#and when he gets to his thirties i think he starts running a little faster… but he starts looking over his shoulder at them too

[niccage]

The way this fic can really just be summarized as

amber: i wish joey and i were the same age so i could’ve known him in his twenties :)

me, the ghost of christmas past: GIRL NO YOU DO NOTTTTT

[puckinghischier]

Surprise…?

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary: luke gets hurt during a game

notes: y’all i think i struggle writing luke for some reason. i just never seem to really like what i write when i write for him. wtf am i doing wrong 😩

request: can you do a post on luke Hughes getting badly injured the game at umich and both older brothers are there and get worried over him and major fluff

i strayed away a bit from the michigan aspect because i don’t feel comfy writing about college hockey players, so i changed it up a bit. i hope you still enjoy!! 🫶🏼

[3.3k]

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There weren’t many times you regretted moving to Jersey, but right now was one of them. The constant traffic within the city wasn’t something that usually got under your skin, but today it was the absolute bane of your existence. Of course, you were in a hurry. A big one. You had approximately thirty minutes until puck drop, and you needed to get there before that puck hit that ice. No exceptions. You hadn’t told Luke what you were doing, so he probably already expected you to be there, wondering why you’re not in your usual seat for warm-ups.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a message from Luke, not being able to read what it said while trying to weave in and out of traffic.

“Quinn, can you see what Luke just sent. And then tell him I’m on my way. I don’t want him worrying that I’m not showing tonight,” you ask the Hughes brother currently in your passenger seat.

Quinn grabbed your phone from the cupholder, listening to you rattle off your passcode so he can open Luke’s message.

“He asked where you were, and if you were already there. Wanted to know why you weren’t in your seat for warm ups,” Quinn confirms your thoughts, looking to you for an answer.

“Tell him I’m just running late. Be there before puck drop. And tell him I love him and good luck.”

You hear the sound of Quinn typing your reply as you increase your speed, cursing the people who want to drive below the speed limit in the fast lane. This is what you get for trying to be a good girlfriend and surprise your boyfriend and his brother. You get stuck on the road with New Jersey’s worst drivers.

In your defense, you were supposed to already be safely at the arena in your seats, but Quinn’s airline had different plans. His flight being delayed by three hours gave you barely enough time to run and grab him from the airport and make it back to the Rock before the hockey game started. The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that if you can just get there, you can go through the player entrance and avoid the crowds trying to get in at the last minute.

“If you don’t calm down and drive like a sane person, we’re never going to get there. We’ll be squashed on the side of the road,” Quinn scolds you, grasping what your dad always called the ‘oh shit’ handles.

“If I can just get around these idiots in front of me we’ll be fine. We’re almost at our exit, then I just have to pull around back and we’re in,” you tell him, once again pressing the gas pedal a little harder.

Quinn stays silent the rest of the drive, closing his eyes once you start speeding around the other cars on the freeway, finally getting to the right exit and rushing to the underground parking that the players always park in. You pull your car into the spot next to Jack’s, barely even turning the car off before you’re jumping out and sprinting to the entrance.

“C’mon, Quinn! I know you can move faster than that! We only have a few minutes! Move it!” You yell over your shoulder, Quinn barely having gotten out of the car.

“Remind me to never let you drive ever again,” is all he says as he catches up to you, looking a little greener than before.

The two of you make it inside the arena with no issues, sprinting to your seats just as the national anthem finishes, both teams sending their starting lines out on the ice.

You had managed to snag Quinn a seat next to you, asking the team’s manager for a favor to help surprise their rookie defenseman. With no hesitation, he handed you a ticket and a locker room pass for Quinn, knowing how homesick Luke had been lately. You had thanked him a million times, asking him to keep it a secret from both Jack and Luke, not wanting either one of them to know until the day of. He gave you his word, and was also the reason you were given access to the player parking for the night, not wanting Quinn to be ambushed by fans going through the regular entrance.

You felt your heart rate start to slow once you were both situated in your seats, glad that you had made it in time. Neither Jack nor Luke had looked over and noticed you yet. You wondered if they were going to clock Quinn before they took their stances on the ice.

Your question was soon answered as Jack looked back and saw you, waving and turning to get Luke’s attention before he did a double take, noticing the brunette sitting to you left. Quinn gave a small wave, flashing his younger brother a smile as you watched Jack’s eyes widen, mouth curving into beaming smile. Luke had turned back, looking in your direction, a relieved smile on his face once he noticed you were finally in your spot, eyes too focused on your figure to notice Quinn’s next to you. It wasn’t until he looked over at Jack and followed his gaze that he finally noticed his oldest brother in the crowd, a Devil’s hat on his head.

Luke’s eyes flicked over to you once again, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ to you, your only response a shrug of the shoulders and a smirk on your face.

The two brothers quickly focused their attention to the officials on the ice, lowered into their stances, waiting for the puck to drop onto the ice.

“You know they’re going to compete now, right?” Quinn says as he elbows you to get your attention.

“Why would they compete? They’re literally playing for the same team. It doesn’t matter who scores as long as the team wins,” you respond, confused at Quinn’s words.

“It matters now. They do the same thing when mom or dad come to watch them. They want the praise. They want to be able to out perform the other so they can brag about it to me after the game,” Quinn clarifies.

“I don’t know about that. Jack’s been good about trying to set Luke up for success all year, I think they’ll surprise you.”

Quinn gives you a skeptical look, not believing your words, but lets it go otherwise; his attention quickly stolen by the sound of the puck hitting the ice, followed by clashing sticks and skates scraping against the frozen floor.

Much to your surprise, Quinn proved to be right. All throughout the first period, the two brothers fought to get the puck, sometimes even fighting against one another. You noticed the odd looks from their teammates, Nico even skating over to Jack during a tv timeout to ask him what was up, not having seen the pair act like this before. You kept throwing glares at Luke, trying to tell him to knock it off, that they’re playing for the same team, but he wouldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time.

As the second period started, the competition between Jack and Luke had nearly ceased to exist. You assumed they got their asses chewed in the locker room during the intermission, noting how their coach seemed to watch them like a hawk. Once the brothers started actually playing together instead of against one another, the Devil’s were scoring goals left and right, putting up four goals before the end of the second period, one Luke’s and two being Jack’s.

With only three minutes left in the second period, Luke was attempting to get possession of the puck from behind the net, fighting two of the opposing players for the black piece of rubber. He lost control of the puck, and in a moment of frustration, pushed one of the enemy players in the back, wanting out of the sandwich they had put him in. The player he pushed fell forward onto the ice, drawing a penalty on Luke. The official had blown the whistle, stopping gameplay, when Luke looked over at him, frustrated at the call.

What Luke didn’t see was the player who had gotten the puck come skating up behind him at full speed, pushing Luke so hard his skates came out from under him, causing him to land on the ice on his back. He was angled just enough, though, that his body slid at high speed straight into the bottom of the wall a few feet away, head bouncing off the boards along the ice.

You were on your feet immediately, hands flying to the glass in front of you, begging for him to get up. Quinn jumped to his feet next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, whether to comfort you or himself, you don’t know. Jack leaves his spot on the bench to skate over to his brother, falling to his knees on the ice, hovering above Luke.

Luke hadn’t moved yet. Not a foot twitch, a roll over in pain, or a thumbs up to let anyone know he’s okay. He’s laying lifeless on the ice, trainers calling his name, careful not to touch his head or neck. Your hand flies to cover your mouth, a sob making its way out of you when you noticed the stretcher being put on stand-by near the tunnel. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, time stopped as Luke continues to lay, unmoving. Quinn tries to move you back from the glass, averting your attention from the scene in front of you, but your eyes are glued to Luke’s body.

You thought you imagined the twitch of his foot, thinking it was where the medics were tapping his leg, trying to coax him awake. When you finally see his body try to roll over, you let out the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your relief was short-lived, however, when you hear the scream that makes its way out of Luke’s throat. You’re not sure which one hurt worse, him lying there not moving or the scream of agony that’s currently echoing through the arena.

Your knees start to give out, eyes blurring from the tears falling down your face. Quinn catches you as you slide down the glass, holding your sobbing figure in a crouched position.

“Quinn, gotta go. Gotta go, locker rooms,” you manage to say between sobs, trying to stand and make your way out of the stands.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

The fans watch as Quinn guides you out of your seats and up the stairs. Most of them familiar with you, you and Luke not being super private with your relationship. A lot of them are still shouting obscenities at the player who went after Luke, demanding he be suspended. Some of them give you sad smiles as you pass, hoping your rookie is okay.

You finally reach the entrance to the training room, knowing this is where they’ll have taken him before they decide if he needs a hospital or not. You can hear them in there talking to him, unsure if you should enter yet or wait on someone to come out and get you. You stand at the doors, staring into space, when Quinn decides to speak up.

“He’s gonna be fine, Y/N. Probably a gnarly bruise, and likely a concussion, but it could’ve been worse. I know its scary, but I promise, he’s going to be okay. Might not even miss more than a game or two.”

All you can do is nod at the words, unable to do much else at the moment. You try to give a small smile, but you think it comes across as more of a grimace. You turn your head when you hear the door to the training room opens, revealing one of the team trainers.

“Oh, good, you’re already down here. He’s asking for you. Wants you to know he’s awake and okay. Nothing’s broken, just banged up and a mild concussion. Probably going to have him follow up with a doctor tomorrow, but for now he just needs rest. You can go ahead and go in. He won’t be playing the rest of the night,” the man in front of you finishes, stepping aside so you can walk through the open door.

You turn back to look at Quinn, seeing if he’s going to come with you.

“I’ll just give you two a minute first. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he tells you, wanting a minute to process his own emotions before seeing his baby brother.

You nod and turn to walk into the training room, following the trainer down a short hallway before turning the corner into a room with three different treatment tables, Luke’s long body taking up the farthest one. His head is laying back on a pillow, a large ice pack taped to his right shoulder. His gear is laying in a pile on the floor next to him, completely bare from the waist up. As you get closer, you can see the already purple skin forming in the exposed parts of his shoulder and upper arm. You gasp quietly at the bruised skin, causing Luke’s head to snap up at the sound.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he rasps out, voice raw from his screams earlier.

You stop on the side of the bed opposite to his injury, unable to say anything yet. Tears still streaming down your face, looking him over for any other signs of injury.

“Hey, no need to cry, angel. I’m okay, see. Just a little bruise. Nothing to be worried about. You should see the other guy,” he tries to joke, being told he left a dent in the wall where he hit.

You glare at him through your tears, unhappy with his weak attempt at joke.

“Okay, yeah, maybe not the time to joke just yet,” he brings the hand on his good arm up to rub the back of his neck, looking away from your tear-stained face.

“You were unconscious, Luke…you weren’t moving,” is all you managed, staring at his injured shoulder.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m awake now, see?” he gestures towards his body with his good arm. “I’m just fine. Yapping ability unaffected,” he once again tries to bring a smile to your face, this time it almost works.

“God, Luke, if you could’ve heard the scream you let out,” you shudder at the memory. “It was the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I thought my heart was going to rip in two right there on the spot. I don’t ever want to hear the sound again,” you finally look at his face, noting the small cut on his forehead, you assume from his helmet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you had to witness all of it. I can’t imagine how it must’ve looked,” his tone apologetic. “If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I would have been able to keep myself from trying to climb over the glass to get to you. But I promise, sweetheart, I’m fine. Told me as long as my head’s fine I should only have to miss two or three games to let the bruise run its course,” he grabs your hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“It was just so scary, Luke,” you sniffle, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You finally start to calm down now that his hand is in yours.

“I know. But now you get to play doctor and take care of me for a few days. Kiss all my boo boo’s better,” Luke wiggles his eyebrows at you, finally earning that laugh he’s been trying to get out of you since you walked in.

“That was probably one of the ickiest things you’ve ever said to me,” you laugh with Luke, fake gagging for dramatic effect.

Luke opens his mouth to say something else, but the the doors to the training room open, cutting him off. The familiar sound of skates against the floor making their way towards the two of you. Jack turns the corner, a frantic look in his eyes until he lands on Luke, awake and sitting up.

“I’m going to kill you for scaring me like that,” Jack points a finger, glaring at his younger brother. “I mean, why the fuck did you hit him, Luke! What were you thinking? You know how these guys are, they’re begging for any excuse to fight! They don’t care if you’re a 20 something rookie, they’re gonna hit back, dumbass!” Jack yells at Luke, throwing his arms around in frustration.

Luke winces at the volume of Jack’s voice, his ears sensitive to loud noises right now. Before you can get the words out to tell Jack to be quieter, Quinn enters the room and does it for you.

“Jack, be quiet for fuck’s sake. He has a concussion; you yelling at him is only going to make it worse. Yell at him later.”

“Well, it was stupid, Q. What he did was stupid,” Jack says in a normal tone of voice, still angry.  

“Don’t act like you’ve never done anything stupid on the ice before. Just because you never get caught when you hit people doesn’t mean you don’t do it,” Quinn walks over to stand beside Jack at the end of the table.

“You good, Moose? Looked pretty nasty out there from where I was sitting. Scared us, man,” Quinn asks Luke, tapping him on the foot. You note the redness of Quinn’s eyes, knowing how much he cares for both of his brothers. The whole situation shook him up, too, you were just too worried about Luke to notice at the time.

“Yeah, m’alright. Head hurts. Shoulder feels like it’s been run over by the ‘boni, but other than that I got off pretty clean. Nothing’s broken. Have to miss two games at least, more if my head ain’t right,” Luke answers Quinn, moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through yours.

“Your head’s never been right, Moose,” Jack says, causing Luke to roll his eyes.

Quinn leans over to bump his shoulder into Jack’s, shaking his head, unimpressed with his joke.

“Wait,” Luke starts, causing everyone to look up at him. “Are we just not going to address the fact that Quinn randomly showed up to the game tonight?”

“Yeah, how did you get here. Shouldn’t you be in Vancouver right now?” Jack adds, looking over at his older brother suspiciously.

Quinn looks over to you, causing the other two Hughes to shift their gaze your way.

“Surprise?” you say as a question, not knowing what to do with all the eyes in the room on you.

“You did this?” You look over at Luke, nearly eye level with him, even though he’s laying on the table beside you.

“Well, I know you’ve been struggling with adjusting to life here lately, and you were feeling pretty homesick, so I figured it would be nice for you to have both of your brothers in Jersey for a night or two,” you shrug your shoulders, not seeing the big deal with your actions.

“Tried to get your parents here, too, but they couldn’t leave work right now. They sent their love and apologies, though. Promised me they’d be at a game as soon as they could,” you added, wishing you could’ve had all the Hughes here tonight.

“I….I don’t know what to say,” Luke looks at you, so much affection in his eyes it makes you squirm.

“Well, a thank you would be a nice start,” you joke.

“Thank you. I love you. So much. If I could lean over to kiss you right now I would,” Luke brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t make me witness anything else painful tonight,” Jack interrupts the moment, earning a slap to the back of the head from Quinn.

“Don’t you have a game to go finish, jackass?”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jack jumps, forgetting about the last period that’s about to start. “See you at home, Moose, Q. You, too, Y/N. Assume you’re staying over to help take care of the patient, yeah?” He nods his head towards the injured one in the room.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Be safe, Jack. Good luck,” you wave as he turns to leave.

“I��ll go pull the car around, be back in a few to help you get this ole’ goon out of here,” Quinn announces before leaving you and Luke alone once more.

“So, you’re really going to stay over? Play nurse for me?” Luke asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes.

“Of course I’m staying over. I can’t trust Jack to make sure you’re not up and around doing something stupid when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“So, if you’re going to play nurse, does this mean we can stop on the way home and get you one of those sexy nurse outfits?” Luke asks, eyes hopeful.

“Maybe they should’ve just left you out there unconscious on the ice, you were less annoying that way,” you fire back, smiling at the laugh Luke let out, thanking your lucky stars your boy is okay.

[sundew199]

Bonding

tags: jean Kirschstein x f!reader, mutual masterbation, pet names, tbh just smut

Kinktober day 13: mutual masterbation for @bbxkruger

!!minors dni!!

Maybe it was a bit unfair to tell your boyfriend you needed thirty or so minutes to yourself to catch up on work, knowing it was the complete opposite of what you were doing. But he was actually busy with things from his own job and you needed relief. Jean would understand, one of his best qualities. Though you couldn't help but feel guilty as you slid into bed, pulling the comforter over yourself and slipping off your shorts.

Taking up the entire thirty minutes wasn't realistic, but it helped avoid the risk of him interrupting you or walking in to ask what you were doing. Just a quick little session and you'd be done, that's all this was.

Letting your hand glide down from your chest to your stomach, you palmed over yourself through your panties, immediately feeling how wet you were and a sudden random embarrassment coming over you. Jesus, were you really that pent up?

Sighing, you bent one of your legs at the knee, making it easier to slid your panties off. Nervously hovering over your clit, you pressed two fingers down and nearly blew your cover with the unexpected moan that came from you. God you were sensitive too, which may not have been a bad thing, could possible cum a lot faster and not have the guilt in the back of your mind for too long.

Allowing yourself to relax, rubbing slow circles down onto your clit, you pictured Jean above you. The way he sighed behind each kiss that he left onto your body and how his long hands run across your skin always left your shivering, doing so now at the mere thought. He was such an attentive lover, so gentle when he wanted to be and rough when you would ask, the perfect boyfriend. He always liked to whisper sweet and nasty things into your ear as he teased or fucked you, catering to you and your needs.

A slight raise in your hips from you imagination had the covers being thrown to the side, sitting up with a couple of pillows propped up behind you and laying your legs flat to the bed, keeping the moderate pace of your two fingers.

Though it didn't feel as good as when Jean would do it, it got the job done and your orgasm was quickly approaching, maybe a bit sooner than you would like but in this instance that was fine.

"Hey baby, can you start a new list for-"

Fuck! You didn't lock the door!

Jean stood frozen in the entryway to the bedroom, lips parted and eye wide, focusing on your now stilled hand between your legs, You were frozen as well, not even thinking you were breathing as you looked back at him. You were struggling to decipher his emotions, the look on his face sort of unreadable as his hand fell from the door knob, like he wanted to approach but couldn't bring himself too.

You swallowed, doing nothing to sooth the sudden dryness in your throat and the embarrassment running hot and fast through you.

Without warning, Jean stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind him and pulling off his shirt. The sweats he wore hung low on his hips, gravity teasingly pulling them down more as he approached the bed, now with a smug look on his face. Wordlessly, you met his eyes, easing your spread legs together out of shame, but he tutted disapprovingly.

"Don't tell me you're shy?"

"You'd have the same reaction if I walked in on you." Shooting back, slouching against the headboard and crossing your arms over your chest. Jean laughed softly, shrugging as if he agreed but not entirely.

"Maybe, but I'd be more inclined to ask you to join me."

"Figured, are you wanting me to do the same?" Answering him back, ignoring the fact that he was stepping out of his sweats and slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"Of course I am," climbing onto the bed, completely naked and swinging his leg over to hover above you, dick only half hard but bouncing from its weight. "Show me how you like to get off."

"Jean, we've been together for three yea-"

"I know, but show me. Pretty please princess?"

Oh you hated how he knew what to say to get you to submit, the endearing pet names he pulled only when either of you were turned on and needy, and it was slightly annoying with how easily it worked on you.

Sliding back down, letting your legs bend at the knee, you felt the confidence and seduction in your actions grow as he looked down at you, watching the way your hands stopped and grabbed at your tits over your shirt, pinching your nipple and letting out a pleased sigh.

"Take this off." Demanding softly, his long fingers toying with the hem of the old t-shirt you wore, wanting to see you in your full glory for this.

Rolling your eyes, doing your best to not have to sit up again, you tossed the shirt over the bed, resuming your soft touches. Warm hands massaged the flesh, palms brushing over your nipples before tweaking them to get the perky. Your boyfriend looked like he was in heaven, getting access to a free show and it was somehow slightly better than being the one running his hand over and down your body.

Another sigh left your lips when you moved on to trace down your abdomen, reaching your naval and stopping for effect. Your eyes were heavy with lust, trying to hold his gaze from above you and noticing he was in the same state. His dick was fully hard now, the beginnings of pre forming at the slit, teasing the flushed head. You softly laughed, spreading your legs wider underneath him and pushing him to sit back on his feet to get a better view.

Two fingers parted your slick folds, presenting your pussy to him and watching the way his hands curled into fists on his thighs, a groan building in his chest from the sight alone.

