Peter murmurs to himself, and runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Peter puts his face in his palms in despair, praying that the earth would just swallow him.

Peter doesn't know how long he stays in that position until a loud sound of a new notification bolts him upright.

He reaches for his phone with a slightly shaky hands. He manages to unlock his phone on like a fourth try after saying to himself, " fucking hell, Peter. Get it together."

The notification indeed came from you. You accepted his request along with a text.

The text says, "Did you give me a fake number?" You ask with an attached picture of the paper he gave you.

Peter's heart literally stops. He feels like such an idiot, like the biggest idiot that has ever walked this Earth actually.

No, he didn't give you a fake number. And no you didn't ignore his letter. And no you didn't throw the paper away.

Peter just doesn't seem to know his own phone number. Stupid stupid stupid. I guess, Peter in such a hurry to write that letter for you wrote one number from his phone number wrong.

Peter doesn't think he has ever written a text as quickly as he has now. He types an apology along with the correct phone number, and hopes you will forgive him and his poor memory.

He notices that you open his text, but you don't respond. He waits for your response for like 5 minutes (loosing his shit may I add), already thinking that you are gonna ghost him.

But of course, you aren't. You thought that Peter, a huge upcoming rockstar, gave you a fake number just to mess with you.

So when you finally tried sending him a message, and it didn't send through, you were gutted to say the least. You drank your silly little crush away with your two best friends and a bottle of wine.

Already thinking of how much a fool you've been for thinking that he'd actually give his number to you.

So to say the least you definitely didn't expect a follow request from him the morning after.

Still slightly hungover from the wine, you accept the request and send him the texts.

When he responds with an apology, and allegedly the right phone number you are a bit hesitant to message him again.

After thinking it through quickly, you message him," Is this really Peter this time?"

He responds almost immediately with a photo of him having a big smile on his face. More than beyond happy that you aren't ghosting him.

And safe to say that your friends are even more happy once they wake up and hear it. Celebratory wine being opened once again.

And so are you. You are very excited to get to know Peter. And for him to get to know you.

#rockstar!peter #rockstar!peter parker #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x fem!reader #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader

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unluckilyimnot · 2 months ago

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18 + 11 fluff for Sakura (wb) and Narumi (kn8)

18 Warming their hands with the other's body + 11 "tell me you love me" with sakura and narumi

note: thank you sm for participating ! I loved doing this one sm I'm sorry it took this long. My best friend came to visit me for like a year and then I got sick. But I'm back at it !

m.list | rules | from this

Sakura really likes it when you come along with him when he has to patrol with his friends. He knows that's your way of telling him you'll always be by his side and he definitely appreciates it – even if he hates it when you get caught in a fight because of that. Thankfully, it doesn't happen that much. What he doesn’t appreciate on the other hand is that you tag along even during winter when you’re a rather cold person – by that, understand that you can’t warm yourself up to save your life. Which gets him really worried when you follow him around outside for hours sometimes.

As he usually walks faster than you, he slows down his pace constantly to keep you next to him and can’t help but keep asking if you’re alright, not too cold. Also nagging you about staying inside so you’ll be better, all of that with a subtle blush and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or the fact that he’s actively showing how much he cares about you. But you like it, a lot. It makes you feel loved.

Even if you keep on reassuring him that you're fine, there’s always a frown on his face – he never believes you. He wished you could just wait for him inside, at Koroha’s place. But you almost never listen and it gets him nervous about your well being. The second he catches a glance of you rubbing your hands together, you are done.

“You’re cold,” he states in a sigh. That’s not even a question and you can’t tell him overwise when you just got caught. In the rush, and making sure the others aren’t looking, he takes both your hands in his before rubbing them together gently, in hope to bring back some warmth to you.

There’s a flustered smile on your lips when he brings them close to his mouth to blow warm air to be more efficient. Your hands are deadly cold yet he never frowned or jolted at the coldness, only caring about how you must feel.

“We should take you back to Kotoha to wait for us,” he speaks again, thinking to himself. You shake your head in answer.

“That’s not necessary, I'm fine really.” You’re ruse to being cold like this all the time, but that’s not something that works with him.

“I’d rather know you in a warm place anyway…” he’s shy when he answers you back, looking away from your eyes but that’s why you know how much he means it.

“Tell me you love me without telling me you love me,” you giggle to yourself, already thinking about your friends reaction when you’ll talk about this to them.

“What ?”

“Nothing,” you add, kissing his frozen nose to make sure to fluster him. “I’ll go back there alone, don't worry about me. Meet me later.” He’s puzzled but still nods at you, still trying to understand what you said.

He’s reluctant to let you leave alone, because he’s just like that now, but you only got to sigh for him to let you go anyway.

Narumi hates having you around on his day off, you're already in his team, why would you stay with him even though you're both supposed to take some rest? In fact, it's not that he doesn't like having you around – he loves you, you're his lover. The real problem is that you're a pain in the ass when he wants to play ; you're always making dumb comments while laying on his back, rolling around on and off of him, making him miss half of the time. You were playing with his nerves on purpose and honestly he was seriously thinking about banning you from his room.

“Narumiiii,” you whined, still on his back with your face nuzzled in it so far he could barely understand what you were saying. “I'm cold and you're ignoring me.”

“Take a blanket and shut up, I'm gonna win this.” He said, on edge because of his turn not going as well as he wished it would.

He heard you leave, with a small sigh before feeling your body move a little and thought to himself that he was finally free. Until he felt your cold as ice fingers lingering around his waist, inside his shirt. He squealed at the sudden and terrible feeling and stood up on his knees before you could do anything about it.

Your laughter filled the room at his high pitch scream and you couldn't help but cuddle up closer to his back while he was fighting to get you off his back.

“You're really annoying you know that! Get away !” He yelled at you, making you laugh again.

“Maybe you just shouldn't ignore me,” you suggested, gripping on to him like for dear life. He sighs deeply and stops moving around.

“Fine, let go.” He was resigned, you could tell, so you let go of him and wasn't that surprised when he sat back up, pulled another blanket he was resting on and patted the space between his legs.

A dumb, happy smile shows on your face and you rush in, nesting yourself where you like it the most, against him and with his arms around you. He could tell you were satisfied and to be frank, he was too. It always feels nice to have you close, even if he acts like it bothers him.

“Say Narumi,” you started, laying your head against his chest. “I know I'm annoying but, tell me you love me.” He sighs at your stupid words.

“I wouldn't bother if I didn't love you.” he finally said, leaving a kiss in your hair before returning to his now lost turn.

#wind breaker imagines #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #wind breaker (sarotu nii)#sakura x reader #sakura haruka x reader #sakura haruka fluff #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 headcanon #narumi x reader #narumi gen #narumi gen x reader

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accio-victuuri · 3 months ago

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all the cpn for wyb’s 27th birthday part two 🎉💕

oh hello there. we are now on part ii of this clowning session and i’m gonna just put this here because i think it speaks for itself. p1 is xz’s bday post from last year and p2 is bobo’s for this year. see the similarities? the composition of the shot, their silhouette and it’s like you can’t see anything for miles. they really have the same braincell. twin flames. i’m sure wyb must have much cooler shots of himself with all the places he’s been and what he’s done. why not him car racing? or photos from his time abroad? playing tennis? why this?

and that emoji he used, it’s like yeah i’m cool and also joking with xz. look, my photo looks like yours from last year gege 😎

we don’t even have to try and reach that much, it’s literally in our face. it’s so szd!

now let’s look at the other much less obvious clues

the yibo-official short video. i was honestly expecting a photoset from them at 10 or 10:30 but i was wrong lol. i’m surprised they posted at 11:55, cause we are sensitive with 55. i have to say that it’s so cuteeee and i like the details that were magnified. also the probability of yibo spending his special day camping and enjoying himself is giving me so much joy! ^^

but who do we know also spent their bday last year camping? with his literal cake in a camping theme?

i mean.. come on! why is it always them? 😂😂😂 there just too many coincidences. it has always been their thing but coming up as themes for this bday is next level.

what seems to be a snowy mountain at the back? 👀

let’s add some more observations.

the panther who seems to be singing and on a swing which is a nice addition! hahahahahaha! the panther is supposed to be cool but singing makes it more real. the cake with green and red and the body looks to be yellow? what a nice combination! the helmet inside the tent! that reminds us of when xz gifted wyb a helmet. and the photo of wei ruolai! it’s a common cpn that xz really likes the character of lai lai <3

EDIT: there are also 27 fallen leaves! 🍃 kinda like the 29 light bulbs in GG’s bday art before. this level of detail is something else!

lastly, i will talk about this tag. right now as of writing, it’s #3 on entertainment HS. which is really high considering we are competing with hundred flowers award and olympics tags.

i don’t think this is the time to get technical on what age is who blah blah blah blah. it’s already there. i can see a certain group of people foaming at the mouth because of this, but if they are so angry, then maybe they can work harder in posting for the other bday tag. anyway, i see this one as a really sweet tag. it’s been years and both of them have come a long way. the same also applies to the the fandom. 💛

yibo will grow up slowly and appreciate his life, xz will always be there beside him 🌸

