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fuckyeahdindjarin · 4 months

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Pressing

Jack Daniels x F!Reader, dude ranch AU

A Palomino oneshot, but can be read on its own

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Rating: E

Summary: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.

Warnings: PWP, Jack's belt leaves an impression on reader's skin, unintentional branding, unprotected sex, long-distance relationship, desperate and feral cowboy, no physical descriptions of Reader, very lightly edited, written as part of the Palomino universe, set after the end of the series, but can be read as a oneshot on its own

Word count: 1.4k

Notes: This little story came from an ask sent in by 🐴 anon in December 2022, which I have long lost, about a song that mentions a guy’s belt buckle leaving marks on his girlfriend's inner thigh while fucking. Naturally, they thought of Jack’s belt. 🐴 anon, if you’re still here, thank you for the inspo and for your patience ❤️

Also thank you to @lola-lola-lola for getting me horn knee about our cowboy again 😘 Writing Palomino smut first thing in the year was not on my 2024 bingo card, and I’m not mad about it!

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It’s been two and a half months. Week after wretched week of phone calls on stolen time. Day after day of aching to reach through the phone screen and the distance between you to touch him.

It’s hard being hundreds and hundreds of miles apart. It’s even harder on weeks when he’s in the mountains with no reception. Harder to find time to call when you have to work late and he has to get up at dawn.

But you endure it all - for days like this.

It’s a rare weekend off in the high season, with Teak pulling back-to-back pack trips to cover for him, joking that he can’t take all his sighing and pining for his Darlin’ anymore.

Jack takes the last flight out on Friday night, arriving first thing on Saturday morning, before the city - or you - wake up. You’re half-buried under the duvet when the jingle of the key in the door jolts you from shallow slumber.

On unsteady feet, you wobble out into the hallway, crashing into the walls as you go, balance off-kilter from sleep.

But it’s ok - he catches you, all white t-shirt and tight blue jeans. Incognito, if you will, in casual sneakers, but the cowboy hat is on as always. You knock it off post-haste, burying your face in the side of his neck in a desperate need for contact, his warmth seeping into your skin and wrapping you up in the deepest of comforts.

His hair is longer than he usually keeps it, and your fingers twist into his tousled curls when you pull back, taking in the stubble on his sharp jawline, and his tired eyes. But before you can say anything, he leans in and slants his lips over yours.

The taste of airplane coffee is sharp and bitter on his tongue as he kisses you deep and messy. You startle when he suddenly slams the door shut behind him, not realising it was still open, and his beat-up weekend bag is tossed carelessly behind him somewhere in the doorway.

The legs of the kitchen table scrape jarringly against the floor as he crowds you onto it, big hands cupping your ass and pulling you against his straining erection through his jeans.

‘Fuck, it’s been too long, darlin’.’ His voice is gravelly from an apparently sleepless overnight flight, and hearing his voice finally on the shell of your ear has you whimpering needily.

‘Can’t wait any more,’ he growls, desperation thick in his voice.

With a flick of his wrists, he shucks off your ratty sleep shirt, eyes hooded as he gazes down at your tits, like he can’t believe he’s actually touching you. Cupping them, soft and heavy, with reverent, rope-worn palms, he sucks one nipple after the other between his lips, making you squirm against him and leak wet and sticky between your thighs.

Strong hands hold you in place easily as you buck, the scrape of his moustache almost painful on your over-sensitive skin, nerve endings on fire after being deprived for long weeks.

Too impatient to wait, you tug your pyjamas shorts down your hips and kick them off clumsily, panties tangled in your damp folds as you writhe under him.

You feel the breath catch in his broad chest at the peek of your pussy, a rapidly growing damp spot darkening your cotton underwear. Hooking his thumb under the fabric, he tugs it unceremoniously to the side, baring you to him.

‘Look at all this,’ he marvels, tracing the fleshy pad of his thumb through your folds, making you arch clean off the table. ‘So wet for me and you’ve barely woken up.’

‘Been thinking about you the while night,’ you admit, hips twitching as you chase his touch. ‘Couldn’t sleep.’

‘Did you touch yourself, darlin’?’

You shake your head vehemently. ‘No. Wanted your fingers. Your cock.’

His nostrils flare at your answer, unabashedly possessive in the way he looms over you.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs into your throat, nosing the side of your neck while thick fingers thrum against your clit. ‘I was so hard for you the whole fuckin’ flight.’

As if to prove it to you - not that you need it - he rolls his hips into your inner thigh, the hard bulge undeniable.

You mewl, hooking your ankles around his waist. ‘Fuck me now, Jack - please.’

There’s a wordless fumble for the solid sterling flask bottle of his belt buckle, his usual level-headed composure nowhere to be found as he pushes down his jeans with shaking hands, just enough to pull his cock out of its denim confines -

And then he thrusts home inside you.

After months of only your fingers, it’s a stretch. But what a delicious stretch it is.

You feel him throb deep inside you, feel the thunder of a pained groan in his chest, pressed up against yours. Your cunt is all slick and give to his determined strokes as he begins to move.

There’s no finesse, hardly any awareness, when he fucks frantically into you. His solid weight pins you to the table, and it rattles precariously under your back.

Your legs are splayed obscenely wide and bent at the knees while Jack pounds into your wet heat, eyes wild and mouth hanging open, watching your tits bounce as you take him, your nails digging into the cotton of his white t-shirt. He never did take off your panties, and the fabric rubs your clit just so with every one of his thrusts, rapidly sending you to the edge.

In the back of your mind, you’re aware of the coarse scrape of his jeans against your inner thighs, and something digs hard into the tender skin, the repeated motion dulling the sensation to an almost numb pressure.

When you cum, you’re crying out before your head catches up, your body convulsing with blind bliss as your pussy clenches around him in a hot rush. The blood pounding in your ears is drowned out by your chants of his name, and then his hips start to stutter and his whole body tenses, frantic eyes on yours as he teeters on the edge.

‘Where, darlin’?’

‘Inside me.’

The words have barely left you and he’s coming, broken pants against your lips as he comes and comes and comes - spilling inside you, filling you to the brim until he��s empty, turned inside out.

Slumped, boneless on top of you, humid pants pressed into your shoulder, his fingers tangle with yours, squeezing as if to let you know that he’s here.

You almost doze off, the gradually slowing rise and fall of the cowboy’s broad chest a comforting anchor, when he rouses you with gentle lips along your jaw. You giggle, feeling him softening and sliding out of you, making a mess of your kitchen table.

‘Mornin’ darlin’,’ he says somewhat belatedly, warm eyes crinkling as he smiles at you.

‘Morning,’ you grin back, and when he shifts, you wince at the ache in your joints from being pinned to one spot for this very vigorous wake up call. His hands smooth over your legs in apology, and you jump when his fingertips brush over somewhere at the juncture of your upper thigh that is surprisingly sore.

‘What’s that?’ you ask, puzzled.

Jack doesn’t answer, curiously quiet. You look down to where he’s bracketed between your legs, watching him trace his index finger over the unmistakable imprint of his distinct belt buckle on the inside of your thigh, where it’s been digging into your skin the whole time.

He glances at you. ‘I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?’

‘No, you didn’t,’ you give him a knowing grin. ‘And are you really sorry, cowboy?’

He doesn’t even have the decency to look sheepish. Gently pinching your swollen folds together, he groans when a milky bead of his cum dribbles out of you, running down the inside of your leg and smearing onto the flask-shaped impression.

‘Ain’t sorry about somethin’ that looks this good on you, darlin’.’

‘Could’ve asked me before you branded me, you know,’ you half-joke, running your own finger along the deep lines carved into your skin, for now.

‘Beggin’ your pardon, I tend to forget my manners when I’m balls deep in a pussy as sweet as yours,’ he retorts, one eyebrow arching when he feels you shiver at his words.

You huff in jest, ‘Doesn’t sound like much of an apology if you asked me.’

‘Whatcha want, darlin’? Me on my hands and knees for you?’

Heat flashes under your skin, from your cheeks down to your toes, and Jack’s eyes darken as his tongue wets his bottom lip. ‘Alright. I hear you loud and clear, ma’am.’

Slowly, he sinks onto his knees in front of you, his joints creaking endearingly as he goes, and you can’t help but tease, ‘Easy there, cowboy.’

The wicked tip of his tongue peeks out, and you bite your lip in a moan when it cleverly traces the outline of the belt buckle on your skin, ending in a playful nip that pulls a gasp from you.

With an unapologetically smug grin, Jack winks. ‘I’m only just gettin’ started, darlin’.’

Note: Thank you for reading ❤️ I’ve missed these two, and if you’re new to Palomino, I hope you’ll give the series a chance!

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sunandsstars · 1 year

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 2

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. ___ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right? Warnings: Angst, Injury, Mentions of non-con/Abandonment, Pregnancy Word count: 1.5k

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___ awoke gradually, the soft breeze of the morning flowing through her braided hair. The creatures of Pandora were awake and chirping, singing their songs and melody’s to the lone Na’vi under the tree of souls.

The woman opened her eyes, she was still curled up beneath the sacred fauna, it’s long tendrils dropping down softly onto her skin. The grass beneath her glowed a soft bright blue, almost unseen due to the sun, but since she was so close she could make out the little flecks of colour.

___ sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in her body. Her ears dropped as she recalled the events of the previous night, Jake and Neytiri must have left her there, since she could not see or smell them in the area. She felt disgusted in her own skin. ‘I need to clean myself’

It was painful getting up onto her feet, her bones ached. But with Na’vi bodies it would not be long before they set into place again. She limped away from the place and towards the forest, now that it was day, hopefully it would be easier finding her way back to Hellsgate. If not she will call her ikran.

