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I just saw your recent post on AM stans hating on Milex stans… I need a catching up please. What about LV and Amanda (?) and Matt too? I rarely ever dive deep into bands and their members, I just like to appreciate their music.

Thank you ♡

! long post incoming and i want to point out that i don't plan on using this blog to discuss any of these people (only maybe very rarely) - i don't like them, i don't think they're good people, i don't want to argue with people who think otherwise, and i usually ignore whatever they're up to - my main focus will always be on milex/miles !

hi anon! <3 i have no idea how much you know already, or if you basically don't know anything related to these three, or any of them. i will say that i have no screenshots concerning the things that i mention, but searching their names up on tumblr and/or scrolling through blogs like @/shit-talk-turner and @/alexstorm will make things more clear.

this whole thing started when louise posted a screenshot yesterday of an am fan saying some dumb shit about her in the comments and bringing up alexa (i still can't believe she posted this). she posted this with some equally stupid words (i don't have the screenshot - you can find it on twitter/tumblr/ig/tiktok/wherever), and matt then reposted her story, jumping to protect her (maybe amanda did too, i don't know). then she managed to screenshot some nice comments and posted those too, saying that 'love always wins' or something similar, and that haters can kiss her ass (this definitely didn't come across as her craving and asking for some compliments; she definitely doesn't need people babying her in order for her to feel good about herself) - which reminded me of something similar that amanda said like a year ago, that they don't pay attention to the haters anyways, of course after posting a long paragraph paying attention to them (makes me laugh just to think about it).

there are so many other hysterical and foolish things she does, like posting pictures of a messy bed (look, i'm fucking alex turner!), selfies with suspicious rings, other pics hinting at alex's presence, calling paparazzis to take pictures of them on the beach, pretending to be jane birkin and alex to be serge gainsbourg, going off about how independent she is while living off of alex's money, somehow managing to make matt's and amanda's marriage about her (with amanda encouraging her), 'accidentally' always doing these when miles has important things going on, etc etc (the fact that her and miles never interacted in real life is also deeply concerning. alex, dear, you should always trust your best friend when they don't like your partner, they always end up being right - especially knowing that miles was always on really good terms with alex's exs). it's clear that she's deeply insecure and adores when the attention is on her and when people are talking about her, and if she goes for a long period without this, she just has to pull something that will get fans talking. she's trying so hard to fit in and be the sexy rockstar girlfriend that she just ends up looking stupid.

if you don't know the real reasons why some people don't like louise, i'm just gonna post some links about her that pretty much sum it all up:

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685972106927882240/can-you-recap-the-problematic-things-frencies?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685366553489866753/everybodys-got-something-to-hide-except-me-and-my?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685366736118235136/everybodys-got-something-to-hide-except-me-and-my?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685155230049075200/louise-the-fangirl?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685155226833059841/lyon-july-2018?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/snarcticmonkeys/685095240693170176/deleted-posts?source=share

about amanda... now, if i remember correctly, amanda had a blog dedicated to her music, and people dug up some screenshots in which she replies to someone and uses the n-word, and then another post where she's being racist. these screenshots are somewhere in the depths of my phone and it would be impossible to find them, and regardless, these screenshots are so old that she could've well changed for the better since then.

the problem with her is the fact that she's having arguments in the comments with young fans (asking stuff like did they have brain tumours for breakfast and other ridiculous things...or was that louise?) and posts even more ridiculous stories in response to people bullying louise, and protecting her like she's a toddler who can't take care of herself. the pure arrogance and self-importance with which she communicates her ideas is just mental, she thinks that she's on the top of the world, and encourages louise to act the same way. it's baffling that two 40-ish women think that bullying 14 year olds will achieve anything other than encouraging other 'fans' to act the same way.

the thing about matt is just basically the fact that ever since he's been with amanda, he acts the same way as her. now, i know there's been some issue about some idiots commenting about his daughter, which made him deactivate his ig account, and i have absolutely no words for the people who dared to say anything about that poor, innocent, completely blameless child. but even before this, he turned to the same kind of arrogance as amanda and reposted all her stories concering louise. the way that they need to say over and over again what a good person louise is, how much alex loves her, how great their relationship is, how beautiful and kind and caring she is... makes you really question if she really is indeed all those things (especially if you opened those links i posted). more importantly, what exactly do they plan to achieve arguing with teenage girls? it's so childish, my god, they are only adding fuel to the fire. god knows what they're telling alex and also god knows what he thinks about it all.

there's something that i'm not 100% sure about, but i'm gonna say it in the hopes that someone will see this and will tell me if this is wrong or not: matt cheated on breana when both her parents died (this one is definitely true), and left her with 1 year old amelia, and fucked off to live with another woman (amanda denies being the woman in question, i have no idea). she was solo parenting for a while (breana said all these in a podcast), then matt woke up and decided that he wants something to do with his daughter after all, and ever since then he takes care of her too - good job love, you're still horrible though.

in short, l&a's insanely childish antics dragged matt into the whole thing too. they're constantly throwing hissy fits, in hopes to achieve god knows what, and then they feel proud of themselves for telling teenage girls off. which makes you think, what would happen if am would be 10 times more popular than they are know, and louise would get 10 times the hate she gets now? or even better, what would happen if louise would get the same amount of hate miles gets on the daily? she said in her screenshot that she knows that it's only a minority of the fandom that leave such mean comments - then what's the point of paying attention to it? all this just shows another reason why these two definitely don't like each other - miles has brains, the other one... well, i'm sorry. i tried my best to like them and look past their mistakes,but i just can't do it.

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Can you recap the problematic things Frencie’s done?☺️

I’ll preface this by saying that Louise, in my opinion, hasn’t displayed as many problematic behaviors as someone like Taylor. Louise hasn’t made openly problematic statements but it’s important to look at the people she used to be close with and some of the more passive-aggressive behaviors she’s exhibited.

Years back, Louise liked some pretty nasty posts from her friend Pierre, one being a rape joke and the other a racist/Islamophobic joke. France has a lot of issues with xenophobia, especially toward Middle Eastern/Muslim immigrants, so that joke was essentially saying that Arabs are thieves. She did eventually post an apology for being racist in 2020, but whether or not you believe she’s changed is up to you.

So at this point, I’m sure most of us agree with the theory that Alex and Louise had an affair while he was in a relationship with Taylor, and he ultimately left her for Louise. Now, this could very well have been a coincidental decision from her label, but the original release date for Louise’s album “Lumière Noire” was March 27th (2020)… the same day as Alex and Taylor’s anniversary. Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me, and I’m glad it ended up getting pushed back even further.

A lot of people were really upset with her for traveling a lot during the height of the pandemic. She posted the above Instagram story while she was traveling to London in early 2020 to stay in Alex’s house (alone for months, so it was completely unnecessary).

In December of 2020, someone asked her why she traveled during lockdown, and this was her incensed response (sorry for weird translation):

Screenshot 1: Just because you like something doesn't mean it has to be yours. On the contrary, the feedback is only better. On the other hand I do not see the connection.

Screenshot 2: I think creating new bad buzz on instagram with blame and resentment does nothing to help the cause. And I take all necessary precautions to be able to travel for the safety of others and for my own. I don't think I'm the only one to take a train with her neighbor and not try to attack others for free under the guise of bad faith or bad feelings.

Screenshot 3: Last answer for my part, as I have little interest in the opinion of people who don't know me or don't know my life. MY LIFE. Beware of spoilers: scrutinizing people's minds and giving an opinion that you don't care about is not a goal in life. I therefore advise you to look for something else. Second, where do you know what I'm traveling for? All my concerts have been canceled, we musicians live in this confinement like caged birds waiting for them to be released. You don't even live in France where we can leave home if we have to WORK. Lockdown is over, but there are still good excuses that I see in staying locked up at home seeing how dishonest people like you are. You are free to follow me rather than making excuses for your bitterness. OK, kiss

This was such a bitchy response to a valid question, and you can just tell she ultimately knew she was in the wrong. Everyone was suffering, people were dying in droves, but poor miss Poppy Lou, sitting in her multi-millionaire boyfriend’s multiple houses like a caged bird 🥺 Was she also a caged bird when she went on a multi-week vacation to Mexico in early 2021?

There were also multiple times that she referenced Lolita in her captions, but in this case when she was called out she got passive-aggressive and claimed to be referring to the Japanese Lolita subculture, which is hilarious. She absolutely does not have anything to do with that style, which is described as “highly influenced by Victorian clothing and styles from the Rococo period […] can be categorized into three main substyles: 'gothic', 'classic', and 'sweet'.” I’ve used up my picture limit on this post, so just google it to see her lying headassery. She absolutely romanticizes Nabokov’s Lolita, and it’s gross to do so on a set of pictures where she’s pouting, showing her underwear and wearing Mary Janes, a very childish type of shoe.

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a certain romance ➤ jamie cook

𝓼ummary. you’ve been completely smitten with each other since secondary school, and now, the love is still there as if you were kids all over again.

𝔀arnings. none just fluff <3

𝔀ord count. 796

the car!jamie cook x reader

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎YOUR FRIENDS AND HIS DIDN’T THINK you’d last, nobody had faith in the both of you; which was completely understandable, knowing Jamie. He wasn’t one to commit, but that changed entirely when he met you. You both still remembered the day as if it were only yesterday. The first moment they met wasn’t special, not at all, but it was engraved in your heads nonetheless.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Is this chair free?” Your sweet voice had asked, making his head turn up from his notes. The teacher hadn’t come in and he was debating whether or not he should lie to the girl, if he said yes, he’d have to sit with her for the rest of the year, and what if she were annoying? What if she was pathetically stupid that she’d keep bombarding him with questions just because she hadn’t listened to the teachers instructions? His body seemed to act first than his mind, and he nods. “Yeh, it’s free.”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎”Thank you.” She nods in gratitude, and she smiles, before placing her bag on the floor, letting it lean against the leg of the table, and she pulled out her chair and sat down, and for some reason, he just watched her. You couldn’t quite tell his expression, was he visibly judging her, or admiring her beauty? He didn’t know himself. He just lets out a huff, and turned back to his notes, the teacher was going to come in a couple of minutes, and he didn’t want to be caught slacking staring at the new girl…

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You absolutely hated me.” You laughed at him as you leaned into his shoulder, and his arm subconsciously wraps around her, and he lets out a chuckle. The both of you sat on the couch of the band’s dressing room, he was exhausted after the show, but speaking with you has always made his day, no matter how exhausted he felt. “Nah, I didn’t, or well..” He snorts as he rubs his palm against his jaw, his stubble prickling him. “I was worried about wha’ ya’ might be like, was worried I might be stuck wi’ a freak for the rest of the year.” He chuckles.

“And..?” You smile playfully, lifting your head up to look at him, and he grins at you, before pressing his lips against your forehead. “And… eh, you were a ‘lil bit of a freak..”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You swatted his arm, resulting in him letting out a loud laugh. “I’m messin’, love!” He chuckles, his grip tightening around you as he presses another kiss against your temple. “I fancied you the second I laid my eyes on you, although it didn’t look like it.. I promise you, I’m tellin’ the truth.” He smiles.

