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yall think my friends and acquaintances fw me constantly spamming my close friends story with my nerdy ass interests…?

not even close with two people on the story 🤞 so glad they can still look me in the eye in the hallways
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Millers Wood Carving
Pairing: Oldman!joel x Fem!reader
Summary: you want to surprise your dad with something new on his birthday and you decide it‘s going to be something carved out of wood. Luckily the owner of ‚Millers Wood Carving‘ shop is there to help.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, inexperienced!reader, very nervous!reader, socially awkward also, just the tip🫣, pinv, unprotected sex, age gap! (Reader is in her 20s, joel in his 60s) finger sucking, size kink, dom/sub undertones, Pet names (including little one!) slight mean!joel, he mocks reader once, praise kink, slight degradation, no outbreak
A/N: So OBVIOUSLY i have no idea about wood carving yall and everything I wrote here is info I gathered off websites so just don’t focus on that😭😭 I randomly got this idea and it stuck for days, I needed to write this.

It was a rather uninteresting present, to buy something carved out of wood for your father’s birthday. It all had been done, countless times. Flannels, shirts, a tie with a suit…a tie without a suit, perfumes, a new grill, new glasses and many many things more. It was all just repeating at this point. But for his 56th birthday in three months you wanted something new. Something that wasn’t the usual way of surprising him.
Carved wood.
You rolled your eyes as you stood in front of the ‚miller‘s wood carving‘ shop. Admittedly, you didn’t really like this idea. You didn‘t even know if your father would enjoy such a gift. It was a structure carved out of wood, something you can decorate with and that was it, nothing useful in any way. Wouldn’t it just sit on his shelf, gathering dust?
A sigh left your lips, as you looked into the display window, many animals, some objects like cars and planes carved out of wood. And through the window you saw shelves with intricate carvings—sturdy bowls, towering figurines lined. You had also absolutely no idea what kind of wood carving he would want. Little figurines, animals or any objects wasn’t in his interest, you knew that. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe a suit would be a better—
“Can I help you, miss?“ your head turned around and you locked eyes with an old man. Old man—he stood tall, had board shoulders and his presence is very commanding. The curly silver hair was slicked back, the glasses he had sitting on top of his nose were slightly dirty. His mustache and beard, patchy with whites. Even if you knew that this man was older, he was still utterly captivating.
So much that you held still, getting nervous under the gaze of the stranger standing there.
„Y’looking for wood carving?“ his eyebrows going up, revealing his beautiful brown orbs.
„Yea. Yea, I think so. A present for my dad.“
“Ah, present for your dad you say. Well, you are just on the right spot, come with me.” He took the key out of his pocket and went to open the door. So he was the owner.
Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all, if a man like him was going to help you.
You walked through the shop with your mouth open. It was beautiful. Joel's shop was small but very cosy. Inside, there were even more of his carvings and lots of wooden blocks in every corner. It even smelled of it; as you walked through, it reminded you of a forest. He had occasionally very few customers, but that didn't bother him. He was pursuing a hobby and could do what he loved. More did he love the look on your face as you admired his shop, seemingly taken back and completely mesmerised of the tons of shelves he had with wood carvings.
Admittedly he was also a bit taken back when a young woman like you stood in front of his shop. It was usually the older people who bought his work and who he had more experience in. As he showed you his little work corner with a table, sat down and asked you also to sit down, he didn’t know how to quite act.
“I’m joel, by the way. S’nice meeting you. Would you like a tea?” His voice was sweet, warm, like honey over gravel. You politely denied him and told him your name, getting a little smile from him.
Despite the pleasant atmosphere in his shop, you felt a little tense. You hadn't expected him to be so intriguing; it all caught you off guard. The way he just sat there and tried to organise his things, eyebrows furrowed, legs spread. He wasn’t doing anything but he looked good. Too good for an old man. And you knew he was old, if the wrinkles in his face didn’t tell you, it was his style, if that didn’t tell you then it was the white hair. Yet you couldn’t help but stare, something about him was so gripping.
You didn‘t know what was going on with you.
While it was going to be the most innocent thing you had to do, buy a birthday present for your father, unknowingly and slowly your mind slipped past that and turned it into something naughty. While this seemingly very nice old man just wanted to help you out, you couldn‘t help yourself and started to daydream scenarios about him. And suddenly your body started to react to that too, warmth spreading all over your crotch and your thighs squeezing almost automatically.
“Y’know what you want?” You straightened slightly, focusing in on making your expression into that of someone who wasn’t just checking him out. But he caught you, with the small flicker of his eye, the subtle tension, the way you focused on him.
“Uhm, not really. I—I didn’t really think about that. I just know he doesn’t like animals, objects and uh, other small things.”
Oh great, one thing he loved about customers is that they didn‘t know what they wanted but still came to his shop. Usually he would sigh, shake his head and tell them to come when they know what they want. With that pretty face of yours tho, he couldn‘t bring it over his heart.
„What about a family tree thing? With your families names written on it. S‘just a block of wood, like this one—“ he pointed at the block besides you. „Just carved as a small tree with your names on the middle.“
You liked this idea. It was something your father might like, and even your mother. Something that could be placed over the fireplace, and would be considered decoration. It would gather dust, yes, but it would have a meaning. Joel watched you process this idea; he couldn't help but chuckle low. The way you bit those plump lips with your teeth, going left and right with your pretty eyes.
„S‘a good Idea, huh?“ his left eyebrow arched.
„Yea, yea. It‘s a very good idea.“ you nodded your head eagerly. He was intimidating, the way he looked at you. A smirk on his lips making you blush a little bit on the cheeks.
„Good. Then let‘s to a little consultation and then you can pick it up in like two weeks.“
„Consultation?“
Oh you were so clueless. And it wasn‘t annoying him once again. If you were any other person you would have been out the door immediately. He doesn‘t have the time and nerve to explain to them every single thing. But with you it was different. He could talk for hours, if that means that he has a pretty girl like you sitting there and listen to him.
One part of him felt bad, being attracted to you. You looked like in your early 20s, wasn‘t that okey for him to think about you that way. If he didn’t saw the way you looked at him, he would leave you alone, treat you like a every other customer. But the way you were sitting there concentrating on what to say while he could most certainly see the way your mind slipped away and thought about other things. The little glimpses on his arms and crotch, the lip biting. Desperate and sweet.
That‘s how he liked them.
„Yea, the one where you tell me what kind of wood I have to use, what the names of your family members are.“
Those pretty eyes turned confused once more, his amusement growing every second as you nervously tapped with your leg and cheeks flushing to a deeper red tone. He tried not the break eye contact, he wanted to see you.
You were embarrassed. Embarrassed because you absolutely didn‘t know anything about all of this and you felt like he was making fun of you in his mind or teasing you. The way his smirk not once let up, his intimidating gaze never leaving you.
„Didn‘t do your homework, huh?“ he chuckled.
„No, no. I‘m sorry. Have absolutely no idea what your talking about.“
„S‘okey. Here, this is basswood.“ he took a piece of wood and showed it to you. „S‘a little bit lighter than the other ones. I also have cherry. It‘s darker and can get very pretty brown in the end like this.“
He saw the way your eyes widened as he showed you something carved out of cherry wood. It was absolutely pretty, glossy and looking smooth. The color was beautiful just the way he said it.
„So I suppose, cherry will it be, huh?“ he asked just more amused, finding your reaction cute.
„Yes, cherry. Please.“ and so polite you were, he couldn‘t possibly let you go like this could he?
Normally this was it, after you tell him the names and the wood you want he‘ll had to let you go and make an appointment for next week, where you look at the process and tell him if he needs to do any changes.
But he couldn‘t let you out of his store, not yet. He was selfish, wanting to keep you for himself. It was weird developing a quite possessiveness over you, to a stranger he just met 20 minutes ago. He was out of his mind.
„Okey, then i‘ll make a quick sketch and you‘ll wait here to tell me if it looks like your imagination.“ A lie.
Joel was already more than experienced that he didn‘t even need to sketch anymore. You just nodded your head, no clue about everything and thinking that it just how he works. It wasn‘t a problem for you to stay longer in his shop either. You liked watching him. His lips puckering, whenever he blowed the dust away that was sitting on his table, His big rough hands that looked like he worked them out, no signs of softness. And his pretty curls always moving whenever he moved too.
Your eyes kept moving to his crotch, unbeknownst to yourself even. It wasn‘t something you were used to, you didn‘t know yourself to be this dirty.
The way he patiently explained everything to you made you less embarrassed but intrigued. While you could not get many words out and were nervous under his gaze, you wanted know things about him, so he could talk to you with that raspy and warm voice he had.
„How long have you been doing this?“ Bingo. That‘s what he wanted.
Joels left eyebrow arched as he stopped with whatever he was doing and looked over to you. Legs crossed, hands on your lap, cheeks flushed.
„S‘been like 5 years. Have always done this as a hobby, now I can do it as a business.“
„Wow, that‘s really great. These things are really beautiful, I wish I could also do something like this.“ you wished more that he didn‘t notice the way you had absolutely no idea what the say and how to speak. Asking him was a bold move, you could‘ve just waited until he said something. Oh, but joel noticed. That little stutter and uncertainty in your voice. He was holding himself back from not to chuckle, not to coo at your words. So fucking sweet were you.
„Why, bet you can do also all sorts of stuff.“ he answered, turning his head to the sketch again, awaiting your response, hearing a sigh coming from your lips.
„No, not things like that unfortunately. I don‘t really have anything that I can dedicate myself to.“ it was a tad bit embarrassing to say, basically admitting that you can‘t do anything creatively, or sports wise, or anything else wise when you‘re honest.
„Nonsense. Took me 50 years to realise I can do this. You‘ll find something, I promise, sweetheart.“ he said softly. The pet name he gave you turned your insides to mush, you didn’t except that in any way, it made you almost dizzy, your heartbeat just continued being fast, the tension in the room almost suffocating you.
„50? How old are you?“ bold. So fucking bold.
Joel didn‘t mind that it was bold, in fact, he thought it was cute how slowly and surely you grew to be comfortable in asking him questions. That‘s what he wanted, an conversation with you.
„62. Pretty old to be in business still, huh?“ he joked.
Your eyes widened, you would‘ve never excepted him to be this old. And you didn‘t mean to show it to him, your surprised face and then the slow realisation that you are thirsting over someone who is older than your dad hit you.
With the quick look of his eye, he chuckled, seeing you with wide open eyes.
„No—no. S‘not that old.“
„Not that old, huh? S‘the first time i‘m hearing that.“ Your cheeks flamed up again, a sudden urge to just stand up and walk away came over you. You looked down on the ground, not even wanting to see that smug smirk on his face that you were sure he put on.
You excepted him to say something do something but— a loud sound.
His phone was ringing and he abruptly put down his pen and answered the phone. With the silence of the shop you heard a female voice just faintly talking to him. Was that his wife?
His call ended with him saying ‚love you‘.
„Your wife?“ What the hell are you thinking?
„Daughter. Not having a woman by my side.“ he nodded. Like he was giving you permission. Permission to let those dirty thoughts about him continue, like he was telling you that you can check him out.
And he knew what kind of rollercoaster you were going trough. He knew how he was embarrassing you, but for him it was the cutest fucking thing to see. The prettiest pink on these cheeks, soft skin fingers playing with the hem of your sweet small dress. Heck, he wanted that you get more bolder and start asking even more questions.
„You got someone?“
„Huh?“
„A boyfriend?“ And maybe he wanted permission too.
„Oh, no. No.“ he didn‘t pick up the pen to continue instead sat there watched you. With a slight nod of his head, he run his hand trough his hair.
„Pretty girl like you really don‘t have any boyfriend?“
You didn‘t say anything, nervously swallowed. He just looked at you, observed you, his eyes going up and down your body. You should just look away, even walk away. But you couldn‘t. Everything in the background blurred together as you silently held eye contact with him.
There was this little moment where your lips opened like you wanted to say something but couldn‘t, making his body slightly shift like he was waiting for an answer. And as the small voice in him started to tell him that the question was too much, made you uncomfortable, but your eyes slowly moved from his head to his crotch. And as that wasn‘t surprising enough you took it one step further.
„Old man like you riling up for a young girl like me?“
This time it was his turn to feel embarrassed and be silent. This time it was his turn to feel like he said too much and nothing at once, awkward. His pretty brown eyes widened, but not for too long and he started to smirk again, that smirk turning into a chuckle as he gently put down his glasses, head shaking.
„Apparently you do got a mouth on you, huh?“ he suddenly got up, the heat between your legs now getting unbearable because he knew what was going on and rather than throwing you out of his shop, he played along.
He walked to the door, taking his keys and locking the door. For a second you really thought he was going to throw you out of his shop, but he didn‘t. The wooden floor under his footsteps made cracking sounds as he slowly came to you. One by one, while intensely looking at you. And by standing right in front of you, his bulge right in front of your face, looking up his frame was more massive than you originally thought.
Your tights squeezed together, looking up to him, waiting for him to do something. With those pretty doe eyes he was hardly containing himself. He knew he had to go slow, tease you, if you wanted something from him he had to make you get it.
Breath hitching as his big hand neared your face, landing on your chin, pinching it with his thumb and pointer finger. Obedient.
He parted your lips. Slowly eased two fingers into your warm mouth. Your head was spinning, not breaking eye contact as you slowly closed your lips around him, his jaw was clenched as he watched you intensely. The salty taste of his fingers filling your mouth, he was deep, pulled them out and filled you back in. A whine left your throat making him smile.
You were a good girl. Polite girl.
He pulled his fingers out, making you almost beg to put them in again. The throbbing, pulsing and soaking between your legs were driving you to be bold, grabbing his hand and trying to put his fingers back in again but he pulled away. Hearing him laugh low as he sat down on his chair again. But this time leg spread even wider, his body turned to you and he just looked at you.
While your heart pounded the nervousness left you, making you feel needy. And the way everything turned into this scenario didn‘t made any sense and how it escalated made your blood pump higher. You still devoted yourself to it, you wanted him. There was something aching for him, something deep down, wanting to be filled. You wanted him to take care of you.
His eyes went down his lap, bulge, signalising you something. The new found boldness surprised you once more as you sneakily got on your knees, slowly crawling to him. You sat there between his legs, his face was pleased, you looked up to him, expecting something, but he didn‘t speak.
Joel was enjoying the show. S‘been way too many years since a pretty girl like you did what he told her to do. Way too many years for him to take it slow, enjoy it, tease you even tho he saw the unbearable need behind your eyes. But he couldn‘t bring it over his heart to make you, nervous little thing, take him into your mouth.
Looking up to him with those unsure eyes, trying to act bold—you couldn‘t fool him. Even tho his cock was throbbing inside his jeans, aching for your mouth.
You were unexperienced and he knew that, got them all in their knees, taking his cock whenever he opened his legs in the past. But now he had to be careful, you didn‘t understand what he wanted.
And as he felt your mouth around his fingers he was most certain that you couldn‘t take his cock into your mouth, he was big and you unexperienced.
But he couldn‘t let you down like this could he? Inexperienced or not, he saw the way you bit your lips looking at his bulge. Those desperate eyes. Oh how much he would love for you to take his cock into your mouth.
Instead of unbuckling his belt, he thrusted his fingers into your mouth again. Taking you by surprise but you couldn‘t help but moan around it.
„S‘the only thing you get, ain‘t ready for cock yet.“
Your eyebrows furrowed as you swiftly pulled your mouth away from his fingers, looking up to him with confusion.
„M‘not a virgin, I swear. Been fucked once.“
And he fucking laughs. The abrupt laughter fills the silence ridden room, his voice all raspy, like he had one too many cigarettes, throwing his head back and slapping his knee.
„Once.“ he mocked you, once again the embarrassment washing over you. But you also couldn‘t help with feeling more aroused, his amusement on you being inexperienced.
„S‘a mans cock baby. A bit harder to take down your pretty little throat and to stuff your cunt with. Ain‘t having the time to teach you that shit.“
With that he stuffed your mouth once more with his thick fingers, pumping them in and out making your eyes roll back. He was being mean and in that moment but you didn‘t give a single fuck. You just felt the pleasure between your legs and his fingers in on top of your tongue.
You just took everything he gave you.
While on your knees the ache between your legs was too much to handle, you started to buck your hips up and down, the material of your panties making you release some friction, but it wasn‘t enough.
You were sucking and suckling around his fingers like there was no tomorrow and desperately humping down on the ground. The humiliation was forgotten, you wanted to be fucked. You looked so utterly fucked. Eyes squeezed shut as you enjoyed suckling on his fingers, tits moving up and down, little whines and moans leaving your mouth.
Joel was about to cum in his pants.
„Fuck, there you go.“ he smiled, his other hand coming to your chin collecting the drool that left your mouth and smearing it on your dress, giving your right tit a tight squeeze, making you whine his name incomprehensible between his fingers.
At this point your cunt was soaking, dripping down your thighs. And the agonising five minutes of sucking his fingers and humping basically nothing you came back to your senses now pulling away and begging him.
„Please—please, just. Just do something—please.“ your babbling made him coo, his dry hand coming on top of your head and stroking your hair.
„What am I supposed to do, hm? If you were fucked more than once baby, i would‘ve spread you there, cunt out and fucked you throughly. Don‘t wanna break you in half.“
„No, no— no. Please. Joel, please.“ you shook your head, giving him the best puppy eyes possible, trying to be as obedient as possible.
Been so long, since he had a needy little thing begging for him to fuck her. And even if he wanted to so badly, he knew you couldn‘t take it and his heart couldn‘t take you hurting.
