#y'all are gonna be SHOOK

[nerves-nebula]

*voice of exhaustion* you guys are like, so moronically white

[isalabells]

ahh yes the infamous 'Macron posting a sentimental and surprisingly heartfelt video compilation of Angie and him in December 2021' to 'tumblr users isalabells and @youreorangeyoumoron dedicate hours to sending each other fam screen caps of who gets to use informal you with whom and when' pipeline🍻

when Monsieur Emmanuel said vive l'amitié franco-allemande, this is what he meant!!

[ilikeevilblondes]

Breaststroke

18+ MDNI!

Summary: Joel, single dad extraordinaire, is struggling to teach his daughter how to swim. You end up teaching Sarah over the course of a few weekly swimming classes. One fortunate day, Joel accidentally stumbles upon a rather intimate situation involving you in the shower rooms after hours. He’s about to leave, but right before he can, he hears his own name spilling out in a desperate moan from your lips.

TL;DR: It’s more fun to stay in the YMCA (shower rooms) (because that’s where Joel fucks you.)

W.C: ~7.7k

Warnings: Singledad!Joel x swimmingteacher!reader, softdom!joel, accidental voyeurism, mutual masturbation, blowjobs, praise, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, shower sex, pull out and pray, implied age gap, Joel’s got that daddy humour (no outbreak!)

Note: waiter! waiter! some plot with my porn, please! sorry, you freaks, mama had to stretch the narrative before the rawdogging. and sorry for the late upload, the flu was not gucci. hope y'all enjoy as always, though! and if you got any reqs, feel free to send them my way 🤓

@pedrospurplerain

According to HealthyChildren.org, most children in America begin to learn how to swim by their fourth birthday. Basic abilities like floating and treading water can be ingrained in their motor skills at that point, and by the ripe age of five or six, most children will have been able to freestyle across any urine-defiled public pool.

Joel sighed as he watched his five-year-old angel scream and hiss at the local YMCA pool, refusing even to dip a toe into the chlorinated abyss.

“Sarah, pumpkin, you’re not a cat.” He sighed, pinching his curved nose bridge.

Sarah merely shot him a dirty look, the dirtiest a toddler could muster. She crossed her arms over her chest, the bright orange inflatable armbands around her upper arms squeaking as she did so.

“I don’t wanna go in there, daddy.” Sarah humphed.

Joel shook his head, looking up at her from where he sat in the shallow area of the gym’s pool. His little treasure, bless her heart, was stubbornly standing over the ledge and peering down at him with both fear and unwavering defiance.

“Y’gotta, pumpkin.” Joel ran a hand through his wet hair.

Of all the dads in the world, Joel would not say he was among the worst percentile. He certainly tried his best to do anything and provide everything for his little girl; working as many shifts as he could to pay for her school (his kid somehow, thankfully, didn’t get his brains and was starting first grade ahead of schedule), moving into a ‘nicer’ neighbourhood, and spoiling her with all the stuffed toys and lego sets her little heart desired.

Being a single dad wasn’t easy, to put it simply. Joel would’ve thought, owing to karmic nonsense, the universe could have been a bit nicer to him for the measly crime of forgetting to teach his daughter how to swim. But there he was, staring up at a child more hydrophobic than a rabies survivor.

“Can we go home, Daddy? Please?” Sarah stomped her little foot down onto the tiled floor.

“We will, sugar, I promise. Just, not until you at least try to step down here.”

Sarah shook her head wildly.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” She said, more decisively.

“Says who?” Joel raised a dark brow.

“Me.”

“Remind me again, pumpkin, are you the adult or the child in this relationship?”

“You’re the one in the kiddie side of the pool, Daddy.” Sarah giggled, revealing a toothy grin.

Joel sighed through a smile. God, this kid was too smart for him. She was gonna be the death of him.

Mumbling something to the effect of ‘smartass’ under his breath, Joel treaded to the end and hoisted himself up, towering over his three-foot-nothing daughter and dripping chlorine-infected water down onto the ground.

“You wanna switch places?” He crossed his arms over his broad, bare chest, nodding his head toward the pool.

“Nope!” Sarah smiled.

Joel was about to give up for the day and take his troublemaker home only to return the next weekend, when he suddenly felt a tentative finger tap his shoulder.

He whipped around to see a girl, much younger than him—and much shorter, too, dressed in the standard red lifeguard one-piece uniform. 

“Sorry to intrude,” You began, biting your lip. “I couldn’t help but overhear.”

Joel blinked, not realising he had to reply to your remark like a normal fucking human would. Instead, he opted for the less popular, uncivilised caveman method of furrowing his brows and blinking madly.

He was too distracted by the way your swimsuit clung tightly over your body. Too mesmerised by the droplets of water sliding in slow motion down your curves. Not to mention that disarmingly pretty smile of yours. 

God, he’d been too single for too long.

“Hello!” The reason for his singleness beamed up at you and waddled closer. “I’m Sarah.”

Your smile stretched wider as you bent down to meet her eye level and introduce yourself in return. Sarah repeated your name back to you delightedly, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

After making a comment about how ‘cool’ her floaters were, you straightened up and met Joel’s coffee-brown gaze.

“Anyway.” You absentmindedly tucked a stray piece of wet hair behind your ear. “Um, well, I overheard your situation. And, uh, just wanted to let you know that the gym hosts free introductory swimming lessons every Saturday afternoon. I teach the classes, actually, and you and your daughter are more than welcome to come, mister…?”

By some miracle, Joel was able to move his mouth and properly communicate this time.

“Miller. Joel Miller.” He managed to say without so much as a stutter, smiling politely at you and sticking out a hand.

You took his hand in yours and shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Miller-Joel-Miller. That Italian?” Your laugh was a sweet sound and, at risk of being completely predictable, music to his ears.

“The only Italian in me, sweetheart, is from the canned ravioli we had for lunch today.” Joel chuckled. “And we’d be more than happy to come, wouldn’t we, Sarah?” 

To punctuate his claim, he flashed Sarah a look.

A frown cut into her soft features, but she relented. 

“Yes, we would.” Sarah sighed dejectedly.

“Great! Um. Here’s the flier.” You produced a colourful leaflet and held it out to Joel. He took it. “It has the times and details and, uh, that’s my phone number on the bottom, there.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Joel pocketed it. “We’ll be there.”

“I look forward to seeing you two then.” You smiled again.

Joel would’ve fallen to his knees if you had stayed longer with that damn smile of yours. But you turned around to speedwalk towards the other side of the pool, blowing your whistle and reprimanding a bunch of teenagers running across the slippery poolside.

And if he thought the front of you was stunning, he was quickly shown that your back view was just as providing.

“You’re staring,” Sarah observed, tugging at his arm.

Joel cleared his throat.

“Let’s go home, pumpkin.” He ruffled her hair, much to a fit of giggles, and led his daughter away from the outdoor pool.

—-------

Saturday afternoon did not come quickly enough. 

After a week of late nights spent finishing drywall and early mornings making Sarah’s lunch—because there was no way in hell she was going to eat whatever junk-filled shit the American school system provided in cafeterias—Joel was tired, to say the least.

By three o’clock sharp, he had arrived at the pool with his daughter dressed to the nines in a robot-themed swimsuit and bright green goggles that suctioned so hard into her little face that she looked wide-eyed and cartoonish.

And when four o’clock had rolled around, Joel was happy to report that his daughter had finally worked up the nerve to get in the pool. With your help (and some floppy-haired assistant coach), Sarah had also managed to do some basic swimming manoeuvres without clinging to the side for dear life and frothing at the mouth.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Joel approached you after the session had officially ended, and Sarah was dried off and warm. “Just wanted to thank you. And, uh, Coach Bryan for, you know…”

“No thanks necessary, Mr Miller.” You winked, then bent down to Sarah, who stood beside her father. “You did great, Sarah. Really.”

Sarah smiled sheepishly. Joel chuckled at her bashful demeanour and ruffled her hair affectionately.

“Same time next week, Coach?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” You saluted him and walked off toward the shower rooms, a towel around your shoulders and a spring to your step.

Joel shook his head, smiling, and took Sarah home in a better mood than he had been that morning.

—-

Joel quickly learned that the swimming lessons were beneficial to both him and his daughter. Sarah was speedily conquering her fear of water, and Joel was… well, Joel spent a lot of time talking to you when you weren’t in the pool. And afterwards, too, when the rest of the kids had already left and there were no other parents to chat your ear off.

“You’re taking a gap year?” Joel mused after one particularly smooth sailing session, taking off his sunglasses and hanging them on the hem of his shirt.

“Yep. Just taking a break after college so I can figure out what I wanna do in life.” You shrugged. “Is being a contractor any fun?”

“Well, sweetheart, I doubt you’d like it very much.” Joel smiled, glueing his eyes to yours with steely resolve. 

He was not going to look down at your body this time. He was not going to ogle the tight fit of your one-piece. He was better than the average man.

Besides, you were definitely too young for him. Possibly even young enough to be his daughter. You’d likely recoil in disgust and horror and, possibly, contact the local authorities to capture him, the creepy older man, if he were to ever make a move.

“Eh. I was open to the idea.” You laughed, shaking your head. “But I guess it’s dominated by big, strong hunks like you, huh?”

“I mean, I—” Joel began, but cut himself off upon realising what you had just said.

He blinked. Did you just flirt with him?

As if sensing that Joel was getting somewhere other than friendly banter with her swimming teacher, Sarah jogged up to the two of you.

“Daddy, I’m hungry. Let’s go home!” She pulled at his wrist.

Joel cleared his throat, offered you a quick goodbye, and led his daughter outside back to their car.

—-

“I promise it’s funny.” Bryan nudged your shoulder, giving you a very indiscreet once-over.

Joel was shamelessly eavesdropping on your post-lesson conversation as he towelled Sarah’s unruly hair nearby. Not to be nosy, of course, just to find out whether he was your boyfriend or not. Out of pure curiosity, really. No ulterior motive whatsoever…

“I somehow doubt that.” You hummed, no amusement evident in your unimpressed tone.

“Okay, so, there’s this ginger, a brunette, and a blonde—”

“I’ll stop you right there, Bryan, is the punchline, by any chance, ‘breaststroke’?”

“Well, shit.” Bryan sighed.

Joel chuckled to himself, giving Sarah one last tousle with the towel before settling it over her shoulders. 

He concluded you either hated your boyfriend, or he wasn’t your boyfriend at all. 

Joel preferred the second option.

—-

“I’m just getting some water. You okay with the kids?” You pulled yourself out of the pool, glancing at Bryan.

“Yep. All good here,” He called back.

With a nod, you draped your towel over your shoulders and made your way towards the deck chair that held your things.

It seemed that the heavens were smiling on you that day, too, because none other than Mr Miller himself occupied the chair beside yours.

And what a sight he was.

Sun-bathing, his sunglasses resting over closed eyes, and his broad, bare, tanned chest exposed to all. 

“Having fun there, Mr Miller?” You smiled, taking a seat on your chair, bringing your water bottle to your lips.

Joel lowered his sunglasses and very discreetly let his gaze travel down your body. 

You bit back a grin. He always thought he was so subtle.

“Absolutely, coach. Need to set a timer, though, or I’ll end up medium well-done.” Joel sat up, facing you.

You snorted at his dad-humour.

“Tan looks great.” You commented, wiping your brow with your towel.

“You think?” Joel smiled, reaching for the can of soda on his side table and taking a sip. “Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

“No problem at all, Mr Miller.” You licked your lips, your gaze momentarily caught on his … form-fitting trunks. “Well, I better get back to it.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” He pushed his sunglasses back up his aquiline nose.

“My—oh! Oh. Bryan? No. Ew,” You held back a gag. “No. No. God, no.”

Joel chuckled.

“I think you may need one more ‘no’ to prove your point there, darlin’.”

“No.” You played along. “Him and I are strictly friends. Besides, he isn’t my type.”

“He isn’t?” 

“I like my men like I like my cheese.” You shrugged, standing up.

“Don’t say smelly.” Joel laughed.

You opened your mouth but decided to leave your preferences shrouded in mystery as you began walking off.

Well, until you threw him a look over your shoulder, catching him in the act of staring at your ass, but pretending not to notice.

“Aged.”

Joel choked on nothing while you innocently walked away like you hadn’t just made a heavily suggestive remark.

—-

“Daddy? Can I go talk to Amanda for a second?” Sarah asked, her gaze flickering over to a plait-wearing blonde girl nearby.

“Yeah, okay, sugar. Be quick, though. Tommy’s coming over soon.” Joel squeezed her shoulder before letting her run off, her wet flip-flops squeaking against the tiled poolside as she approached her friend.

Joel shook his head and smiled. He was so proud of his girl for overcoming her phobia. Maybe he needed to treat her to ice-cream one of these days–

“Hi, Mr Miller.”

After craning his head, Joel found you standing behind him. Bright-eyed and wearing that same, impossibly tight, lifeguard swimsuit. Thank God for nylon.

“Hey, coach.” Joel offered you a lopsided grin. 

“I just wanted to say, I’ve been really impressed with your daughter over these past few weeks.”

“She’s a fast learner.” Joel moved beside you, still facing Sarah and her little friend but keeping his eyes trained on you. “Unlike me.”

“Does she get it from your wife, then…?”

Joel couldn’t shake his head faster. “No wife.”

And there went his eyes, dragging down your slightly wet body. Christ, it was like you jumped straight out of a Baywatch episode—keep it together, Miller!

“Oh.” You coughed. “So that’s why all the moms flock around you.”

Joel let out a short laugh. “I think you’re exaggerating, sweetheart.”

You took a quick glimpse at the hoard of middle-aged women unabashedly staring at the wide-shouldered man next to you before returning your sights to the wide-shouldered man himself.

“I don’t think I am.” Your lips pulled upward in a small smile. “Well, anyway. Just wanted to catch you before our final lesson next week.”

“Our final lesson’s next week?” Joel sputtered out, sounding way less calm and collected than he had intended.

“Yeah. Unless you want to learn how to swim, too.”

“I think I’m all covered in that department, darlin’.” Joel smiled. “But thank you. For everything. I know this whole shindig is free, but I just wish there was some way I could repay you.”

You clicked your tongue and, if Joel caught that correctly, lowered your voice.

“I’m sure we can find some way for you to pay me back, Mr Miller.” You said innocently, but your half-lidded eyes told another story.

Before he could so much as utter out the first syllable of a reply, Sarah came darting back.

“Okay, Daddy, let’s go!” She took her father by the hand and spared you a glance. “Bye, coach!”

Joel tried to hide both his shock from your very obvious innuendo as well as his disappointment from his daughter’s very poor timing.

He rubbed a hand down the lower half of his face and nodded at his daughter. “Let’s go then, pumpkin.” He gripped her hand and turned to you with a slightly dazed smile. “I’ll see you next week, sweetheart.”

“That you will, Mr Miller.” With a quick wink, you spun around on your heel and made your way toward the shower rooms.

—-

As fate would have it, barely half an hour later, Joel found himself sighing unhappily and looking down at his daughter as he attempted to contain his frustrations.

“We just got home—what do you mean, you left your goggles at the pool?” Joel said through a deep exhale.

“Sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to forget them.” Sarah shuffled her feet, her eyes locked on the floor in front of her and her fingers twisting the bottom of her t-shirt.

Tommy stuck his head out from the kitchen, one hand clutching a can of Bud Light and the other braced on the doorframe.

“Yeah, Joel, she didn’t mean to.” He piped in, unhelpfully.

“Shut up, Tommy,” Joel grumbled, shooting him a quick glare.

His brother just smirked and took a sip of his beer.

Joel sighed and turned back to Sarah, pinching his nose bridge. “Look, pumpkin, it’s fine. I’ll just drive back to the pool and get ‘em for you, okay?”

Sarah frowned. “Will you be back in time for dinner?”

“Yeah, Joel, you better be. You’re the one making it.” Tommy let out a dramatic huff.

Joel ignored him.

“Won’t take but a hot minute.” Joel ruffled Sarah’s unruly curls and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head before turning away toward the front door.

“Say ‘hi’ to sweetheart for me, if you see her!” Sarah smiled up at him.

Joel paused mid-step, his shoes halfway on.

“Hi to who, now?” Tommy leaned closer.

“That ain’t her name, pumpkin.” Joel chose not to look directly at Tommy as he huffed out another sigh and yanked his shoes fully on.

“Ain’t that what you call her, though?”

“Now, who are you callin’ ‘sweetheart’, Joel Miller?” Tommy wore a shit-eating grin on his face.

Joel decidedly ignored him, believing it to be the best course of action.

“Watch my kid, Tommy!” He called as he stepped out of the house.

—--

The pool area was mostly deserted by the time Joel returned to it, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the lengthy stretch of lane-roped waters.

Joel walked a slow lap around the perimeter of the pool, scanning the tiles and lounge chairs and the lone lifeguard tower for any sign of Sarah’s goggles.

