#luke cherrybomb x reader

[jollyjoygemini]

I need more fics of Luke from cherrybomb 2009. I'm going feral

Someone please rescue me😭😭

[seanfalco]

Show Me You’re Mine

Luke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k Tags/Warnings: Black eye/bruises, slight angst, arguements, possessive!Luke, rough sex, unprotected sex, love confessions, fem!reader Prompt(s): “Who did this to you?” + “Are you ashamed of me?” + “Show me you’re mine.” a/n: I’ve saved this prompt from before my hiatus because I knew I wanted to write it eventually.  So here y’go, finally got around to it.

It was late when an insistent pounding echoed through your flat, startling you from your spot on the couch where you’d dozed off waiting for your boyfriend to call you back.  Your heart in your throat, you jumped up and hurried to answer to answer the door, hoping it might be Luke.

“I’m comin’, just a sec!” you called, hissing in pain as your shin collided with the coffee table in your haste.  Unbolting the latch, you quickly pulled the door open only for Luke to push past you, leaving you to close the door behind him.

“Luke!” you exclaimed, grabbing his sleeve to get him to turn back to you.  “I’ve been tryin’ t’ring you all night, where’ve you—?”  Your words died on your tongue as you finally got a good look at him.

“Who did this t’you?” you gasped, reaching up to take his face between your hands, turning it gently as his eyes flitted away from yours.  It looked like he’d been in a brawl—his lip split and brow busted open while dried blood stained his collar—but it was the deep purple bruise that darkened his eye socket and bloomed across his cheek that made you wince in pain, drawing a sharp hiss through your teeth.

“Luke—” you breathed, but he stepped back, away from your touch, his knuckles just as battered as his face, and you half wondered what the other guy looked like.

“Are you ashamed of me?” he asked and his question took you aback.

“What?”

“Are ya ashamed of me?” he repeated, an uncharacteristic chill to his lilting voice.

“Why would y’think that?” you exclaimed, his question like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of you.

Luke looked away, tension radiating off him in waves.  “C’mon, just admit you’re ashamed t’be seen with me,” he spat, and you instinctively took a step back.

“I know what your friends say.  I know what everyone says about me,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.  “I thought you were different, but you’re just like them.  Afraid I’ll ruin your reputation if word gets out that we’re together.”

Pausing to suck in a shaky breath, Luke seemed desperate to steady his trembling voice.

“Who told you that?” you demanded, angry tears catching in your lashes and blurring your vision.

Dragging his sleeve under his nose Luke once more turned away, unable to face you.  “Your ex,” he finally answered and you let out an incredulous huff, circling him to look him in the eye.

“Why th’fuck would you believe anything that prick has t’say?” you exclaimed, taking a step closer.  “Was he th’one who did this to you?” you asked, reaching for his cheek, your fingertips barely brushing his warm skin before he flinched back. 

Luke merely shrugged in response, his eyes downturned, his pride too wounded.

“Yeah well, what am I s’posed t’do when he starts talkin’ shit, sayin’ how I’m garbage and that it’s only a matter of time before y’go back t’him.”

“Luke, that’s shite.  You know that’s shite.  He’s just windin’ you up!”

“Yeah, I know,” he exclaimed, cutting you off.  “But he was right about one thing,” he insisted, clearly fighting to keep it together in front of you.  “I’m nothin’.  Even your friend said it—I’m nothin’ but trouble.  It’s always been that way, even before,” he exclaimed, shaking his head angrily.  

“My reputation has always been shit, and it’s only gotten worse.  So, th’more I thought about it, th’more it made sense,” he finished, his lip quivering dangerously.  “Why would a girl like you wanna be with a fuck up like me?”

“Don’t say that.  Don’t y’dare say that!” you whispered fiercely, afraid your voice might go out if you spoke any louder.  Your hands tangled in Luke’s jacket as you gave him a shake.

“I’ve never once been ashamed of you.  I don’t give a fuck what anyone says,” you continued, unable to tear your eyes from him, wanting to drive home every word.  “I love you, Luke,” you breathed, your voice cracking.

For a long moment Luke looked at you incredulously, as if unable to process what he’d just heard.

“Did y’hear me?  I love you, you fuckin’ idiot,” you repeated, your tears finally spilling over and rolling warmly down your cheeks.  “I don’t care what you’ve done in the past.  I don’t care about any of that.  I care about you.”

Luke gaped at you, his mouth opening and closing as if the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.  

“Show me you’re mine,” he finally whispered faintly, the desperate plea in his voice clear as his eyes sought yours.

Without hesitation your lips collided with his, your hands tugging at his jacket, urging him to slip it off.  With a moan, Luke’s tongue eagerly met yours and he stumbled back, shedding his clothes as you made your way blindly to the bedroom, barely breaking away long enough to lose the rest of your clothes and tumble into bed.  There was nothing gentle about the way you moved, biting down on his lip as you threw your leg over his hips and bullied his cock between your slick folds, working him deeper with each fluid roll of your hips.

Threading your fingers with his, you pinned his arms above his head as you rode him, each desperate movement more fervent than the last until you stifled his growing moans with a searing kiss, your last frantic thrust leaving your hips stuttering as you ground against him, coming together in a final animalistic crescendo.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, sharing each others’ air as you gasped for breath, your entangled bodies stuck together with a sheen of damp sweat.  Before Luke could say anything, you rolled off him to retrieve the little black box on your bedside table.

When you turned back to him, he was watching you curiously.  “Here, I want you t’have this,” you murmured, hesitantly handing him the box, and his frown deepened, his eyebrows creasing together.

“What’s this?” he mumbled, looking at the box and back to you.

“Just open it, y’twat.”

Chewing the inside of your lip, you watched him pull the top off the little box off and stare down at its contents.  “Is this…?”  His words were the barest whisper as he overturned the box into his palm, taking the silver key that fell out between his fingers.

“It’s to my flat.  It’s yours,” you explained, holding your breath.

At a loss for words, Luke shook his head incredulously, his curls bouncing back and forth.  “When did y’have this made up?” he asked, swallowing, trying to work some moisture back into his mouth as his head snapped up, his gaze seeking yours.

“A couple days ago,” you answered.  “Hadn’t had a chance t’get it to you.  That’s why I’d been tyin’ to get ahold of you,” you explained and Luke groaned, slapping his palm over his eyes.

“Don’t I look like a right arse,” he huffed, shaking his head and a small grin tugged at your lips.

“It’s not like I’ve never been insecure before,” you said, settling down next to him.

“What?  When?” he asked, pulling you atop his chest, his arm curling around you protectively.

“Before we were together,” you murmured, your face warming in embarrassment.  “I was afraid you’d get bored of me and find some other bird t’warm your bed,” you admitted.

“Why’d I wanna do that for?” Luke countered incredulously, running his fingers ildy down your spine while his brows furrowed slightly.

“I dunno!” you exclaimed, slapping your hand against his chest.  “I just thought that!”

Luke let out a chuckle before quieting, his eyes hesitantly finding yours in the dark.  “That thing you said earlier… did y’mean it?” he asked evasively and you scrunched your nose, lifting your face.

“Which thing?” you replied, playing coy.

“Oh, c’mon!  You know,” he cried, his voice almost a whine, and you decided to go easy on him, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips.

“Of course I meant it, y’dick,” you replied fondly.

“Yeah?” he asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Will y’say it again?” he murmured, wetting his lips.

Taking his face between your hands, you looked him in the eye and smiled softly.  “I love you.  Will you move in with me?”

Luke’s lips stretched into a wide grin.  “I’ll get my shit tomorrow, it won’t take long.  There isn’t much of it.”

Huffing a laugh, you pulled him against you, cradling his head on your chest, your fingers running through his messy curls.

“I love you too,” he whispered in the quiet, his eyelashes brushing your skin as he shut his eyes, and you held him tighter.

@super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley​ (okay I guess I’m doing a general taglist again, so let me know if you wanna be tagged)

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Supply and Demand

Luke x Fem!Reader (3rd Person)

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation (male receiving), penetration, infidelity, mention of murder, drugs, language

A/N: Years after the murder of Crilly, Luke and the woman he's having an affair with will do anything to get out of Ireland. All they have is each other until then. This from such an old request that included "NSFW prompts: make my muse whimper, sex against the wall and sit on someone's face"

She lingered in the doorway watching Luke as he made long deliberate strokes with the paint roller. Flecks of white paint speckled his hair and forehead which he smeared with his arm that wiped at it. The strange burst of fall humidity showed up in wet patches on his back and shoulders. Luke’s dark hair formed perfect ringed curls while Hers just.. frizzed.

What a fucking Cliché, she thought to herself as she broke off a piece of brownie from a plastic bag in her hand. Sexy house painter, lonely wife. Sounds like a porno. Or Desperate Housewives.

Now she studied Luke’s shoulders as the muscles flexed everytime the brush made its way up the drywall and down again. The cigarette he had perched in those lips that knew how to smother her thighs with kisses before his tongue dove into her. Goosebumps lined her arms while her heart raced at the memory.

She knew he had killed someone, years ago. Some guy who owned a leisure center in Belfast. It was self defense, or defense of his friend. His worse or better half that left Luke behind for University and London. That perception of better than his “low class” mate stuck in a cycle so many working class Irish families were in. Crime to survive. Luke’s was generational. Inevitable. But he was trying.

She knew he was in jail, or detention center, or whatever it was over here for a little while. Luke's eyes would cloud over when he tried to talk about it. She was familiar with that thousand yard stare. He wasn't the first Irish guy she fucked with blood on his hands. Or family and friends that kept sucking him back into that lifestyle.

The young housewife snuck up on Luke now. She covered his eyes and joked, “Guess who?” Her hands made their way down his chest as she left kisses across his shoulders. The sweat leaves salt on her lips.

“It best not be Chris, or else we have bigger t’ings t’worry about,” his heavy Belfast accent always tickled her. It was such a special one compared to the Irish cockney of Dublin.

She slipped between Luke’s arms to lean against the wall. The paint was sticky with noxious fumes that made her head swim as she expertly undid the buttons on his pants. Her hand snuck inside his boxers; Luke's stomach quivered.

“The paint’s wet, darling.”

Luke’s eyes fluttered shut as he thrust forward into her grip. She let her fingers twist and turn along the length of his cock. Her thumb teased the head then drifted with her fingers facing down. She put pressure on the shaft and rubbed up and down with the heel of her palm. Then she squeezed intermittently as the friction grew.

Luke pushed his forehead into her neck. His breath was choppy and loud as she manipulated him faster. He braced himself on her hips as he ran his nose along her skin and behind her ear. The warmth made her heart beat out of control in her ears.

With her free hand, She took one of Luke's and tucked it under her skirt. She urged his fingers inside.

“The paint is wet, and so am I,” she tried to sound seductive while sinking onto his hand.

Then she let go of Luke’s cock and pushed him away. He could only whimper with the sudden change. She moved to the center of the room and started for the stairs. Her back and thighs were covered in white paint. She turned to beckon him with a finger.

“Where are you going?”

“Less likely for us to have interruptions upstairs”

“You wanna shag here?”

“It's my house. If I want to fuck the painter in it, I will.”

Luke looked around. There were men working in the units next door. in what would be the kitchen and loo installing pipes and electric. His eyes followed her up the steps and he knew they were finished on the second floor for now.

He watched her hips and ass sway back and forth while she took them deliberately. She knew he would follow. Ever since they met, Luke just couldn't resist.

----

A Few Weeks Prior

She swirled her straw around the tumbler full of more whiskey than sour. The sound of the two men at the table beside her droning on about Dublin economy and such began to twist and contort into the “Wah wah wah” noise from Peanuts.

She knew the deal. That her husband would run at the University while Chris, the “contractor” dealt with finances. His brother, who was late to the meeting, would supply. The house they would build didn't just appease the young wife, but it would be their cover.

Chris’s construction company, which had grown from Belfast to Galway to Dublin l, was mostly just a shell for drugs and weapons. she knew what family she had married into, she always believed her husband felt better than them. Above them.

“Alright, what's the craic?” a voice broke through Jeanie's thoughts as she drifted away.

“Ye finally decided t’show? What's more important than family, ay Luke?” Chris was agitated. “Luke here knows how t’handle product in all the units. He's an ungrateful shite t’have such a lucrative job after what he done back in Belfast a few years ago.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and went to shake Luke’s hand. She choked on her breath when their eyes finally met. He was..

“Gorgeous,” she mumbled. Her ears grew hot with embarrassment. What the fuck?

Luke laughed, shook Jeanie's hand briefly before pushing his own hair back from his forehead. He had so much of it, she thought. Dark and messy, it contrasted with his hypnotic eyes. He shoved one hand in the pocket of his tight jeans and the other fidgeted with a cigarette.

“Can we talk?” He ignored everyone but his brother. “Outside.”

“Piss off then,” Chris was annoyed. “I'll meet you in five.” Luke shifted from foot to foot but agreed.

After minutes of uneasy silence between the married couple, she asked to be let out from the booth. Her curiosity was going to get the better of her, but she really was itching to see more of the young man with wild hair and wilder eyes.

She admitted to herself very quickly that her interests were purely carnal. It had been so long since anyone had touched her. Not since him. Not since her world fell apart and she lost him. Since she needed money and lost her job and had to leave what was left of her home and was forced into an unholy alliance with her ex. she deserved to have some fun. It was her Goddess given right at the point.

Eventually she found the brothers arguing with one another outside in a courtyard. She kept herself hidden enough to watch them poke and posture and prod each other. She couldn't quite make out their words just the way Luke trembled the angrier he became. His fists clenched until the veins in his wrists and forearms pulsed.

The anger in him, the perceived chaos in the sudden calm that spread across Luke’s face turned Jeanie on. She was a danger junkie. The more vile things she believed he was capable of doing, went straight to her sex.

God she morphed into a trope in a pound shop trash novel. she would've cum right there if he had a motorcycle. How fucking banal.

The younger of the two clenched his jaw tight as the elder grew eerily quiet. “Just do as I said and hide the supply, mate. Bad batch or not, it goes to the Professor there and his wife. Understood? Don't want t’end up like Smiley, do ye? ‘cept no one will find ye.” He turned round and headed back to the front entrance of the pub.

She paused for a moment to let Luke gather himself. He paced like a possessed caged tiger before punching his fist into the brick wall that lined the courtyard. He kicked over a chair before pacing once more, this time noticing the redhead a few feet away.

“You alright?” she held her head up and sauntered towards him. “Came out for a smoke, but heard something I shouldn't have. Gimme your hand.”

“What? It's fine,” he winced.

Luke tried to pull his hand away but she had caught it firmly. She inspected the split and bleeding knuckles before losing her mind completely and kissed them. She licked her lips knowing they would be coppery.

A strangled snort left Luke's nose. Then he and Jeanie were giggling together until neither could manage anything but near wheezes. Tears streaming down their faces.

Then it stopped abruptly. The courtyard in a deafening silence except for heavy breathing. Luke’s gaze lingered on her mouth and then back up to her eyes. All she could do was bite her lip as the atmosphere changed around them.

The young wife slipped her hands around Luke’s waist and into his pockets. She pulled him closer so that their lower halves touched. He bent to kiss her, but she ducked her head out of the way. She opted to leave a kiss of her own on the base of his throat.

Luke shuddered and let his fingers be ensnared by the thick ginger waves at the back of her head. She kissed his Adam’s apple while he swallowed, and finally one last time where his neck and jaw touched. The hardened bulge that pushed into Jeanie now was a most desired result.

“We’ll dump the product. I'm not pushing anything that can kill these kids. Posh or not, they’re still my students. If they wanna have a good time, that's on them. They don't deserve a death sentence for partying. Old trick from my uni days. We used sugar sticks. Pixie dust or whatever you call it here. Everyone thinks they’re taking hard shit. Placebo effect.”

Between each sentence she palmed Luke's erection. He rubbed his hands over her back and shoulders back down to her ass. He gripped handfuls of it while grinding into her. Their mouths finally coming together and tongues confronted each other.

“I killed someone,” he exhaled after breaking their kiss.

“So have half of my in-laws,” she said nonchalantly.

Luke kissed her again, his tongue overpowering hers. She sucked on it before turning frisky and biting it. He winced and a smirk danced across her lips.

“How can I make up for you being indebted to your asshole brother?” She made the question sound innocent. Her large, dark eyes batted their lashes slowly.

He lowered his face towards an ear. The timbor caused her hair to stand on end as he spoke, “I want ye t’sit on my face, sweetheart.”

She and he and they in the stairwell and not even up to the empty flats above the pub. Luke was sitting on the steps and had pulled her onto his lap. He placed her hands on the railing and the wall, told her to kneel on the steps on either side of where his head lay. Her skirt splayed over it.

Luke tongued the fabric of her underwear. Sucked on the material and teased it wet from his saliva and her own body. Her fingers clenched around the wooden railing, the others tore at the plaster of the wall as her hips moved involuntarily.

Luke kept at it. It felt like he was swallowing her cunt through her panties before even touching the skin. She started to pulsate and moan when pushed his tongue to her clit through the cotton. A steady push and withdrawal that picked up speed and so did the rocking on his face.

Her breath hitched when Luke finally moved the fabric aside and plunged his tongue fully inside. He lapped swift strokes the extent of her slit. Then short ones over here clit in succession. He alternated between the span of her cunt and the tiny flicks around that bud of nerves. She could not prevent the moans from echoing off the stairwell.

Luke was, she understood, showing her what it meant to be ravaged. It was a pattern of sucking on and relishing her entire cunt before snaking and spiraling the tip of his tongue at her clit. Was he using his fingers too?

She lost herself while riding him. Her body overcome, with the sensation, detonated into the type of orgasm she hadn't felt in years. Not since him. Them. The lost boys. Luke was another, just emotionally lost. She knew that. It made her cum harder. The damage they could do to her husband. To his brother. It egged them both on.

She had given Luke head in return.

---

Present Day

So now Luke ran up the steps as she disappeared between doors and frames of what would become walls. He took his time pretending to look for her. He knew what room she would be in, what room she was always in when they came here. The master bedroom.

Other than shouting her name, she liked that Luke didn't talk a lot. He used to, he told her one night after a tumble. Ran his mouth all over Belfast. It got him in trouble. Trouble that he loved because it meant someone was paying attention to him. Even if it was getting in fights or pulling chicks who only wanted drugs and not him. He also never carried a gun.

Now Luke only spoke when he knew she would listen. It was, most of the time, strictly sex and business. He was alright with that too. So far they had pretty successfully screwed his brother and her husband out of just about everything.

She took her cut, as was the original deal between her and the other men. But she split hers evenly with Luke so he wouldn't always have to be in this place, this country. She just wanted to go home and to be free of all of them. The lifestyle she didn't ask for.

When Luke caught up to her, she was already naked. Her red hair hung over her tits and she beckoned him with her finger. There was a light in her eyes that made him laugh as he tore his already unfastened jeans off followed by his boxers. He threw his shirt over his head, while backing her into the wall in the process.

She knew the drill. These walls were theirs as Luke lifted her off the ground. She ensnared his waist with her thighs, her arms draped over his muscular shoulders. She gouged them with her nails. He loved the way she hurt him. Even now it was the only way Luke knew how to feel.

