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Ashton not knowing how to do his little girl, Makena’s hair would be a big problem. He would try to look up tutorials to put her hair in a braid or in nice pigtails but he could never do it right. Everything about it was so complicated and he didn’t know how to tie a bow right or braid hair. He would do his best to make sure her hair was at least brushed before they left for school and sometimes he would put it in a high pony but that was all he knew how to do. After a mishap at the grocery store, one of those tiny rubber hair ties would get it stuck in Makena’s hair.

Ashton had no clue what to do and neither did any of the other boys and YouTube just made it worse until his daughter was crying because he broke her hair. As a last resort he knocked on his next door neighbors apartment door. That was how he officially met you other than side glances getting mail or being in the elevator together. He would be asking for help- nearly begging, when you let him inside and assessed the problem. His little girl was standing behind him with tears streaming down her face and a seemingly permanent frown. The rubber tie came out of the hair fairly quickly and then she would ask you fro more help and braid her hair, this time using regular ties. Ashton would end up thanking you to much and promising if you ever needed anything he would be eager to help out any way he could.

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The fact that your new roommate was a boy wasn’t a problem, it was just that you had a roommate that bothered you. Your parents were going to be paying half of your rent any longer, forcing you into getting one. You probably could have handled the rent alone if you did more shows. You would have to adjust your schedule so that the boy wouldn’t be a problem.

The best thing about him was that he was insanely attractive, and had a habit of walking around nearly nude. Great masturbation footage for the show. You just prayed your parents and roommate didn’t find out. There had previously been a few creeps who traced your IP and found you, asking for a private show. Even a few students who tried to blackmail you into doing their work for them not to tattle. There weren’t any rules against being a cam girl in college, so it didn’t matter if the school find out. Just the parents, and maybe the really hot roommate. You prayed each time he was gone that he wouldn’t come home during one of your shows.

However, luck was always on your side and Luke never came home while you were thinking about him being balls deep in you and you moaned out obscene words. The thing about Luke was that he went home on the weekends and to his friends on Wednesdays. He didn’t have school Thursday. That left you three days, four if you were lucky. Five if his early Friday classes were cancelled.

It was going smoothly until Luke was at his friend, Calum’s, house, as usual and Calum just had to bring you up. You had met Calum once when Luke invited you to the beach. A tiny tattoo gracing the skin of your hip was visible above the waistband of your suit. Calum was so sure it was the same tattoo that the cam-girl had when he watched the little shows you put on Saturday nights. The same nights Calum knew Luke was out There were shows Wednesdays too, but he never watched them because of his friends being over.

It made almost perfect sense to him, you were a secret cam girl who did her shows when no one else was home. “Hey, Luke, we gotta talk about your roommate.” Calum figured pulling Luke from the crowd was the best idea, especially if Luke wanted proof.

Luke stumbled behind Calum as he led him into his room. “What’s up? Did something happen? Oh god, is Molly okay, did she run off again? Let me find my keys,” the panicked look and rambling almost made Calum decide not to tell. But he had to.

Calum was still iffy about the ordeal, and maybe telling Luke as he’s half drunk wasn’t the best idea. He opened his mouth and settled with, ‘No, your dog is fine. It’s about your roommate, (Y/N).”

“God, she’s a fucking babe isn’t she? Fuck. Sorry, what is it?”

“I think it’s better if I show you, easier to explain I guess. Give me a minute to find it,” Calum shoved his hand under his bed and pulled out his laptop. withing a minute he was on her page and the stream was ready to resume. alum handed Luke the laptop and pressed the pink play button at the bottom of the video. Her moans instantly filled the room, Calum’s sound was low but you could hear it enough to know what was happening if you couldn’t see the screen. “Look at the tattoo on her hip, doesn’t (Y/N) have the same one?”

