#Nick miller x black reader
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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)
Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader
I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.
AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!
MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist
Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.
That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.
Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.
Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.
“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.
“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.
“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”
You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.
“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”
The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.
They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.
“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.
“They’re house pants!”
“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”
He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.
Excitement aside.
He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.
He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.
You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.
He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.
Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.
Or at least tied to.
God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.
On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.
It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.
Hell, even at this moment.
You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.
He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.
He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.
You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.
Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?
You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.
“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.
Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.
“Nick?”
“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.
Solid cover dumbass.
He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.
“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”
“N…no.”
Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?
“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”
You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.
His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.
He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.
“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.
You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.
“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”
Oh fuck…
You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”
“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”
“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.
He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.
No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.
While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.
But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.
You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.
If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.
You just needed some fucking time!
Nick found a documentary about gorillas.
Nice!
As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.
He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.
Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.
Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.
But it was making it worse for you.
You could hardly concentrate.
After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.
The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.
He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.
It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.
“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”
You snapped around to face him with a glare.
Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.
Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.
“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”
Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.
Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.
Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.
Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.
Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.
You both were so fucked.
A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.
Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.
You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.
Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.
Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.
Thank, God!
You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.
You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.
Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.
Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.
“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”
You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.
The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made
The door clicked and you both froze.
“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.
Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.
“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.
You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.
“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”
“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”
“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.
“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.
Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.
He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.
“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”
“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.
“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”
“Bu—“
“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.
He was really mad at you. . .
“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”
“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.
Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.
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“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.
You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.
His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.
You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.
“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.
“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.
You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.
Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.
“Your doing so good baby.”
His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.
You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.
His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.
“Touch me” You moaned softly.
He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.
“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.
He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.
“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”
His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.
He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.
“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.
You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.
“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”
“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.
“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”
His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.
He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.
“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.
The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.
Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.
“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.
“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”
He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.
He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.
“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.
“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.
“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”
It was what you two did.
When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.
You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.
“Well you're a natural.”
“Nick we gotta—“
“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”
“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”
“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”
He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.
“I'm not done with you yet.”
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When you get into a fandom but 99% of the fics are fem and are unlabeled or untagged
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Hi!! I want to start writing for different characters in my free time, so i guess this will be my request page just leave a comment (OR advice about writing. That would be so helpful too!)
I will NOT be writing smut because I’m terrible at it! So thats just a warning.
These are characters i could write about
Marvel (the avengers mainly):
Bucky barnes
Tony stark
Steve rodgers
Peter parker
Natasha romanoff
Bruce banner
Thor odinson
Loki laufeyson
Wanda maximoff
Pietro maximoff
Steven grant
Marc spector
Jake lockley
Scott lang
Criminal minds:
Spencer reid
Aaron hotchner
Derek morgan
Penelope garcia
Emily prentiss
Jennifer jareau
Elle greenway
The maruraders:
Remus lupin
Sirius black
James potter
Glimore girls:
Luke danes
Jess mariano
Dean forester
Tristan dugray
Dave rygalski
Lorelai gilmore
Rory gilmore
Sookie st. James
Lane kim
Friends:
Joey tribbiani
Ross geller
Chandler bing
Rachel green
Monica geller
Phoebe buffay
Mike hannigan
Teen wolf:
Stiles stilinski
Scott mccall
Issac lahey
Derek hale
Theo reaken
Liam dunbar
Malia tate
Lydia martin
Allison argent
Kira yukimura
Other characters:
Nick miller
Carl gallagher
Steve harrington
Robin buckley
Damian wayne
Dick grayson
Bruce wayne
Jason todd
Clark kent
Peeta mellark
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Can you do like more big reader things? Like we need more big reader stories! 😔
Look At Yourself
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X plus size/chubby Female Reader
Synopsis: After going to a party with Chris, Y/N’s feelings are hurt, and there’s nothing like a bathroom pep talk that won’t fix it all!👥
Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTT. I’m not a Chris girl, so idk why I be giving it my all when it comes to smut for him. I haven’t posted in 6 days, so I had to eat this one up. Hope you enjoyyyy
Song for the imagine: Objects in the Mirror- Mac Miller
⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️
Someone like you is so hard to find
You can open up your eyes, or you can walk in blind
All I ask is that you hurry, I won’t hurt you
Don’t your worry
“You, me, music and drinks….sounds like the best time ever” Chris replied brushing his hands through my hair
“That does sound like lots of fun” I say looking over my shoulder at him
“Atta girl” he said tapping my chin with a closed fist
“Are Nick and Matt going?” I asked as I folded the laundry
“Of course they are” he said helping me fold
“Oh perfect so when you ditch me I’ll have them” I said looking at him again
“What? Me ditch you? Never” he said raising his brow at me
“Mmm I don’t know Chris….you tend to wander off and leave me stranded” I said
“Okay that was like one time” he said scoffing
“Mmm more like three times” I said giggling
“Whatever. I mean if you plan on wearing that black dress I bought you I won’t leave your side. Your ass looks so good in it” he said biting his lip
“You creep” I said throwing a shirt at his face
“HEY” he yelled throwing himself over the laundry basket to tackle me
“Chrisss get off” I said laughing
“NEVERRRR” he yelled holding me down
“STOPPP” I yelled giggling as he kissed all over my face
“I can’t my love for you is too strong” he said kissing my face aggressively
“Well put the love away” I said pushing him back
“Fine fine” he said backing off and pulling me up with him
“I love you so much” he said winking at me
“I love you more” I said tapping his nose with my finger
“Go get ready I’ll finish the laundry” he said
“Are you sure?” I asked him
“Yes babe I’m sure” he said shooing me
“Okay thank you baby” I said kissing him and hopping off the bed
I had spent the next two hours getting ready, and now it was time to get dressed. A moment I was dreading. Chris had got me this beautiful black silky dress a while back, and I never wore it. One day he went snooping through our closet and found it again, and began begging me to wear it. I finally gave in and said I’d wear it at the next event we would go to.
I didn’t expect an event to pop up so soon, and wish I bit my tongue making that promise. Don't get me wrong the dress was stunning, but since getting it for me I put on a little more weight, and I wasn’t happy with the way it hung to certain parts of my body.
Chris worshiped my body every damn day, and he never made me feel less than what I am. However that didn’t change how I felt about myself in my head. I mean I always knew I was a bigger girl, but when Chris started dating me his “fans” made sure I knew I was a bigger girl.
I mean I was very comfortable in my own skin and loved myself, but I often had those days of wishing I looked different, and not understanding how Chris picked me out of everyone else. He always told me that he didn’t care about what I looked like on the outside, and that it only mattered what was on the inside. But some days it was hard to believe that narrative.
“Babe, do I have to wear the dress?” I asked looking at Chris
“That was the promise wasn’t it?” He said sliding his shirt on
“I mean yeah, but I don’t know” I said looking over at the dress hanging up
“Don’t know about what?” He said furrowing his brows
“I mean it’s just….Ive put on weight since you got me that dress” I said looking at him
“So?” He said tilting his head at me
“Well it just hangs on to too much, and I feel fat” I said chewing my bottom lip
“Hey what did I tell you about using that word? What does it matter if you put on more weight? We’re in a happy relationship, and plus it means I feed my girl good” he said winking at me
“Yeah a bit too good” I said putting my hands on my hips
“Listen, you look beautiful no matter what. And that dress does not make you look fat okay? But if you don’t want to wear it then that’s okay too” he said coming up to me and placing his hands on my cheeks
“You know what I’ll put it on, and if I feel ugly in it then I’ll wear something else” I replied to him
“That works for me gorgeous” he said pecking my lips
I slid the dress on, and looked in the mirror. I mean it did indeed snatch me in more, but it just accentuated too much of my stomach region, and I wasn’t too happy about it.
I walked out to show Chris and his eyes lit up
“Damn baby that shit looks even better now” he said walking over to me
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better” I said rolling my eyes
“I don’t lie, you know this. You look jaw dropping, show stopping I mean you look so good” he said walking around me
“I’ll wear it Chris” I said looking at him
“If you don’t want to you don’t have to” he said hugging me from behind
“No I’m going to face my fears and wear it” I said nodding my head
“That’s my girl” he said gripping my ass and kissing my shoulder
We had all headed out to the party. To be honest I wasn’t even sure what the party was for, but Chris seemed excited about it.
When we arrived we all made our rounds saying hi to everyone, and Nick and Matt eventually broke off to hang with different people. I stood with Chris
“Enjoying yourself?” He asked me
“Yeah I am. It’s good to get out and dress up” I said looking over at him
“We should do this more often” he said bumping my shoulder with his own
“Mmm maybe” I said laughing
“Oh come on it’s fun” he said glancing at me
“It’s just so formal is all” I said referring to everyone dressed like it was a business party
“Ehh true, maybe we should do more house parties” he said
“That would be fun” I said nodding at him
“It would” he replied
“Hey I’m going to get a drink, want one?” I asked him standing up
“Uh yeah sure” he said looking up at me
“Let me guess…a Pepsi?” I said scratching my chin
“You know me so well” he said winking at me
I rolled my eyes playfully and walked away. Walking across the venue to the bar. The bartender was pretty busy, so I just looked around waving to some people I knew and having quick conversations with those passing by me.
“Good evening, what could I get for you?” The bartender asked over the music
“Hi! May I have a Pepsi and a Amaretto sour please” I said sliding my ID to him
“Sure thing” he said glancing at my ID and sliding it back to me
As I waited I turned around waving at Matt who was just a few feet away. When I looked back the bartender was handing me my drinks.
“Here you go ma’am” he said sticking two straws in them and sliding the drinks to me
“Thank you! How much?” I asked him opening my wallet
“Oh it’s an open bar” he said laughing
“Oh cool” I said nodding at him and smiling
I grabbed the drinks and headed back to our table. I was shocked to see a bunch of Chris' friends sitting with him. They were all laughing and I slowly slid in next to Chris handing him his drink
“Thank you babe” he said looking at me
I nodded and took a sip of my drink listening in on their convos as I looked at them.
“Are you drinking?” One of them asked me
“Uh yeah” I said laughing
“I mean should you be drinking?” Another one asked
“I’m 21, so legally I can” I said laughing
“Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean you should” the other one replied
“I’m sorry? What do you mean” I said furrowing my eyebrows
“Well, aren't you pregnant?” He asked pointing at me
“What? No, who said that?” I replied
“Oh well you just got a little bigger since the last time I saw you, so I assumed Chris knocked you up” he said laughing
“What? That’s such an asshole thing to say” I replied
“I mean not really….I guess you’re just fat” he said laughing
“Yo? What the fuck man. Are you okay in the head? Who do you think you are insulting my girl? You should know better than to ever say shit about a woman’s weight” Chris said looking at him
“I’m sorry man she just looked pregnant” he said throwing his hands up in defense
“Whatever” I said sternly and slammed my cup down
I grabbed my stuff and stood up
“Babe don’t go” Chris said
“No it’s fine” I said looking back at him
I walked away from the table and found Matt and Nick near the bar, so I walked over to them.
“Y/N” Nick said smiling at me
“Hey guys” I said
“Where’s Chris?” Matt asked
“Oh he’s catching up with some friends and I didn’t want to be a bother” I said nodding
“Ahhh got it” Matt replied
I was talking to them for a total of 10 minutes before Chris came up to us.
“There you are” he said smiling at me
“Left your friends?” I said smiling at him
“Yeah a while ago….they uhh were getting on my nerves” he said looking down at me
“Yeah I wasn’t the fondest of them” I replied
“Me neither” he said wrapping his arm over my shoulder
“Say want to step out real quick?” He asked me
“Umm yeah sure” I said looking up at him
We waved bye to Matt and Nick and walked out of the venue
“Listen don’t even think about what those assholes said” Chris replied stopping us
“I mean how can I not? Pregnant? Chris do you know how big I have to look for others to think I’m expecting” I said scoffing
“They’re just assholes who have childish minds. I promise you you do not look pregnant” he said grabbing my hands
“Chris yes I do okay. Stop lying to my face. I’m fat and ugly and you just feel pity towards me” I said rolling my eyes
“STOP IT OKAY! Stop telling me HOW I feel….that's not how I feel” he said gripping my hands harder
“You’re just being nice” I said looking away
Chris scoffed and let go of one hand. He looked around and spotted a restroom. He dragged me behind him as he stomped to the bathroom
“Why are we in here” I said finally pushing him off of him
“You’re not listening to me. I love you for you. I do not care what your body looks like, and I’m sick of you telling me how I feel because it’s wrong” he said looking at me
“Chris, how can you not care? I’m so much bigger than you and your friends are pointing it out too” I said getting annoyed
“Those aren’t my friends. Anywho who makes fun of any woman, especially my woman about their body, is no friend of mine.” He stated
“Whatever” I said stepping away from him
Chris grabbed me and walked towards the mirror
“Look at yourself” he said standing behind me
“No” I said looking away
“God dammit Y/N I said look at yourself” he said sternly grabbing my head and forcing me to look at my reflection
“You know what I see when I look at you?” He asked
“A disgusting sloppy loser” I said with a straight face
“NO. I see a beautiful intelligent woman who cares about everyone else but herself….a woman who’s so kind to others but says the most vile things about herself. You only have one body and one life to live. Stop wasting it by hating your own skin” he said shaking his head
“Chris, it's hard, okay. To constantly be reminded that I’ll never be thin and perfect like all those other girls. You’ll never know what it’s like to look in the mirror and wonder why you picked me” I said shaking my head
“Who cares about those other girls? I care about what’s in front of me, and what’s in front of me is you” he said looking at me with sad eyes
All I could do was shut my eyes and let a shaky breath out
“You’re so beautiful, and it kills me that you can’t see it” he said
Chris moved my hair over my shoulder and began to lay kisses on my left shoulder. Slow open mouth kisses causing my breath to hitch in my throat.