"Fuck,"

His soft exclamation sending the familiar tingles across your skin, urging you to dip just the tip of your middle finger into your entrance and bring it to press onto your clit. You moaned under your breath, teasing yourself and Jean with the lack of movement on the bud, experiencing the urge to not rush this.

"You're not just going to watch are you?" The sultry tone of your question drawing him to look at your face, a small smug smile forming on his lips.

"Defiantly not, is this an invitation to join you?" Purring low in his throat, lightly stroking the shaft of his cock and letting out a small hiss.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself."

Jean nodded, letting his eyes trail down your body until reaching where his attention was needed most, witnessing the slow pumps of just your middle finger coming in and out of you, coated with slick already. God he might not last long, but he had a feeling you wouldn't either. He never intended to interrupt you, completely under the impression you were working on something for your job when he stumbled into the bedroom to ask you about this week's grocery list. Really, he didn't find any offense to your white lie, cause in that moment he was caught up with something as well. But that was one of the great things about his relationship with you, there was nothing held against the other in any circumstance. Jean respected your time and space, and if that meant you wanted a few minutes to get off, then he'd give it to you.

The air was heavy with lust and silence, both of you splitting your gazes between each other's faces and where the other's hand was. It was enjoyable how even with the heaviness of arousal, words didn't need to be exchanged every second.

You worked in a second finger after spending enough time with just one, moaning a bit louder at the stretch, even if it didn't compare to the stretch from the person above you. Jean let out a shaky breath once he saw you cunt greedily suck in two of your fingers instead of one, the obscene wet noises that came with it, moving his own light hand tighter and faster on his cock.

"M'fuck look at that." Commenting with a rasp in his voice, approving of the state between your legs and almost wishing it were his fingers instead of yours. You nodded your head to his comment, a small whine trapped in your throat as you tried to sink your fingers deeper inside you. Jean knew how much you loved how his long fingers could reach the very depths of you, easily bring you to an orgasm with the right amount of movement.

Breaths turned heavy as you continued to watch the way his large hand moved up and down on his cock, the casualness of it and how that was so much more arousing than frantic desperate movements. Suddenly an idea popped in your head, pulling your slick and drenched fingers out of you to wrap around his cock above where his own hand was. Jean's eyes popped open when he felt your hand, groaning as you spread your arousal on his shaft, providing lubrication.

"How generous of you."

Teasingly you blew him a kiss, moving to lay back down and propping yourself up on an elbow, teasing your entrance all over again before plunging your fingers back inside you.

"Wanted to make things even and make the show more enjoyable." Finding it in you to taunt a little with your words, the pride spreading across your boyfriend's face and the new wave of arousal washing over him as his hand moved more freely up and down his dick.

Your head fell back once the speed you stopped at was found again, juices squelching and filling the silence as you brushed along the spongy spot inside you. Jean's breathing turned labored and heavy, his toned chest rising and falling almost in time with the motions of his hand. You were both getting lost in the pleasure you were bringing yourself and also in the other. It was something completely new, but insanely hot getting to the see the other work themselves up to an orgasm.

"Add one more finger, for me baby."

"Only if you stroke just the tip." Unexpectedly coming back with your own request, clenching down hard on your own fingers at the breathlessness of his words. Jean's head fell back at the idea, stopping his hand completely and groaning, another bead of pre-cum rolling down from the head to the underside of his cock.

Together, you fulfilled the other's request, moaning in sync, twitching and arching from the sinful touches of your own hand. Even as your wrist began to ache from fluttering three fingers inside your drenched pussy, it didn't stop you from watching the tight fist twist and pump around the angry flushed head of Jean's cock. It was the fastest way to make him cum, as was three fingers inside you made you cum just as quickly.

"Shit you look so fucking gorgeous right now, fingering yourself for me, getting off so I can watch, fuck." Throwing his head back, the neatly combed ashy hair on his head falling loosely behind him.

"Mmhm, wishing they were yours." Cooing back and barely seeing the way his jaw slacked and eyes squeezed even tighter shut. He was a dream to look at while lost in the throes of ecstasy, how his abs tensed and his chest moved noticeably with each breath, the definition of sex.

"You can have them after you cum, I'll give you anything you want if you cum for me right now princess."

Abruptly throwing himself forward until his face was inches from yours, free hand planted by your hip and breathing heavily into the minimal space between you and him. Sweat had started to bead around his hairline, his lashes brushing on his cheeks from how heavy his lids were trying to look at you, looking so fucking pretty. You hummed and pushed yourself forward into a kiss, slotting your lips in his as your orgasm quickly approached. Jean moaned into your mouth, working his hand unbearably fast around the head of his cock, the franticness seeping into the kiss he kept you locked in.

Every breath one of you took was swallowed by the other, exchanging the same air over and over until you vocally whined, parting from his kiss swollen lips, looking into his hazel eyes as you began to cum. Jean groaned and grunted, looking down to where his hand was and yours, the pool of juices leaking down from your wrist onto the bed, sending him over the edge in an instant.

Ropes of warm cum landed on your stomach and parts of your chest, already working through the very end of your orgasm just before he got through his. You kissed him softer this time, slipping off of your elbow and throwing the arm around his neck to take him down with you. Your boyfriend laughed into your lips as your sweaty, sticky bodies pressed together, neither of you caring in the slightest.

Tenderly he kissed you, wiping his hand on the bed sheets prior to holding the side of your face, deepening the kiss with each press of his mouth to yours. He tasted so sweet, like you'd never get enough kisses from him in an entire lifetime.

"Hate to kill the mood, but I need to send this email before the end of the day." Whispering gently, smiling once he pulled away and stroked his thumb over your cheekbone.

"And after?"

"I'll come back and make you cum till you can't walk for a couple of days." Eagerly laughing and pressing a few kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose, waiting a moment before he unstuck himself from your body and grabbed his discarded sweats.

Sprawling yourself out of the bed prettily, you blew him another kiss in exchange for the wink he gave you while halfway out the door, patently waiting for him to return to finish what he sort of started.

[myfeetrcolddd]

Running away... literally

She'd ran away from him, all the way up to her dorm in Gryffindor tower.

Y/N spiraled there, pacing around the dorm, mumbling to herself about how to get out of this mess. "I could tell him it was a joke?" She muttered, "No, he wouldn't believe that... UGH!" She groaned and flopped face first on her bed.

It was no use, she thought, there was no avoiding her feelings.

So, like the big girl she is, she sucked it up.

Pushing herself up from her bed she turned to the clock and saw that it was nearly dinner. Had she really been pacing for that long?

Sighing, Y/N stood, heading to the bathroom, fixing her hair in the mirror before she head for the great hall.

Theodore hadn't done much since Y/N had ran away from him. He knew he should probably feel hurt about it, the girl he had liked and known for so long running like her bottom was on fire and away from him after they had finally kissed, but truth was, he didn't. Because fact was, he knew things would turn out right.

Theo also couldn't see the downside to having finally kissed her. Hell, he was giddy and grinning like an idiot by the time he finally got to the Slytherin commons.

"What are you so smiley about?" Pansy asked, grinning slightly at the sight of her dazed friend.

Theo turned to her with the widest smile she had ever seen on the boy, "Huh?" He said, his eyes glazed over slightly and Pansy laughed.

The rest of the guys tried to get answers out of him, but he was too lost in his thoughts to say much. Just hum and grunt in response, he even let out the occasional giggle.

He couldn't wait for dinner, to see her again. Theo wondered what it would take for her to kiss him again. He figured he'd give just about anything for even just a peck on the cheek.

When dinner rolled around Theo went there at the soonest time, he wanted to be there when Y/N got there.

But the Gryffindor girl didn't show up until thirty minutes into dinner, and as soon as she stepped foot into the hall Theo was on his feet, the bench behind him screeched against the floor as he stood and bushed it back slightly.

The people around him turned and looked at him curiously.

It also seemed that Y/N had noticed it. Her head turned towards the boy and her eyes widened, "Shit." She mumbled to herself, staring at the pretty boy who stared at her with a wide smile.

Her heart was jumping out of her chest. It was like when she'd first met him, when she could barely talk to him because she was so shy about being near him. Her face warmed just like it used to back then too.

Theo stepped away from the table and started walking towards her, it wasn't until he was at the end of the table did she realize what was happening.

"Oh no..." He muttered and she looked around panicked. She wasn't actually ready to confront him!

So, she did the first thing she could think of. Turned right around and hightailed it out of there.

Theo hesitated for a second before he called out for her "Y/N!" He yelled but when he realized she wasn't going to stop he started running after her.

"Y/N!" He yelled again and she looked back over her shoulder.

"AHH!" She yelled and ran faster.

"What the...?" Theo started to slow down but ran harder.

When he realized she wasn't going to stop running anytime soon he stopped himself. He didn't understand, why would she run away again? He could understand the first time, she'd just confessed and under weird circumstances. But to do that again?

For the first time in hours Theo dropped his stupid grin and frowned.

He didn't understand that girl at all.

She had ran, again. She hadn't planned on running right when she saw him, but she hadn't planned on talking to him right away as well.

It was all just too much. She felt like a little kid again. She didn't know how to act! Was she supposed to act like nothing had happened? Or maybe Theo wanted to talk about it, but did he feel the same way?

She didn't know.

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Y/N spent her weekend holed up in Gryffindor tower, she didn't eat in the great hall, she ate in the kitchens.

She knew she was acting cowardly and owed Theo a hell of a lot of explaining. She'd realized that over the weekend.

"Hi Theo." She said softly, taking the seat next to him.

The Slytherin boy tensed up, he swallowed thickly and turned to look at the girl.

While Y/N had spent the weekend planning how to confront Theo, Theo had spent it going over anything he did wrong.

He didn't know how to act. He didn't want to scare her away again, didn't want her to run away again.

"Hey, Y/N." He said, his words short and strained slightly.

His tone worried Y/N, had he already gotten over the kiss? Did he not want to speak to her anymore? Was it because she ran? Oh Godric it was because she ran wasn't it!

Despite her mind whirring with worry and doubt she forced herself to take a breath, "Can we talk, after class?"

Immediately his head turned to hers, his eyes roamed her face to try and gauge what she'd meant. Was she going to tell him the kiss meant nothing? That it was all something they should forget? Salazar he hoped not.

He nodded his head in reply. His gaze lingering on the girl longer than he knew a friend should. But he couldn't help it.

This was the first time he'd seen the girl all weekend, this up close. He could see the specks of color in her eyes, the slant of her nose, and the curve of her lips.

The lips he'd dreamt of, the way they'd feel against his, whether they'd mold against his, how she'd taste, only now he knew all those things. He knew they felt amazing against his lips and they did mold against his, and he knew she tasted like his new favorite flavour.

Slowly he dragged his eyes back up to meet hers. She stared at him, her pupils were slightly dilated and she parts her lips then licks them.

Theo groaned slightly before turning away from the mesmerizing girl. He covered his face with his hands. How the hell was he supposed to pay attention in class with her sitting right beside him, smelling like all he'll ever want in life.

The class dragged out painfully slow.

Both of them were jittery as they packed up their things. Theo followed Y/N out of the class and lead them to a secluded corner. For a moment they stood across from each other silently. They were hardly a foot away from each other.

"So-"

"I'm sorry for running away." She cut Theo off, "Both times." Y/N swallowed thickly, "And I do like you and I meant what I said under the mistletoe and I don't want to sweep whatever happened and how I feel under the rug and if you don't feel the same- if you don't feel the same way then I understand and I'll respect your boundaries." She was out of breath by the time she finished, having said it all in one go.

Theo stared at her, frozen in awe. Her words had all come out so fast, he was still processing it all.

As Theo stared at her she started to get more and more nervous. Her palms felt clammy and she didn't think the hall was this hot before.

A minute passed and her heart beat was going a mile a minute. He wasn't saying anything! What did that mean?!

"Right- well, I'll just," She said suddenly, turning to walk away.

"No!" Theo blurted, grabbing her wrist and spinning her back around and closer than she was before.

She stumbled into him, the hand not being held by his came up to rest against his chest. Y/N peered up at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "Wha-"

Before she could say anything else and before Theo could think any better of it, he kissed her.

It was more aggressive than their first kiss. But it was just as good, hell, it was even better.

Their lips met and it was like heaven. Y/N's hands tangled themselves in his hair and he groans, she found herself smiling against his lips.

Then their tongues met and Theo explored her mouth, earning sounds that would haunt him in his dreams.

"Teddy." She sighed into his mouth, "We should get to class." He didn't listen though. Instead the boy kissed her harder, more passionately and Y/N forgot what she was even talking about.

Then she remembered and tugged at his hair once more, "Teddy." She said breathlessly, "Teddy I'm serious."

The boy complied, though not as much as the girl would have liked. He moved down her jaw and her neck, kissing and nipping and sucking at the skin, all the while he was mumbling things against her skin.

"Teddy." Her voice was barely above a whisper, "Wha-what are you saying.

She tried listening harder, and eventually she heard it.

"Heaven. Heaven, my heaven. My angel." He repeated, whispering it against her skin like a prayer.

"Teddy, we're in the school hallway." Y/N knew there was no stopping the boy, what she didn't know was whether she actually wanted him to stop.

"So then how bout my dorm, Angel?" He finally pulled away from her neck, his pupils were completely dilated, the dark green color of his eyes barely there anymore, and his lips were all swollen.

He was beautiful.

AGHHH all finished!!

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Walter hale 50 covering their mouth to shut them up. 😏

Hungry

A/N: Well this was fun. Any excuse to get dirty with Walter.

Pairing: Walter Hale x reader

Word count: Just a smidge over 1K

TWs: This is a smutfest. Walter is a soft dom, praise kink and some really dirty stuff with panties. Maybe the tiniest hint of orgasm denial.

You're the piano lady at the Chautauqua - you do all the accompaniment for the children’s singing during the daytime. You have no idea what Walter sees in you, when he has his pick of all the singers and dancers in every town. Not that you're under any illusion that you're the only woman he's sleeping with, that would be ridiculous. But he has been spending a lot of time with you lately. You run your fingers over the piano keys, doing a few scales absent-mindedly as you wait for the next kid. It's almost lunchtime. You can't wait for a break from this. 

Walter wanders into the tent where you're playing, eyes roving until they finally land on your figure, sitting behind the piano, just as he expected. He likes you a lot. You've got a little extra padding, in that kind of mid-thirties way, and he’s really been enjoying the effect it has on you. There’s a point that women hit at that age where they stop caring about what other people think of them and start caring about having a good time instead. He can’t understand why you haven’t been snapped up by someone already, but then maybe you’d never have got to this stage. You love sex, and he loves doing it with you.

He stands at the side of the stage until someone shouts something about lunch, and then you feel his presence behind you. 

“Hungry, honey?”

You somehow find yourselves in a walk-in linen closet, which would be spacious if it wasn’t for the shelves of linen, you and Walter all being in there. The shelves dig into your back and Walter, pressed against you, digs into your front. Your arms are around his neck and he’s kissing you passionately, grinding against you just a little. You let out a little pleasured noise as he moves from your mouth to your neck. 

“Still hungry?” He asks, with a raised eyebrow and a smile playing on his lips. 

You don’t need to be asked twice, nodding and getting onto your knees as best you can in the cramped space. Freeing his dick from the confines of his pants, you set to work licking and sucking, and he bites his fist to stay quiet. It’s hard not to make a noise when you’re so good at this, but he doesn’t want to be found. Eventually he decides you’re getting him dangerously close with your mouth and he wants to finish somewhere else. He taps your cheek and you let him slide out again, and stand up, obediently. He pulls your long skirt up around your waist and your panties to one side, and then he’s inside you in one quick movement. Grunting, his cheek pressed against yours as he rolls his hips into you again and again. 

“Oh, Walter! It feels so good.” You can’t help yourself, something just makes you want to tell him how his dick makes you feel. How much you love it. 

He moves his head just enough so you can see the smirk spreading across his face. 

“Is that so, honey?”

You nod quickly, and then the moaning starts. You don’t mean to moan, but every time he fucks you it drives you crazy and the noises just pour out of you. He’s still smirking, because he can’t help loving hearing you like this, but he starts to shake his head just a little too. 

“Uh-uh. You’ve gotta be quiet, honey.”

“Mmmm. I… I c-can’t…” you stumble over the words, brain feeling like mush. “...’s too good…”

He’s still slowly rolling himself into you, and he shakes his head a little more as he presses his hand over your mouth. 

“Gotta be quiet,” he says again, and then he starts to really fuck you. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as he thrusts harder and faster, his fingers pressing against your soft lips, fingertips digging into your cheek. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles, knowing he’s getting close and thinking you probably are too. But he doesn’t want you squeezing him and tipping him over the edge right now. 

Keeping his hand over your mouth, he slows down and pulls out, and you stare at him in gasping surprise. Not that it’s very easy to gasp with your mouth clamped shut, a snort of air rushing out of your nose instead. 

“Shhh,” he reiterates, before moving his hand. He needs both of them for this. 

Jerking himself with one hand, he pulls the top of your panties down with the other and rubs his dick through your folds, struggling to hold back a moan as he feels his release growing closer and closer. You look down at what he’s doing, dazed, and gasp as he cums all over your pussy and in your panties, making a mess in your underwear. Putting your own hand over your mouth instinctively, you watch as he moves back, letting your skirt fall back down to hide what he’s just done. Taking a few steadying breaths, he puts himself away again and then looks at you. You’re completely dumbfounded, and really, really horny. 

The smirk is back when he sees the look on your face. He puts his hand back over your mouth, and his lips to your ear. 

“Want ya to sit and think about me for the rest of the day now, honey.”

You groan into his palm. As if you were going to do anything else after that. 

“Then tonight I might give ya what ya want.”

He moves his hand and looks at you. 

“Yes, Walter,” you breathe. 

Another little smirk. “But no takin’ those panties off. Want you in ‘em all day.”

You accidentally moan out loud again and he tuts, clamping his hand back over your mouth. 

“What did I tell ya? Shhh.” He softens then, smiling down at you. “Not that I don’t love those pretty little noises of yours. But save them for tonight, hm?”

“Yes, Mr Hale,” you tell him, when he moves his hand again. 

He hums approvingly. “Good girl. And keep those panties on. I’ll be checking.”

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Better Man

Summary:Jason fucks up one to many times, luckily there is Eddie who is happy to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Older Eddie x Reader. (reader is in her 20's, Eddie is thirty eight) age gap, 18 + Minors shoo! Kinda mean Eddie, then Soft Eddie. Modern fic.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

❤️

Jason was such a loser. He had been caught flirting with a few girls at the Halloween party they had attended together and you had left him.

Finally.

It had been weeks of making up, breaking up and just a plain, toxic vibe. You deserved better and wanted out.

You went to the one person who you knew would understand. Who could make it better. Who pleasured you, fulfilled you in ways that Jason could never ever do

Eddie.

He opens the door to his trailer and your stomach flips, filling with butterflies at the sight of him.

Fuck, he was so sexy.

His hair is in a messy bun, he's shirtless, wearing slacks and there's a smirk on his face.

"Hey pretty girl" his brown eyes rake over your body and you shiver in excitement.

"Hi" you're breathless with anticipation, knowing what the night entails. Knowing its Eddie you really want and not Jason dickhead Carver.

"The dickhead mess up again?" you nod and feel shy under his scrutinizing gaze. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and cocks his eyebrow.

"We're done"

"The boy can't satisfy you so you coming running to me again princess?" he tsks and you pause, unsure if he wants you here.

Maybe he has another woman over? You weren't exclusive or anything. Even though you had fallen quickly for Eddie, the two of you only started as a casual hook up.

Eddie's uncle was friends with your family, that's how you got to know Eddie. His reputation proceeded him, he was hot as fuck, had women wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

One look in his big doe brown eyes and you found it hard not to melt, you resisted. Just barely.

The thought of someone with him made your stomach ache, your heart clench.

"Do you want me to go? If you have someone with you, I don't want to interrupt" his features soften and he chuckles.

"I see that look in your eyes sweetheart, you jealous of all that shit?" you look away, shrugging and he tugs the waistband of your jeans so your close to him.

"I like when you're jealous sweet girl, gets me all fucking hot" he kisses you before you can respond and leads you to his bedroom.

❤️

Eddie has your arms pinned above your head, there's a mean, mocking smile on his face.

"So Carver couldn't satisfy you princess and you come to me" he teases as he thrusts inside you hard.