He suddenly stood up, with a grunt grabbed you by the arms and carried you somewhere. You yelped, excepting everything but not this.
You saw a little couch, it was hidden back in his shop, besides some shelves and of course—wood.
His grip on your arm was hard and his breath coming irregular as he finally sat you down on it. He pushed you down the couch, putting a soft cushion behind your head so it was prompt up.
You didn‘t know what he was up to, you just wanted him to fuck you and the position he put you in definitely looked like he wanted to fuck you.
And as he spread your legs gently, pulled down your wet panties, it was more then evident that he was going to fuck you. A rush of adrenaline went trough you again; clenching around nothing, awaiting him to do something.
„prettiest fuckin‘ pussy i‘ve ever seen.“ he murmured, softly spreading your lips revealing your sweet little clit, aching to be touched, pulsing by itself. The cool air hit your cunt, your breathing coming in short. His thumb gently touched your nub, taking his time, rubbing you slowly. Releasing a whine, you laid your head back looking at the ceiling. Joel was concentrating on the way your cunt was reacting to his touch. Sweet hole releasing gush after gush, while your clit throbbed under his thumb. This is what he wanted, seeing you break under his touch, ask for more, be a good girl.
„Please.“ you softly whispered to him, his eyebrows furrowing, he looked at you. Shaking his head.
„Just the tip. Givin‘ you just the tip.“
And you didn‘t had the energy to argue against that, you wanted him as a whole, wanted to feel him. But in this moment again, you took everything he gave you.
Finally you heard his belt unbuckling, jeans hitting the ground, revealing his thick and angry cock to you. A whine left your lips, desperately wanting to kiss him better. The throbbing tip, pre cum releasing slit and his shaky shaft.
He took his cock into his hands and slowly jerked himself up and down, squeezing the tip, taking bit of the leaked from his tip on his finger and rubbed it on your mouth, making you lick it clean. And finally he pushed into you. His head going into your cunt, pausing quickly without pushing the rest of his shaft. While you whined around, already starting to move your hips, he squeezed the flesh on your hip and made you stop.
„didn‘t tell you shit about fucking you either. This or nothing, stay still.“
While your cunt gushed around his head, clenching down and your hips not trying to move you were on the verge of tears because of the frustration.
„Oh poor sweet baby. Ain‘t nothing like old mans cock huh? Already got you on the verge of cummin‘.“ and he was right. His thumb returned with your nub, rubbing once and twice before the orgasm hit you. His tip leaving your cunt, as your legs shook, your mouth dropped open and finally the sweet release washed over you. He made sure to ride out of your orgasm by gently stroking your clit.
„That‘s it, that‘s it little one. Was a good one, yeah?“ He nodded, looking into your fucked out eyes as you came down and nodded your head also. The way you reacted to his touch, so easy, so sweet. Not needing any more work other than having his tip in your cunt and thumb pressed on your nub.
„Fuck me. Can handle it. I promise, promise.“ begging, begging and begging.
„I don‘t know, sweets. Looking like this cunts not gonna take more than the tip, what if we just stay with just the tip, huh? Cum for me one more time and I can release my cum in you, maybe that‘ll make you feel full, yea?“
You were whining. Shaking your head from left to right. Begging.
„No, no— no. Please, just fuck me. Just do it, please.“
And as fate wanted joel had enough and completely pushed himself into you. His grith filling you like you have never felt before, your cunt feeling full and finally relieved.
Joel didn‘t let up, didn‘t make you get used to that feeling, of splitting you in two. He started fucking you. In a gentle but hard rhythm. His hips not even once stopping as you laid under this old man, while he continually pumped his cock into you. Finding that sweet spot of yours and focusing in on hitting it every time.
All the while he held eye contact with you, but you couldn‘t concentrate. Eyes rolling back, squeezing shut and avoiding his gaze.
„C‘mon sweetheart, m‘giving you what you want. The least you can do is look me into my eyes.“
He rasped. His breathing was heavy on top of you, his curls bouncing around. You felt his cock in your cunt pulse.
„Knew you were a good girl, knew it baby. Taking it like a champ. Was wrong about you huh? Pretty—cunt wrapped around me so—fucking—well.“
„Mhm—t-told ya. Told ya.“ you whimpered out, already feeling yourself getting clo— and he pulled out.
You released a whine, your fist banging on his chest repeatedly as your cunt pulsed and pulsed around nothing. His head was bent, he was watching your cunt and suddenly he grabbed you once more on the arm and laid you beside, crawling behind you on the couch. His hand then moved to your thighs, opening it and putting it over his leg, so his cock has access to your cunt.
A wet kiss was left on your temple and you heard him loudly breathing in your ear.
„gonna fill you up, pretty girl, s‘that clear? Wanna see it dripping out of you when i‘m done with you.“ he softly whispered and you nodded your head desperately.
„Want me to rub your pretty little clit, or you wanna try cumming without?“ He asked you, cock slowly entering you, stuffing you full once more. His thrusts started slowly as he waited for a response, leaving sweet small kisses around your neck and temple.
„Rub, please.“
„Oh, sweet girl. Made you so desperate and teased you so bad, am I not a bad old man, huh?“ his voice was soft like he was lulling you to sleep. Just like his thrusts, met the right spots but slowly left your cunt and slowly went in again, while rubbing gently on your clit. The atmosphere changing, his sweet talk was getting in your head.
„cumming—please.“ you whispered.
„Yeah? Good, baby. C‘mon then, I got you.“ he gave your temple one last kiss, as his thrusts slowly started to become more sloppy and quick, deep groans leaving his mouth. His thumb sped up rubbing you just right as you bit down the pillow underneath you and came all over his dick.
„There we go, let it all out.“
He thrusted into you a few more times, making you ride out your orgasm. Your legs already giving up and closing as he hold your thigh up as best as he could, releasing all that he had into you. His thumb stilling on your clit, he thrusted one more time as he slowly filled you, feeling the regular spurts in you.
As you laid there both, exhausted, but peaceful, you came back to your senses and realised what happened. Something so innocent turned so dirty, so fast. And with someone who was older than your dad.
His soft cock slid right out of you. His cum and your release already mixing and dripping down your thigh. He gently scooped it up, holding it in front of your mouth one last time and you took it, gently cleaning him, earning a soft little peck on your forehead. He stood up, putting his jeans back on and put a blanket over you, stroking your hair.
„Gonna work on your gift now. Can tell me if it‘s looking good when ya wake up again.“
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warnings: Skype sex, mentions of a sex tape, mutual masterbation, use of sex toys, cum tasting, getting caught, swearing, name calling, pet names, long-distance relationship, ownership kink, dirty talk, praise
📖 Spoilers: All of my asks got deleted 😭💕, so I’m not sure who requested this, but thank you! The premise is that you have been secretly dating Rafe for 6 months, and you finally get caught.
Reader’s POV:
The first time, you told yourself it was a mistake. A one-time-thing. A moment of weakness between you and the man that everyone seemed to hate for one reason or another. After all, Rafe Cameron was trouble—a notorious fuckboy, arrogant, abrasive, and rude, just to name a few of his negative attributes that got shit-talked in the château anytime his name got brought up. But you couldn’t stay away…
There was just something about him—the quiet moments. The moments that he reserved for you and you alone. When he let his guard down. And now here you are, six months into a secret relationship with the man your brother and friends despised. Exchanging I love you’s with your best friend's brother, putting that friendship at risk, but it was worth it for him.
You sit in front of your laptop, crisscross on your bed, your phone in hand as you scroll social media, trying to distract yourself. Rafe was gonna call at 8 o’clock sharp— he was rarely late. His new lifestyle making him a little more punctual than usual.
You steal glances at yourself in the reflection of your laptop, unsure of how to feel as you see yourself. The two of you usually talk on FaceTime, leaving you feeling slightly distorted from the lens. But it would be worth it. You couldn’t wait to watch that little video you sent him earlier. The video you captured on your phone before he left for pilot training school— the video you took for moments just like this.
8:30… You look at the time in the corner of your laptop, feeling your heart flutter. You could hear the muffled sound of the movie playing from behind the door, thankful that they were still committed to relaxing instead of going out, just hoping one of them wouldn’t knock on the door for something from the room; your fingers crossed that Rafe would show up any second so you could at least have 30-minutes and the group wouldn’t question why your “online class” was going so long.
Ding. Your eyes brighten as you hear the unfamiliar notification, making butterflies swirl in your stomach as you see his beautiful face pop up on your screen. He’s breathless, the fringe of his toffee-colored hair falling messily across his sweat-glistened forehead. Rafe, most likely running from the flight line all the way to his apartment.
He huffs out a deep breath through a wide smile. His Navy flight suit hangs half-open, revealing his skin-tight shirt underneath— just a glimpse of his gold chain poking out the top. He lowers his head, catching his breath, giving you the perfect glimpse of his sharp jawline. His beautiful blue eyes rest on the screen as he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back in place.
“Hey, baby,” he pants as a smile tugs on the corners of his lips. “I kept you waitin’, princess. I’m sorry.” He softens his voice for you.
“It’s alright, handsome,” you say sweetly as you lean in a little closer— your heart already racing for the boy on the other side of the screen, somehow making you feel giddy on the other side of the country as always, without fail.
Rafe leans back on his couch, adjusting the camera slightly, lifting his phone with a smile. “Got that video you sent me, sweetheart.”
”You did,” you giggle as you bite your lip, watching his smile spread a little wider.
”Mhmm… At lunch. In front of everyone. And I had to act like I wasn’t lookin’ at the sexiest thing I had ever fuckin’ seen…” He drawls, his voice husky and warm. “Couldn’t concentrate on shit for the rest of the day.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” you breathe, and you do mean it, knowing the risks of his position.
“Don’t be… No way you’re apologizing for that, princess. You are the best distraction.” You feel your cheeks warm up at the compliment and the look in his eyes. Your mind races away to what the two of you would do if you were there right now. “You’re thinkin’ about it too, aren’t you?” Rafe smirks as he tilts forward, moving closer to the screen, resting his elbow on his thighs.
Rafe’s arm muscles flex unintentionally—his gold chain tumbling out of his shirt, dangling from his neck, bringing you back to all those moments you were underneath him, watching it swing in front of you with each thrust.
“I am… You wanna watch it with me?”
”Oh my god,” he laughs lustfully as he pulls the rest of the top of his flight suit off. “Yeah, baby… I wanna watch the video of me pounding into that sweet pussy of yours,” he chuckles sinfully. “Let me see your outfit first. Yeah?”
“Mhmm… Yeah. Only if you take off your shirt for me,” you counter, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle as his smile grows.
“Yes, ma'am,” he hums as he stands up from the couch, pulling his uniform the rest of the way down his thighs. He sits on the edge of the couch, ripping his shirt over his head, making you dizzy.
“Rafe…” You swoon as you crawl a little closer to the camera to get a better look; your satin cami draws away from your breasts, giving him a taste of your tits underneath. “You look so good, baby.” He lounges back on the couch in his white Calvin Klein boxers, his abs even more cut than the last time you saw him, his big, broad chest on full display.
“Take it off, princess,” he rasps with a subtle dominance.
You step off the bed, letting him see the satin cami and shorts he had sent you a few days back. You turn to the side slightly as he drinks you in, the high-cut sides showing off your thighs and hips just right, the draping on the sides of the top showing off the curves of your tits. “Fuck, you look good,” he praises, and you smile. You lift your fingers as he watches you carefully, brushing off one strap, then the other, letting the top fall around your hips before pulling it all the way off, leaving you in his favorite lace panties.
Rafe’s eyes roll back at the sight of you, a hungry moan falling from his perfect lips. You watch his hands squeeze his muscular thighs, fighting back the urge to palm his thick bulge, but the desire is too strong. You loop your fingers around your panties, and it’s all over. Rafe’s lip tucks between his teeth as he rests his hand against his cock, already rock-hard, rubbing himself over the thin white cotton.
“You ready, Daddy?” You ask, using that pet name that drives him insane as you walk toward the camera.
“Love when you call me that. Fuck, you’re drivin’ me crazy,” he sighs. You grab your phone, looking at the thumbnail of the video you captured. Lifting your finger, you push it as Rafe does the same.
You can hear the two of you on Rafe’s end, frowning at your phone when nothing comes out. You turn your phone to the side, checking if it is silenced, pressing the volume button rapidly, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“You havin’ trouble, baby?” Rafe asks, tilting his head in concern.
“Yeah… I’m sorry,” you mutter frustratedly.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” You hear your brother’s voice bellow from outside the door, feet pounding down the hall the next moment. JJ’s fists bang against the entry, bolts rattling with the impact, sending a surge of panic through you.
Your eyes widen in horror as you check the settings on your phone, the Bluetooth icon illuminated and connected to the living room speakers. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Rafe, everyone heard,” you whisper, seeing the panic in his eyes too.
You turn the laptop towards the wall as JJ continues to fight against the wooden door, threatening to break it down. You scramble around your room, finding a random hoodie before opening the door.
“JJ, it’s fine! I-” You pant as he barges in, his face beet-red with anger.
“Who the fuck are you talkin to, huh? ‘Cause I know it ain’t Rafe Cameron,” he spits as he scans the room. His frantic eyes look down at your phone, catching a quick glance at the paused video. His eyes slam shut in disgust before his expression twists in disbelief. “That video,” he points at your phone. “Everyone fuckin’ heard it… E v e r y o n e.”
Your body trembles with adrenaline as you look back into his wild blue eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you stammer as the blood drains from your face. Your embarrassment peaks as you look over JJ’s shoulder, seeing your friends gathered in the hall.
There’s a slight rustle from your computer—the most minor sound—but JJ immediately catches it. His eyes narrow on your laptop, and he walks toward it slowly. Turning around, he sees your boyfriend in a Navy hoodie and white boxers, confirming all his fears.
”You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” JJ snarls. “You’re fuckin’ with him? HIM? Are you serious right now?”
“JJ,” Rafe calls him firmly from the other end of the computer. “You gotta back off, man.”
JJ sucks his teeth and smiles maniacally at you before turning it around. “Stay away from her, Rafe,” JJ snaps, his voice deep and dangerous.
“She’s my girlfriend, Maybank. I’m not gonna do that,” Rafe keeps calm for the moment.
“Your girlfriend? My sister is your girlfriend? What the fuck is happening right now?”
“Calm down,” Rafe warns but it does nothing but piss him off more.
“You’re tellin’ me to calm down? Do you know who you are? You’re a piece of shit, man. She’s not just some Pogue girl you can collect, alright?”
“I’m not like that with her,” Rafe shoots back. “I’m good to her. I love her.”
JJ scoffs and laughs as he leans into the camera. “Like hell you do. You treat everyone like shit—”
“Not her,” Rafe stops him before he can finish. “She’s different. And I’ve been different because of her. This ain’t the same shit, man. We’ve been together for months, and she didn’t want to say anything because she knew this shit would happen and so did I.”
JJ hesitates, his jaw coiling, the weight of Rafe’s words hanging heavy in the air. JJ looks back at you, a silent conversation shared as you affirm Rafe’s words with a glance.
“I need to know you’re alright…”
“I love him, Jayj,” you reply, loud enough for Rafe to hear, too. “He’s really good to me-” JJ turns toward Rafe, not wanting to hear more than he has to.
“If you hurt her, Rafe, you’re done. Got it?” He snaps. “I don’t give a fuck where you are or how far away it is, I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” Rafe assures. As soon as the last word leaves his lips, JJ storms out.
You run toward the door, taking a deep breath as you relax your back into it, feeling more relieved in this moment than you had in months, even after everything that’d just happened. 
You smile weakly, looking toward the camera as you walk toward Rafe.
“Well, that could have gone worse,” you respire.
He hangs his head, nodding in agreement. “Considering it’s him and I, I’ll take it as a win, princess. No more sneakin’ around.”
“No more sneaking around… Finally,” you throw your voice, inviting Rafe back to the previous conversation with a look.
“Shit, you’re still up for it, baby?” He laughs as he reaches for the bottom of his sweatshirt, pulling it off, revving you up even more.
“I am,” you breathe, feeling the weight lifted off your shoulders.
“So you’re tellin’ me I get all night with you, princess? Now that everyone knows you’re mine, I get you whenever I’d like. Yeah?”
“Anytime you'd like,” you whisper as you tug your sweatshirt over your head.
“It’s about time…” He licks his lips as he looks back at you.
“I want you so bad, Rafe,” you sigh. He pitches his hips, pulling his boxers down as he looks at you, his hard dick slapping against his tanned skin.
Rafe lets out a throaty moan as he wraps his fingers around his cock, hissing at the sudden contact, tugging a few times before circling his thumb on his tip, spreading around his precum as you’d do with your tongue.
“Just wanna look at you, sweetheart. We don’t need that video. Aight? Not yet. I can't take my eyes off you. I want you to focus on me… Can you do that, princess?”
You climb on the bed, moving closer to the screen. “I can do that for you, Daddy.”
“Mpfhh…” He grunts as he fists his cock a little quicker, dreaming about all the things he’d do to you. “If I were there, I’d be buried in your pussy—start slow, get you off a few times with my mouth, pushing my tongue deep before stuffing you full of my cock, princess.”
“I don’t get to suck you off?” You ask breathily as you arch your back for him, showing off your ass.
“You want that, baby?” He asks through a smile.
“I need that, Rafe,” you flirt as you shift slightly, reaching under your pillow to grab your pink, sparkly toy.