It did not take long for her to reach a clearing, a large waterfall rushed with life towards the right of her. She sighed and untied her tweng, letting it fall to the ground, doing the same for her top. She felt Jake’s spend from last night leak down her legs and whimpered, ears turned down. This was not how she expected her first mating to go.

___ dipped her foot into the water and after deeming it cool enough she stepped inside. Wading towards the waterfall and undoing her braids, throwing the beads towards her clothes. Hoping to find them later.

She grabbed different leaves and flowers on the way, standing under the fall and letting the water run down her body. She crushed the flowers and leaves, getting them wet and using them to clean her body, paying close attention to the dark marks on her lower back, hips, shoulders and arm.

She was sure the clan would be worried for her. Seeing her coming back alone and in such a state, or maybe they will not care, too busy getting used to their new home and leader.

She just hoped that she could go back in peace, not wanting any attention on her.

“What happened to you child” Mo’at questioned as she rubbed ointments into the purple bruising of ___’s delicate skin. The Tsahìk was confused as to why Neytiri and Jake showed up much earlier in the morning, without ___.

But when the missing woman showed up, braids undone and hair wet, body splotched in patches of darkness, the Tsahìk grew angry.

“It is nothing Mo’at”

“It is clearly not nothing. You are in pain ‘evenge” she stopped her ministrations and brushed the dark locks of hair away from her daughter in laws face, tucking it behind a pointed ear “you are my child now. I will look after you, but I can not help if you refuse to tell me”

___ felt her eyes water, memories rushing back quickly. Ones she refused to acknowledge all morning and kept hidden away. The Tsahìk noticed this and cooed, smooching her head and humming in comfort. Mo’at was always like a second mother to her growing up, being close friends with Sylwanin was what brought them closer.

“I- I cannot say. I do not want to” she weeped quietly, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, shame coating her very being. The woman coddling her nodded, she would tell her in her own time. But for now the young lady needed to be comforted, whatever happened has shaken her.

Mo’at had a fleeting suspicion it was due to her daughter and son in law. No one else in the clan noticed them come back without ___, but she did.

A Tsahìk sees all.

Once ___’s cries died down and reduced to small sniffles, Mo’at informed her of the children she cared for, they were asking for her. Instantly the young woman’s ears perked, worried they have been alone for too long. The elder chuckled and urged her to go find them, knowing it would brighten everyone’s spirits.

“Tsmuke!!” a group of small Na’vi rushed up to her and collided with her legs, nuzzling into the blue skin. ___ chuckled and patted their heads, bending down to give kisses to each of their heads.

“Tsmuke! Tsmuke! Can I braid your hair?” One of the girls, Tsìkì asked her. Already thinking of the beads that she would put in, blue, green, brown, round and jagged. The little one practically bounced at the idea.

“Of course ‘evi” ___ held her hand out and got dragged to sit down by the unlit bonfire, Tsìkì gathering materials to place in her hair while the other children proceeded to chat and tell her stories of their morning.

“Tsmuke!” at the call of her title she turned around, seeing little Sray running towards them on quick feet, weaving between Na’vi legs and jumping over logs. “Zafpe says you are mated now!” the boy in mention choked on the fruit he was eating, not expecting to be brought into the limelight. ___ froze also, mind wandering off to her unfortunate night.

“Srane Sray. But we should not talk about that”

“Lumpe?”

“Because I want to hear about your new lessons”

Instantly all the children brightened up, mouths running with all the new things they have learnt with the humans. Eventually having little competitions between them on who was better at English, ___ laughed at them, all the while having her mating ritual at the back of her mind. Looming over the depts of her thoughts.

“We should tell her. Neytiri” Jake put his hand on top of her shoulder, watching as his wife was sat on the edge of their home, sharpening her knife.

“Why should we? She will find out with everyone else”

“Taweyka ngeyä sa’nok lu keftxo” Jake reasoned, not wanting to face Mo’at’s wrath of anger. He agreed that ___ could listen to the news with the rest of the clan, but it was better to let her know now rather than later.

Neytiri stood up and walked towards her bow, grabbing it and prepared to go hunting, looking towards Jake. “Fine, I will let her know. For the sake of my mother” she then walked out of the pod, climbing down the tree to find her old friend.

Jake just sighed and rubbed his temples, thinking back to earlier when Mo’at stared him down like she knew something he didn’t, like he was hiding something and she was figuring him out. It was unnerving, he’s only seen her look at him once, when hometree was destroyed and they found out his plans of betrayal to the Omaticaya.

He sat down on the edge of the hut and watched as Neytiri dragged ___ away from the children surrounding her, bringing her to somewhere with privacy.

“I am with child” Neytiri stated curtly, expression blank as she faced her supposed ‘mate’ “I have been since the war” she then turned her head up and looked towards their home where Jake was sat on the edge, watching them from much higher up.

“Oh, congratulations Neytiri” ___ did not know what to say, it was bound to happen sooner or later. The war was a few weeks ago and she knew they have mated not that long before that.

Soon ___ would have a child of her own child too, but it would take a few weeks to tell, the Na’vi process of pregnancy was long. It was one that she would usually be excited for but with her situation she was dreading the time it would come.

Neytiri looked towards ___’s own flat stomach, then her eyes made contact with hers “we are not going to be responsible for yours. It is not ours to care for” she turned to walk off, having enough of conversation and wanting some peace, tonight they would all have to share a hut and the warrior was not happy.

All ___ could do is whimper, it is their child, no? Even if they did not love her that does not mean they should hate an innocent being. She held her hand on top of her tummy, praying to Eywa for her future babe to be blessed with a family who cares for them, one who will love them unconditionally. Even if she herself did not get any of that love in return. Her eyes watered at the thought, she may not get any happiness but she would risk everything for her child’s.

She was unaware of Jake’s eyes still on her figure.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 5 months

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Best friends - p3

pairings - Rafe Cameron x best friend!reader

summary - if Cooper can’t have you, no one can.

Warnings - violence, assault, language (18+)

Part 2

Your phone began to buzz erratically on your bedside table, with crusty eyes you searched for it half asleep. Unknown number flashed on your screen, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

Your mind was flooded with memories of Cooper, could it be him? Or was it just a random number prank calling you?

You choose to ignore it, feeling physically ill at the idea of it being Cooper. It had been nearly 3 weeks of no contact, the island was small but you never seemed to run into him. Probably because Rafe was with you, he never left your side.

He did everything with you, it all felt familiar. Just how it had been before he went off to college, you couldn’t deny that you loved it. The only times you were brought out of your little Rafe bubble was when Lola called.

You could hear him arguing with her most late nights when he excuses himself from dinner or during a movie.

He never brought her up, never disclosed why they were fighting. But you weren’t stupid, you knew it was because of you. He was meant to be back at school with her but he chose to stay back here with you.

You squeezed your eyes closed to rid the thoughts of Rafe, just as you begin to fall back to sleep your phone went off for a second time, before you could talk yourself out of it you pressed the answer button ready to tell the idiot in the other line to fuck off.

“Finally”

The words caught in your throat, how could you be so stupid to answer the phone. Cooper’s voice was low and soft. “I miss you”.

You pulled yourself out of the bed, you begin pacing the bedroom floor. Walking to one end of the room spinning and doing the same thing again, feet burning marks into the carpet.

Why had you been so stupid to answer the call? Of course it would be Cooper, you never left him unanswered this long.

“You look nice”. Halting your movements your head whips around, looking for any sign of him in your bedroom. The door is still wide open for Rafe to check on you when he wants to.

“I really don’t like that you're only wearing a shirt to bed y/n, Rafe is right across the hall” he growled, goosebumps littered your skin. It felt like he was right behind you, hot breath fanning over the skin on your neck.

“Where are you?” You squeak, pressing your back against the wall. Eyes still searching the darkness of your room. Why didn’t you sleep with a nightlight?

“Look outside”

You step towards the window, all you see is darkness stretched as far as the gates surrounding your house. The porch light had not turned on so he couldn’t be outside, it would have picked up the movement.

“Now turn around”

You let out a blood curdling scream, Cooper stood in the doorway. Within seconds he slams the door behind him and locks it, striding over towards your frozen body pressed against the window.

“God I missed you baby” he growls, drinking in the smell of you. You could smell the tequila on his breath, it was intoxicating. His lips press against your neck, fingers gripping the hem of your T-shirt, bunching up against your waist to give him a dick teasing glimpse of your black panties, He pulls you flush against him, your body shakes in fear. “It’s like you knew I was coming to visit you” he whispers, his large palm cups your mound. You bite down on your tongue, clenching your legs as close as possible to stop him from moving your underwear aside.

“Coop” you squeak out, he ignores you and continues his attack on your neck. Screwing your eyes shut you let out another cry for help, this had to wake Rafe up.

“Shut the fuck up” he shouts, wrapping his hand around your throat. He tightens his grip and smacks your head against the window. A dull pain shoots from the back of your head to your eyes, crying out in pain he stops you from making noise by pressing his lips to yours. Tears begin to fall from your eyes, you could taste the saltiness of them as his tongue violated your mouth. You once craved Cooper’s touch but now it made you sick.

“Y/n?!” Rafe shouts, his fists bang on the door in worry. The door handle shakes obnoxiously as he tries to get in.

“Look what you’ve done, now I’m going to have to kill him” he grunts, he drops your body onto the window ledge, a sharp sting radiates from your ass cheeks to your back. You're watching as he strides towards the bedroom door. “RAFE! Call the police!” You scream, before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab the knife you’ve been keeping under your pillow and start running at him.

Your insides churn as your chest meets his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and tightening your legs around his stomach. “Bitch!” He shouts, the knife you held pressed against his neck. If he stumbled just a little the blade would pierce the skin, he’d bleed to death on your bedroom floor.

“Make one more move and I push this blade into your throat Cooper” you warn, you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. All of your blood has rushed to your head as you try to calm your erratic breathing.

