#that 'sir' is gonna keep me awake at night

[ex0rin]

The Boys S01 Bloopers | Jack Quaid & Karl Urban

#karl urban i can see your fucking eyes dilate in that second gif #god i bet jack just pushes his luck like this all the time #that 'sir' is gonna keep me awake at night #fuck it #actor rpf #there's no way they haven't fucked #cara gifs #jack quaid #karl urban #urbaid #butchie #hughie campbell #billy butcher

[syddsatyrn]

⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter 2

(Click here to read chapter 1)

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.

⛧Words: 2.5K

⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.

⛧Notes: Ask and you shall receive, my dears! You all asked me for a part two so here we go! Keep an eye out for my next fic because its time for some Alastor content! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and she deserve all the rainbows and cupcakes.

⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic

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As the soft rays of the morning sun seeped through the velvet curtains, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times, adjusting to the gentle light. Despite the room still cloaked in soothing darkness, you knew you were in Lucifer's room. It takes you a moment to recall last night's events. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and his arm around your midsection. You can feel your face get hotter with every detail you take in. He is comfortably curled up behind you sound asleep. He needs rest, you’re afraid to move a muscle and wake him. You look over at the clock on the wall, you both are extremely late for breakfast.

“...Shit.” You say under your breath. Lucifer begins to move slightly, he lets out a soft hum and holds you just a bit closer. You can’t tell if he’s awake or not, even though you truly did not want to get out of bed, it had to be done. You slowly sit up and turn around, you almost place your hand on his shoulder but you take a moment to admire his sweet sleeping face. Instead, you gently place your hand on his cheek. Lucifer’s eyes flutter open, he meets your gaze and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning…” He says softly while holding your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek. You wanted to pull away, but his eyes made you want to just crawl back into his arms and go back to sleep.

“G-Good Morning, sir.” You stutter a little, Lucifer’s smile turns into a small smirk, he is amused by how flustered you are. He finally lets go and you try to compose yourself, but it's hard to do so when he looks so cute.

“I’ll go get some coffee, it looks like we slept in.” You finally break the spell he had on you and crawl out of his bed. When you leave, Lucifer immediately misses your presence close to him, having you next to him made a significant difference in his mood and sleep. It was the first time he’d felt the warmth of another person in a long time, and now that he’s had a taste, he wants more.

You head down the hall to your room, when you enter you quickly shut the door, thankful no one saw you. You get dressed in your uniform and head downstairs to the kitchen. While you made coffee, the staff were surprised to see you so late into the morning. You make up a quick excuse, stating you were not feeling well but you’re doing much better now so it's nothing to worry about.

You take two cups of coffee upstairs on a silver tray, and you do your best to mentally shift into work mode, but you can't stop thinking about last night. You return to his room, the king is still in bed, sporting a satisfied look on his face. You hand him his coffee and place the tray on the bedside table. 

“Thank you, my dear.” He says and gestures for you to sit on the bed, so you take your cup from the tray and have a seat.

“I want to apologize.” You start, and he looks at you with a raised brow. “I shouldn't have fallen asleep in your quarters. That was inappropriate of me.”

“I’m gonna stop you there, you do exactly what is asked of you. Everything you do is for my benefit. I could never be upset with you for something like that.” He says with a gentle voice. His gold eyes soften as he realizes you’re being serious.

“Thank you…” You reply, just barely above a whisper. His words made you feel a little better, you only want to do what's best for your king…but sometimes you can get carried away. You would do anything for him, that includes bending the rules.

“Now stop sulking.” He says and crawls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He is seated rather close, you look away trying to hide your red face. He turns your face back towards him using his index finger and thumb. “You’re too pretty to be so sad.”

“Y-You forget yourself, sir.” You stutter, barely keeping it together. You finish your coffee and return the cup to the tray. When you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, Lucifer chuckles at your attempt to remain dignified. He is knocking down walls with the way he speaks to you. Breaking down each professional boundary one at a time. His touch was setting you on fire and you were running out of ways to extinguish it.

You sort through his clothes and pull out a black suit with red and white embellishments. You set it on the corner of the bed like you always do. “I’ll make sure I have your lunch ready for you in your study, sir” You say quickly, with a red blush spread across your face, you take the tray and quickly excuse yourself.

You rush down the hall and back to your room. Your chest heaves and you're out of breath. What in the devil's name happened there?! He looked like he was going to kiss you, his face was so close and he called you pretty! What is this idiot doing? You cover your face with your sleeves and pace back and forth in your room.

You always prided yourself on your composure. You navigate life’s twists and turns with a steady hand and a level head. At first, you brushed off these fluttering feelings as a mere passing fancy. You find yourself in front of a mental crossroads, on one hand, there is the exhilarating rush of new emotions. On the other was fear of rejection, an unconventional relationship, and possible heartbreak. If you ruin what you have with Lucifer, you will end up with nothing. All your years climbing the hierarchy would be null and void.

But what if it was possible? No, it couldn't be, there was just no way. As far as you are aware, you’ve never heard of such a situation that ended well. This can’t possibly be happening, you need some time to sort yourself out. But at some point, you are going to see him again today and you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. You always buried your feelings deep within your heart, locking them away like a precious treasure hidden from prying eyes. You’d like to think you're capable of continuing this facade, but this time you are not so sure.

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Lucifer sighs as you leave the room, your reactions are rather fascinating though. He gets up and takes his clothes to the bathroom to dress himself. Lucifer is well aware of the power dynamic here, and he has a habit of pushing things as far as he can. It comes with the territory of normally having anything he wants. He buttons his vest and looks at himself in the mirror. So what if he had a thing for his advisor? He wonders if he’s just lonely and that’s why he’s acting this way…even if that was true, it wouldn’t explain the relief he feels every time you enter a room. He puts on his coat, straightens his hat, and leaves his room to spend time in his study. 

He opens the door and notices his lunch is sitting on his desk along with some invoices to sign and an overview of yesterday's meeting. This is unusual, you normally bring him his meal and check in on his daily progress at this time. This is cause for concern, indeed. Was Y/N avoiding him? Surely that can't be true, they would never just ignore him like that. He slumps into his chair, wondering if he messed up somehow. 

Did he ruin the years of trust they had built? He still wants her around, he would hate the idea of anyone else taking your place. The more he thought about it the more the pit in his stomach grew. He attempts to eat but can’t put down much food, his nerves are making it difficult to eat. He needs to find you and apologize, he has to make this right somehow. 

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Hours go by and you’ve done your best to avoid Lucifer at all costs, but you can't keep this up forever. You are standing on a large balcony in the dining room wearing your pajamas. The sun has set and the stars are visible in the sky, there is a chill in the air. You let out a defeated sigh, you’re going to have to tell him or forget about your feelings completely. You fear that if you confessed your love, the delicate threads that bind you both together would fray and snap. If you forget and try to move on, how bad is it going to hurt when he finds a new love? It would ache so bad you might have to leave his manor entirely, you knew that if that were to happen, it would shatter Lucifer's heart.

You feel a few drops of rain fall on your skin, and as each minute passes the rain becomes heavier and heavier. You look out into the courtyard, it’s getting late and you should be heading inside but you stand there, tears in your eyes. How could you be so foolish and self-centered? You knew the rules and you chose to defy them, it's your own fault you feel so awful.

Suddenly the rain is no longer hitting you, you don't feel the cold drops on your face anymore. You turn around and Lucifer is standing in the doorway, his large wing covers you, shielding you from the rain.

“Hey…Can we talk?” He says with a soft look of concern on his face. You nod while wiping your face with your sleeves, he motions for you to come back inside. He walks slightly ahead of you, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He opens the door for you and gives you a small half-smile. Lucifer walks over to his desk and pours you both a glass of bourbon. He hands you a glass and you take a seat at the small table next to the window. He sits across from you, you can tell he's a bit anxious because he keeps looking away. You take a sip from your drink, hoping the alcohol will settle your nerves. 

The ambiance of the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight danced upon his face. With a hesitant breath, Lucifer cleared his throat. 

“I need to apologize to you,” Lucifer says with a despairing look on his face. “I’m sure you’ve felt confused and in distress all day.” He takes a sip of his drink while trying to find the right words. “Before I begin, let me just say that I think so highly of you. Y/N, you’ve been there for me during every awful situation I’ve faced and I am so grateful for you.”

He grabs your hand and his expression changes to a more serious one. “I don't want you to leave my side. I couldn’t bear it if I did something to make you leave.”

“Sir, I–” You try to speak but Lucifer interrupts you.

“Y/N. I need you to drop the formalities for ten minutes, please.” He cuts you off and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Is there something going on between us or am I just a lonely, divorced, delusional, man making it all up in my head so I don't feel so shitty about my life?”

You are shocked by his words, you had no idea he felt that way about himself. 

“You’re not delusional, Lucifer.” You answer, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and put them in order. “It's all my fault, really. I guess after all this time I’ve developed some feelings.”

Lucifer’s eyes widen, his face softens and he squeezes your hand and you look back into his eyes with a small smile. “I think I just got carried away, I know nothing can happen between us. It would be unacceptable and irredeemable. I’m the delusional one, to think you could ever love someone like me.” You reply while looking down at your drink, your finger toying with the rim of the glass.

Without a word, without warning, Lucifer leaned over the table and grabbed ahold of your shirt. He pulls you close so that you are face to face, leaning over the table. You could feel his breath on your lips as he said, “Love doesn't adhere to rules or expectations, darling. I will choose to defy every convention, every decree if it means I get to spend the rest of my life devoted to someone I love.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, he slowly closed the gap between you both. His lips softly pressed against yours. Time stopped in that moment, amidst the chaos of entangled emotions. The taste was bittersweet, you’ve only ever dreamed of this. His hand lets go of your shirt and caresses your face. You kiss him back with fervor, a silent confession that speaks volumes. Both of you daring to defy the boundaries of monarchy and courtier.

You lace your fingers with his, he stands up and pulls you out of your seat. You practically fell into his arms, Lucifer held the back of your head, the other arm wrapped around your waist.

Your tears flowed freely as you hid your face in his chest. He holds you tight, offering you silent comfort as you let out quiet sobs. Lucifer strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize…” He says, barely above a whisper. “Just let me take care of you for once, my love.” Before you can protest, Lucifer scoops you up and gently places you on his bed. He climbs in and pulls the covers over you both. He wipes your tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve and smiles at you while you take the time you need to calm down. 

“C’mon, babe say something…You’re killing me.” He says, waiting for you to speak with bated breath.

“I love you…” You say between staggered breaths. Your eyes are locked on his, somehow Lucifer blows through the many walls you’ve put up to prevent this and you are left bare and vulnerable. It is terrifying, being this helplessly in love. Bearing the fragments of your heart to the person who held it entirely.

“I love you too, dummy.” His smile is sweet like saccharine, his voice is smooth like silk. Your lips met his once more while your fingers card through his hair. He kept you as close as possible, and in the hush of the night amidst the whispered confessions, you and your king curled up together and fell asleep once again in each other's arms. No sovereign, demon or angel could pull you two apart even if they tried. 

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x y/n #hazbin hotel x you

[pricesbeltbuckle]

https://www.tumblr.com/honestlyhiswife/738465618711412736

This! This as well!! Please!

I know I'm just spamming your asks now.

Forgive me. 😭😭

"Just a one-night stand? Really?" - Ghost/Price

I’m SOOO happy people are spamming my inbox please don’t apologize and I am actually sorry the other owner of this acc with me is swamped with other irl stuff so I’m trying to get to as many as I can <3 I think you wanted Ghost for this but this also suits Price I think!!

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader/ Price x Gn! Reader MDNI

Warnings: Mentions of one night stand, other than that fluff.

Price:

You woke up with the most horrific pounding headache and the light from the window did not help. And then you took a good look around... This is NOT your room, it was some random guy's room and you scanned it carefully trying to recall what happened the night before but all you remember is getting really wasted.

You checked your phone and saw a text message from your friend asking if you were okay but you didn’t have the energy to respond and apparently not the muscle to either seeing as you were tangled up in this guy's arms. 

You slowly started to try and get up as you slipped out of his arms and walked to put your shoes and jacket on. He started to stir awake and turned to face you.

“We didn’t do anything...Right?” You asked him as You got a good look at his face and Your jaw dropped. He was surely handsome but also seemed like he was older than you.

“Mm well, you did ride me for a while...Otherwise, no nothing else, come back to bed.” He grumbled at you as he opened his arms for you to lay in. “Sir, I don’t even know you-” “You knew me well enough to ride me just come lay down, please. I’ll explain everything later.” He then sat up a little and ended up pulling off your coat as you slipped your shoes off. 

“Oh- okay well I guess it couldn’t hurt I have nowhere to be.” You said softly to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mhm..I don’t want this to just be a one-night thing so we can talk when I fully wake up.” you were shocked to hear that from a man you had just met but you decided not to argue about it and just went back to sleep with him.

Ghost:

You woke up with a slight pain in your legs and a little headache, the room seemingly dark. You checked your phone to see it was 9:12 AM but the room you were in had black curtains so no sun was peeking into the room...Wait…This isn’t your room?

You silently panicked as you turned around to see a broad man's chest in your face and you jumped back a little. “Shit.” You thought to yourself as you tried slipping out of his arms he just clanged tighter as you looked up at him.

“If you’re gonna ask, yes we did have sex. Now stop moving, I'm just trying to cuddle you.” “Sir-?” “We can talk later can’t you just enjoy the moment, cause you seemed to enjoy a whole lot last night..” He interrupted and it shut you up quickly as you looked up to see who the mysterious man telling you this was.

WOW. He looked to have blonde hair and scars on his face with a little face stubble. He was handsome and oddly had a comforting look on his face for a man You had randomly hooked up with. You tried to move up more but your legs were so sore you winced in a bit of pain.

“Ow..” “Hm? Oh. Here let me massage your legs.” He slowly raised you up so he could reach your legs as his calloused hands massaged your soft and tender skin. You felt a lot better no doubt.

“We’re definitely not keeping this as a one-night stand, you’re far beyond too pretty for me to try and let go of.” “I- okay I don’t know what to say, what's even your name-?” “Shh, just let me take care of you, it’s Simon. We’ll talk later.”

AHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS!! Def gonna try and write some more as I'm also in a different state right now but I'm not too busy so I could probably write a lot more, please send in any requests <3!!

#cod x reader #john price x reader #smut prompts #cod smut #cod mw2 #captain price #cod #call of duty #mw2 #john price #price #price x reader #price cod #price mw2 #modern warfare 2 #mw3 #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #x reader #gn reader #gn y/n #gn s/o #fluff #smut #imagine

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shift comes to an end and you heave a sigh of relief as you leave the hotel. You’re tired and slightly irritated. That guest Thor mentioned wasn’t friendly when you dropped of fresh towels. Not even a thank you.

Oh well, you’re free now. To do… absolutely nothing. Your agitation grows. Usually you’d call up Greta and waste time together but you’re not doing that anymore.

So what do you do? Go home and sew? Watch some soap operas with your mom? Maybe you could go for a nice walk…

Sure. Your feet are sore from your shift, you wouldn’t make it very far. You huff and roll your eyes. You’ll just hang out in your room or whatever. It’s par for the course in Hammer Ford.

You come to the bottom of Thunder Lane and turn onto one of the longer country roads. Your parents’ house isn’t terribly far, not when the weather is nice. You grip the strap of your slouch bag and yawn. A nap is tempting but with you’re luck, you’ll oversleep and end up awake all night.

The noise of an engine and mulching tires approaches. You don’t look back as you sidle over on the apron. There’s more than enough room for them to pass, you always make sure of that. Yet, you notice how the vehicle slows and the bumper pokes out just along your peripheral. As you walk on, the car keeps a snailish pace with you.

You glance over and withhold a cringe. Just what you need. The sheriff rolls down his window as he taps on the gas. He hooks his elbow through the door as he keeps his other hand on the wheel.

“Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” He drawls.

“No thanks, sheriff,” you turn your head straight and pick up your pace.

“You ain’t live far, I can drop ya off no problem.”

“Like you said, it’s not too far,” you agree, adjusting your grip on your bag.

He snickers as the gravel grits beneath the tracks of his tires, “I see,” he keeps his slow crawl, “you one of those ladies who don’t need no man, huh?”

“I… guess,” you shrug, keeping your eyes ahead of you.

“How’s that? Don’t you live with your daddy?”

You wince. That’s a low blow, even if it is true.

“Sure do,” you answer dully.

“I’m not sayin’ it to embarrass you, I’m just wonderin’,” he coaxes, “don’t mean nothing at all.”

“Thank you, sheriff.”

“You gonna look at me, huh?”

You peek over again. You don’t say a word as you keep walking. He watches you as you watch him. His gaze makes your blood run cold.

“Come on, get in,” he says.

You frown, “I said, I’m fine.”

“You sure are stubborn,” he clucks, “I thought an old man like yours would teach ya some respect.”

You face the horizon again, keeping one foot in front of the other, “I haven’t been disrespectful, sir.”

He huffs and doesn’t respond. You press on as he pulls ahead. You watch him drive off, picking up speed as he rolls away. You exhale and bite your cheek. That was weird.

You watch him stop just down the way and reverse. He veers his back bumper around and swerves back to face you. He must’ve got a call. You don’t think too much of it. He slams on the gas, revving back in your direction.

He gets closer and closer. You expect him to drive past but you realise, he isn’t following the lines. He’s driving right at you!

You stagger and jump to the side. You hurdle yourself off the apron across the ditch and hit the grass on your knees. Your bag swings up over your shoulder and weighs you down. You twist onto your ass and pant at him as he stops just short of the divet in the ground.

He laughs through the open window as he flicks his lights on and his siren whoops, sending your heart to lurch again. You scramble back on your hands and stand up shakily. He backs up again and steers the car straight.

“Better be careful on the backroads,” he idles just across the ditch from you, “lotta careless drivers around here.”

You gape at him. He didn’t just try to kill you. He wouldn’t. He’s the sheriff. And for what? Because you didn’t want to go with him and Greta? Or because you didn’t want a ride?

“See ya round, darlin’,” he taunts and spins the wheel, speeding off in the other direction. His tires kick up rocks and send a cloud of dust into the air behind him.

You reach down to wipe off your pants and try to shake off the adrenaline. You still can’t believe what just happened. It just doesn’t make sense.

You sniff and look around. It’s just you, out in the middle of nowhere. He did all that but he could have done more. You’re lucky he didn’t.

You stay on the far side of the ditch, edging close to the trees as you set back towards home. You’ll cut through the forest, just to be sure. You’d almost rather face a black bear than chance another run-in with the sheriff.

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #drabble #series #backwoods au #second best #au #the devil all the time

[tigertales9]

Hard Reset VI

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic mostly covers the bye week secret wedding with a little before and after.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 16, 2023 - Tuesday, Oct. 17, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio + the lakehouse

A/N: This is the sixth fic in the Hard Reset series.

This secret wedding/honeymoon fic has gotten totally out of hand, y'all! I've spent about 4 hours today trying to edit it, and instead I keep adding to it. It's like a runaway train that I'm no longer in control of! It's so long now that I might post it in 3 parts. I'm dropping this first part tonight which covers the secret wedding and a little more. The next chapter(s) will cover the rest of the honeymoon.

~ ~ Remember I posted a sneak peek of this fic, so if the first bit looks familiar, that's why. ~ ~

I'm also including a pic link from the Seahawks game to give a mental image of what Joe looked like during the bye week. Be sure to click the pic to zoom in.

Sexy Scruff

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Monday, 10/16/23 (the morning after the week 6 win against the Seahawks)

You moan at the feel of gentle pressure against your clit, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of Joe's husky voice in your ear.

"You awake?"

"I am now," you whisper, biting your lip as he continues to rub your sensitive bud while pressing wet kisses against your neck.

"I woke up thinking about last night and it made me horny," he admits as he continues to tease you.

"Mmmm," you hum, your mind rewinding to last night …

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He'd made liberal use of the whipped cream, frosting your nipples with the sweet whip several times then licking and sucking it off while you squirmed underneath him; he finally made his way down your body, taking his time to frost your belly button and inner thighs, leaving love bites in sensitive places as you buried a hand in his hair and begged for more. You remember the look on his face when he tossed the can of cream aside, his eyes icy-hot with arousal. "I'm not gonna put any whipped cream here," he moaned, lapping at your wet folds, "because you already taste perfect."

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The feel of one long finger sliding inside your slick heat brings you back to the present. "Last night was really hot," you sigh, a shiver running through you as he sucks a nipple while slowly pumping his finger in and out. "I'm still kinda sticky since I crashed before taking a shower," you mutter.

"Let me make you stickier then we can shower together," he coaxes, crawling on top of you and giving you a dirty grin when your thighs instinctively spread wide to accommodate his big body. "Okay?" he asks, pressing the tip of his erection against your entrance, holding still until you answer.

"Yes, sir," you breathe, arching up when he slides his shaft inside you and immediately starts thrusting, slow at first and then faster. You dig your fingers into his plump ass, a thrill running through you at the feel of his muscles tensing and reloading as he drives his hips forward again and again, still holding back a little until you're ready to take all of him. A delicious coil of tension builds in your core at the noise he makes low in his throat when you beg him to fuck you hard.

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An hour and a half later -- after a couple of orgasms, a shared shower and a quick breakfast -- Joe slides the last dish in the dishwasher and wraps his hands around your waist as you place a jar of raspberry jam in the fridge. He drops a kiss on your lips as you pivot and look up at him. "I'll be home by noon," he promises. "Then we can finish packing for the lake."

"I'm already packed," you chuckle. "We're going for three nights not three weeks."

"Well, I still have a few things to pack," he states. "This whole thing was my idea and I just wanna make sure I get it right."

You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips. "They have pretty much everything we need already there," you soothe, ruffling a hand through his hair while giving him a warm smile. "Clothes, toiletries and groceries are the main things we need to take, and we'll buy most of the groceries once we get there."

He returns your smile as he takes a deep breath. "Are you excited we're getting married tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am. What about you?"

"Yeah." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on your lips, holding eye contact as he leans back. "I can't wait. It feels like we've been heading for this since I first laid eyes on you."

"I agree."

He narrows his eyes at you playfully. "When you first laid eyes on me, you thought I was a typical fuck boy and wanted nothing to do with me."

"But you were very persistent," you grin, "and once I got to know you, I fell for you hard and fast." You bite your lip and break eye contact, looking at his chest as you continue. "I knew you had the ability to break my heart into a million pieces, and it scared the hell out of me, that's why I was reluctant to go out with you."

He places a finger under your chin and gently tilts your head up until you make eye contact with him again. "I felt the same way about you, and the truth is I'm still scared when I let myself dwell on it." He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing a rogue curl to pop loose from his slicked back hair and dangle against his forehead. "This secret wedding is a way to quiet the voices in my head."

"What are the voices saying?"

"That you're gonna leave me for some dude with a boring job."

"I thought we put that issue to bed," you scold playfully. "I'm not gonna leave," you continue. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He takes a deep breath while he studies your face, his expression going from serious to playful. "Good." He leans down and gives you one more kiss before turning to head for the door. "I'll see you around noon," he says, giving you a wink before disappearing out the door.

You shake your head as the door closes behind him, a little perplexed, as usual, at his two very different demeanors -- super confident pro athlete who occasionally shows a major lack of confidence in his relationship with you.

"Life with him is never boring," you muse to yourself, shifting mental gears as you think about everything you need to get done today.