"Eddie, please, need you" You moan and he begins to move, slowly.

"You just love when my cock is buried in you huh? Such a greedy, greedy girl" he mocks as he drags his thrusts out until your a mewling mess underneath him.

He wants you to beg, you refuse to give in but the ache you feel is growing stronger.

"Eddie" you whine and he moves a little faster this time.

"Uh, uh princess. You're being so rude. I didn't hear please" he coos and you huff, desperate for release and begin to grind yourself against him, gritting out "please" as you do so.

His eyes fill with lust and he moves faster, hips snapping against yours as you both move together.

"You feel so fucking good sweetheart, tight. Mine"

The sensations going through your body is delicious and by the time you reach your climax, you're screaming into Eddie's shoulder, legs shaking from how intense the orgasm was.

Eddie soon follows, spilling into you. His hand gripping yours and an awed look on his face, he slowly pulls out and lays beside you.

You lay together for a moment before he speaks, his fingers caressing your hair.

"There's no one else princess, not for a while. Only you" it answers your question and at the same time your heart is racing as you think of the implications on what he said.

He presses a kiss to your lips and takes his sweet ass time, kissing every inch of your body as he makes his way down to the apex of your thighs.

Before you can ask about what he said your phone lights up with a call. Ugh. Jason.

Eddie's eyes darken and he glares at the phone.

"Answer it" he tells you and continues teasing near your clit. You pout.

"Do I have to? I think I gave the asshole the message earlier. I wish he'd leave me alone"

Wasn't dumping your drink on him and giving his cocky, condescending face a slap enough of a message? It certainly was a cathartic moment for you.

You answer the phone and immediately Jason is yelling and belittling you, Eddie stills when he hears Jason yelling at you.

"Will you fuck off Jason. I told you we're done for good" You snap at him losing patience.

"Tell him to talk nicer to you or I'll knock his teeth down his throat" Eddie growls and the protectiveness in his tone makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Who's that? You bitch!" Jason yells and Eddie gestures for the phone, which you give to him curious at what he will say.

"Listen here dickhead. She's not interested, Infact, I'm currently between her thighs and making her scream, which is more than a limp dick fuck like you ever could"

Jason goes silent. You can almost picture that agog expression on his face.

"Eddie Munson. She's fucking you?" he squeals and Eddie smiles.

"Let's get this straight here Carver, she is my girl. I don't like to share, fuck off and stop bothering her or I will be very pissed off and have to tell you in person. Wouldn't want you to shit your pants or anything. We clear?"

Jason gulps. "Crystal" Jason hangs up and you dissolve into giggles and sit up, leaning over to kiss Eddie.

"That was kinda hot. Also I'm your girl?" you say teasing him but full of hope and he kisses you, leaving you a little breathless.

"I want to be with you sweetheart. You've gone and stolen my heart. I adore you and I'll treat you better than that Carver idiot ever could"

Thrilled you kiss him, nodding happily and his arms wrap around yours as you cuddle into him and he kisses your forehead.

[seecarrun]

“Tah-dah.”

The combination of the deadpan tone and the perky little spirit finger wiggles is enough to make Eddie roll his eyes and scoff at Richie’s antics, so he opens his mouth and starts to call him a fucking idiot.

That is, until he actually gets a look at what it is Richie is showing him.

There, carved into the old wood of The Kissing Bridge, are the letters R+E.

He blinks down at them in something like surprise. “The fuck is this?” he asks. Richie frowns, irritated.

“It’s our fucking initials. What the fuck does it look like?”

“Well, why are our initials carved here?” Eddie asks, not meanly or anything, but definitely bewildered. “Who the fuck wrote our initials here?” He steps closer and bends down to get a better look. “This looks old. Is this from when we were kids? I never noticed this before. Did someone do this to make fun of us or something? Why wouldn’t they tell us? Did they tell you? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Richie waits for Eddie to finish the worst game of twenty-questions in history, exuding the kind of patience he didn’t even know he was capable of as Eddie goes on for what feels like forty fucking minutes.

“Dude,” he finally bursts out, unable to take it anymore, “I carved those. Me. Jesus Christ.”

Eddie blinks up at him, all eyes and freckles, confused. “You did this?”

“Yes.”

“When we were kids?”

“Yes.”

“So…” Eddie looks at the wood and then back at Richie again, and Richie tries not to burst into a million pieces as he sees the cogs slowly turning in Eddie’s head.

“Oh my god, get there faster!” he finally snaps, and Eddie shoots him a glare.

“Shut the fuck up, dude! You had thirty years to know about this shit, I’ve had thirty fucking seconds, I’m fucking processing!” Richie throws his arms into the air and does a weird, exasperated little circle as Eddie continues to inspect the carving, his brows furrowed. “You carved our initials into the kissing bridge when we were kids,” he states again, just to hear the whole thing put together, and gingerly runs his index finger over the plus-sign. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Richie asks, cringing.

“Obviously not, if I’m fucking asking.”

Richie’s heaves a sigh. “I liked you,” he finally admits. Somehow, the world doesn’t end. He briefly thinks teenage-Richie would have been surprised by that.

Eddie traces his finger along the E now, slowly. “You liked me back?” he says, so quietly it takes Richie a moment too long before he realizes what Eddie said.

“Wait, back?!”

(Part 2 here)

[naughtyneganjdm]

Love's Second Chance: A Holiday Reunion - Chapter 2

Summary: To distract herself from her loneliness, Y/N throws herself into helping the town finish decorating for Christmas. Since her divorce, Tommy has joined her every year since to help. A minor mishap leads to her running into someone from her past.

Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Tommy Miller, Joel Miller (mentions), Maria (mentions), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60501985/chapters/154591387

Warnings: Swearing, angst, depression, sad discussions, etc.

Notes: As promised, I will be posting this story three times a week on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So, yeah! Here it is. Thanks to those who take the time to read it! There is no Joel in this chapter, but he is talked about a lot. Credit to gif @jdmorganz

It was gut-wrenching waking up to an empty house during Christmas time. Silence was not something that Y/N was used to. Being alone was hard enough throughout the normal part of the year, but during Christmas? It was the worst. Y/N would be lying if she said that it wasn’t getting to her. Depression set in pretty heavy during the holidays when the children were with Joel. Distractions were the only way to make it through. Because sitting in an empty house not having someone to share her time with hurt. And it hurt a lot. That’s why when she could help out around town, she happily did. That way her mind was busy and she didn’t think about the loneliness that ate away at her.

For a few weeks she had been helping to put up the decorations around their small hometown. It was something she had been doing ever since she was a kid, so it just stuck with her. With Christmas only a few weeks away, they were desperate to finish everything off to have everything prepared for their most popular festivities and Y/N was there to help them.

Although, this morning she was a bit late because she had to pick up Tommy to come help her. Every year since Joel and Y/N separated, Tommy always made an effort to come help Y/N when she worked on the decorations. Sometimes she thought Tommy did it out of pity, but she wasn’t going to turn down the extra help. Truthfully? She liked having the company too.

“I don’t know how you always have the energy to do this,” Tommy yawned from where he was standing below her holding onto the ladder that was there. Things would have been done faster if Tommy was helping in other places, but last night there was a storm that came through that made things incredibly slippery. So having Tommy holding onto the ladder kept her safe. “Even after the coffee I feel like a zombie.”

“Maybe if you would have gone to bed earlier, you wouldn’t be so tired,” she teased him, stealing a quick look down at him. His head tipped to the side and his big brown eyes seemed so innocent in the moment. “Staying up all night and then expecting to wake up in the morning with little too no sleep doesn’t work so well when you get to your thirties.”

“Hey,” Tommy frowned when she mentioned his age, wrinkling his nose in frustration. “We don’t have to go there with the age thing. I can handle being up all night.”

“Every time I listen to you talk, I question if you are my children’s age,” Y/N pestered Tommy hearing him scoff from down below. Working to put the lights up, she was very careful and heard Tommy yawning once more. “Then again, you do spend a lot of time with my children and they say that you start acting like the people you are around most often.”

“Then I should be grumpy and energetic at the same time,” Tommy suggested with an amused expression when she looked down at him. That was a slam on Joel and she knew it. It was nice that sometimes Tommy although appreciating his brother’s love toward him could be candid about Joel being grumpy. “Can I be honest with you?”

“You always have been,” she moved down the ladder to help Tommy move it before heading back up to start on the next area.

“I was questioning coming here today. I thought about canceling,” Tommy admitted, brushing his fingers through his longer hair, slicking it back. Grasping tightly to the ladder after, Tommy took a look around and sighed loudly. “But then I remembered a promise I made to you a very long time ago and I intend to keep it.”

“If you didn’t want to come Tommy, you didn’t have to,” she assured him, letting out a strained breath when she reached a little too far and almost fell over. Bracing herself again, she realized that she was thankful he was here because this would have been impossible without him. “You don’t have to keep doing this if you’re no longer interested.”

“Oh no. I’m happy doing it. I like spending time with you,” Tommy insisted with worry in his tone. Tommy’s southern drawl was actually thicker than Joel’s so some of his words came off a bit silly making her smile. “That’s not it at all. You just were right about me being up all night. It’s strange how much y’know me.”

“I helped raise you,” she reminded him with a tiny laugh. “I’d be worried if I didn’t. So what were you doing all night?”

“Honestly? A few weeks ago, after a long night of working with Joel, I stopped into the town diner,” Tommy stammered, his fingers curling tighter around the ladder. A warmth flooded into his face with what he was about to tell her. “It was pretty empty in there, so I sat at the counter. A few seats down was this girl. And we got to talkin’…a lot. After that? We’ve been meeting there every day since. At the same time and everything. Talking all night long. So that’s why I almost cancelled on you. I didn’t want to though, so that’s why I’m here.”

“That’s great Tommy!” she assured him, wanting to give him encouragement with what he was telling her while still focusing on getting the lights up. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Thanks, but…” Tommy’s words came to a quick halt, an uncomfortable sound escaping his lips. “I reckon this sounds ridiculous, but I’m nervous. See I think she’s amazing. Beautiful. Funny. Smart. I think she’s the woman of my dreams.”

“And what’s the problem there?” Y/N wondered, moving down the ladder again to stand before Tommy who looked uneasy talking about this. “Tommy?”

“Well, I’m me. Everyone in this town knows that I’ve had issues,” Tommy reminded her of his past and the problems that he went through with his mental health. Especially after his parents died and after he came back from the war. “People get into everyone’s business here and I’m a mess. I’m not a good match for anyone.”

“That’s bullshit,” she immediately corrected him, stepping forward to grab a hold of the jacket that he was wearing. Pulling him closer, she stroked her hands over his jacket and heard him laugh. “You’re Tommy Miller. The man with a beautiful soul that wants to do his best to save the world. You’re kind. You’re strong. You’re willing to fight for those who can’t. You have the biggest heart. It doesn’t matter about your hardships. Plus? You have the best hair I’ve ever seen.”

“You had to throw that last line in there,” Tommy snickered with Y/N brushing her fingers through his curvy dark locks. “Sometimes you really do feel like my mother Y/N.”

“A part of me feels like I am. Just minus the whole birthing you thing. I adopted you when I was eighteen, Tommy,” she reminded him, teasing him by grabbing his cheek and giving it a firm squeeze. It had his already reddened cheeks from the cold blushing over more. “So I think I know more than anyone. Other than your brother of course.”  

“I still feel bad that you were forced to do that,” Tommy frowned, reaching out to wrap his arms around Y/N to pull her into his arms to give her a big hug. “You were still a kid yourself.”

“So was Joel when he did it, but it didn’t matter. We were a family and we were going to do whatever it took to keep you safe and with your family,” she reminded him, patting him on the chest knowing that with Joel, they went above and beyond to raise Tommy right. “You know I love you.”

“And I love you too,” Tommy promised her with a wink, looking back over his shoulder again as if he was in search of someone. “Which is why I can open up to you. Joel is not very good with all this stuff. It’s hard talking to him. I usually just get a grunt here or there. And I don’t think he’d be happy with me liking this girl.”

“I think Joel would be glad that you found someone that makes you happy,” she suggested, moving the ladder again with Tommy. “Your brother just isn’t very good with romance. He hasn’t been for a while. Confrontation makes him uncomfortable.”

“The moment the two of you got divorced is the moment I stopped believing in true love,” Tommy confessed to her with a frown. It had her chest aching and she gave him a weak smile. It was sweet to hear that, but hard to believe. “I never thought the two of you would break up.”

She didn’t know what to say. She just pat Tommy on the shoulder and gave him a wink. Moving back up the ladder, she heard Tommy muttering something to himself before speaking up again for her to hear, “You know Maria?”

“The mayor’s daughter?” she looked down to confirm with Tommy who gave her a small nod. “You have a thing going with the mayor’s daughter?”

“Well, it’s not a thing. It’s just, well…I don’t know what to call it,” Tommy slurred, tipping his head from side to side. “We’re talkin’? I guess that’s the best way to put it. But I’d really like it to be a thing. She makes me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feelin’.”

Considering what he was saying, she understood why Joel might be upset with Tommy being in love with Maria. Tommy got in a lot of trouble when he was younger. And the mayor was not always the kindest to Tommy. There was no doubt that Joel would be worried that if something happened with Maria and Tommy that the mayor would go out of his way to make an example of Tommy.

“Ya see why I’m nervous?” Tommy grumbled under his breath, slightly kicking at the snow.

“Well, the mayor has never really been your biggest fan,” she reminded Tommy who let out an uncomfortable breath. That statement made him more ill at ease and she hated to do that to Tommy. “Tommy, it’s not the mayor you are in love with. It’s his daughter. His adult daughter. If you like her and you want to make something more out of it? Do it. Life is short and happiness is rare. So if you can capture that happiness? Go after it. It’s Maria’s life we’re talking about. Not her father’s.”

“So you think it would be okay for me to ask her out on a date-date?” Tommy inquired making sure to keep the ladder steady when Y/N moved back down it. “You don’t think she would say no? I mean with her father hating me all those years…”

“Tommy,” she got him to focus on her after his eyes had wandered around a little bit. “You are a catch. You are one of the most loving people I have ever known. And you’re telling me this girl is already meeting you every night at the diner. I feel like maybe she already thinks there is something there. Because if she didn’t? She wouldn’t be showing up every night.”

“You think?” Tommy went from looking uneasy and self-conscious to having a smile spreading out over his young features.

“I know,” she gave him a wink feeling the sensation of her phone vibrating in her pocket. Pulling off her glove, she tucked it under her arm and dug inside of her pocket for her phone. Lifting it up, she managed to block out the sunlight just enough to see that it was a text from Elizabeth. Opening it up, she saw that it was two photos of a Santa photo session that she had taken with Joel and Peter. The first one was all smiles and the second was the three of them doing crazy faces while Santa looked scared. It made her smile, but at the same time, it hurt. They started having fun with the photos after Joel divorced her. It was like he was making up for the fact that they were no longer together. Without warning, her phone was pulled from her hand and she felt a breath catch in her throat. “Hey!”

“What is it?” Tommy moved around until he could see the screen to see what it was that had made her unhappy. It had Tommy frowning and he looked back at Y/N to see that she was still upset. “How did I know it had something to do with my brother?”

“It’s nothing,” she tried to dismiss that it was a big deal, but Tommy knew better. “I don’t know, Tommy. It’s just hard seeing those sometimes. That was something we used to do together, but now that’s his thing with the children.”

“Why don’t you ask to be part of it?” Tommy reasoned with her, handing her back the phone. Sending Elizabeth a sweet text, she pushed her phone back into her pocket and shrugged. “It’s only right. You’re their mother.”

“Joel made it clear that he didn’t want that after we got separated,” she explained, pulling her glove back on when she swallowed down hard. “And I respected that. It’s just hard because at first Joel was great with it. You know that. You were in our photos until you were eighteen. But the last few years of our marriage he would always…”

“Bitch?” Tommy finished for her. Reflecting on what Tommy said, she nodded her head. That’s not the words she would use, but it summed it up perfectly.

“He hated doing that. But as soon as we were divorced? He went out of his way for it to be special and fun. It’s his thing now even though I’m the one that started it,” she pointed out, separating the lights better so it would be easier for her to put them up. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous or have my feelings hurt, it’s just hard not being part of something anymore.”

“That’s not how things should be,” Tommy frowned, trying to help her with the lights after seeing her struggling.

“But it’s how they are,” she knew there was no changing it. Over the last four years? This was just the way things had ended up.

“Joel should really be here helping you,” Tommy suggested to her with a shrug of his shoulders. “It was his thing with you. Ever since you were kids.”

“You know he hated this more than he did the Santa photo,” she half laughed and Tommy rolled his eyes. “It was worse getting him out than it is you. And by the time he got here? He let everyone know that he didn’t want to be here. He always helped people out around town, but he let people know that he didn’t like it.”

“Grumpy would probably be the definition of Joel Miller over the last few years,” Tommy spoke up with a half-smile, reconsidering what he actually said when he thought about it. “Maybe decade?”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” she pat Tommy on the chest and gave him a playful wink.

“Ah, he knows I say what I think all the time. It’s a habit when you’re a Miller,” Tommy retorted, his smile expanding out over his features. “We really have no filtering system.”

“Yeah,” she contemplated what he was saying. Thoughts of the night before flooded her mind which had her getting curious. “Elizabeth said that Joel and Tess broke up a while ago. How did that happen?”

“Yeah, it was…nasty,” Tommy explained, his eyebrows bouncing up showing the tension in his face. When it came to Joel’s love life, she tried to avoid talking about it. Most of the time it upset her. But hearing that they weren’t together anymore? That actually piqued her interest. “I was actually surprised it went so bad because I thought Joel would eventually get married to Tess,” Tommy was rambling off, but quickly stopped when he saw the color drain from her face. “I just mean, they seemed to be really into each other. They were really hot and heavy. I think Tess kicked Joel’s ass a lot when they had sex. He’d walk away with marks a lot of the time. Some nights it was like…”

“Tommy, I really don’t want to hear about Joel’s sex life,” Y/N held her hand up to stop Joel’s younger brother from continuing.

“Of course you don’t. I’m sorry,” Tommy apologized profusely, visibly embarrassed that he let it get that far. “I was just saying. They seemed like a pretty tight couple. The only problem was, Tess wanted more from Joel and he just wasn’t willing to give it. It was the same things I heard from you when you fought with Joel. I guess he never called her his girlfriend. Never told her that he loved her. It’s like Joel turned off his emotions completely when it came to relationships. He’s cold. And that’s what I heard from both you and Tess. She accepted it for a while, but as you know, you can only take so much of being with someone and being lonely before you give up.”

Hearing that made her wonder if she should have felt bad for Tess. Part of her did, the other didn’t. This was the woman that Joel ended up with almost immediately after they got divorced. So for her? It felt like a win, but then again? She knew how hard it was loving Joel. Especially when you got nothing back in return.

“One day, she just picked up and left. Never came back,” Tommy elaborated, his big brown eyes locked on hers. “Joel barely reacted. I thought he would be more bothered over the fact that she left, but he didn’t say much. They fought all the time though. A lot of passion came from Tess, but Joel was muted. Tess was a ball buster. Joel definitely has a type. That’s for sure.”

“I was more of a ball buster when we were younger,” she chuckled at Tommy comparing her to Tess.

“Right. Because my brother made you his bitch,” Tommy blurt out and immediately his hand covered his mouth with a loud slap. Worry flooded his features. He was horrified with what he said. It took a minute for him to gather himself before he slowly lowered his hand. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I swear to God.”

“You’re not wrong,” she implied, knowing that she could have been mad, but she wasn’t going to be. “I just became a mom and a wife after a while. I lost a lot of what made me…me.”

“You were always special, no matter what stage of you that you were,” Tommy tried to make up for what he said, but the damage was kind of done. It wasn’t that she was mad at him, she just knew that he was right and that bit hurt. “Joel I think likes to be dominated. He likes to be told what to do. He’s had to be in control for so long that he just wants someone to…”

“Again, I don’t need to hear this,” she cut Tommy off wondering if he was going back into explaining Joel and Tess’s sex life with her. “Joel was always a very dominant person with me.”

“Maybe when he was younger. After he lost everything, I think he just wanted something…I don’t know,” Tommy seemed confused with how to describe his brother. “He had everything and more with you. I don’t know how he didn’t see that. I know you still love him. I don’t know how he could be so stupid. You just wanted him to fight for you sometimes…”

“Tommy,” she paused his train of thought, her chest hurting when she thought about how she felt for Joel. “Your brother has no interest in me. Even when the children talk about the two of us together, he’s quick to shut them down. He doesn’t love me anymore. Your brother hasn’t loved me for a very long time.”