Nothing.

Turning around, Joel’s eyes landed on the entrance to the womens’ locker rooms. He huffed out a heavy sigh, running his hand through his grey-flecked hair. He would have preferred to not snoop in there in fear of startling any lingering guests, but he decided that there wouldn’t be anyone this close to closing time on a Sunday and, moreover, didn’t want to come home empty-handed and disappoint his daughter.

So, on he went.

The locker rooms were quiet when he tentatively stepped inside, the scent of chlorine and cheap soap clinging to the air. 

Fortunately, it seemed that he was the only one in its vicinity.

And, even more fortunately, Joel immediately spotted Sarah’s bright green goggles lying by its lonesome on a bench near the showers.

Gotcha.

He was ready to make a beeline for them and head quickly home, but upon taking a few steps forward, Joel’s ears caught the distant sound of a shower running.

Turning his head toward the source of the splashing sounds, Joel’s eyes immediately noticed a swimsuit hanging precariously off the shower curtain rod.

But not just any swimsuit. It was a red one-piece with what appeared to be ‘lifeguard’ in bold, along the front.

It was your swimsuit. 

You were in the shower.

Joel pursed his lips. Just his fucking luck. Of course, the inappropriately young girl he tried not fantasising about for weeks was the only other person there.

Mentally chastising himself for even entering the locker rooms in the first place, Joel pivoted sharply and began making his way toward the exit.

He didn’t get very far, though, because, after two intentionally light steps, he heard his own name drifting from the steaming shower.

“Joel…”

He stiffened. Evidently, he was caught. He’d have to apologise profusely and somehow testify that he was not, in fact, a perverted Peeping Tom—

“Joel,” You sighed, followed by … shit, was that a moan?

And at that moment, Joel realised that, alongside the splashing of water echoing from the stall, there was the unmistakable clap and squelch of—

“Joel! Oh… fuck,” Your breathy moan carried easily down the short hall.

You were fucking yourself to the thought of him.

Shit, shit, shit.

If Joel were a better man, he would already be in his car, driving home. He would have forgotten this encounter had ever occurred, tucked it deep into the depths of his mind, granted you a curt farewell for the final lesson the coming week, and proceeded to never see you again.

But Joel wasn’t a better man.

Judging by how quickly his dick came to life to rest, half-hard, against his thigh in his swim trunks, Joel was an awful person.

Well, he couldn’t come home nursing a semi, now could he?

Yeah. Reaching down to pull his throbbing cock out of his waistband was the right thing to do.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he leaned against a corner and slowly slid his fist down his stiffening length.

“Joel! Fuck, your cock feels so good!” Your pitchy whine floated down the room, amplified by the generosity of the tile acoustics.

Joel’s dick twitched in his hand. 

Out of habit, he tightened his grip around his base and fucked up into his fist, squeezing his eyes shut and pretending it was your tight cunt he was jutting in and out of.

And it wasn’t hard to pretend, either. What with the sinful noises you were making a few stalls away, and the desperate pleas of ‘that’s it, Joel, fuck me harder!’

With pearls of precum dribbling down his tip and smearing along his hand with each thrust, Joel felt himself near his release. Judging by the increasingly airy quality of your whines, you were facing the same predicament.

Joel continued to fuck his fist, picturing you in various filthy scenarios. 

You, slowly wrapping your dainty hand around his hard-on and eagerly taking over.

You, on your knees, choking on his cock. 

You, tits smushed against tile as Joel fucked you with reckless abandon under the hot torrents of the showerhead.

Ramming brutally into your greedy fucking pussy, watching as his come-soaked dick disappeared in and out of your tight channel—

“Fuck!” Joel cursed aloud after a particularly enthusiastic thrust.

Suddenly, the water stopped. So did your noises.

Joel stilled. Oh, shit.

“Hello?” Came your voice, meekly. “Is … Is someone there?”

As silently as he could, Joel released his hold on his cock and carefully tucked himself back in his trunks.

Shit. What was he going to do?

Almost immediately after he regained his decency, the shower curtain slid halfway open with a faint metallic rattle, and you cautiously peered out, hiding most of your body behind the vinyl barrier.

“...Mr Miller?” You said, uncertainly, as if half-convinced he was some kind of dreamlike apparition.

Joel cleared his throat and took an instinctive step back.

“Uh—yeah. Just, uh… goggles. Sarah’s goggles.” He stuttered, holding them up weakly. “Her goggles. She left them here. The goggles.”

“Well, thank god you clarified that.” You smacked your lips, a sarcastic bite to your tone. The snarkiness soon faded from your expression once you added, with knitted brows, “you’re in the womens’ showers.”

“Yeah, I—” Joel winced. “I know.”

Silence.

After a moment or two, you opened your mouth to say something else, but the words died in your throat as your eyes fell on Joel’s trunks.

More specifically, the raging bulge making itself known in his lap.

“You’re hard.” You stated, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink.

Joel’s eyes shot wide open. He glanced down, too, and sure enough, he was hard. It was almost as if he was fucking his hand to the thought of you only moments before. Oh, wait, that’s because he was!

To preserve the last shred of dignity in Joel’s inexecusably shameful body, he threw his hands over his groin and attempted to stammer out a valid excuse.

“Sorry, sweetheart—” No, he wasn’t. “—I, um… well, you see, I…”

Your eyes found the faint traces of precum on his right hand.

“Were you … jerking off to me in the shower?”

Yes, yes, he was.

“Frankly, darlin’, I think the better question here is, were you jerking off to me in the shower?” Joel coughed.

Your eyes trailed over his body, lingering again on where he covered his hard-on.

“I was.” Your stare found his. “Your turn, Mr Miller.”

Joel sucked in a breath through his teeth. There was definitely no backing out now.

He nodded slowly. Reprehensibly. 

Shame churned within him as he desperately wished for the ground to open up at his feet and swallow him whole, possibly even spitting him back out into the fiery pits of hell where he so clearly belonged after what he had done. Unfortunately for him, the earth, indifferent to his suffering, remained stubbornly solid beneath him, leaving him stranded in his own mortification.

“Look, sweetheart, I can’t express how sorry I—lord almighty.”

Instead of letting him scramble to finish whatever bullshit he was cooking up, you decided to pull the shower curtain all the way back.

Joel gulped, taking in your newly-exposed bare body, from the soft curve of your breasts to the thickness of your thighs to the seam of your … fuck, to the seam of the same pussy you were probably fingering just moments before; glazed in glistening beads of water under the cool fluorescent lights. 

You were fucking gorgeous. 

So gorgeous, in fact, that Joel felt his cock fully spring to life at the sight of you, standing naked and dripping-wet from the rain of showerhead.

“Let me… let me help you out.” You bit your lower lip, your eyes hazy.

“H-Help me out?” Joel breathed, staggering backward, his hands still persevering to conserve his modesty.

You slowly approached him, stopping when any semblance of personal space was lost, and dropped down to your knees.

Jesus Fucking Christ. 

Joel heard himself swallow.

“Don’t you want this, Mr Miller?” You looked up at him, your eyes pleading and almost doll-like from that angle.

While waiting for his response, your hands softly wrapped themselves around his, guiding them away from his lap to meet his tenting swim trunks head-on.

Joel, meanwhile, was busy trying to convince himself this wet dream of a situation was really happening whilst simultaneously refraining from spending his load in his trunks, because the vision of you, bare and waiting patiently on your knees, looked downright sinful.

“Doesn’t matter if I do.” Joel shook his head slowly, not registering the fact that his grip on the goggles loosened to a point where they fell to the floor in a dull clatter. “This… this is wrong.”

“The way I see it,” You hummed, your hands finding gentle purchase on his hips. “I’m naked. And already wet. And you’re…”

Your eyes flickered down to his bulge and wet your lips. Upon seeing this, Joel’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Ain’t there some—some rule against, I don’t know, a coach fraternising with a parent in this way?” Joel furrowed his brows, distractedly taking your chin in his hands and tilting your head upwards.

“No.” You eagerly let him direct you, moving at his will. 

“You sure?” 

“Positive.” The corners of your mouth pulled up in a small smile.

“What if someone comes—yeah, fuck it, I ain’t gonna keep pretending like I don’t want this.” Joel shook his head, his eyes dragging over you unabashedly.

“Oh yeah?” Your smile only widened.

“Go on then, darlin’.” Joel purred, his voice a low and rough timbre, his eyes overtaken with want. “What was it you said a while ago…? Help me out.”

With his less-than-reluctant approval, you tossed him another heart-stuttering wink, slipped your fingers past his waistband, and pulled him out.

And, fuck, you were not disappointed.

Joel was big, to say the least; in both length and girth, and you may have felt your cunt quivering at the mere thought of the possibility of taking him inside you later, but you were quickly overtaken by need upon seeing the drops of precum spilling from of his head.

With a hand wrapped around his base, you stuck your tongue out to lick a stripe up his length, tasting the salt of his skin and his arousal.

At your actions, Joel inhaled a sharp breath.

“You gonna finish what you started now?” Joel mused from above you, closing a fist around your grip on his cock and bringing it closer to your parted lips. He gently tapped your cheek with his free hand. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”

And you gladly did so, taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his head like a fucking lolipop.

“Fuck,” Joel gritted his teeth, tossing his head back against the wall.

Taking his expletive as a sign to continue, you proceeded to hollow your cheeks and take his length deeper, as deep as physically possible without making you choke. 

“That all you can take?” Joel tutted, caressing your cheek.

Much to your determined efforts, you only managed to fit a little more than half of him in your mouth. Because, fuck, was he big.

You whined around his cock in response.

“Shh,” Joel murmured. “‘S okay. ‘S okay, sweetheart.”

His deep brown gaze met yours, and for a second, you could have mistaken the emotion swimming in his eyes as affection. 

“Nice and slow, hm?” Joel said through a satisfied exhale, his brows furrowed at the sensation of being enveloped by the warmth of your mouth. 

His fingers threaded through your hair, coming to grasp at your roots, but remained stationary, waiting for you to make the first move.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and held that eye contact as you began moving your head back and forth. Seeing his eyes briefly flutter in pleasure, you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch as you continued your movements.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it.” His grip in your hair tightened.

You started to bob your head up and down at a quicker pace as you sucked him greedily, your hand moving in deft strokes along the stretch of his length your mouth couldn’t entertain.

Joel cursed under his breath and guided you on and off his cock in a steady rhythm as he fisted your hair.

And, fuck, he let himself thrust into your mouth once or twice, but upon hearing you gag, resolved to let you take charge of the speed entirely.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Joel breathed. “Sounded pretty chokin’ on my cock, but I guess I went too far, hm?” He sighed, caressing your cheek again.

You moaned with his cock heavy on your tongue, signalling your eagerness to die of asphyxiation from a fucking blowjob, and begun to take him even further into your mouth, feeling his head touch the back of your throat.

“Shit, darlin’.” Joel groaned. “That’s a good girl. Taking it so well.”

A strangled sound escaped from your otherwise occupied throat as you continued to deepthroat a man old enough to be your father.

Truly realising the situation you found yourself in, you felt a needy sensation thrum from in between your legs. Whilst continuing to bob your head around his cock, your hand went to trail down your front and relieve some of that tension you ached to be rid of, rubbing your clit furiously.

“Oh, my poor girl.” Joel cooed, seeing this. “Come on, now. Up you get,” He gently pulled you off his cock (wincing at the loss of your mouth) and up to stand in front of him.

“Not good?” You breathed, resting a hand on his chest while his hands settled on either side of your waist.

“No, sweetheart, it was very good.” Joel dipped his head down so his mouth was less than an inch away from yours, every word releasing as a warm breath against your lips. 

And then he leaned down to capture your mouth in a desperate, hungry, horribly sloppy kiss, licking into you and no doubt tasting his own arousal on your tongue.

You didn’t even register he was walking you backward until your back hit the shower wall.

“Just wanna fuck you now,” Joel mumbled, his half-lidded stare drifted down your bare form before flickering back up to meet your eyes.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You smirked, pulling him back into another frenzied kiss.

Joel smiled against your lips.

“So mouthy,” He tutted in that authoritative, paternal voice you’ve heard him use before, in between eager kisses. “I’d like to teach you a lesson, sweetheart, but I’m afraid I’m too fuckin’ impatient myself right now.”

At the sound of that, you clenched your thighs together.

The slant of his mouth trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting at your wet skin, humming in pleasure as he did so. Simultaneously, his big, calloused hand made their way from your waist down to your lower abdomen, and lower, still, until you felt his fingers ghost over your slick entrance.

You gasped.

“Mr Miller–”

“‘Joel’, darlin’. It’s ‘Joel.’” He mumbled against your neck, his stubble scraping lightly against your skin. “Heard you moanin’ it in here a while ago, I’m fairly certain you know how to pronounce it.”

“Joel,” You obliged, biting your lower lip as you felt Joel’s fingers meander nearer to your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” 

“You don’t have to… you know,” You glanced down in between both your bodies.

Joel followed your gaze and saw his own fingers hovering close to your aching mound.

“Think I do.” He clicked his tongue. “Need to get ya ready. Wouldn’t wanna hurt that pretty pussy of yours when I… well, to put it bluntly, darlin’, I don’t wanna hurt your pretty pussy when I’m fuckin’ you in a little bit.”

“Oh,” You breathed.

“Yeah,” Joel hummed, nudging your cheek with his nose. “That sound good to you, sweetheart?”

You nodded almost too avidly.

“Good,” Joel sighed, his fingers skimming over your aching cunt and just barely dipping inside your folds. “Just relax, darlin’. I gotcha.”

That was the last of the preamble before you felt one of his fingers slip inside, dragging up and down against your walls.

Normally, if left to your own devices, you were barely satisfied with a singular digit of your own. But here you were, gasping and clenching around just his middle finger.

Content with your reaction, Joel kissed your neck and slipped another finger to crook alongside the first in an even rhythm that began to spark a familiar warmth in your gut.

“There we go.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Fuck,” You whispered as you felt his thumb settle on your clit.

You felt Joel smile against your pulse point. And then, with his other big hand, he gently held your face and titled it to the side to pepper kisses along your jaw.

“You can take another, can’t you? Yeah, you can.” Joel hummed, and before you could respond, you felt a third finger slip inside, stretching you wider. 

Your eyes squeezed shut as Joel’s fingers curled inside you at a faster rhythm while his thumb graciously swiped at your clit.

Blood pounded in your ears. Your breathing shallowed. You were so, so close.

“Joel, please…” 

“Please what? C’mon, baby, use your words like a big girl.”

His fingers only sped up, dragging against your walls so deliciously and filling you better than your own hand could have ever done.

You inhaled.

“Please don’t s-stop.” Your breath hitched in your throat. “I’m so close.”

“You wanna come for me? ‘S that it?” Joel cooed, his breath warm against your skin and right beside your ear.

“Please,”

“Come for me then, sweetheart. Let me hear you,”

With a scream of his name, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, sending you into a light-headed bliss as you clutched his big upper arms.

His fingers only began to slow once your cunt stopped pulsing rapidly around him, and when you caught your breath again, he tenderly slipped them out.

“Made a mess of my fingers, huh?” He mumbled, staring down at how his hand glistened with your arousal.

You felt your cheeks redden.

“I’m sorry–”

“Don’t fucking be,”

And you watched as Joel stuck a finger in his mouth and sucked your slick off it like it was a world-class dessert.

“That was hot,” Was your breathless response.

Intelligent.

“Oh yeah?” The corner of his lips tugged upward as his eyes danced from your own to your parted lips. 

“Yeah,”

A soft, low laugh rumbled in his throat.

“Come here,” Joel sighed, placing a hand on the small of your back and another on the side of your face, leaning down to devour your lips in another messy kiss.

His tongue slid inside your mouth as if starved, licking against your tongue and letting you taste your own pleasure. All while the hand on your face brought you closer and gently stroked the curve of your cheek.

After a few moments, Joel broke the kiss almost regretfully.

He barely pulled away, his lips closely within reach of yours, and his breath mingling with your own as he spoke in a deep, gruff rasp.

“You still want this, sweetheart?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Joel smirked. “A simple ‘yes’ would’ve sufficed.”

Before you could form a response to his slightly snarky remark, your breath was stolen from you at the sight of Joel tugging down his trunks fully and stepping out of them.

Glancing down, you found that he was still incredibly hard. Almost painfully, by the look of how his cock practically bounced up to his navel. Clearly, your recent oral assistance did nothing to tame the lust in his body.

Joel crowded you up against the wall once more, his tall frame easily looming over yours. One of his big hands went to caress your jawline, angling your head up toward him, and the other went to your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist.

“Been a while for me.” He sighed, a hint of embarrassment peeking through his tone. “You tell me if I get … carried away, yeah?”

Instinctively, you hung your arms around his wide shoulders, bringing him even closer.