“Fuck yeah. I want it all. I want you here,” he chuckles. “Baby… Shittt,” he buzzes as he realizes what you have in your hand, yet another gift from him.
You tap the tip against your pillowy lips before laying out your tongue, doing the same as his breathing quickens, his opposite hand gripping his thigh tight.
“Jesus fuck… Put it in your mouth, baby. All the way in. Suck on it for me,” he rasps.
“Anything for you…”
“Atta girl…”
His muscles stutter, that little video you sent him earlier edging his mind all day with thoughts of fucking you senseless. “Look what you do to me… Been thinkin’ about you all goddamn day. M’gonna bust before I even get to watch you put it in…” Rafe affirms your thoughts, and you giggle deviously. “You little brat… This is what you wanted didn't you.”
You poke your tongue in your cheek nodding in reply.
Rafe looks at you half-lidded; his bottom lip swollen and red from biting down so hard. He breathes heavily, his muscular arm flexing— bicep strained as he pumps his thick cock.
“Jealous as fuck, princess... Fuck, that should be me,” he rasps as he stretches his arm back on the back of the couch, relaxing a little more. “Love watching those pretty lips wrapped around a cock, regardless,”
Rafe smirks as you suck off the dildo, pulling it out of your mouth, a string of saliva lined from the tip to your soft lips. “So fuckin’ filthy for me, pretty.”
“How do you want me?” You smile as you rise up on your knees, resting it straight up and down on the bed.
“Just like that, baby…”
"Now what?" You ask coyly as you hover above it, teasing your drooling hole with the tip.
“Take it all, princess… I know you can,” he smirks. Your lips part as you widen your thighs, dropping down on the big silicone cock inch by in. You gasp and moan— fully sat with your head tossed back, using your free hand to grope your tits.
The moans that pours through your speakers from Rafe sends chills down your spine. Rafe watches as you slowly lift yourself off, dragging the dildo out before your greedy cunt swallows it up again.
You start to bounce on the mattress, placing the other hand over your mouth to dampen your whines and pleas as Rafe keeps your pace with his strokes. “Wanna fuck you, baby,” he groans, his voice hoarse and raspy, getting off at the sight of you and the sounds of your warm, wet pussy; your muffled whimpers and cries slipping past your hand from time to time is almost too much for him to take.
“Show me your pussy,” he breathes.
You pull out of the toy, whimpering at the loss of it, rolling to your back, giving Rafe the perfect shot of the wet mess between your thighs. You plunge the cock in your glossy hole, propping yourself up slightly to see him, not wanting to miss a thing.
The dildo reaches that special spot, making the knot tighten in your stomach, toes curling as you get closer and closer.
Your eyes fall down his perfect body, landing on his heavy cock, his reddened tip shiny with precum, swollen and throbbing. “Need you to cum for me… Cum with me, baby,” he pants.
"Gonna cum, baby…" You mewl, face scrunched slightly to keep your eyes from shutting or rolling back. Your thighs shake uncontrollably as you dissolve in pleasure, pussy gushing around the dildo as you continue to work it in and out. Rafe pulls off his big cock, losing all control—white ropes of cum painting his abs and thick, pulsing length.
Rafe watches you draw the toy out of your fluttering hole as he pulls off his dick, milking the last bits of pleasure from his body as he watches you close.
You sigh deeply, satisfied, as you crawl toward the camera. Rafe throws his head back, smiling all too wide, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “What am I gonna tell you to do, princess?” He mumbles, still riding his high, not quite ready to come down just yet.
You giggle, cheeks warming up as you show him the toy glistening with your climax. “Suck that shit, pretty,” he smiles. You wrap your lips around it, taking as much as you can get, sucking it off to the tip before smiling dreamily at him. “That’s my girl.”
“That was good,” you sigh as you wrap yourself up in a fuzzy blanket. Rafe cleans himself off, throwing his boxers back on for the moment.
“Better than me?” He quips with his eyebrow cocked.
“Not a fuckin’ chance, baby.”
“We’re watchin’ that video, sweetheart. Don’t get too comfortable,” he hums.
“I can’t wait.”
Rafe looks at you lovingly— the two of you sharing a moment of silence, just happy to be together. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how much I hate bein’ away from you. And I can’t imagine spending Christmas apart…” Rafe’s words get lost on his lips as he takes out his phone and types up a message, your phone dinging a moment later.
Happy tears gather as you look down at the gift from Rafe, a flight confirmation from Charleston, straight to him. “I wanna spend Christmas with you, princess. Just you and me. What do you say?”
You look up at the handsome man on the other side of the screen, letting your happy tears slip down your cheeks.
“I’d love to.”
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omg can we get a nasty urahara smut?? you can freestyle it but id love if urahara is playing/teasing the reader with touches, glances, flirtatious comments until the reader finally gives in, to a really nasty time :)) thank you!!
All Mine ೃ⁀➷ Kisuke Urahara X reader
╰┈➤ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut/lemon, pussy eating, fingering, tongue fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex if you squint your eyes, sex while on the phone, dominant kisuke, sub reader, jealous kisuke, female reader
・❥・ a/n : I’m so happy to see Kisuke finally in my inbox😭thank you for the request! (I just finished writing this at 1 am lol)
You’ve always been attracted by the owner of Urahara Shop. It’s really the only reason why you kept on passing by the shop. Seeing his slightly revealed chest out in the open always caused something to fire up something inside of you.
Of course you didn’t see him for just his looks, he was funny, thoughtful, mysterious in a way. And you could tell that he is a man with great intellect but decides to be nonchalant about it. He was definitely your type.
You had the same effect on him, he looked forward to you visiting his shop. He’d always sneak a look at your ass if you were to pass by him. And once you left the shop, he’d quickly excuse himself and lock himself up in his room.
He’d fist his cock in his hand right on the edge of the bed, moaning out your name, imagining on how your hand would feel wrapped around his cock. He’d wonder during that moment on how deep you can take his cock in your mouth, on how your tongue would feel swirling around his tip.
He’d let his thoughts go wild, how would you moan out his name? What kind of look would you have while he was balls deep inside you? How would your ass and boobs bounce from his thrusts? He could only wonder.. for now.
Once he was finished, he’d clean himself up and head to bed, hoping that you’d come to the shop the next day.
And maybe this time, things could change.
You decided that you were going to Kisuke’s shop right before going to the beach with your friends, you wanted him to see you in your swimsuit because knowing him, he’d probably be anywhere but at the beach.
You stepped into Urahara’s shop, you weren’t going to buy anything obviously.. you only came to see the owner of it.
You noticed the tension between you two but you never enacted on anything, you thought that Kisuke Urahara was just a playboy.
You wore a bandeau swimsuit, you loved the swimsuit of course but you kept on having to pick up the top, you wouldn’t want to flash anyone.
“Urahara-San!” You yelled out his name, you saw his head poke out the corner, you saw him pause for a second before he came out.
“Ah! If it isn’t Y/N, I was wondering when I’d see your pretty face again.” He walked right behind you to get something.
But unknowingly to you, he was only doing that to check your ass out.
You were confused by this, so you turned your head and he quickly averted his gaze from your bottom and cleared his throat.
“So, going to the beach today I see?” He casually said, you hummed in response.
“Why else would I be dressed like this?
He chuckled before saying, “The beach hm?” He stepped closer to you, repeating your words, he let his chin rest on your shoulder, “And here I was thinking that you dressed up like that just for me.” He whispered the last part. He laughed and removed himself from your bare shoulder, he was now standing in front of you.
He flicked his fan open, covering the bottom of his face but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes, “I’m only kidding of course.” You rolled your eyes trying hard to ignore the heat on your cheeks.
“You’re too much Urahara-San.” You walked right past him, you didn’t want him to see how flustered he got you.
“Well, I came by to see if you wanted to join me and my friends on the beach.” You said as you went behind the counter, leaning over it. Letting him look at your breasts.
“Oh? And who are these friends of yours?” He replied, he leaned over the counter across from you.
You caught him glance down at your chest over and over again, then to your lips. Then finally to your eyes, “Just a few guys from my graduating class. They thought it’d be a fun idea to catch up at the beach.” For a second you saw Kisuke’s smile drop but he quickly smiled again, “Mm, a few guys huh?” He repeated your words, he leaned over the counter even more, his chest was just as exposed as yours.
“Tell me, do these old classmates know how to keep their eyes to themselves?” He took a strand of your hair, twirling it in his finger, “Or are they going to be as distracted as I am right now?”
His gaze lingered onto your chest before he met with your eyes, he smiled. “I’m just wondering if I have to show up, to let them know you’re not exactly..available.” you scoffed then.
“What are you getting at, Urahara-San?” You watched him come up behind the counter with you, to stand next to you.
“This tension between us..” he tilted his head, his voice was low and lazy, “It’s a bit exhausting, don’t you think?” You let your body, letting your elbows rest on the counter. Kisuke moved and he was now standing right in front of you, his tall frame towering over you.
You were at a loss for words, sure you were this confident and maybe even cocky girl, but that little act drops as soon as someone is putting their foot down.
“I- Uh.. Urahara-San.” You stuttered with your words, you put your hand on his bare chest, wanting to push him away but you didn’t.
“At a loss for words now aren’t we?” Kisuke leaned in closer, you felt his lips brush over your ears, “Why don’t you ditch your friends? I’ll show you that you and I could have a fun time.” He pulled his head back, looking dead into your eyes. He was serious, serious about you ditching your friends.
You cleared your throat, trying your best to sound calm, “What kind of fun stuff do you have planned?” You saw his lips slowly curve upwards into a sly smirk, he took off his hat and placed it down next to you on the counter, “You’ll see, why don’t you take your phone out real quick?” You were confused but you nodded, you took your phone out of your bag and before you could even unlock it, Kisuke lifted you up, sitting you down right on the counter.
“Before we.. go further. I just wanna check how the lady really feels about this.” He was making sure that you were into this and weren’t forcing yourself to do anything.
“Well I am curious on what kind of fun stuff you have planned.”
“Mm. I like the sound of that.” You watched as he leaned in closer than ever before, he was dangerously close to your face, noses touching.
“I’m not going to hold back, you know that, right?” He was giving you one last chance to get away, to stop all of this.
“Please, just kiss me already Urahara-San.” You pleaded.
Kisuke chuckled before saying, “Just call me Kisuke, no need for formalities, especially after this..”
Kisuke lifted his hand, palm sliding up to the cradle of your neck, he used his other hand to graze on your jawline. You watched as his eyes drifted from yours then to your lips.
Finally his warm and soft lips touched yours, but it lasted for only a few seconds. He was testing out the waters right before he could dive back in.
His lips smashed right onto yours, this kiss was much more passionate, deeper, and sure. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss even more, you could feel him place his hand on your hip, playing and pulling the string of your swimsuit bottom.
Then you could feel his teeth biting the bottom of your lip, pulling on it and letting it go.
His hand slipped from your hip to the inner of your thigh, he was massaging your thigh gently, it was enough to let out a small moan.
He took that chance and slid his tongue into your mouth, tongue exploring yours. You felt his fingers brush your pussy slightly, he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid that he was going too fast about this.
Thats when you spread your thighs wider, taking his hand and letting his fingers touch your clothed pussy. You could feel him smirking, he felt your pussy up through your swimsuit, lightly rubbing it. He pulled his head back, “I’m going all in, okay?” You smirked and your hand traveled down to the area between your thighs, pushing your swimsuit aside, showing him your wet pussy.
“Go ahead, Kisuke.” His smirk grew wider, he slowly took one of his fingers and let it slide into your squishy walls, shivers ran down your spine and your body jolted as you felt only one of his fingers inside you. He pumped his finger in your pussy, hearing carefully the squishy sounds, “You’re very wet, Y/N.” you let out soft moans with each pump he did, soon enough he slid his finger out of you, licking his finger clean, “I must say, you taste delicious.” He held up two fingers to you, “Now let’s see how much noise you can make with two.” He slid right back in perfectly, his fingers curled up inside of you, “Oh my.. fuck.” you let out a shaky moan, eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head.
As he was fingering you, you saw how there was a a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lowered down, spreading your thighs apart wider than ever before, licking his lips as he looked up to you, “I want more of you.”
You nodded, giving him permission for whatever he was about to do.
“Kisuke!” You let out a loud moan, his tongue vicariously lapping at your core.
“Haah..” His tongue teasing your throbbing clit, you arched your back, completely giving up, giving up on being quiet.
He slid his fingers out, replacing it with his wet tongue. His thumb reached up to your clit, circling and pinching. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his heed deeper into your inner thighs, “More.. more Kisuke.”
You were beginning to see stars now, your moans shorten, a sign that you were about to come soon. “Kisuke.. I’m.. fuck!”
“Come on baby, come on my face, let me have all of you, right now.”
You let out a shaky moan as you came right on his face, he made sure to get every last bit of you, licking his lips and using the back of his hand to wipe his chin.
You let your arms fall to the side, forgetting that your phone was still in your hand. “Hey hold on now,” His hand topped over yours, he made you hold your phone correctly.
“We still need to call your friends, it’s not nice to ditch them without saying anything!” You had no idea what he had planned but you nodded, he smirked and let you down from the counter. You turned your back from him, unlocking your phone and searching for your friend’s contact.
And just as you found it, you felt him press himself up against your body, you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your ass, it was impossible to miss it.
“May I?” he whispered into your ear, you laughed lightly, he was still asking for permission. You thought it was sweet though.
“I don’t see why not.” You bent over slightly, rubbing your ass on his crotch, he nervously laughed. You could hear the sounds of clothing being messed around with.
And just as you found the contact of one of your friends, you felt his hand pull down your swimsuit bottom, you snapped your neck at him. “I wouldn’t want to mess up this lovely swimsuit of yours. Thought I’d play it safe, y’know?” You could feel his tip touching the entrance of your pussy.
He politely pushed your head down to the counter as he slowly slid his hard and throbbing cock inside of your walls, you both let out a sharp moan.
His size stretched out your walls. As for him, you were incredibly tight.. he was going to loosen up your walls soon enough though.
His thrusts were slow at first, testing out the waters again but with your pussy instead. He placed both of his hands on yours hips, holding them tight and using it as support to hold your body close together with his as he was about to fuck you.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, your walls clamped down on his cock, his thrusts were steady, not too slow or too fast. He was being nice with you and you knew.
“Kisuke..come on. Fuck me like you mean it.” You groaned out, challenging him. You saw how a little drop of sweat rolled down from his forehead, the shop was filled with sounds of skin clapping against each other.
“Go on baby, call your friend,” Kisuke whispered, “Let them know just how much fun you’re having without them.” His thrusts became quicker and a bit more aggressive than before.
His cock was balls deep in your tight pussy, your ass jiggled with each thrust he did. “W-Wait are you-“
“Yes, I’m sure. Call them baby.” He closed his eyes as he threw his head back from the great pleasure.
You muttered ‘okay’ as you pressed call, Kisuke didn’t bother to stop, groans and grunts escaped from his lips, you covered your mouth with your hand as you heard it ring.
Finally, your friend picked up.
“Yo! Y/N! Where you at? I thought you were gonna come out today with us?” You cleared your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Kisuke was making this hard for you, his thrusts became much more passionate, and much rougher than ever before. Not to mention that your body was being moved uncontrollably. It was going to be hard to say anything while being fucked relentlessly.
You uncovered your mouth,“Hah.. about that.. oh fuck..! I don’t think I’d be able to.. make it..! I’m so sorry..”
You accidentally let out a loud and lustful moan, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling your moans.
“Oh.. no worries. I was kind of hoping I’d get to see you. You know, it’s been a while since we last spoke.”
Kisuke heard this and he uncovered your mouth, hips smashing against your ass, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You let out short and lustful moans, letting your friend hear what was happening on the other end.
“Kisuke!” You moaned out his name loudly as you felt yourself about to come on his cock soon, your walls clamped down onto him, Kisuke hissed.
With just a few more thrusts, you let your juices flow all over Kisuke’s cock as he was still fucking you, drool dripped down your chin.
“S-Sorry about that then.. I have to.. go.” You quickly hung up on your friend, you let your body relax and let Kisuke fuck your tired pussy now.
“I’m gonna cum.” Kisuke said, soon enough he let his seed fill up your pussy. He slowly slid himself out of you, your pussy spilled out a bit of his cum.
“You.. did that on purpose.” You panted out, you were talking about the phone call you had with your friend.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” Kisuke smirked, “Why don’t you spend the rest of your day here? Maybe even spend the night. Let me take care of you.”
“Yeah, you owe me. For coming inside of me.”
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🎃Kinktober Day 5- Exhibitionism🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+
!!UNEDITED/NOT PROOFREAD!!
warnings: Morgie and reader fight over hook (playful), classroom sex, grinding, creampie, the VKs are quite “normal” in this? lol, humiliation..?, caught..?, orgasms, creampie, etc!!
a/n: hello welcome to Kinktober day 5! I sincerely apologize for the wait 😭 I was focused on the fab 5 special and hit writers block then when I was writing them I didn’t like how they were going so i decided to completely rewrite them both. I’m still working on the fab 5 special so it may not be posted till tomorrow or the next! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 👻
All I can say about this one is poor Morgie… 😭
word count: 2.7k
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Quickly walking out of your dorm and down to the courtyard, you attempted to pull your skirt down that was riding up your thighs just a little too high, though it was just enough to cover the bottom of your ass. It wasn’t new for you to be wearing something as revealing as this, you were always confident in your appearance and style which is what your boyfriend, James, adored about you; having a girlfriend with just as much boldness as him in terms of fashion and personality had let his own confidence bubble over (becoming a bit too much for some people to handle, though he couldn’t care any less). But knowing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath made you feel a type of nervous excitement that swarmed within. The way a simple breeze could easily divulge your dirty little secret to the whole school. It made you more excited to know that letting James in on your naughty exploit would easily play with and falter his own composure which is exactly what you wanted.