“I think he cares about you,” Tommy slurred, his eyebrows furrowing when he tried to make light of the situation. “He…” there was a pause where Tommy was clearly trying to think of something to make her feel better. Waiting, she realized that he wasn’t coming up with something and she nodded. “I don’t know, Y/N. Joel is weird.”

“Don’t worry about it Tommy, one day this whole thing will get easier. Just, not yet,” she informed Tommy, moving back up to work on the lights again. There was a strong gust of wind that sent a chill throughout her whole body. The ladder wiggled a bit and she looked down to make sure that Tommy was holding onto it.

“Hey,” Tommy blurt out, his eyes now locking on something in the distance when he hesitated, letting go of one part of the ladder. “Maria is over there. Do you think that I should go ask her out on a date? Like a real one?”

“Of course, just give me…” she started only to see that Tommy was swiftly moving away from her while she was trying to finish with the lights that she was putting up in that specific spot. “Tommy!”

Another strong gust of wind filled the air and she realized she needed to get down. This wasn’t going to work. Trying to move down the steps, she felt the ladder slipping out beneath her and attempted to grab onto anything. It must have been the ice that it was slipping on. Even in her best efforts not to fall, her body fell backwards. The only thing for her to fall back on was hard cement. In Tommy’s haste of being excited to ask out the woman he was interested in, he left her to undoubtedly get injured in her fall.

“Jesus,” she gasped, expecting the ground to break her fall only to be surprised that someone caught her before she did. The sound of the ladder hitting the ground was loud, but thankfully she wasn’t hurt. Her adrenaline had just spiked, her heart hammering inside of her chest from the fear of it all.  

“Not quite,” a deep raspy voice pulled her attention away from the ladder. A breath caught in her throat at the familiar set of hazel eyes staring down at her. The strength of the arms squeezed around her and suddenly she felt more comfortable than she should have. “Fuck, I’m back in town ten minutes and you’re already falling for me?”

“Negan,” she whispered, taking a moment to gaze upon the man that her family was talking about only the night before. His long eyelashes fluttered, a small smile tugging at his handsome features when he gave an arrogant bob of his head. “Why are you here?”

“That’s it? Why am I here?” Negan’s nose wrinkled, the sound of amusement coming from his voice. “No thank you for saving my life? You’re my hero Negan?”

“Thank you for saving my life,” she rolled her eyes which was followed by Negan snorting. Carefully he lowered her back down to her feet, still keeping his hands braced over her shoulders to make sure that she was okay. “Tommy just fucking ran away and the wind knocked me down.”

“You really shouldn’t be the one up there doing that anyways,” Negan grumbled under his breath giving the whole set up a scrutinizing look. “This town was always so eager to get up the best of their decorations that they didn’t care how it got done. Tommy should have been the one going up and down. Not you. It was dangerous as it was.”

Silence followed. Y/N was staring at Negan. It had been an extraordinarily long time since she had seen him. The last day she saw him was likely his graduation. Of course she had seen him on the television, in magazines or at the occasional games that they took the children to, but never up close. It became obvious that she was staring at him and she felt a warmth flooding her cheeks.

“God, I’m sorry. I’m staring,” she apologized trying to force herself to look away when Negan’s smile grew twice the size. Arrogance flooded his handsome features with his dimples becoming more prominent knowing that she was locked in on him. “I just can’t believe you are here. It makes me think that I hit my head and I’m imagining this.”

“So if you were dying, you think I would be the person that you would conjure up to help calm you?” Negan rambled, giving her a wink when she groaned out. That was completely like Negan. Nothing much had changed. He just got older and grew a short beard. “I mean, it’s a good thing to picture right before you die. I think a lot of people would do that too.”

“The ego is still strong in you,” she poked at his chest which drew out a deep rumble of laughter from his throat. Almost instinctively, her hand reached up to press in over the side of Negan’s face feeling the coarse hairs of his beard underneath her fingertips. The last time she saw Negan, he had no facial hair. His face wasn’t nearly as chiseled as it was now. There were no lines in his face. Now he kept himself incredibly groomed whereas in the past he would often let his hair grow to the point of slicking it back out of his eyes. Back then he was a boy. Now? He was a man. And a very good-looking man at that. Time had done well for him. He was cute and charming when they were younger. Now? He was incredibly sexy and made time his bitch. The only thing that remained the same were his very prominent dimples that always charmed her. Just now they took her breath away with every big flashy smile he gave her. “God, you look so different.”

“And you look exactly the same,” he gave her a wink, mimicking her hand movement to brush his thumb in over her jawline. It had a chill flooding through her veins and she gave a weak smile. Maybe this was a poor reaction to seeing this man again for the first time. It was too forward. Blunt. But this was someone that she had been so close to in the past standing right before her again after so many years.

“I’m sorry. I was looking at photos of you yesterday so this is just weird for me,” she lowered her hand from his face seeing the intrigue that flooded into Negan’s features. “I don’t mean that in a weird creepy way. I know it sounds like it is. My daughter and her friends just have the biggest crush on you. And it was weirding Joel out. He mentioned us being good friends with you when we were younger and she didn’t believe him, so he was showing her pictures…”

“Ah, Joel Miller. How is the husband doing?” Negan stammered, dragging his hand away from her, taking a firm step backwards. Getting a good look at Negan now, she realized that he was dressed in mostly black. He was wearing black boots, a black pair of slacks and a long black coat that covered most of his chest. It just revealed a black sweater that he was wearing that had a white undershirt beneath it giving it a slight contrast of color. Pushing his hands into his pockets, Negan’s dimples immediately drew her attention when he smiled.

“Well,” she considered what to say next feeling her throat tensing up. Why wouldn’t she be honest in this moment? Lying to Negan would do nothing for her in the long run. “He’s not my husband anymore. We’ve been divorced for three years and separated for four.”

“Oh,” Negan’s lips parted, his mouth turning into a small o-shape as if he felt bad for saying it like that. The charismatic attitude was soon replaced with empathy and that surprised her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.”

“Why would you? There is no reason for you to apologize,” she refused to have him feel bad for that. Lifting her hand she showed that she was no longer wearing her rings and shrugged her shoulders. What could she really say? She wasn’t about to have a meltdown about it in front of Negan. So instead she tried to blow things off with a joke. “Divorce is the number one killer of marriage.”

“Right,” Negan snorted, his head lowering in amusement. Just the sight of his smile caused her heart to skip a beat. How was it that his dimples were even more attractive now than they were when they were young?

“What about Lucille?” she questioned noticing the way that Negan’s eyebrows bounced up, his Adam’s apple tensing in his throat when he gazed her over. “I know the two of you were married since my daughter knows…a lot about you.”

“She uh…she passed away,” Negan paused, his face tensing up when he reached for something around his neck. Pulling it out from beneath the shirt, Negan stepped forward and she realized that it was a necklace. At the bottom of it were three rings. Immediately she regretted her joke and felt horrible for asking. Mortified would be an understatement. “Cancer. The second leading cause of killing marriages.”

“Jesus Negan,” she felt immediately embarrassed seeing the way he shrugged his shoulders. Now she regretted making a joke. There was some color that flooded into his face and guilt started to eat away at her. “I feel like the biggest fucking asshole in the world right now. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Negan hushed her, lifting his right hand to wave it about. “You didn’t know. I don’t know how much you pay attention to things. I tried keeping my private life, well, private. Fucking tried at least. I was never really very public about my life. So maybe your daughter didn’t even know. And I shouldn’t expect you to know because we haven’t talked in so fucking long. We’re pretty much strangers.”

“Shit,” she felt terrible for everything and just wished the world would swallow her whole right now. “I wish I wouldn’t have said what I did. It’s the first time I’ve seen you in so long and I made an ass of myself. In multiple ways.”

“Fuck, don’t worry about it. I’m just happy that I was walking by just at the right time to catch you,” Negan gave her a wink, and in that moment he noticed that she looked worried. “What is it?”

“You’re hurt. Your knee,” she pointed down and it had an amused expression flooding into Negan’s features. “I probably just hurt you more by having you catch me. I can’t believe…”

“Some knee pain is better than watching someone I knew and cared for smashing their skull against the cement,” Negan stepped forward to place his finger in over her lips to silence her worries. Shaking his head, he gave her a wink before letting out a long sigh. “I’m back in town visiting my mother for the holidays. It’s my second Christmas without Lucille and my mother thought it would be for the best if I came home to see my family for the holidays. And with me being injured, I thought it would be a good idea too. Come home. Rest it out.”

“That makes sense,” she acknowledged, not saying much because she didn’t want to make an ass of herself again. Things felt strange now as she rocked on her feet in front of Negan. All she could focus on was just how good he looked. Suddenly she felt very out of place knowing that she just kind of rolled out of bed this morning. “I guess I should let you get back to what you were doing. I don’t want to keep you tied up all day.”

“Well, I got here early,” Negan stated with a tip of his head, looking beyond them to see the coffee shop that was in the distance. “How about you and I get some coffee together? We can catch up a little bit before I have to head to my mother’s place?”

“I mean,” she looked back at the lights that were kind of just dangling there still. Right now she really didn’t feel like climbing back up that ladder again after almost dying. “Sure, that would be nice. Coffee sounds good.”

“Ma’am,” Negan held his arm out, a small snickering sound fell from his lips when she accepted his arm. It was as if Negan had picked up on the fact that there was a small sheet of ice over the ground and he was trying to help keep her from falling. Again. Once they got to the coffee shop, Negan held the door open for her and she was impressed with the chivalry. The only problem? When Negan entered the coffee shop, the few people that were in there went a little nuts upon seeing them. Immediately people were drawn to him and she understood why. Negan was a celebrity. And not only that, he was a hometown hero celebrity. So she took a step back while people asked for selfies with him and let it happen. Eventually he ordered his coffee and reached for her hand to pull her up beside him. “Go ahead. I’ll pay for this.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she denied at first, not wanting to seem like the kind of person that would take advantage of him. But the glare Negan gave her? She knew that one well. So she gave in. Placed her order and let him go ahead with wanting to buy her one. When the barista came back with their coffees, Negan attempted to pay, but she pushed the drinks forward to them insisting that they were on the house. With that, Negan left what he would have been paying in the tip jar and led Y/N toward the back of the coffee shop where there was a table that was hidden for them to have some privacy. “Wow, that was…”

“Intense. I’m sorry,” Negan shook his head, apologizing over the fact that people interrupted them by asking for photos. It seemed to have embarrassed him that it happened in front of her while they were together.  

It should have been something that he was proud of. Having people look up to him like that? It was a good thing. Not a bad one.

“No, don’t apologize. You worked hard for all of that. Soak it in,” she stated with a firm shake of her head, surprising him that she wasn’t at all upset about the whole thing. “It’s nice just getting to see you Negan. There is no reason for me to be upset. It’s been a long time.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Negan apologized again. It was strange how many times he had already done that since she had first seen him. And there was nothing to keep apologizing for. Stroking his hand across the top of the table, Negan seemed tense until he started speaking up again. “I have to be honest with you Y/N, I’m surprised to see you here. No one wanted to leave this town more than you did. You had dreams of the big city. I remember you wanted to travel the world, photograph it all and you wanted to be a big-time journalist.”

“Yeah, well, life has a way of making you realize that what you want isn’t always what you’re going to get,” she declared which seemed to have Negan biting at his cheek. There was an expression in his eyes that showed he had sympathy for her and she didn’t know if she wanted it. “When I had Elizabeth, the plans kind of changed. I’m just…I’m someone who does data entry at home. I get to work remote and sometimes I have to go into the office, but rarely.”

“And Elizabeth is your daughter?” Negan confirmed having Y/N nod, stroking her fingers over the paper coffee cup that her drink was in. “How old is she again?”

“Seventeen,” Y/N felt old telling Negan that, but her answer made him smile and nod. “I also have a son named Peter. He’s thirteen.”

“Peter,” Negan repeated the name, his smile expanding out over his features. “Elizabeth and Peter. Well, Joel certainly picked out those names, didn’t he?”

“What do you mean?” she half-laughed watching Negan tip his head from side to side considering his next comment.

“Well, I remember growing up what you wanted to name your children if you had any. Elizabeth and Peter were not any of the names that you wanted,” Negan recalled which had her dropping her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. Of all the things that Negan remembered, she didn’t think something like that would be something he kept with him. “What?”

“I just can’t believe you remember those conversations,” she claimed, her heart fluttering a bit that Negan still remembered so much about her. “But yeah. Those were names that Joel picked. It’s suits them though. Joel calls Elizabeth Ellie. He always has. She’s of course getting to the age where she wants to be called…”

Seeing that Negan’s attention was locked on her had her sighing loudly, “You don’t want to hear about this. I’m sorry. I’m just a boring working-class mother. I’m not interesting. At all. I wish I had the life that I wanted when I was younger so I could impress you, but I don’t.”

“Don’t say that,” Negan hushed, reaching out to place his hand in over hers. The warmth of his touch was very much welcomed, even though she didn’t know if she should be taking it or not. “I think you’re very interesting. And I’d love to hear about your children. It’s been a long time. I don’t expect you not to talk about your life to me after this long.”

“It’s just a little embarrassing to basically tell you I got pregnant the year after you graduated,” she suggested feeling the sweep of Negan’s thumb over the back of her hand. “You went out, became this huge celebrity and followed your dreams. I got pregnant at seventeen, had my baby at eighteen and I’ve just been doing my best to keep my head over the water.”

“You’re embarrassed by that?” Negan wondered seeing her shrug and he could tell that it made her uncomfortable. “Being a mother is the hardest job in the world. If you are capable of doing it? I think that’s impressive. So don’t be embarrassed. You’re not going to get me looking down on you. Ever.”

“Thank you,” she cleared her throat knowing that she felt small sitting before the man she used to consider her best friend. “I did call you a few times. Well, a very long time ago. I understand why you didn’t answer. You were busy and…”

“I should have answered,” Negan interrupted her, his thick eyebrows furrowing showing that he was disappointed with himself. “I’m sorry.”

Silence followed, her eyes looking down to see that Negan’s thumb was still caressing over the back of her hand, “I missed you.”

Something changed in Negan’s expression. He lowered his head, his fingers squeezing tighter to hers before he shrugged, “I missed you too.”

“It’s hard going through life without your best friend,” she suggested feeling a bit emotional knowing that she never really understood what happened to have Negan drop her so quickly in the past. Especially after all they had gone through. “I’m so proud of you though. You accomplished everything you wanted to. Rookie of the year? MVP how many times? You’ve done amazing, Negan.”

“And it’s all coming to an end,” Negan frowned, looking down toward his knee knowing that even though he still felt like he was capable of so much more, his body wouldn’t allow for it. Lifting Y/N’s hand up, he pressed a kiss over the back of her hand and gave her a wink. “Thank you though.”

They both went quiet. It got very serious there for a moment and Negan picked up on it when he reached with his free hand to grab his coffee to take a sip, “So what happened with Joel? I remember he got a full ride to college for the football.”

“Oh, he uh. He had to turn it down. His parents died during the summer in an accident. He had the choice of letting Tommy go into foster care or staying to take care of him and he stayed. Then I got pregnant with Elizabeth and it just didn’t work out for him,” she told Negan about their lives knowing that it was nowhere near as interesting as his life. “He just took on his dad’s business and became a contractor. He runs the business and Tommy works for him. I was a stay-at-home mom for a while until I could go to night school at college to get my degree and then my friend from college got me a job that I’ve stayed with until this day. We’re both worried about Elizabeth because she scares the hell out of us. She’s almost the age I was when I got pregnant, but she’s…she’s smarter than me. And safer. And I don’t think she’s dating anyone really. She seems to be attracted to older men, which isn’t good, but, it’s not bad either because then it means that she’s not going to get pregnant like I did and…”

Damn. She was doing it again. She was rambling. But by the look on Negan’s face, it wasn’t upsetting him. In fact, he looked enamored with her. A rush of warmth flooded into her face and she laughed, dropping her head down, “God, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” Negan demanded with a raspy laugh himself. “I don’t mind you talking to me. It’s okay. You don’t have to think you’re talking too much. We’re fitting like, what? Nineteen years of missed time in here. So I don’t mind.”

“I know, you just are the more interesting one and here I am talking your head off,” she chastised herself which had Negan smiling. “You probably have better things to do than listen to me go off about my family and my children.”

“I don’t. And this is better than anything else I had planned,” Negan tried to suggest, squeezing her hand again reminding her all over how he had been holding onto her hand this whole time. But she kind of liked it. “I’ve picked up on the fact that your daughter has good taste. You love your kids and Joel is…an idiot.”

“Why is that?” she was amused to hear Negan say that.

“Because he’s not with you,” he countered quickly which had her feeling a sense of awe over him saying it. “I really thought the two of you would be together forever. Knowing that you’ve been apart for four years? That surprises me.”

“Well, life happens,” she didn’t know what else to say. She wasn’t about to vent to Negan just what it was that had her marriage crumbling down all around her. That wasn’t something he needed her to dump onto his lap as well. “We just became different people.”

“Hmmm…” Negan looked her over before shaking his head. “You seem still very much like you.”

“Minus the fire,” she thought aloud, noticing the way his eyebrow arched.

“Nah, that fire is there. I see it. Maybe it’s just hidden behind a few walls, but it’s there,” he winked hearing her chuckle beneath her breath before shaking her head. “Don’t think so poorly of yourself. You were always one of my favorite people Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Negan goddamn Smith,” a voice boomed, shocking Y/N when she pulled her hand back and away from Negan who made a shocked expression looking to the side. “I thought that was you, you asshole.”

“Tommy fucking Miller,” Negan got up slowly from his seat, walking across to accept a hug from Tommy. “How are you doing brother? It’s been a long time?”

“Not as good as you,” Tommy leaned back, smacking playfully at the side of Negan’s face making him snort. “Look at how much older you look.”

“Hey now, you may have the same face, but you don’t look like the thirteen-year-old I last saw either,” Negan joked, pushing into Tommy’s shoulder. Lifting his hand up, he swirled his fingers into Tommy’s long hair. “Look at you pretty boy. Growing up into a man and everything.”

“I see Y/N found you and snatched you up,” Tommy followed Negan back over to the table, a big smile tugging at his features when he sat in beside Y/N who suddenly felt out of place. “Shit Negan. I can’t believe I’m seeing you. The big-time sport’s star that everyone in this town loves.”

“Well, I am retiring,” Negan reminded Tommy who rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I am!”

“Come on,” Tommy threw his hand up hearing Negan sigh loudly. “You are one tough son of a bitch. I’m supposed to believe that you aren’t going to nut up and just keep going?”

“As you said, I’m getting old dickhead,” Negan winked hearing Tommy burst out into laughter. There was amusement in Y/N’s features and when Negan noticed it, he gave her a big smile. “I was just catching up with Y/N here and she was telling me about the kids.”

“Did she tell you what a saint she is?” Tommy stressed, reaching out to wrap his arm around Y/N to give her a big squeeze. “This girl adopted me at eighteen. Had a baby of her own but took care of fifteen-year-old me to make sure I had a good life at home. She’s an amazing girl. A great mom and she bakes like you would not believe.”

“Oh yeah?” Negan’s interest suddenly was taken. Placing his hand over his chest, Negan made a dramatic expression. “I myself love to cook. So if someone has that same passion? Well, I’m immediately interested in learning more.”

“She’s a magic worker this one. Makes the best sugar cookies I’ve ever had,” Tommy declared with another big smile, squeezing her uncomfortably close to his chest. “I always tell Joel what an idiot he was for letting her slip through his fingers. If it wasn’t creepy, I would have gone for her because she is so special.”

“Okay Tommy. You’re laying it on thick,” she found amusement in the way that Tommy was describing her, but he didn’t care. He just gave her a small nudge with his shoulder before going back to talking with Negan.

Quickly Tommy got to talking to Negan about baseball and Negan answered his questions. Listening to them was amusing. She did actually know what they were talking about since Joel, Elizabeth and Peter all loved baseball. But instead of adding to the conversation, she just sat back and listened. Finding it cute that the two of them were eager to catch up.

After a while, Tommy looked to Y/N noticing that she was just sitting there listening to the two of them, “I reckon I just hijacked your conversation, didn’t I?”