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Several hours later -- after handling a final work issue before vacation -- you're finishing up a few errands, walking around a liquor store when your phone rings.

"Hey babe," you answer.

"Hey, where are you?" Joe asks.

"The liquor store. I'm getting some spiced rum to go in the apple cider we'll be buying at the farmers market fall fest."

"I'm starting to think you're looking forward to the fall fest more than the secret wedding," he chuckles.

"I'm looking forward to both," you admit, laughing along with him. "Where are you?"

"Home."

You check your watch, surprised to find it's almost 2:00. "Dang, I lost track of time."

"No problem, I didn't get home until about twenty minutes ago."

"How's the calf?"

"Good. Imaging was clean."

"Yay!"

"For real. Plus everyone was surprised that the swelling is so minimal." He gives a dirty chuckle before continuing. "I told 'em it must've been all that whipped cream I licked off of you last night."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," he chortles. "I didn't say that, but I do think it helped."

"How would licking whipped cream off of me help with the swelling in your calf?"

"Because all of the swelling that would've been happening in my calf was happening in my dick instead. Get it?"

"You're demented."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you snort. "Listen, I'll be home as soon as I find the spiced rum."

"We still having pizza?"

"Yes," you answer, "and then you're gonna play video games with the guys."

"Are you sure? I thought I might skip this week since we have so much going on."

"You planned this whole secret wedding and honeymoon; you deserve a break. Plus, I still need to try on a few things and decide what I'm wearing tomorrow for the ceremony."

"You'll be gorgeous in whatever you wear." His voice drops an octave as he continues. "Maybe I can watch you try on dresses instead of playing video games?"

"No sex tonight, daddy," you tease, giggling when he groans. "We decided to abstain tonight, remember? So tomorrow night will be even more intense."

"Yes, ma'am, I remember," he sighs. "Just don't complain tomorrow when I try to get you in bed super early."

"When have I ever complained about that?" you ask.

"Never," he admits.

"And I'm not about to start now," you soothe, ending the call when you finally find the spiced rum.

~ ~ ~

About thirty minutes later, you park your car in the garage, grab a couple bags of groceries plus the spiced rum and head in the house, dropping everything on the kitchen island before calling out for Joe. "Babe? Where you at? Did you order the pizza?"

You get no response but hear muted noises coming from the laundry room so head in that direction. "Babe?" you call again, walking into the laundry room just in time to see Joe frantically pulling some teal blue sheets out of the dryer and cramming them into a duffle bag. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Are those new sheets?"

"Yeah," he says sheepishly. "I … ummm … I was packing them for the trip."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't they have sheets at the Airbnb?"

"I mean … yeah … but …"

His deer-in-the-headlights look makes you narrow your eyes at him before he speaks up again.

"Listen," he says, running a hand through his hair before locking eyes with you. "We'll be sleeping on these sheets for the first time as husband and wife, and I want to keep them, okay?"

"Awww!" You smile at him and step closer. "That's so romantic and sentimental," you whisper, smiling even bigger when his cheeks turn bright red. His 'aw shucks' demeanor and blushing cheeks framed by sexy scruff make you want to climb him like a tree; he raises an eyebrow as you bite your bottom lip, easily reading your mind, as usual. You rise up on your tiptoes just as he wraps his hands around your waist, your mouths meeting in a kiss that starts slow but quickly heats up. His hands slide down to squeeze your leggings-clad butt just as the doorbell rings.

"Crap," he mutters against your slick lips. "That's the pizza."

"Good timing," you state, pressing another kiss on his lips before stepping back.

"You think getting cockblocked by pizza delivery is good timing?"

"Today it is since we're supposed to be abstaining from sex until tomorrow night."

He gives you a playful grimace. "That's gonna be tough since I can't be around you without wanting to fuck you stupid."

"Romantic, sentimental and horny," you giggle, shaking your head as you hurry to answer the door.

"That's a good combo though, right?" he calls after you.

"The best!" you answer, throwing him a wink over your shoulder just before you round the corner.

~ ~ ~

A couple hours later -- after eating some pizza, watching a little TV together, and shooing Joe off to play video games with his friends -- you're upstairs in your walk-in closet, trying on the first of three dresses to decide which one to wear for the secret ceremony. All of your possible choices are different shades of white and not super formal; no need for formality since the ceremony is taking place just down the hall in Joe's office with a county court judge leading y'all through bare minimum vows.

When you shimmy into dress number three, you know its the one -- a fitted, creamy-white halter dress that hits a few inches above your knees and shows a hint of cleavage and more than a hint of bare shoulders and back. You smile at your reflection in the full-length mirror as you step into a pair of nude stilettos. "Perfect," you whisper, stepping out of the shoes and hanging the dress back up before pulling on one of Joe's old-ass graphic tees.

You head downstairs to pour a glass of wine, peeking in Joe's office on your way back to the master bedroom. He's talking mad shit while pounding on his video game controller. He loves those guys like brothers, you think to yourself. Lots of folks seem amazed that he's still super close with his high school and college friends, but that's just who he is. Fame and fortune have made him more guarded and private, but on a fundamental level, he's still the same exact guy he always was.

"A damn good guy," you whisper under your breath, watching him for another minute before heading down the hallway to the bedroom. You crawl into bed and get comfortable, opening your laptop to prepare to video chat with your bestie.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/17/23

The next morning -- after a good night's sleep and a leisurely breakfast together -- y'all go your separate ways to prepare for the day. Joe takes the clothes he's wearing for the ceremony and his toiletries downstairs to a guest bathroom, insisting on not seeing you in your dress before the ceremony.

You smile as you think back to your conversation at breakfast.

~ ~

"Just get ready except for putting on your dress, okay?" he asked, biting into a piece of fried ham. "Then holler at me 'cause I have some jewelry I want to give you."

"So I shouldn't be wearing any jewelry?"

"Just your engagement ring."

~ ~

You take a deep breath as your mind snaps back to the present; you stare at your nude reflection in the bathroom mirror, satisfied that your usual routine of washing, conditioning, shaving, exfoliating, moisturizing, etc. has left you supple and sweet smelling. A fresh coochie wax and mani/pedi round out the grooming basics you regularly subject yourself to.

"Must be nice to be a man," you chuckle to yourself, thinking back again on your breakfast convo when Joe asked you if he should shave his scruff for the ceremony.

~ ~

"No!" you protested, both of you laughing at your aggressive tone as you continued. "I want to enjoy some honeymoon scruff action."

"Can't argue with that," he purred, giving you a filthy wink.

~ ~

"Can't wait for that," you whisper, smiling at your reflection as you slip into a creamy-white silk shorty robe.

Forty minutes later -- after applying some makeup and styling your hair in a simple french twist -- you open the bathroom door to holler for Joe, a big grin gracing your face when you find him sitting on the bed waiting for you. "Hope you haven't been waiting long," you state, beckoning him into the bathroom.

"Nope," he blurts, looking more than a little nervous as he hops up and walks toward you. "It didn't take me very long to set up the cameras in my office, and I'm too nervous to concentrate on anything else." He gives you a smile that more closely resembles a grimace. "This is not what I'm wearing, by the way," he continues, gesturing at his t-shirt and sweatpants. "I'm just waiting until the last minute to get dressed so I don't end up looking like a wrinkled mess."

"I know what you're wearing," you chuckle, pulling him into a hug, careful not to crush the black velvet box he's holding. "I helped pick it out, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckles along with you, leaning into the hug for several heartbeats before stepping back.

"I'm nervous, too," you soothe, studying his face to try and read his mood. "Are you getting cold feet?"

"What? God no!" he scoffs. "My feet have never been hotter!" You giggle at his dramatic delivery as he continues. "Seriously … I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life."

You raise an eyebrow. "More than a Super Bowl win?"

"I said what I said," he states. "More than anything including a Super Bowl win."

"Damn, you're down bad," you tease.

"You just now figuring that out?"

"No, sir. The good news is I'm down just as bad."

"No way," he grins. "I'm def down badder." You playfully roll your eyes as he lifts a hand to touch one of the tendrils of hair framing your face. "You look beautiful," he whispers.

"Thank you. So do you."

He gives you a skeptical look before taking a deep breath. "Let me compose myself for a sec." He takes another deep breath before continuing. "So … since we're waiting until our official ceremony to exchange wedding rings, I wanted to get you something to commemorate today." He holds the black velvet box out to you. "I hope you like it."

You take the box from him and open it, your breath catching at the matching necklace and earrings, dazzling diamond solitaires the same cut as your engagement ring. "Oh my gosh, Joe," you whisper, your gaze shifting between the lavish jewelry and his beautiful smiling face. "They're exquisite," you sigh, blinking back happy tears. "Thank you so much, babe, I love them." You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss against his lips. "Help me put the necklace on," you ask excitedly.

"Check that little pocket under the lid first," he orders.

You tilt the box a bit so you can see what he's talking about. "What's in here?" you ask, reaching into the pocket that you didn't even notice while ogling the jewelry. "A mini magnifying glass," you murmur as you pull it out, giving Joe a quizzical look. "What's this for?" you giggle, holding it up to one eye while grinning. "I certainly don't need it to see these gorgeous diamonds."

He returns your smile before pointing at the necklace. "See that tiny tag just beside the clasp?"

"Yeah."

"There's something engraved on there that you can only see with a magnifying glass."

"Really?" your smile gets even bigger as you lean in and read the inscription; it's each of your initials -- with your last initial changed to 'B' -- plus today's date. "Oh my gosh, I love it!" you enthuse. "It's romantic, sentimental and also super shiesty."

"Exactly," he chuckles, taking the box and magnifying glass from you and setting them on the marble countertop. "Let's see how it looks on you," he states, gently lifting the necklace from its velvet nest before stepping behind you; you watch in the mirror as he drapes it on your neck and quickly secures it, pressing a kiss against the tiny tag nestled against the nape of your neck.

"It's gorgeous," you whisper as you look at it in the mirror.

"You're gorgeous," he states, dropping another lingering kiss on your neck.

"I've got something for you, too," you murmur, pulling a drawer on your vanity open to grab a small black velvet bag you stashed there earlier; you hand it to him with a sheepish smile. "Not as expensive as what you got me, but I hope you like it."

He loosens the drawstring and pulls out a narrow black wristband, tilting it to read the inscription stamped in white on the inside; it's the exact same as the one he chose for your necklace -- both of your initials plus the date. "I love that we're always on the same wavelength," he states, the look in his eyes causing a sizzle of heat to race down your spine as he slides the band onto a wrist, moving it around until it nestles right where he wants it among his other bands. "I love it, and I love you," he continues, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you whisper. "I can't believe I'm about to be your wife."

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Because I'm ridiculously happy, and I hope you are too."

"I'm so happy I can hardly stand it," you smile, framing his face with your hands, his scruff soft against your skin as you pull him down for another kiss; he leans into it for several heartbeats before reluctantly pulling back.

"I better go," he sighs before heading for the door. "Don't forget your earrings," he reminds you, giving you one last look before disappearing.

Thirty minutes later you're standing in Joe's office, waiting anxiously for the ceremony to begin. You eventually hear the doorbell ring and take a deep, calming breath as you hear voices and footsteps headed up the stairs.

The judge -- a woman in her mid-fifties with a tidy bob haircut and a friendly smile -- breezes into the office just ahead of Joe, holding a hand out when she sees you.

"You must be Y/n," she says. "I'm Judge Sheila."

"Nice to meet you," you state, shaking her hand.

"You too." She drops her briefcase on Joe's desk. "You kids are pulling a fast one on everybody, huh?" she asks, her eyes twinkling as she looks back and forth between you.

"Yes, ma'am," you laugh. "Our actual wedding will happen this off-season."

"Well, your secret is safe with me," she promises, opening her briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. "I need y'all to sign this marriage license, and I'll act as a witness."

You feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as he takes in your fitted halter dress and nude stiletto heels; his eyes linger on the substantial diamond studs twinkling in your earlobes and the solitaire necklace sitting pretty just above a tasteful hint of cleavage. "You look amazing," he whispers as he brushes by you and walks to his desk.

"You too," you murmur, your gaze raking over his tall frame adorned in charcoal gray dress slacks and a fitted blue-gray button-down dress shirt, the color making his eyes shift like a chameleon depending on how the light hits him.

You watch as he pulls a matte platinum pen that you've never seen before out of the top desk drawer and hands it to you; you inhale subtle deep breaths to calm your nerves as you sign the legal document, taking a second to inspect the pen after signing your name, noticing it has the same inscription as your necklace and his wristband engraved on it. You give Joe a look as he takes the pen from you and leans down to sign his name. Romantic and sentimental, you muse to yourself.

"Where should I stand?" Judge Sheila asks, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve of her black jacket. "I know y'all are videoing so just tell me where you want me."

"Why don't you stand behind the desk and we'll stand in front of it," Joe directs. "We have three cameras recording," he continues, pointing at a couple of bookcases and a trophy shelf where the cameras are located.

"Got all the angles covered," she states with approval as she positions herself behind the desk; she waits for you and Joe to take your places before getting down to business.

"Joe and Y/n, as I guide you in exchanging your vows today, you will each declare your intentions for a lasting partnership in love and marriage. Are you prepared to do this?"

"Yes!" you answer simultaneously, giggling a bit and exchanging smiles before returning your attention to the judge.

She smiles at your beaming faces before speaking again. "Turn and face one another and join hands."

She waits a few seconds for y'all to do her bidding before proceeding.

"Joe, do you take Y/n to be your wife, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love her, honor her, comfort her, cherish her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Joe squeezes your hands gently and blinks several times to hold back tears as the judge speaks up again.

"Y/n, do you take Joe to be your husband, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love him, honor him, comfort him, cherish him, and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," you answer, chill bumps running the length of your arms at the look on Joe's face. I'll never forget that look, you think to yourself as the judge continues.

"By the authority granted to me by the State of Ohio, it is my privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride."

He leans down and captures your lips, placing his hands on your waist for a few seconds before slowly sliding one hand upward, resting it on your bare back for several heartbeats before continuing up to cup the nape of your neck; you grip his shoulders and lean into him as he changes the angle of his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his thumb caressing your neck as his tongue tangles with yours.

After what seems like too long and not nearly long enough, he breaks the intense kiss and rests his forehead against yours as y'all try to regain composure.

"Hooo-wee! That kiss was a doozy!" the judge chortles.

"Sorry, your honor," Joe mumbles, making a sheepish face. "I got a little carried away."

"No need to apologize," she grins. "Your emotions are red-lining I would imagine."

"Pretty much, yeah," he admits, squeezing your hand and smiling at you as the judge whisks the signed marriage license into her briefcase.

"Allow me to be the first person to congratulate you on your marriage," she states. "I know y'all are videoing, but would you like me to take a few pics of you before I leave?"

"Thank you, that would be great," you answer, grabbing your phone and handing it to her while you pose with Joe. She snaps several pics, suggesting a few different poses and smiling after each shot.

"I think I missed my calling," she jokes as she hands your phone back. "If this whole judge thing craps out, I just might become a wedding photographer."

You laugh along with her as she grabs her briefcase and heads for the door. "I'll leave you two alone so y'all can deal with those big emotions." She gives you a cheeky wink and exits the room with the same brisk stride she entered with, Joe right behind her as he sees her out.

You take a couple of deep breaths and roll your shoulders to relieve some tension, smiling at Joe when he returns a few minutes later; he heads straight for you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Mrs. Burrow, have I ever told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" he whispers against your ear.

"Several times, but I never get tired of hearing it." You lean back and frame his face with your hands. "And you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"Don't lie," he snorts, his expression letting you know he's kidding but also looking for a little validation.

"I'm not lying!" you argue playfully. "Hook me up to a lie detector and I'll prove it!"

"Okay, I got one right here," he teases, reaching for his zipper as you both bust out laughing.

Once you finally compose yourselves, he speaks up. "Were you nervous as hell? 'Cause I was so nervous and giddy I thought I was gonna pass out for a sec."

"Me too," you agree. "I literally couldn't feel my face during the vows."

"Now imagine saying our personalized vows in front of a huge crowd of people."

You laugh at his grimace. "We have several more months before we have to worry about that." You walk behind the desk and open the top drawer, pulling the engraved pen out. "Romantic and sentimental," you tease, wagging it at him.

"Don't forget horny," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of that," he continues, walking up behind you and pressing his crotch against your butt; he places his hands on the desk on either side of you, trapping you in his embrace. "I need you to do something for me, okay?" he purrs, the husky tone of his voice causing your core to react.

"Okay," you whisper. "What do you need?"

He drops a kiss on the nape of your neck before nestling his mouth against your ear. "See … I have this whole romantic, sentimental night planned for us at the lakehouse -- something I've been planning for a long time -- but I have a dilemma."

"What's the dilemma?" you ask, your breath catching in your throat when he grinds his erection against you.

"That's the dilemma," he groans. "I need you to tell me it's a bad idea to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless."

"Wh … why is it a bad idea?" you stammer.

"Because I want to make love to you for the first time as husband and wife in that big bed under that huge skylight."

"That will be amazing and very romantic."

"Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it forever," he admits. "But I also want to shove this pretty little dress up to your waist, slide your panties off and bury my tongue inside you right fucking now."

You whimper at the mental image as a gush of liquid heat floods your core.

"I need you to talk me down," he urges, sinking his teeth in your shoulder hard enough to sting then licking gently to soothe it.

"I … what? … Shit, I can't think straight." You take a deep breath and try to organize your thoughts. He's been planning this romantic wedding night for ages, you think to yourself. He even made a secret trip to move that bed and bought, washed and packed a set of damn sheets, so you need to push your horniness aside and make the right choice here. "Okay, listen," you state, taking another deep breath before continuing. "I would love for you to bend me over this desk right now, but we've done that several times before and will do that several times in the future, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You pivot in his embrace until you're facing him. "But we only get one chance to do the romantic thing you've been planning for ages -- which sounds freaking amazing -- so I think we should simmer down, take a cold shower and go do the damn thing."

He takes in your smile and swallows hard, heaving a deep sigh before returning your smile. "That's definitely the right choice," he agrees.

"Plus we can always recreate this exact scene when we get back from the lake." His eyebrows creep upward as you continue. "I'll put on this same outfit, same hair and makeup, and you can do the same minus the makeup."

"See, I knew you'd come up with the perfect solution," he states. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because most of your blood supply is in the wrong head right now to be doing deep thinking," you giggle.

"For real. I'm seriously taking a cold shower," he grumps.

"Me too, but def not together."

"Are you gonna rub one out?"

"No, I'll wait. What about you?"

"I'll wait. But I might bust in like thirty seconds when we finally get down to it."

"We've got all night, so that won't be a problem," you soothe.

"We've got the rest of our lives," he states with a wink.

"You're getting more romantic by the minute," you gush, "and I absolutely love it." You press a quick kiss on his lips before heading for the door. "Let's hurry up and get showered and changed; I'm ready to get started on that whole 'rest of our lives' thing."

You're halfway out the door when a thought hits you. "Oops!" you chirp, spinning back around and giving Joe a grin. "I guess we got all of that on video," you whisper, laughing when his eyes go wide. "You can just edit it out, right?" you ask.

"I'll edit it if we ever decide to show anybody, but I'll def keep the uncut vids for us," he grins, heading to turn off the cameras while you head to take a quick shower and change clothes.

~ ~ ~

About halfway into your drive to the lake, another thought hits you. "Oh my God, I just remembered something. When you called the judge 'your honor' after our kiss, "WAP" immediately started playing in my filthy mind." You clear your throat dramatically before launching into a few lyrics. "Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes …"

Joe chuckles along with you as your voice trails off. "It's only fitting since we're gonna reenact that song for the next several days," he teases. "At least the wet ass pussy part," he clarifies.

"No handcuffs and leashes?" you faux grumble.

"I forgot to pack 'em," he plays along, sliding his sunglasses down his nose a few inches before turning his head to give you a look over the top of the frames. "But we can improvise," he purrs. "You know I'm down for whatever."

"Better keep your eyes on the road, horndog," you giggle, a thrill running through you when he returns his attention to the road while squeezing your thigh. "Anyway," you continue. "I'm gonna cue up something for us to sing together. What sounds good?"

"How 'bout some Kid Cudi?"

"You got it," you agree, cranking the volume as the first notes sound, smiling as your combined voices -- out of tune but full of joy -- mingle as y'all cruise down the highway toward your destination.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later, y'all finally pull into the long, winding driveway of the lakehouse, each of you still singing the praises of the food you just ate at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"That trout was delicious, and they have like ten other things on the menu I wanna try," Joe gushes. "Can't wait to go back."

"Everything was delicious," you agree, smiling at him as he parks the car in front of the tall, modern, perfectly awesome house.

"I'll pull into the garage later," he states, hopping out and grabbing a small cooler and tote bag from the back seat. "Right now we need to hurry to the back deck to catch the sunset."

You follow him up a winding path to the side of the house, watching as he inputs a security code into a gate before ushering you through it into a vast backyard. You walk up some stairs to a large elevated deck, admiring the expansive lawn that gives way to a beautiful, open water lake view. "It's just stunning," you breathe, "and so private. There are no other houses really close which is awesome." You turn to look at the house, your eyes going wide as you take in the outdoor furniture. "Wasn't there different outdoor furniture in the Airbnb pics?" you ask, checking out a loveseat that's situated in front of a coffee table with a built-in fire pit, both items looking brand new and more than a little familiar.

"Yeah," Joe shrugs as he sets the cooler and tote bag down on the coffee table. "The homeowner, Mr. Thompson, said he'd be replacing the old stuff since it was kind of beat."

"It didn't look beat in the pics," you murmur, raising an eyebrow as you turn your head to check out the dining table with six chairs. "Isn't this the same outdoor furniture we have at home?"

"Yep, Mr. Thompson asked me for a recommendation," Joe explains. "Him and his wife recently retired and are living in Florida full time now, and they didn't want to spend a lot of time trying to pick something out." He gives you a smile as he continues. "It looks good out here, don't you think?"

"It looks great," you agree, returning his smile. "You have impeccable taste."

He laughs at your cheeky tone. "You have the impeccable taste since you picked it all out to begin with. I just did a copy and paste."

"You wanna light the fire pit?" you ask.

"Let's do that tomorrow, okay? I wanna do the sunset champagne toast then I have a surprise to show you inside."

You turn and look at the house again, noticing that all of the blinds are drawn on the row of large windows overlooking the deck. "A surprise, huh?" you muse, your mind spinning at the possibilities until it settles on one. "Joseph Lee, there better not be a bunch of people in there waiting to yell 'surprise' at me."

He laughs as he pulls two champagne flutes out of the tote bag and a bottle of champagne out of the cooler; he easily pops the cork, pouring two glasses while shaking his head. "You really think my anti-social ass invited a bunch of folks to our private getaway?"

"I mean … no … but …"

"Nobody's in the house," he assures you, handing you a glass of bubbly before holding his glass up to propose a toast. "To my beautiful wife. I'm so happy I get to do life with you."

You feel your throat tighten with emotion as you clink your glass against his and take a sip of champagne. You give him a smile and hold your glass up. "To my beautiful husband. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

He clinks his glass against yours and you both take a sip before he gives you a quizzical look. "Hold up," he mutters. "Happiest woman on which planet?"

"This one," you laugh.

"Okay, just checking." He laughs with you for a bit before continuing. "I mean, if you were talking about Mars or something that kind of changes things."

