CHARLIE REID X COLLEGE STUDENT! GN! READER
ALL HIS* MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
WORDS: 4.1K
SUMMARY: Always seeing Deputy Reid on your way to classes, going out of his way to take care of you, only when caught on a drug charge does Charlie expect appreciation for his investment.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Ultimatum, Pressuring, College | University Student Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, No Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Obsessive Behavior, Mention of past stalking, Mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Mistakingly Arrested, Smut, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Gagging, Head pushing, Throat Fucking, Car Sex, Blow Jobs in a Car, Riding, Front Seat Sex, Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Coming Inside Someone
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F - fluff S - smut A - angst
♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines and drabbles
last updated - 23/05/2026
⤷ fic count - 30
@aphroditelovesu ——————————
☆ soft yandere!finnick odair x female!reader | A.
@asterias-record-shop ——————————
♡ in our next life | F. S. A.
⤷ peeta and katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. that title went to you and finnick, your mentor after you were reaped at the age of fifteen two years after finnick. after being dragged back into the games with the quarter quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.
@auroralwriting ——————————
☆ just breathe | F.
⤷ your stylist must hate you, putting you into a corset so tight. thank god finnick odair is there to save you
☆ watchful eyes | F.
⤷ when it feels like the weight of the capitol is drowning you, finnick is there to keep you afloat
@daisyjonesgf ——————————
♡ midnight rain | F. A.
⤷ finnick had pulled the plug on your relationship long ago, when he could no longer keep from you what he'd been forced into. but after you've returned victorious from your games, he knows you need him as the nightmares come for you each time you close your eyes.
⤷ [ part 2 ]
♡ the lakes | F. A.
⤷ it's supposed to be over, you and finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.
⤷ [ part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 ]
♡ the river | F. A.
⤷ the capitol has taken you away from finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back
⤷ [ part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 ]
@ellecdc ——————————
☆ dad!finnick odair x pregnant!reader | F.
⤷ who's daughter throws a fit
☆ matched | F. A.
⤷ finnick odair x fem!victor!reader who are constantly introduced to each other
@fangirlingalittletoohard ——————————
☆ ageing | F. S.
⤷ it's a few years after the rebellion. finnick is ageing like a fine wine, but can't seem to get past the fact that he no longer looks like he did in his early twenties. you make it your mission to convince him of how utterly obsessed you are with his body.
@francixoxoxo ——————————
☆ moon on the rise | F.
⤷ you and finnick wake up to take care of your daughter when she cries in the middle of the night.
@hyperfixationstati0n ——————————
◇ finnick odair being a sweetheart during your pregnancy
@leviathanspain ——————————
☆ watercolor eyes | F. A.
⤷ you didn’t think you would ever see those watercolor eyes again…
☆ devotion | F.
⤷ you would’ve died without him, and now he’s all you can think of
☆ my body is a cage | F.
⤷ his focus was protecting katniss, but he sleeps with an eye open as long as you’re still out there...
☆ the pretender | F.
⤷ being reaped from the victor’s pool changed your life in more ways than you imagined
☆ i love you more than i can ever scream | F. A.
⤷ you wonder if finnick’s sacrifice was truly worth it
☆ someday | F. A.
⤷ some promises are meant to be broken.
☆ weightless | F. A.
⤷ imagine where in training katniss makes the reader angry and the reader attacks her and finnick and the other tributes calm her down
☆ i was all over her | F. S.
⤷ the night air bit at your skin. your cheeks were hot and your hair stuck to your skin as you left the inside of the party. the celebration of peeta and katniss’ win was surprisingly amazing news, but it left you riddled with rage and sadness. you could’ve saved him, you could’ve saved yourself from the memories.
☆ tear you apart | F. A.
⤷ finnick was more than just yours
@morganwrites12672 ——————————
☆ finnick odair x hawthorne!reader | F.
⤷ being stuck in district 13 has been nothing but a living hell. your boyfriend makes it more bearable for you. now, your brother on the other hand...
@mx-pastelwriting ——————————
☆ wait for you | F.
⤷ rescued from the capital you reunite with finnick.
@mysadcorner ——————————
◇ finnick odair dating headcanons
@queuestarter ——————————
☆ altered | F. A.
⤷ pregnant reader in the quarter quell
@reesereadsalot ——————————
♡ facing the arena | F. S. A.
⤷ your 7 months pregnant with finnicks baby. when your the happiest you were in your life, your whole world comes crashing down. you were reaped for the 3rd quarter quell.
@s0urw00lf ——————————
☆ all in time | F. A.
⤷ finnick is on a mission to convince the world you aren’t what they think
☆ dad finnick | F.
⤷ literally just finnick being the cutest dad
@targaryenluvs ——————————
☆ want and desire | A.
⤷ you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but it seems your fate had been signed as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him no matter how hard you tried.
@thisisourlovestory ——————————
♡ safe and sound | F. A.
⤷ you are a victor from district 4. the quarter quell has just been announced. how will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.
THE MUSKETEERS X GN! READER
WORDS: 2.3K
SUMMARY: Cornered by two men in the dark streets of Paris, attempting to fight them off only to be saved by three familiar faces of the men you ran with all across Europe years ago.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark Alley, Kidnapped, Fighting off Men, Reader Cornered, Murder, Reunion, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Smut, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex
A/N: This one is for the very lovely @jess2026 I hope I made them just as charming as they are in the movie!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Walking the dimly lit street, counting each stone illuminated by those who left lanterns burning in their windows, hearing every step you take echo through the hushed Paris night. Sobering up by the minute, having left the bar down the road a little tipsy, needing the edge of your day taken off.
Hugging yourself, attempting to fight off the early winter weather, leaving the skin of your cheeks and nose to be nipped by the cold and the smell of the unclean back alleys. Turning into one, the smell making its way from your nostrils to the dry palate of your tongue. Cringing at the phantom taste, covering your nose with a gloved hand, helping only a little.
Hurrying your pace, ears overwhelmed by the thumps of your walk, unable to hear the drunken cheers coming from ahead. Only once, seeing motion underneath a street light candle, could you see the two men, beer bottles in hand, finishing their laughter with a glance toward you.
"Hello, there," one says, sitting up while the other remains seated. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" he asks, at which you don't answer, too frozen in your feet.
Mind turning on what to do, allowing only for you to take one step back, eyes unwavering from the closer man. Witnessing his shoulders drop, frowning, looking back to the other man, who gives him a chuckle. Looking back at you, seeing as he changes back to a more chipper attitude.
