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I have chosen to write a Matt Sturniolo angsty fic. I also want to give a shoutout to @cursedtriplets for helping me come up with the idea. Enjoy! 🖤

Summary: Things go downhill, and downhill fast when reader catches their crushes girlfriend cheating on him at a party.

Warnings: strong language, angsty, partying, drinking alcohol, blackmail, mentions of cheating, reader being sad, angry, all of the emotions, slight arguing, friends to lovers, happy ending

Word Count: 6.3k

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The news about Matt getting a girlfriend hit you hard, it felt like salt to a stab wound - the stab wound being you not saying anything sooner.

Her name was Scarlett, but everyone called her Letty, per her request.

The first time you met her, it was kind of awkward. She didn’t really say much of anything and you felt judgment radiating off of her, but you seemed to be the only one to pick up on that because no one said anything after she left.

Over the next few weeks of her meeting everyone, she really opened up. It was almost like she became a totally different person, a bitch if you will.

She would glare at you when you would say anything involving Matt, or even glance in his general direction.

For example, the one night you all ordered in and decided to just hang out at their house. Nick and Chris were going around telling stories about Matt, you know, trying to embarrass the new boyfriend, and she was laughing and going along with it for the most part.

But, as soon as you opened your mouth to tell the story about how they took you to top golf one time and Matt almost fell over the edge, she changed the subject, suddenly wanting to start the first movie of the night.

You brushed it off, along with the other hundreds of little things she’s done within the time she was there.

“Hey.” You whisper as you sit down next to Nick on the couch, “Are you busy?”

He shakes his head, glancing up at you from his phone, “Why are we whispering?”

“Because I don’t wa-“

You stop talking as Matt and Letty come out from his room, “Hey, I’m taking her home. I’ll be back in a little.”

“Nice seeing you Letty.” Nick smiles and she waves, giving him a big cheery smile back, “Bye Nick!” She glances over at you and pulls Matt with her down the steps.

You wait for the door to close and you head snaps towards Nick, “Did you see that?” He shrugs, shaking his head, “See what? How she didn’t say bye to you?”

“Yeah, and how she just looked at me.” You shake your head, “I don’t.. I don’t think she’s really good for Matt.”

“When I ask you this, I’m not trying to make you mad or anything, okay.” Nick looks at you and you nod, “I won’t get mad.”

He raises his brows and lets out a sigh, “Are you saying this because you’re jealous she’s dating Matt?”

“N-no. I’m not.. jealous.. why would you even ask that? I’m asking because she doesn’t seem to accept that I’m one of Matt’s best friends.”

“Why do you think that?” Nick tilts his head and you sigh, trying to regulate your anger from growing into something bigger, “Every time I’m around you guys she’s all over him, and when I try to tell a story about Matt, she cuts me off and practically begs to go home.”

You snap, “That time you and Chris were telling stories about Matt, she was all giggly and going along with it, but as soon as I spoke up to say about how he almost fell off the ledge at top golf, she magically wanted to start the movie night.”

Nick sits there in silence and you tilt your head, “I’m not jealous of Letty. Okay. I’m just.. looking out for Matt, he deserves someone who isn’t going to use him for.. looking better.”

“You think.. Letty.. is using Matt for clout?” Nick’s brows furrow and he shakes his head, “I think they really like each other. She’s a total sweetheart, y/n. I think you just-“

“If you say I have unresolved problems, I am going to smack you upside the head.” You glare at him and he tries not to laugh, “I’m just saying, that you need to look at the bigger picture. Matt seems to be happy, and he’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

You chew on your cheek, not really wanting to argue, “Yeah. You’re right.” You stand up, walking over to the hook to grab your keys, “I’ll see you later.”

“Y/n.” Nick groans, “Wait, I didn’t mean- you said you wouldn’t get mad!”

You look over at him, “You didn’t do anything, Nick. It’s good, we’re good. Just please, don’t say anything to him.”

He nods and you give him a small smile, “Thank you.”

You walk down the steps and you glance up, seeing Nick staring down at you from over the ledge, “Do you like Matt?”

“Bye, Nick.” You laugh and walk out of the front door to your car. You stop when you see Matt pull in next to you, but you force yourself to just walk to your car.

“Hey. Leaving so soon?” He asks as he gets out, and you glance back at him, giving him a nod, “Yeah, I have to go shopping for an outfit for this party.”

That was a lie. You already had one.

“Oh, okay.” Matt nods, tapping the top of his car, “Well, have fun.” As you open your door to get in, Matt walks up to you, “Wait. Before you go..” he pauses and you look up at him, “What’s up?”

You can feel the anger building up inside of you, wanting to burst out from him not seeing just how bad his longest best friend is being treated by someone he just met.

“What do you think of Letty?”

The words made your skin scrawl, you wanted to just get in your car and drive away without having to answer that question, but you had more respect for Matt than that.

“I think.. she’s pretty.” You laugh slightly, which causes him to laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

You swallow what you really want to say, tilting your head as you rest your arm on the top of your car, “I think she’s good for you, Matt.” You shrug, “I mean, we all just met her, not at that long ago, but I think it’s going good.”

He gives you a slightly weird look, but nods, “Yeah, I’m just glad that everyone gets along. It would be pretty weird if we didn’t, you know?”

You stifle back a laugh, “I think it’s all good. Going good. Um..” you point to your car, “I’m going to be late for picking up Gabs, so.. I better..”

“Yeah yeah, you’re good.” He smiles, tapping your car, “I’ll see you later.”

“Are you going to the party tomorrow?”

He turns around, shaking his head, “Not my scene, but you have fun though. Call if you need anything, alright?”

“Yeah.” You nod, “I will.” You get into your car, glancing up as Matt walks into his house and you let out a sigh, allowing the self ass kicking to begin.

I lied to Matt, I never lie to Matt. Wait, I’ve lied about having feelings for him. Pretending everything is super platonic between us- Why can’t I just be honest with him? Fucking Christ.

A part of you was terrified to even say anything about your feelings towards him in the first place. You were, still are, scared it would affect the perfect, well, almost perfect relationship you have now. You haven’t ever really lied to Matt, the only time you really did lie, was when you were planning a surprise party for him and his brothers.

Besides, Matt showed absolutely no interest in being with you in anyway more than a friend. All of his actions were consistent, nothing more nothing less.

Your mind stays busy and loud the whole way to your house, from Matt, to your conversation with Nick before you left, to every interaction you’ve had with Letty, and then the upcoming party.

You were really banking on getting so fucked up at this party that you just forget about everything for a while.

You needed a mental break.

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Since you got home yesterday, Nick texted you a few times to make sure you weren’t actually mad at him, and you weren’t.

He clocked you on your shit, why would you be mad at him for being right about that?

You were jealous. You are jealous.

You’re jealous of a girl who has what you’ve wanted for so, so long, but at the end of the day, it comes down to being no one fault but your own.

For keeping your feelings in a block of cement in the back of your mind.

Your phone chimes, and you let out a sigh, half expecting it to be another just making sure we’re good text from Nick, but it wasn’t. It was Gabbie, You still going tonight? I’ll pick you up around eight.

You tap the screen, giving her a short and sweet answer, So ready to get wasted.

You toss your phone down and head to the bathroom for a shower. You took your time with it, then getting out and blow drying your hair before making your way to get dressed.

As you sat down at your vanity to do your makeup, your phone chimes and you glance back, shaking it off before turning back to continue your makeup. After a minute or so, the second notification goes off.

You groan, spinning around and leaning forward to grab it. To your surprise, it’s a text from Matt, Hey, Letty is going to this party tonight, do you think you can look out for her? She said she’d be fine, but she’s told me stories of her and alcohol not being friends and I just worry.

“Oh great, so now I’m a babysitter?” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you type back, Yeah, I’ll watch out for her.

He texts back a quick thanks, and you return to finish getting ready.

Finally, after finishing your makeup, you were ready and Gabbie was just pulling up. You walk out, getting into her car, “Guess what duty I have tonight.”

“Oh no. What?” Gabbie looks over at you as you buckle and you scoff, “Fucking babysitting duty.”

“For who!?”

“Matt, well. Letty.” You roll your eyes, “He texted me and asked me to watch out for her since he isn’t going to be there. I don’t know.” You look over at her, “Something doesn’t feel right about it.”

“Yeah, that’s a little sketchy.” She nods, “Why doesn’t Matt just go?”

“Says it’s not his scene, which, I get. He isn’t big into parties.. never has been, really.”

“How’s that situation going?” Gabbie asks, “The whole, you having feeling for M-“

“It’s not.” You cut her off, “So yesterday, before I left their house, I tried bringing it up to Nick but he just called me out on the truth and I didn’t want to accept the truth, so I just left. He keeps asking if we’re good, and I keep telling him yeah, which isn’t a lie, I’m just..” you stop, taking a breather, “I’m just pissed at myself for letting something I could have potentially gotten, go.”

Gabbie nods, “Tonight is your night to just let go. Do what you want. Drink what you want. I’ll keep a lookout for Letty, you just have fun and focus on you.”

“Thanks, but if something happens to her, godforbid it’ll fall back on me somehow.” You shake your head, “I can only hope that she just decides to stay home.”

But that wasn’t the case.

She was there, almost all of her was there.

She showed up in this super tight dress that barely covered anything. Two post its and a corn chip would suffice better than this dress, one wrong move and out comes a boob.

“I wonder if Matt knows she’s wearing that.” You swallow as you look at Gabbie, “I wouldn’t wear that even if he was with me, you know?”

“Just like you said a few days ago, y/n. You have more respect for him than she does.” She takes your hand into hers, “Come on. She’ll be fine.”

Over the next hour, the party grew larger and your urge to be there grew smaller.

You tried pushing through, but Matt was heavy on your mind. He was like welded into it, nothing could push past it.

She doesn’t deserve him.

He’s too good for her, hell he’s too good for me, even.

“Hey.” Gabbie snaps you from your thoughts, “Come with me to the bathroom?” You nod, taking her hand and following her up the steps.

You haven’t seen Letty in a little while, as soon as she showed up she blended into the crowd with the other petty snobs.

“Wait.” You whisper, pulling Gabbie to a halt, “Listen.”

“I thought you had a boyfriend, Scar.” A guy’s voice breathes out, “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” You furrow your brows and step closer to the door that’s cracked open.

“I do, but do you see him anywhere?” Letty giggles and your heart sinks into your ass. You look at Gabbie a she shakes her head as she mouths, “I’m gonna fucking kill her for you.”

You hold your hand up as Letty giggles, “I like Matt, don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about him that I like more. Something that will.. help me in the long run.”

“Oh yeah?” The guy chuckles, “What’s that?”

“His fame. His followers. Once they upload the video of me in it, I’m bound to get some of his followers, right? And then you know what will happen after that.” She laughs and the sound of making out ensues, “More fame for me.”

A few people come up the steps and you panic, pushing Gabbie into the bathroom. You flip the lock on the knob and press your ear to the door.

“There the fuck you are!” The one guy slurs, “Come on, it’s pong time!”

“You guys go, I’ll be right down.” The same guy from the room answers, “I have to finish something first.” You hear Letty speak up, “No it’s okay. We can go down now. We can always finish this later.”

You rest your forehead against the door and close your eyes.

“Y/n?” Gabbie grabs your shoulder and you turn around to look at her, “What are you doing?”

“I have to tell Matt.”

She nods, “Yeah, I-“

There’s a knock on the door and you panic again, “U-uh, one second!” You press your finger to your lips and point to the shower.

Gabbie nods, immediately stepping into it as quietly as she can as you flush the toilet. You turn the water on, letting it run for a few seconds as you make sure the curtains on the shower is fully closed like it was before.

Another knock sounds and you sigh, turning off the water, “I said one se-“ you open the door and see Letty standing there, “Hi, you and I have to have a chat.”

“About what?” You tilt your head and she smirks, leaning in to look into the bathroom, “I know you like Matt.”

You shake your head, “What would make you think that I like Matt?”

“Stop being stupid, y/n. I see the way you look at him, talk about it. It’s pretty obvious, well..” she laughs slightly, “I guess, not to everyone because if Matt knew how you felt about him, you’d be with him.. or maybe.. you wouldn’t.”

“What are you talking about, Letty?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know how strong of a friendship you have with the triplets, and frankly, I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like that you’re not the only one they give their attention to.” You scoff, “Don’t play dumb with me.”

“Alright, fine. You want to cut to the chase, well cut to the chase. Matt will believe anything I say. You try and tell him what you heard and saw up here, I will make your life a living hell, got it?”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” You shrug, “What, are you going to go to Matt first and tell him that I’m on my way to tell him that I caught you fucking cheating on him?” You shake your head, “He doesn’t deserve that. Any of it.”

“No, no. Because you aren’t going to breathe a word about tonight.”

“What makes you think that I won’t?”

She squints, a smirk spreading across her lips, “Because they’re all you have anymore. I mean, Jesus Christ, y/n. You’re always up their ass. At their house. In their car. If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have anything but a low paying job in the worst part of town.”

“That’s not true.” You swallow your tears, fighting back the urge to lash out, hard, “I grew up with them. I’ve known them a hell of a lot longer than you have.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. But, all I know is that you aren’t going to say anything to anyone about this, or else I’ll tell Matt that you are so in love with him that you tried talking me out of being with him for your own personal gain. I mean, there’s a reason you haven’t told him, right?” She laughs, “Afraid of losing him and his brothers, because again, they’re all you have. Plus, it’ll be so weird being around you, to sit there and see you sulking all the time even though they’ll try to push past it because they’ll feel bad for you.”

A sad part of you felt like she was right, no matter how hard you tried to not believe it, you knew that there was a high chance that it would ruin everyone’s relationship with you and make it awkward as hell.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She laughs and you look at her, “More like bitch, but whatever works for you.”

Her face falls and she puts her hand on the door while leaning in, “You have three options here, y/n. You can just act like nothing happened tonight. Come clean about your feelings for Matt to see who he chooses, or you call Matt, tell him what you saw, but without proof, who do you think he’ll believe?”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.”

“Yeah, I might be, but who’s fucking Matt almost every night, huh?” She smirks and steps back, “Well, it was fun. But I have to leave soon, I told Matt that I’d come over after this party. You think he’ll like my dress?”

She waits for you to answer and you snicker, “Doubt it.”

“But there’s so little to take off. I’m sure he’ll like the easy access, yeah?” She tilts her head while pouring, “Oh right, you don’t know that side of him. What a shame.”

You roll your eyes, “So what. I don’t tell Matt about what I saw and you won’t tell him what you think you know? I can just deny it, did you ever think about that?”

“Hmm. I guess you have a point. But, you’re good at acting, so either way, I’m sure you’ll make it out unscathed.” She smirks, lifting her hand, “See you tomorrow for game night.”

Fuck. Game night.

You watch her walk away and you slam the door, taking a step back to assess what just happened.

Gabbie whips the curtain back and stands there staring at you, “are.. you okay?” You shrug, shaking your head, “If I could just magically push away this anxiety about my feelings for Matt and tell him, I would but I just.. god I fucking hate that bitch.”

You move to sit on the edge of the tub, “What the fuck do I do? I can’t just lie to Matt about something like this.. if he finds out I knew about this.. the only thing I’ll be kissing is my friendship with him goodbye, and everything Letty said will be true.”

“It won’t. Okay.” Gabbie sits next to you, “You want to know why?”

You look at her, giving her a nod.

She pulls her phone up, “I recorded most of that.”

You snatch the phone from her hand, “You did not!” A hand raises to cover your mouth as you listen to the recording.

“I’ll send it to you, so when you’re ready, you can use that as your proof. Fuck that bitch.” Gabbie shakes her head, “She must have got her audacity on sale because that was not it.”

You nod, “I agree.” You look over at her, “Want to go get something to eat? I need to leave this party.”

She nods, “Let’s go.”

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You tossed and turned all night. You couldn’t stop thinking about the encounter you had at last nights party. The more you thought about it, the more it made you feel sick. Your anxiety just kept getting worse and worse.

What if Matt doesn’t believe me, even with proof, you can’t see anything so what if he thinks it’s fake?

What if Letty does tell Matt and he just blocks me?

What if-

“Y/n?” Gabbie taps your hand, “What’s going on, you’ve barely touched your breakfast.”

“I’m just.. thinking..” you bring your cup up to your lips, taking a sip before setting it back down, “What if Letty has him so wrapped around his finger that he’s just so blinded by her to not even-“

“You’re getting a head of yourself.” Gabbie sighs, “You need to think about what you want to do about your feelings for Matt, first. Okay?”

You nod, covering your face with your hands, “I’m so in love with him, but the fear of being rejected by him is just so.. loud, higher? Whatever the term.. is, I don’t fucking know.”

“I think Matt will be more understanding than you think.”

You look at Gabbie through your fingers, “You’re just saying that.” She shakes her head, “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. You’ve been around them for so long, this is what.. Matt’s first girlfriend in how long?”

“What are you trying to say?” You tilt your head, resting your hands in your lap, and she sighs, shifting towards you, “What I’m trying to say is.. what if Matt was waiting for you, but you didn’t say anything, so he tried to move on?”

“Do you think that’s a possibility?”

She shrugs, “I definitely wouldn’t write it off just yet. I mean, you haven’t dated either, you’ve talked to guys, but why do they never work out?”

“Because they aren’t.. Matt..” you look at her and she nods, “Exactly. I don’t think this thing with Letty will last long anyway. You just need to get your shit together before storming in there and spewing out shit that doesn’t even make sense, you know?”

You nod, tilting your head to look out of the window, “Yeah, I know. I want to tell him. I just get so nervous around him, he makes me feel, I don’t know, like that happy giddy feeling? I just don’t want that to go away, I don’t want it ruined.”

You take a deep breath, “I don’t know, there’s just so many what ifs I just-“ you look down at your phone, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Gabbie leans over, “Is that Letty?”

You roll your eyes, reading over the text, Hey bestie, just reminding you of our little deal that we have. Last night got a little crazy, not sure how much you drank to try and forget about it.

You tap the screen fast, I’m not gonna lie you have a lot of red flags.

She instantly answers and you laugh as you read it, like what?

“This bitch, I swear to god.” You mumble showing Gabbie your phone, “She’s literally fucking insane.” You nod, “That’s what I’m telling her.”

You type back, well firstly, you’re actually insane.. and two, you just can’t blackmail someone to get your way. It’s not going to end well for you.

You see the chat bubbles popping up and down and you shake your head, “I swear to god.” Your eyes move across her text, think of it as you scratch my back, I scratch yours. You don’t tell Matt, and you get to keep the only good thing you have in your life.

“I’m telling Matt.”

The words tastes sour on your tongue, but you knew it was the right thing to do, “Fuck, I could puke.” You run your sweaty palms down your thighs, “Oh fuck, Gabbie. How do I- what do I-“

You look at the new text, Just play it safe tonight, don’t talk to him, dont talk about him, don’t even look at him, why can’t you like Chris or something, god. It would make everyone’s lives so much easier.

“Just play it safe tonight.” You mock her, “Go fuck yourself.”

“Maybe you should wait another day. You don’t seem.. I don’t know how to put-“

“Stable enough?”

“Yeah.” She laughs slightly, “Stable enough to do this yet.”

You shake your head, “I feel like puking being in the same room as her knowing she can flip my world upside down at any second. But then, if I don’t tell Matt, that just makes it seem like I was condoning her actions, and I just-“

“Look at me. Look at me and listen.” Gabbie lays her hand on your shoulder as you turn your head, “We have proof. I think you keep forgetting about that, y/n, and these texts. She basically admitted to blackmail.”

You nod, looking down at another texts that comes through, but this time it’s from Nick, How was the party last night? Did you make it home safe?

You instantly type back, I went home before I even got buzzed. My night was kind of ruined but I’ll explain it another time.

“Y/n.” Gabbie sighs, “Now they’re going to know something is up.” You shrug, “I don’t want to lie to any of them anymore, gabs. I can’t just-“ you stop, texting Nick again, Is Matt or Letty there?

“If they aren’t, I’m going to tell Nick everything.”

Your heart was racing as you awaited his answer, sweat building up on your palms more and more as each second passed, “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Did he answer?” She leans over, “Oh, he just did.” She looks up at you as you look down to read the text, No, him and Chris are out getting stuff for game night tonight.

“Go.” You look over at her and nod, “Go to their house.”

“Are you s-“

“Go! Before I change my mind.”

She nods and starts the car, immediately putting it into reverse, “I’ll come in with you.” You nod, tilting your head back as you talk yourself out of puking, “Fuuuuck.” You groan, “All of this could have just been av-“ you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, “I hate myself.”

“I think you’ll feel better once you get everything off of your chest.” She nods, “If not, you have me.”

“Now isn’t the time for jokes, Gab.” You look over at her and she raises her fingers off the wheel, “Sorry, sorry. I’m nervous for you.”

The drive to their house felt like hours.

“Fuck.” You sigh, “Just do it. Just tell Nick everything.” You try to hype yourself up, “Fuck. Fuck.” You reach for the door handle, your hand shaking like a leaf in the winds of a storm, “Fuck. Okay.”

You open the door and get out. Your legs felt like jello the whole way up to the door. Nick calling out your name made your heart stop, “Y-yeah.. it’s me.. and Gabbie..”

“Gabbie!? I haven’t seen that bitch in ag-“ Nick stops at the top of the steps, “Do we need to hide a body?”

You raise your brows, “Yeah, we just might.” You walk up the steps and glance back at Gabbie, who stops at the stop and leans on the ledge, “Go on.”

“Go.. on.. with what?” Nick looks between the two of you confused and you take a deep breath, “Last night at the party..” you look down, gathering yourself before you look up, and in that moment, you were struck with word vomit.

“Letty cheated on Matt last night at the party, I heard her in a room with another guy kissing and saying that she was only using Matt to gain more fame from your guy’s following and then she cornered me in the fucking bathroom basically blackmailing me into not telling Matt anything and Gabbie has it all on recording she hid in the tub but that’s not the point okay the point is is that she tried to blackmail me by saying she would tell Matt that I liked him and that I tried to talk her out of her being with him by saying awful stuff about if I did try and ruin her getting what she wants, and, Nick, you know I would never do that. I love Matt. To the fullest fucking extent, I love him with my full entire being, I want him to be happy and her fucking cheating on him made me want to rip her fucking head off right then and there and the last thing I want is for my relationship with any of you to be ruined because the only thing she was right about is me only having you guys and Gabbie. I never said anything before because I was so scared of the rejecting being soo bad that I could never be able to show my face around here again I just, I fucking hate myself for not being truthful but I fucking told you, I fucking told you she had it out for me and she was only using Matt I just- she’s an awful fucking person Nick and I just wish there was a way for me to tell Matt everything.”

“Y/n.” Gabbie says and you turn, freezing when you see Matt and Chris standing on the steps staring at you.

“They came in when you were saying your thing.” Gabbie clears her throat, “Um.. okay, why don’t.. we give these two some space, yes? Yes. Come on you two, with me.”

Gabbie pulls Chris with her and grabs Nick on the way by.

You stand there, absolutely shaking in your boots as Matt continues to stare at you, a shocked look on his face. You wanted the silence to end, it only made things worse.

Finally, Matt breaks it, “You.. you love me?”

“I-I..” you voice cracks as you nod, speaking in a whisper, “so.. much, Matt I-“

Your words were cut short by him walking over to you, his hands grabbing and pulling your face towards him to close the gap, “I love you.. so much, too.”

Your hands move to his sides, immediately kissing him back. He pulls his head away, his hands still on your face, “I’m sorry she did that to you.”

“I’m sorry she did that to you, too.” You sniffle, “I should have told you last night. I’m sorry I didn’t call or text or-“

“Hey, hey.” Matt’s thumbs gently brush up and down your cheeks, “You were scared, but you made up for it right here, right now.”

“Do you want to see the proof?” You sniffle, reaching back to bring your phone out from your pocket. He nods, “I believe you even if I don’t see it.” He gives you a gentle smile, “I’m just, sorry I didn’t see how she was treating you sooner. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, “She didn’t scare me. The only thing that scared me was the thought of you never speaking to me again.”

He shakes his head, “I could never do that.” He kisses your head and motions to the couch, “Let’s listen to this shall we?”

You laugh slightly and nod, walking over to the couch with him. You sit next to him, wiping away your tears as his arm goes around your waist, his other hand resting on your thigh.

You being the video up and turn the volume up. All you see on the video is the shower curtain and your shadow on the other side.

“Alright, fine. You want to cut to the chase, well cut to the chase. Matt will believe anything I say. You try and tell him what you heard and saw up here, I will make your life a living hell, got it?”

Matt furrows his brows, shaking his head as he lets out a sigh, “She won’t do shit.” You smile slightly, tilting your head as the video continues to play, “…or else I’ll tell Matt that you are so in love with him that you tried talking me out of being with him for your own personal gain. I mean, there’s a reason you haven’t told him, right?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah, there’s..” he sits up, pushing the phone away, “I’ve heard enough.”

You put your phone down, “Sorry.”

“No, y/n. You don’t have anything to be sorry for, alright? You did the right thing, Letty on the other hand, she can..” he groans lowly, “I’m done.”

He pulls out his phone and you hear the line ringing. Your heart races as you await the pick up of his soon to be ex girlfriend.

“Hi Matty!”

“Is there anything you want to tell me about last night?” Matt tilts his head as he stands up and instantly, Letty puts on a facade, “Whatever you were told is a total lie! I swear. People just don’t want to see us be happy, Matt, please you have to believe me!”

“It’s hard to believe you when I have a video recording of you fucking threatening one of the closest people to me right here in front of me, Letty. Don’t even try to play the fucking victim card, what the fuck were you trying to do? Blackmail? Seriously?” Matt scoffs, “I should have seen how you were from the start. You put on a pretty good act.”

“What do you mean there’s a recording? What are you talking about? I didn’t blackmail anyone, I was with Serina and Layla the whole night, Matt, please! You can even ask them.”

Matt reaches over, taking your phone to hold up to his as he presses play, “What? Cat got your tongue?” Letty’s laugh rings from the video, “More like bitch, but whatever works for you.”

Matt smirks, glancing over at you and you smirk, giving him a shrug.

“No i-“ Letty groans, the video still playing, “You have three options here, y/n. You can just act like nothing happened tonight. Come clean about your feelings for Matt to see who he chooses, or you call Matt, tell him what you saw, but without proof, who do you think he’ll believe?”

“Yeah I think this pretty much covers as proof, Letty. Sounds like blackmail to me, does it not?” Matt clenches his jaw, waiting for Letty to speak, but she just huffs, “You can’t even prove that that’s me, though, Matt. Please.”

“You’re such a fucking bitch.”

Matt can’t stifle back his laughter with your words on the phone and you look down with a smirk on your lips, you were very proud of how you handled her, and Matt was, too.

“Yeah, I might be, but who’s fucking Matt almost every night, huh?”

“Well, it was fun. But I have to leave soon, I told Matt that I’d come over after this party. You think he’ll like my dress?”

“You didn’t come over last night, you never actually planned on it, did you?” Matt continues speaking, “And it’s actually really fucking hilarious you say that because we haven’t even had sex one time. You’re such a liar and my life will be great if I don’t ever see you again. I don’t care what you say about me, but keep y/n’s name out of your mouth.”

Matt hangs up and you look up at him, “You really never had sex with her?”

“I couldn’t.” He swallows, walking back over to sit next to you, “It just felt wrong because it wasn’t.. you.. I couldn’t even kiss her without trying to picture your face.”

You nod, “I kept looking for you in every guy that tried to keep my attention, but it never worked out because they weren’t you either.”

You reach up and cup his cheek, “I’m sorry I didn’t-“

Matt cuts you off with a kiss, “You don’t ever have to be sorry when it comes to me.” He kisses your lips a few times, “I love you, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.“

You shake your head, “It’s alright, now that there isn’t anyone keeping us apart.” You smile and bring it in for one more kiss.