"We're not on Mars, goober," you grin.

"True," he concedes, turning his head to look at the lake before recapturing your gaze. "This is way better than Mars."

"For sure."

He holds his glass up for another toast. "To making memories here for years to come."

You clink your glass against his and take a sip. "Are we gonna get a standing reservation here?" you ask excitedly, your eyes taking in the multi-colored sunset as it reflects off the lake. "I'd love to come several times a year since it's so close to home. I mean, an hour and a half drive is nothing, and it feels like a totally different world from the city." He gives you an enigmatic smile as you continue. "I know you're busy so I'll be happy to make the reservations."

"This house is no longer on the Airbnb market," he sighs. "It recently sold to a different owner."

"Oh damn," you grumble. "I didn't know it was for sale. Well, I'm not surprised somebody snapped it up because it's amazing. We'll just enjoy it while we can."

He sets his glass on the table and reaches into the tote bag, pulling a file folder out while giving you a wink. "It actually wasn't for sale," he states as he slides some papers out and hands them to you.

"What's this?" you ask, your eyes scanning the formal document.

"A deed," he answers, pointing at a certain line on the page.

You read his name and your name followed by a somewhat familiar address. Then you read it again, a little slower, before locking eyes with him. "You bought this lakehouse?"

"We bought this lakehouse," he grins. "Made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Are you serious?" you whisper.

"Yep. I know how much you love your parent's lakehouse, and I love it too. We've had some great times there, so I thought it'd be nice to have our own lakehouse we can come to whenever we want."

You smile like a lovesick fool, trying to suppress happy tears as he continues.

"Every pic and vid I've seen of you at your parent's place -- starting when you were about five years old -- you have the biggest smile on your face, kinda like right now." He matches your smile before speaking again. "We can come here as often as you want, and one of these days we'll bring our kids here and create those same amazing memories for them that you have from your childhood."

Your emotions are so big you literally can't speak, happy tears freely rolling down your cheeks. He takes the deed and your glass and sets them on the table, wiping your tears before pulling you close; he leans down and nestles his mouth against your ear as he continues. "I was looking forward to experiencing a lot of firsts here tonight as husband and wife -- first champagne toast, first sunset, first time we make love, but first time I make you cry wasn't on the list."

"They're happy tears," you wheeze against his broad chest. "Sorry, I can't help it."

"I'm teasing," he soothes, leaning back and looking down at you with a look on his face you'll never forget. "I'm just glad you're happy."

"If I was any happier, I'd spontaneously combust." You give an inelegant sniff as you continue. "I mean, it's absolutely amazing to me that such a hardass pro athlete is also romantic as hell. Like seriously romantic. This whole day has been like a dream."

He blushes so hard even his ears turn red. "It's your fault," he mumbles. "There's something about you that makes me act like this."

"I'm not complaining, babe," you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss. "I love it," you breathe against his lips. "Wouldn't change it for anything."

"I'm glad you love it," he mutters, deepening the kiss for a bit before pulling back. "But if you ever tell anybody I'm a raging romantic, I'll deny it to hell and back."

"All of your secrets are safe with me."

"Oh yeah?" he gives you a wicked grin. "What if I have some deep, dark secret that you don't know about yet?"

"Like what?"

He furrows his brow as he thinks about the question. "Like … what if I told you I'm a serial killer?"

You don't miss a beat. "Well, good thing we're married because we have spousal immunity. I can't be forced to testify against you."

He snort-laughs before taking in your serious demeanor. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah."

"If you knew I was a serial killer, you wouldn't testify against me?"

You shrug. "I mean, if you got arrested I assume they'd have enough evidence to put you away without any testimony from me. We've watched enough Forensic Files to know you can't get away with shit these days."

"Would you visit me in prison?" he asks, giving you a naughty grin. "Maybe give me some conjugal visits?"

"Yeah." You grin back at him, getting into the idea. "I mean you do look amazing in orange."

He throws his head back, his laughter loud in the stillness of the gathering dusk. "Thank you. Now I have a new idea for role-playing," he teases.

"Prison guard and the hot inmate?"

"I was thinking a hot psychologist trying to understand what makes a serial killer tick." His expression goes from playful to suggestive as he gives you a slow once-over before continuing. "You can wear that black pinstripe suit -- the one with the pencil skirt -- and some fuck-me pumps."

"Because of course a woman with a PhD in forensic psychology would wear fuck-me pumps to interview a serial killer."

"Of course," he grins "and definitely no panties."

"You've been watching too much porn," you giggle.

"I don't need porn when I have a smoking hot wife and a dirty mind."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you tease, a thrill running through you at the way "wife" easily rolled off his tongue. "Where can we get you an orange jumpsuit?"

He shrugs. "I can wear an orange sweatshirt and sweatpants."

"And no panties."

"Definitely no panties," he laughs. "Do you still have those fake glasses from when you dressed up as a naughty librarian for Halloween?" he asks. "Those would be hot with that outfit."

"Oh my God, I forgot about the naughty librarian outfit," you whisper, your mind flashing back to that Halloween party several years ago.

~ ~ ~

Y'all had only been dating for a few months, and it was your first Halloween together. You didn't intend to go to any parties but got a last minute invite from one of his LSU teammates who lived in the same apartment complex. Y'all had quickly half-assed a couple of costumes -- naughty librarian and the stuffy, know-it-all physics professor.

Most of the other girls at the party had been half naked, but the 'naughtiness' in your costume had been implied -- tight sweater that hugged your curves tucked into a long plaid skirt with black tights and sensible heels. Your hair was up in a tidy bun and your plump lips featured a dark berry lip stain that Joe couldn't keep his eyes off of. The fake eyeglasses really set the whole look off, and it wasn't until y'all were a few drinks in -- making out in a dark hallway -- that Joe realized your tights were actually thigh-highs and your panties -- way up underneath that long skirt -- were crotchless (a gag gift from your bestie). The look on Joe's face when he hit paydirt still resonates in your mind.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Are these …"

"Crotchless panties?" you giggled at the look on his face. "Yeah."

"Let's go," he ordered, pulling his hand out from under your skirt and quickly leading you toward the door.

The sex that night had been next-level raunchy. You ended up in nothing but the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, straddling him as he lay naked on his back on the bed; he kissed you breathless before wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you forward until you were basically doing the splits on his face. It was the first time you sat on his face, and you were just tipsy enough from the punch you drank at the party to not be self-conscious about it. He gripped your plump ass with his big hands, holding you in place as he thrust his tongue inside you in a relentless rhythm, occasionally latching onto your clit and sucking with the perfect amount of pressure to make you claw at the headboard before sliding his tongue back down to your core literally a split second before triggering your climax. He did this over and over until you were a quivering, begging mess by the time he finally finished you, your cries of pleasure still echoing in the bedroom when he flipped you on your stomach and entered you from behind, riding you hard as you did your best to fuck back against him on your shaky legs.

~ ~ ~

"Damn," His deep voice pulls you out of memory lane. "That was so fucking hot. We def need to revisit that outfit on you one of these days."

"We'll see," you grin, a delicious thrill running through you knowing you've packed a slightly different version of that outfit -- crotchless panties, thigh-highs and a lace-front underbust corset that serves your bare breasts up on a platter. You hadn't even been thinking about the naughty librarian get-up when you packed that lingerie ensemble, but you'd def been thinking about the hot sex y'all had that night once he got you alone. A quick thought pops in your head. "Do you wanna revisit the entire naughty librarian outfit, or just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties?"

"I mean, I love you in whatever you wear," he rushes to say, his cheeks turning pink like he got caught thinking something extra naughty.

"I know," you reassure him, leaning forward to give him a kiss. "So just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, right?" you tease.

"Yeah," he grins. "If that's okay."

"I think I can make that happen sometime in the future." He never pressures you to wear lingerie, which is one of the reasons you love wearing it for him. "Let's go inside," you continue. "It's getting a little chilly out here."

"Hold on, let's get a quick pic with the sunset first." He digs his phone out of his pocket and positions himself with his back to the lake, waiting for you to snuggle against him before snapping a pic; y'all both check the pic out, smiling at each other at how great it turned out.

"We look really good together, don't we?" he asks, still admiring the pic. "Really, really good," you agree, turning your attention back to the pic as he holds his phone closer to you -- you're wearing black leggings, black leather knee boots and a fitted teal wrap sweater that barely covers your booty. He's wearing black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a gray thermal henley. Both of you are wearing big smiles as the sunset creates a halo around you.

"That pic is epic," he mutters, "like hang it in the Louvre, epic." He eventually shoves his phone back in his pocket before waving a hand at the stuff on the table. "I'll come back for this stuff in a bit, but first I wanna carry you over the threshold." He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the door, easily holding you while punching in the security code.

"You ready for this, Mrs. Burrow?" he asks.

"I'm so ready," you answer, your heart full of everything you ever hoped for as he opens the door and carries you inside.

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03 - More Questions than Answers

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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Her hair seems longer spread around her pillow like this.

Wriothesley mused, his thumb and index finger playing with her locks. After (y/n)'s panic attack, he was told that it's better to sit somewhere she can see him, and to have the lights on. The next time she wakes up, he would be able to ground and reassure her that she's no longer in danger.

His eyes watched the curve of her nose, and the lashes that twitched ever so slightly as she slowly regained consciousness. He stroked comforting circles along the baby hair that grows close to her forehead.

His heart seemed to skip a beat when he saw her eyes slowly open, blinking a few times before her eyes focused on him. She has such beautiful eyes, he mused to himself, but then felt a pang of hurt when she involuntarily flinched from him.

"Good morning, (y/n)."

"Wrio-" (y/n) coughed

Wriothesley grabbed the glass of water on the bedside and helped her drink.

After he laid her back down, (y/n) was dazedly blinking at him, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

"A-am I dead?" (y/n) started, looking down at her body which was tucked underneath the blanket, a hand that wasn't held down by the IV went to touch her face, 

"Is this.. real?"

He took her hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. "You're alive (y/n), and this is real. You're safe with me now, no one's gonna hurt you anymore, not on my watch."

(y/n) nodded, as if still processing his words.

Wriothesley wanted so badly to gather her in his arms and kiss her on her lips. She was all bandaged up, and her hair stuck up on some areas due to the pillow, but in his eyes she had never looked more pretty. He cleared her throat. The nurses would be against such actions, for fear that too much physical contact would trigger another panic attack.

"I should get the nurse, tell her you're awake." He stood up, lightly squeezing her hand. She only nodded, still eyeing him as if he would suddenly disappear into thin air.

Soon enough, the nurse came in. It was a middle aged woman with grey hair. She smiled at (y/n), "good afternoon, my name is Komaki, can you tell me your name?"

A pause.

1102.

"I'm... (y/n)"

Nurse Komaki smiled hearing her response, her eyes glued on her charts, "how old are you?"

"I... I'm not sure."

"Where are you right now?"

(y/n) paused and looked around. She could clearly see her room now that the lights are on. While it was clearly a hospital, it was not the same one as... wherever it was with doctor Arderne. She shivered.

"I-in a hospital?"

"Which city?"

(y/n)'s eyes locked with Wriothesley's, who had been silently watching from the doorway. He gave her an encouraging smile.

"Fontaine I think."

Nurse Komaki smiled, "very good!"

Turning to Wriothesley, she nodded to him. "I'll keep checking her memory, and I'll need to do a physical examination of her vitals and wounds. If you don't mind, sir?" She tugged at the privacy curtains around her bed. Wriothesley got the message.

"I'll go uh... walk around." He nodded at nurse Komaki, and promptly left.

(y/n) is awake at last. A new wave of nervousness swept over him. He was almost afraid of the results of her checks. What if she lost her memories? Her feelings for him and his for her? What if she had no recollection of the time they spent together? Chlorinde and Aether still couldn't find her vision aside from the metal bit, so what if...

He pushed the thoughts out of his head. In any case, he has some important matters to attend to.

• • •

Wriothesley rolled his shoulders, feeling a bit sore from sleeping on the couch for multiple nights in a row. He stayed there despite the urges from everyone, telling him to go home and sleep in his bed, only leaving occasionally to help with the investigation and get a quick shower. He didn’t mind the hospital meals. As long as it nourished him, he didn't care what food was served. The tea, however, was terrible, and he started to miss his office in the Fortress of Meropide.

Walking briskly, he found himself standing before Monsieur Neuvilette’s office doors, which he promptly pushed open. Neuvilette, who was seated behind his desk, nodded towards him in greeting, along with Navia, who Neuvilette hired to help in the investigation.

“So you had updates?” Wriothesley skipped the pleasantries, noticing the two’s somber expressions. He sat on the unoccupied chair beside Navia.

“Yes.” Navia handed him a file.

“We went back to the building where (y/n) was kept. As we all guessed, it was a facility used for human experimentation, under Dr Arderne.”

Wriothesley winced at the name. How could he not notice anything about the man? Arderne has been under his nose all this time in Meropide, that is… until he escaped and took (y/n) with him. But even so, he was a great Doctor while he served his sentence in Meropide, he was in his best behaviour that Wriothesley overlooked him.

Neuvilette leaned forward, “We also found some tapes and files on the things they do there. They have files for everyone, including (y/n).”

This made Wriothesley frown. “What was in it?”

Neuvilette and Navia shared a knowing look with each other, before turning to Wriothesley with sympathetic looks. Neuvilette gestured at the file handed to Wriothesley, “Hers was not complete, some data were taken by the accused party. But in general, they did… a lot of experimentation on her. Something no one should have to endure.”

Wriothesley opened the file and flipped through the papers, the voice of Neuvilette and Navia sinking to the background as he read through the pages.

Subject 1102.

Log 01

Subject 1102 is aggressive, and would not stop fighting the doctors. Despite the restraints used, Subject 1102 refused to take any treatment from the facility. She will be subject to two weeks in the padded room with one meal per two days to treat her aggression.

Treat. He knew it was another word for “to break her spirit”. Wriothesley gritted his teeth and continued.

Log 09

Subject 1102 was severely weakened after the padded room, but still refused to cooperate. Dr Arderne now personally handles her. He reports that for a higher chance of success on vision tests, the subject has to be physically weakened-

• • •

Returning to the hospital  his head swam with the new information. Navia said she will continue to investigate  but they would also need information from (y/n) and the doctors.

Damn the missing files.

He swore to himself that he would get to the bottom of this, hopefully without the need to ask (y/n) herself.

First he spoke with Nurse Komaki, who told him (y/n) didn't seem to have any brain damage, at least not on her memories. She thought this was weird considering how (y/n)'s vision was missing, normally people with their visions taken would lose their memories, their sense of self, and their drive to achieve what they wished for in the first place.

Other than that, her physical wounds were healing nicely. The melusine healers had done a great job at helping her recover.

He thanked Komaki, and proceeded to walk towards her room. Where he knew his fiancé was probably, hopefully, awaiting his return.

(y/n) wanted to go home. She never liked hospitals, and after what… happened, she felt herself hate it even more. She felt constantly on edge, especially after Nurse Komaki left to check on her other patients. The nurse did not say anything to her about her results, but the puzzled look on her face says a lot. Something is not quite right. Wriothesley was not back yet, but she knew he will return, right? She could trust him. If he said that she’s safe, and that this wasn’t a dream, then she should be okay, right? The walls felt like it was closing in on her.

It’s okay, youre safe now, breathe (y/n), breathe.

Despite her efforts, she felt panic rising. The feeling of the sheets against her skin felt too much. The ticking of the clock too loud. Why are the walls so white? Everything looked too bright. Pain. Pain. Pain. No more please- she couldn't let her thoughts drift back there-

The door opened, and Wriothesley’s figure appeared promptly.

(y/n) was not sure what expression she was making, but Wriothesley’s smile morphed into concern.

“(y/n), are you okay?”

“I- I’m safe, right? You trust this hospital?”

Wriothesley was instantly by her side, “May I touch you (y/n)?”

(y/n) hesitantly reached out and pulled his sleeve closer to her. Taking this as a sign, he brought her closer for a hug.

“You’re safe now, (y/n), your room is watched over by Navia’s men, remember? Spina di Rosula. They are very capable, and they will not leave their post unless told otherwise.”

“They’re not going to get me again right?”

Wriothesley kissed the top of her head. “Never. I’ll make sure you stay by my side, sweetheart.”

(y/n) froze. Sweetheart.

Deep breaths. You’re safe, it’s just Wriothesley, it’s not-

“Rise and shine, sweetheart” a kick to her ribs, “you’ve stayed in this boring old padded room long enough, don’t you think? Ready to cooperate with me now?”

“...Go to hell, Arderne.”

“Looks like you still have some fight left in you huh?” Arderne bent down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, "maybe some electro-slime therapy would work better-"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" (y/n) screamed, her leg connected with Wriothesey's stomach, making him stumble backward, wincing. Hearing the outburst, the two men stationed outside burst into the room. Wriothesley signalled to them that there is no danger  and the two went back outside. He made a mental note to thank Navia again later.

"(y/n)," he groaned, slowly making his way back to her, "it's not real, you're safe."

He watched her helplessly as she continued to hyperventilate, her eyes glued on to jim but ay the same time, seeing nothing. She' having another flashback, but why? Was it something he said?

"Sweetheart-"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she curled further into a ball, shivering.

"I- Please no more. I can't-"

It finally clicked. So they had been calling her sweetheart there huh… Wriothesley felt anger bubble up. It was how he always called her, a term of endearment. How dare they taint that.

He took another step closer, "(y/n) please come back to me. It's Wriothesley. You're in Fontaine's hospital, guarded by the Spina di Rosula. You're safe here with me."

Blue eyes met hers, and he noticed how her eyes seemed to slowly focus back on him. He took that as a good sign.

"Yeah, no one will hurt you anymore. I promise."

A few seconds of silence.

"...Wriothesley?"

"Yes darling, it's me."

"I'm… what?"

"You had a panic attack (y/n), you were screaming," Wriothesley took another step. "May I come closer? Please?"

(y/n) silently opened her arms for a hug  and Wriothesley took the invitation as a yes. "I'm sorry Wrio, I don't know what happened." she mumbled against his chest.

"Sshh don't be," he kissed her forehead, "it' not your fault okay? Your brain is just having some horrible flashbacks."

A few moments of silence fell over the two, with Wriothesley rubbing comforting circles on her shoulder.

(y/n) hesitated. "can you… stay with me for the night? Like this?"

"Of course, anything for you, love." Wriothesley shifted them both so that they both could fit comfortably in the small hospital bed. Rules be damned. He wanted to make sure (y/n) feels safe through the night.

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A/N

A long one this chapter, it was one of those moments where I start writing with a plan A in mind but the characters decided plan B. For now it's just everyone being confused, but there will be more answers in the next chapter!

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[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 5

In which Rossi flies down to LA that very night and Y/N finds out who her attacker is along with how her dad had known all along

Warnings: angst, crying, sadness, protective rossi, cursing, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Every hour in a hospital had been said to last 500 when you were waiting on someone you love. Spencer sat in the waiting room with his leg bouncing up and down. His eyes were trained on a spot in the floor.

On the phone, Rossi said that he was on his way and that he would be there in an hour or two because he would be taking the jet. He also sounded angry, scared, worried— just all of the emotions really.

A million thoughts ran through his head. Who would want to hurt Y/N? What did the note say— the note.

He quickly got up from his seat and rushed towards the doors he came in from. He decided that he should probably move it so ambulances could come in.

So that’s what he did. He quickly moved it out of the way and into a parking space near the doors before turning on the lights in the car and looking for the note.

He avoided the bag of puke sitting on the floor and searched for the piece of paper.

When he finally found it, he decided that he’d wait until he was inside to read it so, he stuck it in his pocket.

His feet carried him quickly into the hospital and he looked around. His eyes landed on a familiar figure damn near leaning over the reception desk.

“I don’t care who fucking brought her here, take me to my damn daughter or I swear to god I’m gonna—“

“Rossi! Rossi, stop!” Spencer shouted, rushing up to him.

The man turned around. “What the fuck happened, Spencer!?” He shouted. “Why won’t anyone tell me anything?”

Spencer was going to answer but he saw the doctor who took Y/N coming their way. “Her doctor.” He pointed.

Rossi moved away from Spencer and met the doctor halfway. “Please, you gotta tell me what’s wrong with my daughter.”

Spencer made his way to them and the doctor glanced between them. “You’re the father and you’re the husband?” He asked.

Rossi shook his head. “This— no this is not her husband. It doesn’t matter, what’s wrong with her. What happened?”

The doctor clicked his tongue. “We pulled some of her blood for testing but I suspect she was injected with a high dosage of Opiates causing her to overdose. We gave her narcan but I’m not sure we gave it to her in time to prevent any brain damage.”

Rossi sighed and covered his face. “Okay— how is she? Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. “She just woke up but she’s not fully down from her high. Her words aren’t gonna be coherent but I would try to keep her awake for as long as possible so we can asses her brain activity.”

Spencer and Rossi nodded. “Thank you.”

“And try to talk one at a time. Don’t confuse her.” He waved his hand and began walking back towards the room.

It was silent between Spencer and Rossi as they walked. The doctor rambled on about her symptoms and side effects.

He lowered his voice to a whisper and smiled as he walked I to the room. “Y/N?” He spoke. She sat in bed, a frown on her lips. Her eyes were narrowed and they were darting around the room.

“Hi…” She spoke quietly, her voice hoarse.

The doctor glanced back at the two men. “There are some people here to see you.”

They stepped into the room and she looked confused for a moment. “Daddy?” She whispered. She looked at Spencer.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rossi spoke softly, walking up to his daughter’s bed. “How are you feeling?”

She cleared her throat. “Uh… I don’t know how I feel.” She shrugged.

Rossi nodded. “That’s okay, honey.”

Her lip quivered and tears filled her eyes. “Am I dying? I-I don’t know why I’m here— I think I’m dying— Spencer, please. I don’t wanna die.”

Spencer walked up to her, looking at Rossi making sir he knew that it was his turn to speak. “You’re not dying, Y/N.” He shook his head with a small comforting smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Her hands fidgeted with each other. “W-well what happened? I don’t know what happened.”

“We’re not sure yet, honey.” Rossi answered. Her head snapped over to his direction. “But we’re gonna figure it out, all right?”

Spencer cleared his throat. “I need to talk to you.” He told Rossi, nodding towards the door.

He nodded and looked at his daughter. “We’ll be right back, okay? Try to stay awake for me.” The men walked out of the room after she nodded sleepily.

“What, Reid?” Rossi snapped when they were in the hallway.

Spencer took the piece of paper out of his pocket. “This. On the way here, she said whoever did this gave it to her.”

Rossi snatched it from between his fingers and unfolded it. “‘A liar, your… father is… I deserve someone too. The twig’s heart will be snapped in half when I get you back because it will be forever. And you will be mine.’” Rossi furrowed his brows. “What the hell is this? What does it mean?”

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. Our best bet right now is to look at the hotel security cameras. We might catch him there.”

Rossi sighed. “You know I’m gonna have to call the team if we can’t do it ourselves right?”

Spencer nodded. “Rossi, please. Please don’t tell anyone about us. That way, I can still work on the case. You know that you need me.”

The man sighed. “Why don’t you get ahold of the LAPD. I need to stay with my daughter.”

Spencer nodded and sighed heavily, walking away and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The LAPD showed up at the hospital and hour after Spencer called them. He stood outside of Y/N’s room getting the sense that Rossi didn’t want him in there.