P.S: PART ONE IS HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ IT YET ✨✌🏼

#KICKING CRYING SCREAMING #yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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guiltyasdave · 7 months ago

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another week, another round of fic recs :)

as always, if you read any of these and enjoy them, please remember to show the writers some love with comments or reblogs!

for a list of all my recs ever, go here!

i'll sort the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be your cup of tea.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

dave york

unveiled by @punkshort ❤️‍🔥🤍

riddles by @yxtkiwiyxt 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

dave york & marcus pike

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

dieter bravo

fruiton drabble (don’t ask lmao) by @ozarkthedog 💘

din djarin

take me to church by @frannyzooey 💘❤️‍🔥

frankie morales

date night by @artsy-girl-76 💘

do me yourself by @undercoverpena 💘❤️‍🔥

joel miller

what matters by @pedroshotwifey ❤️‍🔥

soil in the lines of their palms by @5oh5 💘❤️‍🔥

whatever you want by @ace-turned-confused ❤️‍🔥

not in rivers, but in drops by @sin-djarin 💘🤍

high infidelity by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

like real people do by @mrsmando 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

you’re gonna go far by @mrsmando 💘

chokehold by @hellishjoel ❤️‍🔥

july by @psychedelic-ink (featuring tess) ❤️‍🔥

flesh and metal by @swiftispunk ❤️‍🔥

ruined! by @gutsby ❤️‍🔥

daddy’s girl by @fungal-rot 💘

helen by @kiwisbell 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤

marcus pike

raining in baltimore by @schnarfer 💘🤍

my own writing

delicate - modern!oberyn martell x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥

#weekly fic recs #pedro pascal #joel miller #din djarin #frankie morales #dave york #dieter bravo #marcus pike #oberyn martell

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bteezxyewriter12 · 22 days ago

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Wake Up

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.7k

Includes- Waking up Yoongi- dangerous lol, fingering, cock riding, pussy eating, face riding, cum eating, 69, blow job, deepthroating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000 @amyz78 @blueie-things

Masterlists- check out for more fics

📝Masterlists 📝BTS Masterlist 📝Yoongi Masterlist

Hobi POV

“Are you guys for real?”, Joanne asks incredulously

“Uh yeah”, Jungkook nods

“No way”

“Yes”, Jimin insists

“You’re all seriously scared of him?”

“Yeah Jo, he’s fucking scary”, I add

“I can’t believe it. You’re all scared to wake up Yoongi?”, she cracks up

“Yeah it’s not funny. Waking him up is like a death wish”, Namjoon says seriously

“I really can’t with you all”, she laughs

Joanne’s been my best friend since she moved to Korea from the U.S. when we were 13

We just clicked and stayed friends after high school

She’s been with me through everything for BTS

She convinced me to go back when I quit before our debut

She’s really good friends with the guys too

“Hey. He’s scary ok. He glares at you and yells when you wake him up”, Jin argues

“Oh my god”, she rolls her eyes, “I’ve woken him up before and he’s never yelled or been mean to me”

“Yeah that’s because-”, Tae starts

“It’s you Jo. You’re so nice he can’t yell at you. None of us can”, I cut Tae off, glaring at him

“Uh yea. That’s what I was gonna say Hoseok”, Tae answers

Yoongi doesn’t get mad at Joanne because he has a thing for her

I don’t know what it is about her or how much he feels for her but he never gets mad at her

He gets really shy around her and I always catch him looking at her

He says yes to anything she asks him, which isn’t much but he does whatever she wants

He’s even gone clothes and make up shopping with her when none of us wanted to go

She was gonna go alone but he volunteered to go with her

He’s so whipped

And she has no clue

She thinks he’s just really nice and easy going

And Tae was gonna blow up his spot

I doubt Yoongi wants anyone to tell her about his thing for her

Unless it’s him

“So you’re just gonna let him sleep even though you need him for…..whatever it is you need him for?”

“Uh practice. We’re supposed to have another practice for the performance we have in two days”, Namjoon answers

She just shakes her head

“You guys are crazy. I’ll wake him up.”, she says

Which is what we all want

He’ll be fine if she wakes him up

“Uh are you sure?”, Jungkook asks

“Yeah. He doesn’t yell at me. And if he does I’ll just yell back”, she shrugs

She’s not lying

She’s just as savage as him

And just as hard to wake up too

The times she’s slept over here, no one, not even Yoongi, wakes her up

We let her wake up on her own

“I’ll be back”, she says and walks towards his room

Once she’s out of earshot, Jimin sighs

“Thank god she’s going to wake him up. I didn’t want to lose rock, paper, scissors again”

“You could of just asked her and she’d say yes”, I point out

“Yeah but then she’d think we’re pussies”, Jungkook says

“She already does! You guys made it look like we are”, I answer

“Yeah well…shut up”, Jungkook says

I roll my eyes

“I guess we should get ready since he’ll be up soon”

“Yeah”

We all get up and go to our rooms to get ready

😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

J POV

I walk to Yoongi’s room

I can’t believe the guys are scared to wake him up

It’s ridiculous

Bunch of pussies

I open his door, walk in and close it

I’ve woken Yoongi up before so it’s not a problem

I walk closer to his bed

He’s laying on his side and he’s snuggled in his blankets

He’s so beautiful

I’m so head over heels in love with him

He’s just perfect

I love his personality

I love how hard working he is and he’s gorgeous and sexy

His voice is amazing, his smile is breath taking

And his eyes

Fuck me, I love his eyes

I love looking into them and just stare

But I don’t want him to know

Or anyone

He wouldn’t want me anyway

I’m nothing special

At all

I’m not an idol, I’m not particularly talented

I’m not Korean and I know the Korean ARMYS will have a huge problem with that

I’m just a boring teacher for four year olds

No one knows how I feel about him

Not even Hobi

I just keep it to myself

I can’t handle the rejection that would definitely happen

So I just love him silently

It’s fine

I’ve been ok so far

I sit at the edge of his bed and call him

“Yoongi. The guys need you.”

He doesn’t move at all

I reach over and shake his arm a little but nothing

I sigh

I reach out and touch his hair

It’s so soft and silky even with all the dye jobs they get

I run my fingers in his hair and call his name again, “Yoongi. You gotta wake up. The guys need you”

He grunts and moves a little

“Yoongi, c'mon. Wake up”, I say a little louder

He opens his eyes, tiredly

“The guys need you for practice”, I say, my hand still in his hair

He shakes his head

“Yeah Yoongi. You gotta get up”

He shakes his head again, then grabs my hand and pulls me to him

His lips touch mine in a kiss

Fireworks explode in my vision just from his kiss

His lips feels so soft, so smooth and so good

His tongue slides in and I moan when his touches mine

Shit

I need to cut it out

I have no clue what’s going on but he’s kissing me so I kiss him back

His shifts and I’m laying next to him, facing him and still kissing him

His arms go around my body, while mine go around his neck

He pulls me up against him and his body feels so hard, so solid against mine

I fucking love it

I feel his hand in my hair and he pulls, pulling my head back

His lips leave mine while he starts kissing my neck

Holy crap, it feels so fucking good

“Fuck”, I whimper

“I want you Joanne”, he says between kisses

Jesus, he’s saying exactly what I wanted for such a long time

“Please. I wanted you for so long. I promise I’ll make you feel so good. Please”, he pleads

Fuck yes, I want him

If this the only time I can be with him, I’m taking it

“Yeah Yoongi. I want you too. So much”

I feel him smile against my skin

He moves his hand down my body and hooks his fingers in my pants and panties

He slowly pulls them down and when he goes as far as he can, I use my legs to push them off the rest of the way

I can’t believe this is happening

It’s what I dreamed of for so long

Yoongi keeps kissing my neck, while he opens my legs with his hand

He touches me and I fucking moan so loudly

“Fuck. So wet”, he murmurs

He starts moving his hand on my clit, playing

Pleasure shoots through my body

“Oh shit”, I cry

He moans and kisses my lips again

He slides his fingers inside and starts moving them

“Oh god, fuck Yoongi”

“Yeah baby”, he murmurs and his voice is such a turn on

He puts his thumb back on my clit and plays with it while he keeps moving his fingers in and out

God it’s so fucking good

He’s so good with his fingers

“I want you to cum”, he whispers in my ear

Holy shit

He’s getting me so fucking close

“Please jagi. For me”

He flicks my clit and his fingers go in the right spot

“Fuck Yoongi!”, I moan, coming on his fingers and my body shaking

I haven’t done anything sexual in a long time and it feels so good

He pulls his fingers out and whispers, “I want you on me so bad jagi. Please. I want to be inside you”

Him begging is such a turn on too and I instantly get so wet again

“Yeah baby ok. I want that too”, I answer

I get up and push him on his back, kissing him

I move down and pull his pants and boxers off

Jesus, mother of god, his cock is fucking huge

I’m going to have so much fun with him right now

I climb on him and swing one leg over his body

I lean over him and kiss him

Then I slide down his cock, reveling in the feel of him opening my pussy

Oh fuck he feels so good

So fucking hard, so thick and so big

He fits perfectly

“God Joanne, oh god, oh god, yeah”, he moans loudly

I slowly start moving up and down, listening to his cries of pleasure

I steadily move faster and harder every time I come down on him

“God Yoongi, you feel so good”, I whimper

He sits up, while I keep moving and pulls me for a kiss

Then he pulls my shirt up and off

Reaching around me, he undoes my bra in a second and throws it somewhere in his room

I suddenly feel his mouth on my nipple and it makes me so wet

“Fuck yes Jo. God you’re fucking soaking my cock jagi. You feel so goddamn good”

I moan from his words

Looking down I watch him suck on my nipples and it makes me so much more horny, my pussy leaking around his cock

After a few minutes, he lets go and I manage to get his shirt off

My god he’s fucking beautiful

My perfect everything

“God Yoongi, you’re fucking perfect. You’re so beautiful. And so fucking sexy”

“No I’m not. I’m nothing compared to you Jo. You’re fucking gorgeous. Fucking amazing.”

