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wutheringcaterpillar · 1 year ago

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Corruption

Summary: It's your first night working at a night club, and Thomas couldn't help but think of all the things he wants to do to you when you approach his table.

Warnings: Age Gap (Reader is 18), loss of virginity, choking, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, semi exhibition, reader is described to be somewhat petite, unprotected sex, name calling

It was your first night working at a prestigious club like this one. It had made you nervous to think of all the high profiled people that would be attending, and possible gangs. Your parents had urged you not to take that job, but you needed to see the world for what it was and now here you were. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror, you hadn’t over done it but yet you felt hot with your black heels and black dress. Coming out of the restroom you put on a flirtatious face and approached the bar to grab a tray of drinks. Approaching the table, you couldn’t help but notice how each man was dressed to the tens in what looked like expensive fabric, with their hair nicely combed. However you weren’t going to let that intimidate you.

“Did someone here order drinks?” You stood confidently and the man sitting in front of you turned his head at a normal pace. “Yes, thank you darling. Alway a-“ He stopped in his tracks when he looked up at you. His crystal blue eyes locked with your innocent ones yet he saw something enticing in them. His eyes grazed down your body, taking in your voluptuous figure as the tight dress you were wearing hugged tightly around your curves. With his right hand hidden under the table, he tugged at his trousers.

It had been awhile since Tommy had been with someone much younger than him, from what he could see your soft facial features and the way your makeup wasn’t overly abundant he’d guess early twenties.

“Now tell me, what’s a beautiful young girl like yourself doing here all alone dressed like that. No boyfriend or family member here watching over you? You know there are some men who wouldn’t be able to control themselves seeing a slim pretty girl like you here, all dolled up.” He winked at you as he took a small drink of his bourbon.

You couldn’t help but notice how soft and plump his lips looked as they were placed on the brim of the glass and the way his veins poked their way through his skin. He looked at you with his determined blue eyes and spoke with a sort of rasp in his voice. “What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.” You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at the endearing nickname.

“Y/N, what a pretty name. Why don’t you have a seat Y/N. My name’s Thomas. Thomas Shelby.” The handsome, yet intimidating man stood up and slid a chair out for you. He lit a cigarette between his lips and reached for a wine bottle sat on the table, he poured you a glass. You found yourself being driven in just at the mere fact he assumed off your looks what you like and he was right.

He carried on conversation, asking about your life where you’re from, never taking his eyes off of you. You had informed him it was your first night working here, and your family had ties to the owners here who happened to not be here tonight.

Tommy didn’t really care who owned this club because he knew he could buy them out and if your parents had found out he could keep them at bay, but he wasn’t going to mention that. He was very charming, and you were worried in your responses that he could see through you that you weren’t experienced with anything but either he did notice and ignored it or he didn’t.

There was a shift underneath the table you heard and then a few moments later he rested his hand upon your thigh, firmly gripping your delicate skin, sending shivers up your spine.

You hadn’t been with anyone before but you were good at acting the part of you have. Every woman, every girl talked about Thomas Shelby. He was the most dangerous man in Birmingham, and that turned you on.

Taking another nervous sip of your wine but trying to keep your composure, you guided your hand on top of his underneath the table and slid up between your thighs. Tommy could feel the heat that radiated off of you. He needed you, he needed to be in-between those sweet folds, and in that small circular opening that was leaking for him.

“Do you wanna get out of here.” Your breath hitched in your throat. Looking behind you, you noticed a door in the distance. You couldn’t wait any longer as your lady parts began to get impatient.

“I have a better idea.” He looked at you with curiosity as his eyebrows furrowed together.

Standing up in unison, your hand gripped his black tie and guided him, past hundreds of people into the closet you spotted. People eyed you both in shock, some in disgust, and some in jealousy, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t think about anything but him buried deep within you.

The closet door slammed open, and your body was hitting the wall in seconds as Tommy was gripping your sides, roughly tugging your panties down. Your hands found their way to his tie loosening it as his hands slid up your sensitive thighs to your innocent sweetness that was already soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Your lips never broke apart as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, hands exploring every inch of each other.

He smelt of whiskey and lavender, and you could feel the heat burning within you. Pinning you up against the wall you felt his rock hard member through his pants brush up in-between your ivory thighs, sending a soft moan to escape from your now parted lips. When your eyes locked, his once light blue eyes were dark and dilated like an animal had taken over him. You tugged at his belt, unfastening the leather at a vigorous, fast pace while his fingers dug into your small hips.

You hadn't noticed the lock on the door was broken and never closed all the way, Tommy wasn't going to mention it, but you couldn’t think about that right now.

He spit on his rather large dick and lined it up with your dripping hole. “Also, I’m a virgin.” You bit your finger playfully while smiling and batting your eyelashes at him in an innocent manner. Tommy smiled and looked down watching his dick twitch. He was going to absolutely obliterate you and he was more than gracious to be popping that inexperienced cherry of yours.

“Darling, I’m going to destroy you inside and out.” Before you could respond he went in full throttle, his full length taking the breath out of you, forcing a loud, high-pitched moan to escape your lips. It sounded like music to his ears, and he gave you a moment to adjust. You looked at him with wide eyes, eyebrows raised at the unexpected, overwhelming feeling of being so full and stretched out by such a handsome man. He would’ve covered your mouth if it weren’t for his own need and want for people to hear you losing your innocence to him.

Pulling slowly out, he slammed into you again. It was slow and agonizing, while you felt some pain you couldn’t want anything more than for him to go faster. Your eyes rolled back, when he sped up his thrust, you could feel your slick flooding down onto his thick, long dick. “God, you are so fucking tight, my fucking god.”

He buried his face in-between your soft boobs as if they were pillows. His tongue lapped around your hardened nipples, and bit them slightly causing you to yelp at the sudden painful yet satisfying feeling. You found your inner walls clenching around him. His tongue danced around your nipples one last time and then his plush, soft lips trailed up your chest to your neck as he pumped in and out of you at a vigorous rate.

The pain mixed with pleasure made you fall into him, your head burying in his shoulder as his lips sucked, dark red bruises into your neck. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks and he carried you away from the wall and fucked you in the middle of the closet. “Tommy I- Oh fuck! You- you’re so-“ Your words were falling out of you in muffles that was hard to makeup, but Tommy heard your fucked out voice perfectly.

“So what love? Huh?” He used one hand and wrapped it around your small throat, forcing you to look at him as he fucked into you deeper than you ever thought imaginable. “Go on tell me.”

“So fucking big, feel so fucking good.” He couldn’t stop the sadistic smile that formed on his face as he watched you crumble in his arms, and how it was his dick that was going to be the first one to coat your insides with his seed. It brought him satisfaction.

Not letting your neck go, he walked backward and sat down on a chest resting in the corner of the closet. “Ride me.” You didn’t have to be told twice. Your body began to bounce up and down on him, the sight of your small tits ricocheting at a fast pace making Tommy salivate.

Tommy let go of your neck, and twisted at your nipples. “Such a good fucking whore for me aren’t you? Did i make you a whore for me, eh?” You crashed your lips into his pulling at his short hair. You were close and so was he. Your back arched when his plump head rubbed against that one, sensitive spot over and over again. He held the back of your neck in place, snarling his nose, grunting as he felt like he was going to burst at the seams. “Go on, cum on me so I can fill that petite tummy of yours.” That was all it took for your jaw to drop open, letting lustful and desperate moans escape from you.

You didn’t even know you could sound like that or what a climax had felt like until now. Your whole body clenched and your toes curled when a feeling of ecstasy ran through your body like it was in your blood stream.

“Oh fuck baby.” The sight of you looking so fucked out with your flushed skin, Tommy couldn’t hold it any longer. You felt his warm fluid ooze into you, as his dick continued to twitch. The moans that escaped Tommy were low but filled with desire, and satisfaction. You couldn’t stop yourself from collapsing against him trying to catch your breath. His hand lay gently on your back as he did the same. “Holy fuck, so that’s what it feels like?” Tommy chuckled to himself, as his other hand combed through your hair.

“Yes, my darling. That’s what it feels like to get fucked.” You two stayed seated for a few more seconds before you got up and began to get dressed. “Does my hair look okay?”

“Darling, I’m quite certain the whole place heard and knows what we did. This door is broken.” You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing in embarrassment but at the same time it sent a thrill through your now corrupted body. Straightening your dress down and putting your heels on, you were about to walk but then you remember you had never told him your age.

“By the way I just turned eighteen yesterday.” You winked at him and slid your thumb in your mouth, sucking part of his seed that dripped out of you when you pulled your underwear back on, while looking at him with seductive eyes.

Thomas had never felt a greater high than he did right now. He was blown away at how a tiny thing like you could take all of him, and something about the age gap sparked a flame within him.

“Until next time. Mr. Shelby.” You grazed your tongue over his cheek before biting the flushed skin playfully and exiting the closet.

Tommy stayed stood there trying to catch his breath and get himself together. As far as he was concerned there were going to be many, many more next times.

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cowgurrrl · 11 months ago

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Tall Boy

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: I didn't go into writing this thinking I would write a little bit of spice so please be nice (poetry fr)

Summary: Fireworks, Uber Calls, Confessions, Oh My! [3.6k]

Warnings: consumption of alcohol, drunken shenanigans, Joel and Tommy being the only Texan men I would trust with my drinks, so much goddamn yearning, oh what's happening with Andie and Tommy??, Joel the Menace makes his return, smutty thoughts and actions (I've made them wait nine chapters they deserve to be a little horny. as a Treat.), getting caught, preparing you for Sleeping on the Blacktop

You don't get to cut loose very often as a teacher. You're almost always worried about lesson plans, grading, assignments, supplies, money (or lack thereof), politics, student's mental health, and a million other things that plague your mind when you try to sleep. Sure, you have a drink or two sometimes, but never anything close to like when you were in college and would end up back at your apartment at four in the morning just to get up three hours later for a lecture at eight. You weren't always going to be a high school teacher, and your past reflects that. And Andie has waited a long time to get a little bit of that spirit out of you again.

New Year's Eve starts easy enough with a nice dinner in downtown Austin with a glass of wine or two with the food. You and Andie got all dolled up in short, curve-hugging dresses and makeup and decided you would take yourselves out if nobody else was going to. "But we're not gonna get arrested like we did in high school, right?" You asked over dinner, but she just shrugged with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"We'll see where the night takes us."

You bounced from bar to bar, sipping drinks and half-flirting with whoever approached, hoping for a free drink. Lucky for you, nobody is immune to Andie's charm. You lose track of how much you've had to drink once the room starts spinning pleasantly, and you can barely hear yourself over the loud music. You dance with beautiful strangers, sing along to the music, and even steal a cigarette from a willing accomplice outside. It feels good to act like your own age and not everybody's mom.

By the time midnight rolls around for the Central Time Zone, you and Andie are drunk, leaning on each other and butchering the lyrics to Aud Lang Syne. "We should call an Uber!" Andie yells in your ear, and you nod. You stumble outside and squint at your phone, giggling at your fleeting thought.

"I've got a better idea than Uber."

You and Andie are sitting on the curb outside a gas station right off of Sixth Street, sharing a tall boy and following instructions to "stay put," when his truck pulls up next to you. Joel looks sleepy but not mad, while Tommy looks like he just walked up on a small miracle.

"I thought teachers weren't supposed to be fun!" He laughs as you hand Andie the beer and somehow get yourself to your feet.

"You, obviously, didn't have the right teachers."

"I reckon so." He says as you dig your keys out of your purse to hand to Joel. He nods gratefully as Tommy helps Andie off the curb. They start talking about something, but you can't hear them over the way Joel's looking at you. Like he did at the gallery, his eyes linger on every piece of exposed skin he hadn't seen before. Something akin to worry clouds his vision, but you catch him looking at your legs and smack his chest.

"Eyes up here, Mr. Miller," you call him out. "See somethin' you like?" You ask, and he chuckles at how southern you sound when you drink.

"You look very nice." He says, and you smile. For some reason, you step into him and rest your head on his shoulder. He's so warm, and you're tired and just drunk enough not to care about the rules. You feel him freeze for a moment before his hand comes up to your waist to help keep you upright. "Let's get you home, hm?"

Andie refuses to leave Tommy's side now that they've gotten into an argument about the best musician of all time, and she decides to ride in your car with him while you climb into the truck with Joel. The second you're alone in the car with him, you just start laughing to yourself. Joel laughs a little, too, as he turns the ignition over.

"What's so funny?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Just you." You say, giggling a little more.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"What about me?"

"A few weeks ago, I thought I'd fucked you over, and now you're picking me up 'cause I got too drunk on New Year's Eve," it's not funny, but you laugh anyway. "You're a much better person than I am." You say. It's quiet in the truck as your words settle like dust on the dashboard. The only sound is the engine running and the distant sounds of fireworks popping in nearby neighborhoods. He takes a deep breath and rests a hand on your headrest to reach around in the backseat, producing his large jacket and pulling it over your body to protect you from the cold.

"I think you're a good person. Definitely a world better than me," he says as he puts the car in drive. "And, for what it's worth, you didn't fuck me over."

"No?" You ask, and he shakes his head, glancing at you as he pulls onto the road.

"No." He says, and you hum. You pull his jacket closer to you and cling to the smell of pinewood, leather, and hints of his cologne. If they sold this smell in a candle, you would go into debt just to have it linger in every room. The thought presses on a bruise you forgot was there, and in your inebriated, vulnerable state, you can't stop yourself from staring at his profile as yellow streetlights and bursts of fireworks reflect across his face.

You study him the way you've been dying to for months. Your eyes study how his eyebrows move with minute emotions and muscles. The way his big nose curves perfectly. The way his jaw clenches and unclenches when he's nervous or unsure what to say. You wish you had a piece of paper and a pencil to sketch his side profile as it comes into view between headlights. You don't believe in muses, but you believe in inspiration. Especially when you look at him.

"Thank you for comin' to get us. I know you'd rather be sleeping." You break the silence, and he nods.

"I'd rather know you're safe than anythin' else," he says. "How much did you have to drink?"

"I don't know," you groan, absentmindedly rubbing at your face and no doubt smearing makeup. "People kept buying us drinks, and I'm so fucking broke, I'm not gonna say no to a free drink."

"People? What people?" He asks, his interest suddenly piqued. You shrug and put your feet up on the dash. He glances at them but doesn't shove them off.

"I don't know. People. Men people." You say.

"Different men or the same guy?"

"Does it matter?"

"No," he says a little too quickly. "No, it doesn't matter. As long as you had fun." There's something off about his tone, but you can't place it. At least, not until he puts the final nail in his own coffin. "D'any of 'em try to get your number?"

"Oh, my God!" You squeal excitedly as you sit up and put your feet back down. "Are you jealous?"

"No! Why would I be jealous? We're friends."

"Yeah," you scoff. "'Friends.'" You say with intense finger quotes, and he furrows his brows as he looks at you.

"Are we not friends?"

"Joel, c'mon. I liked you from the second you walked into my classroom. We were never gonna be just friends." The confession comes loose before you can swallow it back down. It wiggles between you like a fish out of water, and you want to take it back. Not because it's not true but because you weren't ready to tell him. Things just got back to normal after the winter showcase. You're not ready to lose him again.

"You're drunk," he says softly as if he's reminding himself more than anything. Maybe he thinks because you've been drinking, you don't mean it, but you do. You really, really do. It's too late to take it back, but you can try to bring levity back. You can try to backpedal a little.

"You're drunk." You counter. He drives in silence for a few more miles, and the rumble of the car and the tequila weighing your mind down lull you to sleep— narrowly avoiding another hard conversation and worst-case scenarios.

You wake up on the first day of the new year hungover, sore, and in a bedroom you don't recognize. Bright sunshine bursts into the room and forces your eyes open in a squint. You almost jump up when you're greeted with a bottle of water and Tylenol on a nightstand that's not the white one on the right side of your bed. You sit up a little and look around at the cozy, if not a little cluttered, room.

The walls and the soft sheets are a nice, comforting blue. A few posters and pictures hang on the walls, and even a landscape painting hangs above the bed. Still, there's a little laundry strewn on the floor, and you recognize the closet full of flannel and button-up shirts next to you. You guess that's where your oversized, burnt orange Texas Longhorns shirt and black sweatpants came from. Snippets from the car ride and stumbling into the house fill your mind, and you groan in embarrassment.

You remember Tommy calling Joel and telling him Andie got sick on the way to your apartment, and he didn't want to drop you off alone where something could go wrong. They offered to take you to their house, and in your drunk and stupid state, you said yes. You remember gentle hands holding your face as a cold, wet makeup wipe swiped across your skin, and thank God for that. Otherwise, you would feel worse than you already do. You remember hearing Andie and Tommy's voices outside the bedroom door, but you don't remember how you got into the room or the shirt. A light knock on the door pulls you out of your memories, and Joel walks in with a cup of coffee and a sympathetic smile.

"Good mornin', sunshine," he says, the right amount of mocking. "How're you feelin'?"

"Like I got hit by a truck." You say, and he laughs as he hands you the mug and sits on the bed.