You wanted to be the one in control for once.
You entered the courtyard and strode over to your friends who were all in your usual spot at a bench in the far left corner. You made a quick glance at the others and lightly laughed to yourself as you saw that Morgie was of course bothering your boyfriend, sat on his lap and face cupped in his hands trying to kiss his cheek while Hook was trying desperately to pry him off cursing at him as the others laughed; but your main focus was on James.
The moment you made eye contact with the pretty brunette pirate his face instantly lit up and with one forceful shove he managed to push Morgie off his lap causing the boy to collapse onto the ground with a grunt. He stood up and picked you up, spinning you around, thankfully having his arms wrapped around your ass to keep the skirt from flying up at the action. You giggled and hugged him back, “Hello, darling” he smiled and began feathering kisses all over your face as a nonverbal way of saying ‘thank you’ for saving him from the previous situation he was stuck in before placing you down on the ground. “Hi” you replied still giggling, “um, were you cheating on me just now with Morgie?” You jokingly asked while gesturing behind you with your finger, pointing to the boy who had just gotten up off the ground with a pout on his face, Maleficent and Hades still getting a kick out of it. James only rolled his eyes, unamused, “haha, very funny. You know I would never.” You laughed again, “I know I’m just teasing, love.” You said, scrunching your nose playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
He sat back down and pulled you on top of him by your waist and rested his hand on your thigh, the feeling of the fabric of his pants making contact with your bare core reminded you of your lack of underwear and your original plan you had for today which had brought back the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Gross.” Morgie rolled his eyes, still holding the grudge against Hook after he had thrown him to the ground. “Aww Morgs, are you mad because you can’t sit in his lap?” Mali cooed sarcastically, keeping the bit going. Morgie crossed his arms pouting more, “yes. I am, actually.” He began, “Because he is mine.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes with a glare, making it known that the statement was directed towards you. Hook groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against your shoulder and slowly shook his head being completely fed up with him. You tilted your head, “that’s a shame…” you exhaled in faux disappointment, “cause it’s really comfy.” You smiled taunting the boy more while snuggling your hips more into his lap, getting more comfortable and as if on cue, the two of you stuck your tongues out at each other at the same time. “Not fair. She always gets to.” Morgie mumbled while walking over to Mali who patted his head.
“Wait!” Uliana unexpectedly spoke up who was focused on watching Bridget the whole time, causing the group to jump at the abrupt sound of her voice. The action made your clit to rub against his thigh causing you to let out a small moaned gasp which James picked up on. He gave you a weird look, “are you okay?” He whispered, tuning out Uliana’s voice, you smiled at him, “yeah I just…” you trailed off, your nerves making you hesitant on whether it was a good idea anymore or not. “Just, what..?” He questioned, before you could say anything, the first bell suddenly rang. It was now or never. You quickly decided to take the opportunity and follow through with your plan. You leaned closer to his ear, lips brushing against it as you whispered, letting him in on your secret. His eyes growing wide for a second and you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you as you pulled away and smiled in satisfaction as you watched his face flush, taking a shaky breath. You silently got off him and began to walk away behind Mali and Hades, looking over your shoulder with a wink leaving him stunned for a moment, glancing down your figure. He swiftly got up and desperately tried to catch up with you.
Once you all got to class, Morgie practically ran up to the desk beside Hook’s that was at the very back, and sat down which is when James had finally caught up. He slowly sat down, carefully watching you and Morgie’s interaction as Morgie proudly smiled up at you, “ha, beat you! maybe next time princess.” You sighed, “that’s fine, I guess I’ll just have to sit here then…” you smirked and slyly sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck and pulled him closer all while keeping eye contact with the poor boy beside you. He groaned that you had “won” once again and blew a raspberry at you. “Morgie!” He rapidly turned his head to Uliana who gained his attention and continued talking among the others about whatever her plan was for Bridget, leaving you two to your own previous conversation.
You smiled and turned to James who was already looking at you. “What?” You smirked, he looked into your eyes, “were you being serious?” He asked surprised, you nodded, “I mean you could check if you don’t believe me.” you shrugged. He secretly and carefully brought his hand up your thigh under your skirt, you felt his finger gently brush against your slit before he quickly pulled away, his breath hitching after getting the confirmation. “Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, you felt a soft bulge grow in his pants. “Why would you do something like that? We’re in school.” You shrugged, “I guess I forgot…” you said innocently. He rolled his eyes, “yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t like it” you cooed, “I can quite literally feel you growing hard beneath me” you lightly rolled your hips on his growing erection. He instantly stilled your hips, grabbing them harshly. “Careful darling, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.” He growled lowly against your ear before kissing down your neck making you gasp. You tilted your head to give him more access, “that I’m pretty sure I’m winning” you teased and rolled your hips as much as you could with his strong hold on your hips. “Oh really?” He questioned before thrusting his hips up while harshly pulling you down, his bulge easily slipping through your folds from your slick making you let out a whimper then quickly covering your mouth with your hand.
This should be fun.
After class officially began, you two would take turns trying to get a sound out of each other by unexpectedly grinding or thrusting when the other wasn’t expecting it. You’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught wasn’t turning either of you on. But the feeling slowly became too much for you both, especially James who had grown tired of the restriction of his pants and fabric straining against his rock hard member. After he had perfectly ground your clit on the tip of his cock earning a surprised gasp by you, you had then thought of an idea. As you were sat with your back on his chest, legs crossed “listening” to the lecture while seamlessly twirling your pen in your hand, you purposely dropped it on the ground in front of you under the desk. You slightly lifted your hips and bent over seductively just enough so he could see your bare and glistening pussy lips rub along him with your movement. The sound of your pen dropping had only gotten Morgie’s attention from beside you and peered over, Hook quickly grabbed your hips and harshly (yet somehow discreetly) slammed your hips back down onto him to hide both his noticeably painful erection along with your throbbing cunt. Your mouth fell open at the way your folds were split open and thankfully, from the surprise and quite hard action, only a silent and inaudible scream came out. You quickly sat back up and turned to Morgie who gave you both a suspicious glance before turning back towards the front of the class.
You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and nudged Hook with your elbow. He didn’t react and instead held your hips up, just enough so your skirt would hide what he was doing, and quietly and quickly undid his pants, “what are you-“ you suddenly felt his cock spring up and hit your ass. You gasped and giving you no time to think, he pulled your hips down onto his leaking member. You held the side of his thigh for support, covering your mouth to keep the whiny moan from falling out at the feeling of his size entering your tight hole. You heard him sigh at the relief of feeling you around him as he bottomed out, his grip still strong on your hips. “we’re in class…” you mumbled just barely below a whisper so only he could hear you while he guided your hips to roll against him. “Exactly, so be a good girl and be quiet so we don’t get caught.” He whispered with a smirk.
You were frustrated that he managed to take control yet again and at the fact that you thought he would never do something like this. You thought teasing him today would be fun and the punishment would wait… but you were dead wrong. So now you were forced to be split on his cock in the middle of class, slowly and subtly moving your hips along his. The tip grazing perfectly along your g spot making you squeeze your thighs together and held onto his hook (that was hooked around your waist) as support. You bit down hard on your bottom lip almost enough to draw blood trying your hardest to keep your moans from escaping, but you were struggling. Quiet whines and whimpers started pouring out from your mouth and you tried to still your hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please” you whined, gripping the desk in front of you. You glanced at Morgie who seemed to be asleep, his figure quietly rising and falling against his desk. But your whine seemed to wake him up and he slowly lifted his head from his desk and you quickly crossed your legs trying to act casual. He tilted his head, “are you okay, y/n..?” He questioned. Thank god your skirt covered up his cock buried deep inside you. you smiled at him, “no, yeah I’m completely fine. James won’t stop tickling me.” You said while throwing his hands off your hips to play it off. Morgie only nodded sleepily and put his head back down.
James harshly gripped your hips and leaned closer to your ear, “keep moving or I’m not afraid to bend you over the desk and fuck you relentlessly in front of everyone.” He threatened, voice laced with lust. You nodded and continued moving your hips and his grip loosened. The continuous motion created a hot sensation to grow in your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his length and you heard his breath hitch, he began guiding you while your body started to shake, the feeling about to wash over you. He reached around and dipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing circles around your swollen clit. Your breathing began getting heavier and you covered your mouth again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You mouthed silently after a few more thrusts and came undone on top of him, your mouth dropping agape as your legs shook and body tensed while you coated his cock with your release. You melted into his chest as he continued the subtle movements. You felt him twitch and he bit down onto your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, letting out small enough whimpers that only you could hear and his breathing was growing heavy. The feeling of him twitching inside you made you squirm and you felt the hot strings of cum shoot deep inside of you cover your insides, filling you up.
You caught your breaths and realized what you both had just done. There was slight panic in your eyes, scared for him to pull out knowing that you had both made a mess (thankfully only on each other) and without saying anything, he spun you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist with him still buried deep inside as he carried you out of class, both thanking to whoever was above that the door was at the back of the class leaving you both unseen by any of your classmates.
Morgie jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked around to find that your chair had been empty. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he eyed the singular drop of a white substance on the ground.
Well that plan backfired completely…
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Lunch
Summary: Javi's rough start to the work week is turned around when he finds a surprise from his daughters in his lunch
Word Count: 3.1K (oops)
Paring: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)
Warnings: Literally nothing but sweet, sickening fluff, Javi being so in love with his family, Javi being the ultimate girl dad, a lot of glitter (?)
A/N: Our favorite family is back! I am a firm believer that Girl Dad!Javi keeps every single piece of artwork his daughters give to him and has a wall at his office dedicated to all of their drawings and crafts because he refuses to get rid of any of them 😭 I love them so much, they make me sick, your honor 🫡 unbeata bc that's just who I am, apologies in advance for the mistakes
Series Masterlist. Never Too Late Masterlist
4 hours into Monday and Javier Peña was already counting down the hours until Friday. It seemed like this week was going to have no problem giving Javi a swift kick in the ass back to reality after another blissful weekend with you and the girls, a grumpy frown falling upon his face, wishing he could rewind back just a few hours to when the biggest problems he was trying solved revolved around which book his daughters were picking out for bedtime, rather than strategy meetings on how to solve the better half of the southern drug trade still ranging in Mexico.
Rubbing his hands over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, Javi let out a sigh, grumbling low in his chest before running his hands through the dark curls of his hair, praying that the closed door of his office was enough to give his co-workers at the Laredo Sheriff's Department enough of a clue to let him at least try to enjoy his lunch in silence.
Shuffling and stacking a few stray papers left out on his desk, Javi cleared a space for the brown paper sack he mindlessly pulled out of his work bag, plopping it in front of him without a second look. He shuffled through the pocket he knew he had an extra fork in somewhere, considering he was at the point of eating his lunch with nothing but his hands before venturing out to the common kitchen where the rest of his co-workers were, ready to disrupt the sacred silence and peace that was his lunch time.
“Of course I forgot a fucking fork…” Javi grumbled to himself, abandoning his search in his bag after a few minutes, letting out another disappointed huff, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the speckled tiles of the ceiling. Javi was just about to get up, bracing himself for the perilous journey for a plastic fork he was about to embark on, when the corner of the lunch bag perched on his desk caught his eye.
Was that… glitter?
As his gaze shifted down the rest of his bag, Javi’s impatient and bothered demeanor had quickly shifted, a soft smile growing between his cheeks, picking up the lunch sack that had very clearly been given a makeover by his daughters before disappearing into his work bag this morning.
What was once a plain brown paper bag had somehow been turned into a hodgepodge of arts and crafts- glitter, pink and purple hearts, several stickers from separate collections of puppies, Star Wars, and unicorns, doodles and drawings from each of the girls, and a stray Batman band-aid that Harper must have added, considering the 17 she had covered herself in last night for fun.
Quietly laughing to himself at his girl’s creation, Javi spent a few moments thoroughly examining all sides of the bag, his heart melting to read “Daddy’s Lunch- From Lucy, Elliot, Harper and Mommy” scribbled across the front.
Carefully, Javi opened the top of the crinkly brown paper, revealing a plethora of surprising goodies inside, the first being a tiny stuffed cow and a fruit-by-the-foot that he obviously had no recollection of packing for himself last night. Setting the things down on his desk, Javi shuffled through the next added layer, this one consisting of another fruit-by-the-foot and a half eaten granola bar, which one of the girls clearly had gotten into before his lunch had departed from home.
The last thing hiding lunch was a piece of paper that had been folded several times to fit inside the bag, Javi gently removing it with the rest of his surprise treasures. As he unfolded the now somewhat crumpled paper, the grin on his face began to grow wider and wider, seeing the colorful crayon creations doodled on the page. Before him, sat a paper with drawings of each of the girls done by themselves, perfectly embodying their tiny personalities. Lucy’s was neatly sketched and colored, and then outlined in a darker color to make the inside colors pop, Elliot’s had crazy scribbled hair and was holding a hockey stick in not one, but both hands, and Harpers was done in every color that the Crayola crayon box had to offer.
As if their adorable self-portraits weren’t enough to have him in a puddle, in the middle of their artwork was a drawing of Javi standing between them with the words “We love you Daddy!” etched in big, pink bubble letters above them.
Javi had been so enamored by the art his daughters had made him, taking in every stroke and scribble on the page, he hadn’t noticed the smaller note that had fallen to his desk, your neat and careful handwriting etched across the paper.
Jav,
3 little munchkins were very insistent on re-making Daddy’s lunch last night, and even more insistent on decorating your very boring brown bag. They told me that they were adding a few surprises to your lunch, so this is me apologizing in advance for any half eaten snacks or stuffed animals that may have ended up in there. I hope you have a great day, we all miss you lots and can’t wait to see you later.
Love you lots,
Osita
Even though it was nothing but a few words scribbled down on a piece of paper and a drawing similar to one he had seen a thousand times before, it never failed to surprise Javi how something so small really did mean everything to him.
Years ago, still working for the DEA, in the midst of chaos and corruption in Colombia, one of his former agents had always insisted on carrying his “lucky” drawing from his son in his back pocket on every mission he was sent on. Back then, the idea of carrying a colored, crumpled piece of paper in his jeans for good luck seemed like a somewhat ridiculous notion, but now, as Javi stared up at the bulletin board next to his desk, overflowing with drawings, paintings, and projects from his 3 daughters, he couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t hold any gift from his girls so near and dear to his heart that he ever dared to let it go.
Overlapping his newest artwork over the most recent crafts given to him to hang in his office, Javi hung today’s drawing at the front and center of the board, your note nestled next to it, beaming with pride at the love and and joy at how full his heart felt from a few simple pieces of paper.
Admiring just a little longer before reaching over to the phone at the corner of his desk, Javi began to punch the familiar pattern of your home phone number on the receiver, patiently tapping his fingers as the line rang, the other hand grabbing his actual lunch food out of the flamboyantly decorated bag.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby, it’s me.”
“Hi. Is everything okay?” You questioned cautiously, somewhat surprised by his mid-day work call.
“No, everything is-” He paused, smiling back his lunch bag, “everything is great. I just had some time during lunch and wanted to see if the 3 stooges are around so I can say thank you for my lunch.”
“Oh God, I almost forgot that was last night’s surprise project. How bad was it? I was only there to supervise lunch bag decorating because they were adamant they were more than capable than packing extra snacks for you.” You snickered, Javi practically almost able to see the hysterical look plastering your face through the phone, laughing right along with you at the adorable gifts they had left behind for him.
“Well, I got…” Javi stopped, reaching back over in his pile of goodies, “two fruit-by-the-foots, a stuffed purple cow, and a half eaten granola bar that has Elliot written all over it.”
“Is that Daddy? Did he get our lunch?! Did he like it?!” A chorus of little voices squealed in the background.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself.” You snickered, the muffled and muted sounds of the phone being passed off to the girls rustling through the other end of the line as Javi nestled his phone between his ear and shoulder, beginning to open up his food as he waited for a response from his daughters.
“Hi Daddy!” The 3 shouted through the phone in unison.
“Hola, pollitas! (Hi, little chickens) Thank you so much for my lunch today!”
“Did you like the bag, Daddy? It was my idea to make it look pretty because the brown is so boring.” Lucy boasted, in her lovingly know-it-all tone, making sure her dad knew she was without a doubt, the ringleader of the lunchtime antics.
“I added the extra snacks!” Elliot chimed in, making sure her voice was well pronounced through the phone ensuring that Javi could her her contributions.
“I helped-ed too!” Harper interrupted, trying to butt in over her sisters.
“Well, Mommy helped a little bit too, but it was mostly us!”
“Was it a surprise, Daddy?”
“Best surprise I’ve had in a very long time. I already put your drawing up on my board so everyone can see your beautiful artwork. I think everyone at work is gonna start thinking I have professional artists that live in my house.” Javi’s cheeks were already sore from the goofy grin that was only getting wider every second he listened to his daughter’s sweet little voices on the phone, the girls erupting in a fit of giggles at his compliment. “Los amos mucho, morritas (I love you so much, kiddos).”