I snort

Yeah right

I like hearing him say that but it’s not true

“Jagi, look at me right now”, he demands

I stop moving and look at him

He reaches up and puts one hand in my hair, his other on my cheek

“You are so beautiful and you don’t even fucking know it. Your smile takes my breath away and makes me happy. You’re eyes jagi. God they’re my favorite physical thing about you. They’re so gorgeous. Everything about you is fucking amazing. Don’t ever think you’re not because you are”

He’s surprising me so much today

Looking in his eyes, I know he actually feels like that

I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that Min, Yoongi, Suga from BTS, who is around gorgeous idols all the time, thinks I’m beautiful

Mind blown

I blush, “Thanks Yoongi. You’re beautiful too baby. I meant it when I said it. It’s so funny that you said my eyes are your favorite thing about me because your eyes are my favorite things about you. Physically at least. And I absolutely love your smile. When I see it, it makes my day better”

He smiles at me

“Fuck”, I breath, looking at him

I lean to him and kiss him

“I’m so lucky I can be with you”

“I’m the lucky one. I’m lucky you want me jagi. Do you know how much the guys want you? But I’m happy it’s me you want”

What?

The guys?

No way

What?

“Yeah Jo. They all want you. Even Hobi. But you’re with me and I’m so happy”, he smiles

He really is the perfect man

I kiss him passionately and he kisses me back, his hands running up my body and into my hair

He’s still hard and he’s still inside me, so I start moving again, bouncing up and down

My pussy is so wet, his cock makes a pretty squelching sound as I pull him inside me

“Ffff….fuck jagi. You feel good”, he groans

His eyes watch me ride him, his hands roaming all over my body, feeling so good

As I take his hard cock in again, I grind his head against my spot, bliss rushing in my body

My god the pleasure is so fucking amazing

I feel another orgasm coming

“Yeah Jo. Cum jagi”, he asks

Fuck

“Yes, Yoongi, yes!”, I yell, clenching his cock tightly and coming on him, stars bursting in my vision from the pure pleasure

He sits up, kissing my chest and my shoulders while I cum, holding me close to him

I don’t stop moving

I want him to cum too

But Yoongi lifts me off him by my hips

Before I can say anything, he lifts me up and lays down putting me over his mouth

Christ, he’s so strong

He puts his mouth on my pussy and starts to lick with his tongue

“Oh my fuck!”, I shout

His tongue is fucking amazing

I look down and watch him

His eyes are closed and he’s making moaning sounds

His arms are around my legs and holding them open

He’s so fucking hot

He moves his tongue and licks my clit over and over, making me tremble and yell

“My jagi likes it there huh?”, he teases

“Yes naekkeo. Yes. I like anything you do”, I groan

“Good. I like doing everything jagi”

He puts his tongue on my clit then closes his mouth and starts sucking

“Oh god Yoongi fuck”

His hands start moving all over me- my legs, my thighs, my ass, my sides, my stomach

And he keeps slurping on my clit, the sound so erotic

“Yes Yoongi don’t stop. Oh shit please don’t stop.”

He keeps going and I’m right fucking there

He sucks hard and I cum, screaming loudly, “Yoongi. Yes. Yoongi!”

He keeps licking and I hear him moan, “Jesus, tastes so good”

Seriously?

He likes it?

“You taste so fucking good”, he whimpers

Fuck

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Yoongi POV

She moans after I tell her how good she tastes

She really fucking does

I can eat her out all day

I don’t fucking know how this happened

How I ended up being with her

I woke up to her voice calling me

I felt her fingers in my hair and I opened my eyes to her gorgeous face

And I just wanted to kiss her

So I did

I’m so tired of pretending I don’t love her. I love her so much

I’m so fucking in love

She’s all I think about

I never felt like this for anyone

I’m so fucking whipped for her and we’re not even together

I just want her, just once if that’s all I can get

She climbs off me

“Hey!”, I protest, “I want more”

“I want you”, she answers and licks her lips

Oh fuck that’s so hot

I nod, “Ok. Come here”

She comes over and I grab her, moving her into the 69 position

I still want to lick her and she wants me so it’s the perfect solution

I instantly feel her take all of me in her mouth and pleasure explodes in my body

I feel myself slide down her mouth in her throat

How is she not choking?

Not that I’m fucking gigantic or anything but most girls usually gag or choke if they deepthroat someone

She starts moving her head and sucking

“Oh shit”, I moan

She’s so good with her mouth

And she’s still not gagging

Shit, that turns me on so much more

Looking at her pussy, I see she’s wet again and I want her

I pull her to my mouth and lick her

She shivers over me and I love it

It’s so hard to concentrate because of what her mouth is doing to me, licking me up and down

“God damn fuck”, I yell

She giggles

It’s so fucking cute

“My Yoongi likes it?”

Her Yoongi?

Hell yeah, I’ll be her Yoongi

“Fuck yeah jagi”, I answer

“Good”

She starts sucking on my head and jerking me off with her hand

The pleasure is fucking immense

I go back to her and lick her clit

She fucking loves it there

She moans loudly on my cock and it feels fucking good

“Oh god baby girl”, I moan

Taking her clit in my mouth, I suck on her

God she tastes so good

I love my tongue on her

Pleasure shoots all over when she starts licking the underside of my head

It’s fucking really sensitive there and it feel fucking amazing

I can cum so easily from being pleasured there

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re cock got so fucking hard when I lick you there”

“Don’t stop jagi, please don’t stop”, I beg her

She kisses my head, “Don’t worry Yoongi I won’t. I like making you feel good”

Fuck she’s the best

Feeling her tongue slide on that area makes me shake and all my nerves are on fire

I’m trying to eat her out too, but I can’t do it well because I can’t do anything but feel what she’s doing to me

I lick her but I have to stop again

She licks that spot again and I fucking lose it

“Oh fuck, Joanne, fuck”, I shout, coming hard down her throat

As soon as I start to cum, she slides all of me in her mouth again and starts sucking

“Oh my god!”, I yell

I feel her swallow over and over and it feels so good on me

As soon as I finish, I pull her to my mouth again and suck on her clit

She screams on my cock since I’m still in her mouth

God I love it

She takes me out of her mouth and puts her forehead on my thigh

“God baby”, she moans, her hands clutching my thighs tightly

Fuck, I want her to cum

Letting go of her clit, I slide my tongue up and down her wet pussy

She starts to shake and I know she’s closer

Stopping, I kiss her pussy and she moans

“C'mon jagi”

Another kiss

“I want you to cum”

I kiss her again

“You’re so good and I want to taste you again”

“Shit Yoongi”

“So cum for me”

“Yes Yoongi. Yes”, she agrees, “Please, I want your tongue on me baby. I love it baby”

Fuck hearing her beg is hot

Putting my tongue on her, I wait

“Yoongi! Please!”, she begs

Fuck her legs are shaking so much

Finally, I move my tongue, sliding up and she fucking explodes

“Yoongi”, she screams, “Yoongi ahhh fuck”

Yes

I taste her as she cums and I moan from how good she is

Holding her hips, I keep her on my mouth, licking everything and fucking loving it

“Yoongi oh fuck”, she yells

Yes

Fuck yes

I let her go when she finishes and she climbs off, laying next to me

I turn to her and kiss her

She puts her arms around me, pulling me closer

“You taste so good Yoongi”, she whispers to me

Oh my god

“I…uh…really?”