With his left hand he slid the strap down moving his kisses up to my neck and behind my ear
“Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned out tilting my head to the right side
“Shhh” he said running his left hand up my waist
He moved to my right shoulder and began kissing up my neck causing me to bite my bottom lip.
“We…we shouldn’t be doing this” I stuttered out
“Says who” he replied against my skin
“We could get caught” I moaned out
“Well then we better make it fast” he replied with a smirk
Chris’ hands went up my waist and to my breast squeezing them through the silk fabric
“Fuck Chris” I panted out letting my head fall back on his shoulders
“Shhh pretty girl I got you” he said kissing my ear
Chris slid the tight fabric up my body exposing my lower half
“Christopher we shouldn’t” I said grabbing his hands
“But we are” he said pushing my hands away
He ran his hands along my breasts squeezing as he kissed and sucked on my neck. His hands slowly grazing down my torso to my stomach.
“No” I said grabbing his hands and snapping my eyes open to look in the mirror
“No?” He said furrowing his brows
“I mean no not here, but yes” I said breathing heavily
“I think here is perfect, so you can look at yourself in the mirror” he replied licking his lips
“I’m not doing that” I said
“You’re going to look at yourself in the mirror, and watch me finger you giving you exactly what you want. Pulling an orgasm from you like it’s nothing. You’re going to watch your knees go walk as you fall over making a mess in my hand…got it?” He said whispering into my ear causing me to shudder
“Yes yes” I panted out
“Now look at yourself” he replied
I looked at myself in the mirror. Flat against Chris' chest as he stands taller than me. His left hand wrapped across my chest to keep me back as his right hand traveled along the skin of my stomach chasing goosebumps to form.
“Now you have to stay quiet” he said ghosting his right hand in my panty line
“Okay” I moaned out looking into his eyes to rough the mirror
Chris slowly slid his hand into my underwear cupping my cunt. My knees immediately buckling under me
“So soon?” He teased pulling me back tighter and all I could do was moan in response
He slid his middle finger down to my entrance picking up my arousal and sliding his finger back up to my clit
“Mmm so wet for me already?” He replied in a whisper
“Shut up” I said getting embarrassed
“Don’t get shy on me sweet girl” he said smirking
He brought his ring finger down, and with both his middle and ring finger he began to slowly rub my clit. Spreading my arousal around as I moaned out his name
“Feeling good baby?” He asked
“Very good” I said as my chest rose and fell rapidly
He brought his hand back out of my underwear and brought his two fingers to my mouth
“Suck” he said, and I did swirling my tongue around his finger and he removed them from my mouth
“Such a dirty mouth” he said into my ear before placing a kiss to my temple
He brought those same fingers back down to my pussy, and slowly slid his fingers into my entrance. Earning a long moan from me. The stretch of his fingers making me melt like ice cream in his hands
“I know it’s been a while, I’ve been neglecting my baby” he said kissing my cheek as he looked at me in the mirror
“Chris please don’t stop” I moaned out looking at him
He smiled and began to mercilessly pound his fingers in and out of me. All that could be heard was my shallow breathing and the wet sounds coming from my sopping cunt.
“Soo wet for me…you’re such a dirty girl” he said as he he curved his fingers hitting my G spot
“FUCK” I moaned out as my knees buckled again
“Remember you have to stay quiet” he said holding me up again
“I’m sorry” I said weakly as my mouth hung open
His fingers fucking into me at such a rapid rate his palm was hitting my clit in such a delicious way, and the sounds coming from my wet cunt we’re making me even more wet.
“Making such a mess for me, and I fucking love it” he said in a gruff tone
“Chrisss” I moaned in a high pitch tone
Chris switched between rubbing my clit and fingering me at a fast pace bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.
My head fell forward as my jaw fell slack. I hadn’t realized I was drooling on Chris till he spoke
“Look at yourself pretty” he cooed
I lifted my head back and saw the string of saliva connect from my mouth to his arm as I locked eyes with him in the mirror
“Wow…my fingers have you this dumb you’re drooling all over me?” He said as his fingers moved faster
“Shit shitttt” I moaned out as I clenched down on his fingers
“You gonna cum?” He asked pouting at me through the mirror
“Please Chris…please I need it” I said
“On one condition” he said biting his lip
“Yes please god yes…what is it” I said moaning
“You have to say I am beautiful and I am loved” he said
“Chris no” I whined out
“Then no organs for you” he replied slowing down
“NO NO PLEASE, okay fine” I say moaned out batting my lashes at him
“Well then go on” he said picking the pace up again
“I am beautiful and I am loved” I said looking at myself in the mirror
“There we go” he said kissing my cheek
Chris began to rub my clit with his thumb as his fingers pounded into me
“IM GONNA CUM FUCKKK” I moaned out as I began to shake against his chest
“Come on baby you got this” he said kissing the back of my head
“Chris Chris I’m cumming” I moaned out
My thighs began to shake as my knees gave out causing Chris to hold me up. My jaw fell slack as we held eye contact in the mirror as my orgasm washed over me.
“Oh my god” I moaned out repeatedly as I came all over his fingers
He helped me ride out my high before removing his hand from my underwear. I slowly regained my balance and slid my dress down leaning onto the sink counter for support. Chris licked his fingers clean as he watched me in the mirror
“Sooo good” he moaned out
“Fuck Chris” I said still trying to catch my breath
“I told you baby you’re the only girl for me, and watching you shake and cum all over my fingers gets me going” he said smacking my ass
“I’m sorry Chris” I said standing up
“There’s no reason to be sorry. I need you to see how perfect you are and stop comparing yourself to others” he said washing his hands
“I will…thank you Chris I love you” I replied
“I love you too baby” he said drying his hands
He pulled me in for a hug and when we separated he kissed me for what felt like forever.
“I say we Uber home and finish what we started before Nick and Matt figure out we left” he said winking at me
“Okay” I said biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl
We headed home, and really took care of business. I don’t even think Nick and Matt realized we left them behind….
The End
Yallll I’m sorry for being gone for 6 days LMAOO, but now that the holiday season is over it’s time for me to get to work on these stories!😋 I love yall so much and hope you enjoyed this one!🥹🖤
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Oh man I knew this day would come, I finally have to make seprate masterlists for some fandoms, this main post is too massive now! Masterlist's below the cut <3
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Love and Friendship
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: Joel drives you and you friends home.
Warnings: Mentions of drinking and getting drunk, brief mention of cheating and bad relationship not with reader or Joel, but her friend. Joel being respectful as hell.
Immersivity: Reader is fem and drinks
Written for the @swiftiscruff fic exchange! This is dedicated to every single one of the people in my RomanaVerse discourd server, in no particular order.
Lila, Angie, Kit, Kate, Katie, May, Tara, Winnie, Alicia, Del, Whitney, Dolli, Fen, Haru, Ivy, Mickyla, Pimo, Soup, Olive. Thank you to all you guys who have been supporting my work for years or few weeks. I love you all. If i somehow missed your name its just bc im silly i swear.
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“JOOOOOOOOOOOEL!!!!”
Joel had to pull the phone away from his head as you screamed over the thumping sounds of the club. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. While you were out with friends, he had spent the evening and into the warm summer night Sarah’s room putting in a built-in bookshelf. She was on a trip with his parents for a few weeks and wanted to surprise her when she got back. Sarah always wanted a built-in bookshelf.
“Shit! I’m so sorry darl’n!” Joel ran down the stairs, shoving his feet into his shoes and grabbing his keys. “I lost track of time, I’ll be there in 10!”
Joel was supposed to pick you up at 1 AM from the bar. It was 1:53, and he wouldn’t get there until the bar closed.
“It’s okay baby!” you didn’t sound peeved at all. “But could we maybe drop off my friends too? Since we’re out anyway?”
He hopped into his car. “Yeah, of course baby, of course. Just stand outside once they close up, don’t talk to no one and don’t go near any cars. Make sure Angie doesn’t wander off with no one.”
You promised to stay on the phone with him until he got there. Joel didn’t like you leaving the bars on your own, too many freaks and perverts out there.
Joel pulled up to find you with your friends standing by the building, and he got out to open the door for you and them. “Sorry the back’s a little messy, ladies, work truck and all- hold on.” As you got in the front, Joel got a blanket from the black and laid it over the seats “There, less dirty.”
Angie, Kat and Lana all thanked Joel, and climbed in the back.
While Joel drove to Lana and Kat’s, you talked to you rfriends about the night.
“I can’t believe you danced with him Ang, what the fuck. He cheated on you three times.”
“I knoooooowwww!” She giggled. “But he’s sooooooo cute!!!”
Kat rolled her eyes with a smile. “Girl he looks like a grown up Big Mouth guy.”
“Nick Kroll?”
“What? No. Like the cartoon guy grown up.”
“Yeah, the weird Big Mouth kid was modeled after Nick Kroll so that’s just Nick Kroll? And he’s hot??”
Kat groaned, sinking down into their seat. “No, not Nick Kroll, the one voiced by John Mul- wait, you think Nick Kroll is hot?”
The conversation continued with Angie trying to justify how she wants to give Jake ‘Just one more chance!’
Finally, you turn to Joel. “What do you think, baby?”
Joel sighed, and shifted in his seat a bit. “Well, it ain’t none of my business, and I shouldn’t really git involved…”
You smile at your boyfriend. “But you have an opinion anyway.”
With a good natured huff, he lets it out. “It’s just that Angie, I think you’re a nice gal, and if I may, respectfully, easy on the eyes and I think you could do better than a 30 year old still trying to get his rap career off the ground and looks like a naked mole rat.”
The truck erupted in laughter, including Angie,at Joel’s half-roast, half compliment, and he smiled softly. He liked your friends, and he wanted them to like him too.
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First up was Kat and Lana. Lana was quite drunk so Joel put the truck in park and helped Kat take her girlfriend inside. Once through the door and up the stairs and safe, Joel said goodnight and locked the door as he left.
Angie was asleep by the time he was back.
“She alright?” He asked about your best friend.
You mumbled, tired but with a smile. You had a great night, and loved your friends very, very much. “Yeah, she didn’t drink that much. She’s just not used to being up this late”
Joel hummed in recognition. “That’s right, she works the early shift. She’s probably up at like what, 4 AM?”
Turning to him with a bright smile, you giggle a bit. “How do you remember that?”
He shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Angie’s usually the first to leave, so it makes sense.”
You can’t help beam at him, streetlights periodically illuminating his pretty face, strong nose, full cheeks. Your friends mattered to you, them and Joel and Sarah were your everything. So many times, you hear of women whose friends hate their man and vice versa, how there was contention. Hell, Angie’s stupid ass ex never wanted her to hang out with your girlfriends, saying you and them were bad influences, accusing Kat and Lana of trying to sleep with her, etc etc etc. Joel was never like that.
From the beginning, Joel was respectful, kind, and welcoming to your friends and family. They were welcome over any time, and sometimes came over when you weren’t home to wait for you. You trusted them with Joel and Joel with them. He’d always offer to BBQ something on a warm day, or make you drinks. Slowly, as he’s gotten more comfortable, your precious, shy man has been joking around with them, which makes you smile. Joel was more nervous than he let on a lot of the time, hiding his anti-anxiety pills from you for months after you moved in. Still, he always welcomed your friends and in return they were respectful of his space and self.
Pulling up to Angie’s, she’s sleeping like a baby.
“You’re gonna have to carry her and put her to bed, ain’t noth’n wake’n her up once she’s out.” You are about asleep yourself, leaning against the window.
Joel bawled. “I can’t do that!”
“Sure you can, have you seen your arms? Jacked.”
“No- I mean-” He sighed. “I can’t take a drunk lady to her bedroom, it’s indecent!”
“Well she ain’t sleep’n in the truck, c’mon I’ll walk with you.
Joel sighed again but agreed. Walking around the truck, he unbuckled her, scooped her up and carried her to where you opened your door with your spare key. You guided your boyfriend to the bedroom and excused himself to get her water. There was no way you were gonna be able to put her in pj’s by yourself, so you just unzipped her dress to give her room to breathe and took off her strappy heels. You put fuzzy socks on your feet, the aloe infused kind she loved and covered her in her blankets.
A knock on the door. “She decent?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
Joel placed the glass of water and an Advil on the counter and a trash can by the bedside and said he'd be in the living room.
You sit by your friend’s side, just for a moment, stroking her hair, admiring how pretty your friend was. Beautiful woman, beautiful heart. Your best friend.
She murmured your name. You took the opportunity to sit her up, making sure she drank some water. “Yes babe?”
“I like Joel a lot.” Angie yawned. “You should keep him.”
You chuckled. “He can’t escape me if tried.”
*
Once she was asleep again, you walk out and take Joel’s hand, wrapping your arms to hang off his. Joel opens the door for you, and you slide into the middle of the seat, snug against him when he gets in the driver’s side.