“You weren’t like any of the birds in school, you were kind-hearted, and when I told ya I wanted to form a band with me friends, you didn’t laugh at me like others did, you supported me.” He leans in, and instead of kissing you on the forehead again, he pulled you in close, and then pressed his lips against your cheek, his lips trailing to your neck. “I love you so much, love, and I couldn’t ‘ave done it without you.” He murmurs, his voice reverberating against your skin.

“Aw, Jamie..” You murmur, your gaze softening as you shift, so now that you were sitting up and facing him. “I love you more, baby. I knew you could do it.” You smile, and he chuckles and pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you onto his lap, making you squeal, and he laughs.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He moves his hand swiftly to the back of your head, his fingers massaging into your hair as he pulls you in closer, and he presses his lips against yours. “I’m so proud of you.” You murmur against his lips and he smiles, feeling a wave of emotions run through him. “You know wha’ to say to get me all emotional and soppy, (Y/N).“ And you laugh, before nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, Cookie.”

And he groans, rolling his head back against the head of the couch. “Urgh, you know I hate it when you call me that.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.” He sighs.

And you giggle, pressing another lips against his.

Nothing had changed between you two, except for the fact you’ve gotten older, but the love you two felt will always be the same as you were as kids.

#jamie cook #alex turner #arctic monkeys #jamie cook x reader #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys x reader

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paraselene woman, i’m your man in the moon ➤ alex turner

𝓼ummary. it’s been a long year of touring, but he’s finally coming back to her.

𝔀arnings. age gap (sort of but vaguely implied)

𝔀ord count. 951

the car!alex turner x female oc

her 26th birthday was coming to an end. she watched as the time on her home screen flash to 00:00, and she lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding.

alex hadn’t sent her a happy birthday text, or called her all day. she tried not to think about it, she celebrated her birthday with her friends, and surely that should be enough for her, but no, she missed him with every bit of her being. she missed their cuddles in the kitchen, the way his hair would flop over his face as he slept, the orange hue of the sun slipping through the white voile blinds, landing onto his face, making him groan in utter annoyance from the sun disrupting his sleep, his stupid, soppy love poems he writes out of the blue, just so he could see that huge smile on her face, showing off her little fangs he always adores, ‘you’re like a mini dracula, y’know that’s adorable love.’

God, she missed him. she turned off her phone, and rolled on her side. happy birthday to me, i guess. she closed her eyes and slowly but surely, she had fallen asleep.

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4:10am

there was a sudden dip in the bed, and it startled her awake. her heavy eyes opened slightly and before she could do anything, she felt arms wrap around her, the familiar fluffy hair grazing against her cheek as he kissed her neck. “hiya, love.” he murmurs against her skin. “missed meh?” he hums.

alex.

without another second thought, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “woah, woah, woah..” he chuckles. “i guess yeh did.” he smiled, pressing more kisses along the side of her neck.

“happy birthday.” he whispers softly, and it warms her heart to its fullest. “how was your day today? i’m sorreh i didn’t get back earlier.” he asks as he eventually lifts his head up to look at her, a grin playing at his lips.

she smiled happily, the happiest she’s been. “it’s been okay. i missed you though.” she responds. “i’m sorreh, love. i would’ve been there but management has been on me arse, and the other lads wanted to—“ he was cut off immediately as she presses her lips against his, and he sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he moves her hand to the back of her head. “i missed you so much, aly.”

he chuckles against her lips, biting her bottom lip playfully. “i can tell.”

but then he sighs, and pulls away, burying his face into her chest. “i missed you too, love.”

it was as if he suddenly remembers something, because he suddenly lifts his head up quickly, and rolls off of her and he gets off the bed.

out of the darkness, he pulls out a box and something large, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“happy birthday, darlin’.” he smiles before getting back into bed, laying on his stomach as he handed her the gifts.

it was a small box, as she guessed, and a vinyl. from the fontaines d.c. “i got ‘em to sign it.” he grins.

“aly..” she mumbles breathlessly as she takes in the signatures on the front of the vinyl. “remember our first date when i took ya to see them?” he hums and she smiles and nods, “how can i ever forget? i thought it was a little over the top for a first date.”

“yeh, and you kept arguin’ about it on the way, but i knew you loved it.” he chuckles, moving up to press his lips against her temple. “open the box, babe. you might like this one.” he smiled as he sat up beside her, wrapping his arm behind her back.

she looked at him with narrowed eyes, before placing the vinyl down, and she picked the box up, inspecting it. “what is it, al? why am i nervous?”

“open it and you’ll see, love.” he laughs, before slowly moving in front of her, waiting for her to open it.

she looks at him for a moment, before her gaze went back to the box. she unties the gorgeous bow that adorned the box, and she opens it, the box opening with a click as it pulls up.

in the box was a silver ring adorned with diamonds, and she lets out a tiny gasp. “simone..” he began, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “simone, look at me, will ya?” he laughs, before gently taking the box away from her grip, and he shifts, placing his knees on the bed.

“i thought about this a lot when i was gone, si.” his smile weakening as he was about to turn into an emotional, soppy mess. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to meh. and i wish you were with me on the tour. i couldn’t stand not seeing yer beautiful face for a year.”

“face-time doesn’t count.” he lets out a weak chuckle. “simone darlin’, will ya make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” he finally asked.

she was in disbelief, and she felt tears brim her eyes, without a word, she quickly moves closer to him, and she wraps her arms around his neck. “what kinda question is that?” her voice broke. “of course i’ll marry you, al. i love you so much.” she murmurs as tears ran down her cheek. “so that’s a yes?” he smiles as he places the ring down onto the sheets and wraps his arms around her. “yes, you dope!” and he laughs, burying his face into her hair.

“i love you so much, darlin’.” he murmurs into her hair.

“i love you more, aly.”

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys x reader #arctic monkeys x oc #alexander turner #alexander david turner #fluff

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one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART THREE)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. smut (giving head)

𝔀ord count. 958

robert stahl (shades of blue) x female oc

“Harlee, o’fuck... shit..” He groaned as he sat with his back against the headboard, keeping a firm grip in the prostitute’s hair as he pushes her mouth up and down onto his hard cock, her gagging and the clashing of the back of her throat and his tip filling the room’s lack of noise. “C’mon, you can do this..” He pushes her down until his entire dick was in her mouth. “There ya go..” He groaned, rolling his head back as he closes his eyes, biting back a moan.

“Fuuuuck, Nina..”

He pauses.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the prostitute who was still going down on him, and he gripped her hair and pushed her off.

“Ow, what the fuck?!” The woman scoffs as she looks up at him, wiping his seminal fluids off her lips with her finger.

He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation, “Get out.” He mutters. “What?”

“I said get out!” He snaps, and her eyes widen, and she got out of the bed, picking her clothes off the floor. “Fuck you.” She spat, and she walked out of the room, slamming the door.

He sat there in disbelief, rubbing his face again. What the fuck?

It’s been three weeks since their one night stand. Three weeks since he’s seen Nina. Three weeks since he’s kicked her out of his house almost immediately..

And fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind was preoccupied with two women.. Harlee, and Nina, and he was getting frustrated.

He needs a drink.

He slipped out of bed and picked up his boxers from off the floor, slipping them on, and then he picked up his trousers, pulling them on. He lets out a groan, rubbing his face again. His lips pursed into a thin line as he looked for the rest of his clothes.

—

He sat on the stool, staring at his glass that hung loosely around his fingers, and then he downs it as if it was his last drink.

Why the fuck was he thinking about Nina? He’s the one who kicked her out. She’s not even that special, just a simple lay, like the rest of the women he’s ever slept with.

He was too preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn’t realise somebody moved into the stool next to him; and when he finally did, and looked up, he felt as if his body just gave up on him.

Nina.

Should I speak to her? Should I ignore her? Should I get out? And before he could even decide, his body was already speaking for him than his mind. “Nina..” He breathes out, “Long time, no see.” He grins. Long time, no see? What, are you fucking stupid?

Her eyes glance over at him, and she pauses momentarily. “Robert..” She hums quietly, “Guess you weren’t wrong about being a regular.”

And he laughs, “Mm, yeah. You likin’ this place then? Seein’ as you’re comin’ back for seconds.” He cringed at himself, he didn’t mean it like that.

She stayed silent for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s a nice place.”

“How’s Harlee?”

Her question catches him off guard, and his grip tightens on the glass, if he didn’t realise and stop himself, he would’ve broken the glass, breaking it into tiny little pieces, but that’s how he felt in the moment. His heart ached as he heard her name escape her lips, and to be perfectly honest, he should move on. Harlee and him weren’t on good terms anymore. He fucked it up, although he wouldn’t like to admit it.

Nina was right in front of his eyes, and he was worried about another woman. But no, God, fuck no, Nina was just a simple lay, get in and get out. But, he was starting to doubt himself.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s alright.” He musters out, giving her a quick nod. “Doin’ well, yep.” His lips pursed into a thin line as his gaze turns back to his glass.

Simple lay.. Nah, fuck it. “Can we talk?” He finally looks over at her again.

“We’re already talking.” She replies, raising her brow. “No, I mean..” He lets out a groan, he wasn’t angry at her, but at himself rather. “About that night.”

He could see her demeanour tensing up, and he lets out a sigh.

“There’s nothing to talk ab—“ He cuts her off, grabbing her wrist. “No, don’t say that.” He shakes his head, “I treated ya horribly the mornin’ of. I’m really sorry, Nina.”

“It’s fine.”

His grip tightens, “But it’s not. I called ya H-Harl..” Even her name he couldn’t mutter out anymore, what the fuck was going on with him? “Fuck, ya know what I said. Listen.. I was just wonderin’ if we could hang out sometime.” And probably fuck her again. His thoughts whirled back to that night, her cries of pleasure, her whimpers, the way her eyes brimmed with tears as she got to her brink of rel— Stop, Robert.

She was taken aback, he could see it in her eyes. “Hang out?” She asks, as if she needed to make sure she heard him right. “Yeah, hang out. If ya want. I.. we didn’t get to learn much about each other last time, didn’t we?” He lets out a weak chuckle, and she nods and her lips curved into a small smile. “Yeah.. I guess we didn’t.”

“So, thatta yes?” He asks, his eyes glistening in hope of her agreeing to see him again.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” She chuckles.

And he smiles back, before loosening his grip on her wrist, but he still held onto her, as if she was going to run away from him.

#warren kole #robert stahl #shades of blue #jeff sadecki #phillip graves #jeff sadecki x reader #phillip graves x reader #robert stahl x reader #warren kole x reader #robert stahl x oc #warren kole x oc #phillip graves x oc #jeff sadecki x oc #cod #yellowjackets

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ strawberry lace

he’s always been cold on his birthdays, that much is a given. he expects the indoor parties and the alcohol blankets. he expects the raging hangovers the next day and the oily regret and the bitter realisation of one more year gone by; lingering in the air like the cold. 

what he doesn’t expect is to wake up on the other side of the world. 

the south side, that is. 

he’s never been one for spontaneous travel—not one to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it! and all that jazz. 

well, he wasn’t anyway. not before her. 

alex is a planner. alex is careful. alex wants to vet things and carefully structure everything. 

she does none of those things. 

she’s a whirlwind of all things frazzled and exciting and chaotic. she’s everything he’s not; everything he wants to be. 

and so when she begs and begs for a spontaneous birthday trip, (not for her birthday, it's for his birthday) he gives in for once. 

he’s 38. he counts as a middle-aged man, alex is sure of it. and yet with her he wants to chase his youth again and again. 

the morning of the fifth he wakes up in his own bed. 

the morning of the sixth he wakes up in fiji.

what’s more is that he wakes up in an inexplicably pink, princess bedroom. there are balloons—so so many balloons! pink and white and silver and the foil ones that spell “HAPPY BIRTHDAY AL” on the wall in front of him. and the moment he moves an inch, she jumps on him and smothers him with kisses. 