"No need to be afraid, look, I'll help you through. Promise me and my mate don't bite," he says, holding out a hand, smiling. Attention flickering to the other man, seeing him sit up, smirking, taking one last swig of his beer before setting it down.
"No, thank you," you manage to speak, quickly stepping, rushing around and past the man, only to be caught by his friend.
Hand ripping your forearm away from your body, tugging you close, wrapping you in his tight hold. Thrashing, back pinned to the man's chest, forcing the thick scent of beer and bad breath upon your nose, causing the alarm in your mind to grow louder.
"Aww, mate, you shouldn't have," the man before praises, walking back over, smile twisting into a sick grin.
"Let me go!" you shout, making the two laugh. Panic rises in your throat as the man stops in front of you, standing far enough from your kicking legs.
"Hard to believe this gem had just been walking all alone," he says, words not meant for you, but the man whose hot breath lands disgustingly upon the surface of your neck. Hearing the man hum in agreement, bringing the standing man in.
"Fuck off!" you shout, kicking the man, only for him to catch both of your fumbling feet. "Let me go!" you yell again, to no avail.
Struggling against the man's hold as he approaches, face inches from yours, breath just as unbearable. Groaning with every attempt to push out of both men's holds, turning more and more into straining wails for freedom, tears burning in your eyes. Looking into the man's eyes, rage burning a curse into him and his smirk that quickly fades, watching as his eyes weaken, collapsing limply onto your shoulder.
Face wet with a warm splat, feeling your other captor wiggle out from behind you, only to meet the same fate, hearing the man gargle. Neck covered in the unmistakable liquid of blood, nose burning with the thick scent of warm iron, oddly bringing back nostalgic memories.
Looking up at your saviour, seeing more than one. Three, all too familiar faces, causing the tears in your eyes to continue to flow. Shoulders relaxing at the faces of your dear friends from long ago, pushing the body still slumped onto yours, hearing as he falls, allowing you to stumble into one of their arms.
"D'artagnan," you whimper, feeling his arms reciprocate, holding you tightly. Softly shushing your cries, a gloved hand cupping the side of your face, shielding you from the view.
"You're safe now, Athos and Aramis will move their bodies," he comforts, informing you of the aftermath. Moving with him down the street, head pressed to his chest, inhaling D'artagnan's much more comforting scent, drowning in it rather than the emotions rattling within your nerves.
Stumbling over a few protruding stones, causing D'artagnan to catch you, holding you even tighter until stopping. Relaxing his hold, hand leaving your face, seeing the dark steed in front of you. Holding out a hand, you take, gripping the saddle, body remembering the motions before your mind does.
Sitting atop the leather, not needing to hold out a hand for D'artagnan, lifting himself before you could look to him. Settling behind you, chest pressing into your back to grab the reins, glancing toward the crime scene, seeing Aramis look toward your direction as the horses' hooves clack against stone.
Riding off, leaving two men and two horses behind, melting into D'artagnan's chest, inciting a fury of memories to play behind your eyelids. Having once lain together, clothes long forgotten upon the floor, bodies shared until the dawn rose. Head resting atop his bare chest, gazing wonderfully into each other's eyes, quietly whispering sweet nothings, hoping Athos wouldn't yet come up announcing breakfast.
One hand leaving the rein, arm again, wrapping around you. Smiling at the sensation of his nose touching the crown of your scalp, inhaling, remembering you just the same.
Eyes opening as the horse slows to a stop, scanning the dark street, finding nothing in particular. Getting down before you, helping once again, hand grabbing your hips until the floor meets each foot. Leaving only one hand, feeling it travel to your lower back, guiding you toward a door tucked away in the shadows.
Stopping in front, looking around as D'artagnan unlocks the door, hearing as it clicks. Quickly pulling you with him, closing the door by pushing you against it. Hovering over, face inches from one another, lips tingling with familiarity. Staring into his blue eyes, dimly lit by an oil lamp he forgot to snuff out.
"I've missed you dearly," he confesses, brows lightly furrowing, weakening your fragile state of mind further.
"And I you," you whisper back, reaching out to the man's collar, tugging him forward.
Lips meeting, humming delightfully in the kiss, hands flying up, cupping each other's faces. Finger threading through his soft hair, passion burning within you, skin flushing warm, mind too clouded to feel the push against your back. Only when hearing three knocks does nirvana no longer exist, kiss breaking, cold nipping at your wet lips.
Moving away from the wooden door, watching as it opens, Athos and Aramis greet you with shy smiles. Caught by the rest of your boys, laughing off the light embarrassment, flinging your arms around both of them.
"How I've missed all of you," you say, feeling them hug you just as tightly, muttering their longing back. Pulling away, both hands cupping their cheeks, smiling lovingly at one another. "Why hadn't you told me you were back in Paris?" you ask, causing Athos to melt and Aramis' smile to grow.
"We just arrived in the city today," Athos answers, at which you nod understandingly, hands moving to the flats of your chests.
"Before the sun fully set," Aramis clarifies, holding your extended arm, thumb softly caressing the side of its clothed surface. "How are you feeling? Any injuries?" Aramis asks, moving closer, scanning your face and body.
"No, I'm alright, just startled is all," you reply, still allowing the man to look over you, doing the same.
Noticing not one uniform in sight, beginning to miss the feathery hats and worn coats you'd many times patched or scrubbed the blood out of.
"Your uniform. I'm mistaken. Are you not back together?" you ask, causing the three men to look toward each other, only for D'artagnan to answer.
"No, all of our lives have grown too far from the past," he states, just as your eyes fall onto Aramis' priest collar.
"I see," you breathe, looking away from the white collar.
"I'll make some tea," Athos says, moving across the room, disappearing behind a wall.
Hand still in Aramis' hold, allowing him to lead you to the couch, had D'artagnan already sat himself on. Looking to him as Aramis moves to the fireplace, quickly lighting it, then sitting next to you. Resting both of your hands atop their knees, feeling D'artagnan relax while the other man tenses, smiling to yourself, knowing nothing has changed.
Leaning toward Aramis, head resting upon his shoulder, hearing the man's breath shudder. Gradually melting in your touch, even as your head turns, planting a kiss onto his jaw. Gazing up at the man, seeing as he steals a glance into your eyes, quickly looking away, caught.
Grinning as he takes a deep breath, no doubt silently praying to whatever god he worships for mercy. Feeling a hand rest upon your thigh, disrupting your torment of the priest, looking to D'artagnan, who also smiles, waiting for him to say the words, but he stays quiet. Moving off Aramis, leaning toward the other man, head resting against his chest.
