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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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Mom, I am a rich man || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Fans have always speculated that Tom was dating someone until he confirmed it in an interview. After digging through Tom’s socials, fans stumble upon you, a Yale law student.

Warnings: fem!reader

Wc: 341

A/n: anyone studying law atm? 🙋‍♀️ ALSO THANK U SM FOR 6K AHHH THATS INSANE!!!

Divider by @pommecita

“I did it!” You slightly furrow your eyebrows at the text message your boyfriend sent you before clicking onto the link that he sent. It was a 2 minute interview that he did while at one of the premieres for his hunger games movie.

Tom looked insanely good in his tailored suit, exuding confidence as he engages with the interviewer. Cameras flashed around him, capturing the glamour of the event, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride for your boyfriend.

The interviewer, a charismatic host with an air of familiarity, turns his attention to Tom, eager to delve into the behind-the-scenes of the blockbuster. “Tom, how was the filming process for ‘The Hunger Games’?” She’s asks, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

Tom smiles, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “Oh, it was fantastic. The whole cast and crew brought so much energy to the project. But what made it truly special was having my family here. They visited during filming, and even my girlfriend, who took some time off uni to be with me. I greatly appreciated that.”

Your heart swells with warmth at his words. Tom, ever the supportive partner, acknowledges your sacrifice and commitment to being by his side during this whirlwind experience.

Your 2 months in Berlin with Tom was a great opportunity to take a break from all your uni work, and of course, spend some much needed time with your boyfriend. The revelation that he has a girlfriend elicits a gasp from the woman interviewing him.

That video goes viral on the internet. With Tom’s fans searching the internet for anything that could lead them to finding out who Tom’s girlfriend is.

With hard digging, fans discover your insta page. Your posts containing photos of your life as a law student at Yale and fans were pleasantly surprised to find never seen before photos of Tom that you’ve posted.

y/n_y/l/n just posted a story!

y/n_y/l/n

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this months dump!

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yourfriendsusername: 😍😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: ily!

yourfriendsusername: uh oh, ur getting famous…. remember me pls!

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: sorry, who are you 😂

user1: omg so this is Tom’s gf? SHES GORGEOUS

user2: damn she’s hella smart huh?

↘️ user3: DUH SHES IN YALE

user4: eh, she’s mid

↘️ user5: studying at one of the ivy league’s is far from being mid lol 😭

user6: she’s been posting him for so long now, how have we only just found this out 😂

user7: so she’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s bagged Tom Blyth? Damn girl. Teach us ur ways!

user8: THE LAST PICTURE AWEE

user9: the bouquet behind his back- the way she’s looking at him- my single heart cannot 😭✋

user10: studying in Yale is such a flex oml. And studying law too? Imagine being able to say, yeah my mom’s a lawyers. COULD NEVER BE ME. 😃

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yeah my girlfriend is cooler than me.

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y/n_y/l/n: Alexa, play brooklyn baby by Lana Del Rey 😁

↘️ tomblyth: volume up Alexa!

rachelzegler: y/n’s side eye 🙈

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 👀👀

↘️ tomblyth: side eyed me the whole damn time

user1: HE FINALLY POSTED HER!

user2: can’t wait for more gf appreciation posts 😆

user3: what’s a uni student doing dating an actor like Tom Blyth?

user4: first pic. sleeping on the road tn.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: pls don’t 🙏

↘️ user5: AHH SHE REPLIED TO YOU

↘️ user6: UR SO LUCKY TO CALL TOM UR MAN.

↘️ user7: nah, he’s actually my man.

user8: crying. screaming. throwing up.

user9: it’s happening 😭 Tom finally posting about his gf

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unreliablesnake · 1 year

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Jealous Konig and Jealous Ghost fic respectively.

That’s all I ask for 🧎‍♀️

Note: I hope you'll like it. I love the idea of jealous Ghost. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

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GHOST

When Ghost was jealous, it showed.

While the two of you were out for a drink with a few friends, someone who tagged alone–a guy he had never seen before–tried to get a little too close to you. All he did was go to the bar for another beer, and when he returned, he noticed you being deep in a conversation with another man. He wasn't afraid you would end up being unfaithful, but he sure as hell wanted everyone to know you were spoken for.

So he stepped next to you, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his body as he flashed a casual smile at the guy. He didn’t say anything. He knew he didn’t have to. With his height, muscular build, and military training he could be intimidating enough to make them run away after apologizing for making a move on you.

But this guy didn’t bulge. He returned the smile and raised his drink a little before turning his attention back to you. The audacity of this asshole!

Ghost leaned down a little to rest his chin on top of your head, making it even more obvious that you were here with your boyfriend, not some random guy. “Let’s go home,” he told you, even though the guy was talking to you.

You looked up, meeting his gaze when he moved a little to see your eyes, but you only gave him a confused look. “It’s only eight,” you pointed out.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the guy smirking. It took every ounce of willpower to keep himself from punching him in the face. But he would never do something like this when you were around, so he just kissed your temple and said, “I’m bored.”

“What, you have something better to do at home?” you asked innocently.

Ghost flashed a wide smile at you, glad the opportunity came in his way. “I have a few ideas,” he replied before kissing you gently. “We don’t even have to leave the bedroom for that,” he added, deliberately loud enough so that the guy could hear him.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes to kiss him. When Ghost asked you if you would rather stay with your new friend, you asked, “What friend?”

This worked. That fucker let out a groan and left the two of you alone finally. With a victorious smile he picked you up and kissed you again, smiling to himself because apparently he was still the most important person in your life. He loved this. He loved knowing that he could always count on you.

KÖNIG

On the battlefield, König was extremely good at keeping his cool. He learned a lot there, things he could use in his personal life later on. But jealousy? That was the worst, something he couldn’t really handle.

It was clear that he was lucky to have you; a woman as beautiful as you would probably not deal with his hectic work schedule and the long missions he was sent on. Others might just get bored of waiting around and pursue a new relationship with someone who’s always available.

But you waited for him every single time. While he was gone, he always received spicy photos or videos, you were more than happy to help him get his release with phone sex, and sometimes you just sent him sweet messages that he cherished more than the adult contents.

This is why he felt like he’d been stabbed in the back when he found an unfamiliar man standing in your living room on the day he returned from a two months long mission. He saw your car outside, he knew you were home, so he assumed he was your… guest. He kept his cool for now, and he hoped his face only gave away his surprise and nothing more.

“You must be König,” the man suddenly said as he stood up from the couch and walked over to him to offer his hand.

The soldier shook it, his eyes watching the man curiously, trying to figure out what his intention was. “And you are?” he asked after some silence.

“Oh, good, you got to know each other,” you chirped when you entered the room.