“there you are. i’ve been waiting!”

“waiting for?”

“for you to wake up!” she laughs. alex smiles in return and properly pulls her against him. “happy birthday, baby.”

her lips latch onto his, making him melt. 

her entire body is warm—not the kind of warm that comes from being in front of the radiator. she’s sunshine warm, like she’s already been outside before he’s even ventured away from the land of the dreaming. 

sleep makes his body melt into hers and alex happily nuzzles his face into her tits. 

“what’s all this?”

“do you like it?” she asks and presses a kiss into his messy hair. “i could only find pink balloons at first so i just went with the theme.”

“‘s all very cute. just like you.”

alex presses a kiss on her collarbone and inhales the sent of her skin—sunshine and strawberries and vanilla. utterly sweet. once he’s started, there’s no way he can bring himself to stop tasting her skin, breathing her in. drinking in her soft sounds and shivers and relishing the feel of her fingers digging into his bicep. 

alex hasn’t even properly opened his eyes yet and he knows he’s already in heaven. 

“stay,” he murmurs and finds her lips.

she lightly runs her fingers along his stubbly jaw, all the way to the nape of his neck, sinking them into his hair. then her hand runs lower, gingerly raking her nails down his bare back, making him shiver in delight.

warmth coils in his stomach. 

january is supposed to be cold and pine scented, it’s supposed to be stubborn remnants of christmas and bittersweet new years excitement. it’s never been warm, salty breeze and a sweet, sunshine girl in his arms. 

“stay in bed with you all day?” she giggles and tries to kiss him again. alex lets her chase his mouth, then smugly pulls back at the last minute.

“stay and keep me warm.”

“you’re plenty warm!”

now that his eyes are properly open, he takes her in inch by inch—first the red of her lips and then down her jaw, her chin, her neck… she’s clad in a bikini top: white lace, printed strawberries, a bow tied at the back. before she can even object, alex pulls on the string and the knot comes undone. 

“you’re like my little birthday gift, aren’t you? i get to unwrap all the layers.”

“mmm, is that what you’re doing now?” 

her already red lip becomes redder when she bites on it and throws her leg over his so his knee hovers just below her cunt. one movement and he’ll have her shaking under him. 

he takes his time though, time is what he has in abundance today. 

alex feels his skin tingle, every press of her skin against his is electric—little sparks dancing in the barely-there space between them. her breaths comes out in quick pants and her eyes roam over him. over his face and then his chest that’s devoid of any clothes. 

the only clothes he’s wearing are some cotton pyjamas. easy to discard. 

the bikini top falls apart and there she is, right under him now, back arching so she can brush her chest against his. get any friction on her nipples really. goosebumps rise on her skin wherever his fingers touch. 

“look at you,” alex breathes and swallows roughly. he feels a little drunk then, almost like he’s been intoxicated since the moment he woke up. “my beautiful, perfect girl,” alex hums. 

his kisses turn feverish as his lips move along the hollow of her throat, her collarbone. the heat in his stomach intensifies, his hand comes to rest on the back of her neck. he’s often used this position to hold her in place, to stop her from squirming but this time his hold is gentle. 

his mouth travels lower, ghostly kisses trailed down to her breast. 

she mewls when his tongue circles around her nipples.

it doesn’t take another second before her legs are around his middle and his big hands are gripping her thighs. rough, calloused fingers digging into soft flesh while she tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck and makes him groan. 

“oh, baby baby,” he breathes on her skin and lets her pull the pyjamas off him. “how am i supposed to let you go anywhere when you look like this.”

“don’t then,” she laughs. 

her hands trace his spine and alex feels his cock twitch in his boxers. he needs to be inside her right now, needs to feel her walls clenching around him. 

he also wants to taste her but they have all day for that. 

“want to be inside you,” alex groans when he feels the wetness between her legs. 

she tries to lightly grind onto his stomach, tries to get herself off even if it’s just a little bit. 

fuck she’s beautiful, and he doesn’t want to was poetic but the sunlight streaming in through the windows and onto her skin makes her look utterly luminous. 

as if in a daze, alex slides the waistband of her underwear off her hips and traces the exposed skin with his fingers. she moans something softly.

“i want you too, al. fuck! baby…”

they barely use their words after that. the room is far from silent though—it echoes with moans and sighs and the sound of her laughter when alex nips at her skin. it’s like a little rhythm—he bites softly and chases away the sting with a lick. he leaves a mark and then rewards her with a kiss. 

she doesn’t resist him at all when her underwear joins the heap on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

his hang inches between her legs and finds her clit, fingers rubbing lazily over it, almost in circles, slow at first and growing faster until she’s squirming for more—more friction and more of him and this and ecstasy and alex knows whatever he’s doing isn’t enough but just this once he wants to hear her beg. 

(oh, who is he kidding! he always wants to hear her beg and plead and show him how much she wants him.) 

“stop being a tease,” she whines and he laughs at her desperation.

finally, alex decides to end this misery. for her and for him. the need is driving him insane too. 

when the first thrust comes, slow and sensual—and without warning—her eyes roll back in her head. she whimpers something, curses softly and holds onto him, legs locking around him so she can take him in deeper. 

“shit baby…” he moans too. she’s squeezing him so tight. all he feels is her wetness and warmth. all he feels is her cock stretching her open. 

she closes her eyes and alex tuts. “open your eyes,” he nudges, “i want you to look at me when you cum.”

and so she obliges, looking him in the eye and moaning his name softly with each thrust, lifting her hips to meet his and grinding her clit on his stomach.

the pressure inside him builds with each thrust, his entire body feels charged and taut and a current runs right under his skin. 

under him, she’s as electric as a live wire. 

“look at what you do to me,” she moans and alex feels her thighs begin to tremble. 

she must be close now, she’s certainly acting like it—nails scratching his back, teeth softly sinking into his shoulder so she doesn’t scream loud enough for everyone to hear. (if it weren’t mid morning, he would have liked to make her scream. alex mentally marks it for later tonight.)

her hips thrust upwards, trying and failing to match him. she’s erratic, almost manic. there’s no rhythm to her movements, only lust and desire and so much want for him that he feels a wave of it run through his whole body. 

under him she shudders and cries out. 

“al, baby… gonna cum, f-fuck!”

he’s about to speak, about to tell her to let go but she’s already there. her body goes tense as alex feels her squeeze around him, so fucking tight that it tips him over the edge. 

alex thrusts into her as the orgasm hits him hard. ropes and ropes of his cum filling her up, spilling from the sides under the insides of her thighs are sticky and wet with slick. both their release combined dripping out of her. 

alex can’t help but drip a finger in the mess they’ve made and bring it up to her mouth. 

“taste us,” he says and shivers when she swirls her tongue around his fingers. 

he doesn’t know how long it takes them to comes down from the high. all he knows is that they stay like that, bodies locked together, him on top of her, breathing her in. the strawberry scent of her body lotion has dulled a bit now, replaced by sex and sweat. he makes absolutely no move to pull out, only adjusts himself so his entire weight isn’t on top of her. 

“happy birthday, al.” this time her voice comes out breathy and soft. it surrounds him, permeates through his skull and bounces around his brain. 

birthday. yes. his birthday. that’s what they’re here for. 

“mmm, thank you, darling. you’re my gift, aren’t you?” his mouth moves to hers again—another sultry, lazy kiss. another long minute passes. “the absolute best birthday gift i’ve ever had.”

“is that so?”

“would you like me to show you my gratitude?” alex smirks. 

and then he moves again to position his mouth between her legs.

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i saw that you were going to see arctic monkeys and you're an f1 fan so would it be possible to combine those two?? like maybe a charles fic where the reader dated both alex and charles? also the concept of the alex writing all of his songs about the reader is my favorite maybe that could play into the story lol i hope you have fun at the concert!!

but i crumble completely | charles leclerc and alex turner

i am currently fighting for my life on my bed because I might either have the flu or covid and it sucks 😭 i babysit my nephew for my sister and she was the one who caught covid first so yeah <3 anyways arctic monkeys was amazing and the best experience ever!!

also the person who requested this messaged me and we both kinda changed it up a little so yeah <3 charles girlies, I’m so sorry 🥲

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y/n.l/n i love red ❤️💋🌹❣️🍒💄

arcticmonkeygirly MA’AM??

arabellaslipstick WAIT HUH

ferraridepressionclub WAIT

leclercgirls so we won’t be seeing her in the paddock again? 😭 i love her outfits

mclarenistheproblem I’m more surprised that y/n smokes? this is news to me

shesthunderwhores i think she stopped smoking when she got with your car guy because when she was with alex she smoked soooo

verstappenwdc CAR GUY LMAOOOO

ruminebabyimyours WE HAD Y/N FIRST JUST SAYINGAND NOW SHES BACK SUCK IT (and see)

c25516 honestly the way f1 fans and charles fans treated y/n I’m glad she’s back with someone who actually loves her

yukismenu mf didn’t even defend his own gf when she was getting hate 🤨

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y/n.l/n baby i’m yoursssss💋💋💋

joris__trouche miss you!

y/n.l/n love you j! whenever you’re free lmk singing and dancing is always better with youuu🫶🏼

ferrarigovroomvroom this is so iconic of them tbh

landonorris can i join?

danielricciardo and me

pierregasly and me

alex_albon and me

carlossainz55 who are we seeing?

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hi pookie i gtg now but quick random filthy thought about alex: ur staying in a hotel and the couple in the room next to you is having sex and you're like 😒 i want to sleep and alex is like i bet i can make you moan and scream louder than that 😏 and you roll your eyes at him but he does end up making you scream and cry as he fucks you good

imagining this specific alex with this one bc he seems like the type of guy would do this 😣

The couple next door surely wants everyone to know that they love each other very much, and as much as you applaud them for bragging about their relationship to the world, you just wish they don’t do it at exactly 2 in the fucking morning.

They’ve been at it for hours. 11 PM was when you heard loud moans and something hard banging against your wall, and it immediately jolted you and Alex awake from your deep slumber and you two haven’t been able to continue your sleep ever since.

Even though Alex just groaned and dropped his face back between your breasts again to close his eyes and pray to God to get his sleep back, you know he’s still wide awake and alert just as much as you.

“Jesus, they really aren’t going to stop, are they?” You sigh, fingers brushing Alex’s long hair on your chest. “Shouldn’t we report this to the front desk?”

“‘M too tired for that, lovie.”

He’s right, he is too tired for that. After a long and tiring day of putting on a show in front of thousands of people, Alex deserves a rest that he needs without a single element bothering him out of it. But unfortunately for him, you two just happened to get settled next to a very loud and proud couple that just can’t keep their hands off each other.

In some way, they reminded you of yourself and Alex as well. Back in the early days of your relationship, when the two of you just did it at every flat surface imaginable because you two just couldn’t get enough of each other. But even then, you don’t think you’ve ever gotten in a situation where you two are just so loud that it actually ruins other people’s day.

