#pablo schreiber x oc

[penwieldingdreamer]

Win a Blind Date with Who? - 4

Finally I got around to finish the fourth part of this story. Let me know what you think.

Part 1 2 3

CW: some sexual tension but nothing more

Moaning they stumbled inside the hotel room, hands clawing at clothes and scratching at the freshly exposed skin. His lips latched onto her neck, also breathing in her intoxicating aroma, a mix of nature, the flowery smell of her perfume and something that was just her. 

Kate leaned her head back against the wall, biting back a moan as her hands wandered from his shoulders over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple underneath - like they did when they were standing under the waterfall.

"Fuck, this is crazy." Pablo mumbled. He straightened himself and watched her intently, breathing hard with his palms pressed into the wall next to her head.

They had had a great time at a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant, enjoying the regional specialities that were served and Kate talked him through how it was made or what was so special about it. He asked about her work, in turn getting questioned about his, feeling warmth spread in his belly when she snorted while laughing. She apologized, embarrassment coloring her cheeks but Pablo grinned, knowing Kate was showing him her true self. Not many had done it before, especially when they were strangers.

“You know there is a connection between us, right?” He laid one hand under her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Feels like I’ve known you forever. Like you belong.”

Drunk on endorphins and maybe the wine they had for dinner, Kate leaned up on her toes, sealing her lips with his. All thoughts of how badly this was going to turn in the morning were out the window, she only wanted to let it go and let herself feel, just this once.

He gently pushed her towards his own bedroom, his lips never ceasing their exploration of her own. She stumbled closer to the bed, grinning as she laid back on the mattress and closed her eyes. 

Pablo smiled, biting his lips as he followed the way her legs were draped on his bed, the swell of her hips. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” 

He moved closer to the bed when she wasn’t answering, trying to see if he had killed the mood. But as he came face to face, he heard a snort coming from her lips. Closing his eyes, the actor let out a snort of his own and sat down next to her. Here he was about to get laid and here she was too drunk, already sleeping it off. Sighing, Pablo reached over, pulling her sneakers off, letting them fall to the floor with a thud before he got up and positioned her on the king-sized bed so Kate wouldn’t fall off.

With one last look at the sleeping lump on his bed, the actor walked to the adjoining bathroom to get ready for bed. He wouldn’t get much sleep with her all over the mattress, so Pablo was going to sleep in her room, hoping they could talk in the morning.

The next morning she was woken up by the sun shining in her face. Kate blinked her eyes, turning to see that she was laying in his bed instead of her own. 

"What the" she grumbled, trying to get her legs out from the tangled sheats. Her mind turned back to the previous night, feeling the pounding  between her eyes. "I'm never drinking again, that's for sure."

"You should consider it." The voice coming from the adjoining bedroom made her jump, looking over to the source. Yet a sigh left her smiling lips as she leaned back to watch him.

Shaking her head, Kate racked her brain to come up with an explanation of how she ended up in Pablo's bed and he was leaning against the door frame that led to hers for the time being. "What? Did we"

"You got a bit crazy with the wine, slept as soon as your head hit the bed." He told her, a smirk of his own playing on his lips and made his way over to her bed. "It's your last day, we should head down to breakfast."

Pablo held out his hand for her to take, feeling the warmth radiating through their skin. She shivered slightly, from the touch or the cool breeze that wafted in through the open window, Kate didn't know but it definitely wasn't unpleasant. 

Watching the actor putting on his shoes, she woefully remembered that only in a few hours she'd be back in Munich, the time with him over like a blib. Thinking back on the day before it was like a dream and she couldn't help but feel the slight burning in her chest at the thought of maybe never seeing him again and being just another fan to him. With a sigh, Kate reluctantly stepped into the sneakers from the night before and finally followed him out of the hotel room.

Breakfast for both of them was a silent affair. Neither wanted to talk about the time once they were leaving again, yet it was inevitable. They both had lives, on either side of the world and it wasn't going to stop turning just because they had a great time together. 

"So, uh, what are you going to do after this? Are you going to go straight back to filming?"

Pablo swallowed, feeling his chest tighten at maybe never seeing her again. She was one of the first women who wasn't one of his co-stars after the divorce from his ex that he felt comfortable to be with, maybe even in a romantic way. But he wouldn't get ahead of himself, even if the wine the night before loosened her tongue. "Uh, I'll be taking my bike down to Bozen, I think. Just enjoying nature and the time I'll be able to drive that BMW."

Kate giggled as she saw his broad grin return at the mention of nature. He was, without a doubt, the first - and only - actor she met that was so down to earth and intune with his surroundings. Or maybe it just was his upbringing, he had told her that Canada never left his heart and he enjoyed every second of being able to roam the woods and mountains there. "Sounds amazing, I'd love to see that one day, too."

"You could. You still have to recover from that cut." He mumbled into his coffee, avoiding looking at her. The closer they'd get to saying goodbye the more he wanted to keep her here.

Shaking her head with a rueful look, she leaned back to look at the giant in front of her. "I'd love to but work has other ideas. I'm booked and I don't want to impose anymore than I already did."

"You wouldn't. I'd love to take you." 

Taking a deep breath, Kate refused to look at him. If she had to spend even one more night with him she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't jump his bones. She couldn't even remember what they talked about the night before but the heat she felt when they explored the sights and stood under the waterfall - it was pure heaven. But, and it was a big BUT, she couldn't say yes to his offer. It wouldn't be right and Pablo should enjoy the time he had planned for himself, do some self-care. "I'm sorry, but I have to get back. Get the hand looked at, too, and try to get back to work faster than ever. But, I mean, we can still be friends, right?"

"Yeah, sure." He nodded his head, his hope to spend more time with her diminished. "You got my number and maybe we can get around a bit more before you have to leave so you can bring some souvenirs home with you."

Biting her lip, Kate nodded her head. Her heart told her to fuck it all and leave with him but her head knew that nothing could come from those two days she got to know him. She wasn't made from celebrity material and never fit in with that social circle. In the end it was probably better that way.

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[dreamingfanficsmasher]

Smart, Funny, Sexy or Cute? - Pablo Schreiber x Reader.

Warnings: Just a bit of fluff 💕

The two of you had been sitting on the couch watching ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’, you were both so exhausted from work that you didn’t care what you watched, you just needed to relax.

You sat with your legs resting on his lap, him gently stroking your leg. Every now and then sending shivers up your body just from the slight of touch. The scene came up where Scarlett Johansson and the boyfriend (you could never remember his name) were discussing whether cute, sexy, funny or smart.

Pablo then turned to look at you with a goofy smile on his face, “Am I cute, sexy, funny or smart? You can only pick one!” You gave out a loud laugh, “Okay, but you go first.”

He dramatically put his finger to his chin, acting like he was thinking really hard, “Hmm, I have to say you are VERY sexy and funny. Now you go.” You raised your eyebrow, “What are you saying I’m not smart?” You said in a serious tone.

His eyes suddenly shot wide open, “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that-” You then started giggling, where he realised you were kidding. “Just answer the question.” He laughed.

“Okay… I don’t know Pablo, am I allowed to say your everything, because you make me laugh, but your also fucking smart, your incredibly sexy and yet so incredibly cute at the same time.” You giggled.

He then gave you a huge smile and pulled you onto his lap, giving you a tender kiss. “Thank you, for making me look like a dick by only picking two.” You started to laugh, “But you are all those things Pablo.”

He raised an eyebrow, “So you’re in it for the looks and the personality. Huh?” You replied by passionately kissing him. When you eventually pulled away, you were looking deeply into his eyes, “I’m in it for you, not any specifics.”

He then started to get serious, “No, but seriously, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you, you are this perfect down to earth person, and I’m just this actor, that doesn’t feel good enough.” You then held your hand to his chest, where his heart would be, “Pablo, I fell in love with you for you. Not just one specific thing. I wouldn’t care if you rich or poor, fat or thin, attractive or unattractive. If you have this heart, then I am yours.”

He gave a soft smile, you then also realised that was the first time you ever said the ‘L’ word. “You’re in love with me?” He seemed to choke up a bit, “I love you too.”

He then pulled you into a deep kiss, it was one of those kisses where you knew where this was going, not leaving your lips he picked you up in one swift motion, leading you into the bedroom…

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Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 5/13/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

"Are You Listening?" - Part Two: "The Breakdown"

“Gimme Some”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Three: “Bad Idea”

“Through It All” - Part One

“Are You Listening?” - Interlude - “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

(I don't take requests, but sometimes I give in 😆)

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

"When You Come Around" - Chapter: "Restroom Occupied" - Dave East - Kofi Siriboe SNIPPET

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. SNIPPET

"The Way You Move" - "Say What Now?" (song series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II SNIPPET

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

“Get Your Act Together” - “Say What Now?” (Song series) - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

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[himbopatrol]

Mad Sweeney x OC (Ava) blurbs 

Here’s a link to some info on Ava, https://weheartit.com/articles/335591533-if-i-were-a-goddess-american-gods-edition

The Night Ava and Sweeney Met: 

Ireland. About 2,000 years ago give or take a few. Ava hadn’t been in Ireland long before she met Mad Sweeney. The colossal man stood outside a tavern. Raggedy red hair almost to his shoulders. He looked like he was almost 7 feet tall. Even from a distance and at night Ava could see a golden sparkle in his eyes. She sensed an ancient aura around him. A woman was talking to him, but he seemed disinterested, a drink in hand. There was music coming from inside the tavern. Seemed fitting for him. Ava started to make her way over to him. The tall man noticed and instantly stood up straighter. Ava stopped in front of him. She looked at the now confused woman. 