The stranger returned to the couch, while you closed the gap between the two of you and gave him a hug. A hug. Where was the way you always kissed him after being apart for this long? He loved to keep you close, feeling your delicate hands on his arms or hips as you tried to keep your balance while tiptoeing to kiss him.

He gave you a questioning look, expecting an explanation that was long due in this situation. “He’s Frank. We work together,” you answered the question he never asked.

“And he’s here because?” he asked quietly, making sure the guy didn’t hear him.

You rolled your eyes, already knowing what this was all about. “I bought you a present and he helped me with it,” you explained. “Nothing happened, babe.”

König nodded. He didn’t want to talk about his insecurities in front of total strangers, so for now he decided to play along. He sat in the armchair next to the couch and started a conversation with Frank, asking him questions that made it feel like an interrogation. Do you have a significant other? Do you meet my girlfriend outside of work often?

And Frank gave him the answers he wanted. He didn’t have anyone at the moment, and yes, he did meet you outside of work when the team went out for a drink every once in a while. “Especially when you’re away for long and she gets lonely,” he added, twisting the knife he probably didn’t even know he was holding.

After a painfully long half an hour Frank suddenly realized he was in the way. Sure, he said he had something to take care of, but König knew the truth. Ever since he had first seen him, Frank had been intimidated by him. It wasn’t hard to be intimidating when he was a 6'10” tall and muscular soldier. Sometimes his size came in handy.

Once he left, you sat in his lap in the armchair and wrapped your arms around his neck. “He’s just a friend,” you assured him again.

His hands moved up your thighs, his thumb rubbing your skin as we watched you. It was enough for him, he believed you. At least that’s what he was trying to tell himself. In reality his mind was in overdrive for the rest of the day as he tried to figure out what you were doing every time he was away.

What if you had someone?

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut, minors dni! — oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, degredation, overstimulation, breeding kink (if you squint), praise kink, marking 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | wow what happened to only posting on wednesdays hmmm, anyway have this! i had fun writing it and i figured yall would wanna read it! | follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified when i post a new story!

“Just one more.”

Click.

“Eddie. Baby.”

“Yes?” Your boyfriend popped out from behind his Polaroid camera, his brown eyes all wide like a puppy dog.

“You said ‘one more’ last time,” you told him, and Eddie could only smile. You were right, after all; Eddie had been taking pictures of you for what felt like hours.

“I have to make sure I’m getting good ones,” Eddie told you. He readjusted his stance next to you, flashing another picture, and he retrieved the picture as it slid out the front of the camera. “I’m gonna put the best one in my wallet.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, scrunching your nose. “Why?”

“Because!” Eddie exclaimed. “I wanna be able to whip out a picture of you and show everyone how gorgeous my woman is!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, and you swiped up the dice that sat on Eddie’s floor. At first, you had just been helping him get ready for a meeting of the Hellfire Club that night, helping him check that he had his binder and books and the necessary bits and pieces that it took to make a D&D campaign work, but, somewhere along the way, Eddie had grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures of you, abandoning his work from before.

“Let me see,” you told him, putting your hand out so he could give you one of the pictures, and Eddie grabbed one of the ones that had already developed and handed it to you.

It was a nice picture, you had to admit. You sat on his floor, no pants, wearing one of his shirts. It was big on you and pulled over your shoulder, and the flash had highlighted your bare shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face in the picture, blocking your eyes, but the curve of your nose and mouth had managed to persist. You were smiling, laughing at something dumb that Eddie had said, your hand outstretched to gather up the itty bitty golf pencil Eddie had in his kit.

“Oh,” you said softly, your grip on the picture becoming much more tender than before. “Eddie, baby—”

“I like that one,” he said, his voice lowering gently. “I like how my shirt is hanging off of you… Looks real sexy, y’know?”

“I like my smile,” you admitted. It felt weird to say that about yourself, but, if the picture were of anybody else but you, you would have been head-over-heels for that smile.

“I like your smile too,” Eddie told you. He pressed his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, his eyes canvasing you, and he reached out and brushed your hair aside. “Here, show me that smile again.”

“Ed,” you groaned playfully, but you did what he asked of you. You smiled straight at his camera, trying to replicate the soft smile that you had in the photograph, and Eddie snapped the picture. The camera churned it out and Eddie grabbed the photograph, still all black, and he turned back to his pile of actively-developing Polaroids, pulling out one that was nearly finished. This time, you held a pair of dice in your palm, your mouth open as you spoke, but you could instantly see why Eddie had chosen it: your naked legs were just a little open, showing just the faintest hint of your pink panties.

“Now, this,” Eddie chuckled, and he hit the back of his hand with the photo. “This is sexy.”

“If you want a picture of me opening my legs, all you have to do is ask,” you giggled, and Eddie’s face suddenly lit up.

“I liked the subtlety of it,” he said, but he took the camera back in his hands. “Like you’re not trying to be sexy, you just are. But if you wanna be obvious about it… Open your legs, sweetheart.”

“Okay, that was a joke,” you laughed, but the look on your boyfriend’s face told you that he definitely didn’t think it was a joke. “But if you’re serious…”

“Serious as a heart attack, princess,” Eddie said, lifting the camera up. “C’mon, lemme see you.”

You chewed your lip as you thought it over, and you finally said, “You can’t show these to anyone, okay? The other ones, sure, but not these.”

“Never,” Eddie told you, and he watched as you slowly opened your legs for him, giving him and his camera the perfect view of your panties. In an instant, Eddie had the camera up to his eye, and he snapped a picture, and the camera churned it out dutifully. “That’s cute, baby. Show me your tits.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little shy as you stripped off your shirt, and Eddie’s hands reached out and lightly touched you. Your skin hummed at his touch, and you sighed softly when he smoothed his fingers across your nipple. The camera clicked in time with your sigh, and your boyfriend smiled like the devil behind the camera.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Eddie told you, his hand falling away from you. “My pretty girl… I have an idea.”

“Oh, God,” you sighed. “What now?”

Eddie flipped open his camera, seeing how many pictures he had left, and he nodded in contentment when he saw more than a few in there. “Take this,” he said and passed it to you, and he added, “I’m gonna go down on you and it’s your turn to take pictures.”

“Eddie,” you gawked. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve got Hellfire in, like, an hour.”

“I can make it quick,” Eddie told you, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your mouth. For a moment, you forgot exactly what Eddie was proposing, and you put down the camera and kissed him back, your fingers threading into that lovely long hair of his. You moaned softly when his tongue prodded your lips and finally into your mouth, and you writhed in his grip as his thigh went between your legs.

You felt his hands travel from your hips to the hem of your panties, and Eddie took no time in pulling them down your legs. His kiss lifted from off of your lips and settled on your neck, lightly biting your skin and soothing the sting of it with his tongue. You suddenly understood Eddie wanting to take pictures; as sexy and exciting as it was, it was a reminder of your time together, no matter what was done.