“Hey Boss, you gotta second, I-” Agent Carter half knocked, opening Javi’s office door, stopping in his tracks as he met Javi’s cheerful grin turned death glare upon his arrival, slowly retracting his steps while Javi let out a scornful sigh, holding his hand out to get Carter to at least let him wrap up before dealing with whatever bullshit was coming his way.
“Hey pollitas? Daddy has to get back to work, but I’ll see you in a little bit when I get home, okay? I love you so much. Can you pass the phone back to Mom?”
“Okay, bye Daddy! Mommy! Mommy, Daddy wants to say goodbye!”
“The gremlins said you wanted to say goodbye?” You laughed over the clatter of the phone being handed haphazardly back to you.
“Yeah baby, I gotta go back to work, but I just wanted to say I love you and thanks for helping them with lunch, it was really fucking cute. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“The cutest 3 stinkers that I’ve ever met. I love you too, Jav. Bye, babe.”
“Love you, bye.”
As the dial tone went silent, Javi hung up the phone, taking in a deep exhale, still holding his hand out at his co-worker to preemptively prevent whatever what stupid remark was about to come out of his mouth.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything!” Carter winced, holding up his hands in defense at Javi’s death glare, trying his best to hide the sly smirk spreading between his lips. “…. I just never really struck you for a rainbow glitter type of guy.”
“Fuck off, Carter. Give me 10 more minutes to try and eat my lunch in fucking peace.” Javi groaned, trying to shoo him back out the door he had barged in from.
“Okay, okay, message received! I will say…I do think the glitter really does capture your bright and sparkly personality though, the unicorn stickers are really a nice-”
“Carter…”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m leaving! “
As the door clicked shut, Javi let his annoyance slip back to content, letting the colorful sparkle of his lunch back serve as his beacon of hope for the rest of the work day, thankful for the extra piece of home he got to keep with him until he got to see his girls again.

“Hey, I’m home!” Javi’s familiar voice rang through the hallway, barely 3 steps through the front door before the girls were rushing through the house, barrelling towards their dad to attack him with the biggest bear hugs their little bodies could muster.
“Daddy!” They screeched, wrapping around every free inch of Javi’s body that they could reach, giggling as he crouched down to greet them, peppering them with ticklish kisses all over their faces.
“Hola, Pollitas! Oh, I missed you guys! Did you guys have a good day today?” Javi grinned, now letting the bags he was holding in his hands drop to the floor, collecting his daughters in his grasp, wrapping them up in the tightest hug he could manage through their excited squirms and wiggles.
“Yeah, we went to the park with Mommy and then we came home and played soccer and then ran through the sprinkler!” Lucy beamed, her sisters nodding in happy agreement, excited to tell their dad about today’s shenanigans while he was at work.
“I scored two goals on Mommy!” Elliot added, her face lighting up with pride at her accomplishment.
“No way! Nice stuff, Ellie Bellie!” Javi grinned, holding his hand out for a ferocious high-five from Elliot, pretending to shake his hand in pain at her strength, making the girls snicker at their dad’s overdramatics. “Hey, can you tell me where Momma is, I gotta go say hi to her too and then you can tell me all about the rest of your day, okay?”
“She’s in the kitchen making dinner!” Lucy replied, giggling as Javi pressed a long kiss into the top of her head, nestled between her messy hair.
“Mommy’s makin’ ‘pisgetti!” Harper cooed, Lucy and Elliot trying their best to keep from laughing at their youngest sister’s inability to pronounce spaghetti.
“Thanks, lindas (cuties). Why don’t you guys go clean up your stuff and then we can help Mom with the rest of dinner?”
“Okay!” The three agreed, dashing back through the house and disappearing down the hallways, Javi laughing to himself as he kicked off his shoes and picked up his bags, heading into the kitchen to find you at the stove, happily humming and swaying your hips to the radio playing in the background as you cooked, so wrapped up in what you were doing that you hadn’t realized your husband’s presence.
Quietly setting down his bags on the counter, Javi rested his hip against the stone ledge, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you work, wondering to himself if he would ever get over how even the simplest things like watching you make dinner made him fall more and more in love with you, the familiar warmth of home and you creeping through his cheeks in a soft smile.
“Hi, Momma.” He smirked, making you squeal in surprise as he snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss into your shoulder, rocking you back and forth in his grasp. “I missed you guys today.”
“Hi, handsome. We missed you, too. The girls haven’t stopped asking when you were going to be home since you called at lunch time. They were so excited you liked your lunch. Sorry if it was a little obnoxious. I tried to tell ‘em to go easy on the glitter, so hopefully none ended up in your food.” You chuckled, shaking your head at the image of the finished lunch bag that had made its way to work with Javi this morning. You turned around to face Javi, his hands still resting on your hips as you draped your arms over his shoulders, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your lips meet his, his mouth lingering just a little longer than usual as you felt his smile growing amidst his kiss. “What was that for?” You blushed, butterflies swirling in your stomach as his lips gently pulled away from yours, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your skin in the space where your t-shirt and shorts parted.
“I love you so much. You and the girls, I just- I’m just so thankful for all of you.” Javi grinned, the soft brown of his eyes sparkling in the kitchen light, looking you up and down as if in awe of the fact that you were the woman he got to hold in his grasp at the end of each day for the rest of his life.
“I love you too, you goof.”
Before your lips could meet again, the happy giggles of your girls flooded through the kitchen, their little pitters and patters of their feet tumbling the hallway to greet the both of you again. Peeking over Javi’s shoulder, you cocked your head in confusion at the plastic bag your girls were now rummaging through on the counter, wondering what Javi had been shopping for on his way home.
“What’s in the bag, Jav?”
“Well…” He paused, making his way over to the kitchen counter with the girls, picking up the bag and tipping it over, shaking its contents out in front of them, “I figured, since the munchkins did such a good job with today’s lunch bag-”
“STICKERS!”
“GLITTER PENS?!”
“PUFFY PAINT!”
The girls shrieked, picking up the various brightly colored craft items Javi had brought home with him, along with a pack of brown paper bags, making the reason for his pit stop abundantly clear, and making you smile even wider than you already were.
“...I figured, I still have 4 days of lunches left, and you guys did such a good job with my lunch today, that you could decorate the rest of my lunch bags for the week.”
“Really?!” The girls squealed, their faces lighting up in excitement.
“Really, really.” Javi beamed, reaching his arms around the girls to pick them up, the 3 laughing and squirming in pure joy, your heart bursting at the seams watching just how much Javi loved his little girls and the silliest, smallest things he would do just to make them smile.
“Mommy, can we start right now!? Please, please, pleaseeeeee?” Lucy begged, Elliot and Harper joining in with their silent plea of sweet puppy eyes.
“Let’s help Mommy with dinner and then we can-”
“It’s okay, I think spaghetti can wait a little longer.”

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I need a breeding fic with Gortash. like him putting you in a mating press and just saying nasty shit like "give me a baby boy" or "your ganna have so many of my fucking babies" holy shit I'm ganna faint he's so mmfg
I WANTED TO WRITE THIS FOR U BUT IT TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY 😭😭💗 also i hope u like spit cuz i saw the opportunity and took it SORRYYYY 😹😹
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UNDER THE CUT: F!reader, breeding kink, spit, mating press position, some degradation and praise, dom!gortash, you’re basically his baby-making machine, he refers to reader as ‘woman’ and ‘girl’
Gortash doesn't do anything without planning first. He's always a step ahead; he knows what the future holds because he decides it.
And sometimes you wonder where you belong in his grand scheme. What does he have in store for you? All of his meddling behind the scenes— he’s a puppet master, playing your unsuspecting figure by the strings of his jeweled fingers.
It would be sensible to ask, but like a true visionary, he isn’t keen on being questioned. He'll blow you off as sweetly as he can, cradling your face and assuring you that you needn’t worry about such things. Despite his facade, you can tell it bothers him; you can see the irritation behind his gaze.
You'll admit, it can be a little intimidating being with someone like him, simply because you never know just how much of your relationship he's manipulated and plotted into fruition. You're stumbling around in the dark, clinging to his wrist for stability while forgetting that he blindfolded you in the first place.
When the next stepping stone of his intricate plan is revealed, you feel it's all too obvious. You realize the crucial part you play, and how integral it was that he didn't scare you off. No doubt you were plucked from a plethora of suitors, carefully considered for your purpose. You think you should feel flattered.
You lay on the silk sheets of his bed, spread open and waiting. Your bare skin is soft and scented, a flame spreading over the surface as you watch him approach. He crawls over top of you, the mattress giving with each movement. You swallow at his looming presence, how he locks you between his strong arms.
Thumb coming up to tease your bottom lip, he leaves a lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth.
"I'm going to make you the most valuable woman in Faerûn." He smiles before rocking back on his knees. Another kiss is left on your ankle as he props your legs against his broad shoulders. "Isn't that right?"
His features are gentle but his eyes are dark— intense. You can tell this is something he's been waiting for, something he's been heavily anticipating. You wonder how you were never able to pick up on his faltering restraint before; he looks like he's wound as tightly as he can be.
His tip plays at your entrance, smearing precum against your heat. You throb, aching for him, but you can tell by his smirk and the slight tilt to his head that he's waiting for a response.
You nod readily. With that, he angles and inserts himself into you. Gasping, your fingers bunch up the fabric beneath you as he stretches you out inch by inch. "Gods..." you mutter at the feeling of his cock slipping past your walls.
You stare at his face while he watches how your pussy strains around him, admiring how his thick, black hair hangs from his forehead, how the corners of his sloped nose crinkle slightly; the concentrated furrow to his brow, and the small parting to his lips. You did get lucky, didn't you?
Out of all the men who'd want you to carry their child, you were picked by him; a powerful man, body and mind, who is certain to pass on his traits through you.
You struggle to take him in further, the width near his base stretching your opening uncomfortably. Without hesitation, he cups his hands under your knees and pushes them to your chest, resting his weight onto you. He manipulates your figure on instinct— as if it's his, as if he owns you.
Your body is forcibly spread deeper, allowing him to sink into you the rest of the way. The new position almost takes the breath out of you, eliciting a surprised whimper from your lips.
He sighs contently as he fills you fully, the warmth of your needy pussy engulfing his cock. He finally starts to move his hips, rocking you on the mattress as your wet cunt squelches around him.
You gaze up at him through your knees, watching his lip curl at how tightly you grip him. "Fuck," he hisses. "You're perfect. Fucking perfect," he almost seems to be muttering to himself, his eyes unable to break away from where you two meet between your thighs.
He picks up the pace, his heavy balls hitting you with every thrust. You leave behind bits of your essence in his hair, the slick coating his ebony strands.
His hand releases one of your legs to snatch you by your jaw. The aggression catches you off guard, and for a moment you wonder if you've upset him. Under lowered brows, he grins.
"You're going to be my personal little broodmare," he laughs breathily before interrupting himself with a grunt. "And you'll give me as many baby boys as I want— won't you, sweet girl?"
His fingertips leave indents in your skin, and he appears too distracted by pleasure to know how rough he's being. Still, you don't mind— men with gentle hands don't sit on thrones. "M-mhm," you do your best to respond under his hold.
He slips his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. He coerces your mouth open until it's fully extended, staring down at you.
"Yeah? You like the way that sounds?"
His nail digs deeper into your tongue with every second you take to answer, his expression bordering on wicked. Unable to speak, you nod vigorously.
The corner of his mouth pulls upward, his brows lifting briefly. "I thought you might," he says before leaning over you, encasing your body in his shadow. Without warning, a quick wad of spit comes flying out onto your tongue. "Whore."
The warm substance lands and spreads over your tastebuds. Only after he admires how it looks in your mouth does he release you. He stares down at you expectantly, so you hold his gaze and swallow.
As he watches your throat bob, you feel his cock twitch inside you, a low groan vibrating in his chest.
Your body writhes with want beneath him, with need. You feel the way your cunt repeatedly tightens around him, trying to draw out his orgasm.
He can feel it too, and you know he won't last much longer. Soon he'll be filling you full of his cum— again, and again, and again— ensuring that, without a doubt, you'll be pregnant. You'll carry his heirs, securing his rulership with his bloodline.
You never saw yourself as mere breeding stock before. And you most certainly never saw yourself enjoying the thought of it. It sends a surge of heat through your body, a tremble through your limbs. You yearn to be of use to him— to his success.
"P-please," you stutter, gripping his bicep tightly. "Come inside of me. I need you to come, please—" Your words come out quickly and almost incoherent, stumbling over your own burning desire. You need to feel his thick, white seed lacing your walls.
He almost coos at how ready you are for him. "Fuck, I love hearing you talk like that."
His hand slips down the back of your thigh so that his thumb can toy with your clit. His touch isn't the softest, and it makes your sensitive body jolt with every rub. Still, the timing of it has you questioning if he's rewarding you for your begging. You wouldn't put it past him to condition you that way, so that your cunt's always desperate to be filled.
He places his hands on either side of your head, hooking your legs over his elbows. His face is now inches from yours, and you can see the lustful haze over his stare. It's dark, almost wolfish, but it only excites you.
You're so ready for him to finish, just so he can do this all over again.
You wrap your arms over his muscular shoulders, holding onto him while he fucks you. Your body is at his mercy in your vulnerable position, completely pliant to his every whim. You almost shiver at the thought— not from unease, but arousal. Your eyes flutter shut.
The bed creaks with his tempo, mirroring the needy movement of his hips. His breathing is uneven and wavering by your ear, accompanied by the occasional grunt or moan. The sounds of his pleasure send a wave of excitement through you, and you can tell by the rapid snaps of his pelvis that he's close.
Your voice evolves into whimpers as you feel his orgasm approaching, anticipating being filled with a steady stream of cum. With a hiss through gritted teeth, he slams into you hard, pumping white ropes into your cunt. You rhythmically tighten around him, milking him for every last drop.
The feeling of him filling you up makes your limbs buzz with exhilaration, and the knot in your core finally snaps. You tear and claw at his back while he ungracefully rides out his own orgasm, pushing his seed into you further and further.
After his final sloppy thrusts, his body stills. He rests above you, the arms supporting him tense and slightly weary. His breaths fan your cheek, warm and ragged, indicative of his high. You would almost think he was spent, if it weren’t for the fact that he still hasn’t pulled out of you.
You focus on the way his cum settles inside you, threatening to leak. It’s so much— you find it hard to imagine fitting more. Still, he smiles down at you with an endearing obstinance that says he’ll find a way.
You realize you’re in for a long night.
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Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse 💕

Wing Beifong x Airbender Daughter of Tenzin!Reader - Where in the Battle with Kuvira, the reader saves Wing from falling to his death. And when she asks him if he is okay, he just kisses her while the whole place is going to shit. Based on the song Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex. 🎧
Little thing to know - I HAVE REQUESTED THIS TO OTHER BLOGS BEFORE BUT DECIDED TO WRITE IT MYSELF. So no one better be accusing me of coping 😟, Thank you 🌷
ALSO THIS CHARACTER WILL NOT BE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED AIRBENDING SUITS (just no 😀), just pretend you have something else on and a glider or you can fly or something 😭
The world was collapsing around us, dust and ash swirling in an insane dance as we fought for our lives against Kuvira. The ground trembled violently, as if it were writhing in anguish beneath them. All I could think about is if Wing is okay, if he is injured or dead. My mind filled with horrific thoughts, but what if they came true? The first time I witnessed the force of that cannon, I felt horrified.
Here we are, sprinting throughout Republic City, fighting that metal monstrosity head on. The fight left every road flooded with the wreckage of buildings, and the surrounding air was filled with gas, dust, and pandemonium.
Korra launched rock missiles, and the other airbenders and I flew about Kuvira's robot like flies, hearing the giant's screeching attempts to hit us. Abruptly, the metal giant raised its hand and pointed the cannon straight toward Korra.
"Create a tornado and attack from the top! RIGHT NOW!" I quickly ordered.
We all moved fast to get into position, whirling about and aiming at the giant's hand.
We delivered our blow. When the monster lost its balance, the explosion destroyed the surrounding ground and its body fell onto a building. Laughing to myself, I quickly took off along with the others, watching as my brother Meelo disappear into the cloud of dust. I was about to tell him to get out until I realized it was Meelo. He can handle himself.
The dust cloud disappeared and revealed the giant reaching to it's face to crush Meelo. He flew fast past us and in our direction.
I saw the cannon pointed at us out of the corner of my eye. It was going to fire on my sister Jinora and me. I swiftly launched myself forward.
"JINORA, LOOK OUT!" I let out a scream and hurriedly moved forward to grab my sister.
Ikki and Meelo arrived to assist us as we began to descend. When the two of them realized they couldn't support our weight. I quickly grabbed the three of them before bending the air below us to form an air cushion and lowering us gently onto the hard pavement.
I hugged my siblings, not wanting to let go.
"Are you three okay?" I asked, while clinging on.
"Yeah, don't worry Y/N we are," Ikki smiled in return.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Meelo interrupted.
"I don't know." I heard my voice hurting, and my vision turned blurry.
I looked up and watched a large chunk of a building fall upon the giant. Wait, Wing could be there.
"Jinora, bring them back to dad please. I'm going to go find my boyfriend." I instructed her, bending a tornado under me to hurry to Wing.
Behind me, I heard my siblings cheering me on. I chucked to myself. Seeing that the tornado wasn't moving fast enough, I propelled myself forward by bending the air below me.
I hurried up to Korra as soon as I arrived. Taking hold of her and turning her to face me, I tried to figure out her feelings through her blue eyes.
"Korra, please tell me Wing is okay- where is he!?" I questioned as I recovered my breath from running so fast.