"I figured. I've got breakfast goin' downstairs. You need all the food you can get to soak up the alcohol." He says as you take a sip of the bitter coffee. You sigh into the cup at the (somehow) magical effects it has on your body, and he smiles. "That good, huh?"

"Yes, thank you," you say. "Thanks for everything. I know it probably wasn't fun trying to wrangle us last night."

"You weren't lyin' when you said how much trouble you and Andie got into together." He says. You think you could crawl into a hole and die at the embarrassing gaps in your memory.

"Oh, God. What happened?"

"Well, first of all, she wouldn't stop talkin' to you bout Tommy even though he was right there, but it was all good things. Then, you almost fell asleep on the couch after demanding’ Whataburger, and I had to carry you up the stairs. And then, Andie locked us in here and told us to figure our shit out."

"I'm gonna fucking kill her."

"I'm pretty sure she almost fell asleep in the hallway waitin' us out. Tommy parked her in Sarah's room and slept on the floor in case she needed somethin'." He says. You knew the Miller men were kind and selfless, but this is a whole new level. You owe them a fruit basket or your kidney or something. You rub your temples and take another sip of coffee before taking two Tylenol.

"And where did you sleep?"

"You don't remember?" He asks, chuckling. At least he's not mad. If he was, you think you'd climb out the window and walk all the way home. "I tried to sleep on the floor, but every time I tried to lay down, you laid down next to me. You wouldn't even close your eyes unless I was next to you, so I built a little pillow wall and slept in bed."

"Are you serious?" You ask, and he nods. You can vaguely recall getting into a hushed argument with him about kicking him out of his own bed and falling asleep against his chest, vindicated and content. You groan and bury your head in your hands. "Please tell me Ellie isn't here."

"She spent the night at Dina's house, none the wiser." He says. You almost say something about Ellie spending a lot of time with Dina recently, but keep your mouth shut. If something's going on, you doubt she wants her teacher to snitch on her to her dad.

"I'm so, so, so sorry, Joel."

"Don't be sorry. It was funny. I didn't know teachers partied so hard," he says, and you laugh a little. "Besides, it made me feel better knowin' you two were safe." You look up as he speaks and take a deep breath at how sweet he is. He smiles, and you scoot close enough to him to cuddle into his side. He welcomes you by tucking you under his arm and resting his head on yours.

Your head is pounding, and your stomach is in knots, but the coffee and his presence help ground you. His hair is a little damp and smells like Ellie's shampoo. The thought of them sharing products makes you smile, and you rest a hand on his chest. Worn in, soft fabric cushioning your fingers as they rest over his heart.

"Can we add this to our list of inappropriate secrets?" You ask quietly, and a puff of air leaves his nose in a laugh. He lifts his head from yours and looks down at you fondly. He doesn't look particularly well-rested, and you're sure that's your fault, but you also can't get over how beautiful he looks in the morning. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, his beard is a little unruly, and his shirt is crumpled, but the light streaming in makes his brown irises look amber and the grey in his hair silver. He's beautiful like this. He's beautiful all the time.

"Course," he mumbles as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers on your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek, and your hand slides from his chest to his shoulder to keep him close. "D'you get a New Year's kiss, at least?" He asks. You purse your lips as you stretch your memory back.

"'M pretty sure I kissed Andie."

"Nice." He says, too impressed, and you push at his shoulder.

"What about you? You get a New Year's kiss?" You're walking the wrong side of the line, and you both know it. He smirks anyway.

"I was a little busy takin' care of these two drunks."

"One time," you say. "I go out one time, and suddenly I'm a drunk."

"That's all it takes." He shrugs, and you laugh.

"Apparently," you say. "Well, I'm sorry again. Didn't mean to ruin your chances of getting kissed."

"Nah, you didn't."

"No?"

"No," he shakes his head as he leans in and kisses you, tilting your face up to him so he can control the angle. Two months. It's been two months since you last kissed Joel, and you can feel all sixty days of want in the searing kiss. He's not shy like he might've been in the past— waiting for you to make this first move— he's commanding and steals your breath out of your lungs when his tongue slides against yours. It's different, and so, so good. You wind your hand into his hair and lightly tug when his hands roam down your body and grab at your hips. You take the signal and throw a leg over his hips to straddle him, gasping when he presses into the small of your back and pushes you against him.

Now, you're awake. Fuck the coffee.

You're dizzy when his mouth dips from your lips to your jaw, biting the sensitive skin there, and his hands wander below the fabric of your (his) shirt. His fingers are soft when they graze against your sides, skimming up your body until he squeezes your breasts. Both of you groan as you arch into his touch. He's barely touched you, and you're already soaked.

"Missed you." He whispers as his lips blaze a trail down your neck while his fingers lightly pinch your nipples. You grind your hips into his, desperately searching for friction, and he hisses like you hurt him. His hips canting up reassures you you didn't. "You gonna disappear on me again, sweetheart?" It doesn't come across as mean, but there's a new authority in his voice that you're not used to hearing. The dam isn't just broken. It's in fucking shambles at the bottom of the river.

"'M not going anywhere." You breathe. "I promise." You think you mean it. You think you want to mean it. You think you're done caring about optics and what's "right." You want him, and based on the way the bulge in his sweatpants prods under you, he wants you too. He pulls away from your neck to kiss your lips again, wraps an arm around your back, and lays you on your back on the mattress.

You tug at the back of his shirt and greedily let your hands roam over his chest and back when he throws it across the room. He's all broad shoulders and strong arms, and you can finally feel the muscles and warm skin you've thought about since way before that night in the bar. When his fingers trace patterns into your inner thighs, you moan into him and grip his forearm hard. "Joel, I need-"

"What? What d'you need, baby? Tell me." He asks, his fingers dancing closer and closer to where you want him. It'd be so easy for him to slip his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants and feel how desperate you are, but he hesitates. "C'mon, use your words."

"Fuck, I-" You start to say when the door creaks open.

"Joel, do you want— woah!" Tommy yells before you hear the door slam shut again and his feet rushing down the hallway, no doubt to tell Andie about what he just saw. Joel groans and buries his face in your neck, and it takes everything in you not to laugh.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him."

"I'll help you hide the body."

"Finally!" Andie yells from downstairs, and this time, you do laugh.

"They're never gonna let us hear the end of this, are they?" You ask.

"Probably not," he says. He's unmoving over you, and you sigh as you kiss his cheek. He lets his body weight drop into you, and you play with his hair while he rests his head on your chest. His hands rest under your body and press you closer to him, smothering you together. His broad shoulders expand and contract with every breath, and you count them as you scratch his scalp. "I have to go get Ellie soon." He mumbles into your chest.

"Then, we should probably go." You say. He groans and kisses your sternum before pushing onto his forearms. He kisses up your chest to your neck, forcing a shaky breath from you when he nibbles at your earlobe.

"I want you in my bed all the time," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. "Wearin' my clothes, makin' all those pretty sounds, not havin' to worry bout Tommy or anybody." His chest rumbles against yours as he speaks; all you can do is squirm under him. His fingers picking up their previous patterns don't help either. "Wanna feel you come over and over again. On my fingers. On my tongue. On my cock. Wanna make you feel so good." His middle finger rubs against your clothed pussy, and your nails dig into his shoulder as you try to suppress a surprised sound. You're so wet, you'd be surprised if he couldn't feel the damp spot on your underwear. "You gonna let me make you feel good, baby? Huh?" He bumps your nose with his, subtly asking for attention when all you can focus on are the lazy circles he's drawing over you.

"Please." You whimper, but you're not sure what you're begging for.

"I know, I know," he murmurs. You know you can't get away with anything with Tommy and Andie waiting for you downstairs but you want him to make good on his promise. You want him. You have for so long it's burning you from the inside out. And yet, he pulls away from you with a smirk. "I'm gonna take all the time in the world with you next time." He says as he rolls off of you, and you're left lying there, shocked and flushed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ask, sitting up, and he just shrugs as he pulls his shirt over his head.

"I've gotta go get Ellie."

"Don't pull the Dad Card right now." You sound a little petulant, but honestly, you don't care. He worked you up to just walk away? This is cruel and unusual punishment. He presses his knee into the mattress and leans over you again, kissing you chastely.

"You'll have to get me back later." He says, and you sigh, shaking your head at the amused look in his eyes.

"I'm gonna make you wish you were dead."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

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newbakerontheblock · 10 months ago

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Joel Miller x reader 18+

Summary: set during LOU. Joel comes to see a friend after a hard day. Who cheers him up in the best way.

Warning: smut, 18+ only, blowjob, slight praise(if you squint)

You’re tired from the days work, working as a nurse during a time like this was non stop. You come home and shower, getting into a top and shorts and grabbing a glass of wine. Thankfully Tommy kept you happy and paid with gifts to thank you for all your work. So a day like today, wine was needed. You absentmindedly downed the glass while zoning out on the sofa so you pour yourself another but before you can take a sip there’s a knock on the door.

You’re not surprised to see Joel stood at your door, but you’re taken back by the big frown on his face. Although around others he surely had that frown all the time, but with you he didn’t. You didn’t even need to say anything, you waved him in and started to pour him a whiskey.

You handed him his glass and your fingers touched, you ignored the sensation you felt inside at the smallest of touches. You’ve always felt something towards Joel. But never attempted to let him know, it’d be completely pointless. You’ve never gotten the hint he’s felt anything more for you. You miss the way he held his breath when your fingers grazed and his eyes flash to your lips.

“What’s happened?” You ask, as he sits on the sofa and you sit in the chair opposite.

“Hard day. Just a lot of work to do and not a lot of time.” He replied gruffly.

You study the expression on his face whilst you drink your wine. You had an idea in mind what you could do to cheer him up but wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection if he didn’t want it. So you thought about testing the waters. With just your shorts on you crossed your legs, allowing the shorts to ride up your thighs, and just as you had hoped. Joel watched your movement and eye running up your legs with a hunger.

“Did you need me to help you relax?” You ask innocently, placing the glass on wine in front of you on the coffee table, allowing your top to slip down enough for Joel to notice you had no bra on. He tensed on the sofa, gripping the arm of it tightly, his knuckles whitening.

“How?” The word came out quietly as he was eager to hear what was coming.

“Whatever you’d like.” You were sure you had a little buzz of the wine you was drinking, you’ve never been so upfront with him. But pushing his buttons like this was making you so wet already, you’re sure if you uncrossed your legs right now he’d see the wet patch in your shorts.

Joel didn’t say anything, he kept watching you intently. Trying to judge what you was planning, you licked your lips and stood up. Butterflies were going mad in your stomach as you walked up to him. He looked like he was going to stand up so you shake your head. As you lower yourself to your knees his eyes widen slightly, he’s hoping and praying you’re planning on doing what he thinks. For so long, he’s wondered what it would be like with you. Your lips wrapped around his hard cock as he fights the urge to fuck your mouth until you’re gagging and tears are streaming. Many nights he’s fucked his fist whilst thinking of you riding him, pussy clenching him as you near the edge. Now you’re in front of him on your knees and he’s getting hard already.

“Let me help you.” You whispered while fingers run down his front and under his t shirt.

You waste no time in pushing up his shirt and giving him light kisses along his stomach line. He tenses in anticipation. Yours hands take the time to unbutton his trousers and free his erection from his boxers.

“Oh fuck Joel” you murmur as you look at his cock.

So thick and long. You’re sure he wouldn’t fit completely in your mouth but you were determined to try. Grabbing the base of his cock and giving a light squeeze, he groans from above and leans his head back against the sofa, eyes closed. You take the advantage to lick the tip of him, tasting the precum spilling out.

“Fuck!” He exclaims, head throwing forward as he looks at you.

You look him straight in the eyes and take his cock in your mouth, you’re aware straight away of the size and jaw aching but it was forgotten when you watched his face contort in pleasure. Starting gently you pulled back until just the tip as in your mouth and before you could push down again, Joel’s hip thrust upwards. Making you gag at the size of him.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry, feels so good. Shit.” He rushes to apologise.

You didn’t know how to put it into words so you decided to show him, you grabbed both of his hands and planted them on the back of your head, allowing him to push your head down deeper.

“You’re such a good girl.” He praises and you clench around nothing.

He doesn’t take long to start fucking your mouth, you hear his breathy moans and grunts as he chases his high. Your hand roams to his balls and gives them a gentle squeeze.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum baby.”

You wanted him to cum in your mouth, you wanted to taste everything he had to offer so you carried on, opening your throat and ready to swallow.

“I’m cumming, fuuuuuck” Joel cries out as he cums, filling your mouth which you swallow down.

As he calms down from his high you look up at him and say,

“Feel better?” With a mischievous grin.

“Fuck yes. Now it’s your turn.” He grabs you and leads you to your room.

I would literally do anything for Pedro pascal 🥵🥵🥵🥵 damnnn. I think I must have read every one of the fanfics about him, had to give this a go. Basically living my fantasties through fics right now 🤣

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red-pill-blue-pill · 1 year ago

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As friends.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Miller

Summary: Joel is your friend, he just happens to be really handsome

Warnings: mild spice towards the end ??? just in case, fluff, friends to lovers (just so y'all know I'm a sucker for that shit)

a/n: I wanted to write a little blurb but it got outta hand. This is is my first time writing for the Joel Miller and i'm nervous (I love this character so much) so please be kind 💖

His living room was dimly lit by one of the lamps next to the couch. Something played in the background, blues you think. He had found a record player a couple of weeks ago while he was patrolling with Tommy. He had even come across some records in perfect condition, tucked inside a tattered wardrobe. He was such a lucky fucker.

When he came back, he showed them off to you while saying something along the lines of “‘f you wanna listen to them you gotta come to mine, sweetheart” flashing you one of his now familiar cocky smiles, as if he needed to convince you to spend time with him.

Your stomach still churns at the nickname and you chastise yourself every time, for letting your mind even dare to go down that path when it’s Joel the one you’re talking about, for even thinking about him that way. Joel, your fucking friend. It had to be the lack of romantic action in your life. It had been so long since you last were with someone that your brain had to be confused. No one in Jackson had caught your eye for the last couple of years, nor tried to make any advances to you, and who would have dared when you were next to Joel —mean scary Joel— every single day?

Still, you didn’t care, you spent most of your free time either with him or at his house, playing games with Ellie while he was on patrol or sipping on wine and talking about your day when he fixed you a nice dinner. Like right now, back at his living room, soft blues playing in the background and the soft orange light from his lamp rendering the room even cozier.

You were sitting on his sofa, glass of wine in hand. Blues had never been your type of music, at least not until Joel showed you one of the records he found on patrol, an Eric Clapton one, a smile from ear to ear and an excited “Look what I’ve found, I reckon you gon’ love it.”

But now, as you look at him sprawled on the couch, his head —his big ass, heavy head— resting on your legs with his eyes closed and humming softly to the song, you believe it may be your favorite.

You sipped on your wine and carded your fingers softly through his hair, relishing in the feeling of his hair through your fingers. You looked down at him, his face was completely relaxed, the familiar pull of his frown nowhere to be seen. He looked so peaceful like this, his long lashes fanned over his cheeks and the light casted soft shadows over his face. He was so handsome.

“You are so handsome” your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up. His eyes opened, orbs completely dark thanks to the lightning, and he quirked a brow, clearly amused at your comment. You tried to recover quickly “And I’m just saying this the way a friend calls another friend cute, don’t get too excited.” You chuckled.

Lies, lies, lies.

He scoffed, “Yeah, right.” he closed his eyes again, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your deft fingers through his hair. “Who you tryna fool, sweetheart? ‘m as old as time.”

You stretched your arm to place the wine glass on the coffee table, careful to not disturb Joel with the motion. This time, your now free hand went to trace the lines on his forehead so softly, a barely there touch. A shiver ran down his spine. It had been a long time since someone touched him with such care, as if he was some precious relic, only to be treated with care.

“Hate that you can’t see what I see, Joel” your voice was soft, charged with love, but still stern. You hated when he was self deprecating, which unfortunately was very often.

“And what is it you see?” he swallowed the lump in his throat. Why were his hands sweating all of a sudden?

Your fingers drifted to the lines around his eyes, tracing them with your fingertips. “For starters you’re rugged and strong and that’s just plain attractive. Besides, you think age kills beauty, but it’s quite the opposite.” His eyes opened once again and gazed up at you, something you couldn’t quite make out swirling in them. You continued, trying to ignore the heat of his stare “The lines in your face… they mean you’ve lived, you’re alive.” you are here with me

“What do you mean?” his voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse because of the sudden dryness that had taken over his mouth.

“This one right here” you smoothed out his semi-permanent frown with your thumb “tells me you’ve got very few friends.”

“m��kay, that’s rude.” he feigned hurt for a few seconds, then he saw your bright smile. That goddamned smile, the one he never got tired of seeing. And then he smiled too. A small and barely there grin.

“Then the ones around your eyes”, your fingers skimmed over his crows feet, “they tell me that you’ve laughed and smiled a lot, that despite this nightmare we’ve found ourselves in, you were happy once.”