Your hands scrambled to find the camera and you quickly grabbed it, and you turned it around to snap a picture of yourself, Eddie attached to your neck. You were giddy when you considered that you would have no idea what the pictures looked like until they fully developed in a few minutes, and you knew that you would be more than a little preoccupied by then.

Eddie heard the camera go off, and he smiled into your neck. “You’re cute,” he mumbled, and he tugged himself out of your neck. His eyes examined your skin, looking at all the red marks that he had left, and he added, “Those are gonna bruise up so nice, I love it.”

“Good,” you replied. “Now, isn’t there something you said you were gonna do?”

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, and, under his breath, he said, “You, maybe.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled. “Get down there, hurry up.”

“Telling me to hurry…” Eddie mumbled playfully under his breath. “What’s that saying? Patience is a virtue?”

“God, just put your mouth on my fucking pussy already,” you giggled, and Eddie dutifully obeyed. He pressed light kisses to your skin for a few moments, either teasing you or warming you up, and you grabbed the camera and set off a quick picture as Eddie’s hand came up and lightly touched your thigh. He smiled into your cunt, but he quickly got to work tugging down your panties, and he didn’t wait a second to press a kiss to your skin.

Eddie opened your legs further and fully buried himself into your cunt, sending one long kick up from your hole to your clit. The electric shock that hit your body made you whimper, and your grip faltered on the camera. He sucked hard at your clit for a few torturous seconds, just long enough to make you squeal and grab at his hair, and he smiled into your skin. “Eddie,” you whimpered, and he responded by swirling his tongue along your wet flesh, threatening your hole with the tip of his tongue. “Eddie, baby…”

“Take a picture,” Eddie mumbled into your cunt, and you nodded quickly, fumbling with the camera to get it to your eye. In the viewfinder, you could see your boyfriend’s lovely head between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you as his mouth quirked into a cheeky grin. Just as you snapped the picture, Eddie licked hard at your clit, and you gasped as the shock radiated through your legs.

“Ed!” you whined. ”Fuck, baby!”

Eddie didn’t reply, closing his eyes as he went back to his work, licking and biting and sucking at you. Everything he did left a hot coil in your tummy, winding tighter and tighter, and you dug the tips of your fingers into the hard plastic of the camera. Your leg twitched by his head when he added a finger to the mix, pressing it slowly into you as his mouth focused on your clit. He took your skin into his mouth and suckled at the sensitive nerve as his finger easily sank into your wet heat, and Eddie smiled as you writhed around him.

“You like that?” he asked, and you nodded as you quickly flashed another picture. Eddie’s laughter vibrated up your spine and into your head, and he added a second finger before he started to fuck you quick and deep. The wet sounds of it were obscene, and you moaned; it made you wish that you had a video camera, just so you could capture the noises of it.

Eddie didn’t seem satisfied with just this, because he was quickly slinking away from your body, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You whined at the loss of his fingers, and he laughed before shushing you. “It’s okay, princess,” he told you soothingly. “You’re getting my cock now, calm down.”

The promise of that made you shiver, and you watched greedily as Eddie leaned back and undid his belt. Quickly, you remembered the camera, and, without even looking in the viewfinder, snapped a picture of Eddie’s smooth hands and fingers, adorned with rings, undoing his belt. You discarded the picture off to the side, in the general area of the others, and Eddie gave you a smile. “I knew you’d like the picture idea,” he said as he unzipped his jeans. “Are you gonna take pictures as I fuck you?”

“Yeah,” you said, your legs quivering as Eddie handled them around his waist, his jeans yawning open to expose the band of his boxers and the little happy trail he had that extended from his tummy and down into his underwear. “Maybe I’ll put one in my wallet.”

“I’d love to see it,” Eddie told you, and he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself fully against your wet pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Did I do that, did I make you all wet?”

“Yes,” you gasped. You abandoned the camera in favor of gripping Eddie’s curls, and you dragged him down into a kiss, your mouths slotting together perfectly. His tongue swiped your lips before pushing into your mouth, and his fingertips dug almost painfully into the meat of your thighs. You liked the pain of it, though, and you moaned softly into Eddie’s open mouth.

You could see just how impatient Eddie was, his kiss heady and needy, and you whispered, “Eddie, baby please fuck me already, I can’t wait any longer.”

Eddie groaned low in his chest, and he mumbled, “M’gonna, princess, gonna fuck you so good.” His hands left your thighs, leaving little red crescents from his nails in his wake, and turned his attention back to himself. He shoved his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock, and you quivered at the sight of him. You would never get over just how pretty Eddie’s cock was, thick and long, cut, with a little curve to the left, and your mouth watered.

Eddie’s big brown eyes focused in on your pussy, and he spread your legs wide to slot his hips fully between them. Your breathing came quick as he pressed the head of his cock to your hole, and Eddie’s lips turned into a smirk as he pressed in just the tip. You whimpered and sobbed at the feeling of it, so close to what you needed but not enough and you pulled him into another kiss.

“Eddie, baby,” you sobbed. “No teasing, baby, please.”

Still partially inside you, Eddie leaned over to where you had set down the camera, and he quickly focused it on where your bodies met. In a quick, fluid motion, he snapped his hips forward and filled you all up, all the way to the hilt of his cock, and the camera snapped and the flash went off. Eddie pulled out the picture and waved it a few times in the air, trying to get it to process quicker than the others (although you had told him before that Polaroids don’t work like that, but Eddie swore it helped), and he said, “That’ll be a good one. Got your tits in it; this might be the one.”

“Eddie!” you whined, and you covered your face abashedly. “Don’t put that one in your wallet!”

“Why not?” Eddie asked. “It’s gonna be beautiful!”

“Because you’re inside me in that picture!” you protested. “That’s embarrassing, y’know?”

“Embarrassing?” Eddie asked. “Or hot?”

You sighed, and you grabbed the camera from Eddie, letting him brace himself up on his hands so he could start slowly fucking you. The stretch around him always hurt for the first few seconds, and you squeezed your eyes closed as Eddie slowly rocked his hips forward. The feel of it was exquisite, the hot drag of him inside you making you see stars already, and the way his cock nestled into that soft spot inside you with each thrust was almost sickening.

Your hands shook as you situated the viewfinder on your eye, and Eddie flashed you a cheeky smile as you snapped a picture. You knew the picture would be subpar, likely shaky and out of focus, but it was Eddie, and you knew that would make the picture worth something. “Fuck me,” you told him, discarding the camera once more. “Fuck me harder, Eddie, please.”