“Your a stupid fucking bitch, you really think Rafe wants you? He fucking left you!” He screams, he doesn’t move though. He doesn’t even try to pull you away, he stands dead still. “He didn’t speak to you for how long y/n? You texted and texted and he never responded” his voice is eerily calm, his breathing is slow a huge contrast to yours.

A coldness washes over your body, his words hitting harder than you expected. He was right, Rafe did leave, he did forget about you.

You don’t even realize you pulled the knife away from his neck until he’s twisting your wrist and body slamming you to the floor.

You let out a choked scream, the breath being knocked out of you. Pain radiates throughout your body, paralyzed to the floor. Cooper stands over you, staring down at you with anger in his eyes.

“You need to get it through your thick skull, Rafe doesn’t love you and he never will”. He growls, he taps his fingers to your temples. The knife you had once possessed was now pressed against your throat, threatening you to move or speak. Your eyes widen in fear, watching Cooper go inside his head for a moment, contemplating his next move. Your mind wanders to Rafe, where was he? He hadn’t come back since you shouted for him to call the police.

“If I can’t have you, no one can”

That’s the last thing you hear before everything around you goes black.

You awoke to darkness around you for the second time tonight or was it morning? everything hit you all at once and you jolted from your position. Pain radiated from your lower back to your frontal lobes, Hands searching only to be met with a plush blanket. Your heart beat slows as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were still in your room, had everything been a dream? Your fingers brushed against your throat, wincing at the pain. It definitely wasn’t a dream.

“Rafe?” You choke out, he steps into the bedroom within seconds. Switching the small lamp on by the door, his lip is cut and there is swelling under his left eye. “What happened?”.

“Cooper is in custody” you expect him to look happy, but anger is etched on his gorgeous face. He presses the palms of his hands into his eyes and walks over to you, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. His fingers find yours giving you a squeeze, your shoulders relax forward. “He’s not going to stay in there” you don’t say anything but stare at him. “He’s only in there because I pressed charges, if you want him in prison you need to press charges”.

Your world feels like it’s crumbling around you, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to tell your mum of the pain you’ve been enduring, you didn’t want people on the island to find out.

“I don’t think so”

“Y/n don’t be stupid, he’s not going to stop. He could kill you, your lucky we got inside the room when we did”

Tears are spilling from your eyes, you're crawling under a blanket with a gasp of pain. Your ribs were on fire along with your head.

“Do you want to know what he was doing to you when the police knocked the door down?”

A loud hiccup left your throat, pressing your swollen face further into the mattress. You weren’t sure you wanted to know, you felt the pain from what he had done, you weren’t sure if you needed the memories.

“He had his hands wrapped around your throat, he was squeezing so tight I thought you were dead. You didn’t move the whole way to the hospital”

You flinch at the idea of going to the hospital but stay silent. “You didn’t move or say anything for the first 48 hours” your eyes widened and you threw the blanket from your body. “48 hours?”

“You’ve been in and out of it for 7 days y/n, I have drs in your bedroom everyday. You’ve been hooked up to machines for days, they’ve literally only just let with the equipment”.

The words you want to speak are stuck in your throat, Cooper had put you in hospital… Cooper had you barely conscious for 7 days straight.

The strangled cry that leaves you hyperventilating, reaching out for Rafe to hold you. His arms wrap around you tightly, stroking your long hair. “I- I um I want to talk to the police”.

Not even 2 hours later you sat in your kitchen with the police, going over everything with them. Staring from the first time he hit you, which was barely a hit if you look at yourself now. They wrote everything down and kept straight faces, your insides churned when you spoke about the sexual assault. You wanted to ask for Rafe but they states no one could be in the room with you only your lawyer, who kept her mouth zipped the whole time.

When they finally left and said they’d call, Rafe pulled you into a hug and whispered how proud he was of you. He stroked your arm how he did when you used to cry to him about stupid boys in school.

“Can we just pretend like none of this happened for a bit? I just want to forget”

“Of course, come on we can go make pizza”

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iwritefandomimagines · 11 months

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MORE THAN THAT — ROBERT CHASE

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pairing: robert chase x reader

description: when one of your best friends turns up at the hospital with her daughter unwell, you introduce chase as your colleague. considering you’ve been seeing each other for nearly five months now, he does not like that one bit. [based on a request]

warnings: swearing, a tiny bit of sad!chase so hurt/comfort, fluff galore after that

author’s note: robert chase i <3 u ! this was based on a request for insecure chase so i hope this was ok!

“Y/N!” your best friend cried out for your attention as she saw you and Chase approaching down the hospital corridor, “Hi, hi— Lola is with a doctor now, Mark’s in there with her because I was away for work so I only just got here.”

You frowned immediately, worried about what might be wrong with her daughter — your goddaughter.

“Is she alright?” you pouted, hoping it was nothing serious. You were so used to dealing with life-or-death situations that you tended to catastrophise, “Do you need me to convince House to help?”

She shook her head with a small smile, “No, no, she’s okay. Stomach pain but it’s nothing serious, she’s had a few tests and it’s just a bug. She’s being discharged this afternoon, I just wanted to be here with her.”

You heaved out a sigh of relief, pulling her into a hug, “Thank god. What room is she in? We’ve got some files to drop off really quickly and then we’ll come and see her—, oh, sorry, I’ve not introduced you guys.”

You glanced across at Chase now, who looked shy now that he had finally been brought face-to-face with your lifelong best friend.

You’d been together for almost five months now, and he’d not met any of your friends from outside of the hospital.

He already worried that you were embarrassed by him, but you were both so busy that he’d eventually let himself resign to the fact that that was probably why.

“Y/B/F, this is my colleague Dr. Chase,” you gestured between them, emphasising the word colleague because your best friend knew about the mysterious doctor you were dating and you wanted to gently let her know it was him, “Dr. Chase, this is Y/B/F, my best friend since we were literally crawling.”

Chase looked down at the floor for a moment, shifting on the balls of his feet uncomfortably.

“Hi, it’s lovely to meet you,” he forced a tiny smile that you recognised immediately was false, but Y/B/F was smiling broadly enough for the three of you now.

“Amazing to meet you, Dr. Chase. I’ve heard great things about you,” you sent her a shut the fuck up look at that, not wanting to give away that she knew about you, and not realising that Chase had been relieved when he’d heard that, “One of the best doctors here, hm.”

That sunk his heart again — were you really so embarrassed by dating a work colleague that you couldn’t even tell your best friend?

He gulped awkwardly, chuckling, “Ah, thank you. Not at all, though. Well, I’d better get on.”

“Not without me,” you touched his arm, smiling softly up at him before returning your gaze to your friend, “I’ll see you in fifteen, OK?”

“See you in a bit, Y/N. Lovely to meet you Dr. Chase. Hopefully I’ll see you again very soon!”

As soon as she began to disappear down the corridor, you headed back to your office with a sad looking Chase at your side. You didn’t pry until the door to your office was closed behind you.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” you frowned, hand rubbing up his arm soothingly as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, “Sorry if that was awkward.”

“Nothing, no it was fine,” he mumbled, pretending to busy himself with looking at the papers he’d been carrying, “She’s nice.”

You narrowed your eyes confusedly, “You seem upset, please tell me what’s up. I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable.”

He shook his head, “I just… I—,” he seemed to be contemplating whether or not to be honest with you, and your brows furrowed further in concern as he sat down on the edge of your desk defeatedly and placed down his files, “Are you embarrassed by me, Y/N?”

Your heart lurched at that, practically breaking at the notion he would even consider that you would be embarrassed by him.

“Embarrassed? Why on earth would I be embarrassed by you?” you flew to stand right in front of him, watching his glossy eyes avoid contact with yours briefly.

He shrugged sadly, “I just— I figured you must be if you won’t even introduce me to your best friend. Well, not as more than your colleague, as you so kindly emphasised.”

You let out a small gasp, “Oh, babe, no! I emphasised colleague because she does know that we are far more than that so I wanted to subtly let her know you were you. I just didn’t feel like in the busy corridors of work was the best place to talk about it properly… I was going to invite her and her husband Mark over for dinner with us next week so you could meet them properly.”

He looked up at you hopefully now, his racing heartbeat thudding in his ears as he saw the sincerity of your expression.

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“Robert, why the hell would I be embarrassed to be dating you? You’re amazing,” you leaned to peck his lips quickly, “I’ve told Y/B/F everything since our first date… She just works away a lot so I’ve not had a chance to have a proper introduction.”

You could see the relief practically wash over him as his hands snaked around your waist, “Well now I feel embarrassed for being so awkward.”

You leaned in closer to him, pushing his hair from his face and cupping his cheeks to kiss him gently again. He held you close to him, deepening the kiss for a moment.

“Don’t be, I can see how it would come across like I was deliberately avoiding telling her, so I’m sorry,” you twirled his hair around your fingers at the back of his neck, “I’ve been desperate for her to meet you as my boyfriend. I just thought you might find it awkward in the middle of the hospital corridor. I didn’t want it to be too much.”

His thumb caressed the base of your back comfortingly as he stared into your eyes, “It’s alright. Now I understand why she said, ‘hopefully I’ll see you again very soon’, because that did confuse me.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I can see how ominous that sounds… She’s been really excited to meet you. I think you and Mark will get on really well, too. I can’t believe you’d think I’m embarrassed by you… I’m punching so hard.”

He pulled a face, “Are you kidding me? You’re perfect, Y/N. I’m the one punching. And lucky for me I have House to remind me of that every single day so i don’t forget it.”

You chuckled at that, knowing how much stick he got from House for your relationship and how often House would tease him about you being out of his league.

“Uh, I see that and I raise you the fact that pretty much weekly when we’re on a case together someone asks me if you’re single,” you scoffed, thinking of all the times patients and their family or friends had cornered you for your boyfriend’s number, “Although I do get a lot of satisfaction out of telling them you’re not. Just wish it wasn’t unprofessional to tell them you’re alllll mine.”