Luke stared at the screen in bewilderment, this couldn’t be you. You were so innocent, and pure and fuck this was not helping with the fact he was already so into you. When he glanced to the side he saw the comments, the chat was constantly refreshing and he saw multiple mentions of money. So this was how you made enough money for the apartment and food and tuition and anything else you wanted. Your face wasn’t in the camera but Luke could tell just from the audio that it was you.

The room explained what was at the end of the hallway in your apartment. He always assumed it was a storage closet of some sort but now he realized that it was so much more than that. It was your little play room. “Calum, uh, I gotta go. I’ll see you next week. Or class, yeah, class. Bye,” Luke’s voice could hrdly be heard when he said ‘bye’ but it didn’t matter, he was long gone by the time Calum had time to say goodbye.

When he got back to your shared apartment, Luke slowly opened the door and shut it as quietly as he could. He had taken his boots off in the ball to prevent the sound of them against the floor. HE set them on the fuzzy rug by the couch and made his way down the hall. It was almost silent, except he could hear your gaps and whines. The occasional moan floated through the air and his pants tightened more every time. Instead of opening the door, he sat across from it and waited. He didn’t want to open the door and ruin the show, his mother had taught him to be a nice, considerate man.

He was there for what felt like hours, but was probably only half an hour. When you opened the door in nothing but an opened robe, he almost busted in his pants, you almost screamed. Your mouth opened and closed, there was nothing you could say to make this less mortifying. The one thing you didn’t want to happen, happened.

“Princess…” Luke’s voice when he said the pet name was strained and it sent shivers down your spine. Pet names weren’t unusual with Luke, especially not this one, but the tone was so far from usual. Before he could say any more you were rushing to your room, you were locked in your room before he could even reach your door. There was a knock against the wood, ad a soft murmur of your name but you only ignored him.Taking a shower seemed to be the best option at this point, and the hot water calmed your nerves easily. You stayed in until the water cooled and soothed your red skin.

Without even bothering to get dressed, you slid under your duvet and turned off your lamp. Thankfully, sleep took over before you could overthink what had happened.

You woke up later than you though you would, and you could hear Luke moving about in the kitchen. Oh, what you would do to have him be at Calum’s right now. Your stomach was starting to growl and you desperately needed something to drink. It was either face Luke or starve. As much as you wanted to avoid Luke, your stomach didn’t want to avoid Luke and you could smell food. He was trying to lure you out.

It took quite awhile for you to work up the courage to leave your room, and when you finally got dressed and left, Luke was sitting in his usual spot and the table was set with a variety of foods. When you met Luke he had warned you that when things happen he has a tendency to cook it away. This was one of those things you assumed.

Luke was the first to speak, “It doesn’t have to be awkward, you know that right?” He went back to being quiet when you didn’t say anything. The silence was short lived. “We can go back to our schedule, I pretend I don’t know about the shows, I’ll keep going to my parents and Calum’s. You’ll go on with the shows, it’ll be just like it was before last night. Or…”

You waited for him to continue, but it seemed like he was waiting for your approval to continue talking. You looked up at him and his hair was flat, curled at the ends, but it somehow still looked perfect. With a nod from you he continued, “Or, I could ask you a few things and we could try something… new. If you want I can ask the questions and then we’ll decide, or you could just back out now.”

One of your worst traits was that you were always curious. “You know, curiosity killed the cat,” your voice was so soft, it surprised you both.

“Satisfaction brought it back,” Luke countered. 

Neither of you expected the answer that you gave him. “Ask away, but first, how did you find out?” That was the one things that confused you, he couldn’t have found out before last night and it was sometime during your show. You were almost certain he wasn’t looking up something to get off to during a party.

“Calum, uh, he watched it.” Luke scratched the back of his neck and his face heated up. “He recognized the little tattoo on your hip and showed me your little show.” It was Luke’s turn to be embarrassed, he just admitted that he watched his roommate fuck herself. To his roommate. He avoided your gaze and started drinking his tea. He wasn’t even a huge fan of this specific type, but he knew the scent would pull you from your room.