Silent fell over the room, Eric Clapton sang in the background as Joel and you played at your personal staring contest, one charged with unspoken feelings. His eyes were wide in surprise, searching your face, looking for something you sure fucking hoped he found in the way your soft eyes looked back at him. Your fingers still threaded through his locks, not once having stopped since he laid his head on your legs. Everything felt intimate, maybe way too intimate for just a couple of good friends having some wine after dinner.

A nervousness settled in your bones, the kind of feeling you get when you know something’s about to happen but you don’t know what. Your heartbeat picked up, it thumped wildly against your chest, your eardrums, all along your veins. Then you cleared your throat, unable to stand the silence any longer. “Anyway, as I said, you are handsome.” you let out an awkward breathy laugh. “I‘m telling you as a friend” you quickly added. Again. For good measurement, right?

He sat back up on the sofa, his body slightly twisted to face you. In the daze of the moment you had completely forgotten how broad he actually was, his knee pressing against your thigh. “As a friend…” he echoed back at you, a teasing smile spreading over his features. God, he was going to be the death of you.

You reached back for your wine glass and nodded absentmindedly before taking a long gulp, not daring to look him in the eyes just yet. Suddenly, his hand cupped your face softly, fingers pressing lightly into your cheeks, encouraging you to look at him. His eyes were filled with tenderness and the kind of hope you have when love is still a possibility. His lips were mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“Would’ya mind if I kissed you, sweetheart?” his voice was low and syrupy and it ignited a different kind of desire in you, something you had never felt before, raw, primal. You inhaled sharply and before you were even able to answer he added “As friends, that is.” he chuckled, clearly proud of himself for teasing you, and you smiled fondly.

“Ain’t that what really good friends do?” you laughed breathily.

“Oh, I reckon they do a whole lot more than that.”

His lips pressed softly against yours, a softness you knew Joel was capable of but you had never experienced it yourself. Now, after getting a taste you didn't want to live without it. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, tangling with the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping you against his lips, deepening the kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, and thank god because suddenly Joel was grabbing your thighs and pulling you to straddle his lap.

He took advantage of the gasp of surprise that left your lips and licked greedily into your mouth. His hands roamed your back, going down occasionally to squeeze your ass over your jeans, relishing in the whimpers he pulled from you. Your hips started moving on their own accord, rutting against Joel’s growing bulge, making a deep groan rumble on his chest.

You tugged on his hair to break the kiss and stared dreamily at him. His pupils were blown out, his half lidded eyes hazy with lust, his lips swollen and red from kissing and a light shade of red tinted his cheeks. He was positively fucked out.

“You want this?” he asked while playing with the hem of your t-shirt, ducking his head once again to lick and kiss at your neck.

You could only muster a distracted “Hmh” as you kept rutting your hips against his. “As friends?” you asked between whimpers.

He pulled away to look at you, a hint amusement in his eyes as he took in the cocky grin you were sporting despite the lust filled gaze directed at him. His hands slipped past the waistband of your jeans, grabbing your panties from behind and pulling till the fabric rubbed against your clit. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips.

“As friends” he answered before claiming your mouth once again.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller/reader #joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal

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deadqueerboys · 4 months ago

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Drunk! Tommy x Male! Reader

Tw: Alcohol. Con non-con. Cheating. Nsfw.

Part two.

One night together, that's all they had. M/n and Tommy agreed to take some drinks, nothing too bad, just a cute night all alone. Usually, they drink with Tubbo or Molly, but today, it would be a straight boys night. It's been a while since they don't have a hangout, not since Tommy came out as bi curious. M/n wasn't homophobic tho, he just.. wasn't gay. Right?

It's past midnight, both of they drunk and feeling their bodies weird. Some hics and chuckles can be heard from the outside, and they are unconsciously being too loud. Tommy is feeling funny, too drunk to notice how close he was to M/n.

"Come on, man. You can tell me, are you.. homophobic?" Tommy smirks, his hand slightly touching M/n's. He has a soft but loud voice, almost like always. Tommy was always so loud, M/n couldn't even find the difference.

"Are you serious? This again?" M/n sighs, his voice clearly showing some stress as he rolls his eyes. He looks down, noticing their hands touch, but instead of taking it off, he grabs his hand, their eyes meeting for a short time. "I'm not homophobic. Why would I?"

"You haven't talked to me since I came out, and you always act awkward when we are with Tubbo around." He, against his will, keeps the eye contact, his thumb now caressing M/n's palm. The touch is soft, warm, almost too good to be true.

M/n frowns, maybe he did. Maybe that was true. Or maybe he was just too drunk to give Tommy a real answer. Instead of talking, he gets up. "It's not what you think it is." He walks to the kitchen, only a few steps away from the couch where they were. Like a lost puppy, Tommy also gets up, following M/n who tiredly takes another wine bottle, pouring it into two different glasses.

"So, what is it? What's wrong?" He keeps asking, poorly waiting for a proper response. Tommy picks one of the glasses, taking a sip from the wine. His wine. Their wine. His eyes close, enjoying the flavor who warms his body from the inside.

"i- I didn't get upset because you came out. And I'm not awkward around Tubbo! We simply don't like each other. He judges me for my actions and choices, and I'm not a big fan of his actions either." He looks at his glass, wondering if he should or not get more drunk than what he already is. "I'm going to regret this.." He holds the glass, drinking all of the wine that was on it. It was a courageous shot. The one he needed.

With a sudden strength, he grabs Tommy's waist, pressuring him against the counter. He attacks him with a long kiss, so messy and weird towards their drunkeness. M/n couldn't think straight, but it seems so right.. The kiss, besides messy, feels really good and rough. Tom replies it with more care, being gentle as they start to play with their tongues.

The place feels too hot in a few minutes of kissing, M/n's hand scratching Tommy's chest under his shirt, changing his kisses to his neck, biting and licking like an animal. He moans, panting. It's savage and wild. Tom's hand is grabbing M/n's hair, pushing him away from his neck, even though he wanted it a lot.

They both went silence, looking at each other, trying to understand what the fuck just happened. But not enough to take their hands to themselves. It was time for Tommy to make a move. He has a cocky smile on his face as he sits on the counter, wrapping his legs around M/n's hips, bringing him closer to kiss him again, with more softness at this time. He can feel himself growing hard as they kiss, the alcohol obviously making a big effect.

M/n grinds as he moans, looking down at Tommy's sweatpants, his mouth open for a second, almost drooling to such a private vision. It was all he thought about, how big was it? Big enough to make him regret? Or big enough to give him so much pleasure that he wouldn't mind the pain? He tries his best, putting his hand under the pants and touching with shyness his cock. Oh, it felt amazing just to touch it, feel it. M/n has a dumb smile on his face, kissing him again and again as he strokes it.

Tommy starts to feel desperate. It's so good, and he wants more and more. He breaks the kiss to take off his own pants and underwear, stroking himself before letting M/n do his job. It's almost possessive how M/n wraps his hand around the cock, going down to kiss the tip and lick it, the pre-cum all over his hand, the only lubricant they would have.

"Oh, shit! There, there!" Tom whimpers, grabbing M/n's hair once again, begging for him to give him a head. He was pathetically moaning. It felt like overstimulation. "Please, do it again.." He asks, no nicely and sweet. His voice low at this time, panting.

And as a good friend, M/n got on his knees.

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thefixations-ofmine · 5 months ago

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Buck Week 2024 Challenge Day 5, Aug. 16

Prompt: “I wonder what it would have been like if I had known sooner.” / Bi pride / Acceptance Word count: 1.5k Warnings: fluff, drinking, sexual innuendos

A/N: This is posted way later than the deadline. Again, the heat was downing and I had trouble with motivation. Sadly this is the only other day I finished. Hopefully my next challenge goes better. ✨️

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“I wonder what it would have been like if I had known sooner,” Buck casually says around the patio table at his sister’s Thanksgiving dinner, downing his last sip of wine and looking at the trellis above him. He feels himself softly bounce as Tommy chuckles beneath him, the uneasy feeling of sitting in a man’s lap in front of everyone long-gone.

“You’d probably have an incurable disease,” Chim spits playfully and grants himself a backhand to the chest from Maddie. “What? That kid was on everything a couple years ago. Or under? You know what, I don’t wanna know…” He shakes his hands.

“Yeah, Chim. Don’t push it,” Hen joins. She looks through the patio door to make sure the kids are still playing peacefully in the living room and not eavesdropping.

“Hey, come on! I was always super careful,” Buck defends himself. “Those turnouts can hold a lot of stuff! I had protection anywhere I went.” There’s a shared grunt of disgust amongst the guests before Buck can realise the implications of that sentence. He goes to stutter more information but Tommy talks first.

“Listen. Evan is clean and settled now. You guys have nothing to worry about,” he says with a glimmer of pride, hand giving Buck’s thigh a gentle squeeze. “Plus, AIDs treatment have gotten much better over the years and-“

“Are you taking their side?” Buck gasps, seemingly offended. The room buzzes in laughter.

“I mean, I did ask around about you a little. After our first few dates,” Tommy corrects. He can tell Buck is still questioning his intentions. Tommy takes a sip and continues: “I didn’t want to know about all of that. I wanted to know some basic stuff so that I know where to take you out and what to do. Then all these bozos offered invasive backstories and I just couldn’t stop them.”

“Don’t try to be cute. And you guys are all being talked about in my next therapy session for dishing out!”

“Aw, you know we love and accept you, Buckaroo,” Hen reassures with a genuine smile. And he knows. Knows they would have been okay with it had he walked into the station an affirmed bi man and would have listened to his Buck 1.0 stories regardless of the counterpart.

They let the story die and Buck bends to kiss Tommy quickly, then shakes his head in disbelief as if to indicate there will be a conversation about this later. He’s still surprised every time; how vastly different the physical dynamic is for him now. He doesn’t have to crane his neck up or down. Despite being a sturdy piece of man, there’s Tommy sitting under him unbothered, unafraid of dead legs with his big hand running absentmindedly up and down his back. He remembers how dainty his partners had felt on him, how he shielded their bodies when he crowded over them in bed. And the shiver up his back at that thought is confirmation enough that Buck will always be bisexual. It’s the way Tommy makes him burn inside, how he matches him eye to eye – even more so mentally than physically – that has him coming back for more and not doubting his gut chasing love this time around. Unless Tommy drops an unpredictable bomb on him, he’s not planning on letting him go. Deeply satisfied.

Then Buck hears their conversation fade as he falls into a daydream of what could have been, had he explored his sexuality before now. It takes him to his high school years, where he would much rather have planned his next jackass move than have girls talk him out of them in exchange for a cool status. Sure, there were a few quick stolen kisses, and definitely a hot and heavy make out session in a broom closet after a bottle spin, but other than a not so serious relationship where they had held hands in the hallways and talked a little over the weekends, Buck had spent his teens trying to get his parents’ attention. College was short lived for him when he pulled the biggest stunt of his life, so far, and got kicked out for burning his tuition money on his new toy. He did get a few months in though, and that allowed for some observations.

“Evan, honey?” Tommy’s voice takes him out of his trance. “You’ve been awfully quiet on the ride home,” he adds, helping Buck take his jacket off. Buck looks at the clock; 1:25. Tommy tilts his head in search of an answer.

“Sorry, baby. Just… I got caught up on that thought.” He’s headed to the fridge for a bit of juice.

“Thought?” Tommy follows like a shadow, sensing the nerves in his boyfriend. He settles his chin on his shoulder and repeats himself.

“I don’t know. Maybe I could have been better for you if I had experience,” Buck whispers, takes another gulp. “Wouldn’t feel like I’m ten steps behind all the time.” Tommy chuckles and spins him around.

“Honey, listen. There’s no such thing as being ready for a partner. Did you feel like every girlfriend you had was the exact same?” Buck nods in disagreement. “There. They all needed and wanted something different. And so do I.” Tommy takes the glass out of his hand and finishes it before turning to set it in the sink.

“You know what I mean,” Buck adds with a sigh of defeat.

“Explain,” Tommy says, stern but it leans into his commanding tone Buck craves. He crosses his arms over his chest and undresses the younger man with his eyes. He can hear the gears grind in Buck’s mind and he smiles in delight.

“I would have known how to… prep. I don’t know.” He throws his head back to hide his blush. Unbeknownst to him, it had started creeping up his chest as well. “I would have known how to prep you. How to suck you…” The words die in intensity as if he wants to keep them to himself.

“You never prepped your girlfriends?” Tommy huffs. “I thought you were better than this, Evan.” Buck wants to argue at that, get mad and prove himself until he realizes where Tommy was taking him. Of course. Of course, Buck had already gone through hours of foreplay – loved doing it. Ate ass and prepped his partner for anal sex. He realizes now how it’s not so different, apart from the available appendages.

“I’m dumb,” Buck confesses, his head falling in shame now. Tommy takes two steps over to him and grabs his chin up and crashes his lips with his, hungry despite the copious feast they had just finished. He lets his body press into his boyfriend as if they could meld together. Buck moans into his mouth, letting his hands tug at the hem of his shirt. Then Tommy pulls back for a breath.

“You know that tongue thing you do?” Tommy whispers. Buck whimpers against his lips. “I’m pretty sure you took that from a previous lover and applied it like a good boy.” He’s back to kissing him now, letting a hand play through his longer curls, before tugging his head back to gain access to his neck. “So tell me again, why would I prefer an experienced man who’s not falling to his knees at every opportunity to satisfy me?” He kisses his collarbone. “Eager.” Up his neck. “Obedient.” Behind his ear. Buck moans in compliance.

“I get it. I get it!” Buck chimes, trying to keep from fainting on his kitchen floor. Tommy chuckles deeply.

“Prove me so,” Tommy replies and grabs his hand to guide him upstairs.

Before he knows it, Buck is spread eagle naked on his bed, cock up in attention and already sweaty without having engaged in any activity. Tommy crawls up to his hip and straddles his lap, his heavy dick falling atop Buck’s. Tommy’s hand is already lubed and ready to wrap around the both of them, eliciting a marvelous sound from his boyfriend when he squeezes their tips together. As routine predicts, Buck is already leaking heavily from the light touch alone.

“Tommy please,” Buck whines pathetically and attempts to raise his hips but Tommy is right there with his hand on his stomach preventing just that.

“Oh, sweetheart, no. You’re supposed to make me beg tonight.” But Tommy doesn’t stop his rhythm around their dicks, inherently teasing himself as well; though his age gives him that little edge for lasting longer.

“Get on your stomach then,” Buck says dryly into the air, swatting Tommy’s hand away. What would have alarmed his previous partners was a complete turn on for the big man above him. The back and forth of the dominant dynamic was always fun for the both of them to venture into, and unsurprisingly, Buck had caught on like a pro.

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fuselsstuff · 1 month ago

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🍇 Maybe Buck going on about different types of wine and Tommy being completely enamored by him?

i...i dont know what happend, but this just poured out of me and Buck and Tommy did what they wanted, i didnt have any controll anymore, i need sleep. but thank you so so much for the ask, i truly felt inspired<3

🍇The Winemaker AU

“Oh, Merlot, I had that before, I liked it.” Tommy points at one of the bottles in the shop display. After Buck gave him a quick tour of the cellar, they were back in the wine shop.

Evan frowns. “Did you ever taste my wines?”

“Ah... eh... no, but isn't it the same grape?” And Tommy knew in the same moment as he saw something flicker in Evan's eyes that he couldn't be more wrong.

“How much time do we have?”

“Like an hour I th…” He didn't let Tommy finish his words, he stepped behind the counter, took three glasses from the rack, and placed them in front of him. He then continued to open three different bottles of red wine and poured a bit from each bottle into one of the glasses.

Tommy watched him, the white shirt scrunched back to his elbows, revealing the ink on his arms, the curls falling into his face, the smoothness of how he poured those glasses; Tommy was mesmerized.

“Tommy? you with me?”

Evan grins and pushes the first glass in front of Tommy. “This is our regular Merlot. I let it ferment and sit in the steel tanks I showed you today. Taste it!”

Tommy takes a sip, and… well, it tastes like red wine should taste. But he can't say that, that would be rude, right? So instead he says, “It’s nice,” and puts the glass back down.

Evans's grin was still there. “I should hope so, it's one of our best-selling.” He points to the middle glass. “Now taste this one.”

Tommy did as told, took a sip, and oh, this was different. “ It tastes similar, but kind of...earthier?”

“Okay, I never heard someone describe it as earthier.” Evan laughs, “But you are not wrong; it's the oaked merlot. I put the wine into an oak barrel and let it sit for a year so the wine can extract all those earthy oak notes.” He winks and points to the last glass. “Last one, Tommy.”

He didn't know what he expected, but this was delicious. “It's... wow... it's rich, sweet, but not sticky, it feels dark?! but good” Tommy babbled, trying to put taste into words, “What did you put in here, Evan?” He takes another sip; this time he lingers it in his mouth for a bit before he swallows.

“Just merlot.”

“But these were three completely different wines? especially the last one. This can't be the same.

Evan snorts, an adorable snort, that has to be said, he steals the glass off of Tommy's hands and takes a sip before he puts it down.