The exuberance in your words warmed his heart, pleased that you were just as proud to be his as he was to be yours.

In the time you’d been together, he’d fallen completely and utterly head over heels for you.

“All yours, huh,” he smirked smugly, pulling you closer by your waist so that your noses touched from the proximity, “I like that.”

You smirked back, kissing him once more and taking a step back, “Mhm.”

He stood up straight now as you moved away, “Sorry for getting so weird, I just got a little worried.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for, baby,” you shook your head, biting your lip as his expression had fallen a little, “But you’ve also got nothing to worry about. I love you. And I’ll tell that to anyone who’s willing to listen.”

At that, he was beaming again.

You’d not exchanged I love yous yet, but to have you say it first had made his fucking day — given that he’d been fighting the urge to tell you that for weeks now.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he grinned, watching your every movement with intensity, “More than anything.”

“I really wish the day was almost over, I just want to spend time with you now,” you pouted exaggeratedly, knowing that you wouldn’t be working with him for the rest of the day, “But I’ll see you later, yeah? Gotta go check on Lola.”

He nodded, “See ya later gorgeous. I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty boy.”

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this isn't us pt1

park jisung x afab!reader

tags gender neutral terms. cliche best friends to lovers trope. reader and jisung are both at uni. jisung is an art student. jisung pining over another person. jealous reader. jisung being a bit of a dick. arguments upon arguments. a lot of angst. mark looking out for you. jealous jisung. lots of swearing. jisung being very indenial. mutual stuborness. slight mentions of blood. violence and fights. kissing. a lot of crying. there will be a pt2 with smut.

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one month.

one whole fucking month since you last spoke to jisung.

you were as stubborn as each other, everyone around you both knew that, and everyone around you knew that no matter how much they pushed you to speak to one another; it wasn't happening. the stubbornness, however, was only making things worse. the longer you went without speaking, the more resentment built up.

it all started over one particular topic. well, person.. jung jieun.

it was her second year at our univeristy, and your friendship group; jisung and you included; had all gotten much closer ever since her first few weeks.

ever since jieun was thrown into the picture, it allowed jisung to worm his way in. and what came with this was jisung slowly drawing away from you, and being attached to jieun's hip.

maybe you were jealous, you didn't deny that, but it just hurt that your best friend of 3 years started leaving you on read for days at a time and was willing to drop you any time of the day just to meet her as if all the time you'd spent together didn't matter to him anymore.

you're not usually one for confrontation, you avoid arguments and any sort of tension like the plague, but the way he was acting caused something to boil inside you and it caused you to snap.

you and jisung had plans to go to the cafe right next to campus after your final lessons of the day, and that caused excitement to bubble in your stomach. that was until he cancelled, babbling on about how he was ill and couldn't muster the effort to even get out of bed but denied all your offers to come over and look after him; like you've always done these past few years; only then to see him not long after this conversation walking to this said cafe with nobody but jieun herself.

now that hurt. that hurt a lot.

it's not like you could even be mad at jieun. she was your friend, possibly even one of your closest, and had absolutely zero interest in jisung. promising you it was solely platonic after overhearing you talking to your best friend, lola, about how you might have a 'small' crush on jisung.

but jisung, on the other hand, you were beyond mad at.

it started off with you ignoring his already very few messages, not even bothering to open them days after they were sent, despite him so obviously seeing you on your phone in lessons and around the halls of uni. and after a week or so you, you just started avoiding him completely, too scared you'd end up saying something you didn't mean out of angry if you spoke to him.

that was until he cornered you one day whilst you were in your dorm. so apparently annoyed at how you were ghosting him for so long, completely oblivious to how they were a result of his own actions.

"what have i done?" jisung asks bluntly, standing in your doorway so it was difficult for you to budge past him to avoid having this conversation.

"you'll have to be more specific," you countered, trying to shut down any sort of argument as fast as possible.

"you're obviously ignoring me and i just want to know what i've done wrong."

you scoff slightly, unable to hold it in. this made jisung cock up his eyebrow in confusion, curious as to what that was for.

"as if you don't know... everyone else has noticed it, why haven't you?" you sigh, trying your best to move past his taller build and get inside your room.

"clearly not. or i wouldn't be asking," he snaps sarcastically, his jaw tensing a little.

"maybe that's the problem."

you shove past him, attempting to slam the door behind you but he was too quick, squeezing himself through the door before it could close fully.

"look.. i don't know what i've done but-" "you've been fucking ignoring me for weeks!" you yell, taking jisung by surprise, his eyes wide in shock. he can't recall you ever yelling, not once in the 3 years you'd been friends.

"plans upon plans cancelled, rescheduled and cancelled again," you continue, venom dripping from your tongue. "we're supposed to be best friends, best fucking friends, and it takes you 5 days to reply to a message from me yet you can spend every waking minute with jieun."

"so this is what it's about?" jisung snapped back, pocking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "fucking jieun?" "well.. i apologise for wanting to hang with a friend that isn't you for once."

"jisung! you're not getting it!" you yell, slamming your books down onto your desk in frustration.

"what am i not getting, y/n?" jisung yells back, hands balled up in anger. "that jieun's more fun that you? that she's easier to hang out with than you? that she's not as annoying as you? that she's basically better than you in general? because no! i get that, y/n! i completely get that." it left you speechless, hands shaking subtly as you try and hold in the sob you so desperately wanted to let out. you daren't even look at him.

jisung didn't even bother to look back at you before he stormed out, muttering something under his breath as he slammed the door behind him.

once you were certain he was gone, a loud sob left your mouth, tears immediately running down your face. your closest friend had just walked out on you, and you were more than certain that he wasn't even planning on coming back.

and that's what brings us to the present day.

one month without speaking to jisung.

you pretend to like it doesn't hurt, that it doesn't bother you, but it really does. seeing him walk away whenever you go to speak to mark or lola, not even wanting to breathe the same air as you anymore.

you were sitting in your room with lola, she was telling you about how she overheard mark and jisung having an argument, and she believed it could have been about you.

"mark said something about jisung being selfish," lola said, scrolling through her phone as she spoke. "he said that jisung was hurting someone, that someone being you, and that it was unfair he treated them that way. jisung obviously didn't like it, saying that there was a reason he was ignoring you."

"sounds about right, but what does he expect?" you ask lola "he can't just drop me for someone else all the time and expect me to still be all over him."

"don't you worry.. i'll ask mark all about it when i go to his dorm later," she grins.

"god.. your relationship makes me feel morbidly single."

you both continued to chat for around 10 minutes before you heard a knock at the door. lola jumps up to answer, a frown appearing on her face as the door opens.

"who is it?" you ask, before turning your head to glance at the doorway.

jisung.

"i'll... uh, leave you two alone," lola mumbles, quickly grabbing her things and hurrying out the door.

it was silent for a moment. it was suffocating. like a grip on your neck so tight it felt like you were gasping for air. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, not wanting to see the barren look on his face.

he cleared his throat as if he was about to speak, but nothing came out, the silence lingering on for much longer.

"if you have something to say, just say it," you mumble, flicking through the pages of your homework, still not being able to build u the courage to look at him.

"i just- i just wanted to say-" he paused for a moment "-could you please look at me?" he asks.

your head raised slowly, eyes looking straight into his for the first time in what felt like years. his were red and puffy, they almost looked sore to touch; like he'd been crying nonstop for this entire month of no contact. gazing at him for the first time in a month felt terrifying, and it honestly brought butterflies to your stomach.

you almost felt joyful that he was here, but then his cruel words came flooding back in. 'that enid's more fun than you? she's easier to hang out with than you? she's not as annoying as you? that she's basically better than you in general?' and it made your heart tighten, and your stomach feel the same sickness it experienced that day.

"may i?" he asks gently, pointing towards the empty space on your bed, and you nod, mind feeling too fuzzy to even speak.

he once again stumbles on his words, unable to get anything out that was understandable or could even pass as an actual sentence. he takes a deep breath, inching closer to you until your noses were almost touching.

"i'm sorry.." he mumbles, and you could truly tell he was, but after what he said; that wasn't enough. sorry wasn't ever going to be enough. before you even had time to think, his lips were pressed against yours and you couldn't help but melt at the feeling.

despite this being all you've ever wanted, it still felt wrong, it felt forced. so you pulled away, to jisung's surprise of course. "w-what.." he stuttered, looking at you with a saddened expression on his face.

"y-you- you can't just-" you stumble on your words, not being able to think of what to say, your mind so clouded by the feeling of jisung's lips on yours.

jisung stood up, looking worried, questioning whether he had made a mistake and whether he should have even turned up in the first place.

"you can't just kiss me like that!" you scolded, tears welling in your eyes as you stared at him, what seemed like hatred feeling your eyes. "you can't kiss me and expect everything to be okay, not after everything you've said! you don't get to say sorry and kiss me, things don't work that way jisung," you continued, feeling even more hurt than before.

"but i thought you- i thought you liked me.."

"whether i do or not, you can't just come here and kiss me like that after what you said to me. you can say you're sorry all you want but you don't accidentally say those things, you only say stuff like that if you truly believe it," you spoke, voice shaky whilst sticking up for yourself.

"i see.. yeah.. i get it" jisung chuckles sadly "dont worry, y/n," he says in an almost bitter tone. storming out just like he did a month prior.

in that moment, you pulled out your phone and messaged chenle.

'hey.. can we talk :)'

mark: 'of course! right now? i'm free!'