She sank onto his cock. Luke sheathed himself to the hilt. His body crashing with hers over and over again. It was how this dance went, the wall as their security as he rammed into her over and over. Her back leaving streaks of paint from where she leaned on it downstairs. Faster and harder Luke buried himself totally.

She felt the heat from the friction their fucking left on her back. But she noticed the wall start to give way. It was softer than the others. More pliable, like it was false. Cardboard instead of solid. Not drywall either.

“What th’fook?!” Luke exclaimed before the wall gave way.

The lovers tumbled backwards on a pile of something. Paper something. Stashes and stashes of money. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth.

She started laughing maniacally. She couldn't breathe as Luke looked utterly shocked. He smiled, wide. Toothy like a hyena, and he cackled that way too. Then he found his composure. A light glowed emerald full of pleasure and relief.

“Chris you fucking diamond cunt.”

Tag: @neuroticpuppy @super-unpredictable98 @forenschik @070188 @magic-multicolored-miracle @ghouls-buddy @elliethesuperfruitlover @rob-private @firstpersonnarrator @the-freckled-luba @seancekitsch @duck-noises @messengeronthemoon @frogs--are--bitches @sylvertyger @nightmonsters @icecoffeegirl @falloutby @robert-sheehan

[imagine-you]

March 2021 Fic Roundup

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Chapters: [1]

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Chapters: [1]

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Luke/Reader/Smut 💋 (Please, please!)

Pyrotechnics

Luke x Fem!Reader An intense conversation takes a passionate turn. TW: talk of death and addiction, mild angst but a lot of smut with a fluffy finish.

Luke exhaled, the cigarette smoke languidly drifting from his full lips.

“I’m still on probation,” he said, his voice monotone.

You kicked his shoe, forcing him to correct his stance. He had been leaning up against the exterior of the building hosting the NA meeting you had just brought him to. He turned and fixed you with a hard glare, clearly annoyed.

“You think I’m daft? I fuckin’ know that.” you countered. “But you don’t really want to be here do ye? There’s loads of better things we could be doing...”

“Stop,” Luke interrupted, his eyes blazing. “Why do ya have to get on me like that?”

“Wow, and here I thought you actually liked me,” you said, flicking the unsmoked remains of your cigarette away, dejection lacing your voice. “You just seem angry all the time.”

“I do fucking like ye, alright?” Luke replied. “But rehab and probation are the only things keeping me out of the clink, aside from the fact I was a minor when it happened. So I can’t fuck off.”

“It’s been six fucking years,” you countered. “How long are they going to hold you hostage?”

“I killed a man,” Luke said, his tone oozing bitterness. “What sort of punishment do you think is appropriate?”

That stopped you, as you had no reply for him. His actions were technically in defense of his friend, but his and Malachy’s poor choices put them in that position in the first place. His father was a drunk and his brother was a drug dealer. In light of everything, he really was getting off light. You looked back at him, and found him staring at you, his expression softer.

“It’s also not just the courts…” he began, but he trailed off, as if unsure what to say.

“What is it?” you prompted.

“I don’t want to end up like my da. My brother. I don’t want to be like them.”

You took his arm, and entwined the fingers of his hand with yours, offering silent encouragement.

“I do like ye, and I feel like I need to go through all this shit so we can be together. Have a proper future.”

Your heart leapt in your chest. “Oh Luke,” you breathed. “Do ye mean that?”

He nodded, and you stood up on your toes to plant a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, replacing his cheek with his lips, and he released your hand to cup your face, deepening the kiss. He tasted of tobacco and wintergreen, and you leaned into his kiss with feeling.

He broke the kiss and looked around, seeing if there was anyone else nearby. A few other people had recently entered the building, but for now, it was only the two of you in the waning evening light.  

“We still have ten minutes,” he breathed, taking your hand and pulling you around to the back of the building.

“Where are we--” you began before his lips were back on yours, and he roughly pushed you up against the building. “Oh,” you managed between kisses, your breath stolen.

“I need to have ye,” he said as he hiked one of your booted legs around his hip, his hand sliding up the length of your dress. His fingers found the elastic of your knickers and he tugged.

“Luke,” you panted with a nervous chuckle. “What if someone sees?”

“I’ll be quick,” he said. “But I’m having you before this meeting starts.”

Arousal flooded every inch of your body like electricity. You were a live wire, and felt the humming sensation down to your fingertips and toes. You grabbed Luke’s head and kissed him roughly, tongues sliding together. He moaned as you snogged him and he gave your knickers a fresh tug, tearing the thin elastic and allowing them to fall halfway down your ass. He fumbled with the button of his jeans as you slid your hand up his shirt, feeling his taut muscles beneath and stopping at a hardened nipple, rolling it between your fingers.

He released his cock from his pants, and with no further foreplay nor preamble, he slung your other leg around his hip, untethering you from the ground altogether. You helped guide him to your entrance, which was already slick and ready, and he slid in. At first he was gentle, but then he snapped his hips, slamming your ass against the rough brick and filling you completely to the hilt.  You cried out, and he slammed into you again. He picked up the pace, fucking you relentlessly, and he slid his hand up your back to create a barrier for your body and the building. He held you affixed and buried his face into your neck as he fucked you, peppering your skin with rough kisses and little nibbles. You mewled and whimpered at the intensity of the sex, and your orgasm arrived suddenly and with little build-up, rocketing across your core and dispersing through your extremities. You sputtered and your legs shook, and within a few seconds, he pumped his own climax into you, his hips jerking as he stirred to completion.

He gently lowered you to the ground, helping fix your dress before putting himself back together, You kicked off the remains of your ruined knickers and he scooped them up with a smile.

“Sorry about that,” he said as he handed them to you. “Worth it,” you said, and you both laughed.

“Did ye mean what ye said, about the future?” you said a little sheepishly as you made sure your hair was alright.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a hug.

“Course I did. All this,” he said into your hair, “the meetings and behaving myself. It’s all for you. I love ye, you know.”

Tears immediately blurred your vision and you looked up at him, finding his expression sincere and full of feeling.

“I love ye too, you daft idiot,” you said. “Now get to your meeting before you’re late.”

“Right,” he said, and began to head off. You couldn’t help but send him away with a light smack to his backside, which made him laugh.

At the meeting, the moderator asked why Luke seemed so cheerful.

“Well there’s this girl…” Luke began, and the rest is history. @spaceclone-mom @joz-stankovich

[bubblyani]

A Brand New High

(Luke x Reader)

A Luke (Cherrybomb) One Shot

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, Sexual Content, Swearing

Author’s Note: This was inevitable. Especially when @starlightmornings (you genius) made that amazing Cherrybomb fanvid (watch it everyone!) with a great song, I couldn’t help but be inspired to write something Luke related after watching the movie. Those curls are lethal, those eyes are lethal, HE IS LETHAL. So I wrote creative response depicting my frustration . Enjoy 😉

“I hope you know, I’m not planning on going home tonight” you said, breathlessly as your fingers held on to the collar of his T-shirt.

“Why…” he chuckled, “You have plans?” “Oh you know…” you replied, voice turning seductive with each word ,

“…just something that needs taking care of ”

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(A day earlier) Ever since your senses had it’s first taste of ‘getting high’ a while back, your body did not hesitate to inform you of it’s interest to try again. The effects was unforgettable. But another window of opportunity after that the time seemed pretty difficult. Until you met Gemma.

You befriended Gemma few days ago, and she clearly understood your ‘need’ when you unexpectedly shared it over a scoop of ice cream.

“I know just the person ya need to see” she said, with confidence as snapped her fingers. Hopes were filled in full as you walked along with her to a place called Titanic Leisureplex that afternoon. But instead of entering the said premises, you were urged to follow her over to the pitches, where groups of teens were scattered all over. And one certainly did not fail to get your attention. Tall, and of a skinny built, his big dark curls were quite a distinct feature, which contrasted well from the redhead he conversed with. When you realized you were walking towards their direction, a curious part of you made a silent wish. “Got anything for us today, Luke?” Gemma called out, her tone fully flirtatious, which clearly amused you. The dark haired lad let out a chuckle, as if he knew who it was. Turning, he said:   “Oh Gem…anything for you-” he paused. “...and your friend? ” he finished, his mouth slightly parted with surprise, the moment he saw you. A mere wave of greeting and a smile was all that you could give away, for your lips seemed immobile once you saw those beautiful green eyes he was adorned with. “Luke ...this is Y/N” Gemma said, “…she moved here a few days ago” “Did she now?” Curiosity laced in his voice, Luke asked, his gaze never leaving yours, and you did not mind. “That’s right” you finally spoke, eliciting raised eyebrows of fascination from him. You could not help but suppress a smile in return, proceeding to watch him rummage through his jacket, and the way his curls bounced gently as he did so. You certainly liked what you saw.

“You know…” he said, as he placed two small packets of pills on your palm. “A word of advice” You listened to him, displaying your curiosity. “ It won’t be fun… enjoying them on your own”. Releasing yourself from the suppression, you bit the side of your lower lip, humming in agreement. “I could not agree more” you said, slowly looking at your closed palm, “I bet.. sharing the excitement makes the experience…” looking back up “…worthwhile” you completed your sentence. You realized the close proximity between the two of you, so close your forehead could touch the soft curls on his head. Luke grinned, “Well I’m glad we agree, love” his Irish accent sounding quite prominent. No wonder you enjoyed it.

“Shit!”

You suddenly were reminded of Gemma’s presence as she swore. “That’s my dad…” she continued, looking over her shoulder, spotting an older man miles away at the entrance of the building, “Let’s go Y/N!” She pulled you by the forearm in desperation. You did not want to refuse.

“Uh…Bye!?!” You heard yourself cry out to Luke as you were dragged away. He waved in response, winking right after, and you swore you felt a flutter by the sight, noticing his gaze on you still remained till you disappeared from the venue.

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For a night out, ’The Lifeboat’ was the place to be, at least Gemma thought so. And you didn’t have the right to disagree. You hoped she was right, while you two waited in queue outside that night. The lively sounds from the band playing inside reached the ears of the passerby’s, causing the pub to be tempting than it appeared to be.

“You’re gonna love it here Y/N” Gemma said excitedly, “Oh! We can even use those tonight” she continued, lightly punching you on the arm with a naughty smile.

“Huh?” You suddenly looked over to her, “Oh...right” you agreed with a nod, turning your head back to look ahead, your eyes focused on the road . Gemma watched you with narrowed eyebrows.

“What’s up with ya Y/N? What are ya looking at?” “Nothing…” you answered quickly, as your eyes still wandered. Thankfully Gemma did not know you well enough to call you on your fibs, for you were not being truthful. The short but extremely pleasant encounter with Luke lingered in your mind enough, you craved for another meeting somehow. If you only had his number.

Suddenly your mouth formed a big flashy smile, feeling the luckiest when you spotted him, finally. Walking alongside the redhead from earlier, he strutted down the road from afar with confidence. His defined dark curls were noticeable from miles away, at least they were to you.

You didn’t know if it was your noticeable smile, or his equally noticeable wandering eyes, but Luke managed to spot you with ease through the crowd when he smiled back.

“They’re with me” you watched him mouth the words to the bouncers at the entrance, later beckoning you both to come over, to which you and Gemma responded with glee. The redhead nodded at Luke with a smile, entering the pub first.

“I feel so careless” Luke said, the moment you approached him, “If I had your number I would have not let you wait outside like this for so long” his eyes twinkled as he guided you inside. You chuckled. Seems you were not the only one in regret.

“Still smooth as expected” you replied,  “...and yes ...” you extended your hand to him, “You may have my number”. You pressed in the numbers, making sure to save it without fail, and you did with attractively as you could for you felt Luke’s gaze on you still.

Red lights painted the entire room, the music tempting the occupants to sway in hypnosis with bottles of beer in hand. You wanted to relish the whole atmosphere, until Gemma’s nudges caught you off guard. As you causally handed her the small packs, you realized how you gave her both.

“Don’t want yours?” She asked inaudibly, looking confused. You were surprised as she was when you shook your head in response. Truth be told, you forgot they were even in your jacket this whole time. To be even more truthful, you nearly forgot about your intention in the first place. You forgot them all, as soon as those beautiful curls, irresistible eyes and that Irish accent got in your way instead.

A song of a faster pace began playing, the melody simply refreshing enough to make you close your eyes in pleasure. A part of you inside jumped to the rhythm.

“Can I get you a drink?” Luke’s voice was the cherry on top as he leaned over your shoulder from behind. You turned to him in an instant with a smile. “Dance with me” you said, moving your body soon after.

It had been quite a while since you felt this alive. Swaying your hips to the rhythm, your loose hair flew from side to side. Throwing your hands up in the air, you let them slowly come down as your body rolled later on. There was nothing that you needed, to feel as if everything was in slow motion, for you already felt as if it was. If peacocks used all their might, and danced to attract their mates, then there you were, dancing and pulling out all the stops, just to make sure there was no one in Luke’s mind but you. And it seemed you were succeeding, when you felt his tall frame hover over you as he danced along. You were humbly dressed, pair of tight fitting jeans and a tank top slapped on with a hoodie jacket. Yet still, you felt like the sexiest person in the room, all cause he was watching you.

“You sure you’re not high?” He shouted through the music, laughing. You shook your head laughing, “I’m not” as you yelled back. “Well…You sure look like you can dance” he said, inching closer to you in rhythm. You felt bold by the statement,  “ Are you saying that you like what you see?” You asked playfully, in a louder voice. “Maybe…” he replied. Even through the red lights, the way Luke licked his lips was clear as day. Suddenly he leaned in further, giving you the split second of vivid thoughts. “Come with me…” he said, his breath tickling your ear. A rush of sensations came over you when he suddenly held you by the hand, pulling you out of the premises effortlessly. 


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WHERE ARE YOU?

Gemma’s text made you gasp, a reminder of you disappearing from the pub without informing.

Leisureplex with Luke -x

The moment you hit send, you were startled by the sound of a huge splash of water. You looked up, jaw dropped by the sight.

Pulling you by the hand, and sending you shivers as he did, you did not imagine Luke’s idea of getting out , would be to sneak into the Leisureplex. But in a way, you weren’t surprised. Thus, it was definitely not surprising, when you watched him jump into the pool as he just did a few seconds ago.

“Oh my god…” giggling away clapping, “I can’t believe you did that” you said, as Luke appeared out of the water.

“Well” wiping his face off, “ so can you, love…” he replied whilst flashing a smile, walking over to you through the pool. Quickly kicking off your shoes, you bent down, laying your hoodie and phone on the floor. Yet, suddenly you felt conscious. You felt conscious about your body, you felt conscious about this act of vandalism. You sighed, standing up as you were inclined to change your mind. “I dont th-” The sight of Luke taking off his wet t-shirt cut you off. Throwing it out of the pool, he ran his hand through his wet curls. His glistening bare torso and the chain that adorned his neck, made your mouth quite dry. As your eyes wandered over his shirtless frame, you couldn’t help but imagine yourself against that. Time was definitely not an issue as several scenarios played in your head in an instant, scenarios so vivid and erotic, you involuntarily rubbed your thighs against each other to suppress your inner frustrations. “Do you like what you see?” This time it was him questioning you in tease, resulting you to blush with intensity. “Maybe…” you replied with a grin. “Ma-Argh!” Luke did not waste time when he pulled you by the hand, thus having you fall into the pool with a splash. Fortunately, you were not hurt, as you came out of the water drawing in a deep breath. “You dick!” You said, wiping your face while you laughed. And Luke did not hesitate to join you with it. “Oh come on!” He cried extending his hands in innocence, “ I know you didn’t mean that” As you tossed water at him, you had to agree with him. You did not mean it. In fact, you did not want to think of anything bad about him. You liked the lad too much.The laughter between the two died down slowly the moment Luke playfully held you by the hand, inching himself closer to you. The way he exhaled as you straightened, made you realize how wet your tank top had gotten, and how your bra was clearly visible through it, causing you to blush once again. The breathing was in complete syncopation, as you slowly looked in to each other’s eyes.

The need to kiss him was strong.Was this a good time? You wondered. Apparently, Luke thought so, as he went for it, quickly pressing his lips against yours.

You wanted this at The Lifeboat, frankly you wanted this since the first time you saw him. Holding on to his wet hair with one hand, you wrapped the other around his neck as you felt him pull you against his body. Past the chlorine, past the cigarettes, you tasted him further as his tongue entangled in yours, deepening the kiss. The moans that came out of you was amplified throughout the area, and you were proud of it. For you were experiencing a high that no puff nor snort could offer you. With a gasp, you slowly broke away, the moment Luke’s hands wandered down to your rear, resting his palms on it. You hummed in pleasure as they remained there comfortably.

“So…” he said, softly with his lips brushing against yours, “What do we do now?”

The number of responses you could think of were more than a dozen, and they were all clearly pointing to what you both wanted to agree on. But before you could speak, the doors suddenly bursted open, with a crowd of teenagers swarming in.

“Luke! There you are…We’ve been looking for you all over” “We didn’t know there’s a party here” “Fuckin’ hell…Luke’s got company”

Watching Luke sigh in disappointment, you dove into the water out of embarrassment. So much for some alone time. As you floated underwater, you watched Luke slowly move over to the edge, legs disappearing one by one as he got out. Coming out the water, you saw Gemma. And Gemma surely meant answers.

Stumbling out, you called out to her, catching up at the changing area. “Gemma…What you are guys doing here?” “Oh…” Gemma said, looking at your drenched state, “…you said you’re here with Luke so…I assumed there would a party or something” she replied, without a trace of concern.

Your jaw dropped, “What?…No! thats not what I meant…I…” you sighed, rubbing your temples, “…never mind” you said. You looked around, the atmosphere in and around the pool had already turned festive, with the appearance of a boombox, the sharing of booze and Luke’s supply of stimulants that everyone was craving for.

This whole rollercoaster of events suddenly tired you. After all, you were sober, and your stimulant was never inside your system but was out there being the man of the hour. While drying yourself, you watched him run around, spreading his energy as he provided the needful. The sight of him was pleasurable enough, but you needed to go home. Enough excitement for today.

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(Present day-Afternoon) Saturday morning meant shopping day, which meant some quality bonding time with your mother. You’ve been tracing your fingers through one skirt for tad bit longer than you should, staring at it mindlessly. Your mother’s gentle tap on your shoulder made you realize it.

“Something bothering you?” She asked, as you moved over to another clothing rack. You shook your head with a small smile. “No…I’m alright” you replied, pretending to look through once more.

Little did she know, and little did you want her to know of the stimulant that that distracted you since last night. A stimulant called Luke, whose kiss that seemed memorable enough for you to reimagine and relive it with ease. The smell of the chlorine and the softness of his lips was practically sealed in you.

And timing could have not been perfect when your cellphone buzzed.

Pitches tonight at 10 - Luke

You smiled, biting your lower lip. The mere thought of him wanting to see you again, sparked some hope in you. The clear image of his wet shirtless torso, and his equally wet hair invaded your headspace for a split second, reminding of the need that was leftover in heaps and bounds.