You hear the quiet and slow footsteps of the others and you pull away, looking behind Matt, “It’s safe to come in now.”

All three of them come in and sit on the couch next to you and Matt, “Is it safe to say that I never really liked Letty?” Chris raises his hand and looks around and you reach over to high-five him, “You and me both.”

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Thank you @bambisturnioloalt for giving me the opportunity to join this event, and thank you to everyone who reads my work. I love you all so much and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

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🪐 where kylo calls hux and order him to fuck you while he watches (and he loves it)

warnings: smut & english is not my first language

The idea sounded exquisite to you. For some reason, it was Kylo Ren who brought it up. He was a man that could never share, unless he really wanted to. And god, he really wanted to this time.

"Your request caught me by surprise, Ren." Hux said, unbuttoning his uniform, standing right next to the bed where you were laying, already naked. "But I'm quite excited for it, I must say."

"Mhm." Kylo nodded, sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching you realize what was going to happen. "I'll be watching you." He said to you, almost in a whisper. "Every touch, every word, every look you give him. I'll be envious. Jealous." He swore. "Enjoying it."

"Any rules, Ren? Before we start?" Hux asked, taking off his belt.

"I won't give you any orders, General. I want you to use your best judgement. Use her."

"Use?" You asked, quite surprised to hear that word.

"Yes. To use." Kylo said, with a grin. "You're a toy tonight."

Hux laughed a little, and you notice how hard he was under his uniform trousers. He lean in, giving you a kiss. A passionate kiss. His tongue was in your mouth, dancing with yours. And Kylo watched, eyes locked on the two of you.

It felt weird to kiss another mouth, but it felt exquisite too.

"That's it, General..." Ren said, adjusting himself in the chair next to the bed. "Show me how much you desire her. I've seen you watching her in meetings. Show me, and do anything and everything you wish. But..." He said, and Hux stopped kissing you, breathing heavily, to look at him. "... Don't forget to bring her back to me in one piece. She is still mine, after all."

Those words made you feel a desperate warmth all over your body. Hux smiled and continued, kissing your neck and stroking your hair a little. He went further, biting your collarbone and even leaving some marks. You tought Kylo would get mad, but he didn't. You pictured your Master caressing himself over his trousers. Teasing himself, slowly.

"Good, General." Kylo said, breathing heavily, but still sounding demanding. "You really know how to worship a woman's body, don't you?" Hux nodded, but without talking; his mouth was wondering all over your breasts. "You have to be gentle with her. But firm. Very firm." As he speaks, he keeps touching himself over his uniform.

"Your woman is delicious, Ren." Hux said, going down on you and leaving traces of saliva everywhere.

"She's more than that, General. She's the finest piece of flesh you've ever touched." Kylo smiles, looking at your face. "Remember to be firm with her. Don't hold back. Use all of that strength, energy and desire I know you have. Let her feel it."

After that order, Hux knew he had to obey. He wanted to obey. While eating you, as if you were a plate of food to a hungry man, he spanked you. And you groaned in pleasure.

The more exciting part, was turning your head to Kylo and see him stroking his cock freely now. Still wearing his leather gloves, now covered in his own saliva. He smirked before talking to the General, without taking his eyes off you.

"She likes that, General." He said. "I think it's time for you to give her what she really wants. Don't hold back just because you're sharing her with me."

Hux lifted up his face, licking his lips and teeth like an animal. Without any warning, he grabbed you by your waist and moved you even nearer to him, caressing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Kylo stood up and walked towards you, kneeling next to bed, with his head next to yours.

"Tell the General what you want, baby." He whispered in your ear, and you could listen the sound of his leather gloves wrapping and moving up and down around his cock.

You tried to speak, but the stimulation was too much.

"Use your words." Ren said, demanding.

"For god's sake, fu-fuck me, General..." You managed to speak, and some laughter came out from the throats of the two men around you.

"Lord, she feels fantastic..." Hux said, after finally sliding himself into you. "I envy you... Getting to f-fuck her every... single... day..." He said between harder thrusts.

"Give me a good show, General." Kylo ordered. "She likes what you're doing to her, so keep using her." You were unable to speak. "But... she can also do some convincing. She know exactly what to say to get you to do whatever she wants."

"Then tell me..." Hux begged, trying not to cum all over you already.

"Go fast... faster." You thought it was impossible to use your words, but you did. This lust was something you've never experienced.

"Come on, baby..." Kylo whispered in your ear, still stroking himself but this time even faster. "Say it louder to the General."

"Faster!" You said in a scream, knowing for sure that the Knights of Ren heard you from the other side of the door.

And Hux delivered without any problem. His orange hair was dripping wet and looking so messy, you never thought you would see the General like this. So desperate, without the good manners he usually has towards you.

"Isn't she a lovely sight, General? Don't hold back, you can be harder than that. I want you to be harder." Kylo demanded, as he grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look at him. "Look at me, baby..." He whispered between some groaning. "I'm fucking my hand wishing it was you... Watching how another takes you... In-Infront of me..." You opened your mouth and instead of a word, it was only a loud moan what came out. Hux hit a good spot in a rough way.

"She's a noisy one, General." Kylo said, looking at the redhead now, who was already smiling.

"I'm not sure... I'm not sure I can't hold it any longer, Lord..." Hux said, struggling to speak.

"You can't go yet, General." Kylo denied, and then whispered in your ear. "Turn around." He ordered you. "Let him cum by taking you in all fours. And you'll watch me." Ren was totally lost in pleasure, sounding so mean and desperate it could only make you feel even more aroused.

You didn't even have to move, they did it for you and you end up in all fours, with your head looking directly at the chair where Kylo sit again. His stomach was covered in cum, and that's how you knew that Kylo was having fun, and fucking himself for the second time now.

While Hux kept fucking you, you tried your best to keep your eyes opened.

The sight was beautiful; Kylo Ren, a man respected and feared all over the galaxy, playing with his own cock while his General was using you. Looking directly at your eyes. And while doing so, he spoke.

"Cum already, General." Ordered. "All over her. I don't care. She doesn't care either. But you, my love..." He now said to you. "You don't get to finish. You'll hold it in for me." The moment he said that, Hux couldn't help but cum inside you. The man was exhausted. "Because after the General leaves, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again... And I'll be the one to make you cum."

After saying those words, Kylo finished in his leather covered hands once again. And you were just there, breathing heavily in the bed, while Hux was dressing himself.

"It was a pleasure, Ren." The General said, right next to the door. Kylo approached him, taking his gloves off.

"You did good, General." Kylo said, stretching out his hand to shake Hux's. "I might call you soon, again." You heard him say, and you couldn't help but let go a mischievous smile. It was Kylo's turn now.

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hello!!!! This is actually my first time asking and like I would want to stay anon bc why not?? HAAHAHHAHAHA but anyways my question is like if it's okay for you to make san golbach smut?? The plot could be about friends to lovers or enemies to lovers, it's fine either way. I hope you receive this thank you!

∶ Summary: reader lets not telling Sam about her feelings get the best of them

∶ Warnings: smut, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, best friend!Sam, hiding feelings, slight fighting, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), angsty with a fluff ending

∶ Word Count: 3.9k

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You made your way down the street, clicking the lock button on your key fob as you made your way towards the coffee shop.

As you reach for the doors, your phone rings, “Hello?”

“Did you stop for coffee yet?” Colby asks on the other end and you step back from the doors, “Are you stalking my location?”

“No.” He laughs, “I just know that that’s a routine for you. Anyway, can you get me a coffee?”

You laugh, letting out a sigh, “what do you want?”

“Just get what you get.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in a few.” You hang up and walk in, smiling at the barista as you make your way towards the counter, “Hi, can I get two large iced vanilla lattes please?”

“Anything else?”

You shake your head, “No, that’s everything.” You pay and make your way down to the end. As you’re standing there, you text Colby, Sam didn’t want anything?

Colby replies rather quickly, Sam isn’t here yet. He was meeting a girl for coffee.

As soon as you read Colby’s texts, that familiar laugh cuts right through you. You didn’t look, you already knew. You stay focused, tapping out a reply, Oh, really? I didn’t know he was seeing anyone.

You were hoping your slight jealous disappointment wasn’t able to be read, partly why you didn’t want to look at Sam. He could read you from a mile away.

You were fighting yourself not to look. You hoped and prayed that the barista didn’t call out your name, but you just weren’t that lucky today.

“Order for y/n.”

“Yeah, that’s me. Thanks.” You gave her a quick smile, grabbing the cups before turning to walk away. You lost your battle, looking over at the table and Sam was already looking.

You looked away, quickly making your way towards the door and down the sidewalk to your car. You set your coffee on the roof, dragging your keys from your pocket and unlocking the car.

You grabbed the coffee, got in, and drove away, all while your mind was racing.

Sam was one of your best friends, like best friend. You go way back to elementary school together. Same with Colby, but the only thing is, you didn’t have this load of feelings for Colby.

Just Sam.

For the last few year, it’s been an ongoing battle for you. You wanted to tell him, but a part of you was always telling you no, it’s a bad idea.

So, you sat on them, and sat on them, and now, thanks to you not taking a risk, it looks like you need to just let go of everything.

You were too late.

As you pull into the driveway, you let out a sigh. You grab the two cups of coffee and make your way inside.

“Here you go. One basic iced latte.” You laugh slightly, handing Colby the drink, “Oh, Sam already got coffee.”

That came out way bitchier than intended.

Colby just stares at you, “Um, okay?”

“He was at the coffee shop with a pretty blonde.” You force your drink to your lips so you stop talking, sipping and sipping until Colby breaks the silence, “It’s sounds like you’re jealous, y/n.”

“Jealous? Over what?” You walk over and sit down on the couch, “I have nothing to be jealous over.”

“You’re like..” Colby walks over, “An open book right now.” He sits down, “And judging by the tone of your voice, you hated seeing Sam sitting with that pretty blonde.”

“I’m happy for him.” You look at Colby, keeping your face as straight as possible, “I promise you.”

He flicks his brows up, humming as he brings his cup to his lips, “Mm.” He chuckles, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, so.” He points, “Did those people answer your emails?”

You were silently thanking Colby for changing the subject.

“Three got back to me. The other four did not.” You shuffle through your notebook, “The Greenridge Hotel said yes, the old campground owner said yes, and the owner of The Stanley would love to have you guys back.” You look at Colby, “Do you want me to email them back with dates that work for you?”

He nods, “Yeah. You can also add-“ He glances back as the door opens, “Hey, just in time.”

“How many do we have?” Sam asks as he walks over, sitting down next to you on the couch. You stay quiet, handing him your note book, “I’m going to go email these people back.”

You stand up, making your way out to the kitchen. You set your computer on the counter, walking over to grab a drink from the fridge before sitting on the stool. As you’re typing, you notice Sam walk in, but you don’t acknowledge him. You keep tapping the keys on the keyboard.

“So I seen you were at the coffee shop today.”

“What days work for you again this month? It’s for the Greenridge Hotel.” You look over at him and he furrows his brows, “Um, second to last week, any of those days.”

You nod, returning your focus back on the email in front of you.

“Are you not going to acknowledge the fact-“

“Sam.” You sigh, “I’m trying to type up this email.”

He raises his brows, taken aback by your sudden lash, “oh..Kay.. sorry, I’ll just-“ he motions to the door and walks out.

As soon as he’s gone, you let out a sigh, shaking your head before finalizing the email. You move on to the second, and get an email from one of the four you were waiting on. You grab your laptop, walking back in, “Hey. That place you were hoping would answer, answered.”

“The old school?” Colby looks around, “No way.”

You nod, walking over, “Yeah, they said the only time someone can be there is next month on the twentieth.”

“Tell them we’ll be there.” Colby nods and you sit down on the chair, working on typing out the email.

“Did anyone else answer, or was it just the three, well, now four?” Sam asks and you nod, “Just the four.”

You glance up at Colby, “They attached a number to the email if you want it?” He nods, “Just forward the whole thing to me, would you?” You nod, clicking a few times, “Sent.”

His phone beeps and he nods, “Got it. I’m going to call them now, just because this is the one we were really hoping to get the okay for.”

You swallow, giving him a nod as you look back down at your laptop.

You finish up with the third email, then you were just randomly reading emails. Anything to not give your attention to Sam.

You were all over the place. Mad, sad, disappointed, jealous.

You felt partly mad at yourself because you didn’t say anything, but then again, you were partly mad at him, he should have known you liked him, right? He knows you well enough.

Another part felt like you could burst into tears because you were upset he was with someone other than you, and him looking at you, made it hard not to.

“Are you coming with us next week?”

Will it be okay with your girlfriend, is what you really wanted to ask, but you bit it back, giving him a shrug instead, “If you really need me to, I will.”

“What’s going on with you?”

You look up at him, “Nothing?”

He furrows his brows, “Really? Because ever since-“

“We got the school.” Colby walks back in, “They’re going to let us stay for two nights.” Sam raises his brows, “That’s awesome, dude. Fuck. That’s- that’s going to be intense.”

You smile at Colby, “Yeah, that’ll be really good for the channel. People like when you sleep over at haunted places.”

“You’re doing that video with us, right?” Colby asks and you scoff, “You’re insane.”

“What? Come on!” Colby sits down on the couch, “Picture it. We’re asleep in one of the classrooms, and your blanket just gets ripped away and you hear laughing in the hallway.”

“Fuck you. That-“ you shiver, “That gave me chills.”

Colby laughs, “has anyone else responded yet?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. But you’ll be the first to know if they do.”

He sighs, “Good. So let’s go get some lunch.”

“I’m down.” Sam nods, and you check your phone, “I actually have to go meet my mom. I’ll check in with you later, yeah?” You stand up, grabbing your bag to pack your stuff away.

Sam hands you your notebook and you take it, not giving him another look.

“Oh, Sam. How’d your date go?”

Colby’s words make you want to puke.

“It went actually good, really good.” Sam sighs, “She said about being in one of the videos. I told her I’ll talk with you to see about which one you wanted her in.”

“I’ll see you guys later.” You walk away without another look back. You walk out to your car and that’s the last time you spoken to either of them in two days.

You stayed home. Ignored your phone, most of the time at least.

Every now and then, when it would vibrate with an incoming call, you’d check to make sure it wasn’t someone you actually didn’t mind talking to, but most of the time, it was just Sam or Colby.

You would text Colby back, telling him you were lying down with a migraine or something. He called bullshit, but you didn’t feel like arguing so you just left it on read.

Sam seeing someone actually sat with you the wrong way.

You hated it.

You hated him, well, not really, but you wish you could hate him. It would be easier, you wouldn’t have to fake everything each time you saw him.

Your phone buzzes with a notification, Your driver, Mabel, is delivering your pizza. As you set your phone down, there’s a knock on your door.

You open the door, your smile dropping as soon as your eyes meet Sam’s, “How did you get that?” You point to the box and he shrugs, “Don’t worry, I tipped her.” He nods, “Can I come in, please?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to know why you’ve been, not only avoiding me, but Colby for the last two days. You don’t look sick to me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you. I woke up this morning feeling better, now can I-“ you reach for the pizza and Sam turns it away, “Let me in, and you can have your pizza.”

You clench your jaw, taking in a deep breath as you turn and walk away from the open door.

“Thank you.” Sam sighs, walking in before closing the door, “So, are you going to answer my question?”

“You didn’t ask me a question.” You grab plates from the cabinet and set them down on the counter, “You more or less made a statement.” You glance up at him as you slide the box over to you.

You get out a piece of pizza for you and lean on the counter as you take a bite.

“Oh okay, let me rephrase that then.” Sam clears his throat as he slides the box back over to him, “Why have you been, not only avoiding me, but Colby as well?”

You shrug, “I told you, I’ve been sick.”

“Liar.”

You scoff, raising your brows, “Excuse me.”

“You heard me.” Sam raises his brows, “I know you, y/n, and I know there’s something going on with you.”

“What make you-“

He cuts you off, “For one, you won’t fully look at me. And two, the way you treated me two days ago. You’ve never ignored me, or told me you were trying to work, and if you have, you were always laughing while saying it.”

“People change, Sam.” You shrug, tossing your pizza down on the plate, “If you know me so well, then you should probably already know what’s wrong, right?”

“So you admit there’s something wrong?”

“No, I just- is your girlfriend going to be okay with the fact that you’re at my house at ten o’clock at night?”

He smirks, “Hmm.”

“What?”

“There it is.”

“There’s what?” You stand up, hands slapping against your thighs, “If you think-“

“Say it.”

“I don’t have anything to say.” You shake your head Sam presses his hands onto the counter, “Yes you do.”

“What do you want me to say?” You stare at him and he tilts his head, “Why your face dropped when you saw me sitting there with her. Why you rushed out of there so fast when normally you wouldn’t have any issue coming up to me and saying hi, I mean. We are best friends, are we not?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” You lean forward, hips pressing into the counter up, arms crossing over your chest, “If you think I have an issue with you being with her, you’re mistaken. I couldn’t be more happy for you.”

“Then why did you shoot me down when I brought up seeing you there the other day?” He tilts his head, “Why’d you rush out of my house so fast when Colby asked how my date went? Which, I can tell you how it went, since you left without hearing my side of it.”

“Please, Sam. Enlighten me.” You tone dripping with agitation, now you want to realize how much I care about him, you think as you keep your eyes on his, “I’d love to hear how well your date went.”

“Do you even care?”

You jerk your head back, taken aback by his words, “Um, what makes you think I don’t care?”

“You’re tone. It’s like you’d rather be anywhere other than right here.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. You were fighting that word vomit back so hard, but it was getting too close to the top, “Just- if you’re happy. I’m happy. Isn’t that what friends do. Push down how they actually feel for the people they really and truly care about?”

“Tell me how you really feel.” His words were soft, almost like he was pulling the knife from your chest instead of shoving it in deep, “Please.”

Your face relaxes and your heart starts beating faster, if there was a time for your word vomit to spew, now is that time.

“You want me to tell you how I really feel?” You swallow, not even giving him the change to answer, “No one is ever going to be good enough for you Sam, and by that, I mean no matter who you talk to, who you go one dates with, to me, I don’t think they’ll ever be good enough for you because they won’t ever be able to love you like I love you.”

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?” He tilts his head, and you shrug, “I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same about me. I got so mad, because I partly felt like you should’ve have known but then I know that that shouldn’t be on you. It was a mental battle every day and I just- I hated seeing you with her. I hated hearing Colby ask you how the date went. My feelings are just.. so up there that I hate the thought of you being with anyone else but me.”

He taps the counter a few times before taking a deep breath, “When I saw you at the coffee shop and seen your face drop, I ended things with her then and there.”

“You.. you what?” You shake your head, “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I tried!” He laughs, “When I said about seeing you at the shop, but that’s when you went all, Sam, I’m working leave me the fuck alone, on me.”

You hold up a finger, “One, I didn’t say that, and two, I don’t sound like that.”

“Are we going to argue about my impression of you, or are you going to come over here so I can kiss you?”

You try to fight back a smirk, but fail as you walk over to him. He turns his body to face you, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, “I’m sorry I’m an idiot.”

“We can talk about that later.” You pull him in, your lips smashing onto his. His other hand grips your hip, pushing you to spin towards the counter.

The kiss depends, growing hotter by the second.

He bends down, lifting you up to set you onto the cool surface. He pulls you to the edge as he leans in. You lean back, using your hand to hold yourself up, while your other lays on his cheek.

He kisses down your neck, “I’ve been dreaming of the day you’d let me touch you like this.”

You let out a small whimper as his teeth sink into your skin, “Yeah.” You breathe out, “Tell me about it.”

He slides his hand up, pulling you back in for another kiss. Your legs wrap around his waist, fighting as your hand slides around to tangle in his hair.

He pulls you from the counter, walking back to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed, his lips trailing down to your neck. His hands snake under your shirt, pushing it up before skipping over the bunched up fabric to kiss down between your boobs.

He sits up, reaching down to pull his shirt up over his body. His eyes are fixated on you as sit up, your shirt revealing the skin he can’t wait to have his lips on.

You reach down, pushing down your sweats and he reaches down to pull them the rest of the way down your legs.

He falls forward, his hands catching himself on either side of your head, “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me.”

You smile, lifting your head to close the space.

He shifts his weight to his forearm as his other hand drags down your side. His grip tightens on your hip as your legs pull him into you.

A small moan leaves your lips and slips between his as he grinds against you.

You drag your nails down his chest, pushing him to roll over. You follow, straddling his waist as you reconnect your lips. You trail down, kissing down his chest, torso, and stopping at the top of his pants.

Your fingers drag up his thighs to slip into the waistband, and he willingly lifts his hips, watching as you shrug them down.

You don’t hesitate, leaning in to wrap your lips around the tip, which earns a gasp, “Fuck.” He lets out a shaky breath as you work your head down, tongue swirling to make his cock slick.

You bob your head a few times, earning groan after groan from him before sitting up. You move up, and before you can reach down, Sam beats you to it. He pushes and holds your panties to the side and you sink down onto him.

Your hands press into his abdomen.

Your lips part to allow a loud moan to flood through them.

Your head tilts back and you gasp, snapping your head down to look at him as he bucks his hips up slightly.

His eyes are on yours, his brows furrows with pleasure as he takes in feeling you wrapped around him in a way he’s only ever dreamed of.

You slowly rise up, head tilting forward as you sink back down. You repeat those actions, only a few times, before Sam pulls you down for a kiss. Your lips move with his as you quicken the pace of your hips.

His hands slide around to your ass, gripping tightly to guide them up and down, “Doing so good.” He whispers, “Fuck.”

He bucks upward, earning a louder moan from you, “Feels-feels so good.” You bury your face into his neck, moaning repeatedly as you slam your hips down to meet his.

You lift your head, pressing kissing into his neck as you move back up to his lips. He wraps an arm around your waist, rolling you over so you both are on your sides.

Your leg lays over his waist, hand sliding up to tangle into his hair as he takes over thrusting.

He holds you close, his forehead resting on yours, “Fuck, baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, moans spilling from his lips, “You feel so fucking good.”

His lips crash onto yours as he rolls over to fully be on top of you. His thrusts grow harder, your moans grow louder.

“S-Sam.” You whine, “F-fuck don’t stop.”

Your back lifts from the bed as your nails sink into his biceps, “F-fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” Your legs tighten around his waist as your walls pulsate around him, indicating that you were right there.

He lean in, kissing and sucking a mark into your neck, and that sends you right into the pool of pleasure.

Your moans fill your bedroom, your nails leave red streaks across his back as they slide up to tangle into his hair. You turn your head, crashing your lips onto his and he swallows each of your moans with ease.

“You sound so pretty, holy fuck.” He groans, “I love making you sound like that.”

Without another thought, “I love you.”

Sam lifts his head up, his hand coming to caress your cheek, “I love you.” He presses his lips to yours, his thrusts slowing down.

He holds your face, lips slowly moving with yours as he thrusts into you at a slow pace, “You mean everything to me. I’m so sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

“It’s okay, Sam.” You press your lips to his, a small moan leaving your lips, “I have you now.” You wrap your arm around his neck, gasping as he thrusts into you deep.

He presses a few kiss to yours face before picking up the pace of his thrust. You feel them growing slipping and he pulls out, spilling onto your waist. You rest your head back, looking up at him with a smile.

He smiles down at you, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, “Be right back.” He gets off, moving to grab a towel before coming back to wipe you off.

He tosses the towel down and moves to lay next to you. He pulls the comforter up your bodies and pulls you into him. He presses a kiss to your head and lets out a sigh, “So does this mean you’re coming to spend the night in the haunted school with us?”

“As long as I don’t have to sleep alone.”

He laughs, tightening his arms around you, “Never.”

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∶ Summary: reader hooks up with drug dealer!Chris

∶ Warnings: smut, drugs, smoking, unprotected car sex, fwb, oral (m rec) creampie, dirty fluff

∶ Word Count: 2096

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You stood on the porch, inhaling a cigarette when you noticed a car pull up. You smirked behind your hand, knowing exactly who was behind the wheel.

You scoff as two guys push past you, “hey, watch it.”

“Sorry, y/n.” Bryer raises his hand. Sean follows, “Sorry, important business do tend to, if you know what I mean.”

“You know those are bad for you, right?” You yell after them and they laugh as they continue walking away. You put your cigarette out on the banister before walking down the steps.

You heard the sound of Chris’ voice growing louder the closer you go.

“No, dumbass. I said it was eighty. Not sixty.”

“Right, right.” Bryer nods, “My bad, bro.” He hands him another twenty and takes the small baggie from Chris, “Thanks.” Sean moves into the place of Bryer, doing his exchange, “Hey, you don’t happen to have extra in there do you?”

Chris scoffs, “Do I look like an ice cream truck? I only bring what you fuckin’ ask for.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Thanks again bro.” He snatches the baggies from Chris and they make their way back inside. You give it a few seconds, knowing Chris is recounting the cash he just received.

You slowly walk up to the window, “License and registration please.”

Chris let’s out a sigh, “Jesus Christ, y/n. Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

You laugh, leaning down to fold your arms over his door, “Whatcha doin’?” He scoffs, “What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He glances over at you and you shrug, “Not selling ice cream by the sounds of it.”

He smirks, shaking his head as he looks down at the cash in his hand, “Why do you hang out with those idiots?”

“I could be hanging out with you, but you never answered my text.” You tilt your head and he nods towards the passenger seat, “Just get the fuck in.”

You push yourself up, walking around to get in, “Any more deliveries tonight?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, was just going back home after this.” He looks over at you, “unless you want to take a drive or something?”

“A drive sounds nice, but only if you h-“

Chris holds up a joint, “Are you doubting me, y/n?”

You reach up, taking the joint from his grasp, “No doubting here, Christopher.” You laugh as you place it between your lips. He reaches up, flicking the lighter on and you inhale, getting it going.

He drops the lighter into the cup holder and put the car in drive.

You let out a sigh, “Fuck, I’ve needed this.”

“Rough day?” He chuckles as he starts to drive, “At least you weren’t stuck at a wedding.” You laugh, “Ohhh, so that’s why you’re wearing a suit. I just thought it was your new company uniform.”

He smirks at your remark, shaking his head as he flicks you off, “Give that here before you smoke it all.” He reaches up, taking it from your hand before pulling it to his lips.

You watch as he takes a drag, biting your lip as you watch the smoke slowly flood out of his parted lips, “So whose wedding was it?”

“My idiot cousin.” He scoffs, “His wife, has been cheating on him with one of my clients, but he doesn’t want to listen to me.” He takes another drag before handing you the joint back, resting his hand on your thigh after you take it, “But he didn’t want to listen to me, so.”

“That sucks.” You shake your head, glancing out the window as you take a drag, “It’ll hit him one day.”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to say I told you so.” He gives your thigh a squeeze as he laughs, “So back to your day.”

“Oh, yeah. It was just boring.” You shrug, putting the window down to ash off the joint, “Kelsie ditched me to make out with a guy at that party, and everyone was in their own groups. I only came because I wanted to rag on you about not answering me.”

“Mhm, I’m sure.” He laughs, “How’d you even know I’d show up?” He looks over at you and you roll your eyes, “Please. It was a Sean party.”

“So you just know who my top clients are?” He glances over and you shrug, “You learn a lot when you hook up with someone for as long as we have.”

“So you’re a little eavesdropper, huh? That’s what I’m getting from that.” He smirks and you shrug, “Call it what you want, baby.”

He shakes his head, pulling off the road.

He puts the car in park, turning it off, “You know..” he looks over at you, leaning forward to take off his black jacket, “That’s gonna cost you.”

You tilt your head, “Oh yeah?”

He nods, tossing his jacket onto the dash, “Oh yeah.” He leans over, elbow pressing into the console, “But I think we both know a way you can pay me back.”