“So we’re just gonna let them go at it ‘til dawn, I suppose,” you comment sarcastically, thinking it’s quiet enough for Alex not to hear, but sometimes you keep forgetting that this man has some sort of spider senses when it comes to your words.

And even though Alex did hear it, he doesn’t reply anything back other than burying his face further into the chest, his nose and mouth nuzzled into the cleft of your tits through your t-shirt. Your fingers continue to brush his soft hair as you feel his hot breath against your skin, and the noises next door seem to get louder each second.

You grit your teeth, annoyed. Alex must’ve sensed your annoyance because one of his hands goes inside your shirt, his rough palm rubbing softly at your waist, then it itches closer to one of your breasts. You raise an eyebrow and your fingers stop moving when Alex’s hand fully gropes your tits, his index and thumb pinching your hardening nipple as he shifts onto the bed. His crotch rubs against your thigh, and you freeze, baffled.

“Dude.”

“Don’t call me that,” Alex murmurs against your chest, then you feel his fingers pinching your fingers harder, and the yelp that exits your mouth levels with the scream you’re hearing next door.

“What the fuck are you doing, Al? Seriously.” Your hand goes to grip and pull his hair to make him look at you, and you furrow your brows in confusion when you see him already smirking evilly through hazy eyes. “It’s too late for whatever you’re thinking about.”

“And what exactly am I thinking about?” Alex croons, faux pouting as he moves forward to peck your lips with a kiss, his already rock-hard cock brushing onto your thigh in the process.

“I’m not letting you fuck me while our next door neighbour is also getting fucked.”

“Why not?” It’s Alex’s turn to raise his eyebrow, his fingers stopping from pinching your nipple, but his other hand doesn’t stop from thrusting itself inside your shirt and groping your other one. You groan when both his hands squeeze your tits. “You know I like to call them my babies, right?”

“They’re attached to me so I think they’re mine.”

The woman next door screams again, and Alex bites his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“But you’re mine, so these are also mine.”

“Alex, seriously.”

“Hate it when you call me by my name.”

“Because it is your name,” you roll your eyes. You aren’t aware Alex still has leftover energy to fuck with you in the crack ass of midnight.

“It’s babe or baby,” he comments, leaning down to start kissing down your jaw and your neck, shivering slightly when you feel his tongue prodding at your skin as he stops at the side of your neck to press a wet kiss. “Sometimes even daddy.”

“Jesus Christ,” you drop your head back onto the pillow to groan. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re getting hard hearing them fucking next door, Al, or I swear to god –”

“I’m not, baby love, trust me,” Alex reassures you with his soft, deep voice. “I’m getting hard because my girlfriend is so fucking sexy in my clothes and she’s not wearing anything under it. You just have no idea what you do to me, don’t you?’

“Alex – fuck, you’re seriously –” you struggle with words, then struggles to move under his weight and fails horrendously. The loud skin to skin slapping noises from next door leaves you flushed and a bit embarrassed. “Alex, we really shouldn’t stoop low enough that we’re seriously going to fuck while they’re also fucking, I’m serious.”

“Who said we’re going to stoop low?” He murmurs, forcing a loud yelp out of your mouth when the hand on your breast snakes down inside your pajamas and squeezes your ass cheek hard enough to leave a print. Alex’s throbbing cock slides against your own crotch, sending a strike of arousal through you as his mouth then starts to nip at your neck again. “My cock is hard not because of those loud fuckers next door, baby love. It’s hard because I know I can fuck you so much better than that. It’s hard because I know I can make you scream so much louder than her.”

“Are you fucking serious –”

“I fucking am.”

You don’t really remember how it happened, but you’re quite sure that mere 20 minutes ago you were teasingly arguing with Alex over the couple next door, and the next thing you know is you were getting flipped into an ass up-face down position while his tongue dived straight into your cunt from behind.

The next thing you know, Alex was already positioning himself on his knees, grabbing you harshly by your hair as he slid the fat head of his cock teasingly against your clit, tapping it repeatedly while he watched the string of slick connecting to his slit and your wet pussy.

The next thing you know, Alex was pounding his thick cock so deep inside your cunt that you felt it in your stomach, leaking all over his dick as you screamed when his large hand landed on your ass – “Such a loud and wet little girl.”

Just as he said, you’re sure that you did scream even louder than the couple next door. Alex makes it up to you for all those hours of having to endure the guy’s awful dirty talk by loudly spewing dirty shits in your ear at the process of you getting dicked down within the inch of your life, hopefully setting the standard of the girl next door higher because she’s with someone who sucks at dirty talking.

“There’s my good girl taking in my cock like a champ that she is. How’s it feel, baby love?”

“G–Good–so good, daddy, please–’

“My baby is so cock drunk she can’t talk straight, can she? Drooling and sobbing over these sheets like a crybaby.”

It was definitely one hell of a night, that’s for sure. 30 minutes in with Alex railing the shit out of you that you ripped the pillow case apart with your teeth, you weren’t quite sure if the noises of the couple next door drowned out in your ears or they just stopped fucking all together.

Either way, you didn’t care at the moment.

You do care, however, when the morning comes.

While staying in the lobby of the hotel with Alex and looking glowing as ever after you got your guts rearranged, all the color drains from your face when a familiar couple sits on the couch in front of you.

Alex subtly raises a brow, not taking his arms away from your waist and his chin on your shoulder, when the guy leans in closer and says – “I guess you guys won, then.”

taglist (that i forgot, yet again): @missbabyjay @inmyownfantasywrld @madnesstaking0ver @ohladymoon @am-monkey @rentskenobi @aaronsaxon @turnertable @raven-ql @milkkteary @kaylamay17 @afroditisworld @aghsed @aimsfrnglomg @turnerside @blair-s-world

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Phillip Graves (a. Warren Kole) in “The Lobby” trailer of MW3.

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one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART TWO)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. i don’t think so, but if there’s any lmk!

𝔀ord count. 1,043

robert stahl x female oc

I let out a groan as I shifted to my side, burying my head into the pillow. I waited for my alarm to wake me up, but when it didn’t, I lifted my head up from the pillow, looking around.

This wasn’t my room.

I rub my eyes, and look over to my side, a blonde haired boy was right beside me, his head buried in his pillow. Shit, right…

I let out a moan as I stretch out my limbs, and then my body freezes as a sharp cramp hits my calf, and I bit back a whimper, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” I whispered, moving my hand to grip my calf tightly, trying to ease the pain as I massaged it. “Shit, fuck, fuckin—“

And then the pain eases after a minute. I let out a panted breath, before eventually sitting up, rolling my bare legs out to the side of the bed.

“M’baby..” A muffled voice croaks out, and an arm reaches out to my back, his fingers moving to grip the side of her waist, “Come back to bed..” He groans.

I look over at him, my body aching from the night. I slowly pull my legs back in under the blankets, and I lay my head back into the pillow.

He turns his body, and wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his chest as he grazes his lips against my shoulder, then pressing his lips along my arm. I let out a sigh of contentedness, and the moment brought a small smile to my face. I never experienced something like this before, it was unre—

“Mm, Harlee..” He whispers as he continues to press his lips against my skin.

I could feel my entire body freeze, and my heart stopping. Who the fuck’s Harlee?

“Nina.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Nina.” I repeated.

His eyes eventually open, and he looks up at me with confusion, and then his face drops, as if he’s seen a ghost. I look at him with a puzzled look plastered all over my face, “…What?” I ask, my brows furrowing.

“I..” He couldn’t muster up anything, “I think you should leave.” He says quickly, and I just stare at him, unmoving.

He closes his eyes briefly, and he lets out a sigh as he continues, “I.. I’m really sorry, Nina. I just—“

“Last night was a mistake, I think.. I think I gotten too drunk.. and one thing lead to another.. It was just sorta.. sorta a heat o’ the moment thing, ya get me?”

I just continued stared at him, my face dropping of its previous expression, and my lips parted. Oh.. That simple one two letter word echoed in my mind. Oh.

He saw the expression on my face and he sighs, “Look, I’m sorry.. really, I am, but..”

“Is Harlee your girlfriend?” I ask.

He was taken back by my question, I could see it when his eyes widens slightly, but he answered nonetheless, “Mmm, yeah, no.. maybe? I- it’s.. complicated at the moment. I just.. you need to leave.”

I just nodded, and my gaze flickers away from him, and to my clothes on the floor. I stood up from his bed, and picked up my clothes off the floor in silence. It was awkward, it was as if I did something wrong, doing the walk of shame as I picked up my clothes. The silence was unnerving and it made me gulp, I could feel his eyes on my bare back, and I quickly slipped on my clothes.

His back was pressed against the headboard, he was naked, only his sheets to cover his legs. “Hey, hey, hey, hold on..” He speaks up, and he quickly leans over the side of the bed, grabbing his pants off the floor, and he quickly gets up, slipping them on quickly.

I look over at him, “What?” I ask. I tried to hide how pissed off I was, on the inside I was fuming, but I didn’t want to set off. It was my fault for thinking I was going to get something out of this. How pathetic of me.

“Let me drive you home, yeah? It’s my.. it’s the least I could do.”

“No, it’s fine—“ But I was cut off by him, “Please.” I could see the desperation in his eyes, and I sighed, closing my eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, before opening them up again. “Fine.” I replied.

He gave me a weak smile, and nods. He picked up his own clothes off the floor, and I just left the room. I walked over to the door, and I grabbed my bag from the table and my jacket off the coat rack.

He eventually comes rushing out, and he unlocks the door. “Come on.” He breathes out.

—

After I had told him where I lived, the car ride was awkward and tense, and silent, except the music on the radio playing and the car engine. I clutched onto my purse tightly in my grip, it was my way of fidgeting.

“I’m really so—“

“Stop, Robert. It’s fine.” I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment.

And he doesn’t speak again for the rest of the car ride.

—

I sigh as I step into my apartment yet again, and I was immediately greeted by Jasper as he runs his fur along my legs. I slip off my shoes and locked the door behind me.

I lean down, scratching his head. “You must be hungry, aren’t you, Jas?” I sigh, before I step into the kitchen, and I take out the cat food, pouring it into his bowl and quickly placing it onto the floor.

I walked into the bathroom, desperately needing to wash the stench of sex off of me, and I turn on the water, cleaning myself up.

Who was Harlee? The only thought that ran through my mind. He didn’t give her a proper answer earlier; it was rather vague. Was she his girlfriend? Wife even? Girl best friend that he has a massive crush on?

I let out a sigh as I realise how much I was thinking about this. It was one night; a one night stand. With a stranger.

Nothing more, nothing less.

#warren kole #warren kole x reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x oc #shades of blue #robert stahl x reader #robert stahl x oc #robert stahl #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x oc #jeff sadecki #one night is all it takes robert stahl

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one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART ONE)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. cursing. brief mention of alcoholism? smut (horribly written btw so don’t expect much)

𝔀ord count. 1,460

robert stahl (shades of blue) x female oc

I had woken up a minute before my alarm was meant to go off. That couple moments of bliss as you wake up, unaware of your surroundings or the world around you, your thoughts quiet for a moment — but then it comes crashing as soon as you gain your consciousness back, and your alarm rings through your ears as it practically barks at you, telling you to get the fuck off your ass and get up to relive another day of yesterday, and the day before that, and the other day before that..