“Yes, sir.” Your lips quirked upward.

“Good girl,” He hummed, his thumb absently running along your bottom lip.

Then, the hand cupping your face went to guide his aching dick to notch against your entrance, sliding against your wet mound.

And, with a shaky inhale slipping past his lips, he sheathed himself inside you. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Joel muttered lowly.

You let out a whine at the feeling. 

Despite being barely halfway in, Joel was already proving to be more than sufficient, especially from the way your velvety walls were already pulsing wildly around his length.

“I know, I know, I know,” Joel sighed, his thumb caressing where he held a grip on your thigh. “‘S okay, sweetheart. Shh, you can take it.”

In response, you nodded.

And Joel drove himself the entire way, balls-deep, his greying pubic hair tickling the inside of your upper thighs. He gasped in your ear at the feeling of the first full thrust and at the sensation of your channel clamping desperately around him.

He filled you up so fucking well.

“You doin’ okay? Hm?” He mumbled, leaving lazy, aimless kisses along your neck.

“Need more.” 

“Oh? She wants more, huh?” He smirked against your skin. “That what you were imaginin’ in the shower?”

“Y-Yeah,” You whispered.

“Flirtin’ with me for weeks now, and here you are bein’ all shy.” Joel tsked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get more, darlin’.”

Joel began sawing in and out of you at a relaxed pace, letting out low groans of satisfaction. 

With every sloppy thrust, you heard the distant wet thud of your back against the shower tiles, sounding in a steady rhythm. But, despite each measured roll of his hips sending white-hot shivers throughout your throbbing cunt, you found yourself dangerously craving even more.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” Joel hummed coyly.

“Joel,” You whined.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” Joel mumbled against the corner of your mouth.

You only realised you were moaning obscenely loud when the echo had bounced around the room, and Joel was muttering something encouragingly into your skin.

“That’s it. Y’sound real fuckin’ pretty.”

Joel’s thrusts had picked up the pace. The only sound competing with the volume of your moans were the crude wet slaps of his body against yours.

Slap, slap, slap.

You thanked your lucky stars the shower rooms were deserted after the swimming lessons, because you were sure even if someone happened to walk in on you two fucking like wild rabbits, you wouldn’t let him stop.

And some part of you knew that he wouldn’t want to, either. Not with the way he was breathing airy curses beside your ear and mumbling about how ‘fuckin’ tight’ you were and other such filthy ramblings.

After a particularly harsh thrust, you felt his pace falter and his dick twitch against your walls.

“Fuck,” He whispered sharply.

Out of the blue, Joel pulled out, leaving your slick mound vacant for a heartbeat or two before he spun you around roughly, forcing you to brace yourself against the wall.

And, not long after, he fed you the entirety of his cock again in one deep thrust.

“Joel!” You gasped. 

Your hands, stretched out in front of you and anchored against the wall, scrambled to find a grip on the smooth, slippery surface.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He said from somewhere behind you, beginning to ram into you at a brutal pace as he held you in place with an iron grip on your hips. “Needed—fuck… Needed this.”

With your tits pressed against the tiles and his length kissing your cervix after every drag against your pulsing walls, your vision began to blur and your lower gut began to flutter. 

You were very fucking close.

As if reading your mind, one of Joel’s hands trailed from your hip to your front, sliding down until he brushed your clit. And then he began rubbing the sensitive nub in sloppy semi-circle motions, tutting sweet words as you whined nonsensical syllables.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” He cooed soothingly.

You let out a pitchy whine, “feels so good.” 

“That right?” Joel mumbled distractedly, using a rough hand on your neck to turn your head toward him despite the awkward angle, and claimed your lips hungrily, licking desperately into your mouth as if it was the last thing he’d ever do, and letting out hoarse noises of appreciation as he did so.

His hips continued to jut into you, setting an erratic, jerky pace.

Slap. Slap-slap. Slap. Slap-slap-slap.

You arched back against him and unintentionally broke the kiss when the overflowing pleasure spiked incredibly high.

“J-Joel,” You breathed.

The man, who was single-mindedly pistoning in and out of your splayed legs, hummed a sound of acknowledgment in response, his warm breath ghosting over your cheek.

“Joel, I’m close,” You whispered, the heat of both your bodies meeting where your back leaned against his front. 

“Are you?” He replied almost casually.

His fingers only sped in their motions, swiping at your clit almost feverishly as he continued to rut animalistically into you; each thrust stretching your aching cunt impossibly wide and oh so easily finding your cervix—

“Fuck!” Your chest tightened.

“Ask for it.” Joel’s gentle yet commanding tone nearly made your knees buckle. 

That, and the manic force at which he was fucking into you.

Slap–slap-slap-slap—

“Go on, baby. Ask.” His nose nudged at the side of your face, breathing in your scent as he tutted lowly, “hate to see you all worked up like this.”

“Shit—please! Can I come, please?” You acquiesced.

You felt the muscles of his rugged face pull up in a small smile against your cheek and his dick twitch inside your tight walls, sending shivers down your spine.

“Be a good girl and come for me then, sweetheart,” Joel said in between strained breaths. “Come all over my cock, I gotcha.”

Your climax came rippling over your whole body, a prolonged resonance that sent you into the territory of overstimulation—much more powerful than your first orgasm—as neither his fingers nor his cock slowed down in their frenzied pursuits. 

So, there you were, chanting his name like a prayer and clenching tightly around his relentless length.

When the fluttering of your cunt subsided, Joel hurriedly pulled out and wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, fucking up into his fist frantically and cursing under his breath. You all but folded against the wall as you felt his loss, sticking your ass out and waiting for the inevitable.

Soon, his breath caught in his throat, and you felt hot ropes of his come spill over your back.

“Shit.” Joel sighed, gently rubbing along your sides. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder once he recollected himself a few moments after, still softly trailing his hands up and down as both of your breaths evened.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?”

You nodded weakly, unable to voice your satisfaction with your brains all fucked out.

Joel huffed a short laugh. “C’mon, I’ll clean you up.”

Somewhere behind you, the shower handle groaned with a faint squeak. A dull clunk followed, and then, with a sudden rush, water erupted from the showerhead, dousing the two of you in a sputtering cascade.

Gently, Joel tugged you away from the wall to stand directly under the jet of water, softly helping you wash away any reminders of your reckless impropriety.

He pressed reverent kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and around your collarbone as you got cleaned up.

There was no hidden, lustful agenda to this, as far as you could tell. You assumed it was either a result of his years of fatherhood or some testament to his overall caring nature, but either way, you weren’t complaining. You happily let your eyes fall closed as sheets of warm water streamed down your body, all while Joel’s lips tentatively found yours, then your neck, and his strong hands moved along your body.

“Um…” Joel began after he had turned off the shower, looking at you with his big, soft eyes. “I know this is the completely wrong order of things, but would you like to–”

“Yes.”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You didn’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Were you gonna ask me out on a date?”

“Yeah,” Joel laughed bashfully. "Is that... is that okay?"

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, and rising on your tiptoes to meet his lips in a lazy kiss.

“The answer’s yes.” You mumbled without breaking away for too long.

You felt Joel smile against your lips.

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I Can't Lose You

Han Jisung x F! Reader Synopsis: Two best friends, a confession and awkward tension. Han thinks he's losing you, so he goes for broke. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, cunnlingus, oral, tension, angst, A/N: Had this idea for a while, I hope y'all like it! Comment to be added to my tag list! Also, the birthday event kicks off Friday, so be sure to comment Here if you want to be tagged! Xoxo 💋

Rejection. 

It hurts.

It's rough. 

It's even worse when it’s your best friend in the whole world who tells you he doesn’t feel the same. 

You had flown out to see your best friend Han on tour, surprising him in his hotel room, the very one you had planned on staying in since that’s normally how it would go. 

He came back from the show, the room was dark, which he thought was odd as he remembered leaving a light on. He turns on the overhead light and to his surprise there you sit, a smile on your face and hands in your lap, on the edge of the bed. 

“Holy shit!” His voice rang through the room as he practically tackled you on the bed. You laughed as his arms came around you, and he kissed your cheeks multiple times saying how happy he was you were here. 

The visit was great… 

Until it wasn’t.

The guys had a couple days between shows, so you knew you were going to get to actually hang out with him, without the demand of an all day venue.

You guys were watching a movie when it’s like the nerve hit you overwhelmingly. 

“Can I tell you something?” you were sweating bullets. 

“Always,” he smiled. That damn smile. The one you fell in love with. 

“I like you, a lot.” you murmur, not able to look at him. 

“Awww, i like you too y/nnie,” he hugs you close to him. 

“No Hanji, I mean,” you sigh and chew on your bottom lip, forcing your eyes to his. 

“I mean, I like you. Like, like you like you,” you try to explain and the look on his face made your stomach twist with regret. You were holding your breath, pleading, begging, even praying for him to say something. 

“Y/n,” the way he said your name made your heart lurch, a sickening feeling hit the pit of your stomach. 

“Listen, you’re my best friend, you’re great and I’m flattered,” he starts, “But I just don’t think we’d work, I mean I’m gone all the time,” you put your hand up to stop him. 

“Not a problem.” You quickly got up, slipping on a hoodie. Heart shattering into a million tiny pieces.

“I um, I’ll get another room.” you smiled weakly.

“You don’t have to go,” he said and shook your head. 

“I really do.”

“No, come on, stay,” he got up, trying to block you from the door. 

“Nothing has to change.”

“I’m gonna get my own room, ok? I just need a little time.” 

“We’re still friends, right?”

“Han, I just need some space, ok?” You stepped aside, quickly making your way down to the lobby. 

And that’s how you ended up in your own hotel room, your own bed, grieving the loss of what you had truly thought could have been. Something inside you really thought Han was different. That he wouldn’t friendzone you the same as most guys had. 

But he did. 

-

The next day you’re holed up in your room, halfway watching sappy movies with the black out curtains shut when there’s a knock on your door. You huff as you get up, eyes rimmed red, heart a wreck. 

You’re greeted with a sympathetic smile from Felix. 

“Can I come in?” He asks gingerly. 

“He told you, didn’t he?” you ask with slight annoyance in your voice. 

“I- yeah. He told us, actually.” Felix admits rubbing the back of his neck.

“Motherfucker,” you curse under your breath. 

“Look, I really just wanna be alone, ok?” 

“He’s worried.” You scoff at his words rolling your eyes. 

“He doesn’t need to be. I’ll be fine if he’ll just give me space. If everyone would.” Your voice cracks.  

“Y/nnie,” he says sympathetically as he sees the tears well up in your eyes. 

“Go, I’ll be fine, thank you.” You shut the door in his face. Resting your head against it as the heartbreak hits you all over again. 

Han tries calling you a couple times that day. You simply ignore them. 

What part of ‘space’ was so hard to understand?

Hanji: “I just wanna know you’re ok.”

Hanji: “I’m sorry.” 

Hanji: “Please, y/n,” 

You would read them on the home screen but you had no intention of opening those messages. You didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want to talk to him. 

You honestly wished the world would just swallow you up, but that wasn’t going to happen so you were just trying to cope. 

-

You’re packing up your things, Chan encouraging you to stay and see Paris, a city everyone knows you’ve always wanted to see. After the first day of isolation you started integrating yourself back into society with the guys, and things between you and Jisung were quite awkward, but he wasn’t your only friend and you were determined to hang out with the boys. 

There’s a knock on your door. Expecting it to be Chan, Felix or maybe even Hyunjin, you shout out, “It’s open!” 

The door opens slowly, a boba eyed boy peaking his head in. 

“Even to me?” he asks softly and you freeze, shirt in hand held up in front of your face. 

“What do you want, Ji?” you ask, still not looking at him, proceeding to fold the shirt. 

“We haven’t talked in days.” 

“For a reason.” Your voice is cold, and he sighs, running a hand through his fluffy hair, glasses perched on his nose and the hoodie just a little too big for him. The door shuts behind him and he walks over beside you, and your eyes are glued to the task at hand, which he begins to help with. 

“Chan said you’re coming with us to Paris.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Y/n, please, talk to me, yell at me, freak out on me, do something! You’re freaking me out, like we aren’t friends anymore.” 

You scoff with a sarcastic smile. 

“What’s funny?” He tries to cover the hurt in his voice, but he fails miserably. For a split second your heart aches for him, but you dismiss it. You turn to him, looking him dead in the eye for the first time in days, suddenly noticing the dark circles, the way his eyes seemed a little swollen, almost like he’d been crying. 

“It’s the fact that you think we can seriously just go back to normal after that!” 

“So, what, we aren’t friends anymore?” 

“I don’t know,” you answer quietly- honestly. There’s a stunned, awkward silence. 

“Y/n-” 

“Ji, you should go, you need to pack.” you say, eyes welling up with tears as you desperately try to blink them back. 

“One night,” he pleads.

“What?” 

“Give me one last night with you as my best friend.” 

You look at him; eyes large and pleading. 

“Jisung, we can’t pretend it never happened,” you turn to him. 

“I can,” He shrugs. You sigh, you’ve missed him, the romantic feelings aside, the two of you having popcorn fights during movies, cracking jokes all day and going shopping, or simply falling asleep in weird positions because you’re both passed out from exhaustion. 

“Just the night,” you mumble. Han smiles, slightly sad but thankful. 

He goes to sit on the bed, but you wag your finger. 

“After you pack your stuff.” He groans like a child, causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. He flops on the bed dramatically. 

“But I need help or I’ll die,” 

“Hannie, you will not die. Go pack,” you giggle. He sighs and gets up. With the small amount of time he’s gone, you’re sure he’s literally thrown his clothes in his suitcase and rushed back over.

Han orders room service and the two of you eat and start a movie. You start off on opposite sides of the bed, Han may be fine, but you know better. 

He slowly starts to scoot towards you, inching over little by little until his arm goes around your waist and pulls you into him, holding you to him tightly. You stiffen immediately, eyes closing. This is the last thing you needed. He made it clear he didn’t want you and this closeness, it’s only making your heart hurt worse. At least before he didn’t know you liked him and you could dream of a someday scenario, but now- now it’s over. 

You try to relax, try to pretend it’s the way it used to be, but it's just not. 

You suddenly spring up from the bed, out of his grasp and he looks to you, not expecting the sudden movement. 

“I can’t do this.” You start to pace the room. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Ji, you might be able to act like nothing happened but I can’t. And this is only making it worse.” Your voice cracks just barely, but Han catches it and runs a hand through his hair. 

“Y/n, you’ll get over this,” he tries. You scoff before a sarcastic laugh leaves you. 

“Maybe, but it's pretty hard to get over someone when they won’t give you space! You’ve been around me, constantly texting and calling, you sent Felix over two days ago to try and see how I was right after telling you I need space! I can maybe get over you but not like this!” The words come out loud, charged.

“Fuck, I know you want space but it’s not just affecting you!” he says, voice raised. 

“Yeah, but I’m the one heartbroken!” 

“You’re not the only one! I mean shit, telling the girl I love that I don’t like her the way she says likes me? Acting like I don’t think about you 24/7. That I don’t wonder if you’ve eaten enough, or how your day is, or if you’re ok without me there while I’m on tour. That shits fucking painful!” His words are charged, the tension between you thick. The room goes deathly silent. All you can do is stare at each other as the confession settles between you.

“Wait I’m confused,” your voice comes out small. He sighs and leans his head back, looking to the ceiling before staring into your eyes.

“I thought it was some dumb crush, you have them all the time and I thought you’d get over it, so I told you I didn’t feel the same way because there was no way I was going to throw away what we have as friends over something you could maybe get over in two weeks. I didn’t want to lose you to some dumb, random crush you were convinced you had. But it looks like I’m losing you anyway so I may as well go for broke,” he explains, marching up to you and connecting your lips passionately. For a moment you’re stunned, eyes wide as his hands cup your cheeks.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for permission and you wrap your arms around his neck, mouth opening for him. 

His tongue swipes against yours, exploring your mouth for the first time, causing a soft moan to escape you. 

“Jisung,” you whimper as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, bodies flush together. 

He breaks away for only a second to pull you over to the bed. He pulls you on top of him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares up at you. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how bad it hurt telling you that,” he whispers and you peck his lips. 

“To know that I hurt you, then you avoided me, which I don’t blame you for, I would’ve avoided me too. But shit, I couldn’t lose you,” the last sentence comes out as a painful broken whisper. 

Your forehead rests on his, eyes closed, relief flooding every nerve in your body. Your lips dip down to his, his fingers gripping your hips as they softly rock against him. 

“Fuck,” he whispers with a soft chuckle. He lifts your shirt some, skin to skin, grounding himself. 

His lips move with yours in almost perfect sync, as if the two of you had done this before. At first it's soft, sweet, patient, but the minute you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth, he groans into your mouth and he gets messy. 

Teeth, tongue and lips collide, the kiss turning wet and needy. You feel him grind up into you, desperate as you feel his hard cock. You whimper at the feeling, panties soaking through. 