“You see, everybody can make wine, everybody can grow grapes, and everybody in this whole wide world could make Merlot wine,” he begins, “but next to the grape quality, it's the technique that makes a wine a wine. This last one you tasted is our selection wine; I only make a few bottles a year. We handpick the grapes, only the ripest and healthiest. Then, when they are in the cellar, I don't use our modern machines on them; I crush them with an old wooden crusher, let them sit for a week so they can extract color and taste, then I press them in a hand press and put them into barrels where they live for two years until we bottle and sell them.”

Evan only stops talking to take a breath.

“so yeah, it's not just the grape, but what you make of it. Sorry for the whole info dump, but I can't let you walk around thinking that every merlot is the same.”

Tommy couldn't help but stare, totally in awe of the gorgeous man in front of him.

“I would kiss this wine and all those words from your lips, Evan, but if i do that, we are definitely gonna be late.

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ladyeyrewrites · 17 days ago

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Feelings Hurled Like Hand Grenades

Read from Chapter One

Rated M

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TW: homophobia

Chapter Twelve: A House Full of Cruelty

Gina wasn’t about to let her nephew sit in the car for seven hours immediately after getting out of the hospital. “You’re staying with me for the next few days,” she said. “I insist.”

Thomas and Evan held one of their wordless conversations before Thomas sighed and Evan grinned in triumph. It seemed Gina might have to have a conversation with her nephew about accepting help when it was offered. “We’d be delighted,” said Evan. “I’ll talk to Bobby and arrange for someone to cover my shifts, and Tommy’s already going to be out on medical leave for a while so we’re in no rush to head back down to LA.” He shrugged. “Besides, it’ll be nice to hang out for a bit, see where Tommy grew up.”

Thomas shook his head. “Pretty sure the gravel lot where I used to go to pretend to hook up with girls was turned into a development,” he said.

Evan chuckled and gave Thomas a look that made Gina feel like she was intruding. “Well,” she said to remind them she was still in the room. “How about I go and get Thomas’s discharge paperwork sorted?”

That night, after Thomas and Evan ensconced themselves in Gina’s guestroom, she sat on her lovely green velvet sofa and sipped her wine and allowed herself to feel every emotion she’d had to shove aside from the moment she’d gotten the call from the hospital.

Of course, she’d been worried for Thomas, but it had been more than worry. There’d been fear – not that Thomas wouldn’t survive. Rationally she’d known he wasn’t likely to die from a broken leg, this was the twenty-first century after all. But sitting in that hospital room had catapulted her back to that day with Siobhan.

The day she’d collapsed.

The day Gina had rushed her to the hospital.

The day she’d been dragged kicking and screaming away from her lover’s deathbed.

The day she’d been faced with true injustice, shown what society thought of her and people like her: not even spared the dignity of a chance to say goodbye.

Gina had grown up in a house full of cruelty. Between her father and her older brother, she’d thought herself hardened to how awful people could be, until she was faced with the cruelty of good people trying to do the right thing within the bounds of a system that viewed Gina and Siobhan and the love that they shared as aberrations. Good people who had to prioritise the bonds of blood over the bonds of love or else risk their jobs. Good people who took Siobhan’s care away from Gina and gave it to the last people on Earth Siobhan had wanted to see: her parents.

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“You know, my parents aren’t good with hospitals either.”

Gina almost spilled her wine all over the green velvet of her sofa and wouldn’t that be a misery to try to get clean? She turned and found Evan standing at the end of the hallway, watching her. “Come, sit,” she patted the spot next to her, the one that had almost been soaked through with wine startled from her glass. “Don’t just lurk there in the shadows.”

Evan smiled, but exhaustion squeezed through the lines of his face. He sat, long legs stretched out in front of him and sighed. What a day he must have had? What a week? One corner of his mind almost certainly occupied with the safety of the man he loved while Thomas fought a wildfire. And the rest of his mind forced to turn to the ordinary, everyday tasks of life. Gina wasn’t sure she understood how he could stand it. Just the thought of Thomas being out there, flying above the blaze seized her stomach with fear and she’d only found out about it after the fact. Evan had known where Thomas was and what he was doing the entire time.

“How is he?” Gina asked.

“Out like a light,” said Evan. “He is going to be a pain in the ass once he’s a little more with it though.” He laughed and shook his head fondly.

“And how are you?” she asked, fixing him with a sharp gaze. “You must have been scared for him.”

Evan sighed and shook his head as though shaking his thoughts into place. “Of course,” he said. “No matter how many times I go through this, it never gets easier. But this is the first time with Tommy.” He rubbed his hands along his thighs in a soothing gesture. “The whole flight up, I was worrying about something happening to him, some sort of complication, that I’d get off the plane and find a message from the hospital or you with bad news.” He took a shaky breath and Gina cast her eye about for the nearest box of tissues just in case the damn broke and ended up having to comfort a sobbing future nephew-in-law.

“The last time I was that scared was when Maddie’s ex kidnapped her, and I didn’t know if she was alive or dead.”

Gina blinked, trying to make sure she’d heard every word of that sentence correctly. “Your sister was kidnapped?” she asked.

Evan nodded and then launched into a longwinded retelling of his sister’s first marriage, her flight to LA, her ex-husband tacking her down, the kidnapping, his sister killing her ex in self-defence. It was a lot to take in.

“Your sister’s a strong woman to come back from that and still be willing to open herself up to love again,” said Gina. And maybe it was the stress of the last twenty-four hours, or maybe in was the wine, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was somehow lesser. She’d built so many walls up around herself and her heart, spent twenty years keeping the possibility of finding someone new at bay. And the only thing the person she’d loved had done was die. If Maddie Buckley could move forward, what was Gina’s excuse?

“She’s the strongest person I know,” said Evan. He fell silent, staring into a memory Gina couldn’t begin to guess at.

“I don’t know about you,” she said. “but I could use a distraction from thinking about injuries and hospitals. Tell me, how are the wedding plans going?”

And that was exactly the right question to ask.

Gina went to bed that night with her ears ringing with talk of centre pieces and wedding favours and colour schemes.

The next day, they propped Thomas on the sofa to recuperate and Gina called in a personal day, much to Tabitha’s shock and delight. “That nephew of yours is going to have to break his leg at least once a year if it means you’ll take time off,” she said before hanging up.

Not that Gina actually took much time off to rest. While Thomas marathoned 90s rom coms, Evan emerged from the guest bedroom with his wedding binder. Gina sat with him at her dining table, going over the guest list, occasionally requesting input from Thomas.

“Should we invite Veronica and Simone?” Evan asked. “We’ve already decided to invite Noah.”

Thomas paused Runaway Bride on a particularly unflattering frame of Julia Roberts and frowned. “I don’t want to cause trouble for them,” he said.

Gina sighed. “Don’t let your father dictate the guest list at your wedding,” she said. “That man has taken enough of your happiness. Don’t let him take this as well.”

“But what if he finds the invitation?” Thomas asked. “What if he asks why they’re going to LA for a weekend? What if he won’t let them go or insists on going with them?”

“All justifiable concerns,” Gina admitted. “You probably understand your father’s controlling nature better than I do, but he’s not as sharp as he used to be,” she said. “He spends most of his time drinking. He’s barely home, at least that’s what Anthony tells me. Believe me, Simone and Noah have been able to get away with a lot more than you ever did.”

A series of complicated emotions traipsed across Thomas’s face before circling back to worry. “But what if Dad finds out after?” he asked. “I don’t want to put them in danger.”

Gina sighed. “Maybe speak to Veronica about it,” she said. “Let her make the decision. It’s her safety and that of her children after all.”

Thomas nodded. “I don’t have her phone number.”

Gina smiled softly. “Luckily, I do.”

Gina called Veronica at work – day shift at one of the local nursing homes. “Thomas and Evan have a question for you,” she said.

“What kind of question?” Veronica asked.

“I’ll tell you once you get off shift,” said Gina. “You’re coming to dinner. Just you. I’m sure Simone can see to it that she’s invited to that boyfriend’s house for dinner, if you’re worried about leaving her alone with Jonathan.”

“Jonathan wouldn’t hurt her,” said Veronica, a bit too sharply for Gina’s liking. It sounded too forced, too like denial, like maybe Jonathan would hurt Simone or at least Veronica was afraid that that was a line he’d eventually cross if given the proper motivation. “He’s still volunteering to support the evacuation efforts with the wildfire. He won’t even know we’re gone.” And yet, her voice was still tinged with fear. And God, Gina wished there was something she could do, but Jonathan had too many friends on the force and in the courts, men who knew him only as an affable drunk, who’d listened to him rant about his wives and his kids, who would side with him if any accusations of abuse came up.

Which is why Thomas’s mother, Angela had never told anyone about what was going on.

Why Thomas had chosen to leave the first chance he got.

Why Michael had followed Jonathan’s footsteps into Alcoholism.

Why Anthony had lashed out.

Why Noah had taken to spending as much time at work or friends’ houses or Athony’s apartment as possible.

All of them finding their own means of escape.

Just as Gina had done all those years ago when she’d fled her hometown for San Fransisco. When she’d shed the façade of a catholic schoolgirl and finally embraced her true self.

A true self she’d slowly shoved back into the box of her upbringing by coming home at her mother’s insistence, confining her truth and her love to the four walls of the house she shared with Siobhan.

And she’d hidden that self from everyone besides Tabitha and her mother for years, until she’d let her secret slip that first dinner with Thomas and Evan. She hadn’t even let herself mourn properly. She’d been so scared of her secret getting out, of people questioning the depth of her grief over the death of her “roommate” that she’d let herself turn frigid.

Becoming cold, that’s how she’d survived the grief.

But had she survived it?

Or had she let grief deaden her?

She hadn’t let herself think about it until Thomas’s return and Evan’s arrival in her life. Until she’d started feeling little pin prickles of joy spreading through her soul, hinting at everything she’d been denying herself.

Gina wasn’t sure she could cope with that thought right now, so she put on her broad brimmed hat and her gardening gloves and went outside to pretend to pull weeds until Veronica arrived.

Which is what she’d done that day after getting kicked out of the hospital, before she knew that Siobhan hadn’t survived.

2006

This wasn’t happening.

It wasn’t fair.

Over the course of a day, she’d woken up to Siobhan making pancakes for breakfast, spent the rest of the morning lazing in bed. And then Siobhan had collapsed in the shower and Gina had called for an ambulance. The paramedics had been kind enough to let her ride with Siobhan to the hospital.

But the kindness ended the moment Siobhan was wheeled through those glass doors into the ER.

They made Gina sit in the hard plastic waiting room chairs while they ran tests.

And then when they found out she wasn’t a blood relative, they kept her outside, in the dark, too busy with the work of saving lives to spare a moment for compassion. A tricky equation Gina would try to balance again and again in the days and weeks and months and years to come.

Gina clung to hope that Siobhan would wake up, make the nurses let her visit. But hours passed, and someone called Siobhan’s family – the one she’d run to San Fransisco to get away from. And Gina found herself being shouted at by a red-headed woman she’d never met, calling her all sorts of slurs that Gina was too shocked to absorb. Blaming her influence for the state Siobhan was in.

And then rough hands grabbed hold of her and dragged her out the doors, dumping her onto the sidewalk.

Gina hadn’t brought her purse with her on the ambulance so she couldn’t pay for a cab.

She walked home.

The sun didn’t even have the courtesy to hide behind the clouds.

Rain would’ve suited her mood better. Would’ve hidden the tears that streaked down her cheeks. Would’ve given her a logical explanation for the chill that rooted itself in her bones.

When she got home, the kitchen was still a mess from Siobhan’s pancake efforts, so Gina started cleaning. And once the dishes were washed and dried and put away and the counters scrubbed down and the floors swept and mopped, Gina couldn’t stand the idea of sitting still and so she kept cleaning.

Room by room.

She chased every cobweb and dust bunny away.

The house would be spotless for when Siobhan came home from the hospital. Clean sheets, soft fluffy pillows, fresh soap in the powder room.

And when the house was worthy of a spread in a glossy magazine, Gina stumbled outside and pulled weeds until her hands bled.

2025

Gina hissed as a thorn scraped her wrist below the protection of her thick canvas gardening gloves.

She examined the scratch: not deep enough to draw blood, but she should probably go inside and rinse it off. There were all sorts of nasties lurking on rose thorns that she didn’t want to risk introducing to her blood stream.

“Gina? Is everything okay?”

Gina had been so focused on burying her feelings that she hadn’t even heard Veronica’s car pull up or the car door slam when Veronica exited. She looked up at her sister-in-law with surprise. “I—” Gina began, searching for some way to brush things off and failing. She shook her head. “Seeing Thomas in the hospital brought up memories of when Siobhan died,” she said.

“Siobhan was your roommate, right?” said Veronica, who hadn’t joined the family until a year after Siobhan’s death. “Your best friend?”

Gina nodded, too tired and emotionally wrung out to even think about coming out to Veronica right now. “That day was the worst day of my life,” she said, which was reasonable enough. Anyone would be scarred by finding their best friend and roommate collapsed in the shower only to have them die shortly after. That was scarring even without romance tangling the situation. But Veronica wasn’t here to listen to Gina unload her past traumas, she was here to conduct a risk assessment on a wedding invitation.

Gina invited Veronica inside, and Evan and Thomas (mostly Evan, given that Thomas was only partially coherent due to the painkillers) laid out the dilemma. “We’d really like to have you and Noah and Simone at the wedding,” said Evan. “But we wanted to know if it’d be safe to invite you.”

Gina half expected Veronica to protest and say that of course it would be safe, but instead her sister-in-law heaved a sigh. “I can’t guarantee that Jonny won’t lose his temper if he finds out we’re invited,” she said. “He might try to crash the wedding, too. I wouldn’t want you to risk that for me.”

Thomas sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as though picturing his father showing up to his wedding uninvited and making a scene.

Gina could picture it as well and it would probably seem tame compared to what her brother had done at their mother’s wake. Vindictive as Jonathan was, he’d probably pull out all the stops to derail his most reviled son’s wedding. Gina recalled a story they’d run in the paper about the trend of swatting, and she could picture her brother doing something like that to Thomas, if he knew what swatting was. She wouldn’t put it past her brother.

“I mean, I could probably ask Athena about having a patrol car stationed outside the wedding to keep an eye out for him,” said Evan. “We’re saving enough of the wedding budget by not needing to pay for the venue, cake, or catering that we could probably afford to bring in security if we need to.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble,” said Veronica.

“You’re family,” said Thomas, definitively. And it amazed Gina how the closed off teen she’d known all those years ago had reached a point in his life where he was able to open his heart and his home to a virtual stranger, like his stepmother. Maybe it was Evan’s influence. “You and Noah and Simone are family even if I haven’t been there for you.” For all Thomas had changed, it seemed like he hadn’t gotten over his habit of trying to shoulder responsibilities that weren’t his to begin with.

Veronica’s expression slipped from somewhat fearful to fond. “Tommy, you don’t need to feel guilty about that,” she said. “I’d heard the rumours about how your dad treated your mom, and I chose not to believe them.” She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know if you remember, but my family situation was…not great. And then your dad started paying me all this positive attention and I’d never been treated that way before and I just wanted to feel special. By the time I realised the kind of person he really was, it was too late. I was pregnant and I was scared of what he’d do if I tried to leave, and I couldn’t afford to raise a baby on my own. And he’s not all bad all the time. Sometimes, he’s really sweet.” Veronica shrugged, spreading her hands wide. “And maybe that’s got to be good enough. I don’t have anywhere else to go. My parents would just tell me to suck it up and stay with him. He knows all my friends. All the cops in this town are on his side.” She shook her head.

Gina reached out and took Veronica’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze that only slightly twinged her knuckles. “If you ever need my help, I’m here for you,” she said.

“We could help,” said Evan. “You work in aged care, right?”

Veronica nodded.

“I have a friend who’s a home health care worker, she could probably help you find a job in LA,” said Evan. “My boss’s wife is a police sergeant; she could help you file a restraining order. And my sister’s ex was abusive. If you need someone to talk to, I’m sure Maddie would be up for it.” He was so unflinchingly earnest in each offer that Gina felt her already considerable fondness for the young man increase exponentially.

Veronica smiled. “That’s really sweet of you to offer,” she said. “But I can’t just pull Simone out of school and move her away from her dad and her friends.”

“What if he does something to her?” Thomas asked. “I know you think she’s safe for now but what if something happens and he turns on her?”

Veronica flinched. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“He’s done it before,” said Thomas. He sighed. “Just think about it. We’re here for you if you need anything.”

Veronica nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ll think about the wedding. How about you send our invitation to Gina, and I’ll see if I can come up with a plan to get us down to LA for a weekend.” She left not long after.

“I hope she reaches out if she needs help,” said Evan. “I know Maddie thought she could take care of everything herself when she was with Doug.”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” said Gina. “But we can’t push her, or else we’ll risk her pushing us away and then she’ll be truly alone.”