“I’m loving it,” she stated with a small smile hearing Negan snorting and she shrugged. “I was talking too much anyways.”

“Not enough in my opinion,” Negan gave her a wink, his nose wrinkling in amusement. Taking a sip of his coffee, Negan got more comfortable in his seat and bit down on his bottom lip. “I know you know sports just as much as the boys do.”

“Yeah? So? Let Tommy get his time in with you. The boy looked up to you growing up,” she reached out to pat Tommy on the chest having his cheeks flushing over with warmth. “We’re both happy to see you, Negan.”

A vibration pulled her attention away from the two of them. Digging into her pocket, she saw that it was Elizabeth calling her and it made her sigh, “Give me a minute boys. My daughter is calling.”

Getting up from the table, she noticed that Negan’s hazel eyes followed her across the coffee shop as she made her way outside to answer her phone.

“Hey sweetheart,” she leaned back against the brick wall, letting out a long sigh. “Those photos you took looked really nice. It looks like you had fun.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” Elizabeth claimed, her young voice flooding from Y/N’s phone. “The guy they have as Santa this year is from the next town over and he was a lot of fun. I wish you would have been here with us to take the photo.”

“Me too,” Y/N was honest with her daughter. She missed doing those things as a family. It made her feel extraordinarily left out. Rosita had suggested to her in the past that she should also do photos with the children for Christmas, but part of Y/N assumed that Joel would get upset because that was his thing with them. Especially since they used to have fights like that in the beginning of their separation.

“That’s kind of why I’m calling you,” Elizabeth spoke up, taking time to explain to her mother what was on her mind. “Dad decided that we should go to that old village we used to go to when we were younger. You know the one that does the Christmas event with the fireworks? My friends were going to it and I thought it would be cool to go too.”

“Oh, that’s great honey,” Y/N commented feeling a sense of jealousy hearing that. That was another thing they did as a family. The place that Elizabeth was talking about was a place that her, Joel and Negan all worked at when they were younger to make cash on the side. So they were always going to that Christmas event with the children. Although, the last two years of their marriage, Joel had been working late on a project that had him missing it so they hadn’t really gone in over six years. “I’m glad to hear that your dad is taking you. When are you going?”

“Tonight. But, dad spoke to the guy in charge who still remembered him. So he gave dad a bunch of free tickets. We both get to bring a friend,” Elizabeth continued on, “but we have one other ticket and dad said I should call you to ask if you wanted to go.”

“Is that something your dad really wants?” Y/N inquired, surprised to hear that Joel wanted her to be involved with their Christmas activities since the previous years he made sure to leave her out.

“Well he’s the one that suggested it mom,” Elizabeth declared with a sigh and it had Y/N shifting on her feet. “Both Peter and I want you to come. This goes back to the whole being a family again thing. At least, this is the closest we can get to it being like the old days again.”

“You both begged your dad, didn’t you?” Y/N insisted hearing the silence that followed and it made her smile. “That’s a yes.”

“Well he didn’t say no,” Elizabeth pointed out with a dramatic tone. “He’s the one that insisted I call you right now so you can prepare to come with us tonight. Dad will pick you up at five, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N smiled realizing that she wasn’t about to really be given a choice, but ultimately her choice would have been the same. She missed being with her family for Christmas, so it wasn’t like she was going to turn it down. “I’ll be ready to go by five.”

“Perfect,” Elizabeth seemed happy and excited on the other end, which was a good thing in Y/N’s mind. At least her children still wanted to spend time with her and that’s what mattered the most. “We’ll see you then. Make sure you dress warm. It’s supposed to snow tonight.”

“I will,” Y/N assured her daughter having a warmth flood her body knowing that she wouldn’t be alone tonight. The idea of going to this actually made her happy. Too often she got used to being alone, but it didn’t feel good. Now she had something to look forward to in being with her children. “I love you honey.”

“Love you too mom,” Elizabeth got out before they ended their call.

As Y/N was pushing her phone back into her pocket, she saw that Negan was walking out of the coffee shop and once his eyes locked with hers he gave her a big, charming smile.

“Got sick of Tommy?” she teased with Negan stepping before her. Having Negan leaving the coffee shop that quick shocked her. Especially since they wanted to catch up and they really hadn’t done much of it.

“Not at all. There were some people that asked for photos and then the mayor came in,” Negan pointed back toward the coffee shop. Hearing that made Y/N wonder how Tommy responded and she looked to the door to check if Tommy was coming out. “The mayor asked me to go somewhere with him to take some photos, but Tommy is talking to him right now so I figured I would find you before you could run off.”

“Well, you found me,” she gave him a half smile causing Negan’s eyebrow to arch in amusement. Disappointment flooded her veins knowing that someone else was taking Negan away from her being able to catch up with him. “What’s up?”

“I want us to spend more time together than this,” Negan announced pointing toward her pocket where she just put her phone. “I was hoping that maybe you could give me your phone, I’ll put my number in and then in two days you can let me take you to dinner. That way we can actually have time to talk. Just the two of us.”

“That’s something you want to do?” she thought aloud, almost blurting it out. Holding his hand out further, Negan waited for her to give him her phone. Obeying, she placed it in his hand drawing him to smirk. Damn, there were those dimples again. “I’m sure you’re going to be busy. You don’t have to take time for me.”

Working with her phone, Negan put in his number and then sent himself a text so he would have her number on his phone. Holding her phone out to her had Y/N accepting it and Negan cleared his throat, shifting his weight from his heels then toward the tips of his toes.

“I want to take time for you,” Negan informed her, a muscle at the corner of his jaw flexing. Hearing that actually made her happy. “I’m glad that we ran into each other.”

“Technically, I fell into your arms,” she reminded him and it had his deep raspy laughter filling the air.

“You’re not wrong,” Negan agreed, biting down on his bottom lip. Reaching back, he stroked his fingers over his neck and shrugged. “When we have our dinner, don’t be afraid to talk to me this time. I’m still Negan. Not much has changed.”

“So much has changed,” she refused that statement with a shake of her head. Parting his lips, Negan looked like he wanted to say something more, but stopped himself. A single nod from him told her that he wasn’t going to bicker with her about it. “But I will try to relax.”

“Good, because I want to listen to you talk,” Negan clarified how he felt about things, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “We used to stay up all night talking about things. And those are the days that I miss. I’d like to bring a little bit of that back into my life again.”

“I’m sure your life is filled with very interesting people,” she guessed, realizing how small she probably was in comparison to the other people that he knew in his life. It was safe to say that her self-esteem wasn’t the best right now. So selling herself short? That was something she did quite often as of the last few years.

“But none of them are you,” Negan stressed with a nod of his head. Stepping forward, Negan lowered down. Pressing in closer to her, his lips deposited a kiss against her cheek. Closing her eyes tightly, she realized that the gesture lingered. The warmth from Negan radiated against her flesh and it took her breath away. It had been so long since someone had showed her any kind of affection. Backing away slowly, Negan’s eyes gazed over her and she felt her heart skip a beat with how close he actually was to her.

“Negan,” the sound of someone calling out to him broke their attention on one another. Stealing a glance back over his shoulder, Negan feigned a smile when he realized that it was the mayor calling out to him. Looking back to Y/N, Negan felt guilty that he was taking off on her so quickly. Backstepping toward the mayor, Negan hummed to himself and pointed at her. “I’ll pick you up at eight the night we go out. And I’ll send you a text just to remind you. So you don’t forget.”

“I’ll see you then,” she responded with a shallow breath still feeling the sensation of his kiss over her cheek. When Negan left, Y/N watched Tommy push open the door of the coffee shop. He looked panicked as he headed back over toward her. “If it isn’t the man that almost killed me today.”

“I…what?” Tommy was at a loss for words when she folded her arms out in front of her chest. Even though she was happy to see him interacting with Negan like he was previously, she was still irritated with him for taking off on her earlier. While it didn’t end badly, it sure as hell could have. “You almost died?”

“I would have likely ended up in the hospital with brain damage if Negan hadn’t caught me,” she recalled and it had Tommy’s dark eyes growing wide. Her getting hurt wasn’t even a thought for him when he left earlier. “You left when I was on the ladder and it slipped.”

“I didn’t even think,” Tommy swore reaching out to place his hands in over her shoulders to try to comfort her. “I’m so sorry. I just saw Maria and I wanted to talk to her so bad.”

“I hope you at least asked her out? Because then me dying almost feels like a waste if you didn’t,” she huffed and it had the beginning of a smile tugging at Tommy’s features. By the expression over his face she could tell that he was happy which meant he did get that date. “That’s my boy.”

“I’d love to take credit for it,” Tommy moved in beside her to hook his arm around her shoulders, “but she asked me first. I was trying to ask her, but when I ran into her I think she picked up on my nervousness. We’re going to be having dinner tonight.”

“A woman that takes charge. That’s exactly what you need,” she joked with Tommy, reaching out to grab his jaw to give it a playful squeeze. “I’m going with Joel and the kids tonight to that Christmas event at the old historical village we used to work at. So we both need to get those lights up.”

“You’re going out with Joel and the kids tonight?” Tommy seemed shocked to hear that. And really? She didn’t blame him. There had been such a big wedge between her and Joel for so long that them actually spending time together with the children sounded strange. “Maybe Joel is getting his shit together after all.”

“I think the children begged him,” she wasn’t so certain that it was as much Joel wanting her there as much as it was the children irritating him to ask her. “But I’m glad I’m going because it gets lonely at night without the children there. I can only bother Rosita so many times before Siddiq gets sick of me stealing his fiancée.”

“This is a good thing,” Tommy led her back toward where they were last together noticing that the lights were just hanging from the building and he frowned. “You’re gonna make me go up there now, aren’t you?”

“I sure am,” she nodded toward the ladder hearing Tommy groan in response. “But don’t worry, unlike you, I’m not going to run away the second I get sights at something more interesting.”

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[sluttywonwoo]

Skz thot incoming bc I saw u asked oops - seven minutes in heaven with Han who’s secret bf so it goes from kissing to him fingering you with a hand over your mouth in like thirty seconds flat

“thank god the bottle landed on me or i would’ve killed myself.”

you roll your eyes and shove your boyfriend, sending him tumbling into the hamper behind him. he’d been on his knees, unsteady already, but you didn’t mean to push him that hard.

“oi, what was that for?” he grumbles, righting the hamper and himself.

“for being so dramatic.”

“i’m not being dramatic! the bottle was this close to landing on minho and then you’d be in this closet with him for seven minutes.”

“yeah, but we wouldn’t be doing anything, ji. the ‘heaven’ part of seven minutes in heaven isn’t guaranteed.”

“yeah but he’d definitely try something,” jisung mutters.

“oh my god.”

“knowing him! c’mon you know i’m right. have you seen yourself?”

you purse your lips. “do you really want to spend all seven minutes arguing over this or do you want to actually put them to good use?”

jisung sighs and pulls you onto his lap.

“for the record, if everyone knew we were dating, i wouldn’t have to worry so much about one of the other boys trying to get in your pants.”

“first of all, weird way to put it. second of all, you know why they can’t know. and third of all, i thought we agreed not to talk about this anymore.”

“i know, i know. i just-”

“so kiss me.”

he does, cradling the back of your head with his hand. he slips his tongue into your mouth the moment you part your lips in a moan. you want to grind down onto him but it’s hard to through the tight pants you’re both wearing.

jisung had chosen leather out of all things.

sensing your frustration, he snakes his free hand down between your bodies to unbutton your pants. it’s still difficult for him to get his hand down them, considering how big it is, but he manages to wiggle it in so that he’s cupping you over your underwear.

“fuck, you’re wet. what’s all this for?”

“you, duh.”

“well i’d hope so,” he scoffs, “but why?”

“you know i get horny when i drink,” you whine. “and this hair color looks so good on you, and your pants are tight in all the right places-”

“shit, you just got even wetter, i can feel it running down my fingers.”

“touch me, ji,” you plead, trying to grind into his hand.

“i got you, baby. let’s just get these pants down a little… there we go.”

your body slumps against his when he slides two of his fingers inside of you. you feel him chuckle and kiss the top of your head before repositioning you so that your back is against his chest.

“i’m surprised you haven’t already jumped me tonight,” jisung admits. “just knowing how turned on you are right now.”

“i have self-control,” you mumble.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing, but if you think it means something then what does that say about your restraint?” the end of your sentence gets cut off because jisung started to move his fingers to shut you up but you know he gets the gist.

“what was that?” he asks.

“fuck you.”

“you already are.”

“i wish i wasn’t.”

“you know that’s not true. just feel how wet you are for me, baby.”

your head lolls back against his shoulder. “fuck, go faster please.”

“that’s what i thought.”

he speeds up and adds a third finger, making you whimper involuntarily.

“shhh, gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers. “can’t let them know what we’re really doing in here.”

“can’t help it…” you choke out.

jisung’s solution is to hold his other hand over your mouth to muffle the noises you’re making. it’s effective, but it only turns you on even more, and you know jisung can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“how many minutes do you think we have left?” he asks, “maybe three?” you nod against his hand. your guess is about the same. “i’ve made you cum in less time. this should be easy.”

[sissylittlefeather]

Told you I'd come back to my OG series eventually...

A/N: this one goes after Always, Honey and before I Missed You. I still don't have it in me to write the really sad stuff about him leaving and coming back from the army. I'll get there. For now enjoy this fluffy, smutty little romance.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, risky sex lol

As an aside, I did research for this one (you should see my search history) and this is how the internet suggested to do this... so if I had them do it wrong, blame the internet lol I have no personal experience with this one.

Because...

"Somebody get y/n!!! Elvis Presley is on the phone for her!"

You hear Debbie's voice call down the hallway. There's a phone downstairs and someone has sent up word that there's a call for you. Obviously, all of the girls are in a tizzy once they find out who is calling you.

"Elvis Presley? Really?"

"How do you know him?!"

"Is it really him?!"

You try to make your way through the throng of girls that has gathered in the hallway. You've been seeing Elvis for a few months now, but no one really knows about it, except Margie, your roommate. Finally, you make it to the stairs and run down to the lobby and the front desk.

"Someone said there was a call for me?" You ask breathlessly.

"You y/n?"

"Yes."

"Here you go." They hand you the receiver.

"Hello? Elvis?"

"Hey, honey!" His warm southern drawl touches you, even through the phone.

"Hey! What's going on?"

"Meet me at the corner of 4th and Walnut in thirty minutes. I'll pick you up." You agree because even if you had things going on, seeing him is worth cancelling plans, but you don't have anything to do anyway. It's also way too late at night, but you're not worried about being out past curfew if he's involved.

A half hour later, you're standing at the correct corner, waiting for him in a baby blue and white pinstriped dress and cardigan. You're starting to get nervous that he isn't coming when you hear something loud making its way down the street. That's when you see him, perched on top of a brand new, shiny black motorcycle. He pulls up next to you and cuts the engine off.

"You wanna go for a ride, baby?" You've never ridden a motorcycle before, but he looks so delicious in his black pants, white shirt open to the middle of his chest and black hat. There's no way you can say no to him.

"Yes, please." You nod feverishly. Seeing him like this makes you want to ride more than a motorcycle, but you'll settle for the bike. For now.

"Come on, honey." You climb onto the back of the motorcycle and wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your skirt up under yourself tightly.

You ride for a while around town before he heads down a road that you know will take you away from civilization. He starts to move a little faster and you slide closer to him, pressing your body up against his back. You don't think anything of it until he hits a bump. You gasp and try to adjust your grip. In doing so, your hand slides a little further down than you intended and you accidentally grab between his legs. When you do, you're shocked to discover he's sporting a pretty prominent erection.

You feel him tense up and your mouth drops open a little. You move your hand away from him quickly, but it's too late. All he can do is laugh. You squeeze him tighter, purposefully pressing your breasts up against him this time. He gets the hint and takes a side road off of the highway. Eventually, the road leads to an empty clearing that looks out over the city. He pulls up and stops the motorcycle, putting out the center stand.

"So, do you like the bike, baby?" He looks over his shoulder, trying to gauge your reaction. Between the vibration of the motor and what you felt between his legs, your panties are soaked. You answer him breathlessly as he leans back against you.

"Yes..." then you bite his earlobe and move your hands back down to his hardness. You start to move your hand on him, rubbing him through his pants. He lays his head back and moans softly.

"C'mere." He reaches back and pulls you around to straddle him on the bike. Running his hands up under your skirt, he leans in and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth playfully.

He starts to pull your panties down and realizes that he won't be able to get them off in your current position. To solve the problem, he rips them at the seam on each side and yanks them out from under you, tossing them to the side. He brings his hands back to your center and slides two fingers into your wetness.

"Oh, honey, you do like the bike." You moan into his mouth as he moves his fingers in and out of you. You reach down and unbutton his pants, freeing the erection he's had since you first grabbed him. Using your hand, you pump him up and down, sliding his foreskin back and forth. Now, it's his turn to moan and you continue to touch each other like this for a while. Eventually, you slide toward him and let him push into you and fill you up while you straddle him.

"Ohhh fuck, Elvis." You cry out as you grind your hips against his, pushing him deeper and deeper with every thrust. He smiles at the way you always cuss when he's inside you. Your arms are around his neck and you kiss him fully on the mouth. After a good bit of time in this position, he gently pushes your hips back off of him.

"I wanna try somethin'." He whispers in your ear. "Turn around." You obey instructions and stand up, turn around and get back on the bike, with your hands on the handlebars. He hikes your skirt up over you until your whole bottom half is exposed. He sits you back down on top of him, pushing into you deeply. Then, he kicks the motorcycle on. The vibration of the motor is right on your clit and you cry out in pleasure. He stands up a little bit, holding onto your hips and fucking you steadily from behind.

"Oh fucking shit!" You scream as you come hard on top of him. He keeps thrusting, pushing into you from behind over and over. You can tell his climax is coming from the way he pounds into you repeatedly.

"Yeah, baby. Just like that." He says it barely louder than a whisper. You whimper as he keeps fucking you, the bike still running and vibrating against you.

Finally, he slams into you and cries out.

"Yes! Fuck! Y/n yes!" You feel his warmth fill you up and you come again with him, tumbling into your orgasm wildly. After a few seconds, he turns the bike off and leans you back against him, kissing your neck.

"That is, without question, the hottest thing I've ever done." He whispers in your ear.

"Me too." You answer softly. He squeezes your hips one last time before you stand up off of him and the motorcycle, throwing your leg back over to stand up next to him. Your legs are shaking though and he has to steady you with his hands on your hips.

"My panties are ruined. And I'm not sure I can ride back right now." You laugh as your legs continue to shake.

"Here, come with me." He gets off of the bike and leads you to a soft patch of grass. He lays down and gestures for you to lay down with him.

"Let's just be here together for a while and look at the stars." As you lay on the cool grass together, he takes your hand and holds it on his chest.

"Y/n, I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"I think that's because I just fucked you on your motorcycle." You laugh and look over at him. He looks back at you, but his face is serious.

"No, really. I feel things for you that I never thought I would feel." You can't take your eyes away from his, wondering what he might say next.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your heart skips several beats. You've known you loved him for a while now, since the show where he ended up in the back of a cop car, but you never dreamed he would say it or even feel it too.

"No. I know I'm in love with you." You still can't answer him as he looks at you with those piercing blue eyes.

"And not because we just made love on my motorcycle. Because I can't stop thinking about the way your hair falls in your eyes or how you laugh at everything that I say, even when no one else knows I'm being funny. Because you're the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing before I go to sleep. Because it feels like I might suffocate when I can't be with you. Because you're smart and sweet and you have a fire in you that no one could ever put out. Because my heart only feels whole when I'm with you. I love you, y/n. I'm in love with you." He finishes his sentence and watches you nervously as you take in everything that he's saying. He kisses your fingers and you can feel his hand trembling.

"I love you too, Elvis." You want to say more but he rolls over and kisses you before you can. You lay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, before you realize that the sun will be coming up soon.

"We need to head back." You say reluctantly. He kisses you two or three more times before he groans and rolls over to stand up. You take the hand he offers you and walk back to the motorcycle. He climbs on and then helps you get situated behind him. The bike rumbles as he turns it on and begins the journey back to campus, so you can try to sneak into your dorm.

When you get there, the sun is just starting to peek over the horizon. He parks the bike and gets off, throwing his arm around you.

"Can I stay with you?"

"Margie is there."