'please.. it's about jisung.. meet in the courtyard in 10, it's late so barely anyone will be there'

mark: 'sounds great! see you soon!'

jisung storms back to his dorm, slamming his door behind him due to the anger built up inside him.

so much rage and aggression was trying to claw his way out, that he let out a straight yell, knocking over one of his art desk.

after breathing for a moment, he picked up the canvas, noticing it was ripped down the middle. it was a painting of you; he hadn't been able to get you out of his thoughts, his mind racing back and forth, burdened by the image of you all day long. and whenever he feels, he paints. that's why almost all of his entire workload recently was infested with images of you, some small sketches, others big canvas pieces fit for a gallery.

"what am i gonna do?" he mumbles to himself, chucking himself down onto his bed and running his hand through his hair in defeat.

honestly, he was so confused and didn't even know how he was feeling anymore. for a while, he was convinced he liked jieun, seeing her every day caused a spark inside him to light up and he chose to chase it. but then there's you, he'd never noticed it until after the argument, but being away from you, not speaking to you or even being able to indulge in your presence was physically painful.

seeing you every day but feeling too ashamed to speak to you felt like something worse than torture, it became too much that he was convinced he'd rather die than be away from your bright light. after feeling such loss, despite still seeing you around, made him realise he didn't like jieun half as much as he thought.

the constant longing he felt for you, the need to be around you and see you, to touch and hear you was all too much for jisung.

he started to realise that he liked you. he.. he loved you.

and suddenly those 3 years of friendship didn't feel so platonic at all. it felt like every second you knew each other, you were in love.

i mean who platonically spoons their friends until they fall asleep, who platonically gives their friends forehead kisses, who platonically would do anything and everything for their friend just because they had asked you too.

"but now she hates me.." jisung whispers, eyes welling up in shame.

you stepped towards the bench you spotted mark sitting at.

barely anyone else was around at this time, besides two girls you recognised from one of your classes sitting towards the main doors gossiping about some random boy you'd never heard of.

"hey," mark hummed, giving you a comforting smile. "lola told me jisung came to see you earlier..."

"he kissed me," you blurt out. "w-what?" mark choked, extremely shocked by jisung's sudden and bold move.

"he kissed me," you repeated "he didn't even say anything, he didn't explain himself or anything of the sort. he just said two fucking words; i'm sorry; and then kissed me, and thought everything would be okay. i said he can't say or do what he did and expect a kiss to make everything better, and then he stormed off once again."

"i told him to talk to you... just not like that," mark sighed at the younger boy's actions. sure, chenle wanted you both to get along again; you were two of his best friends and seeing you not involved anymore was heartbreaking for him and the rest of the group, but he didn't think jisung would be so tone-deaf to the situation.

you and mark talked for a good hour, originally about jisung but then you delved into other topics as he saw talking about the boy was really starting to get you down, surely some other conversation would take your mind off things.

and suddenly, there he was again; jisung slumped through the doors that lead to the doors, instantly making eye contact with you and mark giggling at whatever you two were talking about at the time, and he saw red. he knew full well that mark was with lola, he knew you saw mark as an older brother but that didn't stop his mind from wandering and creating impossible scenarios as to why you were both out here so late. alone. together.

"what the fuck?" jisung yelled, thankfully, anyone else that was sitting outside was long gone. he approached you and mark, jaw clenched just like his fists. "what the fuck is this?"

"what is what?" mark asks in confusion at the boy's sudden surge of aggression.

"this!" jisung yells, pointing at the two of you. "whatever this is!"

"it's a couple of friends... talking," you reply dryly.

"talking about what? huh?"

"you.." mark chuckled "and how much of a dick you're being. playing with people's emotions isn't cool, man. kissing them? what were you thinking? did you really think kissing them would fix everything? don't be so delusional. do you even like them?"

"yes! of course i fucking do!" jisung replies. you could see the anger in jisung's face rising, not pleased by mark's constant digs. "and then i come out here to you and them giggling and being too friendly," he spits.

"at least i'm being nice, jisung. treating them how they're supposed to be treated," mark growls back, becoming progressively annoyed with how one of his best friends was acting towards you and the situation. "someone has to fucking do it," he finishes, rolling his eyes.

"don't you think- i've always fucking tried... you will never-" and suddenly, jisung's fist came in contact with mark's face, not even finishing his own sentence due to how much rage he was being to see.

"jisung! what the hell!" you yell, holding mark whose nose was now dripping crimson red. "what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

"i.. i.. don't know," jisung stutters, not being able to process what just happened. "mark.. i'm sorry- i really didn't mean to. i just- i couldn't stop myself!"

"jisung just leave," you mutter, trying to clean u what blood you can with the sleeve of your shirt. but he just stood there, watching you, unable to speak or do anything at all. "i said leave!" you yelled again, tears in your eyes as he began to walk away.

it'd been a few days since anyone had heard or seen anything from jisung. but at this point, not many of you really wanted to see jisung in the first place, not after everything he's done. he was constantly in his room, locked up, painting pieces for days on end.

no sleeping, no eating, no nothing.

for once, he was truly alone, and he didn't like it at all.

in the few days of isolation, he managed to complete the biggest painting he'd ever done. it was an abstract piece, a result of him just throwing random paints at the canvas in anger to see how it'd turn out, and to his surprise, after some touching up, the image started to look just like you.

he smiled at the painting, remembering how beautiful you were at all points of the day. you were the most stunning person he'd ever laid eyes upon, no wonder you made such a perfect piece of art.

in that moment, his eyes started to tear up. he was worried, fear coursing through his veins with every beat of his heart.

he was honestly terrified; terrified of losing you.

and he feared that he already had.

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Not A Bad Thing!

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Pairings : Number 1 Mafia Executive! Coyote Starrk x Candy store owner Chubby fem!Reader

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Encapsulation : Love is in the air on a Christmas Eve night

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Warnings : Starrk is a Dilf, Family issues, Lilynette is an actual human, this is an Au, talks of pregnancy, Smut, Fingering, talks of La Espada being a Mafia, talks about emotions, squirting, fucking against the wall, slow fucking, passionate fucking, Cute pet names( butterfly, Angel, etc.), doing a split on the dick, black reader, reader has stretch marks( buttercup made me become better at this), Starrk being slow and passionate with the touches, breeding kink( heavy), creampie mentioned, slight daddy kink, the word daddy is there only two times (so brace yourselves for those who don’t like it), just praise and overall smut, the ending may be rushed but hey I was tired last night, hook up that turns into something else.

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White avalanche was everywhere as Starrk and his daughter were walking to Lola’s favorite candy shop, Saccharlicious. He finally had a day off but was still on guard due to his position in the mafia. La espada was a mafia that was well organized and if you make one wrong move, you’re gone just like that. Now if he made the wrong move today, it’ll cost his and his daughter life so he had to still be cautious even if he’s with his little girl. He hated that he had to do this because his little girl deserves the world and that means a parent who’s not so tense at harmless times like this.

“ Dad, I can’t wait to see Miss y/n, she’s so pretty and she also gives me a lot of free stuff sometimes. I think it’s meant to be a secret.”, Lola says while skipping beside Starrk on the inside of the sidewalk. They are only walking because of the parking space being far from the shop, he could only guess that they were busy right now.

Starrk smiled down at his daughter before opening the shop door for her, “ Yeah, I’ve noticed, baby girl. Remind me to tell her to stop giving you special treatment, don’t need you bouncing off the walls like last time.”

Lola blew a raspberry and sighed, “ Dadddd!, I was not bouncing off the walls because of miss y/n’s candy, it’s because I was too hyper while watching my favorite music group, wouldn’t you be hyper if you happen to see a performance from your favorite singer?”

Starrk almost let out a laugh because that was part of the reason for her hyper tendencies, candy just added on and she’s just denying it, “ Sure, whatever you say Lola.”

Lola was saying something else but he lost focus when he heard the voice he’s been wanting to hear ever since he first came here to this shop. That one visit made him obsessed with you. He loved and hated the feeling because this was new and he didn’t like new things if it didn’t come with a price or deal. That’s just how he grew up, especially being in the assassin field.

He was only confused about this feeling whenever he heard a pinch of your laugh or voice speaking to other customers because he didn’t grow up in love or even having an emotion of likeness. He was trained to suppress any emotion he had and just get the jobs done. That is why he became so desensitized when it came to the feeling and emotion of love or obsession so why now?

He didn't even show this much care or obsession towards his ex-wife, Neo. A woman he was in a relationship with for five years. They had Lola in their first year together and that’s where his disconnection of his love came, not like it was there in the first place. He had a reason to not care or love his wife now. His reason is just her hatred for Lola, her own child. A small child who didn’t know right from wrong, didn’t know small to big, hell not even her own name yet. She hated Lola as soon as she saw the love she got from Starrk and her own parents.

He couldn’t take anymore of her hatred for his kid so he gave her options: “ Either stay with our kid and learn to love her or Die.” He had no patience for her because she always acted yucky towards Lola. She finally told him the reason behind her behavior when he was sleeping with two hands behind his head in their bed, she wasn’t loved as a child and she’ll never experience what Lola experienced neither can she give Lola the experience of being loved by a parent, so after two days she left without a trace and Starrk didn’t care not one bit. At least she didn’t die from his hands, he didn’t care about what happened to her outside of him.

He was just glad that he was now the only parent Lola needed. He wasn’t gonna walk out or back down from being a dad to Lola, it’s the least he could do even if he, himself, wasn’t loved as a child too. One left and the other stayed for Lola. He promised he wasn’t gonna let any woman or man get close to Lola because they could do the same thing Neo did: walk out, so why is he letting you get a chance to ease your way into her heart. Lilynette was the only one, you will be in that category too.

He snapped out of his mind when he heard your voice closer and a little louder than it was before, realizing that he’s at the counter, “ Hello, what can I do for you, Lola-pop? First, how have you been? And how have you been, Mr. Starrk?”

You peered down at Lola as she smiled up at you answering the question so happily, the happiest she’s been since they walked out the house, “ I’m excited, miss Y/n, your taffy grapes are now back on the menu, I could already hear the taste in my ears!!”