You smirk, tossing the dead joint out of the window before rolling it up, “Why do you think I texted you to hang out today?” You lean in and he gasps playfully, “Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.” You nod, smiling as he leans in, “Mhm.” He mocks, reaching up to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips move with his as your hand slides up to rest on the side of his neck. A small moan escapes your lips as he bites down onto your lower lip, tugging before leaning back.

You watched him as his slides his body back between the seats, laying down in the back row, “Well, what are you waiting for? You wanna hang out, or not?”

“I hate you sometimes.” You turn, crawling back to straddle his lap. You lean forward, hand pressing to the door for support as you plant your lips on his.

He gasps, fingers squeezing your hips as you grind down onto him, “Fuck, ma. Don’t tease me.”

You smirk, kissing back his jaw and down his neck. You slide down, positioning yourself between his knees as you reach to undo his belt.

His eyes watch your fingers as they easily pull the leather from the buckle, moving to unbutton and unzipped his pants.

He pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a shuttered breath as you slide your hand over his covered bulge.

You look up at him, tilting your head as you slip your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling both them and his pants down over his hips. He lifts up instantly, eager to have you in his mouth.

You wrap your hand around his cock, bending down to wrap your lips around the tip.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, “That’s it.”

You work your head down, tongue swirling and he groans, bucking his hips up, “You can take it, baby. Seen you do it before.”

You look up at him, tongue flat against the underside before tilting your head forward. You slowly work him into your throat, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on breathing through your nose.

“Goddamn. Fuck, there you go.” Chris moans, hand laying on your head, “Fuck, yes.”

You slowly pull up and push back down, your nails digging into his thigh as you hold yourself there for a few second.

You slowly lift up, tilting your head back as your tongue slowly swirls around the tip. You lean in more, lips wrapping around before repeating your prior action.

His knee buckle as he gasps, “Fuck, fuck, okay.” He fists your hair, pulling you up, “I wanna cum in your pussy, not your throat.”

Your stomach lips with excitement as you sit down to undo your jeans. You lift up, pushing them down your thighs, but Chris sits up, fingers instantly on your clit and your back arches against the seat, “Chris.”

“What? Just because I get some action before, doesn’t mean you don’t.” He chuckles as he leans into kiss your neck, fingers sliding down to push into your already soaked cunt, “Is it me, or the weed, baby?”

Your laugh gets cut off by a moan, “F-fuck, both.”

“Both?” He questions, “Guess I’m just going to have to make you feel better than the weed does, right?”

Your jaw falls slack as his fingers curl inside of you, “U-uh huh.” Your eyes roll back as he toys with that little ball of pleasure inside of you, “Fu-fuck, Chris.”

“You’re so wet.” He breathes out, “Y’gonna make a mess for me? Hmm.”

You nod, whimpering as the pace of his fingers grows faster, “Y-yes. Yesyesyes.” You buck your hips, nails digging into his neck, “F-fuck!”

He slides his fingers out and up to your clit, fingers vigorously rubbing over it and you feel a gush, followed by another.

“There you go, baby.” Chris groans, reaching up to turn your face to him. He crashes his lips on yours, groaning against them as you slide your hand down to pump his cock a few times.

He leans back, biting his lip as he watches you scramble to get your jeans and panties off the rest of the way.

“Come here.” He reaches out, hands sliding over your hips as you hover over his aching cock. He bucks up as you slide down, moans mixing together in the small space of the car.

You tilt your head back, hand sliding to press against the drivers seat, “Fuck.” You groan, quickly getting into a bouncing rhythm.

Chris’ hands tighten on your waist as his teeth hold his lower lip in their vice. He groans lowly, eyes focused on you, “Fuck, that’s it. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

You look down at him, a smirk settling on your lips as you lean forward, hand pressing to the window, “I’m only good if I like you enough.”

He smiles, rolling his eyes as he sits up.

You sit up with him, hand laying over his on the back of the seat as your other arm tightens around his neck.

You roll your hips, grinding against him and you whimper, “M’close again.”

“One more time and I’ll take over.” He whispers before crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as you move your hips faster.

You lean back, hand pressing against the door for stability as moans flood through your lips, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.” Your lips part as you feel yourself slipping into completely euphoria once again, “Feels so good.”

Chris leans forward, quickly switching positions.

You’re on your back, and his thrust pick up to finish guiding you through your high.

Your hands slide up, holding each side of his neck as you feel his thrust growing sloppier and slower. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt him stop, slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper as his cock twitches.

You let out a sigh, opening your eyes to look up at him.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I think that was better than last time.” You laugh as he helps you sit up, “Yeah, I can agree on that.”

You bend down, grabbing your jeans, “I think your car needs cleaned, again, and someone put me in the wet spot so I think I need a shower as soon as possible.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that.” Chris fights back his laughter, but fails, “Sorry. We can go back to my place, kinda feeling a round two, you know what I mean?”

You look over at him, lifting your hips to shrug your jeans up over your ass, “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”

He climbs to the front after redressing and you follow behind him.

“Since you were a good girl.” He hands you another joint, “Here you go.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the nickname, “Mm, thanks.” You take it, glancing over at him as you take it, “I like being rewarded.” You laugh as you place it between your lips and Chris reaches up to light it, “Of course you do.”

You take a drag, resting your head back as you hold in the smoke. You exhale, handing him the joint, “But only by you.”

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Too Sweet For Me

Summary: Seventeen year old Y/N isn't thrilled when she finds out her father is somehow Soldier Boy and she's now meant to live with him...

Pairing: Soldier Boy x daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, minor fight

A/N #1: I noticed I've never done a Soldier Boy x daughter fic and decided to remedy that! This was meant to be a very short fic but it spiraled a bit. Not sure if there's any interest in this going forward but I have ideas for where it could go if I were to continue...

A/N #2: This diverges just a tad from The Boys. For the purposes of this story, imagine that Soldier Boy killed Homelander at the end of S3 and is now running The Seven. The reader is seventeen for this story...

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You swallowed as the man that was apparently your father strode around the corner. He was tall and broad, the green fabric of his uniform stretched taut over his strong muscular form. All you’d wanted for years was to find him, have your birth dad miraculously come take you out of foster care so you could stop the constant moves, the constant disappointment. 

At seventeen you knew better than to expect some instant connection. Mom hadn’t been shy about the fact he was an anonymous donor, even when you were little and asked who he was. You always figured he didn’t want you but after she died when you were eight, you hoped he’d show up somehow, like something out of Annie and you’d suddenly have a permanent family again.

Having Soldier Boy for a father wasn’t exactly filling you and the warm and fuzzies.

At least it explained the super strength when you hit puberty, a fact you’d kept hidden from everyone. Every foster parent, schoolmate, social services employee. You weren’t about to wind up in Red River and have your life destroyed before it even started.

“I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” said Andrew, the brand new case worker assigned to you. You didn’t take you eyes off the man before you, green eyes watching you cautiously, as a door to the apartment in Vought tower closed behind you.

Soldier Boy’s gaze wandered lower, taking you in fully. Your fists clenched by your sides. You didn’t care what the news said about how he was the hero that took out Homelander. About how he was a war hero. About how somehow he got your mother pregnant after he supposedly died and that made no sense at all.

All you could think about was the gossip forums you scrolled through last year during your annual supe school project on him. Manipulative. Abuser. Sexist. Violent. Damn near sociopathic with how little he cared for the victims left in his wake. 

Finally his gaze met yours again, his mouth curling up in a smile when you clenched so hard the whites of your knuckles showed through your skin.

“No need to be afraid of me, Y/N,” he said politely, taking a few steps forward but giving you plenty of space. “I know you’re confused and I’ll explain but I am your father. I wouldn’t harm you.”

“Funny. Didn’t you kill your last child six months ago? Homelander? Instilling me with a lot of confidence.” His eyebrows raised, his smile flashing a bit of surprise. “I’m not some delicate flower, old man.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, stepping right in front of you, staring you down as you failed to fight back a thick swallow. He gently wrapped his hand around your wrist, your breath hitching when he gave it a squeeze. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Put your dick anywhere near me and I’ll rip it off.” His hand shot to your jaw, cradling it and forcing you to keep your head up, staring straight at his angry eyes. 

“You’re sick in the head if you think I’d ever touch you. You’re my child for fucks sake and you will learn to watch your mouth.” You kneed him in the groin, Soldier Boy’s whole body jerking as his hands shot to his midsection, doubled over in pain.

“Don’t you confuse the fact that I’m a good person with weakness,” you spat back. He recovered quickly despite you putting all your force behind the hit. Shit. Just how strong was he? You backed up straight into the apartment door, Soldier Boy crowding in on your space. A tremble ran through your body. He’d killed Homelander and his grandson had disappeared off the face of the planet and they hadn’t even done anything to him.

Soldier Boy leaned down, his face barely more than an inch away from your own, his hands splayed out on either side of your head. You kept his gaze though, something flickering in his green eyes for the briefest of moments.

“Who would have thought my teenage daughter had a bigger set of balls than that psycho of a son ever did.” You didn’t move, didn’t dare suck in a breath as he sized you over again. Suddenly he straightened, staring over your head at the wood behind you. “I’m your father whether you like it or not and you’re under my care until you’re 18. You’ll want for nothing.”

“Nothing but an actual father,” you mumbled, wincing when you realized he had super hearing and stifled at the response. After a long beat, he strode away over to a liquor cart, carelessly pouring a large glass of whiskey for himself. 

“Where’s my room?” you sighed, reaching to pick up your backpack and duffel from the foyer. 

“Second floor, second door on the right,” he said, getting to the duffel before you could take it. He held it out for you, taking a long sip, the only indication that it burned the small hiss of air he let out.

You got one hand on the strap when he didn’t release it, your eyes narrowing.

“I used to look at my father like that you know.”

“Let me make something clear,” you said, yanking the bag away, Soldier Boy allowing you to take it. “I don’t know what this is but I’m not going to fall head over heels for you just because you’re my dad. You have to earn that and if you’re not going to try, then stay out of my way.”

He smirked, leaning back against the bar cart with. “What a big little girl you are with your ultimatums. You think a temper tantrum is how to get what you want?”

“All I want is you to not hurt me and for you to be nice. It’s a low fucking bar and until you can clear it, it’s better if you leave me alone.” 

“You’re too sweet for me,” he said, throwing back the rest of his drink, pouring himself another. “A girl who writes a paper on how awful Soldier Boy is and how if he were a normal citizen would have been thrown in jail isn’t someone I would ever expect would give him a chance.”

You lifted your chin even as your heart rate picked up, Soldier Boy quickly by your side and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’d expect a bit more ruthlessness from the girl that said I deserved the death penalty.” Your gaze fixated on the sleek wooden floors beneath you, his arm brushing yours. “It’s okay to admit you want a daddy, baby girl. I’m not a monster like you think.”

“It’s okay to admit you’re scared of being alone. Why else would you come and get me?” you said, his body tense beside you. You turned your head up, his gaze hard once more. You smiled. “I hit a nerve, old timer?”

“It’s cute that you think I give a shit about you.” You couldn’t hide the flash of pain on your face, his eyes narrowing. “Like I said, you’re too sweet. I can break you with just a few words.”

“Then why find me?” you asked as he shoved the whiskey in your hands and took the bags from them, storming off across the apartment for the stairs. “Why did you take me out of my foster home?”

“Because you’re mine whether I like it or not.” He looked over his shoulder. “And you will not fuck that up. Now drink that, calm the fuck down and get used to it or I’ll make sure you get tossed in Red River without a second thought.”

“Or you can just man the fuck up and say you’re scared because you’re alone and I’m all you got.” He stared you down, trying to intimidate you but you didn’t miss the way his eyes watered ever so slightly before he was gone around the corner.

You sighed, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. Okay, that could have gone worse. Much worse. While you weren’t exactly thrilled about how things had gone, at least you knew one thing. 

Somewhere deep, deep down, that man cared about you, only so he wouldn’t be lonely. You wouldn’t trust that it was anything more than that. Those days were long gone, especially when Soldier Boy of all people was your father. It was far too dangerous to trust whatever act he put on once he decided to start playing nice.

You took a long sip of the whiskey, the fiery liquid burning down your throat, making you cough violently. You swore you heard the asshole laughing all the way from the living room.

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Pairing: Russell Shaw xf!reader, Reader POV

Summary:  The last thing that you wanted was to be woken up in the middle of the night by Colter Shaw for a favor, but when he shows up toting a ruggedly handsome man with green eyes you decide to forgive him. Reader is the niece of Velma and Teddi!

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings: I'm gonna label this one 18+ just in case I missed anything. Blood, Cleaning Out A Wound, Mentions of Allergies? Gunshots, Some Cursing, A Bit of Sexual Innuendo, Sexual fantasy/reader has active imagination, Self-deprecating Thoughts/Body Issues (reader), Mentions of Infidelity, Reader Is A Single Mom, Appearance Of Creepy-Jerk Ex Husband, Probably a Poor Description Of What It’s Like To Be A Single Mom (I tried my best, please I do not mean to offend anyone❤️), Russell Shaw might be a little bit OOC. Reader is occasionally described as "curvy."

Song Inspiration: Long As I Can See The Light By Creedence Clearwater Revival

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n if any. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite! This is my first time writing for Russell Shaw, so, please be gentle. 😅

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: I finally watched Tracker… Could you tell? 😂

Sunday nights, in your opinion, were the worst.

It was like the last few moments of freedom before you were thrust into a busy work week, like the last few rays of light before the coming darkness that you barely survived with copious amounts of coffee and bloodied fingertips. Monday always loomed, but never as much as on Sunday nights.

The dull thud of your phone vibrating against your wooden bedside table grates on your ears and pulls you from the sweet precipice of sleep before you can fall into the void.

It felt as if you’d just collapsed into your bed and one look at the alarm clock on your bedside table as you blinked your bleary eyes confirmed it. It was 3:58 am, which meant you had been in bed for exactly three minutes.

You were still covered in chocolate cupcake batter, pink frosting, and rainbow sprinkles from the last six hours you'd spent in the kitchen making gluten free, sugar free, and peanut free cupcakes for a bake sale at your son’s school.

Even though you hadn't volunteered Stephanie Jacobson, or rather the wicked witch of the PTA, had cornered you in the pick-up line on Friday afternoon to remind you of your "duties as a parent" and the coming bake sale to support the building of the new gym. And then she’d handed you a list of student allergies and asked you to create something that was safe for everyone.

Taste be damned.

Why the school needed a new gym you didn't know, but the guilt that rose when Stephanie mentioned your "duties as a parent" was enough to make you say yes to whatever she asked you.

You had enough guilt already about raising your kids without a stable father figure, and the last thing you needed was guilt from a stuck up bitch in the PTA.

Stephanie reminded you of the girls in high school that used to pick at their food, the ones that knew exactly what to say to make you feel like a freak, the ones who dated the football players and spent their Friday nights wearing cheerleading uniforms and waving pom poms, and the ones who basically made everyone else's life a living hell.

Everything about her screamed superior. The flawless way she curled her perfect platinum blonde hair, the stylish clothes she wore than never seemed to have a wrinkle or a mashed carrot smeared on the pants, the supple breasts that she swore were real, a perfectly toned stomach that never seemed to change despite her having a child two months ago, and the easy way she handled all of her three children with a flourish of her left hand that housed a 6 karat diamond ring from her gorgeous husband that was so attentive, perfect, and rich that it made you feel sick to your stomach.

All of which anyone could read on her mommy blog that she'd dubbed "Little Mistakes Make Perfect Lessons," and the same blog that she'd created an empire from.

Fuck, you hated her.

Mostly because despite everything you tried you never had enough time in the day to look as flawless as she did.

Your hair never seemed to be as bouncy or perfectly styled, you never had time to put makeup on, you always had mashed carrot on your pants or some form of cheerio or baby food, as many times as you tried to carve out time for the gym you never seemed to make it, the small ring you'd once wore on your finger was sitting idle in your jewelry box upstairs where it had been for the past year after your husband of six years told you that he met someone else, and your stomach and your breasts… you didn't want to think about that right now.

You had two kids and you weren't going to pretend that it did nothing to your body, any part of your body. And as many times as you saw all the other mothers around you who were proud of the way they looked, you never had their confidence, especially not after the comments that your ex-husband had made each time the two of you finally had some time to be alone together.

But that wasn't to say you hated being a mom, you loved it, wouldn't change it for the world. It was just sometimes you wished you had a little help, that, and you wished that Mondays didn't exist. 

You groan as you reach for the phone that still vibrates desperately on your bedside table and flip it over to see who's calling before you answer it.

"Colter, why the hell are you calling me at four am?" You half moan, pulling the comforter up over your head as if that'll make Monday go away.

You'd been close to murder several times, first when you found your husband in your bed with his nineteen year-old secretary, second when your local coffee shop was out of espresso and you did your entire shift at the hospital with no coffee, and Colter Shaw waking you up at almost four in the morning was quickly becoming number three.

"Because I didn't want to wake up Emma or Luke. Can you open the door?" He replies, stating the names of your children, sounding slightly out of breath.

"What door?" You groan again, eyes still shut wishing that this was just a bad dream and Colter wasn't calling you because he needed your help… again.

"The front door. Please, I need you to let me in."

"Why are you here? Couldn't it wait until tomorrow? Did you try to call Teddi or Vel-"

"I'll explain when you come open the door."

"By doing that I'd have to get up."

"Please."

You hesitate. Colter didn't usually say please, let alone twice whenever he showed up needing your help.

You'd met him by accident.

Sure your Aunt Teddi had talked about the "rewardist" that she and your Aunt Velma worked with, but you hadn't been expecting to ever meet him. But when Colter got shot on a job and showed up at Teddi and Velma's home you'd helped patch him up. You'd been there picking up your six year old son Luke and your three year old daughter Emma, after work. Teddi and Velma watched them for you when your deadbeat ex Lance couldn't be bothered to give you the support you needed.

Which was all the time despite his continuous arguing that he was in their lives enough and if anything it was your fault that he didn't have more time with them.

Each time he said that it made you want to slam his head in the door of his brand new bright red BMW, the one he'd bought right after you found him in your bedroom plowing his secretary now girlfriend Crystal. Or as you liked to remember her, the girl who still believed that Santa Clause existed and that the U.S government was hiding him from the world.

But Colter had been hurt and it was just fate that you were there at your aunts home to pick up your kids.

Being an ER nurse meant that you knew how to patch Colter up and it wasn't long before he went on his way. That was about four months ago and since then you'd talked to him occasionally when he'd pop by at your aunts home or just to see if you could help him with something.

"Five minutes." You sigh.

This time you crawl out of bed, standing just to the side of it for a second shaking your head to clear the sleep, and grab the long sleeved blue colored duster/robe that was hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Navigating your way down the stairs in the dark as quietly as you can, while half asleep was difficult, but somehow you avoid falling to your death.

Unfortunate, because now you have to go see what Colter wants at freaking 4 am.

The second story home had been you ex-husband's idea, stated that the two of you needed "room to grow" and that the two of you were "investing in your future."

You frown at the thought.

Yeah, room to grow right into your fucking secretary.

As if you needed another blow to your self esteem, but looking at the skinny red-haired goddess that he'd traded you in for that was about as dumb as a rock had been enough to send you so low you might as well be navigating the Marianas Trench in a submarine with a Megalodon chasing after you.

Maybe that means I'd get to be with Jason Stratham.

That thought was welcome. Honestly the thought of any man was a comfort, especially in the dry spell you'd been having since -well- since you'd had Emma three years ago.

Not gonna think about that right now.

The smell of chocolate cupcakes hung heavy in the air as you crossed through the messy living room, wafting out through the open concept kitchen into the space. One look into the kitchen would show enough cupcakes to make anyone salivate, and yes maybe you'd eaten a few before going up to bed, but eating the chocolate didn't count if it was on Sunday night and you could always go to the gym tomorrow…

Yeah. Like that'll happen.

You open the front door. "Alright, somebody better be dying Colter or I swear that I'll-" You stop mid-sentence when you take in the scene on your porch.

Colter is standing there, looking worse for wear. His usual black jacket is gone, he's got a black eye and a scrape along one of his perfect cheekbones, but that's not who you're looking at.

Colter isn't alone.

There's a man leaning heavily on Colter, his muscular right arm is thrown across Colter's shoulders and due to the fact that the man is a little bigger than Colter, he's buckling slightly under his weight. The man is wearing a green army jacket that is soaked around his left shoulder in blood, his dark hair is falling long into his bearded face, and his skin is a few shades paler than it should be. But that doesn't make him any less handsome.

The man still manages to throw you a sly grin, brilliant green eyes shining beneath the strands of his dark hair. "I think you got your wish sweetheart."

"You're not dying Russell." Colter sighs as if he's annoyed. "Hi." He directs at you.

You do feel a little bit bad about saying that now, but you shake it off.

"What the hell happened?" You say as loud as you dare and pull the front door further open so Colter can drag the man, now named "Russell" into your home.

"Shoot out." Colter breathes. "Where do you want him?"

"Kitchen table." You say trying to reach for Russell's left arm to help Colter, but he groans low under his breath and you retract your hand.

"You've got to be a little gentle with me sweetheart." Russell laughs more to himself, but it comes out in a choked sound. "But you can have me wherever you want."

"Colter, he needs to go to the hospital." You say, following behind them, keeping your voice down. "I don't think that I can-"

"Can't, they'll report it. They have to report all gunshots, you know that." Colter grunts, helping Russell lay back on the large kitchen table. "Why are there so many cupcakes in here?"

"Bake sale at Luke’s school." You clip while waving a hand and looking down at Russell who is laying on the kitchen table.

You can't deny that he's attractive, even in this condition. Russell has the perfect ruggedly handsome features that would make the smartest girl stupid and combined with the piercing green eyes that shine beneath the hair that's fallen forward into his face, even you could see yourself being susceptible to his charm.

Fuck.

Deep down you know that Colter is right, that if he did go to the hospital they'd be required to report it and that meant police and an official report. You figured that it was the last thing that Colter wanted.

Then again the guy has so many marks on his record already. You eye the man on your kitchen table. Russell kinda looks like he would have a few marks too.

"Don't want who did this to find him." Colter clarifies.

"So instead you brought him to my house where my children are?" You cross your arms over your chest.

The fear that whatever Colter and Russell had stumbled upon following behind them to your home made a cold trickle of fear race down your spine.

"We weren't followed." Colter soothes. "I promise I'd never do that to you. And I've got Bobby doing a trace to make sure they don't come close."

He actually looks a little hurt that you'd think that of him. Colter was a lot of things, but uncaring was not one of them.

You relax, but don't apologize despite the guilt swimming in your gut. "Fine. Give me a second." You leave the room to find the first aid kit in the hall closet, the same one that you'd made for your aunts to keep at their house if Colter showed up in the middle of the night with this exact problem. You'd even been involved enough to show your aunts how to deal with a gunshot wound if you weren't there.

When you get back in the room, Colter is removing Russell's jacket, and Russell grits his teeth when it jostles his left arm.

You set down the kit and reach for the bottom of Russell's shirt to pull it up off him, and he chuckles.

"Aren't you going to buy me a drink first? Better yet we could have a few bottles of my home brew-"

"She's not going to help you, if you annoy her." Colter interrupts.

"I told you that I didn't need anyone's help, I'm perfectly fine- ow!" Russell exclaims when you accidentally yank the shirt over his left arm. "Your bedside manner is a little lacking." He grunts, but his eyes still twinkle with humor.

"Too bad. I'm tired and I've been making chocolate cupcakes for the past six hours, so you get what you get and you don't throw a fit."

"What?" Russell grins at the rhyme that you often tell your children.

You shake your head, and drop your eyes to his chest. There are two perfect circles on his right upper pectoral muscle, but not high enough to reach the collarbone and one in his left bicep where blood seeps around the bullets, but truthfully you're trying not to notice how perfectly muscular he is. There are dark splashes of tattoos against his skin, swirling around other scars that resemble slashes and bullet wounds that you wish to drag your fingertips across to study each mark, to memorize each one beneath the soft pads of your fingers.

How is he just as beautiful covered in blood?

You clear your throat to focus back at the task at hand, examining the current wounds. "Okay. The good news is that the one on your arm is through and through, but these two," Your hand hovers over the two on his right upper chest. "I've got to extract the bullets. Which means that this is going to hurt."

"Been through worse sweetheart."

Your eyes scan the rest of his scarred muscular chest thoughtfully. "Yeah, you have." You murmur it more to yourself than to Russell, but he still grins.

Colter's phone rings shrilly in the kitchen and he groans. "One second. Try not to make her want to kill you Rus."

"No promises little bro."

Oh, so this is Colter's brother.

You'd heard little bits and pieces about Colter's brother, mostly second hand from your Aunt Velma. One of the best things about going over to Teddi and her home was sitting in the living room and hearing Velma gossip about everything she heard from Teddi while drinking wine and eating fancy cheese that you could never afford.

Russell Shaw was no exception.

"Alone at last." Russell says with a wink. "I didn't think he'd ever leave."

"I'm going to get some water to clean these with." You reply, ignoring him, but when you turn away the end of your mouth quirks up into a smile.

He wasn't what you were expecting based on all the rumors that you'd heard from both of your aunts, in fact, you thought he was kind of charming.

You roll up your sleeves and wash your hands before turning back to Russell. He's sitting up on your kitchen table, hands braced on his sides, with his legs spread wide apart. He doesn’t look like someone with three gunshot wounds, and you wonder if this is a regular day for him. Colter certainly didn't get shot that much.

"So are you a rewardist too?" You ask standing between his legs and trying not to focus on the warmth of his breath against your collar bone.

"Naw. I work for a private security contractor." He breezes.

"Oh." You swallow, looking up into his green eyes for a minute. They're even more beautiful up close, green with flecks of gold around the iris that flicker in the light like stars. "Is it okay if I touch you?"

"You don't gotta ask me that sweetheart, the answer will always be yes."

You flush and brace your hand on his left shoulder, before pouring water into the two wounds on the right side of his chest, trying to clean them the best you can before you extract what's left of the bullets. His skin is warm and smooth beneath the palm of your hand and it's difficult to focus.

Just pretend you're in the hospital and you're treating a patient. You take in a shallow breath. He's just a patient and he's not that good looking.

You know you're lying to yourself, but you were trying your best. It probably didn’t help given the current dry spell you were in or the fact that he even smelled good. Something like gunpowder, leather, and a hint of something spicy that you bet was his shampoo. It prickled under your nose, and activated something in the back of your mind that was having a hard time being quiet. You hadn't been this close to a man you found attractive in a long time.

"Okay. This is going to hurt." You say as you look through the small medical kit that you'd grabbed from the hall closet for the tweezers, trying to calm the thudding of your heart.

"It's okay." Russell replies. "Do what you have to baby. I won't stop you."

You weren't prepared for the warmth that bloomed in the pit of your stomach when he called you baby in the wonderfully rough rumble of his voice.

A voice like that could convince me to jump into a pit filled with alligators with no regrets. Fuck. I'd bet that a voice like that could make me- FOCUS. I will focus. He is Colter's brother and he just got shot. He doesn't need you lusting over him.

Extracting the bullets is as painful for you as it is for him. Watching the way his face scrunches up in pain hurts you more than you thought it would. His hands grip the rim of the wooden kitchen table so hard that they're turning white, and Russell's jaw is clenched so tight that you're afraid that it's going to snap.

You squeeze his left shoulder to give him some comfort. "Almost done." You murmur, searching for the second bullet.

Russell lets out a breath when you finally fish out the other bullet and drop it into an empty cup with a resounding "ping" just as Colter walks back into the room looking worried.

"What?" Russell asks him, looking over your head at his brother.

"That was Bobby. He said that the trace we put on the phone just got a hit a few miles north of here." Colter states. "I'm gonna go check it out."