“I want you,” he says breathlessly. 

“Then, take me,” you smirk. Suddenly your shirt is lifted over your head, breast exposed and Jisung takes one into his mouth, his eyes closing as his tongue wraps itself around your nipple, causing you to moan. Your hand cradles his head, fingers threading through his hair, as his hands dip into your sleep pants, kneading your ass. He groans, hips bucking up into you already. 

“Desperate little thing,” you chuckle to yourself, causing him to whine as he releases one breast and sucks on the other. You look down at him, love and lust mixing in your gaze. 

You gasp as you feel him pinch your abandoned nipple, rolling it between his fingers, causing your hips to roll down onto him. 

“Mmmm,” he whines as the friction makes his cock harder. 

“I wanna taste,” he whimpers after letting you go. You kiss his lips once before getting off him, slipping off your pants and underwear and laying beside him. He removes his shirt, causing you to bite your lip. He hovers himself over you, kissing your neck, leaving love bites all the way down your neck, licking and sucking on a few places near your collar bone. He kisses down your sternum, your stomach and your hips. He nips at your inner thighs playfully and once he finally connects with your dripping core, it’s heaven.

You gasp, his tongue flicking over you, pressure a little light but enough to feel it. 

“Harder,” you whimper and he quickly changes his tactic, licking sharp stripes up and down. 

“Mhm, yeah, oh god,” your back arches as his tongue brushes over that most sensitive part, head pushing down into the mattress. 

“Feel good?” he asks, finger teasing your hole.

“Yes, please keep going,” you nod as he sticks his head back down, licking your clit again, causing your hips to buck as he inserts a finger. He slowly pumps it in and out, curling it to hit that sweet spot inside you, gathering your slick on his finger. 

He can’t resist and takes a second to taste you on his finger. His tongue enters you then and you watch as his eyes roll back in his head as he growls at the taste. He goes back to your clit, writing a love letter to you on it as he works his mouth. 

“So fucking good,” he moans into you as two fingers now enter your sopping hole, quickly and efficiently. You gasp, the new speed causing the familiar tightness in your belly. 

“Fuck, Ji,” you squeal quietly, your legs acting as ear muffs for his head. He moans into you, the vibrations sending you over, forcing your orgasm to crash into you, hips rolling as you ride it out. 

He moans, eyes glued to you as he watches your body and face contort in pleasure. It’s even more beautiful than he thought it would be. Simply knowing you fell apart because of him and his tongue makes him harder than he ever thought possible. 

He kisses back up your body, lips gentle as he meets yours. Jisung slips out of his pants, cock leaking and twitching already as he pumps himself, causing him to whine into your mouth. The sound causes a pulse between your legs. 

“Lay down,” you instruct and he complies, watching you taking his cock in your hands, pumping him painfully slow. He whimpers as you tease his slit, spreading the precum down his shaft. His eyes close and head tilts back, but when he feels your warm mouth go around him, his head snaps up and eyes snap open to look at you. 

“Oh my god,” he groans as he looks at you, cock once again twitching. 

“Fuck you look so hot,” he whimpers as you suck on him lightly, going down on him, your nose reaching his pelvis. 

You moan against him as you come up and his hips buck into your mouth, causing a slight gagging. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, fuck, just feels so good.” He says breathlessly. Your hand goes down to massage his balls, causing him to gasp and hips to once again buck. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he whines. Face screwing in pleasure as his own body reacts to you, hips lifting up as his cum spills into your mouth, broken noises coming out of him. 

His breathing is heavy as he looks down at you and watches you swallow. 

“Shit,” he whispers as you wipe the back of your hand against your lips. 

You smile innocently and you notice his cock already starting to harden again. You pick it up again, giving it a few pumps, Jisung squirming and whining. 

“Fuck, can’t, oh god,” he whimpers. 

“Shhhh, you can take it,” you encourage him with a sweet smile. You watch his body writhe due to your touch and once he’s nice and hard again, you straddle his waist. You sink down onto him, eyes never leaving his as you both exhale. 

“Shit,” you whimper, the stretch more intense than you initially thought it would be. Your forehead falls to his shoulder, trying to let yourself get used to him before moving. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts in your ear, causing your walls to flutter sound him. This in turn makes him buck his hips, a moan coming out of you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, slowly lifting your hips up and down, grinding down against him, walls teasing him every so often. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” he moans. Your hips continue to work their magic, his head hammering into that sweet little spot that he hit earlier, only this time, more intense. 

“Fuck use my cock, cum on it. Make yourself feel good.” He encourages as he watches you with blown pupils. Your moans and whimpers string together as you set your pace, head throw back as he takes your breast in his mouth again, one hand around your waist to help steady you as you begin to go even faster. His other hand goes to your puffy clit, stimulating it. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, breathing labored as his hips start to buck up into yours, chasing your highs. 

“Don’t stop, please,” you beg as your forehead rests against his, a hand on the back of his neck. The coil in your belly hits its breaking point, snapping as your walls clamp around him, his name falling from your sweet lips. 

He follows not long after you, filling you to the brim, face scrunched in pleasure as his hips sputter. He watches as some of the mix coats the base of his cock. The two of you are breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the moment charged and reality setting in. After a moment of silence, it’s as if the funniest thing in the world just happened, you both start laughing. 

“What the hell,” you can’t contain your giggles. 

“You’re amazing,” he chuckles as he kisses your lips. 

“All this drama for this,” you say against his lips. 

“Worth it,” he smiles, voice genuine. You gently raise off him, feeling him drip down your leg, some.

“Let’s get in the shower,” you say as you take his hand, totally planning on a round two.

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The Love (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Alastor is drunk and Charlie asks him if he has ever been in love.

Warnings: I don't think there are any but correct me if I'm wrong.

Word Count: 1,323

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A/N Y'all, I'm lowkey dying from the requests. I'm sorry for the last five or so taking so long, I just need a little break and mix in some of my own ideas if that is okay.

Alastor was drinking at the bar with Husk, Charlie, and Angel. The day had been a lot, seeing Mimzy was always a lot. Yes she was trouble, but Alastor loved her. He loved her for the same reason he was trying to drink himself stupid at the bar. He loved her because she reminded him of Y/n. Mimzy had been her friend first, after all.

He sat off to the side in his own little world while Angel and Charlie chatted and Husk obediently poured the drinks. Normally, Husk would have joined the pair in the mindless, mundane chatter but after the events of the day, Alastor's presence kept him silent.

"No way!" Charlie exclaimed.

She and Angel were talking about some TV show they both watched or another. A mind numbingly boring background noise but, Alastor wasn't complaining.

"Yes! They are one hundred percent perfect for each other." Angel replied animatedly.

"Literally how. Name one thing that shows they have good chemistry."

"Uh, they’re constantly at each other's throats? If that's not love, I don't know what is."

"Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't know what love is."

Husk let out a short, sharp laugh as he topped off Angel's drink.

"Oh yeah? Well then, Princess, what do you think love is."

Charlie sighed, leaning her elbow on the counter as a dreamy look spread across her face.

"Love is... love is when you would do anything for the person. It's when they're your guiding star, your... your prayers answered."

"Uh, no? Love is when you want to literally kill the person but like, in a good way."

"Angel, what does that even mean." Charlie laughed.

"It means... it means there is passion. That spark everyone always talks about? It's violence."

"Hey Al!" Charlie suddenly called, leaning back in her seat to peer at Alastor behind Angel's back, "Who's right, me or Angel?"

Alastor looked up from his glass.

"I hate to say it, but neither of you are correct." he sighed in irritation at having been disturbed, "Love is neither a constant fight nor a blind devotion, though it contains aspects of both."

"Like you know anything about love, mister fancy talk creepy voice." Angel scoffed, turning to face Alastor as well now.

"Actually, I do."

Charlie's face lit up. She practically vibrated with anticipation.

"Alastor! You've been in love!?"

Normally, on a night like this, he'd be alone. He'd be careful to be alone, or at least have Husk as his only company. When he told Husk to shut up and pour, he listened. Other people, not so much.

"Yes."

Charlie had stars in her eyes. She inched closer to him.

"Are you gonna spill?" Angel asked after a moment.

"It was a long time ago."

Alastor took a long sip from his glass.

"Do you... do you not remember it?" Charlie asked, her excited smile slipping slightly at the notion

Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was the long day, Lucifer, Mimzy, Husk. Those shark demons. Maybe it was just that secretly all along, he had wanted someone to talk to. He watched the liquor in his glass as he swirled it gently.

"It was a long time ago, but I still remember it." his smile softened as he spoke, "It's strange. I remember her laughter, her little quixotic tendencies. I remember the way her eyes would light up when she smiled and the way her perfume smelled. I know her favorite author, the way she took her coffee, the way she folded her clothes but, I can't seem to ever see her face anymore. I..."

He trailed off, taking a breath.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Charlie quickly said, not wanting to make Alastor uncomfortable.

Alastor shook his head.

"I've spent years not talking about her. Maybe... maybe something else would be nice."

"So, how'd you guys meet?" Charlie immediately asked.

Alastor looked up at her and let out a light chuckle. He felt like he was human again for a moment. It was odd.

"I don't know if you know this about me, but I was a radio broadcaster back when I was alive. A rather famous one at that, in New Orleans at any rate. Her family ran a restaurant near the studio that I went to get lunch at from time to time. She worked there as a server."

"And she loved you?" Angel asked, "Like, you weren't just delusional?"

"I was quite the lady's man back in my day."

"Uh-huh." Angel doubtfully replied, "Sure."

"Oh hush, Angel." Charlie shoved the spider demon slightly, "Tell us more! What was she like? Did you ever get together or were you just friends? Gah! I wanna know everything!"

"She was..." Alastor's gaze fell back to his glass, "you remind me of her in a way. She was so idealistic, so driven. So... bubbly. She worked hard and she cared deeply. I don't know how I swung her, despite my charms. We were friends for about a year. The whole time, I was trying to work up the courage to ask her out but she ended up being the one to ask me. We got married when we were in our mid twenties. I only had a few years with her as my wife before I died."

Unbidden ideas darkened the edges of his mind. Y/n had always been so good, so sweet. Alastor had no idea if she had ever learned of his... escapades. He figured she must know, considering the manner in which he died but it was a horrifying thought. He was grateful when Charlie spoke again, pulling his mind back to the present.

"Thats so cute!" Charlie exclaimed, clapping her hands as she looked between Alastor and Angel, searching for similar excitement.

"Can we meet this alleged doll of yours?" Angel asked, "Cause I am really not believing any of this bullshit your spouting."

Charlie gasped, suddenly struck by inspiration.

"Do you think she would want to be redeemed?"

"Oh dear," Alastor shook his head, meeting Charlie's eyes, "she's not here."

"Then wh-"

"She's in heaven?" Angel exclaimed, "You married someone who ended up in heaven?"

"Either that or she's over a hundred years old and still on earth." Alastor weakly joked.

"I'm sorry."

Alastor shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.

"No!" Charlie insisted, "You'll... you'll never get to see her again! That's so sad!"

"And here I thought you were trying to get us redeemed." Angel scoffed.

Charlie turned to him.

"I'm trying to get you redeemed cause you're a guest. Alastor isn't a guest."

"Right you are, my dear."

"But you could do that." Charlie said turning back to Alastor, "Angel's right, if you were a guest you could be redeemed. You could see her again!"

Alastor smiled kindly at the excited demon. He patted her back.

"I'm afraid I don't think that's an option."

"But why not!" Charlie insisted, "Anyone can be redeemed, Alastor."

"That's not the issue, my dear." he sighed, "I did some things on earth that she would most certainly view as... unfavorable shall we say? Things she most certainly learned of after my death."

"You're not even gonna give it a shot?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, come on Alastor. Let us help you. You never know how it could turn out!"

"It's alright. I have the time we spent together, the memories. I don't want to taint that." he slowly, unconsciously, raised a hand to his chest, his palm over his heart, "The love is still there, thats what matters."

The quartet fell silent as Husk poured Alastor another drink. Alastor sighed, grabbing the glass and examining it carefully, but not taking a sip.

"What was her name?" Charlie asked, her voice small and her smile long gone.

"Y/n."

It had been years since he'd said it out loud. His tongue relished every syllable.

"Her name was Y/n."

[whollyjoly]

.....look......

............look.........

im not saying i have the vision but....

✅ tim nash being bobby's dad in a flashback ✅ bobby's hero worship for his dad ✅ bobby needing to make amends not just to amir but needing to forgive himself ✅ bobby's dad struggling with addiction

i mean it wasnt exactly spot on but DAMN was it kinda close!!!!

anyways hi thank you this has been vindication with em, please tune in next week for whatever crack shit theory i come up with this time

alright we doing crazy predictions for 911 tonight??

here we fucking go:

tim nash isnt going to be bobby's brother, he's going to be bobby's dad in a flashback

hear me out-

john brotherton, who's listed as playing "tim nash" on the imdb page for step nine, is 15 years younger than peter krause. now, it could be that bobby just has a much younger brother. BUT, i think with that age (44) being peak Dad Age, it makes a whole lot more sense to me that its flashback!dad than brothers

the synopsis for 7x08 says that "bobby delves deep into memories of his childhood, unearthing moments from his fractured past" and like...if we're going to see memories of his childhood, again a 44 year-old playing "tim nash" makes a lot more sense for a dad!!

we've heard a bit about bobby being a third generation firefighter, and its something that he's very proud of. i think it would be really interesting not only to see his dad as a firefighter, but see that hero worship from bobby towards his dad, and his early love for the work and for saving people...especially in the context of dealing with the trauma of the apartment fire.

if bobby has always wanted to be a firefighter, watched his dad saving lives and heard stories of his grandfather doing the same, what would his young self think of the man who caused so much grief and pain, of the man that amir thinks he is, of the man who cost 148 lives?

maybe, just maybe, "step nine" isn't just making amends with amir, but making amends with his past self, the one who just wanted to help people, who he feels like he betrayed??

because i would LOVE to see that kind of angst - the reconciliation between the man bobby dreamed he would be and the man he is now.

and like....thats not even approaching the question of bobby's "fractured past" that the synopsis talks about, which i have...so many questions about

we know basically nothing about his family - what if bobby's dad also struggled with addiction? or had something happen at work that also cost lives, and young bobby was never able to forgive him for that? maybe bobby sees the anger amir holds towards him, and realizes that he still holds something like that towards his own father?

bobby has talked about a brother before, but i think the only time that he's mentioned it was in a story about playing "lawn darts when they were kids". maybe something happened to his brother, and he's held his father responsible for all these years? in the same way amir holds bobby responsible?

i have!! no idea!!!

i dont exactly know what they're going to throw at us (shakes fist at tim affectionately), but i think that with where this season has been going - focusing on the cornerstones of our main characters, of the things that run the deepest and are haunting the narrative (eddie's catholic guilt, buck's bisexuality, chim's journey and love for his family, doug, kevin, shannon) - it would make sense for us to take a look into bobby's childhood, something we basically no nothing about.

and with that, i truly think that "tim nash" as bobby's dad makes a lot more sense than it being his brother, and that's who we're going to see in flashbacks tonight.

but, whatever happens, i cannot WAIT to see where the angst train takes us! ✨

(bonus, since im thinking about that sweet bobby angst: do you ever think about whether bobby feels a deep sense of failure and guilt that, because of him, there will never be a 4th generation firefighter in his family? do you think the first time bobby told his dad he wanted to be a firefighter when he was a kid, his dad looked both so proud but also so worried? and when asked about it his dad just said "you'll understand when your kid says the same to you"? and that bobby realizes he will never understand because he took that chance away from them?

...cause yeah, i think about that sometimes)

[mocchiixxx]

Welcome Home, Cheater

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic AU

(Choi Seungcheol x Reader)

Summary: After spending the day with Jeonghan at Music Bank to support HoWoo, Seungcheol finally returns home, expecting a warm welcome from his girlfriend. Instead, he’s met with narrowed eyes, a judgmental stare, and a deadpan, “Welcome home, cheater.” Completely baffled, he scrambles to figure out what he did wrong— only to realize someone has been running their mouth while he was gone.

Part 1 (Best to read this first y'all)

Seungcheol sighed as he unlocked the door to his shared apartment, rolling his shoulders to shake off the exhaustion from the long day. Supporting HoWoo at Music Bank had been fun, and spending time with Jeonghan while he was on weekend leave made it even better. Now, all he wanted was to come home to his girlfriend’s warm hug and maybe even a sweet kiss—

But the second he stepped inside, he was met with a very different sight.

There she stood, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like she was about to interrogate him in a courtroom. Her expression was pure judgment, and then—

“Welcome home, cheater.”

Seungcheol blinked. Huh?

“Cheater?” he repeated, closing the door behind him. “Baby, what—”

She let out a disappointed sigh, shaking her head dramatically. “After everything we’ve been through, Choi Seungcheol.”