“Seatbelt.” He reminded you, you mutter ‘blah blah blah’ but he reaches over you and straps you in.
“Love you.”
“Love you too, darl’n.”
You drive down the road, Joel taking the long way home just so you could watch the night sky together. His truck rumbled and vibrated and bounced, but his arm around your shoulder steadied you.
“They like you a lot. My friends.”
“I like them too. And baby, I ain’t try’n.”
You look up at him. “Hm?”
“To escape.” Joel kissed your forehead tenderly. “Heard what you said to Angie, and I ain’t trying to escape. Not in a million years.”
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due to everything happening, this will be my last fic for a little. If you know my other writing formates, I will be updating there a bit here and there but with everything going on I think it's best to keep things quiet for a min. the timing is fitting, as I have a lot of projects to do before school finals.
Then, I'll be backand raring to go again! I think a break will do me good.
I love you all dearly!
No tags bc given everything, I don't wanna draw attention from myself to anyone else. Don't feel like you gotta reblog this one, I would suggest you don't to avoid the heat.
Hugs, and thank you to everyone whose supported my writing for the last 3 years.
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god i love you
chris sturniolo x reader
matt sturniolo x oc
sturniolo triplets x reader
warnings : smutty smut !!! mentions of weed and nicotine, 18+ . profanity
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reader , maggie, and the triplets have a beach day
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i dig my feet deeper in the sand , feeling the warmth hug my body and the soft grains scratch my bare skin. with my fingers sprawled out over the blanket i throw my head back in comfort , feeling the warm sun kiss my face as i lean back .
the sounds of a faint mac miller song humming in the background flood my ears .waves crashing to the shore , painting the sand white with its foam . i can hear chris giggling with matt and nick desperately trying to explain himself with whatever waffle he’s spewing at this moment. mags , my bestfriend, matt’s girlfriend, just sat playing with his hair laughing with them.
in my own world , i open my eyes finally, take a puff of my vape and grab my phone from my lap . opening the camera app and snapping a photo of the scene infront of me . a clear blue sky , my four best friends, boyfriend included , all laughing , their hair being plastered across their face ; brunette and blonde waving along with the wind .
i subconsciously decide to get up and immediately strip out of my oversized t-shirt i stole from chris . a black two peice caressing my curves and hugging my waist .
“chris” i call out to him throwing the t-shirt on the blanket we all sit on , large volcanic rocks holding down the corners . ”can i have my bobble babe?”
“uh yeah of course” he says after trailing his eyes down my body , before going into his joint tin and grabbing the bobble .he keeps it for me along with two joints , a lighter , a chewing gum and a polaroid of us together in matching fresh love , laughing while we jokingly do the doggy style position . his favorite photo for obvious reasons .
maggie gets where i’m going with this and mirrors my actions from before , stripping off and putting her hair in a clip , kicking her slides off and throwing her vape and phone down on the blanket .
“woah what’s happening ? i feel like i’m about to get a lap dance or some shit” nick exclaims , fake fear plastered on his face and also getting up .
“we have been at the beach for like an hour and haven’t gone in the sea ? let’s go.” i explain , chris is on his feet taking his shirt off in what feels like a millisecond. matt follows and helps nick up .
“last one in has to buy the bud next !!!” maggie screams before darting off towards the sea , me in tow and chris and matt speeding past us .
“NOT FAIR BRO” nick screams as he starts running throwing his shirt over his head while running and trying to kick off his slides while in motion .
we all run towards the sea , chris ends up falling over face first into the soft sand . i subconsciously stop and help him up , watching him lift his face up , showing his mouth full of sand and eyes closed , mouth agape laughing in shock . i loudly laugh and grab his hand pulling him up running towards the sea again . we run hand in hand still laughing , as we watch nick pass us and matt and maggie absolutely get obliterated by a wave as the meet the sea . nick makes it next and finally stops and sees his brother , covered it sand , struggling to run while laughing and spitting out sand .
me and chris make it to the sea ,both of us mermaid style diving into the sea as soon as we thought it was deep enough .
i plunge into the water , feeling bubbles trail my face and make their way to the surface, before the head reaches the warm air , hair slicked back and salty water running down my neck .
“HOW THE FUCK DID U FALL SO BADLY”
“YOU LITERALLY ATE SAND CHRIS!”
“BAHAHAHA BRO ITS ON YOUR TEETH”
we all take a second to laugh at chris and he just wipes the sand and salt from his eyes while laughing , his shoulders jumping up and down with the movement.
chris swims over to me and hugs me from behind putting his head on my shoulder . we’re not a very affectionate cutesy couple , a specially infront of his brothers , and maggie who is basically my sister . this is very evident when i turn around in chris’s hold smiling . he melted as i put both my arms around his shoulders, interlining my fingers around his neck .
“breathe” i said smiling at him. resulting in his face dropping and confusion being painted on his face . he does as i say anyway tilting his head , before i put both my hands on his shoulders and push him under the water .
i start laughing but quickly get cut off as i feel his hands grip my legs and i am also pulled under the water . we fight under the current of the waves . i emerge from the water first , and watch chris gasp for air as he surfaces. we all laugh and start relaxing in the water .
“i wonder why the beach is so empty today?” matt asks , looking at said beach , maggie narrows her eyes to where her boyfriend is looking before speaking
“probably sharks or something” she says nonchalantly, before furrowing her eyebrows and realizing that’s not so much of a reach .
“your just gonna scare yourself mags” nick says through giggles , looking at the girl slowly move towards matt for safety .
“nah everyone’s at work and school , we have no life bro we’re the only weirdos that don’t have a job” i say before angling my head back in the water , slicking my hair back again , feeling the cold water make its way onto my forehead .
“nah we have a job , just not a boring one . content creators bro . we get paid to hangout” chris says before moving his hand around my waist under the water , pulling us closer . i smile and him and put one of my hands on the back of his neck , playing with his now wet hair .
“i wonder how deep it is here” nick says , looking down into the dark swirling water , squinting his eyes , before meeting mine and raising his eyebrows , knowing i would be the only one to go to the bottom and see .
i took a breath and used chris’s body to lower myself into the water slowly, coming back up and diving down . i squint my eyes underwater and reach the floor , not too deep , watching the clean sand rippling under our feet
while swimming back up i see a blurred chris , and decide to scare the shit out of him and smack his ass under the water , i see him jump slightly, but he finds me and drags me up by my neck gently until moving his hands to my waist and bringing me to surface . i giggle under water , bubbles following my trail upwards before meeting them all and laughing before moving to chris’s back and holding his shoulders to hold me up .
“fully thought that was a fish for a good second” chris says looking back at me to meet my goofy smile .
“how do u open your eyes in the sea bro , my eyes sting just being here” matt days to me while rubbing his eye like a child , fist curled rubbing over his eye in circles.
“i literally feel like i just pored pure salt in my eye , that was a big mistake” i say laughing , rubbing my eyes like matt just was .
maggie lies down on top of the water , matt holds her and runs his hand through her hair .
we stay like that for a while . chris and i giving each other small affectionate touches , laughing and talking with nick. matt and maggie in their own little world .
“dude , do u know when u were younger did u ever like , when u were like seven like i used to like ….. no probably older then that just like i thought i was like really good at swimming and i was like kinda okay but like really i was…..” chris explains , making the entire group stare at him in confusion, before looking at each other , trying to see if anyone understands a word he’s saying .
“like i was pretty really okay but like when i would swim i like was good ….. WOW”
we all erupted into laughter at chris , him immediately getting embarrassed but also laughing, pulling me closer again and placing a small kiss to my forehead ,turning me around to hug me from behind .
“i’m gonna go back i’m freezing and i want my vape” maggie says before doggy paddling away , causing me and chris to giggle
“i’ll come too” matt says grabbing onto her legs and pulling him closer to her
“me too , i feel like i’m gonna get a cold this water is fucking freezing” nick says following behind matt and maggie , leaving me and chris in the water .
“i’m staying , i wanna chill in here longer” chris says looking towards me and smiling
i hum in agreement and swim towards him , wrapping my legs around his waist and putting my arms around his neck .
“hi” he says smiling leaning towards me .
his lips meet mine , the taste of salt lingering in my mouth as i kiss him , the cut on my lip stings but i barely feel it , relishing in chris’s hand moving up and down my thigh .
i pull away “hi” i say before placing another peck on his lips quickly. i put my palm flat on his back to stabilise myself while i run my hand through his hair , pushing his dark curls away from his face .
i put both my hands on the back of his neck and pull him towards me , attaching my lips onto his once again , one of his hands moves to my ass , lifting and squeezing it in one motion , causing me to gasp slightly and open my lips giving his tongue access to mine.
i move my hips on his , causing him to moan slightly into the kiss . i could feel him growing , my core pressed against his , grinding against him .
“chris” i moaned out , digging my painted nails into his back , clawing his shoulders leaving red lines over his muscles.
he grabbed my hand and put my palm over his hardened dick , looking into my eyes saying exactly what i needed to hear .
he pulled his shorts down , then pulled my bikini bottoms down , raising his eyebrows to get my consent he needed .
a nod of my head is all he needed , before lifting me onto him , throwing his head back in pleasure. my face burrows into his neck biting down at the feeling of him inside , leaving a mark where my mouth had been.
we moved together under water , him lifting me , me rolling my hips to the pattern i knew he liked after lots of practice over the year , moaning each other names through sloppy kisses .
after a couple of minutes we both can feel the knot slowly unraveling , thrusts getting sloppy and messy .
“y/n” he whimpered out before getting cut off by me loudly moaning into his neck
“i know chris , me too” i said before clenching around him and moaning loudly against his skin , throwing my head back in pleasure before feeling him release into me .
we both laugh and kiss each other messily , coming down from our high together .
“god i love you y/n” chris says out of breath into my neck as we both embrace each other , him still inside of me under the salty waves .
“i love you too chris” is all i got out before re-attaching our lips in a perfectly paced kiss .
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i have had a awful amount of alcohol so i don’t even know if this makes sense .
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Rooms on Fire: Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader
Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader
Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader
Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.
Extra warnings for chapter: Anal, oral, love bombing, control
This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.
A/N: Every chapter will be named after a song from the spotify playlist. Dont forget to commen fitting songs!!
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NEW OC: Faceclaim, Dev Patel
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There's people running 'round loose in the world
Ain't got nothing better to do
Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid
You need someone looking after you~ Stop Dragg'n My Heart Around, Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks
You were the wife of deities. You were blessed, honored. Holy mother. The Madonna, and inside your womb the savior would grow. All four of them were Gods of different patronage, each with their own abilities and passions.
Francisco was the god of nature. He was the god of all that grew in the earth, the soil. the flowers. He was clairvoyant, but also had a gift of growth. Life. His prayers over you would solidify implantation after conception, keep you and your baby safe.
Benjamin was the sun god, god of celebration, and celebrate he did. Ben’s mood often controlled the weather. Most of the time, regular weather patterns took place, Benjamin’s emotions could change them, and he was prone to big emotions. That’s why him and Francisco worked so closely together. Weather and nature, working to keep the crops growing and the people safe.
William was all about duality, you were taught in catechism. God of war, God of medicine. He had the gift of healing, but also impeccable military prowess. This made for a powerful ally and feared enemy. William headed the military and security, but also watched over the medical care.
And Pope, Divine Mothers only child. Pope had the gift of discernment and prophesy. He was incredibly intelligent, and with that came respect. He was not just born into this position, but born for it. God of family, god of passion. You felt that passion so clearly every time his eyes bore into you. He could no more hide it than he could his own beauty.
So why, with all this power surrounding you, did you feel so scared?
Everything just feels so confusing right now. You feel as if you can’t get your head on straight, like everything is whirling. You're married. You might be pregnant. Why was everything so… hard. When Pope waved your bloodied sheet around, he was soon joined by a whooping Ben who took part in the celebrations and dragged Francisco out with him. It was just you and Will.
Naked and shivering, suddenly cold on the cool tile of the altar without the heat of passion to warm you
“Just one minute, I’ll get you dressed once I’m done.” He says quietly, kneeling before you with a wet wipe, gently dapping at your swollen folds. “Damn, really did a number on yuh, huh?”
You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t.
“Well, I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” Leaning over, he presses a kiss to the top of your puffy parts and gets up, helping you down with a hand. He slides the dress back over you. William was gentle as he caressed your cheek. “You did so good for us, princess.” His hand moved to your belly. “You’re a good girl, and soon you’ll be full with our baby, I just know it.”
You stand there in shock, unable to exactly form a reaction. The lights were too bright, it was too warm. There were too many flowers and incense and candles and oils… to much. You shut down and Will finishes dressing you: shoes, flower crown minus the ropes of vine. He stuffs your underwear in his pocket with a smile. “My little dividend.”
Jonah was outside the room, laying down on a bench with his cowboy hat pulled over his face.
“Wake up, old man” Will spoke with a bite you weren’t used to.
He mumbled under the hat. “I’m awake, damn. Just resting.”
William nudged you towards where he was standing. “Watch her for the rest of the cocktail hour, then bring her in for the entrance.”
Jonah frowned. “She ain’t going to the cocktail hour with you?”
“What’s the point? She can’t drink. She might be pregnant.”