"I don't care. I just want to keep holding you." You take his hand and lead him up to your dorm room. By the time you lay down in bed, the sun is making its presence known. He doesn't seem to be worried about it though as he wraps himself around you in your bed and falls into a deep sleep.

When Margie sees the two of you snuggled together asleep, she shrugs her shoulders and grabs her toothbrush. There's something kind of undeniable about the two of you and she's not one to mess with anyone's happiness. You must've had a long night. She lets you sleep together and sneaks out of the room.

When the door closes, Elvis wakes up a little bit, throws his arm over you protectively, and goes back to sleep. Not a thing in the world could move him from his happy place beside you in your bed...

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[shirohige-pirates]

A Truly Mythological Christmas

Cisfem!Reader x Marco the Phoenix

Also on Wattpad // Ao3

18+ - this story is going to get steamy in ways not allowed for your holiday Lifetime specials. Swearing, cheating, assassins, intrigue - you know, all that simple small town stuff.

Chapter 12: Twitterpated

“Are you okay?” Sabo questions, tapping your arm lightly while you all ate breakfast.

“Yeah, I’m good, why?” You hum.

“You put jam on your eggs and pepper sauce on your toast.” He says.

“You’re dipping your bacon in your coffee, too.” Ace grumbles as you come out of your drifting thoughts and return to the world of the living.

“What? I’m—ack!” You pull the bacon out of your coffee and survey the damages of your wandering mind. Putting the jam covered egg on the sauced toast you grin and bear it, eating it like an open face sandwich.

“Is that good?” Luffy questions and you shake your head.

“It’s marginally edible, but good,” you admit, taking a heavy gulp of bacon-flavored coffee, grimacing down to your toes. “Good is not the word I’d use.”

“You don’t have to eat it.” Dadan snorts, but you wave it off.

“If it was unbearable I’d cave, promise.” You assure her. “It’s certainly bracing enough to bring me back to reality.”

“Did Marco drug you?” Ace questions and you choke on your jam-egg-sauce-toast. Dadan cackles, pouring you a glass of water so you’re not trying to clear your throat with bacon coffee.

“No!” You wheeze before taking a big drink. “No, he didn’t.”

“Ah, she’s just twitterpated.” Dadan says. “Pay it no mind lad.”

“Twitterpated?” Ace crinkles his nose. “Like that bunny in that old movie you let us watch?”

“Old movie?” You start to say something and then realize it was probably twenty years old when you watched it as a kid.

“Yeah, kid, like that.”

“If I itch your chin will your foot thump?” Luffy questions and you lean your chin toward him. The crummy and greasy mess that constituted his little five-year-old hands was more of a lesson than the eggs, but you wiggle your foot in response to the fingers under your chin. Luffy giggles and it’s worth the whole affair, as far as you’re concerned.

“Any plans today?” Dadan prompts and you shake your head.

“I was thinking about heading out into the backwoods with the boys this morning, unless you had something else in mind?”

“With us?” Ace tilts his head.

“If you didn’t mind, I thought I’d go play in the woods.” You answer evenly. “See if you lot can keep up.”

“Uh oh.” You hear Dadan mutter and the boys all respond differently.

“Keep up?!” Ace huffs, cheeks puffed.

“Aren’t you too old to play?” Sabo questions earnestly.

“Are you faster than Ace and Sabo?” Luffy beams.

“She’s not!” Sabo and Ace answer at the same time.

“Sure am.” You say smugly. You’re going to regret it later, you know you are, but it’ll be nice to run wild in the backwoods for a couple hours.

The mud should be frozen enough now not to cling so bad to your boots, the air would still be cool and crisp, but not so cold that it would hurt your nose and ears. It was the perfect time of year to do something as reckless as playing in the woods after ten years of being in the city.

“I brought my boots.” You say to Dadan. “I’ll take a snail too.”

“Yah-huh.” She murmurs vaguely.

Rolling your eyes you dismiss her concerns. You’re not yet thirty, you can do this.

Three hours later you’re laying in the mud room with the boys on top of you. All three of you are covered in mud, you’re pretty sure you accidentally ate some at one point. Luffy’s still holding the hercules beetle he found, the sleeve of his coat missing, and three of you are breathing hard.

Dadan looks down at you. “Anything broken?” She asks and you shake your head. “What the blazes happened? I heard you caterwaulin’ from before you broke the tree-line.”

“Bear,” you huff, still catching your breath.

“Bird.” Ace adds, a harrowing tone in his voice.

“Beavers.” Sabo nearly cries, a gnawed off stick in his hand.

“Mama Dadan I found a beetle!” Luffy declares, holding up his prize.

“Well I’ll be.” Dadan says and you groan at the pun.

“Bite me.” You growl, laying flat on the floor for another minute while the boys finally manage to pull themselves together and off of you. “That crotchety old bear was, uh, bigger’n I remember.” You admit.

“The bird almost flew off with Luffy.” Ace says, hand still gripping the back of Luffy’s coat.

“I didn’t even know beavers could be mean.” Sabo sighs, finally letting go of his mostly eaten stick.

“What did we learn?” Dadan prompts, starting to help you and the boys clean up enough you can get proper baths before lunch.

“I’m taking the thunder stick next time.” You admit, pulling a clod of mud from inside your coat sleeve, and opening the back door enough to chuck it outside before taking your coat off.

“Luffy is food-shaped.” Ace says.

“Dadan, can we have steel pipes?” Sabo prompts.

“Feyth finds the coolest things!” Luffy declares, carefully setting his beetle in a small box before letting Ace help him out of his coat.

“It started out perfectly fine,” you assert, pulling off a boot and shaking rocks out. “We were racing for the lightning tree, y’know, the big oak that got hit all those years ago.”

“Yeah.”

“And we made it, but the old bear was there. With his - sorry - her babies.” You explain giving Dadan a look. “Which was to say she had both the right of way, and the ire to back it up.

“Yearlings?”

You nod. “They were thick and fat and dumpy, but a little small, I bet she ended up off-season cause of her age. Probably gave birth early spring instead of mid-winter. Gonna be rough this winter, but she’s fattened the whole lot up. Successful old bat.” Having pulled all your outside gear off you sit on the wood bench near the mudroom.

“Don’t you dare say it.” Dadan growls and you laugh.

“Never crossed my mind, ma’am.” You assure her with a shit-eating grin. “Anyway, we got into the trees and started working our way away from ‘em.”

“We ran out of trees.” Ace interjects, and you nod.

“Hit the clearing, but we’d lost the mom and her kids. Figured we’d relax a bit, and sat down, but that was another not-so-good idea, because there was a pinky.”

“Went for Luffy, huh?” Dadan says and you three nod.

“Almost took Ace with him, but fortunately Sabo and I were enough extra weight to rip Luffy’s sleeve free.”

“You were off the ground?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You sigh, waving a hand. “We found the beavers on the way back.”

“They surrounded us!” Sabo cries.

“Steel pipes wouldn’t be a bad idea. These two are already really good at using branches as staves.” You explain to Dadan. “I bet they could tame those woods with a couple metal pipes.”

“Humph.” She nods toward the dining room. “Marco called earlier. If you want to call him back I’ll get the boys started on their bath.”

Nodding, you grab a slop towel and clean up as best you can before you have a seat at the table while Dadan herds the boys upstairs.

You: I’m back, I have a few minutes if you can call.

There’s silence for a moment, and then your phone rings. Marco’s name and number pop up and you answer it.

“Hey.” You greet him, voice maybe a little breathier than you meant, the tone a little higher pitch.

“You have fun, yoi?” He questions, a smile in his tone.

“Uh… yeah, I think so.” Laughing a little nervously you give Marco a shorter version of the summary you gave Dadan.

“Not the luckiest day for the backwoods,” he admits and you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

“No, no, not even a little.” You admit. “But we’re okay, and I mean, it wasn’t any worse’n what we went through back as kids, so, it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s… ah… hells, there is something I meant to ask Dadan but maybe you know.”

“Hm?”

“Who hunts in the backwoods?”

“Huh?”

“I know there’s game trails behind the manor, and south of town is where most of the deer and boar are, that hasn’t changed, right?”

“It hasn’t.”

“Fuckin’ tourists then, maybe.” You bite the words.

“Did someone shoot at you?”

“I think they were going for the pinky.” You admit. “It was one shot, too low, but then we got mixed up with the beavers and I didn’t have a chance to try and sort out what kind of dumbass was trying to bag a pinky.”

“I can check in with my brothers, but I know none of the locals would hunt in the backwoods, and I can’t imagine a tourist heading out without checking in with the local branch, yoi.”

“I’ve met plenty of near useless cosplay hunters, who wouldn’t think to check with local game warden before wandering off into the woods.” You sigh. “Especially in a small town like this.”

“Eh, yeah.” Marco sighs. “I’ll see if one of the boys can hit up the hotels and make sure the front desk sends out some refresher notices.”

“Sorry,” you hum. “I wasn’t trying to make you go grey, fineapple.”

He chuckles. “You’re not the one hunting pinkys, yoi.” He assures you. “How do you feel?”

“Oh gods, like I’m sixty.” You whine even as you laugh and Marco chuckles along with you. “Once the boys are done getting cleaned up I might just move into that tub until dinner.”

“Well, then not today, but maybe starting tomorrow, I was hoping I could convince you to give me a hand at the store.”

“I doubt you actually need the help.” You tease. “But, yes, I wouldn’t mind having an excuse to spend time together. We have plenty of catching up to do.”

“We do.”

“No funny business during business hours, though, Mister store owner.”

“I make minimal promises.” He says honestly, and you can imagine the look on his face.

“Humph. What time do you want me there?”

“Sunrise to sunset if I could only be so greedy, yoi.” He answers immediately. “But if you come down after lunch, it’ll help. Resetting the shelves after the morning crowd can get tedious, and the afternoon slows down until everyone gets off work. The perfect lull to chat while we work.”

“As long as you actually put me to work, sure.” You grin.

“Wouldn’t dare insult a sincere offer to help,” he assures you. “Official uniform’s just a business casual shirt and slacks, but whatever you have will work, yoi. It’s not like you packed with this in mind.”

Laughing, you nod. “That’s fair. I’m sure I have something passable. You, uh…” You can feel your face flush despite everything. “Working late tonight?”

“More like than not, sadly.” He answers. “Busiest season is the next three weeks. It’s one of the reasons I was hoping you wouldn’t mind coming in to help out.”

“Alright.” You agree cheerfully. “I certainly can’t give you grief for working hard.”

Marco laughs. “No, I suppose not. I would like to go on at least one more date while you’re here, yoi.” He admits. “Christmas Eve, if you think you can keep your dance card empty?”

“Even if it were full, I’d have room for you.” You say as evenly as you can. There’s a moment’s silence that’s a bit longer than you expected before Marco replies.

The soft slip of air that’s half sigh half nervous laugh makes you a little sad you can’t see his face right now. “That’s… good.” Marco clears his throat. “I look forward to it, pretty bird.”

“Yeah, me too.” You can feel yourself starting to talk in circles. “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good day.”

“Not as good as tomorrow will be, but I’ll try.”

Hanging up the phone you hide your face in your arms. There’s no one around to see how bad you’re blushing, but you can’t help it. Getting flustered like some teenager at this age wasn’t something you expected.

Getting flustered wasn’t something you thought you did in the first place.

Maybe it was just because of the events earlier. With the boys and the bears and the bird and the beavers. Everything had gotten your heart rate up and that’s all it really was, but you didn’t even believe that for the moment it took you to think it, so there was no use trying to lie to yourself like that.

Dadan wouldn’t have pushed you into anyone while you were here, but you know she was tickled pink to see you and Marco trying. No matter what did or didn’t happen.

The fluster of the phone conversation ebbed away slowly and you sat at the table, tapping your finger against the wood in thought. The only thing that really bothered you from this morning was that shot. Maybe it was just the timing or the adrenaline, and maybe it was just your imagination, but if Luffy’s coat hadn’t ripped…

You shake your head. There was no use dwelling on it. If something as fantastical as a hit man was in Sphinx they would’ve fired more than once. The clearing where you landed was no more protected than you had been up in the air. They would’ve had to been another full hill over if anything else was giving you cover.

And marksmanship to that degree was impossible. If the shot had come from that far away it was probably someone who missed what they were aiming for, and accidentally threaded the shot over to where you were. In all your years in this town it would not be the strangest thing to ever happen.

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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (6)*

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley

Content/Tags: SMUT +18, morally grey main character, one sided non-exclusive relationship, Steven just being the nicest man in the world and the horniest, Consensual Voyeurism (wink wink), fingering, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, cum eating,  PinV, praise kink, dirty talk, jealous talk, too many pet names, hair pulling, biting, Jake being a munch BELIEVERS RISE.

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Wanting to take things slow with Steven, you find your mind going back to Jake, good thing is all in your head, right?

Guess who is back from the dead? YEAH, me bitches! I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, writers block is a bitch, but I needed to deliver this as soon as I could. So, ofc, this has not been edited so I apologize for any errors u might find, ENJOY AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEK!

Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heartbeat faster. It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against your pelvis as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking slowly, taking his time as he did so. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

You just had to answer the phone, didn’t you?

Turns out the café would be back in business two days after your last encounter with Jake. You had gotten the morning shift that week, working through your day with a smile for the customers, preparing and serving them. The ride back was long, or at least that’s how it felt. Lids heavy as you unlock the entrance to the complex, the lift opening to reveal one of your neighbors walking off. All you could think of while at work was to get back to your flat, lay down on your comfy bed and fall asleep for a little. That would’ve been ideal, but as soon as you walked through the door your phone rang. 

It was Steven. His voice chimed from the other side, surely with a smile on his face. You closed the door behind you. 

‘Hi, love, you on your way home?’ Steven asked, you nodded to yourself.

‘Already am. Just got here actually.’ You sighed as you walked past the living room window, dropping your bag on the couch. 

‘Oh really? Yep, just saw you walk by.’ He let out a small laugh, you turn to see him getting closer to his window.

You send him a quick wave before heading to the fridge.

‘Worked early today?’ You ask him, inside the fridge was your beloved wine bottle, you took it and closed the door with your hip.

‘Yeah, actually made it in time, can you believe that?’ You laugh, shaking your head.

‘Hardly.’ You tease, ‘What did Donna say?’

You poured yourself a glass, taking a quick sip from the bottle before placing it down.

‘Well, the only reason I made it in time was because I woke up thinking I was already late. So Donna was very surprised when she saw me walk in thirty minutes early. She even looked worried, I had no clue she could even show any other emotion.’

‘Geez, thirty!? No wonder she did, I would be too, thinking something must have happened.’

Steven laughs on the other end, then he goes quiet for a second. You wait, hoping for him to speak but, there is something about the silence that makes you worry.

‘You still there?’ You ask softly, not wanting to startle him if anything.

A small mhm comes from the other line, you tilt your head to the side, he sounds unsure.

‘Can you go towards the window?’ Steven asked.

‘Sure, just give me a sec.’ You left your glass on the table and walked towards your living room, the curtain was halfway open, allowing some sunlight to peek through. 

You pushed the fabric to the side; it was then you smiled. Across from you was Steven, a smile on his lips as he waved at you once more from his window.

‘Wanted to stop by and say hi at the shop, but you know, Donna.’ He scoffed, his voice sounded slower, with weight to it.

Even from a distance the dark circles around his eyes were darker. ‘You look tired Steven. Have you rested?’

‘I have just not been sleeping too well in the last two days, that’s all.’ You frowned but decided not to push it.

‘Try and rest for a little, it helps me whenever I feel stressed.’ Steven shook his head.

‘Can I tell you something?’ He asks, you nod.

‘Of course.’

‘I know I told you about my punctuality issues, but there’s sort of a reason why.’ Steven sighs, you start to worry. ‘I have these terrible nightmares; they feel almost too real. Sometimes I wake up in pain, perhaps I toss around too much. So, I sort of, try not to go to sleep.’

You feel your chest heavier with his words, the implication that Steven purposely avoided sleeping given his nightmares and the physical strain it put on his body was evident.

‘Have you tried talking with a specialist? Not sleeping for long periods of time can affect you, Steven.’ You see him shake his head.

‘Haven’t. I should though, really should.’ 

‘If it helps, I can research with you, find a good one that can help you.’ You reassure him, trying to let him know you want to help.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looks up, meeting your gaze with sad eyes.

‘I want to, Steven.’

‘I’m sorry for calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Is silly, I know.’ You looked down, a soft smile appeared on your lips.

‘Is not silly, Steven. It’s nice to hear that actually.’ You confessed and looked up.

It was hard to fully make out Steven’s eyes, but you saw him sigh, tilting his head to the side to once again look up at you.

‘It is rather nice, I think, talking to each other like this. Wouldn't you think?’

‘Yeah, but if I’m honest, it also makes me think of a prison visit.’ Your words cause Steven to laugh wholeheartedly.

‘That is also a perspective. But I do have a nice view and can see the whole world. I don't think an inmate can say the same, can they?’

‘Not much of a view Steven, my flat blocks any view.’ You saw him shaking his head.

‘Still a good view, I can see you.’ Steven then seems to turn around for a brief second before he turns to look back at you. ‘I really wonder, what made you like doing this?’

‘Like what?’ You asked and Steven gestures to you and him, then at his surroundings.

‘Watching. What caught your attention?’

It was your turn to sigh. You had not expected Steven to forget about the subject, but you didn’t have an answer in mind, a well thought out explanation in your logic and in your possible irrationality.

‘I can tell you; I could probably lie as well.’ You looked at him with a small smile before you looked down, your fingers reaching for the window, your nails drawing shapes on it. ‘It’s stupid, Steven.’

‘You can tell me.’ He responded immediately; his voice was soft, warm.

‘I’ve lived here for almost a year now. The Green Wall is the only place I feel safe, is what I know, is where my only friends are. I followed the same routine for the past year, over and over again.’ You said, you couldn’t hear Steven on the phone, and neither could you see him as you continued staring down. 

‘Then one night there was this light across my window starting to turn on during midnight. I saw a shadow pace about, then it would stay still for hours as it sat down to read, it was like watching a ghost, except, it made me feel accompanied. So, I no longer saw the ghost as a lonely soul, but as something I could share my late nights with even if the ghost was not aware.’

Ten seconds passed in silence after you spoke, you feared looking up, not knowing if Steven was even standing there anymore.

‘You thought of me as a ghost?’ Steven asked with genuine curiosity. You laugh.

‘That’s your big takeaway?’ You looked up, finding him leaning his forehead on the window, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

‘One of them. When I saw you at the gift shop, it wasn’t the first time. I knew you looked familiar when you approached to talk to me, but it wasn’t until the next day that it dawned on me. I had seen you all the time on the bus, glance your way more than once, my eyes always following the same path towards you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.’

You felt breathless, his words careful and sincere. Then he looks at you, his hand on the window, you feel your chest heavy. 

‘I wish I knew what you saw.’ He says with a quick laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm.

‘You could.’ You say immediately as you see him tilt his head.

‘Watch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.’ He sounds worried.

‘You won’t, I will admit that it makes me curious to know what it is like to be on the other end. If you don’t feel uncomfortable then it’s okay. You asked what got me to do it in the first place, I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

‘That sounds easier than it probably is.’ He nervously laughs, and you shake your head.

This man was surprising you, the way he doesn’t even bat an eye does make you wonder what he might truly hide behind those doe eyes of his.

The door shut slowly behind Steven; his body heavy as he moved through the clutter of his flat.  He flipped the kitchen switch; light quickly illuminated his space and sighed. He had forgotten to clean the dishes before he left, having already been too late to even do so. He could clean them in the morning, he thought. Right now, what he needed was to lay down, just for a minute or two. Water droplet created a path as the man walked around, tossing his jacket on a chair without care. He dropped his bag on the table, bringing his right hand to his face and dragging it down as he rolled his eyes.

Rain had caught up to him on his way to the bus stop, leaving him all drenched on his way home. It was so late already, the cold of the night sure to do its job if he didn’t shower before bed.

His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead as he removed his shirt. His left hand quickly ran through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. Then he let his hands drop without care, hitting his thighs from weight with a thud. 

It had been a long day, Donna had forced him to work an extra shift given the fact he had shown up late once again. Of course his once in a lifetime trick of showing up early didn’t work this time. His sleep schedule had already been a mess, but he had surprisingly woken up only to find himself having the biggest headache of his life, the pain not even allowing him to focus through the day. 

He knew his body craved his bed and a soft pillow under his head, but he knew better. Even the thought of falling asleep made his body go rigid, his muscles ached.