"Alright, I'll come with." Russell starts to get up, but you push him back with your right hand that you've still got pressed against his left shoulder. Difficult given the fact that he was almost twice the size of you and broader than anyone you'd ever seen. And also difficult because of the way you were trying to ignore how good it felt to feel the pull of his muscles beneath your hand.

"No. You still need stitches and I haven't finished patching you up." You clear your throat, but it still sounds a little hoarse.

"Baby as much as I like you ordering me around-“

"It's alright Russell, I've got this. Just stay here and let her take care of you." Colter interrupts.

Russell frowns at his younger brother. "I'm fine."

"You're not." Colter rolls his eyes. "Stay here. I'll be back in a few hours to pick you up." He turns to look at you. "I'm sorry that we woke you up-"

"It's okay." You shrug. "But you owe me."

"Just add it to my bill." Colter smirks.

Honestly, you weren't as angry as you were when you answered the phone. Something about Russell was different and you didn’t mind helping him at all.

He wasn't like anyone that you had ever met, certainly not in the circles you ran with.

All the dads from your mom friends were blue and white collar workers who worked in the big office buildings downtown, wore suits to work and were more straight-laced, but there was something refreshing about Russell.

He was mysterious, sexy, and his had this aura of self-resilience and survival that you found immensely attractive. Especially when compared to your ex, who couldn't survive without his mocha-caramel double shot latte or wifi.

Russell was the exact opposite of him and you found yourself wanting to know more. More about the almost beautiful scars that curved over his muscular body, more about each tattoo that he’d chosen, and more about him.

He seemed like the kind of guy that hid his trauma under easy smiles and jokes, the kind of person that shrugged off anything that seemed remotely serious with a well placed joke, but you could feel that there was something deeper beneath that he didn’t allow many to see.

And you wanted him to show you.

You weren't sure where any of this was coming from. Russell probably was about as stable and consistent as his brother, and you liked consistency. Spontaneity and surprises tended to make you anxious. But not with Russell.

Though the stability might have been an issue. You were a single working mother, which meant that you didn't want to introduce some random guy into your children's life just to have them get attached and him to bail with no strings attached and-

Calm down. You just met the guy, it's not like he's asking you out on a date.

When Colter leaves and after you’ve cleaned around the wounds the best you can with some alcohol, you realize just how quiet it is in your kitchen.

“You know, I think I’ve seen you before.” Russell says breaking the silence while you search for a needle and thread in the medical kit.

“Really? Where?" You ask looking up.

“In my dreams.”

“Wow." You smile at him. "That line is pretty cheesy."

You shift your right hand over to begin to sew up the wounds on his chest. Russell doesn't even wince when you push the needle through, almost as if he didn't notice it at all.

It made sense, given how many scars and tattoos covered his body. You remember what he said about "being through worse" and it made you feel bad for him, to worry about him. Odd given the fact that the two of you had just met.

"Well I'm a little distracted at the moment sweetheart. It's not often that I get such a beautiful woman to take care of me."

"I thought you didn't need my help?" You smirk.

"Maybe I did." He admits sheepishly.

"Mhmm."

"So how do you know my brother?"

“Why?”

“Trying to see if you’re off limits or not.” Russell tilts his head to the side and flashes a charming smile.

You laugh at his boldness. You’d never met someone so upfront before, it was refreshing. Most of the men you’d meet occasionally at work tended to beat around the bush and made you want to give them a map to get to the point. "We met when he got shot a few months ago."

"Oh so the two of you aren't-" He wiggles his eyebrows and you snort.

"No."

"Huh."

"What?"

"I was just wondering why not?"

"What?"

"Well, you're gorgeous, you're smart, and you're not scared of blood or gunshots. Colter really seems to be dropping the ball."

"Colter doesn't exactly have a stable lifestyle. And I'm kind of complicated."

You were, there wasn't any way around it.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I've got two kids."

Russell blinks in surprise. "Really?"

"Mhmm." You hum continuing your task, not phased by the blood at all.

His eyes trace your figure for a minute, making a shiver travel down your spine. It was the first time in a long time that you were okay with someone looking at you like that and to be honest, the first time that you wanted someone to look at you like that in a while.

After everything that happened with your ex-husband and his secretary you were more inclined to sit on your couch with a glass of wine and read away your troubles with a steamy romance novel that did more for you than any of your ex-husband's attempts to satisfy you. It also didn't help that you had no interest in going out with your few friends and meeting someone at a club who probably would never call you again and probably wouldn't be as enthusiastic to learn that you were a mom.

You'd only been on one date since you'd broken it off with your husband with your aunts accountant Jerry, and the date stuttered to a halt when he learned you had two children and weren't interested in having an open relationship.

"I wouldn't have guessed that."

“Really? The mountain of chocolate cupcakes wasn’t a clue?” You arch an eyebrow with a smirk, while gently tying off the string to close the first wound before moving on to the second.

“I thought you just really liked baking. And I’m okay with coming home every night to a mountain of chocolate cupcakes if it means you’re there too.” He winks.

“Not sure you want any of those.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they’re gluten free, sugar free, and nut free.”

The horrified look on Russell’s face makes you feel like you’d just told him that hot dogs do in fact contain trace amounts of dog.

“Why on earth would you make them like that?! They're not even cupcakes anymore!" He exclaims.

You found it funny that he seemed more upset over the mutilation of the chocolate cupcakes than over being shot.

Maybe he's always like this?

"I know. I'm a monster." You sigh. "But Stephanie Jacobson said I had to." You let out a frustrated sigh with her name.

Bringing anything other than what she asked for was a suicide mission. The last person who did that was Gale Smith in the great Fourth of July Cook-out calamity of 2021. In Gale's defense, no one though that the bushes would catch fire so fast, but Stephanie had a memory like an elephant so Gale decided to transfer her children to the school one town over. The last thing you wanted was for your name to go down in history for the Cupcake Catastrophe of 2024.

Russell leans forward and lowers his voice like it's a secret. “Is Stephanie your imaginary friend?”

“No!” You laugh. “She’s this other mom at my son’s school who said I wasn’t living up to my ‘duties as a parent’ and that I needed to ‘participate.’”

"She sounds great."

"Oh yeah, we're practically best friends." You continue to work on the other wounds in the silence that follows.

"I bet you're a good mom." Russell says watching you with an unreadable expression. He's leaning a little bit towards you still, making the smell gunmetal, leather, spice, and just a hint of mint come through the space between the two of you.

Damn he smells really good.

"Uh-huh. You've known me for ten minutes and you haven't seen me with my children-"

"I can tell."

"Is that your superpower or something?" You reach for a bandage to lay over the wound in his chest smiling to yourself. "All the other useful superpowers like being bulletproof got taken?"

"I don't think it's useless if it makes you smile like that when I say it, sweetheart."

Your eyes flick upwards to Russell's face. His green eyes are shining in the light of your kitchen, his dark hair still hanging over his forehead, and he is still just as ridiculously handsome as he was the moment Colter dragged him through your front door. You don’t remember why you were so mad at Colter anymore.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're too smooth for your own good?" You raise your eyebrow.

"No ma'am." Russell cracks an even wider smile and it makes you loose all feeling in your legs. He was just so effortlessly handsome that it made you want to do something stupid, like have sex with him on top of the same kitchen table that you serve blueberry pancakes to your children.

"Hmm." You bite the inside of your cheek. "Well, now you know and maybe now that you're aware, it could prevent you from getting shot."

"Are you saying I got shot because I'm too smooth?"

"Maybe."

"Because usually it has a different effect."

"Huh. Well in that case, maybe try using some of that to smooth things over and you'd avoid getting shot." You begin to wrap another fresh bandage around the bullet wound on his arm, bracing your free hand against his chest, trying to ignore the way his skin is warm and chiseled beneath your palm.

He had the kind of body that you'd never imagined actually existed. Russell Shaw looked like he walked out one of the romance novels you loved so much.

Hell, they should use pictures of him to make the book covers.

"I'll remember that next time." Russell pauses. "But then it means I wouldn’t get shot and I wouldn't get to have you patch me up."

"I guess not."

You didn't think that you'd smiled as much as you had in the past twenty minutes with him than you had your entire five year marriage. Not to mention that it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't trying to convince you why they should be allowed to have a cookie before dinner.

A charged silence passes through the air between the two of you, his eyes locked on yours sending goosebumps over your skin. You weren't sure if anyone had ever looked at you like that before. You'd noticed that most gave you the obligatory skate over, but Russell didn't. He looked at you as if he was studying you as if he were genuinely curious to know more. 

Your eyes trace his broad shoulders, toned abdomen, and muscular arms, noting that he's the kind of strong and broad that was made to handle someone a little more curvy like you. And you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't thought about it more than once since Russell came through your front door.

You felt your mind sink into the fantasy of Russell pining you to the kitchen table and feeling the warmth of his rough hands against your body-

Snap out of it. The guy is bleeding, he got shot. He needs to rest.

"I think you'll survive." You smile pulling back from him to clear your head. It was much easier when you couldn't smell him as strongly. "And if Colter isn't going to be back for a few hours you can crash on the couch. It's not the most comfortable but-"

"I'm sure it's fine." Russell shrugs and stands from your kitchen table.

You try and fail to ignore how his muscles pull with the movement as he reaches for his shirt and you step forward to help him put it on, knowing that it might hurt with his injury. "Okay." You clear your throat, that has become thick all of a sudden. "And if you're hungry I've got plenty of cupcakes-"

"Please don't call them that. They're an disgrace to the cupcake name."

"Yeah, but the ones in the microwave are actually cupcakes. I had to make a few that were edible." You gesture with your hand and laugh at how quickly Russell goes to get one.

He doesn’t even bother to pull away the wrapping before he takes a bite and he audibly moans. Russell looks at you awestruck. "Holy shit, you made this? Where have you been all my life?"

"Shut up." You roll your eyes at him.

"I'm serious, this cupcake is my reason to keep living. Here I thought putting sriracha on French fries was the height of cuisine, but damn."

You could feel yourself blush bright red at his compliment. You weren't used to a man going out of his way to compliment you on something other than how you looked, but everything about Russell Shaw was refreshing and nothing like you expected.

"Thank you." You wait another second, watching him eat more of the cupcake and smash icing and flecks of chocolate over his chin. You laugh at him and hand him a paper towel. "You're worse than my three year old."

"Your three year old is a lucky kid, if she’s got a mom like you to make stuff like this for her."

It's like he wants me to fall in love with him. How can someone look so unbelievably cute and sexy while covered in chocolate cupcake?

Don't answer that.

"Sometimes I think I'm the lucky one. I love my kids-" You say before you can stop yourself. You hesitate afraid that it would send Russell for the hills when you brought up the fact that you loved your children.

"Yeah?" Russell's smile brightens as he wipes his face with the napkin.

"Yeah." You blink mildly shocked. Of all the people in the world to talk about your children with, you never expected someone like Russell Shaw. “I do."

Again he was surprising you, and talking to him was just so refreshing and it made you feel like your head had finally cleared, like your chest was lighter and you could actually talk to someone for real without putting out this together image of yourself you thought you had to when inside you were crumbling from the overbearing expectations of the people around you.

The silence is back, filling the kitchen with a palpable energy that you wonder if Russell can feel, but you shake it off.

"I guess I'll see you in the morning. It was nice to meet you Russell, but I'm sorry that you got shot." You smile.

"I'm not." Russell smiles. "I got to meet you."

"Alright Casanova, I need to go to bed, because my kids will wake me up in about two hours." You frown over at the couch. "There's a pillow and a blanket down the hall in the bathroom closet." You gesture with one hand. "I'll see you in the morning." You repeat because you're not too sure what to say.

"Yeah. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

You turn and walk up the stairs to your bedroom, feeling the thin blue robe swishing around your ankles as you do.

And as you fall into your bed all you can think about as you start to drift is the ruggedly handsome man downstairs, with the brilliant green eyes that crinkle with his smile, and the large hands rough from hard work, that seems to be more than what meets the eye.

The alarm clock on your bedside table might as well be employed by the devil for waking you up and the idea of smashing it to bits with the heavy metal table lamp that sits beside it crosses your mind. You weren't sure how many hours you'd gotten in, only that they weren't enough, and you were in desperate need of coffee.

You roll over on your back, looking up at your ceiling as you blink your eyes open, following the familiar sweeps of the paint brush that were left behind.

The memory of the night's events come back in full color and you stiffen remembering exactly why you'd gone to bed so late. Images of last night flash through your mind. Colter dragging a bloodied Russell through your front door, Russell sitting on your kitchen table looking much too attractive covered in blood, him flirting with you with a wide smile that made you feel warm from the inside out…

Oh fuck he's still on my couch. How am I going to explain that to my kids?

You dress in a flash and stumble down the stairs as quickly as you can, tripping and falling into the living room, but when you look you realize that Russell isn't on the couch. The pillow and brightly colored quilted blanket he used are neatly folded on one of the plush cushions, but he's nowhere to be found.

I guess Colter came to get him.

You weren't expecting the wave of disappointment that comes with that realization, but as you turn to go back up the stairs to ready yourself for the day, you hear your daughter’s voice.

"Mommy!" She says. "Look! Rus is making pancakes."

What?

You turn to investigate your spacious kitchen. It was still covered in an alarming amount of cupcakes, but that’s not what’s surprising, what’s surprising is Russell, standing at your crowded stove with a spatula in his hand, sliding a perfectly golden brown pancake around in the bottom of a pan.

You blink your eyes to make sure that you’re not imagining it and make sure that you’re not asleep.

"Hey gorgeous." Russell flashes a wide grin. "How'd you sleep?"

"Um-" You glance at where your daughter is sitting with your son, both eating stacks of pancakes at your kitchen table, the same kitchen table that you were fantasizing about Russell and you-

Nope. Not going there.

Honestly, any fantasy you had about him was blown away by the sight of him standing in your kitchen making pancakes for your children. Something so domestically wonderful that turned you on even more than the image of him shirtless sitting on your kitchen table.

This was something even your husband refused to do, cook. Any day that you tried to get him to, he'd said that it was your "job." And here Russell was standing in your kitchen looking even more effortlessly gorgeous cooking for your family without being asked.

"I sleep good. How did you sleep?" You ask taking a hesitant step towards him.

"Good. Better than I have in a bit actually." He turns back to the pan and flicks his wrist, flipping the pancake inside.

Emma claps happily and Luke watches Russell with a look of absolute awe on his face, while you try not to have impure thoughts about Russell in front of your children.

"You didn't have to make breakfast-"

"I did." He plates the pancake and holds it out to you. "I wanted to thank you for patching me up."

"It wasn't a big deal." You shrug, but take the pancake from the plate, rolling it up like a taco before you take a bite.

Russell cocks his head to the side studying you for a moment. "It was to me." His green eyes are just as hypnotic today as they were last night, tracing over your body in a way that makes pins and needles tickle over your skin. "Plus, wanted to make the kids something that wasn't gluten free, nut free, and sugar free. Emma sure can put away some pancakes."

It was odd to see someone so eager to make himself comfortable in your house, especially a man you barely knew and who you owed absolutely nothing to. Not to mention that Russell genuinely seemed happy to be making breakfast for your children as if he belonged there.

It was so different from every other man that you'd ever met, and you wanted to get used to it. You wanted to get used to having a man around again, to having Russell in your home and in your life. You'd never been spontaneous or wanted to jump headfirst without looking at the pros and cons, but watching Russell standing at your stove, with the sunlight coming through the windows behind him and illuminating his broad shoulders and sifting through his dark hair, you saw absolutely no downside.

"Yeah she's always had a good appetite."

"Hope she doesn't lose that. I hate it when women don't eat." Russell shrugs his shoulders and goes back to make a pancake for himself. "Plus Luke needs to bulk up. He said his dad is going to sign him up for baseball."

You stiffen at the mention of your ex, not sure if you should supply the information, or if you should let it slide. Russell's eyes flick down at your left hand for a half-second, so quickly you could have missed it, but you understood what he was doing.

"He's my ex-husband." You murmur low enough so only Russell could hear.

"Good." Russell replies with a knowing smirk. "Means that I don’t have any competition."

You roll your eyes at his reaction and walk over to where your children are eating. Luke is covered in maple syrup as per usual. He had always been a messy eater, but because he insisted on having his hair cropped short, it never seemed to be too much of a problem.

Just as Emma looks like your ex-husband, Lance, Luke looks like you. He has the same eyes and same colored hair, but he'd always been a little short for his age. Lance usually picked at him for that, but you didn't know what Lance was expecting, Luke was six years old, he'd grow!

"Good pancakes?" You ask, trying to wipe at his face with a napkin but he pulls away with an exclaimed "Mom!"

"What? You're covered in syrup." You laugh, raising the napkin again, but Luke dodges your hand.

"Mom!" Luke says again.

"Alright, fine. But go get dressed, your dad will be here to pick you up any minute." You say, urging him with a hand against his shoulder.

Today Lance was taking Luke to school and picking him up after for a baseball game, before staying with him at his apartment. You’d told your Aunt Teddi and your Aunt Velma that you'd help them plant a garden today, and Emma had been looking forward to it as much as you had.

Velma had been talking about it all through last week, and you’d gotten the day off specifically off for it. Emma was also excited about it because Teddi had bought flowers specifically for butterflies and your daughter loved them more than life itself.

You were looking forward to working out in the sun, feeling the healing rays against your skin, listening to the sounds of the world outside your aunts familiar home soothe you, play with the dogs for a little bit, and finally go inside for a few glasses of wine while Velma, Teddi, and you talked about the book of the month. Book club nights were especially special for Emma as well. Velma always poured Emma's apple juice into a plastic pink wine glass that she'd bought for Emma so she could feel included.

This book had been really good and you couldn't wait to share what you'd thought while eating expensive cheese and cupcakes and while the dogs circled below like raptors.

You loved being at their home. It was always such a comfort to be somewhere where you felt that you could be yourself especially after Lance left you. Your mother had died when you were a kid and your dad had never been equipped to handle things like that so your Aunt Teddi had picked up the slack in your early years and now after she'd married Velma, you had another person in your life who supported you and made you feel like you could be yourself. Both of them had been furious when they learned about what Lance had done and sat with you while you cried into a box of tissues.

It had been difficult to talk them both out of killing Lance. Surprising since your Aunt Teddi was usually the voice of reason.

Luke sighs, but listens to you, getting up from the table to make his way upstairs. You can hear his footsteps as he walks down the hallway above and into his room.

Despite his reluctance, he was looking forward to today as well. Sometimes you thought that he felt left out when you all went over to your aunts house. You knew that Luke longed for the attention of his father, and something broke inside of you each time your ex-husband made him feel forgotten.

You turn to look at your daughter. "Good pancakes?"

"Yes!"

"Did you tell Russell thank you?"

"Thank you Rus!" She sing-songs with a wide smile, before moving her plastic fork back into the pile enthusiastically.

"You're welcome sweetheart." Russell says from the stove, picking up the pancake in the skillet bare handed before he puts a generous stripe of maple syrup along the inside and rolls it up just like you did. "Do you want another one?" His gaze turns to you, warm and open.

Fuck, why is he so damn attractive?

"No I'm-"

The knock on the front door interupts your answer signifying the arrival of Lance. When he'd moved out of the house you'd changed all the locks and then refused to give him a key. Something that he'd pouted and stomped about worse than your toddler, but you'd held firm. You didn't want him in your house and you definitely didn't want her in your house either.

"Daddy!" Emma squeals and before you can stop her, she leaps from her chair like she'd been shot from a cannon and runs down the front hallway to open the door for your ex.

You sigh out a breath to prepare yourself for what comes next. Talking to Lance was always tense and as much as you tried to be civil, Lance didn't. He didn't pull punches, and often lacked the common decency that everyone else had.

Russell's studying you again, his easy smile slipping into a frown when he notes the change in your attitude.

"Stay here. This shouldn't take long." You force a smile, but it lacks the enthusiasm you’d had whenever you talked to Russell before.

Sometimes just the thought of your ex took the energy out of you, as if you were on a space ship and all the air got sucked out into the cold silent vacuum.

Lance is standing on the front step hugging your daughter with one hand while the other holds his phone behind her head, his gaze intently on the screen while Emma chatters in his ear. He's not paying attention though. He never was and never did.

His black hair is slicked back over his head and cropped shorter than the last time you saw him. Now it barely touches his collar but hangs long over the top of his head. His brown eyes glint an amber in the light of the sun, and he’s wearing a tailored blue suit with a dark patterned tie.

“Hey.” Lance clips to you as he stands, releasing Emma who is still trying to talk to him, but he ignores her.

You grind your teeth together. “Hi.”

He sighs audibly sensing the tension, as if it’s you that’s done something wrong.

“Emma, why don’t you go finish your pancakes?” You smile down at your daughter and pat her on the head. “We’ve got to go soon.”

“Okay! Bye daddy!”

“That’s nice honey.” He says absentmindedly, still typing furiously on his phone, while Emma rushes back down the hallway and into the kitchen, that is hidden from view of the front door.

“You know you could put the phone down for once. The world won’t implode if you wait a few seconds to answer a text.” You say.

“Don’t start.” Lance rolls his eyes.

The BMW idling at the curb catches in the early morning sunlight and you see a flash of red-hair. Crystal is in the passenger seat, her auburn hair piled on top of her head effortlessly, her lips painted a dark colored red, there’s a pair of heart shaped sunglasses over her eyes, and she’s wearing black dress low cut enough that her ample breasts spill out through the wide V.

She peers at you from where she sits in the car, her phone perched in her lap, and you watch her dark colored lips twitch into a knowing smirk when she catches you looking at her.

Each time you saw her was like taking a punch to the gut.  It made you pull your oversized sweater a little tighter over your chest self-consciously.

“I’m not starting anything. I’m just saying that you should pay more attention to-“ You begin, but Lance interrupts.

“I don’t want to do this with you. I have a deposition due today and I have to finish sending this email.” He snaps.

“Fine.” You sigh, trying to remain calm. You hated when he did this, when he made it seem like no one and nothing else was important except his job. “Luke is getting ready. I have to box up these cupcakes for a bake sale at the school. All you have to do is drop them off and tell-“

“Oh sorry babe. Can’t do the thing today.”

You bristled when he called you babe. You weren't his, not after everything the two of you had been through.

“What do you mean you can’t do the ‘thing’ today?” You plant your hands on your hips trying to comprehend what he's saying.

“With the kid. Sorry. Crystal made plans for us at some fancy restaurant or whatever. Supposed to be the best in the city-“

“What?”

“I can’t take the kid today.” He repeats slowly, this time looking up, but he doesn’t bother to apologize, and his gaze barely meets yours before he drops his eyes back to the hand clutched in his perfectly manicured fingers.

“But you promised Luke that you were going to take him to a baseball game today after school. That he was going to get to spend the night with you and-“

“Sorry.” The apology isn’t sincere and you know it, despite Lance’s attempts to drop his smile into a sympathetic frown. It comes across as more condescending.

Crystal honks the horn of the car as if to tell Lance to hurry up, and it takes a very large amount of effort for you not to flip her the bird.

“No. Luke has been looking forward to this all week! Not to mention I had to ask off for today specifically-“

“And I’ll apologize to him too.” Lance goes back to typing something on his phone. “This dinner means a lot to Crystal-“

“I don’t give two shits what means a lot to that red-haired bimbo!” You snap, the rage and frustration building in your chest. “You made a promise to your son to take him to a baseball game and actually spend time with him and that’s exactly what you’re going to do!”

Lance looks up from his phone, his eyes narrowing. “You always fucking do this.”

“Do what?”

“Pick a fight.”

“I am not picking a fight Lance. All you’ve done since you’ve shown up here is ignore your daughter and tell me that you’re backing out of the one thing I’ve asked you to do in months!”

“I told you that I have a meeting and a deposition due today! Damn it, what do you want from me? To quit my big job that pays for this house?” He steps forward towering over you. Lance was taller than you, but he had always been lanky and thin, unable to gain too much weight or muscle at a time. “Why do you find the need to make me feel like my life isn’t important?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything about your life! I’m talking about our son’s life-“ You shout incredulous.

“This is exactly why I got out when I did. Because you always try to control every little thing. You’re so damn OCD that if I did one microscopic thing that wasn’t apart of your ‘special plans’ you’d spontaneously combust! You never just shut your big mouth and let me just fucking live my life! You never let me feel like a man! And Crystal understands-“

“Crystal can’t even understand that pickles were once cucumbers! I doubt she can understand whatever warped reality you’re living in Lance.” You spit. “But I’m sorry that me asking you to be a part of our children’s lives is too much for you. That it’s such a chore for you to make them happy.” The frustrated tears had begun to burn against your eyes.

You didn’t know why you expected anything different. Lance had been doing this since your son was born, putting his career above everything else, working late, schmoozing whoever he could, being so damn selfish that he was willing to throw everything the two of you built together for the woman sitting in the car on the curb watching the two of you go at it with a sick satisfaction.

“Don’t fucking do that!” Lance roars and this time he slams his hand against the door frame so roughly that the glass inside shakes and you flinch. “I don’t know why I even try to talk to you. So why don’t you get your big ass up those stairs and-“

“Is there a problem?” Russell’s voice interrupts whatever Lance was going to say, his body sliding into the space behind you so suddenly that you didn’t hear him walk up.

But it felt good for him to be there, to feel the warmth of his body through the air at your back.

He places his hand on the door to open it up a little wider and to seem a bit more intimidating. Russell is easily taller and broader than Lance.

Lance looks up at him confused, puffing out his chest to look more intimidating. “Who the fuck are you?”

 “Maybe you shouldn’t use that kind of language around the kids-“ Russell says with a tight lipped smile.

“They’re my fucking kids. Don’t tell me how to talk.” Lance’s gaze flicks to you. “Who the fuck is this?”

“I’m Russell.” He replies before you can. “And if you know what’s good for you I’d take a few steps back from her.” Russell’s large hand gently presses against your waist, a comforting weight that you weren’t expecting, but welcome, nonetheless.

It made you feel a little bit bolder.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Lance snarls. “Is this your boyfriend? Really? You finally decided to go out with someone and that’s who you pick?”

“Look buddy, if you keep talking to her that way, we’re going to have a problem.” Russell sighs. “And I don’t want to get any blood on your fancy suit.”

“I’m not your buddy. And trust me she’s not worth the fight.” Lance sneers at you, giving you a once over that makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Russell’s jaw clenches tight and he takes a step forward, but you hold out your arm to stop him.

“He’s not my boyfriend and even if he was, it’s none of your business who I date!” You snap back.

Lance only shakes his head, ignoring what you’ve said. “I’m serious pal you don’t want to get involved with her. She’s fucking crazy, not to mention nothing special when it comes to se-“

The next words are lost in the sound of Russell’s fist landing against Lance’s face, the sharp crack followed by the inhuman scream of Crystal at the car. Lance stumbles back off the front step clutching a hand to his face while blood streams through his pinched fingers and over his chin.

“I warned you. Now if you keep talking, I'll make your eyes match.” Russell growls, flexing his hand.

I hope he didn’t rip his stitches.

“You son of a bitch.” Lance sputters, his hand still holding his broken nose. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!”

“It’s worth it, if it shuts you up.” He replies unfazed.

Lance’s eyes narrow with hate as he looks at you one more time, before stumbling back to his car where Crystal has begun to wail over the amount of blood coming from his nose. The car squeals down the street and out of sight, leaving Russell and you standing on your front porch. Thankfully Emma was still in the kitchen eating her pancakes and Luke was upstairs, you didn't want either of them to see Russell punch their dad.

But that didn't mean that you wouldn't mind seeing it again.

You groaned when you thought about your son. You didn’t know how on earth you were going to explain to him why his dad wasn’t going to pick him up or take him to the game.

But at the same time there was a sickening amount of pleasure that bubbled beneath the surface at the thought of Russell breaking Lance’s nose.