“It’s her wedding.”
Will rolled his eyes. “She’ll have the wedding shit, this is more of a… stag party. Bachelor party sort of thing.”
You didn't know what that meant. You weren’t sure you wanted to.
“Whatever. I’ll watch her.”
“Yeah. You will.” Williams harsh glare softened as he turned to you, holding your face with both hands. “I’ll see you in an hour, my beautiful bride.”
When he left, Jonah mumbled something and began walking you down the long hall. The place was huge, absolutely massive. The worship chapple and sanctuary were attached to the house, originally built as a pool house but refurbished with the establishment of Delta. Divine Mother wanted her home attached to the sanctuary so she could go whenever she wanted, no matter the weather, so a hall was built on. In addition to the several bedrooms, living rooms and so on, there was a ballroom. This is where you would go after. For now, it seemed, you weren’t needed…
You wanted to go still. You were their wife, you wanted to meet the other members of Delta, you wanted to dance, to laugh, to smile with them… but the day's events left you tired, left you hurting, left you… confused. Why had they all left you so fast, save for Will?
“You alright, honey?” Jonah’s voice barely registers in your ear.
You don’t have it in you to answer, simply staring straight ahead as your breathing picks up speed.
“Hey, darl’n, hey.” He stops outside the kitchen. “What’s go’n on, you hurt?”
How do you even explain it, the panic rising up in you, the fear. Why were you scared? You were married to the gods, there was no safer position to be in. You were safe, protected… so why did you feel so on edge? Why was your head hurting, your heart racing, and why did you feel so used?
You stopped breathing before you realized it.
“Hey!” Jonah shook you, but your eyes felt glassy and unfocused. He pulled you through the swinging kitchen doors.
“Dad, what-” You hear Iris say and vaguely register a third person in the room. Iris stops what she’s doing and rushes to you. “What’s happening? What did you do?”
“Nothing! I got her after the ceremony and this just started!”
You were gasping for breath, the light and airy feeling in your head making everything a little blurring. Still, you register hands on your shoulders, calling your name. “You need to breath. HEY! You hear me? BREATH.”
But you can’t. The panic, all-consuming panic clawed at your throat and tightened your chest. Then, a hard slap.
*SMACK*
Iris slapped you, causing your body to gasp in shock. You took the opportunity to breathe in as much as you could get, and once the oxygen settled in, so did the clarity.
Dizzy, you stumble back and nearly topple over, but Jonah catches you. Careful, he sets you down in a chair. “Easy now, darl’n, breath, breath…” his arms were strong and safe around you, but Iris grabs your shoulders.
“Listen to me.” You look up to watch her, brown eyes fiery on yours. She commanded the room. “You need. To get it. Together. Those men out there-” She pointed vaguely out the door. “Are dangerous.”
“Iris…” Jonah whispers, but when her head whips towards him in anger, he backs off.
“You shut it, you don’t know jack shit about surviving here, especially as a woman.” Back to you. “I don’t care how you feel, I know you’ll probably fall in love because you’ve been so brainwashed, but I need you to understand this.” She leans in. “You need to get your shit together. You need to clean up, you need to get out there and charm the fucking dick off of every single person in that room. The only way you get through this is if you want a very thin line. Submissive but not weak. Obedient but not permissive. Have boundaries but keep them loose and never, ever, try to resist sex. This is no time to be weak.”
Her words barely made sense to you.
They weren’t dangerous. They LOVED YOU. You were their WIFE. But still, part of her words range true; you were the daughter of a traitor, a man who partook in an uprising that caused the death of the Divine Mother, and the other high up members would have their eye on you. You needed to make sure there was no reason to doubt your love for your husbands, nor your adoration of Divine Mother.
“Fuck,” Iris mutters something to the third figure in the room about ‘nothing there’ then stands up. “Jonah, go back to the dressing room and get the make-up and hair products.” It was only then you realized you had been crying, make-up running off your face. “Rey, I need you to help me in here.”
He was tall, about as tall as Jonah but not quite the Millers height. “What do you need?” He began to tie his dark curls back. Iris directed him on finishing the desserts while she took out all the food from the oven for the main dish.
When Jonah came back, Iris set to work redoing your face, making it look as if you never cried, never had a single scared thought. She fixed you up nice and pretty, then left you on the chair to wait for your entrance.
After everything was placed on carts to take out, Iris departed, with Jonah following behind shortly and instructing the other man to stay with you. Iris insists she doesn’t need a guard dog, but Jonah say something about not wanting her alone with ‘those drunk bastards’ if he can help it. You’re suddenly nervous, unsure about being alone with a man other than your husbands or Jonah, but you don’t have a choice.
“They’re a stressful pair to watch aren’t they?” The dark haired man says, pulling up a chair beside you. He turns it around, straddling it before sitting backwards and leaning his arms on the backrest.
You don’t want to be rude, so you give a shy smile without meeting his eye. “Are they… um… is uh…” You realize you don’t know Jonah’s last name, and are unsure how to properly address him to others. You don’t want to seem too familiar when you are a married woman now. “Mr. Jonah, is he Iris’s father? I heard her call him dad.”
He chuckles a bit, and you turn to look at him. With a better view, and clearer vision, you are able to take in his features. He’s handsome, but in a almost boyish way -although you doubt he’s younger than 30. Dark curls are still pulled back, but you’d estimate his hair falls about shoulder length, maybe shorter, as chunks are falling out. Strong nose, brown skin, and bright, brown eyes. Strangely jovial compared to Iris and Jonah.
“Yeah, kinda rare that happens. She’s um… well, they’d had… well I guess it’s not my place to say, but they’ve had some ups and downs. But yeah, she’s his daughter.” He extends a hand. “Reyansh Saha.”
You give him your name. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Saha.”
He laughs again, but it doesn’t feel like he’s laughing at you; it’s too good natured for that. “Just Rey is fine.”
“Oh, no, no I shouldn’t.” You try to protest.
“Ammayi” (my girl) He says with a glint in his eye. “No one here will understand you if you call me Mr. Saha, I promise you. You can call me Reyansh if that’s easier. Or, well, you can call me Mr. Saha if you’re uncomfortable of course” His tone is good natured, but clearly trying to ease you. You feel like a skittish animal, and he’s a good samaritan trying to coax you to some food.
You give a little nod. “Okay, yeah Reyansh works.”
*
You felt like you may have another panic attack.
Pope was on your right, holding your arm with William beside him. On your left arm was Benjamin; Francisco was fidgeting beside him.
“Baby.” Ben whispers to Francisco. “You gotta calm down, you're shaking…”
You watch as Pope turns abruptly at the nickname, but says nothing. Benjamin grabs Francisco's hand, squeezing it three times and giving him a little peck on the cheek before letting go. Francisco smiled, just a little.
You were making your grand entrance as husbands and wife, to the whole of Delta, to stand out on the balcony as the masses gathered below. Jonah instructed you on procedure.
“This is the most dangerous point. I have the entire guard in the crowd, both noticeably armed and plain clothes, everyones been searched before entry and theres no reason to suspect a problem, but-” He turned to you. “Anything happens, a gun shot, something is thrown, a fight breaks out, I am grabbing you and we are going. Don’t argue, don’t worry about them-” He gestures to the men beside you. “My only concern will be to get you to safety. Your husbands are all armed and trained fighters, you are not. You have me, understood?”
There would be no need for concern. As you stepped out, leading your husbands in a v shape through the curtains, a stark hush fell upon the crowd. Thousands of people, thousands, here to see your husbands. Here to see them with their brand new bride, the mother of their child. You were humbled, truly, to be honored in such a way that the god’s dained you deserving. Cheers broke out, no doubt to the flag being raised- your bloodied sheets, signifying that you were indeed a virgin, and had been claimed in the name of the gods. The crowd was adoring; how beloved your husbands were to their people!
You focused your hearing not being all that far away, to try and pick out a word or two, and were surprised with the result.
“MADONNA! MADONNA! MADONNA”
They were cheering… for you.
The priestess stood off to the side, raising her arms to hush the crowd.
“Hail Madonna, full of grace, blessed are you amongst women!”
Then, she kneeled.
Behind her, beginning with the front and sending a wave through the back, the entire mass of people knelt, chanting “Hail! Hail! Hail!”
To both your left and right, all four of your husbands bowed to you.
You were the holy mother. You were Madonna. You would bring about the savior and peace on earth. You were divine.
*
The party went swimmingly. Your new found confidence, it turns out, made speaking to strangers easier. You shouldn’t fear them for being a traitor's child, you shouldn’t feel their judgeful gaze. They should worship you. Not the same as Pope, William, Benjamin and Francisco, and certainly not Divine Mother, but you were blessed.
You never were far from William, Pope, or Benjamin, most moments of the evening were spent with their arms around your waist or holding your hand; you belonged to them.
Pope had pulled you to the dance floor, tender grasp keeping you close as he guided you through the violin music.
“You are just… so beautiful” He whispered, clean shaven face up against your own.
“Thank you.”
“You do understand how stunning you are, don’t you? Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
You tuck your head in his neck, smelling his aftershave; or was it the liquor on his breath? You weren’t sure.
“It’s like you were made for me…”
A gentle kiss. “I was. I was made for you, by Divine Mother’s majesty.”
You could feel him smile at that, hands slowly trailing down your back. “That’s right, made just for me…”
You nuzzle against him, signing contently. He loved you, you were so, so loved… “Made for my husbands”
His smile dropped. When his hands grazed over your ass, he gripped it tight, painful, making you yelp. The noise and crass motion was sure to attract attention, and you turn to look.
Pope grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t look at them, look at me. I am their god, they are nothing compared to us, what we do is none of their business. I could bend you over right now and if I told them to ignore it, to go about the party, they will. You understand me?”
You nod.
His fingers pinch your cheeks. “Your body was made for me, and it’s mine. Understood?” You realize now your mistake. You had said your husbands. Plural. You must have hurt his feelings when bringing the others into it, even if you meant well. You note that special times between you and Pope should remain exclusive. Don’t make him jealous.
“Made just for you” You push past the force of his hold to kiss him on the lips. “I belong to you.”
Popes body language relaxed, his plush lips smiling again as his grip softens. He runs his thumb over your lips. “So beautiful for me…”
*
As you spoke like old friends to a woman you’d never met in your life, Benjamin slid up to you. “‘Scuse me, darl’n, but may I steal my wife away for a few moments?”
The woman bowed her head and excused herself while Benjamin pulled you away.
It wasn’t long before you were out the ballroom, down a hall and into a small linen closet, his hands all over you; frantic, needy, a fully hard cock pressing against your skirt. This was to be expected, and you understood your role. At any time, day or night, busy or not, you were to be available to be filled.
He yanked at your skirt. “Yuh know,” Benjamin said between short pants of breath. “It was my brothers insistence that your dress have blue… he said that- mmphh- it was symbolic or some bullshit, but I think he just wanted his color on you.”
You weren’t entirely sure if that was true, but you didn’t want to make a committal answer so you attempt to kiss back, unsure of the movements still. “Mmm, Benjamin…”
“Call me Benny, darl'n.” He rucks up your skirt, only to find no underwear. He stops, blue eyes looking at you with a steely ferocity. “Will take your panties after he cleaned you up.”
Lie, your first instinct told you. He’s dangerous,lie. But he wasn’t dangerous. He was your husband. “Yes” You wanted him to touch you again, you liked the way he explored your body.
His brows pursed together before growling, turning you around and bending you over a small folding table. “God damn him, and god damn Pope!” Benjamin grunted, making you scared as he flicked your dress up to your waste. “I should’ve had you first!” Ben spits onto your exposed asshole, shocking you a bit.
You try to turn around when you hear his belt being undone. “What-”
“Shhhh” He pushes you back down on the table, freeing his hard cock. You jump when he slides a finger into your tight ring of muscle. It doesn’t feel bad, but not necessarily good, either. He begins to pump, then adds a second finger and you gasp at the intrusion. “Making me fuck’n wait till last-” You hear him spit on his free hand, beginning to jerk himself off as he begins to scissor you open.
“Ben!”
“Relax, baby, I’m not Pope, I ain’t tryna tear you open, you’ve bleed enough for one day.” You swear you hear him chuckle. What is he doing? You were confused, but also beginning to sink into the feeling of him. “They always do this to me, they always make me wait, and wait and wait just because Frank’s Pope’s favorite and Will’s ugh, Will’s older- goddamn” He stops, lining up the tip of his cock to your asshole and spitting a few more times. He was going to fuck you there?! Ben folds over, encasing your body in his warmth as he whispers in your ear. “Not this time, your ass is mine.” With that, he thrust into you, splitting your hole open as you cried out.
He laughs. “Lot louder than when Pope took you huh?”
*
Jonah found William getting a glass of wine and sipping it while watching over the party.. “I gotta talk to you.”
William doesn’t even turn to look. “Fuck off, Hanson.”
Will did not like Jonah, he knew. Their history prevented the same rapport that he had with Santiago, but never the less, he know Will was the one for this request.
“It’s about your precious Madonna.”
With that, Will turned.
*
Benny was insatiable, thrusting into you wildly and grunting with every movement. “So- fucking-tight-god!” He shouts and it takes everything in you not to cry… but that feeling was bubbling up again, despite the discomfort, but that discomfort was slowly slipping into something else.