“Dearest woman, this does not concern you. Here, and I do apologize for the inconvenience I am causing you,” Ava handed the woman a couple gold coins for a drink, the woman scurried back inside.

Mad Sweeney watched the interaction carefully. This new woman - girl, she looked young, was different. She was glowing. She smelled of flowers and fancy oils.

Ava turned and smiled up at the man, who was more than a foot taller than her. She was probably too close to him for their very first meeting.

“Hello, my name’s Ava,” she held her hand out for herself to be greeted.

“Hello Ava, you can call me Mad Sweeney, or just Sweeney,” his Irish accent flooded Ava's ears and he took her hand in his, a very large hand, and gently kissed it. His hand felt calloused, but comforting.

“Sweeney. I do believe that you don’t belong at night. You’re skin,” Ava paused, reached up and put her hand against his cheek. “Is sun-kissed. And you smell of a different time. Ancient. Like fire.”

Mad Sweeney grabbed, not too forcefully, Ava’s hand tightly. He looked at her fingers. They appeared to be like young skin, but they had done much more work than any young girl Sweeney had ever met. “Who are you, Ava?” He let go.

“A goddess. And you are a god.”

“I am no god.”

“Mm,” Ava moved her hand back up his chest. Her hand stopped directly over his heart. “I would worship you.”

Mad Sweeney found himself blushing, he hadn’t blushed in a very long time. Suddenly his wall came back up. “Don’t waste your time on me lass.”

“Mad Sweeney, we’re immortal. I have all the time in the world to waste on you.”

Mad Sweeney smiled. Sweeney hadn’t smiled like that in a very long time. His wall was back down. Sweeney grabbed Ava’s hand once again, but this time led her inside the tavern. The music and chatter filling both of their ears. Sweeney pulled Ava close, fixed his hand in hers, grabbed her waist and began to dance. They jumped, twisted, clapped, and laughed. Ava was right, the man was meant to be in light. His skin and hair shined like honey under the candles.

Something happened in those moments of dancing. Something that doesn’t happen very often, especially not for gods such as themselves. An invisible, yet gold, thread pulled and glided through and around Ava and Mad Sweeney. The two hadn’t really noticed, they were too busy laughing. The fates, somewhere, were threading their immortal souls together. From that moment on, for the rest of time, Ava and Sweeney were soulmates, whether an inch or 5,000 miles apart.

The Last Night Ava and Sweeney Spent Together:

Ava stood in the golden bedroom of Mr. Ibis and Jaquel’s mortuary. The wall paper looked like it was from the 1920s, she rested her head on the door frame. Sweeney side-stepped past her, he paced around the room. 

“I don’t want you stopping me now,” Mad Sweeney turned to Ava. Ava would never stand in the way of Sweeney’s decisions, if he was going to do something he was going to do it. 

‘I know,” Ava reassured. Sweeney continued pacing. 

“I’m gonna kill the bastard.” 

Ava grabbed Sweeney’s jacket and guided him towards her. Now both stood in the door frame, of course Sweeney was grazing the top of it. She looked up at her husband. There was thousands of years of heartbreak, happiness, and anger behind his golden speckled eyes. What a god, Ava thought to herself. He looked worried and distracted until Ava spoke up. 

“Buile Shuibhne,” Ava whispered his old name. He looked surprised, like he forgot the name. “Do you remember the night we met?” Sweeney’s lips quickly grew into a wide grin, he looked past Ava, as if replaying the night on a screen. 

“Aye, I can’t remember much these days, but that night, I remember like it was a sober yesterday. I had never been so nervous around anyone in my long life. You shined like a star in that shitty dark town. You knew what I was immediately, it took me a moment to figure out who you were,” Sweeney grabbed Ava’s hands. 

“Because I told you who I was my love,” Ava laughed. 

“That’s right. But I had a hint, your hands looked young, but felt like it had done more work than an eighty year old man,” Sweeney chuckled. “I asked who you were, and you replied,” he took a breath and whispered, “a goddess.” He leaned down and kissed Ava. “And you were. The most beautiful one too, and a smart arse you were. You told me you would worship me, do you still?” 

“Everyday.” 

“And then we danced all night until the sun came up.” 

Ava walked over to the lone record player in the bedroom, and saw a Tommy James & The Shondells album sitting in the dust. She gently placed it on to the record player and placed the needle on the first song, Crimson and Clover. She turned the knob up and the music filled the room. Ava held her hand out for Sweeney. 

Sweeney gladly accepted, the two held each other close, and swayed back and forth to the music, and moved a little faster when the music picked up and slowed back down, following the music. Ava kept her head on Sweeney’s chest as the song ended. Just like the night they met it felt like they had been dancing for hours. Ava looked up at Sweeney, “You always were shit at dancing,” she smiled. 

“Excuse me? I am the best dancer you have ever seen!” Sweeney laughed, his second to last laugh. Ava pulled him down to her and kissed him goodbye. Deep down they both knew what was going to happen tonight, even if Ava didn’t like it. 

“I’m going to drink some whiskey for you tonight,” Ava told him as they made their way downstairs to Grimnir. 

“Mm that sounds nice, I’ve always liked the way you look drinking whiskey.” Sweeney smiled picturing the golden ambrosia dribbling off Ava’s lips as she gulped it down. 

[royallyprincesslilly]

HALO: A MASTERCHIEF COLLECTION

Who: Master Chief x Sergeant Reader

What: A collection of standalone one shots that can be read in or out of order. Each one will have a number put on it for those who wish to read them in some semblance of order. The one shots will be written with Pablo Schreiber as master chief in mind and will posses details from the Halo TV series as well as some parts I absolutely loved about the video games and the animated versions. 

When: No specific date for the posting of the next installment, but the next 2 one shots had already been written prior to this writing slump. 

CAUTION AKA WARNING: This is in no way meant to be canon to the previously established Halo universe. If anyone gets hung up on trivial details like a helmet coming off or shipping of a certain battle god and a blue AI then this is NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU. If you have been here before you know I like to twist things and put my own take. THERE WILL BE NOTHING CANON regarding story about this collection. 

If you are not a stickler for keeping things one way and only one way, then come on in and enjoy the content. I can guarantee a good time. 

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Some questions you may have. If not covered ask and I will answer.

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- Will there be smut? Yes, some of these standalones will have smut. I will of course put a warning up top.

-How many are there? As of now, I have plotted/outlined 12 one shots.

-Will the characters in the TV show be included? Yes, only the ones that serve for my plot and they will be written mainly true to character with some additions by me.

-Will this be accurate? Somewhat. 

-How can I/you be tagged? Since it is easiest for me, send an ask to my inbox and it’ll be done.

-Is Sergeant Reader written as the reader or is this an OC? Written as the reader to be name inserted with Y/N.

-Should I read “On Your Six” first? It’s not necessary but recommended. 

I hope you guys enjoy this and as always, thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate y’all!

[penwieldingdreamer]

Win a Blind Date with Who?

So this idea came to me when I was at work and talked about fundraising with a client and I thought: wouldn't it be amazing to win a date with him 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

So here it is, as it's too long to put in one post, it probably will be Multi-Part, just not sure how long it's gonna be. I'm trying to keep the physical description of my OC to a minimum only having named her. I tried to use the reader POV, but it's been a while since I've done that and it just wouldn't flow as easy for me🙏🏻🤦🏼‍♀️ Let me know what you guys think.

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CW: none

Words: around 1k

Celebrity Charity Fundraiser

Win an amazing and exciting date day/night with one of our participating celebrities.

Actor Chris Evans will take you to Disneyland Florida. Enjoy the magical kingdom and go behind the scenes with our own Captain America.

Actor Pablo Schreiber loves to hike and he'd take you on a tour through the mountains, showing you beautiful sights and places to enjoy.

Actress Lily James is going to take you on a tour of her favorite spots in New York and a night out on town. Shopping for the Party and drinks included.

And many more great prizes!

What do you have to do?

Make a donation to our Everyday Hero fund that helps everyone in need, no matter if it's children, adults, refugees, animals or our beloved Mother Earth we'll take care of everyone every day.

Maybe you'll be another one of our Everyday Heroes and win one of the three dates. But don't fret, we've got other exciting prizes, too.

Good luck!

With a sigh she closed the tab on her computer and leaned back in her chair. Kate couldn't believe she just entered that competition for a date with someone she never met or thought she knew before that fundraiser - yes she looked them up and could have slapped herself for forgetting Captain America and Cinderella, but the guy from American Gods was something else, not having heard about him until now - and they didn’t even know she existed on planet earth themself. It was dumb and luck probably wasn't on her side but at least she'd done something good for those that needed it. The winning letter wouldn't be hers, so she didn't bother with keeping tabs on it.

Kate had to be real, daydreaming was only getting you so far and it wasn't going to pay your bills or put food on the table. Besides, none of those celebrities were going to be best buddies with those that won, there’d be pictures and trading some stories, maybe autographs but nothing else.

Two weeks later, she got home late from another twelve hour shift at the beautician she worked at. She really loved her job, but having to be the one working more than even her boss was getting tiring rather quickly. Opening the door to her parents house, Kate held the pile of mail in her hands, cursing when some slid to the floor. It was just the tip of the iceberg after the day she had had dealing with troublesome clients and a boss in her mid-life-crisis.

Putting her bag on the low shelf in the hallway, Kate grabbed the envelopes and flipped through them. Most were marketing ads or bills, but one was different. It was the same return address as the agency she sent her donation to. Probably just a 'thank you for your donation’ card.

Shrugging, she ripped it open and pulled out the aforementioned card, chuckling at herself for knowing the hope that had started to bloom in her chest was just as dumb as thinking her boss was going to change her ways of treating her workers. But just as she was about to throw the envelope away along with the card, she saw a larger piece of paper, a hand written note.