The next morning, Gina was debating whether she wanted to take another day off from work (she still felt raw from all the emotions seeing Thomas in the hospital had stirred up like silt from a disturbed lake bed), when she got a call.

“Gina, it’s Athena Grant is this a good time?” the police sergeant asked in that no nonsense way that had so appealed to Gina.

“Did you find out what happened to Siobhan?” Gina asked, figuring there was only one reason why the other woman would call her.

“I did,” said Athena. “I found her death certificate and I figured out where she’s buried.”

Gina’s heart caught in her throat, audibly enough that Evan looked up from where he was preparing coffee to take to Thomas in bed. He raised a questioning eyebrow and Gina put the phone on the counter and switched it to speaker. “Where is Siobhan buried?” she asked, voice shaking.

“I’ll send through the details if you give me your email,” said Athena. “It’s not far from where you are.”

“Thank you,” Gina managed to say, fighting against the emotion clogging her throat. “You can’t know what this means.”

“I know what it’s like to have someone you love taken from you too soon,” said Athena. “I’m only glad I was able to help you find her, even if it is twenty years too late.”

Gina managed to tell Athena her email address and hang up the phone before bursting into tears. She’d always been the kind of person to isolate herself in times of grief, but having Evan there to scoop her up into his sturdy arms before her knees gave out was a comfort she hadn’t known she craved.

He let her weep as he rubbed soothing circles over her back and maybe it was easier to show him her weaknesses because she’d never had to be strong for him. She’d never had to take care of him or blow his snotty noses or help him hide from the world. She could just let herself grieve without fear of damaging his perception of her.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Evan asked once she’d finished crying and had pulled the location of Siobhan’s grave up on her phone.

Gina’s first instinct was to say no, but she stopped herself. Would it be so very wrong to not be alone? She’d spent twenty years alone in her grief, maybe it was time to let someone help her carry it. She nodded.

It was a struggle to convince Thomas to stay behind and rest, but between Gina and Evan they managed to get him to stay on the sofa and promise not to leave until they got back from the cemetery.

It was about a half hour drive during which Evan did all the talking, recounting the history of body snatching that he’d learned from a podcast he’d listened to recently. Gina barely paid any attention, but it didn’t seem like Evan minded all that much. He was just talking to fill the silence and Gina was glad of that, because she wasn’t sure she’d know what to do with silence just now.

After half an hour, Evan pulled into the cemetery parking lot. Gina waited by the car with a bouquet of sunflowers Evan had thought to pick up on the way (which had been so sweet and thoughtful that Gina had found herself crying yet again) while Evan went to check the map so they could find Siobhan’s grave.

Gina leaned on Evan as they walked through the rows of headstones and past ornate mausoleums and angel statues until they came to a simple granite headstone that read:

Siobhan O’Rielly 1973 – 2006 Beloved Daughter and Sister

Gina hadn’t expected to be featured on Siobhan’s headstone given how very religious and homophobic her parents had been, but to be faced with it in literal stone drove home just how completely Siobhan’s parents had ripped them apart.

“Are you okay?” Evan asked.

Gina shook her head as she laid the sunflowers on Siobhan’s grave. “She wanted to be cremated,” she said. “And she hated her parents. They couldn’t even respect her wishes in death.”

Gina sighed. At least she wasn’t crying anymore. “They didn’t even have the decency to tell me that she’d died,” she said. “I found out from a friend who worked at the hospital morgue. She called to give me her condolences.”

“That’s awful,” said Evan. “I can’t imagine that happening with me and Tommy.”

“It still happens sometimes,” said Gina. “That’s why I was so insistent upon you and Thomas binding yourselves to each other legally, so that what happened to me will never happen to either of you.”

“Tommy was really scared that his dad would show up to the hospital,” said Evan.

“Thank goodness for my brother insisting on maintaining a landline, I suppose,” said Gina.

“Yeah,” said Evan.

They stayed quiet for a long while, Gina staring at Siobhan’s carved name, trying to conjure some sense of closeness to the woman she’d loved from the headstone, but all she felt was a hollow in her breast and a chill. There was nothing of Siobhan’s presence here. None of her warmth, her exuberance, her spontaneity. “She’s not here,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Evan asked.

“I thought I’d come here and feel some sort of closeness, get a sense of closure but this,” she gestured to the sterile tombstone, “is so far from what she would’ve wanted. It’s not her.” Gina sighed, a realisation coming over her. “I’ve spent so long focused on the things that were taken from me that forgot to cherish what I have left.”

“What’s that?” Evan asked.

“My memories of her,” she said. “And the knowledge that no matter what happened, I got to love her, I got to truly know her, and no one can ever take those things away from me.”

“Here.” Evan reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small flag with orange, pink, and white stripes. “It was a queer friendly florist. I thought this might come in handy.”

Gina grinned at the lesbian flag in Evan’s hand and took it. Kneeling, she stuck it in the ground next to Siobhan’s headstone. Evan helped her to stand, and Gina took in the grave again. “Better,” she said. And then she turned to Evan. “Do you know anything about online dating?” she asked.

Evan actually blushed. “Um, yeah,” he said. “Why?”

“My friend Tabitha’s been bugging me for years about putting myself back out there,” she said. “I think maybe it’s time.”

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a/n; tommyyyyyyyyyy 🥰 i dont think ive met another tommy stan and i need to honestly i just assume the tommy stans are calm and a little feral

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My bones felt like they were bound to break in the next few seconds, acting as creaky and exhausted floorboards in a venerable home. I hated feeling like this after work but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Making my way up to the doorway, keys in hand, the front door swung open, my spouse, Tommy, standing in the frame with a glass of wine in either hand. I stopped in my tracks, peering at the man who began dancing lightly to amuse me.

I debated on getting back into the car and driving off but it was out of the question and this is what I needed right now. A good laugh, a drink, and the love of my life. It was all anyone needed after a day of bullshit and unnecessarily crude customers.

“Welcome home, my love!” Tommy sang, “come in, come in! It’s nice and warm inside, plenty of seating as well! Come now, don’t be shy!”

“Oh, Jesus, Tommy. Yes, darling, thank you.”

Tommy chuckled, holding out a glass to me and taking a sip from the other, patting my back while I walked by him.

“C’mon, now, gorgeous. Sit. Tell me all about your day,” Tommy sat me down on the couch with him, having my head rest on his shoulder while my hand was made to rest on his knee.

Everything immediately relaxed once he began to place the most gentle kisses on my head, almost making me forget to respond to him.

“Mmm, just the usual. Annoying customers. Co-worker drama, my absolutely anger inducing manager. The basics,” my response seemed to have Tommy put on an angry front, like he was ready to drive down to my job and rip everyone apart, “No, you’re not allowed to come to work with me, Tommy Miller. You stay home.”

“Not even a visit? I’ll knock somebody out for you. Maybe tell Joel, too, he-.”

“No! No, no, and no!” I panicked, sitting up straight, holding my hand up to his mouth, “Don’t tell him anything! Joel takes everything about me seriously which is extremely terrifying.”

“Your his sister-in-law, what’d you expect?”

“Him to threaten people behind closed doors! What he did last time when I told him my ex was threatening to kill you and me was out of this world.”

“He only sent him to the hospital.”

“Tommy,” I breathed, holding a stern expression, “Joel almost went to jail.”

“It’s Joel. He’d be fine.”

“Jesus H. Christ, Tommy,” a mushy smile spread to my face, my wine glass used to make an attempt to hide it. Tommy leaned in to places kisses on my forehead, sending me into a lazy mood, hoping it never ended.

My wine glass sat in my hand, eyes shut as the love of my life placed delicate smooches all over my face, hand coming up to caress my face.

It was a mystery but Tommy always made everything feel better without even trying, doing anything and everything to keep me calm and collected, hating to see me so distraught or tense.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. Everything is going your way. Sooner or later, I promise. Soon you won’t even have to worry about working anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Mmm, that sounds fantastic.”

My wine glass was taken from me, set next to Tommy’s as he encouraged me to lay down, rest my head in his lap to relax even more. Doing so, his hand was massaging my head, a wave of drowsiness and relief hitting me all at once.

“You’re off tomorrow, correct?”

I weakly nodded, hands coming up to hug myself. Tommy chuckled, already aware that I was in a sluggish state. What was this man doing to me and how does it always work?

“Tommy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you. More than anything.”

“I love you too, angel. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” Tommy reciprocated his feelings, brushing hair strands from my face to lean forward and kiss my temple, “ Now get some sleep.”

“We’re on the couch.”

“And you’re eyes are shut and words are almost slurring.”

“Fine, fine,” I groaned at Tommy’s point, allowing myself to give in to sleep and Tommy’s angelic singing, wishing to fight off my sleep in order to enjoy it.

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HI EVERYONE!!!! introducing a new story with you here :))

Description: in which Cameron Jones and Madeleine Abbott meet under unexpected circumstances but life (and their best friends) continue pushing them together. "Anyway the water turns, you're always on my mind, sweet instigator."

CW: smut!! (chapters with (*) indicate smut), mature content overall, reader discretion advised, mentions of alcohol/drugs, single parenthood

Sweet instigator - one. (*)

Madeleine’s feet were hurting.

She uncomfortably shifted on her heels, twisting her ankles around a bit as she coped with the strain in her arches. Maybe another sip of her beer would soothe the ache a bit. Madeleine knew it wouldn’t, but she tried anyway, tipping her cup back to let the cold liquid run through her throat.

“This place is so fun!” Carla gushed. Madeleine hummed along softly, not feeling quite the excitement her coworker was displaying. Carla flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder as she looked around, clearly scoping her surroundings.

Madeleine arched up her brow, “Looking for someone?” She checked, her voice already breaking a bit from shouting over the loud music.

Madeleine had to admit it had been ages since she went to a club. When Carla - a girl who started at the firm not too long ago - asked her to go for an afterwork drink, this wasn’t what Madeleine saw herself doing on her friday night.

She was still in her working clothes, which consisted of black flares and a simple black t-shirt. She felt underdressed and more so looked like she belonged in a rave rather than anywhere else. The black heeled boots on her feet seemed like a good idea for a day of sitting behind her desk, not for an evening of standing up and dancing in the crowd.

“I don’t know.” Carla breathed, “Didn’t Tommy say he was going to be here?”

Madeleine frowned, “Tommy? The prop guy?”

Carla rolled her eyes, “It’s a job, Maddie.”

“No, I know.” She shrugged, “I just don’t know what it’s officially called. All I know is that he drives around day in, day out to look for props.”

“Well, yeah, Tommy the prop guy, I guess.” Carla took a sip of her wine. Madeleine tilted her head to the side, “You think he’s cute?”

“Just a bit.” Carla breathed, shrugging it off, “Do you know if he’s single?”

“I know he’s married.”

Carla’s eyes widened, “Shit, really?!”

“Yeah.” Madeleine chuckled, “Have you never seen the ring on his finger? He’s got a baby on the way, I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Carla groaned, throwing the remainder of her wine down her throat, “I need something stronger than this.” She dragged Madeleine to the bar, “I was about to be a fucking homewrecker!”

Madeleine huffed out a chuckle, “It’s all good. Nothing happened, did it? You can have a crush on someone who’s married or taken, as long as it stays innocent.”

“Well, my thoughts definitely weren’t innocent.” Carla muttered, signalling the bartender, “Four shots of tequila, please.”

“Carla,” Madeleine groaned, disagreeing with the choice of drink even if the bartender was already grabbing four shot-glasses, “please tell me you’re going to drink all of them. I hate tequila.”

“How can you hate tequila?!” Carla laughed and Madeleine shrugged, “It makes me hurl. And besides, I haven’t eaten since lunch, I’m gonna be piss drunk. Can’t we leave this place and grab a bite somewhere? It’s like nine already.”

“Gosh, you sound like an old lady.” Carla teased, “But alright, after these shots,” She grabbed the glasses and pulled them closer as the bartender put a tray of lemon wedges on the bartop, “we’ll go out and find something to eat.”

Madeleine’s mood perked up but Carla held up her finger, “But only if you promise we’ll go dancing afterwards.”

“I can’t feel my feet.” Madeleine deadpanned as Carla pushed a shot in her hand, “Sitting down for about an hour will do wonders! You’ll forget all about that pain. C’mon, drink up!”

And so Madeleine did. Her face scrunched up at the taste and she coughed a bit before biting the bullet and taking that second shot. The alcohol rushed to her head immediately and Madeleine sighed out, realizing she actually planned on a cosy night in on her couch. It sounded boring, but she planned on cleaning.

All week long, she had let her apartment go to trash so it’d feel twice as satisfying when she finally had the time to clean it. And now she’d have to stumble to bed drunkenly tonight to wake up in a mess tomorrow.

Carla was chattering her ear off as the two exited the club and the afterwork event. Now that Carla knew Tommy was taken, she was basically checking out every guy on the street. She even flirted with the waiter of the Italian place they eventually found a small table at.

Madeleine craved carbs, and so she ordered the biggest cheesy pasta they had on the menu and munched on it like a cavewoman. Her hair was pinned back to keep it out of her face and she hardly cared what she looked like when she ate like her life depended on it. Madeleine hated feeling hungry.

“Do you think he’s cute?” Carla subtly nudged her head to the guy making pizza’s by the front door. Madeleine paused mid-chew, seeing the sweaty bald guy. She narrowed her eyes and swallowed her bite, “Hm. I-I’m not sure. Not my type, I think.”

“Well, not for you.” Carla smiled, “but for me?”

“Look, Carla,” Madeleine chuckled, “you should just go for it.”

“What about you, by the way?” Carla took a sip of her red wine while Madeleine wisely chose some sparkling water to not get too blind drunk tonight.

Madeleine leaned back in her chair as she finished her plate, “Me?” She questioned, “Oh, I don’t know.”

“You’re single, aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” Madeleine sarcastically asked, rolling her eyes. Carla chuckled, “Well, if I’m honest, someone told me you used to be engaged and that you’re not anymore.”

“Someone told you?” Madeleine frowned, “Let me guess, Valery did?”

Carla lowered her eyes and shrugged again, “Maybe.”

“She’s such a gossip.” Madeleine exhaled, “But yeah, it’s true. Good to know she’s hanging my dirty laundry out for the entire office.” She had a bitter tone to her voice and Carla shook her head, “It wasn’t like that. You know what our office is like, everyone knows everything. And besides, she said the rock from your finger disappeared.”

Madeleine rolled her eyes again, feeling a little aggravated, “You know, I don’t really want to talk about it.” The silence quickly felt awkward and Madeleine reached for her glass, keeping her eyes low.

“Right.” Carla mumbled, “Okay, I’m sorry. I-I guess I just wanted to know if you’re looking as well.”

Madeleine cleared her throat, “Not really, no.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Madeleine forced a smile and nodded, “Mhm.”

Carla tapped her fingers on the table, “Do you still wanna go out?”

Madeleine felt the burn in her chest at the mention of her separation, and she wondered if she should give into her urges and cry herself to sleep at home by herself, or if she should attempt to leave her sour mood behind and have a fun night.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, “Yeah.” She nodded, smiling slightly, “could be fun.”

“Yay!” Carla excitedly squealed, “Okay, I think there’s a great club not too far from here. How are the feet?”

“Painful.” Madeleine chuckled. She had been sitting for a while so it was fine now, but she knew the second she’d get up she’d feel stabbing pains once more, “I’m gonna need some booze.”

Carla’s grin grew and they paid for their dinner before going on their way. They walked arm in arm through the streets, giggling a little bit. Carla couldn’t help but rate every guy they passed by on the street.

“Oh,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder, “that was definitely a nine.”

“Oh my god, Carla.” Madeleine giggled, shaking her head, “You’re horrible. Imagine if someone rated us based on their looks? I’d die.”

Carla rolled her eyes, “You’re hot as fuck, don’t give me that.”

Carla pulled her into the club she was talking about earlier and they went to the bar as a first order of business. Madeleine was glancing around and hardly realized that Carla ordered them more shots. “Carla.” Madeleine rolled her eyes but didn’t really protest when the glass of tequila got pushed in her hand. Carla grinned at her, “Bottoms up!” She cheered.

Madeleine giggled as she did so, drinking down the shot before ordering a beer. The alcohol quickly buzzed in her head and even if Madeleine hadn’t thought she would, she was actually letting go. Maybe she was drunker than she thought, and she found herself dancing like no one was watching.

With her arms up, she swung her hips from left to right to the beat of the music, bass bouncing off the walls. Madeleine had ditched her purse in one of the lockers along with her jacket, sweat quickly pearling at her hairline from the warm temperatures.

It was April in London, which meant weather was perking up but every day was a surprise. Basically, they got all four seasons every single day and Madeleine never really quite knew what to wear. Some days she arrived at the office, soaked through from the rain. Other days she was sweating because she put on too many layers. And on other days, she scooted her chair closer to the heating because she decided on a t-shirt when it was very clearly sweater weather.

She didn’t feel like she stood out too much in her all-black outfit. This wasn’t a stuffy after-work event, this was a club.

“Maddie,” Carla drunkenly giggled, taking a hold of her arm. Madeleine opened her eyes to find a wide grinning Carla in front of her, “Hm?”