The doctor told them that a side effect of the Narcan they gave her was crying so he stood out there listening to her sob uncontrollably. Rossi had to resort to singing her an old Italian nursery rhyme to get her to calm down.

The lead detective met Spencer in the hallway followed by a few officers. “Good evening. Mr. Reid?”

He kicked off of the wall and nodded. “Yes, hi. Detective Lassiter, thank you for coming.” He nodded.

“So, unfortunately, we don’t have a warrant to look at the security camera footage.” Detective Lassiter explained. “But we do have permission to sweep the floor for any DNA left on the walls and floors only.”

Spencer was angry. “No cameras? Are you fucking serious?” His chest heaved. His fists were in tight balls.

He nodded somberly. “I’m sorry sir. We’re gonna need to ask the victim some questions, if now’s a good time.”

Spencer shrugged. “I’m sure she won’t remember anything but you can try.”

He turned into the room and his eyes softened when he saw Y/N in her father’s arms rocking back and forth.

“Y/N?” He called softly. She lifted her head from her father’s shoulder and looked at him.

“Oh h-hi.” She looked at the men behind her.

He walked forward slowly. “This is detective Lassiter. He wants to ask you a few questions, is that okay?”

Y/N looked at her dad nervously. “C-can I?” She asked. Rossi tilted his head and nodded.

The woman sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. She looked up at Spencer and glanced at the chair next to her bed with pleading eyes.

He cleared his throat and moved through the room, sitting beside her. He scooted the chair a little closer.

Detective Lassiter sat in the chair in front of the bed and the officer behind him pulled out a pen and pad.

“What’s your name, ma’am?” He asked.

She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Y/N R-Rossi.”

The officer scribbled down on the paper. “And how old are you?”

“26.”

The detective straightened up and cleared his throat. “And I understand that you were… taken out of the hotel by someone. Do you remember what you were doing when it happened?”

Y/N inhaled sharply. “I uh… I remember my teeth hurting.” Her voice was quiet. “And it was cold. And I remember… Ice.” She shook her head.

She glanced up at the officer who was nodding and writing. “Anything else?”

She looked down at her fidgeting hands. “I know… he said something to me.” She nodded. “I can’t remember— I just know he said— something.” Her eyes watered. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember anything else.”

She reached for Spencer’s hand but remembered who all was in the room and played it off like she was just grabbing the edge of her itchy hospital blanket.

The detective nodded. “Okay that’s okay. Take your time.” He sighed. “Can you remember anything before the ice.”

Y/N pressed her lips together. “Um… her eyebrows furrowed. Um… sweating a-and feeling really… good.” Spencer could tell that she didn’t know what was happening. She was describing the sex that they had before she left the room.

Rossi behind her and glared at Spencer. Of course he knew what was happening. He cleared his throat. “Okay. That’s it, detective. Thank you.” The father nodded. “I think Y/N needs some rest.”

He nodded. “Of course.” He got up from his seat, looking at Y/N. “Ms. Rossi, thank you. If you remember anything else, give me a call.” He leaned forward and placed a card on her bed.

She nodded and looked at her father and then Spencer. “Thank you. I will.”

The officers and Detective Lassiter left the room and it fell silent. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut tightly. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

She let out a heavy breath. “I’m trying to remember the words.” She said. “I— I Can hear the voice but the sounds are— like mixed a-and I don’t know- I can’t—“

Rossi shushed her soothingly. “It’s okay, Y/N. I promise. We’ll find this son of a bitch one way or another.” Y/N nodded and Rossi stood up. “I’m going to go get you something to eat, okay?”

She gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, dad.”

He left the room and she looked at her boyfriend. “W-wait, Spencer why does he think you’re here?” She asked. He looked at her with furrowed brows and parted lips. “Wait, how did he even hear about this? Did someone call him?”

Spencer sighed and leaned forward. “Um… Y/N, he knows.”

Her eyes widened. “He knows?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

She covered her face with her hands and groaned quietly. “Is he mad at me?” She asked. “At you? Oh, I don’t want him to be mad at you.” She shook her head.

“He hasn’t said anything about it yet. He’s not mad.”

Spencer still felt like he was lying to her somehow.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer paced the halls of the hospital trying to get ahold of Penelope. He bit his lip as the phone rang too slowly for his liking.

“Boy wonder! How’s your mommy trip?” She asked when she answered the phone.

He cleared his throat. “Garcia, I need you to hack into a set of hotel security cameras but I need you to do it privately.” He spoke. “And I need you to send the feed to my phone.”

“Uhhhhhh first of all, say hi to me first. Second of all, why and what hotel?”

He licked his lips. “Hi, García. Angeles, 6th floor please.” He nodded.

“You never said why, Reid.” She hummed.

“Because I’m trying to figure out who drugged Y/N, now can you please just do it?” He snapped.

There was a gulp on the other end and his phone made a beeping noise. He pulled it away from his ear and pressed accept on a feed share notification.

Suddenly, his screen filled with a not so smooth video. “Can you switch angles so I can see room 612?” Spencer asked quietly, biting his lip. The camera switched angles four times until it stopped so they can clearly see the room and the ice machine across the hallway. “Okay, now can you back it up to like 9:45 pm?” He asked.

The video began to reverse itself quickly and Spencer saw a familiar figure on the screen. “Okay, stop!” He shouted.

Garcia stopped pressed rewind and let the feed play. Y/N was seen walking out of a hotel room with a black bucket. She had a smile on her face and a pep in her step.

She stopped at the ice machine and a figure dressed in black pants and a black shirt came from the entry way of the hall. It didn’t look like Y/N noticed him. He came up behind her and grabbed a handful of ice out of the bucket and shoved it into her mouth. There was no sound on the feed but he could tell that was to muffle her shouts.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and brought the phone closer to his face. He hated seeing her like this but he had to figure out who did this to her.

Y/N began kicking her feet as he lifted her off the ground with one arm as he reached into his pocket with his other. The bucket fell from her hands and spilled all over the floor. Spencer’s eyebrows popped up when he saw her bite his hand.

Then, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and jabbed it harshly into her neck. She went limp in his arms and a few ice chips fell from her mouth.

He put her down on her feet and propped her against his side and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Her feet were barely moving and her head hung down low.

“Oh my god.” Penelope gasped.

Spencer shook his head. “Rewind it to the part where he came into the shot.” He ordered.

She did and he told her to pause and zoom in. “There.”

“Is that…?” Penelope started.

“Benjamin Fitz.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N looked between her dad and Spencer. Rossi still had no idea who drugged Y/N. Neither did the victim.

“Okay.” He looked at Rossi. “I know I wasn’t supposed to do this but I called Garcia and I had her hack into the security cameras at the hotel.”

Rossi sighed. “What the hell, Reid.”

“Just stop- I know who did this.” He told them. “It was Benjamin Fitz.”

Rossi looked down and Y/N gasped. “No, no. That’s right.” She nodded. “I think I recognized his voice. I knew I recognized his voice.”

The older man sighed. “Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her brows. “Dad, it’s not your fault-“

“I only set you up with him because I wanted to get back at you and Spencer for going behind my back.” Y/N paused her movements and looked up at him. Spencer shut his eyes like he didn’t want Rossi to say anything.

Y/N scoffed. “Wait. Y-you knew?” She asked, her face getting hot. Rossi nodded and she looked at Spencer, tearing up. “And you knew that he knew?”

Spencer opened his mouth but no words came out.

“So.. you set me up with a psycho because you were mad and you…” She looked at her boyfriend. “You let me run around like an idiot when I didn’t even have to all along?”

“Y/N, I—“

“Get the fuck out.” She snapped. Rossi tilted his head but neither of them moved. “I’m serious get the fuck out!”

Rossi sighed and looked down before doing as she wished and leaving the room. Spencer was still left standing there. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want—“

Y/N scoffed. “Spencer, get out. Seriously, I don’t want to see you right now.”

He let out a sad breath and turned around, walking out the door and shutting it.

Y/N sat there in tears for a moment.

A moment until she heard a shout and a gunshot.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Next chapter is the last!!!! Also who expected it to be Ben from the book party?!?!?

And the ending to this one might seem a little rushed so sorry about that :)))

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[k1ttykatsu]

TEACHERS PET! - melanie martinez

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairings: Professor! bakugo x student blkfem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ summary: if i’m so special why am i secret?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: sir kink, oral(fem&male),unprotected sex, creampie, spit, classroom sex, voyeurism? degrading, praising, daddy kink, talks about breeding, slight age gap (readers like 20 while bkg is like 25-27), hair pulling, thigh kink, katsuki loves your little school uniform, panty stealing,cum play, corruption, yummy buldge, authority kink, pussy slapping, crying, face slapping.

⋆·˚ ༘ * ⋆·˚ ༘ * wc:3.2k

*ੈ✩‧₊ ೋ kay speaks: ello! kay here, trying out a new format for the new year! i haven’t seen a teacherbkg! in a while so why not (lol) just wanted to say this storyline is not realistic in the LEAST! don’t sleep with your professors please. enjoy!

“and that’s chemistry!” your professor blurts out as he finishes his lesson. the last class of the day! you thank god that the long boring lesson that  barely keeps you awake is over . the thin line between you and sleep was your super hot chemistry professor.

finally your body allows itself to drift off to sleep, only for it to be awakened by your teacher for what feels like seconds later. “miss y/l, you’ve been asleep for 20 minutes now, class is over” the professor speaks, head buried in a book as he bites on the eraser of his pencil.

glasses at the tip of his nose before he looks up to glare at you now. you instantly feel hot under this gaze causing you to carefully look around. “i’m sorry, didn’t realize” you coyly gather your stuff. as you're picking up your book bag from the floor you decide to be a cheeky little shit and bend down enough  to show off your lacy black underwear, that barely covers your ass.

“when you're finished i need to talk to you y/n” you hear your name and jump at it. the way it flows out of his lips, the way he subtly bites his lips after he says it, the way it makes your cunt clench around nothing. “yes sir” your voice feigning innocence as you make your way from the elevated back of the classroom.

tits bouncing from the way your partially unbuttoned blouse opens up and shows your cleavage. his eyes trained on the way your thighs jiggle from each step. you place your book back onto the floor right beside his desk. “yes?” your big doe eyes look the man deep in his soul, he.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot in class, is everything alright?” you think for a minute before answering. “no, my roommate keeps me up all night, her boyfriend is always over” you try to insinuate what you mean, putting emphasis on the words all night and boyfriend.

“mhm, really? tell me more?” fucking perv. but you indulge in it telling him they have sex about every night, the sounds, the smell all makes you wanna roll up into a ball and die!

“mhm, just sounds to me like your a little jealous” he rolls his chair back from his desk and he point out your hands balled up into little fist making him laugh.  “t’s not funny suki!” you whine before sitting on the man’s desk right between him and his desk.

he slides in so he’s closer to you andis sitting facing you. “i know baby” his words are coddling but you don’t want words anymore you want action. “no! i’ve been patient with you  and you're not giving me what i want, what you promised me suki!” your lips in a small pout. “i always gotta wait till you’re ready but what about me?”

he’s listening, he swears he is, you just make it so hard when you're sitting on his desk looking like the sexiest, most fuckable little thing alive. “i know, but i’ve been working sweetheart, you know that you're my special girl” his hands find their way to that pretty ass that’s perched up on his desk.

“you say that all the time but, if i’m so special, why am i secret?” he hears it in your voice, you're gonna break and not the way he wants you to break. you're crying because of him, how he treats you. he feels bad, he feels like the worst man on earth, treating a pretty thing like you that bad.

“i didn’t know you felt that way sweetheart, lemme make it up to you?” do you wanna comply or do you want to be bratty? “you’ve had too many chances katsuki, maybe it’s time for me to give aaron a chance.” you try to scoot off his desk quickly before you feel a cautious smack placed on your face. (not hard enough for it to be domestic)

“the hella gotten into you?” you roll your eyes hard before speaking up. “obviously not you” you hear your sassy tone as you speak. you watch his face scrunch up before seeming trying to calm himself down.

“are you seriously being bratty right now?” you try to scoot off the desk again while also failing again. his hands grip your thighs making a quiet moan fall from your lips. “by the way we have a quiz next week, you should study” you hate the way he completely changes the topic.

“if i pass this quiz will you give me yo’ babies?” you lean down and speak seductively into his ear. his semi hard cock jumps at the action making him pinch your thighs a little harder. “i’ll give them to you right now if you stop acting like a whiny bitch” you moan at the thought of his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

you moan out in agreement before you feel his hands get closer to your sticky wet cunt. “please sir?” you hear him chuckle and shake his head. “now that i’m giving the slut what she wants i’m sir?” you shake your head before pouting. “i always call you sir, even in class when your teaching”

of course he took notice of that, how could he not? everytime that word come out of your pretty little lips he wants to fuck you right on his desk.

“aaron asked me if i could call him sir, y'know” you see bakugo’s jaw clenching immediately. “you’ve been calling other boys sir y/n? knew you were a slut” he takes his hands off of you and grimaces at the sight of you.

“of course not, you're the only one for me” you plead as you take his cheeks between your hands squishing them to look at you all cross eyed, “never betray you, ever!” you emphasize as you scoot closer to him.

trying to push your core onto his stomach but he stops you. “needy” he flick your forehead with a smile on his lips. he loves when you reassure him that he’s the only one you’l ever touch, love and fuck.

“do you love me sir?” your big doe eyes focusing on his ruby red hues. “of course, the love of my life” he’s not lying, he does love you inside and out, the only girl who truly understands him. “i want you” you whine into his lips as you bring him closer and closer.

he places his lips onto yours and he tastes the sweet mango candy you were eating in his class. sweet as candy.

the kiss gets deeper as leans in more, you hear the sound of pencils and paper hitting the floor as you lean farther back into his desk. “wanna eat ya’” he moans into your mouth causing you to whimper loudly before disconnecting your lips from his.

you push yourself a little farther so he could have enough space to get down to business. he spreads your legs apart, eyes widened when he sees how wet you really are. “all for you” you practically moan out as the cold air hits your covered pussy.

he adjusts his chair so he’s sitting low enough for his mouth to reach your cunt, he pulls your panties down slowly, teasing you. once there down he pockets the lacy cloth quickly. spreading your fold’s watching your slick spread with it.

“such a pretty pussy” you clench around nothing as he prods around your cunt. puffy lips looking appetizing as he begins to rubs your clit slowly. your eyes shut slowly as he rubs your bean. little moans slip through your pretty plump lips.

“so sensitive” he taunts as he spreads you open. “mouth’ please ki” you moan as you spread your legs farther to tempt him to just put his mouth on you!

he listens and does what you ask, putting his lips on your cunt, placing little kisses making you grind your cunt into his face. as you're in the moment, eyes closed and slightly humming you feel a harsh slap being placed on your pussy.

a loud moan leaves your lips as your back arches, flushing your chest against his forehead. “gotta be quiet baby, don’t want anybody to hear us.”  you apologize quickly before you feel the man scoot his chair away from your leaking cunt and quickly move to lock the door.

once he comes back he dives into your pussy, pulling back to pucker his lips spit falling from them and landing on your pussy. “babe” you moan out as your leg hooks around his shoulder and your fingers find themselves laced into his hair.

you feel yourself getting closer and bakugo could tell that you're close too. you push his face further into your pussy as you arch your back. moans and whines flying out of your mouth when he harshly sucks and nibbles on your clit.

“ki! baby i’m gonna cum” he feels your nails digging into his scalp causing him to moan and whimper in your cunt. “love you so much” he mumbles sweet praises as he ravages you. that’s what brings you over the edge, your legs locked around his head as your hands grips his roots.

your thighs begins to shake while his assaults on your clit begin to slow down. “so good” you barely hear him as you suffocate him with your thighs. your high hits you like a mac truck, your moaning and whining into the air, all your self control is out the window as you cum on his tongue.

the feeling of him lapping up your sweetness sends you to overstimulation as you unhook your legs and push him back. once he faces you, the feral look on his face makes you smile. a big smirk on his face before he licks your cum off of his lips.

“so good,” he says before bringing you closer for a passionate kiss. you taste yourself on his lips making you grind back into the man causing him to holt your movements. “if you keep that up i’ll cum in my pants” you giggle before nodding at the man.

placing one more kiss before you push him back and stand up only to sink back down unto your knees. the man quirks and eyebrow at you watching your every move. he watches the way you bite your lip as your eyes settle on his growing bulge. the way your breathing hitches as your fingers prod around his clothed cock.

he watches as your pretty pink acrylics unbutton his pants with no trouble whatsoever. he shimmy’s his pants down to help you out a bit causing you to thank the man. but before he shimmy’s his underwear down you stop him.

your hand tightened around his restricted bulge causing him to whimper out. “shit” you laugh at the eagerness of the man. you place a kiss to his clothed cock causing him to twitch beneath those pretty lips of yours. his hips jerk up as u place another kiss onto him. “want you to face fuck me ki’” you plead with thoes big doe eyes of yours.

“you want me to fuck up that pretty throat of yours?” you nod your head intensely causing him to laugh. “unbutton that shirt pretty girl”  and you do what he says. unbuttoning your shirt while he frees his coco from the restricting underwear.

you examine his cock for what feels like the 50th time this month and it never fails to amaze you. the pretty pink tip oozing pre cum making your mouth water at the sight.

“want you to take the whole thing okay?” you nod and before you know it you see the man grab the base of his cock and bring it towards him. a glob of spit falls from his lips and landing right on his tip.

he jerks his cock a couple times before he grabs your ponytail and you know to open your mouth quickly. he shoves his cock between your lips making you gag instantly.

“love a good gag reflex” he mumbles as he guides your head up and down his thick shaft. he sees the bulge in your throat causing his hips to jerk up some more. tears flood your lash line from how deep he’s in your throat.

he picks your head up off him and you begin to cough. spit sputtering out of your mouth as you try to catch your breath. spit dribbles down your chest and lands on your tits. the shiny substance catches his eyes, making him take his fingers and glide it between the spit, covering his fingers in it before placing it in his mouth.

your eyes roll back at the scene before you making you want to get back to work. he gets the hint and your mouth is back on his cock. his moans and deep groans spurring you on as you let him use your mouth as a personal flashlight. your space out to the point where you're just focused on the cock deep in your throat.

smack!

a loud and harsh smack is placed on your cheek causing you to moan around him. the vibration from your moans causing his hips to stutter and before the both of you know it he’s cumming down your throat. “shit! fucking love you” his high takes over as you sit on your knees beneath the man, watching his reaction from the things that your mouth did to him.

he takes his semi hard cock out of your mouth and watches the trail of spit and cum it leaves on your face. “c’mere” he picks you up off your knees and places you to straddle his lap. the sight of you with cum and spit on your face and tits, hair a mess, and swollen lips makes his cock rock hard again.

“wanna fuck you, put a baby in my pretty pussy” his possessive side shows but he doesn’t care, he want you to walk around campus with his baby in your stomach. he doesn’t care if he’s risking his job, he just want you.

“want you to fill me up suki!” you moan in his ear while your bare cunt grinds against his cock. your slick lathering him up so he knows he doesn't have to prep you any more. you feel the strong man pick you up with one hand while he holds his cock in the other.

he teases his tip and traces it around your leaky cunt, relishing on how wet he’s made you. “that wet from sucking cock? your crazy” he laughs as he finally inserts himself into you. you moan in his ear as your body recoils into his. “don’t call me crazy” your voice is high pitched as you stretch yourself out on his cock.

“ki baby!” you screeched into his ear causing him to grip your ass once you finally sank down. “so tight” he whines into your neck, placing love bites into your neck. “i love you” you pick his head up and make him look you in the eyes. “love you more, then you’ll ever know”

you begin to bounce on your teachers, boyfriend's cock. your tight walls squeezing him just right as you take charge over him. “why am I a secret ki?” you whine out as you feel his hands gripping the fat of your thighs. “not a secret, everyone knows!” he huffs as you grind your hips down more.

you want to focus on his words so hard but you can’t, the way his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. “oh my god!” you pull on his blonde locs causing a whimper to slip through his lips. “shit! i’m close” bakugo decides to fuck up into to your heat, the curve of his cock hitting your inside perfectly.

“ki pleaseee!” you moan as you hide your face into his neck. sucking love bites onto his jugular causing his hips to hit deep inside of you. he needs to see your face when you cum so he takes it upon himself to pull your head back by your ponytail.

“wanna see you cum” his hands grab onto your tits pulling down your black lacy bra. “babe” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself clench around him. “you’ve gotta cum now” he demands as he fuck up into you harder.  “fuck you look so hot bouncing on my cock” you squeeze your eyes from the immense amount of pleasure you're feeling.

“i’m cumming!” you scream out into the empty classroom. your pussy clenches around him triggering his orgasm as well. he holds you down against his hips as he emptied himself into you. your body shakes as you cum around his dick.

“i love you” you cry into his neck, high off your orgasm and your emotions are running high. he instantly gets out his post- orgasm headspace and snaps back into reality. (oh! there goes gravity. sorry) 

“what happened, did i hurt you?” he pulls you out of his neck and grabs your face. tears flooding down your face as you look into his scarlet eyes. “i-” you hiccup, “i just love you and- and i don’t know” you can’t even get your head straight.

you're running high off emotions and don’t know exactly what you want to pinpoint. “i love you too, why are you crying?” he’s holding you like you're going to break and you feel like you are with the way he’s talking to you.

“if this is about you being a ‘secret’ your not, your not exactly subtle” you look at him confused as hell so he takes that as a queue to continue. “why do you think no one interrupts us when we have a little rendezvous y/n?”

now that you think about it no one ever question when you walk with bakugo to his car, sneak off into his classroom when you obviously don’t have that class. or even the two of you walking around campus together.

“what about principal nezu?” you think about the college's headmaster. “we agreed on some terms, you're graduating in a month so agreed that as long as i’m fair with grading and grade you based on your academic performance not your personal performance” you giggle at the end of his sentence.

he takes his thumb and wipes your tears and places a kiss on your forehead. “pretty girls don’t cry over stupid shit” he mumbles into your forehead making you smile. “okay let’s go home ki” he nods his head and scoots himself closer to his desk.

he holds the base of his cock as you slide yourself off of him. a whine slips out of his mouth making you giggle. you sit back onto his desk and watch him slip himself back into his boxers and then pull up his pants.

you look around for your panties and you can’t find them anywhere. “i have em’” you shake your head before sinking down onto your feet. bakugo picks up your bag before picking up his bag.

he grabs your hand and the two of you walk out of the classroom. as the two of you walk out of the school he whispers into your ear “you better hope your not wasting my cum”

#bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugou #katsukibakugou #bhna bakugou #katsuki smut #mha smut #s1aterr🧚🏾‍♀️

[tieronecrush]

hot & heavy

chapter seven: a conversation stuck in your throat

neighbor!joel x f!reader

series masterlist

series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 8k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced/virgin reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners (use of sir & ma’am), feeling familial and self-pressure, undefined relationship, likely poor spanish grammar, pining joel, DIRTY. TALK., sexting, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, POSSESSIVE!JOEL, lil splash of size kink, overstimulation (crying), consensual somno, praise kink up the wazoo, this chapter really speaks to the duality of man

6:00 AM

FROM: Joel 

Morning, mi Mariposa

I thought about you last night.

6:20 AM

Any chance you would come over early for me, sweetheart?

I really missed you when you were away.

Promise you can nap later.