Dear Kate,

first of all, thank you for participating and donating to Everyday Heroes, anybody can help change somebody's life every day. Secondly, congratulations on winning a hiking date with American Gods' star Pablo Schreiber. We're happy to announce that the actor himself pulled you from the tub of those in the pool. More information will be sent to you shortly by his management team.

Again thank you for your donation and congratulations on your win.

Greetings

Laura from Everyday Heroes

"Holy shit," she mumbled, sitting down on the small stool in her hallway. Kate couldn't believe it and thought that maybe they had the wrong person but the address was clearly hers and there was her name on the letter.

"Hun, what's going on?" Her aunt Beatrice who she lived with came around the corner from the kitchen, concerned with her niece’s behavior. “Did something happen at work?”

Looking up at the older woman, Kate frowned, shaking her head and wordlessly handing over the letter she received. She took it and glanced at her niece, her eyebrows raised in question. "This is not some fake organization you donated money to, like the thing they warn you on TV about?"

"I have no idea, it seemed legit and I looked up the information so I guess it's a real organization." She shrugged her shoulders and got up, heading for the kitchen to grab a drink - maybe she'd enjoy a glass of wine, just to get her brain in order again.

Beatrice followed her, watching her dazed niece work on autopilot. "So, do you plan to cash it in? I mean this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Have you looked him up? I bet he's hot like all of those American actors."

"Bea," she groaned, putting the glass down on the counter so she wouldn't mess up the clean kitchen, something she had learned to avoid at all cost.

"Kate," her aunt mimicked, stopping next to the younger woman. "I might be twenty years older than you but I can still appreciate a good looking citizen of the male population and I bet you, he'll be very good looking otherwise he wouldn't do that. Females respond better to the good looking ones."

"Stop it, I bet this actor got better things to do than take me on a walk around the mountains. Besides, you know I hate heights, so it's going to be a short lived date and the pandemic isn't really helping."

"Kate, you won this thing, just be happy and take what you get." Bea told her, grabbing the glass of wine her niece prepared and left her standing in the kitchen, snickering as she listened to her grumbling. Oh how she loved that girl. "You'll thank me later on your wedding day."

She followed the older woman, glaring at her. "You're just like mum. Dating doesn't really work that well if you're working twelve hours every day with no real time off and private life. Also have you heard from other women dating while in isolation or lock-down, it's no fun at all."

"Well then, you got the best opportunity to try. Isolation with him might not be so bad." Bea toasted her, smirking as her niece retreated with a huff. Soon life would be different for Kate, she could feel it.

[penwieldingdreamer]

Win a Blind Date with Who? - 2

So the 2nd part of this little story. Thank you for the hearts, glad you liked that idea. Let me know what you think about this part. Happy reading!

Part 1                                                                                                            >> 3

CW: none

Words: around 2k

"Kate! There's a call for you." Angela, one of the other stylists called across the room while the younger woman was working her shears through her client's hair. Caught up in her work, she was startled by her co-worker's yell that she cut her hand, cursing when the pain followed the obvious wound.

"Just a moment." Kate excused herself and grabbed the towel from her work station, hoping to staunch the bleeding so she could put a band aid over it. Taking the phone from Angela's hand she balanced it between her chin and shoulder while waving her away to get back to her own client. "Hello, this is Kate?"

"Ah wonderful, I called your home address but your aunt told me you'd be at work." Definitely a male but no one she was familiar with. And definitely American.

Gingerly pulling the cloth away from her hand, Kate silently cursed when she saw the blood was still sleeping out, the cut probably deeper than anticipated. "Okay, well you reached me. Now who is this?"

It was ruder than she had intended to, earning a disapproving look from her boss who had decided to stay longer than usual today. Turning away she went to the break room to get some privacy outside on the patio, away from prying eyes and ears. And to get her mask off, breathing in some fresh air.

"Ah, sorry, right." He cleared his throat and chuckled embarrassedly at the obvious lack of introduction. "My name is Frank, I had hoped Laura would have given you more info about your winning date. Unfortunately Pablo is on his way touring the Alps, so I was wondering if you were okay with going there instead, we'd of course pay for your journey there and back home and a hotel room if needed."

"Uhm, Frank I'm really sorry, but I don't think I can take the win. I can't take the time off and I think it would be best if you give it to someone else." Kate hated to admit that she would have liked to go, now having mulled the idea over in her head for about a week, but knowing her boss, she'd do anything to not give her the time off anyway.

The manager let out a long drawn sigh, understanding what Miss Becker's aunt meant when she told him her niece was too stubborn to take what she's been given. "Well, you still got a few more days to think it over, it would have been an extended weekend. If you ever change your mind, just let me know and call this number."

"I, thanks. I'll let you know." She ended the call and sat on one of the deck chairs, the phone in her right hand while her left still clutched the towel. The cut was still bleeding and it looked like it wouldn't stop.

"Kate? Are you okay?" Angela joined her on the patio, worried that her younger coworker had left the front of the shop. Usually client calls wouldn't need to be private and they definitely wouldn't take longer than a few minutes. 

Shaking her head, Kate looked up at her. "I won a date with a celebrity. It would be over the coming weekend but"

"But? Girl, it's a date! With a celebrity! Who is it? By the way I finished Mister Huber for you, he wants to let you know that he hopes your hand is okay." Annie, another stylist who was just out of training joined them, wanting to let them know that their boss finally left the shop - thankfully. 

"Pablo Schreiber? I haven't heard about him before but I looked him up. He seems nice." She shrugged, gingerly pulling the towel away to look at the cut. It was rather deep and she'd probably have to go to the hospital and get it looked at. There was no bandage working on that one.

A squeal sounded next to her and she turned to the younger woman. "Gosh, Kate, how can you be down about winning a date with him? I saw his movies, he's amazing and he's hot." Smirking, Annie crossed her arms over her chest and winked at her friend and coworker. 

"I don't know, I bet he's got better things to do than take me to the top of a mountain, especially with me battling my fear of heights, that's going to be fun. Besides, I need to get this looked at." She said, showing them her hand with the cut and Angela cursed, looking at the wound. 

"Annie, it's a slow afternoon, could you make sure to get to the clients for Kate? I'll take her to the hospital."

Nodding her head, the younger woman mock-saluted and grinned down at her friend. "You better change your mind about that date, you'll not want to pass up that chance, besides you'll be out of order for about two weeks if you need stitches, the boss needs to give you the time off, even if she doesn't want to. Besides, you'll see a different scenery now that regulations are lifted again."

On their way to the hospital, Angela turned to her friend. "You know Annie's right. You won't be able to work for a while before it's healed. Don't be a fool and take this chance. I'm not telling you to let him in your pants but just enjoy some time away from work, you at least deserve that."

"I just, I feel dumb but I'm afraid this is turning out to be fake and I'll end up in a bad place." Kate mumbled, trying to keep from throwing up as the adrenaline left her body and the pain and wooziness from the deep cut made itself known.

Patting her leg, the older woman gave her a smile. "I think this fundraiser thing is legit, if it wasn't you wouldn't have found any info for it on their website, especially no video messages from those celebs participating with the right dates and infos."

Nodding her head, she leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes and willing her friend and coworker to drive faster so she could either throw up or sleep, no matter which one of those.

"Okay Pablo, Miss Becker will be arriving on the train from Munich. Should get to Zurich in about half an hour." 

Frank had let him know just when he told him he got to Zurich, inquiring about the woman that had won the fundraiser date. She seemed quite reluctant and the actor wasn't sure if he liked having to take her on a tour if she was like this already.

"I'm already at the station enjoying a cup of coffee, as soon as I get her I'll let you know. Are you really sure she wants to do this? Sounds to me like she was talked into it."

Chuckling, his manager could already imagine him trying to get Kate Becker on a mountain tour. "She told me she thought it was a fake and that she'd end up in a human trafficking ring, but I assured her that you were the nicest celebrity I knew and would take good care of her."

"Right, this sounds ominous. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Nope, just enjoy your time off even if the event did ruin your plans a bit."

"Yeah, don't worry, I still got another week to enjoy Italy so no worries there." Pablo was trying to lighten the mood, even though he did curse and grumble for having to do that event ahead of schedule. He had talked to his co-star Chris on occasion about it, wanting to know how he handled it. It wasn't like he never met fans on his trips or at events, but never those that were reluctant to even get to an event.

"Can you believe I'm really here, like what if I still end up somewhere horrible?" He could hear a woman talking on her phone, looking around the arrival hall after getting off the platforms, probably waiting for someone. "Bea, stop laughing at me. I know I'm just imagining things, I'm high on those painkillers, but just because you trust this Frank doesn't mean I have to. I agreed to this so stop being mean."

"Frank, do you know someone called Bea?" 

Papers were rustling on the other end and he heard his manager sigh, probably having left the paperwork to get it done later on. "Bea, well Beatrice is the name of Miss Becker's aunt, the one I had the pleasure to talk to before."

"Right, I think I got my date. Wish me luck."

"What for? So she won't kick you in the nuts and leave or that you won't throw her off the mountain?" 

Chuckling, the actor shook his head. "Probably both, I'll call you soon, let you know how it's going."

"You'll get this show on the road, she's gone in three days and it's back to Italy for you."

Saying his goodbyes, Pablo ended the call and went over to the woman he assumed to be Kate, hopefully. Catching the end of her conversation, he thanked God and cursed Frank at the same time when it really was the woman who won a date with him. "Kate?"