“Yeah Yoongi. I’ve never uh…swallowed before but I just love the way you taste and I wanted to. And you’re so good”, she murmurs, kissing my cheek, then my jaw

Jesus Christ, she’s trying to kill me

And making me hard

She kisses me down my neck and her lips feel so good on my skin

“I love how pale you are Yoongi. You’re so beautiful baby”

Fuck she makes me feel so good

Even with just words

No one has ever said anything like that to me or been as affectionate as she’s being

She runs her hands up and down my body, touching my chest, stomach, my back and arms

Her hands on me feel amazing

I want to tell her how much I love her But I can’t

I’m too scared

Her hands go lower and she palms my hard on

“Again Yoongi?”, she giggles

“Yeah”, I say shyly

“Ok naekkeo. I want you again too”

Thank god

I want her on top of me but I’m nervous to ask her

She kisses me again, her tongue sliding in my mouth and feeling so good

I just need to ask her

“Jo, uh, can you…”, I trail off

“Can I what naekkeo? Just ask me”, she encourages

‘Just do it’, I tell myself

“Can you uh ride me again? I uh really love it and I can see you and you look so fucking hot and uh…”

She smiles at me and my heart bursts with love

“Yeah Yoongi. Ok”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and smile at her

“Fuck you’re smile Yoongi. I love it”, she blushes

I can’t help but keep smiling and pull her to me for a kiss

She pushes me on my back while she kisses me and climbs on top of me

She sits up and slowly sinks down on my cock, her tight cunt opening just for me

“Yes Joanne. Oh god. Yes”, I yell

God she feels so good

So tight on me

So fucking wet

She gets all of me in and my hands automatically go on her hips

“I’m gonna make you feel so good Yoongi”

I fucking know she is

I have no fucking doubt

She slides up my cock, then back down, pleasure exploding all over me and I yell from the feeling

“Yeah baby. I love hearing you”, she moans

Fuck

I don’t usually make too much noise but she’s making me feel so good I can’t help it And if she likes it, I’m gonna give it to her

I don’t care how I sound

Not with her

I’m not embarrassed

I want her to know she’s making me feel amazing

She keeps moving and every time she moves harder and faster

“Fuck Joanne, you’re fucking amazing. You make me feel so good”

She smiles at me

She’s so fucking breathtaking

She moves up and I feel her tighten on my head, so fucking tight and then she slides down

“Oh fuck! Oh shit!”, I scream

The pleasure I’m feeling just fucking shot though the roof

“Jagi, oh my god, you feel so fucking good. Fuck”

“Hmmmm”, she cries

I watch her and my breath is knocked from my lungs

She’s looking down at me, her hair over one shoulder, and she’s biting her lower lip

I feel her pussy squeezing me

She’s close and I want nothing more than for her to cum again

“I want you to cum on me jagi. Please Jo, I want it so bad”, I plead

I don’t care about begging her

It’s her and I feel safe with her

“Yoongi”, she moans

“Please jagi, cum on me”

I feel her get so fucking tight when she cums

“Yoongi oh god”, she screams

Her body shakes and her back arches

So fucking sexy

“Yes jagi, yes”, I yell too

God I love when she cums on me, it feels so good

She keeps moving on me, bouncing, her pretty boobs bouncing in my face

“Oh Yoongi, fuck yes, you feel good”

I want more

When she comes back down, I thrust up and slide in so deep

“Ohhhhh ffffuuuuccck!”, she cries

Yes

Fuck yes

“Scream for me jagi”, I ask

I keep slamming up in her and she screams with each thrust

God, I love her screaming

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi!”, she screams my name

She’s gripping my wrists that’s on her hips so tight

I keep thrusting in her cunt, splitting it wide open

I feel her clench on me over and over, so fucking tightly, sucking my cock inside her every time

She’s just shouting wordlessly and breathing hard

I want to get her to cum again

She stopped moving, so I lift her by her hips and slam her on me when I thrust up

“Again jagi, I want it again”

She moans

“Please Jo, please, cum on my cock. Now!”

“Yoongi!”

She cums so hard and I have to grab her to keep her from falling

“Good girl”, I yell, “Fuck my good girl”

“Yoongi”, she gasps, “Oh naekkeo”

“My good girl”, I moan

She starts slamming herself down on me again

The pleasure I’m feeling just fucking increases

She holds on my cock so tightly while she moves

Fuck I’m right there

She just has to move a little more

“Jagi, I’m…fuck…”

“Yes Yoongi. Cum baby. I want it”, she yells

Fuck, I want to cum so bad

“Jagi I…I…I wanna cum inside. Please Jo, c..ccccc….can I cum inside?”

“Yes Yoongi, fuck yes!”

She bounces again and fuck, that’s it

“Joanne, fuck, fuck”, I scream, holding her on me and releasing so fucking hard inside her, ecstasy blinding me

It’s the best orgasm I ever fucking had, the pleasure lasting for a little longer than normal

She’s leaning over me, her hands on my shoulders, trying to breath and her eyes are closed

“Come here Jo”, I call, when I finish

She opens her eyes and I lift her up, laying her next to me on the bed

I turn to her and cuddle into her side, laying my head on her chest

I’m so happy when she wraps her arms around me

I feel her hand slide in my hair

I love that, it feels good

I felt her playing with my hair when I was sleeping and I loved waking up to see it was her touching my hair

I close my eyes and just feel her arms around me

After a little while, she says, “Yoongi, the guys need you for practice”

I’m half asleep and just barely hear her

“Sleep”, I murmur

“Uh Yoongi-”

“No, Jo. Sleep. I want you. Stay with me”

I just want to stay in her arms

I don’t want to be anywhere else

Fuck practice

I finally have her with me

I want to stay with her as long as possible before I have to let her go again

“But they…”

“Please Jo. I love you.”

Fuck fuck

Why did I say that?

Why?

It’s because I’m half asleep and I just fucking blabbed

This is bad but I should just fucking admit it

No matter what I say now, her answer will be the same

Rejection here I come

“Uh Yoongi-”

“I love you Joanne. So much. I wish you loved me too”, I murmur

She’s silent

I don’t want to look at her and see the rejection she’s going to give me

“I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I wish you’d see me and want me too.”

“Yoongi I…”, she trails off

Here it comes

I brace myself

“Yoongi I do love you. In love with you. And I do want you”, she says quietly

My eyes snap open, I’m instantly awake

WHAT?

Is she for real?

Please don’t let her be joking

I can’t handle it if she’s joking

“I’m in love with you too”, I answer quietly

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it”, she whispers

I lift my head and look at her

She looks at me with wide eyes and I just spill everything

“Yeah Jo. For a long time. I’ve wanted you to be with me for a long time. I was so scared to tell you”

Her mouth drops

“Were….were you serious when you said you’re in love with me too?”, I ask quietly

I need to know if she’s serious

Because if she is then I’m making her mine right now

She nods immediately

“Yes Yoongi. I am. I love you so much. For a long time too. I uh was never going to tell you. I thought you’d never want me”

“Why not?”, I ask, completely confused

“Because I’m no one”

Is she fucking kidding?

She’s no one?

She’s so wrong

She doesn’t know she’s my everything

For years

“What? Yes you are”

“No I’m not. I’m not an idol. I’m not talented. I’m not Korean. I’m boring. Plain. Ordinary. I’m nothing special”, she answers

“Stop. You are special. To me. You don’t need to be any of those things. You just need to be you. That’s what I want. You. You’re everything to me.”

The shock in her eyes makes me sad and upset that she really thinks those things about herself

“You’re my everything too Yoongi. For so long and you didn’t know it”

Fuck I could of had her all along if I wasn’t such a scared baby

I’m gonna fix that right now

“Joanne, be with me. Be mine. I love you so much. All I want is you.”

“Yes Yoongi. Yes. I just want you”

Smiling, I kiss her lips softly

“Yoongi the guys still need you”, she says after the kiss

“I don’t care jagi. I want to nap with my girlfriend"

The smile on her face when I say that is beautiful and I love that I make her smile like that

“Can we?”, I ask

“Yea anything for my boyfriend”, she answers back

I feel a huge smile break on my face

I’m her boyfriend

This is what she probably felt when I called her my girlfriend

Like I’m on top of the world

She gives me a quick kiss, then lays her head back down

I lay my head back on her chest, loving being in her arms

She runs her fingers in my hair

It feels amazing and I’m starting to get really sleepy

“I love you”, she whispers to me

I hug her tighter

“I love you”, I tell her

I finally fall asleep with the girl that I love

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Hobi POV

“Where the fuck did she go?”, Jin demands

“It’s been almost an hour”, Tae complains

We’ve all been waiting in the living room watching some movie that’s playing on the tv

Joanne should of been able to get Yoongi up by now

“Go check Hoseok. She might be having a hard time getting him up”

“Aw c'mon, why me?”, I whine

“Because she’s your best friend dummy. And I don’t want to be anywhere near Yoongi when he wakes up”, Namjoon answers

“Fine”, I grumble and get up

Fucking ridiculous

I get to his room and open the door

“Holy shit”, I gasp

When did this happen?

How did we not hear this?

Joanne is still in his room

But she’s asleep

And Yoongi is laying on top of her, on her chest

Asleep too

And they’re both naked

Her arms are around him, one around his neck, the other in his hair

One of his arms is around her body and I know his other is too

The blanket is pushed down, just barely covering them

I just stare with my mouth dropped open

They…

What…

How?

When?