In my bed.

6:23 AM

You could even sleep right away if you wanted.

Would you let me touch you while you were sleeping, darling?

Make you dream about me, and then when you wake up I’d be right there making you come.

Sounds nice, yeah?

6:45 AM

Mariposa

Sweet girl

Please wake up beautiful, I miss you.

I want you.

7:02 AM

Darling, I’m about this close to somehow climbing in your window and waking you up myself.

I’m aching for you, pretty girl. I keep hearing those sweet little sounds you make. You moaning my name or calling me sir.

I’m fucking leaking through my boxers at the thought of you.

7:20 AM

Mariposa, are you awake yet?

I don’t think I can wait any longer, sweetheart.

I need you so bad, mi diablita. I want to fuck you hard into my mattress. I want to fill you up, and then you can come on my cock after you ask me like the good girl I know you are.

You woke up a few minutes ago, your alarm blaring at 7:30 AM. Way earlier than you normally set it for, if you even set it during the summer, but you knew that Joel would be upset if you wasted a rare morning that he has alone.

When you picked up your phone and saw all the unread messages from him, the notifications made you smile. Scrolling through his messages, your smile turned into a smirk, satisfied with the way this man was on the verge of begging for you. It was a moment to savor — you knew as soon as you walked in his door that he would be making you plead for it. For his fingers, for his mouth, for his cock. Joel Miller loved to tease you, get you all worked up before he finally gave you what you wanted.

He always gave in, in the end.

7:34 AM

Joel, it’s Sunday morning.

The Lord’s Day.

And you’re sending me a bunch of dirty messages?

Scandalous!

7:34 AM

It’s my day to have you.

That proceeds any fucking guy in the sky.

7:35 AM

Soooo you’re gonna be mad if I tell you I’m getting ready for church?

7:35 AM

Mariposa, if you get over here right now I’ll make you see God.

No need for church.

Let me worship you, cielito.

Ten minutes later, you’re walking up to Joel’s door.

Your parents left for church early this morning, getting the first mass in so they could make it to the airport to pick up your brother. You sent your mom some excuse about hanging out with friends — something vague enough to not endure questioning but reason enough for your car to be home without you there.

Before your lifted hand can knock against the wooden door, it swings open to reveal Joel waiting with bated breath on the other side. It pulls a quiet giggle from your lips, the frantic look in his eyes, and the impatient tap of his foot.

“Were you waiting at the door this whole time, Joel?” you ask with a raise of your eyebrows, a grin pulling at your lips.

“No, ‘course not. I was keeping an eye on your front door from the couch. Just ran over when you were crossing the lawns,” Joel shrugs and brushes off the next look you give him, one that crinkles your eyes and spills a laugh from you.

“Adorable.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, enough laughin’ at me. Pretty sure that smug look is gonna be wiped off your face soon.” He smirks this time, taking one step to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you inside, closing and locking the door as he presses you up against it.

One hand holds you there at your hip, digging his thumb into the bone while the rest of his fingers bruise your skin from their tight grip. The other hand comes to rest against the wood next to your head, boxing you in. Looking down at you, he bends his head to trace his nose against yours, matching up your lips and hovering over the spot. Both of your mouths are slightly open, breathing slow exhales of warm air to each other.

It isn’t the first time he’s going to kiss you since you’ve seen him again. That was yesterday. But this moment feels different. Something stirs in your gut, as if it’s awakening from laying dormant while you were away from him.

“Been thinking of you all morning, darlin’,” his lips trail his humid breath across your cheek, his plush bottom lip grazing the skin at certain points. He settles next to your ear, speaking again with his voice with a low, syrupy, caramelly inflection, “Y’know, had a dream about you last night. Woke up so fucking hard. But I didn’t touch myself. Was waiting for the real thing.”

Teeth against the pulse point under your ear make you whimper, your legs buckling slightly from keeping them locked. Joel’s hand on your hip steadies you, his full body pressing against you and weighing you against the door.

“You gonna let me have it, sweetheart? Gonna be my good girl and let me take you over and over and over again until I’ve fucking spent everything I’ve been saving for you? Hm?”

 All you manage in response is a quiet moan, feeling his hard cock pressing into your stomach. You wiggle in his hold, another whimper that sounds more like a frustrated whine tumbling from your lips as you attempt to feel more of him.

“Nuh-uh. Gotta answer me, sweet girl. Are you gonna let me do that to you? Fuck you hard and rough and fill you up with me until it’s spilling out of you? You want that, mi diablita?”

“Yes yes yes, Joel. I want that. I want you, want your fingers, and-and your mouth. Fuck, I want your cock,” your head falls back with a thud on the surface behind you, eyes screwing shut as you try to calm yourself down from Joel’s thwarting.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart. What did I teach about manners last year? Gotta be polite if you want something.”

Your eyes snap open to be faced with Joel’s, darkened to a sable black. One corner of his mouth is lifted, the hand that was once resting on the wood moves to wrap around the front of your neck, using his thumb to tilt your chin up.

“Yes, sir. I want that, a lot. Please and thank you.” The last word comes out as a gasp muffled into Joel’s mouth as he kisses you deeply, immediately coaxing your mouth open and melting his tongue against yours. A moan strains from your throat as Joel grinds his bulge into you, boxers that he slept in tenting with a wet spot around his tip.

His hand at your hip shifts position, dragging up the curve of your side and taking the fabric of your shirt up with it. Under the wrinkles of material, his palm covers your breast, kiss paused for him to question you.

“Did ya wear somethin’ special for me, sweetheart? Feels like something real fancy here,” he punctuates with a squeeze of your breast, rough-working skin perking your nipple and causing you to keen with your head falling forward into the loose grip he has around your neck. He works to move your head up, meeting your eyes as he holds your chin up with an expectant look.

“Yes, sir. Wanted—” You are cut off with another squeeze to your breast, a leg of his pushing between your thighs and up against your center, “Wanted to look pretty for you. Since I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Joel’s grinning like a madman, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that contrasts the dominating stance.

“Too good to me, Mariposa,” another kiss, “And you know you’re beautiful to me in anything you wear.” His tone is sincere — thoughtful and all heart. It sends a rush to that constant swirling in your stomach, raising that feeling to sit in the middle of your throat. He leaves you no space to respond, capturing your mouth in another heady kiss, pulling you away from the door with his arms circling around to rest one at your back on the band of your bra and the other at the nape of your neck.

“Upstairs,” he manages to get out once the two of you separate for a breath, guiding you back to the stairs. He unravels from you after a quiet huff of protest, encouraging push to your waist to turn around and climb the stairs. You move ahead of him, stumbling when he reaches out halfway up the staircase to grab at your thighs and stall you long enough to sink his teeth into the swell of your ass through the linen skirt you slipped on minutes ago in your bedroom.

“Joel! Christ, gonna make us fall down the stairs and get concussed,” you reach a hand back to swat him away, a whimper crawling out of your chest when he bites you again.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t resist,” he chuckles as he finally lets you go completely, following you into his bedroom.

It’s a scramble of hands and limbs lifting and tugging to strip both of you down, Joel still in his boxers and you standing in the mesh cupped bra dotted with floral appliques and matching panties — both in a soft shade of Joel’s favorite color, purple. He steps back from you, hungry eyes canvassing your body in the lingerie before they flick up to your face and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Really was for me, huh? Got something in my favorite color?” He walks you back to the edge of his bed, your knees bending to sit when the creases of them hit the mattress,  a wide smile on his face with no hint of teasing, “You are my sweet girl. Always thinkin’ of others. Can I show you how much I appreciate you, Mariposa? How much I missed you when you were away?”

“Yes please,” you gasp when his hand reaches between your legs, pressing slow-moving circles into your clit through the wet fabric sticking to your cunt. He bends forward to kiss you as his fingers slip under the mesh material, coating themselves with your arousal and pressing them into your entrance one knuckle deep before pulling out.

“Joel—”

“Patience, darlin’. Just need to get you onto the bed more,” he chuckles against your lips before he pushes on the backs of your thighs to coax you further toward the center of his mattress. He climbs onto it over you, spreading your legs and peeling your panties from your legs. He discards them at the end of the bed, the careless toss landing them on the corner of the frame.

“Did you like my messages, sweetheart?”

“Yes—yes, I did.”

He hums as he takes you in, strong eye contact as he asks you, “Did you like the idea of me waking you up by making you come?”

You nod quickly, gasping when his thumbs brush your nipples through your bra.

“I did, I really liked it. You could do it — I want you to do it. I trust you.”

His hand finds itself back at your center, the same two fingers running through your folds and pushing slowly into you to fill you up. Your eyes shut in response, breath hitching when he curls them up to press into your walls.

“Fuck, Joel…Missed this so much—missed you so much.”

“Mm, I know what you mean, sweetheart. Couldn’t ever get you out of my head. No one else has been in this bed since you, mi cielito. No quería a nadie más cuando todo lo que necesitaba eras a ti (I didn't want anyone else when all I needed was you).”

You think back to that handful of hookups you had, immediately feeling guilty that Joel had waited and you, well, you hadn’t. Granted, every time you ended up imagining it was Joel, closing your eyes and seeing him above you or below you. Imagining it was his hands on you.

But that does nothing to lessen the way you get choked up, unable to say anything both from the physical response of your body to Joel’s touch again, his fingers moving in and out of you at a perfect pace, and the emotional spiral you’re going through in your head.

If he expected a response, he says nothing, shifting to lie down on the bed between your legs and giving your inner thighs nips before he kisses your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub and drawing louder moans from you.

“Mm, fucking Christ, taste even sweeter than I remember, darlin’.”

His lips attach to your clit, sucking and flattening his tongue against you while his fingers thrust in and out of you, curling up to find that spot he knew well. It all comes barreling over you at once, pleasure erupting over your body suddenly. You clench around Joel’s fingers, flooding between your thighs and around his mouth. Your brain short circuits in one second, spilling your thoughts that were fighting to keep inside.

“I didn’t wait — I’m sorry, Joel. I didn’t—” Your hands grip the sheets, quick breaths in and out as you catch up to your quickened heart rate.

“Hey, sweet girl, it’s okay. Don’t need to wait for me to tell you every time you come,” he supports himself on an elbow and you can feel him looking at you as your eyes turn away, unable to face him as you make your confession clear.

“No, no — I mean, I didn’t…I slept with other people.”

Silence falls between the two of you, your eyes fixed on the nail of your left index finger scratching against the material of his bedsheets.

Joel’s hand gingerly grabs your chin, turning your head to face him and forcing your eyes to follow.

“Who?” His voice is low, vibrating in your ears.

“W-What?”

“Who was it?” Unwavering timbre.

“Um, just like a kid from one of my classes. A couple of guys I met at some parties throughout the year. Random. They were just random hookups.”

Joel hums as he stays between your legs, one finger pushing inside you as he speaks again.

“Ever hooked up with any of them more than once?”

His finger moves slowly, another added to stretch you more when you’re quiet. A moan falls from your lips, his other hand still holding your chin to look at him.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart…Did you see any of them more than once?”

His fingers curl into that one spot that makes your head dig back into the mattress, shaking your head wildly back and forth.

“No, no never. One time with each of them.”

You whimper when his hand moves faster, biting your bottom lip between your teeth and attempting to focus on him when he speaks.

“What were they like?”

His thumb on your face coaxes your lip from your teeth, eyes burning into yours as he awaits you answer. Thick fingers fill you up, his thumb of the same hand finding your clit and circling it in pace.

“T-They were just guys, I dunno. Didn’t really know them that well…” you interrupt yourself with a whine, feeling the rope in your stomach pulling taut as Joel fucks you with his hand.

“Had to have known a little bit about them to fuck ‘em, darlin’. Were they nice to you?”

“I-I guess so, yeah.”

Joel hums and curls his fingers with the next uptick, pressing against that spot inside a few times before resuming his movements.

“Were they nice to you in bed? Made you come?”

“They were nice. Some of them made—made me come. A couple didn’t.”

You gasp out another moan when he starts to fuck his fingers into you even faster.

“Yeah? Those guys that made you come, did they fuck you like me?”

“N-No, no they never did. I thought about you. Every time it was somebody else, even my hand.”

“That so, sweet girl? Missed me so much you imagined all those other guys’ cocks were mine?”

“Yes! Fuck — yes, Joel!”

“Any of ‘em as big as me? Fill you up like I do?”

“No, not even fucking close.”

“Any of them come inside you?”

“No. Only you.”

“Mm, that’s right. This pussy’s mine, isn’t it, Mariposa?”

All you can do is nod, choked up by the pleasure building inside you.

“Dime, mi chica dulce. Dime. (Tell me, my sweet girl. Tell me.)”

“It’s yours, Joel. My pussy’s only yours. Only ever yours.”

The rope is fraying inside of you, on the verge of snapping as the squelching sound of your arousal around his fingers fills the room, whimpers of his name the only words spoken.

“Then fucking come for me. I wanna feel my pussy come on my hand.”

The words break the final threads, pleasure flooding across your body and stilling you body under him as you grab at his shoulders to anchor yourself. Your loud, wanton moans fill the space, egged on by Joel’s soft encouragements.

Once you’ve come down, you realize he’s laying between your legs again. Before you can get a word out, his mouth is on you, sucking your clit harshly. Your whine raises in pitch, hands tangling in his hair to push him away.

When he lifts his head, his dark eyes find yours as he licks his lips.

“Gonna let me taste this sweet little cunt, darlin’? You said it was mine, didn’t you?” He challenges and you breathe out a ‘yes’, all the permission he needs to put his head back between your thighs.

He pulls two consecutive orgasms from you with his mouth, sucking your clit and licking into your walls with his tongue. Your brain feels like mush, limbs light as air as you lay back on the bed. Your eyes are closed as you feel Joel get onto his knees after stripping his boxers, one hand tapping the outside of your thigh.

“Flip over onto your stomach, baby. Not finished with you yet.”

“J-Joel, I don’t think I can move.” You huff out a breath, opening your eyes to see him staring down at you with insatiable eyes.

“You can. Now do it, sweetheart.”

You take a few more slow breaths before flipping yourself over, shaky arms giving out when you attempt to hold yourself up. Joel’s hands find your hips pulling up so you rest your weight on your knees and your torso angles down to where your head and arms rest on one of his pillows.

“Bet none of those guys treated you right, mi cielito. No one knows how to really take care of you, huh? ‘Sides me. I know just how you like, baby, and that’s how ‘m gonna give it to you, yeah?”

“Please, Joel. Need your cock. Thought about it all the time, missed it so much. Missed you.”

You whine when he grabs at one of your asscheeks, squeezing harshly as he moves his knees to the outside of yours, hooking his ankles over yours to lock you in the position. Without warning, he lines himself up and presses the thick head of his cock inside you. A loud moan sounds from your mouth, unable to hold back anything with the way your mind is lagging. Fingers tangle into the sheets, mouth staying open as you choke out sounds while his cock slowly fills you with an agonizing movement of his hips.

“Mm, such a good girl for me. Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, fits me just right, don’t you?”

All you manage is a nod when he’s balls deep, grinding your hips back onto him in small circles. He quickly pulls out nearly all the way before beginning a punishing pace.

The sounds of skin against skin cut through your wild, borderline pornographic moans, Joel’s name slipping from your tongue over and over with each pounding of his hips into you.

“Aguantarla, mi chica malo. Take it, baby, fucking take it.”

If it weren’t for Joel’s vice grip on your body, he would surely have fucked you off of the mattress at this point, the power behind his hips nudging the tip of him into your cervix at this angle.

“Who does your little pussy belong to, mi cielito? Dime.”

“You-you, Joel. Fuck, it’s yours!” Your voice pitches up with a particularly hard thrust, choking out his name as he keeps up the speed and force of his hips.

His grunt melts into the sounds of your wetness around his cock, skin on skin of your thighs. Fingertips bruise into your sides, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets tighter.

Tears form in your eyes, slowly falling as you hear Joel’s voice but can’t quite make out the words. When you don’t respond to him, one arm wraps around your waist, the other holding your chin to support your head as he handles you like a rag doll, pulling you up to sit back flush to his chest, hips unrelenting.

The drops from your eyes fall quicker now, pleasure filling every crevice of your insides that it makes you feel as if you’re going to implode. It’s never gotten to this point with Joel or anyone else, and your brain can’t think of anything besides chasing that inevitable high.

The hand from your chin moves slightly, wiping the tears cascading down your cheeks and Joel’s voice filling your ear at the side of your head.

“Yeah, feels good, don’t it?”

You try to agree, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper, more droplets spilling from your eyes the longer you sit at the edge. His hand finds your chin again, turning your head to face his at your side, a smirk happily on his lips as he chuckles low and satisfied.

“Guess I fucked all the words out of your head. It’s okay, pretty girl, you just talk to me with those little sounds I love.”

At that point, you whine with every thrust, his cock drilling the sounds out of you. With one, two, three more hits of his head at your cervix, you tense up in his arms, head falling back on his shoulder with your loudest moan of the morning. Your mind is completely wiped, only sensation being the jittery tingle that rushes over your body and turns your limbs to jelly. Joel holds your weight as he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear as he finishes inside of you, spilling his come for what feels like minutes. His warm spend fills you to the brim, squeezing and dripping out around his cock buried inside of you.

His sheets will need to be changed, but there is no part of you that feels like it could move your body from this bed.

Joel carefully pulls out of you, a sharp hiss involuntary from your lips as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. He guides you to lie down, slipping a second pillow under your head like he knows you like.

After cleaning you with a warm washcloth he retrieved from the bathroom, he climbs into bed behind you, wrapping you up in his arms as the little spoon. One hand strokes your hair, pulling it out of your face and behind your ear while he presses soft kisses to your head and shoulder.

“Did so good for me, Mariposa. My sweet girl.”

Your eyes flutter close, body melting into the mattress and into his chest. His gentle voice vibrates in your ear as you drift off completely.

“You know I don’t care who you’ve slept with or how many times or anything like that, right baby? I want you ‘cause you’re you. Mi diablita. My sweetheart. Mi Mariposa. Don’t wanna let you go again.”

His heart hasn’t slowed down.

He tried to sleep next to you, but he couldn’t calm down enough to actually turn off his brain. Instead, he watched the rise and fall of your chest, his lips pressed into your hair as he kept breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

A fucking angel. That’s what you have to be.

Your soft features, slightly parted lips. He wants to press a kiss to your Cupid’s bow, the tip of your nose.

You must be an angel or some sort of entity to be this perfect. To be that genuinely kind-hearted. To find a way to forgive him, or at least forget what he did to you for this month.

How is he deserving of you?

Well, he can answer that. He isn’t.

His fingertips skim over your skin, across your stomach and over your breasts. Trailing down to your thighs.

The silky, pliable feeling of you draws his blood to his cock, swelling him to halfway. He adjusts his position next to you, kissing your shoulder as he palms himself with his hips tilted away. His slow strokes get him fully hard, whimpering muffled against your skin as he works his hand up and down his length.

The conversation you two had earlier, talking about him waking you up on the edge of coming, replays in his mind. His eyes fall down to your ass stuck out behind you in your curled sleeping position, swallowing his saliva down his throat.

His movements are languid as he wraps an arm around your stomach again, shifting down the bed a few inches to line himself up with where your thighs meet your center.

Gradually, he pushes his cock between your fleshy inner thighs, holding a groan in his throat at the feeling.

His heart rate thumps quickly, the added challenge of keeping you asleep as long as possible turning him on even more.

“Fuck, darlin’. Such a sweet girl to let me do this to you. My dirty girl.”

He moans a bit louder, biting his tongue as his hips drag back and forth. You adjust in your sleep, and he stills, waiting for you to settle before moving again.

It’s getting him close, but it’s not enough for him. Just as he grazes his teeth on your shoulder, your eyes flutter open, your sleepy voice speaking groggily.

“Joel? You need something?”

He grunts, nodding his head on your shoulder.

“Please, darlin’. Jus’ wanna put it in, please.”

You nod lazily, lifting your leg and resting it on his thigh behind you to spread you open for him. He huffs out a desperate breath, coating himself in your wetness still there from before, more dripping from your cunt as he slips his cock into you. You whimper and hiss quietly and Joel attempts to soothe you with candied kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“So good to me, mi cielito…Such a special girl. Think you were made for me. Exactly what I was wishing for. How’d I get so lucky?”

Your breath hitches with the leisurely hang of his hips; a hand moves to your front, finding your clit and rubbing it in heavy circles. A hand of yours grips his wrist, the other reaching up and back to tangle your fingers into his hair and tug. You’re shaking your head as you beg.

“Please, Joel, I can’t…”

His chin hooks over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear as he whispers, “You can. Such a good fucking girl, taking it so well for me, huh?”

He nips at your ear before continuing, “C’mon, mi Mariposa, just one more for me. One more time, you can do it. ‘S gonna feel real good.”

Rapid breaths compress and expand your chest, eyes squeezing shut as you whine, his name falling from your lips in a quiet puff as you reach that last gentle peak he’s brought you too. Less intense than the others but still clouding your brain with dopamine.

His hand rubbing your clit crawls up your front, grabbing your chin gently and turning your head up to the ceiling. A kiss is pressed to the corner of your mouth, his hips fucking you through the tender orgasm and working to his own, “That’s my girl. So perfect — feels good like I said it would, right? Jus’ a little bit more for me sweetheart, can you you do that?”

You nod as quickly as you body will let you, eyes dragging to the side to try to look at him. 

One moan of his name from you, so delicate and syrupy, brings him to his high, spilling with slow, hard hits as he whines in your ear.

Your leg stays over his, holding him inside as you already drift off to sleep again. A quiet, incoherent mumble makes him smile, “Stay like this, please. Feels good having you this close…”

After you’re knocked out, he whispers in your ear, “Don’t deserve you, Mariposa.”

He complies with your request, softening inside you as he finally manages to drift off for a nap himself.

A soft knock comes from the front door, followed by about three rapid rings of the doorbell. You stand up from the couch, turning off the TV and smoothing down the skirt of your sundress as you walk to answer the door. The deadbolt clicks undone and when the door opens, there is seemingly no one there.

“Posey! You’re home!”

A smile stretches across your face as you look down at the smallest Miller, laughing softly and bending down to be at eye level with her.

“Hey there, Sare-Bear! What’s brought you over here today?”

She swishes the skirt of her own sundress as she twists back and forth, a grin on her face as she looks over her shoulder. Your eyes follow her head, seeing Joel standing at the side of his truck and waving to you. A short wave is sent back to him from both you and Sarah, the eight-year-old facing you again.

“Daddy’s taking me to that one farm that’s got berries to pick and that big thing with all the butterflies in it. He thought maybe you would want to do it too, so I ran over here to see if you were home and to ask you if you wanted to come with us! Pretty please, Posey, it will be so much funner if you come!”

The invitation makes you laugh happily, nodding your head and brushing some curls from Sarah’s face, “I would love to join, sweet pea, that sounds like so much fun. I need to just get some shoes on and get my purse, why don’t you head back to your daddy’s car and I will be right out?”

“Okay, but don’t take too long! I don’t want all the good berries to get picked by other people,” Sarah says seriously before turning around and running down the stairs of your porch and across the grass. You laugh at her antics, standing up and quickly stepping inside to slip your Chuck Taylors onto your feet and lace them up, grabbing your crossbody and throwing it over your shoulder.