Carla tipped her head back to drink her vodka-lemon, “You know what would be crazy?”

“What?” Madeleine curiously asked and Carla bit her lip, “It would be so crazy if we… like, kissed.” She laughed.

Madeleine raised her brows, “Huh?”

“Yeah.” Carla shrugged, “You and me. You know, we’re drunk, we’re girls.” She shrugged it off as nothing and Madeleine breathed out a chuckle, “You want to kiss me?”

Carla took another sip and shook her head, “No, no, not like that! Just like…” She laughed again, “never mind.”

Madeleine awkwardly laughed along and nodded, “Right.”

“Oh, now that’s a hot guy.” Carla quickly changed the subject, her eyes zeroed in somewhere behind Madeleine. She turned around to see who Carla was talking about and frowned, “The smoker?” She questioned, eyes lingering on a guy in the small smoker’s booth the club had.

He stood by himself with a beer in front of him, cigarette dangling between his lips as he scrolled on his phone and leaned his elbows on the small table. His heel tapped along to the beat and Madeleine watched as his fingers took the cigarette from between his lips and he puffed out a cloud of smoke into the already hazy space.

“I bet you he’s so fit.” Carla exhaled and Madeleine puckered her lips, “I mean, yeah. He’s handsome.” She shrugged. He wore all black like her, even just a slightly similar outfit. Black slacks that flared a bit at the bottom, black dress shoes with a bit of a heel on them and a black button-up with rolled-up sleeves below his elbows.

“I mean, the smoking’s a bit unattractive.” Madeleine admitted, turning back to face Carla, who gave her a deadpanned look, “You smoke.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

Madeleine frowned and held up her finger, “Attempting to quit.” She corrected.

“For like the billionth time.” Carla rolled her eyes and Madeleine huffed, “It’s not easy, okay. And I haven’t smoked once tonight, have I?”

“Oh, look, he’s coming here.” Carla’s eyes widened and Madeleine smiled in amusement when her friend very clearly tried to dance sultrily as the guy was headed their way.

Cameron had to admit he wasn’t really looking at his surroundings. His brain felt thick from being in the tiny cabin to smoke, and he damned himself for not just going outside. His clothes would reek for weeks and it hurt his throat to be in there. He only smoked when he was drunk.

Cameron wasn’t completely sure how he ended up here. Alone. Today had been a long day and Fridays were usually the nights he spent with Beth. He rolled his eyes when he lost the bet to himself - which was attempting to not think about Beth for longer than five minutes. He failed, as he usually did.

He always got nostalgic when he had too much to drink. The friend he went to dinner with left afterwards to go home to his girlfriend, but Cameron wasn’t ready to go home yet. At home, he was just alone. He might as well be alone in a club and attempt to make something out of his night.

“Hi.” A girl stepped in front of him and he blinked twice, attempting to focus on her, “Hi.” He mumbled back. The music was loud in here, and Cameron was actually on his way out.

The girl was a bit shorter than him. Her hair was auburn-shaded and laid in subtle waves over her shoulders, cascading down her back. Her white blouse had a pink stain on it, and Cameron suspected she must’ve had some pink wine earlier which was the culprit for the stain.

The girl bit her lip and batted her lashes, giggling at him, “I- uh… wow, this is embarrassing. I saw you smoking right there,” she pointed to the smoking area he just left, “and I just have to say you’re so hot.”

Cameron’s brows raised at the blunt flirting, and he felt slightly alarmed and unsure of how to react. “Oh.” He exhaled, curling his lips inside of his mouth and running a hand through his hair, “Well - thanks.” He settled on saying, feeling as someone bumped into him from behind in the crowded room.

The girl giggled again, “I’m Carla, by the way.” She held out her hand and Cameron shook it with little enthusiasm before Carla turned to the side, “And this is my friend.” She tapped another girl on the shoulder, who briskly turned around.

The girl politely smiled at him, “Maddie.” She introduced himself.

Cameron couldn’t explain it. It was like he lost all breath in his lungs, staring at her. It was also like she moved in slow-motion - which Cameron knew was impossible. It was also impossible that the music died down and that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears so clearly.

His skin felt hot when Madeleine stared up at him. She glanced at Carla for a second, as if wondering why Cameron was just staring and not saying anything, and eventually he snapped out of it, clearing his throat, “Hi. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for Madeleine and she shook it, “What’s your name?”

Cameron pressed his lips together and took just a split second to decide how he was going to do this. And of course, his idiot brain made the wrong decision but it was already too late to back out, “Chris.” He smiled.

“Chris.” Madeleine nodded, “Nice to meet you too.”

Cameron’s cheeks felt hot when she addressed him as Chris. He didn’t know why it was the first name he thought of. He hated that name. He could’ve chosen something so much cooler.

But tonight, he was someone else. He was escaping, he was not Cameron who had a miserable life. He was Chris. And he could be whoever he wanted to be. Madeleine didn’t know him. She wouldn’t ask questions.

Cameron had to admit he forgot the other girl was there too, who bumped into his arm, “Do you want a drink, Chris?” Carla questioned. Cameron raised his brows and glanced to the side, “Uh - yeah, sure. Beer, please.”

Carla and Maddie seemed to have a silent conversation with just their eyes and Maddie eventually forced a smile, “I’ll go get us drinks.” She turned around to leave the two by themselves and get in line at the bar and Cameron frowned, stepping behind her, “I’ll come with you.”

Madeleine’s brows raised and she glanced behind Cameron to see Carla, whose jaw was on the floor at the clear rejection. Madeleine felt Cameron’s hands on her hips from behind to nudge her forward towards the bar, and she helplessly shuffled along.

Cameron stood behind Maddie, scooting along with her towards the crowded bar, “What do you drink, Maddie?” He questioned once they reached. Madeleine held up her almost empty bottle of beer, “Also beer, please. And I think Carla likes vodka with a soda.”

Cameron winced under his breath, knowing it was a pricey drink. But he forced a smile and ordered two beers and a vodka-orange. Madeleine was unsure of what to do. She could feel Cameron’s eyes on her - who she thought was named Chris - and she felt torn, because of Carla’s clear interest in him.

So Madeleine quickly made her way back to Carla, Cameron walking behind her. He handed Carla her drink and she started some small talk with him. But Cameron was hardly listening. His eyes were drawn to Maddie, who danced as he talked to her friend.

Her brown hair flew around, pulled up into a high ponytail. Maddie didn’t really notice, but whenever she turned, she flicked her hair in someone’s face. But her eyes were closed as she danced to the song, not realizing one bit that she received some harsh glares.

Her nails were painted a dark cherry red and she wore minimal jewelry. Just a simple gold necklace that contrasted against the jet black of her t-shirt.

“So after I dumped my last boyfriend,” Carla’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and Cameron blinked, hearing Carla speaking into his ear, “I just thought I’d take some time to myself, you know? Like really get to know me.”

“Hm.” Cameron nodded with little enthusiasm, but apparently it spurred Carla on to continue, “Like know who I am, who Carla is. So I changed jobs too and it’s just so much more my vibe. Like just positivity, which is exactly what I was looking f-”

“Maddie, do you smoke?” Cameron interrupted Carla, stepping up to Madeleine again, who opened her eyes at the sudden interruption of her dancing, “What?”

Cameron mimicked smoking with his fingers, “Do you smoke?”

Madeleine flicked her eyes to Carla, who glared at Cameron. Madeleine swallowed, “Trying to quit.” She admitted.

Cameron pouted and Maddie’s eyes dropped to his lips for a split second, but Cameron had noticed, smirking slightly, “Wanna share a final cigarette, maybe? ‘M trying to quit too.”

Madeleine exhaled a short breath and shot him a small smile, “Can you give me one second?” She gestured to Carla and Cameron nodded, “Sure.” He watched as Maddie approached her friend.

“Carla,” Madeleine sheepishly touched her friend’s arms and Carla shot her a deadpanned look, “Seriously? You said he was unattractive.”

Madeleine rolled her eyes, “I said his smoking was unattractive. Look, just say the word and I’ll tell him no.”

Carla nibbled her lip, stubbornly avoiding eye-contact with Madeleine until sighing out, “No, it’s fine.” She shrugged, “You should go for it, I’ll find someone else.”

“Are you sure?” Madeleine checked, tilting her head to the side and Carla nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Go get laid.”

Madeleine snorted, shaking her head in amusement. There was no telling how the evening was going to play out. She only knew Chris’ name so far and hadn’t even had a conversation with him. Carla was already imagining Madeleine in his bed, which was a billion steps too far.

Madeleine turned around to face Cameron, “Smoke?” She checked.

Cameron chuckled, nodding, “Yeah. Outside or the little smoking booth?”

“Outside, maybe.” Madeleine suggested and Cameron hummed, “Cool, let’s go.” He placed his hand on Maddie’s lower back to guide her outside, not giving her friend another glance. His hand slipped to her hip, giving a gentle squeeze as the pair made their way outside. Madeleine felt hot from the touches, knowing that Cameron so blatantly made his interest known to her.

Madeleine easily leaned against the brick wall outside as Cameron pulled out a packet of cigarettes out of the pocket of his pants, “Want one or share one?”

“Seeing as it’s my final cigarette ever…” Madeleine puckered her lips in thought, “I’m gonna go for one all to myself.”

Cameron chuckled, giving her one and picking one out for himself. He stood close to Maddie, lighting up hers and then his as they smoked.

“So why do you have to quit smoking?” Cameron questioned. Madeleine nibbled her lip, staring at the lit-up cigarette, “Unhealthy and very expensive habit.” She shortly explained, “I’ve been wanting to quit for a long time but it never works.”

“Maybe this time it’s a charm.” Cameron smiled, holding out his free hand and holding out his pink, “Should we swear on it?”

“Final cigarette ever?” Madeleine joked, nodding before she linked her pink to his and Cameron gave a squeeze, “Final cigarette ever.”

“Do you smoke a lot?” Madeleine asked and Cameron shrugged, “Only when I’m a bit drunk.”

Madeleine hummed and they smoked in silence for a bit before she took another drag, “You sort of broke my friend’s heart in there.”

Cameron huffed out a breathy chuckle and shrugged again, “Can’t help that I’m way more attracted to you.”

Madeleine’s cheeks pinked at how blunt he was and she fought her small smile. Since Connor, she had hardly received any attention. Her best friend constantly tried to set her up on dates ever since they broke up but Madeleine had declined every offer up until now.

“Maybe this is the point where you tell me you’re attracted to me too.” Cameron teased and Madeleine bit her lip, “Chris, I don’t even know you.” She chuckled.

Cameron’s ears turned pink at the mention of the fake name he gave her. Part of him wanted to come clean, but how would he do that after all this time. He avoided her gaze a bit as his mind spun, very unprepared for any questions Maddie might have for him. He cleared his throat, “What do you want to know?”

Madeleine shrugged, “Just like… what you do for a living?”

Cameron’s hand shook a bit, “I’m - uh… I’m CEO at a company.”

“Really?” Madeleine’s brows raised, “That’s impressive. How did you do that, you seem young?”

I don’t know, Cameron wanted to say. He instead smiled and waved it away, “Stop it, you’re flirting.” He changed the subject and Madeleine giggled, shaking her head before she blew out the smoke in her mouth, “So CEO, hm? What sort of company?”

Cameron scratched the back of his neck, “Uh - like developed something in the pharmaceutical industry.” He lied, “A sort of software.”

He was lucky that it wasn’t anything Madeleine was familiar with. She felt a little dumb and very lost at Chris’ words and just nodded, “Wow.” She settled on saying. Chris’ wealth and job dwarfed her completely, and she dreaded the follow-up question.

“What about you?” Cameron asked, flicking his dark green eyes to Maddie, who shyly looked down, “I’m just a production assistant.”

“That sounds cool.” He nodded and Madeleine nibbled her lip, “It’s - uh… yeah, I like it. I did media studies and it’s definitely a job I can grow in. We shoot commercials mostly.”

Cameron nodded again and killed his cigarette right before Madeleine did the same thing. “So, Maddie…” He exhaled, pushing himself off of the wall to stand in front of her, sort of caging Madeleine between himself and the brick wall. She stared up at him, deep blue eyes meeting green and Cameron licked his lip, “think you know enough about me now to let me kiss you?”

Madeleine’s smile dropped a bit as she stared at him in shock. Madeleine had to admit she had been out of the game for a bit, but she had no idea that this was flirting these days. Or dating. It was all so… blunt and bold. And unromantic.

She studied his face for a bit, seeing the stubble on his jaw, the dimple in his cheek, the crinkles by his eyes. Chris was gorgeous. And maybe it was time for Madeleine to be more spontaneous, like everyone around her almost begged her to be.

So she took a breath and sent him a smile, “You’re bold, Chris.” She teased, “But I’m thinking yes.” She hardly gave him time, pushing up her toes to press her lips to his.

Cameron felt surprised, needing a second to respond and kiss her back. He exhaled through his nose, melting into Maddie and dipping his head when she leaned back down. Maddie’s hands cupped around his cheeks and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her shape.

Maddie arched, tasting the mixture of tobacco and alcohol on his lips. Chris’ hands seemed to know her body blindly, his fingers cinching in her waist and holding her ribs as she linked her hands in the back of his neck to pull herself up to him.

Their initial kiss was hot and heavy, but both seemed to slow down a little after that. Madeleine numbly fell into the wall behind her a few seconds later, Cameron easily following her. One of his hands stayed on her waist, the other traveled up to brush the hair away from her shoulder before cupping her jaw.

Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as the kiss turned gentle and passionate. She felt Chris’ tongue pressing against her bottom lip and she opened up, tilting her head to the side. Her hands held onto his sides as their tongues found one another.

The soft whimper she exhaled made Cameron’s dick throb in his pants, and he hummed back while snogging this stranger. Maddie was a good kisser, he definitely had to admit that. And she was quite fun and witty. She was interesting, and as for her looks, she was his type. Sophisticated yet looking fresh and not overdone. Maddie was classy in an effortless way.

And Madeleine felt happy with her decision to kiss him earlier. Even if this was all new to her, this kiss was just… phenomenal. She felt like she was ascending into heaven. Chris was skilled and had her in the palm of his hand, but Madeleine could hardly care. She let him take the lead, his tongue roaming her mouth while her fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt.

They had to pull back for air at one point, their lips swollen als spit-slicked as they both panted out. Cameron stroked his thumb over her cheekbone, feeling how Maddie pressed another kiss to his jaw before they opened their eyes and burst out into a chuckle.

“You’re a good kisser.” Madeleine softly admitted, her eyes dropping to his lips.

Cameron wanted more. He wanted so much more. He nibbled his lip as he smiled, “So are you.” He flirted back. Fuck, he had no idea how to do this. Not with someone like her.

Maddie relaxed against the wall and ran a hand through her hair, “So - Chris…” She cringed at herself before licking her bottom lip, “d-do you live close by?”

Cameron raised his brows as Maddie blushed slightly. He fought his smirk because he didn’t even have to think about it anymore. He didn’t have to think about how he was subtly going to ask her to come back home with him to continue their night and explore their attraction for one another. Not when she was the one to do it.

He pursed his lips softly before nodding, “As a matter of fact, I do. Walking distance.”

Madeleine smiled back, “Also walking distance for someone who’s feet are killing them and who can hardly stand anymore because they decided to wear heels this morning?”

He burst out into a chuckle, shaking his head. His hand was still on her waist and he gave a soft squeeze, tickling her in the process and Madeleine giggled a bit at the touch. Cameron gave her a lopsided grin, “It’s two blocks away.” He shrugged, “We could - uh, we could also take a cab.”

The conversation was innocent, the meaning behind it wasn’t. Madeleine shortly nodded and cleared her throat, “Yeah, sounds good.”

They stared at each other for a bit until he took a breath, “Considering your sore feet… should we leave now or do you want to dance some more?” Ball in her court again.

Maddie puffed out a short breath, smoothing her fingers over the wrinkles in his shirt she created by grabbing the fabric too hard before, “Considering I can hardly hold my weight anymore right now, I’d say we could leave now.” She carefully spoke.

Her feet weren’t fine, not by a long run. But Madeleine knew she could keep going if she wanted to. The pain would subside, or she’d make herself forget about it with alcohol. What she couldn’t even attempt to forget about, was the stickiness between her thighs. She was turned-on from that stupid kiss and she already knew her friends were going to be so proud of her for having a spontaneous one night stand.

She was already this far and she was horny and in need of sex, so why not with Chris? Why not let this stranger soothe that ache and then they’d both be on their way again, never to see each other.

“Alright.” Chris smiled, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Madeleine breathed, pushing herself off of the wall, “Oh - wait, I have to find Carla first.” She turned a soft pink, embarrassed about almost forgetting her friend just like that.

Cameron pressed his lips together and nodded, “Okay. Should I just wait out front for you?”

“Yeah, okay.” Maddie nodded, smoothing out her clothes, “Don’t you need to say goodbye to your friends?”