“Harder,” Eddie echoed, and one of his hands went back to your marked thigh, pulling it up to settle your leg over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him deeper, so deep that you felt like you could feel him in your chest, and your back arched as he started up a quick pace. “Good girl, taking me so well… Fuck, princess, you’re so tight for me.”

You nodded, unable to even form words, and Eddie laughed. You weren’t sure if he was laughing with you or at you, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “E-Eddie,” you stammered, your arms circling around his neck and clinging onto him. “Fuck, baby, y-you’re so deep.”

Eddie didn’t respond, only gripping you tighter and fucking you faster. If you thought the sounds of him fingering you were obscene, the noises now were absolutely nasty, loud and wet, skin hitting and brushing against each other. It only spurred on the hot coil in your stomach, drawing it tighter and tighter, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

It was a good thing that Eddie was such a good lover, so in tune with your body and needs, because he knew exactly what you wanted without you having to tell him. His hand left your thigh and drifted down between your bodies to the apex of your legs, and his skilled fingers quickly began to play with your clit, rubbing hard and pinching it enough to make you squeal and buck your hips.

“Fuck!” you mewled, pressing yourself closer to him. “Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?” Eddie laughed. “M’gonna make you cum before I do, and I’m gonna take the prettiest picture of you, all fucked out and used.”

“O-Okay,” you stammered. “A-As long as I get a picture of you all fucked out.”

“Of course,” Eddie agreed. “It’s only fair.”

Eddie’s fingers resumed their work on your clit, touching you with increasing urgency. He wanted you to cum quickly, and, with his quick pace and deep thrusts, it didn’t seem like it would take much longer. Your cunt throbbed around his cock as he fucked you, trying to draw him to his end as well, and Eddie hissed through his teeth. “Goddamn it, princess,” he said. “Tryin’ to make me cum all quick too.”

“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. Your hands scrambled for the camera again, and you braced it against your chest as you took a picture of him. The camera churned it out, and you once again abandoned the whole thing in order to touch Eddie. His chest was heaving with pants as he fucked you hard, and your hands grappled to grab him by his shoulders. Even though he was still fully dressed, there was something even more erotic than if he were naked with you, and you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as his breath came in quick, sharp little gasps.

You could feel his cock throb inside you, and you knew that he was painfully close. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, gently biting at his earlobe. “Are you gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah,” he grunted out. “Gonna fill you all up, princess.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned. “Please cum, baby, please.”

“You want it?” Eddie asked. “You want my cum?”

“Yes,” you cried. Eddie’s fingers played quicker with your clit, your thighs shaking against your will as the coil drew tighter and hotter in your belly, and you dug your fingertips hard into his tough shoulder. Every sensation was jacked up to ten, Eddie fucking you so right and touching your clit and talking to you so nasty, and your back arched as you gasped. You couldn’t even get your full sentence out, “Eddie, I’m—!”, before the coil inside you burst, and you came.

Your vision went a little blurry as you came, warm washing over your whole body as you grabbed Eddie hard, drawing him down into a kiss. It was an ugly kiss, all teeth and tongue, but it was exactly what you wanted from him. Eddie groaned into the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy and even harder (if that was possible), and he speared into you hard one last time before he gave a deep grunt and a long groan, and you felt him spill inside you. Your mind felt gone, but you were there enough to grapple for the camera, and you took a picture of him, his head hanging low and his eyes squeezed shut, and you giggled lightly at him.

“Here,” Eddie whispered. “Gimme that.” You quickly passed him the camera, and he took care to focus it nicely on your cunt, still filled by his cock and leaking his cum, before he snapped a picture. Your body quivered in pleasure as Eddie put down the camera and grabbed your hips again, and he put a sweet kiss on your open mouth. “You okay?” he asked, and you nodded gently.

“Just…” you started, and huffed out a laugh. “Fucking tired now.”

Eddie finally withdrew his hips, pulling his softening cock from inside you with another hiss, and he sat on the floor next to you. Carefully, he pulled you into his lap, and you buried your face in his neck as he grabbed the camera and flipped it open to check the film. “One picture left,” he announced. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nodded and took the camera from his hands, and you turned it around on both of you. Just in time for the picture, Eddie leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you laughed as the picture flashed and then churned out.

“That’s gonna be the best one,” Eddie said, and he took the picture into his hand and reverently put it on the floor, next to the pile of other Polaroids. You caught a glimpse of the other quickly-developing pictures— your tits, Eddie’s head between your thighs, a shaky flash of his cock halfway inside you— and, when you looked back at the final picture, you saw the ghost of yourself, smiling widely, with Eddie attached to your cheek.

“I agree.”

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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what about reader and pedro have this close relationship but reader start distancing herself from pedro because he got date rumours with another actress who's older than the reader but pedro just wants to be in a relationship if it's with the reader (sorryyy english is not my first language

a/n; aw this is so cute :((( so angsty n fluffy <3

your phone rang once again as you were getting ready for the upcoming gala, your manager holding it for you and announcing the caller.

“it’s pedro pascal once again, what should i do?” she inquired you, and you shook your head. she instantly ignored the call, as she had done the last 15 times he had called that whole day. “you can’t keep doing this…, you two are great friends! did you have a discussion?”

you didn’t answer, opting for staying silent, because your heart was aching.

“how does that look? good enough?” your makeup artist smiled at you, and you took in your image on the mirror, bold red lips with dark eyeshadow and great fake eyelashes that made your eyes pop. the highlighter made your skin glow, and your perfectly applied base made it look flawless.

not good enough. it’s what you wanted to answer, ‘cause you weren’t as pretty as that woman in the news that pedro had been caught in a scandal with, you didn’t have her beautiful and perfect cheekbones, or amazing waist and hips.

but instead you smiled and nodded, winning a soft smile from your makeup artist. your hair was down and in beautiful waves that tickled the exposed skin of your back, your dress having an opening there that reached just above your lower back. your outfit for tonight’s gala was beautiful, a dior black and elegant dress that brought out all your most prominent curves and showed just the right amount of skin. you had paired it with lace long gloves and a pair of saint laurent heels that were really too painful to stand on for too long. but we all know what they said: beauty is pain.

“okay. let’s go.” your manager said, handing you your coat so the streets of new york wouldn’t freeze you to death at this hour.