“Are you okay?” Russell asks turning to look at you. There’s anger still simmering beneath the surface. You’d never seen him angry in all the time he’d stayed with you. All you’d seen was the funny, easy going, guy with the gorgeous smile, but to see him like this and especially to see him angry over what had just happened…

Just when I thought he couldn’t get any more attractive.

“Yeah. I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize for that asshole. He shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” Russell hesitates. “Does he always talk to you like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“Damn, should have knocked a few teeth out too. He’s got to learn how to speak to a lady, especially one as beautiful as you.”

You felt your cheeks flush. You couldn’t remember the last time that someone called you beautiful and before you can stop yourself you say:

“I don’t think you’re too bad looking yourself.”

“Oh I know. You couldn’t keep your hands off me last night.” Russell’s grin makes you smile and roll your eyes at him.

Again you’re struck by how charming he is and how kind. He didn’t have to do any of the things he’d done today, but he did anyway. He didn’t have to make breakfast for your children, he didn’t have to step in when your ex-husband got mouthy, and he didn’t have to punch Lance in the face, but Russell had.

He'd done more for you in the past few hours than your husband had done in the six years you'd been married to him.

Behind where Russell's standing, Colter’s truck pulls up to idle on the curb in the same place that the BMW had been sitting moments ago, and you raise a hand in a half-wave to greet him. Colter shoots you a grin and waves back.

“Guess my ride’s here.” Russell says glancing back at his brother over his shoulder before he looks back at you.

“Seems so.” You nod. “Are you sure you don’t want me to check your stitches for you one more time before you go? I mean you probably ripped them when you punched Lance."

“Sounds like you just want to catch another peak of me without my shirt on.” Russell laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and hit him on the arm.

“Ow.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Maybe.” He’s studying you again, the sunlight turning his hair a honeyed brown and his eyes into a sharp jade. The light catches his broad shoulders and traces along his strong jaw that is covered in a healthy amount of stubble that makes him look rugged and more handsome than any man you’d ever met.

You bite the inside of your cheek. “It was nice to meet you Russell. And again, I'm sorry that you got shot."

Russell shrugs. “It was worth it. I got to meet you and I got to punch that asshole in the face so win-win.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“Yes, I did.” Russell’s jaw tightens. “You didn’t deserve any of the things he was saying about you or about the kids.”

“True.” You hesitate.

Should I ask him for his number or is that too forward?

“I’ll see you around.” Russell smiles at you one more time before making his way to his brother’s car, just as Emma joins you on the front step.

“Did daddy leave?” She sounds sad.

“Yeah. He did.” You take her small hand in yours.

“But why does Russell have to go too?” She whines.

“Because he’s going home.”

You felt a twinge in your chest watching him get into the car, knowing that you probably would never see him ever again. It made you sad to know that. You'd been interested in him and you thought he was interested in you, but he hadn't asked for your number.

Maybe he's flirty and charming with everyone.

You hide the frown that comes with that thought. Emma waves goodbye with her freehand, and Russell smiles from the passenger seat, waving back at your daughter, before he raises his gaze to yours again and winks.

Or maybe not.

When you go back inside the house, Luke is still upstairs, and instead of going up to tell him about his father, you turn to go back into your kitchen to clean up. As you near the stove, you notice a bright green piece of paper under one of the magnets on your refrigerator, fluttering slightly in the air-conditioning.

You pull it down to look.

In case you want some more pancakes or if you bake any more of those life changing cupcakes. Give me a call. -Russell.

His phone number was written under his name, next to a smiley face that made you laugh aloud to yourself.

Sunday nights were the worst, but not this time.

A/N: Alright, I had so much fun with this one! I just had this urge to write Russell with a reader who had children and a trash man ex because why not? And I know I said it would be a one-shot… but my mind is already thinking of all the possibilities lol. Mostly because we all know I can’t really write just a one-shot 😅😂

As always thank you so much for reading! Reblogs, Likes, and Comments are not required but are always appreciated. I love hearing what y’all think!

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My Favorite Edit | Matt Sturniolo

I asked a friend of mine to make me t w o different edits for t w o different one shots, so the credit for these edits is all her! 🖤 The edit will be posted within the fanfic, but her socials are linked right below! I’m also pretty sure tumblr ruined the quality, so if you wanna see it without tumblr quality, click below.

Instagram - jas.sturn_ | TikTok - http.sturnx

Here is Chris’ version 🖤

∶ Summary: While doing an interview, reader gets asked about fan edits

∶ Warnings: slight flirting, kissing, fluff

∶ Word Count: 2.7k | unedited

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“Hello hello everybody, and welcome back to the podcast.”

You smile at the host, Lydia, as she continues, “I know you all have wanted me to bring on y/n, and let me tell you the wait is over because, for the listeners, I have her sitting right across from me, hello, y/n.”

“Hello, Lydia. Thank you so much for having me on!” You smile and she scoffs, “Thank you for coming on! I cannot tell you how many comments I’ve seen requesting to bring you on.”

“Same with me! I kept seeing stuff like, go on the Chatter Babe Podcast!” You laugh, “I’m just finally happy I get a break to do this!”

“Right, you’re a busy busy girl.” She laughs, “So today, we can talk about whatever it is you want, I mean I have a few topics I want to cover but they should be quick.”

You nod, “Fire away, girl.”

“Okay so first off, is it true that you’re working on a new movie?” She squints and you smirk, “No comment on that.”

She gasps, “I’m getting a yes from that, but I understand that you’re not obligated to speak on it, so moving on. Your last movie, when is it coming out?”

“Should be out within the next month.. it has to go through editing and getting finalized and all of that, but the premiere date is arriving quickly.”

“Can you tell us that date?” Lydia asks and you smile, “February twentieth.”

She gasps, “oh thats my birthday!”

“Wow, that’s so weird..” you reach down into your purse and pull out two tickets to the premiere, “I just happen to have these for that day and I figured you would like to come.”

She gasps louder, “Oh, y/n. You did not!”

“Happy early birthday.” You laugh, “This is also a thank you for bringing me on today.”

“Oh I’m going to cry. You’re literally so sweet.” She takes the tickets, “Oh I’m so exited. I’m going to tell Ryan to cancel anything and everything that he has planned because this is better.”

You laugh, “Oh, no. Don’t say that.”

She shakes her head, letting out a sigh, “anyway.” She laughs, “Oh! Did you see the one edit a fan made? They like took clips from my videos and mashed them with yours to make it look like we collabed finally?”

“No!” You laugh, “I didn’t, but now I kind of want to see it!”

You watch as Lydia pulls it up, turning his phone to let you watch.

“That’s actually crazy.” You lean back, “I mean, they got their wish.” You shake your head, “I have major respect for editors. I see a few pop up on my feed every now and then and I watch them a few times because it amazes me just how much effort they actually put into them.”

“Right? Like I want to know how many hours one edit takes, you know? Like they have to take at least an hour if not more.” Lydia shakes her head, “So you said you see some every now and then, what kind of ones do you get? Sometimes I get the grinch ones and I’m like how and the hell did that get on there?”

You laugh, “No, I get those, too. It always shocks me because I’m like, wait, how did I get here?” You sigh, “I get those, and then every now and then I’ll see some of my friends and I’ll send them to them and be like look at you!”

“Who are those friends?” Lydia tilts her head and you laugh, “some of my girl friends and then the triplets, Nick, Matt, and Chris.”

“Do they like the edits?” She asks and you tilt your head back and forth, “They like the funny ones, like when the fans clip the more funny moments from their weekly videos.”

She nods, “I like the edits that are like synced with the music behind it, you know what I mean.” You nod, “Yes, I like those ones too.”

“So. Speaking of, the triplets..” she smirks and you sigh, smirking at her, “Whaaat?”

“Out of the three of them, do you have an edit that you love the most for just one of them?” She tilts her head and your jaw drops slightly as you laugh, “I love them all equally.”

Lydia points, “Ooh with an answer like that I think you do have one in particular!”

You did have one, one that you vowed to never let see the light of day.

You shake your head, “I mean..”

“See!” She sits criss crossed on her chair and laughs, “Show me! Show me!”

You sign, “Fine, but you can’t tell anyone.” You glance towards the camera, “Not like that matters.” You laugh, pulling up the edit on your phone and you lean over to show her.

“All of you keyboard warriors out there will have to use the sound to your best ability.” She laughs and leans in, staring at the screen as the edit plays.

She leans back with a smirk, “Oh I fucking knew it!”

“No you didn’t, shush.” You put your phone away and you fail at hiding your smile, “He doesn’t know I have this. He doesn’t know anything.”

“Are there secret feelings here that I’m getting a whiff of, because if so, wowza you guys would literally break the internet.” Lydia grips her chair, “Like, I know you guys are close, and for a while there I thought you guys were a thing.”

“We’re just really good friends, Lyd.” You assure, more so trying to convince yourself more than her, “If shit happens, it happens. One thing I’ve learned over the last year, is that you just have to step back and just let things go the way they’re meant to.”

“Wow, that’s actually really good advice, y/n.” She nods, turning to look in the camera, “I’m not going to say any names, but if the person I just watched in this edit is watching, you better step up your game because you’d be stupid not to snatch this bitch up.”

You cover your mouth laughing, “Thank you for that. I hope he got the message.”

She laughs, “I hope it did something.”

After an hour, you were finally done and just chatting off camera, “So does he really not know you have that?”

You shake your head, “That’s one that I kept to myself and until today, wasn’t ever going to see the outside of my folder.”

“I’m serious, you guys would be a hot ass couple.” She raises her brows, “I think after tomorrow.. you’re going to have yourself a date to your movie premiere.”

“After tomorrow, I’m not going to ever get a piece of peace and quiet, especially from them. They’re going to hound me until they know.” You laugh, pulling out your phone, “Speak of the devil.”

You turn your phone, showing her Matt’s name on the screen before answering it, “Hello?”

“Hey, oh wait, you’re not in the middle of that podcast, are you?”

You laugh slightly, “We just wrapped up, you’re good. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see if you had the rest of the day free, we’re going to catch a movie and I wanted to see if you wanted to go.” Matt pauses and you smirk at Lydia, “Yeah, what time? I need to stop at home first before I come over.”

“I think Nick said, hold on.” He yells to Nick, “What time does the movie start?”

“Six!” Nick answers and Matt repeats to you, “Six.”

“Sounds good. I’ll come over around five.”

“Okay, see you the- oh wait, how’d your podcast thing go?” He asks and you let out a sigh, “I’ll tell you about it then.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“Yep, bye.” You hang up and Lydia smirks, “A movie? What are you going to tell him there?” You shake your head, “No, I’m going to try and hold off on that until the podcast drops.”

“We’ll see about that.” She smirks, “I’ll let you know when the pod is about to drop.”

“A heads up, perfect.”

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You managed to make it through dinner, the car ride, and the movie last night without spilling beans on your little secret.

You were proud of yourself.

You almost let it slip a few times, but covered it up with something like, I told Lydia I can’t talk about it, you’ll see it on the podcast tomorrow.

Well, it was tomorrow, and life as you know it was about to change for the good or for the bad - okay, a little dramatic, but you were nervous.

Your phone rang at eight a.m sharp with Lydia on the other end, “Hey, my producer is about to upload the video.”

“Sounds good.” You sit up, “Thanks for having me on again.”

“Thanks for coming on. I definitely want you back, and oh, thanks again for the tickets! I’m super stoked about it!”

“Anytime!” You hang up and let out a sigh before you get out of bed. As you’re walking to the bathroom, there’s a knock on your door and you stop, walking over to look out.

You laugh as you open the door, “What are you guys doing there?”

“We came here to watch the premier of your podcast with Lydia!” Nick walks in, “We brought breakfast, so don’t worry.”

“I was woken up early, so this better be worth it.” Chris laughs as he walks in and Matt stands there, “Nick messaged Lydia for the time she was dropping it.”

“Of course he did.” You laugh, “she just called me. Said he was uplo-“

“Here it is!” Nick calls out and you close the door, walking over with Matt. He sits down while you stand behind the couch, watching as Lydia’s intro plays.

“Aren’t you gonna sit?” Nick asks and you shake your head, “No, because I feel like I’ll need an easy way to escape the embarrassment here in a minute.”

“Oh now I’m really excited about this.” Chris rubs his hands together and you gently smack him upside the head, “My embarrassment is not for your laughing pleasure, sir.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” He rolled his eyes and you glance at Matt, watching him look away as soon as you catch him looking.

You chew on your lip, taking a deep breath as you hear your voice on the tv. You tilt your head, “Do I really sound like that?”

Nick shushes you and Matt shakes his head, giving you a small smirk. You smile, leaning against the couch as you continue to watch.

Eventually you get to the part that makes you want to run and hide, but you stick it out.

Chris looks at you, “The grinch? Y/n? Really.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, groaning quietly as their name gets brought into it. Nick reaches back, patting your leg, “Thanks for the shoutout, y/n!”

“Oh just wait.” You mumble, rubbing your hand over your face.

“Out of the three of them, do you have an edit that you love the most for just one of them?”

All three of them turn to look at you and you laugh nervously, “Don’t.. look at me like that. I said I love you all equally.”

“Yeah, but one more than the other two.” Chris shakes his head, “Crazy work.”

Nick gasps, “I need to see this edit.“ He stands up, turning around to face you, “Right. Fucking. Now.” You shake your head, “Too. Fucking. Bad. Because no one is ever going to see that edit.”

“Where’s your phone.” Nick crosses his arms and you shrug, “I don’t know.” He scoffs, “Liar.”

You shrug, “It’s not.. that big of a deal, okay. So just-“

“He doesn’t know I have this. He doesn’t know anything.”

“He does now.” Chris and Nick say in unison and you laugh, “You guys don’t know anything. Clearly. That could have been anyone, okay?”

“But it wasn’t.” Nick shakes his head, “Now spill.”

“..but if the person I just watched in this edit is watching, you better step up your game because you’d be stupid not to snatch this bitch up.”

“Well, it’s not me, so.” Nick sits back down and stands back up, “But I still want to see this edit.”

You stare at him for a few seconds before he grabs your arm, “Chris, go. I got her!” You fight back against Nick but he pulls you over the couch and you let out a yell, “Whoa! Hey! You can’t-“ you break out into laughter, “Matt. Help please.”

He moves over and looks down, “All you gotta do is tell us who was in that edit and it can all be over.”

“You’re siding with them!?” You scoff, “That’s not shocking.”

He smirks, “Hey, I’m curious, too.”

“I got it!” Chris yells, running down the steps, “What’s the password.” You laugh, “Go fuck yourself is the password.”

“That won’t work.” Chris huffs and Nick stares at him, “Clearly.” He rolls his eyes, looking down at you, “Just tell us.”

“Matt.” You state and Nick shakes his head, “He isn’t going to help you.” You lift your head, “Matt.” Nick laughs beside going serious, “Oh shit.”

“What, did she finally say who?” Chris asks and Nick looks at him, “Give her the phone.” He nods towards you and lets you sit up. You take the phone and sigh as you get into it, “Here.”

You glance over at Matt, who has a smirk on his face, “Let me see it.” He moves beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he leans behind you to watch the edit.

After it ends, it goes quiet and Chris is the first to break the silence, “Y/n likes Matt! Y/n likes Matt!!”

“I mean, who didn’t see this coming?” Nick looks at you, “Lydia was right, you guys act like a married couple half the time anyway.”

“Oh so now you’re not surprised.” You take your phone back and Nick laughs, “I mean, Matt has a secret edit of you that he likes so it’s not really a big deal.”

“How do you know about that?” Matt asks, laughing nervously, “That, I mean.. fuck, fine. Here.” Matt hands you his phone and you go look at the video.

“That’s a good edit.” You smirk, looking over at him. He shakes his head, “Yeah, yeah. We all have edits that we like, so what?”

You stand up, “I’m going to go get ready for the day.” You walk away, mumbling to yourself as you walk up the steps to your room.

As you’re getting your clothes out to change, Matt walks into the door way, “Hey.”

You look up with a smile, “Hey.”

He walks in, closing the door behind him, “So, I guess the feelings are mutual, huh?” You shrug with a nod, “I guess so.”

He walks over, “Lydia is right though.”

You tilt your head, “About?”

He smirks, “That I’m stupid if I don’t snatch you up.”

You shrug, “I wouldn’t say, stupid, necessarily. But I didn’t say anything, so how would you have known to even s-“ Matt cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you in closer by your hips. Your hands slide up his arms to his neck and he leans back, “What do you say?”

“To?” You tilt your head and he smiles, “To finally being my girlfriend?”

You smile, “I say, that that is a great idea because now I finally have a date to my premiere next month.”

“Is that the-“

You cut Matt off with a kiss, “No, of course not.” You smile, “I think it’s great because now, I don’t have to hide how much I actually like you.”

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I loved "how I met your mother" and was wondering if you could do something like that with Colby

∶ Summary: Colby explains how he met reader to their child

∶ Warnings: mild swearing, dad!colby, fluffff

∶ Word Count: 1.8k | unedited

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As you were making dinner, you couldn’t help but overhear your daughter, Kara, ask Colby a question you’ve been waiting for her to ask.

“Dad, how did you and mommy meet?”

You smiles to yourself as Colby answers, “I am so glad you asked, sweetheart. Mommy and I have actually been waiting for you to ask this question.”

You laugh to yourself, shaking your head as you walk back to the stove.

“Really?” She laughs, “My friend at school told me her mom met her dad when he was going to jail.”

You can tell Colby is stifling back his laughter as he speaks, “I’m sure.. that wasn’t the full case, but I can promise you, that’s not how daddy met mommy.”

You lean against the wall, smiling as you watch your daughter snuggle up against Colby’s side, “Okay, I’m ready. Tell me the story!”

“Okay, so it was a few years ago. Your Uncle Sam and I stopped at this coffee shop before going to one of the places we went to explore.” As Colby spoke, it was like just yesterday you remembered seeing him for the very for time.

“Hey.” You smiled at you greeted your coworkers, “Has it been busy?” Rene shakes her head, “Not really. But I think a few more just walked in, I have to wash coffee off of my hands, can you take them?”

You nod, “Yes, no problem.” You walked out, stopping in your tracks when you see a tall, darker hair guy standing at the counter with his blonde friend next to him.

“When mom first walked out, I was so confused, I thought I died and went to heaven.” Colby laughs as Kara laughs and you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you go check on dinner.

“You thought mommy was an angel?” She laughs, “She is very pretty.” Colby sighs, “She is very pretty isn’t she. Okay, okay. So when she walked up, all I could do was stare at her. She probably thought I was some kind of weirdo.”

You swallowed as you walked up, giving him a smile, “Hi, what can I get you?” The dark haired one stared at you, almost like he was unable to form words. You furrowed your brows and look at the blonde, “Does, he need a minute?”

The blonde laughs and nudges his friend, “Yo, Colby. Do you know what you want?”

Colby. You smile as he shakes his head, “Oh, shit. Sorry, um, ye-yes. I just- what do you recommend?”

You laugh slightly, “Um, I always get just a flavored coffee with cream and sugar, I like to keep it simple.” He nods, “Can I just do that? Make it easy on you?”

“Did she think you were weird?”

Colby laughs, “I mean, probably, but she never said anything about it. I think I made mom just as nervous.”

“It’s true!” You call out from the kitchen with a laugh, “Dad made mommy almost drop his coffee all over the floor.”

You can hear a gasp erupt from your child and Colby laughs, continuing with the story, “So I told mom just to make me what she always gets. She made me an iced coffee with her favorite flavoring, and she added cream and sugar. Simple.”

“When can I have coffee, dad?”

“Not.. until you’re a little older.” He chuckles, “so anyway..”

You finished taking their order and had them pay, “Can I get names for the drinks? I think he said yours was Colby, right?”

Colby nods with a big smile, “Uh, yeah. Yeah. That’s my name.” You nod, grabbing a cup to write his name on it, “And yours?” The blonde one smiles, “It’s Sam.”

You nod, “I’ll have those right out for you. You can wait down at the other end of the counter.” You move to make their coffee and you couldn’t lie, Colby had you so nervous, you could just hold the coffee in your hand and it would mix.

“Here you go, guys.” You walked up to the counter and as you go to sit Colby’s down, he reaches for it and it tilts, spilling some onto the counter.

“I’m so sorry.” You both talk over each other, laughing anxiously as you both reach for the same napkins to clean the little coffee spot, “Sorry, sorry.”

“The people in that coffee place probably thought you both were weird.” The child laughs and Colby sighs, “I mean, probably, but to me, it was love at first coffee spill, you know?”

Kara giggles and you laugh, continuing to work on dinner as Colby continues, “After I left the coffee shop, I could have taped uncle Sam’s mouth shut, he wouldn’t stop talking about how nervous I was.”

“Did he think you liked her?”

“Oh, yes, sweetheart. Uncle Sam knew I liked your mom, a lot.”

“Who. Was. That?” Rene walks up to you as Sam and Colby leave the shop, “He was so into you, girl.” You roll your eyes, “No, he was not.”

She follows you, “He could barely speak when you asked him what he wanted, his poor friend almost had to answer for him.” You laugh, “Okay, maybe he was cute.”

“Honey, your hands were shaking like a wet dog after a bath.” She laughs when you give her a look, “I hope you got his number, he was seriously into you!”

“You went back to the shop!?” Kara gasps, “Was mom there!?”

Colby sighs, “No, she had off that day, but I asked her friend, you know Aunt Rene? She helped me out with coming back in when I knew mom would be there.”

“How many coffees did you order before you finally took mom on a date?” Kara asks and it causes Colby to laugh, “A few, K.”

“Guess who’s here.” Rene walks up to you, not even giving you a second to guess, “Colby!” Your eyes go wide and you lean around her to look, “I told him he can wait until you came in!”

“You’re seriously making him wait? What if he has somewhere to be!?”

“He doesn’t. I made sure of it.” Rene laughs, “Now go. Watch his face light up when he sees you!” She pushes you out and you walk up to the counter, giving Colby a smile as he sees you.

Rene was right, his face lit up, but so did yours.

“You were excited to see mom?” Kara asks and Colby laughs, “It was my favorite part of the day, sweetheart. Seeing mom made my day so much better.”

Kara giggles as Colby speaks, “Sometimes I’d go back in for a second just to see her.”

“I’ll probably be back in later.” Colby laughs, “Sam and I are pulling an all nighter as this one hotel, so I’ll need an extra boost.”

You smile, “I’ll be here until we close, so.. just come back on in.” You press your lips together, mentally laughing at yourself at what you just said, “Sorry, that made no sense.”

Colby laughs, “You sound like me trying to order my coffee two days ago.” You laugh, “Yeah, yeah.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“You wanna know what mommy did?” Colby asks and you Kara laughs, “What did she do?”

“She drew a smiley face on my cup.” Colby laughs, “i was hoping for her number, but at the time, I settled for a smiley face.”

“That’s so funny!” Kara laughs, “A smiley face.”

“So, did you do it?” Rene walks up, “Did you put your number on his cup?” You sigh, “No. I drew a smiley face. I chickened out.”

“Giiiiirl.” She groans, “Next time you see him, you just need to bite the bullet, write those digits on his cup!”

“He said he’ll be back in tonight, so ma-“

She cuts you off, “No, no maybe. You will! I’ll stay here and make sure he gets it one way or another!” You laugh, “I’ll do it. I’ll do it, okay. Just.. I’m nervous. I’ve never done that-this, okay?!”

“What happened when you went back in before hanging out with Uncle Sam?” Kara asks and you purse your lips, unable to fight the same smile you had when you gave him that cup of coffee.

“She put her phone number on the side.”

You leaned against the counter, nails nervously tapping against the dark top. As soon as the bell on the door rang, you were stood up straight, looking over and you smiled as soon as you seen Sam and Colby walk in.

“Hey, guys.” You smile, watching as Colby walks up, “What, um, can I get you?” Colby smiles, giving you a shrug, “The usual.” Sam nods, “I’ll do the same, but put an extra shot of espresso in mine.”

You nod, walking over to grab the cups. You were shaking as you jotted your number down with a heart on the side of Colby’s.

“Don’t we need to pay?” Sam asks and you shake your head, “Don’t worry about it. I got it.” You smile and Sam nods, “Thanks, y/n.” You try not to laugh as he nudges Colby.

“Were you.. were you busy today?” Colby’s ask and you shrug, “After you left we got slammed but from like three on, it wasn’t very busy.”

You continue to make small talk as you made the drinks. You took a calming breath before waking back over to slide their drinks to them.

“How will I know whose is whose?” Sam asks and you point, “My number is on the side of Colby’s.”

“Is that when you and mommy went on a date?” Kara asks and Colby sighs, glancing up at you with a smile, “The next night I took her to dinner.”

“It was a very fancy place, K.” You walk over, “There were pretty lights and a big shiny chandelier hanging in the middle of the dining room.”

“Sounds like it was a lot of money.” Kara raises her brows and you and Colby laugh, “Your mom is expensive.”

“Hey now. So are you.” You push his shoulder and motion, “Dinner is done.”

“So you met mommy at a coffee shop?” Kara asks as she stands up and Colby nods, “Yes, sweetheart. That’s how I met your mother, over coffee and acting like a weirdo.”

She laughs and takes your hand, “I don’t think I would want anyone else as my mom. Thank you for picking her, dad.”

You give him a smirk and he nods, standing up to kiss your cheek, “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now.” He runs his hand over her head, “Let’s go eat some dinner!”

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Sam giving it DEEP! Missionary with Sammy please 🙏

Dilf Sam is heavily weighing on my mind and I see it’s on some of yours too, so.. here you go

∶ Summary: Reader gets called to babysit for Sam and his wife

∶ Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHEATING (please don’t do that), DILF!Sam, Dad!sam, married!Sam, mom!reader, married!reader, insecurities, flirting, kind of angsty, kissing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching, biting, filth

∶ Word Count: 5.3k | unedited

»--•--«

“So how’s preschool going for Brodie?” You take a sip of your drink as you glance at Julia, “I know his first day was what, a few days ago?”

She lets out a laugh, glancing over at her husband with yours, “It’s.. going good actually. I thought it was going to be a tough, but he actually loves it.”

“How are you?” You stare at her and she looks at you with a smile, “I hate it. I hate how fast they grow up.”

You nod, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“So enough about that, when are you and Leo going to start trying for another?”

You let out a laugh, “Funny, you’re funny.” She leans in, “What? I’m serious.” You shrug, “He’s got his work, I have mine, Lincoln is enough for now.”

“You don’t even think about wanting another?” She tilts her head, “Two isn’t all that bad.”

You raise your brows, “Link is only two, so maybe within the next year I’ll change my mind?” You shrug again, “I don’t know.”

You look up as Sam and Leo walk up.

“Here, Julia. Take her. I have to go get Brodie.” Sam hands the small child to his wife, “He’s up there taking toys from other kids.”

“Can’t you get him to come down?” She asks and Sam sigh, “I’ve been trying. So I’m just going to go up.”

You smile at the baby girl looking at you and you look back over as Sam climbs within the netted step, “Brodie. You can’t just take stuff from other kids.”

Brodie whines and throws the toy, and Sam grows more stern, “Hey. We don’t, throw toys. That could really hurt someone. Come on. We’re going to sit with mom.”

“No!”

“Brodie.” Sam tilts his head, “Let’s go.”

“No! No!”

“Yes, now come on.” Sam grabs the child and wraps him in his arm as he climbs back down.

You blink, looking over to see Lincoln playing with your hair, “Hi, baby.” You reach over, taking him from Leo, “Did you bring his snacks?”

“Yes, I put them in the diaper bag, hold on.” Leo stands up and walks around you to unzip the bag, “Here, babe.” You take the small bag, “Thank you.” You smile at him and open it up, allowing Lincoln to grab a snack.