Now thoroughly confused, he kicked off his shoes, walking closer. “Okay, hold on. What did I do?”

She gasped, stepping back. “So you won’t even admit it?”

Seungcheol groaned, racking his brain for any possible explanation. “I literally just went to Music Bank with Jeonghan—”

“EXACTLY.”

He paused. “...What?”

She squinted at him. “So let me get this straight. The moment Jeonghan got a weekend leave, the first person he saw was you?”

Oh. Oh. A certain someone ratted him out and he exactly know who is her.

Seungcheol exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “You talked to her, didn’t you?”

“Who, me?” she said, feigning innocence. “Nooo. But I may have heard from a certain someone that Jeonghan’s own girlfriend wasn’t his first priority today.”

Seungcheol groaned. “I knew she was gonna pull something like this.”

How could he forget that jeonghan's girlfriend could be mischievous like Jeonghan himself? They're a perfect match indeed.

Both can be the sweetest and menace at the same time.

His girlfriend shook her head again, sighing dramatically. “I thought I was your number one, Cheol. But I see now... I was blind.”

“Oh my god.” He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her before she could protest. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re a cheater,” she mumbled into his chest.

“A victim,” he corrected, resting his chin on her head. “I got caught in the crossfire of their relationship drama.”

And he was indeed a victim because from a certain shared apartment in the other side of the city, a certain couple is giggling to themselves, while listening to the record of a certain girls conversation over the phone with Seungcheol's girlfriend.

Seungcheol's girlfriend huffed, clearly not actually mad, just enjoying messing with him. “Still. You should’ve seen me first.”

He chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

She let out a fake reluctant sigh. “Fine. But next time, you better run straight home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kissing her properly this time.

And just like that, Seungcheol was forgiven—until Jeonghan's girlfriend inevitably pulled another stunt again.

[blossomjke]

COULD THIS GO ON FOREVER ` pjs

when you're worried about your boyfriend catching a cold, but all he's concerned about is getting a kiss from you in the rain ˎˊ˗

엔하이픈 ✮ pjs x f!reader

genre: uni au | fluff | skinship | kissing | making out | est. relationship

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18:56

You sighed for the third time, glancing at the time displayed on your lockscreen.

You felt like you were suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings.

The way the wind blew stronger than usual, the way the dense clouds moved quicker across the dark sky, covering the moon.

The way the campus field in front of you lay empty as you were the only one sitting on the stands, and the way it was past time, yet your boyfriend was no where to be seen.

He was supposed to be meeting you where you were right now, but his text said "6:30".

Maybe his classes must be dragging today.

You thought, the smell of rain hitting your senses.

"Fuck." You muttered, realizing you had no umbrella, neither a raincoat. And you hated getting wet in the rain.

You sat there, sheltered by the roofs that covered the stands, noticing how it began to drizzle rather quickly. And so you hoped that your boyfriend was carrying something to cover up.

Fetching your phone from your bag, you were about to text him again when you noticed somebody jogging towards you, across the stands.

"Oh my god Jay, what took you so long?" You stood up, facing him as he slightly panted.

"My stupid teammates bailed out on me and Hoon to finish the whole damn project." He rolled his eyes, keeping his bag on the stand.

"But that's not how it works. Y'all are supposed to work on it together. All of you." You raised an eyebrow.

"I know. Unfortunately they don't care about what grade they get but, I do." He sighed, taking a seat.

You couldn't help but sit back down as well.

"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. I should've texted you." Jay looked at you, placing his hand on yours that rested on your lap.

"It's okay really. But I think we're gonna be stuck here for a while now since....you don't have an umbrella either." You intertwined your fingers with his.

"I mean, it's not too bad, is it?"

He knew you didn't like the rain too much yet you shook your head, smiling at him because even if you were stuck, you were stuck with him.

"It's not, now that you're here." You leaned towards him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Jay chuckled, bringing up another hand to gently caress your hair.

You both sat in comfortable silence for the next few minutes, Jay's thumb subconsciously drawing slow circles on your hand.

"I wanna do something." He suddenly spoke, causing you to lift your head off of his shoulder.

"What?"

"It's gonna be crazy." He shook his head before standing up, slowly removing his hand from your grasp.

"What do you mean?" Your lips tugged upwards as you watched him take off his sneakers and socks.

He didn't answer you but gave you a look before walking a few steps down the stands, right into the field.

"Jay what the fuck!?" You gasped, watching how his shirt turned translucent as he pushed his hair back, getting drenched in the evening showers.

You walked down the stands too, but stopped right at the edge of the shade above, the mist already hitting your face.

"This isn't a good idea you know." You stated, making sure he heard you despite of the pitter-patters of the rain.

"I've always wanted to do this." He smiled, tilting his head upwards, feeling the raindrops sprinkle on the expanse of his face.

Something about the way you could literally see his fatigue wash off, the tension lifting off of his shoulders as he sighed in content, made you feel at ease as well.

Jay had been stressing about his piled up uni work and projects for the past week and it did take a toll on him. Sleepless nights, being offline, skipping meals; you'd seen it all.

But Jay was glad he had you.

His comfort, his home, his everything. The relationship you shared was more than just sharing sweet moments with each other.

Being final year students was not easy. But you and Jay always made sure to help each other out and be there for each other during the ups and downs despite pursuing completely different majors.

"Come on, baby." He moved his gaze to your figure, stretching his arms for you to join him.

"I don't want both of us to get sick, Jay." You shook your head, folding your arms.

"We won't. Now come on. Trust me this feels amazing." He tried to convince you as you couldn't help but think about it.

Maybe it wasn't too bad as he said.

Maybe this could help you feel relaxed as well.

You took off your slides, placing them in the corner before turning your gaze back to him.

"If I get sick-"

"We'll be sick together." Jay cut you off with a smirk.

"You're insufferable." You shook your head before moving out of the shade, immediately feeling the cool drops dampen your clothes as the plastic grass felt rather pleasant under your feet.

"SO COLD OH GOD." You shrieked, grabbing Jay's outstretched hand as he pulled you towards him.

He laughed at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Isn't this romantic?" He swayed you side to side as you placed your arms over his shoulders.

"Cliché." You rolled your eyes playfully, your lips tugging upwards.

"Sometimes life is about being cliché. Living like we're in a movie instead of this mundane world." He leaned closer, his nose touching yours as you felt your heart begin to swell.

This moment began to make sense to you, began to feel rather magical as you slowly understood what Jay was trying to convey.

And you loved it.

"You're right." You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of the earth along with the hints of musk and peppermint from your boyfriend.

"Relax with me." He whispered, pulling you flush against him, his lips contrastingly warm against the cool and damp surface of your cheek.

He dragged his lips from your cheekbone to the soft edge of your jaw, tilting his head to place a teasing kiss under your ear, making you closing your eyes and slowly fist the collars of his shirt as a tantalizing wave of pleasure bloomed inside of you.

He moved back to look at your face, your eyes now looking back at him with a gaze that explained why your fingers were moving up to trace his bottom lip, wiping a droplet of water.

Proceeding to kiss your fingertips, Jay then gently held your wrist, guiding it back to his shoulder before leaning in.

His lips enveloped yours in a kiss that felt magnetic, like a key that fit in just right. Like his lips were made to devour yours, slow and warm.

He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your back arched, feeling like you couldn't get enough of the heat in between. Your lips moved against his, your tongue occasionally teasing.

Jay let out a low grunt, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head, his tongue moving past your lips, clashing yours gently.

You let out a soft moan, your hands sliding to his face as the continuous movement of his jaw under your palms made you weak in your knees.

The rain was cold in contrast to the blooming heat, the feeling of his body against yours as he caged you into his embrace.

"Could this go on forever?" He mumbled against your lips as you gave a slow nod.

"Let's go home and we shall find out." You placed a kiss on his jaw, his skin cool against your mouth.

"I see what you're tryna do, sweetheart." He smirked.

"Come on." You gave him a knowing look before taking his hand and pulling him back under the shade of the stands.

"Already? What's the rush?" Jay raised a brow, his lips tugging up even more.

You didn't speak too much as you let him think about whatever he assumed from your words, shaking your head as you tried not to break into laughter.

Taking your belongings, the two of you quickly made it to his apartment since it was nearer.

"Ahhh, so warm." You chirped, placing your hot chocolate mug on the coffee table as you turned to look at your beloved boyfriend who proceeded to side-eye you.

"So this is what you meant when you said, let's go home and we shall find out? " He asked before taking a sip from his own mug.

"Mhm. What else did you think? Of course we can't be kissing in the rain forever you idiot. You'd be sick by now." You laughed, moving your gaze to the TV that played one of your favorite series.

"Argh, but at least can we kiss now? Please...?" He kept his mug down before shifting closer to you and resting his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Yeah just give me like, eight more minutes okay? I'm at the main scene right now." You ran your fingers through his soft dark hair in a comforting manner.

"I better get my kiss though." He yawned, snuggling closer as he felt you nod in acknowledgement.

You watched the rest of the episode, sighing in satisfaction before switching off the television.

An instant ache made its way to your chest when you looked down to find him asleep, soft snores leaving his lips. His legs were tucked in, his breath was slow.

He was clinging to you because he was tired and sleepy. How could you not have noticed?

"Oh, my love..." You whispered to him, stroking his hair, feeling a little guilty yet smiling in endearment.

He looked like a little cat in your arms like that.

You kissed the top of his head, trying not to make sharp movements to wake him up.

Yet he did.

"Sorry I woke you up." You slightly frowned.

"Hmmm, you didn't kiss me yet, did you?" He opened an eye, looking up at you, his voice groggy with sleep.

You broke into a soft grin, shaking your head as you let him sit up and stretch a little.

You then leaned forward, cupping his cheeks with your palms as you pressed your lips to his.

He instantly melted as he smiled lazily against your lips, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

He had finally gotten his long awaited kiss from his favorite person, his love.

What could ever be better than this?

Note: Thank you so much for reading! Hope y'all liked it :)

[cremeful]

thinkin about dadbf!smoke and brat!reader while listening to maneater by nelly furtado. — pt 2 here.

you had no business being with a man half your age but it was something about that man that pulled you in. His demeaner had you hooked, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke.

He told you multiple times " you got no business foolin around wit me, go get a boy your age. " he had zero intentions of pursuing you knowing how your ages would be controversial but yet he never really stopped you from coming around.

you had been invited to a 4th of july cookout throwin by stack, smokes younger twin brother which you knew it was a horrible idea attending givin the fact that last time you spoke to smoke you exchanged a few words to him that left a sore spot in whatever your relationship was considered.

you were dressed in a cute outfit that you were sure that would have smoke and others looking at you. you needed smoke to see you for you and not your age, you wanted him and no one else.

"look what the wind blew in!" a familiar rang out, it was stack. you were rounding the house and in front of the metal fence. He was wearing a white wifebeater and black jeans, he looked good.

"yea yea yea" you waved your hand dismissing his joke. once you reached him you gave him a side hug, "where ya been girl? havent seen you in foreva!" you laughed at his tone, "you know, i just been busy is all." he kisses his teeth and mutters "mann, you not to busy too call."

which he's right, no matter how busy you got, you always made time to call or come around, there was another reason why you haven't been around; smoke and his new "girlfriend"

you offer stack an apology, telling him that you will come around more again regardless of how pack your schedule is, he just nodded and told you that everyone else has yet to arrive but annie , mary and sammie are inside getting things together.

what he failed to mention is that so is smoke and his so called girlfriend and when you called through the backdoor sweetly yelling "hi familyyy!" sammie and annie whom where finishing up setting the coolers with ice, smiled and both let out a "OH MY GOD, ♡ !"

you laughed at their excitement, annie was the first one to pull you into a bone crushing hug. "where have you been girl, i missed ya so much" you can tell you absence cause her sadness, you can only offer her your time to make up for it.

once you two pull away sammie is standing next to you, he compliments your outfit, then offers you a side hug, you asked where mary was and the two exchanged knowing looks, "what y'all?" you let out a laugh of confusion. Sammie clears his throat "she's in the livingroom with smoke." he pauses before continuing "and sierra."

you said nothing, just smiling a bit. the pair can see the glint in your eye, like you are planning something you shouldn't be. they know you too well, they knew how bad smoke hurt you when he showed up a month ago with the girl beside like she belonged there.

"i know that look in your eye, don't get under that mans skin today, ♡" annie all but pleads but she knew you already had your mind made up. "im just gonna go say hi annie, i promise i'll be nice" she just shook her head.

once you stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room you saw mary setting in the armchair with her back facing you with smoke and his girlfriend sitting on the loveseat next to her.

smoke saw you before anyone else, his eyes were dark and heavy. once you fully stepped into the room mary sees you and jumps up to hug you, offering the same compliments as sammie did.

smoke still hasn't said anything and being the defiant girl that you are, you turned to him, batting your eyelashes and your glossed lips sweetly said "hi, elijah." head titled and all. he knew what you were doing, you were doing what you do best and that is act out.

a/n: i will post pt2 in da morning plsss dnt hate meee

[cherrysinner]

WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW 🍓

…or rafe realizing he wants to marry you.

🍓 pairing .ᐟ boyfriend!rafe x farmer's gf!reader

🍓 summary .ᐟ how rafe knew he wanted to propose to you.

🍓 warnings / tags .ᐟ none! fluff

🍓 author's note .ᐟ this is a part of my farmer’s wife au! just from when they were just dating.

FARMER'S WIFE MASTERLIST 🍓3K MASTERLIST

you and rafe didn't get much private time, and when you did, your father always told you to keep your bedroom door open; so it didn't give you much time to cozy up to one another, but after having dated for one year, your parents finally agreed to letting you go away with him for the weekend.

"we're almost there." rafe said, your hand intertwined with his, his calloused thumb stroking your soft skin. he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, and a few minutes later, the two of you stopped in front of a bed and breakfast.

"this place looks adorable!" you squealed, scurrying to get out of your seatbelt and out of the car, and the moment you got out of the car, you were prepared to throw yourself at rafe.

the building in front of you was a two-floored brown-painted victorian house, a friendly couple stood in front of the door with a small smile, "you're right on time!" the woman called out. rafe got out of the car, a similar smile on his face. he walked up to you, intertwining your fingers as you walked to the door. "welcome, mr. and mrs. cameron."

rafe was about to speak up, only for you to interrupt him, "thank you." you smiled, intertwining your fingers with rafe's, causing his eyes to widen. he could tell by the movements of your lips that the words "could you show us to our room?" left your lips, but the buzzing in his ears was so loud and the smile on his face so wide that he couldn't hear you, not until you were a few steps ahead of him, smiling at him, "are you coming, honey?"

the interaction still stayed on his mind the next day as the two of you were sitting next to one another on the diner booth, rafe tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. your attention was on the menu you were holding, but your boyfriend's attention was on you, watching every gesture you made, every twitch of your nose and every blink of your eyes.

"okay, i made my choice." you smiled, turning to rafe, "i think i'm gonna get some blueberry pancakes. of course, soaked in maple syrup. what about you? let me guess. bacon?"

rafe let out a soft huff of a laughter, nodding his head. he put his hand on your waist, tugging you closer to his side. "and eggs. you know me so well." the man nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, making you roll your eyes.

"of course i do." you pushed his head away jokingly. the waitress walked to your table, a smile on her face and a notepad in her hand, "so, y'all decided yet?"

"yes!" you exclaimed, putting down the menu and looking up at her with a smile, "i'll have some blueberry pancakes, and my husband will have eggs and bacon. oh, and two cups of coffee."

as you were finishing up the order, you missed the ridiculously wide grin on rafe's lips, his heart beating against his chest as he looked at you, the adorable smile on your lips and the way your eyes glistened under the diner lights. as the waitress walked away, you turned to look at rafe, your brows furrowing as you let out an adorable chuckle, "what?"

"nothing." rafe shook his head, intertwining your fingers with his and bringing them to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand, his stubble tickling your skin.

that day, he knew he'd have to start looking at engagement rings.

[titaniasfairy]

hush up

hi y'all! here's something to chew on, its the longest thing i've written for this blog! i lowkey hate it but that doesn't matter.