Her posture tightened and a soft gasp left her lips as she swung around, looking up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "Are you Pablo Schreiber from the fundraiser? Frank told me you'd be waiting for me, but I wasn't sure. I mean those pictures on the internet don't really do you justice and shit, I'm rambling."

Kate wanted to find a rock to crawl under, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as the words came out without stopping, her usual word vomit when she was nervous.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you changed your mind or these few days wouldn't be enjoyable for me, the other candidate wasn't as sweet as you." He winked at her and grabbed the large hiking backpack she brought with her. "Are you trying to flee the country? This thing is heavy as shit."

Shrugging, Kate bit her lips. "I got a packing list from your manager and I like to be thorough."

Nodding his head, he pulled his biker jacket from the back of the chair he occupied before and motioned for Kate to follow him. "We best get you settled at the hotel and then go over the plans for the trip, anything I need to know before we start this adventure?"

"Uhm, I-I have an issue with heights, I'm not a fan of having to be too far above the ground." 

Great, now he had to change his plans of taking a nice hike in the Alps. "Uh, we'll find something to do, don't worry."

"Thanks, I'm really sorry for cramping your plans. Honestly, I didn't want to come at first but I had an accident at work so now I'm out for the next two weeks." She held up her bandaged hand and felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

Leading her out to the rental car he had for the next few days, Pablo put the rucksack in the trunk and got inside, waiting for Kate to join him. "I hope it's nothing bad."

"Oh, no, just a cut that needed stitches. Your manager's call startled me and I cut myself."

"And what do you do that you live so dangerously?"

Laughing softly, Kate put on her belt and leaned back in the large seat of the jeep. "I'm a hairstylist and things like that happen, not everyday and usually not like this but I'm prone to accidents."

"Good to know, at least I know to keep an eye on you, then." Chuckling he strapped himself in and started the car, leaving the parking lot and heading towards the hotel he got the room at. Inside he was already cursing because the two bedroom suite was the only thing he was able to get right now with the pandemic, he was glad regulations in Switzerland weren't as bad as in Germany or America, so hopefully all would be fine in the end.

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Win a Blind Date with Who? - 3

The next installmant of the story, thank you for the hearts and reblogs. Let me know what you think.

Also these are the places I referenced:

Alpine Coaster in Imst, AT, the ruins of Castle Kronburg and the Lochputz Klamm

Part 1 2

CW: none besides a barely dressed Pablo

Words: 2.5k

After having dropped off her things at the hotel they were on their way to the first location he had decided on after changing the plans. With Kate's fear of heights he wasn't going to risk taking a hike in the mountains - something he had originally planned to do. Now they'd try the toboggan run in Imst, Austria, about three hours from Zurich and maybe she'd get a feel for the height and he still could explore the hiking trails.

"So what's the plan?" Kate had been silent for most of the ride, bopping her knees along to the songs that played on the radio and watching the scenery fly by through the open window so they wouldn't have to wear their masks all the time. 

"We're heading to Imst in Austria, they have a toboggan run, I thought it would be fun and maybe later walk along the hiking trail. They have an Almzoo or that's what I saw on the leaflet. It's a nice one, not too hard and we don't have to take the trail right up to the top." 

Nodding her head, she gave him a tight smile. "Right, you had to change plans. I'm sorry about cramping your style there."

"Why, because of your fear of heights? Everyone is afraid of something and maybe I can help you in the end." Pablo sent her an assuring smile driving along the Suisse highway towards Kronberg.

"Thank you." She leaned her head back on the headrest and smiled a genuine smile. "I saw you have kids, I hope it's not too personal to talk about your private life but I don't know what else to talk about, I haven't seen any of your work to be honest."

Chuckling, Pablo shook his head. "Are you nervous? You're rambling again and your knee is bopping like it's waiting to get out of here."

"If I'm honest, yes. New people make me nervous, especially those I don't know anything about. And driving across mountains isn't something I do like in my day to day life, I'm more of a flat land girl."

"But in your line of work you always meet new people." He scratched along his chin, watching the navigation system when they had to leave 

Shrugging, she breathed out a sigh. "True, but it's different. I'm a country girl, everyone knows everyone where I'm from, so it's easy, but you, you make me nervous."

"There's no need, I'm just like anybody else. So whatever you want to talk about or want to ask me, just get it out. And yes, I got two boys, Dante is nine and Timo is going to be thirteen in October, can't believe it's been such a long time since I saw them for the first time."

Being away from home he really missed his kids. It was his work and he loved being able to do what he did, but they were his whole world. He had taken them to the Treetop adventure park the year before and they had such a great time, just enjoying his dad-and-sons time. Pablo would take a few days off once he was done in Hungary and take the boys hiking again. Definitely take them home for a good walk in the woods.

Two hours later they arrived at the Imst toboggan run and he could see Kate swallow when she saw the lift to get to the top. 

"Do we have to take that lift?" 

"Well, it would help get there faster. I'll be with you the whole time."

Her head jerked with a stiff nod, gripping the door handle as if her life depended on it. "Come on, you can do this."

They got out of the jeep, masks in hand and went to get tickets for the lift and run. Pablo paid and grabbed Kate's hand. She was so jittery and breathing hard as she looked at the empty seats swinging as they moved uphill. "Just breathe, I'm here and you can hold my hand all the way up there."

"I hope for you that you'll hold onto me when I pass out on that thing." She mumbled like a petulant child, thankful that it was hard to understand her with her mask on. Her injured hand was starting to throb and after this little adventure she'd have to stop and grab her medication, knowing it was going to be a bitch if she kept it like this for too long.

An older couple behind them laughed as Kate glared at him. "Oh, aren't they lovely Philip? Just like us on our first date."

Pablo let out a chuckle, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side, her head just about reaching his own shoulder. They grabbed the next seat that came by to take them to the top and Kate immediately latched onto the safety guard.

"Give me your hand, Kate. Once up there we'll have so much fun."

"Your word in god's ear or I'll scream yours off." She grabbed his hand and tried to slow her racing heart, squeezing it whenever the seat swayed a bit. 

At the top she finally breathed a bit easier, finally getting off the lift and hopefully getting back downhill in one piece. Kate couldn't complain about her companion. Pablo held onto her the whole time and sat her in front of him when they got to their cart.

"I'll hold onto you, it's just like a rollercoaster." He said and put his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"Did I ever mention I even hate the kids roller coasters at theme parks?"

Chuckling, he listened to her squeaks as the cart got into position. "Don't worry, this is nothing bad, even Dante liked the ride back home."

Only nodding her head, Kate squeezed her eyes shut and held onto his legs on either side of hers and Pablo was glad she wasn't one for long sharp nails or else they'd have to get him stitched up at the hospital. At the middle of the ride she finally relaxed, enjoying the adrenaline rush they had from going down the run. He had taken a video for his Instagram, wanting to share it with his fans and his kids. 

He was happy she came out of her shell, maybe it was a good thing to throw her into the cold water, getting her to trust in herself and that nothing bad was going to happen. 

There was only a little problem. Her lower back was pushed right on his crotch and some bumps weren't the best to keep his cool. He swallowed, pressing himself further back against his seat and admired her smile, giddy like a little kid as she whooped with the cart turning in the curves and going over the bumps.

"Oh my god, it was amazing." 

"So you had fun?" They pulled their masks back on walking through the main part of the center, their eyes holding the smile none could see underneath it. "You'll do it again?"

"Now, don't push your luck." She chuckled, holding her hand up with a mock glare reflected in her eyes. "Where are we headed now?"

"If you're up for it we could take the trail up towards the zoo and there's a lake, too, maybe enjoy some leisure time."

Following him back to the jeep she contemplated their next move. She would enjoy the lake probably, maybe relax a bit more about the height they were at. "Let's get to the lake, enjoy the sun and then we'll look for something else. I bet you got a few ideas."

"Sure, a few miles down the road there's an old castle and the uh Zammer something, I'll have to look it up again." Pablo chuckled, grabbing his hiking pack and gave Kate her own. 

They got a few sandwiches from the toboggan station and made their way to the smaller lake, enjoying the nature around them and breathing the fresh alpine air. 

Kate relaxed more and knew that she needed this time off, even though it was different from her usual holidays. They mostly took up a weekend or two but not longer and that wasn't a real time off to relax and rejuvenate. 

It was an amazing view with the mountain in the background and the valley below, getting a nice look at the town of Imst. She took out her phone, snapping a few pictures and sending them off to her aunt and Angela. Kate was proud of herself for taking on the trip and getting in that cart and walking the trail. 

"So, are you happy to have said yes to your win? That you came here?"

Grinning she turned to Pablo who had taken a few pictures and videos as well. He laid his arm around her shoulders and drew her in his side, raising his mobile and snapping a selfie - to give her something to remember how she got over her fear, at least for now.

"Thank you for doing this, Pablo, I'm really glad I came." Kate wanted to kiss his bearded cheek in thank you, but felt it would have been one step too far. They weren't even friends, acquaintances at best, so she wouldn't be too forward.

Smiling his broad smile, the actor shoved his phone back into his shorts and grabbed her hand, leading her back down the trail, back to the station. "Great, we have one more stop and then we'll look for a nice restaurant, I'm getting quite hungry."

"I've never been in this part of Austria, so I'll just follow your lead." She told him, a grin of her own on her lips.

Nodding, they walked back, still enjoying the view and chuckling at the places some of the cows could be seen in, one standing in the stream and enjoying some cool down time in the cold mountain water. They reached the jeep and put their packs into the back, continuing their journey to the last spot. 

After a short drive down the highway, they reached their destination. Parking at the entrance of the Lötzklamm, an ancient waterfall that had worked its way through the stone over the last hundreds of years.