I let out a groan as I shift to my side, my brows furrowing as I close my eyes shut, already getting a headache from my annoying ass ringtone. I should change it, I thought, but I always end up forgetting, and at this point, I should just learn to suck it up. I aimlessly extended my arm out to my bedside table, using my sense of touch to search for my phone, and when I finally felt it under my palm, I picked it up and rolled back onto my back.

My eyes squint slightly as I turn off my phone alarm, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was quiet and peaceful now. I closed my eyes again, dropping my phone onto my stomach, hoping to get a couple more minutes of sleep, but my mind was already going crazy. I should get up.. The cat needs to be fed.. Has the mailman come in yet? I need to make breakfast..

I groaned. Fuck it. I’ll get up. I sat up and stretched, letting out a small moan as I arch my back and stretch my arms above my head.

I let out a sigh as I sat there for a couple of moments, unmoving. I looked out the window, and then I eventually swung my legs out to the side of the bed, and my feet landed on the cold hardware floor.

—

“Jasper!” I called out, shaking the bowl as I looked around the house, and then I hear a familiar meow behind the couch. I smile and shake my head, before placing the bowl down onto the floor, and I walked over to the couch, pushing it away from the wall as I pull out Jasper from under the couch.

“How’d you even get in there?” I mutter as I bury my head into his fur, and then I placed him back on the floor, letting him walk over to his food bowl to eat. “He’s such a dumbass sometimes.” I mutter under my breath, and I walk over to the kitchen to make myself some toast. I wasn’t too fond of breakfast, I always skipped it, but I wanted to try something different today..

—

10 Things I Hate About You. Such a classic, I could never get get bored of this movie. If you asked me to bring one film with me to a desert island, it’d be this movie definitely.

I sat in front of the TV as I munched on my toast, Jasper curled up in my lap as he had finally finished his food. He was probably thinking, if cats could speak – ‘This fucking movie again, somebody check on this girl, holy shit.’

I couldn’t blame him though. I finally finished up my toast, and I gently patted the space beside me, and Jasper crawls off me to go lay where I pat, and I stood up, putting the empty plate into the sink.

I wanted to do something different today. Maybe go out for a drink, because I knew damn well I needed it. New country, new town.. been here for a year, and still no sign of me making any friends, which is mostly my fault.. I never leave the house.

—

I dressed up for once, I put on red lipstick, straightened my hair, and I put on a dress. I wanted to look nice for once.. I needed something to change for once in my life. The days were getting long, and it was as if I was wasting away my days locked up in that small apartment.

I grabbed my purse and keys on the way out, after feeding Jasper, and I headed out the door.

—

I sat on the stool, aimlessly following my finger around the rim of the glass. An endless circle. That’s how I felt.

I finally lifted my finger, and I wrap my hand around the small glass, before downing it quickly, holding back in a horrid expression as the alcohol got to me.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” A voice asks. A male voice, at that. I turn my head and look up at him, and gave him a weak smile. Fuck, I really am a fucking nervous person. “Yeah, of course. Nobody’s sitting here.”

And he sat down, and I thought that was that. I turned back to my glass, staring down into it, before the man spoke up again. “Never seen you ‘round here before.” He chuckles as he raises his fingers over at the bartender, “A beer, and a..” He turns to look at me, “What do ya want?”

“Oh, uh- just.. a beer is fine.” I nod. “A beer for me and the lady.” He smiles at the bartender, and I noticed his dimples showed as he did, and it made me smile slightly. The bartender simply nods and I look at him, replying to his previous comment. “Yeah, I’m new here.” I smile. “You a regular here?” I asked.

He nods, and shrugs. “I guess I am, yeah.” He chuckles, “Makes me sound like some sort of alcoholic, don’t it?” He grins. The dimples again.

“Ah, no.. not really, or well..” my voice falters as I pretended to think. “Well what?” He grins in amusement.

“Maybe you are.”

And he laughs, shaking his head. “I promise you, darlin’, I know how to restrict my alcohol.” He grins, and the bartender slides across two beers, and he opened his, taking a sip almost immediately.

—

My back hits against the wall, a small moan escaping my lips.

I was suddenly in his apartment, and soon in a couple of minutes, will be in his bed.

He wrapped his fingers around my waist, keeping me in place, and he assaults me with his lips, as if I was his air to breathe. God, just like the movies, I thought.

“Jump.” He breathed out, his lips trailing from mine to the crook of my neck. I did as he said immediately, I jumped and he immediately grabbed my rear, picking me up and bringing me to his room.

—

I let out a cry of pleasure as my face buried into the pillow as he relentlessly assaults me from behind, “Atta girl.. takin’ all of me, ain’t ya, honey?” He groaned as he dug his nails into my hips, thrusting into me deeper and deeper, my insides pulsing as it tightens around his hardened cock. I could feel myself on the brink of ecstasy, but then he slows his pace, gripping my ass tightly. “You’re not cummin’ until I say so.” He whispers against my ear, and I nod quickly, desperately needing him to go back to the speed he was at.

“Thatta good girl.” He whispers, and then he thrusts into me again, and I cry out, “Come on, come on, come on, fuuuuckk..” He groans as he tugs at my hair, before he turns me around, placing me onto my back against the bed. “Look at me, darlin’. And don’t look away.” He whispers as his hand moves onto the headboard, keeping himself steady as he continues his pace, pulling in and out, wet skin clashing against each other echoed in the room.

He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

I tried to keep my eyes on him as he fucks me as if there was no tomorrow, and my lips parted and my brows creased as I can feel it coming..

But his stern voice pulls me out of my daze, “Not yet, baby. You got this.” He whispers, before moving his face into the crook of my neck, biting down as he leaves hickeys all over, as if he was claiming something. Me.

He continued with his assault, his free hand moving my hands above my head, holding my wrists in a firm grip, and he moved even faster. I cry out in pleasure, and as I was about to say his name,. I realised I didn’t get it.

“Name’s Robert, honey, now let me hear you scream it for me, yeah?” His voice reverberates against my skin as he bites down onto my skin again,

which makes me moan out his name.

#robert stahl #robert stahl x reader #robert stahl x oc #shades of blue #jeff sadecki #warren kole #phillip graves #jeff sadecki x reader #jeff sadecki x oc #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x oc #one night is all it takes robert stahl

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★ just me, don't forget it. ❥ D. O'DONNELL.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ situationship ⋆ kinda possesive behaviour ⋆ slight stalking ⋆ O'Donnell gets a lil handsy/rough ⋆ slight smut at the end ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➻ Current day! College Student!David O'Donnell x College Student!Fem!Reader.

WC ➻ 0,7k. a short drabble. SONG ➻ beware , big sean.

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

O'Donnell's got a bit of a situationship going on with you. he's new to it, which means some key details get lost in translation with him.

for most, the talking stage consists of the ability to still see other people during, keeping your options open so to speak. for O'Donnell, he expects a sort of unspoken faithfulness he had no reason to make clear, until now.

now, as he stares at two words. "she's busy." a text he's been staring at for an inappropriate amount of time. what could possess another person to answer your texts for you?

a glance to your contact name confirms it, just in case he was losing his mind. he kinda wishes he was. he taps your name, and calls you. three rings. an answer on the other line, that is most certainly not you, invades his ears.

"yo," the deep voice says and O'Donnell doesn't say a word as he hangs up.

without a second thought, he pulls up your Snap Map which you've stupidly left on. you do that a lot. sometimes he checks on you only to see what you're up to. some days he watches your little Bitmoji happy on it's map at that little taco place you love, and he calls you to see if you'll tell him the truth of where you are.

**

his fingers drum against the steering wheel, just like his fist drums against the front door when he gets there. it shakes the whole fucking dorm. he takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips, and his tongue forms over his upper lip.

the door opens, and he comes face to face with the guy he presumes texted him, and answered the phone. this is his place. "can i help you?" he questions with an attitude O'Donnell doesn't fucking care for at all.

"i don't wanna talk to you, i wanna talk to her." blunt yet smug as ever, O'Donnell comes off as unstable to your companion, who obviously bucks up in your defense.

"the fuck? no. what do you think this is?" he responds, and the escalation of raising voices causes you to recognize who your friend is talking to. so you come down the hall, and see that familiar head of dirty blonde hair.

"O'Donnell?" you question in disbelief, slowing your descent down the stairs. at your arrival, O'Donnell's attention completely shifts onto you.

"hey." he nods up. "we need to talk." his finger points to the space in front of him, as if calling you over like a dog. oddly and subconsciously compelled, you make your way closer to him. your friend's arm rests on the door frame, cutting in between you two. apparently he didn’t want O'Donnell slipping inside.

you only notice how much taller he is compared to your friend. if he wanted to, he’d put him on his ass with a well placed one handed shove. you try not to think about that now as you approach, standing directly behind your friend’s elbow.

“what the hell are you doing here?” at the end of your sentence, O'Donnell’s hand snatches your upper arm, and your friend goes to separate the two of you with a commotion of “woah, woah!” you interrupt him, telling him it’s alright, that you’ve gotta take care of this, and allow yourself to be drawn away from the door step and closer to the street.

once he has you where he wants you, he releases you, and you jostle from the loss of support. that hand wipes down his face, the most irritable you’ve ever seen him, and he gestures to you as he steps closer, “if you’re pulling this shit, let’s just call it.” he tells you, dismissing entirely the existence of the man who stands in the doorway of the dorm.

the crease in your brows deepen. “the fuck are you on about—”

“you know what, and if i’m competin' with other guys i don’t want any fucking part in it.” the towering figure before you stoops to get eye level with you. you hate to say that his low voice sends shivers down your spine.

his directness makes you blink blankly at him, taken aback at his sheer audacity as you weigh out the options. he doesn’t give you enough time, scoffing at you, and turning his back on you. as if he could be so bold as to expect to be the only one you’re talking to, expect to treat you this way.

and yet, somehow, you end up back at his place. his cock driving into your insides as he picks you up by your hips to aid his thrusts. knelt onto the bed, he rocks forward. you squirm, arching your back off the bed with your pretty legs stuck under his arms.

“who’s pussy is this, huh? who’s fuckin' pussy is this?” skin smacks skin, harder than before. his tongue forms over his upper lip, brows pinched in focus as he fucks you like he means to beat you into the shape of his dick.

you don’t even hesitate. “yours!” You whimper. “yours, all yours David.” you’re lifted almost entirely off the mattress, he straps his hands over your thighs to keep your ass pinned to his abs that sheen with sweat. cunt stuffed to the brim as he relentlessly bullies it, creating an empty fucking vacuum that screams at you every time he pulls out. you really are fucking obsessed with this entitled jerk of a man and what he can do to your body in a few strokes.

“that’s fuckin' right, baby, and don’t you fuckin' forget it.”