After locking up the house, you walk over to meet Joel at the passenger side of his truck, Sarah secured in her booster seat in the back row. There’s a cheeky grin on his face as you step closer to him, a smirk on your face.

“Using your cute kid to invite me out is quite a move, Miller.”

“It’s called usin’ your resources, Mariposa. Guarantees me a ‘yes’,” he winks and opens the car door for you, stepping back to let you climb in. He offers a hand to help balance you as you climb up, looking at you with an affectionate smile before he closes the door and jogs around the front.

His fingers tap anxiously against the steering wheel as the three of them sit at the last light before their turn, eyes glancing in the rearview mirror to see Sarah staring out the window.

Light’s still red.

His lips press into a line, that airy feeling in his stomach kicking up when he takes a second to look at you in the passenger seat, your own eyes trained to the side before flicking over when you must feel his stare. A shy look is shared between the two of you before the light turns green, his foot easing off the brake and turning his signal on at the next right turn.

The truck cruises down the gravel road leading back to the farm, one that he even visited as a kid with his family. It’s part working farm and part nature reserve, the family that owns it sells their harvests as well as welcomes the public in to enjoy some berry picking, hiking along the trails throughout their land, and maintaining a pretty stellar butterfly garden with well-kept plants sprawling throughout it. It’s one of his and Sarah’s favorite spots during the summer; this year, he reckons it wouldn’t have felt as fun for Sarah or him without you there.

At that thought, warmth oozes into his heart as he parks the truck, cutting the engine and looking over at you.

Have you forgiven him? For pushing you away?

Or is this month just something fun before you leave for good?

Maybe he’s barking up the wrong tree, trying to win you back, but he can’t be damned to care. It feels good to be with you. Better than he’s felt in a long time.

“Joel? You there?” you question, and Sarah’s giggle fully pulls him out of his thoughts, sending both of you a playfully scolding look.

“I’m here, spaced out a second. Let’s go, you two. Before you both start scheming against me.”

The three of you make your way to the small welcome center to buy your baskets to fill with berries and pick up a small map with all of the activities marked on it. Sarah walks between Joel and you, her small hand in his to keep her tethered. He looks down as she reaches for your hand silently, connecting Joel to you in a chain.

Maybe you all look like a family.

The thought itches his skin with a tingle, his free hand gripping the strap of the backpack he brought filled with snacks and water, a rain jacket for Sarah in case of a change in weather. His shoulders roll to loosen the tightness in his back, a sigh relaxing him as you all walk into the air-conditioned building.

“Y’all stay here, I’ll go get the baskets and a map for us.”

“Oh wait, Joel! I think I have some cash to give you for it, hold on,” you keep Sarah’s hand in yours and use the other to rifle through your bag. Joel shakes his head and laughs softly, turning to walk away again.

“No chance, Mariposa. Your money’s no good with me,” he waves you off as he walks away and smiles to himself when he hears Sarah pull you over to the gift shop area.

The three of you have combed through about four rows of strawberry bushes, Sarah about ten feet ahead of you and Joel as she searches for the “best berries” even though Joel isn’t quite sure what that means to her. You and him trail back, walking slowly on either side of the row of harvestable fruit. Joel watches you more than he picks berries to fill the small package in his hand, catching himself and throwing a handful of strawberries in before going back to watching you.

Sunlight kisses your skin, a mild sheen of sweat on your chest. With the slight breeze that passes through occasionally, your sundress rustles at the hem against your thighs. One stronger gust lifts in a couple of inches, exposing more of the soft skin that his fingers twitch to reach out and touch. His tongue wets his lips, wiping his hands on his jeans before he crouches down to pick a few more pieces of ripened fruit. Every so often, your eyes follow Sarah, a smile crossing your face at her excited over finding another “perfect berry” and adding it to her basket.

It’s been a slow conversation between both of you, questions passed back and forth about the last few months and about your move at the end of this month. Joel tells you all about the business growing, getting a glowing recommendation passed around one of the wealthy neighborhoods and getting hired on six jobs in the same two week period. He’s hired more of a crew, and now is at a point where he has to turn down jobs every so often to keep time for Sarah. You tell him you’re nervous to move, but excited to start the new job. He reassures you after you mentioning feeling like an imposter in the field, praising the way you have talked about what you want to do with such care and dedication. He not-so-subtly interrogates you about your living situation — you have two roommates that you haven’t met before but have been emailing with, they both work at the same company you were hired to, neither of them is a guy (his jealousy reared it’s head a bit there), and it is in a relatively safe area. Your answer to his last question was filled with hesitation, and he makes a mental note to look up the neighborhood and it’s crime stats when he gets home later.

When the conversation dies down, he goes back to watching you silently. The care in your eyes when you look at his daughter gives him a feeling that lightens his chest and squeezes around his rib cage, words caught in his throat as he fights to speak to you, but his mind is unsure of what exactly his body is wanting him to say.

You have so much love in your heart.

And he selfishly wants some of it to go to him.

You said that to him — that you loved him. And he said nothing in response. Pretended he was asleep, or didn’t hear it. You never brought it up again.

He really wishes you would.

Do you still feel that way? Or did he give up any chance at that with you when he asked you to forget about him for the year?

Even if you didn’t want anything romantically with him again, he is desperate to receive love from you, even as a friend. The way you love is unabashed, unjaded by insecurity of rejection.

Fuck, did he ruin that for you? Did he make you hold back by ignoring your feelings?

What a dick. Thinking he was doing the right thing, forcing you to make your decisions based solely on yourself and not around him, and here he was, pleading internally for any love from you.

“Daddy?”

His head snaps to the sound of his daughter’s voice, a few feet ahead of him.

“Yeah, mija? What’s going on?”

“C’mere! Posey, too! I wanna show you something,” she crouches down to the crowd, staring into one of the strawberry bushes. Joel looks over at you, nodding his head in her direction.

“We’ve been summoned.”

“Guess so,” you grin at him, taking the hand he offers you to step over the short plants separating the two of you. The touch sends a jolt up his arm, spreading across the back of his neck and down his spine. It’s a cooling sensation under the Texas heat.

The feeling of your skin against his slips away in the next instance, his small window of opportunity to keep your hand in his gone as you lead the two of you toward Sarah’s spot. His daughter points to caterpillar slowly crawling across one of the berries, giggling at the look of it’s fuzzy skin. He reaches his hand out and lets the insect crawl onto his finger, bring it out and closer to Sarah.

Joel laughs as she backs away, hiding behind you. You laugh as Sarah yells to Joel from around you, “Daddy, stop! I don’t want him on me, stop!”

He steps closer, as if he’s going to move around you and Sarah bolts, sending both of you two into a fit of laughter at her dramatics.

“Okay, okay, enough tormenting your daughter. That little caterpillar doesn’t want to be a part of this family squabble,” you scold him with a grin on your face, holding out your hands cupped together to take the fuzzy bug from him.

He can’t ignore the way his heart rate picks up after he hears you say ‘family’. Nearly double time, he calms down his laughter and passes the insect over to your hands, watching you gingerly release it to the same plant it came from.

“It’s not tormenting. It’s exposure therapy; don’t think she realizes that her favorite butterflies in the greenhouse come from caterpillars. I am trying to educate.” He attempts to hold a poker face, faux seriousness laced in his voice.

You stand again and send him a look, shaking your head as you hold back a smirk.

“God, how do you ever get away with a lie? Can see your lip twitching, cowboy. Major tell.”

“Guess then you’ll know if I’m ever lying to you, sweetheart.”

“Hm, might come in handy in the future,” you say off-handedly as you start towards Sarah at the end of the field, leaving Joel to stand there and quickly press a hand to his chest to attempt to slow his racing heart with steady pressure. A fluttering in his stomach is going wild, his limbs feeling like they're filled with helium.

The future.

The future, with him.

Joel’s t-shirt sticks to his upper back in the hot, humid air of the butterfly house. The three of you are walking together, Sarah tethering you together in a chain as she holds both your hand and Joel’s. His daughter skips between you two and giggles excitedly at the butterflies fluttering around her.

An older couple walks past, Joel stepping aside behind Sarah to allow them more room on the path. The man gives him an appreciative nod, his wife smiling widely down at Sarah and then looking between you and him.

“Beautiful little girl you two got. Pretty as a peach.��

You open your mouth to correct her but Joel cuts in, a charmed smile on his face as he gives her a nod in acknowledgment.

“Thank you very much, ma’am. ‘M a lucky man,” he looks over at you, affection radiating from him as you grin sheepishly, nodding and waving to the couple as they continue on.

You say nothing about the way Joel didn’t bother to correct the woman; he was grateful, relishing in that little moment that made his cup feel full to the point of overflowing. Made him feel that constant swish in his stomach, heart swelling with a tinge of pain from how much he’s feeling.

What that feeling is, he can’t quite explain.

Sarah lets go of his hand, tugging you along with her as she moves to catch up to a butterfly she locked her gaze on. His fingers brush against your back as you get pulled ahead, looking over your shoulder with a coy smile. He lingers back, slow-moving steps as he takes in all the greenery, exotic ferns growing happily in the greenhouse. Butterflies zip around his head, eyes following one that flies over your heads, his stare dropping to the two of you kneeling in front of a blue butterfly perched on a large leaf.

From afar, he watches as your hand hovers carefully around the bug, pointing out its features to Sarah who is completely entranced. He smiles to himself, watching as a different butterfly lands on your hand, Sarah giggling as it slowly crawls along your forearm.

You pass the butterfly to her, laughing with her as she giggles more, squealing in excitement when it flutters its wings. The two of you follow the insect with your heads as it flies higher and higher. 

That’s what it feels like when he’s around you. That feeling in his stomach starts with flapping of wings, rising into his chest, lightening his heart and his limbs as the affection he feels for you filters into his brain, darting around and landing on the small quirks you have, how he feels about your smile, how you are with Sarah.

A calmness washes over him as he puts words to the feelings, a physical representation of how he could explain it to you. 

If he ever shares it.

Sarah leans into your side when you two stand again in front of the fountain, and Joel slowly comes up behind you both, hand resting on your lower back with his thumb brushing back and forth. You turn over your shoulder, closer to his chest, and a warm smile stretched across your face with what looks like devotion behind your eyes.

He really wants to kiss you.

Desperately wants to just say fuck it and dive head first into the deep end with you.

Instead, he just smiles, looking between you and Sarah before speaking up.

“My girls ready to keep moving? Lots of other things to see. Heard from one of the workers that there were gonna be some butterflies hatching on the side. Wanna go check it out?”

Sarah eagerly agrees, running ahead as Joel calls after her with a chuckle.

“Alright, mija, hold your horses!”

Your laugh draws his attention, his smile painted across his face and imitating your softer one. Words are unspoken in the look you share, and he watches you take one step before he reaches for your hand, taking it in his and walking with you over to the other side.

Quietly, he says to you, “Eres la mariposa más hermosa para mí. Mi Mariposa. (You are the most beautiful butterfly to me. My butterfly.)”

Joel’s eyes glance at Sarah in the rearview mirror again, smiling to himself when he sees her head rolled back and eyes closed. Completely fast asleep after all of the excitement of the day.

God, his heart is nearly about to burst.

It’s quiet in the truck, the soft hum of the radio filling the air as you relax back into the leather seat. Silence percolates for a few minutes before he clears his throat, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel nervously.

“Thanks for coming, Mariposa. I know it really meant a lot to Sarah to get a day like this with you before you, y’know…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He can’t face the reality that there’s a countdown for how long you are home. How long you are fifty feet away. How long you’re still his neighbor that he’s—

“Move away?” You fill in, and he nods slowly, swallowing hard.

“Yeah…I know she’s gonna miss you.”

“I’m going to miss her, too. So, so much.”

Joel nods, eyes trained on the road as his chest tightens with emotion, tears threatening his eyes that he holds back.

“And I’m gonna miss you, Joel. Like, a fuck ton.”

He laughs, looking over at you, seeing the dampness in the corners of your eyes. His hand leaves the steering wheel, crossing the center console and reaching for yours. You slip your hand together, fingers intertwining.

“Mariposa, I—“ he chokes out, shaking his head and focusing back on the road.

“It’s okay, Joel. We don’t have to…We can save it for goodbyes, yeah? Let’s just enjoy these couple of weeks.”

You squeeze his hand and he nods, slowing to a red light and looking over at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Save it for goodbyes,” he sighs, bringing your hand in his up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your skin. You hold your hands in your lap the whole ride home, sharing a sweet kiss with him hidden in his car before saying goodnight and heading back home.

He watches you cross the lawns, slipping inside your front door.

A smile pulls at his lips, an incredulous chuckle slipping out quietly.

Did he really have to fall in love with his neighbor?

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❝𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!❞↳෴੭˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 💜

Bang Chan x male reader!

He/him pronouns!

English is not my frist language!

Tried Angst! This one is very long xd

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-Honey, Wake up-

The voice made him wake up a little bit, but with his eyes still closed he tried to ignore it, hiding his face more in the pillow and feeling the soft heat from the sun that came from an open window, not only that but also the touches in his skin were as soft as the sheets, he really tried to wake up.

-Chan, love, wake up-

He now felt soft kisses in his face, smiling a little still trying to play sleep, knowing that his lover already know of his little play.

-hm, okay okay, i guess i'll shower alone-

-im up!-Chan opened his eyes looking at him

-i knew you were awake-he kissed him

-mmh, Y/N! You can't just play with me like thaat-he said with a whiny voice

-yeh yeh cry baby-Y/N got up

Chan just looked at him, the sheets still covering part of his body, just looking at the naked back of his boyfriend, seeing little love marks in his neck, smiling a little.

-what are you looking at?-Y/N asked, putting on the shirt of him, looking at him with a playful smile.

-just at my lover, i didn't know that you owned my shirt now-

-i got cold, but, if you came with me to the shower, i might just get warm again-that was the last thing that Chan heard before seeing his boyfriend closing the bathroom door.

-if you play like that-he followed him

꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱

It wasn't a warm day anymore, it was night and i got slightly colder, Chan looked at himself in the mirror, feeling his cheeks gething kinda warm while fixing his tye.

-you seem kinda scared boss-another voice entered the room

-don't call me like that when we are not in patrol minho-Chan looked at him, and then looked at the robot beside him that handed some other tyes-you can go

-yes sir-a robot voice was heard before the robot left

-mmh, you fight cyborgs, eleminate hackers, fight a lot of mafias and bring kinda of a peace in this cyber world, and yet you are scared for a simple question-Minho joked, though there was some true in that joke.

-yeah i know, just-he sighed-what if he says no?-he let go of the still not quite well donce tye

-Hyung, you two have been together for four years now, and knew each other way more than that, he could never say no to you-Minho responded looking at him and fixed his tye-now, you better go to that restaurant, give him the moment of his life, show him the ring and pim pam pum, married-

-thank you-

-is what friends do, right?...-Minho only looked himself in the mirror-you choosed a good day to, seems more easy to remeber for the future-

-easy?-

-you guys anniversary day? damn, i should keep that for me and Han-

A robot walk in

-sir, Y/N is ready-it said

-good luck-minho said for last time

Chan only smiled to him and went down stairs.

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-Chris? Wake up-

He opened his eyes slowly, seeing that smile and cold eyes that made him smile a little bit more. The window was closed and most of the warm outside didn't get inside enough.

-Good morning-he said

-Chris, you have work to do, places to go-he ignored him

-I don't think i wanna-

It smiled at him and touched his cheek, Chan only closed his eyes at the feeling of the cold hand, like metal.

-Chris, you have to-

-i don't want to leave you here Y/N-he said feeling more hopeless the more he felt the touch

-im gonna be okay, i won't leave anywhere-

-i know-

He got up from the bed, slowly stretching feeling his muscles more free, he looked back at Y/N

-that shirt...-he murmured

-oh? this one? sorry i just...i though i could use it, i felt cold-Y/N said slowly taking of the shirt, almost reveling something that Chan didn't want to see

-no no-he stoped him-its okay, you can use it

-thank you...um, your breakfast is ready downstairs, i asked one of the robots maids to make you some-Y/N said getting up from the bed, walking just a little far away and more close to the door

-Thank you-

Chan finished his routine, and was about to exit his room, then he looked at him again. He kissed his cheek, feeling the cold metal.

-oh-Y/N looked at him surprised, or the most he could figure out from his expression-um

-goodbye-He left

꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱

-Thats the report for today, you are dismissed-robots and people left the room minus one guy-i said dismissed

-How are you Hyung? How is the treatment doing?-

-Minho-he said again, but just sighed-im doing good, Y/N is just fine-

Chan started looking some papers, mafias to be more expecific, letting the silence order the room, hoping for his friend to leave.

-...its today isn't?-Minho asked already knowing the answer

Chan just looked at him withouth saying anything.

-Hyung, i know that you bought that robot and tried to program him but, Y/N is-

-Shut up-Chan interrumped him

-You are living in a dream Hyung, you are trying to forget something-

-i though this was the best for me-

-yeah but-Minho sighed-is not, you are just going into a cicle of lies Hyung, because thats what they are, you give us missions but you just stay here all day trying to see any mafias that could have caused this, but i can tell you, you can't do it alone, you need help-

-What if Han-Chan started

-Don't you fucking dare, you fucking know that what are you doing is wrong and you are gonna end with a bullet in the head, whoever is from yourself or someone else-

-I have the tecnology Minho, now get the fuck out of my office before i do something that i could regret-

-regret? Hyung, you bought a robot thinking its him, you don't come here every single day and you stay in that fucking room with a piece of metal to try and fix your fucking problems-Minho finished saying already standing out

-out-

-Hyung-he got interrumped

-When we are in patrol im your Boss, now, GET THE FUCK OUT-he screamed at him

Minho only looked at him suprised, only for changing to a more neutral face but still some anger in those eyes.

-yes boss-he left

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It was a perfect night, the elegant music, the lights, the time, everything.

But in his eyes, seeing you smiling was everything he needed.

-Hon, wha- how?-

-I though it was a nice place-

-nice? Honey this is perfect, i-i don't have words-you laughed a little

-Happy Anniversary-Chan said

Thanks to a robot, you two were in the table, eating and just enjoying each other presense.

It was almost midnight.

-Love-you looked at him-i-i wanna ask you something-

-WATCH OUT-

it wasn't gonna be a perfect night.

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He didn't remeber well, the blood and your cold eyes where everything in his mind.

So, it wasn't bad right? This, this robot was you, you were here, his lover, his boyfriend and his lost husband, it was your face, your voice, your laugh. He knew what he needed, he knew this wasn't good but Chan needed you, you made him feel happy.

-Chris?-

But those eyes, were as cold as that night, your touch was as cold as the last moments he hugged, when was the last time your warm hands touched his skin? when was the last time your soft lips kissed him?

-Chris? why are you crying? i-i dont see any damage?-

He was crying? he didn't notice, but of course he would, he always did, you said that was something you loved of him. Chris? he didn't like how that sounded from you, thats why he told you to call him anything else, thats why you called him Chan or Honey.

-You don't remeber?-Chan asked, hoping to hear more from it

-What?-

-The day, the day i asked you out, it was at the park-

-Chris i don't-

-Please, please you know, i told you, "call me another thing then that" you called me Honey a-and i, i didn't understood why but it looked like the perfect moment to tell you-Chan hugged its hands-c'mon i know you can remeber

-i-im sorry Chris, but, that wasn't in my program-

Now thats when chriss brooke, tears running away from his eyes, while the robot tried to help, but how? that wasn't you, Y/N was gone long time ago.

So, he slowly opened the shirt, reveling the chest of the robot, seeing a single square, he touched it, slowly open it.

-Chris?-

-Y/N is gone, i can't let you destroy me anymore-he looked at him-im sorry

-Its okay, its my job as a therapy robot to help you-

Chan knew the moment he pressed the botton that he was seeing right now, in the exact stop the he saw your blood, that it were only survive for some more hours before shutting down.

-When i press it, can we...can you hug me while i fall asleep?-

-of course-

So he did, and then, he was in the bed, hugged by it, thinking it was you, thinking it was your soft touch that made him remeber of his sheets, the sun slowly appearing in the window and letting the heat decor his room, while you tried to wake him up.

Thank you for using Memory Simulator

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series Chapter 1

Summary: A stranger turns up at the store that catches your eye Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4.7k~ Warnings: Explicit language but that's about it lol Start from the beginning

Two years prior

I stir awake to the sound of the birds chirping outside my window as they always do. "Fuck" I say under my breath, stretching and wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I roll over and check the notifications on my phone and widen my eyes in panic realizing I didn't set an alarm and was bombarded by texts from my boss and coworker two hours ago. 

"Shit!" I say jumping out of bed and rushing around my apartment trying to get ready. I throw on my shoes and jacket and run out the door making my way to the subway station as quickly as I possibly can. My job is only three stops away from my place but those stops seem to take twice if not three times as long as they usually do in my mind.

Bolting out of the station I make my way over to the convenience store I work at. "Fuck me, what took you so long? Your shift started 3 hours ago" my coworker says stating the obvious. "I know shut up I forgot to set an alarm last night" I say rushing past them and into the break room to throw my stuff into a locker. 

I tiptoe past my bosses office but he can't help but hear my lame attempt at being undetected. "y/n" I hear being said from inside, (he only ever calls me that when he's mad at me). I'm in trouble. 

"Yes?" I say rolling my eyes before taking another step. "Get in here. Now!" he says in a tone I can no longer ignore. 

"Hi" I say dragging out the last letter as I make my way in until I see his face become even more furious. "Sit" he barks. "Yes sir" I say under my breath just loud enough to be heard but not enough to merit a second glance.

"Three times, three times this month have you been late and we're barely past the second week" he spits at me "And let's not forget the amount of times you've been late since you started working here" he says taking a deep breath at the end and leaning back in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. 

"What am I gonna do with you?" he says rhetorically. "I-" I start. "I've had enough of your excuses y/n, I can't keep letting you break the rules like this. I've got a business to run and you working here hasn't made my job any easier" he breathes out. 

"I know I really do but I-" "Can you please just listen and stop trying to wiggle your way out of being held accountable. I would've fired your ass a long time ago if your father and I weren't brothers. I'm doing this not only for you but for the sake of your parents. Try to understand how your irresponsibility affects not only me but everyone around you. I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with your antics". "Please no! Uncle you know how much I need this job! If you were to cut me off then I know for a fact that I'm not gonna be able to make it in this city" I implore. 

"Maybe you weren't cut out to live in this city. There are a lot of hard workers out there, people who would kill to live here and you're just spitting in their face by wasting the days away sleeping in and daydreaming. You're not taking advantage of the opportunities that you could have if you worked a bit harder and just grew up" he says raising his voice and getting out of his chair to tower over me. 

I cower back inside myself taking my much deserved verbal beating and just be thankful that he isn't a violent person. 

He takes a deep breath and goes back to his seat and calms himself down. "Just please" he says in a softer tone "Start to get your shit together kid. You've got your whole life ahead of you and I would hate to see you end up like me, running a convenience store in the wrong part of town.

"But I thought you loved your job?" I question. "Ha! Yeah right, that's just what I tell people so I don't have to deal with their pity. Are there good days? Sure, but there sure as hell are more days that go to absolute shit that outweighs those good days". I nod my head in silent agreement, having a few stories of my own in my back pocket. 

"Listen up! You've got one more chance girl you hear me? One. More. I really shouldn't be doing this but I want to see if you can turn things around with this last push" he finishes. "Really? Thank you so much uncle I won't let you down!" I say going up to shake his hand furiously. 