18+ MDNI

pairing: remmick x female!reader

wc: 2.7k

cw: sub!remmick, cunnilingus, riding, gagging, creampie, remmick is a brat

remmick doesn’t know how to listen.

he gets lippy with you at the drop of a hat, refusing to listen to you when he knows that you’re right. usually it’s little things like when he comes home when the sun comes up, though you’ve told him a million times that if he does it again, you’re not treating his burn wounds. or when he sinks his teeth in you for a little too long, despite you telling him you’re not ready to be dead yet like him. he’ll come up with some excuse like “i couldn’t find food for miles” or “i haven’t drank in days” when he knows full well that he’s lying through his ungodly sharp teeth. 

most days you can handle it, he’s your man after all. even if he isn’t a man at all, not anymore. but today you weren’t having it. 

it was after dawn, the early-morning sunlight beaming through your bedroom windows as the roosters crowed. usually, your mornings start before anyone else’s. you rise before the sun does and start the day with a cigarette on the front porch, waiting for your lover to come home from his nightly hunt for his dinner. each morning he’ll say his greeting, you’ll ask how was dinner, then invite him in. it didn’t matter if remmick knew the house like the back of his hand, knew where the creaks in the floor were, or where you kept the shotgun, his invitation was only per day. you had yet to refuse him, but it felt good that you had the power to turn him away like a stray dog. 

you knew something was off when you woke, you never slept in till sunrise. still, you rose from your bed and put your house shoes on. before you could leave the bedroom, you heard heavy footsteps on dirt that followed to your porch. he was late, really late.

“baby please! they’re coming for me— open the door!” 

remmick’s voice was hoarse and rough, like he’d been screaming all night. you rushed to the door and swung it open, revealing your lover on your doorstep. his hair was matted with sweat and his face was covered in dirt stains. one of his eyes was nearly swollen shut and an open cut was laid across his face. he was scorching hot, you could hear the sizzling on his back from the sunlight. the sun had left holes in the wife beater you bought him, the dress shirt he had been wearing the night before long gone. you looked behind him and around in the yard, looking for whatever he said was after him. “what the fuck happened to you?” his arms were raised and his hands rested on his head to slow his hasty panting. 

“it’s the choctaw! they found me in the woods and i’ve been running ever since— you gotta let me in, baby, or they’re gonna find me.” 

his mouth was running faster than his brain was, stumbling on his words and biting his own tongue. remmick keeled over and put his hands on his knees, his back moving up and down from his heavy breathing. despite his idiocracy, you believed him. he’d told you before about the native vampire hunters that live around town, though he’s always been able to slip from their grasp. 

“cmon, but go wash up before you get my sheets dirty.” 

“thank you, sugar.” he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead in gratitude before slipping past you and going straight to your washroom. you closed the door behind him and lit a cigarette, leaning against one of the porch posts. you shook your head in disbelief at the situation, you always tell him not to go too far off-property or he’ll get himself in trouble. you’d only puffed your cigarette once before you heard the water running behind you, at least he listened to you about that. sometimes remmick acted as if he was still a boy, with no mama to raise him right. you wonder what he was like before he died, every time you asked he’d hush up and look the other way. your thoughts were soon interrupted by a group of men on horseback riding down your driveway. you’d never seen then before, but you knew who they were. 

the men stopped their horses in front of your house and one dismounted and approached you. 

“good morning ma’am. we have reason to believe that there is a man on the loose, and he may have approached your home.” 

there was no reason to be rude to the men, they were just doing their jobs, after all. you tried your best to appear genuinely surprised, raising your eyebrows and widening your eyes. “i ain’t seen nobody, sir, but i’ll be on the lookout.” you tapped your cigarette against the banisters, letting the ash fall to the dirt. 

“this man is very dangerous, and if he’s in your home we need to act now.” you knew he had a feeling you were lying, but you kept up the act anyway. 

“if there was a dangerous man in my house, i’d know. nothing my gun can’t handle.” 

the man gave you a slight smile and nodded in acknowledgment. turning away from you and stepping back to his stead, he said something in a language you didn’t understand and followed it with, “let’s hope she has silver bullets.” 

you rolled your eyes and stomped your cigarette out. once they were gone you went back in the house, closing the doors behind you. it was already dark inside, remmick must’ve closed the curtains already. “remmick, they’re gone.” you walked into the bedroom to find him laying on your bed asleep in a new wife beater and boxers he’d taken from the drawer you put his clothes in. his arms were resting above his head, he’d already made himself at home. but to remmick, you were the closest thing he ever had to a home. he was rid of the dirt stains and sweaty hair, but the cuts and bruises on him remained. despite how handsome he looked in front of you, you were still pissed.

“you wanna tell me where you’re goin’ at night? because i know you didn’t run into them choctaw on my property.” you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and resting under your breasts. he sat up suddenly, holding himself up by his arms. he had that look in his eyes— the one he always gave you when he knew he was guilty. he was like a dog who’d been caught rummaging through the trash. “baby i was— you know them deer don’t come around no more.” he rubbed his eyes, still sleepy from the cat nap he took while he waited for the natives to leave.

“don’t give me that excuse, remmick. i see them all the time around here.” you weren’t giving him an inch, you’d heard these excuses before and you weren’t falling for them anymore. “d’you go into town?” he was fully alert now, leaning towards you on the bed. “of course i didn’t, darling, i know better than that.” you told remmick months ago to stay away from town at night, knowing he’d end up killing some poor soul who had no idea what was coming to them. “then where the hell were you?” you gave him a second to answer, but he could only stutter. 

“you got some other bitch you’ve been seeing? because i swear to god remmick i’ll shoot a silver bullet through that skull of yours.” 

he stood up from the bed and was on you in a heartbeat he didn’t have, his hands holding your face. “i swear on my ancestors, baby— i’d never do that to you.” he pressed a long kiss on your forehead, those same puppy dog eyes looking down at you. but this time you knew he was being truthful. he shut his eyes and kissed your cheek, leaning into your ear, “you know no one’s gonna make me feel as you do, sugar.” 

you had to close your eyes to fight off the arousal pooling in your stomach from his words. his lips tickled the hairs on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you let out a shaky breath, gaining back your composure. remmick’s hands shifted to your waist, holding onto you like a prayer. you could feel the bulge between his legs press against you, making your breath hitch again. you squeezed your eyes shut, you couldn’t just give into him like that, you had to punish him somehow. 

“get on the bed.” 

you didn’t have to tell him twice, by the time you had opened your eyes, he was laying on his back with his hands folded on his chest and a shit-eating grin across his handsome face. you sauntered to him, standing over the edge of the bed. the darkness of the room made his face consumed by shadows, his bright blue eyes now dulled to deep black holes. after stepping out of your house slippers, you reached under your nightgown and rolled your panties down your legs, remmick’s eyes never leaving your body. once your underwear was on the floor, you picked them up and threw them on the bed, landing on the pillow next to him. you slowly made your way onto the bed and straddled your lover, looking down on his dumbfounded face. his eyes were wide with admiration and lust, despite his irises having any color to them. his lips were plump and slightly ajar, his mouthing beginning to drool. “one day you’re gonna learn to listen to me, baby” you reached down and wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth, leaving him speechless. “i know what i’m talking about, y’know.” you ran your fingers through his brown locks and gripped them, forcing him to look into your eyes. 

“isn’t that right, sugar?” 

he moaned when it left your lips, the pet name he calls you so regularly. it only made you chuckle. though you couldn’t see it, you knew. remmick was so hard it hurt, his hips beginning to buck into thin air from no contact at all. you stuck two fingers in his open mouth, wetting them with his saliva. while he was too busy to respond, you slowly made your way to straddle his face. “now you’re going to listen to me, or else you won’t get what i know you want. do you understand me, remmick?” he nodded eagerly, knowing what you were planning. “good boy.” you pulled your fingers from his mouth and wiped them on his cheek. you bunched your nightgown up at your hips and placed your hand on the headboard to steady yourself before lowering onto remmick’s mouth. 

“you know what to do.” 

in an instant, his tongue was exploring your folds and running itself along the length of your cunt. both of you let out a wanton moan, a combined sigh of relief and pleasure. his eyes were squeezed shut, taking in the addicting taste of you, while you rocked your hips on his tongue, riding his face. remmick’s hands found your hips, holding you down on his wet muscle. usually, you’d make him keep his hands to himself, but you were too focused on getting yourself off to care. 

you could feel the vibrations his moans each time he groaned into your heat, his hunger for you taking over his senses. you tipped your head back, your moans echoing off the wooden walls of the house. the pleasure being shot through you made you sweat, overheating your body. you lifted your nightgown over your head and threw it into a corner, leaving you bare. remmick’s eyes opened instantly and his gaze landed on your breasts, making his hips buck and his lips wrap around your clit. he ate pussy like it was his god given gift and his tongue was his blessing. 

before you knew it, your orgasm passed through you, striking you like lightning. remmick held you steady while the shocks shot through you and your vision was blinded by white light. your high felt like a tsunami, a giant wave of euphoria that hit you with great force. once you came to, you slowly raised yourself from remmick’s mouth. “what do we say?” you asked, forcing him to use his brain for once. “thank you, darlin’” 

“there you go, sweetheart.” your voice was sweet like honey and smooth like velvet to his ears, making his cock ache in his boxers. remmick always loved when you treated him like this, like there was nothing in the world that mattered but you. it made him feel alive again. you noticed the look in his eyes and kissed him hard, lips crushing against his with unrelenting passion. you both moaned into the kiss, tongues overlapping and exploring each other’s mouths. you continued to kiss him while you pulled his boxers down, revealing his throbbing length. he whimpered in your mouth when you wrapped your hand around him and whined when you lined his cock up to your entrance. you pulled away from his lips to admire him when you lowered yourself onto him, his face contorting in pleasure. 

you laid a hand on his firm stomach for support, making sure you were taking all you could. when you bottomed out you let out a deep sigh, like a ton of bricks had just fallen off your shoulders. remmick’s hands were already on your hips, but you wanted to be in total control this time. “hands to yourself.” you grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed, using them as leverage to begin rocking your hips. “cmon’ baby, i need to-“ you shushed him quick and grabbed the panties you’d discarded by his head. 

“open.” 

surprisingly, he obliged. you wadded up the fabric and shoved in his mouth, letting him taste you once again on his tongue. you put your hands back on his wrists and began to bounce on his cock, your cunt gripping him with vigor. the room had filled with noises of the wet gushing of your cunt, the sinful moans from your open mouth, and the muffled groans of the vampire below you. you got off on how pathetic remmick looked below you, the same monster that others track down and hunt for sport. but you didn’t want to hunt this beast, you only wanted to tame it. he writhed below you, his back arching and his chest heaving. it only made your second orgasm approach itself faster. he had become insatiable, his hips bucking up to meet yourself with each stroke of your cunt on his dick. 

“cmon’ baby, i know you can do it.” 

remmick let out what sounded like a sob muffled by your panties, the sound sending shockwaves through you and making your pussy clench. your words made him thrust up into you even harder and faster, drilling himself into you. his eyes had turned a deep red, his brows furrowed and he began to grunt like an animal. your hands left his wrists and landed on his throat, you’d be choking him to death if he was still alive. remmick seized the opportunity to grab your hips now that his hands were free, holding you in place so he could piston his hips into you. you threw your head back and screamed in euphoric delight. the coil that had been tightening in your core snapped, you froze as your orgasm crashed over you. you suddenly yanked the makeshift gag from remmick’s mouth, he’d almost bitten a hole through them. your cunt clenched before feeling the warmth flooding it, spilling inside you. loud and deep moans rung through your ears, hearing him reach his own orgasm. you both stayed in place before you fell into his arms, the both of you sweaty and heaving. remmick wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, you closed your eyes and rested your head on his hollow chest before grinning to yourself.

“see what happens when you listen to me?”

an: aahhh i hope y'all like this, i wrote this in one sitting lmfao. also i recited that entire scene with the choctaw from memory and i believe it's almost perfect but i refuse to check lolol. please feel free to send me asks in my inbox!! i love hearing y'all's ideas. - bear 🐻

[absinthe-over-tea]

either way it's gonna || the pitt

pt 1 next>>

pairing: jack abbott x f!resident!reader warnings: brief mention of drug overdose, probably lots of medical inaccuracies a/n: Coming out of retirement for this traumatized old man. This is just a quick drabble/intro into a larger story, so there will be multiple parts if y'all are into it (and eventually I'll put it on ao3)! Excuse the rust + my complete lack of medical knowledge. This is also my first time ever writing x reader, so be nice. lol Not beta read.

It took less than five minutes for Jack to come to the conclusion that he was completely fucked. 

Right as he got to The Pitt for his shift, a gurney came barrelling past him from the ambulance bay, a gowned and gloved woman he’d never seen before balanced on the edge doing chest compressions. 

“Take us to Trauma 1,” you called out to the EMT pushing the gurney before listing out vitals. “Female, 25, probable OD, crashed while being unloaded. I need Narcan and a crash cart now!” 

You looked up and locked eyes with him, and for a split second, all Jack could do was stand there and blink at the immediate and inexplicable feeling that his world was tilting on its axis. Then you raised an eyebrow and snapped “Are you going to help me or stand there like a first year?” 

He immediately moved without question or comment, shaking off the slight burning in his ears at being chastised by a stranger. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d frozen like that. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

You executed the code flawlessly, and Jack administered Narcan the moment the patient was back in sinus rhythm. The patient quickly stabilized, though she was still unconscious, and a nurse quickly moved in to set up an IV. 

You wiped away sweat from your brow with the back of your wrist, the mundane movement captivating Jack. All at once, he realized you were not only a clearly capable doctor, but you just might be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

“Thanks for the assist, Doctor…Abbot?” Recognition sparked as you read his badge, and your eyes immediately rounded. “Oh god, you’re the night shift attending. Dana mentioned you. And I called you a first year. In front of the entire floor. Which is entirely out of line and extremely disrespectful, especially since you don’t even know me yet because today is my first day. Fuck me, I’m so s—” 

Jack stopped you before you could stutter out an apology, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot at the way the doctor he’d just witnessed commanding a trauma room like it was second nature was suddenly rambling like a nervous intern. A faint blush was dusting the tops of your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Never apologize for putting a patient’s needs before niceties. You handled that code like a badass,” he assured. Your cheeks flushed a shade deeper at the praise, and he violently shoved down the sudden impulse to reach out and trace the now-pink skin with his fingertips. 

You quickly thanked him and excused yourself to go check on your next patient, and he watched as you straightened your shoulders and shook out your hands to compose yourself before striding into the next room. The smile he’d been holding back broke through with a vengeance. 

He was halfway up the stairs minutes later before he realized he didn’t even catch your name.

[mcrdvcks]

Could I request a one shot of Old Man Logan? Something with fluff and angst like a huge argument between him and his other half and Laura works to get them to make up after days of not talking

things i wish you said

chapter summary: You and Logan get into a fight and Laura tries to get the two of you to see the errors in your ways.

word count: 2.8k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: thank y'all for sending in requests! i've been working on the last chapter of i love you, in every time but i ran into a bit of writer's block so the requests really helped <3

anyways, i hope this was what you wanted anon!

warnings/tags: au of 'logan (2017)' aka logan doesn't die at the end, arguments, angst, laura being smarter than reader and logan, really this is just laura being a smartass, fluff

"I can’t believe you!” You set the dish towel angrily down on the counter, glaring at Logan. “You are the most stubborn man I have ever met.”

Logan leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression hard. “Yeah? Well, someone’s gotta be stubborn, considering you’re trying to fix a situation that ain’t broken.”

“It is broken, Logan!” you snapped, pointing a finger at him. “You just refuse to see it because that’s what you do! Shut everything out, pretend like nothing’s wrong until it all blows up in your face.”

His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “What’s wrong is you makin’ a mountain out of a molehill. I said I’ll handle it.”

“You handling it usually means disappearing for a week and coming back bloodied and brooding!” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “God forbid you actually let someone help you for once.”

“I don’t need your help!” he barked, his voice rising. “I’ve been doin’ just fine on my own for years.”

“And look where that’s gotten you!” The words came out sharper than you intended, but the frustration boiling in your chest wouldn’t let you stop. “You’re not on your own anymore, Logan. When are you gonna get that through your thick skull?”

Logan’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then, his voice dropped to a dangerous low. “You don’t think I know that? I didn’t ask for any of this, but here we are. I’m doin’ the best I can, and it ain’t enough for you, is it?”

“That’s not what I said!” You took a step toward him, shaking your head in disbelief. “But you don’t even try to meet me halfway. You just... shut down and push me out the second it gets hard.”

“Maybe I’m tryin’ to protect you,” he shot back, his words laced with frustration.

“From what? From you?” Your voice cracked, the argument chipping away at the walls you’d built to keep your own emotions in check. “I’m not scared of you, Logan. What scares me is losing you because you’re too damn stubborn to let anyone in.”

Logan’s mouth opened as if to retort, but no words came. He stood there, breathing hard, the weight of your words hanging heavy between you. Without another word, he turned and stalked out of the room, the screen door slamming behind him.

You stood there, staring at the door, your heart pounding. Part of you wanted to go after him, to yell more, to make him understand. But another part of you was too tired—too hurt.

The house was quiet now, save for the faint creak of the floorboards as Laura walked in from the hallway. She didn’t say anything right away, just hovered in the doorway, her arms crossed in that way that made her look far older than her twelve years.

“You two are so loud,” she finally said, her tone flat but edged with something that sounded suspiciously like annoyance.