You laughed at her excitement, “ Oh, come on, another good pun, you just got them floating around in that cute little head, don’t cha’?” You then watched her nodding her head excitedly prior to you lifting your head to see Starrk's pretty blue-gray eyes already on you, you slowly dragged your eyes up and down his body slowly before meeting his eyes again with a smile on your pretty face, “ And you?”

He cleared his throat before engaging in your question with his usual voice just deeper, “ Peachy, this one is driving me up the wall just to come here and get your famous grapes.” When he said this one, he had his palm on Lola’s head, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face knowing she’s gonna whine and she did, making you laugh as well at her little whine.

“ So I’m guessing that’s what she wants now. What flavor would you like, Lola? We have Oreo flavor, red velvet, regular taffy grapes, and cotton candy taffy grapes.”, You say while pointing to the menu on the counter. Of course taffy grapes wasn’t the only thing on the menu but that’s one of the three things she likes or has tried at your new candy store. She likes your Hello Kitty Cookies and the fruity cereal KitKat you always have to restock since almost everyone loves them. You always had to make more of your taffy grapes and cookies too, you wanted to make some more candy or desserts since everyone seems to love these.

You could practically see the light reflecting from the little girl's eyes as she scanned over the pretty menu you made, “ Everything looks so pretty and good, but I want my Oreo taffy grapes, they’re so good, wish dad can make it for me..” she grabbed your apron you had on, motioning you to bend down. You did and she whispered the last part in your ear while you kept your eyes on Starrk’s facial expression with a big smile on your face, “ but he’s too lazy to learn the recipe.” You wanted to bust out laughing because you honestly get a kick out of kids respectfully dissing their parents.

An idea popped in your head but you had to ask your next question first, “ Okay, since it’s almost Christmas time, we have an extra size you could get, buy one get one free, do you accept mr. Starrk?” He could almost melt from how you say his name. You're only a few years younger than him yet you’re still keeping up formalities. Such a good girl you are, huh. He could feel himself growing the more you stared at him, so he averted his eyes from you whilst answering your question, “ Yeah sure, doesn’t matter to me.”

Lola almost jumped out of her body when she saw you came back with an extra large cup and a medium cup, you held up the extra large cup, “ This one is the free one, Lola-pop. I know how much you love my taffy grapes and wanted to be grateful for you and your dad for being my consistent customers.” Lola was saying thank you non-stop even while you were adding the Oreo taffy grapes in both cups. You couldn’t do anything but laugh because you could see Starrk trying to calm her down. The seven year old couldn’t hear anything he was saying at all and it was cute.

You came back to the counter with the cups filled with taffy grapes now, “ and would that be all?” Starrk couldn’t even speak because those taffy grapes looked delicious and he was finally willing to learn the recipe but how when he only seen you do this, maybe he could look it up onl-”

“ Yes, miss y/n, that is all. I have no idea what’s going on with dad today. He’s been spacing out a lot ever since we got here.”, Lola says so nonchalantly while eating on the medium cup taffy grapes while trying to hold the extra large one in her arms.

Starrk quickly grabbed the big cup out of her hands before placing the money on the counter in a hurry, saying thanks as Lola skips. You smirked before stopping him from walking to grab his daughter's hand to get out of the store, “ I could teach you if you would like?”

He stopped and slowly turned to see you already writing down something on the piece of paper you had, “ Help with what exactly?” A man of a few words is what you could describe him as and that’s fine with you that’s why you liked him. You smiled at him before waving him over again and giving him the piece of paper in his hand prior to leaning to whisper in his ear, depending on your height he may or may not have to lean down. His eyes widened when he heard what you said. He felt your warm breath on his ear and wanted you to lick his ear lobe so badly after saying what you said because then he would’ve called Lola’s auntie, Lilynette to come and get Lola so he could have some time with you right here and now.

You smiled at his darkened eyes, winking at him just as Lola called his name in a whine since she was tired of standing right there, “ Call me when you want to learn, Mr. Starrk.”

Starrk hurried out the shop and dropped the text to Lilynette that tonight she could get her to open up her Christmas presents over her house and then she’ll come back home on Christmas to open up her Christmas presents at his house. Good, tonight is the perfect night to finally learn.

After some hours, the shop was now getting locked by you when you got the text from an unknown number telling you it’s starrk and asking where you two should meet. You never expected him to actually text you first but here you are. You puffed out the cold air as you unlocked your car door, getting in the hot starter car. You texted back your house and how he got the address already before putting your phone down with the Bluetooth hooked already.

You were smiling nonstop on your way home, going in the house, and even as you finally took a shower after your long day. You finally had him in your grasp just in some minutes.

Right now, You had on a cute little pajama set and had the taffy grape products out and ready for him to learn about. The doorbell rang just as you were putting the grapes in the drainer bowl to get washed properly. You knew it was him so you hurried to answer the door, not wanting to keep him waiting on you.

Starrk was surprised to see you looking so damn good in this pajama set, your hair was supposed to be in a bonnet by now, but you weren't gonna show him that yet. You smiled at him before moving to the side, “ Hello and welcome to my home, Mr. Starrk. You can take your shoes off and put them over there, if you're comfortable with that.”

Starrk took his shoes off and put them where said, working on his coat afterwards when he was interrupted by your voice, “ I’ll get that for you, if you don’t mind, of course.” He gulped before nodding at the home vibe he was already getting. He was so glad that he came here, safely as possible. He couldn’t allow you or risk you getting involved in his field of work. He’ll never forgive himself if something happens to you because of him coming over.

You walked behind him, trailing your fingers over his back bringing them up to his shoulders to slide off the rest of his jacket, putting it on the rack afterwards. Your slow movements were going straight to his cock and he couldn’t help it especially when you walked around him ti stand in front of him. You two sized each other up, walking closer towards each other. Starrk placed his sturdy hands on your love handles/ hips, “ Can I kiss you? I can’t wait any longer, gotta taste you right now.”

Once you nodded your head, he grabbed your neck with one hand and brought your body even closer to him, leaning to capture your plump lips with his. The kiss was slow and sensual, he was going to take his time with you. Your heads moved in opposite directions as you two deepened the kiss, tongue was starting to get more involved in this kiss. His lips were so soft on yours and the way he held your body was so delicate that it kinda made you scared and excited at the same time.

“ Room or living room? Guide the way.”, Starrk says after breaking the kiss, he caressed your face so gently. Hypnotizing, really. You honestly forgot all about the grapes sitting in light vinegar and water in the bowl. However, they do gotta sit for a while, so why not engage in the activity you always wanted to engage in with Starrk.

You smiled before taking his hand guiding him upstairs into your room, locking the door afterwards. As soon as you did that, starrk eyes were on you like a lion catching its prey. He was ready to devour you. His hair was down and he looked so fucking good to you but you had to make sure if this was something smart to do, “ Sta-”

“ Shut up, don’t wanna hear you asking me if I’m sure. When I got in my car and came over here, I was sure. Now the question is, will I be able to resist my urges or succumb to them, what do you think, Angel?”, Starrk says as he takes slow steps towards you. You didn’t back up nor one bit because you wanted to know what urges he had for one and for two you wanted him too much right now. Way too much. Starrk took your lips against his again while you worked on his shirt, you both disconnected when you pulled it over his head only to reconnect like two wolves in heat.

Your kiss was sloppy and the saliva was finding its way to slide down yours and Starrk’s chin’s, neither one of you wanted to stop as he now worked on pulling down your pajamas and you helped him by stepping out of them with a quickness. This could be straight out of a movie from how you two were going at it. His thoughts were roaming and the only word in bold was the word he’s going to do to you. Your hands combed through his silky brown hair as you tongue kissed him with a hidden passion. You both moaned and groaned in between kisses. You both couldn’t help it, it tasted too good and felt too good.

The way his muscles jumped under your touch was enough to drive him mad. He never wanted this to end so because he got you right here and now, he’ll show you his the only one for you. You broke the heated kiss in order to catch a breath whilst looking around him to see the bed realizing you two walked over here while you were making out. You laughed preliminarily, feeling his body walk around you getting behind you, “ You’re gonna’ allow me to do what I want to do to you and your body? Your choice.” His hands were caressing your arms as he spoke with devoutness laced in your ear. His fingers were massaging your arms at this point, it was a relaxing touch and you wanted to stay like this forever. Especially since your body was close to his with your head against his body whether it against his chest or shoulder, depending on your height really.

You nodded because you did not trust your voice right now. He was smirking and you felt it even without seeing it. He rarely does that so when he does, you are either in trouble or just his daughter. You are definitely in trouble for agreeing so dumbly. He had you dumb for him without even being inside of you.

Starrk started to place little kisses on the back of your shoulder as his left hand traced over your rolls to your pudgy stomach rubbing tiny circles into it, making you hide your hands over your face in embarrassment, just a little embarrassed that’s all. His right hand was making its way on your panties rubbing in little circles over your clit. Your body shuddered against his when you felt the little circles against your soaked clit. Oh God! This was really happening is all you both thought. He was taking his time with you and you couldn’t complain not once. When he traveled his right hand in your panties, he traced his index and middle finger down your glossy pussy prior to entering with those same fingers.

Your fat fingers gripped his wrist as little whimpers escaped your pouty, moisturized lips, “ Ah, Starrk, keep going please. Please….please.” He chuckled into the back of your neck, curling up with fingers finding your g-spot so easily. You were surprised because the men you were with haven’t really found the g spot not even 10 minutes later so how was he so fast. The bare minimum really and yet you’re so surprised. Starrk moved his fingers inside of you slowly, lazily but you still loved it as your fingers dug into his arms in fear of you collapsing from the pressure on your pussy right now.