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𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘼𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝘼𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀

☾ definition: dacryphilia refers to sexual pleasure or arousal from seeing tears or hearing the sounds of crying. 141 + ALEJANDRO + RUDY + GRAVES X F!READER TAGS | nsfw, smut, crying, mention of a safe word, f!dom, overstimulation, orgasm denial WC | 3,099

JOHN PRICE

… sees you cry and praises.

if john could see your eyes right now, he’d tell you not to be embarrassed. would probably coo at you like a prized horse. ask you what was wrong, and if there was anything he could do to help.

problem was, you weren’t sure what it was you were crying over - the bite of wood against your skin, or john’s tongue between your thighs.

both were agonizing in their own ways. both BURNED with something that hurt too good to admit. both demanded your attention, but as always, john eventually won the fight for it. the tiny little scrapes and bumps caused by the old wood of his desk had started to numb when the tears came. john’s fingers pushing into your cunt acted as a sort of balm. you couldn’t feel anything but him.

his broad shoulders had kept your legs spread for far too long at this point, so they eventually began to ache too. they tremble and quake around john’s shoulders. you know he feels it, and thinks it’s because of his tongue and fingers.

he’s not far from the truth.

and just as soon as john’s eyes shoot up, you’re throwing your head back. eyes squeezing shut, shuddering breath disguised behind a moan, hoping to just cum on his mouth and he doesn’t have to know he caused the tears that seem to burn your eyes. he’s kept you on the edge for so long, it wouldn’t be hard to simply focus on his tongue and let go.

there’s a burn behind your eyelids. more tears form when his fingers curl and his tongue flicks a certain way.

“john,” you breathe out, ending his name with a pant. “it’s… i-”

“look at me, love.”

it was an order. plain and clear. your head snaps up immediately, finding his half-illuminated eyes in the lowlight of his office. dark hair looking raven black, eyes blown up to match - but even then, you see them LIGHT up with amusement. even in shitty lighting, john catches the glimmer of tears. right on the edge of falling down your pretty cheeks - you probably don’t even notice. it only makes him harder.

he laughs in a low rumble. “so fucking pretty, aren’tcha?”

you nod; panting, writhing, crying.

john leans his head in closer, pushing in his fingers as far as they’ll go. “pretty girl gonna cum for me? all sweet and tight around my fingers? keep watching me, love - gonna cum now? yeah, go right ahead, dove. you more than DESERVE it.”

the orgasm hits like a truck when john grinds his tongue against your clit. just before your eyes squeeze shut again, a tear finally breaks free and glides down your cheek - warm and flushed from a climax that he’s sure someone must’ve heard.

john has always promised he’d never make you cry, but this is a damn good exception.

☾

KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

… sees you cry and dotes.

gaz has always gone on and on about how much he wants to keep you separate from his work. to leave all the roughness behind when he’s with you. it was never really a problem until tonight - sweet and gentle and slow to a fault. 

too sweet. too gentle. too slow. 

kyle is careful to keep a STEADY pace - a careful rock of his hips, lightly grinding against yours when he’s pressed in deep, making you feel each and every inch of him before gradually pulling out to do when same thing over again. and you know he doesn’t do things without an express purpose - after extending your orgasm a few times, it’s safe to say that your safety isn’t the top priority for once.

he hasn’t gone much faster than this languid pace. selfishly listening to your stunted breaths and pained whimpers of his name. 

if you ask him to go faster, gaz slows down. if you beg for something harder, he smiles and kisses you and tells you to be patient. 

but what has all this patience gotten you? two incredibly drawn out orgasms that fucking ACHED when they hit and kyle stubbornly keeping his thrusts slow and torturous under his guise of being gentle. it’s all a little too much. too intense. your eyes squeeze shut, face nestled against kyle’s neck, hips shifting up when he buries his cock in to try and grind out another orgasm. 

unfortunately, gaz knows you. knows your movements and knows your sounds - the shortening of your breaths and desperate whimpers and choked moans and… sniffles?

his pulls his head up immediately, eyes narrowing in on the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. and gaz grins - he can’t help against it. his cock pulses when a finger comes up to brush a tear away before it has a chance to fall down your face.

“poor baby,” he coos. if you weren’t so wound up, you might’ve noticed how tight his voice sounds. “it’s alright. doing so well for me. gonna make you cum again, don’t you worry. just hang in there, yeah?” his words are breathed against your lips, and by some miracle, gaz picks up the pace. hips picking up speed, even rocking a little stronger and it isn’t until you heard the slap of skin do you truly realize how SOAKED he got you.

the initial tears were caused by kyle’s torturous pace. a new set follows the old when he finally fucks you properly. gaz doesn’t mind - he likes wiping them away.

☾

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

… sees you cry and teases.

“why’re you crying, bonnie? did you hurt your feelings or something?”

soap knows you won’t respond. not that you could.

the pace of his thrusts are too rough. too quick. too deep. using all his weight to slam into you again and again, not letting up for a moment. the worst part is, you know he has the stamina to keep going, even if you beg him to slow down. to let you breathe air that doesn’t taste like him.

your nails dig into the skin of soap’s chest as you shake your head. everything ached in a delicious way but it wasn’t your feelings that were hurt. soap moves his hand from his bruising grip on your hips to clasp around your jaw, shifting your head to look him straight on. he wants you looking at him, even through WATERY eyes. 

soap grunts as he shifts into a better position to fuck you in. his hair is mussed from your fingers. skin blotchy and flushed from exertion. he still grins at you. “then why’re you crying? want me to stop? is that it?”

“no!” you cry out - half a moan and half a shout.

a thoughtful hum vibrates against his ribs as soap’s fingers release your jaw, only to come up and wipe away a tear that leaked from the corner of your eye. “ahh, i get it, lass,” he breathes out, continuing his rough thrusts with a deep groan. “you’re cryin’ so pretty ‘cause you like getting fucked so good. am i right? my girl loves getting fucked ‘till she cries?”

you’re silent. eyes falling shut, mouth agape, head tilting back to ignore soap’s teases and just feel the addicting slide of his cock. he slows his thrusts only to grind against your pelvis and it’s such a massive difference in sensation that you nearly cum on the spot. it works to make you cry out his name.

“fuck- johnny!” and you do. so, so prettily.

☾

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

… sees you cry and worries.

simon’s face still hurt - a spot right over his cheekbone, purple and swollen and it aches almost enough to make him forget about how sore the rest of his body is.

it’s easy enough to ignore. it’s not liquor or ibuprofen that dulls the pain. his old methods of healing after a rough mission seem useless in the wake of pressing you back on the couch. it’s the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair, the noises you make that really pull him back together. you’re careful not to tug at him too hard or touch any of his TENDER aches, even when he begs you to.

yeah. it’s easy for simon to forget how close he was to not be here fucking you.

his fingers dig into the armrest of the couch, forcing his throbbing body to move as fast as he wants it to. an impromptu fuck on the couch wasn’t exactly planned tonight - you went on and on about how much you wanted to take care of him. but you’ve been clinging to him all night. never letting him out of your sight. it was just a natural progression and simon sure as shit wasn’t complaining.

“fuck, lovie,” he groans out slowly. if you keep moving your hips like that, he’s not gonna last much longer.

and fuck, simon was so close, he could taste it. feel it building in the base of his spine and how tight his stomach gets and it all makes it a little easier to forgo his aches to simply drive into you again and again. your arms wrap around his torso, brushing against tender ribs - when simon hisses, he’s unsure if it’s the pain or the sudden tightness around his cock when you jolt. simon’s mind goes blank and he’s just so fucking close and…

you make a new noise. unfamiliar to the ones simon has memorized when he’s fucking you. his eyes are HAZY and unfocused when he looks at you, and he didn’t quite know what he expected to find. tears accompanied the sniffle he heard, and your hand comes up to wipe them away in haste.

simon’s hips freeze instantly. “hey, hey, hey. what’s wrong? you okay?”

fuck, did he do something wrong?

to his surprise, you scoff. smiling despite wet cheeks and red eyes and simon blames his impending orgasm for how slow he is to understand. “i’m okay,” you reassure him. when your fingers trail up his spine, simon can barely breathe. “i just love you so much. don’t be so RECKLESS next time, okay?”

your legs tighten their hold around his hips. pulling him closer even when simon wants to pull back and really make sure you’re okay. you don’t allow it, instead grinding up against him at the same pace he’d been fucking you in - still sniffling and wiping a tear away on his arm.

simon swears he’s never cum so hard in his life.

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ALEJANDRO VARGAS

… sees you cry and stares.

morning has always been alejandro’s favorite time of day.

pinkish gold sunlight coming in through the window promises a beautiful day that he’ll likely be too busy to truly enjoy but welcomes all the same. alejandro hears the bustle of traffic outside - your place isn’t nearly as nice as his, but it’s closer to base and he’s never been known to waste time with you. alejandro is just a little tempted to rip his gaze away from you to enjoy the sunrise coming over las almas.

but he doesn’t. he never does. you’re just too fucking pretty.

alejandro kills two birds with one stone. pulls you out of bed and leads you over to the window just as the sun paints the clouds a deep gold. it saturates your skin in such a perfect way where alejandro can’t help but to touch it. touch your face, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your stomach, and well, he knows your pussy would look fucking HEAVENLY under the light as well.

“pretty fucking girl,” alejandro groans out. he usually likes watching his cock sink inside of you, but there was something about the glow of your skin pressed against the window that makes him just stare at your face. his thrusts are slow and deep, and your breath fogs up the glass, and you keep tugging your shirt down when alejandro pushes it up because you’re the one who has to face your neighbors every day.

when you came along, he didn’t think there could ever be a more beautiful sight than when you first smiled at him.

you proved him wrong with just a few tears reflecting the sunrise.

alejandro could’ve came right then and there. his hips did a little stutter and he grunted when you let out a little whimper while squeezing your eyes shut and he just watched a tear glide over your cheek. he almost pulls you away from the window to flip you around. fully face him so the glass doesn’t GREEDILY soak up all your tears because he’s fucking you so firmly against it.

“al- alejan- fuck, i’m so…”

“i know, baby. keep looking at me. yeah, lemme see those eyes. fuck…”

he kisses you. has a hand tangled into your hair and twists your neck into a better angle and kisses you to taste the salt on your lips and it’s like a bomb went off. alejandro’s hips pick up their pace and you rock back against him and fog up the glass even more when you shudder on his cock.

he cums with your tears wiping off against his own cheeks and salt on his tongue.

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RUDOLFO PARRA

… is the one to cry.

“it’s okay, rudy. doing so good for me. i’m almost there, you don’t have to cry.”

was he crying? fuck, he was. rudy didn’t even notice until you smiled at him fondly, bringing a hand up to brush away a tear that broke past his lashes and threatened to fall down his face. 

rudy waits for the hot flash of embarrassment to hit him, but it never does. maybe it’s because this is you. but it's more likely because he’s so fucking close to cumming, he can’t focus on anything else but you. keeping his hands locked around your hips, strong enough to keep them moving back and forth even when you try to slow them down and draw out his orgasm. 

you hadn’t even notice rudy’s big, wet eyes until you attempted to slow down. keeping a more steady pace in his lap to give your thighs a rest, and yeah, to wind rudy up just a little. he works so hard. he DESERVES to get fucked out of his mind now and then.

maybe you went too far, though. when you try to stall your hips, his hands make sure they keep their pace. his own hips buck up off the bed to get even deeper.