You groaned, dropping your hands and looking over at her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Laura replied, stepping further into the kitchen. She pulled out a chair and sat across from you, her sharp gaze studying your face. “You’re crying.”

You swiped at your cheek quickly, though you weren’t sure why. Laura didn’t miss much. “It’s nothing, kiddo.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” she said, her tone even. She leaned her elbows on the table, her small hands clasped together. “You and Logan fight all the time now.”

“That’s not true,” you replied automatically, though the words felt hollow as soon as you said them.

Laura just stared at you, unblinking. “It is.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair. “Sometimes grown-ups argue. That’s just how it is.”

“Yeah, but you’re mad at him all the time. And he’s mad at himself. It’s annoying.” Her bluntness cut through you, and she tilted her head. “Are you going to leave?”

“What? No.” The question startled you, and you leaned forward. “No, Laura. I’m not going anywhere. I love Logan. I just... wish he’d stop shutting me out.”

Laura didn’t say anything for a while. She just stared at you, her gaze as sharp as ever, like she was picking apart everything you’d just said.

Finally, she shrugged. “Then tell him.”

You blinked. “I have told him.”

“No, you yelled at him.” Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact, and it made you feel about two inches tall. “That’s not the same.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face. “It’s complicated, kid.”

Laura tilted her head. “No, it’s not. You’re mad. He’s mad. You both stop talking. Then you stay mad.”

You stared at her, caught off guard by how simple she made it sound. “It’s not that easy.”

Laura didn’t respond to that, just gave you a look—one of those looks that made you realize this twelve-year-old could probably win a staring contest with the Grim Reaper. She stood up without another word and walked back toward the hallway, leaving you sitting there with a mix of frustration, guilt, and... something else you couldn’t quite name.

---

The next few days were... quiet. Too quiet. Logan didn’t come around much, and when he did, it was brief—mostly to grab a beer or say a gruff goodnight. You didn’t push him, not yet, but the silence between you was its own kind of argument.

You also knew that he wasn’t sleeping in bed with you. You could tell because you’d wake up early for work, only to find Logan sprawled out on the couch, his legs dangling off the armrest. You would’ve woken him up—told him to go to bed while you left—but you stopped yourself every time. The anger hadn’t completely faded, but it had started to feel hollow, replaced by something heavier.

This morning was no different. You paused in the living room doorway, coffee in hand, watching him. He was fast asleep, one arm thrown over his face, the other hanging off the edge of the couch. You sighed quietly to yourself.

“Just go to bed, idiot,” you muttered under your breath, knowing he wouldn’t hear it.

---

Laura stood in the doorway of the garage, watching Logan fiddle with the same part of the truck he’d been pretending to fix for the past twenty minutes. She didn’t say anything at first—just stood there, arms crossed, her quiet presence heavy enough that Logan eventually sighed.

“You gonna say somethin’ or just stand there starin’?” he muttered without looking up, his voice rough.

Laura shrugged. “You’re not fixing anything.”

Logan’s hands paused for half a second before he went back to the wrench, a little harder this time. “Truck needs work.”

“It doesn’t,” Laura said bluntly. “You’re hiding.”

Logan froze again, jaw tightening. “Ain’t hidin’.”

“You are,” she insisted. Laura took a step closer, eyeing him like he was some kind of experiment she was studying. “You and Y/N are mad. It’s annoying.”

Logan finally looked up at her, scowling. “What’s annoying is you stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong.”

Laura didn’t flinch. She just stared at him, unfazed as ever. “If you don’t talk to her, she’s going to leave.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed, and his grip on the wrench tightened. “She’s not gonna leave.”

Laura raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Logan stared at her, expression unreadable, but he didn’t answer. He looked back at the truck instead, as if the bolts and metal could give him something to focus on. “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, kid.”

Laura stepped closer, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. “I know you. And I know her. She cries when you’re not looking.”

Logan stilled, his shoulders tensing, but he didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to hear it—didn’t want to think about it.

Laura didn’t stop. “You think shutting her out makes her safer, but it doesn’t. It just makes her sad.”

“Laura,” Logan said sharply, his voice low.

She ignored the warning in his tone. “You don’t want her to leave, but you’re acting like you do.”

That hit something, and Logan finally set the wrench down, exhaling harshly. “You don’t get it.”

“I do.” Laura’s voice was calm, but there was something pointed beneath it. “You’re scared. You don’t want to need her.”

Logan looked at her, his scowl deeper now, though it lacked its usual bite. “Yeah? Where’d you get all that from?”

Laura shrugged. “I watch you. I listen. You’re both loud.”

Logan shook his head and ran a hand over his face, grumbling under his breath. “You’re a real pain, you know that?”

She just tilted her head. “You’re worse.”

Logan let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Great. So now I’m gettin’ life advice from a twelve-year-old.”

Laura shrugged again and turned to leave. “If you don’t talk to her, I will.”

That got his attention. “Hey—”

But she was already walking out of the garage, not bothering to look back. “You’re welcome,” she called flatly.

Logan swore under his breath, watching her disappear. He sat there for a moment, hands resting on his knees, staring at the half-fixed truck. He hated that kid sometimes—hated how she could cut right through him like that.

And worse, she was right.

---

You came back from work late, opting to eat out instead of at home to avoid any awkward interactions. By the time you walked through the door, the house was dark except for the faint glow of the kitchen light. You set your bag down quietly, not wanting to risk waking anyone up.

But as you turned toward the living room, you noticed Logan sitting on the couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. He wasn’t looking at you—his gaze was fixed on the floor, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped loosely together.

You hesitated, debating whether to say anything or just go straight to bed. Before you could decide, his gravelly voice cut through the silence.

“You didn’t come home last night.”

You froze, then blinked. “What?”

He finally looked up at you, his expression unreadable. “Laura told me. Said she noticed. I didn’t.”

You frowned, your heart sinking a little. “Logan, I—”

“I should’ve noticed,” he interrupted, his voice low, almost too quiet. He leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. “That’s on me.”

You crossed your arms, unsure what to say. “I didn’t stay out because of you.”

“Yeah, you did,” he replied bluntly, cutting you off again. “You’re avoiding me. I get it.”

The way he said it—so matter-of-fact, like he was resigned to it—made something twist in your chest. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not avoiding you. I just needed... space.”

Logan scoffed, his lips curling into a humorless smirk. “Space. Right. Because I’m such a walk in the park to be around.”

“Logan—”

“I get it,” he repeated, louder this time, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t have to explain it. I know what I’m like. Hell, Laura reminds me every day.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “This isn’t about Laura. It’s not even about you being... difficult. It’s about you not letting me in.”

He stiffened at that, his jaw clenching. “I’m tryin’.”

“Are you?” Your voice softened, but the hurt was still there. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like you’re just waiting for me to give up.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a second, you thought he might argue. But then he sighed, slumping back against the couch. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice rough, almost bitter. “I don’t know how to let someone in without... screwin’ it all up.”

You stared at him, the anger you’d been holding onto slipping away, replaced by something softer. “You don’t have to have all the answers, Logan. I don’t expect you to be perfect. I just need you to try.”

“I am trying,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “It just... doesn’t feel like it’s enough.”

“It is,” you said firmly, stepping closer until you were standing in front of him. “But you can’t keep shutting me out every time things get hard. That’s not how this works.”

He looked up at you, his expression guarded but vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just studied your face like he was trying to decide whether to believe you.

Finally, he let out a long breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees again. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” you said softly, your voice steady. “But you have to let me stay.”

Logan nodded slowly, like he was finally starting to understand. “Alright,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “I’ll... figure it out.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you said, offering a small, tentative smile.

He didn’t smile back, but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes meeting yours. “You eaten?”

You blinked at the sudden change in topic. “What?”

“You look tired,” he said gruffly. “Bet you skipped dinner.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “I grabbed something on the way home.”

"Good," he muttered again, leaning back against the couch with a long exhale. His hand moved to the bottle of whiskey, but instead of picking it up, his fingers drummed against the glass absently.

You hesitated, then walked over to the couch, standing just in front of him. “Logan.”

He looked up at you, his brow furrowing slightly, waiting for you to say whatever was on your mind.

Instead, you sat down beside him, close enough that your knees touched. For a second, neither of you said anything. Then Logan let out another heavy sigh, reached over, and pulled you into his lap with a quiet grunt.

“Logan—”

“Just sit,” he said, his tone softer than usual, though still carrying that gruff edge. One of his hands rested lightly on your hip, the other settled on your thigh. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, and you could feel the tension in him start to ease as he let himself rest against you.

Your hands moved up instinctively, one settling on his arm, the other gently threading through his hair. He didn’t say anything at first, just breathed deeply, the weight of the past few days pressing down on both of you.

“You should come to bed tonight,” you murmured after a while, your voice quiet but steady.

Logan didn’t move, but you felt the way his body tensed under you. “I’m fine out here.”

“You’re not,” you said simply, your fingers brushing through his hair again. “You look miserable on this couch.”

He huffed a quiet laugh against your shoulder. “I’ll survive.”

“That’s not the point,” you pressed. “I want you in bed. With me. Where you belong.”

Logan lifted his head then, his eyes meeting yours. His expression was guarded, but there was something softer there too, like he was considering your words. “You sure you want me there?”

“Of course I’m sure,” you said, your hand moving to cup his jaw. “I always want you there, Logan. Even when I’m mad at you. Especially when I’m mad at you.”

That earned a faint smirk from him, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Didn’t think I was much for sharing a bed with someone.”

“Well, you’re not great at it,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “You steal the blankets, and you snore.”

“Don’t snore,” he muttered, his lips twitching slightly.

“You absolutely snore,” you shot back, smiling despite yourself. “But I don’t care. I just want you there.”

Logan studied you for a moment, his hand tightening slightly on your hip. Finally, he gave a small nod. “Alright.”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “Good.”

For a few minutes, you stayed like that, the silence between you no longer heavy but comfortable. Logan’s head rested against your chest, and you could feel the tension slowly draining out of him as your fingers moved lazily through his hair.

“Y’know,” he muttered after a while, his voice low, “Laura’s a pain in the ass sometimes.”

You chuckled softly. “She’s just looking out for you. For us.”

Logan grunted, his arm tightening around you slightly. “Kid’s too damn smart for her own good.”

“She gets that from you,” you said, smiling.

That earned another faint smirk, though he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, his eyes closing as he rested against you. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“Good,” you said softly, your hand continuing to stroke his hair.

For the first time in days, the tension between you felt like it was beginning to mend.

[electrosuite]

okay. al. i need something put into words. idk if you've seen it but in "we live in time" andrew and florence didn't hear cut when filming a sex scene. so i was wondering. could you do something where eddie has taken up acting. it's an experimental movie, so y'all are actually fucking. it's unsimulated sex. y'all don't hear cut, but you're so into it that neither of you stop. you don't notice until he cums, then you both remember the cameras.

warnings: swearing, fingering oral sex, descriptive sex, sex on camera

word count: 2.3k

a/n: i saw we live in time opening week and absolutely loved it. put andrew garfield's bare ass in more movies!!!

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One of the best decisions you'd made was moving to Hollywood to pursue acting. You loved it, and you were a natural. You could make yourself cry on command, you often lost yourself in scenes, and you weren't afraid to get nude on camera. That was something that was pretty common for the 80s, specifically female nudity.

You'd filmed many sex scenes in your career, but they were all simulated. Prosthetics, body doubles, cushions between bodies. But when you were approached to do an experimental film, one with completely unsimulated sex, your curiosity was piqued.

You were told you wouldn't meet the other actor until the day of, which turned out to be the first day on set. You were told that some studios, this one included, preferred to get sex scenes out of the way first and film the rest after. Your first impression of this guy would be when you had sex with him.

So when you were sitting on set in your tight black dress — which would be removed in the scene — and he walked in, your eyes widened. He was very handsome, just your type. He had long curly black hair, he was covered in tattoos, and immediately started joking around with the crew. He was wearing a suit, one which fit his body nicely.

When he spotted you, he walked right over and sat next to you.

"You my co-star?" he asked in a hopeful tone.

"That would be me."

"Eddie." He stuck his hand out and you shook it.

"Y/N."

"You look familiar. I feel like I've seen you in something else before."

"Maybe. Sorry, but I don't recognize you."

"I haven't been in anything big, just a couple of low-budget movies." He noticed your nervous energy. "You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just... I've never done anything... real. It's always been fake sex."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Well, it's a first for both of us, then. It's a first-first for me, I've never done anything like this."

"Really?"

"Yep. Never even taken my shirt off on camera."

"And you're just jumping right in, huh?"

"Why not? If I'm gonna do it, I might as well go all in."

"Well, are you at least experienced?" you joked.

"Oh, I'm experienced. Yeah." You chuckled. "Also, I was told to tell you that they had me go ahead and put a condom on so it wouldn't disrupt the flow or anything. They said you were pretty adamant about it."

"Thank god. I really don't want to leave here today pregnant."

This made both of you laugh, but it was true. That was the most important thing to you when agreeing to do this movie.

"Alright, actors in positions," announced the director, who settled into his chair next to the camera.

Before you could get up, Eddie looked back at you. "Hey, I know we'll be recording, but don't let that stop you from telling me if I'm crossing any boundaries, alright?"

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Thank you."

"Of course."

The scene immediately started with the two of you standing at the edge of a bed, inches away from each other. So that's where you went, your calves touching the mattress.

You'd read over the script for this scene numerous times. There was a camera a few feet from the bed, and one strapped onto the ceiling above where you would be laying. Neither of you would speak, just moan.

You were getting more nervous by the second, the lack of space between you two making your heart pound.

"Hey," he whispered, making eye contact with you. "You still good?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." You got yourself into the acting mindset as they finalized the cameras. "Ready."

"Quiet on set," yelled the director. Everyone hushed, the silence making you realize how many eyes were on you. "Action!"

You reached up and slowly undid Eddie's tie, his eyes never leaving your face. Once it was on the floor, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle yet deep, both of you taking in a deep breath. His hands gripped your sides, your palms flat against his chest.

He reached around you and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He then effortlessly unhooked your bra and you pulled it off of yourself. So far this was exactly like some of the other scenes you'd filmed. It was always a little bit nerve-wracking to expose yourself on camera — how could it not be?

He pushed you down onto the bed, his knees on the edge between yours.

He wasn't supposed to kiss you as long as he did. It was only supposed to be a couple before he moved on, but he was going off script a bit. His hand cupped the breast visible to the camera, which was now a bit closer.

He began kissing down to your neck a bit, then trailing along your body. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing it would help the scene.

As he kissed down your body, he maintained eye contact with you, watching to make sure you were still comfortable with this. Once he was to your thighs, he knelt down next to the bed and pulled you by the legs closer to him.

He slowly pulled your underwear off, dropping them on top of your dress. He continued to leave kisses on your thighs, making a genuine and impatient whine escape your mouth.

The feeling of his tongue on your clit made you gasp, your hands immediately finding their way back to his hair. This was weird with cameras, and at first it made it hard for you to really get in the mood.

But he was good with his tongue. You were so used to fake moaning that the real ones that came out of you felt foreign. His hands on your thighs, keeping them spread, were also keeping your hips still.

Usually when you filmed cunnilingus scenes, they kept their mouth closed and just positioned their face between your legs. So it was a foreign feeling to actually be eaten out on camera.

He couldn't stop staring at you, you looked so beautiful. Your head thrown back, back arched, tits out and nipples hard, fingers pulling his hair.

He wasn't supposed to make you cum, the script didn't call for it. He was supposed to do this for about thirty seconds and move on to the actual sex. But he was told that if the scene lasted too long, they could just edit it down. So he decided before even meeting you that he would make sure you had at least one orgasm today.

And it didn't take you long to get there. The camera had moved now so that it was behind him and to the side, getting a shot of his back and your face simultaneously.

"Fuck," you whispered to yourself as you felt your orgasm approaching, and fast. You were worried about how you would look, actually cumming and being recorded. You were trying to remain as calm as you possibly could, but you'd never been eaten out like this.

You were much louder than you anticipated when you finally came, and Eddie had to hold you down to keep you in the shot. When he finally stopped, he was immediately back to kissing you. He was still fully clothed, so you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders.

Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, he just pulled it over his head. He had a beautiful body, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You reached down and helped remove his belt, but he took over a moment later.

Within a minute, he was completely nude, and you got a good view of what he was packing. You were told before the shoot that you'd be having unprotected sex, and as you were already on birth control, it wasn't that big of a deal to you. Or at least, it wasn't until you were finally here. Now it was sinking in that you were about to be creampied by a guy you just met less than five minutes ago.

He was already rock hard, the sounds that escaped your mouth having gotten him bricked up immediately. He loved giving oral. It was one of his favorite things in the world. If it was up to him, he would've kept going, gotten you completely out of your mind before fucking your brains out.

He positioned himself back at eye level with you, reaching down and lining himself up with your entrance.