“yeah.” you nodded, and tried to ignore the knot on your stomach, fully knowing you’d see pedro there. at the end, you two were the new starring stars on the most watched series of the season: last of us, along with bella ramsey of course. you knew a lot of people would come to the premiere, famous people, probably her as well.

your heels tickled on the floor as you made your way to your limousine, the leather underneath you warming you up. your phone buzzed. new message. pedro.

you sighed and put it aside, turning on do not disturb. twitter was going crazy, with this photos of this new woman under his arm making your stomach churn.

you shouldn’t feel like this. pedro was just a friend. you shouldn’t care about who he was dating, or if he even was dating at all. you should be happy for him. so why… why were you feeling like this? so bitter? so hurt?

the flashes hit your face and body, and as always, you smiled and waved once your manager had taken your jacket for you, even if the paparazzis were blinding you and making you go deaf with their screams. you didn’t want to smile, you didn’t want to pose, you didn’t want to be here. but you had to, so you’d decided that you’d do a quick greeting and chat for a little bit with other actors and stars and head back home early.

you just needed to try and not meet up with pedro for the next few hours. you could do that. there were so many people inside of there, posing in the red carpet, hugging each other and chatting up while drinking glasses of champagne that you thought it would be easy to hide from him.

you thought.

“there you are darling.” but as always you were wrong. “thought for a moment you were hiding for me there.” he smiled at the cameras, your skin growing on goosebumps when one of his warm and big hands found your exposed lower back, pulling you closer to his side. the paparazzi’s cameras were going crazy.

“pedro.” you sighed, trying really hard to not get lost in his touch, or in his eyes, or his cologne…

you were about to say something, probably come out with a lame excuse as why you had been ignoring him lately, but then you heard it.

“pedro! pedro! what can you tell us about that last scandal? are you perhaps now in a relationship?!”

your heart sank to your stomach, and your skin grew cold. you probably looked as white as a ghost.

“excuse me.” you smiled at him and the paparazzis, pulling away from his touch in need to run away from there. ‘cause you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

your chest felt heavy, and your feet were fast.

would he smile and nod? say that he was now happily in love with somebody else?

you didn’t want to even imagine it.

“i need a fucking cigarette.” you muttered, taking from your purse your pack of cigarettes and heading to the bathrooms. you headed towards the most far away ones, those who were always free and silent.

the lighter flicked twice before the smoke was finally filling up your lungs. you let out a sigh. you knew it was shit. smoking. it was actually disgusting. but there was nothing that could help you more than another addiction to get over the one you already had: pedro pascal.

the cold of the bathroom tiles hit your back when you leaned against the wall, inhaling deeply, red smearing all over the bud of your cigarette.

you weren’t expecting company, but as always, you had to be surprised once again by him. only him.

the door opened with a creak, and your eyes shot open when they met his brown ones. fuck.

he looked at you, chest heaving harshly up and down as if he had been looking for you nonstop, running up and down every damn corridor just to find you.

“what have i done? what have i done to make you hate me this much?” he inquired, his voice just above a whisper. your heart broke. he looked broken too. you had done this?

“pedro…” you tried, but he was stepping inside the bathrooms and closing the door behind his back.

“no.” he shook his head. “tell me. tell me what have i done to make you not even be able to stand me being close to you.” his eyes fell as he saw your need to take a step back when he walked towards you. and maybe you would’ve, if you weren’t already cornered against the wall. “have i done anything to make you uncomfortable?” he inquired, and you felt your breath hitching, tears starting to sting your eyes. he thought it was his fault, that he was in the wrong. you were causing him pain just because your jealousy was too strong for you to handle.

“it’s nothing, pedro.” you tried and walk away, but his warm hands were once again on you, surrounding carefully your wrist to not let you go. you couldn’t help the way your heart jumped

“please sweetheart… talk to me…” he begged, and your tears shone under the lights when his other hand reached for your chin to make you look at him.

you took a deep breath in, trying your hardest to not give into his voice, nor touch… but it was too strong, your need for him, your love for him.

“do you love her?” you suddenly blurted out, and your stomach flipped. his eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed. “that woman from the news… are you in love with her?” you muttered, your doe tearful eyes looking into his. your heart was screaming for him to not break him, your brain for him to confirm the rotten feeling that had been growing inside your chest. he cupped your face, about to talk but being cut off by your babbling once again. “she’s pretty. really pretty. and famous, and nice, and intelligent and has like a million of awards…” you smiled, even if your heart was falling apart and your eyes were about to spill tears.

“no baby, wait, you don’t understand…”

“i’m happy for you.” you muttered, taking his hands to pull them away from your face, even if the loss of his touch was making your soul break. lie and smile. “i’m sure you’ll be very happy, pedro.” you sighed, your heels clicking against the cold floor of that desolated bathroom as you headed towards the door, although his voice stopped you as you reached for the handle.

the door closed as you tried to open it, his palm firmly pressing against the door and the side of your head to keep it shut.

he inquired, and you bit down on your lip and tried to fight of your tears as he slowly turned you around to face him, caging you with his body against the wood of the door. he had never been this close. your chests were gracing, the mint of his breath hitting your face.

“is it really not obvious?” he inquired, and you frowned, your breath hitching when his free hand was back at softly holding your face. “it’s not her who i am in love with, i could never give my heart to another woman that doesn’t smile like you, or laugh as sweetly as you, or work as hard of you, or make my days seem as brighter as you do. i could never give my heart to another woman because i’ve already given it to you…” you eyes widened at his words, your chest heaving in deep breath.

he looked into your eyes, and then to your lips. he sighed. “am i reading this wrong, beautiful?” he inquired, scared, terrified of your shocked expression.

you quickly shook your head, your own hands cupping his face. “no pedro, not in the slightest.” you whispered against his lips before you pulled him against yours, butterflies filling your chest when you felt his left arm —the one that had stood keeping the door close— circled your waist and pulled you tighter against him.

the kiss was soft, slow, sweet… everything you’ve ever wanted. it was enough to make you melt.

but it was not enough, and you let him know with a whine when he pulled away.

“i know baby, i know.” he hushed you, leaving a soft peck on your now smudged lips. he had red lipstick all over his. “but there are a couple of paparazzis out there i have to clear up things with. perhaps the fact that it’s you who i’m in love with, in the first place.”

“maybe we could just show them.” you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile as well, eyebrows raised.

“what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, huh?” he pinched your waist and you laughed, making his heart jump.

you hummed. “i’ll have to kiss you a little bit more for you to get the idea.” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, staining the perfect kiss mark.

he laughed, hiding the shiver that went up his spine.

“you’ll be the death of me.”

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i imagine pedro coming back to the gala with his whole face decorated in kisses and being impossibly happy about it

a/n; i hope you liked it<3

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virginsexgod69 · 1 month

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❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

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katewritesthings · 4 months

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Love Me Like I Can - Prologue// Introductions

This is just prologue to test interest. All of Diana's songs are by the artist JoJo. ( For the song Joanna, just pretend it's Diana)

pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer! Original Female Character

•summary: Inspired by Scandoval and Taylor/Travis. R&B singer Diana Hayes navigates falling in love after a cheating scandal captures the attention of America and a certain Bengal.