Cant wait :)

You typed it with enthusiasm, suddenly impatient for nighttime to arrive. But first, you needed a cover. “Mom?”

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(Present day- 10 pm)

Clutching on to your cellphone, excitement bubbled with each step you took towards the pitches. You squinted, trying to decipher the sudden incoming figures in your view, only to find out it was Gemma and her friends. Hoping she won’t spoil tonight, you displayed a forced smile upon the sight of her.

“Y/N!”she cried excitedly, seeing you wave, “You gonna join us at The Lifeboat?” She asked with curiosity, stopping in front of you.

“Uh…” you paused, moving your hands to think of an excuse, “No…actually I forgot something over there so I’m just gonna…” nodding you just let the line hang in there. The others nodded in acknowledgement. Gemma followed suit a few seconds later.

“Well…you’ll find Luke over there.” She said, pointing behind her, “He’s waiting for Malachy I suppose…”

“Right…” you said, spotting the dark curls from miles away, “See ya guys” you said nonchalantly, suddenly unaware of everything around you as you started walking past everyone.

Increasing your speed, Luke’s image grew clearer as you got closer. Sitting on a folding chair , Luke remained seated there, clouds of smoke released from his lips as he gazed at the sky. The sound of your heartbeat suddenly seemed to reach your own ears as you saw him look down, spotting you. Flicking his cigarette away, he slowly got up moving forward. Walking towards one another, the two of you finally halted in front of each other in the end.

You did not say a word, neither did he. Marveling his face and the beautiful curls that framed his face was your excuse, alongside the fact his wandering eyes undressed you. His dark, lustful eyes kept you focused as he grabbed you by the hand, pulling you over to the nearest fence he could find. Your body was ready to comply as he released you from his grip, allowing you to bump against the fence. It was no soon after that his hands quickly rested on the sides of your waist, sending chills down your spine as a result.

The generous amount of eyelashes he was blessed with was something you were fascinated with, making his green orbs the gateway to emote effortlessly. Thus, you felt the urge to gingerly run your thumbs over his eyebrows, feeling the softness, proceeding to let your fingers run down his face lightly as he hypnotized you with his eyes.

Little did you know of his agenda amidst all this. Especially when his hands left your waist, slowly moving down to your sides.

Feeling through the thin material of your cotton dress, you accidentally let out a gasp as his hands slithered under it. With his eyes were glued to your face, he watched your little but noticeable reactions when his fingers hooked on to the waistband of your underwear, forcing you to inhale deeply as those fingers pulled your panties down painfully slow. The late night chill blew through between your thighs when the thin material parted ways from it. Meanwhile, your lips felt left out, aching to feel his own, yet he just made you watch, teasing you cause he could.

The moment when your panties reached mid thigh, you knew you were soaked in desire, frustration and the plainly obvious moistening underneath. You could do nothing but resort to the sweet distraction that was his curls, entangling your fingers in them, relishing their softness. You wanted to speak, but still he did not allow you, as he leaned in you swore you’d feel his lips on your skin somehow. Instead, you felt his nose brush against your collarbone as he lowered himself down. Your muscles in your stomach clenched in frustration as he went past your stomach, even passing down further, only to lift up your dress, dipping his head in between your thighs to your surprise.

Throwing your head back against the fence, you heard yourself gasp the moment his lips made contact with your dampened slit. Your legs parted involuntarily, giving better access as Luke held you by the buttocks, resting on his knees as his kisses made themselves familiar in your most sensitive area. His soft curls lightly brushing on your inner thighs made you grow even more sensitive. Suppressed moans finally exited you as he proceeded to lap on and suckle on your throbbing entrance, making soft, low pleasurable sounds of his very own. Holding on to his hair tightly, you enabled much better access, body twitching as he continued to savor you.

Your dying wish was that no one would interrupt now, for you finally felt it building up. You could not hold it in any longer.

“Ah…fuck!” You cried, through gritted teeth, “Yes…Luke…ah…yes!” You could not have emphasized your sense of pleasure more as you felt his tongue thrust in you. As you finally reached your climax, you let your cries out in whimpers as his lips parted ways from your burning heat.

“Been spending the whole day… thinking about this” He looked up at you with a proud look on his face. “Point made…” you panted, “Now kiss me already” you were still desperate, pulling him up frantically. He certainly did not hesitate to do so, towering over you once again as his lips attacked you with hunger. You welcomed his need as it overlapped with your own, and how you were able to taste yourself as well.

“I hope you know…” you breathed, “ I’m not planning on going home tonight” you said, as you held him firmly by the collar of his T-shirt. “Why…” he chuckled in to your lips, “You have plans?” Leaning in to kiss you more. “Oh you know…” you replied, voice turning seductive with each word , “…just something that needs taking care of ” looking down, you felt his clothed erection, rubbing it up and down slowly through his pants.

Your mouth parted as you looked into those eyes again, spellbound once more, allowing those lips back on to yours, finally satisfying yourself with this brand new high you never knew you needed. And when he proceeded to latch on to your neck, your eyes fluttered furiously, very much impatient for the deeper intoxication that will soon follow.

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protection 👁 - matt simmons x reader

this was been requested by @tenaciousarcadeexpert <3 

Prompt: #53 - “I´ll keep you safe.” with Matt Simmons 

Characters: Matt Simmons, Y/N Y/L/N, Emily Prentiss, some jerk called John 

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of abuse

A/N: i really like writing for matt & i really hope you like your request! feedback is appreciated :)  

“Y/N, can I talk to you in my office for a second?”

Y/N just looked at her boss in shock before she nodded and got up. 

“Ohoh, what did you do this time?”, Luke joked which made Matt laugh as well. 

“Nothing, at least I can´t think of anything.”, Y/N replied before she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of Prentiss´ office. 

“Y/N, come in. Have a seat.”, the Unit Chief said and pointed on the chair in front of her. Y/N did as Emily said after she had closed the office door. An uncomfortable silence started to spread between the women. 

“Did I do something wrong?”, Y/N finally asked, breaking the silence. 

“What? Oh, no. Why? Everything is good.”, Prentiss replied as she finally put her pen down. 

“Then why am I here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about John.”

Y/N frowned. “John, as in my ex-boyfriend? What is there to...”

“He escaped.”, Prentiss interrupted the young woman. 

“I-I´m sorry..what did you..”

“John escaped from prison this morning. They still don´t know how and when, but up until now, they weren´t able to find him yet.” And suddenly, the world around Y/N started to spin and it felt like someone pulled the ground under her feet away. She felt like she was trapped. Panic was rising inside of her and her breathing quickened. As fast as she could, Emily stood up  and came over to her.

“Breathe, Y/N. Everything will be okay. You´re safe here. Nothing will happen to you.”. After some time, Y/N started to calm down and wiped away the tears she had shed. 

“What are we gonna do now?”

“Well, there are several options. The easiest one would be going into..”

“No...not gonna happen.”, Y/N said as she quickly got up and paced the room. 

“Y/N...”

“No, I´ve spent most of my life running away from him. I´m done. I´m a federal agent, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can. I don´t wanna fight you on this, but as your supervisor and your friend, I want you to be safe, okay?”

“I get this and I appreciate this. But I don´t wanna hide anymore. Please don´t take everything I worked so hard for away from me.”

Emily sighed as she kept staring at her friend. 

“Okay...”, she gave in, “but as soon as this bastard does his first move, you´ll be under protection and surveillance, understood?” 

Y/N nodded and rushed towards Emily to engulf her in a hug. 

“Thank you, Em. I really appreciate this.”

“Don´t make me regret my decision.” 

The rest of the day went by rather unspectacular. As soon as Y/N had returned from the talk with Emily, Matt had noticed that something was off. Knowing that Y/N would only get more closed off if she gets pushed into talking, he let her be and the rest of the day, they worked on old case files. The next day started as uneventful as the day prior ended. After work, Matt, Luke and Y/N had decided to grab something to eat and after  that, Matt walked Y/N home.

“You wanna come up for some coffee and some movies?”, Y/N asked as they reached her apartment complex. 

“Sure, why not? Kristy and the kids are still out of town, so I would be home alone anyway.”, he replied. 

“Let´s go then.”, Y/N laughed. They laughed and chatted all the time during drinking plenty of coffee. Just as they had decided on what movie to watch, the door bell rang. 

“Do you expect someone?”, Matt wanted to know, at which Y/N shook her head. 

“No, I don´t know who this might be.”, she said as she went to open the door. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?”, a dellivery boy with a huge bunch of flowers in front of him asked. 

“Yeah..that´s me.”, the woman said, still, confusion lacing on her face. 

“These are for you.”, the boy said and handed the flowers over to the confused womand. 

“O-Okay? Thank you...”, Y/N replied as the delivery boy left. She turned around and closed the door, looking at the flowers searching for a letter or name tag. 

“Having a secret admirer?”, Simmons joked as he walked closer towards his best friend. 

“Very funny, I don´t think so.”, Y/N murmured, still looking for clues who could have possibly send them, “ah, a letter. Okay, let´s see.”

Carefully, she opened the small letter and slowly read the words which made her face and the flowers drop. Her hands started to shake and Y/N rann off towards the window to look and see if she could still find someone out there. 

“Y/N?”, Matt asked, now him being the confused one. 

“W-We need to call Emily. NOW.”, she stuttered. 

“Hey, calm down. Tell me what´s wrong?” Y/N just handed him the letter and let herself fall on the couch, pulling her knees up under her chin. Matt carefully opened the letter, revealing the message: 

“I`m back. Missed me? Can´t wait to see you soon! - J.” 

“Who is J? What does this mean? Talk to me!”, Matt pleaded and sat down next to Y/N. 

“J...J is John. My ex-boyfriend. We were together for 3 years a few years ago. He..”, Y/N started, but stopped midsentence as tears threatened to spill out.

“Hey, you can tell me. I´m here.”, Matt reassured her as he took her hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. Y/N took a deep breath before she continued explaining. 

“John...he had problems. He lost his job, drank too much, the whole package. I should have seen it sooner. One day, after work, when we came home later than usual, he accused me of sleeping my way up in the BAU. That this was why I´ve stayed in the office later. This...this was when the beating started. Derek had been the first one to notcie. He saw the bruises. I was too scared to speak up, so it continued. One day, i was so bad that I had to be send off into a hospital to get surgery. Since my family is dead, they called Hotch because he was the closest thing I had to a family. He and Emily convinced me to speak up and end this nightmare. The police arrested John a few hours later for physical, sexual and emotional abuse. He went to prison and he actually should still be there. Yesterday morning, when Emily had called me into her office, she had told me that John had managed to escape and that they are not able to find him. Guess he found me first.”, and with this, the flood gates opened and Y/N started to break down. Matt quickly engulfed her in a hug and tried to soothe her. 

She had never told anyone about her past, because she was too ashamed. But right now, she just was too scared that all of her past would repeat itself. After a while, when Y/N had calmed down, Matt loosened the hug and looked at her. 

“Y/N, look at me. We´re going to find him first and we´ll bring him back to prison. He won´t get the chance to get to you.”

“I-I´m just so scared. I don´t wanna be all alone when he´s still out there, but I also don´t wanna go into witness protection.”

“You can stay with me. I´ll keep you safe.”, Matt stated. 

“No..I can´t accept that offer. I can´t put you or your family into danger because of me and..”

“This wasn´t an offer Y/N. I´m gonna stay with you as long as we´ll need to catch him. You´re my best friend and I´m not letting you go through this alone.”

“Thank you. Really..”, Y/N sobbed as she hugged Matt again. 

“Not for this. Now, let´s call Emily and start on finding this bastard.”, Matt replied and took out his phone. 

They were a family and in a family, no one gets left behind. Matt was willing to fight for Y/N, for his family. No matter what. 

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Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Luke Alvez x Reader

Y/N had always had a passion for Christmas like no other. She would drink endless amounts of coffee from her Christmas mug year-round, much to the amusement of her coworkers. She bought her favorite Peppermint Mocha creamer in September when the seasonal flavors came out. She decorated for Christmas on November 1st, which was also when she started playing Christmas music non-stop as well. Christmas music was not solely dedicated towards the holiday season for Y/N either. Whenever her anxiety caused her to irrationally overthink even the minutest of things, even if it was the middle of April, she would curl up with a blanket and listen to the dulcet tones of Michael Bublé as he serenaded her to sleep.

This year however, due to Luke’s adamant refusal, Y/N was not allowed to decorate their home until Thanksgiving was over. No matter how much she claimed that “Thanksgiving was the celebration of the genocide of Native Americans”. He loved Thanksgiving solely for the fact that he had great memories from when he was on leave with the Rangers. He would help his mom in the kitchen with the chopping and prepping of the veggies. He would help his sister set the table. He would watch football with his dad and uncles. Thanksgiving was the one time that he got to see each and every member of his family.

The couple had woken up bright and early on Friday morning and grabbed their very necessary to-go mugs of coffee before heading to the stores to buy all their Christmas decorations for their new home, that they had moved into less than two months ago. 

“Y/N we don’t need those” said Luke smiling at his adorable, pouting girlfriend in front of him.

“Yes we do need them Luke, come on babe” asked Y/N.

“We only need one wreath, for the front door” stated Luke.

“But we need more! One for every window that can be seen from the front yard!” claimed Y/N.

Luke just rolled his eyes and took the 5 wreaths from Y/N’s arms and set them in their already over-piling cart before pushing the cart through the aisles.

Y/N’s face shined with happiness as she placed a quick kiss to Luke’s cheek.

“Are we done now mi vida?” asked Luke grinning at his playful girlfriend, who got along very well with Penelope much to his discontent.

“Nope, we still have to get tree’s” stated Y/N with a grin.

“We already have a tree, why do we need more?” questioned Luke.

“Because, we need smaller trees to decorate the rest of the house with” claimed Y/N as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“It’s going to look like Christmas threw up in our house, isn’t it?” asked Luke accepting defeat.

“You know it will mi amor” said Y/N looking up at her handsome boyfriend, as he yawned still exhausted from staying late at Rossi’s the night before, wondering how she captured his heart.

Before the duo knew it both of them had hit all the stores in their area, practically clearing out the stores of all their Christmas decor, and were headed home with a fun day ahead of them. Within the next two hours the mass of bags had been unloaded from the trunk, the Christmas music was being played, and the gingersnaps were in the oven. While Y/N finished making the cookies, Luke was putting together the 8.5 ft Douglas Fir that Y/N had insisted they needed.

“Y/N ven aquí, I finished putting the tree together” yelled out Luke from the living room.

“I’m coming, let me just finish the snacks first babe” yelled out Y/N. She had just taken the cookies out of the oven, and was letting them rest, while she got the spiked eggnog punch ready. Y/N was pouring in the bourbon when Luke wrapped his arms around her, causing her to spill some on the island.

“Luke, what was that for!” yelped out Y/N.

“What, I can’t hug my beautiful girlfriend?” asked Luke pressing a kiss to Y/N’s collarbone.

Y/N just shrugged Luke off and handed him the finished winter beverage. Luke took a sip before saying,“hey, you know I love you right?”.

“Well we’ve been together for almost 2 years you doofus” said Y/N rolling her eyes.

Luke placed his half-empty glass on the island and took Y/N’s hand before saying, “let’s dance”.

Y/N smiled at her sweet and generous boyfriends before she put down her drink and followed him to the living area.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck. He enveloped Y/N with his arms. She looked up at Luke and smiled, gazing at him. He smiled knowingly, treasuring the intimate moment.

“You know, you were right”, stated Luke.

“I usually am, but what about?” asked Y/N grinning up at him.

“Christmas really is the most wonderful time of the year” said Luke before placing his lips on Y/N’s, their lips brushing against the others, as they slowly danced the night away.

tags: @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes 

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A/N It’s my first of hopefully many Christmas/holiday fics! I hope you guys enjoy this! Also don’t forget that my requests are opened! I’ll be trying to upload once a week from here on out so get excited! Don’t forget to leave love!

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LUKE + GLORY HOLES.

† word count: 1.2k † tags/warnings: malachy x reader, luke x reader, alcohol, recreational drug use, anonymous sex, blow jobs (m!receiving), glory holes, unprotected sex, infidelity, dacryphilia † a/n:  Decided to tenuously tie this fic in with @sheehalloween​‘s free space, by making it Halloween Party themed. 🎃

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Luke sighed as he brought the bottle in his hand to his lips and took a long swig.  You’d dragged him along to his dumb Halloween party and then abandoned him to dance with his best mate, who, in your defense was your boyfriend after all, but it still chafed watching you two together.  He’d hoped to find some slutty cat girl or sexy nurse to take his mind off you, but none of the girls there held a candle to you.

Fuck, but he was in too deep.

Ever since the night he’d watched you and Malachy through his cracked door, he hadn’t been able to get you off his mind.  You were a spectre haunting him, burrowing into every nook and cranny of his brain and making a home there.

Luke couldn’t help but wonder if you’d said anything to Mal about that night, but he hadn’t mentioned it and it seemed doubtful Malachy was aware of your offer to join them or about the kiss you’d stolen.  He knew he shouldn’t be sneaking around behind his best mate’s back or thinking such thoughts about you, but he couldn’t help it, and watching you now with him in your skimpy costume made him seethe with silent jealousy.

“Hey Luke!” your voice in his ear pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up from his drink.

“Hey,” he muttered sullenly as Malachy joined you at the bar, his hand resting on your waist as he hailed the bartender.

“You should quit sulking and come dance with us,” you exclaimed, leaning in closer to be heard over the upbeat music.

“Nah, I’m not much for dancin’,” Luke replied, glancing down the low cut top of your costume.  “‘Sides, I’m gettin’ th’lay of the land.  Gotta figure out which bird I’m gunna pull tonight,” he added, hoping to get a rise from you with the offhand comment.

When you pursed your lips, he felt a spike of smug hope that only strengthened when you stepped from Malachy’s side, his hand dropping from your waist as you reached for your drink.

“I gotta take a piss, be right back,” Luke announced, polishing off his beer and slipping from the bar stool to step past you.  Glancing back as he moved through the dense crowd, he caught you watching him and he smirked to himself.

The bathrooms were tucked away in the far dark corner of the club and Luke ducked beneath the green string lights and fake cobwebs hanging overhead to get to the men’s room at the end of the short hall, finding a dingy single cubicle with a black light overhead for ambience.

The walls and urinal were covered with peeling band stickers and marker graffiti and he let his gaze wander, reading the crude messages as he emptied his bladder.  After he washed his hands, he dug in his jacket pocket for a little baggy of pills he’d tucked away, fishing one out to place on his tongue before leaving the room.

Something on the far wall, however, caught his attention and he paused, turning back to take a closer look to sate his curiosity.  Crouching down in front of the mystery object, it became clear it was some sort of square metal plate tacked to the plaster with a single nail.  Upon further inspection, Luke found that the plate could swivel and he turned it ninety degrees, revealing a worn looking hole in the wall.

Closing one eye to peer through it, he let out a surprised gasp when he realized it looked into the women’s bathroom next door.

“Oh, it’s a fuckin’ glory hole,” he laughed under his breath and to his luck there seemed to be someone in there.