"You keep going like that, Aramis will run out of prayers to save his soul," he says, making you laugh.
"Then he'll have to start praying to me," you whisper, close to the man's ear, sending his head back, eyes glancing toward him, checking if he had heard.
"You haven't changed one bit," he whispers, eyes finding their way back to you. Not allowing a second more to go by between you, kissing the smirk on his lips, only to again be pulled apart by a sound.
Turning to see Athos, setting a teacup upon the coffee table, eyes and mouth in awe. Offering a hand to one of your most passionate lovers, satisfied at the eagerness he takes it with, not needing to be tugged along. Stepping around the low table, stopping in front, quickly lifting your hand to his lips, planting a soft trail of kisses up your arm, eyes never leaving you.
Finally reaching your lips, hand letting go, allowing both of Athos' hands to fly to your cheeks, cupping them as his kiss grows hungrier. Moans slipping from your throat, driving the man's body, leaning in, knee resting between your legs.
Kisses trail once again, head tilting to the side, granting them access to their old territory. Finding another set of lips to love, soaking in D'artagnan and Athos' unchanging desire, as if picking up the last time you all were in Paris together.
Feeling as Athos' hands travel down your body, squeezing at each inch before kneeling, lips leaving your neck, making D'artagnan take his place. Head turning to watch Athos between your legs, quickly working at the hem of your clothing, helping by lifting your hips, allowing the man to slide off every piece of clothing below them.
Diving in, looking at the sight of his face, though gaining the bursting bloom of pleasure coursing through your veins. Moans sing from your lips again, prompting a groan to sound from your right, looking to Aramis, finding the man in utter shambles. Eyes unable to look away from Athos, reading the wish in his eyes, wanting to be him, softly eating at you.
Reaching out to the yearning man, cupping his chin, leading his lips to yours. Kissing the priest gently, knowing your hand won't give him the same treatment, snaking to the hem of his pants. Teasing at their work, slipping underneath, causing him to moan delectably against your mouth.
Hand wrapping around his hardening cock, earning a gasp, pulling air from your mouth. Stroking up its length, stopping at the head, pulling it from the confines of his pants. Shivering at the freedom, gazing into your eyes, melting in your divine touch.
Looking away, head rolling along the back couch cushion, seeing D'artagnan utterly starved, envious of the other men's pleasure. Quelling his big emotions, palming the hard lump of his clothed cock. Hissing at your quick movement, pulling his cock in the open, churning as your stroke upward, just how he liked.
All three of your heads tilt back, gasps, moans, and groaning pleas fill the warm air around you. Pleasure causing numbness to wash throughout your legs as Athos' finger finds your wet insides, tongue and mouth working to pull your soul out.
Body clueless on what to do, legs attempting to close, stopped by Athos' head. Restlessness powering your hands to stroke the two cocks faster, hearing D'artagnan cursing your name while Aramis mutters an illegible prayer.
Eyes unable to keep open as your jaw melts, allowing your vocal cords to sing a beautiful melody of moans, your boys following seconds later. Heat bursting up your body, heart pumping, head digging into the couch's cushion, gasping Athos, D'artagnan, and Aramis' names in different breaths.
Riding out your climax onto Athos' fingers and perfectly working mouth as the other two fuck your unmoving hand, whimpering your name. Slowly coming back as the white spots within your vision dissipate, head rising to the view of D'artagnan's and Athos' cum covering both of your hands.
Squeezing, giving their length one last stroke before leaving their twitching cocks, hearing them gasp, then letting out a sigh. Licking your dry lips, whining as Athos parts with the sensitive space between your legs. Staring at the man, who too licks his lips, tasting something much different.
All of the mess and audible breaths bring you back to the many years running with the three, loving, fucking, and fighting through Europe, but somehow always ending up back in Paris. Knowing even as they left your side, the three would always love you to Paris and back.
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WORDS: 4.1K
SUMMARY: Always seeing Deputy Reid on your way to classes, going out of his way to take care of you, only when caught on a drug charge does Charlie expect appreciation for his investment.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Authority, Ultimatum, Pressuring, College | University Student Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, No Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Obsessive Behavior, Mention of past stalking, Mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Mistakingly Arrested, Smut, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Gagging, Head pushing, Throat Fucking, Car Sex, Blow Jobs in a Car, Riding, Front Seat Sex, Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Coming Inside Someone
A/N: Inspired by the wonderful fanfic pay up, doll (cr) by @neverinadream ! (I hope that's okay, if not, I'll take this down. Let me know!) I was drooling over this fic the entire time reading it!
I had the idea of Charlie looking after/befriending a college student reader already, but I loved the idea of it turning dark and the headcanon of him doing something like that, therefore birthing this. Please read the tags and know I was an animal while writing this. This man just brings something out of me.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Hand clutching onto your shoulder bag handle, cold air nipping at its exposed skin, while the other is shoved deep within the pocket of your hoodie. Breathing in the cold morning air that dries out your nostrils. Shortly, kicking around a small rock as you walked along the empty sidewalk, losing it as you heard the close rumble of a car's engine.
Turning as it enters the side of your vision, knowing just by the color, window tint, and visible enough scratch of the passenger door who it was. Smile growing onto your lips, feet halting as the car pulls to a stop, window rolling down.
"Morning, Charlie," you greet.
"Good Morning," He returns, forearm resting atop the wheel, body turned toward you. "You want a ride?" he asks, smile pulling at his lips.
"Yes, please," you say, hearing the car unlock. Opening it with a pop, climbing in, closing the door once, shrugging off your bag, setting it on the floor.
"Do you have morning classes again, or are you free for breakfast?" he asks, watching you buckle in. Eyes meeting once, clicking the metal piece in.
"I've got time, yeah," you accept. "I don't have class until noon," you say, cheeks warming in the hot air blowing at you.
"Then why are you walking to class this early?" he asks, looking both ways at the small intersection.
"The cafeteria started putting out these morning pastries. I was going to grab one before they're all gone, then work on my project for one of my classes in the library," you explain, catching his eyes when they peel off the road as you talk.
"Yeah? You'll have to get me one to try," he says, the car stopping at a red light, allowing his eyes to settle on you. Seeing as they flicker down to your chest, causing him to smirk, looking away.
"What?" you ask, looking down, pinching the hoodie, pulling at it, looking for any stains.
"You still have it," he comments, laugh huffing through his nose.
Reading 'Detroit Police Academy' on the hoodie, still remembering the night he'd offered it. Stranded by an ex-friend on the outskirts of Chicago, lost after looking for a house party they swore by. Stepping out of the car, trying to get a signal for the GPS, only to hear then see them drive off down the road, passenger swinging.