Wing was attempting to knock down a structure. However, the cannon was then aimed at him. I understood the cannon was about to release. My heart was pounding and my stomach fell. And it let off a blast at that very instant.
A violet ray of light blasted out. I couldn't tell if the beam struck Wing or his rope. No. NO. Please be fine, please be fine.
A few seconds later, a figure in green and gray falls from the sky. Wing.
I leapt into action. I used my bending to launch myself to Wing. My body crashed against his, the impact sending shockwaves through my system as I wrapped my arms around him. We rolled along the ground.
Now that Wing is in my arms, he is safe. I lifted him up and allowed him to steady himself with my arms. I touched his face to see if there were injuries.
“Wing, are you okay? Are you hurt? We have to ge-”
Wing's fingertips found my chin, luring me into a gentle kiss. His hands traveled down to my waist and mine moved down to his chest. Wing's lips were soft and warm against mine, his hands tightened around my waist out of protectiveness. Even though we've kissed before, it always feels like our first. Our breathing synchronized, both of us clearly reluctant to let go. I felt the blast's scorching wind, knowing that we would die if we stayed any longer, but I didn't really care.
He softened his features and grinned a little as we both released our grips and stared into each other's eyes. His smile, his olive green eyes, my sweet Wing... He would have left me.
"Yeah, I'm alright, sweet pea."
"Are you sure? Nothing's hurt?
"Yes, my dear... You know you're adorable when you're worried. How your eyebrows knit together and how your eyes soften. I should get hurt more often."
When he proposed the idea, he grinned. I felt a slight heat on my face. I'm not sure if it was his gorgeous smile or the fact that he thought I was cute.
"Wing, please don't." I answered.
With a smile on his face, he threw up his hands. I couldn't resist grinning as well. This man.
His hands gripped mine.
"Now we gotta go before that thing blasts another beam at us." He states, looking at the metal giant.
"Oh right, right, right, lets go." I reply
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Ooou okay so (and please take your time!!) where gn!reader (or dominik! Whoever you prefer!) goes around telling their friends (Becky, or whoever especially if you pic dom!) that they dom Rhea, and when Rhea hears from whoever they told (or overhears), she puts reader or dom in their place! (I hope this made sense😭)
Sure thing, mi amor 💜
The following is a Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch x gn!sub!reader oneshot.
Warnings for this fic: Lying (possible secondhand embarrassment), dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, choking/breath play, face-slapping, wedgie, spanking, biting, hickies, mentions of group sex
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Locker Room Talk
“Pfft, I doubt it,” Becky scoffed, finishing the touch-ups on her eyeliner before giving you a look clearly intended to make you admit you were lying.
“It’s true!” you insisted, knowing you were in too deep now to correct yourself.
“Now, if I believe you - and I’m not saying I do-” Becky crossed her arms as she continued, “I’ve heard you agree that Rhea’s the one who tops and doms.”
“How else are we going to keep up her image?” the room was suddenly too warm, but you listened to yourself keep trying to bluff anyway, “It’s all for show, but once we’re alone, I put her in her place.”
“Uh huh,” Becky rolled her eyes before leaving to warm up for her match.
Looking around, it came as a relief that no one seemed to have overheard the two of you, and you continued changing into your ring gear.
After the show, you were one of the last people left in the locker rooms, taking your time changing into your street clothes. Stripped down to your underwear, you jumped when the door swung open revealing Rhea, closely followed by Becky. The expression on Rhea’s face made you freeze in terror.
“Becks here told me all about your lies, you bratty little slut,” she seethed, eyes cutting into you like knives as she walked in. Becky looked mildly amused as she shut and locked the door behind her, watching you cower in the corner.
“Rhea, I-“ you began, mind racing trying to think of a way to justify what you had done.
“You don’t get to call me that right now,” Rhea growled, advancing like a wildcat stalking its prey.
“Mami, I’m so sorry-“ your words ran into each other as you tried to make up for the time you lost correcting yourself, but she closed the distance between the two of you quickly.
“Shut up,” Rhea spat, one hand wrapping around your neck tightly before lifting you up by it, pinning you against the wall, “You’re going to be a good bottom bitch and let Becks here see just how big a lie you told her.”
Struggling for air, trying to pry Rhea’s fingers from your throat, you shot a desperate look in Becky’s direction. The grin she gave you made you realize how exposed you were and you broke eye contact as you continued to squirm against Rhea’s grip.
“What, you think I’m going to stop her?” Becky laughed at you, “That’s just precious. Why do you think I mentioned what you said in the first place?” - she sauntered over to one of the benches, sitting down before knitting her fingers together and placing them behind her head - “Front row seat, baby. Put on a good show, will you?”
Rhea let go of you suddenly and you fell to the floor, grimacing at the impact as you gasped for air.
“Want to try saying you’re dominant now?” Rhea laughed, noticing how turned on you were from being manhandled.
“Mami-“ you were met with a hard slap and tears welled in your eyes as you gingerly held your face.
“No one said you could talk, fucktoy,” Rhea spat, “Now stand up and put your hands against the wall.”
Biting your lip, you silently followed instructions. You even stopped yourself from letting out a noise when Rhea yanked your underwear up so it wedged between your cheeks - brushing the cloth against all the right places - before grabbing your ass. Quiet as you were, you still couldn’t help but squirm and were met with spank after spank until you managed to stop moving.
“I see what you mean, Ripley,” Becky chuckled as Rhea gave your cheeks one more smack, “That arse looks like it was made to be plowed.”
“Did you hear that?” Rhea asked as she moved on to groping you, “Mami might just have to rent you out to The Man - and anyone else you lie to.”
“Get the jump on it and pass them around the locker room next show,” Becky suggested, sending a thrill up your spine, “Bet there’s plenty of wrestlers wanting to wreck someone this submissive.”
“I already know a few,” Rhea chuckled before biting down hard on the space between your neck and shoulder. The moan you let out was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop until Rhea had sucked on the skin hard enough to leave what was sure to be a very large and noticeable bruise.
“Fuck it,” Rhea said once she pulled away, “Hey Becks, see who’s still around and we can all take turns on this needy set of holes right now.”
[end fic]
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"First impressions last"
Before approaching! : Male oc x Male oc, cursing
Authors note : This is a stupid I dea I got, it's a comedic oneshot, I dont think it WOULD be considered comedic though. Also, criticism is very helpful, pro writers please give me some tips how to write better, not forcing! Thank you!
NOT PROOF READ 🗣️🗣️🗣️
"And you are?..." The man's voice, skeptical, full of it. He had his elbows propped up on the table, his fingers interlocked as he scanned the boy infront of him. "M-my name's Christopher Aiden sir!" The blonde boy managed to stammer out, his hands gripping his clipboard tighter to his chest. 'holy shit, is this really happening? This is the last company I submitted my resume to, I need this position, oh my god please hurry up. PleasepleasePLEASEE, I can't get rejected again or else my mom's going to post me on Facebook and shame me for not having a job and kick my ass out of the house...' Chris' thought rang in his mind, he was fully sweating by now.
His eyes locked onto the man infront of him. The man leaned into his chair, his arms once on the glass table now crossed as he overlapped his leg with the other. He looked the boy up and down, "I suppose you already know my name, right?" He tilted his head. Chris gulped. 'oh shit. What was it again?...Megeo? Magelan? Maggot?—' Chris was internally panicking before a tall woman walked in, she had a tablet clutched in her hand, "Good evening Sir. Matteo, I just want to inform you that this will be the last interview for the night before you may go home" The womans voice was smooth as she talked, batting an eye at Chris when she mentioned last. 'right! His name was Matteo!...Or is that his last name?' Chris was starting to zone out before he heard the door close, the woman had already left.
"Right...back to our conversation. I trust you know the—" "Yes! It's Matteo!" Chris cut him off with a grin. "I trust you know the foundation of the company." Matteo stared coldly at Chris after he cut him off. The colored soon drained from the boys face as he gulped and nodded along, "Yes!...yes ofcourse.." his eyes darted away, embarrassed at his own earlier antics. He saw Matteo flip through his well written resume where he definitely didn't use Chat.GPT and ran through humanizer 16 times...listen first though! He did have good qualities, just that one of those qualities don't include staying up late typing on his laptop explaining how he would use his team skills to build a better economic in the workplace...
Matteo let out a impressed grunt, his lips curling into a small satisfied smirk. Chris could feel himself vibrating from joy, but he couldn't determine it too early, the company would still have to email him if he DID manage to get in as an intern. Matteo set his resume aside. "I think all the answers are already in the paper, look you even put in the link" Matteo pointed out, his hand hovering over the pasted link on the top corner of the paper. Chris could feel the color draining from his face again as his soul attempted to leave his body. "Well...it was nice meeting you—" "Sir. Matteo! It was a small mistake...I have honest replies in there, a-and I altered it in my own words! Please sir, I'm begging you. Please I will redeem myself if you let me have this chance!"
Matteo thought for a second, he sighed before standing up. He fixed his tie and his vest, calling over his secretary's name. "Vivianne! Come in here!" Matteo voice rang inside the office before the door revealed teb woman from earlier. "This is Christopher, from now on, he will be under your training for the new secretariat internship. Christopher, you are dismissed."
authors note : AAHHHH THIS IS SO BAD 😭😭🙏🙏, it is 2:56 rn so I get why that is, I will give you all real content tomorrow after being gone for like 5 months? 🙏🙏🙏
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Trafalgar law, 11, 😏
(is that how you do it? 😭😭)
Hello Anonymus,
As long I understand what you mean, you're doing it right.
This story is part of my follower milestone event
Here's
Siren song
Law is just moping around the ship like the emo kid he is - when his ears hear some enticing sounds
The polar tang had been caught in some very strange streams for the past days. The engine was periodically overheating and Bepo tried to make sense of everything. Law had left the bear crying over his sea charts as he failed to grasp how to escape the stream and proceed.
For most of the crew, it meant boredom. Law decided to read up on infectious deseases of the grand line and sat down at his desk for some nice, quiet study.
Time flies when he's really focusing, without even realizing it, night came and he had to turn on the lights. When he got up, stretching and yawning, he heard something, faint and distant, like a hum. An unusual sound on a submarine was always worth an investigation - Law decided to stretch his legs and see what's up.
The ship was quiet, most of the crew had come together in the mess hall for card games. Law passed the sound of laughter and left it behind, moving toward the faint sound. Slowly he could identify it as someone singing, a woman's voice, a calm and dreamlike song. He was drawn towards the source of the sound like he was towed.
He tracked it to a door - it was a work room for repairs. Law swallowed before he opened the door. He peeked in - it was Y/n, sitting at the workbench, mending her overalls. She had thread and needle in hand and stitched something onto the white fabric. She hadn't heard him, she sang and worked uninterrupted. Law didn't make a sound, he simply stared at her. Warm light illuminated her face and hair, giving the scene a cozy and comfortable atmosphere. In that moment, she looked and sounded like a serene angel.
Her song stopped, Law blinked like he was released from some spell. She began putting away the sewing kit - and gasped in surprise when she saw Law standing in the door.
"Oh, hi! Was I too loud?"
He shook his head.
"Uhm, ok. I'm done here, you have everything to yourself."
He nodded. He saw that she didn't bother changing the boiler suit, she sat on the chair in her panties and a tank top. Hard swallow.
He yanked his own shirt off, revealing his naked torso, and handed it to her.
"Could you mend that, too?" He asked flatly.
"Uhm, sure, where's the hole?" She inquired, sitting down again.
"Uhm" he looked at the unscathed shirt in his hands.
"Just here" he said and poked a whole with his finger into the fabric and handed it back to her.
"Strange place for a hole" she said when she looked at the random placement on the chest.
But Law's insidious plan worked, she started mending it, humming a quiet, beautiful song.
You
You were a little suspicious of what game he was playing, but he graced you with the sight of impeccable chest muscles and tattoos, so you let that slide.
The damage was minor, you had it fixed in a minute and handed him his shirt back. You tried to get up and get in your boiler suit again when he tossed the shirt aside and began unbuttoning his pants.
"Would you fix these, too?" He handed you his fashionably torn jeans, leaving him in his underwear. You had seen his upper body a few times already, but this was a new level of exposed flesh, even for him. Tan skin covered his sculpted muscles. His low hanging underwear showed you the full extend of his happy trail and gave you a glimpse of what lay beneath.
You tore your stare off his body and studied the pants - the holes were enormous, but it was part of the style. You were sure that he bought them like this.
"Law, you realize these are supposed to be like that? You have worn these for years now."
"Yeah, I want them whole now" he answered nonchalantly.
"I...I can't fix them, there is not enough fabric to sew together" you answer as you hand them back to him. He tossed them in the same corner as his shirt and proceeds to look at you, making you painfully aware that your nor fully clothed yourself.
"Than...just sing a little more, just a minute" he said.
"I'll try." you said, unsure if this would work like that. You were a shower singer, not a stage singer, and right now you sat without your pants in front of staring, hot, half naked guy. Closing your eyes, you cleared your throat and sang another song from your home.
It worked, after a time, when you had pushed the thought of your hot captain to the back of your mind and you got into the flow like you were alone.
When you opened your eyes again you were staring directly into two blue eyes, inches from your face. Law had crouched down in front of you and now laid his hands on your knees.
"Beautiful" he breathed.
His hands wander up and down your naked legs while his hooded eyes gazed up at you. Carefully, you placed your hands on his, causing him to smile.
"Wait" he said, getting up. He went to the door and you heard the click of the door lock. He turned around with a wicked grin on his face.
"Now, I'll make you sing a little more"
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hello!! I would like to request a Patrick Bateman x Male Reader smut imagine :)
I don't really have a plot in mind but I just ask that the reader is the top/dom! Maybe it could be something based know the fic you already did of him, like you just pick off where it left off?
Idk just do whatever you want and I'm sure I'll love it!! I love your writing<3
A/N: First of all- thank you so much, you legit making me blush with your comments about my work lmao 😭 I made this the second part of the Have you ever heard of Genesis? Fic I've written.
Simply Irresistible
CW: Anal sex, masturbation, couch sex, m!dom!reader, Patrick is a bottom but a really fucking annoying one, cause I can't imagine him being any other way.
As the sounds of the Genesis album drove out two males moans, the couch did the opposite, cracking at the slightest movements, considering that Y/N and Patrick didn't even get to the best part yet. The taller man became more dominant, as he latched his lips onto Bateman's neck, leaving hickeys, his fingers going up to unbutton his fancy jacket, opening it up and gently getting it off the other man.
Patrick, on the other hand, was feeling really strange, fighting himself internally. He furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth twitching, as if trying to say something, that never came. He wanted to push L/N off. This was hurting his image, his reputation. But on the other hand... His breathing hitched, as he felt lips on his sensitive neck. On the other hand, if felt amazing.
Bateman didn't even get to breathe in, as he felt his shirt being pulled off, too. Y/N's lips attacking his broad shoulders. Patrick bit his lip, in an attempt to hold in a moan.
"So fucking handsome. Mesmerising. Gorgeous."
L/N moaned under his breath, while moving down Patrick's body, worshiping every corner.
Patrick let out a shaky breath, as he tangled his hand in Y/N's H/C hair. And to think, he was going to get rid of the man this night. He wanted to end this all, he was jealous. And where are they now? About to fuck on his couch.
Stopping at Patrick's pants, the other man sat up, pulling his shirt off himself. Bateman couldn't help but eye him up and down, before pulling the man to himself, smashing their lips together. Such action of affection wasn't usual for Patrick. Well, Y/N didn't know this, so he eagerly accepted, keeping his partner down by pressing on his toned body, allowing his hand to travel up and down, feeling Bateman's muscles on his palms. He couldn't count how many times he fantasized about the exact same scenario.
Moving straight down, Y/N gave one of Patrick's nipples an experimental lick, while his hand went down to the others pants, unbuckling them. Patrick wasn't very vocal, but he did moan a little at the action, closing his eyes and allowing himself to revel in the tingling sensation of the other man's tongue on an unfamiliar area.
"Just like that... Continue."
Words of praise slipped past his lips, as Bateman felt his pants being pulled down, his erection finally standing up all proud, as he let out a breath, closing his eyes. Y/N's hand went down Patrick's boxers, wrapping around the others girth, giving it an experimental twist.
Patrick licked his lips, groaning a bit through his lips. This made Y/N continue his actions, repeating them over and over, setting a brutal pace, all while looking at his partner.
"Open up your eyes."
He didn't know why, but Bateman obliged. He opened his eyes, only to be met with E/C ones, staring into his soul.
He didn't know why, but that made Patrick unbelievably hard. Those damn eyes.
He felt a knot forming in his gut, being ready to be pushed over his limit. Just then, the other man stopped completely. Still maintaining eye contact, removing his hand from Bateman's boxers.
The man narrowed his eyebrows, opening his mouth to say something, but being abruptly stopped by the feeling of his boxers being tugged down completely, revealing his forms to L/N, whose face was painted with a smirk.
Patrick breathed out, watching through his eyelashes, as the H/C man removed his pants, discarding them somewhere in the room, and pulling his boxers off, too. His erection standing up, the head leaking with precum.
Bateman gulped, biting his lips at the thoughts which roamed through his mind. L/N gently got down between Patrick's legs, softly opening them, and lining himself up.
He pulled down, enveloping the other man's lips in a heated kiss.
"Do the fucking thing already."
Patrick groaned, pulling himself up a little with support of his hands on the sides of the couch.
"As you wish, babe".