On the other side of the river Inn Kate could make out the ruins of a smaller fortress on top of the hill, Castle Kronburg. Snapping pictures, Pablo called her and they made their way to the main building, getting their helmets and tickets. Together they first walked along the path, with Kate holding on tightly to his hand as they stepped over the metal grid secured to the rocks to give amazing views into its depth.

"Did you know there is a legend about the Klamm?" She asked, pulling the leaflet they had been given at the entrance out of her pocket. The tall actor shook his head, watching her intrigued as she read through the texts. "It says here, that according to legend a nymph and a shepherd fell in love, but she belonged to a blacksmith. So he gave the shepherd tasks that seemed unsolvable, but each time he'd be a victor. In the end the blacksmith set up a trap, destroying a bridge as the shepherd walked over it who in the end died in the canyon. The nymph fled to the back of the Klamm and at the same time as the death happened lightning struck the smithy and burned it to the ground. Now the shepherd in the form of a bulls head is with his beloved nymph for all eternity and protecting her and still today you can see his head in the Klamm."

Pursing his lips in interest, Pablo searched the canyon for the mentioned bulls head. "It's a very dark legend, but it seems they got their happy end."

"Well, I mean if someone loves me this much to die for me and we'll be together in the end it sounds like one of the most romantic deaths." Kate shrugged her shoulders snapping pictures when the actor pointed out the stone that formed the head.

They continued on their way until they reached a calmer waterfall, a small pool forming on the ground. "Come on, let's cool off." Pablo grinned at her, pulling her along the path that led down to the ground. 

"What do you mean? I don't think we can do that."

"Yes we can, there's others down, too, taking pictures, now don't be a spoilsport."

Grumbling, Kate followed him begrudgingly, cursing him to heaven and back to earth for having such ideas. When they reached the smaller pool, the actor looked up at the waterfall already grinning like a kid on Christmas. He put his backpack on the ground and pulled off the helmet, followed by his shirt and shoes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kate gasped as she watched him undress down to his briefs. 

He stepped into the clear pool and turned back to her. "Come on, I told you we'd cool off."

"I'm not getting naked, Pablo. I don't have a bathing suit underneath."

 Shrugging, he looked down at himself. "I didn't tell you to get naked, just get out of your clothes. I don't have bathing shorts, so it doesn't matter."

"But" She averted her eyes, trying to look everywhere but his barely clothed body that left nothing to the imagination.

"Come on, just get your shirt, pants and boots off and all will be fine." He grinned, pushing her backpack away from her shoulders, letting it fall down next to his.

"My hand, I'm not supposed to get it wet." Kate whined, shaking her head as his hands started to pull up her shirt.

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and gave her a wide grin. "Take them off or I'll pull you in fully clothed. We should cool off after having been in the sun all day."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a master at blackmail?" She pushed his hands away and pulled her shirt off, followed by the rest of her clothes so she was left in her underwear. "If I'll end up sick as a dog I'm going to make sure you'll end up just as sick."

Chuckling he grabbed her injured hand, making sure his larger was closed fully around it so he could ward off some of the water. "It's just a little water, we're not going to get sick or die."

"I really hate you right now." She cursed as she stepped into the cold mountain water, feeling the goosebumps break out all over her body.

Pablo drew her closer and pulled them under the waterfall, hollering and shouting at the freezing wetness that descended over them. Kate gasped, clawing her hand into his shoulder as he laughed at the sensation. He pulled her against his chest looking down at her, he couldn't deny the attraction that was building inside of him and he knew from her own gaze that he wasn't the only one. Pablo knew he should put distance between them, but he wasn't sure he could do it, not when it was mutual. 

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What Happens in Prison stays in Prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 2 - Dry Hump in Your Own Time

Warnings: Profanity 🤫

The cafeteria is always the worst when trying to avoid Mendez, especially now, since Red and the family are getting suspicious. At least with Red in the kitchen, the food is always some-what good. Grabbing my tray full of food, I make my way towards the table where Chapman and Vause are sitting. Mendez was standing by the door, watching me as I move towards the girls, I try my very best not to look in his direction, which is quite difficult, when he is giving me THAT look. 

Soon, all the girls join the table and we all get to talking about the most random shit, until Chapman makes a move on Vause. "Chapman! Dry hump in your own time. Not when inmates are trying to ingest their shit they call food!" I let out a small laugh, as all Piper did was put her arm around her girlfriend. Looking at him with a smile, he starts to smile back and looks quite proud of himself. In all honesty, I think he only did that to get attention. 

"I saw that," Piper says with a grin, "I don't know if you're laughing at him yelling at me, or making a big deal out of nothing, or insulting Reds food, OR you just wanted an excuse to look at him." She starts to laugh. I roll my eyes, "Oh my God! What is with people today, I don't encourage or flirt with or look for excuses to look at Pornstache!" Everyone starts laughing, all except Red. "Well which one is it?" Alex smiles, "The second one. Alright. It was the second one. I give up." I stand up, now very frustrated, drop off my tray and storm to my bunk. 

Taking a shower in this place is probably the worst and best part of my day. Its good to get clean, but at the same time I usually end up rushing it, its hard to believe, but listening to Morrelo and Nichols having sex is not always fun in the shower. 

Of course, when I walk out of the bathroom, there Mendez is in the hallway. I quickly start walking, trying to avoid any conversation. "So, you don't look for excuses to look at me." Of course, he was listening, I sigh as I turn around to face him, of course he has a huge grin on his face as well. "Oh, you only wish that I look for excuses to look in your direction." I hit back, now smiling, I hate how much he makes me smile with his stupidity, but in a good stupid way. 

"Well I – AND I BETTER NOT CATCH YOU WALKING AROUND TOPLESS AGAIN, INMATE OR THAT'S A SHOT!" He suddenly screams in my face as another inmate walks past us. "Well, thank you for giving me a reputation." I get annoyed, "I'm just trying to prevent you from getting in trouble with the Russian Bitch." I roll my eyes, "First of all, you seem to be trying to save your own ass, and second of all, I have not seen that girl in here before, and I'm sure neither has Red." "If that bitch gives you any trouble for talking to me then I swear to God I will-" I hold a hand up to stop him right there, "Don't talk about her like that and there's no trouble because its not like there's anything going on between us." That seemed to hurt him a bit. Why? I don't know. He clears his throat, "Listen, Inmate, I'm coming to drop off some laundry tomorrow, and my clothes better be fucking spotless!" Yup, I definitely said something wrong. I turn on my heel and started to walk away.

Once I climb into bed, Nichols walks into my bunk. "Good job, Davis. I heard Pornstache yelling at you in the hallway, I guess you don't have to worry about Red no more." "I guess not." I shrug, "Maybe you should walk around with your tits out more often around here." She yells while walking away. Damn it Pornstache.

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Migraine - Pablo x Reader

Writing this with inspiration from the huge migraine I had a couple days ago.

Warnings: Fluff 💕

You were lying in bed, half under the covers, half out, your head was elevated, preventing the blood from rushing to your head. You had had a huge migraine due to stress, and at the moment you felt like you were dying.

Pablo walked in with a glass of cold water and some more pain medication for you, “Here babe, drink.” With a grunt of pain you got up slowly, and started to take the disgusting tablets, chugging water quickly afterwards to get the flavour out of your mouth.

He sat behind you and gently tied your hair back, in an effort to cool you down a bit, he didn’t tie it well, but you appreciated the effort. He then laid down next to you, gently stroking your back, you hadn’t lied back down yet, you were too busy enjoying his touch.

That’s when you felt it. You could feel those pills coming back up, and you made a dart for the bathroom. Pablo didn’t follow you, as he knows how you feel about him hanging around you while you’re throwing up. Instead, he went to get you another glass of water.

When you had come back, he was sitting on the bed, waiting with your glass of water. Whining, you grudgingly wobbled over to him, taking the glass of water and putting it on the bedside table. You then hugged him, his head buried into your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You don’t have to do be here you know. I smell like puke, I am constantly whining and crying, and in all honesty, I am not that much fun to be around." He looked up at you, his eyes filled with worry, “Y/N, when you have had a migraine for three days and your suffering, I am going to be here to help end it.”

He tried to kiss you, but you stopped him, preventing him from kissing puke breath. “Babe, can you please go get me a migraine kit, that seems to help, and it always knocks me out.” He smiled, and got up to get you one, while you slowly climbed back into bed.

When he back, you were already sitting with your glass of water, and he could tell you were crying from the pain. After you had taken the six tablets included in the migraine kit, you lied back down and prepared to fall asleep soon.

Pablo had walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to you. He didn’t cuddle you, although he so desperately wanted to. But he knew you would not want to be cuddled when you feel like shit. Instead, he wiped away your sweat and tears, and put a protective arm over you, holding your waist.

You remember drifting off to sleep, enjoying his protective touch, and him placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

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What Happens in prison stays in prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 3 - Every couple has little fights

Warnings: Profanity 🤫

The next day, I was basically running out of the bathroom to try and get away from the ridiculous name-calling between Pennsatucky and Leanne. Not even looking up while I run, I feel myself bump into a large solid figure. At first, I figured it was another inmate, because they didn't say anything at first, and then I heard it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Davis?!" He looks down at me with fury. "You are not meant to run. Full stop. THAT IS A SHOT!" Getting angry with the way he has been acting lately I snap, I know I am not meant to yell at a C.O, but I couldn't control it, the word vomit.

"What the fuck is your problem lately? What is with you?! One minute you are nice to me, smiling, treating me differently from everyone else. And then out of nowhere you're acting like a dick!" I could hear the girls around us gasping as they walk past, his eyes widened. Shit. I really screwed up this time, SHU here I come. 