Calling Charlie once, finally finding one, crying, barely legible over a bad signal. Leaving work early, driving over forty minutes, finding you sitting on the side of a dirt road, with nothing but barren fields for miles, just as the sun started to set. Digging the old hoodie from the backseat as warm air blasted against your frozen skin, helping you slip it on. Waving you off when trying to give it back in your dorm parking lot, leaving Charlie with a hug, goodbye, and thank you.
"Yeah, it's warm," you say, fingertips releasing the hoodie. "Do you want it back?" you ask, gazing back up at the deputy, whose attention is on the unmoving road.
"No, you're the only one keeping that thing alive, it would be in the trash by now if I kept it," he says, slowly pulling into the roadside parking.
Stepping out of the car, leaving your bag behind, knowing no one could see through the tint enough to spot something to steal. Walking alongside Charlie toward the corner diner, stopping as he opens the door for you.
"Thank you," you say, passing through. Nose welcomed by the heavy food-scented air, hearing metal spatulas and ceramic breakfast plates clanking together.
Both of your heads turn toward a sweet voice that calls your names, smiling at the small old waitress who shuffles over to you, two menus in hand.
"Good to see you both again, it's been too long," she greets, smiling widely, showing off her lovely wrinkles.
"We were just in here last week," he rebuts, playfully.
"Still too long," she says, turning on her limping heel. "I've got your table all set up," She says, leading you both to it.
"Thank you, you're always so sweet to us," Charlie says, smiling kindly.
"Well, yes, it's the lease I can do for our city's Deputy Chief," she says, stopping off to the side, allowing both of you to climb into the booth. Setting down the menus, attention finally fell onto you.
"So how have your classes been?" she asks, hand resting atop Charlie's booth.
"Good, I'm getting ready for midterms," you answer.
"That's good to hear. You know my grandson's starting in the spring, maybe you can show him around," She says.
"We'll see," Charlie pipes in, causing her to frown.
"Oh, I know you're protective over this one, Charlie, but my grandson's a good boy, a little tour of the campus isn't going to hurt," she defends, hand resting on her hip.
"I'm sure he is," he answers, looking to you with a smile.
"Anyway, I'll start on your drinks," she says, waddling off, leaving you to look at the menu. Skimming the laminated menu, feeling Charlie's eyes on you, sensing his next words.
"How's school been? I haven't seen you since Friday," he asks, wanting a real answer to the question asked before.
"Sorry, I've just been busy finishing work and studying," you explain, looking up, seeing as he nods, lips thinned. "But it's been good, nothing too crazy," you answer, earning a bit of a smile from him.
"Well, if you're free tonight, there's this new place that opened up near the precinct," he starts. "I've been hearing my buddies rave about it, so I was wondering if you could try it with me," he asks, smile growing much softer.
"Can we go tomorrow night? I have a study for a test that's tomorrow," you say, watching his smile slightly drop. "You can pick me up after, and we can go," you offer, bringing his lips back up.
"Yeah, of course, what time?" he asks, hands folding together, attention fully onto you.
"I should be done by two," you say, earning another head nod, allowing the conversation to fall quiet. Eyes looking back onto the menu, finding something off it just as your drinks began to be placed on the table.
Sat, head slumped down, tears having come and gone, dried on top of your cheeks. Nose filled with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and weed. Red and blue lights still able to reach your vision, handcuffs burning a chill against your wrists, not allowing you to forget the events of the past hour.
Cursing at yourself for trusting her again, for being in the same room as her. Once again, putting you in a situation where you get the short end of the stick. From watching her pull out the small bag of coke to when a cop opened the door, causing her to run, and you freeze. Arrested in your ex-friend's place, life now over, no more scholarship, no more college.
Head rising, hearing your name called, eyes frantically searching for the source in the scene until finding him. Tears starting up again, unable to look at Charlie in the eyes, witnessing his face twist with confusion, anger, and disappointment.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you repeat, voice strained, new hot tears running down your cheeks as he comes closer.
"Hey, it's okay," he comforts, reaching for something in his belt cover by a black jacket before disappearing behind you. Feeling his thick fingers touch the metal cuffs, unlocking each side, freeing your aching arms.
Immediately wrapping yourself up, hands soothing over your cold skin, turning to look at the Deputy. Watching as he takes off his jacket, leaving him in a buttoned flannel, covering you with the warm jacket without meeting your eyes.
"Charlie," you whine, attempting to start.
"Keep your mouth shut until I get you in the car," he says, rough hands grabbing your shoulders, turning you around.
Hand pushing against your lower back, walking toward the crowd of cops and college students you'd just been in a frat house with. Lowering your eyes, passing by, feeling theirs fall onto the two of you.
"I've got this one," Charlie says to another cop while walking by. Continuing to push you through, head swimming at the bombardment of lights. Tugging his jacket tighter around you, inhaling his scent
Finally weeding out the mess, seeing his car parked on the side of the street. Releasing your lower back, opening the passenger door for you. Climbing in just as you did that morning, only less articulated, foot slipping off the edge. Causing Charlie to catch you, hands pushing the underside of your thigh and hip, helping you get in. Reaching over your body, his warm arm presses against your torso as he buckles you in.
Slamming the door before you could thank him, instead watching Charlie walk around the front of the car, getting a glimpse at his irritated expression. Hopping in without a word, slamming his door, starting the car quickly. Recklessly making a three-point turn, speeding down the street, making it two blocks down before hearing him speak.
"That was your study night before the test tomorrow?" he asks, voice low and rough. Feeling his eyes burn into you once, stopping at a light.
"No, the party was last minute," you clarify, voice much more meek. "I thought I could grab a couple of free drinks," you finish, hearing the man sigh, leather wheel weeping in his tightening grip.
"Why the fuck would you need to go to a party for that? You have me," he scolds, pressing on the gas as the light turns green, sending your head back, forcing it to rest against the seat. "Well, a drug charge doesn't sound like a couple of free drinks, does it?" he scoffs.
"I'm sorry, I got caught up with her in one of the bathrooms, we were talking, then she pulled out a bag of coke, then a cop walked in. Fuck Charlie, I'm going to lose my scholarship!" you cry, it all hitting you again, hands holding your head, curling in the seat, sobbing. Feeling Charlie's hand land, soothing your back, doing little to quell the overwhelming doom your body shakes from.
"Look, don't worry about the drug charge. I can make it go away," he says, slowing your heaving. Glancing up at the man, hands wet with tears, sitting up in your seat.