They had….then laid down…..and fell asleep

I can’t wrap my head around this

I see Yoongi move and I quickly hide behind the door

Shit, I forgot to close it

Hopefully they won’t notice

“Yoongi?”, I hear her call groggily, “Where are you going?”

“No where jagi, I’m just moving”, he says sleepily

Jagi?

Did he really call her jagi?

He always said he would never call his girlfriend any cute pet names

But he’s calling her jagi

I can’t

“Naekkeo”, she whines

What the fuck is going on?

She’s calling him naekkeo?

Are they together?

“Come here jagi”, Yoongi calls

I hear them moving around

Then, “Go back to sleep jagi. I love you”

Oh my god, no fucking way

He loves her?

I thought it was just a thing he had for her

Like a crush

I had no idea he was in love

“I love you naekkeo”, she answers

I’m so shocked

She’s my best friend and she never even hinted that she felt this way for him

Why didn’t she tell me?

I would of helped her

It’s quiet for a few minutes

Then I dare to move to close the door and I pray they’re asleep

I glance back in as I close the door

She's cuddling into Yoongi’s side with her head on his chest and her body half on him

They’re both holding each other so tightly

‘Holy fuck’, I think ask I close the door

I’m jealous but I’m happy that they found each other especially since they love each other

I walk back into the living room

“Well?”, Jimin asks annoyed

“Yeah, he’s not coming”, I answer

“What? He has to”, Jin argues

“He’s asleep”, I say

“The fuck Hoseok? He’s getting up right now”, Namjoon yells, getting up

“I uh wouldn’t go to his room”

“Why not?”

“Because he uh and Joanne are asleep”

“What? She’s sleeping too? She was supposed to get him up!”, Jungkook exclaims

“Yeah well uh I guess she got tired”

“From what? Walking to his room?”, Tae says sarcastically

“Uh no”

“Hoseok what the fuck? What aren’t you saying? Just tell us”

This is so not what I want to do

I don’t want to tell them

“They uh…they’re sleeping…uh…without any clothes on”

Silence for a few seconds

Then

“WHAT?”

“You’re not serious?”

“Really?”

“What the fuck?”

“Uh yeah.”, I answer blushing

I really don’t want to talk about my friends being together

“They had sex?”, Jungkook asks

“No they played cards”, I roll my eyes, “Of course Jungkook”

“He’s so fucking lucky”, Jimin sighs

What?

“Yeah. I wish it was me”, Tae adds

“What the fuck?”, I ask

“Oh please Hoseok. She’s hot and we all want her. You too, don’t deny it. But Yoongi got her first”

“Yeah I don’t think it’s just sex to them”

“Why do you say that?”, Jin questions

“Because they woke up to move around. Because he called her jagi and she called him naekkeo”

“WHAT? He called her jagi? Holy shit, that’s big! He always said he’d never do that”, Namjoon exclaims

I nod, “And uh, before they went back to sleep, they uh told each other they love each other”

“No shit. Yoongi found someone he loves”, Jungkook says astonished

“Wow. He fell in love. And he’s so lucky she feels the same. I’m actually happy for them”, Jimin says

“Looks like he’s not coming to practice”, Jin mumbles

“No. He’s not. I wouldn’t risk waking him up when he’s with her. Not when they’re naked together. And it’s suicide to wake her up on a normal day. I’m not dying today”, I shrug

“Ok well, I guess we should just go. We still have to practice. Let them have a night together”, Namjoon says

I nod and we all get up, leaving them in the dorm to sleep

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The White Wolf (Part 4)

Wolf/Alpha!Bucky + Wildlifephotographer!curvy!reader

W.C.- 1523

Warnings- Smut, oral, P in V sex, slight spanking, squirting, knotting, breeding kink(?), unprotected (Don’t do that!) 18+ MDNI!

A/N- Wow I meant to have this done a week ago. But like always shit went sideways. I got busy with work and then house sitting, I planned to write while house sitting but I didn’t have my ADHD meds the first few days and to say it fucked me up for the rest of the week is an understatement. I’m thinking one more chapter for these two, a closing scene on how they’ll spend the rest of their time together. I have other fic ideas I’m trying to work on, I’m so excited! Hope you like! As for the taglist, once I finish this if you want to be in a general taglist for all fics or just this one let me know please or you won’t be tagged in other fics unrelated to this series. Thanks for all the love!! Until next time my loves! (not proof read all mistakes mine)

Taglist- @blackbirdwitch22 @lesleurs @nelachu2423 @shadowzena43 @calwitch @laughterafter @sebastians-love @purplecolordeer

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“You ready babydoll?”

Without waiting for a response, he nuzzles his face into your panty clad core and groans. He sucks on your clit through the fabric. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he rumbles.

You suck in a sharp breath, fingers tangling in his hair. “Bucky,” you moan.

He pulls away just enough and long enough to rip your panties off and shoves his face into your bare pussy.

He groans and starts to eat you out like a starved man. He laps at your clit before closing his lips around it and sucking, causing you to buck your hips up. He slings his metal arm over your hips to keep them pinned to the bed. He dips his tongue down to your entrance and buries his tongue as far inside as it can reach. He starts to fuck you with his tongue, you grip his hair harder causing him to groan into your pussy and send vibrations straight through your core.

He moves back you to your clit, lightly teasing it with his teeth causing you to yelp at the mix of pain and pleasure. He brings his flesh hand and slowly inserts his pointer finger.

“Holy shit, you’re tight,” he mumbles into your pussy. He grinds his leaking cock into the bed, smearing his precum all over the comforter and his abdomen.

“Bucky, please fuck me,” you whine.

“Not yet, babydoll. I gotta prep this lil pussy, stretch her out so she can take my fat cock.”

He adds another finger and starts to fuck them in and out, curling them just right to catch your sweet spot.

“Yes! Oh fuck, Bucky!” You moan as he repeatedly hits the spot you can never seem to reach on your own.

He chuckles at your reaction, scissoring his fingers to help open you up before adding a third finger. His hips are still grinding into the bed, trying to find some relief.

“Oh god Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You moan and arch your back. He pulls his fingers out of you and his face away from your pussy.

“No! Bucky, please!” You cry out.

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock, babydoll. Don’t ya want that? To cum around your Alpha’s cock?” He strokes his cock, using his precum and your wetness from his fingers to lubricate his cock.

You nod. “Yes Alpha, please,” you beg.

“Don’t worry babydoll, you’ll get what you want baby.” He grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your hands and knees. He shoves your face into the pillow and presses a hand to the middle of your back to arch it more, making you present like real Omega would.

He leans back and looks at you. “Fuck you look so good presenting for your Alpha.”

His right hand comes down on your ass cheek, causing you to jerk and moan into the pillow. He roughly gropes your ass with both hands, the cold metal and hot flesh sending shivers down your spine.

“Look at this juicy ass, shit. So fucking gorgeous,” he groans. He slaps your ass a few more times before reaching between your legs to flick your clit.

“Ahh!” You yell. Your thighs are slick from how wet you are, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was dripping onto the bed.

“Please Bucky!” You cry and shake your ass, hoping he gets the hint and fucks you.

He gets situated behind you and positions his cock at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, it takes a couple of thrusts to reach the hilt but when he does, he sits still to let you adjust.

He leans forward on his hands, pressing his chest to your back and his head to the back of your neck.

He breathes in a shaky breath. “Holy fuck, you’re so god damned tight.” He groans, already losing his composure.

You aren’t any better, the pain turning to pleasure, the stretch making you feel amazingly full.

“Okay,” you pant and push back against him. “You can move now.”

He drags himself up and grips your love handles. He slowly pulls out and slams his hips forward. You moan and grip the sheets.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into you from behind. Your jaw’s slack as you moan into his pillow, drool and tears soaking into the pillow.

“Fucking hell,” he moans. “This pussy’s s’good, like you were made for me.” He has a tight grip on your hips, the blunt edge of his finger nails sure to leave a mark. Your moans and whimpers music to his ears.

Your thighs start to shake. “I’m go-gonna c-um," you whimper and moan out. He pulls out, before you have a chance to mourn the loss he’s flipping you onto your back. He’s leaned back on his hunches, he sets your ass on his thighs, leaving your upper back on the bed, throws one of your legs over his shoulder and holds the other to his hip.

He thrusts his cock back in at the same brutal pace as before, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, causing your back to arch. You dig your nails into his thighs.

“Wanna see that gorgeous face when you cum,” he pants. He reaches down with the hand that isn’t holding your leg to his hip and rubs your clit.

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over your Alphas cock?”

You can hardly hear him let alone answer, climbing higher and higher. Your whole body trembles with pleasure you’ve never felt before. Sure, you’ve had sex before, but it’s never felt this good. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling settles low in the pit of your stomach.

“I can feel you, fuck, squeezing me. Go on, cum for me, cum all over my cock.”

Your whole body seizes, eyes rolling back, mouth open on a silent scream. You squirt all over his cock, squeezing him so tight he’s almost forced out. Bucky honestly doesn’t know how he managed not to cum. He lets both of your legs fall to the bed as he drops to his forearms.