He looked down at me, then he looked around at the other inmates, his shoes, then back at me, sighing he just said, "You better watch it inmate. Watch your mouth. Remember Ill be dropping off laundry later, you better fucking be there." He then walked away, it was very strange, watching him walk away like that, no shot, no being sent to SHU, nothing. I actually felt a little bad, I seemed to have hurt him. Again.

"Get out my fucking way, you fucking junky!" He screamed at one of the heroin addicts. 

Later at lunch I noticed he wasn't there. This is probably normal, it might not be about me. Maybe he is on a different shift, or maybe he went to go fetch his laundry that he keeps on reminding me about. I wasn't focused, and Red could tell, she knew something was up, she might even suspect its because Mendez wasn't in the cafeteria like he always is. Or maybe I am just overthinking everything.

"Hey Davis, why you looking so mopey? Is it because your boyfriend isn't here to watch you eat?" Nichols snapped me out of my train of thought, to which I replied with a deadly glare, to which Red gave me a glare back.

Nichols gave out a small laugh, "Please don't tell me this is true Lizzy." The Russian accent cut the silent glares, "No, its not true Red. They are just making a joke. I promise nothing is happening between me and Pornstache."

"Good because if there is, you know what will happen."

"I know, I know, Red." I did know, Ill be out of the family, I wont be protected anymore.

I started looking down at my food. "No, shes telling the truth. I saw them this morning yelling at each other." Chapman cut in. "Every couple has little fights." Red annoyingly replies, I reply with a sigh, showing how annoyed I was now.

Vause notices this, and comes to my defense, "Give her a break Red. Nothing is happening. Besides, there are more important things to worry about. Like, I don't know, being in prison?" At least I can count on Vause to save my ass against Red. 

It was about 4 in the afternoon, and I still hadn't seen the mustached guard anywhere since this morning, I must have really pissed him off. Even while I was waiting in line for the phones I noticed he wasn't standing talking to Bennett, making his dirty comments about the inmates like he usually does, thinking he is entertaining the one-legged C.O. 

Yes, I do know about the leg, needless to say I heard the Hispanic girls whispering about Dayanara and her little love affair, and it was quite obvious that they were talking about Bennett. Most of the prison knows about those two by now anyway, with the exception of basically all the staff, even Bennett isn't aware of the inmates knowing.  

It was finally my turn to get to the phone, I better call my mom, I haven't spoken to her in a while, and she is bound to be in a state.

Picking up the phone, I dial my mothers number, she sounded frantic over the fact that I haven't called her in a while, but then she could sense that something was wrong.

"Elizabeth? What is the matter? Did something happen?" I could hear the genuine worry in her voice, which created a lump in my throat, I've been here for 3 months and I still miss like crazy.

"Nothing really happened, mom. Its just, there is this guard, who often is quite friendly towards me and - "

"What did he do? Did he rape you? I saw something on the news about a guard that took advantage and raped a young girl at a prison in California. And I swear- "The way she said rape made me cringe.

"Mom, mom, no, no, he didn't do anything. And you should really stop watching the news, it worries you too much. I just wanted to say that hes being friendly, and it just makes me feel guilty with the other girls because he isn't so nice to them." I quickly changed what I was going to tell her, in fear that other C.Os are listening and more importantly that she'll worry more.

"Oh sweetie, you worried me, that's not too bad. It'll get better, besides you've always had that effect on people, don't worry too much. " The conversation carried on for a few more minutes until I realized the time.

"Okay mom thanks, I have to go, its almost my shift, speak to you soon." And with a goodbye from her side, I hang up and make my way to laundry.

To be continued...

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Prove It - Wyatt Rivers x Reader

Warnings: Profanity, Violence, Some smut

P.S This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's okay.

You had just started spending time with the Wyatt Rivers. Your best friend, Angie, is unfortunately an addict and Wyatt is her dealer, that is how you met him, you went with Angie one time to buy drugs and there he was.

You had continued going with Angie, as you were so intrigued by him, whereas Wyatt, on the other hand, grew more and more suspicious of you. He wondered why you suddenly just started showing up, and why he could not get you out of his mind at the same time.

Eventually after one drunken night, you guys started hooking up, you would never have called it ‘dating’. It was more two people who got drunk one night, had amazing sex, and enjoyed it so much they continued to do just that.

However, Wyatt was still somewhat suspicious of you, he had to be, you were someone he barely knew who just randomly came into his life, and he was a huge drug dealer.

All day you had felt like something was a bit off, you were just running errands, but you had this continuous feeling that somebody was watching you. You were currently walking along the sidewalk when a black car suddenly screeched up next to you, you felt frozen, you knew you should have moved but for some reason you couldn’t.

Wyatt then ran out of the car in a fury, grabbed you and shoved you in the back with him. “Drive!” He barked at the driver, who you did not recognise, and with that the car screeched off, knocking over some garbage cans in the process.

“Wyatt, what is going on?” You squeaked, utterly confused and afraid. You had no idea what was going on, was somebody after you? Did something happen to Angie? All these theories of what it could be came rushing into your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, or you will not live to see!” Wyatt screamed at you. Now you were officially terrified, you had no idea what you had done to make Wyatt so angry at you, and a part of you did not want to find out.

The car drove up to a house that you have never seen before, Wyatt jumped out first pulling you out behind him. He then grabbed the back of your neck and gripped onto your arm, leading you into the house.

Once in the house he led you into a bedroom, throwing you on the floor, slamming the door behind the both of you. You looked up at him in absolute fear, meanwhile he only had fury in his eyes. Without a word, he then slapped you across the face, making your ears ring.

“You fucking bitch!!!” Clutching your cheek, you merely looked at him with tears in your eyes. This only seemed to anger him more. “You’re a fucking cop aren’t you?”

You were now officially confused, “What? No.” He then grabbed you by your throat and threw you against the wall, “Don’t fucking lie to me! Now tell me the truth, ARE YOU A FUCKING COP?!!!”

“No!!” You screamed back in fear, he stared into your eyes for a moment, then loosened his grip on your neck. He merely looked at you for a moment, “Troy!” And with that in ran who you assumed to be Troy, who was also the driver of the car. Wyatt continued to stare at you, “Take her into the living room.”

Troy carefully guided you into the living room, but he was not followed, after you sat on the couch, he then walked back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. You could hear faint voices, but you were not too focused on them, you were more focused on what had caused Wyatt to think you were a cop.

Troy then emerged from the room and stood in front of you, “Wyatt says that if you really are not a cop you must prove it.” You stared back blankly at him, “How am I supposed to prove it?” Troy looked a bit embarrassed, “He said you will know how, but I suggest that you go in now before he gets impatient.” With that you stood up and re-entered the bedroom.

Wyatt was simply lying on top of the bed, arms crossed behind his bed, staring at you as you walked into the room and shutting the door behind you. “So apparently I have to prove something to you?” He nodded his head, “Yup, in a way that only YOU could prove it.” You now knew where he was going with this.

You climbed next to him on the bed, your knees next to his stomach, your face just above his, staring into his eyes. Keeping eye contact, you moved your hand down to the slowly growing bulge in his pants, gently stroking up and down his shaft. Every now and then circling around the tip, teasing him as a way of punishing him, he let out a groan every time you did this.

You started to speed up your hand, feeling him getting closer and closer, as soon as he got close enough, you started to rapidly slow down the movement of your hand. Annoyed by this, he let out a loud groan, smashing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue down your throat.

You then climbed on top of him, letting go of his cock, and now focusing more on massaging your tongues against one another. You started grinding against him, teasing him more and more. Loud moans and groans coming from both of you.

You then left his lips and looked down at him, “You believe me now?” He smirked at you, “I’m sorry, its just with my business you have to be careful.” You replied by continuing your make out session.

He soon rolled you over, not leaving your lips, you started to spread your legs, wanting more. Wyatt then pulled away from your lips whispering in your ear, “Lets finish this later when Troy is not in the next room.” He gave you a wink, and then climbed off of you, getting back at you for all the teasing. You gave out a loud, annoyed sigh and soon followed him out the room.

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What happens in prison stays in prison - George Mendez x OC

Chapter 4 - We need to talk.

Warnings: Profanity and fluff

My shift was almost over, the laundry was closed for anyone bringing in laundry, and still no sign of Mendez, I was starting to get oddly worried. Going through all the dirty clothes, thinking to myself, a loud noise suddenly comes from the entrance, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Its closed!" I shouted to whoever decided to show up late, and of course with my luck, there he stood, holding a big bag of laundry, staring me down. "Not for me, its not." He said with a stupid smirk. 

I write down his number and hand it to him, trading for his over-sized laundry bag. Sometimes I don't mind doing the guards laundry, but sometimes it just becomes annoying because they will give their clothes from the whole week, like he did.

"You're late." I say with a cheeky smirk to  break the silence, he looks me in the eye, damn it, caught his eyes again. "Well I did say I was coming, didn't I? I didn't specify a time." I roll my eyes, "Okay, well you know the deal. Your clothes should be ready by tomorrow afternoon, I might not be working that shift, so just collect them from whoever is working that shift."

He starts to walk out while nodding his head, before turning on his heel as if he forgot something, "Oh and make sure you empty all the pockets, I don't want my clothes to get messed up." I get annoyed that he didn't do that himself, but I give a huge obvious smile and a thumbs up, "You got it!" He then replies by flipping me off and walking out the door. What an asshole.

Searching the pockets, I feel a piece of paper, probably from his Shot notebook, I take it out expecting to see who has been getting shots lately, and instead I am greeted with a neatly folded piece of paper that neatly reads Davis on it. Extremely confused I unfold the note and I am surprised to be greeted with what seems to be a letter from Mendez:

Davis.