This opportunity was too good to pass up.  Maybe if someone sucked him off it’d help take his mind off you.  Watching you dance in that tiny outfit had wound him up more than he’d thought.

“Psst,” he hissed, calling through the hole to the other side.  “You in there, wanna help a fella out?”

For a moment he thought whoever was in there was just gunna ignore him or leave until a muffled, “Help you with what?” could be heard.

“It’s a glory hole, take a wild guess,” Luke scoffed, holding his breath for an answer.

“Sure, why not.”

“Really?” he exclaimed, taken aback that that had actually worked.

Jackpot!

“Really.  Get it out then, let’s see it.”

Quickly straightening, Luke fumbled his pants down and gave his cock a few quick strokes to get fully hard before slipping it through the hole.  

“Very nice.”

Something about the girl’s voice on the other side seemed familiar, but Luke was too distracted by the wet velvety feel of her mouth to give it much thought.

“Oh fuck, that’s th’ticket,” he groaned, pressing his palms to the wall to stabilize himself as the girl on the other side ran her tongue along the underside of his length to swirl teasingly around his head.  

A muffled moan was his only reply and Luke focused on how good it felt, bucking his hips against the wall eagerly as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

“Jay-sus fuckkkk,” he breathed, gulping thickly as the molly began to kick in.

Soon, with his eyes squeezed shut, Luke’s thoughts once more drifted to you, and the stranger on the other side of the partition quickly took your shape in his mind.  With each bob of your head, each wet stroke of your tongue along his quivering length, his pleasure grew and he wanted so badly to be able to tangle his fist in your hair and fuck that sweet filthy mouth of yours until tears gathered in your lashes and drool ran shamelessly down your chin. 

Just the thought alone had his balls clenching, and with a shuddering moan, he emptied his load down your throat without warning.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned breathlessly, just imagining the way you’d look licking him clean and wiping your lips demurely as you swallowed, but the feel of the cold hard wall against his fevered forehead brought him back to reality.

Pulling his flaccid cock back through the glory hole, Luke quickly tucked it back into his pants, not really sure what to say in this sort of circumstance.  “Uh, thanks.  You’re really good at that,” he offered, wishing he knew what the girl that’d just sucked him off looked like and maybe if she’d like to go out sometime.

“It was my pleasure,” the voice giggled and Luke couldn’t help but grin. 

Back out in the club, Luke found Malachy waiting nearby and went to join him, a pep in his step.

“Holy shit, Mal, you’ll never guess what just happened!” he exclaimed, finally noticing you weren’t with Malachy.  “Hey, where’s y/n–?”

“Oh, she’s–”  Malachy didn’t get a chance to finish before the women’s room door opened and you stepped out. “Sorry boys, had t’fix my makeup.  What I miss?” you asked, a tiny grin playing at your lips as you met Luke’s gaping stare.

“Nothin’, Luke just got back too,” Malachy explained while Luke quickly grappled with his morals.

“Perfect, y’ready t’dance now, Luke?” you asked, tilting your head as you watched him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I think I am.”

Taglist: @super-unpredictable98 @salvador-daley​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @vonkimmeren​ @love-is-dirty-baby

[seanfalco]

LUKE + VOYEURISM.

† word count: 973 † tags/warnings: malachy x f!reader, luke x f!reader, jealousy, dubcon voyeurism, masturbating, alcohol mention, slut/bitch used as pet names † a/n: a little different from my usual fics/tropes, but i thought this might be fun

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“Oh Malachy!”

In the dark, Luke rolled his eyes and yanked the pillow from beneath his head to stuff over his face, though it did nothing to drown out the noise.  This was the third time this week Mal and his new girlfriend had gone at it and it was getting more than a little grating.

Luke really didn’t give a fuck if you spent the night, especially when y’walked around the flat in naught but a night shirt and knickers, but did y’have to moan so damn loud?

Some people had t’wake up in th’morning!    At least, that’s what he told himself—anything to ignore the bitter jealousy that coursed through him.  

Fuck, but he wished it was his cock you were bouncing on right now.

Tossing his pillow across the room with a loud groan, Luke rolled out of bed.  He’d given up on trying to sleep through the noise, deciding to head to the kitchen for a drink.  Maybe a shot would help knock him out.

Grabbing the nearly empty bottle of bourbon from the fridge, he forewent a glass and merely brought the bottle to his lips, gulping down the remains and tossing the empty bottle in the bin.  Warmed by the alcohol, Luke let out a weary sigh and stumbled back down the hall to his bedroom.

However, before shouldering open his door, he hesitated, turning instead toward Malachy’s door.  It hadn’t been closed all the way and for a long moment he stood there, deliberating.  Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, his cock stirred at the wanton symphony of moans that spilled through the cracked door and grew louder.

Unable to resist the pull of your siren call any longer, Luke gave in and moved closer to the door, to peer through the crack.  As soon as his eyes fell on you, he sucked in a sharp breath, his cock instantly going rigid at the sight.  Riding his friend reverse cowgirl, you were on full display for him, and with each languid roll of your hips, your tits bounced deliciously.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, reaching beneath the waistband of his grey sweats to stroke himself in time with your movements, imagining it was your tight warm pussy wrapped around his dick instead of his hand.

Lost in his daydream, Luke shifted and instantly froze as the floorboards beneath his feet creaked loudly, his cock still throbbing in his hand.

“What was that?” Malachy asked, and Luke looked up frantically to find your eyes locked on the door.  On him.

“Shitshitshit!” he hissed under his breath, pulling his hand from his pants to hurry to his room and pretend like he hadn’t been standing outside, jackin’ it like some fuckin’ pervert.

“It’s nothing, don’t stop.  I’m so close…”

Your breathy answer however, held Luke in place and his mouth fell open in confusion, but your gaze never wavered from where he stood.  You knew he was there, but it was almost like you wanted him to watch.

“Mmm, yeah, please,” you panted, throwing your head back as you began to move again, your hands running up your body, as if putting on a show for him.  He almost couldn’t believe his luck, but Luke wasn’t about to question it, once more taking hold of his aching cock.

“That’s right, touch yourself like th’good little slut yeh are,” he muttered under his breath, his hand speeding up.  “Oh, y’take my cock so good, y/n,” Luke continued, his whispered words fueling the fantasy in his head.  “Gunna let me cum inside that angel cunt?”

“Oh God, yes!” you cried from inside the room, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you writhed and bounced frantically, chasing your pleasure.  “Fuck, please, I’m so close!”

The way it felt like you were looking right at him made it feel like you were asking him for permission to cum, and his breath hitched as his balls clenched.

“Oh, cum for me, y’beautiful bitch,” Luke mouthed, stifling his own moans with his free hand as he came in his sweats, his hand not stopping til he’d run dry, your sinful cries spurring him on.

It wasn’t til after it was all over and you’d rolled off of Malachy that Luke realized where he was, a giant wet spot spreading across the front of his sweatpants.  “Fuck,” he breathed, hastily pulling his hand free to hurry across the hall back to his room and jump into bed, carefully arranging his blankets over his stained pants.

When his door clicked open softly, Luke’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried to keep his breathing steady, hoping you’d buy that he was deep asleep.

“I know you’re awake.”

Luke flinched, but kept his eyes shut until you yanked back his blanket.

“Hey!” he yelped, his voice raising an octave as he scrambled up, trying to cover himself.  But your gaze went straight to his crotch and the wet stain that was very noticeable even in the dark.

“Enjoy th’show?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

“I–” Luke began, only to be silenced by your lips pressing to his, cutting off his half formulated explanation for why he’d been watching.

When you pulled back, wetting your lips, your gaze flicked up to his eyes.  “Next time you should join us.”

Without another word, you stood and slipped back out to the hall, your bare legs flashing from under Malachy’s spare shirt, leaving Luke flabbergasted and tongue-tied.

“Pinch me, I’m fuckin’ dreamin’,” he breathed, reaching up to touch his lips in disbelief.  

After a moment he seemed to remember the cooling mess in his boxers and he let out a groan.  How the hell was he supposed to get any sleep now?

taglist: @super-unpredictable98​ @salvador-daley​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @vonkimmeren @love-is-dirty-baby

[seanfalco]

"is that my shirt?" + "can i play with your hair?" for luke or ivan? you can choose <33 ty

You’re My Family Too

Luke x f!Reader

Word Count: 829 Warnings: None a/n: gif credit - @/santacarlahorrorshow

“Where’re you goin’?” Luke whined as you rolled out of his embrace to slip from the bed, the chill night air pebbling your skin as it hit your naked body.

“I gotta pee!” you cried, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “D’you want anything from the kitchen?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Luke called back, no doubt staring at your ass as you walked away.

In the bathroom, you found one of his shirts and snatched it to pull over your head against the cold.

When you ambled back into the bedroom, Luke half pushed himself up when he saw you, his eyes lingering at the shirt’s hem where it barely covered your thighs.

“Is that my shirt?” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, do you mind? I got cold.”

“Well, I can keep you warmer than that shirt can,” Luke huffed, a petulant note to his voice that made you laugh.

“Are you really jealous of a piece of clothing?” you teased, poking his cheek playfully before he pulled you back down to the bed.

“I’m not jealous of a fuckin’ shirt, alright?” he cried, slipping his hand underneath it to feel you up.

“I thought guys liked it when their girlfriends steal their clothes?” you pointed out, stilling in his embrace, his hand warm on your breast.

“I s’pose it is rather cute,” he admitted. “Still, I think you’re cuter with nothin’ on.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted, letting your gaze roam over your boyfriend, just taking him in, memorizing the exact shade of green in his eyes, or the shape of his expressive eyebrows.

“Can I play with your hair?” you asked suddenly, the words slipping out before you could catch them.

For a moment Luke stared at you.

“What?” he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“It just looks so soft, I’ve only ever really got to put my hands in it when you go down on me and I’m a little more focused on what’s goin’ on elsewhere,” you protested, pouting at the look of amusement on Luke’s face.

“Alright, go on then,” he exclaimed, fighting back a smirk. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, y’know that?” he muttered, settling his head in your lap so you could play with his hair.

Smiling softly to yourself, you gently ran your fingers through his wild curls, focusing on twirling one of the springier locks around your digit, feeling rather at peace. Catching Luke watching you, you directed your smile down at him.

“Havin’ fun?” he asked, amusement filling his words.

“I am. I really like your hair,” you murmured.

Silence fell once more, your fingers lightly scratching his scalp seemed to lull him into a doze until you spoke again.

“Hey Luke,” you mused, and he grunted in response. “Tell me somethin’ about yourself that I don’t know.”

“Somethin’ y’don’t know? Like what?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at you, a small worried frown tugging at his lips.

“I dunno… how about your family? You’ve never really talked about them,” you suggested.

“My family?” Luke repeated weakly. “Yeah, alright, I guess I can tell yeh about them…” he murmured, chewing his lip, a far away look crossing his face.

“My mum died when I was young, I never really knew her all that well. My dad was a fuckin’ deadbeat, an alcoholic and an addict, not much of a father at all. And then there’s my older brother, Chris, th’fuckin’ bigwig businessman that he was, he took care of us. If you can fuckin’ call it that,” he muttered sourly.

“He always said he had big plans for me, but really all that meant was that I’d take over his drug business some day.” Luke sighed, shaking his head, his curls falling over his forehead.

“I’m glad t’be away from them,” he admitted, his thick brows drawing down. “There’s nothin’ for me back there. You…” he trailed off, his eyes darting away and you frowned, wanting to know what he had been going to say.

“Luke…?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, he knew what you were going to ask and he knew you’d get it out of him one way or another. “You’re the only thing I’ve got goin’ for me right now,” he confessed. “You’re… the only family I have.”

His words took you aback and you froze, your fingers stalling in his hair. “You’re my family too, Luke,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

After a moment, Luke snorted softly, shaking his head again as if to dispel the sappy things he’d admitted moments ago. “That’s enough about me for tonight,” he quickly exclaimed, pulling you back down to the bed, stealing a kiss as his long legs tangled with yours.

You knew he was merely deflecting from talking about his feelings, but you didn’t call him out on it, too content in his arms and the fact that he had opened up to you, at least a little more. It was a start.

[seanfalco]

Somethin’ Else in Mind

Luke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Prompt: I wish you’d write a fic where... Luke gets pegged!  Since you said this yesterday for thirsty thursday, I haven’t stopped thinking about it 🥵🤤 all the praise that would go into it too, wow Warning(s): Explicit Language, Smut (ass play, fingering, pegging, derogatory language/dirty talk) a/n: gif credit @/santacarlahorrorshow

“Oh-oh fuck, [y/n].  God, you’re a fuckin’ angel,” Luke groaned, his hand slipping to the back of your head.

Mouth preoccupied, you hummed in response, Luke’s praises filling you with pride and arousal, and you sped up, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat while you fondled his balls, drawing louder, needier sounds from him.

“H-holy shit, [y/n]--” he panted.  “F-fuck, you’re such a little slut, arent’cha?  My little slut.  Y’just love t’suck my cock, don’tcha?  Y’love it when I talk dirty to yeh, hmm?  Makes you so wet.”

Unable to do much else but hum again, you responded as best you could, the ache between your legs nearly unbearable and you reached down to touch yourself discreetly, hoping for just a little relief, until Luke noticed, pulling your hand away from your throbbing sex.

“Oh no y’don’t, sweetheart,” he exclaimed cheekily, his lilting voice tense.  “That’s my job.  You focus on me and when you’re done, I’ll focus on you.  So, no touchin’.  I want yeh nice and needy for me.”

Huffing a petulant whine, you tried to shift your focus from how turned on you were to how you could get him back, an idea coming to you.

Going back to fondling Luke’s balls, you let your hand dip lower, your fingers teasing his taint before you pressed the ones still coated rather generously with your slick to his hole, sliding slowly inside.

For a moment he tensed, his body twitching and you thought he was gunna ask you what the fuck you were doing, but to your surprise he let out a choked moan, his head falling back against the pillows as he came abruptly in your mouth.

Swallowing, you sat up, fixing Luke with a knowing smirk.  You had no idea he’d be so into ass play.

“Y’like that, do you?” you asked coyly.

“Yeah… what of it?” he countered defensively, his brows drawing down.

“Nothing.  I’m just surprised,” you answered with a shrug, though a half grin still lingered at your lips.

Huffing in annoyance, Luke pushed you to your back before pulling your legs apart and wetting his lips.  “Enough about me, it’s your turn,” he growled, his tongue darting out to taste you and you relaxed, letting your pleasure take over.

However, a thought had taken root in your mind and even under Luke’s aggressive touch, you weren’t about to forget it any time soon.

——

It was the first time you’d invited Luke to your flat, and you were doubly nervous, what with what else you had planned for him, hoping he’d be up for it.

“Nice place y’got,” Luke commented as you stepped aside to let him in.  “Beats th’hell outta my shitty little flat,” he muttered, letting his eyes roam.

“Nah, we just gotta spruce it up a bit,” you argued with a grin.  “Get some decorations on your walls, put some personality in it, make it look like someone other than a teenage boy lives there,” you laughed.  “Right now it looks like you’ve got one foot out the door,” you murmured, some of your unspoken worry slipping out.

You’d never voiced it, but part of you was afraid Luke might not stick around and that you’d be the last to know, til one day he was just gone.

Luke glanced at you, clearing his throat sheepishly.  “Maybe… you could help me with that?” 

“Sure,” you replied, a smile breaking back through.

“Soooo, where’s your bedroom?” he asked abruptly, turning to give you a cheeky grin to distract from his momentary vulnerability.

“Is that all you think about?” you asked, rolling your eyes in amusement, leading him down the hall.

“No!” he answered, gasping playfully, feigning offense.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, he threw himself atop your bed, giving it an experimental bounce.  “Remind me why we’ve been shaggin’ on my shitty mattress when we could’ve been here?” he exclaimed, flopping back.

“Oh, I dunno, maybe because until recently I was just a booty call, and now we’re actually dating,” you reminded him, wearing a smirk as you crawled toward him.

“Right,” he mused, grinning up at you before you kissed him, settling in for a lazy snogging session, enjoying the way Luke moaned as your tongue found his.  Before long, your clothes were mostly gone and Luke was atop you, kissing your neck as his hands hungrily roamed your body.

“So, y’wanna be top or bottom?” he asked, groaning as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, your hands slipping into his mop of curls.

“Actually I had somethin’ else in mind for tonight,” you murmured cryptically.

“Oh?” he asked, lifting his head, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Mhmm.  That is, if you’re up for it.”

“And what would it be?” Luke asked, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

“Well, after last time I had an idea of something we could try…”

Luke finally seemed to realize where you were going with this and he slowly wet his lips.  “Ohhhh…” he breathed, “that, right.”

“Have you ever…?” you asked, sitting up, watching his face carefully.

“I mean, there was this other girl that fingered me once before, but it never really went any farther than that,” he admitted.

“Would you like it to?” you asked, biting your lip and Luke’s adam apple slowly bobbed.

“Are you offerin’?”

“Obviously,” you laughed, leaning forward to kiss his neck, slowly working your way across his chest.  “Let me take care of you, Luke,” you purred, and he visibly shivered.

“...Alright,” he breathed, melting under your lips and the word sent nervous excitement rushing through you.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you exclaimed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before jumping out of bed to fetch your new toy.  When you reappeared, already wearing the strap-on, Luke’s mouth fell open before he quickly recovered.

“That’s-- you look… surprisingly hot,” he gaped, clearing his throat, unable to tear his eyes away.  “D’you… you do know what you’re doing though, right?” he asked.

“I’ve done my homework, Luke, don’t worry,” you soothed, pressing him forward til he was down on all fours before you.  “If you need me to stop, just say so, I’ll stop,” you assured him, kissing the base of his spine as you lubricated  your fingers, swirling them teasingly around his hole as you kissed your way up his back, enjoying the way he shuddered for you.

When you finally pressed into him, slowly filling him, pumping your finger in and out several times Luke let out a strangled moan.  “More,” he begged after a moment and you added a second finger, stretching him as you worked him, readying him for the dildo.

“Does that feel good?” you purred in his ear, drawing his earlobe between your teeth to nibble on and Luke gasped, nodding his head shakily.

“I think-I think I’m ready for more,” he exclaimed, bringing a grin to your face.

“I’ll give you more,” you whispered, straightening to give his ass a teasing smack, lubing up the dildo and kneeling behind him to position the tip at his waiting hole.  Spreading his cheeks you pressed into him slowly, starting out with small shallow thrusts.

“Relax Luke,” you murmured as he gave a grunt, stiffening, his face falling forward to the bedding.

When you’d finally sheathed him fully, your pelvis flush with his ass, you stilled, letting him breathe as you massaged his lower back one handedly.  “Are you ready for me to move, babe?” you asked, checking in and he nodded.

“Please,” he exclaimed hoarsely.

Pleased with his reaction, you pulled out to slide into him against, slightly faster, Luke letting out another grunt as he rocked forward.

“Yeah, d’you like that?” you drawled, starting to fuck him, your movements coming faster and you braced yourself, holding onto his hips.  “D’you like gettin’ fucked up the arse?  Y’take my cock so well, babe.  You’re doin’ so well.”