The slightest moan escapes.
It seems then almost that Ben reminds you’re here, that he’s not fucking a hole in a wall and chuckles. “Oh, you like this, pretty girl? I can make it better, so much better.” He wraps a strong arm around you, toying with that sensitive spot that William was playing with earlier illiciating a much louder moan from your lips.
“God baby, thats it… gonna cum like this, darl’n? Gonna cum with a cock up your ass like the dirty girl I know you are? Yeah, yeah sure sounds like it…” He replies after your sounds of pleasure grow. “Under all this white, underneath that good girl act and that sweet little face, I knew, I just fucking KNEW your little virgin cunt was begging to get fucked, desperate for cock, huh?” His hips begin to falter, growing more sloppy. “Well now you got 4 cocks desperate to fill you up, to put our baby inside you first, fuck, you gonna be able to handle all that?
You can’t even reply, a mess of moans under his body.
He grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him. “ANSWER ME!”
“YES!” You scream, so close to spilling over but not quite there, needy and whimpering for him. “I can take it! I want it! I want you all, all the time!”
“I know, darl’n girl, I know, f-fuck, ugghh fuck!”
Pulling out of your ass, you almost whine for him, whine for more, but he thrusts it into your pussy last minute. The intrusion sends you over, clamping down hard on him as he spills into you. “Yeaahh, that’s it, thats- oh my god, perfect little pussy- fuck!” When he finishes inside you, his warmth is all over you again, staying there for a moment with his cock plugged inside you. “Gotta make sure to cum inside your little pussy every time, no matter how good your ass or mouth feel. Can’t waste a drop.”
He caressing your arm as his body language softens, nuzzling his face into your hair. “So good, pretty girl. So fucking perfect.”
*
“She needs someone looking after her.” Jonah insists. “She’s just a kid.”
Will is dismissive, but behind his eyes hide curiosity. “That’s what you and security are for.”
Jonah signs. “Okay, listen, I’ll be honest here.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“You ain’t fond of me, that’s a given. I get it. But let’s be clear.” Jonah drops his voice low. “Frank’s been mentally checked out all day. He don’t want nothing to do with this. Ben’s a -”
“Watch it.”
Jonah rephrased his next words. “He’s not gentle. He’s not careful, and when he’s high he flat out dangerous, and he buys into this whole delusion and so does Santiago. Santiago is worse, he’s delusional and can flip like a fucking switch. She needs someone to help her navigate them. That needs to be you.”
Will didn’t say anything, but from the way his brows were furrowed, Jonah new he planted a seed.
“Look, here she comes with Ben, she’s fucking stumbling, Will. Go take care of your wife.”
*
It hurt.
It was hard to walk like this, but Ben’s arms were tight around you. You felt strangely safe like this, like he was going to be there from now on.
“What the hell did you do to her, Ben?”
“Relaaaaax” Ben waved off his brother. “She’s fine.”
Will didn’t buy it.
“Pope got her pussy, I got her ass.” He shrugged.
Disgust spread across his features. “You did anal? With no lube? Jesus Ben!”
“RELAX!” Ben raised his hands in defense.
Will hushed him. “That’s enough for tonight, I’m taking you to bed.”
And that was that. Will’s arm replaced Ben’s and quickly guided you out the door again. Once out of sight, Will scooped you right out. “Ain’t having you walk like that, babygirl. ‘Slright, just rest.” And rest you did, clinging to him and laying your head on his firm chest. You felt like you were almost asleep when he laid you on the bed.
Like how he cared for you before, he cared again, undressing you with a gentle strength.
“Lay down, lemme make sure your okay.” The worry in his voice made your heart sing.
“I’m alright, I promise.” You whisper, but spread your legs anyway.
He tsks his tongue. “Poor little girl… you’re alright, but I know it must hurt, doesn’t it?”
You swallow thickly, nervous with his face so close to your core. “Um… it’s a little sore, I guess…”
“I bet… but it wasn’t all bad, was it?”
“N-no, it wasn’t…”
“I can see that…” A thick finger swipes up your slit. “Got all wet, didn’t you? You sure are easy to work up…”
You shutter at the touch, a little achy but still desiring him. How could you not? How could you not want him when he spoke to you so low, so careful? When carried you and cleaned you and dressed you… he was perfect, fucking perfect.
“Poor little girl…” William spoke in a deeper tone, planting a kiss to your clit and making you whimper. “Gotta be at the beck and call for four men… that can’t be easy, but you’ve been taking it so well…” His fingers move up and down your folds, spreading your cum and the new slick trickling down.
“It’s, mmmm it’s my honor to be found worthy…” You sit up on your elbows, curious as to his actions.
“And worthy you are, Madonna.” His lips glazed over your flesh. “Bless are you, among women” His hand on your stomach. “and blessed is the fruit of your womb.” You watch William, knelt before you, hovering with his mouth open above your waiting mound.
You whisper, “Please”
He whispers equally soft. “As you wish.”
When William latched his mouth onto you, it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before, although you can’t say you’ve felt much. His mouth is hot, wet, messy as he licks you, tongue and lips moving in tandem, like a well practiced team with the sole purpose of reducing you to a whimpering mess.
“W-Will, oh that… oh my god-”
But he didn’t stop, latching his tongue to your clit as his fingers entered you, and despite the overstimulation of the day, compared to the large phalluses that had breached your core, his fingers merely provided pleasurable stimulation. His free-hand remained busy as well, taking your private moment to explore the rest of your body. You didn’t understand what pleasure he could find in your thighs, your stomach, or playing with your fingers, but you relished in his closeness, the emotional and physical and sexual intimacy compared to the coldness of the deflowering.
But it had to happen this way, you thought as your hips bucked; William had begun swirling his tongue around your clit, causing a surge in pleasure. This afternoon was a ritual; systematic, calculated, precise. There was no room for intimacy, for love. But you’d seen it now. You’d seen it in the way Pope danced with you, in the way Ben caressed you after sex and praised you, the way Will touched you now… the only thing missing was Frankie.
It wasn’t long before Will had to gushing on his face, crying out his name in a hedonistic moan, a orgasm so blinding that the revelation that you existed to pleasure and be pleasured by these men until you were swollen with child seemed like a gift of godhood itself.
He pulled three more out of you before he was satisfied, making come on his face and fingers thrice before your final orgasm was only singled by an tired “Mmmmmmmph” and your contracting walls. Finally, he pulls back. You can’t see him, eyes too tired they won’t open, but you imagine his beard is glistening with the way he soaks you when he kisses you cheek.
When you’re situated in bed, where you can only assume is your room, you ask Will to stay, ask him to hold you while you fall asleep. He obliges.
You feel dwarfed in his grasp his body so large it makes you feel small, but also secure. You don’t have to be brave, you don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to think or to worry. Everything would be taken care of for you, you’d give birth to the savior and how many other children, and redeem your family name from your fathers betrayal. You would find redemption in this house, right alongside love, family, and maybe even friendship for the first time since you were twelve…
Everything was falling into place.
So why didn’t it seem like Francisco loved you?
*
Knock knock.
“Honey?”
Knock knock knock
“Honey you in there?”
Jonah.
“One moment!”
You open your groggy eyes and take a look around the room, finding a luxurious, long, white robe on the dresser. You put it on, covering your nakedness, and timidly open the door.
“Yes?” Jonah stood before you, gun slung on his hip as usual.
He looks sympathetic. “Sorry to wake you, but Santiago wants to see you, I’m here to escort you.”
Hearing someone refer to Pope as his given name is jarring, but something about Jonah is just… very different. He seemed so serious when talking to you about safety, about making sure only his most trustworthy men watched you and how determined he seemed at the balcony… but it seemed he took everything else so unserious to him.
You didn’t like that he referred to your husband by his name, it was much too informal, but you cared about Jonah, so you don’t mention it.
After dressing, Jonah takes you down stairs. You’re thankful for him, the house is too big for you to know your way yet.
“How you feeling?”
“About what?” You ask genuinely.
Jonah turns to you, a curious look on his face. “About… everything. Yesterday was a big day. A lot happened.”
Of course a lot happened. You were still leaking their cum. “Nothing that Divine Mother didn’t intend.” You say as if its obvious.
He sighs. “Right.”
Pope was waiting outside the door of the intended room. His smile grew when he saw you, walking over to place a hand on your cheek and kiss you. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”
Wife… something so magical about that word.
Pope thanks Jonah and dismisses him, turning you to the doorway and opening it. “I have a surprise for you, bebita.”
When the door opens, you gasp as you’re led inside. Canvases fill the room as did papers, paints, pencils…
“How… how did you know…” You whisper in awe, your heart swelling at the gesture. He loved you, he really loved you and wanted you to be happy here. You were so lucky, so lucky to be adored like this, to be adored by him especially. Pope had worked his way deep into your heart in a matter of days. He was everything to you now, he was your world. You belonged to him, every single inch of your heart, your body, your mind, your faith was him.
“I’m the god of love, I know what mi amada needs… I’ll always know.” He stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, the body that belongs to him, and kisses your neck. “I can’t wait to see what you paint, Madonna…”
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Apothecary - Chapter Six
joel miller x witchy!reader
series masterlist
living in an aftermath, joel tries to hold her together as she falls apart.
warnings | 18+ smut, significant angst, canon-typical violence
wordcount: 4.3K (we were concise this week lol)
a/n | this is a rather insular chapter, and it happens to be one of my favorites so far. feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you think <3
p.s. if i had to offer one song for this chapter, it'd be magneto by nick cave and the bad seeds (yes, more nick cave, sue me)
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“Nothing?”
“I don’t think she even touched the plate, old man.” Ellie huffs, setting the plate of what had been dinner down on the kitchen counter, the plate that Joel had placed in front of the closed guestroom door last night with a quiet plea for her to eat something. But judging by the untouched look of the food, his plea went unanswered.
“Alright, kid, I’ll check on her. You better get to school.” Ellie nods, though she makes no move to leave, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks at him.
“Do you think she’s gonna, like, be ok?” Joel has to clear his throat before answering her, trying to make his voice sound as certain as he can.
“She’ll be ok, kid. It’s just a– a hard thing– what happened. But she’ll be ok, I’m gonna make sure of it.” Ellie offers him a faint smile, her brow still scrunched up in worry.
“We’ll make sure of it, right? I can help too, y’know.” He has to smile at that, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze as he nods.
“I know, kid. You’re right, we’ll make sure she’s ok. Now you better get to class before you’re late– again.” It’s just enough levity for her smile to broaden, her eyes to roll with a huff, and then Ellie’s out the door, and Joel’s shoulders slump immediately.
When he goes upstairs, Stevie is laying in front of the guestroom, swiping her paw under the closed door in what could only be frustration. She and Stevie have been staying with them for a little over two weeks now. It hadn’t been soon after that day he found her in her shop that she showed up in the middle of the night at his front door, wide-eyed and disheveled. She hadn’t known where else to go after someone had thrown a rock into one of the windows of her house. And then, when he had walked her to her shop the next morning, he had been stunned speechless at the words smeared over the door in thick, black paint.
Witch
Slut
Baby killer
She hasn’t left his house since, and she’s barely left the guestroom he set her up in either.
“Darlin? I’m coming in, alright?” He doesn’t wait for a response, knowing now from prior experience that he’d just be waiting forever. Stevie darts in the second he cracks open the door, making a beeline for the bed where her mom is curled up under a swath of blankets, even though it’s the beginning of September and still plenty warm out.
He kneels down alongside the bed, right next to where her face is half smushed into her pillow, her eyes cracking open to peer at him. Faded dark circles face him, and his heart catches at the sight.
“Hey, darlin. Think we oughta get some food in you, huh?” She lets out a long sigh, blinking hard a few times.
“Not right now, Joel. I’m just– really tired.” That’s become her new favorite phrase, and it scares him more than when she had been endlessly crying. It’s always said on a breathy exhale, like she’s trying to be casual about the fact that she’s been in bed for days, and seems to have no plans of getting out anytime soon. Any emotion is masked behind her flat voice and vacant eyes, and he’d give just about anything for a glimmer of something. Anger, sadness, he’d even take fear right now, just any proof that she’s still there. But there’s nothing, just her owlish stare, and Stevie nuzzling up against the blankets.
“Alright, not right now. Will you drink some water, at least? For me, please?” You’d think that he just asked her to run a marathon with the exhausted huff she lets out, shifting slowly to sit up with her back against the headboard, her head lolling onto her shoulder to look at him. It’s such a far cry from the woman he’s gotten used to, all slow movements and barely-there words as he offers her the glass of water he brought up for her. She takes two little sips then slumps down, handing him back the glass and scrunching her eyes shut.
“Baby, I-I’m really tired– I just need to lay down for a while.” He can feel his frustration rising, but he swallows it down, taking her hand in his and squeezing lightly. She doesn’t squeeze back.
“Ok, darlin, I know you are. Gotta get to work, but you know where I’ll be, right?” All he gets from her is a nod as she lays back down, curling in on her side.
“Think you might get cleaned up today? Bet a shower would feel good.” Another long sigh.
“I just got a shower yesterday.”