“ Do you like when I dig inside of this fat pussy, hmm? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this. The stretch of your pussy tells me that you really don’t even receive this kind of treatment from previous boy toys. It’s a shame really? Feels like a virgin pussy that wrapping around my fingers, not even my dick yet.”, He whispered heavily into your ear making you whine at the fact that he was right. When you got foreplay, the fingering was off and the pussy licking was too hard, shit was aggressive and aggravating.

You gasped when he added a third finger, feeling them speed up afterwards too, “ Ughh! I think I’m gonna cum, m’gonna mmm.” Your legs were shaking as the wet sounds of your pussy were surrounding the room. His words only set off your horniness even more that you lifted up your leg to set it on your bed gaining Starrk more access to your pussy.

“ I could see you right now, falling apart on my dick like a broken toy. My broken toy now. So cum for me, Angel. Give me what I want, hell I’ll make you squirt too, how does that sound? Is it too much for you? Hmm. Nahhh, not for you my little Angel, you’re gonna take everything I have to offer today, so come on. Cum for me, cum for daddy.”, Your legs shook as you screamed so loudly when you came undone on his thick fingers inside of your dripping cunt. His dirty talking was something else but the way he kept curling his fingers while moving faster inside of you did it for you.

Starrk watched your body almost collapse on the floor until he used his left hand to wrap tightly around your arms to hold your shaking body up against his. He pulled down your panties, slightly picking you up l to get them completely off of you. His sadistic ass chuckles were heard in your ears as his fingers were now slipped out of your pussy, now rubbing against your clit in medium pace circles, “ Come on, give me the other thing I want, you could do that right? After this, all you have to remember is to just enjoy yourself, yeah.” His husky voice was enough to send any woman into a frenzy so when he’s close to your ear while rubbing circles against your already puffy clit, what else are you supposed to do other than squirt against the end of your bed. Your moans were music to his ears, “ I can’t, I can’t, mmmmmhh.” He got you now. So obedient. So perfect.

Starrk was gentle enough to wait until you stopped squirming against him ahead of gently turning your body towards him to hike you up against his body. Your body weight meant nothing to this man and this surprised you to the fullest but nevertheless you wanted to know what he wanted to do until you saw him walk to the wall beside your bed.

He placed you against the wall and your legs wrapped tightly around him in hopes of not falling. You didn’t even notice the look he had in his eyes as he stared at you so longingly. You fidgeted under his gaze turning your head, but his hand grabbed your chin, “ Eyes on mine, don’t you dare take them off of mine anytime soon. If you do, prepare. Now, Condom or no condom? Your choice.” He wanted you to say so badly no condom so he could give into his urges and by the look of your eyes, he could already jump in lazy pride, especially when he heard your answer.

Starrk unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard dick. Your eyes widen at how long he was. Your suspicion was right all along, he was a heavy and long one. Your pussy clenched and unclenched the cold air at the thought of that thing going inside of you. He struggled a little to get himself out of his underwear and pants but he managed even with holding you up. You guess he becomes overpowered with the adrenaline of sex.

You wanted to reach down to help him in some way so you trailed your hands down your naked body and onto your pussy, all while keeping eye contact with him. Your manicured hands opened up your soaked pussy lips inviting him inside and he gladly accepted the offer. As he moved his tip against your pussy, his tongue traced over your stretch marks around your chest. He was showing that he was indeed in love with you and hoped you got the message after all of this because he plans on taking you on a lot of dates, too.

When Starrk finally moved inside, he let out a little whimper at how tight your pussy clung to the tip of his dick. He wasn’t even fully inside and you got him like this. This was dangerous, luckily that’s all he knows. Starrk took one of your tits into his hand as his other hand was holding onto one of your ass cheeks, “ Fucking, fuckk… Angel, your pussy is already clinging to me, loosen up a bit for me.”

You tried to ease up under his eyes, but you couldn’t. He could tell so he kissed you, hoping that can ease you up a little and it worked. You melted into the kiss as he moved more of him inside of your weeping pussy. The stretch was burning the hell out of you, “ Ahhh! It hurts, hurts so good.” Starrk watched your saliva covered lips and wanted to devour you again, but first he had to pay attention to other parts of your body. He was going to cherish all of you without a care in the world.

Starrk’s hips were slowly moving back and forth, making his cock move in and out, slowly. It was like his cock was exploring your insides. You felt like you can feel every vein protruding upon his cock and you loved it meanwhile Starrk was loving how your insides feel around his dick. Your pussy was as soft as your skin right now. Everything about you was so soft and he could stay around you, inside of you all day, everyday. Both of your moans were having a sing off with each other.

Starrk moans at the feeling of your pussy tightening and untightening around him as he had one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue moved around your hard nipple as he had the entire areola in his mouth slobbering over it like it’s a pacifier. The feeling of him inside of you while he devoured other parts of your body was too much, “ Fuck, Daddy please, keep fucking me like this. Feels so, mmmgh, feels so good.” You didn’t know where the urge to call him daddy came from, you could only guess because he referred to himself as that you could call him that. You just made the biggest mistake.

Starrk halted before taking your bruised nipple out of mouth. You thought you did something wrong until you heard his dark chuckle, “ That’s all I’ve been wanting to hear from you, little butterfly. Now I’m gonna cum inside you as many times as I want.” As soon as he said that, his hips snapped against yours as your legs wrapped tightly around him again, ready to take him all. The slaps were heard all around the room and you basked in it. Your head was thrown back as your hands were placed on his back feeling his back muscles attract and detract from him pounding inside of you. Starrk’s hips were moving faster and going in a circular motion, the new found rhythm was driving you insane.

“ Ngh! Yes! Yes, fucking yes. I think M’cummin. Oh! I’m cummin’.”, You moaned loudly into his ear as his head was in between your neck and shoulder breathing more heavily. His breath against your neck was adding onto your pleasure so you had no choice but to cum around his thick cock. Your cunt pulsed and that along with the smell of your body scent and cold anklet against his ass sent him spilling himself inside you with no remorse.

“ Augh! Shit, take that dick baby. Take my cum too!.”, He moaned into your neck before gently biting into it. You whimpered at the feeling of being filled up with his warm cum and the biting on your open neck. He didn’t even care that he came inside of you, so you finally figured it out. He has a heavy breeding kink and you knew right then and there you were in for a ride.

After two more pumps into you, he slowly pulled out and you tried to stand on your own as you unhook your legs from his waist. Your legs were fucking shaking like a leaf, this is how it felt when you first lost your virginity. Starrk, however, wasn’t done filling you up, “ We’re not done, so come on. You could hit a split right?”

You were hesitant to nod your head, yet you did anyway, making him run his hand through his brown hair pushing it out his face, “ Good, now lay down on your stomach and stretch your legs into a split for me, bunny.” You were dragged over to the bed prior, so he now just watches you shakily get on the bed and do what he said, gaining him full access to your pussy and ass on full display for him. You knew this position was gonna hurt because you were chubby and couldn’t hold a split for that long, but don’t worry he could tell which is why he had plenty of other positions in mind.

Starrk crawled in bed with his knees and positioned his still hard cock on the opening of your pussy, “ Hold on a little bit longer for me, Angel. I saw how you were with Lola and couldn’t help but to think what you would look like with a kid of your own, our kid. Been thinking that for a year now. Can’t wait to see you waddling around with your big baby bump. The massages your feet will be getting are gonna be daily since you're gonna be carrying my child. From The disgusting food to the kicks of our baby inside of mommy’s little stomach. I already know you’re gonna be a great mother. The way you take care of Lola was everything I needed to see to make my decision of making you the mother of my child, how about it, Angel.”

Starrk knew you couldn’t speak since he already moved inside of you with every word he spoke. He was now fully inside of you, throwing his head back in bliss at the feeling of you around him again. He could do this over and over and he thinks he’ll always have the same reaction. He yanked your head back to see your reaction and saw your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he guessed there were silent screams coming out of your mouth. From the statement he said, he felt you tighten against him. Letting him know you want the same thing, so he was going to give it to you.

After that, everything was set and stoned. Every position he put you in, he came deep inside of your pussy with no hesitation. You felt so full and stuffed when you both finished with the lotus position. He was in love with you and he finally got you. He just didn’t know you felt the same. You never believed in love at first sight but you do believe in love in multiple sights. You felt so loved on the night of Christmas Eve and couldn’t ask Santa for anything else but that feeling. Of course, you two laughed at the end of the night when you thought about the thing you were supposed to do, which was helping him learn how to make taffy grapes. Well, there’s always next time!

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lumax-mayclair · 8 months

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Full on crack dream, but hear me out— What if…??

We made Zoey 101 an animated series and just went ahead and did that final season of their senior year like we should’ve gotten in the first place . . . Just a thought . . . 🤔🧠 🚬🍀

#ignore me i’m high #zoey 101 #zoey 102 #logan reese #quinn pensky #lola martinez #chase matthews #Micheal barret #zoey brooks #mark del figgalo #stacy dillson #erin sanders #matthew underwood #sean flynn #victoria justice #nickelodeon #quogan #logan x quinn #quinn x logan

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wosoluver · 22 days

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Four times she didn't notice and the one time she did.

Andrea x reader

"Hey are you coming to the game today?" she had called you up in the morning, excited as she always was on gamedays.

"Yes. Is that why you woke me up? You know I always come to home games."

"Yeah, but I just wanted to make sure. Good morning! See you later!"

"Good mornin..." - You barely had time to finish the sentence before she hung up.

Maybe others would find this rude. But you didn't mind at all. You knew she was just hyper, but most of all you knew she was anxious, and that she had called to ease up her anxiety before she needed to get ready for the day ahead, and hung up just as quick because she knew you loved sleeping in whenever you could.

And that's exactly what you did, not even a minute later you were sound asleep once again.

You took a ride with Cris to the game. You always stayed on the seats reserved for family and friends, so they knew where to look for you guys.