We need to talk. 

Meet me in the chapel after your shift ends. 

Be there.

-You know who.

It seemed quite forceful, I have no idea what he was actually going for there. But I better show up, I don't want to think about what he might do if I don't obey. With that, I put the note in my pocket and carry on with my shift, not letting it distract me from my work.

In the chapel, all I could think about was what was this all about? Did he want to punish me for yelling at him? Try and sell me drugs? All these thoughts came rushing to my head I sat on the stage dangling my feet off the edge, that's when he walked in. As he came through the door, he immediately locked it behind him, and as he was walking across to lock the other door, he looked at me, not breaking eye contact for a second. This cannot be good. 

Looking at the floor he strutted over to me, stopping next to me, not taking his eyes off the floor. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't speak out of the fear of why I was here.

He then broke the silence, stuttering, "Um, I- I want to firstly apologize for my behavior, its just when you said there's nothing going on between us, it upset me." I was very confused by this revelation. "Why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, sounding more judgemental than I intended.

Instead of talking he lifted up his hand to my face and gently stroked my hair behind my ear. I regrettable flinched as he did this, receiving quite a hurt look from him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I will never do anything to hurt you." This eased my mind, and I started to relax under his touch. But I was still confused, "Where is all this coming from?" I looked up at him, and for the first time I didn't try and avoid eye contact.

"You are the only woman here that doesn't treat me like I am about to rape them or hates me. You give snarky comments back to me and play along, you hold your own and don't even care what I might do." All of that was not entirely true, but I didn't want to hurt him, and I started to let myself feel what I have felt in a long time. 

I smiled, and held his hand against my cheek, which gave him the go-ahead to move his way in front of me, luckily since I was sitting, he didn't seem THAT much taller than me. He held my face gently and started to lean in, but I stopped it, raising my hand.

"If we do this. Nobody can find out, I mean nobody, none of the inmates, I didn't want this to end up like Daya and Bennett." He nodded, "And no more drugs. You have to be better to Red, and after Tricia, I cant be with you if you are still going to do that shit." He hesitated, looked a bit angry for a split second, and then it faded, his face softened, and he gave me a small smile. "Deal." I gave him a huge smile and bit my bottom lip. 

Gently, he pushed his lips against mine, and kissed me so tenderly, softly, softer than I could ever expect from him, soon our kiss became more and more passionate, but nothing came of it. I am not going to have sex with him, give him the wrong idea. Hopefully this works, because God forbid it didn't, this could end very badly for both of us.

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Three's a crowd - Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan & Pablo Schreiber x Reader

Warnings: threesome, smut, smut and just smut.

This if for @blowmymbackout sorry its taken me an age to get this finished.

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Zeeko is first. You both overindulge in a make-out session worthy of a well directed porn film. You're moaning, his groaning. You writhing on the bed against each other, above the covers like there isn't two other people in the room watching. Waiting.

You're on top of Zeeko, grinding your hips up and down his thigh that you straddle. His tongue deep in your mouth as he holds your face in his hands. Is it possible to still want someone so much while you're touching them?

Clothes are shed slowly, as if you're both too caught up to realise that clothing is in the way to take it off all in one go. Zeeko's top is the first to go. Your hands blindly explore his torso inch by inch as he rolls you onto your back. Then your top is gone, only a split second between it being pulled past your head and your mouth reconnecting with Zeeko's. He's really good with mouth.

And his hands. It's like his hands pay you back in kind for the work your hands just did, but better.

When his mouth finds your neck, you breath out an 'Oh god' next to his ear as his hips grind against yours. You have to tell yourself not to cum without feeling him inside you. You only get one go with him and you're not wasting it.

Your shorts and panties go together, but you're pretty sure someone else is taking them off. You can feel Zeeko's hands somewhere else as your clothing is dragged down your legs.

Someone clearly telling you both to hurry up and get to it. You know who it is but pay him no mind. You're enjoying taking your time with Zeeko, you wish you could do this all night.

His hands grope up the side of your thighs, his fingers make a smooth entrance. Your own fingers clamp around his jaw, your mouth drops open as he tries to keep kissing you. "You like that" he softly laughs. Your knew he'd be good with his hands.

When you don't answer his fingers push in further. You grab his wrist, pushing back. "Don't make me cum like this" you whisper.

Zeeko knows what you mean. What you want. He hikes your leg up higher – allowing better access to line himself up. You can feel the latex of the condom against the inside of your thigh.

It's far better than you had expected. He slides all the way inside of you in one fluid motion. Your eyes closing in bliss, breath catching in your chest as your fingers dig into his skin. Fingers almost embedded into his biceps.

Your head drops back against the bed. You're pretty sure you can't breathe. The pleasant feeling of him filling you up, stretching you out.

“There you go.” There's so much comfort in his voice as one of his large hand cradles the side of your face. Your body shudders as you feel him slowly pull his hips back. He doesn't fully withdraw, his thumb slips into your open mouth as he pushes back in.

His pace is slow, languid, deep strokes. His other hand hold your in place, keeping you where you are, no risk if you escaping. Not that you want to.

"Princess" Pablo leans towards you, speaking into your ear. You want to touch him, but you also can't let go of Zeeko's arms as he continued his pace.

You whimper when you open your mouth to reply to Pablo. All you can do is turn your head to meet his, his tongue brushed against your lip. You try to follow his tongue, stretching your neck up. "You want me to kiss you?“ you nod. You need to get out of the moment, you don't want to come yet.

Pablo grips your face, turning it roughly. His tongue slips into your mouth. His beard scratches against your chin. And then your cheek as his kisses to your neck. You're pretty sure he's giving you a hickey.

You see Lewis off to the side. He looks like he's fighting the urge to join in. But he waits his turn. There's a glint in his eye, a look on his face that says you'll get yours from him.

Zeeko's annoyed at the interruption. It's his time and his time only. One by one he lift up your legs so your knees are up by your chest, and he leans into you with most of his weight. His forearms resting on your chest, heavy against your sternum between your breasts. You can breath. Just about. His hands find your throat.

His grip is soft at first, he wants you to look at him. His pace slows down even more. His hips moving down as he pushes in, and up as he draws out.

The sensation is so intense you can't hold eye contact for long, your eyes rolling back in your head, and your finger nails are digging into his sides and back trying to get him closer.

"You want me to stop baby?“ he stops moving his hips. Just holding himself deep in you and you can't even form words so you just shake your head side to side slowly.

His pace starts again, but still slow and deep, he smirks as he feels you tighten around him. He watches you carefully, like he can see the point inside you he's hitting through your eyes.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your can't open your eyes at first, your back arches but Zeeko keeps a grip on your throat, holding you down.

He removes one hand from your throat, using it to balance and steady himself as he cums. His hips stutter, the grip on your throat tightens and he grinds his hips against yours.

"Shit" you gasp, as your stomach spasms. He's deep, really deep. And then he's not. His hand let's go of your throat. His presence lifting away. Your arm slips off the edge of the bed before you can catch yourself.

"You okay?" Zeeko catches you for a moment. You nod, holding onto him.

"Fuck" Zeeko laughs as he lets you go and walks away. You struggle to push yourself up to sit, your body still shaking and spasming.

You whine in defeat, falling back against the bed taking a deep breathe.

Your pulled closer to the edge of the bed, by an ankle. Then flipped over onto your stomach. You don't fight it. You can't.

The sting of a slap on you ass, draws you attention behind you. It's Lewis. He strokes himself, slowly as he stands behind you, between your legs. "My turn" he grins. He makes a show of rolling on the condom.

You're not ready, you still need to catch your breath.

Lewis adjusts you slightly, he keeps you on your front, but lifts one of your legs up onto the bed.

His hand presses into your lower back. Lewis is rough compared to Zeeko. But that's not necessarily an issue.

He enters you roughly, you're balling the bed covers into your palms. His pace is faster, but still deep as he pins you down into the bed.

Lewis tugs you back against him, leaning down over you. Your cheek presses uncomfortably into the mattress. "You like it rough, don't you" he growls into your ear.

You struggle to nod, your face still pressed into the mattress. He laughs pushing up off of you. His hand stings against your ass as you take a large breath.

Lewis tugs your hips up off the bed a little. You feel his hands spread your ass to watch himself moving in and out of you.

Lewis' hands grip your upper arms and he pulls you back up off the bed with a yank. "Look at you" he laughs, you arch your back as Lewis pulls on your arms.

"Look at them when I'm fucking you. Look" you turn your head to the side best you can, looking at Zeeko and Pablo. Lewis picks up his pace, harsh thrusts that make your chest bounce roughly.

Pablo is sitting back with Zeeko, he seems satisfied with Lewis' harsh interaction with you. He's enjoying that Lewis is far from soft like Zeeko was.

Zeeko moves to get up but Pablo stops him, shaking his head saying something.

Lewis let's go of one of your arms, you steady yourself with your free arm, only to find him shifting his grip from your arm to your throat. You use your other now free arm to hold yourself up so his hold on your throat isn't so much.

His hands tighten as you tighten around him. "You like being choked?" he asks, you nod best you can. "Oh, you gonna cum? I can feel that" you don't nod, your head drops forward as your cum, the bed cover balling into you hands again.

When his grip around your throat tightens as he cums you try to make him let go but he doesn't, growling as he grinds his hips into your ass.

When he does let go of your throat you fall against the bed, your arms unable to hold you up. He pulls out of you quickly and slaps your ass one more time. A sharp slap, you can feel how sore it will be tomorrow and the following days.