"I'm pretty sure you will but hey, I've always been a gambling man" he says with a smile on his face. I go to tell him how bad that habit has become, but under the circumstances, I decide to let it go this time. After bowing to him a few times I quickly rush out of his office before he can change his mind and get to work.

I pass by my friend and coworker Grey at the counter on my way out and prepare myself for yet another lecture. "Old man gave you another chance huh?" she says blowing a bubble in her Polar Ice gum. It's one of her habits that annoys me the most but hey, she's a pretty good friend besides that so I can't really complain. 

Good friends are hard to come by these days so when I find one I tend to let them stick around. "Yeah thankfully, it pays to have connections sometimes" I say shrugging my shoulders as I put on the hideous green vest with the store's logo adorned on the top left side along with my name tag placed right below. 

I grab a box full of candy and head over to their designated spot in the store to get started. Straightening up the area before restocking the shelves I start from the bottom and make my way towards the top. I shake my head at the amount of open wrappers and half eaten candy bars I come across left by the many delinquents who occupy the store on a daily basis. 

"I'm surprised there are any left at this rate" I say under my breath. "I know right? Kids these days just aren't taught right from wrong anymore" I hear someone say in agreement. "The adults aren't any better" I retort hearing the voice laugh at my off the cuff comment.

I widen my eyes realizing I have no idea who I've spoken to and quickly stand up while keeping my face to the ground as I apologize to the unknown voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to- What I meant to say was- I'm sorry" I say tripping over my words in apology. I hear him let out a short scoff laughing at my attempt to repent for my honest criticism. 

"Hey it's okay. I appreciate your honesty. It's refreshing to say the least" he says, easing my nerves a bit. Feeling a little bit more comfortable I slowly stand up straight but as I do I realize I've been speaking to the most attractive man I have ever laid my eyes on. Pouty lips curved into a crooked smile, skin the color of sunlight, sharp catlike eyes that seem to see through my entire existence, and hair the darkest shade of midnight black I've ever seen. 

I freeze, mesmerized by his beauty balancing an air of androgyny with an adorable boyish charm. "Hey" he says while extending his hand towards me in greeting. "I'm Jimin" he finishes with a slight smile, giving me butterflies. 

"H-hey" I say taking his hand "I'm Luna" I say nervously in response."Luna? Huh, but your name tag says y/n though" he replies. "Oh well my real name is y/n but I go by Luna most of the time" I admit."Luna is a really pretty name. Did you grow up in Seoul?" he asks tilting his head a bit."Well I was born here but I grew up in America and came back when I was about 8 so yeah pretty much" I say, answering his question as calmly as I can.

"Oh wow that really cool! Was it hard for you to learn Korean at that age?"he inquires in pure curiosity."Well we always spoke Korean in the house so it was pretty easy for me to transition here. Although it did take a while to get rid of my American accent" I laugh. He smiles a bit at my openness which makes my heart flutter "I'm sure it was adorable". "I-" I start but am soon cut off by Grey. 

"Hey Luna can I get your help with something?" she questions. "Um yeah just a second. Sorry but I've really got to get back to work" I say picking up the box full of candy I have yet to put away and turn towards the front of the store. "Yeah sure no worries. Hey Luna" he says making me look back at him after turning to walk away. 

He comes towards me and reaches into the box to grab a chocolate bar. "Sorry I just wanted to grab one of these before you go" he says teasingly when there's clearly a whole shelf of that exact one right next to him. "Oh okay, um bye" I say and quickly scurry down the aisle towards Grey.

"You okay?" she says raising a brow at me. "I thought he might be bothering you since you guys had been talking for a while so I wanted to give you an escape just in case" she says, concern clearly her motive, none of which is written on her face or in her voice. She almost sounds uninterested if you didn't know better. "

Yeah no I'm fine don't worry. He was nice" I say clearly blushing. "He's cute huh?" she says looking me up and down, reading my body language. "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to play coy but I can't help but smile at the thought of our interaction. "Obviously he is if you're acting like that. What's his name?" she asks, intentionally getting louder and louder. Meanwhile looking around the store to gauge his distance, doing it loud enough to embarrass me but soft enough not to gain his attention.

"Is he single?" she asks, finally bringing her wandering gaze back to me but can't help but give me a slight smirk. "Shhhh" I say covering her mouth in an effort to keep our conversation away from him. 

"Okay yes, he's cute but can you save the teasing for later, or never? He's still in the store and I'm pretty sure I've already made a big enough fool of myself for the day as is" I say in a hushed tone keeping the conversation hopefully between the two of us this time.

"Alright I'll be quiet. Did you finish up over there?" she questions trying to mark off the various tasks on the nightly checklist. "No, not yet. I started to clean it up but then he started talking to me until you called me over" I admit. "Okay well once he leaves get back on it okay? Why don't you take a turn minding the counter while I start sweeping?" she suggests. 

"Yeah I can do that" I say getting nervous for the next interaction I have with him. "You'll be fine" she says dryly observing the way I start to fidget with hands. "You set me up didn't you?" I say coming to the realization of the predicament she's put me in. "Yup" she's says with a devious smile as she scurries off to the cleaning closet taking away my last hope of escaping. Well I guess in the meantime I'll take a second to calm down before he-

"Luna?" I hear Jimin say. "Yes" I reply whipping my head around towards the direction I heard him speaking from realizing he's just a few feet behind me. "Oh I just wanted to let you know that I'm ready to check out" he says smiling down at me. "Oh right yeah let me ring you up" I say while rushing over to the counter. He follows close behind me and meets me on the other side. 

"Okay that'll be $4.03" he nods and hands me a 10 dollar bill. I take it and can't help but feel a spark between us when his hand bushes against mine. I jerk back slightly and busy myself with finishing the transaction. "$5.97 is your change" I say going to give it back to him again making our hands touch yet again. 

"Thanks Luna" he says sliding his hand away from mine slower than necessary prolonging our touch. "See you later?" he says with a slight questioning tone behind it while turning to leave. "Yeah sure, see you later" I say while nervously reciprocating his goodbye. I hear the bells on the door jingling solidifying his departure and I can't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay that was adorable" Grey says sneaking up on me, another smirk accompanying her teasing tone. There are very few things that Grey takes pleasure in and one of those, unfortunately is teasing me mercilessly when it comes to guys. 

"Don't do that!" I say, clutching my chest in surprise, slapping her shoulder right after. "What? Come on dude don't act like you wouldn't do the same if the roles were reversed" she says laughing at my surprise. 

"Whatever" I pout. "That guy is pretty hot though not gonna lie, no wonder you're blushing" she says continuing to tease me. "Yeah he was" I say starting to daydream. "Oh girl you got it bad!" she says scoffing and shaking her head. "I do not! He was just really cute okay. Leave me alone" I whine starting to get fed up with her teasing. 

"Whatever you say dude. So what was his name again? Jaemin? Minji?" she questions, listing off names that she obviously knows are incorrect. "Jimin" I say glancing out the window. 

"Wait why?" I ask, whipping my face back to her in a panic. "I'm just gonna try to see if I can find him on sns or something. I wanna see if he's single before you start falling for him" she says switching between apps doing her best to find him. "I'm trying to protect you okay?" she explains while patting my head. "Are you sure you aren't just doing it because you're nosy?" I question, crossing my arms. "Same thing" she says waving me off as she continues to scourer the internet for our resident hottie of the week.

"Okay found him! Park Jimin, 21. Oooo he's younger than you" she teases. "Yeah yeah what else does it say?" I question leaning in closer to see what she's found. It's really true what they say about girls being FBI agents when it comes to social media. "Mmmm not much, he's into dancing and fashion, huh, that's interesting" she says looking puzzled. "What? What is it?" I ask, getting even closer feeling a bit anxious. 

"Oh nothing, there's a picture of a girl on here though but you can't see her face. He didn't tag her either" she says still preoccupied with finding more information. "So he has a girlfriend?" I conclude, feeling a bit dejected. "Well that's the interesting part. That picture was from a year ago but that's the only picture of her. In fact that's the only picture he has of any girl on his entire profile." she says. 

"So ex girlfriend? But why keep the picture up if she's his ex?" I question. "I don't know dude I think unfortunately the results come up as inconclusive" she lets out feeling deflated. "Oh well, I guess if he comes back we'll find out eventually" I say.

"If who comes back?" a voice says behind us. I turn around and immediately smile at the owner of the voice "Kook!" I say getting up and rushing over to give him a hug. "Oh just this hottie that was here earlier" Grey says. "Ooo scandalous! But aren't you guys supposed to be working and not stalking cute boys on the internet?" he says with a knowing smirk. 

"It's called multitasking" I say while he gives me a kiss on the crown of my head. "Ew gross please stop I don't want to have to bleach my eyes again" Grey whines, shielding her eyes with her hands, hiding us from her vision. "Don't hate just because you're not a fan of friendly affection" Jungkook says teasing. 

"More like any affection at all. Especially PDA. Come on guys get a room" she says in disgust. "How many times do I have to tell you Grey, we're just friends" I say, shaking my head at her and pulling away from Jungkook's embrace. Grey glances up at him with a knowing look and sees him shaking his head prompting her to change the subject.

"Anyways, Jungkook what are you doing here this time?" she asks sounding uninterested as always. "Damn Grey can't I stop in to see my favorite girls every once in a while?" he says, draping his arm around my shoulders. "Don't call me that" she says with a deadpan expression. 

"Okay fine. My favorite girl and her tagalong?" he corrects with a cheeky smile. "You know what? Why don't you just call me by my name okay?" she argues. "Not a fan of the pet names? Okay okay I get it" he chuckles. 

"Luna" he says in an effort to gain my attention. "Yeah?" I acknowledge, turning to face him. "What are you doing this weekend?" he asks with anticipation written all over his face. 

"Um nothing to my knowledge" I reply and quickly hear someone start to talk over us before anyone can speak again. "Good, because you're working two ten hour shifts this weekend" my uncle says while bringing out another box of assorted products to stock. 

"Uncle please" I say with painful annoyance. "No I don't wanna hear anything. You need to make up for the hours that you missed and Sunghoon has the weekend off so I need you to pick up the slack" "But sir I was just-" Jungkook starts trying to come to my aid but is cut off yet again. 

"Jungkook I don't need any lip from you either" he says authoritatively while walking away to busy himself with a task in another part of the store. "Yes sir" he mumbles, bringing his head down and slightly pouting. I swear if he was a bunny I would see his floppy little ears start to droop.

"Sorry Kook, but what was it you wanted to ask me? Maybe we can still do it after I get off?" I offer, giving him a soft smile. He looks at me, still a little sad but I can see a little glimmer of hope coming back. "Well I wanted to see if you wanted to have a picnic or something since our friendship anniversary is coming up" he says returning the soft smile I'm giving him. 

"Has it really been another year? How many does that make now?" I say in surprise. "Fifteen!" he answers, satisfied with the answer and feeling proud of how long we've known each other. "I can't believe it's been that long!" I say starting to reminisce about all the memories of our many adventures together. 

"Yeah but I guess having a picnic late at night isn't as fun as it would be during the day" he mumbles, drooping again. "I've got an idea!" I say with a mischievous smile. "Really? What is it?" he questions, interest peaked. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about any of it. I'll take care of everything! The only thing you need to make sure of is to bring a car. You think your brother would let you borrow his?" I question. "I think I could make that happen" he says with an inquisitive smile clearly suspicious of what I'm planning. 

"Don't give me that look!" I say, hitting him on the shoulder. "It'll be fun!" I say excitedly. "I'm sure it will be but usually when you get this excited about things they tend to be illegal" I widen my eyes at his sudden call out. "Shhhh pipe down. I don't need my uncle to catch onto the things I do in my free time" I say slightly panicked.

"I heard that!" my uncle says from the other side of the store. "Plus you're not slick Luna. I've known about your delinquent activities for a while now but it's never gotten serious enough to bring up. Just don't get caught, I'm not about to bail your ass out of jail. Got it?" he warns while coming over to talk to us again. 

"Yep got it" I say nodding my head in agreement. "And that goes for you as well" He says pointing at Grey. "Hey what did I do" she asks, slightly offended. "Don't play innocent with me. I know you're the mastermind behind these schemes half the time" he says nodding towards her. "How do you know that?" she says, crossing her arms over her chest trying to act cool but still visibly surprised at his knowledge of our delinquency. 

"You do realize that most of the time you're hatching your plans in my store? I know everything that goes on in here" he says mirroring her posture, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fair enough" she mumbles, admitting to her part in it.

"Why aren't you giving Jungkook a lecture about all of this too?" she pouts motioning towards him. "Because I know he's smart enough not to get caught and he's also the reason you guys don't get caught 95% of the time" he says clapping him on the shoulder. 

"He's got a point there" Jungkook admits. "Okay okay whatever. The point of this lecture is don't get caught and don't do anything too crazy. We got it. Anything else?" I say clearly ready for this conversation to be over. 

"Yeah, you get back to work! He says pointing a finger at me. "And Grey start paying for the gum you chew or I'm gonna start taking it out of your paycheck." he threatens pointing towards her as well. 

"Don't you already take it out of my paycheck?" she questions clearly done as well, grabbing another box of products to start restocking. "Ya! Don't get smart with me young lady!" he says following after her. "Yeah yeah" is the last thing we hear as they head further into the store.

"Sorry Kook I guess it's time for you to head out" I say giving him a shrug. "That's alright I should probably get going anyways. I've gotta get to class" he says while giving me another kiss on my head. "That's right, Mr. College Man can't be late to art class" I say smirking at him. He rolls his eyes "Love you loser" he yells as he towards the exit. "Love you too weirdo" I respond waving him off. I watch him leave but I can't help but feel disappointed by his departure.

Jungkook is going to the best Visual Arts school in Seoul and I'm so proud of him! He could've left us behind after high school and made friends with the rich kids in his classes but instead he still comes in and hangs out with us as often as he can. We all grew up together and I honestly don't know what I would do without these two. 

Grey on the other hand is trying her hand at producing music. It hasn't been taking off but she's gotten a few jobs here and there working for smaller artists that are just getting started as well. She's been building a portfolio and honestly she's really good! She just lacks the confidence to take the next step. I've been pushing her to try to apply at different schools to get proper training but she doesn't think she's good enough yet and needs to make sure she stands out so she can land a scholarship. Otherwise even if she did get accepted she wouldn't be able to afford it.

Me on the other hand? Well honestly I have no clue what I want to do. I've worked just about every part time job you could imagine just trying to stay afloat. I don't have time for dreams. At this point I feel like I'm just existing, which is a sucky way to live out your 20s but unfortunately that's the life I'm living. 

Growing up I had many different dream jobs that I had thought about. Fashion designer, Makeup artist, Dancer, but at the end of the day like Grey, I've gotta build up my portfolio to really stand out and I just haven't had the time to do any of that. 

Just like I've been encouraging her to take that next step, Jungkook has been the one in my corner. The one who's always had so much hope and confidence in me and my dreams. Whenever I needed someone he was always there for me. He even spent the night in the hallway outside of my apartment just because he still wanted to be there for me even though I didn't want him to. 

Jungkook is one of the only people in this world I know I can trust. Without him I don't think I'd be here today. 

I've gone through so much and when it got to the point where I felt like I didn't want to exist anymore he was the one that brought me back, nursed me back to health and made sure that I was never left alone. He is my safe place and he always will be. 

I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone as pure and loving as him. He's my best friend and my rock. Life wouldn't be as bright and colorful without him.

"Hey lady are you gonna ring me up or what?" I hear an old man say breaking me out of my daydream. "Sorry sir I didn't mean to make you wait, my apologies" I say while giving him a shallow bow. "Yeah whatever just get on with it" he grumbles, clearly not phased by my apology. I ring up his various items which include a couple bottles of soju, a few bags of snacks, a cup of ramen- "Oh and a pack of cigarets" he slurs. 

"Of course sir" I respond while turning my back to grab the ones he selected. "That'll be $20.35" he tosses the money onto the counter while I place all of his items into a bag. "Thank you sir have a good day" I say while he stumbles his way out of the store. 

"Are people always that rude?" the next woman in line says while placing her items on the counter, glaring daggers into the man's back. "Yeah but I'm used to it at this point. As long as they don't get nasty or angry it doesn't really bother me. It's to be expected working in this part of town" I finish off while scanning all of her items. 

"That doesn't make it right" she say counters, clearly upset for me. "It's alright, for the most part I kind of ignore it" I say before telling her her the total. She swipe her card and I hand her the bag with her items once the transaction goes through. "Well for your sake I hope they cut you some slack" she say before walking away from the counter and saying goodbye. "Thank you, have a nice day" I say to her, genuinely meaning it this time around.

"You too kiddo" she says before walking into the outside world. 'Why can't all customers be like that?' I think, having a warm feeling after the interaction. "Yah! Quit Ignoring me. I'm ready to leave" the next customer says sneaking up on me. This is gonna be a long day.

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Class Final Pt.2

Math!Teacher!Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: @chlorineafton ❤️

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Gym!Teacher!Swagger, Counselor!Ted, blow job (m receiving), semi public sex.

A/n 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

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"Mmm, that's it princess." Schlatt groaned. "Take daddy all the way."

Y/n bobbed her head up and down, his hand tangled in her hair. Schlatt started slow thrusts into her mouth, the feeling of her wet tongue against his shaft making his knees weak.

His heart raced as a sheet of sweat formed over his body, Schlatt growled when he felt Y/n rubbing her clothed cunt against his shoe.

"Fuck, Daddy's gonna cum." Schlatt tightened his grip on her hair, his chest rising and falling as he panted. "Ahh- I'm cumming."

The rush of Schlatt's orgasm ripped him awake, he sat up in bed sweat dripped from his topless form. Moonlight dimly lit the room as he looked around, Schlatt stood up and made his way over to the window, looking outside at the cold rain coming down, knocking the red and orange leaves out of the trees.

"Fuck." He groaned, feeling his erection forming just from simply remembering his dream.

Schlatt walked into the bathroom, hopping into the shower to clean off before he went back to bed.

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Monday (Math)

"Alright, since May we've been studying for the final exam, I don't wanna hear about how you aren't ready yet. You better fuckin be, you've had five months to prepare. That's more than enough time."

Y/n raised her hand, catching Schlatt's attention.

"Sir, what day is the test?" She asked.

"This Wednesday, I'll split you up like I did in July. Some of you in the computer lab, the cafeteria, the Gym, so on and so forth."

Y/n nodded, looking back down at her paper. Schlatt couldn't help the warm feeling he got when he had heard her voice, he didn't want her to stop talking. Schlatt rubbed the back of his neck and continued, occasionally glancing over at Y/n

When the bell rang and the rest of the students were out the door, Y/n closed it and made her way over to Schlatt's desk. He looked up, noticing the mischievous glint in her eye.

"What does my princess need? More extra credit?"

She shook her head, slowly moving around the desk and sliding onto his lap. Schlatt wrapped his arms around her and captured her lips in a kiss, it was warm and full of passion.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

"And you, Mr. Schlatt...are one of the handsomest men I have ever laid eyes on."

Schlatt chuckled, planting a peck against her lips.

"Why don't you come home with me tonight, sweetie pie?"

Y/n hesitated for a minute, glancing out the window. She wanted to so bad, spending a night with him would be everything she's ever wanted. There was something inside her, a need to be with him. It felt so right when she was with him, the sudle glances they gave each other during class, the quick kiss before she left for the night, and she came in really early in the morning just so they could be together for awhile before the other students arrived.

"Okay." She said, smiling and glancing down at his lips.

He noticed the look, a smirk spreading over his face.

"What?" He asked. "What is it? You wanna give daddy another kiss?"

Y/n nodded, leaning in and pressing her lips against his.

___

Monday (Counseling)

"How are you doing?" Counselor Nivison asked.

"Oh, I'm alright. Just a little nervous about the finals."

He nodded, looking down at his folder.

"Think your gonna pass it?"

"When do I ever fail?"

"Exactly." He chuckled. "That's the confidence I wanna see. Go in there and grab that test by the ass, show the world you can pass that final."

"That's what I plan to do."

"Do you wanna talk about anything that might be going on in school? Grades...a boyfriend...a crush?"

Y/n blushed red. Did he know? No, how could he...unless he lives in the fuckin walls...

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Monday (Gym)

Y/n and Mr. Souls sat on the bleachers while the other students played basket ball.

"How's Schlatt been treating you?" he asked.

"Great, I'm happy."

"Not pushing too much is he?"

Y/n shook her head, silence falling between them.

"I think Counselor Nivison knows what happened."

"Ted? How could he? No one else was there."

"No...but there's still cameras in the classrooms."

Mr. Souls smacked his palm against his forehead, he thought for a second.

"You're 18 right?" He asked.

"Eric, I'm in college. I'm actually 19."

"Thank God."

Y/n giggled, "You guys couldn't lose your jobs for this could you?"

"If they found out we basically gang banged you over a desk...yeah. but in this collage, a teacher and student relationship isn't against the rules, unless your fucking on a desk."

Y/n nodded, "I hope he doesn't say anything to Principal Kif, I don't even know for sure if he knows. Either way, Schlatt and I are spending time together tonight."

Eric smiled, "Good for you two, I'll keep an eye on Nivison. If he tries to say anything...I'll make him fuckin regret it."

___

Ted watched as Y/n pulled her bookbag out of her locker, Schlatt walking up and discreetly kissing her temple.

"You ready to go, princess?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, taking his hand as they headed for the door. Ted went to fallow them, but Eric came out of nowhere and pulled him into the science room.

He closed the door, and slammed Ted into the wall. Yeah, Eric was shorter but he was still intimidating. The counselor swallowed the lump in his throat, fear setting in.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eric growled.

"How was she?"

There was silence between them for a moment, before Eric broke it.

"What?" He asked, sounding stunned.

"I've dreamt of how she'd feel, how she'd sound begging for me."

Eric lowered his brows, "You wanna fuck Y/n?"

Ted nodded, "Do you have any idea what it's like? Sitting in my office with her, those beautiful eyes looking to me for guidance, putting her trust in me? Letting me know some over her most deepest secrets? Ive wanted to feel her for so long, and now...Schlatt has her in his grips."

Mr. Souls patted his shoulder, "I think we can work something out."

___

"Welcome to my home." Schlatt said, opening the door for Y/n.

She walked inside, dropping her bag next to the door. Her eyes wandered, surprised at how comfortable his house looked, it made her feel calm.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's so you."

Y/n turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss. He hoisted her up onto his hips, pressing her back into the wall. Y/n groaned when she felt his erection through his pants, she ran her hand between them and started palming at his cock, making his breath hitch.

"Fuck, I need you." He growled, pushing her dress up and smirked when felt she was wasn't wearing panties.

Schlatt rubbed slow circles against her clit, trailing hot wet kisses down her neck. He slipped his fingers into her, while still abusing her clit with his thumb.

"You're so fuckin wet, sweet pea." He whispered.

"N-need you."

"Yeah? You want Daddy to fuck you?"

"Mhm, p-please."

With a dark chuckle, Schlatt pulled his cock from his trousers and lined himself up with her. He gripped her hips, slowly sliding past her entrance.

They pressed their foreheads together, both letting out a strained moan as he bottomed out. Y/n pressed a feather light kiss against his lips, telling him she was ready.

Schlatt started with slowly thrusts, their breathing in sync as he went faster. Y/n buried her face in his shoulder as he rutted into her.