•warnings: Cursing. Cheating. Sexual Situations. Drinking. Drug use. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Prologue // Introductions

October 18, 2023

Finding out was a complete accident. Diana was not the type of person that had the unquenchable curiosity for what is on their partner’s phone. In hindsight, maybe she should have paid even a bit of attention to Connor’s. Maybe the revelation wouldn’t have blindsided her, hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Every step that led to her finding out was motivated by trying to support Connor. His band, Bedford Scrolls, had just finished playing their final show of tour in their hometown of Boston and she was trying to get the best videos and pictures she could of him playing his bass. The entire tour was being documented on the reality show that the band starred in, but Connor always liked personal videos he could post on TikTok. She opened his camera roll to see if the pictures she took turned out the way she wanted when she scrolled one picture too far. The rage of betrayal washed over Diana as her stomach hit the ground. She was staring directly at her best friend’s bare chest. On the phone that belonged to her boyfriend of seven years. Unable to completely process the situation at hand with the screaming of the crowd surrounding her, Diana opened the camera roll to the grid revealing the pictures that Connor had taken in the past three months. There were numerous pictures of Hannah in various states of undress peppered in between the pictures of Diana In a flash, she began selecting all of the photos that didn’t contain nudity and AirDropped them to herself while trying to navigate herself back to Connor’s dressing room.

After she felt the buzz of confirmation from her own phone in her pocket, Diana opened Connor’s phone app and dialed Hannah’s number. If the show had just ended that meant that the traitor was currently at the band’s hotel. With a huff, Diana mentally cursed herself for getting Hannah put on the band’s payroll. “Hey, baby! I thought you’d still be on stage!” The familiar voice of her best friend hit her ears as she navigated backstage to slam open the door to the green room. Connor and his three bandmates were freshening up while a few other friends lounged about.

“How long have the two of you been the absolute scum of the earth,” Diana heard her own voice sneer. The question captured the attention of the entire room she had just entered and silenced the woman on the other end of the phone.

Miles, the band’s lead singer, looked like he was about to open his mouth to ask for clarification for the whole room before Connor cut him off.

“Let’s not do this here, Di. Let’s go somewhere to talk about this in private. You don’t want to embarrass yourself,” he said, voice even and calmer than he should be. Diana saw red, knowing what he was attempting to do. Connor had a habit of wanting to paint their relationship as picture-perfect, he wanted to do damage control and convince her to let this go. Unfortunately, this was not a random girl in Miami like at the beginning of their relationship. This was a new level of betrayal.

“Fuck that, Connor. What’s embarrassing is knowing that I thought you were good enough for me. Let everyone know how you’ve got more naked pictures of Hannah on your phone than I could count,”

Gasps and sounds of shock almost drowned out the sound of Hannah ending the call. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back to Diana. She felt like her throat was closing up as she began to process what this meant for her. Not only did this change everything when it came to her personal life, it was going to cause huge issues in her professional life.

Diana had been in the industry since she was 14 and nominated for her first Grammy. Even as a young teenager, there was a soulful warmth in her voice that combined with her range led to her first album winning Best Contemporary R&B album in 2012. Her career continued to steadily climb over the next few years as she dabbled in acting and released three more albums in 2014, 2016, and 2018, but she had never felt the security of someone on a bigger label. It had been almost six years since she had released music and that was supposed to be coming to an end.

Diana had been planning on recording her third album after Bedford Scrolls’ tour and recording of Band Together had finished filming. Connor’s manager had promised her that if she went on tour with them and was featured in the season, it would drum up attention for the announcement of her return to music. He had talked her into signing a contract to appear in at least six episodes this season and the reunion. He even hinted at the possibility that she could use the networking to secure a documentary about making the album.

All Diana could think about at the moment was how all of that was now a pipe dream. In her anger, she threw Connor’s phone across the room and let her phone carry her to the back exit of the venue. Emotions were swirling through her head and the thought of the material she had worked on about and with Connor now made her sick. She was going to have to start over, but couldn’t until the reunion was filmed in mid-November.

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OCTOBER 20, 2023

DIANA AND CONNOR CALL IT QUITS! ALLEGATIONS HE CHEATED WITH.. HANNAH MALONEY!!

Musicians and stars of the reality show Band Together, CONNOR LEWIS and DIANA Hayes are officially no more, representatives for the pair have confirmed to TMZ.

After seven years, the couple has reportedly decided to go their separate ways. As surprising as this news is, it’s not nearly as shocking as news that Connor is rumored to have an affair with cast member, employee, and friend Hannah Maloney.

The Show Band Together follows the musical career of Connor’s band Bedford Scrolls as they navigate the messy life of music from writing to touring. Diana has been featured occasionally on the show in past seasons but was heavily featured in the trailer for Season 3 which premiered October 8. Hannah is a close friend of Diana’s who eventually became an assistant for Bedford Scrolls and is also featured on the show.

In the promo for Season 3, it was suggested that Connor and Diana were in an open relationship. This rumor was quickly shut down when Diana shared the promo to her Instagram stories with the caption “I’m not that cool. Bisexual =/= polyamory”

Show sources let TMZ know that the break up was recent as the couple has been seen together at tour dates for Bedford Scrolls as recently as Wednesday. Fans also report this as they say that Diana was Connor’s biggest fan at the final show of the tour, but left the venue alone in tears in a cab shortly after the set ended.

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October 29, 2023

DIANA SEEN OUT SWIFTLY AFTER SPLIT WITH EX, CONNOR

Edibles singer DIANA HAYES was spotted in NYC, leaving Electric Lady studios this morning. This is the first public sighting of Diana since news broke of her split with ex-CONNOR LEWIS.

Last week TMZ reported that the couple split after Connor had an affair with Diana’s best friend, HANNAH MALONEY. Cast members of the reality show Band Together, and bandmates of Connor, have seemingly confirmed this by posting pictures of them with Diana in support. The hashtag #TeamDiana was trending for most of last week.

Sources close to Diana inform us that she has been staying at a rental in New York and has been offered support from big names such as Taylor Swift and Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson and even romantic offers from bachelors such as Drake.

Eagle-eyed fans are curious to see how this drama unfolds in this season of Band Together. Click here to catch up on this season of Band Together, airing now!

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November 28, 2023

@DianaMusic: Wow. Where to start?

First of all: Thank you all so much to for the outpouring of love and positivity you have sent my way over the past few weeks. Without the support I have gotten I would not have even been able to process the insanity that has happened, but with your care, I was able to throw myself into healing creatively. With this healing journey comes some good news and the bad news.

First, this will be my last season of Band Together.