"That okay?" he whispered into your neck as he pressed kisses to your skin. He wasn't supposed to say that, the script calling for no dialogue aside from the natural swears that would occur. But he'd already gone against it, and asking for consent was something he insisted on.

"Mm," you moaned simply, nodding as minimally as possible.

With zero hesitation, he pushed into you, and the gasp that filled the room was almost comical. It was such a perfect porno moan that you couldn't believe it was genuine, even though it came from you.

He stretched you out so much, so perfectly, you weren't sure you could handle much of this. It was almost too much, too good.

He engulfed your mouth into his, kissing you deeply as he immediately picked up his pace. The bed was already squeaking, and your chest was already red.

The camera was above your head now, recording from an angle that showed the top of your thighs and your head thrown back as Eddie began sucking hickeys onto the skin of your neck.

That was when the scene was supposed to end. It was the shortest one in the script, which was another reason they wanted to get it over with first. But when the director shouted "Cut!", neither of you could hear him over the animalistic moans you both were letting out.

In fact, he called it about three times. But you two were so immersed, and your moans were so loud in each other's ears that it was useless. After a moment and after all the equipment was put down, the entire crew left the room and just allowed you to finish.

Out of all the times you'd had sex before, you didn't expect the best to be a completely scripted one. Eddie wasn't lying when he said he was experienced, he knew how to hit every nook in cranny in you like it was the millionth time.

When he felt himself getting close, he reached down and began circling your clit with his thumb. In the movies he'd seen, they always came at the same time. That didn't happen much in real life, but he wanted to make it look cinematic because, to his knowledge, they were still filming.

You gasped at the sudden contact, not expecting it. Thirty seconds later, you were cumming in sync, moaning into each other's mouths. He kept it going as long as he could but eventually he had to stop. Both his and your legs were trembling, sweat beading on your upper lip.

He kissed you for a moment, thinking in his head how great that would look on camera.

But when you both looked over at where the crew was, they were gone. You were confused, wondering why they didn't film as much as possible.

"Oh my god," you said, looking back up at Eddie. "Did they yell cut?"

His eyes widened. "Did they?"

"Did you hear them at all?"

"No, I didn't. Did you?"

"No."

You couldn't help but giggle at the situation. "Holy fucking shit."

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck."

"That's kind of hilarious."

He pulled out of you, pulling the condom off before grabbing one of the robes from the crates behind the camera, tossing another one to you. He opened the door to the rest of the set and the crew's heads shot up to look at him.

"Did... you yell cut?" he asked the director.

"Yep. Three times. You guys were so into it we figured we'd just let you finish."

That was when you laughed even harder, your head fuzzy and body tired.

After everything was cleaned up and you were heading back to your trailers, you caught up with Eddie outside his.

"Sorry we didn't hear cut earlier," you apologized.

"I'm not." He smirked slyly, and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Do you think you'd do something like this again? Real sex on a set?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. With the right person."

"Well, if I get another opportunity like this, you're the first person I'm recommending."

"God, please do." His voice was raspy now, seductive, sultry. Normally you didn't pay any mind to men who flirted with you. But something about actually fucking Eddie seemed to form some kind of bond, maybe just in your head.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a napkin, which had your phone number written on it. You leaned in close, wanting this to stay between the two of you.

"Well, if you ever want to do something without cameras, call me." You turned around to walk to your trailer, his eyes glued to your ass the whole time.

He swore he could get rock hard again right now if he wanted to. Something was different about you. You were one of the best fucks he'd ever had, and he intended on using that phone number sometime soon.

[littlelovelunette]

So I just discovered your page and im a sevika simp 😭 you write so well and I'm honestly just shook asf as to HOW YOU WRITE IT SO GOOD??

If it's possible, can you do g!p sevika x pregnant reader or something like that??

Like maybe reader just found out there pregnant with sevikas kid and it's just the whole thing of "while why not make another one >:))"

Sevika's Little One

Thank you so muchhhh anon y'all gonna make me cry with the praises 😭

Contains smut, breeding, pregnancy

It's been a while you have been having unprotected sex with Sevika, mainly because Sevika has been way too drunk to care and let's just say, she always fucked you so hard you barely had any idea whether she finished or not.

That's how you found yourself peeing on a pregnancy test while Sevika was at work. You let the pregnancy stick rest on the bathroom counter as you walked in front of the mirror. You'd been feeling nauseous for quite a bit now.

As you washed your hands off and did your skincare routine, you waited for the results to show not really sure what to expect.

The situation with Piltover and Zaun was at its absolute climax and it was likely the worst time to even think about having children. As you picked the pregnancy stick, you weren't too shocked to see the two lines indicating you were pregnant. Yeah, you saw it coming.

But what now?

Sevika didn't seem like the type to want kids and settle down although you were pretty sure she was amazing with children.

You picked your phone up and contemplated how you were supposed to ask Sevika to come home sober. You needed her to be sober when you said you were pregnant or else you were pretty sure she'd not take you seriously or even remember after the alcohol wore off.

“Sevika, I need you to come home sober, okay?” You typed out in the message bar and your finger hovered over the send button for a while before you forced your finger to click it. “Gosh.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. Now the only thing to worry about was how you were going to bring the subject upto her.

Worry faded into thin air once you got in bed and fell deep asleep, phone in hand. You didn't even realise when Sevika had gotten back.

“Hon, I'm home.” She called and walked into the bedroom, a small smile crossing her face as she saw you passed out on the bed on your stomach, phone in hand and one leg dangling off the bed edge.

“Why's the bathroom's light switch on?” Sevika mumbled under her breath as she walked into the bathroom, turning the lights off and her breath hitched in her throat. Eyes locked onto the pregnancy stick abandoned at the bathroom counter.

With steady steps she walked upto the test, picking it up with her flesh fingers.

Grey eyes widened in shock as she read the positive lining on the stick. Her heart was going a few miles per hour and she was sure of it now.

Sevika walked up to your sleeping form, own body tensed up with the amount of thoughts going through her head at once. As Sevika flipped you onto your back, you woke up, groggy but smiled seeing Sevika.

“Baby.” You cooed in your sleepy voice extending your arms towards Sevika. Seeing your expression, Sevika's anxiety slowly faded. It was still there lingering at the back of her head of course but she couldn't resist your open arms.

Sevika's arms, both flesh and mechanic, locked around your frame and brought you close so you could rest your head against her shoulder.

“I saw the test.” Sevika said in your ear, her voice low.

“I would love to do the ‘do we keep it or get rid of it’ fight but I'm tired.” You said, your voice a mixture of playfulness and genuine sleepiness.

“I get you, baby. And of course, we're keeping it.” Sevika snapped at you with the last words, laying you down slowly, “So now there's a little baby girl or a boy in here.” Sevika placed her flesh arm under your shirt and on your bare stomach.

“Right now it looks just about as good as a bean.” you laughed and sighed a little. Sevika's eyes trailed down on your form. You were wearing a grey T-shirt and shorts underneath.

Sevika smirked, leaning down and pressing her bulge against the curve of your ass “Mmmph…” you said something incoherently against the pillow before turning around, and letting Sevika's clothed cock rest against your heat instead. And that really was enough.

“You did that on purpose.” Sevika grumbled.

“You're hard.” You stated matter-of-factly and then giggled, “What about me being pregnant gets you hard?” You asked as you ground your pussy against her cock, the only thing in between being the clothing.

“Guess the mere fact that I can put another one in you.” Sevika said, unbuckling her belt and letting her pants fall. Instantly, her length slapped up against her stomach leaking precum. “Oooh…” you grinned.

Sevika pulled your pants down along with your panties. “Want me to pump you full of my seed again?”

“Yes, daddy.” You gasped feeling her shove in her length inside, your cunt was tight around her invading length.

“Still so tight.” Sevika said before leaning down to leave hickeys on your neck. “G-gosh…” Sevika mumbled against your neck before starting to move in slow deep thrusts.

“Daddy, it feels so full.” You said grabbing the sheets tightly and hips raised up to meet her thrusts.

Sevika pushed you back down as she started pounding harder making the bed creak under the pressure. Her hands were holding yours over your head as she bit her bottom lip.

“C'mon, you want my cum in you, don't you, doll?” Sevika said as she continued pounding. Her length felt huge in you, the imprint noticeable from outside as you moaned loudly.

“Daddy, please, yes I do.” You said and Sevika crashed her lips against yours, biting your bottom lip and shoving her tongue inside your mouth.

Her cock was warm in your pussy, your juices mixing with her precum, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix creating a weird sort of sensation that you dearly loved. “I'm cumming, please.” you cried out.

Sevika didn't say anything, her thrusts sloppier than before as she continued thrusting and grunted, shooting her thick ropes of semen deep in your womb.

“Ah!” Your head was thrown back as you squirted on her. “F-fuck…” you watched as Sevika pulled her cock out slowly.

“There, pumped full.” Sevika smirked, staring at your hole from where her semen was dripping out. “Come on, keep it inside.”

“I still can't believe we're gonna be parents.”

“If there wasn't a guarantee before, there is now.” Sevika laughed as did you.

[sturnsdarling]

'Stay the fuck away from her'

{based on this ask I left in @sturnioz inbox} fratboy!chris leaves shy!reader alone at a party for the first time and it goes south, quickly.

vibe check: fighting, violence etc, pressure to do drugs, fratboy!chris being a guard dog, fratboy!matt being a lil bruiser (i love him) a TINY bit of fluff bc I cant help myself and I'm a sucker for an asshole (fb!chris) with a soft spot (s!reader)

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A/N: based on cas' fratboy!chris au. FUCK I love this. I had this idea after cas' lil blurb about jealous!fbchris and she told me to write it so mother gets what mother wants. another day another slay y'all lets fucking go. PART TWO HERE

love and cigs, merc

The frat house was nearly vibrating with the movement of hundreds of people, all moving, dancing, fucking and taking drugs in every millimetre of the house.

Chris and Matt were off doing their rounds with the freshers, Chris handing out his new stuff to all the sorority girls that pushed themselves against him before palming them off to Matt, who was just as uninterested in them but of course, made the moves to make the sale.

Tonight was a big night, it being the first party back after Christmas break so, the boys actually left you by yourself for the first time ever to make their rounds. Of course, Chris had instructed Nate to watch over you, but he was so faded that he could barely look after himself.

You were sat on a smelly couch in a back room, pressed in between two rival frat brothers to Chris' frat, both of them fawning over you as you sat there uncomfortably, shifting in your skin at the sensation of them peppering encouraging touches over you.

"come on, baby, one lil pill wont hurt you" one said, holding a small white pill in front of your face, your eyes nearly crossing as you stared at it.

"yeah, it'll be fun, and don't worry, we'll look after you" the other said, menacingly smirking at his frat brother

you shook your head, "I'm alright, I don't do drugs like that" you said, trying to crane your head back from them.

"theres a first time for everything, baby" one of the boys said, pressing his thumb into your chin, attempting to open your mouth as his friend moved the pill closer to your lips.

Nate was sat on the other side of the room, two girls draped over his lap as he sucked on one of their necks, palming the other ones ass.

"oh fuck" he said as he looked over to you, pressed between two frat boys as they waved a pill in front of your face.

He pushed the girls off him and they whined in a huff. He lifted his lips and pulled his phone from his pocket, opening it and calling Chris.

"Chris, dude, theres some guys here n'there all over your girl, touchin' her n'shit, one of them has a pill and kid is basically forcing it in her mouth" he said down the phone.

Chris didn't reply, only hung up the phone with a tsk sound and summoned Matt to follow him.

Within seconds, Chris was in the room, searching around the sea of bodies for you. He met Nates eyes first, who was once again sandwiched between two blondes. Nate pointed over to the other side of the room to you. The sight made Chris' blood boil, a villainous smile etched across his face, shaking his head and pressing his tongue to the side of his mouth as the thought of what he was gonna do to that kid raced through his mind. You were desperately trying to free yourself from the trap the boys had laid for you, squirming as they touched you and edged a pill closer and closer to your lips.

Chris stormed over, taking a long drag of his joint before tossing it to the floor. Just as quick as he arrived at the sofa, his hands were wrapped around one of the boys shirts, pulling him off the sofa and throwing him on the floor. Everyone gasped, moving out the way and gawking at the sight of Chris coming to stand over him.

"dude what th-" the guys questioning was cut off by Chris coming down on him and clocking him round the jaw with a swift punch.

"Chris!" You shouted, jumping off the sofa and grabbing his shoulders.

He shoved you off him and turned back to the kid underneath him, swinging down once more and cracking his jaw off his knuckles.

"y'think you're hard 'cuz you pressure girls into taking your shit pills? huh, kid? y'think you're a fuckin' gangsta?" Chris screamed as he laid into him.

The guy was borderline unconscious as you screamed Chris' name over and over again. Matt came up behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders, "go stand with Nate" Matt said, pushing you in Nates direction.

You nearly fell forward as you stumbled over to Nate, unable to tear your eyes of Chris as he continued to hit the boy beneath him, never letting up despite the boys pleads.

"yo, get the fuck off him" His frat brother shouted, coming to grab Chris by the shoulders. His movements quickly cut off by Matt, pulling him backwards and shoving him back to the sofa.

"watch ya hands, tough guy" Matt chuckled, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his shirt and nutting him, cracking his nose off his forehead. The guy recoiled, blood pouring from his nose instantly as his hands flew to his face.

Matt pushed him back as he stumbled, meeting him on the floor with a brutal clock across his jaw.

Chris got up off the guy and pulled him up with him, holding his bloodied and swollen face inches from his, "think you're a fuckin' big dog, yeah?" He turned and threw the nearly limp guy on the sofa.

The boy shook his head frantically, holding his hands up as Chris stood over him. "no, no, I don't, I don't, I didn't know she was your girl dude, m'sorry" He stuttered.

"well, now you do, so stay the fuck away from her, yeah?" he spat, moving as if he was going to hit him again.

The boy flinched and whimpered, running away, leaving his frat brother to fend for himself as Matt continued to pummel into him. He was relentless, near enough laughing as the boy lost consciousness underneath him.

"you wanna force girls into doing shit? you wanna be a tough guy n'drug girls jus' so they'll fuck you?" Matt said, pulling the guy up off the ground by his shirt, "hows it feel bein' a fuckin' loser, huh? tell me kid, hows it feel?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the guy cried and Matt just laughed in his face.

Chris panted as he watched the guy he near enough battered run away. He turned round to Matt, placing a hand on his shoulder and tapping him.

"s'enough, Matt, y'gonna kill him" he said, pulling Matt off the bloodied and battered boy on the floor.

Chris eyes immediately searched for you, finding you tucked into Nate, scared shitless of what you had just witnessed. He walked over to you, everyone in the room still staring at him as he did.

When he reached you, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you round to face him, taking your face into his bloodied hands.

"did they give you anything? huh? did they do anything t'you?" His eyes searched your face for any signs of drugs or bruises.

"no" you shook your head, brows furrowed as tears welled in your eyes.

Chris sighed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. It was weird, Chris never hugged you like this, but as if on instinct you sunk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist.

"m'so sorry I left you alone, y'not leaving my side ever again, okay?" he muttered into your hair.

You nodded into his chest, whimpering slightly at the sensation of Chris breaking the hug.

"and you-" Chris spat, pushing Nate by the shoulders, "y'were s'possed to look after, her not let sketty fuckin' sorority girls distract you, fuckin' idiot" Chris said, insulting the girls as if they weren't right there.

"chill man, it all turned out peachy" Nate chuckled, stepping backwards with his hands up in surrender.

"get the fuck out my face, dude, can't even look at you" Chris spat, turning back to face you, taking your face in his hand once more.

"y'sure you're okay, kid?" he asked, soft eyes baring into yours.

you nodded, leaning into his gentle touch, the smell of iron lingering on his hand as it caressed your face.

"you didn't need to go that hard, Chris, you could have gotten hurt" you said, bringing a soft hand up to wrap around his wrist.

Chris chuckled, soothing a thumb over your face and raising his brows. "does it look like that kid could'a hurt me?" he asked, a prideful grin spread across his face.

You returned his smile and shook your head, gripping his wrist tighter.

"besides, you're important t'me, or whatever, so, I wasn't gonna let that fuckin' loser be all over you like that"

"I'm important to you?" you cheesed

"yeah, whatever, kid, try not to pull a muscle from cheesin' so hard" he rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"thankyou, for protecting me, Chris" you said, tugging at his wrist slightly.

"always" he said simply, before pulling you into a soft and quick kiss, his mouth slotting perfectly over yours, the taste of weed and shit beer lingering on his breath.

You chased the taste, whimpering slightly as he pulled away and dropped his hand from your face. You were smiling from ear to ear as he shifted his weight between his feet.

"wipe that smile off ya face, kid, s'not happenin' again" Chris said, referring to the kiss as he wiped a wet spot off your lip with his thumb.

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