“Oh he loves those! Look at him chow down!” Julia laughs, “Are those the veggie puffs?”

You nod, “They’re his favorite. Does Quinn want one?” You hold out the bag and the girl starts to smile. Julia laughs, “I think she does.” She grabs a few out for her daughter and lays them on the table.

“She loves them, too!” You shake your head and look back over as Sam carries Brodie back over to the table, “You need to calm down, you can’t throw toys or take them away.” Sam says as he sits the fussing boy down next to his mom.

“No, Brodie. When you can play nice and share, we’ll let you go back and play, but for right now, you’re going to sit and calm down.”

Brodie sits down, pouting as Sam sits on the other side of him. He looks up at you, “Kids. They said it would be fun, right?”

“I believe they did, but I don’t think they meant all the time.” You laugh, looking over at Leo who is staring at his phone, “What is it?”

“They want me to go into work.”

“You’re supposed to have a week off.” You sigh, “Where do they need you to go?”

“Colorado.” He lays his phone down, “There’s a rig out there that needs work and apparently no one else can do it.”

“What do you have to do?” Julia asks, “Is it like an oil rig or something?”

He nods his head, “Yeah. Damn it.” He leans back, “I’ll have to leave tomorrow, I’ll be gone for a few days.” He looks at you, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You point to Julia, “Well just hang out with the kids.”

“Oh shit.” Julia sighs, “I have to fly to Toronto tomorrow night to finalize this magazine that’s launching.”

“Oh right, the women’s one.” You tilt your head, “Well that’s okay. I’m sure Link and I can find something to do.” You look back at Leo, “It’s only for a few days. We’ve done longer.”

Leo kisses your head, “Yeah, you’re right.”

»--•--«

It was Saturday, two days since Leo left and two days since you seen Sam.

You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of him, you knew it was wrong. You were both married, but there was just something about Sam that just kept bringing your attention back to him.

You loved Leo, but things aren’t.. like they were? You knew having a baby would change things, you knew you would change, but you didn’t expect it to go downhill like you feel it’s going.

Your mind was racing as you were trying to get Lincoln down for his nap. Humming lowly as your hand gently patted his back.

You heard the vibration of your phone on the arm of the couch buzzing with an incoming call.

You moved over, sat down and picked it up.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, I’m so sorry that this is last minute, but would by any chance be able to watch my kids for a little bit? I got called into work, something about an emergency meeting and my mom can’t get here in time.”

“Of course. I just need to get link around and then I’ll be on my way. I’ll try and be quick.”

“Okay, thank you thank you thank you.” Sam sighs, “I appreciate you. I’ll bring dinner on my way home, if you want.”

“Sounds good. See you soon.” You hang up and stand up, “Alright, honey. We’ll get you asleep in the car.”

A little bit later, you were pulling up to Sam’s. You grab your child and his diaper bag, and walk up to the door.

You’ve known Sam and Julia for years, so you didn’t feel the need to knock. You just walk in, calling out to Sam.

Brodie runs over to you, “y/n!”

“Hi, buddy!” You reach down, rubbing his head, “Ready to have a play date with Link?” He cheers as you set Lincoln down, and you look up to see Sam running down the steps, “Quinn is already down for her nap, Brodie had lunch.”

Your eyes move up his half unbuttoned shirt and you look up at him, “Perfect. Is there anything you want me to-“

“No.” He cuts you off, “You just, make yourself at home. Chill out. Whatever.” He laughs slightly, “I fucking hate this job.”

“Did they tell you what it was about?”

He shakes his head, his fingers moving swiftly to button up his shirt the rest of the way, “Nope. They just said we need to get there.”

He walks over, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and slipping his arms into the sleeves.

You couldn’t help but think, Sam looks good in a suit.

“Okay. Well don’t worry about rushing back here. I will make sure they’re both good.” You give him a smile and he nods, letting out a sigh, “Thank you so much for coming over. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”

You nod, watching as he bends down to give Brodie a hug, “I’ll see you later buddy, you be good for y/n.”

“I will!” Brodie giggles as Sam tickles his sides, “Dad! Stop it!” He laughs and laughs until Sam’s lets him go, “Alright. See you later.”

Sam walks by you, his hand lying on your side, “Thank you, again.”

You nod, “It’s no problem, really.”

He smiles, nodding before grabbing his keys and leaving. You turn back, watching Brodie play with Lincoln and you smile as you walk over.

You grab the baby monitor off of the counter and move to sit on the floor with the boys, playing along with them until Quinn wakes up.

»--•--«

It was about five o’clock. You had just gotten off the phone with Leo when Julia called.

“Are the kids being good for you?” Julia asks from the other end of the phone, “Brodie is playing nice?”

“Oh yeah, he’s playing really well with both link and Quinn.” You smile at the kids looking up at you and they giggle as they return back to playing, “Brodie is helping them build a big tower out of blocks. They both lose it laughing when he knocks it over.”

“That’s good.” She pauses, “I’m sorry Sam threw this on you.”

You furrow your brows, standing up to move away from the kids, “He didn’t throw it at me, Jules. He asked if I could and I could, so I did. I love your kids, so it’s no problem at all.”

“I appreciate you, thank you for- oh, I gotta go.” She hangs up without another word and you furrow your brows, “That was weird.”

“What was weird?” Brodie asks and you shake your head, “oh, nothing.” You smile at him, “I’m going to get started on making you guys dinner, do you know what you want?”

He gasps, “pa-sketti!”

“Spaghetti?” You ask with a laugh and he nods, “Yes, pa-sketti!”

You nod, “alright, pa-sketti it is.” You make your way into the kitchen and start making it. Every now and then you’ll check in on the kids, making sure they’re good before returning to the kitchen.

As the kids finish up dinner, you finally get a text from Sam, I’m so sorry that took a lot longer than I thought it would. I’m just now heading to my car, did you eat dinner yet?

You lean against the counter, pausing your clean up, The kids did, I made them Pa-sketti, per Brodie’s request. You set your phone down, making your way over to the table to get the kids cleaned up.

Once that was done, you checked your phone, smirking when you see Sam’s text, That’s not a shocker, he could eat that everyday if he could, but did you? I’m going to stop at The Hattan’s, text me what you want.

You sigh, thinking for a moment before texting him back your order. You bite your lip as you set your phone down, quickly snapping out of your thoughts.

No, no, you shake your head, it’s not like that.

You finish cleaning up before making your way upstairs with the kids. You know their bedtime routine, so you work on that.

As you’re getting them dressed for bed, you hear the door open and Brodie jumps up, “Dad! Dad!” He runs out of the room and you grab Lincoln and Quinn before heading back downstairs.

“Were you good?” Sam asks as he picks him up, “Did you get a bath?”

He nods and Sam looks at you, “You didn’t have to go all out.”

“I wanted to make it easier on you when you got home, especially after a meeting like that, it’s what friends do.” You give him a smile, more or less trying to convince yourself that’s all you and Sam will ever be.

He stares at you, almost like he did like you saying that, “Right, yeah. I’d do it for you.” He gives you a smile and looks at Brodie, “Alright dude, let’s go up and get you into bed.”

He sets the boy down and walks over to take Quinn from your arm, “Was she fussy at all?” He looks from her to you and you shake your head, “she was very giggly tonight.”

“Good, I forgot to tell you she’s cutting teeth, I was hoping she was fine.”

You nod, “She was perfect.”

Sam laughs slightly as he nods into the livingroom, “I guess he couldn’t hang.” You look over to see Lincoln sleep on the floor, “Oh my gosh.”

“You can put him up in Quinn’s room, we have the pack and play up.” He nods, “You need to eat.”

You sigh, “Right, yes.” You laugh slightly and Sam tilts his head, “I don’t mean to intrude, but is everything okay with you?”

“What do you mean?” You look at him and he shrugs, “I can explain once I get these two down for bed. Bring him up if you want.” He walk away, answering Brodie as he walks up the steps, “I’m coming, buddy. Hold on.”

You walk over, scooping up your son from the floor and slowly walking up the steps. You make your way into Quinn’s room and walk over to the pack and play.

Just as you lay him down, Sam comes in to lay down Quinn.

You glance over at him, your eyes following him in the light from the hall as he sways with her back and forth, his hand gently patting her back and you pull your lip between your teeth.

Sam leans over the crib railing to lay her down before standing back up. He points to the door and quietly walks out with you.

You make your way back downstairs and sit down at the table, Sam sitting across from you. He gets everything out and gets back up, “Do you want some wine?”

“Please.” You nod, “So, what did you mean?”

“I didn’t mean it, in a bad way, or anything.” He glances at you as he sets your glass down in front of you, “I just.. notice some things that are different.”

“I had a baby, Sam.” You argue, but he shakes his head, “Two years ago, and I don’t mean, with that.. I mean..”

“With Leo?”

He nods, “You seem, I don’t know how to explain it, more.. dim? I guess.”

“Dim?” You laugh slightly as you take a sip of your drink, “I mean, I’m a stay at home mom. That can take a lot out of you.”

“I’m sure it does, sweetheart, I just mean, like you don’t seem happy.” Sam tilts his head, “By any means, stop me if you don’t want-“

“I don’t think Leo finds me attractive anymore.” You blurt out, eyes burning at the fact that you’ve been dying to talk to someone about this for a while now, “Before I had Leo, when he was home from work, we’d go out, dinner dates, bar hopping, just hanging out like two teenagers, and then I got pregnant and it’s like he couldn’t accept the fact that I was going to change.”

Sam’s brows furrow, “It’s not like you could help that, though.”

“No, I know.” You sigh, “He was alright until I started showing and then it was like he didn’t want anything to do with me. I’ve brought it up and he just said that it was nerves about becoming a dad and that everything was going to change, but I just-“ you swallow, “Sorry that was a lot in a short amount of time.”

Sam shakes his head, “I asked, y/n. You’re fine.” He gives you a reassuring smile, “So is it still like that now?”

You nod, “He’s always working when he can, it’s like he doesn’t want to be home with me or Lincoln. And I know, I know he loves him, I just don’t know if he loves me.”

Sam’s face falls and he shakes his head, “I don’t think that’s the case. You’re the mother of his child.”

You shrug, shaking your head before downing the rest of your glass. Sam chuckles and gets up to grab the bottle, “Here.” He pours more into your glass and you nod, “Thanks.”

“Have you talked to Julia about any of this?” He sits down, “Actually, have you talked to her at all today?”

You nod, “Yes, I’ve talked to her today, no, not about any of this.”

“Hmm.” He nods, “Okay. She texted me once today and that was it.”

“She called me right after I got off the phone with Leo, and she like, it was weird, she was talking and then was like, I gotta go, and hung up right away.”

He shakes his head and takes a big swig of his wine, “Yeah, she’s been acting weird, too.”

“Sounds like we’re all just going through it, huh.” You laugh slightly and he nods, “Sure does seem that way.”

“A part of me feels like he has someone who hasn’t had a baby on the side, like someone who doesn’t disgust him when they find the confidence to change in front of him.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful. You’re a mom, a good mom at that, and I think that makes you even more attractive.” Sam smiles slightly and you can feel your cheeks burning, “You really think that?”

He nods, “I do.”

You chew on your cheek, looking down before continuing to work on your dinner, “So, enough about my issues, what’s going on with you?”

“You mean work, or Julia?” He looks at you and you shrug, “Whatever you want to talk about.”

He takes a deep breath, “Well, this meeting was about someone who quit and took stuff that they shouldn’t with them, and with me being a higher up boss, I had to be there and go over every thing we have in office. I hated it.”

“Oh gosh, yeah, that sounds not only boring, but brutal.”

He nods, “Yeah, and then Julia.” He shrugs, “To outsiders, we seem normal. But when it’s just us, I don’t even know what we are.”

You were shocked to see that Sam felt the same exact way you felt, or almost the same.

“I know what you mean.” You nod, “Right before you called me, I was thinking about everything and thats literally what I-“

Sam seemed just as shocked, “Really?”

You nod, “Yeah.” You laugh, “it’s, crazy. I know.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. Not at all.”

You let out a sigh, “It’s really nice to know that you aren’t alone with stuff.” He nods, “Right, and I mean, I consider us really good friends, so to me, that’s even better that it’s us, I mean.” He laughs, “Not that it’s what we’re going through but-“

“I know what you mean.” You laugh quietly, “People we’re comfortable with, who we don’t really have any shame with I mean, I knew you when you were in band, in highschool.”

“Hey, hey. Let’s not bring up my geek phase, okay.” He laughs and you shrug, “I always thought you were kind of cute.”

He raises his brows, “Whoa, hey. No need to lie to try and make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying!” You laugh, “I swear! I always thought you were too good for me.”

“Okay. Now, you’re lying.” He laughs as he brings his glass up, his eyes staying on you as you gasp, “I’m not lying! You can ask my friend, Everly. She had to listen to me talk about you. She kept pushing me to tell you, but you were caught up on Julia that I just settled for being friends.”

“Being high school sweethearts isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” He shrugs, laughing slightly, “I probably, no i definitely would have dropped her for you.”

“Now you’re lying.” You shake your head and he sighs, “I’m not. I liked you, too. Hell..” he laughs, “Maybe I still do.”

Your heart skips a beat and you tilt your head, “You know..” you swallow, “Since we’re claiming, to be honest here.” You smirk, “I may or may not still have my crush on you.”

“Hmm.” He nods, “What should we do about that?”

Your head snaps to the steps as you hear Lincoln fussing on the monitor. You stand up, “I’ll go settle him down before he wakes up Quinn.”

Sam nods and watches as you walk towards the steps.

You make your way up, quietly making your way into the room, and you can’t help but smile as you’re patting the back of your son, “Shh, it’s okay.” You whisper quietly, “It’s okay.”

After a minute or two passes, you sneak away, stepping out of the room and when you turn, Sam is standing there.

You lock eyes for a few seconds before he quickly walks up to you, his lips smashing onto yours.

You’re taken a back at first, knowing what you’re doing is wrong, but damn does it ever feel so right. You bring your hands up to his shirt, gripping tightly as you deepens the kiss.

He bends down, picking you up to carry you into his room.

He reaches behind him, closing the door while your hands work at popping open the buttons on his shirt. He walks you over to the bed, laying you down.

His lips trail down your skin, as his hands slip into the band of your sweats and push them down. He stands up, watching as you discard your clothing as fast as you can.

His breath hitches as you take off your bra and your arms automatically move to cover your chest as your legs bend up to block your body.

“No, no.” Sam shakes his head, dropping his shirt, “Baby, you don’t need to do that.” He tilts your chin up, “You don’t need to hide from me, sweetheart.”

You swallow, nodding as you slowly move your arms away from your body.

Sam smiles slightly, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

You smile, pulling him back in. Your hands slide down his chest, causing his breath to hitch as your nails graze over his abdomen. You work at undoing his belt, then his pants and he leans up, pushing them down.

You move up, slipping your legs under the covers before he joins you. His body hovering over yours as his lips reconnect with yours.

Everything was happening so fast, yet so slow at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks quietly as he brushes hair from your face. You nod, “Yes, I want this.” You lay your hands on his neck, “I want you.”

“I want you, too, baby.” He smiles slightly and leans in, lips pressing to your cheek as his hand slides down to part your thighs more.

You bite your lip, looking down as his fingers gently move to circle your clit.

You let out a quiet gasp, your back arching upward at his touch. Small whimpers leave your lips as his pressure grows harder.

“Does that feel good?” Sam asks, his lips brushing over your cheek, “Can I do more?”

You nod, “Y-yes, please.” You bite your lip, eyes fluttering closed, face scrunching up with pleasure as he slips two fingers into you.

“You’re so wet.” Sam groans, “Fuck, you’re going to feel so good.”

You moan out quietly as he pulls them out and pushes them back in, “Sh-shit.” Your hand slides down to his bicep, nails digging in as his thrusts grow a little faster, “Yes, yes.”

Sam presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans with ease. He misses back your jaw and down your neck, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his cock as you moan, “Sam, please.” He nods, pulling his fingers out and shifting his body over top of yours more. Your hands move up to rest on his shoulders as your legs wrap around his waist.

Your breathing grows faster as he drags the head of his cock against your slit a few times before slipping in slowly.

He groans, face falling into your neck, “Oh my god, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

Your arms tighten around his neck, both of you gasping as he thrusts into you fully. Your hand slides up to tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly as he slowly pulls out and slides back in.

“Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re not beautiful.” He whispers, “You’re such a work of art, baby.”

You slide your hand slides down to his upper back, nails digging in to his skin as he thrusts into you, slow and deep.

Your lips part, quiet moans slipping through as your legs move with his hips, “Sam.” You breathe out, “Feels so-so good.” Your nails drag down his back, “Fuck.”

Sam moves to hold his weight up on his arm by your head, his other hand moving to cup your cheek before kissing you. Your lips move in a slow, passionate pace and he groans against your lips.

“It’s crazy how Leo doesn’t see what’s right in front of him, you’re so fucking beautiful in every way.” His jaw falls slack as your walls pulsate around him, “If you were mine.. I don’t think I’d be able to let you go.”

His eyes scan over your face, “to me, you’re perfect. You shouldn’t have to change for anyone.” He gently peppers kisses all over your face as he keeps his thrusts slow, “I’m lucky to just even get this moment with you.”

You slide your hands to his cheeks, lifting your head to meet his lips with yours. Your legs tighten around his waist as your tongue pushes against his.

He groans, head tilting as you kiss down his neck,

“I can’t get over how good you feel, baby.” His voice low, “fuck, I could do this all day.”

You smile as you look up at him, “this feels so normal.”

“Like it was meant to happen.” You whisper and he nods, “exactly.” He closes the space, lips on yours as his thrusts pick up just a tiny bit.

You moan, hands sliding up his sides and you whimper, “M’so close.” Sam nods, “I got you, sweetheart.” His lips press to yours, “Go ahead and cum for me.” He brushes hair from your face, “I want to make you feel as good as I can.”

Your back lifts from the bed, heels digging into his lower back as you slowly cling to him, “F-fuck.” You bury your face into his neck, moaning continuously as you come undone beneath him.

He tilts your head back, crashing his lips to yours as his thrusts grow more quicker. You exchange moans, your nails digging into his back as you pant.

You gasp at the sudden loss of his cock, biting your lip as you feel him spill his cum onto your waist. You watch him close his eyes, chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his own high.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, his eyes snapping open to look at you, “That was..” he smirks, shaking his head, “Amazing.”

You smile, watching as he gets up. He grabs a towel, walking over to wipe off your skin and you roll over as he tosses it down.

“What are you thinking?” He asks as he climbs into bed behind you, fixing the blankets to lay around your waist and chest, “Tell me.”

“I’m just.. thinking about..” you take a deep breath, your eyes bouncing back and forth between your ring and his, “what if.. you and I were meant to part ways, like, think about it.” You roll over to face him, “You and I lost contact after high school right? Then out of everyone I could have ended up with, it brought you and I back together.”

He smiles as his eyes scan over your face, “The first time I saw you again, I was at a complete loss for words.”

“I was shocked to see you and Julia still together honestly.” You laugh slightly, “Sorry, I don’t mean-“

“No, you’re fine.” He laughs, moving his head around to get more comfortable, “I’m shocked, too. But, now that I think about it, you’re right. Like, how small of a world does it have to be for you and I, when the universe knows we liked each other back in the day, to just come together again, I mean.” He sighs, “I would have liked it to be not like this, I mean us being married to two different people, not like, this.”

He motions his hand over your bodies and you nod, “No, I know.” You smile, “I just..” you shake your head and Sam brushes his fingers over your cheek, “What, sweetheart?”

“I wish I would have told you I liked you in high school.” You shrug with a laugh, “Maybe this could have been us from the beginning.”

“Hey, things happen.” He shrugs, “That doesn’t change how I feel about you now.” He smiles and presses his lips to your forehead, “We should probably get dressed, I don’t know when Julia will be home.”

You let out a sigh, nodding as you continue to lay there, “Sam.” He lays back down, “What, baby?”

You stare at him for a second, eyes glossing over, “Thank you for making me feel beautiful.”

You could tell that caught him off guard, but he shakes his head, “You don’t ever have to thank me, you were beautiful then, and you are even more beautiful now.”

He presses his lips to yours, “No matter what you go through, no matter what happens, I’m always going to think about that about you.”

You smile, pressing your lips to his before sitting up, “You know..” you giggle as you think about what you want to say, “from being that nerdy saxophonist in the schools marching band, you really turned into a dilf.”

“Ah, ha. Ha. Very funny.” He smirks, and you can see the redness forming on his cheeks. You smile, shaking your head as you pull your shirt over it.

As soon as you, the front door opens and you look at Sam. He nods, “Just get, Link, I’ll tell her I just got home.”

You nod, walking over to grab your son from the pack and play. You shush him quietly as you make your way down the steps.

Julia goes pale as soon as she sees you and you give her a smile, “Hey, I used your pack and play for Link, I hope that’s okay.”

She nods, batting the air, “Yeah, that’s- that’s fine.”

You give her a weird look, “Hey, what happened earlier, you like hung up super fast. Was everything okay?”

She looks between you and Sam and the tears start falling, “I-I’m sorry. I just-“

“Whoa, hey.” Sam walks over, laying a hand on her shoulder but she bats it away, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m going to get him home.” You look at Sam and he nods, “Thanks for watching the kids today.” You nod, “Not a problem.”

As you bend down to pick up the diaper bag, Julia sighs, “I didn’t go to Toronto to finalize a magazine.” Your heart stated racing as soon as you heard her words, you knew what was coming.

“So, where did you go?” Sam asks and she looks at you, “I went to Colorado.”

Your brows shoot up and you stay silent.

“Leo.. went to Colorado..” Sam crosses his arms, “but I’m guessing.. it wasn’t for work.”

Julia gasps for air, “I-it hasn’t been- it just-“ she lays her hands over her face and sobs. Sam looks at you and you can’t help but laugh, “Oh, my god.”

“I-I’m so-“

You cut her off, “No, I mean. I’m mad, but at the same time..” you take a deep breath, “It’s okay.”

“It-it’s.. okay?” She stares at you, makeup running down her face, “Wh-at do you m-mean?”

“I just fucked your husband, so I guess we’re even.”

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It’s My Job

Summary: The reader’s having a rough night but the stranger at the bar decides to offer some assistance when she has nowhere to go…

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language, tiny bit of violence

A/N: Enjoy!

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it just snowed where i live and I thought maybe you cold make a sam x bsf!reader who get surprised by snow. they „play“ a little outside maybe make snow angels, a snowman or just have a snowball fight and suddenly sam and reader fall to the ground and start making out. maybe it leads to sex? 🥰🥰

Warnings: SMUT18+, swearing, flirting, kissing, oral (m rec), hair pulling, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

Word Count: 1.5k | unedited

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You walk up to the window, gasping when you see the freshly laid snow, “Sam!” You look back, turning to walk over to the steps, “Sam!”

He walks out of his room and looks over the banister, “What’s up?”

“It’s snowing.”

A smirk grows across both of your faces as you both race to get dressed. You pull your hat down over your head and put your gloves on before slipping your coat on.

You bend down to pull on your boots before you race out the door, Sam following behind.

“Oh I love this!” You spin around, lookup up to allow the snow flakes to fall onto your face, “I can’t remember the last time I seen snow like this.”

“You’ll have to come visit more often, yeah?” Sam asks as he balls up a snowball in his glove covered hands, “Instead of spending all of your time in-“ he throws the snow ball and it breaks apart as it hits your coat, “L.A.”

You play full glare at him and bend down to pick up some snow, packing it in your hands before throwing it at him.

He spins away, the snow hitting him right in the middle of the back, “Whoa, alright sharp shooter.” He tosses one he already made and runs through the snow. You following after him, stopping when he trips and falls, “Oh my god, Sam. Are you okay?”

You can’t hold back your laughter, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it!”

He picks himself up, brushing off his snow covered front, “You think it’s funny?” He asks, lunging at you, taking you down to the ground.

You laugh loudly, squirming as his fingers dig into your sides, “S-Sam.” You let out a yell, laughter continuing to follow, “I-I.. Sam.. Sam..” you roll around, “okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for laughing!”

“But you’re still laughing!” He laughs, stopping to lay on his back. He lets out a sigh, “I’ve missed you, you know?” He looks over at you as you look at him, “I’ve missed you.”

“Why do you have to live so far away?” He looks back up at the sky, his eyes closing, “It just.. sucks.”

“I know.” You frown, laying on your back, “Tell you what.”

“I’m listening.” He nods, turning his head to look back at you. You sit up, “If I make a better snow angel than you, I’ll move here.”

He sits up, “Oh game on.”

You stand up, smirking as you walk a few steps away and sit back down. Sam moves to a clear spot on the other side of you and you move your arms and legs, laughing.

“I’m totally going to win this.” Sam laughs, “And you are totally going to have to move back here.”

“We’ll see.” You slowly, and carefully get up, turning around to look at your snow angel, “I don’t know, Sam. Mines pretty cute.”

He gets up, standing next to you, “Will you hate me if I say it’s not cute?” He looks over at you and you scoff, laughing as you push his shoulder gently.

“Whoa!” Sam falls over, “Hey, now. No need to get all physical.”

“I barely touched you.” You laugh, holding your hand out, “Come on.” He grabs your hand but instead of getting up, he pulls you down into the snow with him.

“Your cheeks are red.” He whispers as his eyes scan over your face. You take a deep breath, “So are yours.”

He smiles, “That’s what happens when it’s cold out.”

“Do you want to go in?” You go to sit up but he stops you, “Not unless you do.” You lay back down, face towards the sky, “this is just so pretty.”

“Yeah, I agree.” Sam answers, talking about you rather than the snow like you were.

You look over to face him and he leans in, lips on yours.

You were shocked at first, but that subsided rather quickly as you became the one to deepen the kiss.

He pulls you closed to him, “Do you want to go inside now?” You nod, pressing your kiss to his, “Yes.” You get up, hand in hand running towards the door.

As soon as it’s open and closed again, you’re kicking off your shoes and taking off everything that was wet from lying in the snow just minutes prior.

He walks you backwards, lips on yours until he reaches the couch. He lays you down, positioning himself between your knees before leaning down to resume his lips on yours.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers as his fingers slip into the band of your panties. You nod, biting your lip as he sits up. Your hips lift up from the couch, watching as he slides the fabric down over your legs and drops them to the floor.

Your eyes flick down to watch his hands slip into his boxers and push them down, gasping slightly when you see his cock spring free.

Your eyes move back to his, your mind was racing a mile a minute. Sam was your best friend, were you scared this was going to change everything? Yes.

Did you care? No.

You sat up, grabbing him to pull him back into you. His lips moved with yours and you both gasped as the head of his cock slipped into you.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your head tilted back as he slowly slid into your more.

His lips press gently under your chin and back your jaw, “Feels so good, baby.” His words were a gentle whisper, “better than I ever thought.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he pulls out and thrust back in, your nails dig into his shoulders and you can’t help but moan, “Sam.” You tilt your head back to face him, lips parted as whimpers flood through them.

You don’t say anything else, you just crash your lips back into his and tighten your arm around his neck.

He swallows your moans, his own lips parted as they rest against yours.

You pull him closer with your leg, rolling your hips slightly as you moan out louder, “Fuck, fuck.” Your nails drag down his back, leaving red lines in their path.

He gasps, thrusting harder as his lips attach to your neck, leaving a mark before kissing back up to your lips. He pulls you up, sitting down as you move to straddle his lap.

You slide back down onto him, your head tilting back as your nails lightly drag down his chest. His hands rest tightly on your hips as you begin to bounce, “Fuck, that’s it.

He rests his head back, staring up at you as you look down at him. You moan lowly as you roll your hips forward, leaning down to close the space between your bodies.

Your hands rest on his cheeks as your lips move with his, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as you feel yourself growing closer, “m’almost there.”