“i know you wanna cum.” it’s difficult to keep your voice steady. to not devolve into harsh pants and groans like he has. “but not before me, okay? make me cum, rudy. fuck, make me cum…”

he huffs - such a large demand for someone so fucked-stupid. rudy is so smart, so capable, and so fucking useless right now that maybe it’s too much to ask of him. so to help him out, you pry his hand off your hip. bring it up to your mouth and slide the whole length of his thumb between your lips, letting it glide across your tongue.

rudy instantly gasps and his hips jolt up. you can feel his cock throb even harder inside of you.

but with his thumb coated in saliva, you bring his hand down to where you meet. rudy takes it from there - give him a task, point him in the right direction, and he’ll complete it. he rubs his thumb in tight, DESPERATE circles while his other hand keep your hips in a deep grinding pace until you cum all over him.

it was good. fucking fantastic. but not your favorite part.

rudy knows he’s finally allowed to cum, and he does. so achingly beautiful in the way his jaw drops open, saliva stringing between his teeth. eyes hazy and wet with damp cheeks and a pink nose and when he groans, his voice is hoarse and choked. 

eventually, when you fall against his chest, all you hear are rudy’s hard panting and his sniffles.

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PHILLIP GRAVES

… sees you cry and laughs.

graves can be a real asshole sometimes. sarcastic, arrogant, and you know him well enough to know that he kinda likes it. makes him feel larger than life. untouchable. now is no different.

“c’mon, hun. i wanna hear it. y’can’t cum until i hear you say it.”

your arms are thrown over your face, hiding the way your teeth grit together and your eyes screw shut and how your jaw hangs open to gasp for air whenever graves bullies his cock even deeper with each thrust. and to be honest, you barely heard what he said - it was all just white noise. still, you know what he wants. and you’re a little too PROUD to give in.

there’s silence. graves scoffs and you feel him lean forward to grip your arms in his hands. being ripped away from your face reveals a little tremble of your lips, tiny red splotches on your cheeks, and tears lining your eyes. 

graves laughs as if it isn’t his fault. torturing you and playing with you. resetting the goalpost of what you need to do to cum.

the laugh is deep and GENUINE - the kind you’re treated with in the middle of the night away from his shadows, saved especially for you. the grin that accompanies it isn’t bad either. but the laugh is like a slap to the face (something graves might’ve inflicted if his hands were free - after all, you haven’t said your safe word.)

“my poor baby.” he says it so condescendingly. with a quirk of his brow and tilt of his head. as if he and his cock hadn’t caused the tears. “bet it’s gettin’ painful, huh? bet a good orgasm will make you feel right as rain.”

you slowly nod because god, you need to cum.

so graves hums, still wearing a smirk as he shifts on his knees. you whimper under the movement, spine arching, eyes solely focused on him. “then you gotta ask permission, right? c’mon, hun. sound off for me. i know you can do it,” he encourages while his fingers trail slowly down your body. going straight where you needed him the most.

normally, if you weren’t so wound up, you might’ve gotten smart with him. but as extra initiative, graves bends his spine a little. pushing his cock in just a little deeper and plainly getting off on how you gasp and your eyes finally push out hot, wet tears. 

this has gone on for too long. everything from your pussy down is throbbing.

“shadow 0-1…”

“hearin’ you loud and clear, baby.”

“requesting permission to cum…”

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mother knows best ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

summary: mama knows love when she sees one. or three. 

warnings: mostly Phil & Jeff’s mom’s POV, mentions of angst (teen!Jeff cheating but not on you, family fights, parents passing away), very tiny allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of fluff towards the end, Mama Denise is yours and her boys’ number one fan 🩷

a/n: thought I’d use this chance to write this after this ask! this is based on this lil' post! I know Jeff’s mom is named Linda but this is about him and Phil, a.k.a. my mind, so say hello to Mama Denise! pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Denise Baker has always been a sweet lady. The epitome of a Southern’s hospitality. Married twice, first to a man named Danny Sadecki, then the second being Tom Graves after Danny passed away. They were good people. The best, feeling grateful each day for giving her the best gifts a hopeful mother could ever ask for. 

Two amazing boys. 

Keeping their last names rather than changing them to her maiden name was instinctive. At a one-year-plus age gap, Phil took after his mother’s Southern twang whereas Jeff followed his stepfather’s general American accent. They grew to be one happy family, and the brothers, despite their differences in interests and personality, would fight tooth and nail for one another.

But since Tom’s passing, the boys have been less lively, and understandably so. No matter how well they hid their sadness behind innocent smiles each time their mother was in the room, she could see right through them. She didn’t know what she did to earn such sweet boys, always attentive to their Mama at a young age, but she had always hoped to see the fire in them return someday.

That was until they met you. 

You and Phil were the same age, just beginning middle school with his brother somewhere a little further from the Bakers’ than the town’s high school.

The brothers had been waiting for their mother to pick them up when you slid next to Phil in the waiting chair. It was raining cats and dogs in Wiskayok, so you had to squeeze yourself into the bus stop to avoid getting drenched.

“Sorry,” You squeaked with a guilty smile when your shoulders touched.

Phil was beyond the age of believing in cooties, plus, he and Jeff were a mama’s boy, and she didn’t raise a woman (girl?)-hater. 

“S’okay.” His smile was half-hearted, a little miffed that he couldn’t get to the stand in time when it began raining, and at this point, Jeff had noticed your sudden presence. They’ve seen you before, especially Phil. You always sat in front of him in class, mostly seen with full of life and blinding smile with a missing tooth. 

“Your mom’s coming late, too?” Phil knew he didn’t have to make the conversation any longer than he’d like, but he had no reason to do that with you. You were so… nice, and yet, so respectful. Always giving him a wave instead of barging into his personal space bubble like a lot of his classmates did.

Plus, his mother was already thirty minutes late, what was there to lose?

“Yeah. My brother and I have been waitin’ for a lil’ while,” He replied with a shrug, pausing for a second before asking, “You?”

“Yeah, same,” You responded, though more lighthearted than he was, kicking your feet as you looked at the road, “It’s okay, though. Mom’s always busy. They’re probably tired. So long I’m not alone here, I’m not scared to wait for my mom.”

There you go, with your smile again. Phil couldn’t help but smile back, it was tiny but you could see the slight quirk of his lips. Jeff, too, found your positivity infectious and had been listening.

He had joined in on the conversation moments after. It was fairly light, with Jeff doing most of the talking, but that didn’t mean Phil wasn’t listening and chiming in once in a while. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later when Denise came, rushing over to her boys with an umbrella and endless apologies. 

You were ready to say goodbye to the two and resume waiting on your own when Denise approached you with a motherly look. 

“Hi, darlin,” She crouched in front of you, with Jeff and Phil at a perfect height as they stood under her umbrella, “I’m Denise, Jeffrey and Phillip’s mama. What’s your name?”

You were a lot shyer with her, considering she was an adult, but you trusted her enough with your name since you kinda knew his youngest. 

“That’s a beautiful name,” Even with the heavy rain, her soft-spoken voice was hard to miss, “D’you know when y’mama will come pick you up?”

You shook your head, telling her that with your mother working at a busy cafe, it could vary. And like you told the boys, you were alright with waiting rather than daring to walk home since the bus stop was always full. Still, Denise, ever the kind-hearted woman, offered to drive you to your mother’s workplace. 

Denise understood that you were wary and good on you for being careful, but to her surprise, Jeff and Phil were nice enough to reassure you. And whether you agreed because of their mother’s gentleness, Jeff’s natural talent to make you feel comfortable with all three of them or even the hint of promise in Phil’s eyes that everything was going to be fine, Denise was glad you did. 

Your mother was extremely thankful, even offered to pay for their lunch for their next visit, but Denise refused and with the two becoming fast friends just as you were with Jeff and Phil, the rest was history.

Though, high school was… eventful, to say the least. While the two of you remained close, almost joined at the hip, you and Phil sometimes preferred backing off as Jeff’s popularity grew. Not that Jeff’s behaviour changed with the two of you, he was still the dorky, good-willed boy you knew.  

Although you and Phil may have fought a little with Jeff when he told you about his cheating on Jackie with Shauna. He broke up with Jackie soon after, but his decision to stay with Shauna may or may not have affected your friendship. You and his brother weren’t too keen on the idea of their own friend/brother being a cheater after all. 

Jeff especially hated it when it rocked what the two of you had. He was dumb enough to think ending up with Shauna or Jackie would make him forget his interest in you, and surprise surprise, it didn’t. The three of you stayed close friends, though he promised never to bring up about Shauna around you or Phil at all.

And then, high school ended. 

Phil’s decision to leave town for the Marines was not only the biggest shock to the neighbourhood but especially to his own family. Not that he didn’t have the means to be one, if anything, his mother and brother knew he’d be one of, if not, the best ones out there. He just never expressed his interest in military work at all. 

Throughout their years as a family, Mama had never seen the two fight so badly until Jeff discovered that Phil had been considering leaving Wiskayok, leaving their mother after they both finished community college. Though their fall-out didn’t last long, no more than two weeks, especially when their mother expressed her worries and sadness over their rocky relationship. 

Plus, Jeff didn’t want what strong bond he had with his brother to end just like that. He cared for his brother too much, and in their moment of vulnerability, he apologized for not doing more in their high school years. When some of his peers saw his little brother as his shadow rather than a person. Phil insisted that he barely cared about them, even flat out said they weren’t necessarily his friends unless it had to do anything with football. 

They hugged it out, and Mama was over the moon. Suddenly, the thought of Phil leaving for the military wasn’t as difficult, knowing that her boys were still going to keep in touch, and on a high note, no less.

He spent his last month in Wiskayok with you and your mother with the most mundane of things. 

But oh, how Mama’s emotions dipped when you, too, left shortly after your mother passed away. 

She couldn’t put it past you for doing so. How could she, when you’ve been nothing but an angel? A one in a million and she’d be damned if she convinced you to stay like a bird in a cage. As much as she and Jeff would love to, insisting that there was something for you in town, but just like with Phil, they didn’t. It was far too selfish of them, and you had so much potential. 

And as thankful as Mama was to have Jeff by her side at all times, there was someone else.

Shauna.

Shauna never sat right with her, no matter how far she was ‘willing’ to go to get to know her future mother-in-law better. Though the smile she brought out of Jeff was nowhere near as big or as wholesome as he was with you, there was a hint of guilt for feeling the way she did. Hoping you’d end up with one of her sons. 

But she wasn’t the only one thinking as such, but Jeff felt that he had lost his chance when you left.

So, he carried himself again to be a better person, especially when he truly believed Shauna was the one, much to his mother’s disbelief. Hell, she’d seen bigger smiles from him when he was with that Jackie girl before they broke up.

But her boy was insistent. 

Maybe, for once, her mother’s intuitions were wrong. 

And as the days went by, the possibility of Jeff putting a ring on Shauna grew higher, Mama did her best to accept her as her own. The two were civil at best, and no doubt that was enough for the two. 

But the years grew dull for the Sadeckis, and the second Jeff came knocking on his mother’s door at two in the morning, his wife not in sight, she knew she should’ve done more to stop what they had. 

It began with petty arguments, with Jeff being the one apologizing to Shauna, despite knowing she was in the wrong or if she began the fight in the first place. Then it became quarrels, something about her nonexistent book club when in reality, she had been meeting up with a man named Adam. 

Each time Mama received a call from her eldest, telling her that he and his wife ‘needed space’, she’d cook up a nice meal and make sure his old room was ready with the amenities he needed.