"Really? You'd do that?" you sob, earning a nod from Charlie. "Thank you," you cry, feeling his hand on your shoulder caress your arm.
Glancing out the car window as the vehicle slows, driving into your dorm parking lot, watching as he finds a parking spot. Slightly jolting as he puts the car in park, then turning toward you.
"Thank you again, Charlie, I don't know what to say," you start, wiping away your tears, "I'm going to get some sleep, I'll call you once I'm at my dorm," you finish, pulling the handle, only to find it locked. Looking back at Charlie, seeing his tilted head and unamused expression.
"A cocaine charge isn't easy to scrub out of the mind of my officers," he explains, causing your brows to furrow.
"I didn't take any, you can drug test me," you offer, pleading your case further.
"It's too late for a drug test," he lies.
"But-" Charlie interprets.
"You're going to make up to me," he starts, voice becoming more demanding, "I put a lot of my time into you, making sure you got to class, buying you shit for them, I think I deserve some appreciation," he states.
"I...I don't have any money," he cuts you off with a scoffed laugh.
"I'm not asking for money," he says, legs spreading open, hand moving to rest atop the shoulder of your seat.
"I don't understand, then with what?" you ask, your voice just as confused as you are.
"Your mouth," he answers, head tilting to the side, flashing a fake smile.
"What?" Your heart sinks, though it illuminates something deep within you.
"Give me a blowjob, and I'll make it all go away," he clarifies, allowing a second of dead air to wash over you before continuing, "If not, then I'm sure our breakfast spot is hiring," he says, head tilting back.
Weighting his words in your mind, trying to ignore the sense of a new hunger that billows within your stomach. Gazing down at Charlie's hand, watching it palm the hard outline of his cock. Biting your bottom lip, looking around at the parking lot, scanning for any movement.
"What if someone sees us?" you ask, heart beating in your throat.
"Trust me, you wouldn't be the first to give head in this parking lot," he laughs, taking his hand away, seeing his bulge twitch against the tight jean fabric.
Making your decision, unbuckling the seatbelt, moving both your knees atop the car's seat. Jacket slipping off your shoulders, bending over the console, allowing it to press uncomfortably into your stomach. Hands shakily reaching for the opening to Charlie's pants, touching the warm metal of his button, each notch of his zipper rattling in your skull.
Opening a view to another layer of fabric, fingers stopping, distracted by Charlie's hips shifting, granting you more room to work. Peeling down the hem of his underwear, seeing the base of his hard cock, lay to the side underneath the tight fabric. Pulling the elastic hem further down, hearing a sigh leave his lips as the underwear rubs against his length.
Finally freeing your ticket to salvation, mouth betrayingly begins to moisten. Gripping the base of his cock, fingers feeling its heat, seeing as it throbs for your lips. Granting its wish, pushed by the thought of the future it would bring you to do so. Lower, tongue touching the tips, as if testing, then wrapping your lips around its head.
Ears perking at Charlie's gasping curses, fueling the pit between your legs, attempting to ignore its growing ache. Moving more of his length in, sliding it against your tongue, lubing its surface. Bobbing back up his length, fingers still holding its base, resting the other hand upon his thigh.
"Yeah, just like that," he moans, placing a hand at the crown of your head. Nudging your head down, gagging on his length, feeling his fingers snake to cup the back of your neck, prohibiting you from releasing his cock.
Coughing around Charlie's length, fighting to breathe through your nose, calming as the spit his cock pushed down your throat came up. Taking a breath, then beginning again, sucking down his length, earning a rumble from Charlie's chest. Cock now lubed with the thick spit of your throat, slurping it up while your tongue massaging his girth. Pushing you down once again, gently leading your head to lower, forcing your throat to take back the head of his cock.
"All the way down," Charlie says, sighing at the soft wet tissue of your throat clutching around him. "Fuck," he moans, fingers digging into your skin. Placing another hand to the back of your skull, holding you still as his hips thrust up.
Letting the base of his cock go, hand pushing against his stomach, trying but failing to lift away from his thrusting hips. Eyes watering, gagging on the inches he fucks into your throat. Face beginning to burn, mind and lungs screaming for a single breath. Pushing back again only forced down harder, hearing the car's interior creak around you.
"Fuck you feel so good" he groans, "I wanted this for so long, fucking my hand while watching your studying at our spot, cumming in my hand knowing it would be your mouth" he confesses, causing your mind and body to swirl with a mix of arousal and fear, imagining the man that had been your savor, stroking, cumming in his hand at the sight of you.
Breaking you from the fuzzy thoughts, slamming his hips up, stopping deep within your throat. Hitting Charlie's thigh and stomach, feeling the deputy give a small thrust, then pulling you away, allowing air back into your lungs. Leaning away, coughing roughly, unclogging the saliva in your airway. Looking at the man through blurry vision, watching as he takes a few breaths of his own, cock still hard, twitching, glistening in the dim light of the dashboard.
"Take off your pants," he orders, dragging your eyes back on him.
"What?" you swallow.
"You heard me, I'm not going to ask you again," he says, harshly.
Doing as you had heard, unbuttoning your own pants, pulling them halfway down before realizing they wouldn't make it over your shoes, sitting in the passenger seat, kicking them off, then your pants.
"These two," he says, reaching out to your underwear, finger diving under their hem, tugging one side down.
Helping with the other side, slipping the thin fabric down and off. Snatching them from your hand just as you were to throw them, watching as Charlie opens the glovebox, stuffing your underwear in, slamming it shut.
"Climb over and saddle me," he orders, again, but you freeze, looking from his bouncing cock then to Charlie's stern eyes. Paused in the seat, clenching at the speculative thought of fucking Charlie, right here, right now.
"If we stop now, parole is the best I can do for you," he says, cockily smirking.
Moving over the console once again, lifting one leg at a time with both of his hands holding your hips. Kneeling at the sides of Charlie's thick thighs, hands gripping the shoulder of his seat. Looking down, losing sight of his cock as he guides you over it.
Peering up at the man, having no other choice but to meet his eyes, studying his dark gaze, choking you with their control. Flickering down to his parted lips, hearing a sigh escape their delicious shape as you lower. Moans slip from your own lips as Charlie drags the head of cock along your hole, only to cut them off, pressing your lips together.
Halting his actions, eyes staring into yours, hand coming up to his own lips, spitting onto his palm. Driving back down, hearing the wet sound of Charlie's hand churning around his length, lubing his cock further before lowered by his free hand planted upon your hip.