He nods, resuming the kiss as your rolls turn back into bouncing. You push yourself up, one hand gripping his shoulder while the one lays on the side of his neck, “Fuck, fuck.” You pant, your hips repeatedly slamming down to meet his, “Oh my god.”

Sam’s hand moves up to cup your cheek, pulling you back down into a kiss as you push yourself down onto him fully.

He groans as your cunt pulsates around him, gasping when you bite down onto his lip and tilt your head back. His hand slides down to grip your hip, moving them as he groans, “keep goin’ baby. I’m almost there.”

You nod, gripping into his shoulder as you lean back slightly, one hand rested on his knee behind you. Your hips roll, your moans mixing with his as his grip grows tighter, “Fuck, y/n, just like that.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder, whines leaving your lips as you pull yourself up to bounce.

His head falls back, eyes shut as his hips buck upward to meet yours, “Fuck, fuck.”

You pull yourself off of him, sliding down onto the floor and immediately taking his cock into your mouth. Your head bobs up and down as your hand works what isn’t.

His hand lays on your head, gasps and groans flooding through, “Fuck, yes, yes.” His eyes are glued to you as you work, sucking and swirling your tongue until you feel him twitch.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, “That was..”

You look up at him, a smirk resting on your face, “Good enough for me to move here?” He nods, smirking, “I mean, only if you want to.”

He pulls you back up onto the couch and you lay with him, fixing the blanket as he lays it over your bodies, “This doesn’t change anything, right?” You look up at him and he shakes his head, “I don’t think so. I mean, might have made things better, you know?”

You nod, letting out a small sigh, “I think I’m going to start looking for a place here.”

“Good.” Sam chuckles, “Because you and me, we go together like winter and a sweater and I honestly don’t know how much longer I could have gone without at least kissing you.”

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Summary: cover picture says a thousand words

Warnings: straight smut right under the cut, recording, unprotected three some, oral (all), rough actions, yall wanted smut, you’re getting smut - enjoy ;)

Word Count: 1.2k | unedited

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You lift your head up with a sigh as Colby pulls his cock from your achey and tired cunt, “Fuck.” You flop over, rolling onto your back.

It felt like you’ve been at this for hours.

“Doin’ so good for us.” Sam whispers, pointing the camera at your smudged with makeup face, “Look at you. So fucked out and so fuckin’ pretty.”

You give him a smile, your face twisting with pleasure as Colby’s tongue slides into your soaked center, “Fuck.” You whine out, moving one hand to lace your fingers through his hair, “F-feels so good.”

You turn your head towards Sam, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C’mere.” You look up at him, small moans leaving your lips as your clit gets circles swirled around it, “Shit, Colby.”

Sam moves closer, his face hidden behind the camera as he watches your lips wrap around the tip of his cock through the small screen, “That’s it, baby.” His voice is low, a groan following his words, “Take it.”

You move your hand down, pushing it into the mattress to hold up your weight. You moan around him before pushing your head down, eyes fluttering clothed as you feel his tip meet your throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” Sam sighs, “You are so fucking good at that, that’s it. That’s it.”

His hand slides down, laying on the back of head before pushing it down, earning a gag from you.

Your hips roll forward, urging Colby to not stop, and he complies. He slips two fingers into you, curling them upward and you try to pull your head back, but Sam keeps it on his cock.

Your moans are muffled around him, pulling more groans from him, “Fuck.” His fingers tangle in your head, keeping the camera steady on you while he bobs your head up and down for you.

Your hand slides up, nails digging into his outer thigh.

He pulls your head back and you gasp for air, throwing your head back as Colby guides you through another high.

“That’s it, baby.” Colby whispers, “Cum for me.”

Your moans are loud, thighs twitching as every thrust of his fingers, “Fuck, fuck fuck!” You cry out, “Colby, Colby!”

You reach down to grab his wrist and squeeze, his hand coming to a slow stop, “You good baby?”

You look up at him as he crawls over you, nodding as your eyes meet his, “Y-yeah, I-..” you take a deep breath, pulling him in for a kiss, “I’m good.”

He pecks your lips, “If you’re not, just say so.” You smirk, “I’m in completely heaven right now.” You slide your hands down his chest and he pushes himself up, “Sure looks and sounds like it.”

He gives you a wink before taking the camera from Sam, “Have at her.” Sam smirks, moving to kiss up your body, “Oh I will.” His lips crash onto yours and you gasp, moaning out as his cock slips into your soaked cunt.

He groans lowly, “God you are soaked.”

You smirk, back arching as he pulls out and thrusts back in, “That’s what you guys do to me.” You pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts quickly pick up to being fast, “Fuck.” You gasp, “Yes!”

Colby sits next to you on the bed, keeping the camera on your face, “You sound so beautiful, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flutter open to look at Colby and he smirks as he looks at you.

Your nails drag up Sam’s back, leaving red lines as they go and he groans loudly, “Fuck, yeah baby. That’s it.”

You add more, moaning out as he moans, “You sound so hot.”

He presses kisses to your neck, moaning as he whispers, “You sound even hotter, baby.” He sits up, rolling over to pull you with him. You quickly situate yourself on top of him, bouncing your hips as your hands press onto his chest, “M’so close again.”

“One more, baby.” Sam pants, his hands gripping tightly on your hips, “Just one more.”

You nod, head tilting to the side. Your eyes squeeze shut as your lips part, and you feel a hand on your chin, “Eyes on me, baby.”

You look down at Sam, moaning out as your pussy squeezes his cock, “Fuck fu-“ you force yourself to keep your eyes on Sam, moaning loudly as you bounce through your high.

Sam groans, biting his lip as he bucks his hips upward, “Fuck.”

Colby moves to sit by Sam, camera pointed at you as you come to a stop. Sam sits up and leans forward, pressing his lips to hours, “Let me finish in that pretty little mouth.”

You nod, moving off of him to settle between his legs.

You lean down, lips wrapping around his cock and you instantly start bobbing. Sam leans back, gasping out as his hips buck, “Oh shit.” He reaches down, moving your hair out of his view and his eyes are glued to you.

His eyes track your head as you lift up and push back down, swallowing his cock almost whole, “F-fu-“ his hand slides back, tightly gripping your hair as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

He breathes heavy as you lift your head, “Hold it for me.” You nod and look at Colby as he leans forward with the camera, “Open.”

You open your mouth, moving your tongue around to show off the cum sitting on and under it.

Colby groans, “Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.”

You move over to settle between Colby’s legs, tilting your head back slightly as you slowly and sexily spit the cum. It rolls down your chin, and both of them groan.

You tilt your head forward, letting the rest fall out of your mouth and onto Colby’s cock before taking him into your mouth.

You work your head the same way with did to Sam, bobbing up and down. Colby hands the camera to Sam, both of his hands moving to rest on your head.

“I’m right there, baby.” Colby breathes out, a moan following his words closely, “Oh fuck.” He bucks his hips upward, groaning as his cock twitches inside of your mouth.

Sam leans forward, biting into his lip as you show the mixed cum pooling in your mouth. You close your lips, swallowing before giving the camera a big smile.

Sam shakes his head as he stops recording, setting the camera down before pulling you into a kiss, “I’ll get a bath ready.”

“Yeah, she definitely deserves all the pampering tonight.” Colby reaches out, pulling you to him, “You good?”

You nod, “Oh yeah. I’m great.” You smile, laughing slightly. Colby looks down at you, “What’s so funny, baby?”

“I’m just thinking about if that video were to get out.”

“Oh trust me.” Colby chuckles, “That video is for our eyes only.”

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your innocent bestfriend just confessed he's never jerked off so you decide to be a sweetheart and help him...

"you told me you're scared to jerk off?" i started softly. "well, i'm going to help you with that today. do you trust me?"

he hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before giving a subtle nod.

"i need words," i said, crawling onto the bed and kneeling behind him.

"...okay, i trust you," he finally whispered.

i smiled gently, my hands gliding up and down his tattooed arms before one hand moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his brunette curls. his breathing became shallow as i leaned closer, my lips brushing his ear.

"watch the video," i murmured, my voice low, feeling the warmth of his skin as a soft blush rose to his cheeks.

he inhaled sharply, gulping. "o—okay."

i reached for the remote at the edge of the bed and pressed play. the screen flickered on, revealing a man and woman on a king-sized bed. the man undressed her slowly, kissing down her body. it was matt's first time watching something like this, so i kept it tame—no intense bdsm shit immediately. that would’ve been too much for him.

the man on screen used his teeth to tug down the woman’s black lace thong, exposing her. matt's breath hitched at the sight, and i noticed the slight tension in his body as he stared. i almost smiled at his reaction.

the man's tongue flicked along her slit, teasing her clit. the woman let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets, her head tilting back as pleasure washed over her. my own body responded involuntarily, a subtle throb building between my legs.

on-screen, the man slid a finger inside her, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit. her moans grew louder, and as i glanced down, i could see the noticeable bulge pressing against matt’s pants.

"d’you ever think about doing that?" i whispered into his ear, my voice low and teasing. "flicking your tongue over her sensitive clit, fucking her with your fingers... huh, matt?"

a groan escaped him, and he nodded eagerly, his breath catching as my words sank in.

on the screen, the man pinched the woman’s nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, and she arched her back, her breasts peeking in the air.

"look at her tits, matt. have you ever thought about kissing them? sucking them? fucking them?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper, each word deliberate. he nodded again, licking his lips, his eyes glued to the scene. i could tell my words were getting to him.

the woman’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she edged closer to her orgasm. the man’s fingers worked faster, thrusting in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot. his tongue danced over her clit, humming as he flicked it with precision. i could feel the growing heat between my own legs, the vibrations from the scene practically resonating in me.

"watch her cum, matt," i urged, and as if on cue, the woman’s cries peaked, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. matt let out a strained whine, his chest heaving as his eyes fluttered, almost rolling back.

in an instant, the woman was on her knees, fumbling with the man’s belt until his cock sprang free, slapping against his lower stomach. she teased him with soft kisses at the tip, her hand gripping him as he tangled his fingers in her hair. matt’s breathing quickened, the tension in his body palpable, and i could see his arousal growing, his jeans straining against him. i swore i saw his zipper move.

she took the man deep into her throat, moaning in satisfaction, while he tilted his head back, pushing her down further. matt’s eyes were fixed on the scene, his body tense, his arousal undeniable.

"have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be deepthroated?" i asked softly, my lips brushing his ear. he didn’t respond right away, his focus on the screen. i pressed further. "answer me."

"yes," he groaned, nodding quickly, his breath coming in shallow gasps as the woman swirled her tongue around the man's tip, moaning as she did.

matt’s eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. his dick strained against his jeans, aching for release.

"keep watching," i whispered, my voice thick with desire. "watch what she’s doing. feel it, matt... imagine it."

i placed my hand on his thigh, dragging it slowly back and forth, teasing him. my fingers grazed over the bulge in his jeans, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his body trembling beneath my touch.

"you’re so hard," i moaned softly in his ear, biting my lip. "look at you, baby."

on the screen, the man teased the woman with his cock, tapping it against her clit before sliding it teasingly into her, pulling out just as quickly. the tension between us built, both of us caught up in the moment.

"how badly do you want to fuck her, matt?" i teased, my voice sultry as my hand rubbed over his hard-on. "how badly do you want to bury your cock in her tight little pussy?"

“please, y/n," matt whimpered, his voice strained with need. "please..."

"please what?" i asked, palming him harder. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes glued to the screen as the man finally plunged into the woman. the tension was thick in the air.

"touch me," he finally gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

i traced my lips along the nape of his neck, leaving soft kisses on his warm skin. slowly, i tugged down his zipper and pulled his boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his length. my breath hitched at the sight.

"fuck," i muttered under my breath.

matt glanced at me nervously. "is... is it okay?"

"shit, you're so big," i whispered, biting down on my lip as i stared at him.

pushing aside my hesitation, i leaned up to kiss along his jaw, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock, slowly pumping him. his reaction was immediate.

"ah, shit!" matt cursed, his eyes squeezing shut as a groan tore from his throat, louder than i’d ever heard before.

i stilled my movements. "nope. eyes open." i waited for him to follow my command, and when he did, his gaze locked on the screen where the woman bit down on the man’s shoulder, desperate to cum.

"you like that?" i asked, pumping him faster now. "you like my hand wrapped around your cock?"

"yes... yes," he pleaded, his voice barely steady.

"good boy," i praised, my thumb swiping across his slit, slick with pre-cum. "you're being such a good boy, matt."

"so... so fucking good," he groaned, his hips jerking up into my hand, desperate for more. "go... go faster. please. faster."

i leaned in close, whispering against his ear, "show me how fast. wrap your hand around mine." he obeyed instantly, his hand gripping mine and guiding it, forcing my hand tighter around him as we moved together.

"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his head falling back as his body trembled under my touch.

my clit throbbed in response to his words, and i could only imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me, his cock pressing against my walls, hitting that sweet spot so perfectly. i wanted nothing more than to wrap my lips around him, to take him fully and give him the pleasure only my mouth could provide.

"ah, y/n... fuuuck, like that," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. my body begged for relief, but i resisted. this moment was about him.

"cum for me," i whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck.

a whimper escaped matt’s lips as he came, his release hitting at the same moment as the couple on screen. his body tensed, his hand slipping away from mine as he gripped the sheets tightly, his load spilling over my hand.

"holy shit," he breathed, leaning back against me, his head resting on my chest as he caught his breath.

the video came to an end, and silence filled the room, save for the sound of his heavy breathing. we stayed like that for a few moments, the weight of the moment sinking in. then, suddenly, we burst into laughter, the tension breaking into something lighter.

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this is kinda based off a wattpad i read a few years ago which i can’t find. i was obsessed with it.

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Give An Inch || Oscar "Spooky" Diaz

(GIF Credit: @merakiaes)

A/N: Not proofread, apologises. Feel free to point out any mistakes with the Spanish translations. Thanks!

Pairing(s): Spooky x Reader ▪︎ The Core 5 x Reader (platonic relationship) 

Summary: A helping hand is mistaken for something else. 

Warnings: fluff, language, mention of smut (very light), mentions of a baby, sexist comments, 

Word Count: 1815

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"Come on, (Y/N)." Jamal begged, trying to snatch the bag filled with candy, "just one more and I promise I'll stop asking." 

"No, Jamal," she reprimanded the teenager, "you've eaten enough candy as it is."

He huffed, the rest of the group laughing at his misfortune. Oscar shook his head, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, clicking his tongue, "eh, just give him one." 

She looked at him, "and have him throw up on himself? I don't think so." She glanced over at the group and back at him, "besides, he keeps grabbing the (flavour) ones and there's hardly any left." 

With a laugh, he kissed her forehead, "so it's not about his well being? It's 'cause he keeps taking the ones you like?" 

"Shut up," was her response. 

That made him laugh harder, causing the group of teenagers to look back at the couple. Cesar smiled at how carefree his brother looked whereas his friends were still surprised, despite knowing of the couple's marital status. 

They and their families, the Santos and (Y/N)'s family were present at the courthouse, a simple but elegant affair. Despite her mother's protest about a big wedding, (Y/N) was more focused on spending the rest of her life with Oscar and Cesar (they were a packaged deal). She didn't care where they got married. 

It had been months since that court appearance and (Y/N) and Oscar had fallen in love with each other more everyday. Yes, they had their disagreements, but before the sun set apologises were said and a round of cuddles were given. He may have been a tough Santos leader, but Oscar was big on affection. 

A relaxed date night for the pair turned into an eventful group outing. (Y/N) didn't mind, having grown accustomed to having the teenagers around (even Jasmine with her big personality, something she really admired). Oscar was annoyed, but adjusted to having her attention shared. 

The teenagers began to disagree on whether to try their luck with the games or grab a bite to eat. The girls wanted to play some games and the boys wanted to get some more food. (Y/N) decided to make the decision for them, looking at Oscar, "you go with the boys and I'll go with the girls," she laughed, taking note of his unimpressed look, "they're not that bad." 

Right on cue, Jamal and Ruby began arguing about the most problematic person in the 90 Day Fiancé: Before the 90 Days cast. Cesar stood by, saying nothing and somehow got dragged into the debate. (Y/N) shook her head and pecked Oscar's cheek, "good luck." 

And with that, she walked off with the girls in tow. 

The three walked around for quite a bit before deciding on playing Whac-a-Mole; no lines, reasonably priced and the prizes were really good. (Y/N) handed the attendant the money and watched the game light up. 

"How do you plan on winning?" Monse asked, knowing that a bunch of the games were rigged. 

"By imagining something that pisses me off," she replied. Both girls quirked an eyebrow and watched as she hit almost every single mole that popped out of its hole. When the game ended, she glanced over at them, "see?" 

They laughed at her chosen stuffed animal being a wolf, knowing her obsession with dogs, when the attendant asked about her prize. Taking a step back, she allowed the girls to decide if they wanted to play a game. 

Unbeknownst to her, a figure had been watching from afar and decided right at that moment to start up a conversation. 

(Y/N) felt a presence move closer, she smiled thinking they were passing by, but instead stopped right in front of her. Her eyebrows furrowed, as she took in the person; solid build, tall and tanned skin. 

"The name's Damian," he introduced himself.

She nodded, "hello, Damian, I'm (Y/N). Did you need something?" 

Before he could reply a mallet hit the side of his head. She covered her mouth to stifle her laughter, eyes looking at the direction of where it flew to find Monse nodding towards Jasmine, the girl giving a sheepish grin. (Y/N) turned back around to find Damian rubbing his head.

"Well… uh, that was… something," he muttered, picking up the object and holding it out. 

"Sorry," Jasmine apologised, taking it and giving it back to the attendant.

(Y/N) noticed his cheek darkening, "you might need some ice for that," she held up her finger, "follow my finger, please." A couple seconds later, she concluded, "you don't seem to have a concussion, but you should check out the medical tent." 

He smiled, "you in the medical field?" 

"A nurse at the local hospital." 

"Beauty and brains," he complimented

She shook her head, "come on I'll take you," she glanced over her shoulder, "tell the guys where I'm going, okay? I shouldn't be long." 

Monse and Jasmine nodded at her instructions, sharing a look when she walked around the corner, hopefully Spooky wasn't nearby. 

But of course, luck wasn't on their side. 

"You girls win anything?" 

They turned around and found Cesar walking ahead of the group, a grin plastered across his face holding up a teddy bear and handing it over to Monse. Jamal and Ruby holding a slushie and a churro in their hands. Spooky took notice of the missing figure, his eyes staring at the pair, "where's (Y/N)?" 

Jasmine piped up, "at the medical tent," when she noticed their concerned faces she quickly added, "don't worry, she's not hurt. She took a guy there 'cause I hit him in the head with a mallet." 

"You hit him with a mallet?" questioned Ruby, taking a sip of his slushie. 

"Sí, pero no propósito," she gestured to the truck, "I was using it for the game, they really need to tape that shit down."  

Jamal's eyebrows scrunched together, "aren't those things attached?" 

"Yeah, they are," Monse replied, "well.. one used to be." 

As the group got on the subject of other carnival games, they didn't notice Spooky slipping away to find (Y/N). Always being down to help whoever with whatever, it didn't come as a surprise to him hearing she had walked the guy over to the medical tent. It was a trait he loved about her, but of course it had setbacks. 

With a heart as big as hers, there were some people who liked to take advantage of her goodwill. 

If the guy fell into that category, then he was in for a rude awakening.

He walked around the corner, avoiding a bunch of kids running with their parents trying to keep up with them. Passing by several tents he found the one he was looking for. It wasn't that hard as an ambulance, cots and paramedics stuck out among the food trucks and carnival games. 

His eyes focused on her, her hands clutching a stuffed animal, a smile crossed his face taking note of it being a wolf. She let out a laugh and continued talking to the person next to her. He moved towards them, his pace picking up when he noticed her twiddling her thumbs, a subtle sign that showed she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. 

"Cariño." He called out. 

Her head turned in his direction, a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. When he was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. When she released her hold, she pecked his lips. 

Quickly bending down to pick up the wolf plushie.  

After shaking it, she held it up to his face, "say hello to the new love of my life." 

He kissed his teeth, "new love? The only new love of your life is gonna be the baby I put in you, esta noche." 

She gasped and hit his chest, laughing when he pulled her in and kissed the top of her head. 

"Uh… you're taken?" 

The couple turned to the figure holding the ice pack to his cheek. (Y/N) nodded, "yep, happily taken." Holding up her left hand to reveal just how taken she was.

Damian shook his head, "you're married and walking around as if you're single? Wow, aren't you a great catch." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, at the switch in his tone, "excuse you?" 

"You led me on."

"Led you on?" She scoffed, "how?" 

He gestured to the tent, "you brought me here." 

"Yeah, I brought you here to make sure you were okay," she replied, "and before you say anything about me staying with you, I thought I'd keep you company before your friends arrived." 

"You have to train her better," Damian shifted his focus to Oscar, "can't have your wife leading men on like some bitch in heat." 

Before (Y/N) could blink, Oscar gripped the front of Damian's shirt and pulled him close their nose centimetres apart, "don't fucking talk to her like that, understand me?" Damian just blinked, causing Oscar to give him a shake, "I asked you a question." 

He nodded, "yeah, I won't. Ever again." 

Oscar loosened his grip, nodding towards the bruising on the side of his head, "next time it'll be a bullet," at the scared look he received, he smirked, "now, apologise to my wife, pendejo." 

"I'm sorry." 

"She has a name." 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." 

"What are you sorry for?" 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) for calling you a bitch and assuming that you were interested." Damian apologised. 

She nodded, "thank you." 

"When a woman is interested, she'll make it clear that she's interested." Oscar explained, "if she isn't interested, back off." 

"Right, got it." 

"But with your obscured view on women, I doubt they'd be interested," (Y/N) snickered, "all that muscle on you and you're nothing but a punk ass bitch." 

Oscar held her hand in his, giving the back of it a kiss, "come on," when they were about a metre away, (Y/N) called out, "enjoy the rest of your night, Damian. You sexist pig." 

This received a few stares from those surrounding the other tents but the couple kept walking as if nothing had happened. (Y/N) allowed Oscar to lead them back to wherever the group of teenagers were. When she spotted them, she stopped her movement, causing Oscar to halt in his.

"What's wrong?" 

She smirked and moved in close, fingers fiddling with the button of his shirt, "do you wanna get started?'

His eyebrow arched, "get started on what?" 

"On putting that baby in me…. Unless, you've changed your mind and -" 

She laughed when he gripped her hand and dragged her in the direction of the car, throwing a comment about texting Cesar that she wasn't feeling well and to stay the night at Monse's when she asked about the group noticing their disappearance. 

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Sí, pero no propósito - yeah, but not on purpose

Cariño - dear or darling 

Esta noche - tonight 

Pendejo - asshole or bastard

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Sneaky Link || Oscar Diaz

A/N: It’s been so long but with season 4 coming out at some point I figured it’s time to start writing again. Anyways, had a request from a while ago about at reader x Spooky sneaky link. Hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Reader is Sad Eyes sister, secretly dating Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Warnings: language, slight smut

Word count: 3,000

You moved to sit back in the passenger seat, pulling your shirt back down to cover your chest. Sweat caused the loose hair at the back of your neck to stick to your skin and you struggled to catch your breath as you watched the equally breathless Santo, in the driver’s seat, fix his pants. He glanced over at you and raised an eyebrow when he caught you staring.

“This would be a lot more comfortable for you if we were in a bed.” He gesture to the hand you were currently using to rub your neck. Sex in a car can be fun but somehow you always found yourself bent in odd angles that left you soar, and not in the good way, afterwards.

“And would that bed be at your place, where there’s always Santos hanging around or mine where my over protective brother could walk in on us?” You replied.

You didn’t wait for his response and instead you reached to open the door and stepped out of the car. You leaned down and smiled at the Santo, and before closing the door, said “see ya later Oscar.”

You made your way down the street to your house, aware that Oscar was watching to make sure you made it inside, you could never be too cautious late at night in Freeridge. What you weren’t aware of were the four other pairs of eyes watching from across the street.

“Ohmygod!” Jamal whisper shouted as he turned to his friends, “did just you see what I just saw?”

“Do you mean Y/N getting out of Spooky’s car or what they were doing before she got out?” Ruby asked.

“This is not good, oh no this is really not good. Do you think her brother knows?” Jamal asked in a high pitched voice.

“If her brother knew I doubt they’d be sneaking around,” Monse said before turning towards Cesar and asking “did you know about this?”

Cesar put his hands up “I had not idea! They barely talk whenever she’s at my place.” He said.

“You know it kind of makes sense that they don’t talk too much what with her brother being Sad Eyes, Spooky’s homie, they probably wouldn’t want to draw too much attention or have any rumors started.” Ruby said.

Jamal looked at the group, “So what are we going to do?” He asked.

“I’m going to go home and WE-” Monse replied, “-aren’t going to do or say anything about what we saw.” She looked pointedly at Jamal, “I mean it Jamal, nothing.”

“You know I don’t do well with secrets” Jamal whined as the group began walking again.

“All you have to do is avoid Y/N” Cesar said.

“And Spooky, and Sad Eyes, and probably any other Santo for good measure” Ruby said, laughing at his friend’s expense.

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“Hey where you been?” Your brother, Antonio, asked as you stepped into your house. He was sitting on the couch with a few other Santos, who looked over at you.

“Out” you replied as you slipped off your shoes.

“You know I don’t like you going out alone at night,” Antonio said, “It’s not safe.”

“Deja de preocuparte Tony, I’m fine.” You said and made your way down the hall to your room.

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Two days later.

The door to your room opened, Antonio come in and threw himself on your bed.

“Ew gross get off! You smell like weed!” You yelled at him, trying to shove him off of the bed but he resisted, rolling himself up in your blanket instead.

“You’re fucking annoying,” you said giving up trying get him off of your bed and going back to the text you had just received.

Antonio let out a laugh, knowing his presence was annoying you, he reached over and snatched your phone out of your hands, “who you texting?”

“Give it back Tony! You play too much” you made a grab for your phone, you weren’t sure what the text said but you knew you didn’t want him to see it, but you brother stood up holding the phone over your head. You hit him in the stomach, “I’m serious!”

“See you at the party tonight?” Antonio read the message off of your phone, he looked at you, all humor gone from his face. “What party? The Santo’s party? You told me you weren’t going?”

You crossed your arms, a scowl on your face, “well maybe I changed my mind. I didn’t know I had to run my decision by you. ” You said.

“You know you’re not supposed to be hanging around Los Santos without me knowing Y/N, its not safe.” he said through gritted teeth, “and who the fuck is asking you that? Is there some fool you running around town with?” He gestured to the contact name in your phone a simple heart emoji.

“It’s none of your business.” You said.

“The fuck its not! You ain’t gonna be running around these streets with some dude!” He yelled at you.

“Oh so you can run around and bring a different girl home all the time but with me it’s different?” You asked.

Antonio nodded his head and replied, “yes exactly.”

“I don’t really see what the big deal is, you were probably just going to drag me to the party any ways. You always do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders and hoping to divert his attention away from the text.

Antonio let out a sigh before handing you back your phone, “Fine you can go with me tonight, but you’re gonna show me who this guy is you’re trying to meet there.”

You just watched your brother walk out of the room, there was no way you could let your brother find out who your boyfriend was. Your phone chimed with a new message as you threw yourself onto your bed ‘you ignoring me now mamas?’ It read. You typed out a quick response confirming that you’d see him there then rushed to get ready.

You followed your brother through Spooky’s house and out to the back yard where the music grew louder and people stood around drinking.

“Aye keep up’ your brother said placing his arm around you shoulders to keep you close. You rolled your eyes, this was going to be a long night. Before you knew it you found yourself standing in a circle with several of your brother’s friends, his arm still keeping you stuck to his side. Your eyes scanned the yard looking for any of your friends. “Looking for tu novio?” Your brother asked.