Soon your boyfriend was moaning loudly, gripping the bed sheets as a stream of broken obscenities peppered his needy sounds.  “Oh fuck, [y/n]!” he groaned, pressing his forehead to the bed as you rocked him with each thrust, the lewd slap of your skin against his filling the room.

It wasn’t long before he began to whimper, pressing back to meet your thrusts, his body shuddering as his hips subconsciously bucked against the air, seeking his release.

“Come for me, Luke,” you urged, panting, sweat rolling down your temples, yet you didn’t slow.  “Come on baby, you’re doing so well, I wanna watch you come undone for me,” you praised, sensing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and you were right.

As if your words awakened something in him, Luke let out a broken cry, coming all over the sheets, his cock giving several violent jerks at the intensity of his orgasm.  Giving one last slow thrust, you pulled out, letting Luke collapse to the bed.

“How was that?” you asked, smirking slightly as you loosened the belt around your waist, watching him as he rolled to his back to gaze up at you, panting.

After a moment, Luke shrugged.  “It was alright,” he exclaimed, though a grin tugged at his lips.

“Oh, just alright, huh?” you countered, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him as you stood to shed the strap-on and grab fresh bedding.  “I think you liked it,” you quipped, standing over him, clean sheets in hand.  “Judging from the way you were moaning--”

“Yeah, I did, alright!  What of it?” he cried, a touch defensively, his cheeks reddening slightly.

“It was just gunna say it was really hot,” you replied with a shrug of your own, your words taking him aback and you yelped as he suddenly pulled you back down to the bed, his mouth seeking yours as his hand slipped between your legs and he pulled back in surprise.  

“Fuckin’ me in th’arse made yeh that wet?” he exclaimed and it was your turn to flush, squirming in his arms.

“I told you it was hot!” you cried.

A coy grin split Luke’s face and he rolled atop you again, pinning you under him.  “In that case, I think we should do that again sometime,” he purred, kissing your neck.

“Yeah?” you asked, trying not to sound too eager.  “I like th’sound of that.”

Luke grinned down at you, his eyes roaming your face.  It was as if as soon as he realized you weren’t going to tease him for it, a weight had slipped from his shoulders. 

“Until then, however, I think it’s only fair I run this little fanny in return,” he drawled, his cock already beginning to stiffen again.

“God, please,” you groaned, pulling him back in to kiss him eagerly.

[seanfalco]

Dog Eared Page | Misfits/Cherrybomb Crossover

a collaborative crossover fic by @seanfalco​​ & @imagine-you​

Pairing: Nathan Young x f!Reader/Luke x f!Reader (eventual Nathan x Reader x Luke) Warning(s): Language, Brief smut, Alcohol, Baby-snatching, nothing too bad lol Word Count: 6k a/n: gif made by @/santacarlahorrorshow, please don’t use without credit.

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“Oh God, Nathan, just-just like that— please!”

Your desperate cries filled your bedroom and you bit your lip as Nathan thrust into you again with a groan.  It had taken a while for him to find your G-spot, his overeager rutting not really doing much for you at first, but this, this was more like it and you beamed up at him, letting your pleasure wash over you, filling you from the inside out.

“Yeah, you like that?  That feel good?” he grunted, the expression on his face strained, as if he were trying not to come too early.

“Yes, you-you’re doing so well, Nathan,” you praised breathlessly, your pleasure building each time he moved, but his thrusts were becoming erratic and you weren’t sure how much longer he could last.

“[y/n], I’m—” he gasped, his eyes finding yours, silently begging for you to come and you quickly reached between you to rub frantically at your clit, the added friction pushing you over the edge and you let out a cry, your head falling back against your pillow as Nathan gave a shudder.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he hissed, his mouth going slack and his eyes rolling up into the back of his head as he came, filling his condom and going limp, practically collapsing atop you.

Despite his weight, you were still floating and you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers gently through his sweat dampened curls. 

“Not bad for our first time, ey?” he gasped, his chest still heaving against you and you smiled, feeling closer to him than ever before.

“Not bad at all,” you agreed, feeling him shift against you, his chin tilting up and you looked down at him.  Nathan’s expression however, was one of deep sadness and you frowned, your mouth opening in worry.  “Nathan, what’s wrong?”

“[y/n], I miss you,” he said, his voice cracking pitifully and your heart gave a lurch.

“Miss me?  But I’m right here.”

When you blinked he was gone and you woke with a start, your heart hammering in your chest.  For a moment you reached out frantically, but your bed was empty.

It was only a dream.

Covering your face with your hands, you let out a heavy sigh.  Great, just what you needed, you thought.  Now not only did you need a fresh pair of knickers, but that overwhelming ache was back, the one that made your heart feel like it was being wrenched in two and made you second guess everything.

You did not miss Nathan Young.

Teeth chattering from the sudden chill in your bedroom, you wrapped your blanket around yourself as you slipped out of bed, your alarm about to go off anyway.

——

Cleaning the windows of the Community Centre, you were doing your best to keep your thoughts far away from the dream you’d had that morning, but it would have been helpful if the only distraction you had wasn't the sound of Nathan’s voice. 

You were starting to wonder if he’d completely forgotten about Luke or was just doing his best to ignore the other’s existence.  Either way, you were glad you’d already talked to Luke about your power.  Otherwise you would have been worried about him overhearing Nathan still trying to figure out his power, figuring how maybe he could actually talk to animals, bringing up some story about a one-way conversation he’d had with a basset hound.

You heard Luke snort beside you before he glanced down the wall of windows at Nathan.  "Sounds like bullshit, mate!" he called with a lilt to his voice that told you he was trying not to outright laugh at Nathan, who froze for a moment, seemingly remembering that Luke was there before he scoffed. 

"Yeah?  Well, I don't remember asking for your opinion, mate."

Luke raised his hands as if conceding the point before he continued wiping the soapy water off the window in front of him. 

"See?" You heard Nathan say as he leaned in towards Kelly, pointing out a group of mothers holding their babies as they walked towards the daycare center.  "Babies!” he spat with disgust.  “That's why I always wear a condom. Right, [y/n]?"

You weren't really sure how to respond.  You knew Nathan was just trying to wind you up, or Luke, or you and Luke, but you still couldn't help but think about your dream.  You couldn't deny that you missed Nathan even if you wanted to after everything he’d put you through. 

"I think we can safely say it's a good thing you're not lookin' to procreate," Luke commented, smirking Nathan's way. 

Nathan made a face, but chose not to respond. 

By the time you moved to the other side of the windows, ending up between Kelly and Nathan, you were starting to hate the silence that had overtaken the group.  You were trying to think of something to say that wouldn't start any sort of bickering when a girl you thought you recognized walked into the Community Centre. 

Nathan let out a wolf whistle as he watched her walk by, his gaze firmly fixed on her ass, and you reached out to pinch his arm, ignoring the hurt look he sent you. 

"Hey," the girl started as she turned around to look at the group.  "You seen Curtis?"

"Who are you?" Kelly asked as she took a few steps away from the windows. 

"I'm his girlfriend," the girl explained, causing all of you to glance at each other in surprise. 

The only reason Curtis wasn't there right at that moment was because he had locked himself away in the storage room with Alisha.  Your power didn't include x-ray vision or anything like that, but you still had a pretty good idea about what they were currently doing. 

"Well?  Do you know where he is?" 

"Uh..." Nathan floundered for a moment, shooting you a brief, panicked look. "He's been arrested," he claimed as he glanced back at the girl.  "For...exposing himself?"

You elbowed Nathan in the side, knowing there was absolutely no way Curtis' girlfriend would fall for that.

"What?  It was for flashing!  He was showing his bits and everything," Nathan added as he gestured towards his crotch. 

"At some Scouts," Simon helpfully offered. 

"And some nuns," Luke chimed in with a delighted laugh. 

You could tell the girl was getting pissed off, so you decided to step forward, drawing her attention towards you.  "What's your name?"

"Sam," she answered, shooting you an uncertain glare.  "Where's Curtis?  Why are they lying?"

"They're just messin' with you," you promised, hoping that it wasn't obvious you were lying also.  You didn't feel great about covering for Curtis, but he didn't seem like the type of guy to cheat.  Whatever was going on here must have been a lot more complicated than Curtis two-timing Alisha.  "Curtis isn't here right now, but we'll let him know you came by lookin' for him when he does get here."

"Thank you," Sam said, gifting you with a grateful look, before she turned to leave. 

You watched her go before you turned to share a bewildered look with the others.  "What th’fuck is going on?"

"Beats me," Nathan said before he shrugged his shoulders.  "But Curtis is one lucky guy."

"Oh, he is, is he? And why's that?"

Nathan's mouth opened before he snapped it closed, obviously realizing what a horrible idea it would be to continue. "No reason," he finally got out, turning to quickly start cleaning the windows again. 

"That's what I thought," you muttered before you joined him. 

"Y'know, you calmed her down pretty quick.  Look at you being the sensible, responsible one," Nathan muttered. 

"You should try it some time," you countered, ignoring Kelly's laugh beside you as you focused on cleaning the window. 

By the time you were done for the day, you couldn't help but turn your thoughts back towards the dream about Nathan you had that morning.  You knew that you were starting to develop feelings for Luke, but could you pursue something with him knowing that Nathan still had a hold on your heart? Didn't you owe it to yourself to just try one last time with Nathan before you tried to figure out what you had with Luke? 

Even if you would never admit it to him outright, you did miss Nathan. You missed his little giggle when he was truly amused with something and the way his eyes lit up when he knew he could mess with someone. You loved the way that he truly cared about the people in his life, even if he seemed like a dick about it most of the time.  You missed hearing his ridiculous opinions on movies and his rants about how he could come up with better shit than what passed for entertainment.  You missed the good parts of him more than you resented the bad parts of him and you knew that you had to at least try talking to him. 

Once you had changed out of your orange jumpsuit, you decided to look for Nathan. 

He wasn't outside smoking and he wasn't trying to score free food out of the vending machines.  He wasn't attempting to steal booze from the kitchen and you didn't find him attempting to break into Sally's office to use her computer either. You figured there was really only one other place he’d probably be after completing that day's service, so you headed up to the rooftop. 

You weren't expecting to find Curtis with him, both of them sitting on the bench and facing away from the door. Once you realized it seemed as if the two of them were actually getting along, you decided not to disturb them— it was so rare that Curtis wasn't actively trying to get away from Nathan or that Nathan wasn't being a complete twat towards Curtis, and you didn't want to ruin that with your presence. 

"I've tried to break things off," you heard Curtis say as you leaned against the wall beside the door to the rooftop. 

You knew that listening in on their conversation wasn't the best thing you’ve ever done, but you were more curious than anything about what they could be talking about. Curtis and Nathan didn't seem to have all that much in common and you were half-worried a private conversation between the two of them might result in a fight. If it seemed like they were actually being civil towards one another, then you would leave and wait for Nathan downstairs. 

"Well, what happens? The break-up sex too good?"

"No," Curtis immediately denied. "I haven't even slept with her since I've been with Alisha. But every time I break up with her, she gets upset, and I rewind time. She cries every time and you know what it's like when girls cry."

"Oh, it's the worst," Nathan agreed with a nod of his head. "I never could stand to see [y/n] shed a tear. She's one of the strongest people I know and if she was crying? Then that meant something was really wrong and I didn't know how to fix it for her. Sometimes, I was even the reason she cried. It really is the worst feeling in the world."

Curtis sighed before he bowed his head, staring down at his hands clasped in front of him. "I just...I need it to be over. No more hiding this from Alisha. I just hafta do it. I can't keep rewinding time or I'll have two girlfriends for the rest of my life."

"Well, that doesn't sound like a bad thing," Nathan mused, causing you to roll your eyes. 

"I've tried to end it six times," Curtis stressed. "It always goes the same way. I say I can't be with her anymore, she cries, I rewind time, and I'm still together with her. I can't stand to see her hurt."

"Well, you're gonna have to if y’wanna get rid of her. You need to make her hate you. Tell her she has nasty snatch gunk of something. I mean, [y/n] hates me now and she barely even looks at me. I feel like a piece of dog shit that's been stepped on and smeared all over the sidewalk, but that's only because I never wanted it to be over. But you? You should be golden, yeah? Because that Sam bird will likely lash out at you, call you somethin' terrible, and then storm off. Y’won't feel bad and y’won't have to break up with her all over again."

You found yourself inching over towards the door, trying not to give yourself away as you left the rooftop. You thought about what Nathan had just told Curtis. You hadn't known that Nathan actually felt bad for causing your break-up. The fact that he’d gone off and slept with another girl and then lied to you about it had kinda seemed to point towards him not being as bothered by it as he had made out to Curtis. 

But what you couldn't help but think was that Nathan was wrong. 

You didn't hate him. As much as it might pain you to admit, you had to concede that you missed him. You still wanted him, and from everything you just heard on the rooftop, maybe he had finally grown enough for you to give him a second chance. 

You decided to wait near the front door of the Community Centre for him. You were sure he’d be out for a smoke sooner or later and you wanted to try to have a moment alone between the two of you. You wanted to really try to see where his head was at and figure out if you wanted to give your relationship another go. 

You didn't have to wait long for Nathan to show up. He already had his cigarette in his mouth and his lighter raised when he caught sight of you. 

"[y/n]? What’re you doin’ here? I thought you'd left."

"I wanted to talk to you," you admitted as you took a few steps closer to him. "I wanted to make sure it was just the two of us."

"Oh, yeah?" He lit his cigarette before pocketing his lighter, his face lighting up. "What's going on? What's on your mind?"

"Us, actually," you confessed, watching his expression for any hint that this was a bad idea. "I've been thinkin' about us a lot."

"Yeah? Well, that's funny you say that...” he started before a distant look came over his face. "I...uh, I've gotta go," he said, immediately turning away from you.

"Nathan! Are you fuckin' kidding me?" You reached out to grab his arm, attempting to pull him back around to face you, but he resisted. "You're seriously leaving? Now?"

"There's somethin’ important I've gotta tend to," Nathan claimed, twisting out of your grip and taking off towards the Community Centre. 

"More important than this? Than me?"

"Yeah!" He yelled back, not even bothering to look at you as he rushed into the building. 

"What the fuck," you muttered, leaning back against the side of the building. You felt so angry and humiliated and hurt in that moment. Why the hell did you ever think that Nathan Young could be serious for just one moment? He hadn't changed at all. Here you were trying to have a discussion about your relationship and he just completely blew you off to go do whatever the fuck else he deemed so important. Knowing Nathan, he likely had to take a shit or go find another bird to shag. 

It was then you realized that you were shaking, a ringing in your ears that you knew usually preceded some type of destruction. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down before you did any damage. 

It took you several more deep breaths before you felt like you were ready to face the world again. You didn't know what you really needed at that moment, but when you bumped into Luke coming around the side of the building, you knew there was really only one thing you wanted right then.

"Get a drink with me?" 

"’Course," he immediately agreed, holding out his arm for you to grab before he led you away from the Centre. 

——

“Can I get yeh somethin’?” Luke asked as the two of you stepped into the pub, your anger still simmering at a low boil, accompanied by the somewhat familiar ringing in your ears.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you thought, glancing around the crowded room.  You didn’t exactly have the best grasp on your power yet.  What if you exploded and damaged the building or hurt someone?  Luke, waiting on your answer, merely cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I’ll uhm, take a pint,” you murmured, finding a seat as Luke went to the bar.

When he returned, sliding the chilled glass your way, he scooted into the bench across the table from you.  “So,” he said after taking a long draw from his own glass, “what’s got you all worked up then, huh?”

“Who said I’m worked up?” you countered defensively, your reaction giving you away.

“Yeah, okay.  I’m guessin’ it has somethin’ t’do with a certain curly haired git?” Luke wagered, eyeing you over the rim of his glass.

Grimacing, you quickly brought your drink to your lips.  You didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about you and Nathan, but neither did you want to lie to him straight out.

“Yeah...” you answered sourly.  “For a moment I actually thought he might be sorry for what he did.  So, I thought I’d talk t’him about it, give him a chance to, I dunno, mend shit, but then he totally blew me off.  It’s bollocks,” you muttered under your breath, feeling your anger surge again and you downed nearly half of your beer in one go.

For a long moment, Luke merely watched you quietly, a hurt frown tugging at his lips that quickly disappeared almost before you recognized it.

“If you’re so hung up on your ex, then what’re you doin’ here with me?” he asked, a flippant note to his voice.  “I thought y’said you didn’t want this t’be just some rebound, and I’m startin’ t’think—”

“What, no—!  I’m not—” you exclaimed quickly, a horrified look on your face.  “I’m not hung up on Nathan!  I’m here because I want t’be!  Because I wanna spend time with you,” you insisted, reaching across the table to take Luke’s hand before you realized what you were doing.  For a moment you both gaped at each other, your fingers twitching, your hand nearly pulling away in embarrassment before you stopped yourself, giving his hand a squeeze instead.

“I like you, Luke,” you breathed.  Despite your somewhat complicated feelings toward Nathan, you really did like Luke, wanting to know him better.

“Good, cause I, uhm…  I fancy you too,” he admitted, clearing his throat awkwardly.  “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not above competein’ for your affections, but I’ve been there, done that, and it makes it much easier if y’know, y’actually like me too.”

“I feel like there’s a story behind this,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over Luke’s knuckles and his eyes flicked down to your connected hands on the table.

Luke cleared his throat, letting go of your hand and quickly reaching for his glass.  “I mean, there’s not much t’tell,” he said with a shrug, downing his beer, though his lips twisted.  “A couple years ago, my mate, Malachy and I got into a bit of a competition for this bird, but she wasn’t worth it.  Besides, you’re way prettier than she was,” he said, deflecting with a grin that you felt was meant to distract you.

“Why wasn’t she worth it?” you asked curiously and Luke sighed.

“She pit us against each other and caused all sorts of... trouble, and now… now Mal and I aren’t even friends anymore… cause of her,” he muttered, his eyes flicking down to the table.  Huffing a bitter laugh, he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably.  “The kicker is, neither of us ended up with her in th’end.  Everyone lost,” he said, a far off look on his face.

It was clear there was more to the story, but you didn’t want to press.  Getting up, you circled the table to slip in next to Luke.  “You don’t hafta compete for my attention, you already have it,” you whispered, hesitating only a moment before brushing a chaste kiss to his jaw.  

Jumpinging slightly, Luke swiveled to look at you, wide eyed, studying your face before his usual cheeky grin returned and he draped his arm over your shoulders, leaning against you.

“Good,” he quipped, clearing his throat, gesturing for the bartender to bring another round over.  “I gotta tell yeh somethin’ else.  Somethin’ I’ve been meanin’ t’tell yeh for a while,” he said and you looked at him curiously.

“And what’s that?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the coy look on his face.

“You make that orange jumpsuit look damn good,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Luke!” you exclaimed, your cheeks heating as you poked him in the side.

“What?  I’m serious!” he laughed, the bartender bringing over your fresh glasses.  Grabbing yours, you brought it to your lips to hide your pleased smile.

At least you weren't thinking about Nathan any longer.