Swallowing down the excitement, stomach stirring, feeling his cock's head sinks into you. Vocal cords pinching, refusing to let them release, holding your breath, taking each inch of Charlie's length. Fingers digging into the faux leathered seat, observing Charlie's head fall back.
Moans delectably pour from the man's lips, inhaling a hiss once fully taking you, nearly letting a moan of your own slip, hearing him shakily exhale. Biting your lips as he starts to grind, not yet moving an inch out of you, fighting the ugly battle of denying Charlie what he wanted, causing his hips' strength to grow.
"Shit, you feel better than I imagined," he groans, fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
Yelping at the sudden thrust he gives you, provoking a smirk onto his lips. Biting down harder onto your bottom lip as he thrusts again, body achingly absorbing the mix of pain and pleasure, keeping your eyes locked onto his hazel orbs, keeping your eyes from rolling back.
Snaking a hand up your back, holding you right where he needs you, fucking your perfect hole. Bodies rubbing against each other, sparking a new pool of arousal, unable to focus on anything other than Charlie's belly pushing into you with each thrust. Nudging your body closer, breath mixing in the small space he created, lips inches away.
Thrusts slowly to a grind, catching his breath with fingers pressing burningly into your hips, forcing them to move back and forth. Stomach and clothed pelvis rubbing against you, a small whine escapes your throat, causing Charlie's brows to furrow.
"Just give in, it'll feel good," he purrs, words hot against your lips, eyes locked onto yours.
Fighting in your final moments before finally caving into the ocean of pleasure his cock provides your body. Head hesitantly tilting back, jaw softening, allowing moans to purr from your cords, bodies at last melting together. Hands moving down to the clothed surface of his shoulder, hips slowly moving with his, unlocking a new bloom of pleasure rushing through your veins.
Staring into Charlie's hazel eyes, inhaling each one of his breaths, further dulling your mind. Moving a hand down, touching yourself as the pace he fucks, while your other slides up the side of his neck, cupping it, name almost rolling to the tip of your tongue. Crashing his lips into yours before the first syllable could leave your lips, dwindling both of your moans down to muffled vibrations. Eyes closing, leaving your mind with only the overwhelming euphoria of his cock, taking him deeper with each bounce.
Breaking the kiss, needing to be heard, catching the breaths lost between the kisses. Hearing as both of your curses mix in the small space, sweat beading on both of your upper lips. Lips smashing back together with your own desire, tasting much more than the man's clear, thick saliva. Moaning as the salt pinches the soft muscle of your tongue, taking a minute to soothe over the rest of its surface, rapidly fading in the background as bliss builds within your lower torso.
"Fuck Charlie," your whine, between lips, breaking the kiss as your head rolls to the side, working faster between your legs.
"That's it, don't stop," he breathes, head resting against the seat, eyes locked onto yours. "I'm gonna cum," he groans, brows furrowing, thrust beginning again, taking over for your sloppy hips.
Planting a hand atop Charlie's chest, drowning in the warm bliss brushing throughout your body, cumming as his cock still works within you. Lending pressure to each other, clutching around Charlie as he carves against your wet walls, shoving the old man to his climax.
Grunting loudly, making out the sound of your name before his hand pushes against the back of your skull, teeth punching into your top lip, only for Charlie's to kiss comfort into it. Cooling the pain as your climax attempts to fade into a buzzing rhythm, failing as a warm gush floods your insides, shoveling it deeper down your walls by Charlie's cock, still thrusting, savoring every second of you.
Swallowing between breaths, consciousness gradually finding purpose back in each other's minds, vision coming back to your glossy eyes. Scanning the sight in front of you, watching, hand feeling the way Charlie's chest heaves before inhaling, fingers releasing his flannel shirt. Traveling up his dominating body, noticing the sweat glistening on the surface of his neck, following it up to his eyes.
Whimpering as Charlie's hips shift, lightly thrusting his softening cock within you, prompting a smile to grow upon his lips. Moving a hand from your hip to the side of your face, denying you the choice of turning away.
"Don't ever do that shit again, call me next time," he says, fingers slightly pressing into your flesh. "Okay?" he asks, earning a nod from you, satisfying the man again.
Lifting from his seat, lips pressing much softer this time into yours. Kissing the man back, roughly, savoring his taste and feel. Breaking away, stealing one last stare into Charlie's eyes before moving off the man. Hearing as his cock leaves you with a wet suctioned sound, rolling over the console, reaching for the glove box for your underwear.
"Leave them," Charlie orders, opening the middle console, taking out a stack of take-out napkins, plopping half onto your thigh.
Wiping up the mess of cum, spit, and bodily lube, clenching, even too sensitive for your own unpleasuring touch. Setting the napkins atop the console, only having to put your pants back on, then lazily tying on your shoes.
Finishing with the last foot, feeling something wrap around your arm, turning to see his arm extended, hand holding onto you.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning. I'm driving you to class, then we're going to dinner after," he instructs, not letting go of your arm until you nod. "Now what do you say?" he asks, leaving you with a moment of confusion.
"Thank you, Charlie," you say, voice a little low and strained, sore from the throat fucking.
"Good, get some rest, you have a test tomorrow," he says, pressing a button on his car door, unlocking your side.
Pulling the handle, opening this time, letting you go free. Sliding out, feet shakily standing on the parking lot ground, hearing it crunch underneath as you step back, closing the door. Seeing as Charlie waves, a small smirk pulling on the left corner of his lips, leaving you with the undeniable truth that now you're all his.
Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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We're getting close to 5K followers! As always, we celebrate the milestone with a post you guys poll on because I love you guys soooo muuuccchhh!
I chose Andrew Cody this time, seeing that my fanfictions on him are pretty popular in my notifications. So I made this milestone about our boy! Please pick what you'd like for this celebration post.
It will post it when we hit 5k.
- This will be gender neutral.
- This will be a imagine, not a headcanon.
Andrew Cody 5K Celebration Poll
Finding out he has a kid after getting out of prison. | Fluff
Drunk Andrew. | Fluff
Sextape. Then his brothers find it after. | Smut
Horny as hell after getting out of prison. | Smut
Finding Andrew at the end and nursing him back to health. | Hurt Comfort
Convincing Andrew to leave when in Mexico after getting shot. | Hurt Comfort
The Cody's take you hostage. Andrew cares for you. | Establishing a Relationship
Stranded on an island alone together. | Establishing a Relationship
RED* = SMUT | SLIGHT SMUT | LEMON | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
ORANGE~ = FLUFF
PURPLE^ = NOT FLUFF/SMUT
ONESHOTS | SERIES
PURPLES BLOOMS~ GN! READER
WORDS: 2.4K
SUMMARY: Coming home to you, finding the bruises hidden under Valentino's shirt after a rough show. Kissing, caring for each bruise along his skin, running him a bath, before winding down for the night in Valentino's arms.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Minor Injuries, Bruises, Cuddling & Snuggling, Neck Kisses, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, Back Massage, Massage, Sleepy Cuddles, Mask is off
HEADCANONS
NOTHING...