“That– that was Monday, darlin, remember? It’s Friday now.” That’s new, and it makes fear kick up in his chest, cold and frantic. She, however, isn’t phased by it, simply shrugging her shoulders beneath the blankets. Stevie stumbles over the blankets up towards her head, nuzzling up against the back of her neck. It’s a small comfort to him, knowing that she isn’t completely alone during the day, just enough reassurance for him to murmur a soft “I’ll be back soon, honey” and get up with a sigh. He takes one more look at her before closing the door behind him, no acknowledgement from her save for another deep sigh.
Things around town have gotten tense, to say the least. Word spread fast about what happened to Maura’s baby, and while it was clear that no one was to blame, just a horrible stroke of luck, it was a whole lot easier to blame the witch for what happened. Now, as Joel walks to the stables everyday, people openly stare at him, murmuring just loud enough for him to hear about how he’s “harboring the murderer.” The only thing that keeps him from knocking their lights out is knowing that it’d only make things worse for her.
People are being particularly vocal this morning, but he gets no relief when he gets to the stables either, seeing Mason and Matthew, Maura’s husband, are getting ready to saddle up for patrol.
“Don’t know why Maria’s letting her walk around free. Oughta be a trial for what she did.” Mason scoffs at Matthew’s words.
“You know why, that’s practically her sister-in-law, that’s why.” Mason’s eyes narrow into slits as Joel approaches them, Matthew’s face reflecting a similar sneer.
“You boys better watch what you say. Especially when it ain’t based in any reality.”
“What do you know about reality, Miller? She’s got you so turned around I bet you believe just about anything she tells you.” Joel can feel anger rising like bile in his throat as he looks at the men, and he keeps his hands on his hips to stop himself from doing something he’ll regret.
“You saying you two are talking about reality? Some fucking story about her, what? Hexing a baby?” He focuses his attention on Matthew before continuing.
“Son, I’m sorry for your loss. I really am. But trying to blame someone for this– this horrible misfortune– it ain’t gonna make that pain go away.” Matthew lets out a bitter laugh at Joel’s words, his eyes flashing wild as he takes a few halting steps toward him.
“I’m not trying to do anything, Miller. I know she did it.” Joel would like to punch him in the teeth, but instead he scoffs at the man, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Let’s just say for a minute that I’m living in the same delusional world that you are. How are you so sure that she did it, huh?” Matthew’s face stretches into a grin that doesn’t meet his bloodshot eyes at that.
“I know she did it– she did it to get back at me.” That makes Joel pause, and Matthew catches it, his grin splitting wider.
“She was jealous, you see. When I wouldn’t leave Maura for her, she got real upset. I guess she’s used to getting what she wants, but I’m a faithful man, and I wouldn’t look twice at that slu–” Joel doesn’t let him finish that sentence, grabbing him by his shoulders and driving him backward until his back slams against the wall of the stables.
“See, now I know you’re full of shit because she’s with me. She’s been with me all fucking summer, so I find your little story pretty hard to believe.”
“Not all the time.” Joel squints at him, keeping him pinned against the wall.
“Come again?”
“She wasn’t with you all the time, not during all her little house visits. Lemme tell you, Maura wasn’t the only one she was checking on.” He does it before he can think, his fist making contact squarely with Matthew’s jaw, the man groaning and doubling over, though Joel is quick to haul him up by his shirt collar.
“Listen to me, you keep my woman’s name out of your mouth. Do you understand me?” Matthew gives him no answer, his eyes squinting slits as Joel shoves him back against the wall. As he turns to leave, his eyes catch Mason’s, the man grinning as he watches the whole thing. The look makes Joel’s stomach twist, and it’s all he can do to walk away from the pair.
He doesn’t care that he’ll miss his shift. He needs to talk to her. Now.
Any patience, any gentleness, any carefulness has dissolved in his need to speak to her, and it clearly catches her by surprise when he comes barreling into her room, giving her shoulder a brusque squeeze that has her wide eyes looking up at him.
“Wha– I thought you were going to work.”
“We need to talk.”
“Joel, I’m really–”
“Tired. I know, but you can’t– I can’t– I need you to talk to me. I know that you’re hurting, but I need you here with me, or else I can’t, I can’t do anything to help.” She sits up at that, brow furrowed.
“What’re you talking about?” He sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, glancing at Stevie who has curled up on the pillow next to her.
“There’s– talk, around town.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m aware.”
“That isn’t what I meant– I mean– Matthew, Maura’s husband– he’s saying that you–” She cuts him off with a bitter laugh.
“No.”
“You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“It’s always the same– they’re always the same– he’s telling people I tried to fuck him, isn’t he?” The blunt crassness of her words coupled with her still blank eyes is unnerving to him. Even now, her voice is flat, no emotion to be found in her cool assessment of him.
“Not in so many words. He said that you had reason to want to– get back at him.”
“And you believe him? You believe that I’d be capable of something like that?”
“I don’t, and I’ll fight this, whatever this is. But I need you here fighting with me. I can’t do this without you– and I can’t keep watching you– disappear right in front of me.” Silence, a heavy pall of it falls between them as she continues to stare at him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
“Maybe they’re right.” It comes out so hoarse, he almost thinks he didn’t hear her right.
“What?”
“Maybe it is my fault, somehow. Maybe I-I– somehow– I– it’s my fault, my fault, all my fault–” Before she can dissolve any further, he takes her face in his hands, holding her steady.
“Don’t go there, darlin. I know you don’t really believe that. Remember what you told me? About when you held her?” Her eyes widen at that, and he feels something like hope lift off in his chest when she nods.
“She was– she was so small, Joel. And it wasn’t right, it was too early– and I knew it.”
“And you did everything you could, right?” Another nod, her eyes narrowing into something like focus.
“I-I did. I did. But, it just happened. It was too early, and– and I don’t think anyone could’ve done anything to change it.”
“That’s right. It just happened. Ain’t anyone’s fault. Don’t let them get into your head, darlin. You and I know the truth, and Ellie, and Tommy, and Maria, and– Stevie.” The cat, who had been dozing on her pillow, lifts her head at that, letting out a questioning mrrp. It isn’t much, but her lips twitch into what could become a smile, eventually. He’ll take it.
“I think I’d like to get a shower now.”
…
He could shout from the palpable relief he feels seeing her at the kitchen table, hair still damp from her shower, eating a plate of leftovers. It’s clear to him that she’s still not all there, still quiet, eyes endlessly downturned, movements slow and small. But she’s clean, she’s eating, and she’s even talking a little, and whatever has changed, Joel’s just glad that it did. He sits in the chair next to her, resisting the urge to stay as close to her as he can, afraid that she might float away if he doesn’t, but worried she’ll shut back down if he does. She sets her fork down and sits back in her chair, tilting her head to look at him, worry a perpetual crease between her brows.
“Could you come with me to the shop? I’d like to get a few of my things.” He nods, trying to keep his voice even when he responds, though inside he feels nothing but elation at her question.
“Of course, darlin. You just tell me when, and we’ll go.”
“Could we– could we go now?”
Though it caught him off guard, he scrambled to get them out the door before she changed her mind. He reckons it’s more for him than it is for her, the tight hold he keeps on her hand as they walk through town. For her part, she keeps her chin tilted down, eyes on each of her steps as they pass through the stream of stares and whispers. But she comes to a stuttering stop in front of the apothecary door, and Joel can’t help but smile.
“Dina and Ellie– they cleaned up the– mess. But it wouldn’t come all the way off, so they gave it a new coat of paint.” What once had been a plain white door is now painted a deep green, though it’s beyond Joel how Ellie managed to find that color. For a moment, she’s completely still, considering the door before her. And then, she squeezes his hand, and he knows that these tears of hers are different, no despair to be found.
“I’ll have to thank them for this.”
Ellie has also been going to the shop in the afternoons everyday, taking care of the plants in her absence, another thing that seems to surprise her when she enters the shop, what could be a smile threatening a quiver in her lips. But he swears that the green goes a bit greener, leaves stretching out and lifting as she walks amongst them, reverential fingers checking here and there. She collects a few bottles and tins, a few books, tucking them into her bag, before checking what she explains with a quiet murmur is soap, curing on the counter of the back room. There’s no ease about this for her, he can tell in her skittish movements, her eyes glancing around like she’s waiting for something to happen, and she’s ready to leave in a flash. He hates it, that the space in which he had first met her, the space in which she had always been so at peace, now conjures this kind of fear in her.
They return home as quick as they left, and he can see just how much it took out of her, the heavy slump to her shoulders, the unfocused haze falling back over her eyes as she sits down on the couch in the living room, her bag still slung over one shoulder. She lets him take the bag from her, setting it down on the floor. He moves tentatively, letting out a quiet sigh when she lets him pull her into his side on the couch, his arm wrapping around her tight.
Wordlessly, she leans back in his hold, and he’s stunned into stillness when she tilts her chin up and brushes her lips against his.
“Thank you, Joel. For everything, for dealing with me through all this.”
“I’m not dealing with you. I’m taking care of you, you don’t have to thank me for that.” She presses another kiss to his lips, though he stops her when she tries to deepen it, holding her by her shoulders.
“I don’t– don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“Please, Joel– I just wanna feel something else for a little while. Just wanna feel you.” She presses a smattering of kisses to what skin she can get to beneath the collar of his shirt, and he sighs, already feeling himself dissolving under her touch. He knows this is probably a terrible idea, that whatever is going on in her head can’t possibly be good, but he also knows that whatever peace he can give her, he will in a heartbeat.
“Hey, hey, easy, darlin. Let’s go upstairs, alright? Lemme take care of you properly.” She lets him lead her upstairs, into his bedroom. She lets him lay her back on his bed, gentle and sweet as he undresses her. And she lets him take over when her trembling fingers fumble at the buttons of his shirt, shucking off his clothes as quickly as he can to keep contact with her.
There are no words for this, the way their hands move over each other’s bodies, getting reacquainted with bare skin they had each mapped so well. He settles between the plush of her thighs, pressing a kiss into the soft skin before finally tasting her. She’s an endless tide of sighs, writhing above him as he works her over with his tongue. Her pleasure is his privilege, and he collects every whimper, every scrunch of her brow, every tensed muscle, tokens of what he can do for his woman. He can’t help the way his hips rut into the mattress beneath him, chasing whatever sensation he can find as he takes in the sight of her, the feel of her beneath his mouth. When she comes, it’s an unraveling, a slow tumble that he holds her steady through, his arms wrapped around her hips to hold her up to his mouth as he coaxes her through her pleasure. The first word to leave her lips as she comes down is his name, a breathless plea to come closer that he answers in kind, crawling up the bed to hover over her, their lips catching in a desperate tangle.
Broken groans resound from both of them when he presses his hips forward, a dizzy prickle skittering up his spine as he settles into the heat of her. He lets his lips drag wherever he can, over her collarbone, the arc of her neck, her jaw, giving her a moment, waiting for her word.
“I’m not going to break, Joel.” The tone of her voice, certain and steeled, makes him lean back to catch her gaze.
“I know that, darlin. I know you aren’t.”
“Then don’t treat me like I’m fragile. I want you to fuck me.” Truthfully, he has been treating her as if at any moment she could shatter. But the way that she’s looking at him, the steady heat of her gaze, the tick of her jaw, the way her nails are grazing up and down his back makes him feel like she’s coming back to him, and something inside him snaps at the thought.
He gives her what she wants, a push and pull that has them both sighing with each press of his hips into hers. He wants to leave marks, to stamp something permanent of him into her, and with the harsh grind of his hips, the desperate graze of his teeth along her chest, he thinks he’ll be successful in his desires, drawing whimpers out of her with the force he fucks her with.
Neither of them are making much sense, words slurred into skin, frantic coaxing to see each over the edge.
That’s it, darlin.
S’good, huh?
It’s all yours, honey. Go on, take it.
When she comes again, it’s with a shattered yelp of his name, her fingers pressing little moons into his shoulder blades as she crashes around him. She’s a fucking vision beneath him, tears streaking silver down her cheeks, her face a twist of pleasure, sobs that sing sweet for a change, and it’s enough to send him spiraling after her. He only realizes he’s crying when he sees his own tears smudged against her sternum, his forehead pressed against her collarbone as he catches his breath.
He goes to get up and grab something to clean her up with, but she doesn’t let him get far, pulling him back down by his shoulders and holding him against her.
“Can we just stay like this for a little while, please?” The sigh he lets out at her question melts him even further into her, his arms wrapping her up and pulling her into a closer tangle. They’re a mess, sweat-damp skin sticking slick and his spend dripping onto the sheets beneath them, but he reckons he needs this as much as she does, burying his face in the junction of her neck and inhaling her deeply.
She relaxes in his arms, muscles going slack against his, her fingers trailing shapes across his shoulder blades. He feels like for the first time in ages, he’s got her, he’s really got her.
…
Ellie won’t stop staring at her. The kid had stopped dead in her tracks when she got home and saw her and Joel in the kitchen, quietly fixing dinner. Joel had quickly shook his head at her, a silent plea to not make a big deal out of it. But if there’s one thing Ellie is not, it’s subtle, and she’s been staring at her for most of the meal like she might disappear if she takes her eyes away from her. If it’s bothering her, however, she doesn’t show it, still a bit hazy around the edges as they eat, leaving Joel to muster up whatever conversation he can, which is to say that most of the meal is spent in slightly tense silence while Ellie continues to stare at her, much to his chagrin.