When he did finally look at you you smile slightly and gave him a nod to continue. “I was wondering how much you make during each session? Sorry if that’s too personal or whatever- but yeah.” He kept pulling his lip ring into his mouth and letting it go and doing it again.

“It depends, sometimes I get requests to do certain things or say something and I get more money on those nights. The most I’ve gotten was four I think,” you tried to act nonchalant while replying, but your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest any second.

Luke’s mouth opened a few times, and he blinked a few times, like he was trying to process the information. “You mean four thousand?” His mouth fell open when you nodded and he seemed to get lost in thought for a moment before he nodded slowly. “Do you think you would make more with a partner?”

This question had your heart skipping a beat. Of course you had a few suggestions of you getting someone to play with, if you could call it that. There had been a time or two when you had a one night stand and they let you record some things to post later to the blog, and that made the donations skyrocket for a few days.

“There would definitely be more donations made, yeah,” You nodded as you replied, and you could easily predict his next question.

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heres a coworker!luke au for @complicashton and @hopelukes coworker blurb night

You and Luke would have met when there was a new corner office that both of you wanted, so of course the two of you were competing for it. What he didn’t know is the spot was already yours and your boss just wanted him to actually do his work. So you boss wold tell him to do something and he would immediately get to work doing it. He was kissing her ass for the spot he couldn’t have. You almost felt bad for it but the you remembered if you hadn’t already been given the office you would be doing the same. 

And you also really hated Luke, just because when you started he was supposed to show you around before you started working as the bosses PA. You were sent to get her coffee on your second day and Luke gave you the wrong order. You almost lost your job that day. Now you and Luke have a rivalry when it comes to literally everything. It was like a love-hate relationship in the way you thrived off beating the other, but still hated working with them.

There were a few times a year that the boss would hold a holiday party, and every year Luke would dress up as Sexy Santa, or Cupid, or Sexy whatever holiday it was. But this year your boss had asked you to dress up for Valentines Day. Luke was absolutely pissed when your boss told him he doesn’t need to dress up and when he asks why you tell him that you’re the new Cupid, “It’s time for a change, Luke.” and winked at him.

The next two weeks he couldn’t get the thought of you biting your lip and winking at him, and every night he wakes up in a light sweat, thinking about you dressed in white lingerie. The night of the party he almost doesn’t go, but he’s not going to let you think he won, so he shows up in almost all black, except the white button up shirt, the first few unbuttoned revealing his chest. 

The first thing he sees is you in all white, and there isn’t a ton of it. Your upper thighs are covered by the satin robe covering up most of what you’re wearing underneath. The outfit compliments your skin tone perfectly and he can see glitter on your chest and some on your legs, and he swears to God that you’re actually one of his angels. The wings on your back are covered in shimmery feathers, and the curls in your hair are brushing against them, some being tangled into them. 

He can’t help but think that you belong in some magazine catalog or in heaven with all the other angels. You belong right next to God with the way you’re looking right now. One of his coworkers, and the only other male he works with actually, Calum nudges him out of his daze with a knowing look.

“Stop staring at her, you’re about to bust a goddamn nut.” He says playfully toward where she’s perched on a bar stool by the food and drinks. Before Luke is even ten feet away from her shes aiming one of her toy arrows at him and letting go, before shooting one straight at Calum. He picks my arrow up from the ground and moves so he’s in front of her.

“What the hell was that, (Y/N)?” He demands. She can’t keep a straight face as she sips her drink.

“You’ve been shot by Cupid’s arrow, silly. Now you’ve got to kiss Cal-Pal.” Her voice is giggly the entire time and he can’t help but want to do as she says just to please her. Luke would do anything she asked with her dressed like this. An idea pop into Lukes head and he take two arrows from her quiver, and gently jabs her with one, and then himself with the other. The surprise on her face is evident as he moves even closer to her, his warm breath over taking her senses.