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WORDS: 2.4K
SUMMARY: Coming home to you, finding the bruises hidden under Valentino's shirt after a rough show. Kissing, caring for each bruise along his skin, running him a bath, before winding down for the night in Valentino's arms.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Minor Injuries, Bruises, Cuddling & Snuggling, Neck Kisses, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, Back Massage, Massage, Sleepy Cuddles, Mask is off
A/N: I've been seeing tiktoks on this man and I had to scratch a itch.
Shifting the hand pressing against your cheek, elbow resting atop the couch's armrest, unwavering the adhesive your eyes have to the TV. Mindlessly watching the show you'd switched to when your favorite had ended, using the noise to keep yourself awake.
Warm underneath the blanket hanging from your shoulders, inhaling the faint scent of the man you ache to fall asleep in the arms of. Eyes flickering again to the clock below the TV, further caving into the thought of sleep, convincing your muddy mind to skip out on the tender intimacy of comfortably falling asleep atop Valentino's chest.
Tempted even to pass out atop the couch, to make Valentino scoop you up before walking into the bedroom. Smiling at that dreamy thought, eyes sluggishly blinking, brain nearly agreeing with the plan, only to sober up. Ears perking at the muffled sound of keys, attention flickering toward the front door as it opens, letting the cool night air in.
Relief washing over your body, seeing Valentino filling the doorway, stepping into your home. Eyes finding you a few feet away, causing the sharp corner of his lips to lift into a sweet smile, never looking away while closing, locking the door behind him.
"Welcome home," you say, fighting not to sound hoarse, not needing him to dote on you after a show.
Staying put atop the couch, leaving him to close the distance between you, walking from tile to rug. Letting go of his bag beside the TV stand, gifting you both of his hands. Smiling up at the tall man blocking the bright glow of the TV, leaning down, kissing your lips with a warm hand cupping your cheek. Finding Valentino's jaw as your other hand takes hold of his free hand, absorbing the sweat created from clutching the handle of his bag.
"Why are you still up?" he asks, softly, as your lips part. Smile turning shy, gazing up into Valentino's eyes, feeling his thumb soft caress the apple of your cheek.
"I was waiting for you," you answer, hearing his tongue separate with the roof of his mouth with a click. "How'd it go?" you ask, trying to deflect his oncoming fuss, hand escaping his loving hold, traveling up the length of Valentino's forearm. Squeezing its peak, receiving an indrawn hiss from his teeth, stopping the words forming against his lips, whether they were concern or an answer to your question, he didn't speak.
"What? What's wrong?" You ask, quickly releasing his arm, following Valentino's eyes as they flicker to the space.
Removing your other hand from his face, leaning back, reaching out to the lamp atop the small table beside the couch. Pulling the small chain, head snapping back to Valentino's arm, spotting the red splotches where your hand once landed. Shoulders dropping at the sight, head slightly tilting along with them.
"What happened?" you ask, voice pitching with hurt. Eyes flicker up, finding his eyes, seeing as his brows furrow, mind working to dampen your fresh concern.
"Nothing. I missed a couple of jumps and hit the ground. Don't worry," he explains, moving to hold your hand again. "Come on, let's go into the room," he prompts, changing the subject, though not good enough, as your mind doesn't erase the issue.
Extending your free arm, grabbing the fabric of his shirt before lifting it up, revealing the blooms of red and purple along his side, continuing down past the hem of his pants.
"This isn't nothing, Valentino," you say, looking up at him, finding his lips and eyes closed shut, a sigh exiting his nose. Glancing back down, lifting his shirt further up, spotting slightly smaller bruises along the other side, peeling up the fabric more nearly revealing his chest before Valentino stops you.
"Let's go to the room," he proposes again. Taking your hand that clenches the fabric of his shirt away, holding out his other for you to take.
"I want to see the rest," you say, standing up from the couch with his help.
"If you just want my shirt off, all you have to do is ask," he teases, only to be met with your flat expression.
"I'm serious, Valentino," you say, turning away, pulling the chain to the lamp, turning it off. Hearing him set down the remote after turning the TV off, following him out of the living room, down the hall of your home into the dim bedroom.
Illuminating the space with a simple flick of the light switch, watching as he begins to take off his shirt, back facing you, fully exposing its surface first. Fresh bruises paint up his right side, nearly connecting to the one painted between his toned upper back. Studying the bit that starts to purple before losing sight as Valentino turns, showing the ones you'd seen, only for the one atop his bicep.
"You're covered in them," you announce, hurt tightening within your chest.
"No, I'm not," he refutes, brows furrowed, looking away, twisting his head and body, trying to catch a glance at the scene displayed across his back.
"I'm running you a bath with some salts," you state, moving past Valentino, flicking on the light while passing through the threshold of the open bathroom door.
Hearing only a sigh from his nose as a protest, turning the bathtub's nozzle, ears picking up the electrifying sound of his belt being undone. Attempting to ignore it, digging through the cabinet underneath the sink, finding the muscle-relaxing salts. Turning with them in hand, catching the sight of your Valentino, dressed only in the underwear that hugs him tightly.
Looking away as he turns in your direction from placing his pants within the hamper, continuing the process of pouring out some flakes of salt where it runs into the growing body of water. Gradually clouding the clear blue bath, smelling strongly of lavender and chamomile.
Splashes of water break the tranquil stream, Valentino quickly moves into your vision as he settles down into the water, causing its level to rise just enough.
Hearing the sighs that leave his lips, stalling your next action of closing up the bag. Observing Valentino's head lay back against the tub's edge, absorbing the warmth before glancing up at your watchful state, waking you. Smirk pulling at his lips as your cheeks flush, buffering to remember where the sink was, putting the bag back.
Closing the cabinet, facing Valentino, turning the water off for him. Running your fingers through his hair, hot scalp against your fingertips, urging the domestic desire your lips to ask.
"Can I wash your hair?" you ask, eyes flickering down to his that look up so beautifully.
"Go ahead," He encourages, smile sitting softly atop his lips, earning a one from you.