“Nope, just anyone that can get me away from this boring ass conversation.” You said, rolling your eyes and trying to pull away from Antonio.

“Aye Sad Eyes, que onda compa?” A familiar voice interrupted the two of you, distracting your brother enough for you to take a few steps away from him. You brother turned to speak to Oscar.

Oscar nodded toward you, “sup Y/N? Aren’t you usually off dancing with your little friends?” He said.

You smiled softly at Oscar before glancing back at your brother, scowl back on your face you replied, “I would be but I’m being held hostage by this fool.”

Oscar let out a laugh, “hostage?” he asked Antonio.

“Man, she thinks she’s slick running around with some little secret novio.” He said, sucking on his teeth.

Oscar raised his eyebrow as he looked back at you, humor laced his voice as he asked, “A secret novio huh? What’s this guy like.”

You were saved from having to answer as a familiar face popped up, the person shoving past Oscar and hugging you, “Y/N!” Cesar said, his friends each hugging you after Cesar pulled away.

“Hey guys, how are you?” You asked. You were pretty close to the four high schoolers as you had spent a lot of time watching Cesar as he grew up. Whenever Oscar and your brother had to go on a run Oscar would bring Cesar over and you would take care of him. Soon enough it turned into the core four having sleepovers at your place.

“We need to talk” Jamal said, urgently pulling on your arm.

“Looks like I have more important things to do than stand around here.” You said, flipping off your brother and following the teenagers.

You came to a stop by a cooler full of beers and picked one up as you turned toward the group, “so what’s up?”

“What, oh nothing. We just couldn’t stand the awkwardness going on over there anymore.” Jamal said, gesturing to where Oscar and Antonio stood. A few girls had moved to join them and your brother seemed to have forgotten about you as he leaned down to talk to one of them. Oscar, on the other hand was staring right at you, a smirk on his full lips as his eyes wondered over your body before meeting your own. You glanced away feeling a blush rise in your cheeks.

“What awkwardness?” You said, confused that the teens would pick up on anything.

“Ok look I know we said we weren’t going to say anything, but you guys know I’m not good with secrets,” Jamal started, Monse tried to cover his mouth but he continued, “We saw you and Os-Spooky doing the humpity dumpity in his car the other night.”

Your smile dropped, a cold sweat taking over your body at his words, “what?’

“WE SAW YOU GUYS BUMPIN UGLIES, you know, taking a trip to pound town, you were letting him check your oil girl!” Jamal said before you were able to cover his mouth.

“Ok chill, shut up about it.” Your hand still covered the kid’s mouth, “now if I remove my hand are you going to keep quiet?”

Jamal nodded his head. Slowly you pulled your hand away and looked at the group, “Now, how did you guys even see that?”

Cesar rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “well, uh, we uh-”

“We were walking home and we saw you guys, and to be fair anyone could have walked outside and seen you guys I mean you weren’t even parked far from your house and I’m surprised no-one has found out about this considering how so not careful you two are being.” Ruby said.

You stared at him in shock, you had to admit he had a point but, “you guys can’t say anything about this. I mean it.” You said eyeing Jamal and that big mouth of his.

“You can trust us Y/N” Monse said.

You nodded and glanced back over at Oscar to find he was already looking at you. He nodded his head toward the house before breaking eye contact and walking toward the backdoor. You looked back at the teens, “I’ll be back” you said before quickly following in the direction Oscar had gone. You entered the house to find it was pretty empty. You made your way down the hall and opened the door to Oscar’s room. He was already there and he turned when he heard you enter.

“So tell me about this novio of yours.” He said laughing as you closed the door.

“Shut up, this is serious” you said, slapping his chest. He leaned down, arms wrapping around your waist, and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“It’ll be fine mamas” he mumbled against your lips.

“How can you be so sure?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your body closer to his.

Oscar began trailing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck before answering with, “because I am, now can we get back to this?”

You let out a giggle, “oh so is this all you wanted me for?” You asked.

Oscar stopped his movements and pulled back to look you in the eyes, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His deep brown eyes staring into your own eyes. Finally he spoke, voice soft and low, “you know this is so much more right mamas? That you mean so fucking much to me? You know how much I love you Y/N?”

You smiled at him, bringing you hand up to cover his where it was on your cheek, “Yes I know that baby, I love you too Oscar.”

Seemingly satisfied with your response his hand slipped behind your neck, drawing you closer to him, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so passionate all of the stress of the idea of your brother finding out or the core four knowing about you and Oscar disappeared. Oscar brought his hands down to your ass giving it a squeeze before lifting you up and walking over to his bed. He laid you down, climbing between your legs, and began to trail kisses from your neck down the deep plunge of your top.

It was rare that you and Oscar found yourselves alone in a room and you two planned on making the most of it. Slowly, Oscar slid his hands up your shirt and pulled it over your head, discarding it somewhere across the room and stared at the newly exposed skin, his fingers traced along the lace of the bra that still covered your breasts before his thumb rubbed over your hardening nipple. Even through the fabric of your bra the sensation was enough to cause your back to arch up off of the bed, you breathing quickened as he continued to move his thumb in slow circles. you reached under your back and unclasped your bra, wanting to feel his hands on your bare skin. Oscar watched as you slid the straps down your arms until you fully removed your bra, exposing your breasts.

“Damn” Oscar said, voice deep with lust as his eyes roamed your body. He leaned down and placed light kisses across your chest before capturing your left nipple in his mouth and sucking, his hand expertly rubbing your right nipple. The sensation of his mouth and hands on you had your core heating up and you knew your panties were already soaked.

Oscar’s mouth left your nipple as he continued to trail kisses down your stomach to the top of your jeans. Slowly he unbuttoned them and hooked his fingers in your waistband, pulling your pants down your legs and making sure to take your panties with them.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” A familiar voice yelled.

Oscar’s movements stopped as the both of you looked towards the door to find your brother standing there, a furious expression on his quickly reddening face. You expected him to yell, to come charging at Oscar, but instead he just shook his head and slammed the door.

You and Oscar stared at each other before quickly getting up and throwing your clothes back on. Within seconds you were both out the door and rushing down the hallway and into the living room where a livid Sad Eyes was pacing the room.

“Tony it’s-“ you started to speak but stopped when his gaze met yours.

“What you wanna sit here and lie? Tell me I didn’t just see you two fucking?!” Tony yelled, getting in your face, “I didn’t realize my sister was a pinche Santo whore!”

“Aye watch it foo” Oscar said as he put himself between you and your brother. You always knew you would have to tell you brother eventually but this was not the way you had imagined things happening. Fear seized your heart at the idea of a fight breaking out. Both men, you knew, could hold their own but there was a reason people around Freeridge called Oscar Spooky and you knew things wouldn’t end well if it came to a fight.

“Oh what you stepping up now, Spooky” Tony taunted as he shoved Oscar, “you and my sister! My fucking sister man!”

Oscar’s jaw clenched, his hands in fists at his sides, “You need to remember who your fucking talking to” He said, shoving Tony back.

You quickly wrapped your hand around Oscar’s wrist, he stared down at your hand before meeting your eyes. His face softened as he stared into your worried eyes “no te preocupes mi amor.”

Your eyes shifted back over to your brother who looked more confused than angry at Oscar’s response to you. “Tony, this,” you said, pointing between you and Oscar, “this is real, I love him and we aren’t going to stop seeing each other. So you’re gonna have to get use to it.”

Tony rubbed a hand over his face then glanced between you and Oscar, he sighed in defeat “she’s my baby sister man.”

Oscar nodded his head, “I know” he replied.

“You better treat her right” Tony said and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as Oscar looked down at you,

“What were you even doing going into Oscar’s room?” You asked your brother.

“I was looking for you.”

You scrunched your face up in confusion, “but why would you look for me in Oscar’s room?”

“I was just checking the house because that foo said you were in here.” He said, pointing behind you.

You and Oscar turned to find Cesar, Monse, Ruby, and Jamal, who was nervously crouching behind Cesar, standing in the hallway staring.

“In my defense,” Jamal said, “I said that I wouldn’t check the house if I were you.”

You stared at him incredulously, “Jamal, one day you’re really going to have to learn how to keep that big mouth of yours shut.”

Next to you, Oscar started to laugh as he pulled you closer to him.

Tony cleared his throat, “I mean it compa, you better take are of her.” He said before walking out the front door.

“I plan to,” Oscar whispered in you ear, “why don’t we go finish what we started?” Before you could answer Oscar had picked you up and was carrying you back towards his bedroom. This is going to be an interesting new part to your relationship…

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A Lesson in Faking it

Summary: An evening of fake dating leads to a night of revealing true feelings

Request: They have to pose as a couple and heavy make out in a club or a bar to get the attention of an unsub. When the case is over they also have to share the hotel bedroom

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Fake dating in a swinger club, mentions of case related violence, consensual voyeurism (because they are in a swinger club) including BDSM scenes, implied bisexual reader, awkwardness, tension, jealousy, heavy kissing, fingering, protected penetrative sex

Word count: 4.2k

Masterlist

Joining the BAU came with a lot of new experiences for you. Today you learned that going to a swinger club with Spencer Reid would be one of them. 

It was the hunting ground of the latest unsub you chased and you and the good looking doctor just happened to be the same age group as his previous victims. So it was only logical that you’d have to pose as a couple to finally catch this guy. 

Spencer was resistant at first but when he realized it was the only good option your team had at catching this guy, he agreed at last. 

“Let’s do this, babe!” you chirped as you stepped into the backseat of the car where Spencer was already waiting for you. He raised his eyebrows when he heard the nickname you chose for him.

Luke drove the car while Emily explained the details of your mission. The overly confident demeanor you displayed was your way of hiding the fact that posing as a couple with Spencer would certainly be your downfall. For weeks you had been pining after him while desperately trying to not let your true feelings show. 

From the corners of his eyes your coworker ogled your outfit and you couldn't ignore how he licked his lips while doing it. The lacy top you wore barely covered your skin and left little to the imagination. Together with skin-tight black leather pants it was the perfect outfit for a fake date night at the swinger club. 

Turning to Spencer, you looked at his clothes. He was wearing a black dress shirt and suit pants, not too different from his usual work attire. With a playful smirk you reached for his shirt, prompting him to almost jump at the contact. 

“What are you doing?” he squeaked, his voice a lot higher than usual. 

He didn't stop you when you undid the first two buttons of his shirt. “Making you look less like an agent,” you explained.

“Reid, you better get used to her touching you,” Luke laughed while looking at the rear-view mirror. “Don’t bust this mission right away.”

“We’re not undercover yet,” he retorted while rolling his eyes.  

“Maybe you two should talk about your boundaries before you go in,” Emily suggested with a firm tone. “I don't want either of you to be uncomfortable.”

Spencer sighed at her words. “That’s gonna be difficult in a swinger club.”

Emily turned around to look at the two of you. “You said you were okay with it. We can abort this mission right now if you’re having second thoughts.”

“No, it’s fine,” Spencer said and looked at you. “As long as you’re okay with it, too.”

You nodded. “I’m good.” 

That's what you had convinced yourself to believe, at least. Being surrounded by half-naked people in an overtly sexual environment while trying to catch a killer with your ridiculously attractive coworker was certainly not an easy task. Neither Spencer nor you had been to a place like that before. It was hard to imagine what exactly would expect you and how that would make you feel.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” Spencer asked, concern written over his face. 

Despite Emily’s suggestion to discuss exactly that, his question still caught you by surprise. Imagining his hands brushing along your body let your heart beat uncomfortably fast inside your chest. 

“Uhm… yeah, I am. Just not uh… everywhere,” you awkwardly laughed.  

“Just be reasonable,” Emily requested. “I really don’t want us to end up in a meeting with HR.” 

“What about kissing?” Spencer asked both you and Emily. 

A silent gasp rolling over your lips at the thought of his mouth on yours. Of course you knew that anything happening tonight was a sham but that didn’t change the fact that you yearned for his nearness nonetheless. 

“If you're both comfortable with it,” your unit chief answered. 

Without thinking too much about it, you said, “I’m okay with it.” 

A reassuring smile spread over Spencer’s face. “Yeah, me too.”

“Make sure to never separate and have each other’s backs,” Luke reminded you. “You're both wearing your ankle holsters, right?” 

In unison Spencer and you nodded. 

“From what we know he’ll try to separate his victims from the crowd by asking them to watch them or join them having sex. The men were all tied up when they were found, that's how he gained control. Don't forget that he’s extremely dangerous once you're alone with him. He has managed to overpower three couples so far,” Emily warned you. “So please be careful.”

There was no reason to worry, you knew that Spencer would not let anything happen to you. His presence made you feel safe and you were confident that this mission would be successful. 

At your destination, you got out of the car and instinctively grabbed Spencer's hand as you approached the entrance of the club. There was no hesitation on his side either, he intertwined his fingers with yours without making a comment. It felt natural, almost normal to hold his hand.

Once you stepped in, you were glad to have someone to hold onto. The sight of barely clothed people flirting and making out with each other was overwhelming. When you walked by a couple having sex in a jacuzzi, you felt the heat rushing to your face. 

It was almost impossible to focus and you had no idea where to look without seeing something even more scandalous. Spencer noticed your current state and gently squeezed your hand. 

“It will take a few moments to desensitize,” he explained seemingly unfazed. “Just try to relax.”

How he could stay so cool in a situation so awkward was inexplicable. His words proved to be right, though. After the initial shock had faded, you were able to focus more on your surroundings without feeling too much out of place. 

The people in the club seemed respectful and genuine. You realized that they were all just trying to have a good time in a safe environment. A vulnerability the unsub exploited. 

“You good?” Spencer murmured after locking eyes with you. 

“Yeah I’m okay. Are you?” 

He nodded before scanning the room once more. “Nothing suspicious so far,” he mumbled before turning back to you again. “You look beautiful, by the way.” 

His words made you smile and reminded you that you were supposed to pose as a couple tonight. “Thank you.”

Spencer placed his hand around your waist to pull you closer. “So, what are you in the mood for tonight, sweetheart?”

Leaning against his body, you winked at him before chirping, “I think I just wanna watch, for now.”

You made your way around the club, peeking in every room to look out for a sign of the unsub. In an attempt to merge into the crowd, you tried your best to act like a couple enjoying the show. It was weird and awkward to be there but having Spencer by your side made it tolerable. After a while curiosity took over as you took a look around the club. 

You stood in the doorframe of a room with a couple having the most sweet and loving sex when a sigh fell from your lips. It had been a while since you were intimate with anyone. Watching someone else in such a vulnerable moment let your heart yearn for a similar connection. 

“They are so cute,” you said when Spencer looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Don’t you think?”  

Your coworker just shrugged and took your hand to walk over to a different room. The expression on his face didn't reveal how he felt and you began to wonder if the stoicism he displayed was just a cover for his discomfort. 

The next scene that unfolded in front of you was too intense to hold back a gasp. Skillfully, a man was tying ropes over a woman’s body in an artistic way. It was obvious how much she enjoyed her confinement, moaning loudly whenever another cord dug into her skin. 

You couldn't help but imagine how you would feel in her place. The attention the man paid to her was unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was pure adoration. 

“Woah,” you muttered. “That's beautiful.”

Spencer leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Do you have to comment on everything we see?”

Tilting your head to look at him, you retorted, “Sorry, not everyone can play it as cool as you.”

“We’re wired,” Spencer reminded you. “Our team hears everything we say.”

With a smug grin on your face you teased, “So, bondage isn’t your thing?”

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled, “No comment.”

A smirk formed on his face even though he tried to suppress it. Maybe he wasn’t as unfazed by all of this as he led on. 

When you got to the next room, you almost froze in place when you realized what was happening. Two women, one more gorgeous than the other, were on a bed pleasuring each other. The skin on your face heated up so much you were practically glowing. With your mouth hanging open, you couldn't avert your eyes from them. 

From the corner of your eyes you realized that Spencer was watching you instead of them. “Interesting,” he chuckled.

Almost choking on your own saliva, you muttered, “Shut up.”

Your words caught the attention of the women in front of you. They both smiled when they looked at you. 

“You’re very pretty,” one of them said to you. The other one nodded and added, “Would you like to join us?”

“Uhm…,” was the only thing that made it past your lips. 

It wasn’t as if you actually considered accepting their invitation, this situation was just a little too much for you to handle. 

In an instant, Spencer grabbed your hand to drag you away into a private corner. 

“You need to get ahold of yourself,” he playfully scolded you. 

His implication that you were acting unprofessional made you angry. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Spencer stepped closer and let his fingertips drag along the neckline of your top, making your skin break out in goosebumps. For a moment you thought he was trying to feel you up. It surprised you how little you resisted his touch. In fact, his attention was very welcome and you wouldn’t even have thought about rejecting his move. 

Then you realized that he was looking for the microphone of your wire. When he found it, he pressed against it and leaned towards your ear while covering his own mic with his other hand.

“I can tell you're really aroused right now,” he softly spoke. 

Embarrassment clouded your mind when you heard his words. You felt like he had just caught you in the act. 

“What? That's not true!” you whisper-yelled in response. 

“Are you sure about that?” He took a moment to lean back and look at you before finding your ear once more. “Your pupils are dilated, your chest is heaving and–”

“Don’t profile me!” you squeaked. Taking a moment to breathe, you asked, “How is none of this affecting you at all?” 

That was when you noticed the rosy shade on his cheeks. Before he could answer, Emily’s voice echoing from your earpiece brought both of you back to reality. 

“Is everything okay? We suddenly only hear muffled sounds,” she asked, her voice laced with concern. 

Your coworker let go of the mics and said, “Yes, everything is fine.” 

“Good,” you heard her through the earpiece. “I don’t know what exactly is going on but it sounded like you two were arguing. Remember, you’re supposed to act like a lovey-dovey couple to catch the unsub’s attention.” 

“Yes, we’re on it,” Spencer said before he took your hand. “Let’s have a drink at the bar.” 

Without questioning his move, you followed him and ordered a glass of water at the bar. Sipping the cool liquid helped you clear your head and focus back on your mission. 

“Is it possible that he isn’t here tonight?” You asked your coworker as you watched him look around. 

Seemingly absent-minded, he said, “Maybe.” 

After a moment, Spencer placed his drink back on the bar and grabbed your waist to pull you closer. The sudden contact let a gasp fall from your mouth. His lips lowered down to your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, your arms found their home around his neck to pull him even closer.  

“Someone’s watching us,” he breathed before gently letting his lips graze over your pulse point. Before he proceeded, he wanted to make sure, “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?” 

“Y… Yes.” 

Without hesitation, his hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned in for the kiss. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest and you couldn’t help but press your body firmly against his to feel even more of him. Playfully, your fingertips intertwined with the curls in the nape of his neck and you felt him smile into the kiss. 

His lips were so soft and tender but grew hungrier with every second passing. Feeling his tongue brushing against yours was enough to make you forget about your surroundings and you had a feeling that the current mission might have slipped Spencer’s mind as well.  

Suddenly, he leaned back before he mumbled, “He’s gone.”

Confused about what he was talking about, you mumbled, “Huh?”

“The guy who was watching us,” he clarified as he turned his head to look for him. “Come, I have an idea.”

Following his lead, you walked right behind him as he approached an empty room. He left the door wide open when he entered, allowing any passerby to watch whatever he was planning to do. Nervousness overcame you when you locked eyes with him, unsure of what he had in mind. 

Gently, he grabbed your arms to turn you around so you were facing the door. He stood right behind you as he placed his hands on your waist and leaned down to whisper, “Keep your eyes on the door. And please tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

Then he began kissing along your neck, licking and nipping on the sensitive skin in a way that made your head spin. However, it was nothing compared to the feeling that overcame you when his hands began wandering over your body. His fingertips buried into the fabric of your shirt as they moved further down to grip your hips. 

There was no way to hinder the moan from falling from your lips. Spencer halted his motions for a split second, obviously surprised by your reaction, before he continued. You tilted your head to give him better access as he continued caressing your neck while his hands explored your body. 

It was difficult to keep your eyes open but you still managed to watch the curious glances of the people passing by. One man walked by the room and lingered for several moments before he disappeared again, only to come back a few seconds later. He stood in the doorframe to unabashedly watch how your coworker manhandled your body. 

“Babe,” you moaned to alert him. “Don’t stop.” 

Your coworker understood immediately, his eyes fluttering open to look at the man watching the two of you. Now all you had to do was to make him take the bait. 

Your nerves were on edge, adrenaline rushing through your body at the thought that a potential serial killer was watching you. Turning your head, you found Spencer’s lips while his hands moved along your top to carefully touch your breasts. That was what seemed to catch the man’s attention. 

“Can I join you two?” He said as he stepped closer. 

Spencer let go of you to watch him intently. You looked at the unsub, faking your best smile when you said, “Of course.” 

Closing the door behind him, he walked towards you, scanning your body as he licked his lips. The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine and let a knot form in your stomach. If this really was the unsub, you knew you couldn’t let this get too far and had to make your arrest quickly. 

Stepping closer to him until there was barely any distance left, you playfully cooed, “So, what are you into?” 

Motioning at your coworker, he said, “I would love to see you tie your boyfriend up and make him watch as I fuck you.” 

Spencer huffed at his words. One wrong move from the guy and you were sure Spencer would break his nose. His suggestion was exactly the modus operandi you saw with the unsub. There was no more doubt it was him.  

“Yeah?” you purred while reaching into your purse without raising any suspicions. Then, without a warning you swiftly grabbed his arm to pin it behind his back and push him against a wall. “What if I tied you up?” You snarled as you handcuffed him. “You’re under arrest.” 

“That was smooth,” Spencer chuckled as he stepped closer to assist you. 

After finishing up the arrest and the necessary paperwork for the day, your team headed to the hotel for the night. 

“Sorry guys, the hotel is overbooked,” Emily announced once she returned from the reception with keycards in her hands. “We’ll have to double up.” 

Before you realized what was happening, everyone of your coworkers quickly paired up with someone and left you and Spencer standing in the lobby. Too much had already happened tonight and you were too tired to try to convince someone else to share a room with you. If you could make out with him in a swinger club, you’d survive sharing a hotel room with Spencer. 

When you entered the room you quickly realized that there was only one bed. “Of course,” you laughed at the absurdity of the situation. 

“Are you okay with this?” Spencer wondered when he came to halt behind you. “I can sleep on the floor if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Yeah right,” you deadpanned. “You can grope my boobs but sharing a bed is where we draw the line.” 

Turning around to find his eyes, you noticed how the color drained from his face at your words. 

“I was joking. Relax! We’re all good,” you tried to calm him. 

“I still feel like I overstepped back there,” he confessed as his sight dropped to the floor. 

You stepped closer to him and placed your palms on his chest, tenderly brushing over the fabric of his dress shirt. “See?” you snickered. “Now we’re even.” 

Locking eyes with you, he showed you the sweetest smile. “What about your hickey?” he chuckled. 

In an instant your hand flew to your neck as you walked over to the mirror. With widened eyes you squeaked, “You gave me a hickey?!”

Inspecting the red and blue spot on your neck, you felt your cheeks heating up. The fact that Spencer had left a mark on you and everyone had already seen it before you could cover it up, made you feel dizzy. 

Spencer walked up behind you and found your eyes in the mirror. “Can I be honest with you?” After you nodded, he said, “I did it on purpose.” 

“Why?”

His voice was laced with a certain desperation when he kept talking. “I hated the way the people at the club looked at you. Like you were just another piece they needed for their collection.”

Confusion was written over your face when you stared at him through the reflection of the mirror. Focussed on watching everyone else back there, you hadn’t noticed how the other people at the swinger club had looked at you. 

“So you marked me?” you mumbled. 

For a moment he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I know you were just pretending but it was too hard to resist. I’m sorry, I overstepped.” 

His choice of words replayed in your mind once more until you realized what they meant. 

“Spencer,” you muttered as you turned around to face him. “Are you saying you were jealous? For real?”

“Yes,” he confessed.

It was as if his words broke the last restraint you still had. There was no more going back from this and you both knew it. Spencer still seemed surprised when you swung your arms around his neck to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. After the initial shock subsided, he grabbed your waist and reciprocated your motions. 

“I have wanted this for so long,” he muttered against your lips. 

Between more kisses you breathed, “Me too.” 

Weeks of longing and pining finally unloaded as you both gave into your desires. Walking over to the bed, you hastily began undressing one another until the last piece of clothing fell to the floor and you laid down on the mattress. 

Spencer took a moment to take in your beauty before he joined you. “You’re so pretty,” he cooed between more kisses. “So are you,” you answered as you welcomed him on top of you. 

His lips grazed along your jaw before they found your neck, littering it with tender kisses. When he bit down on the sensitive skin, your hands flew to his hair to tug on them. 

“Please no more hickey,” you purred. “I’m already yours.” 

Leaning back, he found your eyes, a soft smile painted over his face. Then he kissed you again, groaning, “Mine” against your lips. 

The confirming hum you let out in response quickly morphed into a whine once you felt one of his hands moving down your body. With purposeful motions it found its destination between your legs, making your body tremble at the sudden contact. 

Despite still yearning for more kisses, Spencer leaned back to be able to look at you when he began dragging his fingertips along your slit. When he found you already desperate for his touch, he sighed and closed his eyes for a second to savor the moment. 

You couldn’t hold back anymore and began rocking your hips against his hand ever so slightly. He wasn’t in a teasing mood and obliged your silent plea as he began drawing precise circles around your little nub. 

“Spencer,” you whined his name and noticed how his pupils dilated. “Please!” 

Two of his fingers lingered at your entrance for a second before slowly pushing in, making you arch your back at the sudden pressure. Your hand became curious as well and wandered down his stomach until it made contact with the tender skin of his cock. Before you could fully wrap your fingers around him, Spencer’s body began trembling. 

“I need you,” he whined, desperation clearly audible in his voice. 

Take me, you wanted to beg him before the rational side of your brain took over. “Do you have a condom?” you said instead. 

“Y… Yeah, I do,” he murmured as he carefully withdrew his hand from your center. 

Hurried and with little grace he got up from the bed to find his bag. He pulled out the condom and returned, finding you staring at him with raised eyebrows and a smug grin. For a moment you considered asking him why exactly he had condoms in his go-bag but decided against it. Right then you were glad he was prepared. 

Kneeling between your legs, he put the condom on before leaning over you to capture your lips in another kiss. You reached between your bodies to guide him to your waiting heat. He didn’t hesitate to push into you, a deep groan escaping his throat as he felt your tight walls enveloping him. 

The pressure he provided was almost overwhelming, making you whimper when he was fully inside you. Before he could mistake your excitement with discomfort, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pleaded, “Fuck me, Spencer.” 

Slow at first, he began pushing into you until he was sure that you could take the full extent of his eagerness. With purposeful motions he thrusted into you, showing no more reservations when you began singing his praise in the form of moans falling from your lips. 

When your walls began fluttering around him, Spencer realized how close he had come to his own downfall. Neither of you wanted it to be over. Both of you craved to prolong this feeling of being one. 

“You feel so good,” he praised you as his motions became more erratic. 

You stared up at the man on top of you, heat rushing through your body at the sight. Shimmering skin and unruly curls, crimson red cheeks and lips hanging open, lust filled eyes and scrunched up brows. Never in your life had you seen anything more beautiful. 

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer right when his hand moved to where your bodies were joined to press his thumb against your most sensitive spot. The way he caressed you sent shockwaves through your body, feeding the tension that begged to be released. 

When ecstasy finally overcame you, Spencer followed you into the sensation of pure bliss. Every pulsing of your walls was answered with him twitching inside you before he collapsed into your arms. 

Your fingers began playing with his curls as he evened out his breathing against your neck. It was then that you realized that even when you pretended to be a couple earlier, there was no reason to fake anything. It had been real from the start. 

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