More importantly, over the past few weeks, I have been processing through creating. This means I have recorded 4 new songs to put on an EP called, “Run” that will be released at midnight. It has been so long since I have released new music into the world that I began to question whether I had anything left to say, but now I do. This EP is just a taster of what is to come next year and I cannot wait to grow and heal with you all.

What didn’t kill me better run. Liked by joeyb_9, conlew, and 1,423,798 others

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@taylorswift13: So proud of you! @IslaNg: They better fucking run! @hallebailey: This EP is about to be my personality

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RUN.

Diana

Anxiety (Burlinda’s Theme)

Dissolve

Man

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December 29, 2023

The past three months had been a whirlwind for Diana. After the revelation that Connor had cheated on her, she immediately threw herself into writing new songs. Before her flight from Boston to New York landed she had already written two of the four songs on her new EP. Diana and Anxiety were the outcomes of her mind working on overdrive about how the public was going to perceive the breakup.

Realistically, Diana knew that there would be people who blamed her, that’s just part of being a woman. Unrealistically, she was convinced that the public would take Connor’s side due to her unofficial hiatus from the public consciousness. Bedford Scrolls released their last album in September and had been touring and promoting constantly since.

What the songwriter didn’t expect was for scandal to take the nation by storm in her favor. The nation tuned in every week to watch Band Together in hopes that they find clues of the affair in the season. As the episodes aired, it became clear that Diana was a devoted supporter of Conno meanwhile he took the chance to insult her every time she wasn’t in a scene. The footage broke Diana’s heart and ignited a vitriol for Connor like never seen before. Even Connor’s bandmates only spoke to him to berate him at the reunion for the reality show

The finale for the show had aired Sunday and it had been the only episode, bar the reunion that had been filmed after Diana had ended her relationship. She had never seen support like the outpouring of comments left when people watched as she asked Connor if he ever really loved her at all. Some fans had even correctly theorized that she had written Dissovle after filming had ended that day.

Diana had taken her new friend Taylor’s advice when she reached out and had booked as many performances as possible so she could turn the attention back to her career. She knew it was opportunistic, but after what Connor and Hannah did to her, Taylor reassured her that she deserved to secure her own future with the publicity.

Diana had just finished singing acoustic versions of Dissolve and Man as the intro to a funk cover of “Any Man of Mine” by Shania Twain began to play. “I decided to do this song because I recently realized that it’s not selfish to want your partner to please you or be dedicated to only you… Here goes.”

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DECEMBER 31, 2023

REUNION SECRETS REVEALED

Last night, the reunion of Band Together aired and exposed much more about the affair of CONNOR LEWIS and HANNAH MALONEY than we previously knew.

Isla, the drummer for Bedford Scrolls, posted on their instagram stories earlier this week defending their support of DIANA over their own bandmate Connor, saying: “You’ll see guys, some shit comes out at the reunion. Like, we found out shit we had no clue about and some stuff that was said that was absolutely heinous. As a human, it would be hard not to take Diana’s side after watching.”

After watching the reunion, it is clear what Isla was talking about. Diana, Connor, and Hannah were all in the same room for the interview where Hannah admitted the affair had been happening for almost a year.

Things only got more heated from there as the host Andy Cohen asked Hannah why she loved and believed she could trust Connor. Hannah answered with a sexually explicit answer saying, “Connor and I are in love in such a deep way, it’s different than their relationship. He wouldn’t even go down on Diana and he’ll eat me any chance he got.”

If that weren’t enough fuel to the fire, Connor had to be removed from the stage for his safety after saying something under his breath that fans believe to have been, “Could you blame me, who wants to go down on a redhead?” because Miles and the guitarist, Zach, had gotten him into a headlock.

Fans are speculating that this might be the end of Bedford Scrolls as we know it.

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JANUARY 1, 2024

Diana was doing her best to try to avoid every bit of media she could for as long into the New Year as possible. It turned out, as long as possible ended up being 3 PM. Biz, Diana’s sister had burst through the AirBNB bedroom door tha Diana was currently holed up in, trying to smoke a bowl watch the newest episode of the new Percy Jackson.

“Did you see the Cheifs vs Bengals game yesterday,” the younger girl excitedly shrieked as she dramatically flopped herself on the bed next to her sister. “Uhm, is this an alternate universe? When have you ever seen me watch a sporting that I didn’t sing at” Diana shot her sister a look of confusion and taking a hit from her glass pipe.

“Because! Your name came up, watch this video!” Biz excitedly thrust her phone into her sister's hand.

The sound of her own voice was audible in the background of the video as a player with the number 1 on their jersey was being interviewed.

“I see you all are fans of Diana,” the interviewer joked as a player with a wrist splint in the background was seen in the background mouthing the words to “Man.”

“Yeah, we Team Diana in this locker room!” The player said laughing.

“Oh, yeah? Is her music on a lot in the locker room?”

“Not like we have a choice though, with how obsessed Joe is,” the player let out another laugh pointing at the injured player in the background. Chuckles from nearby players were heard. “Shut up, Ja’Marr,” the injured man, presumably Joe shouted from the back.

“All I’m saying is you kept saying this song was about you when you first heard it,” Ja’Marr called back over his shoulder. “Diana if you’re watching this: Hit up my boy Joey B! He ain’t afraid to e-” The video was cut off as Ja’Marr was put in a headlock by Joe.

Diana stared at her sister’s phone, uncertain who or what she just witnessed, waiting for an explanation. When none came, she looked up to find Biz’s expectant face looking hopefully back at her.

“So?” the brunette questioned, “Are you going to do it?!”

“Do what? I don’t even know what I just watched,” Diana stated, still confused.

“You just watched Ja’Marr Chase ask you to hit up one of the most thirsted-after quarterbacks ever: Joe Burrow, and imply that said quarterback would like to get freaky with you,” Biz explained. “You have to respond.”

Diana’s cheeks filled with warmth as she mentally replayed the video in her head. She had no idea who this person was, but she had to admit he was attractive. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have her agent try to reach out for his phone number. ===== Next Chapter.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow imagine #joey b #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow x singer!oc #joe burrow series #joe burrow story

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onlyhereforthestories · 8 months

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Stay, Stay, Stay (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

This was a request that I loved writing! I hope you all like and this is my first Ashley fic but expect more!

It had been a long day and you were more than ready to get home to your girlfriend of 3 years. Since coming out to the public in the most subtle way you could (showing your support for the woman at the World Cup and how proud you were of her for being there) you had been noticed more in your normal life. This has led to more pictures and eyes on you no matter where you were and that included at your work. For some reason today seemed to be a day where you noticed the presence of cameras or phones trained at you more and that made you really uneasy.