"Such a pretty girl." He whispered. "Gonna make you fuckin cry."

"P-please, don't stop."

Schlatt smiled, her words making him go harder. His hand returned to her clit, rubbing tight quick circles against it.

"You like that? Huh? You like it when I fuck you like that?"

"Mhm, I- ahh! Please! More, I need more!"

Schlatt pulled out, pushing her to her hands and knees, getting behind her and pressing her head to the floor.

Schlatt thrusted back into her, keeping up his relentless pace. His fingers worked magic against her clit, making tears stream down her face and soak into his carpet.

"You gonna cum, princess?"

"Oh God! Y-yes."

He smiled leaning over so his chest was pressed to her back, he thrusted as hard and as fast as he could go, eating up every moan and cry she made.

"I- I'm so close."

"Cum for me, let daddy feel you baby."

His words sent her over the edge, Schlatt soon after. He kissed the back of her neck and tucked himself away, rolling her onto her side and picking her up bridal style.

Schlatt brought her over to his couch and laid her down, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

"Ill be right back."

He went over to the door, picking up both their bags and bringing them into the kitchen. Schlatt set hers on the table and rummaged through his, snatching out his phone.

The screen read: One new message from Eric

Schlatt shrugged, typing in his code and going into texts.

Eric: Hey, hope you and Y/n are having a good time. Ran into Nivison, this fucker has some secrets we didn't know about.

Schlatt: what do you mean?

Eric: it involves Y/n, I'll call you later. I got a basketball game to coach for. You two enjoy your night.

THE END ❤️

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[straykidsnerd255]

Hello! I have an one piece if that is ok with you!

Could you kindly write about what would make them short circuit? As in crush/reader does something so fricking cute they just stops working you know?

I am not sure how many characters you take requests for, so I am requesting this for Law, Mihawk and a character of your choice! If that's ok of course!

Thank you for your hard work!

To answer your question about how many characters I do, my limit is 3. I tried doing six and nearly burned my brain. 3 will be the maximum that I will do. Anyway, on to your request! Hope that you enjoy it!<3

What makes Law, Mihawk, and Shanks short-circuit around their crush?

Law:

Everything about you makes this man lose his cool, but the one thing that makes his brain stop working and short-circuit is when you start talking to the small animals that appear at your feet. You never ate a devil fruit but you just seem to attract all the small animals to you. 

He can remember the first time you came back to the submarine with a wolf following after you with its tail wagging as if it were a dog. Law was convinced that you had eaten a devil fruit the first time he had met you because of it. 

Law turned away as you pressed a kiss to Bepo’s cheek and smiled. His face was bright red and he was so not ready to destroy his reputation but he still sneaks a peak to see you smiling and giggling beyond control. 

“Captian, are you blushing?” 

“I will rip your heart and make sure you never get it back again.” 

“Damn. Noted. Sorry, I bothered you, sir, have a great night.”

That night when you both were going to bed, you began changing into your sleepwear in front of him. And Law promised himself that he would never be like Sanji but here he was, watching you take your shirt off and trying his damn hardest not to have a bloody nose. 

“My dear, please put a shirt on before I bleed to death,” Law whispered, keeping his vision secured on the door with his hand over his nose. 

You giggled before throwing on one of his shirts and a part of shorts before jumping into bed and curling up next to Law. 

“My dear, you are gonna be the death of me one day.” He whispered pressing his lips against your neck and kissing the skin.

Another thing that would make this man short circuit is the talk about having a child together. He would bink a few times looking at you like you grew two heads before his stoic look cracked. 

“You want a baby with me?” He would ask, pointing at himself.

You rolled your eyes and nodded your head before pulling him by his shirt and pressing your lips against his in a deep but loving kiss. 

Mihawk:

He won’t admit it but what makes his brain malfunction and stop working is when you wear his clothing, and scold the ghost woman- Perona, and Zoro. 

He loves the way his clothes hang off your body and will make sure that you know it too. 

Believe it or not, Mihawk is very affectionate when he’s around you. He loves to lay in your lap and close his eyes while you run your fingers through his hair. 

 He has envisioned you waddling around with a round stomach and can’t help himself from smiling dreamily to himself. 

When you both got married, Mihawk was insistent on having your honeymoon the very next day. How could you tell your husband no?

The next morning, you woke to the sudden need to throw up. You raced to the bathroom and emptied your stomach and decided that you should take a pregnancy test to be sure. After three tests, and the results staying the same, you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. 

You raced into your shared room with your husband and jumped onto the bed. “Mihawk! Wake up! I just received the best news ever!” You said, shaking him awake. 

When you told him the news of you being pregnant, his hands instinctively pressed against your still flat stomach and a smile appeared on his normally stoic face.

Another thing that would short-circuit his brain, is if he finds you talking to your slowly growing stomach. His heart melts and all he can think about is that small little life growing in your stomach. 

Shanks:

This man is gone if you can out-drink a high-tolerant drinker. He has hearts in his eyes, and his heart is nearly beating out of his chest. 

Another way to get him to short-circuit is if you protect Luffy when he isn’t able to. He wasn’t able to save the young boy from the mountain bandits and wasn’t able to make it to him in time. 

However, that’s where you appear before the beast, your eyes holding so much anger in them that the sea king basically carried you and the sobbing Luffy back to shore. 

Shanks would make sure that Luffy was ok before making sure that nothing happened to you either. After all, you may have just saved his ass from Luffy’s grandfather.

When it comes to something you do that’s cute, well, everything that you do makes this man short-circuit. 

You made him breakfast the next morning cause his lazy ass doesn’t want to make anything? You bet ya.

You made sure that he and his crew were 100 percent ready to set sail the next morning? Yup. 

You gave this giant baby a kiss to make sure he knew what he needed to do in order to come back home? You bet your ass you did. 

Was he a blushing blubbering mess when he asked you out for the first time? He melted. He wasn’t sure how to ask you. But you knew what he was saying and agreed to date him.

“Can I have another kiss please?” 

You stared out the window of the captain's quarter with a soft smile on your lips. You turned to face your husband of two years and rolled your eyes.

“You are such a dork.” You whispered before walking over to him, you stood in front of him and placed your hands on your hips. 

You were very pregnant but a smile still sat on your lips. Uta, your adopted daughter was still sleeping in the hammock near your and Shanks's bed. 

You leaned down the best you could with your very round belly and pressed your lips to his lips in a chaste kiss.

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[shotmrmiller]

MILLER MILLER MILLER

I KNOW YOUR VERY BUSY BUT MY STARVED SELF NEEDS THIS OML

https://youtu.be/ZY1f7E_2iFA?feature=shared

THIS SONG RIGHT HERE GIVES ME THE ABSOLUTE CHILLS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HHHH

My heart fills with a sort if nostalgia, and my stomach fills with butterflies. It's very exhilarating! I can't help but imagine a sort of small drabble of like.. Simon realizing he's in love with you. Nah cuz I ain't no writer but uhmmmm I'm finna Write something and it's gonna be crusty but tbh idrc

Lmao this is turning out to be long even tho I'm writing it on a whim and pulling everything outta my ass-

You and Simon had a sort of tension ever since he got injured on duty about a year or so back.

Since you were the only Medic in the medbay at the time, you were the one to care for Ghosts wounds. Even though he was very cautious on the job, he managed to get himself a gunshot wound to the abdomen. He had lost quite a lot of blood, causing him to be in-and-out of consciousness.

As you swiftly work to get him a blood transfusion, you slip off his mask and pat the side of his face to try and wake him up. He groans with blurry vision and pain.

You attempt to keep him awake with questions, or making him talk.

"Sir, I need your name"

He coughs up a bit of blood, causing you to wince since it splattered a bit on your cheek.

"Ghost.."

"Alright Ghost, I need you to stay awake for me, yeah?"

"I can try, but no promises" he says with a cheeky grin, which quickly dissipates into a painful expression as you work.

"Alright big guy, I need you to turn on your side so I can see if there's an exit to the bullet"

You start pushing him to his side to assist him, and cut his shirt to find no exit of the bullet.

"Alright it's still in there, so I'm gonna need to dig a bit. I'm gonna give you something for pain" you say as you pull out a srynge of fluid, sticking him with it before he can react.

You get the necessary tools ready, and start digging carefully for the bullet. After pulling out a small silver clump of metal, you start sewing him up.

"Here's a souvenir for you"

You hand him the bullet. He chuckles a bit, but not too much.

(That's literally all I can think of as a backstory lmao ik it's lame hh)

Ever since that late night shift at the medbay, you and "Ghost", later on changed to "Simon", had become close. So close in fact, that it got to the point that even if he had a small cut or a very minor scrape, he would make a B-line to your section of the building.

You would always tease him for such things, giving him a sticker of his choice after every visit (And yes, you carry stickers around for him).

For some reason today, you hadn't seen him at all which was out of the ordinary. You found yourself waiting for him throughout the day, but he never showed up.

You mope away to your designated barracks, face saddened. After JUST getting comfortable in your bed, you hear a knock at your door.

You sigh, getting up frustrated to see who the hell it is. You swing the door open in grogginess to be met with Simon standing there with a sort of look on his face, and not a good one.

Lmao cliffhanger because it's 5am and the idea I had in my head was literally just an emotional Kissing scene in the rain when Simon has to go on a mission that he might not come back from, and you both realize you love eachother idk. (That's why I originally came here with the song lmao but I got distracted hhh sorry for wasting your time 😭) btw this was my first time attempting to write something so sorry that it's musty.

-♦️

kissing in the rain!

who cares about backstory! who cares if it's a repetitive trope! if that's what you're wanting your story to be then write it.

honored to be the recipient of your first ever little snippet.

let me give you a hug and i'm saving the song in my playlist.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 11

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You feel like you can finally catch your breath once Lee leaves for work. Even so, what happened in the car lingers. You sit with Hickory, playing with a feather toy, but find it hard to settle down. Maybe it’s because you’re not used to this place, or maybe it’s him.

Why did you say that? 'You just did. ‘It’s all for you.’ You cringe to think of it. You must’ve sounded so dumb.

The kitten tires and you watch him fall asleep. You move him to the cat bed in the corner and go into the bedroom. You want to sleep on the couch but Lee didn’t think it was a good idea. He told you if he found you on the couch, he might have to tan your hide, whatever that means.

You can’t get comfortable, not really. You recline against the pillows and scroll restlessly through your phone. You should sleep. You have to get studying done tomorrow and you never get very far when you’re exhausted. Your motivation to even start is tenuous at best.

Your phone buzzes. A message from Lee. You wiggle and press down before you can think. Shoot, he’s going to see that you read it. You won’t be able to lie and say you were already asleep. You’re not very good at lying anyhow.

‘Still awake?’

A simple message but it feels like more. You shift and answer it honestly. ‘Yes’.

He isn’t long to reply. You almost hoped he’d be too busy with work. You see the three dots pending.

‘Good, you in bed tho?’

Again, an honest answer. And once more, the dots.

‘Naked?’

You almost throw your phone. Oh god! Why– you can’t even think of it. Being naked in his bed. You just stare at the phone, trapped in the decision. Yes or no? Lie or the truth? You don’t know which one he wants.

Your phone starts to shake, more than just a message. You answer the video call but don’t say a word. You’re entirely unprepared for this.

“Hey, darlin’,” Lee greets, “ah, lookit you, getting cozy.”

“Uh, sir, yes,” you sit up completely. “I just… Hickory just fell asleep so–”

“Shh, shh, shhhh,” he hushes you as the chatter of voices babbles behind him. “I’m just taking a break.”

“Oh,” you blink at the screen, seeing yourself in the corner. You can’t see too much of him in the shadows.

“Sweet thing, I want you waitin’ for me naked.”

“What?”

“In the mornin’, when I get in, I’m gonna crawl right in and give you a treat.”

“Lee, sir, I–”

“Now, darlin’, I don’t got time to argue with you. Right? I’m workin’ hard here. Literally,” he snorts, “I gotta be here so I can keep care of Hickory, so you just be good girl for me and be ready.”

“I…” you bite your lip, “yes, sir.”

“That’s what i like to hear, blossom, you get lots of rest,” he smiles, “oh and, don’t be shy with that toy. You wanna make sure you know how to feel good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum and give a frantic nod, burning with humiliation.

“I’ll be thinking of you. Prettiest girl I ever knew,” he makes a kiss noise and hangs up.

You lower your phone to your lap. You glance over at the night table. He left the toy there. You don’t touch it but tug at your shirt. You can only hope he’s too tired in the morning, or forgets all about it.

💮

A waft of cool air wakes you up. The blankets ripple over you and warmth crawls up your legs. You open your eyes and look down at the lump beneath the covers.

Lee’s breath fans over you, making your twitch. He kisses your leg, just above your knee, then higher, and higher. Up and up and up as he pushes between your thighs. You squeak as he opens you to him, his hand trailing along your pelvis.

“Lee!” You squeal as goosebumps prickle across your skin.

He hushes you just before his nuzzles into your warm cunt. His cool tongue dips between your folds and you quiver. You grasp the blankets in tight fists and arch your back. He laps at you hungrily, groaning loudly as he drinks you up. You’ve never felt anything like this, not even with the toy.

He stretches his arm up, tickling your stomach, then cup your chest. He reminds you of your nakedness as he fondles you, purring into you. You gulp and gasp, overtaken by the vibrant sensations.

His other hand tickles along your ass and up your thigh, pushing it against his face. You moan, eyes rolling back as you sink into the mattress. He slips his hand to your hip and suddenly rolls over, taking you with him.

You cry out and sit up, perched atop his face as the blanket falls away from you. He lays flat on his back, hand firm on your hip as he forces you to stay. You twine your fingers into his thick hair as you wobble atop him, lifting the brunt of your weight from his head.

He guides you, tilting your pelvis as he flicks his tongue, spreading it wide, sucking, and tasting. You follow his motion, easing into it, your delight driving your building fervour. Stupefied by your sudden awakening, you can’t stop. You want more. You’re almost there, that familiar peak fast approaching.

He purrs and gropes your ass. He encourages you as he buries his face against your cunt. You feel him moving beneath you, his arm reaching down his body. You flutter your eyes open and peek over your shoulder. He’s playing with himself at the same time.

He urges you to keep going, drawing your attention back with a pinch on your ass. You exclaim and clutch his hair. You rock over him, riding towards your looming climax. You hang your head back and whimper as your motion turns spastic. There it is.

You cum, bucking desperately until you crest the rise. You descend, slowing, rolling your hips as you cling to the after waves of pleasure. Lee turns his face away and puffs out, grunting loudly as he quakes beneath you. He bites into your thigh as his arm pumps faster and faster.

He stills, unclasping his teeth from your flesh. He juts out his square jaw and snarls. He slaps your ass and nudges you off of him.

You unhook your leg from over him and fall onto your ass, hiding behind your bent legs as you hug them. Lee holds out his shiny hand and chuckles. He still wears most of his clothes but his pants are halfway down his thighs.

“Wasn’t that a treat indeed, sweet thing?”

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #au #drabble #series #nightlife #the devil all the time

[chredded-cheese]

Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot

Hi! Anon requested a Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot so here you go :3 Prince!Nico + Knight!Jason

this was made with the help of @multifandom-asexual who came up with Jason's dialogue and like half the plot

Word Count: 1430

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Nico Di Angelo/Jason Grace

Pov: Nico, 3rd person

He’s walking through the castle halls, late at night, unable to sleep. He hears footsteps down the hall and Sir Grace appears around the corner. 

“Oh, uhm, hey Nico!” he says with an awkward wave. 

“Hi Jason,” he replies.

“So, why are you not in bed, mister? A prince like you needs his beauty sleep,” Jason scolds.

He shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to sleep if you’re with me though. Preferably with cuddles…” 

Jason blushes, and Nico grins. “H-heh?! Oh, um, sure!” Jason chuckles awkwardly. 

“Alright,” he says. “Come with me.”

“Lead the way, my prince,” Jason says with a bow. 

“No need for formalities, Jason. Follow me.”

“Yes sir,” Jason grins. Nico rolls his eyes but as he turns down the corridor he grins lightly. When he stops at the door to his room, Jason opens it for him. 

“Thank you, my knight,” he says with a smile. Jason nods and smiles back. Nico loves his smile. He flops down on his bed, Jason still standing awkwardly by the door. “Are you gonna join me or what? I was promised cuddles,” he says with a flirtatious grin. 

Jason blushes. “Are you sure that’s okay?” he says anxiously. 

“Yes,” Nico grins. 

“I- uh- okay,” Jason says and sits gently on the edge of his bed.

“This is not cuddling. C’mere!” he says and pulls Jason to him.

“Neeks-”

“Mhm! Cuddles…” he sighs as he snuggles into Jason's chest. Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair, and he can feel that he’s still tense. “You don’t seem very relaxed,” he says and looks up at Jason.

“Well, uh, what if we get caught?” 

Nico laughs. “I’m the prince, Jason. Nobody can do anything to me, and I will always make sure that nothing happens to you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Jason smiles. Nico feels himself getting tired as he snuggles deeper into Jason’s embrace. 

“Nico? Sir?” 

“Yes?” 

Jason leans closer to him, then suddenly their lips meet in a gentle kiss. Jason breaks quickly, bringing his hand to his lips.

“Shoot. I am so sorry- I don’t know why I did that-” Jason sits up, causing Nico to fall out of his arms.

“Oh! Uhmm,” he sputters and turns away, laying on his back. “Uh, I think that was okay, actually…” 

“C-can I do it again?” Jason stutters as he pulls Nico back to him.

“Y-yeah,” he turns his head to look up at Jason, and their lips meet again.

“Was that okay? I mean, I can leave if you want-” Jason says hurriedly and starts to get up. 

“No! Please don’t leave,” he says and grabs Jason’s wrist. Jason stops and looks back at Nico, anxiety painted across his face. “It’s okay.” 

Jason’s face softens and he lets himself be pulled back into bed. He snuggles back into Jason’s chest and falls asleep sooner than he ever has. 

~~~

Jason’s already awake when Nico wakes up and yawns sleepily. It’s still dark outside his window. 

“Woah,” Jason says.

“What?” Nico asks, still half asleep.

“You’re really really cute.”

Nico can feel himself blush, but can’t resist saying the same. “You’re really really pretty.” 

“No you, my moonlight.”

“No you, my star shine.” 

Jason blushes and hides his face in the pillow. Nico smiles lovingly at him, and Jason peeks from his pillow-submerged fate. Nico grins and cuddles up to Jason again, falling back into slumber. 

~~

When he wakes up again, Jason is gone. Nico gets worried and decides to roam the halls and find him. 

He exits his room slowly, just to find Jason coming around the corner. 

“My prince, you’re not supposed to be up this late,” Jason scolds. 

“I came to find you, my knight. I got worried when I woke up without you by my side,” Nico says playfully. 

Jason blushes. “O-oh. Uhm. I had to patrol the halls, I do this every night.” 

“Well, as long as you’re keeping me safe, my knight,” he says and with a surge of confidence, gives Jason a kiss before dashing into his room. He locks the door behind him and leans against it, blushing. 

“Nico?” Jason’s muffled voice comes through the door.

“I-um thought you were supposed to be patrolling the halls,” he stutters. 

“Well now I want more kisses, my prince,” Jason teases. 

“You should get back to work Sir Grace. Keeping the castle safe and all.”

“The castle can wait, little prince.”

Nico sighs and unlocks his door. 

“Hi Nico,” Jason says and grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hall. “Jason! Where are we going?!�� 

“My room. My bed’s comfier.”

“Jason, I’m the prince. My bed is one of the finest in the castle.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Come on.”

Nico gets dragged along begrudgingly, then notices they’re not going to Jason’s room. 

“Jason, this is not the way to your room. Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see, my moonlight.” 

Nico blushes, flustered. “Okay.” Jason pulls him into a kiss then continues dragging Nico along. He blushes more, then realizes where they’re going. “The roof! I love the roof!” He says, a smile blooming on his face. 

“I knew you’d like it, my moonlight,” Jason croons and brings them to the room. 

“The stars are my favorite,” Nico sighs “they remind me of you, my star shine.”

Jason blushes. “I like the moon…”

Nico gazes at him lovingly, then pulls him into a firm kiss. He whispers very quietly, knowing Jason won’t hear. “I love you…”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, uhm, nothing.”

Jason grins. “Your lips are really soft.”

Nico blushes. “Shut up. Do you wanna dance?”

“Ah. Well, uh- I… don’t really know how to dance?” 

“Then this is the perfect time to learn darling.” 

“Y-yes sir.”

Nico smiles widely, gazing at Jason. “Ok, so uhm, you’ll put your hands here…” he instructs, placing Jason’s hands around his waist “and I’ll put mine around your neck, okay?”

Jason blushes, but nods. “Uh-huh…”

Slowly, Jason seems to get the hang of it as they spin around the roof. Nico starts to hum a tune as they sway together under the moonlight. 

“You’re so handsome, my knight. My star shine.” Nico says lovingly. 

“You, my prince. Not me.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling. You’re very pretty… now let's just dance, okay?”

“I actually meant for us to stargaze…” Jason trails off, looking at the sky. 

“That’s probably a better idea. You’ve stepped on my feet at least twelve times,” Nico teases. 

“My bad-”

“It’s alright darling,” Nico says and lays down at the roof, admiring the clear night sky. Jason lays down next to him, pulling him closer to his chest. “Can I tell you something?” Nico asks tentatively.

“Go ahead.” 

“I think, I uhm, love you…” he says, his face blotchy with blush. 

“Oh!” Jason says, his face starting to match Nico’s.

Nico starts to overthink, thoughts racing. “Sorry, uhm was that too much too soon? I can just go…” he says and starts to get up. Before he can leave, however, Jason pulls him back down. 

“Would this ease your worries, pretty boy?” Jason says, kissing him. Nico kisses him back gently, still hesitant. 

“Kinda.”

Jason frowns and kisses him again with more force and confidence. Nico kisses back with a bit more confidence, but still light. Jason smiles into the kiss, and Nico breaks away, gazing at Jason.

“Hi pretty boy,” Jason flirts. 

“Hi my star shine,” he replies. “Do you see any constellations, my love?” 

“No, but I see you. My moon.” 

Nico grins. 

“Nico?” Jason asks.

“Yes, Jason?”

“Follow me, my pretty boy,” Jason says and takes Nico’s hand, leading him back into the castle.

“Where are you taking me now, my knight?”

“My room. I’m sleepy. Want cuddles.” 

Nico smiles lovingly, squeezing Jason’s hand gently.  “Okay my love. Of course we can cuddle.” Jason smiles back. They arrive at Jason’s room, and Nico is eager. “It’s cuddle time Sir Grace!”

“Yes Sir,” Jason says with a bow. Nico grins. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling me off for being formal.”

“Hmm. Fair enough. Just tired I guess.”

Jason climbs into his twin-sized bed, making a grabby motion. “C’mere.” 

Nico squeezes in next to him and snuggles into his arms. 

“My pretty prince,” Jason says, kissing the top of Nico’s head. “Goodnight my moonlight.”

“Goodnight, star shine.”

Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair as he holds him. He gives Jason a quick kiss before snuggling back into him and drifting to sleep. 

“How are you so cute?” Jason whispers and holds Nico’s face in his hands.

“Jason, I am trying to sleep. Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

#nico di angelo #jason grace #jasico #royal au #jasico royal au #prince!nico #knight!jason #prince nico #knight jason #guard jason