"That was fun!" Lewis laughs.

You don't even bother to try and roll over, you just lie there and wait.

You shiver when Pablo turns you on to your back. He leans over you, his fingers brushing your cheek. He kisses you gently.

When he moves lower down your body, dragging his hands over your skin you try to stop him but he bat's your hands away, and settles between your legs.

His beard burns against your thighs as he savours you. He presses down on your hips holding you firmly in place as he pulls shakey gasps, whines and moans from you. You could feel a stitch developing in your side as you struggled to breath, too worn out. You try and push away, but he pulls you back adding the use of his fingers.

When your sounds become muffled, Pablo peers up from in between your legs to see you've grabbed hold of a pillow which you hold against your face, shaking. He laughs as he kisses the inside of your thigh one last time.

He crawls up over your body, tearing the pillow from your hands, throwing it off the bed. With a smile he slips his arm under your waist, pulling you further up onto the bed.

He nudges your legs apart, kneeling between them. When you don't bother to move, he pulls one of your legs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He kisses your calf.

"You ready?" he asks resting his forehead against yours. Before you can even nod, he's sliding inside of you with a long groan.

You feel sick. In a good way. Like your body doesn't even know how to react in a logical way anymore. It's all too much.

Pablo is heavy against you. You can feel all of him pinning you down against the bed. His hips grind against yours, your thighs around his waist. You move your hands to his shoulders and chest with a push. But he doesn't like that.

He shakes his head slowly. Each one of his hands gripping you wrists. You try to fight him, but you don't win. Your arms are pinned above your head.

He laces his fingers with yours as he rocks himself into you with all his body weight. “Cuming already" Pablo teased as your walls fluttered around him. He knew the feeling all too well. With one hard thrust you cum. Your fingers tighten as they are laced with Pablo's, he watches you all but pass out under him but he doesn't stop.

He lets your hands go, allowing you to bite on your fist. His hands find your waist and pin you down. He watches you still, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Get up" when you don't move he pulls you up, steadying you as your wobbly on your legs. He sits down on the edge of the bed, still gripping your upper arms to hold you up.

"Get on my lap" you whine in defeat, you don't want to. You have no energy to stand, let alone be on top. You place your hands on his shoulders for balance.

You take Pablo's dick in your hand, sliding your hand up and down it a couple times as you position yourself above it. You stare at Pablo, suppressing any reaction as you slowly sink down onto him.

“You don't make me cum, I'll let Lewis fuck you again" you know what he's doing. Why he's pissed. You debate if you should annoy him. Counter his offer, but who are you kidding, you're already struggling, bit sure where you're now found energy is coming from.

Pablo leans back on his arms, a smug look on his face. You slide your hands up his chest, resting your shaking hands on his shoulders. You lean forward a little, arching your back as you move.

You don't bother trying to keep quiet moaning as you ride up and down, thighs burning. You roll your eyes closed really feeling how Pablo feels inside you. It feels so good the way he fills you up deep, hard and thick.

You create a steady pace, making a show of arching your back, slipping your fingers into your mouth in bliss, then trailing them down your chest as you cup one of your tits. Pablo lucks his lips as he watches you.

You lean forward against his chest, placing your hand on the side of his neck. He throws an arm around your waste, balancing back still on one arm.

"Look at that ass" Lewis admires from behind.

"Lewis, hold her arms" Pablo pushes you back with his hand around your throat. Lewis is up behind you in no time, pulling your arms back behind you. His fingers grip you tightly, like Pablo's around your throat.

You stare at Pablo through hooded eyes, watching as the familiar muscle in his jaw and neck twitches. You let your head drop back, closing your eyes and you slow down your pace moving by feeling the spots where Pablo's dick hits inside you. "Daddy" scrapes out of your throat as your walls constrict around him.

You expect a big orgasm, you've already had too many to count. But the soft buzz ripples harder through you and tense hard, back arching so you can see Lewis. Your whole body tenses as you continue to cum. Pablo drops to his elbows grunting with grip vice like around your throat as his stomach muscles twitching as he cum into you.

Lewis let's go of your arms, letting you drop onto Pablo. "Not fair" he moans as he slaps your ass again. You nuzzle your face into Pablo's neck, enjoying the chance to lay against someone. His chest rises and falls quickly as his arms wrap around you. He holds his lips against the top of your head.

They leave you, fast asleep on the bed. You don't even wake when Pablo pulls out of you.

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Mad Sweeney x Witch!Reader

Warnings: Implied smutt, a little smutty but not really

A quick fic because @madmedusa178 post gave me inspo...

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I probably should have made this more smutty but I was being silly and styling straight into Tumblr and not making a back up.

And it's not as small as I expected.

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You grumbled at the sound of a knock at your door. You had tried to ignore it but it sounded again.

With a sigh you stopped what you were doing and strode to the door.

"Hi" the voice, the 6ft5 frame. The flash of red. Shit eating grin. You didn't need to look properly to know exactly who it was.

You quickly flicked the door closed, spinning on your heals.

Of course his reflexes were too quick. Or it was his usual luck that meant he caught the door before it closed.

"Nope. Go away" you could hear him step through your doorway. Then the door closed. You mad a mental note to up the wards to include leprechaun's. Or just one specific leprechaun.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he followed you through the house to where you stood before you were interrupted.

"Why would I be happy to see you?"

"Well I can think of a few things" he grinned, twirling his usual gold coin between his fingers. You gave his a dead faced glare.

"I vaguely remember it being good enough for you to be doing spell work half way through"

"Beggers can't be choosers. It just happened at the right time" you shook your head, trying to shake away the air of embarrassment around you.

"I do remember you begging" you slammed your hand down on the counter. You needed to concentrate and Sweeney was far from helping.

"Sweeney, what do you want? I really need to concentrate on this and your not helping. At. All. I'm gonna have to start again" you whined. The content of the bowl was turning a nice pink, when it was meant to be black.

Sweeney stepped beside you in one stride. He leant over you, pressing into your back, one of his hands found your waist. He squeezed.

You watched the contents of the bowel go red, ans you pushed the bowl away from you to the centre of the table just as it exploded.

"Fuck" you grumbled, waving your hands in an attempt to dispurse what was in the air. "For fucksake Sweeney! You just changed my hex into sex pollen" you could tell Sweeney opened his mouth, but you interrupted him.

"Don't tell me your sorry, because you're not" you turned to face him, your fingers finding the first button on his plaid shirt. With his other hand still on your waist, his other hand caught your wrists. Sweeney had good reason to be cautious of you.

"I have 7 hexs to make today. I'm on a schedule! If I don't cleanse the space I'll be making love potions and sex pollen for the rest of day"

"Any excuse to fuck me, aye" he laughed, letting your fingers back to work.

"I don't need an excuse to fuck you Sweeney" you tugged off his jacket and shirt in one go. He pulled you up onto the large wooden table you'd been working at.

"Actually, let's do this on the counter. I don't need my table broken and half my stash on the floor" Sweeney happily moved you to the counter.

You pulled off his tank top, as he nudged between your legs, pulling up your dress. He grinned at the sight of what you had on under your dress.

You were always one for fancy lingerie - harnesses, suspenders, garters, all that stuff had your name written all over it. And today was no exception.

His fingers traced the floral design of the overt bra cups. "I'll be gentle" he promised seeing your worry at what would be left of your lingerie.

You both may have started in the kitchen, but you'd finished in your bedroom which was the very top of the house. The loft.

Sweeney was half awake, sprawled on his front taking up more than half of your bed. He turned his head to watch you as you slipped out of bed. You flicked through one of your closest, looking for something to wear. You pulled out a silk robe edged with ostrich feathers, slipping it on. You fastened the tie around your middle, the robe V'd over your chest, dipping to meet the tie around your waist.

Now with one eye open, Sweeney watched you light a candle in the bedroom and then disappear to light candles in all the other rooms you guys had fucked in. Which according to his memory of your house was all of them.

Sweeney didn't bother to move when he heard you back in the room. "I'm going to shower. Alone. Your clothes will be in the bathroom" Sweeney grunted and then feel asleep.

When Sweeney eventually woke up, he showered, dressed and made his way downstairs.

He could hear your voice, and someone elses. It was another woman, who eyes him suspiciously when he walked into the kitchen. Before he could speak you pointed to a covered plate and continued in a hushed tone now he was in the room.

Half distracted by the amazing plate of food you'd left out for him he only caught some of the chat. You explaining how to set the hex.

Sweeney eyed the stack of money the woman handed over to you. He was shocked but wasn't. He remembered the first time he met you. He remembered how good you were at what you did despite being so young.

You noticed him looking at the money in your hand. "A woman scorned and all that" you shrugged.

"Which brings me back to you. What are you doing here? What do you want?" you wore a similar but different robe that moved seductively as you walked over to him. It was slightly sheer, which meant he could see the new set of underwear you wore underneath it.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you" you rolled your eyes in frustration.

Your door sounded again and you shoved the stack of money into Sweeney's chest. Dispite your earlier welcome, you trusted Sweeney. "Well, if you're not busy. Stick around please" before he could agree you'd disappeared to answer the door.

Sweeney stuck a toothpick into his mouth, and eyed the person that followed you in next. It was guy, who seemed to distracted by your ass to notice Sweeney at first. It was only when he moved to touch you that Sweeney cleared his throat as he casually flicked through a magazine he found.

"Didn't realise we would have company" the guy frowned. Sweeney glared at the guy for a moment, then looked back at his magazine. They guy rummaged in his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of money, putting it on the table. You forced a polite smile.

"Now listen, and listen good. Follow these exact instructions, I don't do refunds" you said, picking up the stack of money.