Y/N smirked seductively, as he thrusted all in one go, in a second.
Bateman's eyes went wide, as he sucked in a breath, examining the new feeling.
"Idiot. I would do it b- better if I was in your place."
"But as you can see, darling, I have my cock inside you, not the other way."
L/N said, as he thrusted his hips again, earning a muffled moan from Patrick. A couple of seconds passed, before Bateman raised his voice again.
"What are you even waiting for? Go on with your thing."
Y/N didn't even bother to give him a coherent answer, he only smiled and snapped his hips again, and again, quickening his pace.
Every time his body met the sensitive skin of Patrick's thighs, a small groan could be heard. The Dom threw his head back, as he moaned, one of his hand holding Bateman's leg, and the other one traveling up his torso, to ghost his index finger over his lips.
And when the other man gave in, enveloping his finger in his mouth, licking and biting it, L/N moaned even louder, which made Patrick's shaft twitch.
The mixtape ended already, going silent, with nothing blowing out the sounds of skin slapping and moans.
"Fuck."
Loudly said Patrick, as he covered his face with his hand, his hips going up to meet Y/N's thrusts, doubling the pleasure they both felt.
"Does this feel good?"
L/N asked, as he thrusted in a particular spot, that made Bateman's body twitch, sending electric shocks through his spine.
"You know it- it does, don't wast- waste my time just to- oh fuck... Tease me."
"You're such a buzzkill, baby."
He continued on abusing his prostate, hand wrapping around Patrick's long-forgotten dick, pumping it up.
"Oh Christ..."
"You close?"
Y/N was only met with a nod, as the brunette was unable to speak, holding on for dear life on the couch.
"Me too, Patrick. I'm going to do it inside, alright?"
L/N snapped his hips up particularly hard, the impact made Patrick jolt.
"Don't you fucking- mmh!- dare."
"Then where do you want it?"
The H/C licked his lips, bringing his free to Bateman's stomach, slightly stroking it.
"Nowhere near me."
Patrick failed to say those three words for a good minute, being unable to think straight, all that was on his mind, was how good he felt at the moment.
Y/N leaned in on his face, jerking his hips hard against Patrick's entrance, licking his ear in the process. A moan erupted from his gut, as his body shook from the pleasure, staining L/N's hand in white, as the other man keeped up with his thrusts.
"Too late, dear."
Y/N purred, as he pulled out just in time, finishing all over Patrick, his semen mixing with his partner's.
Patrick inhaled, unable to move, his eyes squint shut. It felt so disgusting, but so good at the same time.
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Uhhh this is gonna sound pretty cringe but bear w/ me here plz 😭 Jack’s s/o complains abt how the uniform is a little tight on their bust and as they’re talking the buttons pop off and shows their boobs? I’m sry this is weird but I thought it would be funny
LEGIR WAS JUST THINKING OF THIS !!
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~ SILLY JACK HORNER HEADCANONS. ~
~ ACCIDENTAL PEEK HC. ~
× 'Loud and proud reveal!' ×
☆ CONTENT WARNING: NSFW topics! ☆
Oh my god.
This scratchy, stupid, uniform...
That white, but now dirtied top, it was a little too small on you, god you hated it.
It felt like it forcibly was trying to suffocate and kill your boobs, you hated this stupid fucking uniform.
You told him.
Again.
And.
Again.
Yet, he never seemed to listen, every word you said was met with an eye roll or a swish of the hand, or even a sarcastic chuckle, he never took you seriously.
He always told you, it was fine.
Again, you finally had it with that stupid uniform.
You, practically, stormed to the office room, you were sick of this! This stupid-- Graaah!!
You slid your way in, with an easy push and twist and...
You came in.
You placed your palm upon the door, as you closed it behind you now. The little lock on the inside snapping and clicking, signaling that someone entered his private space.
He stood infront of a book, a globe right on his right side, a large hand placed upon the cold surface of the material, but his eyes cocked towards you, his head turning to look at you, confusion already spiking his eyes.
You crossed your arms, your right hand settling onto your left upper arm, your left hand laying limp right on the right side of your ribs.
He waved a hand around, as his tongue spat out harsh words, questioning why you were bothering him when youknew he was often busy trying to find the star!
But you looked angry.
Oh, he knew what it was about now, his lips pulled down, his eyes half-lidding as he let out a scoff. Of course. It was that uniform again, wasn't it?
He turned his torso towards you now, as you raised a single brow at him, almost questioning what he was going to say this time, but you knew. You so very well knew. As he turned a foot towards you, his other still facing towards the book.
"Don't tell me, it's that uniform again?" He scoffed out, as his eyes rolled at the mere thought of you coming back to complain, *"I am telling you! There is nothing wrong with th--"
His words were cut off.
A single black button snapped off.
But, it didn't take long, before all of them popped off, revealing your chest to the world, innocent flesh that, you were glad, was not exposed to everyone else. Just him.
The buttons hung off the white fabric, a limp gesture that proved to be a big motto in more ways than one.
And he could only stare, starstruck at the sight of your top opened, his eyes being greeted with your flesh, your chest peeking out, almost like saying hello.
His eyes cocked up towards your face, which was still painted with shock, but then was coated in red. Heat tinged yourncheeks and the tip of your ears, embarrassment rising through your body like a madman, oh my god. You told him, over and over, and he never listened! Bah! This was his fault!
Your eyes snapped to look towards his, as your brows furrowed, your lips pursing with anger, yet you wanted to smile with a smug 'I told you so'.
But you didn't.
You kept it cool.
You wanted to see what he'd say, now that it was proven to him.
...
He let out a chuckle, as he shook his head, his strands of lilac hair coated with some Grey strands swayed as he shook his head. His eyes closed, as his hand swished in the air again, a dismissive signal towards you.
His torso turned back towards the book, as his eyes easily draped back open, his pupils now focusing on the words.
What!?
You tapped your foot, the tip of your shoe clacked against the boards that made up the floor, which caught his attention once more. His eyes turned back towards you, eyeing you from the corner of his eyes.
He let out an aggravated sigh. His body turned back towards you, as his brows furrowed once more, an angry pull back of the lip, yet you could still see the blush that coated his face from the view of your chest. He denied it, of course, that's what he did.
"What? What do you want me to do? You should've gotten a spare anyway!" He scoffed out, you could only feel shock course through your veins.
"Plus," He began once more,
"You should wear tight shirts more often! Ha!"
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× 'Maybe a bit too proud.' ×
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SORRY FOR SUCH A BIG BREAK, SCHOOL HAS GOTTEN ME TIED UP IN A KNOT
THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING PATIENT <33
#big jack horner#jack horner#puss in boots the last wish#puss in boots#jack horner is so bbg#jack horner x reader#big jack horner x reader
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Help Her | Part Three
Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader (platonic) / Tess x Reader (platonic) / Ellie Williams x reader (platonic)
Summary:
Word Count: 6k
Warnings: classic last of us warnings; infected, blood, violence, angst, death (you know what's coming...😭)
A/N: spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) I’ve not played the games, but I’ve watched the show (multiple times now) and researched a lot, however some details may not match the game/show storyline…
Part Two | Masterlist
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“RUN!” Joel yells as he wrestles with the infected, firing his gun as another infected appears and runs at you. Tess grabs Ellie’s arm, pulling her away as you run in the opposite direction.
Looking over your shoulder you watch as one of the infected manage to hit the gun out of Joel’s hands. In the distraction you trip over something and fall to the floor with a grunt, your gun skidding somewhere out of reach. You hear the screech of a infected behind you and you quickly you roll to the side, hiding under a nearby table. It runs straight past you and you take a second to breathe and inspect the pain in your hand. A large shard of glass sticks out of your palm. You silently curse yourself, knowing how painful that it going to be to remove. Being careful not to put any pressure on that hand, you crawl back out from under the table and move to stand with your back up against a display case.
You see the infected lurking just round the corner facing away from you and spot your gun laying on the floor, in between you and the infected. You take a deep, silent breath and start moving very slowly towards it. When you make it to the gun you carefully crouch down, keeping your eyes fixed on the infected as you reach your hand out but you accidentally knock the gun. It only makes a small sound as it slides away from you, but that’s all it takes.
The infected turns and screeches in your direction. You fall back and feel yourself freeze. You beg your body to let you move, but it’s like your muscles have turned to stone. You can’t even close your eyes. All you can do is watch as the infected runs at you.
Suddenly Tess appears from no where, wedging an axe in the side of its head. She gets your gun from the floor and tries to shoot but it just clicks. There’s no bullets left. She gives you a look of disappointment, sighing as she throws the gun forcefully at the infected’s head. It swings in her direction and she stumbles back, falling to the floor. The infected throws itself on top of her.
“Y/N!” She yells, but no matter how much you try you still can’t move. It feels like you're in a dream, your body frozen in quicksand as Tess screams at you to do something.
The sound of a gun shot startles you, as Joel shoots the infected. It falls to the floor and he shoots it a few more times. It’s dead. You stare in horror at its blood soaked mouth and feel yourself start to shake. You can’t breath.
“You all right?” Joel asks Tess as he helps her up.
“Twisted ankle, but… yeah” she replies, wincing as she puts pressure on her foot. She looks at you, her faces changes. She limps angrily over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up harshly. “What the fuck was that?!” She shouts, but you can’t answer. Your eyes still fixed on the infected, you're hyperventilating now. “Look at me!”
“I’m sorry!” You cry as she shakes you out of your trance.
“Tess-” Joel tries to diffuse the situation, placing his hand on her shoulder and trying to move her away.
“Get off me.” She shrugs him off, turning back ready to lay into you, but when she looks at you she just sighs. “I can’t even look at you right now.”
“Tess, I’m- I’m s-sorry” you say between sobs “I- I tried-”
“I don't want to hear it.” She raises her hand to stop you. Joel puts his arm around you as Tess walks away to check on Ellie. “You all right?”
“Well I didn’t shit my pants, so…” she jokes as she lifts her sleeve and reveals a fresh bite on her arm “You fucking kidding me?” She sighs as Tess shines her torch to see. “I mean, if it was gonna happen to one of us.”
You feel Joel tense up.
“Hey” Tess fills the silence “let’s get the fuck outta here”
She leads the way out of the room, Ellie following close behind. You go to move but Joel stops you, turning you to completely face him. He places his hands on your shoulders and searches your face, deep concern in his eyes.
“You alright?”
“She hates me.” You almost whisper.
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“I’ve seen Tess angry before but never like that, never with me.”
"It’s just the adrenaline from almost being clicker food. It’ll wear off and she’ll calm down.”
“Joel!” Tess shouts impatiently from the corridor, causing him to roll his eyes.
“Guess it hasn’t worn off yet.” he smirks as he puts his arm back around you.
He leads you out to the window where Tess is helping Ellie climb through. Joel helps you, then climbs through himself and turns back to help Tess. She grunts as she sits down on the flat roof tiles, stretching her leg out and removing her shoe. You think about trying to help her but she shoots you a glance that makes you back away.
You move further down the roof and find a space to sit, bringing your legs up to hug your knees into your chest. You watch as Ellie crosses over the wooden plank between this roof and the building opposite, and Joel starts helping Tess tape up her bad ankle. As you sit looking out across the city, you take deep steadying breaths and try to push away any thoughts about what just happened. But you can’t help but replay the events in your mind. You sigh, dropping your head down to your knees and closing your eyes.
— — — —
“There’s probably more ahead.” Joel says, wrapping tape around Tess ankle.
“So we’ll deal with it then.” Tess replies simply.
“And Y/N? Will she deal with it? You saw her back there, she’s terrified!” Joel argues but Tess just sighs, continuing to focus on her ankle. “What about the kid? I mean, maybe the first bite didn’t take, but what about the second?”
“How ‘bout you just take the good news?” Tess snaps, final looking at him. “Can you do that? Like to think for once maybe we could actually win? Just go, go and watch her.” Tess gestures for Joel to follow Ellie. He looks over at you, seeing you curled up with your head on your knees his instinct is to go comfort you. Tess follows his gaze, “I’ll talk to her. Go.”
Tess watches Joel leave and sighs again, deciding to take a minute to herself.
— — — —
The sound of Joel crossing the plank pulls you back. You look over at Tess. She’s sat in a similar position to you, staring down at her feet. She looks upset.
You suddenly become aware of pain in your hand that reminds you that you still haven’t got the shard of glass out. You cross your legs and lean forward slightly, holding your hand up close to your face as you try to get a grip on the glass. The second you touch it, a sharp pain shoots through your palm and you hiss, shutting your eyes tight as tears roll down your cheek.
“Need a hand?” Tess says, having silently made her way over to you. She crouches next to you, taking your hand in hers and examining it. “Shit, it’s gone deep.” She tears a strip of fabric off the bottom of her shirt and folds it into a small square. She places it in your other hand. “Be ready to press that onto the wound when I tell you.”
You nod and she grips your hand tight as starts to gently pull at the glass. It's so excruciatingly painful, you bite down on the back of your other hand.
“Now.” She says as she finally pulls the shard out and chucks it off the roof. You press the square of fabric into the bleeding wound as Tess tears another strip off her shirt. She wraps it around your hand tightly, bandaging up the wound as best she can. “You’ll need to clean it up as soon as we get supplies. Ideally with disinfectant, but some sort of alcohol should do.”
“Thank you.” You whisper, wiping tears off your face and looking at her. She looks back at you in silence for a moment, her face softening.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
“No, Tess, you had every right to be mad at me. You still do… I was useless in there! Completely useless! I was clumsy, I lost track of how many bullets were in my gun, and when the infected came for me… I don't know what happened to me. I just froze!”
“It’s okay kid.”
“It’s not okay, Tess! That thing was attacking you and I just sat there and watched it happen. It could have killed you! You could have died and it would be my fault-”
“No-”
“It would!”
“Y/N, listen to me.” She takes your hands in hers, being careful not to put pressure on your wound. “I want to make this very clear… you are not to blame. Okay? I chose to fight that clicker. I did! Yes, you made mistakes. We all have! Do you think Joel and I knew what we were doing the first time we had to fight off clickers? Hell no! There’s no guide book on how to do this, you just have to learn as you go. And you're still learning.” She pauses, looking out at the city. “Now look, chances are you're gonna have to face more of those things out there.” You heart sinks at the thought and Tess squeezes your hand reassuringly, as if she knows what you're thinking. “And each time you do, you’ll be more and more prepared to fight.”
“But what if I’m not. What if I just freeze every time? Promise me that you won’t risk yourself again because of me. Don't put yourself in danger for me.” She doesn’t answer, just silently looks down at her hands. “Promise me Tess!”
“I can’t promise anything.” She looks at you and you see the sadness in her eyes before she turns her whole body away and looks out at the city. It’s unlike her. Tess is usually so strong and unfazed by anything. You can’t help but worry.
“Are you alright? Besides the clickers and the fucked up ankle, I mean, are you okay?” You ask, she takes a breath.
“I’ve been thinking about my pre-outbreak life, my friends, my family… I had a kid y’know? I had a son, and my husband and I had just started talking about trying for a second kid right before all this shit started. I really wanted a girl. I was so desperate for a daughter…” she pauses, looking at you again “…at least, in a way, I got to experience that.”
You reach over to hold her hand again as you take a moment to sit in comfortable silence together.
After a few minutes you help Tess up and the two of you make your way across the plank where Joel and Ellie are stood admiring the view.
“Come on, let’s get there before it’s dark.” Tess says as she moves past them and starts descending the ladder, groaning as she puts weight on her ankle. Ellie goes next following her down. You stop as you reach Joel.
“Everything okay?” He asks cautiously.
“All good.” You answer quietly before joining the others on the journey down the ladder.
— — — —
The four of you walk in silence through the city streets, Tess speeding off ahead like a woman on a mission, despite the fact she’s limping in pain. You notice Joel keeps glancing suspiciously at Ellie, like he’s waiting for her to turn.
When you reach the state building, the four of you take cover behind one of the many abandoned cars which are now covered in overgrown plants. You watch for any movement from the fireflies, but it’s eerily quiet.
“Where the fuck are they?” Tess whispers. Joel just shakes his head as they look at each other, trying to work out whats the next part of the plan.
Joel gets up and slowly makes his way closer to the building, while you and Tess watch from a distance with Ellie. He reaches the truck thats waiting out front and opens the door. It’s empty. He gestures you for you keep back as he makes his way round to the other side where you can’t see him anymore.
“Joel?” Tess says as she gestures for you to follow her. You find Joel round the back of the vehicle, looking in to find it empty. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I don't know.”
“They went inside.” Ellie says, spotting the trail of blood leading up the steps.
“Come on.” Tess grabs Ellie’s arm, marching her up toward the building.
“Tess!” Joel shouts after her.
“Tess, wait! We don't know what’s in there!” You call, but she’s already gone.
You and Joel run after the, freshly reloaded guns at the ready. As you walk through the door you see bodies and blood everywhere.
“Holy shit!” Ellie says, stepping over a corpse.
“I mean, there’s gotta be a fuckin’ radio or something right?” Tess searches around frantically.
“Who killed them?” Ellie asks.
“FEDRA?” You suggest, as Joel uses his foot to turn one of the corpses over.
“One of them got bit. The healthy fought the sick. Everyone lost.” Joel explains, turning when he hears banging behind him. “Tess? What are you doin’?”
“Where did Marlene say that she was taking you? Ellie?” Tess ignores Joel, walking past him.
“Uh, I don't know. Just west.”
“Just west. Fuck! Okay, well, I mean, one of them’s gotta have a map on them right? Joel can you help me? Y/N?”