“I want to thank you, Ellie. I got to see today how you’ve been taking care of the shop. I really appreciate it and– just, thank you, kid.” Ellie’s eyes widen at her words, before softening with an emphatic nod.
“Yeah– I mean, of course. You, like, taught me well, and stuff. And I want you to know, if anyone else tries to mess with you, I will personally fuck them up–”
“Ellie.”
“What? I’m just saying, geez.” Ellie lets out a huff at Joel, while he’s about ready to give her another lecture about her language, though his annoyance dissolves when his woman lets out a light laugh at the girl’s exclamation.
“Thanks, kid, but I don’t want you fucking anyone up for me. That’s not gonna be necessary, alright?” Ellie gives her a sheepish smile at that, a light moment that relieves whatever tightness had been in the air. But just as soon as they all seem to slump back into ease, the sound of someone knocking on the front door echoes through the house.
Joel excuses himself, a wordless plea for her and Ellie to stay put. He’s admittedly surprised to see that it’s Maria standing on his porch, a steely look on her face and her hands on her hips.
“We have a problem.”
“That son of a bitch started it.”
“I don’t care who started it, Joel. I’m gonna finish it, all of it. I’ve called a town meeting for tomorrow night. This can’t keep going on. It’s— people are asking me questions that I can’t answer. And I know Mason is getting people more worked up the longer this goes on.”
“Maria, she’s— she’s not ready for this.”
“She’s gonna have to be. I’m worried, Joel. The longer we let people talk, the more out of hand this’ll get and— I wouldn’t put it past some of those men to—try something.” He feels a cool prickle shoot up the back of his neck at Maria’s words, his mind going back to the night of the dance, the way Mason had grabbed her, and he knows that Maria is right, that something needs to be done now before it escalates.
“There are people on her side too, Joel. It’s just– there’s so much talk going around that everyone’s too afraid to say anything otherwise. If we can hear her side, I know people will come forward. But if she stays holed up like this, people are just gonna keep talking.”
“You’re right, Maria.” He hadn’t been expecting it, the sound of her voice startling him as he turns to look at her padding up behind him. She places a firm palm between his shoulder blades, a presence, a confirmation.
“Just tell me what time tomorrow, and I’ll be there.”
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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I won’t be home for Christmas (Another Intentional Accident)
Lots of kisses and fluff // masterlist // WC: 2.7k
AN: Happy Holidays! I hope you all enjoy!
Nick was nervous.
He hadn’t done a clean shave since he started dating you. He wasn’t the most self conscious man in the world. As long as he and his clothes were clean and comfortable, he didn’t worry about it what he looked like too much.
But women were diffierent. Especially the ones you were in a relationship with.
Even if he didn’t care, they most oftentimes did. Caroline sure as hell did. He always ended up trying harder for her. Wearing certain shirts for her, ironing them more often than he would, not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to avoid the fight she’d most likely cause over it if he didn’t.
You made a comment if his shirt was dirty or if it had a hole in it, but you never pushed for him to wear anything that made him uncomfortable. In fact, you had a knack for buying him better versions of things he already liked.
For his birthday, you had brought him a more durable, expensive, maroon hoodie! The fabric was so damn buttery soft and it was heavy in the way expensive clothes were!
You were just amazing like that.
So, in an effort to remain the best boyfriend ever, he planned to surprise you a week before Christmas.
He invited a few of your close friends, and Winston, but that was only because they’d both have to drive over to Chicago in a few days so they’d make it home. That way, he also wouldn’t have to worry about missing a flight. They’d made the drive before when they were younger more than a few times, so it wansnt a big deal.
“Do you even have a key Nick?” Winston huffed.
“How are we supposed to get in? What kind of surprise is this?”
Nick proceeded to ignore Winston’s comment and open the door.
“Nick!” Natalie squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Hey, Natalie.” Nick laughed through his nose with a soft huff, putting on just as gentle of a polite smile.
All your friends were so touchy. It made sense because so were you. You always locked your arms with his on a walk. Opted to hold his hand whenever possible. If his face itched, you beat him to it, scratching the spot for him, insisting that your nails made a more satisfying scratch.
You loved his beard.
Placing your face against his if he wanted to show you something, whether he was pointing at something in public, showing you something on his phone or laptop, you stood as close as possible, placing your cheek on his. You always lingered just a moment longer, smiling against his face as you pulled his lips to match.
He knows he can’t kiss without touching your face in some way, or pulling you by your neck to come closer, but you couldn’t kiss him without kissing him everywhere. Every corner of his checks and down along the stubble or hairs on his neck.
Which is the main source of his nervousness today, he shaved his face!
His mom wasn’t always fond of his facial hair, claiming it ruined pictures and he was hiding his beautiful face.
But what if you didn’t like him without his beard? What if you started acting funny or stopped touching him?
He didn’t grow up in a touchy feely household.
He can count the number of times his father hugged him by hand. After a certain age, especially after his father left, he remembers his mom telling him he had to be a big boy. That he had to be brave and strong and be the man of the house now. That he had to look after her and his brother from now on.
Most of the hugs he ever had in life were from Jaime. Making sure he was alright or he didn’t cry too much in school, so he wouldn’t get beat up for it.
He liked your little touches. He liked how you couldn’t do anything or be near him without touching his shoulder or rubbing at his back at least once before passing by.
“Did you bring everything Nick?” Careesha asked, before enveloping him in a similar embrace and placing a warm cup of hot chocolate in his hand.
“I did!” He nodded and raised the wrapped gift for you in his hand.
“Perfect!” He watched as Natalie and Careesha jumped around and squealed with delight. You and your friends were definitely three of a kind.
“How’s work?”
“Any plans for the holidays?”
“Are you sure either of you aren’t going to bite the bullet and take the other hook for the holidays?”
“Reesha,” Natalie deadpanned, “no one’s trying to be like you and Xaviar anytime soon.”
“You don’t know what they want! They might! It’s their decision!” Reesha huffed through puffed cheeks.
“I don’t know what our future looks like right now,” Nick started with a hand on the back of his neck, “but I do know I’m gonna miss her while I’m home for Christmas.”
“Ugh, you guys are making me sick. I’m going to find more whisky for my hot coco.” Winston scoffed and headed off to the kitchen.
Nick sighed, “please, excuse my friend, Winston Bishop.” He briefly introduced, “his girlfriend dumped him before we flew out here.”
They shared a look and a couple of awkward smiles.
“Eek,” Natalie squeezed, “she’s almost here!”
Nicks eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “how do you know? Did she text or something?”
“No, I just checked her location.”
“From what?” Nick blinked.
A strange feeling started churning in his belly.
“Oh yeah,” Careesha nodded, “Nick isn’t a smart phone guy, remember? She said he likes to stay unplugged and grounded in reality?” She looked at him with a questioning smile.
“Uh, yeah.” Nick licked his lips, “something like that.”
Is that what you were telling your friends? You left out his distaste and constant distrust for the government and his fear of data tracking as well as the impending doom of mankind for choosing convenience over old fashioned know-how and basic human companionship. Also the death of community and togetherness in America and most likely the world. . . But that was fine.
Your version means less questions and arguments he’d have with everyone. You truly were a gift.
“There’s a find my iPhone app, you can share your location with certain friends, so now we can always know where each other are.”
Nick swallowed and tried not to grit his teeth.
He spends a lot of time with you.
If your friends are always tracking you, And that app is always tracking you, the government and who knows else is also tracking you! That means they are also tracking him! They probably listen too!
All those conversations he’d had with you. .
How many people know about—
The doorbell rang.
Nick’s anger was quickly buried with a wave of joy.
You were here!
“Okay, mama, I’ll call you later.”
Nick stuffed his hands in his pockets and bounced on his heels to stay quiet.
“Wha—“
“Surprise!”
“Winston!”
“Oh my god,” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. “That girl that Nick’s been laying around with!” He fake gasped.
“Shut up,” you hugged him back with a smile, “I know you know my name.”
“Fuck, Winston,” Nick pulled you into his chest by your arm, “what about me huh? Your actual boyfriend?”
He firmly gripped your cheeks with one hand, playfully squeezing a little tighter and letting go. His smile wavered a bit. Your cheeks were cold. You had no scarf, or hat. . .
Fuck. . .
You were about as dumb as he was.
“Where’s your hat? Or scarf? Anything?” He fussed over you. As he helped you take your coat off, he rubbed the material in his hands.
This coat wasn’t thick enough.
And it’s fucking windy as hell and you don’t even have a scarf or hat. No gloves or mittens either!
“I’ll be alright.” You smiled.
Still holding onto your cheeks, he pulled you in for a kiss. Not failing to slip his tongue inside. He needed to taste you, feel your mouth on his, and commit the warm plushness of your lips and every corner of your mouth to memory before he leaves.
“No, it’s not.” He broke the kiss, speaking lowly in your face. His tone making butterflies in your stomach.
You couldn’t really speak, your chest puffed up and down, breathless from the kiss as well as the air and the cold. Perhaps he was right, but you had no idea where to shop for warm things or what makes a coat warmer compared to others. What day do you wear a hat or gloves or neither?
He brushed your cheek with his thumb.
“You know what I thought of all winter?” You shook your head, opting only to smile at him with your lips slightly parted. If you kept looking at him like that, he swore he was going to kiss you again, “whether your coat was warm enough? Did you have the right gloves? Did you remember what to do to your car the night before? Praying, that ice wouldn’t be on the road on the days you have to drive to work.”
“I know,” you placed a hand on top of his, rubbing at his fingers while his kept brushing your cheek, “I’m trying. I really am.”
You were listening to him, but from how wide and glossy your eyes were, he knew you weren’t, not really.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Because you're starting and you're half listening to me.” He laughed which made you laugh too.
“You shaved.” You placed your hands on his cheek now, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. You’re standing so close to one another, and now you're both holding onto each other's faces like a couple of idiots, lovesick idiots in puppy love.
He’d rather have done this alone now. Without an audience.
“I like it.” You grinned.
“Yeah?” He couldn’t help the hope that tinged his voice.
“Yeah!” You kissed him again. Slowly, and thoroughly, so tender and soft. Leaving him to bask in the feeling. He always lost track of time and every moment when you were leading a kiss. Nothing and everything felt so intense at the same time. “I’m still going to miss your beard but this is. . Different! In a good way!”
“Really?” Now it felt like you were laying it on a bit thick.
“It’s like,” you weren’t looking at him now. Your eyes dart wildly at everything before choosing to look down. He lifted your face with a finger, making you laugh dotly in his face. The feeling of it danced across his nose and cheeks. “It makes everything warmer.. hotter. It feels like everything is even closer than before. Like, I’m really feeling all of you.”
He kissed you again. Harder than before.
Not caring about who's around or who’s in the room.
And there it was.
Without the scratch of his beard you felt all of him. The heat of his cheeks on yours. You could actually feel all of the kiss and not be distracted by the scratchy feeling. You could focus on how hot and wet his mouth is. The way his tongue swept across yours, leaving you with no choice but to follow his pace. To allow him to consume every part of you. Leaving a strong want and desire to flood your senses.
“Alright, you two are seriously killing the vibe.”
“Oh,” you heaved with a smile, “hey Winston.”
Winston gave a fake smile before frowning.
“Wrap it up you two. You can have sex later.”
“Speaking of,” Nick started, “I got you something.”
Nick handed you a present wrapped in Newspaper. It had a bow made out of industrial rope.
“You're so environmentally conscious.” You smiled as you unwrapped the gift.
“If you mean cheap, with the best repurposing skills you’ve ever seen, I’ll take it.”
“Oh, Nick.” You smiled. Tears budded at your eyes. You didn’t have time to laugh at his joke before seeing what he had gotten you.
It was a giant cream wool and cashmere scarf, and a matching hat that was lined with silk.
They were so warm.
“Nick you shouldn’t have.” You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.
“And let you freeze to death when I’m not around?” He scoffed with a smile. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, enough!” Natalie shoved Nick to the side and hugged you. “We’ve let you two have your moment long enough. There’s a room full of people that love you too!”
Everyone had a great time.
Winston got a little crazy after having to draw 4, four times in a row. Careesha claimed you were cheating, after you won three times in a row, but shenanigans aside, it was amazing. Neither of you would have changed this night for anything else in the world.
Nick went out to the balcony.
He imagined you having a small quiet time out here, in the morning time before you went to work.
“What are you doing out here?” You had put on the scarf and hat the moment you opened it.
You had your coat on now.
Not being able to help himself. He paws at the scarf on your necks maneuvering it in a way where it covers your head and your neck.
“Better?” He smiled.
“Oh my goodness you're a winter genius!”
“Well I was born and raised in Chicago.” He took the other cup of hot chocolate out fontour hand that you brought out for him.
“This spiked stuff is good.”
“Really?” Your eyes sparkled at him and he laughed.
“Absolutely,” he took another sip, “it’s the right amount of whiskey to coco and milk or whatever you used. All the proportions taste right.”
“It’s my recipe!” You beamed at him. “It’s the perfect amino of whisky, a little Baileys, and then regular hot chocolate stuff, but I also chop up some chocolate with the coco powder.”
“It’s so good! You should consider quitting a lawyer and becoming a bartender! I think you’d have a bright future.” He said seriously.
“Well I always wanted to change my career in the middle of all the success and fortune for another one.” You said just as seriously.