Steven made his way towards his couch, dropping himself on the cushions, he took off his shoes and socks. The hardwood floor was cold on his skin, making him shiver. He was about to rest on the couch when in the corner of his eye a light flicker. He looked towards it and realized it was coming from your flat.

He stood there, your blinds were drawn, so it allowed him to see inside your flat, so he stood in the middle of his flat watching as you walked by. His heart jumped, a quick rising as he then saw you return back into view, your back facing him as you seem to head to your kitchen.

It was then he remembered your voice from two days ago, ‘I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

Steven barely realized what he was doing when he had already made his way back to the kitchen and killed the light. The flat was dark now, the only light coming from the window thanks to the moonlight. He slowly walked closer to this one, creeping in the dark of his own home, slow quiet steps as if you were to hear them.

When he was closed enough, he saw you as you drank a glass of what looked to be wine, a very full glass. He frowned, he caught his hand trying to reach for his phone, but quickly stopped. Of course he could call you, ask how you were doing, hear your voice, but he wanted to see if he could know what was wrong just by his own means.

You had told him you had watched him during his many sleepless nights, having accompanied him even during his worst nights unbeknownst to you. You had found comfort through that, maybe he could do the same. Perhaps he would understand you, he wanted to understand, seek for that same comfort you found in him.

But as he continued to watch, he felt his heart pumping loudly. You had disappeared for a minute before you returned, seemingly in different clothes, you were wearing a tank top with what he could make out to be shorts. Steven gulped as he watched you take one more sip of the wine, making your way towards your window. 

He felt his heart race, have you noticed him standing there? No, there was no way, it was too dark. Oh no, your flat was higher than his, you could see far more into his flat then he could yours. He had already failed at his poor attempt.

But you sat down by the window, grabbing a book and opening it. Steven was stunned, had you not caught him?

Steven watched you, leaning himself against one of the supports that were around his flat. He crossed his arms as he rubbed his chin, his eyes taking in his view. You sat with both your legs on the loveseat, one leg closer to your chest. Your eyes running through the words in the book, one hand still holding the glass as you tilted your head to the side.

You seemed relaxed, he noticed. He subconsciously smiled at this, his heart calming down at the sight of you enjoying yourself. Then, he found his eyes traveling from your face, back to that glass, to your hand holding the book. They looked soft, they were, he remembered.

He gulped again, his heartbeat deciding to pick up again, your legs looked so soft. He could almost feel his fingers squeezing them. Steven then remembers your voice as he pushed his fingers inside you, how sweet it sounded, how breathless you were as you clung to him. How soft and perfect your breast felt on his hands, how fucking much he wanted to touch them again. How pretty you looked as you brushed his hair, how tender you were as you kissed him.

Before he realized, he was already hard. He tried to push the thoughts away, he blames his headache for even thinking of you while in such an inappropriate time. You take another sip of the wine and immediately remembers your lips around his cock.

“Bloody hell.” He lets out, closing his eyes, his head falling back against the wood. “The hell is wrong with you?”

His thoughts betray him once more as he sees you stare up at him through your lashes and he groans. Hitting his head against the wood purposely this time. Steven shakes his head, he didn’t understand why his mind decided to show you in such a way. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, he simply didn’t know why it had decided to show him that part of you.

This was supposed to be him trying to understand you, not him getting hot and heavy at the sight of you just doing something so mundane.

He would need to relieve himself tonight, of course, in the privacy of his shower.

Ring.

His eyes opened wide.

Steven fished around his pockets until he found his phone, the screen lit up, your name was displayed.

‘Incoming Call: Dove 🕊️’

Steven stares at the screen, then looks back towards the windows, there you were with your phone by your ear, waiting for Steven to answer you. He looked back again at his phone, his finger just hoovering the answer icon. You were reaching out to him, wanting something, yet, Steven just had to let his mind wander too far from sanity, his thoughts flashing more of those images of you on your bed. He couldn’t do it, talk to you and pretend everything was alright. 

“Just got to wait it out, that’s it.” He says to himself, before he lets the call reach his voicemail.

You stared at your phone; you had tried calling Steven 30 minutes ago, but it sent you to voicemail. There was no light on in his flat, so perhaps he was still at the Museum, or on his way home. Yeah, it had to be that. A sigh escapes you as you glance at your glass, you drink every drop in one go before you stand up from the couch.  Today had not been a good day at work, some group of older women decided to pay a visit right before closing, only to ask for things you could not make or even sell, then proceeded to ask for them again but talk to you like you were some sort of idiot. Since they could not have things go their way, they started being absolute cunts, a nightmare. You were grateful Rose had not given a fuck and straight up kicked them out, you knew if the incident were to be brought up to the owner's attention, they would understand, which is why you were thankful for your job.

You walked back to the kitchen where the wine bottle stood, there was still some in it, but not for a full glass. You brought the bottle to your lips and drank it. Your muscles were tight around your shoulders, the alcohol not yet doing the trick. Soft droplets started to fall, bringing your attention to the window. The rain was calming down, you were glad you remembered to bring your umbrella to work this time.

It was then you remembered last time, how it had been Jake who swept in and drove you home. Truthfully, as much as you wanted to pretend you had entirely forgotten about Jake, you couldn’t. Sometimes, on those sleepless nights, your mind would think of your night with Steven, but it would be Jake instead. You felt guilty, the sexual frustration ate at you slowly, but you also couldn’t sleep with Steven knowing damn well you would think of Jake. 

You sighed. There was a store not too far from your flat you could walk to, restocking a brand new bottle of wine sounded like the perfect thing to do, well, maybe two bottles. And while you are at it, use the time to cool your head. Yeah, that was a nice plan. 

Quickly you walked to your room, looking through your wardrobe for a jacket until you found one. 

Before you knew it, you were already one block away from the store. Your umbrella in one hand as the other was in your pocket, keeping it warm. The rain was softer now, yet the cold was unforgiving as you felt your jaw tense. You had opted to still go out with your shorts, tank top, and only your jacket to keep you warm, deeming the trip to be a quick one. When you left your flat you had gotten a text from Steven, telling you he had been in the shower and was gonna try to go to bed. You even had the impulse to ask for a pic, of course, you didn’t. 

You groaned, something felt like you were about to start your period thanks to how ‘needy’ you were feeling. Or so you wanted to believe. 

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on your back pocket, you reached for it and looked at the screen. 

Unknown. Hesitating for a couple of seconds, you then tap the answer icon, bringing your phone to your ear.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Oh, so it is you.’ You feel your blood run cold, stopping in your tracks. ‘I thought you had given me the wrong number, well you sort of did, one of the numbers was wrong.’

Jake’s voice was deep, raspier than you remember. Your heart started beating like crazy, your grip on the phone tightened.

‘I did?’ You say softly, blinking as you try continuing your walk.

‘Sure did. Your fours looked like nines.’ He says a little annoyed, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

‘Sorry about that, I was in a hurry when I did that, remember?’ You dig, getting a scoff from Jake in return.

‘How could I forget, I was called a dick for it.’ Maybe it was the wine in your system, the late night air, or hearing Jake’s voice so close to your ear that got you feeling ballsy.

‘Aww, never been told that before? Was I your first?’ To your tease, Jake laughs, just a deep-dark laugh, your bones shake as you try walking some more.

‘Been called worst sweetheart, and I sure as hell can take your worst.’ 

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. If I remember correctly, I gave you my number once you knew how to act like a grown up.’ You could see the store now, but you stopped dead in your tracks.

There you saw the back of a white limousine with ‘SPKTR’ as the plate, one you knew too well by now. On the right side of this one, you saw a man with an Flat hat, and soft dark curls. Jake was standing with his right side facing you, smoking outside the store.

‘Only children apologize through the phone. I wanna see you.’ You could hear his voice faintly. 

He hadn’t seen you, all you had to do was to just turn around and walk away. But you stalled for too long, keeping yourself so quiet it seemed to worry Jake. He drops his cigarette, and looks at his phone, making sure the call was still going. But you tap the screen and end the call, this seems to confuse Jake, he furrowed his brows.

“I guess there is not a better time than the present.” Your voice surprises Jake, his eyes wide in alert, quickly relaxing once he sees you next to him.

“Gotta put a bell on ya’.” He says as he looks at you, really taking you in. His eyes going further down, he raises an eyebrow, not too happy to see your outfit. “You trying to catch a cold or something? What are you doing out this late?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you? My father? I came to buy some wine.”

Jake scoffs, clicking his tongue.

“Long day, huh? Hop in, I’ll get the bottle for ya.” He reaches the car door, opening this one. He gestures for you to get in.

“I can get it myself, Jake.” You tried telling him but he was already walking into the shop.

“Red or White?” He stopped to look at you and ask, you sighed.

“Both.”

After a couple of minutes of waiting inside the car, the door finally opened. Jake got in and placed the wine bottles between you and him, shutting the door. You had already started the car, allowing for this one to heat on.

“Thanks, how much was it?”

“None of that, take them as part of my apology.” You look away and out the window. Jake put on his seatbelt, then he cleared his throat. “Gonna say what got you so stressed out?”

“Old ladies who wanted things their way. Too many demands that were impossible to meet.” At the memory you sighed, closing your eyes. 

“Want to head home?” His voice was hard to decipher, you turn to look at him. 

Strong nose, clean shave, thick full lips. His eyes were looking straight ahead, the cap casting shadows on them.

“Are you free right now?” Your question makes him look at you, brown eyes even darker.

“Got an opening just for you.” He grins, you roll your eyes. “Where do you want to go? Your wish is my command, sugar.”

You looked away from him, staring at the windshield. The rain hadn’t stopped, nor did it seem it would any time soon.

“Can you drive us around?” Your voice came out softly. 

“Sure can.” Jake shifts the gear and the car starts moving.

The two of you drive in silence for almost 15 minutes, you steal a couple of glances every so often. His features looked rougher than those of Steven, your eyes then fell on his hands; concealed under his leather gloves.

You imagined how the material would feel on your skin. The texture would probably be soft from all the use.

It was then you reached for one of the bottles, grabbing it blindly from the paper bag. Suddenly Jake reached into his jacket, pulling out something and handing it to you. You grabbed it confused, it was a swiss army knife.

“Don’t think you can open that with your mouth.” He says plainly and you laugh.

“You would be surprised.” You tease and quickly find the wine opener amongst the many gadgets. “Where exactly are we driving? Or is it just a mindless route?”

Jake clears his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. “Have anywhere in specific?”

“No, just wondering.” Pop. The cork popped, you quickly took a swing from the bottle.

The bittersweetness of the wine immediately hits your system, a sigh of relief leaves you.

“It’s not just those old ladies that have you like this, is it?” Jake asks, you let the bottle rest by your thigh.

“Good observation, Lockley. But you don’t want to hear about it.” You take another sip.

“Sugar, I could have you talk my ear off all night.” The pet name didn’t go unnoticed.

Once more, you let the bottle rest on your thigh, but this time, you turn to face him. Eying his side profile as he drove, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was enjoying this, more like he was enjoying messing with you. He was getting too comfortable, acting like things were good once again.

“I’ve been debating whether or not I should sleep with Steven again.” The car almost makes a full stop. He tenses at your words. “What? Thought I could talk your ear off.”

Jake pulls over, you feel your blood pumping fast as the car comes to a full stop. There he sits in silence, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel, he finally sighs.

“What do you want me to do?” The question confuses you. His voice came out deep, raspier. “Want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness? Say the word and I will. I know what you think. That Steven is all sweet and nice, a perfect little boy. You wanna bring him home to mama? Go ahead. But we both know he can’t give you what I can.”

His sudden outburst surprises you, not once did he look you in the eye. Your eyes widen, breath catching on your throat.

“And what exactly is it that you can give me?” You tried to look unaffected, but the liquor was already making your body buzz, warming your skin. 

Jake turns to look at you, eyes blow out as his lids are heavy.

“Hop in the back and I’ll show ya’.” His words are laced with lust, you feel your body respond to the insinuation, your falls pulsing with an unspoken promise.

You stare at him, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips, creating a path. “What if I don’t?” 

“Tell me to fuck off and I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Unconsciously, you lick your lips, attracting all of his attention to them. 

“Is this the other part of your apology?” You tease, causing him to chuckle.

“If you want it to be, it will make a hell of an apology that’s for sure.” He responded.

You take a deep breath. It wasn’t like you and Steven were together, there was never a talk about being exclusive, if anything you and Steven were becoming friends who started under different circumstances. You simply wanted to lay off some steam, all you had been thinking for the past week had been Jake and Steven.

“Better make it worth it then, Lockley.” At that Jake wolfishly grins, turning the engine off.

“Mejor de lo que esperas, ya verás.” He opens his door; you quickly place the wine bottle on a cup holder before opening your door as well. (Better than what you expect, you'll see.)

You quickly get out, soft rain falls on you as you walk towards the back of the limo, it was already getting late, the street was dead at this point. You open the door and step in, sitting down on the comfy seat. Jake closed the door behind him, quickly turning around, his right hand coming towards you as his lips clashed against yours. Immediately the kiss was returned with the same passion, your hands coming to pull the hat off and dropping it on the floor of the limo. Your hands found his hair, gripping it between your fingers as you let out a moan.

Jake pulls away, looking at you. “I’m gonna eat you up, sugar.” His voice came out hoarse. He starts kissing you again, but begins to kiss your jaw, slowly kissing your neck biting at the flesh.

“Got tired of sweetheart? Or simply wanted to try something new?” You say breathlessly. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Can’t a man say things as he sees them? You are addictive, I already can’t get enough of you.” Jake pulls down the zipper of your jacket, tearing it off you.

One of his hands takes claim at the back of your neck, the other on your waist. Quickly, Jake pulls you towards his lap making you straddle him. He bites at your collarbone, the hand on your waist squeezes the flesh there, before sneaking below the hem of your shirt. The leather was cold against your skin, but soft.

You pull on his hair, a breathy whine leaves your lips when he bites you one more time. His other hand squeezes your ass before he smacks it, making you jump.

“What sweetheart? You want gentle? Wrong fucking address baby.”

With his two hands, he grips your hips, pushing you down. It’s then you feel him, hard as he makes you grind against him. He pulls away, resting against the seat as he looks between the two of you. You moan at the friction, breath hitching.

“Jake.” His name leaves your lips, he grins proudly at you. 

“Come on, move those hips a little. Show me just how much you need me.” He shifts his hips up, making you hold back a moan. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat you out, just like you deserved.”

You start grinding against him, moving your hips in slow motions as Jake continues to guide your hips. His jaw tenses, with heavy lids he watches you move, a wicked smile on his lips as he does.

He rubs circles on your hip bone with his thumbs, applying small pressure that is almost uncomfortable. Your hands find his jacket, gripping it tightly as you start feeling your body growing hot, heart quickening as your wall flutters against nothing. Your head falls back, trying to grind faster against Jake groin, you are so close you can almost feel heaven, but he stops you from doing so.

“Someone’s needy.” He says, his voice so deep you shake. Jake stops your movements all together.

“Jake please!” You whine. “Please, I’m so close.” You grab his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Please.”

“Fuck, never knew I would like to hear you beg this badly.” Suddenly, Jake hugs you, bringing the two of you to the floor of the limo, laying you down slowly.

He pulls away and sits on his heels. Jake tears his jacket off, revealing a white button up shirt underneath. He then grabs his black tie, losing it before pulling it off with both hands with little care. He unbuttons the sleeves of the shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows taking his time as he looks at you, eyes traveling down your figure.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You spat, eyes his body just the same. 

Jake tilts his head to the side with a shrug.

“Just trying to enjoy the view, is not everyday I get to see you like this, do I?”

You roll your eyes, laughing. 

“Never knew this was the only way to make you talk this much.” You tease, but are quickly silenced when Jake’s gloved hands make their way to the elastic of your shorts.

You lift your hips, letting him pull them off you leaving you in only your panties. When they were off, he whistled, running his gloved hands up your things, squeezing the flesh as he went. His eyes were heavy, a glint of something on them as he admired your thighs. You watched him lick his lips, the wetness it left on them making you squeeze your legs. 

Jake then seems to look beyond you, gaze lost for a second. He seems to space out, the subtle change making you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“You alright?” You ask but the question didn’t seem to reach him. You tried sitting down, your hands going up to his forearms and massaging the skin.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Jake opened his eyes. His eyes made your body tense, he frowned deeply and his jaw tightened before he crashed your lips hard, the motion making you yelp. He pushed you back on the floor of the limo, the kiss becoming more heated, his grip on you possessive.

“Time’s runnin’ out.” He groans, his hands take your knees, spreading them apart to position himself between you. He starts to lower himself, getting closer to your pelvis.

Jake pushes your panties to the side, immediately going in and licking your clit. You moan, one of your hands flying to his head, grabbing a hand full of his curls. Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, the windshields are foggy as the two of you are surrounded by your breaths, your eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heart beat faster. 

It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against you as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking quick little circles. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm start again. 

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away from his forehead. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks. 

“You taste like heaven, my pretty little angel.” He places one more kiss. “So fucking wet, all of this for me.”

He pulls away and sits on his heels, hands going to his belt to undo it. He gets his jeans unbutton, pulling his zipper down. Jake hovers over you, leaning on one forearm as you hear him pulling himself from his briefs. 

“Open your legs wider, sugar.” You do as he says, feeling the head of his cock brush against your clit, making your body jolt.

His hand grips your thigh, bringing it to wrap against his back. Jake kisses your lips as he pushes himself in you, the stretch making you grip his shoulders tightly. You gasp against his lips.

“Jake, fuck.” You shut your eyes as your head falls back, Jake’s nose brushes your ear.

“I’m gonna need you to work with me. I’m on the clock, next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” The promise of a next time makes your walls flutter, making Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you like the sound of that? I’ll fuck you nice and good, make you forget all about Steven with my cock sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You moan as you feel his cock pulsate inside you. His pace is starting to speed up. 

“Why not? Afraid I’m right?” He thrust hard at that, the hand on your thigh squeezing hard. “Sweetheart, fuck him as much as you want. We both know you’ll come begging for me when I’m done with you.” His thrusts are faster, deeper and harsher. You can feel the limo start to shake at the same rhythm. He starts hitting the spot that makes your body tingle, your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm start to build up. 

Your hand flies to his hair, fisting the strands between your fingers as your breath hitches, mouth open wide as you pull Jake’s hair. He thrust faster, the limo shaking as he did, the motion making him go deeper as you feel your walls tighten around him. The sound of skin hitting skin, jagged breaths, moans and whines filled the vehicle. You arched your back, eyes shut tight as you pull even harder on Jake’s hair.

“I’m coming.” Your voice comes out hoarse, throat dry from all the breathing. “Jake.”

“Hazlo.” He says against your ear. “You deserve it, you take me so fucking well. Me vuelves loco, muñeca.” (Do it. You drive me crazy, doll.)

You feel your lower stomach tighten before you feel your high hit you. Your body tensed, shaking from the stimulation as you came around Jake’s cock, screaming his name breathlessly. While you felt it pulsating, Jake’s pace became messy trying to work with your fucked out state.

“Perfecto, justo así.” Jake’s face comes into view, one of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, making you look straight into his eyes, his mouth is now a thin line as he frowns in pure pleasure, a moan comes from the back of his throat. “Mira qué maravilla, tan perfecta. Estas hecha para mí.” (Perfect, just like that. Look how wonderful, so perfect. You are made for me.)

Then he pulls out quickly making you moan at the sudden emptiness. You remove your grip from Jake, allowing him to sit on his heels once more. It’s then you see him pump his cock at a fast pace, eyes not leaving yours as he comes, his spend landing on your belly.

His frame shakes slightly, body slouching forward as he takes deep breaths, both of his palms on either side of your waist. His curls flow down, you bring your hand towards them, pushing them aside, you can feel the sweat at the root of his scalp. When you do that, he looks up at you, his features slightly softer and you feel your chest tighten.

He looked just like Steven for a brief second, for a second you thought your mind was trying to play a mean little joke with you. You tried seating down as Jake pulled away from your touch, putting his cock back inside his briefs and started to zip down his jeans.

“How was that for an apology?” He teases, buckling his belt.

“Not bad, but you do need to stop bringing Steven into things.” You reach for your shorts and put them on. 

“You started it, I just went along.” Jake fixes his curls, pushing his hair back before putting his cap on. You look at him, ready to defend yourself, but you stare instead. 