If it weren’t for Jeff’s attempts to calm his mother down, telling her it wasn’t worth the trouble, she would’ve marched down to Shauna’s front door and knocked some sense into her with a rolling pin. How dare she point her finger at Jeff, attempting to invalidate her own faults by saying it was him who cheated first during their years of marriage, thus, giving her the green light to do the same. 

Although yes, Jeff has done it once, when he cheated on Jackie, he regretted it. Immensely, especially seeing the disappointment in his mother’s face. Oh, how he apologized to her like he had committed the biggest sin of all, and frankly, he did. And though his mother was dismayed by his dishonesty, she knew when any of her boys truly regretted something.

Boy, never has he wished for things to turn out differently and still, he wanted to work things out, when he tried to show his mother what he saw in Shauna.

And she did, but she didn’t see what she or Jeff hoped she’d saw. The final straw was when his wife—his ex-wife disrespected his mother in her own house. He had given her many chances, forgiving her more times than he could count, but he could not stand for her raising her voice at his beloved mother. 

Denise had every right to feel grateful when the divorce happened, but that didn't mean she openly celebrated it in front of her son. But Phil was different, even went as far as having a congratulatory gift sent to their doorstep since he was still on duty. Despite knowing his brother was rolling in dough with his line of work, Jeff couldn’t help but gawk at the gifts, much to his mother’s amusement. A set of cashmere sweaters that probably cost anywhere from half to one grand, complete with a few bottles of fragrances and even one of the finest reds to commemorate the moment. Plus, a personalized rose-gold bracelet for Mama because why wouldn’t he want to spoil her at any given chance?

And though he and his mother did enjoy a few sips after moving back into the Bakers’ house, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing.

But he didn’t have to wait for long.

The day you and Phil returned to Wiskayok, standing in front of Mama’s door, she nearly dropped to her knees. Not only has she missed her youngest boy, despite his efforts in calling and texting and visiting in secret each time his deployment ended, but she most certainly missed you, too. It was your first time visiting since the very day you left, after all. Phil didn’t take it to heart when his mother scolded him for not telling her that the two of you were colleagues and maybe were together.

In reality, though, she had a feeling that you were still around. Closer than what you made them believe.

There were days when Phil had a chance to call his mother, and she’d suddenly bring you up. Wondering aloud if you were alright, how life was treating you in God knows where, and somehow, Phil’s confidence in his responses, telling her that he was certain you were doing well, she believed him. Word for word. As if she knew he was with you throughout your journey to find yourself, just like he did.

And she’d be right when the universe reunited you and Phil on the battlefield. When Shadow Company joined forces with 141 and Los Vaqueros, not expecting to find the girl of his dreams amongst the chaos and in those years, you laughed, you smiled, you wept and you released yourself for him and him alone. Finally acknowledging what the two of you were afraid to address as teenagers all those years ago.

Phil couldn’t imagine bringing his walls down for someone other than you and though like with everyone else, he still kept up the proud and almost infuriating act, no one else had the privilege to see the more caring, affectionate side of him except for you.

But Mama wasn't the only one surprised by the revelation.

On the first night of your arrival, Jeff didn't talk much, instead, hanging on to your every word. From the very moment you reached the city alone for the first time, till the very day you carried yourself into your team and reunited with Phil. How you even remembered the gifts you were meaning to give him and their mother in the middle of the conversation. And as the night fell, you insisted on booking a hotel not far from the neighbourhood.

Oh, how Mama has missed the old days when she'd tell you to stay over, making sure to call your mother about your whereabouts. While she wouldn’t dream of replacing your mother, it was understandable how her attentiveness for you has skyrocketed, now that she knew you and his son were coming over much more often. 

Still, she had conditions, eyeing Phil with a knowing look before telling him that you’d be staying in the guestroom. Still spick and span for hopeful days like these. Phil's cheeky smile was worth a thousand words, knowing his mother had caught on to what type of little games the two of you played. Her eye-roll was good-natured, even letting out a hearty laugh when she caught the embarrassed look on your face.

Throughout your stay, she saw how your relationship with Phil blossomed, and how the more-than-friendly feelings between you and Jeff were beginning to rekindle. How her sons’ true emotions—their true colours were showing in that same very house as it always did, as if nothing had changed. Mama knew there was something more to the loving looks they’d give you whenever you looked away.

And when she saw the three of you hanging out and sitting close in the backyard patio, watching the stars and laughing over a stupid stunt one of them had done as kids, she knew that you and her boys were going to be A-ok.

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a/n: we love mama denise. ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Aftercare (what they’re like after the act?)

❥ he's an absolute sweetheart. you need water? already on his way to get a glass. need a bath? already running and almost full. need a massage to relax your sore muscles? say less.

❥ if the sex was particularly rough, or maybe he said certain things that were a little on the edge, he'll be the sweetest man ever afterwards, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair.

Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers?)

❥ he is most definitely a tits man. he just l o v e s your tits so much. doesn't matter how small or large, he loves them SO much.

❥ he's always been a tits man, but one day when you were wearing the most flattering shirt, he realised just how much he loves your tits. safe to say, he bought you a few extras of that shirt after he showed you just how much he liked it ;).

Cum (anything that has to do with it)

❥ L O V E S to cum all over your tits. we've established how he's a tits man, he absolutely looses it when he cums all over them.

❥ he also LOVES to cum inside you if you allow it, but nothing beats shooting his load a l l over your tits.

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

❥ secretly really enjoys being tied or cuffed to the bedframe as you either go down on him or ride him. throw in a blindfold as you tease the shit out of him with barely there touches or licks, oh boy he's in for a great time.

Experience (do they know what they’re doing?)

❥ definitely has plenty of experience. in the show people make a few comments on how he's had a lot of past lovers/flings, so we know he's got plenty of experience ;).

Favorite position

❥ in order — 1. cowgirl. he LOVES bouncing you up and down in his lap, his face in your tits. 2. missionary. loves watching your expressions closely as they morph into pure pleasure. also loves being able to burry his face into the crook of your neck. 3. doggy style. pretty self explanatory really, loves roughly pulling your ass flush against his front, watching himself disappear inside you. also loves to occasionally pull back your hair ;).

Goofy (how serious are they?)

❥ it really depends on the situation before hand — he can be really serious, yet he can also be light hearted and sweet. i think he can pretend to be really serious, but on a base line i think this man could never be 100% serious.

Hair (grooming habits)

❥ definitely clean shaven down there. light hair covers his chest and fades out to barely anything on his stomach. also has relatively thick happy trail starting at his belly button. light hair also covers his arms, slightly thicker hair covering his legs.

Intimacy (in the moment are they more romantic or more rough/dirty?)

❥ once again, it depends on the situation before hand — he can be super sweet, gentle and romantic — but he can also be really dirty and rough about it, man handling and mocking you until he gets what he wants — or guiding you with the gentlest touch and sweet words.

Jack off (do they masturbate and how often?)

❥ definitely jerks off a fair bit. especially while you two are together and he gets heated while you're away — he's definitely jerking off a lot. is also absolutely down for mutual masturbation ;).

Kink (kinky things they like doing/having done)

❥ k n i f e k i n k. he LOVES (only if you're okay with it.) fucking you with his switchblade against your throat. or dragging the blade down from your throat till your stomach, making you shiver under his touch..

❥ definitely also has a thing for formal clothes — seeing you all dressed up in a fancy dress and stockings sends him into an absolute f r e n z y.

❥ scratch. marks. he LOVES to have his back covered in scratch marks. loves the slight sting of them the next day, and loves being reminded of you in that way, in pure ecstasy, scratching at his back as he fucks you.

Location (where they like to get it on?)

❥ literally anywhere. against the counter, on the table, bent over the couch — anywhere. though he'll say that he doesn't have a preference, he definitely loves you on top of him on the couch.

Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

❥ so much honestly. teasing him about things, bending over to pick something up, wearing cute little dresses or skirts. also goes into a frenzy when you apply your lipstick in a certain way, he doesn't know why it gets him going, all he knows is that he either wants to fuck your lips are kiss them.

❥ also get unbelievably hot and bothered when you're having clever moment, say you work with him and you go on a rant pointing out a bunch of things he missed and it all suddenly clicks, he wants to pounce you right then and there.

No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

❥ intentionally hurting you would be a definite no. he may have an absolute knife kink, but if he accidentally nicks you he would immediately stop and take care of the wound and relentlessly ask if you're okay.

❥ anal is also a definite no. not a finger, not a toy goes down there.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

❥ loves, loves, LOVES going down on you. cannot get enough of it, and if you allow him — he'll spend the whole day eating away between your thighs.

❥ i feel like he's more a giver than a receiver, but he absolutely would not turn you down if you went down on him. he loses his shit when you go down on him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

❥ definitely prefers a relatively fast pace, but depending the mood is absolutely not opposed to slow and deep. he can definitely last a while before he cums — though if it's been a while since the last time you went at it, he will definitely not last as long as usual, merely happy to finally be in you again.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies, or taking their sweet time?)

❥ definitely prefers taking his time, but also absolutely loves quickies — loves taking you up against the front door before he leaves for work, or in the bathroom at a bar before going back out to drink and join your friends, or fucking you up against your vanity just before the two of you go to work, as the way you applied your lipstick got him going.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things?)

❥ he loves to stick to what he knows, but if you come up to him and ask to try something knew, he could never say no to you. unless it's something he absolutely does not want to do.

❥ as for risks — he is absolutely up for risky semi/public sex. got all riled up while out at work? he has no problem taking care of it for you in a public bathroom, or tucked away in an alley.

Stamina (how many times they can go?)

❥ he can FUCK. for a hot minute. depending on how busy his day was he can last anywhere from 2 to 4 rounds — taking small breaks in between. though if the day was long of busy, he can last 1 to 2 at best. he definitely will try to make it more, but usually finds himself too exhausted by the end of the first round or halfway round two.

Toys (do they like using toys on themselves or lovers?)

❥ he's not the biggest fan of using them on you, he much prefers doing everything himself — but he's absolutely not opposed to you using them on yourself. and if you bat your eyes, he might not be opposed to you using them on him ;).

Unfair (do they tease or do they enjoy being teased?)

❥ loves LOVES L O V E S teasing. so damn much. he loves nothing more than to tease you till you're hot and bothered, be it in public, or at home. if he's away for work, and it's not too serious, he will definitely tease the fuck out of you till you're begging him to come home.

Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk during the act?)

❥ i don't think he's really loud, but he definitely pants fairly loud and whines.

❥ depending on the mood and the direction the moment is going he might be more vocal, moaning and groaning more loudly, or mostly just letting you hear his breath catch and his low whimpers in your ear..

❥ definitely talks you through it — praising or degrading you, letting you know how much he loves it, he's got the foulest mouth on him.

Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

❥ loves it when he's wearing a tie and you tug him by it to kiss him — or alternatively, when you're pissed and you tug on it to get your point across. makes him go absolutely insane ;).

Yearning (sexdrive level)

❥ high. so high. anything gets him going honestly. i think once the two of you have properly settled down it'll lessen a little though, and if the two of you were to have kids it wouldn't necessarily lessen, but more be a lower priority than other feelings and needs.

Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after?)

❥ definitely not immediately, aftercare is important to him. he can't find it in him to think about falling asleep before making sure you're okay/cleaning up and taking care of you. if it was a long day and the sex really took it out of him he'll definitely fall asleep quicker. but if it's a relatively relaxed day, it'll take him a little longer.

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