Leaving the view of him behind, walking toward the shower, picking up his shampoo bottle, dispensing the soap into your palm. Moving back to the tub, laying the puddle of shampoo atop the crown of his head, laying it out flat before reaching down, scooping up the cloudy water. Pouring it onto his head before threading your fingers through his hair, producing a thick lather of soap.
Scooping another single handful of water before traveling to the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp, earning the full weight of his head within your hands. Relaxing, his lips slightly agape, sounding with a deep, quiet hum of delight. Dark lashes lay closed, allowing you to adore the man unseen.
Pressing into the sides of Valentino's neck, massaging down its length, working along his shoulders, feeling the muscles under the sweet layers of skin tense before relaxing as you draw back up. Rubbing a circle at the base of his neck, pushing up, thumbs enter the trimmed edge of his scalp.
Feeling blood rushing through his plump muscles, hearing a low sigh escape Valentino's lips, passing over shoulders once more before leaving them alone. Traveling back into the comfort of his sudsy head of hair, both hands holding the back of his head, leaning down, placing a gentle kiss atop his forehead. Gaining his hazel eyes, followed by a warm smile, you share in return. Leaning further, kissing his lips, not caring if soap found its way onto your shirt.
Humming with your own delight, soft heat brings a comforting flutter to spin within your mind, radiating down your spine, building the urge to curl up in his arms. Pulling back, eyes locking lovingly, attempting to finish your work. Scrubbing the space behind Valentino's ears, then up along his hairline, lightly massaging his temples, watching his eyes fight to stay open.
Retreating, hand-lathered in thick white suds, reaching to the side to dunk them in the water, cleaning your hands enough to turn the water back on. Meeting you halfway, moving to your location, twisting to angle his head below the nozzle.
Quickly washing out the shampoo, not wanting his neck to ache while resting in a bath of muscle relaxant. Mind too occupied on the rush to notice Valentino's hand rising from the water, breaking from the state of mind at the sensation of wet warmth wrapping partially around your forearm. Peeking at its source, finding his hand, gently latched onto you just as his eyes do, enticing you to seek them out.
Fighting their captivating pull, checking over your work before softly lifting his head back up. Only then you fall victim to their attractive gaze, though losing them and their effect once he travels back, resting against the tub, head not yet relaxing on its edge. Dark wet strains combed back, dripping veined droplets down his forehead, seldom falling onto his shoulders and chest.
Hand having moved down the length of your forearm, holding your hand within his, thumb gently pressing against your knuckles, index caresses your palm.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," you say, squeezing his hand, signaling your leaving to Valentino's mind.
"Join me," he says, keeping your hand within his even as you begin to slip away. Brows furrowing at his offer, watching Valentino's legs already moving, making room for your body.
"I don't want to hurt you," you explain, peeking down at the bruise on his wet arm.
"You won't," he comforts, promoting a skeptical expression on your face, which he delightfully smiles at. Hand slipping from his, smile fading, only to watch as you start undressing.
"Cover your eyes," you direct, seeing as Valentino's eyes fall to the hem of your shorts, where your fingers dug under their hem, ready to pull them down.
Caught, he grins, bringing up a hand to his eyes, covering them at your request. Carrying on, slipping each piece of clothing one by one, nearly shivering at the chill of the bathroom air on your naked skin.
Hurrying to lift a foot, toes, foot, and ankle all engulfed by the hot water. Foot lying flat on the bottom of the tub, hurrying to place the other one in. Lowering, immersing in the steaming body of water, barely able to sit at the bottom before strong arms wrap around you.
Hands planted against the surface of your stomach, back pressing into his hot chest, head relaxing upon his left shoulder. Removing a hand from your skin, rising from the water, watching Valentino's hand plant atop your knee. Eyes closing, body softening in the hot bath, lulled more by the sound of Valentino's breathing. Fighting off the smile on your lips, feeling his eyes set on you.
Returning the love, placing a hand atop the one that rests against your stomach. Triggering his lips, kissing the side of your head, relaxing, smile stretching across your lips as his creates a trail that finds the thin, sensitive skin of your neck. Shoulders scrunch as a laugh bubbles from your throat, rumbles of a laugh vibrate against your skin, only to stop as Valentino's lips leave the surface of your shoulder.
Relaxing once again, tilting your head to the right, closing your neck to him. Granting his lips access to the crown of your head, barely lifting his lips to plant each kiss, hearing the faint sound of a long inhale, stopping just as he parts with your skull.
Smirking at the loving revelation of his longing, tempted to turn and kiss his perfect lips. Muscles too relaxed to do so, melting further into his body, mind at the smell of the warm water mixed with the salts. Eyes closing only to wake at Valentino's hand squeezing your knee, attempting to blink away the heaviness.
"Are you ready for bed?" he whispers, voice thick within your ear. Nodding at his question, prompting his hands to move, grabbing your hips.
Helping you up and out of the bath before following, water slipping off your naked bodies, dripping onto the bathmat. Reaching for the towel faster than you could, unraveling the white cloud, laying it upon your shoulders.
Holding both sides of the towel together, watching as he grabs on for himself, wrapping it around his waist, drawing your eyes' attention to his torso.
Pulling away from the view as he finishes, eyes flickering up, caught by his, cheeks flushing, seeing as he grins. Hands reaching to your shoulders, moving the towel, drying each one of your arms. Smoothing the absorbent fabric over your chest, arms lifting up as Valentino's strong hands move down to your waist, pulling a laugh from your bitten lips.
Knelling to dry your hips and ass, placing a hand to his damp shoulder, finding stability. Lifting each leg for him to dry, both hands clasped to your leg, soft towel in the space between as he glides back up the same path. Ending at your hips, attempting to bring it up and wrap the now damp towel around your body, only to be stopped.
Taking the fabric from Valentino's hold, steady in both hands, reaching up to his dark, wet strains of hair. Ruffing his hair within the towel, feeling as he leans in, helping you reach. Lifting it from his head, laughing at the partly dry spikes of hair, meeting his eyes as they open.
Staring into them, a soft smile pinching both of your cheeks as you move down, gently drying his shoulders. Seeing as his eyes float down to your naked body, loving each inch in view, blooming a smile upon your lips. More ready for bed, to dress, to peel back the covers to your shared bed, and snuggle into his warm arms.
Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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Hello!! I saw that in your pole you had a codys taking r hostage, i found it so interesting and was wondering if youd still consider exploring it after the celebration? 💕
Definitely! Most of the ones I have on there, I'm either planning or open to exploring in multiple parts. All of them came from my list of ideas I have for him, so they'll all eventually be written sometime in the future. Thank you for asking!