——

“So, did y’go with ‘nasty snatch gunk’, yeah?” you heard Nathan ask Curtis in a hushed voice as they scraped at the built up posters on the wall nearby, remembering their conversation you’d eavesdropped on the other day, almost wishing you hadn’t.  You still didn’t know what to do about what you’d heard Nathan say, especially the bit about how he regretted his actions and how much he missed you.

He blew you off though, remember?  He must not have cared all that much... 

Before you could dwell on it for too long, however, you felt Luke nudge you in the side with his elbow and turned to find him grinning at you.

“Here,” he said, offering you one of his earbuds and you gratefully took it, placing it in your ear as you went back to work, the music helping take your mind off shit.  He really did have good taste.

“Hey, d’you hear that?” Nathan exclaimed some time later, looking over his shoulder as he paused to listen to something, his arm falling to his side.

“Hear what?” Alisha asked, her and Kelly turning to look at him blankly.

“A baby, cryin’,” he answered, looking at them as if there were something wrong with them.

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Kelly asked, frowning.  When he didn’t answer she rolled her eyes and got back to work, but it was only a few minutes later that you heard Nathan drop his scraper and take off toward the Community Centre.

“Th’fuck’s he on about?” Luke muttered as you glanced over your shoulder to watch Nathan run away, chewing your lip as you waged an internal battle over whether or not you should go after him.  Deciding it was none of your business any more, you turned back to the task at hand.

Before long however, you heard running footfalls coming near and once more looked up, only to find Simon panting for breath, his hand pointing back toward the building.  “I think I’ve just seen Nathan stealing a baby,” he gasped, looking between you and the others as if unsure what to do.

“Good for him,” Luke scoffed, his lips twitching into a shit eating grin, but the others shared a worried look and took off after Simon.  

“Oh, c’mon,” you exclaimed, grabbing Luke’s sleeve as you followed them.  “It’s gotta beat cleanin’,” you pointed out.

“He came through here,” Simon muttered, as he led you to where he’d seen Nathan go.

“Why would he take a baby?” Alisha wondered with a frown, voicing your own thoughts.

“Because he’s mental, I dunno!” Luke exclaimed with a snort and you poked him in the side.  

“Yeah, well if he gets caught, he’ll be fucked,” you muttered, pulling out your phone to try calling him, but it went straight to voicemail.

Back outside you’d thought you’d lost him, until you heard snatches of a child’s rhyme coming from somewhere up above and you looked up, catching sight of Nathan’s orange jumpsuit on the second story, holding the baby in his arms.

“What th’fuck are you doing?” Kelly exclaimed angrily as you all crested the stairs to confront him.  As soon as he saw you, he quickly covered the baby’s ears, pulling him closer to him as if afraid you’d try to take him away.

“There’s no need for that kind of language!” he exclaimed before cooing something to the baby to soothe him.  

“You’re actin’ like a freak!” Kelly pointed out as Curtis tried to move toward him, only making Nathan back away like a cornered animal.

“Get back!  You’re not takin’ him.  He needs me!” he cried and the way his voice cracked nearly made your heart break.

“Nathan…” you murmured, biting your lip as you watched him.  Just the other day he was talking about how much he hated children.  “This isn’t like you…”

“He’s gone mental!” Simon exclaimed as Luke barked a laugh.  

“I told yeh!”

Suddenly Kelly frowned; she looked like she was listening to something none of you could hear.  “The baby, it’s got a power!” she exclaimed.  “He’s makin’ you think that you’re his dad,” she explained.

“Well, he needs a dad!  I know what that’s like.  My dad wasn’t around and look how I turned out.  I’m gunna be his daddy,” Nathan insisted and your heart only twisted further.  He’d never really talked about his dad much, but it was obvious by the way he’d reacted to his presence that night at the bowling alley that their relationship was… strained to say the least.

You sighed as you listened to the others point out why Nathan wouldn’t be able to take care of the baby, despite his protests, the whole while Luke looking like he was loving every minute of it.

“You can barely look after yourself,” you added on top of the others’, “how are you gunna take care of a baby?” you asked, but Nathan only shook his head determinedly.

“Him and his mum can come live with me in the Community Centre!  I’ll steal food from the vending machines and booze from the kitchens.  I’ll steal from all the other babies!” he insisted, his grand scheme ending with him foraging for nuts and berries in the park.

Suddenly as if the spell were broken, Nathan looked down at the baby in his arms, his expression twisting into one of confusion and then disgust before he held it out at arms length.  “What am I doin’ holdin’ this baby?” he exclaimed.  “I don’t mean t’be sexist or anythin’, but one of you girls needs t’come take this before I drop it on its head or somethin’,” he continued, looking between you, Kelly, and Alisha.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” Kelly grumbled under her breath, cutting off as she stepped forward to take the kid from Nathan.  “C’mon, let’s find your mum, I bet she’s worried sick,” she said, looking down at the baby in her arms.

As she took off back toward the Community Centre, everyone following, you stayed put, chewing your lip, hit by an uncomfortable thought.

If the baby’d really been controlling Nathan this whole time, maybe he really hadn’t blown you off on purpose…  maybe he’d been compelled to find the baby, like he’d said, forgetting everything else...

Your gaze followed him as he disappeared down the steps, your stomach twisting.  Suddenly you felt someone standing next to you and you looked over to find Luke watching you, a frown pulling at his lips.

“Y’know… if you still have feelings for him…” he began, the same pained look he’d worn the other day at the pub crossing his face before you quickly cut him off.

“Luke no, I—” you paused, taking a breath.  “Nathan was the first guy I think I actually loved, and there’s probably always gunna be a part of me that still loves him, but... he’s had every chance to fight for me, even before this whole stupid baby thing, and I’m done being miserable, and I’m done waiting around for an apology that might never come.  I meant it when I said I have feelings for you, Luke, and I wanna see where that goes… that is, if you still want to…” you trailed off, biting your lip.

For a moment, you thought he was gunna tell you to forget it, until he grinned, stepping closer.

“Does this mean I get t’kiss you now?” he teased, eyeing you hopefully and you let out a relieved laugh.

“You want to?” you asked, though you obviously knew the answer.

“Only since the moment I met you,” Luke exclaimed, his gaze falling meaningfully to your lips, which twitched with amusement.

Suddenly all you could think of was how much you wanted to kiss him too, thoughts of Nathan far from your mind.

“Alright,” you said, giving in, your stomach fluttering, and Luke’s brows rose.

“Alright?” he repeated, an excited grin spreading across his face that he tried to reign in, not wanting to appear too eager.

Leaning in, he slowly pressed his parted lips to yours and you sighed as you kissed him back, your hands coming up to tangle in the folds of his orange jumpsuit, pulling him closer, wanting to memorize the feel of his lips and the way he tasted—a pleasing combination of nicotine and wintergreen.

As you pulled back however, Luke chased your retreating lips eagerly, only pulling up short when you held a hand to his chest.

“Let me catch my breath a sec,” you laughed, your head spinning slightly, flushing at the pout he wore.

“But I don’t wanna stop,” he whined, pulling you against him.

“I don’t either,” you admitted, “but I need t’come up for air sometime,” you added wryly.

“What?  Air?  Who needs that?” Luke teased, trying to kiss your neck.

“Luke!” you exclaimed, giggling as you pushed him back again.  “We have plenty of time to snog, you don’t hafta rush.”

“But—”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” you assured him.  “I like right where I am,” you added, pressing a kiss to his cheek to quiet him.  “Now, we should probably go catch up to the others, I think our hours are nearly done for the day.”

Luke sighed, feigning annoyance, but soon he was grinning again as he rested his arm round your shoulders.  “You doin’ anythin’ after this?” he asked, falling into step with you.

“Uhm, hanging out with you, duh,” you replied as if it were obvious.

——

“Hey, [y/n]!” Nathan called, pushing off the wall where he’d been waiting as he caught her coming out of the locker room, his eyes lighting up as he saw her.  

“You doin’ anythin’?  Wanna go to th’pub?  I’m ready t’talk now… bout us,” he exclaimed, his stomach twisting nervously.  Now that his mind was clear he was ready to admit to her what he’d told Curtis, he was ready to get her back.

“Uhmm, Nathan…”

Before she could answer however, Luke appeared, throwing his arm around [y/n]’s shoulders in a way Nathan didn’t care for.  “Y’ready [y/n]?” he asked, ignoring Nathan.

“Sorry, Nathan, I have… plans,” [y/n] muttered, her response feeling like a punch to the gut and his grin slipped.

“O-oh,” he exclaimed, looking between her uncomfortable expression and Luke’s smug one.  “Right, y-yeah, I’ve got plans too, I just remembered!” he exclaimed, trying to save face.

“Cheers mate,” Luke smirked, steering her away from him and he fought the urge to turn and tackle the prick.

Instead, biting his lip, he turned to the vending machine, giving it a kick, taking out his frustrations on it before he did something he’d be sure to regret.

“What’re you doin’?” Kelly asked, stopping outside the locker room to watch Nathan, her arms folded over her chest.

Bending to retrieve his vending machine haul, he held them up to show her, forcing a grin.  “Just procuring my dinner,” he exclaimed, trying to ignore the mix of disgust and pity on her face.

“Y’can’t live off that shit,” she insisted.  “Why don’t y’come over, I’ll make dinner,” she offered.

“Are you askin’ me round for sex?” Nathan joked before he could stop himself and Kelly rolled her eyes, turning her back on him.  “Wait, wait!” he exclaimed, hurrying to catch up to her.  “What’re you makin’?” he asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him.

She did have a point, anything sounded better than snack cakes and chips and if he was being really honest, he didn’t really wanna be alone with his thoughts right then.

As Kelly let him into her and her mum’s flat, he looked around, ambling after her to the kitchen where she proceeded to preheat the oven and pull out a bag of frozen chicken nuggets.

“So, what’s up with you and [y/n]?” she asked, covering a baking sheet with nuggets and shoving it into the oven, straightening to give him a knowing look.

Nathan’s expression faltered and he glance away uncomfortably.  “Nothin’,” he exclaimed a little too quickly, attempting to force a grin, though it was obvious he was fooling nobody.

“Oh yeah?  D’you forget I can hear your thoughts?” Kelly countered and Nathan swore under his breath—he had forgotten.  “C’mon, you can talk t’me,” she insisted, turning around to lean against the counter.  “It’s obvious t’anyone with eyes you’re not over her, and I don’t need my power t’see that,” she added when he opened his mouth to argue.  “I’ve seen how y’look at her.”

Nathan scowled, tossing his head as he shrugged sullenly.  He hadn’t thought he’d been that obvious.  “I want her back, okay?” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.  “[y/n] was th’best thing t’ever happen to me and I was an ass.  I fucked it up and then I fucked it up again when I… you know,” he muttered, not wanting to even say it.

“She wanted t’talk the other day, but that bloody baby got in the way— it started cryin’, usin’ it’s stupid baby powers on me and I ran off.  I blew it!”

“How d’you know you blew it?” Kelly asked and Nathan snorted derisively.

“How do I know?  Cause she left with him today,” he spat, filling the word with as much scorn as he could muster.  “It looked pretty obvious that she with him now.”

Kelly grimaced, she’d had a feeling it would only be a matter of time…

For a moment silence fell and Nathan swallowed, trying to calm himself.  A thought had gripped him but he didn’t know how exactly to bring it up without sounding like a cunt.

“No,” Kelly exclaimed, giving him a pointed look, obviously having read his thoughts.

“But why not?” he cried, clasping his hands together before him pleadingly.  “I just wanna know if I have a chance yet!”

“I’m not helping you break [y/n] and Luke up, not after everything you’ve put her through!” Kelly exclaimed.

“No, nononono, that’s not what I’m askin’!  I just wanna know if she feels anything for me yet.”

“No.”

“Oh c’mon!  You owe me!  I wouldn’t even be in this mess if you hadn’t told everyone I slept with Ruth!”

Kelly gave him a flat stare, but finally she sighed, his pleading look getting to her.  “Alright!  Alright, I’ll find out what she’s thinkin’ bout you, but only just this once,” she declared, jabbing her finger in his face.

Instantly, his mood cleared, a grin splitting his face.  Now all he had to do was stop wondering what [y/n] and that prick were up to at that very moment.

When Kelly thrust a plate of nuggets into his hands he moaned around his first bite of warm food in more than a week, savouring it.

“These chicken nuggets are cooked to perfection!” he exclaimed, still chewing, and Kelly couldn't help but smile.

[seanfalco]

Bad News

Luke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k Prompt: “I didn't think you were into that." + "I'm going to ruin that pretty makeup." Warnings: mention of death, language, alcohol, a teeny tiny bit of degradation, rough sex, oral (m!receiving) a/n: aaaaaaa my first official Luke prompt, I hope you enjoy!  I had fun writing him and I hope I captured his essance.  Takes place several years after the events of the movie.

The pub was packed, even for a Friday night, but it was probably just the popularity of the band that was playing.  Still, despite the sea of faces and sweaty bodies pressing in around you, one face stuck out to you among the others.

“Hey!” you called over the music, nudging your mate to get her attention.  “Is it just me or has that guy over there been starin’ at me all night?” you asked, gesturing to the tall curly haired stranger with the mouth of your bottle.  “I mean, he’s kinda hot, maybe I should go talk t’him.”

Your friend looked over where you’d pointed and her brows rose.  “Oh, shit,” she muttered, quickly pulling you toward her.

“Oh shit, what?” you asked with a laugh, “d’you know him?” 

“D’you remember a couple years ago when that guy was killed at the leisureplex?” your friend hissed.

“Yeah, I heard it was self defense,” you countered, glancing back over, but the guy had disappeared.  

“Yeah well, whatever,” your friend replied, “he still hadta go t’prison and all--”

“Are you sayin’ that was the guy?” you scoffed, only to be met with a hard look.

“Look, just… stay away from him, okay?”

You rolled your eyes as she took off for the bathroom, leaving you by the bar.  Downing the rest of your beer, you set the empty bottle on the counter.  Before you could hail the bartender for another, however, one was slipped in front of you and you looked up, finding none other than the curly haired stranger who’d been watching you.

“What she say t’yeh?” he asked, bringing his own bottle to his lips.  “Did she tell yeh I’m bad news?”

“Are you?” you asked, the words out of your mouth before you’d realized and you grabbed the fresh beer he’d brought quickly, heat rushing through you.

Your question seemed to amuse him and he grinned as his green eyes caressed you, flicking down and back up slowly.

“Would y’like to find out?” he asked, wetting his lips.  “You look like th’type who’s not afraid of a little trouble.”

Instead of answering, you merely brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips, holding his gaze as you took a long draw.

“Wanna dance?” you asked and his smirk grew.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied, resting his hand on the small of your back and leading you out to the packed floor.

Moving to the music, you let him pull you closer, your ass fitting to his hips and your back pressed to his chest as his hands wandered lower, holding you in place as he ground against you.  As the song changed, you turned in his arms to face him, snaking your own arms around his neck.

“Y’know, I just realized somethin’,” you said over the thrum of the music.  “I don’t even know your name.”

For a moment he looked at you, considering whether he wanted to tell you or not.  “And why d’you wanna know?” he asked, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips as his hands lingered at your waist.

“So I know what name t’moan when you’re shaggin’ me in th’bathroom,” you answered, leaning in closer, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, his unruly dark curls tickling your cheek.  You had an idea of another spot you’d like for his curls to tickle.

The thought left you flushed and wanting, and when you pulled back, you found his pupils blown wide as well.  “I didn’t think you’d be into that,” he said.

You shrugged.  “I’m full of surprises.  You gunna tell me or not?” you asked flashing him an impish grin.

“It’s Luke,” he replied, his hands slipping lower.  “Yours?”

“[y/n].”

——

Before you knew what was happening, you were stumbling backwards into an empty stall, Luke’s mouth hot on yours and his tongue practically down your throat as your back pressed roughly into the wall, Luke fumbling to lock the door behind you.

In the cramped space with the door shut, the music and the crowd outside were muted and the only thing you could hear over the pounding of your blood in your ears was the heavy panting of your breath and the wet sounds of your kisses.

Luke tasted of beer and nicotine, and you moaned into his mouth as his hand snaked under your blouse to fondle at your tits while his knee parted your legs and you ground against his thigh needily.

“God, you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’tcha?” he chuckled, his mouth going to your neck, his teeth nipping at you, making you gasp.  “Are y’always this easy or am I special?” he asked, grinning smugly against you, pausing to suck at the skin near your collarbone, drawing a hiss of pain followed by a soft moan.

“It’s your fault for being so hot,” you murmured.  “Besides, you were th’one watchin’ me since y’got here,” you pointed out.  “I think you wanted me.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, pulling back to look you in the eye.  “As soon as I saw yeh, I knew I had t’have yeh.”

Your kiss swollen lips quirked.  “Why me?” you asked, truly curious.

Luke shrugged.  “Just did.”

“You’re a cocky bastard,” you pointed out, kissing him as your hand traveled down his chest to his crotch, palming his growing bulge and you relished the way he groaned as he pressed into your hand.  Without hesitation, you undid his belt and dark trousers, freeing his cock to stroke with your fingers, feeling him shiver at your touch.

Pulling back, you looked him in the eye as you lowered yourself to your knees before him.  

“Oh,” Luke sighed as you kissed his head, your tongue flicking against him teasingly.  “You are a filthy girl, aren’tcha?  I’m gunna ruin that pretty make-up,” he drawled, curling his long fingers into your hair as he thrust into your mouth.

Opening your jaw wider, your lipstick smearing against his shaft, he bucked impatiently as you blew him, his sharp moans only serving to turn you on more, your knickers no doubt a ruined mess by now.

For a moment you thought he was gunna come in your mouth, disappointment flooding you at the thought that you wouldn’t get to feel him inside you, til suddenly he pulled out.

Blinking up at him, you gasped a breath, quickly wiping the line of drool from your chin as he grinned down at you.  “What?  You seriously thought I’d pass up th’opportunity t’fill that tight little twat of yours?” he asked, raising his brows at you.

“Well, y’do seem a mite selfish,” you pointed out with a smirk as you stood, shimmying your tight pants down.

“Me, selfish?” Luke gasped.  “I’ll have you know I’ve never had any complaints,” he exclaimed and for a moment his cool facade wavered and you saw something vulnerable flash through his emerald eyes.

“I want you t’fuck me, Luke,” you purred, taking his hand to slip between your legs.  “Feel how wet you’ve made me.”

Luke’s breath hitched as he coated his fingers with your arousal, delving your folds experimentally before circling your clit, sending electricity coursing through you, and you moaned in his ear.

You watched him swallow, your gaze following the movement of his adam’s apple, his reaction pleasing you.  

“D’you want me?” you asked, playing with the lapels of his jacket.

“You have no fuckin’ idea, sweetheart,” he breathed and you turned, bending so he could press into you, and he wasted no time, barely letting you adjust as he filled you.

“Oh, f-fuck, Luke,” you gasped as he pounded into you, one hand bracing himself against the wall while the other wrapped round you, his fingers rubbing desperately against your clit.  The combination was enough to push you over the edge quickly, your legs wobbling as you came, crying out his name as he thrust into you one last time before quickly pulling out to spill his load over your exposed ass cheek.