“F-fuck! You squirted baby, s-shit. I fucked you that good, huh?” He’s panting, little groans and grunts slipping through here and there. You can’t hear what he’s saying, vision black and hearing fuzzy as pleasure rips through you, leaving you on the verge of blacking out.

Bucky fucks you through it, now chasing his orgasm.

“Fuck, Y/N, babydoll,’ he moans, fucking you even harder, if that’s even possible. His knot swelling up, catching the rim of your pussy.

“Gonna cum f’you, g-onna k-knot you,” he stutters and feels you clench.

“You like that huh? Y-you want my cum and knot?” You moan at his words. Arms and legs limply wrapping around him.

“Yes, Alpha, want your knot, wan your pups,” you nibble on his ear as he sucks on your neck, right where your scent gland would be.

His hips stutter. “F-fuck!”

He steadies himself with his metal arm, using the other one to grasp the headboard for more leverage.

“Yeah? You want my pups?’ He pants. “Want me to make you a mommy?” You moan and drag your nails down his back to grip his ass. He hisses, the pain turning to pleasure.

“Fuck, you’d look s-so s-exy all swollen with my pups. Everyone would know who you belonged to; fuck I’d be so good to you. Wouldn’t even have to lift a finger, j-just sit there looking sexy with my pups, my pups.” The vision and his punishing thrusts are quickly sending you to another high you didn’t even know was possible.

“Bucky, Alpha please!” You moan.

“These gorgeous breasts would be so s-swollen and full of milk for our pups. I’d bet it taste so good, you’d let me taste that sweet nectar, you’d feed me right baby?” You cry out in pleasure as he sucks your nipples, imagining he was drinking milk from you.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N, fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hips stutter, three more thrusts and he moans loudly as he cums, his knot sealing him to you. His face scrunches up in pleasure and you take a mental image of how good he looks.

His knot swelling and catching sends you into another smaller, but still just as good orgasm. He collapses against you, panting.

You both lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. You’re both covered in sweat, his balls, thighs, and part of the bed sticky and wet from you squirting. You run your fingers through his hair, his body still trembling.

Once he catches his breath, he rolls you both over, careful not to tug on the knot, and situates you on his chest. You snug close, yawning. You’re both too exhausted to move.

A conversation about what’s to come will happen later, after another round of fucking, maybe over some food to replenish you both, but for right now you both settle for some much-needed sleep.

“Sleep, babydoll, we’ll talk later,” he whispers into your hair. He kisses your forehead and rubs your back as you fall into a peaceful sleep, he follows not long after.

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zepskies · 10 months ago

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Being Human – Part 1

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: This is technically my first Dark Angel story, since I wrote Part 1 of this before "Bullseye." It will be four parts. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: You’ve managed to keep things playful and friendly with Alec so far, despite his flirtatious nature. But when he asks you for a favor that goes painfully awry, the transgenic has to figure out something that wasn’t in his training: how to apologize. [Set during 2.06]

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Tension, angst, spiciness, implied smut.

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Part 1: Training Day

As sad as it is, this is probably your favorite place in the world.

Crash is as divey as a dive bar can get. And yet, it still boasts the strongest, cheapest drinks in Seattle. The music is decent, and the company is good. At least tonight it is, because you’ve met up with Max, Original Cindy, and Sketchy after a long day of slinging packages.

The only problem?

The newest member of Jam Pony, slinking up from the corner of your eye and easing into the seat next to you at the bar.

You turn an expectant gaze to Alec McDowell and his flirtatious green eyes. They take in your jeans and halter top with an obvious perusal.

“Can I help you?” you ask dryly.

“No, no. It’s what I can do for you,” he replies. You’re about to roll your eyes when he adds, “Let me buy you a beer. Or whatever you’re drinking.”

Just then, the bartender slides you the beer you’ve already ordered. You thank him and give Alec a smile.

“Got it covered, thanks,” you reply, sipping the froth off your drink.

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster, though you eye him wryly. He opens his smartass mouth to say something else, but you get a reprieve when Original Cindy slides into the seat on your other side. She tosses you a wink.

It gives you just enough confidence to smirk in Alec’s face.

“Keep trying. Maybe someday I’ll lose my mind,” you say, with a teasing raise of brows.

Alec is still amused as he shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable. Insulting, yet, still somehow endearing.”

“Don’t wanna get clowned, don’t act like a clown,” you tell him sweetly.

“I know that’s right,” Cindy quips. She orders a Cosmo to upgrade her beer. She must’ve won a bet tonight, if she was able to score enough cash for liquor.

“Hilarious,” Alec says. He pouts a little. “Hey, I’m not some mongrel on the loose. I’m just looking for some honest companionship.”

“Honest?” you laugh. “Now that’s hilarious.”

He gives you a fake laugh, but he watches you go when you slip away from him to join Max and Sketchy in the back room by the pool table. Alec’s smile fades a little.

Cindy raises a brow at him, along with a tan finger.

“No,” she says. “You actually crushin’ on homegirl? For real?”

Alec glances at her. “Where’d you get that idea?”

She gives him a flat look.

“Should I burn some sage?” she asks.

Alec shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Come on. I think Max is calling us over.”

When the two of them venture over to where you and Max are playing a game of pool, Alec’s cocky smile is back. His eyes catch yours when he sits down at a nearby table. Your lips curve while you lean on your pool cue.

For the past few weeks, this is how it’s always been with you and Alec. Push and pull. A sort of caustic flirtation that you can’t in good conscience take seriously. But to his credit, he always tries.

And he seems to always mean it.

You’ll never admit it, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to resist the pull of him. He’s clearly a guy who doesn’t do attachments, and you have a bad habit of getting attached. Your life is hard enough without adding a dash of heartbreak into the mix.

So Max helps you sharpen your skills at this game while you finish your beer. And…maybe you “unintentionally” tease Alec a little with the curve of your ass when you’re bent over the table, lining up a shot.

In fairness, you’re a bit tipsy.

You spend the rest of the night drinking two more beers and laughing and losing the game—first to Max, then to Alec, and finally to Sketchy. By then, you know it’s time to cut your losses.

You haul your backpack onto your shoulder and start to head out of the bar. But who should slip into your way than Alec freakin’ McDowell?

“Hey, I’ve got a quick question for you,” he says.

You sigh. “Alec, the usual sniping was fun, but I’m tired and I want to go home.”

He stops you with a touch on your arm. He seems slightly more serious.

“It’s a favor,” he says, pulling out a small rectangular package wrapped in plain brown paper. You look down at it in confusion.

“I saw on the work chart that you’re scheduled to go over to Sector 4 tomorrow,” he says. “Would you mind delivering this for me?”

Your brows raise at him. He raises $20 in front of your face.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he smiles.

You take the $20 and the package, though you’re still a little uncertain.

“What’s in it?”

Alec leans in close to your ear. “I’ll give you an extra $10 if you don’t ask.”

His voice washes over you and makes your skin prickle. You’re blushing, but your eyes narrow at him further.

“Make it $20,” you counter.

He scoffs. Though after a moment…he coughs up the extra cash.

“The most expensive damn delivery I’ve never made,” he mutters.

You have to crane your neck a bit, as he stands over a head taller than you, but you smile up at him brightly.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” you say.

For him, maybe the expense was worth it to get that smile.

You pull up on your bike to what you think is the right address. You don’t usually come to this side of town, even in Sector 4.

It feels a bit like a shanty town and a meat packing district all at once—complete with dodgy-looking street vendors and unmarked vans loading and unloading cargo behind them.

“Can I help you, little girl?”

You stifle a gasp as your path is suddenly obstructed. A black man and his two white friends have crowded around your bike, but they don’t look normal. Various metal spikes and prods protrude from their faces, neck, and body, but they’re not your typical piercings. The metal is fused into their skin.

Oh shit, you think, as your heartrate picks up. Steelheads.

“I’m just making a delivery,” you tell them. Your eyes dart to your surroundings, trying to catch anyone’s gaze for a little help.

But in big cities like this, everyone knows to keep their eyes down.

Don’t look, don’t tell. Don’t get any trouble.

“I think you might be lost, love,” says one of the other men. He’s British, by the sound of his accent, and is the taller of the two. His skin is pale, though there’s a red ring under his eyes that suggests drugs, or whatever else these three are injecting into themselves.

“Uhh, yeah. I must be. I’ll just go,” you nod, and you start to back up. The ringleader Brit clamps a bony hand on your bike to stop you. He grabs the scrap of paper Alec gave you, which holds the address for your intended delivery.

The Steelhead examines it lazily, before his gaze flicks back up to yours.

“Well, well. I stand corrected,” he says. He gestures to the small package in your hands. “What’s in it?”

You shrug and try to play off your ignorance. Because the truth is, you have no idea.

“It’s not my job to know,” you reply.

“Ah, but you see, it’s our business to know,” the Brit says, leaning in towards you. You lean back with pursed lips.