The game had taken a turn and was more competitive than they had expected. They had to fight hard 'til the end.

But she hand to admit, seeing you on the stands wearing her jersey, cheering on definitely helped her stay greedy until the last minute.

"Andrea?" you knocking on the bathroom door. You had taken her home after a tough game, that she had gotten injured. Unfortunately Wifi wasn't home. So you would have to sort this one out by yourself. Although you never considered yourself good at giving others support.

"Andrea! I can hear you crying, you've been in there for too long. Let me in, please." with every word you said, your voice became softer.

She only unlocked the door and went back in the shower. You opened the door as soon as you heard the lock turn.

"Hey," you sat next to her, but outside the shower. "I don't really know what to say or do, but I'll stay here until you tell me to leave."

And you two stayed there for another 20 minutes, before she got up to turn the shower off. And when she turned to get out, you held her towel ready.

"Thank you." - Thats the only thing she said for the next hour or so. But that was enough for you. You knew your friend and you knew how hard it was for her to accept being vulnerable.

Sitting on the couch, you were soothing her, rubbing her back as she calmed down.

"You'll be back before you know it. I promise."

You had gotten home from a celebration and it was almost four in the morning. You were fight to stay awake, opposite to her of course.

You had made her carry you to bed, you were hugged on her like a bear. She had slowly put you down. And she could tell you were not going anywhere else. So like you had done many times for her, she helped you.

She started by putting you a comfortable T-shirts you could sleep in. Next she walked into your bathroom to get your make up remover. And she gently patted the cotton pads all over your face, making sure nothing stayed behind. That had taken her sometime, especially as she took her time to take in your facial features. The freckles on your cheeks, the beauty mark on your temple, your rosy lips and tinted skin from the alcohol you had consumed.

Then she tried her best to put your hair up and out off your face. And before getting herself ready to sleep, she went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some pain killers, placing on your bed table, making sure to get you covered for the hungover in the morning.

When you were all back at Lola and Cris' apartment watching the Spanish national team, and she couldn't take her eyes off of you.

It started out as a classic game watching afternoon. You had ordered lunch, and the prepared the snacks you had stopped to get before driving there.

Everyone wearing their respective jerseys. And by that it meant, Cris was wearing one of Lola's old national team kit.

Lola was wearing a Putellas' number 11.

Wifi wore her own national kit, Marta was wearing a Misa jersey to no one's surprise. Andrea was wearing Ornella's number 7 she had wore on the final game of the U20 world cup they had won together.

And you were wearing her blue away kit. One of many she had in her closet, and one of many you had stolen. You thought you were being sly, but in truth she only pretended not to notice.

They would always look better on you anyway.

She'd observe you closely but it was once the game started she had completely taken a front seat to watch your reactions.

"Hijo de la puta madre! That's for a yellow card, she can't go at her like that!"

It was funny because they clearly knew the rules and the protested just like you, but the way you passionately argued with the TV screen, always made everything 10x better.

"Thats a penalty no?" - waiting for the referee's decision. "YES, YES, YES." you said jumping up.

And as Mario scored you screamed in celebration with the girls. - "VAMOOOS!"

On the last ball before the end of the game Alexia managed to score with a assist by Patri. - "LA REINA, BABY" you yelled as you all cheered their win.

She could watch you watching a game, forever.

When you went on a date with a girl you really liked, and couldn't shut up about it for the rest of the day.

"She's just so interesting, also she plays for the Uni's volleyball team." - Your were telling Lola as she was driving. You in the backseat and Andrea in the passenger."

"Does she study physio too?" - She said, interested in your sudden crush. She had known you for a while and she had never heard you talk about someone like that.

"Yep, although she's graduating this year. She's a rojiblanca by the way."

"Don't you have anything else to talk about?" - Andrea questioned rudely but you decided to take it in a light note.

"Seems like someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed." - giving it a light laugh at the end.

"No seriously, have you wondered that maybe she's just trying to get free tickets?" - But that one hurt. And you just stayed quiet.

Lola had just pulled up to your apartment complex too, so you just decided to walk away, clearly upset.

"Thanks Lo, talk to you later." and they watched as you walked in.

"Andrea!"

"What?"

"Don't treat her like that! She's one of your best friends! That was so uncalled for!"

Lola knew and so did she. As a matter of fact, everyone close to you two knew. It was obvious. But it seemed like Andrea had just realized, in the worst way possible.

She felt so stupid, it took her an argument over her jealousy, to realize what she had been feeling for some time.

If you have any requests for her, please send them in! 🙏🩷

#woso x reader #andrea medina #andrea medina x reader #atletico madrid femenino

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luv4-liv · 8 months

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❝Take the stress out of you.❞

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. +18. First time. Unprotected sex. Obscenity. He angry. Spanking. Marks on the neck.

Summary: Lola and Remus had an arranged marriage, although he was in love with her. Eventually, she also falls in love and decides to prove her love.

The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.

You can find it in Spanish on my wattpad account (piscessbabyy)

Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me

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Time had passed, both were closer. Things had improved financially, and they were comfortable, both of them.

Lola had given it a lot of thought, but finally made up her mind. They had been married for months, it wasn't a bad thing.

She saw the time and after taking a shower, she hurried over there.

After passing by that store, and somewhat embarrassed, ordering what she needed, she hurried home, before her husband arrived.

She had bought red lace underwear. It wasn't something very 'WOW' but she had seen Remus slyly looking at those garments, every time they passed by the store.

And a few days ago, Lola had worn a red blouse, for nothing special, and he was quick to tell her that the color suited her very well.

He liked seeing that color on her.

And from there, the lacy red underwear.

As soon as she entered her house, she ran into the bedroom taking the garments out, changed and put her normal clothes back on.

She felt the sound of the door and quickly hid the bag in the closet.

She left the room as normal as possible, due to her nerves, and went to the living room, running into Lupin.

"Remus?" he looked at her.

"Hello," he said dryly.

He left his coat on the couch and headed for the bedroom, followed by his wife.

As they entered, he sat on the bed, running his hands over his face and then his hair in frustration.

"Are you okay?" she dared to speak again.

"Yes.." he replied more calmly, realizing he had answered somewhat curtly earlier.

"What do you want to eat..?"

"I don't want dinner today, honey. Thank you.."

"Did something happen?" she said, still standing by the door, watching him.

He denied, but then thought about it some more.

"It's just that I had an argument with a co-worker at work, and I got really mad at his attitude." he spoke still with his hands on his head, looking at the floor.

Then she saw the opportunity.

"I think I know a way to take your stress away.." she caught his attention, causing him to now look at her.

Lola, her hands a little shaky for whatever her reaction would be, began to pull her blouse off, exposing her lacy bra.

Remus dropped his gaze from her eyes, to lower his gaze to that garment.

She half-opened her lips, but then denied.

"I'm kind of angry, cutie, I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm at your beck and call, Remus, anything that comes from you will make me feel good."

And that was enough for him to get up and slam her against the wall.

He moved his wife's hair to one side, to start kissing her neck.

The girl's moans were getting on his nerves, and he was sure he couldn't take much more.

He gave a little tap on the back of her thighs, to which Lola understood, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He walked to the bed, leaving her on it, and climbing on top of Lola, without crushing her.

"I love the way that color looks on you."

"I know." she gasped.

He quickly unclasped her bra and went straight to kissing her breasts.

He left a big mark, and smiled.

Lola bit her lip to hold back her little cries, which her husband noticed.

With one hand, Lupin squeezed his girl's neck, without hurting her.

"I want to hear you, don't be quiet."

He continued his task on her breasts, and when both were erect, Remus roughly pulled down his wife's skirt.

Next, unable to wait any longer, he ripped the panties off.

"Hey, they were expensive."

"I can buy you a lot more, if when I get home from work, you'll greet me like this more often." he spoke before kissing her

She gasped in between the kiss, as she felt Remus run a finger across her womanhood, feeling her wetness.

And her moans became even more intense, as Remus began to make circles on her clit.

He was being a little rough, and it was driving her crazy.

Lupin moved his hand away, and Lola was about to moan, until she heard the sound of a zipper, and then Remus's pants drop.

Seconds later, she felt Remus' member, brushing against her womanhood. She moaned at the surprise and closed her eyes, enjoying the contact.

He moved his member up and down, from her clit to her entrance, spreading her wetness.

Remus smiled at the image of his girl enjoying his touch. He never thought he could have her like this, willing to him in such a way.

Lola began to moan unconsciously, the touch was no longer enough for her, and really, not enough for him either.

Without warning, he entered her all at once. Lola moaned loudly and grabbed her husband by the shoulders.

He didn't wait and began to move at a pleasurable speed for both of them.

After a few minutes, he had had enough, he needed to vent his anger.

He grabbed her by the hips and began to penetrate her roughly, causing the moans to get louder.

They were both aware that tomorrow they were going to get complaints from the neighbors if they passed them.

They had no idea how long they had been like this, but in a moment, Remus found the girl's weakest point.

He smiled at that and began to strike deeper into that spot.

When she dug her nails into his shoulders, he responded with a hard spank, she was sure she would get a mark, and it didn't bother him at all.

Their onslaught was beginning to become unbridled, both were about to release the knot of pleasure they were holding back.

Soon after, they reached their orgasm together, but Remus's thrusts would not stop.

That tortured her from the overflow of pleasure, due to her sensitivity from her recent orgasm.

She moaned and to him it was the best thing he had ever heard in his life.

Remus was slowing down. He left one last mark on Lola's neck, and seconds later, he pulled out of her.

They were both lying on the bed, somewhat shaken and tired.

Remus wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, noting all the hickeys he had left.

"We should do this more often.."

"Anytime you want, love." he replied, running his fingers over each of the marks.

They were so amused with each other, they didn't even notice the missing condom, until the other day.

But well, that's another story....

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