Panting loudly for a moment, he pressed his forehead to your shoulder before straightening to clean you off, wiping up his mess with a wad of toilet paper and you pulled your pants back up, wiping the remainder of your smeared lipstick from your lips before turning back to him.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked, once more using that self assured smirk to mask a flash of uncertainty and you bit your lip as you gazed up at him.

“For a bathroom stall shag, that wasn’t bad,” you mused, a teasing note to your voice and you reached into his pocket to find his cell phone.

“Hey, what’re you doin’?” he exclaimed, reaching for his phone.

“Puttin’ my number in your mobile, so next time you can ask me round to yours for a proper shag,” you replied, your smirk growing as his thick brows disappeared into his dark mop of curls.

“There,” you murmured, slipping it back into his pocket as you chastely kissed his cheek.  “Thanks for the fun time.  I gotta get home.”

As you walked away, you could feel Luke’s gaze following you, and you glanced over your shoulder to flash him one more grin.  You weren’t exactly sure what had gotten into you, you normally didn’t hook up with strangers in public toilets, but something about Luke lowered your inhibitions and you honestly hoped he’d call you again.

“There you are!  Where’ve you been?” your mate exclaimed as you found her in the crowd.

“Around,” you answered, fighting back your grin, but with one look at you she knew something was wrong.

“Oh no, please tell me you didn’t--”

“Didn’t what?” you asked coyly, looping your arm with hers as you headed for the door.

“You shagged him, didn’t you?  [y/n],” she groaned, but you were too busy checking the text he’d just sent you.

[seanfalco]

Dog Eared Page | 04. Wondering

a collaborative crossover fic by @seanfalco​ & @imagine-you​

Pairing: Nathan Young x f!Reader/Luke x f!Reader (eventual Nathan x Reader x Luke) Warning(s): Language, Drug Mention, Smoking Word Count: 6.1k a/n: Mel and I are always a little curious if you can tell who wrote which part lol.

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"You alright?" [y/n] asked, her fingers working through his curls.  "You've been kind of quiet.  That's not like you at all."

"Just enjoyin' this, is all," Nathan mused.  He had his ear pressed to [y/n]'s chest, his eyes closed as he let the rise and fall of her chest lull him into a doze.  She thought he just liked using her tits as a pillow, which he did, but he also liked hearing her heartbeat.  It confirmed for him that this was real.  [y/n] was real and here and his, and she wasn't going anywhere. 

He couldn't really remember why they were lying on his mattress in the Community Centre or how they’d made up, but he was just so glad to have her back with him.  It had been torture seeing her every day and not being able to simply reach out for her.  It had felt for a while like she had been completely over him, but somehow he’d managed to win her back. 

He nestled his head in closer to her chest, enjoying the warmth that spread through him from feeling her pressed so close against him.  "So, you really forgive me?  For everythin’?"  He couldn't help but check and make sure that he was in the clear.  It all seemed too good to be true and he needed to know that what they had was really fixed.

"I do," [y/n] reassured him, tugging briefly on his hair. 

He glanced up at her to see she was smiling at him.  It was the smile that had always seemed like it was just for him— fond with just the slightest hint of exasperation, but love beneath it all.  He hadn't witnessed that look on her face in so long that he’d been starting to forget that it existed in the first place. 

Leaning up to place a kiss on her lips, he was sure he'd be up for another round, but it was at that moment his bladder had to go and ruin the mood. 

"Fuck," he whined against [y/n]'s lips. 

"What?  What is it?"

"I've gotta pee," he groaned before he reluctantly sat up.  "Don't go anywhere," he insisted before he got up.  He took a few steps away from the mattress before he was brought up short by the sound of [y/n] moaning. 

He turned around, thinking that she was merely getting started without him before he realized she wasn't alone.  It took him a moment to recognize who was on top of her, but when he did, his blood began to boil. 

"Fuck, Luke, that feels so good," [y/n] breathed before she turned her head, looking right at Nathan, her eyes meeting his.

Jolting awake, Nathan felt his heart hammer in his chest and he automatically reached out, looking for [y/n], but she wasn't there. 

"Fuck," he growled as he forced himself to sit up, scrubbing at his eyes.  "Just a stupid fuckin' nightmare," he realized, feeling conflicted. It was nice getting a moment with [y/n], even if it was just in his dreams, but then that Luke prick had shown up and ruined it all. 

He knew he was going to have to find a way to separate the two of them. If he didn't, his nightmare might very well come true. 

——

Nathan wasn't in the mood to do his service that day.  Sure, he'd usually jump at the chance to spend time with [y/n], but not if Luke was going to be there.  The new guy had a way of worming his way between them or of making Nathan look like a downright jackass compared to him.  Luke seemed to be ruining any remaining chance Nathan had with [y/n] and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to fix that.

"Fuckin' curly-haired prick thinks he can come in and steal my girl?  Well, he better get in line," Nathan muttered as he pulled on his jumpsuit.  "No one’ll be stealin’ my girl but me," he continued.  "Thinks he's so cool cause he gets people high.  He doesn't even do it for free!  I bet he marks up the prices and pockets the extra cash.  I bet he's a dirty thief too.  What a cunt," Nathan ranted, trying to get over the image of Luke on top of [y/n] his mind had gifted to him earlier that morning. 

He knew it wasn't real, but he had caught the way Luke and [y/n] had been practically eye-fuckin’ each other just the other day.

"No respect for me," he grumbled before he made his way down to the first floor. 

He knew he was probably a little late to join the others for the day, but when he didn't see anyone else waiting downstairs, he went looking, going to go check outside when a sound caught his attention, freezing for a moment before he realized what the sound had been. 

Moaning.  Someone was shaggin’ just behind the door to the storage room. 

Nathan’s mind went immediately to his nightmare and he moved towards the door, trying to figure out if it was [y/n] and Luke.  He tried pushing the corrugated metal door up, wanting to catch whoever it was in the act, but it was locked. 

Banging a fist on the door, he pressed his ear to it.  "Are you two shaggin' in there?" 

"Fuck off, you pervert!" Alisha yelled, causing a relieved smile to break out on Nathan's face.

"Piss off!" Curtis added, hitting the door in an effort to ward Nathan off.  He should have known that wouldn't work with Nathan, of all people. 

Thankful for the confirmation that it wasn't [y/n] and Luke having sex in the storage room— unless they were having some kind of orgy with Alisha and Curtis and hadn't thought to even invite him, he called to them through the door.

"Well, don't keep us waitin'!  We've got things to paint or trash to pick up!  Who knows?" 

"Just go away!" Curtis shouted, prompting Nathan to laugh before turning away.

If [y/n] wasn't shagging Luke in the storage room, then that was all he cared about at the moment.  Now, he just needed to make sure they weren't shagging somewhere else. 

——

You weren't really in the mood to deal with community service today.  If you were being honest with yourself, then you also weren't really in the mood to deal with Nathan today.  You were sure you’d get stuck doin’ something awful and you just weren't all that up to listening to Nathan try to win your trust back by spouting whatever nonsense he’d prepared for you today.  You hadn’t sleep well at all the night before, which you were sure had something to do with the stress of figuring out what to do with Gary and Tony’s bodies.  You were relieved that they weren't going to be a problem anymore, but you had a feeling that your troubles were just beginning. 

You weren't far from the Community Centre when you noticed Luke talking to a guy you didn't recognize.  Their heads were bent low towards each other and you wondered what they were talking about.  Luke was staring into the guy's eyes, an expression on his face you didn't recognize before you noticed a smile quirk up the corners of his mouth.

At first you figured you’d ask Luke if he wanted to walk with you the rest of the way to the Community Centre until you saw him hand over a small baggie to the stranger.  The other bloke nodded his head, handing over a handful of cash in return.

"Shit," you hissed, ducking out of sight when the stranger glanced around, as if checking that they were alone.  You realized then that Luke had been dealing, and weren't really sure how you felt about that, but you figured it was probably none of your business. 

Deciding to take a different route to the Community Centre so you wouldn't have to pass him, you set out again.  Luke seemed nice enough, but you were wary, unsure if you should admit to him that you’d seen him. 

By the time you got to the Community Centre and heard Nathan laughing about catching Alisha and Curtis wanking in the storage room, you hoped that your daily bout of service went quickly so you could crawl back into bed as soon as possible. 

——

Nathan thought joking about Curtis and Alisha gettin’ it on in private would have boosted his spirits more, but one look at Luke arriving at the Community Centre considerably dampened his mood.  Now, they were on trash duty again and even though he'd had fun for a while poking at Weird Kid with the trash picker, it still hadn't been enough to make him feel any better. 

He was just thinking about ways to keep [y/n] and Luke apart that didn't involve telling Luke [y/n] had herpes again when he felt someone bump into him. 

He glanced over to see that it was none other than Luke walking beside him. 

"What d’you want?" he demanded.

Nathan just knew this Luke bloke was a total prick.  He’d showed up outta the blue and thought he was all cool and suave just because he was some hot shot drug dealer?  Nathan could deal drugs too!  If he, y’know, could figure out where to buy them in the first place. 

Point was, he didn't really like Luke, but he was well on his way to outright despising the guy when he leaned over and nodded towards [y/n] walking ahead of them.

"I'm callin' bagsies on that one, mate," Luke told him before he shot Nathan a sly grin.

"What?" 

"Bagsies.  That one.  Right there," Luke stressed as he pointed to [y/n].  "With the, y'know," he helpfully supplied as he brought his hands up to cup under his pecs. 

"That's my girlfriend!" Nathan cried, feeling outraged that some newcomer could just waltz right in and call dibs on his girl.  His nightmare was starting to come true right before his very eyes and it seemed as if there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it. 

"Ex-girlfriend," Weird Kid pointed out. 

"Well, okay, yes...but it shouldn't matter!  What happened to bro code?  Honor among men, er well, young offenders!"

Luke shot him an unimpressed look before he clapped a hand to Nathan's shoulder.  "There's just one problem with that, then," he said.  "You're not my bro," he added before he began to make his way over towards [y/n].

"Tough luck, mate," Curtis said as he passed Nathan. 

"You're actin' like he's won [y/n]'s heart already!  I've still got a chance."

"Yeah, right," Alisha snorted before she bumped her shoulder against his as she followed after Curtis. 

Nathan was set to tell them off and maybe point out that they had no business sticking their nose into his relationship when Curtis got distracted by a girl waiting just outside the Community Centre. 

Nathan noticed Curtis freeze before he waved everyone else ahead.  Nathan, nosy as ever, couldn't help but keep an eye on the pair as Curtis addressed the girl.  He seemed awfully familiar with her and from the way the girl was watching Curtis, Nathan had a feeling they shared a past he was trying to hide from the rest of the group. 

He so badly wanted to know what they had going on, but his attention was snagged by [y/n] going off with Luke, separating from the rest of the group.  He felt his hands clench into fists at his side, jealousy washing over him as his nightmare replayed in his mind.

He figured at this point he would do just about anything to keep Luke and [y/n] from getting any closer, but he wasn't sure just how to accomplish that yet. 

——

You were walking ahead of the group, swinging your trash picker idly at your side, when you noticed someone sidle up to you. 

"Fancy a smoke?" Luke asked, nudging you in the side.  "We could play a little hookie and let th’others get started without us.  I'm sure they won't miss us."

You glanced over your shoulder to see Nathan was distracted by Curtis talking to some girl and you found yourself nodding your head in answer, curious about Luke and what he’d be like once the two of you were alone together. 

"Let's do it," you agreed, letting him lead you around the corner of the building away from the others.  He brought you to a picnic table situated away from where you were supposed to be picking up trash. 

You felt only the slightest bit guilty about leaving the others to start without you, but you figured you were owed at least a few moments of peace with a cute guy after the chaos of the last few days.

Luke hopped up onto the table before he gestured for you to join him and you sat down beside him, not able to hide your amusement when he scooted closer so that your thighs were touching. 

"You mentioned something about a smoke?" 

"Right," Luke muttered, patting down the front of his trousers before he reached into his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes. 

"Oh," you breathed.  You weren't sure what you’d been expecting, but after seeing Luke dealing that morning, you’d just kinda assumed he meant something other than an actual cigarette when he mentioned smoking. 

"What's th’matter?" Luke asked, frowning over at you as he lit the cigarette. 

"It's just..." you trailed off, not really sure how to continue.  You figured that you might as well come clean, since you didn't have a better lie ready to tell Luke anyway. "I saw you this morning," you finally admitted and he nodded. 

"Right," Luke said, taking a drag from the cigarette before he held it out to you.  "Thought I pulled you over here t’get high?" 

You couldn't tell if he thought it was funny or insulting, but you still decided to tread lightly.  As much as you wanted to get to know him, you honestly didn't know all that much about Luke yet.  You weren't really sure how to act around him or what his sense of humor was like, but you were startled to realize that you wanted to know.  You wanted to know anything he would tell you. 

"Sorry," you offered with a grimace.  "I just don't really... know you, and I'm not really sure what y’want."

"Then let's change that, yeah?"  He shot you a pleased smirk when you finally took a drag off the cigarette.  "What d'ya wanna know?"

You shrugged your shoulders, not really sure where to start.  "Why were you dealing before heading to community service?"  You knew it was kind of a heavy question to start with, but you couldn't help but wonder. 

"I gotta provide for myself, and that's all I really know how to do," he answered, something in his tone giving away that it wasn't completely accurate, but you didn’t press the issue. "Besides, it got a whole lot easier t’do after that freak storm that blew through here."

You felt your eyes widen at his words.  It couldn't be possible, could it?  What were the chances that the new addition to your group had also ended up being affected by the storm? 

"What’re you talkin’ about?"

"Well," Luke started before he took another drag, breathing out a cloud of smoke before handing the cigarette to you.  "I noticed somethin' funny after that storm.  When I’d first moved here, I had trouble findin’ some loyal clientele, but after that storm, it was like I could make ‘em interested, y’know?  I could make ‘em want the drugs even if they didn't at first.  It took me a while to understand what I was doin’, but I was makin’ them addicted.  Oh, don't look at me like that," he said when you shot him a worried look.  

"I don't really know how it works, but I've never harmed anyone with it.  No one's died or OD'd or anythin’.  It's just...a way to make ends meet," he finally offered with a shrug of his shoulders.  "I ain’t exactly proud of it or anything, but I've gotta support myself somehow.  Y’wouldn’t want me t’be homeless would yeh?" he asked.

"Huh," you breathed, at a loss for anything else to say.  Helping Luke finish off the cigarette, you sat there in silence for a while.

"So," he started as he dropped the cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his sneaker.  "Have you got one too?  A power? Noticed anythin’ different after the storm?"

"Sort of," you started, not really sure how to explain what was going on with you.  "I think it's tied to my emotions.  I get angry and I blow shit up.  That's all it's been so far, but I figure there has t’be more to it than that, y’know?"

"I bet there is," Luke agreed, shooting you a considering look.  "You should try testin’ it out.  See what happens when you feel different stuff.  Happiness or sadness or fear.  Lust," he added after a moment, eyeing you with a smirk.  "You should definitely test that one out."

"Oh, I should, huh?" you couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head as you glanced away from him. 

Luke was silent for a moment and you glanced over at him to see him lost in thought.  He grabbed another cigarette before lighting it, taking a quick drag as if steeling himself, before he seemed to finally decide to just go ahead and ask what was on his mind. 

“Okay, I hafta ask, is that prick, Nathan, really your ex?  You dated him?” Luke asked, blowing a stream of smoke skyward as he looked over at you, his brows hiding in his curls.

Snatching the cigarette from his fingers, you scoffed.  “Yes, okay!” you answered, fighting back a grin in response to the one on Luke’s face that said he was holding back laughter.

“But why?  Does he have a giant cock or somethin’?”

“Luke!” you gasped, laughter spilling forth despite your best efforts at holding it back.

“What?  C’mon, it’s a valid question!  I had t’ask!  I mean, what other reason would you’ve had t’date a git like that?  What could y’possibly see in him?”

“Rude,” you exclaimed, gasping playfully as you looked over at him, your laughter infectious and soon he was joining you.

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean it like that,” Luke explained, grinning at you.  “I’m just curious.”

“You really wanna talk about Nathan right now?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

For a long moment Luke considered you, bringing the fresh cigarette to his lips, holding it between his slender fingers.

“No, not really,” he admitted, his laughter dying away.  “I’m more interested in whether I have a chance with yeh,” he said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

Feeling your cheeks heat, you quickly looked down.  Clearing your throat, you avoided his question, answering instead his earlier one.

“Nathan’s not a prick all th’time, y’know?  Just… most of th’time,” you murmured.  “Sure, he’s an immature arse, which is part of the reason we broke up, but it’s been exacerbated lately by the fact that he’s jealous…” you muttered.

“He’s jealous, huh?” Luke asked, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips that made your stomach somersault.  “Of me?”

“Clearly,” you answered, again fighting back a grin.  

“Should he be?” Luke asked coyly, eyeing you expectantly.

Hesitating for a moment, you let your gaze travel over him before answering, grinning as you snatched the cigarette from his fingers to bring back to your lips.

“A little, yeah,” you answered and Luke’s brows shot up excitedly.

“So I do have a chance with yeh?”

“Play your cards right, yeah,” you answered, feeling slightly giddy.  You had to admit, you missed the excitement of being chased, the flirty back and forth banter, the sexual tension.  

Silence fell as you smiled to yourself, watching a piece of litter blow past you, carried by the wind as you lazily blew a trail of smoke.

“Can I ask yeh somethin’?” Luke mused, and you glanced over at him.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Y’said the other day that th’only reason you’re here is cause of your ex,” he pointed out, and you grimaced, sensing where he was going with this.  “So, what exactly did he do?  It can’t really be from eatin’ some pick ‘n’ mix,” he scoffed.  At the flat stare you directed at him, Luke’s brows rose.  “No fuckin’ way!”

“Oh, yeah,” you exclaimed, flicking the spent cigarette butt away.  “It’s an oversimplification, but yeah, basically.”

“Okay, now I have t’hear this,” Luke muttered as you launched into the story of that night.

——

“Are y’ready t’get your arse whooped?” Nathan exclaimed smugly as he pulled his bowling ball from his bag to set in the rack with the others.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m totally gunna cream you,” you countered cheekily, picking out a ball for yourself.

“Just cause we’re datin’ doesn’t mean I’m gunna go easy on yeh!” Nathan pointed out, waggling his eyebrows at you before pulling you into his lap, his mates groaning, tired of your rather frequent public displays of affection.

“I don’t need you to, t’wipe th’ floor with yeh,” you countered with a smirk.

“Shall we make a little wager, then?” Nathan asked, his grin growing.

“Like what?”

“How ‘bout, loser has t’give th’winner victory head afterwards… in th’ public toilets,” he suggested, raising his brows at you.

Considering for a moment, a flash of excitement rushing through you, you held out your hand to shake on it.  “You’re on, Young,” you exclaimed, letting him up to take his turn, rolling your eyes as he suggestively licked his bowling ball before sending it down the lane, holding his surprisingly graceful followthrough as he watched the ball’s progress.