“This is our little piece of paradise,” says the shortest one. His lips are damn near purple.

“We’re what you call…territorial,” says the leader. He grabs you off your bike while the first man takes the package from you.

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble,” you say, though you hate the way your voice shakes. “I can just go—”

“Oh, we’ll let you go, little mouse. You’re gonna give a message back to sender,” the Brit says. “But first, a reminder.”

He shoves you back into the nearest wall. It’s solid brick that stuns a gasp out of you. He presses in on you, grabbing your face and dragging a sharp, unnaturally long nail against your cheek, biting into the skin.

It’s painful enough to make you whimper as you feel wetness drip down to your neck. His friends laugh at your discomfort, at your fear. You’re too frozen to reach for the pepper spray in your pocket…

“What’s going on here?” another man asks. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a black uniform. For the first time in your life, you’re grateful to see a cop.

The Steelhead releases you, and the three of them are subtle in the way they back off from you.

“Nothing here, officer,” the leader says. Though he gives you a smirk. “Just accepting a delivery.”

You let them keep the package and pretend that a signature has made it onto your clipboard. You climb back onto your bike and you leave Sector 4 without looking back. All the while, your arms shake and you wipe at the blur of tears in your eyes.

When you get back to the Jam Pony base of operations (a warehouse that feels like a basement), you park your bike out front and head inside.

Your legs still feel precarious. And even though the blood is dry against the cut on your cheek, you know you need to clean and disinfect it at some point.

Of course, you have to run into Alec and Sketchy, who are palling around without a care in the world.

That all stops when they turn to look at you. Their mirth dies on their faces. Alec’s gaze runs over you and stops at your cheek. You dab at your face, tentative and self-conscious. You know you must look like hell. Of course, they can’t let you just go to your locker in peace.

“Jeez, what the hell happened to you?” Sketchy asks.

You shake your head. “Fell into a bush.”

You drag Alec aside by his arm, giving him a warning look that further lets him know you’re lying. He follows you without complaint over to the lockers, where you two have the semblance of privacy. Before he can ask you what really happened, you snap at him.

“What the hell was in that package?” you ask. “Drugs? A weapon? Some other contraband? Do you know what could’ve happened to me if I’d gotten caught with that shit? Do you know what almost…”

Tears burgeon in your eyes all over again, and you have to take a deep, shaky breath.

Alec’s brows furrow in what might actually be concern. He grasps your arm, gentle but firm.

“Hey, tell me what happened,” he says.

Unconsciously, his grip on your arm makes the memory flash in your mind: of that pale, greasy man grabbing you and pinning you against the wall.

You shrug out of Alec’s hold more harshly than you meant to. It makes him raise a placating hand, as his eyes widen a fraction.

“A gaggle of Steelheads,” you say. You breathe tremulously, blinking past your tears. “I was lucky…anyway. Next time you want to ask me for a favor? Don’t.”

You brush past Alec to get to your locker. There you grab the rest of your things and head out, though it’s quite a few hours before closing time. Nothing gets by Normal, who stops you at the reception desk.

“Hey, hey, Missy! Where the hell’re you going?” he asks. “Get back here. I’ve got packages that need homes.”

“I’m taking some much needed PTO,” you quip.

“You don’t have PTO. It’s not that kind of business,” Normal says.

“Then bite me,” you snap. “How’s that?”

Most of the room stills into quiet shock. You feel the weight of their gazes, your coworkers and friends, including Normal’s slackened face.

You’re normally not one to talk back. You accept your assignments without question, not wanting to cause undue trouble for yourself. Like everyone else here, you need your job, and you have nothing to fall back on.

But it’s enough, and you’re thoroughly done with today.

Your saving grace is that it’s plain to see how shaken up you are, even when you leave. Alec approaches the receptionist desk with Sketchy, drumming his hand on the counter absently.

“What the hell crawled up her keister?” Normal remarks. “She’s lucky I’m short staffed right now, or she’d be in the can.”

Despite his strong talk, he resumes collecting paperwork and organizing files to distract himself from how much you’d taken him aback.

Alec frowns.

“She uh, had to deal with some Steelheads,” he offers, and hesitates. “...What the hell’s a Steelhead?”

“Yeah, you know, they’re into implants and biotech stuff,” Sketchy explains.

“She would know better than to hang out with those low lives,” Normal interjects. “They’re amped off their gourds on hormones and who knows what else.”

Alec processes that with a deepening frown. He decides to head out onto his next “delivery.”

He makes it to Sector 4 on his bike within an hour, but he still envies Max’s motorcycle. When he racks up enough cash, he’s definitely scoring a faster ride.

For now, he pulls up near the address he sent you to earlier. He never should’ve given you his drugs to sell, especially when he clearly doesn’t know this city well enough yet.

Poor reconnaissance, Alec, he thinks. Sloppy.

Though when did he start to think of himself as Alec and not by his designation, 494?

He’s soon taken out of his musings when he sees a gaggle of three men outside a cargo van. Each of them is uglier than the last, with metal spikes, among other things sticking out from their bodies. Steelheads. They’ve got to be.

These are the guys who harassed you.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Alec says, climbing off his bike. The men turn to the newcomer with suspicious frowns.

“I’m looking for three fugly Steelheads that hassled a friend of mine this morning,” he says.

One is tall, pale and wiry, and he opens his arms wide. “Well, you found ‘em.”

He has a British accent. The sight of him alone grates on Alec, though all he shows is calm confidence. He teases the short one, who seems to be missing an arm. Apparently he’s “pre-op,” set to get a new cyber arm made of Japanese steel.

Fucking wackos, Alec thinks. Manticore could learn a thing or two from these guys about mutilation.

“Here’s the thing, fellas,” Alec says. “My friend was carrying a package that didn’t belong to her. It belonged to me. You guys took it, and I need to get it back.”

The first man scoffs. “There seems to be a breakdown in communication, doesn’t it?”

He approaches Alec, hands on his hips, with his two cronies behind him. Alec can already smell their stench from where he stands. He doesn’t need them to get any closer.

“Maybe your little bitch didn’t relay our message,” he says, pushing his luck.

Alec’s smile sharpens; a deadly warning in and of itself.

“Nobody around here sells Andy but us,” says another of them.

Androxtamine. Alec didn’t care to be a drug dealer. It was just a means to an end in order to pay Max back for her help a little while back. Now, his buyer is pissed that he didn’t get his damn drugs, and Alec is out $500.

He tries to explain that calmly to this group of weirdos, but the leader is just so damn cocky.

“What’s a puff like you need with $500 anyway, eh?” he asks.

Alec’s smirk deepens. He mimics the guy’s accent and replies, “Actually, I need it for a ride on your mum.”

Well, the Steelheads don’t take too kindly to that. They try their best, Alec will hand it to them. But his genetics and training make the resulting “fight” no more than child’s play. He takes his frustrations out of their asses.

He can’t help being slightly more brutal than necessary when he remembers the fear lingering behind your eyes. The bloody cut on your cheek. The way it could’ve been so much worse…

And it would’ve been your fault. Alec’s lips press into a line.

Logan Cale, Max’s rich non-boyfriend and secret “Eyes Only” vigilante, calls Alec halfway through his venting session to, surprisingly, ask for his help.

Alec agrees, because it’s mainly for Max. A creature has been killing cops in Seattle. Unfortunately, the description of a “man-dog” sounds way too much like Joshua, their fellow transgenic in hiding.

It also means Alec has to spend most of his afternoon in a musty sewer.

The job ends up being a bitch and a half, even when Max finally shows up to help out. The true culprit ends up being Joshua’s brother, Isaac, who Joshua is forced to stop before he kills any more policemen who remind him of Manticore’s abusive guards.

The gentle Joshua ends up having to take out his own brother. Something that’s both familiar, and foreign to Alec. (But he’s sure it’s not so foreign to Max.)

It’s a harrowing scene, and a touch too emotional for Alec’s comfort. He leaves Max to tend to Joshua in the aftermath and catches a ride home with Logan. Somehow though, as bone tired and grimy as he feels, Alec can’t feel right about going home just yet.

Something is niggling in the back of his mind, forcing him to hand Logan a scrap of paper that holds your address. (Alec might’ve snuck into Normal’s office before he left for the day to find out where you lived on your employee file.)

“Hey, can you stop at this address?” Alec asks.

Logan glances at the piece of paper and nods. He then looks over at Alec. They aren’t friends, but Logan is perceptive enough to know that something’s weighing on his passenger.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks.

“There’s something I have to do,” Alec supplies.

When they eventually arrive to what seems like an abandoned building, Logan looks over at Alec.

“Good luck,” he offers.

Alec nods gratefully. They aren’t friends, but he supposes Logan’s not so bad, even if he is a slave to Max’s supposed charms.

Alec gets out of the car and head inside the building. It’s old and dirty, and he really can’t believe you live like this. It lacks security and basic hygiene. If he wanted to, he could kick straight through your door with half of his strength.

Instead, he knocks.

A few moments later, he hears your feet padding cautiously to the door.