With only his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up, his black gloves, cap and black tie undone makes you want to burn the image into your brain. Store it for another of your restless nights.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor and opening the door. “Vamos, que te tengo que llevar a casa, muñeca.” (Come on, got to take you home, doll.)

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[jadedxhearts]

2022 Law Birthday Event / Kinktober

Request no 7.

Originally posted in October 2022

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

The bedroom the two of you shared on the submarine was filled with the noises of your whines, Law’s grunting, and the wet slapping noises of him fucking into you.

He’d been torturing you for hours, promising that if you didn’t cum for a good thirty minutes, as you kept his cock warm in your cunt for the first half and then as he slammed in and out of you for the second, he’d reward you.

Except you weren’t sure if he really was going to reward you. You were already feeling dizzy, and he hadn’t said anything related to what you’d really been asking for lately. The most recent one (and honestly, the one you wanted most) was for him to breed you. But you doubted he’d do it, as when you’d informed him of the desire he’d looked repulsed and said he wasn’t ready for any of that stuff.

But you had a little hope, as he looked into your eyes and smirked. “You’ve been so good, y/n-ya. Just as I promised, I’ll give you what you want now, okay?”

“Mmm, yes Law, please, I’ve been such a good girl,” you begged.

“Then cum for me,” he demanded, thrusting his slickened cock into your sore cunt harder, throwing you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as you came around him, fingers gripping at the sheets underneath you.

But Law never stopped, not even to allow you to catch up on your breathing. He kept fucking you harder and faster, gripping the flesh of your hips tighter.

“Think you can keep going? I think I was too easy on you, hm? You need more of a challenge,” he said without faltering his movements.

“N-no, Law, please!”

But his left hand moved to gently cup your mouth, shushing you.

“Sorry, but I wanna see how far I can push you. I know you can do it, you’ve been a good slut already,” he told you.

And then you came again. Although it was probably dirty and shameful to others, you loved it when Law called you his slut or whore.

“Aw, good girl. Let’s see how many more times you can cum on my cock.”

You moaned louder as he kept going, this time moving his hand away from your mouth to rub your clit with his thumb. The new sensation was sending you over again, cumming once more while clenching on his cock.

“That’s three. Such a good whore for your Captain.”

“Mmh, Law! Too much!”

But he kept going. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure how he hadn’t cum yet. Maybe it was his desire to reward you that made him hold off.

By now, you were fucked out and a drooling mess with tears running down your face. Every little movement within your cunt was becoming enough to make you cum over and over again. You were certain you’d start squirting if he kept going on like this.

“Good girl,” he praised, “taking my cock over and over like the filthy slut you are, y/n. Can you cum again? One more and I’ll give you your reward.”

“Yes, please Law!” You cried, hands flying to his forearms where you held onto him, another orgasm finding you.

As you came for the fourth time, you felt Law beginning to shake, his thrusting stuttering. He was going to cum.

“Since you’ve been such a good whore, I’ll breed you, okay?”

You cried out at his words, nodding and moving your arms to hug him close.

“Oh, yes, Law, please please fill my cunt with your cum, please breed me-“

“Yeah? That’s what you want, slut? For me to cum so deep within your womb that you get knocked up, huh? So full of my cum that you’re guaranteed to get pregnant?”

You simply nodded, unable to form anymore words.

Law grabbed your legs, pushing them up and folding them into a mating press, so that his aching cock could reach even deeper within you. You screamed and whined as he continued his thrusting, fucking so deeply into you as he unloaded his seed into you, filling you to the brim.

Law slammed himself fully inside as he finished, not wanting a drop of cum to slide out of you. As he did so, he released your legs and collapsed onto you, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

You laid there, feeling many emotions. You were in awe at the fact he’d actually gone through with it, but so tired from how overstimulated you were. But all at the same time you felt brain-dead with how overfucked and filled you were.

You wanted to say something, somehow thank the man you loved so much for giving you what you wanted. But all you could manage was a simple, out of breath “I love you.”

“…love you too, y/n-ya.”

[jamiesfootball]

jamie gets the biggest oldest grumpiest rescue cat that has possibly ever graced the face of planet earth. three weeks later, roy ends up with a tiny, scrappy little shit of a kitten who keeps showing up at his front door and begging for scraps.

Oh no. My hand slipped.

The way Roy saw it he had two choices. He could have a long, difficult, tear-filled conversation with Phoebe about how some people were pieces of shit who never deserved to own a pet in the first place, or he could get the damn kitten into the house before the snowstorm rolled in.

"She had a collar," Roy defended himself for what must be the tenth time since he called Jamie for help. "I assumed she had a home."

"But she's so tiny," Jamie repeated for the millionth time since he'd arrived. "I don't think they're supposed to be out when they're this tiny."

Phoebe braced her mittened hands against Roy's shoulders. "Jamie, can you reach her yet? I'll crawl under there if you can't reach her."

"Absolutely not," said Roy. "I can pull him out if he gets stuck. If you get stuck, I'll have you and a cat to pry out."

Jamie, to his credit, had wasted no time in rushing over to Roy's. Phoebe barely had a chance to explain the situation before the only cat owner Roy knew dropped to the icy ground. Without making a fuss about the snow or the cobwebs or the cramped space, he'd squeezed himself under Roy's patio and started in with the cooing noises.

That was thirty minutes ago and the cooing noises had long run dry. If Roy's hands were cold, Jamie's must be freezing.

Jamie's trainers dug into the snow, kicking up a thin layer as he pushed himself further into the dark. "It's alright, Phoebe. I think I can reach her if she just comes a little closer. Psspsspss."

"Try shaking the tuna can," said Roy.

"What the fuck you think I've been doing down here?"

For once Phoebe didn't tab them for the swearing. Roy wrapped his arm around her, letting her shaking body leech whatever warmth he had left.

"Ooh! Here she comes!" Jamie whisper-yelled. Then, "Phoebe love, would you mind grabbing us a towel?"

Phoebe ran inside the house faster than Roy'd ever clocked her during training. Roy waited for her braids to disappear around the corner before asking, "There something wrong?"

A beat of quiet. "Bit of the ear's torn up. Hard to tell with the fur, but it's crumpled and she's not moving right."

Guilt slipped hot into his stomach. Stupid posh neighbors. He should've called someone when he'd spotted the little beast prowling around his bushes three weeks ago. Phoebe had begged him to try to catch it, and he'd been too distracted by visions of his sister killing him if his niece came home with a kitten to wonder what something that small was doing out in the winter in the first place.

Phoebe wore him down until he agreed that they could leave some food out. Then he had to take her to the store to buy canned tuna. By the time they returned, the kitten was gone and Phoebe, pouting, insisted they leave a can outside just in case.

Since then he'd been woken up no less than three times by sharp little cries outside his window.

If each time he forced his stiff body to get out of bed, limp outside, and put out a fresh can of tuna, then that was between him and the cat.

The way Roy saw it he had two choices. Him and his dodgy knee could call for help to rescue the cat from under the porch, or Roy could hate himself forever.

He'd never actually seen the little nuisance up close until Jamie wriggled her free.

"Oh," Jamie croaked. It was a small, soft noise, completely unintentional in its hurt.

Roy's heart made the same noise.

She really was just a tiny thing, hardly bigger than Roy's hand and trying her best to curl into a ball of nothing in the crook of Jamie's arm. Even against the soiled front of his hoodie, she looked dirty.

Roy had assumed she had a home to go back to. She had a collar. Someone had cared enough to buy her a collar.

"She's freezing," Jamie said in a voice as thin as a wire. "She barely weighs anything."

"Give her here."

Phoebe returned from her quest with an armful of towels just as Roy shrugged off his puffy winter jacket. He bundled the poor thing up--calico markings, a crooked ear, and giant amber eyes that ducked into the shadows--and he had just enough time to flip the hood of his jacket against her head before Phoebe could see her ear.

"You got her!" Phoebe screeched. She barreled into Jamie's leg, keen to give the hero of her evening a hug. Jamie barely seemed to notice, all of his awareness laser-focused on the bundle in Roy's arms.

The immeasurable responsibility that curled up tight in his jacket offered up a forlorn mew.

"Let's head in," Roy said. The snow was beginning to fall.

[goddessalthena]

UsaMamo Week 2024 - Day 3/6 - Inspired by a Song/Coffee

Late again, and it's tough to say how late because this is technically two prompts in one. I was originally planning to write this as a song fic, but wasn't really feeling it leading up to the event week. Then last night I read @caelenath's awesome song fic and felt inspired to take another look at my outline.

This is not the whimsical lark that my other UsaMamo week pieces have been (which is why I was torn about writing it) but it's an idea that's been nagging at me for a while now. This is only the first part of three, but I thought it would be nice to post it for the event.

Title: Happier Summary: Mamoru wants a cup of coffee. Rating: T (for language) Words: 1722

“Thirty eight!”

Chiba Mamoru is not a melodramatic person. He is not given to histrionics. Flagrant displays of emotion are simply not his thing. Indeed, he is a calm, composed, and exceedingly rational human being. Life is stressful—his arguably more so than most—and he prides himself on his ability to ‘rise above’. But if this beanie-wearing, mouth-breathing barista doesn’t call his number in the next sixty seconds he might just lose it.

“Thirty nine!”

Mamoru stares down at his receipt and wills the numbers to change. Unsurprisingly, they remain the same. He can transform into a superhero in the blink of an eye, but he can’t change a number on a piece of paper. It may be the caffeine withdrawal talking but this seems…unfair. Unjust. Unacceptable. He is a reincarnated prince, the rightful heir to the planet beneath his very feet, and yet he cannot get a simple cup of coffee.

“Thirty seven!”

Are they counting fucking backwards now? He takes a breath and stuffs the receipt in his pocket so he can run a hand through his hair. He needs to calm down. He’s just tired. He’s had another rough night of precious little sleep and this is just a bad morning. That’s all. One bad morning. At the end of a bad week. At the end of a bad month. He just—

“Forty!”

He just really needs some coffee. It’ll be ready soon. So long as they serve him in the next—he checks his watch—four minutes he can still make it to the hospital before his shift starts. He thinks. He’s only just started at UoT and he’s still not used to the bus transfers. Getting to Keio was much simpler. He didn’t have to get up so early, and the coffee shop across the street was much faster. Not to mention better. He misses that coffee. He misses Keio. He misses sleeping. He misses…a lot of things.

“Forty one!”

Lucky number forty one strolls up to the counter to claim their prize. They walk away with a tall plastic cup full of frothy green liquid that looks like it was poured directly out of an infected nostril, and Mamoru can’t help but shudder when they take a long, noisy sip from the straw. Who comes to a coffee shop and orders…whatever that is? This is apparently a trend now—ordering non-caffeinated beverages at coffee shops—because the last ten people who have walked away from the counter have had similarly ridiculous drinks. Why does everything have to be dessert, or snot, in a cup nowadays? What’s wrong with a regular cup of coffee?

He needs to find another coffee shop.

“Forty two!”

He needs them to call his number.

He pulls out his phone to distract himself and scrolls through a list of notifications: weather, junk mail, update reminders—up to forty five now, he’s got to get around to doing that—and one text. His thumb hovers over the blue bubble for a moment or two before he eventually presses down.

Training session Fri or Sat ppl. LMK work schedules ASAP. No ghosting Chiba. Ur old ass is getting rusty. 👴

As Mamoru rolls his eyes three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. He holds his breath.

“Forty three!”

He doesn’t look away from those three little dots, doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe. He just watches them, transfixed, until finally—

I’ve got a shift at the restaurant Friday night, but I can do AM Sat wide open

He releases the breath he’s been holding in a quiet sigh. Just Makoto. Not— His thumb hits the back button of its own accord then scrolls down through the list of chats, until…there, near the bottom. Sandwiched between an old banking verification and a number he doesn’t even recognize. He reads the date to the right of the name and winces. Again, his thumb hovers.

“Forty four!”

He taps. A string of texts populate his screen. He doesn’t need to read them again, he knows them by heart. But he reads them anyway. Like he always does. He can’t help it. He’s weak; in these moments at least. When no one can see. He should stop looking now. Should close the window. Should delete the whole thread while he’s at it. But he won’t. He can’t. He can do a lot of things—has done a lot of things—but he can’t delete those words.

I love you, Mamo-chan.

“Forty five!”

I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve stopped loving me back.

“Forty five!”

I wish I knew why though. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

“Forty five! That’s four five, people. Four five!”

I’m sorry, I get it now, I won’t bother you anymore. Be happy, Mamo-chan. I want you to be happy.

“For the last time, forty five! Going once, going twice…”

Mamoru’s head snaps up. Forty five. Fuck. That’s his number.

He stuffs his phone in his pocket and rushes up to the counter and beanie-boy does not look happy. Mamoru begins to mutter an apology then stops as the barista shoves a large mug topped whipped cream, caramel, and chocolate shavings toward him. Mamoru looks from the mug to the mouth-breather and back again as his brain tries to comprehend what is happening. After an eternity of waiting they finally called his number and yet…this is not his drink.

The barista is staring at him with a bored, somewhat vacant expression and Mamoru can clearly see that he is wondering why Mamoru isn’t taking the mug and walking away. Apparently the barista can’t tell from Mamoru’s assumedly apoplectic expression that he has no intention of taking the mug. This mug is not his. It’s not what he ordered. It’s not what he wants. Apparently that’s just his life now. An endless string of miserable disappointments that he’s supposed to suffer through silently. But he’s fed up with being silent.

He wants his damn coffee, and he wants it right fu—

“Oh, hello, uh, hey, sorry, excuse me but…I think that’s mine actually.”

Mamoru blinks as a cheerful man with sandy blond hair steps up beside him. He points to the confectionery concoction on the counter and shoots Mamoru an apologetic smile before turning to the barista. “Yes, chocolate macchiato with caramel, right? I believe that’s mine and not this gentleman’s.”

Beanie boy looks from Mamoru to sandy-hair and blinks.

Sandy-hair glances at Mamoru and shoots him another overly apologetic look. “Right, umm, well, if it’s all right, I’ll just grab this and get out of your way.” Mamoru steps to the side and sandy-hair takes the mug and hurries away. Presumably to overdose on sugar.

Mamoru turns back to the barista.

Barista scratches his temple. The beanie must be itchy. Mamoru hopes it is.

“So…what was your order again?”

“Large. Black. Coffee.”

“Right. That’ll take a couple of min—” Beanie boy must have just learned to read facial expressions because his eyes widen and he takes a step back. “I’ll go get it now.”

Mamoru feels a little bit of the tension ease in his shoulders and he breathes a weary sigh. He’s being an asshole. He’s doing that more and more often now. He keeps telling himself it’s the long work hours and the lack of sleep, but he knows what the real problem is. It’s her. He misses her. But there’s nothing he can do about that so he needs to find a better way to cope than being rude to baristas. And co-workers. And neighbours in his apartment building.

The barista comes back with his to-go cup and Mamoru tries to smile and thanks him for the drink. The guy nods but appears otherwise unaffected and that’s fine. Mamoru’s not looking for a new friend, he’s just trying to be a decent human being. A tinkle of bells sounds as he reaches for his cup. A gust of air follows, and a familiar tingle between his shoulder blades compels him to turn. He follows the innate instinct before his mind can warn him against it.

The unmistakable sight of blond odangos makes his heart soar before the inevitable sensation of crushing gloom comes down hard upon his ribs. Just when he thought his morning couldn’t get any worse. He can’t handle this. Not right now. Not again. He’s not strong enough to face another awkward meeting, another painful interaction, another agonizing opportunity to break her heart. Why are they always bumping into each other? Why, in a city as big as this, can he not get through one single week without running into her? Why?

Mamoru knows why. Because they’re soul mates.

He looks around for an alternate exit, a side door, a window, anything so he can avoid being seen. Before he can consider hiding in the bathroom he realizes she’s not approaching the counter where he stands, she’s rushing over to a table. She’s out of breath, her cheeks are pink, and she’s spouting a string of apologies. He’s seen her look exactly like this countless times before, and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as the memories replay.

His smile disappears as a new memory implants itself in his mind.

Of Usako, rushing up to a table where a man with sandy blond hair is standing in wait. Where a man with sandy blond hair is taking her hands. Where a man with sandy blond hair is pulling her forward. Kissing her cheek. Making her blush.

“Don’t worry,” sandy-hair says, “your timing is perfect. Your drink just came out. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a muffin, a danish, or a doughnut, so I got one of each.”

Usako laughs with delight.

Usako laughs with delight.

Usako laughs with delight.

Mamoru heads for the door like the building is on fire. He doesn’t hear the barista calling after him, telling him that he’s forgotten his coffee. He doesn’t hear the tinkling of bells as he shoves through the door or the loud rush of traffic as he hits the sidewalk. All he can hear is Usako’s laughter play over and over in his head.

When was the last time he heard her laugh? When?

Mamoru doesn't know when. He can’t remember.

***

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you’re moving on with someone new

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Happy Birthday, Mamoru! Sorry bud, this is a breakup fic. What can I say? I both love and hate the breakup arc. The song that inspired this fic is Happier by Ed Sheeran.

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Celestino Vietti and Massimo Roccoli interview each other at the CIV race held in Mugello (17.10.2014)

translation under the cut

Cele: we're here with Massimo Roccoli and I wanted to know at which age did he start, and what was the path he followed to arrive where he did

Massimo: first of all, hi, i started when i was four, because Santa Claus brought me a minibike. and- I still remember that the first time i rode it i did living room, corridor, living room and- nothing, from then on it has been a very big passion of mine that i carried with me my whole life. Now I'm thirty, so i've been riding for twenty-six years. After- well, I did the whole minibikes racing, at fourteen i started riding in the Torneo Aprilia and then... little by little, a little bit of luck, some good results and I was able to do some seasons in the World Championship, around nine, and then this year... I'm riding in the Italian Championship and in the World Championship with the Mv Team.

Cele: and well, I wanted to ask you something, whether riders picked up quite a lot

Massimo: ehhh... how old are you?

Cele: thirteen

Massimo: well, then think about bikes for a couple of years more. I started- well, honestly I always had the bikes in my mind, and then little by little you change, but... I can tell you, first of all, to not get a girlfriend, to open the throttle and then after... women will come too, but always try to manage them well. They surely have to come after dinner and leave before the first run, that way you are sure that they won't distract you during the day. but now, full throttle with both hands!

Cele: and... how was today on the wet and some advice on riding a wet race

Massimo: on the wet- today on the wet it was good, this morning i did the third best time, and then this afternoon, you saw it too, the conditions were a bit- a bit tricky, i ended up ninth because i made some mistakes. On the wet... one thing is important, that in the moment you start pushing, and i'm still talking about wet conditions, head down and full throttle, don't raise the rhythm, so never slow down, because if you get the tyres cold it gets difficult. You must never relax, and always always remain concentrated. At most, you make the same time every lap, but never go slower, that's an important thing because even if you lap two seconds slower, the tyres on the wet get cold faster and those one... they don't forgive you. If tomorrow it rains, always keep in mind the places where today it didn't dry up easily, no? Do you remember, the first variante, when you did the savelli and the arrabbiata... because tomorrow it will be in those places where there will be a bit more of water that might bother you. So always remember to ride through there with the bike straight... and to open up the throttle

Cele: ok, than you so much

Massimo: thank you!

Massimo: and what about you? What do you tell me? When did- okay, first of all, today, how was- how- we know that at the last moment, when you could have set a time, you found a red flag, and this can happen. You have all the time in the world to make up for it. How- how was it today, besides this red flag that messed it up for you?

Cele: well... at th end, the free practices were fine, in quali i was a bit unlucky but tomorrow there will be other qualis and we will do better. It was... quite tricky because then it started to rain more but... I mean, i did what i could, so.

Massimo: you did well, you were good. But listen, who's your favourite rider?

Cele: ah, I am a fan of Rossi

Massimo: good. And... what do you hope for, in your future, when you're older?

Cele: I hope, if it will be possible, to reach the World Championship. if it's not possible... I hope I will, but it's not easy

Massimo: well! I can only give you some advice... first of all, women, out. Have fun. Play, and have fun. Because I am thirty and this year i didn't want to race, because after so many years of World Championship it was hard, maybe to not get the results you hoped for, because at the end you always live with a bit of dreams, and... I wanted to stop, then I found a team that- I started having fun again, winning again, and I'm competing for the Italian Championship, so... always believe in it, and above all, have fun, that is fundamental

Cele: okay, thank you