“No!” Joel shouts. “Tess, its over! We are going home!”
“That’s not my fucking home!” She shouts back and the room falls into a shocked silence. Her and Joel stare at each other for a moment. “I’m staying.”
“Tess…?” You take a step forward and she looks at you. There’s that sadness again.
“I mean…” she starts, looking at Joel again “our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
“Fuck.” Ellie whispers causing you and Joel to turn to her. “She’s infected.”
Your eyes immediately fly to Tess. It makes sense now.
“No…” you whisper, feeling panic start to rise “No!”
You move forward, but Joel puts his arm out to block you.
“Show me.” Joel demands.
“Joel-” Tess takes a step toward him but he steps back. She sighs, pulling back her collar to reveal an infected bite on her lower neck. “oops, right?” She jokes, but no one laughs. “Take your bandage off.” she says to Ellie, who does as she’s told, revealing the bite on her arm. It’s not infected at all.
Tess goes over to Ellie, taking her arm and showing Joel.
“Look, this is real. Joel, she’s fucking real!” Tess’ hand starts shaking, she hides it behind her back. You feel your eyes fill up with tears. “I need you to get her to Bill and Frank’s.”
“No”
“They’ll take her off your hands, they’ll handle it from here.”
“No, no, no, I cant. They won’t take her. They’re not gonna take her.”
“They will cause you’ll convince them. Yes, you will.” She pauses “I- I never ask you for anything, not to feel the way I felt, not to-”
“No-”
“Shut the fuck up cause I don't have time.” She’s trying not to cry. “This is your chance. You get her there, you keep her alive, and you set everything right. All the shit we did. Please say yes, Joel. Please.”
Suddenly an infected shrieks on the floor being Ellie and she runs to you. Instinctively you put your arms around her to protect her as Joel charges forward, shooting it in the head.
You all watch in horror as roots grow up from under its hand, growing around its fingers. Joel rushes to the door and as he opens it you hear the snarls of infected in the distance.
“How many?” Tess asks.
“All of them. Maybe a minute.”
“Shit!” you say, your heart pounding now.
Tess jumps to action, knocking over barrels of fuel.
“What are you doing?” Ellie asks.
“Making sure they don't follow you.” She throws a box of grenades on the ground. “Joel…” she says gently “save who you can.”
Suddenly you understand what she’s doing.
“No, no, no, Tess no!” You panic and she walks over to you.
“Remember what I said-”
“This is my fault.” You cry and she takes your face in her shaking hands.
“This is NOT your fault.”
“I didn’t help you, I should have helped you- I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry!” You start to sob uncontrollably.
“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for. Look at me. I meant what I said on the roof. When I lost my son, I thought that was it for me. And then you came along and you gave me a chance to be a mother again. A reason to be better. You made me better.” She places her forehead against yours. “Thank you!”
You feel a hand take yours and turn to see Joel stood next to you. He looks at you with glassy eyes and gives you a small reassuring nod. He gently pulls you away from Tess as she lets her shaking hands slip from your face. Joel grabs Ellie by the arm, pulling her with you as the three of you start to walk away.
“No! We’re not leaving her!” Ellie protests but Joel drags her out, literally kicking and screaming. “Get off me you fucker! I’m not going with you!”
You take one last look behind you at Tess, before leaving her stood alone.
The three of you race out the back of the building. You just about make it to a safe distance before the whole place explodes, the force of it sending you crashing to the floor. Joel jumps up, gun aimed at the building incase any infected make it out. You and Ellie sit there panting to catch your breath, watching the flames engulf the building. You notice a tear roll down Ellie’s cheek and reach out to touch her arm, but she pulls away from you and gets to her feet. After a moment Joel turns to you and holds out his hand to help you up before starting the walk to your next destination. You and Ellie share a look, Ellie shrugs her shoulder and follows him.
You look back at the building one final time, absently mindedly rubbing the bandage around your wounded hand.
“Thank you Tess.”
😭
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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader onshot where Joe surprises reader with a trip to the beach and while there, Joe has another surprise for reader? He proposes in a sweet and romantic way! ❤️
A/N Omg yes! Once again, I’m so sorry about the wait😭. I have the attention span of a goldfish istg. Here we go!
Love Of My Life
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Joe Mazzello x fem! reader.
Warnings: FLUFFF. Marriage proposal.
"I'm not complaining in any way but what gave you the idea to wake me up at 6'oclock in the morning to take me down to the beach?"
You stared at your boyfriend as he focused on the road. You'd been driving for 2 hours and it was coming up 8:30am. Joe had gently shaken you awake three hours before your alarm would've and told you to get ready for a road trip.
You'd sat up with bleary eyes to ask him where you were going and nearly pounced him when he replied with, "the beach." You loved the beach and he knew it, this knowledge allowing him to be able to pack your bags for you while you slept. After showering together, you'd eaten breakfast and then loaded your luggage into the car before taking off.
You currently sat shotgun with Master of Puppets blaring from the radio as you speed down the highway, awaiting the answer to your question. Joe shrugged before replying.
"I know you've been stressed out with work lately and we haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time together cause I've been away filming so I thought it might be nice for us to have a little getaway."
You were very satisfied with that answer and proceeded to play air guitar to yourself while Joe was inwardly much more panicked. While that was true, there was one crucial part he'd left out. A velvet ring box was currently tucked away in a hidden pocket and burning a hole through the bottom of his suitcase. As you continued to dance in your seat, oblivious to your boyfriend's internal crisis, you were also unaware of a certain Malek's car trailing a couple behind your own.
You laughed and pulled Joe yelling down onto the sand with you. He braced his arms by your head to stop himself before he fell on top of you. His big, brown eyes zeroed in adoringly on yours and all you could see in them was endless, genuine love and... a hint of nervousness? You sat up and cradled his face in your hands.
"Joe, baby, you look worried. Is everything okay?"
He stood up and held out a hand for you. You followed him as he moved the two of you to a picnic blanket covered in rose petals and a bottle of champagne in the corner. The sun was beginning to set, shrouding the world in a pink and gold haze. Joe stared into the distance off to the side of your head. He nodded, seemingly to himself and turned his attention back to you.
"I'm okay babe."
He took a deep breath and held your hands in his.
"Y/n. I have known you for 20 incredible years but it feels like I've known you my whole life. You're my other half, my best friend, my soulmate, although you'll have to fight Rami and Ben for those titles."
You giggled, eyes shining with anticipation. Joe continued.
"The day I met you would turn out to be the greatest day of my life, until the day I finally asked you to be mine. But now I'm hoping today will become the new greatest day of my life when I ask you to be mine forever. You make my life worth living and I don't want to live it without you. So, Y/n M/n L/n."
He got down on one knee and you gasped as he pulled the ring box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you'd seen in your life.
"My beautiful, darling girl, will you do me the greatest honor of my life, and marry me?"
You nodded fiercely, too overwhelmed with love and emotion to speak.
"Yes? Really?"
"Yes! A million time over, yes! Yes I will marry you Joseph Francis Mazzello III."
Joe slid the ring on your finger and spun you around, laughing at the use of his full name and crying tears of pure, unadulterated joy. Through your tears you had failed to notice the slight flashing of a camera to your far left. Rami was crouched in the bushes with a Nikon and had been taking pictures the whole time.
What you thought had been a distracted gaze and self-assuring nod from your fiancé was actually a signal to his best friend to channel his inner paparazzi. You grinned at Rami and gave him a wave, still crying but the happiest you'd ever been. You would be marrying the love of your life soon. He kissed you once again and whispered his I love you's over and over like a mantra in your ear.
Best beach trip ever.
- Sarah💛
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Chapter 9: ups and downs
summary: secrets are finally revealed and wow, they hurt. pairing: spencer reid x reader TW: some fluff, a lotta angst, cursing because I cant help myself :) words: 2.2K a/n: I’m so so so sorry this took so long 😭 just had the busiest few weeks and even busier times are coming up as my finals have started. Creativity has also been very low for this story, so lmao… thank the lord I storyboarded most of this weeks ago :) Have a lovely day, sweethearts 💖
SPENCER REID MASTERLIST
Spencer closed his book when you put down the small package in front of him. He was early to the cafe where you were supposed to meet and had chosen a table outside, the sun warming him up. In anticipation of your arrival, he had started reading his book. He got to read 56 pages until you surprised him with the small box that was now sitting on front of him, a little bow on top.
“What’s this?” he looked up at your face, eyes twinkling and his cheeks a little bit red - be it from the sun or from seeing you again. You bend down to place a kiss on his reddened cheek and then sat in the chair opposite of him.
“Open it,” you nudged, a giddy smile on your face as the sun illuminated your face, your eyes bright.
Careful, he unwrapped the bow and opened the little box, “you got me a personalized pumpkin mug?”
His name was painted on the side in cursive, the mug itself was shaped like a pumpkin, painted bright orange, a brown handle that resembled the stem.
“Key word is made,” you gently smiled as you flagged down the waiter to order a tea, “you want another coffee?” you gestured to his almost empty cup.
“Uh, yes,” he looked closer at the mug again, “I’m sorry, you said made? Did you make this for me?”
You gave your order to the waiter before answering Spencer, doubt starting to set in at his reaction, “yeah, I have a monthly pottery class thing…”
“Oh, and you mentioned liking Halloween, so thought you’d like it,” you quickly added, “but if you don’t then that’s also fine!”
Your left hand was laying on the table, and you were picking the nail again. Spencer noticed out of the corner of his eye and he quickly wrapped his hand around yours, effectively stopping the thoughts that were rushing through your head, “sweetheart, I love it.”
You lightly bit on your lip, the warmth of his hand welcome on yours and your heart felt a little bit lighter, “you do?”
“No one has ever done something like this for me, thank you so much,” he added, a genuine smile present on his face, “although now I kinda feel bad for not bringing you something.”
Laughter bubbled out of your throat, “please, I had no inspiration during class, so you kinda helped me out there!”
The barista brought over your order and you quickly sipped from the tea, your left hand still wrapped up into Spencer’s.
After a moment of peace, you brought up what had been weighing down on you for the last two days.
“We do need to talk about something, though.”
His face contorted in a frown at those words, not expecting a heavy conversation at all today, “is this a break-up gift? Are you already breaking up with me?”
You squeezed his hand, “didn’t know we were a thing yet, doc.”
He flushed instantly and looked down at your joined hands, “well, is it?”
“Just wait until you hear what I’ve got to say,” you cringed when the sentence left your mouth, not at all how you wanted to say it. You really needed to think before uttering whatever thought was going through your mind.
Spencer looked even more stressed now, but stayed quiet so you could speak.
“So, you know about the match thing, right?” You eyed his reaction. Even though you had talked about it, you wanted to stress this part. He nodded and raised his eyebrows in question.
“Yeah, well, god-, okay so I really was never interested in it?” You took another sip from your tea, delaying the conversation endlessly.
“Y/n, just spit it out please, I’m dying over here,” he awkwardly laughed, his leg bouncing up and down at a rapid speed.
“Okay, uhm, apparently my friend took some of my hair, sent it in and the system matched me with someone, all without my knowledge,” the words tumbled out of your mouth at a rapid speed, but Spencer had heard every single one of them, his heart pouncing against his chest. How were you still this civil with him if you knew about the match?
“Can you say something?” the pained expression on your face and the slight crack in your voice brought him back to the conversation.
“Oh, sorry, I- I thought you weren’t done yet,” this was just plain awkward now. What was happening?
“Uh, so, do you know who you’re matched with then?” He asked, cringing as well because this was just a stupid question to ask if you already knew.
You shook your head, “no, I wanted to talk to you about it first.”
Relief flowed through him for a second, but it returned quickly, realization setting in that he had to tell you, now better than later.
Before he could say something, you spoke up again.
“It’s just, I really like this,” you gestured between the two of you, “and I really want to see what will happen, if that makes sense?”
Okay, this was great. This was absolutely great. If you never opened the email and the account, you would never know he was your match and you’d never have to find out what shit he pulled to get here in the first place. Right?
He nodded and you continued, “but, I also feel responsible for my match? Like, it’s not their fault my friend sent in my DNA and I feel bad for leaving them hanging.
“It’s apparently been a few weeks, I think, so yeah.”
Spencer licked his lips. He couldn't lie to you anymore, but how was he supposed to play this out? How did he start this in the best way, with a minimum of fall-out?
“Okay, can I say something?” He asked and you squeezed his hand.
This was the moment this whole thing went to shit probably, but he had lied enough throughout this whole relationship — is it still a relationship?
“So, I think this whole the match stuff is… just fascinating,” he started and he licked his lips, trying to think of the next words.
“And, the science behind it is just amazing. It’s such a pure form of extracting the DNA and then amplification of the genomes-“
“Spence,” you tapped his hand before he went on a whole tangent of how DNA worked and why this technique was so unique.
“Sorry,” he cringed as he scrunched his nose.
“No, no, I love when you go on explaining something I don’t understand, it’s just- what did you wanna say?”
“Yeah, so the matching-“
Honestly, the universe must be against his decision of telling you the truth, because his phone started ringing aggressively in his satchel. When he took it out and saw Hotch’s name, he knew this had to wait until later. Again.
“I am so sorry, but I have to go,” he told you when he got of the call and gathered his things.
“Oh, that’s okay,” you said, not even knowing whatever he wanted to say would potentially break your heart in a million pieces.
He couldn’t believe you were always this kind and soft and sweet and that you liked him for him, even if he was lying at the moment.
“I’ll text you when I get back?” He said, as if he was asking for permission to hear your sweet voice in his ears again after a horrible case.
“Yeah, please do,” you gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before waving him off as he speeded off.
* * *
It had been two days since you last saw Spencer. The case had been longer than they anticipated and he texted that they would get home in a few hours. He hadn’t said anything about coming over or doing something together, so you guessed he was just exhausted from the case and wanted some alone time.
These two days were pretty nerve wracking for you. You had a few paperwork days at work and hadn’t talked to Sian yet about the whole ordeal. Talking about the whole ordeal — you had gone back into your deleted mails folder and had found all the emails that the company sent you.
How could you have missed it? After a few emails, you had blocked the email account, so you never saw the next few mails pop in.
Hi there! Your match is ready for you!
Hi, your match has been waiting for you!
Click here to finally get to know your match!
If you could’ve just opened one of these mails, you wouldn’t be in the situation you’re in now.
You really wanted to hear Spencer’s opinion on this before you did anything, but you had been patiently waiting for so long already and your patience was wearing thin.
At best, this match thing wouldn’t work out. I mean, they could be from another continent. And did you really have time and patience to date someone from thousands of miles away?
At worst, this person was perfect for you and then you’d have to decide between two people. And honestly, how would it feel for either of them? If you chose one, you’d break the others heart, but you’d also make the other person feel like they were just that — a choice.
Fuck it. You thought and you clicked on the link in the email.
The website opened up, simple and sleek and your picture appeared in the middle of it, asking to verify if it was really you.
You uploaded a copy of your driver’s license and it took a second to verify. How did they get your picture anyway?
The account opened up, your face and you name in the middle of the webpage, as a prompt appeared under it.
“Ready to meet your match? Click here to reveal them.”
You licked your lips and moved the cursor over the prompt. This was it. Should you wait for Spencer? But what if this person really is you soulmate?
The next few things happened in quick succession. At first, your browser took a really long time to load after you had clicked on the link. It frustrated you so much, you clapped your hand on your thigh, willing the computer to push through and get you out of the suspense that was very close to killing you.
Then your face appeared, next to a very familiar face.
“Spencer?”
You blinked a couple of times, trying to see if you were imagining things or if this was reality. What was this, some kind of sick joke?
Is all this matching business just a joke? No, it couldn’t be? Sian had met her match and it seemed legit?
Did this mean Spencer already knew you were his match, he just hid the truth? Had he been lying for weeks on end now?
After Sian lying to you about submitting your DNA, this was just the cherry on top of the lies that had been thrown into your face, if it was true. There was the possibility Spencer didn’t know about it either, as you knew he was a bit technologically challenged.
It still hurt though. Your best friend lied to you and now the man you were dating could have been lying to you.
So when Spencer texted that he got home safely, you didn’t reply but got in your car. The short drive took ages as you tapped the steering wheel with your fingers, willing the car in front of you to push the gas.
The radio was turned off in the car, giving you a moment to think about everything. The combination of everything made your heart burn in your chest, tears making their way up to your eyes when you shut off the car in front of Spencer’s place.
You trudged up the stairs, refusing to stand in the elevator with someone else as mascara was smeared around your eyes.
The wooden door was the only obstacle between the two of you now. Between the truth and the what had been your reality for a few weeks.
You raised your fist, your knuckles connecting to the wood, a hollow sound reverberating through the hallway.
“‘M coming,” the muffled sound came through and you could swear your heart stopped for a second when you heard his voice.
How could this beautiful voice have lied to you?
Doubt was starting to creep in as the footsteps grew closer to the door. Were you overreacting? It wasn’t something that would end your life, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt.
The door creaked open, and Spencer was rubbing a towel through his damp hair. His expression must’ve matched yours as he saw your face, the mascara streaks under your eyes, the glimmer of tears present.
“You know,” he croaked out, not even a question as he felt lightheaded all of a sudden.
The fact that he said these exact words, was enough confirmation for you that he had, in fact been lying to you and didn’t even bother to hide that fact.
You simply nodded as the look on your face shifted from sadness to something else, something more ambiguous - a mix of anger and disappointment.
“yeah.”
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