“Who is it?” you ask. Your voice is familiar and pleasant to his ears, if nervous.

“It’s me, Alec,” he replies.

It takes a second of your hesitation, but you unlock the door and open it.

He eyes your tank-top and shorts, the thin bra, your damp hair, the smell of your shampoo assaulting his heightened senses.

But the jagged red line across your cheek draws his attention, along with the confusion in your eyes, and the wooden spoon in your hand. Was that supposed to be your weapon of choice?

“What’re you doing here?” you ask. “How’d you even know where I live?”

“Ah, I told Normal I wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren’t going AWOL on the job tomorrow,” Alec says with a teasing smile.

You look a bit skeptical, but you let him in when he asks if he can. He smells whatever you’re cooking, spots the metal pot of pasta sauce simmering on the janky-looking stove, and his mouth starts to water. He’s starving, now that he thinks about it.

He then focuses on taking in the rest of the apartment…and it doesn’t take him long. This place is a shoebox.

At least it’s clean, as much as the peeling drywall can be.

“Why’re you here then?” you ask. Alec turns to see you have a hand on your hip. You’re staring at him like he’s a puzzle you’re trying to figure out.

You set down the wooden spoon on the counter and face him. Alec’s tempted to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, but he keeps his arms down to his sides instead.

“About what happened today,” he says. “Those guys aren’t going to be a problem for you again.”

You tilt your head at him.

“What’d you do?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Something shy of legal?”

Alec starts to smile. “Maybe.”

You hmph in response. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Alec barely resists rolling his eyes, though he knows he deserves that. Once again, he takes in your apartment. It’s cozy, he supposes, if small.

“You live alone?” he asks. “No roommate? Boyfriend?”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” you say dryly. “But no. To both.”

That satisfies him, and yet there’s a little churn in his gut. This place is questionable at best. Doesn’t exactly boast decent security. He’s not too worried about the Steelheads trying to find you, but after the past few months outside of Manticore, he realizes how rough it’s become for humanity after the Pulse, especially for a woman alone.

“You could use a doorman around here,” he remarks.

You scoff in amusement. “Yeah, well. It may not be the Ritz, but as long as the heater doesn’t crap out on me, it’s a decent day.”

Alec doesn’t know what the Ritz is, but it sounds nicer than this dump.

You catch the silent look of judgment on his face, making you frown and cross your arms.

“I can take care of myself just fine, okay, Dad?”

Alec frowns and gestures to your face. “Yeah. Right. You’re little miss Fight Club.”

That sparks your temper. You glare up at him with a defiant tilt to your chin.

“This,” you point to your marred cheek, “wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. I’m not an idiot. I don’t put myself in stupid situations, except for that one time I ignored my better judgment to help you!”

Alec glowers back at you, but he knows he doesn’t have a good defense. You take a step into his orbit and tap a finger into his chest.

“And by the way,” you add. Your voice cracks like a whip. “Whoever taught you how to apologize did a bang up job!”

By the end of your little rant, you’re breathing deeply, and Alec is barely holding onto his own temper. What cuts through it all are the frustrated tears brimming in your eyes.

He sighs internally.

They didn’t exactly cover this in training, he thinks, but he supposes that's just…Being Human 101.

All too soon, your anger dims into defensiveness. You withdraw from him and gesture to the door.

“Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my shithole apartment so I can finish cooking in peace,” you gripe.

“Wait, wait,” Alec implores, when you try to lead him out. He lets you back him up a step or two, just to seem human, but now he digs his heels in. He looks down at you with true regret.

“I’m sorry,” he says. His hand finds your unmarred cheek, caressing softly. His thumb swipes across your skin. “I am. I shouldn't have asked you to make that delivery. I'm sorry you got hurt.”

You stare up at him, breathing labored, and making your breasts just barely brush his sternum. Your eyes search his just as much as he is yours.

He isn’t actually sure who moves first, him or you. But when his lips meet yours, it feels like electricity under his skin. It’s magnets that are meant to connect—it’s his arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands and you grabbing his face, sinking your fingers into his sandy brown hair.

It’s teeth clicking and tongues warring as he backs you up to the kitchen counter, and he hefts you up there by your hips.

You squeal in surprise, making Alec chuckle before he swallows your sounds with his mouth.

You start to push his jacket off his shoulders, and he helps you, letting the rest of it slide right off, followed by his shirt and your tank top. His hands smooth up your bare thighs and his thumbs dip in between, squeezing near the apex of your thighs and making you tremble against his chest. Warmth pools in your core even from that simple touch.

“W-Wait,” you whisper.

It makes Alec pause. His muscles tense. Has he read you wrong?

He searches your face for a sign of discomfort. If you don’t want this, it’ll be…hard, at this point (for more reasons than one). But if he has to, he’ll let you go.

He’s relieved when you only twist away for a moment to turn off the stove. You return to him with a smile as your hands come to rest on his chest. You bite your lower lip.

“Shall we continue?” he teases.

His thumb encourages you to let go of your lip. He takes your chin between his fingers and guides you back to him.

The next kiss burns with a slower passion. One that consumes you enough to hook your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.

He grins against your lips and lifts you again, this time holding you firmly against him. You make another sound of surprise, but you don’t let that stop you from delving deeper into his kiss.

He carries you into the bedroom and slams the rickety door.

Afterwards, the two of you lay together on the wrong side of your bed.

Alec lies on his stomach and you on your back. The night had gotten such that you stopped caring which side you typically put your pillow on. Your hair is fanned out on the mattress in many tangles he took pride in creating.

A shitty show plays on your small TV, but Alec is watching with rapt attention.

He’s kind of cute about it actually, you think. Like he’s never seen a soap opera before.

“Ooh, that one’s my favorite,” you point backwards. “It’s about a sexy doctor, obviously.”

“Right, because I’m sure doctors always have this much sex with their patients,” Alec quips.

You snort and shake your head. You stare at the side of his face for a moment, rather than the TV.

The back of his hand rubs against your shoulder, earning your attention.

“What’re you thinking?” he asks. He’s still looking at the screen.

“That I’m even hungrier now, but I don’t feel like getting up,” you admit with a giggle. He laughs.

“I wouldn’t mind some chow,” he says.

You roll onto your stomach, taking some of the sheets with you when your knee slides over, resting against his naked lower back. You lean your chin on his shoulder as your hand travels across his back.

“Is that your way of inviting yourself over for dinner?” you ask.

He looks over at you then. He’s grinning, but his eyes are a touch softer, you think.

“If you don’t mind me crashing,” he says.

You shake your head and sift your fingers through his hair. Your gaze drifts down the back of his neck and catches on a strange mark. It’s a barcode, you realize, touching it lightly with two fingers.

“What’s this? A prison tat?” you tease.

He chuckles humorlessly. “Sort of.”

Your amusement fades, but your soft fingers along the back of his neck elicit a small shiver out of him. Your touch is gentle. He isn’t used to gentle, and it makes goosebumps spread across his skin. He feels your lips press a kiss to his shoulder next, and he turns his head to look at you.

Beautiful, he thinks, taking in your face again, and the hint of cleavage down the sheets covering you, hiding the familiar curves he had all too much fun exploring.

“You gonna tell me the story?” you ask. “Or save it for a rainy day?”

Alec lets out a sigh through his nose. “Let’s pencil that one under the ‘Rainy’ column.”

You nod in agreement and bite your lip. These days, everyone has a story they’re not proud of. Even something that keeps them up at night. You don’t press Alec for his.

He’s grateful for that. He leans in and kisses you, nice and slow.

From the beginning, he noticed you. Your tenacity. Your quiet confidence. How you’re always willing to help your friends, and how you’ve never taken any of his shit, even if he knew part of you had been contemplating his suggestive offers. That spark always kept him coming back for more…and somehow, it became more.

In the back of his mind, this scares him a little. Being with you feels dangerous in a way that feels both familiar and foreign, but it’s too late. He’s been hooked by the pull of you. It’s a craving he can’t help but try and fill. Hopefully, not just tonight.

“You said something about food?” he grins.

You smile and lean in again, until you’re mere inches from his lips.

“Hmm, impromptu dinner date?” you offer. Alec laughs quietly and nods.

“We kinda went about this backwards,” you say, “but if you like spaghetti and plain sauce, I’m your girl.”

He smirks at that, and thumbs at your chin.

“Then you’re my girl.”

AN: And there's Part 1! It's only my second time writing Alec, so I hope he feels in character. Let me know what you think of this little series so far. 😘💜

There's much more in store over the next three parts, and the next one tackles perhaps my favorite episode (2.11), even if it's the most gutting.

Next Time:

“All right, that’s enough outta you,” Alec says, and he claims you with a more demanding kiss. His fingers sink into your hair tightly.

But you press your hand to his cheek, making him pause for a moment. The amusement fades from his eyes the longer he stares into yours. You’re not teasing or joking anymore.

You kiss him then with meaning. With tenderness.

You don’t know how it makes that coil of guilt grip him like a vice.

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