You both laughed and he wrapped an arm around you.
You both admired the city lights and falling snow.
Fuck. . . He wasn’t going to make it home for the holidays again. There’s always next year.
He pulled out his phone and dialed his mom’s number.
“Heeey, Ma,” he drawled. Biting back his smile so she couldn’t hear how happy he was, “I missed my flight again.”
He pulled the phone from his ear as she started yelling and asking questions.
“No, everything’s booked up or canceled, now.”
You pinched his cheek, and he bit your finger before you could pull it away. You let out a little scream of a laugh and he had to grab you and cover your mouth, almost making him laugh out loud too!
“Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll do better next year. . . love you too.”
“Nick—“
“—Let’s spend Christmas together.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes were watery and he kissed away your tears.
“Yeah, you big crybaby,” he smiled and kissed you, “let’s do this. Let’s spend Christmas together. Just the two of us.”
“I’ve never had Christmas without my family before.” You sniffled.
“I know, I know,” he rubbed your shoulders. “We don’t have to if you—“
“—no I do!” You cut him off with a kiss. “I want to spend Christmas with you too!”
“Yeah?”
“I’m a big girl.” He wiped your last tear with his thumb. “I can handle a few days without seeing them.
Nick kissed you one more time.
“What about Winston?” You asked.
“Oh,” Nick blinked. “He probably already left without me.”
You blinked back at him for a moment.
“You're probably right.”
He kissed you again.
“Can you please stop bringing up Winston when I’m kissing you?”
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Animal Control
Joel Miller x f!reader
No physical description except for having hair, no use of y/n
Summary: You get attacked when out with Joel and he ‘takes care of it’. (protective, feral!Joel) ... literally just violence with a soft ending tbh
Warnings: Violence(!!), death, very brief mention implied r*pe and necrophilia, pet names (baby)
Word count: 1k
A/n: Been writing too much soft Joel... he may be baby but he is ... violent baby :3
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He doesn’t like you to see this side of him, but he has to do this. He can’t let them get away with it. He saw the way he manhandled you, he saw him jerk your head up by your hair, he saw him hold his knife to your throat, eyes wild like a fucking animal. He saw red.
Joel reacted like a machine. It took him an instant to cross the few yards to you and once he knocked the man that was on you out cold with the back of his rifle, he shot all of his pig friends. It took him four seconds, three bullets in the back of three heads as they ran away, the fucking cowards. Not the one who’d touched you, though, no, that would be too humane.
Joel needed to punish him. Joel needed him disfigured, so that when that image of you, defenseless, frozen in terror, seconds away from having your throat slit or being taken for something worse, popped into his head, he would remember the motherfucker’s pulped face, his pleads for mercy, the sound of his bones cracking, and the feeling of his fist pounding into him. Joel needed to destroy him.
When he looked back at you after he’d taken out the coward pigs, your chest was heaving, skin slick with sweat, hair disheveled from where the son of a bitch had grabbed it. Joel rushed to you, his hands, calloused from violence, softly cradled your face, seeing if you were ok. Your only injury was a nick on your throat, a thin line of blood running down from it. It made him sick, seeing what'd been done to you. He was itching to beat the culprit to death but he needed to make sure you were safe first. He was relieved to see that that was your only wound, but your face was wet with tears, trembling as you choked on gasps. Joel pulled you in and held you tight, swaying you in his arms.
“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok, Ive got’chu, you’re safe. I took care of it, baby.”
Before you two left the scene, Joel stripped the still unconscious man of everything except for his jeans and shirt and then gagged and bound him tightly to a bike rack in front of the building where you’d been attacked.
Joel relished in the muffled, panicked squawks of the scumbag when he came back for him, taking his time dragging him through the building and into a bathroom, grabbing a chair from the hallway on his way in. Joel didn’t exactly feel excited to start his work on him, it was more of a need to.
By the time he was done, all of the teeth on the left side of your attacker’s face were smashed into his mouth. Blood streamed like syrup down from his face to soak his shirt and down into his lap. Joel’d broken and dislocated his jaw, his nose was bent sideways, and his left eye and temple were black and red with bruising. His hands were crushed against the arms of the chair he was tied to–that was one of the first things he’d done to him.
He only stopped when his own hand started to seriously hurt, not wanting to break it. Joel had taken the fucker's knife with a certain idea in mind of how he’d finish him off.
“Recognize this, huh? This yours?” When the man paused, Joel roared, spit flying from his mouth, “ANSWER ME.”
His voice was weak but he croaked out a yes.
“Whose knife is that?”
“Mine.”
“And you remember where this knife was earlier today? Or did I beat your brains in too hard for you to think straight? You remember?”
He gargled out another yes.
“Where was it?” Joel's voice was deep with deadly sternness.
“It was… on the girl…”
“It was on her fuckin’ throat.” He growled in a low voice, having leaned in close to the swollen, mostly maroon face slouched in the chair in front of him. “You were gonna kill’er with this, weren’t you? Or were you gonna take’er for sumn’ else? Maybe kill’er first, then fuck the dead body? Was that what you were plannin’, you sick fuck?”
He replied with slurred consonants, struggling to answer the question because Joel probably had given him a brain bleed.
“You remember it though, hm?” Joel grabbed the man's hair, like he had yours, and jerked it as he spoke, still leaning in close, “I’m gonna slit your throat now. And then I'm gonna slit it again. And then I’m gonna look you in the eyes while you choke to death on your own blood, ‘n the very last thing you’re gonna see before you die is gonna be me.” Joel absolutely snarled.
And that's exactly what happened.
As soon as he knew the man was dead Joel grabbed his coat and left. Before meeting you back where you were squatting, Joel used snow to wash most of the blood off of his hands. He looked down and saw blood spatter on his shirt.
“God damn it. That motherfucker…” He murmured as he trudged away.
Joel knew that when he came back you’d take your time to gently clean and bandage his hand, and then flush water through the spots on his shirt to clean away the blood. You’d do all of it in silence, occasionally pecking a soft kiss somewhere on him–on his palm before wrapping the bandage around it, along his shoulders and collarbone after you’d stripped off his shirt, and then all around his cheek and jaw once you were all done and sat next to him on the ratty couch. You let him clean and bandage the cut on your neck even though it probably didn't really need it, and then he wrapped you up into his arms and held you close so you could feel each other's breathing, his bare chest and belly warm against you. After some time, you bring him to bed, pulling him onto the mattress on the floor and letting him shower you in soft kisses, whisper sweet nothings into your ear and cuddle until you both fall asleep.
You didn’t want to think about what he’d had to have done to fuck his hand up like he had, but you’d never held violence against him. Even when you’d seen his ferociousness, you were never afraid of him. Joel had a kind heart and you knew that, but in this world, it manifests in different ways. You knew he’d do anything to protect you, and you let him, because you knew the way you loved him was protecting him, too.
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( ✉︎ ) SHORTCUTS TO MY MULTI-CHAP FICS!
This masterlist has got all my series in one spot. I put it together because my pinned post was getting way too long, so now it's easier for you to find and enjoy everything hassle-free. And of course all series can be find in the characters respective masterlists as well!
[✦] MLISTS . LIBRARY
ego & black powder: pero tovar x prisonguard!reader
ongoing series, loose-fit fic
A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.
million dollar man: jack daniels x reader x frankie morales
ongoing series
Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go to San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.
we fall like snow: dieter bravo x bodyguard!ofc!amina addams
completed
After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.
advanced politics of human sexuality: javi g x ofc!mia pradera
ongoing series
Still struggling to come to terms with his father’s recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi’s life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.
i've got you darlin': moonknight x reader x din djarin
ongoing series
you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.
watercolor eyes: sw!santiago garcia x reader
loose-fit fic, ongoing
After another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.
musician!joel miller masterlist
loose-fit fic, complete
One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.
exile: joel miller x ofc!june
Completed
Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters. Domestics. All infected. One unlike the other. You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life. Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.
stay in bed: joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader
Ongoing series
After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.
Infections Of a Different Kind (TLOU AU): FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader
Completed
Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest. As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?
dark hearted people: joel miller x reader x ezra
Ongoing series
Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.
behind the velvet rope: joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo
loose-fit fic, Completed
a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.
move me | the stripper saga: stripper!jack daniels x f!reader
Completed
frustrated by your everyday life, you seek solace at a male strip club. It's your first time and you're instantly mesmerized by the one that calls himself "whiskey".
ravish masterlist: joel miller x webcam model!reader
loose-fit fic, Completed
Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.
GLOSSARY
loose-fit fic: A fan fiction style characterized by a series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.
loose-fit fic, complete: A series that is complete but might produce new chapters typically driven by audience demand or interest.
loose-fit fic, ongoing: A series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.
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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄…
✷ here’s a list of characters i currently write for + some common themes / tropes i tend to enjoy !
✷ favs, requests open, requests closed, *sfw only
in terms of requests! my ask box is always open but i reserve to write or not write anything that comes in. i keep everything in the bin in case one day it sparks something!
✷ links lead to fan castings!
BAND OF BROTHERS. babe heffron, joe liebgott, george luz, donald malarky, eugene roe, dick winters
DC. barry allen, adrien chase, rick flag, dick grayson, harley quinn, jaime reyes, tdk!bruce wayne
EIGHTIES. ferris bueller, darry curtis, charlie dalton*, jason dean, kevin dolenz, cameron frye, johnny lawrence, blane mcdonough, steven meeks*, ronald miller*, knox overstreet*
HARRY POTTER. regulus black, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, theseus scamander, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood
TED LASSO. roy kent, ted lasso, jamie tartt
MARVEL. druig, kate bishop, eddie brock, frank castle, scott lang, matt murdock, mcu!peter parker, tasm!peter parker, steve rogers, peter quill, helmut zemo
MILES TELLER. willard hewitt, andrew neiman, vinny pazienza
OBX. rafe cameron, jj maybank, topper thornton
PEDRO PASCAL. jack daniels, din djarin, frankie morales, javier peña, marcus pike
SCREAM. ethan landry, stu macher, charlie walker
STRANGER THINGS. steve harrington, jim hopper, eddie munson
TOP GUN. bradley bradshaw, nick bradshaw, tom kazansky, jake seresin, beau simpson
MISC. astarion cunin, carlisle cullen, walt finnegan, mark grayson, logan huntzberger, percy jackson, peeta mellark, benny miller, eric northman, kai parker, harvey specter, stiles stilinski, jesse swanson, thomas webb, phil wenneck, sebastian wilder, pacey witter, charlie young
TROPES I’M PARTIAL TO... mutual pining, fake dating, lovers to enemies to lovers, (childhood) best friends to lovers, summer love, vampire!au, domesticity, age gap, guy falls first, hurt/comfort, second chance romance, roommates to lovers, old money!au, dad’s best friend, best friend’s brother
TROPES I WON’T WRITE… non-con, rpf, pedophilia, age play/regression, pet play, anal play, water sports, scat, sister!reader (ex. eddie munson x henderson!reader)
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Completed fics (so far)
Summer 2022 onward
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There are older finished fics too, pre summed 2022, Just look at my masterlist.
If this is our destiny | Mayans | Angel, f reader, Manny
The longest ride | SOA | bad boyfriend Jax Teller x ofc ft Jon Bernthal as an omc
The world we no longer know (via Sideblog) | TWD | Shane Walsh, Ofc, Rick Grimes +
Nostalgia antiques (bonus chapter added) | Prospect 2018 | Ezra x f reader
Chasing the moon | Mandalorian | Mando, grogu
Back to Start | TF | Family man Frankie x family x ofc
A little bit of hope | TF | ex Santi, omc (fc Ben Barnes) , f reader
Nocturna Sanguine | Original w/ Ivar (Vikings) Roman (Hemlock Grove) and Kat Graham as my oc
After this is over | Narcos Mx | Smash & Grab crew, Walt, Calderoni, Slate (oc)
A lighthouse in the dark | triple frontier | Amara x Will, the guys
Milk & Honey | vikings | werebear Bjorn x ofc
Flirting with Danger | narcos mx | Ramón x rc
The barmaid & the Spaniard | Pero Tovar x rx
Outshine the sun | TF| Frankie Morales x ofc ft Benny
Neptunium | Vampire John Wick x f reader
Under a Golden sun | Benny Miller x f reader | omc x f reader
Wisteria & Moonlight | Werwolf! Will Miller x Ofc (ft Benny & more)
Elysian | Soulmate AU , Ezra x ofc
Stay in the light | Pitch black au | Johns x ofc
A place to call home | Isabella Bautista x ofc (narcos mx)
When the lights go out | Lights out | Omar Assarian x f reader
Sin | Narcos Mx | Bi! Pacho x f reader, Miguel x f reader
The Edge of Dawn | Donald Pierce x Brandi Cross (Ofc) | Modern western / post apocalypse au
Queen of poisons | Werewolf Ezra x the huntress Nyx
Death Kiss | Vampire Hunter Mayans, ofcs, | JC vampires au
Deep in the woods, the goat-man lives | Creature! ubbe x ofc | Vikings
Decided by fate | Tyler Rake x ofc
Labyrinth | Klonnie (a03)
Artes year of whump (plus fluff and comfort) challenge
What the heart wants | Secret sabra fic | Pero Tovar
Autumn in New York | Nick Vaughan x ofc
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