“C’mon you beautiful bitch!” he muttered, his eyes following the ball as it began to roll toward the outer edge, missing every single pin as it fell into the gutter.

“So close!” he exclaimed, turning to face you and his friends, holding his fingers close together, completely unbothered by his gutter ball.

“Oh yeah babe, you nearly had it,” you laughed, watching him try again.

To your chagrin however, Nathan managed to beat you in the first game.  Barely.

“Best two outta three?” you offered, hoping for another chance, even though you really weren’t all that upset about losing the bet. 

“Alright, fine, but I’ll just beat yeh twice as bad, then,” Nathan exclaimed with a boastful laugh.  “But first, I’m hungry.  I’ll be right back, princess!” he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to your check before ambling off.

“Okay,” you called as Nathan wandered toward the concessions.  He’d only been gone for like five minutes when you heard his voice over the P.A. system.

“Help!  I’m bein’ attacked by a chick with a dick!  Aaaaaaahhh!” he cried before being cut off.

Frowning, you jumped to your feet, instantly finding the source of the commotion as several security guards rushed in to take Nathan down not far from your lane.

“Nathan?  Nathan!” you exclaimed, hurrying over.  “Nathan, what th’fuck?”

“You know this delinquent?” the manager demanded, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he frowned down at Nathan.  Before you could answer, however, Nathan began convulsing on the ground, rather convincingly, even if you knew it was nothing more than a wind up.

“Get off him, he’s havin’ a fit!  Call an ambulance!” the manager cried as Nathan flopped over once more and fell still, the guards pinning him down quickly letting him loose.

Seconds later, however, he cracked an eye, glancing up at you before he was back on his feet and had grabbed your arm as he took off running, a wild look in his eyes and a grin on his face.  “Nathan, what’re you doing?” you hissed as he dragged you with him, leading the rent-a-cops and the bowling alley manager on a merry little chase across the room, ending with the pair of you slipping down the greased lanes, attempting to crawl through to the back where they caught up to you and carted you back to the manager’s office anyway.

“I was like you when I was younger.  I thought I knew everything.  I was a right cocky little arsehole.”

Nathan leaned forward against the manager’s desk, sizing the bloke up, an amused look on his face.  

Oh, this approach, huh? you thought, rolling your eyes.  You knew Nathan better than that, it’d never work.  His problem was, he didn’t care.  He saw everything as a joke, and this would be no different.

“And look where it got you,” Nathan replied cheekily, gesturing to the cramped little office.  “You’re livin’ the dream, man.”

“You think you’re better than all this?” the manager scoffed incredulously, his gaze flicking to you as if asking if Nathan was for real.

“I know I’m better than all this,” Nathan insisted, he too glancing over to you for a moment.  “Because, Bev, if I’m not, I’ll probably hafta kill myself.”

You couldn’t help but groan as Nathan fired a staple across the table at the man, playing with his staple gun before it got wrenched out of his grasp.

“Look, I’ve done muckin’ around!” Bev cried, his voice raising.  “You either pay for this damage, or I’ll call th’police.  What’s it to be?” he asked, his gaze now taking in the pair of you.  “You seem like a reasonable young lady, I’m sure you want to avoid all this unpleasantness,” he reasoned.

“Of course I do,” you exclaimed through clenched teeth as you flashed a glare at Nathan.  “I don’t… I don’t have any extra money right now.  I just paid my rent…” you trailed off, shaking your head, your stomach churning.  

“Call the police!” Nathan exclaimed suddenly to your horror, and you gaped at him, Bev looking between the two of you uncertainly as he reluctantly picked up the phone.  As soon as it was to his ear Nathan threw his hands up.  “No, wait, hold on.  Hold on.  I’ll pay th’damage, alright?” 

Bev hung up the phone with a confused look on his face and you let out a breath as Nathan turned to grin at you, mischief in his eyes and your stomach flipped once more.  

“Nathan—” 

“Actually, y’know, forget it.  Call th’cops!” he exclaimed, turning back to the manager.  Before the phone was back in his hand, Nathan was already changing his mind again.

“Stop dickin’ around!” Bev cried, looking at you almost apologetically.

Pulling his wallet from his back pocket Nathan finally handed over his debit card and Bev left the room to go run it.  As soon as the door shut behind him, you turned on Nathan.

“What’re you playin’ at?” you hissed, anger welling up inside you.  “All y’hafta do is pay for the damn pick ‘n’ mix, but you’ve pulled me into this stupid stunt of yours and you almost let him call the fuckin’ cops!  I can’t believe you, Nathan!  Don’t you care about gettin’ me in trouble? ” you demanded.  This was the last fuckin’ thing you needed right now.

“Relax, will yeh?” Nathan said, turning in his chair toward you, holding his hands out in a soothing gesture.  “I’ve got it taken care of, babe,” he assured you.  “Y’think I’d really let you take th’fall for this?  Besides, it’s nothin’,” he insisted, his lips curling.

Suddenly the door opened and Bev stormed back in, throwing Nathan’s debit card at him.  “It’s expired, hasn’t it!”

“Bev!” Nathan cried, fighting back laughter and your mouth fell open.  

“You’ve got t’be kiddin’ me!” you exclaimed incredulously.

“Get someone down here right now t’pay for this!” Bev insisted, angrily and Nathan let out a sigh. “Alright, okay,” he gave in, pulling his mobile out, no doubt to call his mum.

“Hey mum, it’s me!  Yeah, everything’s fine, it’s all good!” he insisted, turning to direct a smile at you, which you met with a stony glare.  “There is one little thing I need yeh t’do for me…”  After a minute or so, he hung up the phone.  “I forgot, she’s on holiday in Spain.”

“Nathan, c’mon,” you exclaimed, trying not to let your voice waver, your frustration beginning to border on tears.

“What about you?  You have family that can get you out of this?” Bev asked, turning to you and you grimaced.  

“They’re on holiday too,” you grumbled, doubtful if they’d come to bail you out anyway, not if they knew Nathan was involved.

Shaking his head, the manager was called out to the front, once more leaving you and Nathan alone, with the admonition not to make a mess while he was gone.

Crossing your arms over your chest you carefully avoided looking at your boyfriend, stewing in your anger, not trusting yourself to talk at the moment, but Nathan didn’t seem too worried, leaning back in his chair to prop his feet up on the edge of Bev’s desk.

You’d lost track of time, but maybe a half hour later the door opened back up and Bev came back in with a man that looked familiar, though you could’ve sworn you’d never met him before.

“Your dad’s here.”

Nathan sat up, letting out a heavy sigh, carefully avoiding your gaze.  “What’re you doin’ here?” he scoffed, frowning over at the man Bev had introduced as Nathan’s father.  You could definitely see the resemblance, you thought despite your anger.  His unruly salt and pepper curls giving it away.

“Your mum called me from Spain,” his dad answered, his gaze flicking from Nathan to you.  “So what’d you do?” he asked.

“Nothin’,” Nathan answered with a shrug and your mouth fell open.  

“I get dragged out in th’middle of the night, and hafta come all th’way down here because you did nothin’?” his dad exclaimed, annoyance filling his voice.  

“It looks that way,” Nathan replied stubbornly.  You knew he could be contrary, but this was something else entirely.  You’d never seen Nathan this obstinate before and you gathered there had to be history there.  Probably why he’d never brought you round to meet the man.

“So, what’s it gunna cost me t’sort this out then?” Nathan’s father asked, turning his attention to Bev.

Before he could answer, Nathan spoke up, anger tinging his voice.  “I don’t want your money,” he said firmly and you sat up straighter.

“What?” you snapped.

“Oh, really?  Cause I don’t see anyone else rushing down here t’bail you out,” his dad snapped.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask yeh t’come down here and bail me out, so—“

“Nathan!” you exclaimed.

“Don’t be a wanker,” his dad exclaimed, drawing an amused chuckle from Bev.  You watched, incredulous, as Nathan and his dad argued for several more minutes until finally his dad straightened, shaking his head angrily before shooting you an apologetic look and pushing out the door, leaving Bev to call the cops after all.

“Think they’ll give us a moment for you t’make good on our wager?” Nathan asked as you waited for the police to arrive to arrest the pair of you.

“You think I really wanna suck your cock right now, Nathan Young?” you snapped, ignoring the way Bev’s eyebrows rose.

“Maybe,” he answered, eyeing you hopefully.

“Dream on, you arse,” you muttered, angrier than you felt you ever had been before.  “I can’t believe you’re gettin’ me arrested,” you cried.  “Your dad was gunna help us—!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want his help!” Nathan replied, Bev watching your back and forth argument like a tennis match.

“But what about me?  D’you even care that I’m gunna get in trouble?  I can’t afford t’lose my job over this shite, Nathan!”

“Oh, you’ll be fine!”

“How d’you know that?” you demanded.

“[y/n], c’mon,” he scoffed.

“No, you c’mon.  I can’t believe I thought you cared about me.”

“I do,” Nathan insisted, looking at you as if you must be joking.

“No, y’don’t.  If you did, you wouldn’t let me take th’fall for your childish actions.  You’re a fuckin’ prick, and we’re done.”

“You don’t mean that!  I give it a day and you’ll be running back t’me!”

Bev shook his head, a pitying look in his eye that Nathan didn’t seem to like, his facade beginning to crack, desperation beginning to fill his expression.

“Y’don’t—“ he insisted again.

“Watch me.”

——

“So, that’s why y’broke up with him?” Luke asked, crushing the rest of his cigarette butt out on the concrete, blowing the last of the smoke away.  “Not that I blame yeh.  That was a real prick move.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, feeling rather vindicated.

Yes, getting an ASBO and two hundred hours of community service out of Nathan’s little stunt was a big deal, but what bothered you the most was that he didn’t for a moment seem to care that he might be fucking you over by his actions, it was all just a big joke to him.  You knew Nathan could be selfish, and immature, and irresponsible, but you’d hoped that when it came to you he wouldn’t be, but he’d proved you wrong, and it hurt.

“Hey,” Luke said, pulling you from your thoughts, noticing the frown on your face.  “Fuck that guy.  He didn’t appreciate a good thing when he had it.  So, fuck ‘im.”

“Luke…” you murmured, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach taking flight, unable to stop them as you found yourself lost in his emerald gaze before you realized you were both leaning in, your lips mere centimeters apart.

You should just kiss him.  You know you want to.

And you did want to… but a thought struck you.  Did you want t’kiss Luke right now because you wanted him, or because you just wanted to kiss anybody?

“Luke...” you breathed, sighing as you pulled back slightly.

“What is it?” he asked, frowning as his eyes flicked to yours.

“I can’t.”

“What?  Why not?” he asked, disappointment thick in his voice.

“It’s too soon,” you replied, shaking your head slightly.

“Is it cause of him?” he asked, his brows drawing down.

“No!” you answered quickly, your hands running over his chest.  “It’s just… too soon.  I don’t want this t’be just some rebound, y’know?” you explained, your words seeming to placate him.

“Alright,” he murmured with a sigh.  “I mean, one little kiss ain’t gunna hurt, but alright.  I get it.  I can wait,” he paused, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.  “It’ll be worth it.”

——

“Oh ho, and where have you two been?” Alisha exclaimed, wearing a knowing smirk as you and Luke rejoined the group, your arm brushing his as you walked.

“Went for a smoke,” Luke answered truthfully, though his eyes danced with mischief, his insinuation clear, and guilt flooded you with one look at Nathan’s hurt expression. 

You were about to insist that nothing had happened when you remembered that Nathan had already done much more than just almost kiss someone else.  You didn’t owe him anything.  Not anymore.  

Anger washed through you afresh and you merely lifted your chin defiantly, plastering a coy smirk to your face that only made his frown deepen.

“Smoke break, right,” Alisha scoffed doubtfully.

“Oh whatever!” Nathan grumbled, kicking a can out of his way as he stormed ahead.

“Y’know, you should get used t’this,” Luke muttered as he approached Nathan some time later, grabbing a stray piece of litter with his trash picker.

“Used t’what?” Nathan shot back, furtively glancing past Luke to [y/n] before focusing on his new rival.

“Used t’seein’ me and [y/n] together.  I told yeh I’d bagsied her.”

Nathan’s expression darkened, his lips pursing as his thick brows drew down.  “Yeah well, good luck with that.  You dunno what she likes, how t’... pleasure her th’way she likes!” he exclaimed, clutching at straws.

“Yeah well, that’s th’fun part isn’t it?  Figurin’ it out,” Luke countered smugly.  “She fancies me, mate.  Face it, you had your chance and y’blew it.  No hard feelin’s though.  In fact, I ought t’be thankin’ yeh,” Luke exclaimed, clapping his hand to Nathan’s shoulder.  “So, thank you,” he said before moving away, leaving Nathan to glare after him, mouth agape.

“Oh, it is on!  I’m not given’ up without a fight, y’twat!” Nathan called after Luke.  

However, the only person to pay him any mind was Simon.  

“Good luck,” he offered awkwardly, but Nathan merely scowled, walking away.

Oh, he was gunna win [y/n] back.  He would.  If it was th’last thing he did.

​

[seanfalco]

Sixty-Nine

Luke x f!Reader

Prompt: I wish you would write a fic that continues the Luke x Reader series where Luke goes down on her/they 69. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Language, Recreational drug use, Smut, Oral (m & f receiving) a/n: gif credit to @/santacarlahorrorshow

Giggling, you looked over at Luke, passing him back the joint he’d rolled for you to share.  “Can you blow a smoke ring?” you asked, watching him shamelessly as he placed the end of the blunt between his lips, the ones you were dying to kiss.

“Course I fuckin’ can,” he boasted, cocking an eyebrow at you before taking a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment.  Concentrating, wanting to impress you, he opened his mouth, forming an ‘O’ with his lips and blew.  At first nothing happened, except a puff of smoke leaving his lips, and you let out an amused snort.

“Was that it?”

Frowning in frustration, Luke held up his finger, shushing you as he tried again, flicking his tongue in his mouth as he blew, this time getting it right, flashing you a triumphant, if somewhat cocky grin as the wobbly smoke ring dissipated.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you murmured, watching the way his tongue flicked across his bottom lip as he offered you back the joint.  It took you a moment to realize he was waiting for you and you gave a start as you noticed, quickly plucking it from his long fingers and taking a hit, letting your high roll over you, filling you, pulling you under its relaxing spell.

Glancing over, you found Luke still watching you through heavy lidded eyes, and you flashed him a grin.  

“What yeh thinkin’ ‘bout?” he asked after a moment, unabashedly letting his gaze trail over your body and you felt yourself flush despite your lowered inhibitions.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout… your mouth...” you mused, scooting closer to him on the floor, and his brows rose as you ran your fingers over his parted lips.

“My mouth, huh?  What about ‘it?” he asked cheekily, letting his tongue brush against your finger for just a moment, sending a shiver through you at the touch.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout how you’ve never eaten me out yet,” you answered.

Luke’s brows rose and you caught his mouth fall open for a moment before recovering, his cheeky grin replacing his surprise moments later.  

“You’re right… I haven’t, have I?” he mused, rolling toward you, his hand dancing over your waist as he worked to unbutton your jeans.

“What’re y’doing?” you gasped.

“Rectifyin’ that,” he answered, his lips catching yours as he fumbled with your jeans.  “Wanna taste yeh, dirty girl,” he teased.

Kissing him back with a soft moan, you blindly reached for the ashtray to put out the joint before lifting your hips and helping him peel your jeans down, kicking them away.

Practically leaping up, Luke quickly positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you from your thighs and your breath caught at the sight.

“You look good down there,” you laughed, reaching out to bury your fingers in his messy dark curls.

“Yeah, you’re gunna need t’hold on, love,” he teased before lowering his face, his lips pressing to your cunt as his fingers spread your folds, his tongue gliding across your sex and circling your clit bringing a gasp to your lips.

“Oh, Luke— yes, like that,” you whispered, your fingers digging into his scalp as he lapped at you, his teasing caresses turning firmer, pleasure beginning to course through you.

“You’re gunna repay me for this afterward, right?” Luke asked, suddenly lifting his face, his lips curling mischievously, knowing exactly what he was doing. 

“Is that all you can think of at a time like this?” you asked incredulously.  

“Well, yeah, it’s a little hard t’focus, cause my cock’s so hard right now,” he answered as if it were obvious.  

“Isn’t knowing you’re making me feel good it’s own reward?” you countered cheekily.

“I mean you are hot and y’taste so good, but…” Luke trailed off shrugging, pausing to blow lightly over your sex.

Rolling your eyes you let out an impatient huff.  “Fine, but I have a better idea.”

Sitting up, you pushed Luke back onto his knees, kissing him as you worked to undo his jeans, groaning as you tasted yourself still on his lips.

“I didn’t mean y’had to now—“ he protested as you pressed him to his back, sliding his pants and boxers down, stroking his cock as it sprung free.  As soon as your lips wrapped around him however, his words melted, a choked moan leaving his throat as you took all of him into your mouth, his tip bumping the back of your throat.

You didn’t give him time to get used to it though, pulling his cock from your mouth with a soft pop, relishing his petulant whine as you sat up, crawling next to him.

“[y/n], what’re you—?”

“I told you I had something else in mind,” you murmured, throwing your leg over his face, hovering above him as you pulled your shirt over your head.

“Ohhh, I see,” Luke exclaimed, running his hands up your thighs as he licked his lips.  “I like this idea.”

“I thought y’might,” you replied, wriggling your hips teasingly above him.  “That way neither of us have t’wait.”

“You’re so clever, I like that about yeh,” he admitted as you bent forward, situating yourself, getting comfortable before gripping the base of his cock and licking along his length, feeling it jump at your touch.  Groaning as he buried his face in your cunt, Luke set to work with his own tongue, exploring you at this angle before finding a rhythm, focusing on your clit.

Letting out a shaky breath you couldn’t help grinding against his face as you blew him, moaning each time he bucked impatiently into your mouth.

You could feel your pleasure plateauing, hovering just at the point of no return and you bobbed your head faster, your jaw starting to ache, desperately wanting to make Luke come soon as well.  Dividing your focus between giving and receiving pleasure, you thought it would be more difficult to enjoy yourself, but you found you sucked him off more vigorously the better it felt for you, spurred on by your own pleasure, the whole thing incredibly hot.  

You felt Luke give your thigh a squeeze and wondered if that meant he was growing close as well.

Suddenly he began moving his tongue faster, lapping at your clit with broader more forceful strokes than before.  The constant friction quickly tipped you over the edge, your climax seizing you and you let out a loud muffled moan, the vibrations against his cock apparently enough to send him as well, giving a spasm as he came suddenly in your mouth, his tongue slowing against you as he caught his breath, giving you one last teasing lick to make you shudder in your rather oversensitized state.

Gathering the last of his cum on your tongue, you quickly swallowed it before pushing yourself up and resituating yourself next to him with a satisfied sigh.

“So, how was that?” you asked, clearing your throat. 

“That was fuckin’ hot,” Luke exclaimed, his voice slightly hoarse, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to his side as he propped his other arm behind his head, the picture of smug contention.  “You’re more than welcome t’do that more often.”  

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that,” you laughed.  “Now where’s the rest of that blunt.”