Cameron shook his head, “They already left.” It was only half a lie. He didn’t want to give Maddie the impression he had been here by himself all night like a fucking creep. She shot him a small nod and then went back inside to say goodbye to Carla.

Madeleine felt guilty about ditching her friend for sex - even though she knew Carla would be proud of her and maybe a little jealous because Chris seemed to favor Maddie over Carla. But when she approached Carla, her brows raised because she had her tongue down some guy’s throat and his hands were on her ass.

Maddie cleared her throat over the loud music and awkwardly tapped her friend’s shoulder, “Carla.” She tried. Carla pulled back from her kisser with a smack and dazed eyes, “Oh - Maddie!” She grinned. Madeleine smiled back, “I’m - uh, I’m going home.”

Carla tilted her head to the side with a knowing smirk, “Alone?”

“No.” Madeleine mumbled with pink cheeks and Carla chuckled, “Go, have fun. Share your location, yeah? Be safe. I’ll see you monday.”

Madeleine smiled, “You too! See you monday.” And then she headed back to see Chris - sincerely hoping he hadn’t ditched her or that he had taken off by himself. Madeleine found herself pleasantly surprised to find him outside like he said he’d be, his fingers opening up the carton of cigarettes in his hand.

“Nu-uh,” Madeleine shook her head, approaching him, “thought we smoked our last one together?”

Chris raised his brows and then flicked his eyes to the cigarettes, “Shit,” he chuckled, “yeah, you’re right. Honestly just a habit.”

Madeleine chuckled and Cameron nibbled his lip, “I should just throw them out, so then I won’t be tempted.”

They started walking and Madeleine glanced at the cigarettes, “Would you really be so tempted knowing they’re in your house somewhere?”

“Yeah.” He admitted, “I actually would.”

“How long have you been a smoker?” Madeleine felt a bit stupid starting up a conversation about that subject, but the walk was cold and silent and she wanted to keep the mood going a bit.

She didn’t realize Cameron cringed at her question though. Because he remembered he started smoking with Beth for fun when they met, and it turned into a serious addiction before they well and truly realized it. It used to be something they did on occasion or with a drink until it wasn’t. Beth swore of smoking when she got pregnant and ever since then, Cameron smoked on his own outside to deal with the stress of whatever was going on inside the house.

“Uh - couple of years.” He settled on saying, the lie easily rolling off his tongue, “You?”

“Like ten years, if I’m honest. Time flies.” Maddie muttered. Cameron dropped his gaze as they walked side by side, “It does.”

They fell into the silence Madeleine attempted so hard to avoid. She glanced to her side to see Chris with his eyes low and clearly in his head. So Maddie softly cleared her throat, “It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Have you lived in London for long? I can sense a different accent.”

He snapped out of it a bit and offered her a small smile, walking a bit closer and wrapping an arm around her shoulders after her subtle hint of being cold, “I’m originally from up North.” Cameron vaguely responded, “You?”

“Always been a London-girl, but grew up in the suburbs.” She explained.

“You feeling a bit warmer?” He checked, squeezing her shoulder a bit, “We’re almost there.” Cameron almost wished he could speed up the walk and cut their conversation short. He was a bad liar and with each passing second or question Maddie asked, it upped his chance of saying the wrong thing and cutting it short.

He was in too deep now to come clean to her so this was just something he had to do. Just once. Just see what it was like to be spontaneous, to just take the leap. To walk up to a girl, ask to kiss her and then ask to take her home.

“Here it is.” Cameron warily spoke, eyeing the building he had been in earlier today. He felt the pink of shame on his cheeks when he pulled out the key he received from his client and opened up the front door.

Straightaway, Madeleine felt impressed. It wasn’t any regular building, but it was very fancy and clean even in the huge hallway downstairs. “Wow.” Maddie muttered, her eyes staring at herself in the large mirror.

Before Maddie could even think to look for Cameron’s name on the list of tenants, he grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. Maddie squeaked in surprise, falling into Chris as their lips locked and her eyes fluttered.

With their lips attached, Cameron opened up the door to waddle to the elevator together, tongues tangled and Maddie’s hands in his chestnut locks. He had a hand on her ass while pressing the buttons of the elevator, once more keeping her back to the list of names of whoever owned an apartment here.

Cameron took her up to the seventh floor of the building. An apartment that belonged to Simon Olsen. An actual CEO who needed his apartment to be repainted while he was on a business trip. Enter Cameron, who had been spending his days here with the key he received, mister Olsen trusting him with his apartment and the security system so he could come in and leave whenever he pleased.

Cameron was sure Mr. Olsen hadn’t given him the key to bring girls here for a fuck.

But Cameron couldn’t care right now, not when Maddie practically climbed up on him, pushing her tits into his chest and tightly locking her arms around his shoulders. Her kisses grew needier, whimpers escaping her throat. Cameron smirked against Maddie’s lips, using his hips to push her out of the elevator and into the apartment.

“Just a second, baby.” He pulled back, too drunk on lust to even realize the pet name he blurted out. Madeleine hadn’t even heard. She latched her lips onto Chris’ neck as he turned his head and used his hand to disable the alarm. The apartment they were in was dark, but the city lights from below lit it up a bit through the gigantic windows that completely covered one side.

Chris moaned as he grabbed her throat, tilting Madeleine’s head back to kiss her again. And the tone was set for the both of them. Gone were the casual questions and gone was the polite or hesitant attitude. They were both after one thing, and it was sex and an orgasm.

“Bedroom?” Maddie panted as Cameron cupped her ass over the pants she wore. He blinked once, feeling a clench in his stomach when he realized he’d have sex in another guy’s bed. Not to mention the family pictures he had hung back up himself of mister Olsen and his son after Cameron had repainted the room.

“Can’t.” He lied, kissing below her ear, “Getting it repainted.”

Maddie quickly shrugged off her coat, “Oh. So where do you sleep?”

Cameron pressed his lips together, “Couch.”

She turned her head to see the couch behind her, and Cameron followed her gaze. His throat dried out seeing the crisp white couch, and he couldn’t imagine having sex on that and possibly leaving a stain. So before Maddie could even suggest that, he nudged her back against the dining table, “Want you here.” He breathed, “I can’t wait.”

Madeleine moaned softly at the despair in his tone, her palms bracing herself on the wooden table behind her. Chris leaned over her, making her arch as he kissed her again.

His tongue was salacious as it slipped inside her mouth, and Madeleine gasped when he pushed his hips forward and his crotch brushed into her hip. She felt him hard and solid in his pants, a soft groan escaping Chris’ lips as he grinded a bit.

“Fuck.” He panted, quickly yanking on Maddie’s thighs to set her down on the table. It lifted her up a bit, making their difference in height easier and for their centers to line up more. Something Cameron took advantage of, stepping in between Maddie’s thighs to grind between her legs once he pulled her to the edge of the table.

Madeleine’s brain spun when Chris completely wrapped her up. His hands moved underneath her shirt, pulling it out of her pants and she arched more, a shudder running down her spine when his fingers trailed over her back.

Once they pulled back for air, Cameron tugged the shirt over her head to leave her in her bra. Maddie felt goosebumps on her skin from being exposed suddenly, just the dim lights of the lit up kitchen and the street lights illuminated her, but Cameron could see the deep brown of her gaze and the way she stared up at him.

He softly kissed her lips, his hands cupping her rib cages before his vision dropped to her chest. He exhaled a hardly audible grunt, but Madeleine had heard and arched more before taking a hold of Chris’ hand and urging him to touch her breast over her bra.

Cameron exhaled, hovering his lips over Maddie’s as he palmed her breasts with both hands, eyes dropping to where he touched her. Maddie allowed him more room, laying down on her back on the wooden table. She stared up at the ceiling while Cameron let his eyes roam the length of her body. She had some freckles on her chest and a small scar next to her belly button. Her skin was smooth and soft.

He couldn’t stop himself before he leaned down to kiss her collarbone, sponging wet kisses over Maddie’s skin. Her hips bucked into nothing with a whimper, fingers curling over the edges of the table she laid on.

Madeleine could hardly believe herself. Here she was, laying flat on a fucking table with a guy kissing down her body. A guy she didn’t know an hour ago. A guy she knew nothing of, besides that he was from up North, and that he had a job she hardly remembered.

But right now, all she could focus on were his lips. He kissed over her breast, hands still kneading her tits in his palms before he slipped his fingers down her sides to slide down her legs. His lips followed, lowering towards her belly button.

Madeleine panted out, her eyes fluttering as his scruff tickled her skin but she shuddered in delight at the same time. Cameron blindly reached for the zippers of her boots and they thudded on the hardwood floors of the quiet living room. He tasted Maddie’s skin, nipping and kissing and even sucking around her tummy. He left a love bite on her ribs and tapped her thighs, silently urging her to lift her hips so he could take off her pants.

Light gray cotton underwear came into view as he did so, the pants joining her boots on the floor of mister Olsen’s apartment. His hands split Maddie’s thighs and he groaned at the wet patch in her panties, knowing they were damp with her arousal and she was just as horny as he was.

He couldn’t wait, craving so badly to feel her more. His hand had a mind of its own, slipping into her underwear.

Madeleine’s eyes shot open and she gasped, clenching her thighs on instinct when he touched her sensitive clit. “Oh!” Madeleine whimpered, her eyes closing and her knuckles turning white around the edges of the table.

“Fucking hell.” Cameron grunted, the slickness of Maddie’s arousal covering his fingertips as he ran his digits up and down her slit and drew circles on her clit. She jolted and jerked in sensitivity, moaning out. It all happened so fast, Madeleine hardly had time to wrap her head around it all when Chris slipped his fingers lower.

Madeleine fought for a breath when she felt his cold fingertips prodding around the scorching heat between her thighs, covering his digits in her arousal that she couldn’t hide for the life of her. Cameron didn’t mind. Not at all. If anything, it boosted his ego tremendously that he got her so wet with just some heavy kissing. They wanted the same thing, and he was just as horny as she was.

“Chris…” Maddie moaned shakily, her eyes rolling back as he pushed a finger inside of her. Madeleine bit her lip, greedily parting her thighs wider as she squirmed on the table, legs spread around his thighs. Cameron moaned back, kissing her neck and down her chest. He tugged one of the bra cups down to lick her nipple and Maddie squeaked out in delight of the sensitive touch. God, it had been so long since she had been touched like this.

Maybe her friends were right, maybe this was what she needed. Meaningless sex to blank her mind. No strings attached.

His finger pumped steadily for a bit before he added a second, stretching her a bit more. He curled, searching for the spot that would make her clench and squirm, and he did so a few thrusts later. Maddie sucked in a sharp gasp, her legs tensing more when Chris tapped into her g-spot, making her see stars, “Oh my god.” Madeleine whimpered, “Oh god.”

“Such a fucking wet pussy.” Cameron whispered, sucking her nipple into his mouth with a hum before he exposed her other breast too, switching sides. Madeleine found the strength in her arms, running her fingers through his dark hair as he fingered her expertly.

Her hips jolted and stuttered when he sped up the pace, the heel of his palm constantly rubbing into her clit, “Am I gonna get you off, Maddie?” He licked her sternum, then gave a harsh kiss to the dip of her throat, “Hm?”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded watery and Cameron’s cock jumped at the tone of her voice, “Yeah?”

“Yes!” She mewled as her lips parted and she tightly fisted his hair, “Oh, Jesus… J-Just a little m-” Maddie cut herself up with a heavy gasp, her eyes opening as Chris’ fingers pulled her over the edge and into a mindblowing orgasm.

His lips parted at the sight of her face when she came. Maddie’s eyes rolled back and the vein in her neck pulsed before she started convulsing and shaking. She pressed her lips together to keep down the whining moans as Cameron slowed the thrusts of his fingers before gently pulling out, “Holy shit.” He cursed, taking Maddie in a deep kiss as her thighs jittered in the aftermath.

She felt dizzy from the orgasm and the heavy kissing, “Thank you.” She whimpered against Chris’ lips, a lazy and fulfilled smile on her lips and Chris hummed, kissing her top lip, “Yeah? You needed that, hm?”

“Yes.” Madeleine admitted, feeling his lips kiss around her throat again, “What else do you need?” He whispered. His hands grabbed her hips, steadying her a bit as he grinded against her. His pants strained but he allowed Maddie the comedown for a moment.

Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as she squirmed on the table, “You.” She rasped, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Cameron lowly moaned, pressing a long kiss below her ear, “Your wish is my command.” He straightened up, staring down at Maddie who laid sprawled out on the dinner table of mr. Olsen’s apartment. Her bra cups tugged down, her panties wet, her cheeks pink. She looked so erotic, Cameron pressed his palm to his crotch with a soft grunt to relieve himself a little bit.

His eyes caught hers and Cameron almost felt a lump in his throat. Guilt, because he was lying to her and using her. And so he grabbed Maddie’s hands to pull her up to a seated position before yanking her from the table and spinning her around to leave her breathless.

Madeleine’s palms smacked into the wooden table, bracing herself as Chris pressed a hand between her shoulder blades to urge her down. Her cheeks burned at the compromised position as Madeleine followed his urges to bend over the table, pushing her ass out.

Cameron grinded against her, exhaling a trembling breath as Maddie leaned on her elbows and arched her back. His hand brushed her hair to the side before fumbling with her bra clasp for a second, undoing it. Maddie did the rest, flinging the piece of clothing on the floor. She only wore underwear now whereas Cameron was fully clothed.

He gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder for putting a condom in his wallet earlier. It’d be very embarrassing if he had to run through this apartment half-naked in hopes that Mr. Olsen got laid every once in a while and had protection in his bedside drawers.

Madeleine stared at the interior of the apartment, waiting in anticipation for Chris’ next move. She couldn’t see him but her thighs quivered at the sound of the condom wrapping opening up. It was silent in the apartment apart from their breathing, and Madeleine swallowed thickly as she braced herself on the table.

His belt buckle was next, the clinging of it adding to how hot it all was as he opened up his pants. Madeleine couldn’t help but gasp when his length sprung free, slapping against the back of her thigh as Chris tugged down his pants just a bit to pull himself out. He sighed out in relief, pumping himself twice before rolling down the condom.

“Fuck - Maddie.” Cameron whispered when he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet cunt. The tip of his cock dragged through her slit, gathering up some of her creamy arousal and she trembled in delight. He bit his lip, his chest warming at just the sight of how ready she was for him.

It made him feel arrogant and slightly unhinged, to the point he couldn’t stop himself from slapping her plump ass. Madeleine gasped and moaned, dropping her forehead a little at the feeling. Her pussy pulsed around nothing as he kept teasing her and she mewled, “God - Chris, please.”

“So polite.” He tutted, “Wondering how a girl like you can be so deprived.” He mused out loud. Maddie swallowed and pushed her ass back a little for more contact, which earned her another sharp slap in the same spot. She jerked at the feeling while Cameron stared at her red ass, his hand imprinted on her. God, he wanted to lick every inch of her skin, sink his teeth into her ass and leave hickeys wherever he could.

A shudder ran down his spine at the thought and he swallowed, clenching his teeth together while guiding himself inside of her. Maddie moaned out, tensing and arching as he filled her. He was big, and she was grateful for the prep she received from him before so she could take him. “Oh my god.” Madeleine whispered, “Fuck - shit.” The curses were endless as she panted and whimpered as he kept nudging inside of her, inch by inch.

He seemed fucking endless, and Cameron bit his lip as he intently stared at where he disappeared inside of her. Maddie’s walls clamped down around him, swallowing him deeper. She was so wet and warm it made him shake.

“Hmm, fuck.” He groaned, “Feels good, hm?”

“S-So good.” Maddie squeaked. Cameron licked his lip, keeping a hand on her ass cheek as the other moved up to her shoulder. He gave her another gentle push, and Maddie obliged as she fully leaned her torso down on the cold table. Turning her head, her cheek met the smooth wooden surface and she panted out, seeing him towering behind her from the corner of her eye.

The sight made her clench, and he smirked knowing she just needed to be thrown around tonight. With a hand on the back of her neck, he held her down as Maddie submissively brought both hands behind the small of her back with pink cheeks. Chris’ gaze shortly dropped to her wrists and he sighed shakily, “You’re a fucking dream.” With the last word, he sharply thrusted.

Madeleine’s eyes rolled back immediately as a jolt of pleasure surged through her. Even when he had searched for her g-spot a bit while fingering her, his cock was pressed right up against her spongy spot from the get-go. Chris started a rather slow pace to seize her reaction before he realized Maddie could very well take him, and he sped up.

The air got shoved out of Maddie’s lungs with each slam of his hips on her, balls slapping against the back of her thighs as he pounded her into the table. He grunted out in sync with her high-pitched moans, and Cameron flicked his eyes from the side of her face to where he was fucking into her. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and he dug his fingers into her behind to give himself a better view.

Maddie’s legs trembled as he used her to bring both of them an insane amount of pleasure. She had never had sex like this, nor had she ever trusted someone like this after just meeting them. Chris could do whatever he wanted. Madeleine was immobilized on the table - voluntarily.

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpered, “H-Harder.”

“You fucking whore.” Chris whispered in disbelief, shifting a bit on his feet to thrust sharper. Madeleine cried out at the new angle and he smirked, “Like that, hm? Are you gonna get wet on my cock?”

She didn’t respond, and Cameron gritted his teeth as he thrusted so hard the table scooted up. Maddie convulsed and her eyes opened sharply in surprise when a small wave of liquid squirted out of her. Chris moaned shakily, feeling Maddie’s orgasm gushing past his cock and he quickly pulled her up by her arms, folding her back in half.

Madeleine could hardly keep up, Chris keeping her wrists together and slipping his other hand to her throat to keep her pulled up as he fucked her roughly. Her hips bruised and her head was cocked back from the grip he had on her. She couldn’t feel her legs and her orgasm seemed endless, and Maddie slumped a bit, grateful that Chris could keep her up.

He moaned into the back of her shoulder, “Fuck - I’m gonna cum.” He breathed, scooting her up again as his hips slapped flush against her and Maddie gasped. He let go of her hands and she immediately buckled forward, holding herself up when he grabbed her hips again, tugging her back into him as he groaned and grunted through his orgasm.

Cameron felt like he ascended into heaven. His eyes were screwed shut, and when he opened them he saw near blurry. Maddie was trembling, attempting to hold herself upright on the table but struggling. They were both panting out, and Cameron smoothed his hands over her ribs before gently pulling out, making Maddie whimper at the loss of contact.

“You okay?” He checked, catching his breath. It wasn’t necessarily the longest session, but he did manage to get her to orgasm twice, one even wet and squirting.

Maddie swallowed, “Mhm. J-Just a little shaky.”

“Yeah.” Cameron exhaled, “I know, me too. Jesus Christ.”

He was gentle when putting her panties back in place to cover her up. He was still fully dressed with just his dick out of his pants while Madeleine was naked. “Can you stand?” He asked. She didn’t respond much but swayed a little when he let her go.

Cameron was quick in steadying her, “Wait - okay, I’ll get you to the couch.” He spoke, turning her around. Maddie’s face was flushed, her eyes vacant and her cheeks dry from the tears that had escaped her eyes from intensity. She swallowed as Chris cupped her cheeks and stroked her thumbs over her cheekbones before dipping his head for a kiss. She held onto his elbows as he surprised her, passionately and gently kissing her.

Madeleine wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her breasts flattening against his clothed chest. Chris held her hips and then picked her up by her thighs. His condom-covered cock pressed into her thigh as he carried her to the couch while kissing.

“I’m gonna go clean up quickly.” He spoke against her lips after setting her down on the stark white couch. Maddie sunk down into the cushion and nodded sleepily, “Okay.” She couldn’t care that she was mostly naked, needing a second to herself.

And Cameron planned on only giving her a second before she’d go snooping through the place and realize he wasn’t the owner at all. His legs felt weak and wobbly as he ran into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his hands and face. He hoped that when he got back, Maddie would still be on the couch recovering and she wouldn’t have turned on any lights or go looking for his bedroom.

He zipped up his pants again and hurried back, finding her in the same position yet she felt a bit more awake. Madeleine attempted to cover herself up a bit as Chris reappeared, her eyes blinking at him. He forced her a small smile as he stood by the table, “Uh - need me to bring your clothes?”

Madeleine blushed stupidly, “Yes, please.” She breathed, holding her arms around her. Cameron nodded as he bent down, picking up the pieces of clothing and bringing them over to her before giving Maddie a bit of privacy to get dressed again.

Cameron nibbled his lip as he had his hands on his hips, his back to Maddie, “I actually have a super early morning tomorrow.” He lied, clearing his throat.

Madeleine stared at his back for a second, pausing with just one pant leg pulled up before she softly huffed and continued getting dressed, “Right.”

“Like - uh, meetings and stuff.” He breathed. Madeleine rolled her eyes as she zipped up her boots, “Chris, don’t worry. I’m leaving. You don’t have to kick me out.” Her voice sounded a little sharp and he pressed his lips together, knowing he was sort of fucking it up.

Cameron ran a hand through his hair, turning around to find Maddie fully dressed. She smoothed her hands over her clothes and straightened up, clearing her throat.

“I’ll walk you down.” Cameron muttered. Maddie wondered if this was what it was gonna be like for now. No matter how satisfying the sex was, this was horrible. He didn’t offer her a drink, or a place to stay, or even a little trip to the bathroom to clean herself up. Madeleine missed some romance, and her stomach felt tight when they both exited the apartment again.

It’s why she was extra surprised when Chris pulled her back in for a deep kiss once they were in the elevator. Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as she melted into him while the elevator took them back down. Her mind was spinning. She was tired, the alcohol was wearing off as was her confidence, and the one second Chris kicked her out while the other second, he had his tongue down her throat.

She squeaked in sensitivity when he cupped her ass, palming the skin over her pants where he had slapped her before. He groaned a little as she jerked from the touch, holding a hand on her ass and the other around her throat to gently keep her in place.

Maddie chased after him when Cameron pulled back, her gaze focussed on his wet lips. He swallowed as they broke apart again and he nudged her out of the elevator. Madeleine blinked as the cold air from the night hit her. She turned around to see Chris in the entryway of the apartment building, scratching the back of his neck, “Do I have to call a cab?” He softly asked.

Madeleine awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to make of his personality at this point. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, “No. It’s early enough that I can take the subway, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded. He forced her another small smile, “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Madeleine breathed before awkwardly waving, “Bye, Chris.”

“Bye.” He exhaled back before disappearing inside.

Madeleine’s feet still killed her as she walked the streets, pulling out her phone to check for the closest subway station. She was still in her work attire, and it was over twelve hours since her shift ended and she was in desperate need of a shower and a good sleep.

She also decided - while walking towards the subway - that she’d agree to let her friend set her up. Liz and Micah had been begging Madeleine to let them set her up on multiple dates in the past, yet she always refused. She felt like she wasn’t ready and maybe she needed something lighter and easier than a serious relationship.

But if light and easy meant whatever tonight was, she didn’t want it. Madeleine craved closeness and proximity from her partner, not just sex. She wished she could be the one-night-stand kind of girl, but she simply wasn’t. The sex was incredible, but the tension afterwards just ruined it.

Meanwhile, Cameron was back in Mr. Olsen’s apartment to clean everything up and erase every trace of himself. He scrubbed the table he had fucked Maddie on and dusted off the couch a bit.

His work in this apartment was done, his project was finished. On Monday, Mr. Olsen returned to a freshly painted apartment and Cameron would move onto the next client who needed a painting job done.

As instructed, Cameron left the key in the mailbox. Once outside, the sun was coming up. He checked his watch, knowing it was quite the drive towards his own place. His lip was between his teeth when Cameron hesitated taking out a cigarette, but he did so anyway.

With the stick between his lips and a cloud of smoke trailing behind him, he walked in the direction of his van to sleep in his own bed for the night.

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You Know. | Steve Harrington

Know What?, as told from Steve’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- x Reader (Y/N)

- Know What? Reader’s POV

- 2,261 words. Read time: 5-9 minutes

❪ FEM! ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Steve Harrington x FEM!reader, enemies to lovers? one shot. Billy included as a “love interest”

───── ❝ prologue - 1982 ❞ ─────

Sophomore year started with a BANG! That bang being; a basketball into my face. I’d walked into the gym excited for another year of basketball but unfortunately one of the freshman hadn’t practiced over the summer and, when shooting for a goal, ended up bouncing it off the backboard and slapping my face.

“Ouch.” Tommy laughed “You alright Harrington?“

“Fine” I muttered, rubbing my face and deciding I was done with the sport for the day. The locker room was empty, and I managed to get out of there and into the long hallway just in time for the bell to ring and students to file out of their classrooms.

I sighed, looking at the freshman struggling with her locker. She looked about ready to rip the door off it’s hinges and slam into into the ground. Do I offer to help, or do I go to class on time for once? That is the question…

“Do you need some help?” I asked, closing my locker.

The girl turned her head to look at me, and within those 2 and a half seconds, I felt like i’d gotten slapped in the face by emotions that make no sense. I’m not an emotional person, so the goosebumps on my arms and the knot developing in my stomach were a crazy feeling.

She paused for a second before putting her attention back on the lock. “No.”

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“I said, ‘No.’ Which word don’t you understand?”

“Jeez” I forced a laugh, nobody had ever been so insistent on rejecting my help. Hell. No girl had ever rejected me for any reason before. “What crawled up your ass?” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but she could have laughed— Taken it as friendly ribbing and accepted my help.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.”

Oh. Did she just call me stupid? She doesn’t know anything about me. I was just trying to help her, I didn’t have to offer her a hand, I could have— should have just walked to my next class. “Well, aren’t we a bloody ray of sunshine.”

“Hey” Tommy greeted, running a hand through his hair. I smiled at my best friend, raising my hand for him to give me a high five and free me from the claws of the younger girl. Instead, Tommy ignored me and leaned on the lockers looking at her. “Ok, I’m here. So tell me, what do you want for your next wish?”

Was he hitting on her? He had a girlfriend. A serious relationship he’d been in since we were like 12 years old! The girl didn’t care, she instead let go of the lock and began to walk away from us. Muttering aloud “What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?”

“Freaks?” I mumbled “I’m not a freak”

“You look it with that mark on your face” Tommy laughed, gesturing to where the ball had hit me. I slapped his hand away from my face and we began ti walk to class together. “She was kinda cute.”

“She was rude.” I scoffed, dragging my feet down the hall.

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Sitting at the dinner table, my dad too busy writing and looking at business reports to even notice I was there and my mum already a few glasses deep in her bottle of wine meant it was practically silent. Apart from the occasional loud sip or utensils scraping on a plate.

I found my mind wander back to the girl at her locker, i’d met an assortment of girls today but she was the only that treated me like I was nothing. I gripped my fork tighter, knitting my eyebrows together.

What was her deal? Was I that easy to hate?

───── ❝ 1984 - 2. Trick Or Treat, Freak ❞ ─────

All eyes turned towards the unfamiliar car pulling into the parking lot, Hawkins was a small town— Big enough that you didn’t know every single person, but you could easily tell that whoever this was, they weren’t from Indiana.

The driver stepped out, black boot landing on the pavement and all the girls eyes were glued to him. He wasn’t even good looking from what I could see. I turned to Nancy, wondering if my girlfriend was interested in him.

Smiling to myself as I realised her attention was captured by something else and when she began to wave I followed her eye-line, the smile disappearing from my face as I spotted her. Y/N.

She grinned and waved back to Nancy. I’m convinced that ever since Nancy and I started dating last year that she was hellbent on breaking us up. It was never clear why she hated me but I had grown to hate her too.

The new blonde guy stopped, glancing around and not seeing anyone before he said something and walked closer to where Y/N was chaining her bike.

I frowned, ignoring whatever Nancy was saying because I was too busy trying to read their body language. He was relaxed, flirty even. But what about Y/N? I couldn’t see her at all past his large frame. Shutting my car door, I began towards the school with Nancy by my side.

I glanced at Y/N and the boy, he seemed to be enjoying their conversation but I didn’t have enough time to read her face.

“Steve?” Nancy’s voice broke me out of my haze and I turned to her quickly. “See you after class?”

“Uh, yeah. Of course” I smiled and gave her a kiss, leaving her at her locker before walking down to my own. I took my time, moving slowly to see how long it would take Y/N to get here. Wondering if that boy would come with her.

She walked up, no expression on her face and I raised an eyebrow. After rolling her eyes, she narrowed her eyes at me. “Problem, Harrington?”

I hummed, closing my locker and heading to class.

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I silently dug through my locker, Y/N doing the same, until Tommy made his way though the crowd and leaned against the lockers “What’s your costume?”

“Nance and I are Joel and Lana, from Risky Business” We’d worked way too hard and spent too much time on costumes that I don’t think anyone would recognise, but Mrs Wheeler was really excited to take photos of us tonight.

Tommy nodded and turned to look at Y/N “What about you?”

I gawked at my best friend, staring at the back of his head like I was trying to explode it with him mind.

“Excuse me?” Y/N seemed baffled by the question.

“Your costume. What is it?”

I scoffed “Trust me, not even make-up can make her look good” Something had been eating me up inside since i’d watched the new guy— Who’s name i’d since learnt was Billy, practically throwing himself at her.

Y/N simply hummed as she closed her locker. “Weird you think you need a costume, since you’re always pretending to be something you’re not”

Me? She’s the one who pretended to be so nice. Everyone always mentioned to me that she was so wonderful but she was a devious bitch to me. I opened my mouth to make my comeback and tell her where to shove her insults but she stuck out her tongue, put her bad on her shoulder and sauntered away.

I exhaled sharply. “Can you believe her?”

Tommy shrugged, greeting Carol as she came up to us. The pair got lost in their own world, looking like they were fighting to see who could eat the other first. I looked away in disgust, heading down the hall and out the doors.

I turned to pull my car keys from my pocket, intent on waiting for Nancy so I could give her a ride home but out of the corner of my eye I saw them. I stopped. staring at Y/N talking to Billy. He turned to look at me, eyeing me up and down before looking back at her, saying something that made her gag and start to walk away.

He jogged to catch up with her and I gripped my keys, how long were they going to talk? What was he asking her? I’d already heard he’d asked out multiple girls since he arrived.

“Y/N” I shouted, not really knowing why I wanted her to ignore him. She ave me a confused look as she peered past the blonde. “Come over here”

Billy and her parted ways, the smile on her face flattening and her knuckles tightening on the bike handles as she approached me “What?”

“I think you need to stay away from that guy”

“I think you pretending to care about me is annoying”

“He’s an asshole”

“And you’re what, better than him?”

All I could do was stand there and blink. I know we didn’t like each other but I was being nice and protecting my girlfriend’s friend. Y/N didn’t need to get hurt by him.

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I slammed the bathroom door behind me. Bullshit. Why was Nancy acting like this, she knows we didn’t mean to do anything wrong. We didn’t kill Barb, that thing did. And I risked my life fighting it for her. It was all for her.

“Harrington?” Y/N called my name but I chose to ignore her. I walked down the porch steps and heard the door shut behind me again. “Harrington!”

I threw my arms into the air, turning to the girl “What? What?!”

“You never leave a party early, you’re King Steve.” She slowly walked down the steps, hugging herself and making me notice the chill in the wind. “I know youre a douche but I’m still concerned. So what’s wrong?”

I’m a douche? I bet she knew all along that Nancy didn’t care about me. Maybe she convinced Nancy to play along and rip my heart out.

“Why don’t you ask Nancy? Or did you already know?”

“Know what?”

Taking a few steps closer, I stopped a few inches away from her. I could practically smell the infixing scent coming from her Shampoo but I pushed the feeling down because I needed— no. Deserved to be angry. “You know.”

“Jesus, I’m trying to help you but if you cant put this petty feud aside for 15 seconds then I’m going back inside” Y/N shoved my chest, turning around to go back inside but I wasn’t done. I had a fight to pick with her, she was allowed to hate me but convincing a girl to date me just to hurt me was low. I ran around to stop in front of her and block the steps on the porch.

“I’m surprised you didn’t make it a point to tell me, wouldn’t that have made you happy? Rubbing it in my face that Nancy doesn’t love me!”

“I— She doesn’t love you?”

…

She really didn’t know. Nancy made everyone believe she loved me. Y/N started to breath a little heavier, her expression slowly getting more enraged.

“You’re so good to her, too good to her.” Y/N scrunched her nose as she tried to put her thoughts to words “You fought a man eating monster from another dimension for her! How could she not love you?”

How could she not love you. The words she chose to emphasise told me a lot. It made me start to really think, Y/N said it like it was impossible for people not to love me but she never even tried liking me. I had tried liking her—

For gods sake, i’d even lied to people because I didn’t want them to know I was thinking about her. She was self centred, and rude, and just arrogant. She called me a stupid freak the first time I spoke to her meanwhile all I wanted to do was tell her I thought she was pretty.

Really pretty.

Beautiful even.

Before I could withdraw my mind from its far places, my arms were around her. Not daring to let her go— No even daring to let myself realize that I shouldn’t be doing this— I kissed her. She was stiff for a second but didn’t pull back, a million thoughts and fears rushing through my head in the 3 seconds before she kisses me back.

And I can’t even describe it.

My anxieties and complicated emotions disappear for a moment, a warmth coming from within me as I start to realise we never really hated each other. Or at least, I didn’t.

I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, taste the sweetness of the parties spiked punch still on her mouth. I wanted to wind my hands into her hair but I had to stop myself.

Nancy. This was Nancy’s friend and Nancy was right inside, probably too drunk to realise we might have just broken up.

Breaking away from her I tried to fix my staggered breathing, looking at her blushed face and not knowing what to say. I can’t blame it on the alcohol i’d barely had any.

Silently, I walk away from Y/N. Going down the front lawn and down the street as fast as I can get to my car without a second thought.

I fumble with my keys and as soon as I sit in the drivers seat; Smack my forehead on the steering wheel. Oh, you idiot!

Y/N never gave me a chance before and now she was definitely going to hate me even more.

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