You were hoping Ashley hadn't seen any of the recent ones yet, so you had time to explain yourself and what happened today before she got the wrong idea. However as soon as you walked through the door to your shared apartment you knew the pictures were already all over social media and the blonde had seen them. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a slightly hurt expression on her face and her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

You took a moment to take your shoes and coat off before you made your way towards her, you kept your hands in your pockets and tried to relax your posture so she could see that you were not here to argue. “It's not what it looks like.” Maybe that wasn't the best sentence to start with, but it was the truth and you wanted her to know that from the get go.

The scoff you received in return said that right now Ashley didn't believe you and part of you was hurt and the other part did not blame her. “So you pressed up behind another woman is not what it looks like yeah?” The eye roll didn't go unnoticed by you, and you knew you were in for a hell of an evening if you didn't sort this out.

“You can't see my camera because it's the other side of me and Lily, that was the start of the picture…” You saw the jealous spark flash across your girl's face when you mentioned the models name and so stopped speaking quietly.

“So you're trying to tell me that you were pressed so close to another woman without being ready to take whatever shot you were trying to take? What you wanted some extra time all stuck to her perfect model back?” Ashleys voice was getting louder and louder as she spoke. You could see her working herself up over this and you weren't sure how to help. You honestly were literally there for a second because you both realised the male model who was meant to be facing Lily wasn't ready yet. You were behind Lily so you could get the camera at a good angle between them and facing the sky for the shot of them from waist height.

You couldn't explain that right now because you knew your girl and she was not in a place to listen. She had started muttering about how you would like it if she got all up close and personal with Trin in training. When she headed for the lounge you made to follow only to have a pillow thrown at your face.

You blink a couple of times to process what just happened, you couldn’t think of a time at which Ashley had even threatened seriously to throw anything at you, so you were slightly in shock. When you managed to ground yourself you looked up to see the smaller blonde stood in shock by the coach that had a throw cushion missing from its usual set up.

Taking another few deep breaths you opened your mouth so speak, as you do you see Ashley shrink a little ready for what she thought was going to be an angry response from you. “|I think it would be best if I go into the bedroom for a little while and give you some space and time. I’m sorry you had to see the photo without notice from me but when you are ready ill explain what happened.” Without another word you headed for your shared room to shower and change while your tiny firecracker calmed down.

Ashley was stunned to say the least, she was expecting you to blow up on her for not only getting stupidly jealous but for throwing something at you. She didn’t mean too she was just feeling really overwhelmed by her thoughts and she just needed for you to not be in the room she was. Taking a moment to listen to your retreating form she stayed standing until she heard the shower switch on. She knew you, she knew you loved her more than a lot of things so she knew that whatever the reason behind the picture would be an innocent and honest one. She would explain to you as well that she had been seeing comments about how she had managed to get the hot photographer and that you could do so much better than a world cup bench player so when the photo came out after that it had just been the final nail in the coffin.

When the shower turned off Ashley got up to go to you but when she headed in that direction she saw the cushion and bent down to pick it up. With that an idea came to her mind, you were giving her time to cool off and she knew how to get you to come back. She ran back to the couch, threw the cushion in its place and grabbed her phone connecting it to the surround sound system you had insisted they have set up in the small apartment. She scrolled through the playlist you had made together until she found it, your song.

"I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night,

I threw my phone across the room at you,

I was expecting some dramatic turn away,

But you stayed"

You had just pulled your joggers on when you heard the first line of one of your favourite songs, it held a massive place in your heart being you and Ashley’s song. It didn’t even take you the first line to realise this was Ashley saying she was calm and ready to talk.

Deciding to have a bit of fun you rummaged in your wardrobe for your old softball helmet which you had always kept. Pulling it on you walked out the room and towards the living space where the music was coming from. As you rounded the corner you made eye contact with the love of your life and got to see the moment she realised what you had on your head.

“I’m ready to talk.” The belly laugh you got in reply was exactly what you were aiming for. It would always be one of your greatest achievements making the woman laugh.

Before you could go to take the helmet off you were being charged at. You put a foot back to brace yourself as Ashley flung herself into your arms, which of course wrapped right around her, one around her waist and the other under her left thigh to hold her to you. She had pressed her head into your neck and was pressing a few delicate kisses there as she whispered her sorry. You squeezed her waist and replied that it was okay.

Ashley was set back on her feet but before she could pull away you started to sway with your arms around her neck. You favourite Taylor Swift songs playing on in the background as the two of you got lost in the moment.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #ashley sanchez x reader #uswnt x reader

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Being Ghost's younger sibling (platonic)

Depending on the day I let Roach live in cannon or die since he isn’t in the 2022 game

Warning: there is mention of abuse because of simon’s backstory

Simon had a complicated relationship with his family, his blood family to be exact

He hated his father for being an abusive piece of shit, a monster instead of a man

His poor mother who took the brunt force of the abuse to try and lighten the blows for him and his brother

His brother who he had a complicated relationship with until it was mended with time

Once upon a time when Simon was younger, he had wished that they’d drop dead. Not just his father but the rest of them

It was a moment of weakness, one he had regretted even thinking of. For his father no, but for his mom and brother yes

He supposed that a fucked up wishing star granted it anyways

That day feels so vivid to him like a blur, just seeing flashes of something in his mind

What he remembers most is the red

Red that stained the corpses of his mom, Tommy, Beth and little Jospeh

When he remembers it it’s like seeing a black and white photo with only the red being in colour

That ugly colour staining them as he felt himself break

His family home, a place once filled with violence is once again stained with it

After that it’s blank, utterly blank as he assumed police and military showed up

What he remembers next is holding you while crying

A small baby swaddled in a cloth with your name etched into it

He had vaguely tempered his mom mentioning a surprise for him to see when he had the moment

You were it, the surprise his mother had been so excited to tell him of

Apparently his dad had shown up a few months back, and shoved you into her arms

His mother, being the kind woman she was took you in despite you not being her child

Tommy and Beth had been helping her raise you, Jospeh had even been excited to be a big brother (not understanding you’d be an aunt/uncle)

You were being kept a secret, they had been waiting for him to come home and meet you

It’s what had saved you that day, along with the fact his mom had put you to sleep for a small nap

It’s there in his shaking and sobbing arms that Simon meets you, his little half-sibling

Despite the fact he wants to be angry at your existence, at how your the bastard child of his dad he can’t

Your just an innocent child, you couldn’t choose your parents just like he couldn’t

And now your left with no one but him

And he’s left with only you as his remaining family

He takes you in

A broken man with no experience in this type of stuff, doing what he thinks is right cause he knows the childcare system is shit

For the first couple months and early years of your life Simon goes through a lot of trial and error

He feels afraid to ask others for help due to his paranoia of history repeating itself again

But eventually Simon is able to figure out what to do

He goes about raising you with care, something he’d only gotten from his mom. All the while fearing that he one day would become his father

He knows he never would, but it’s still a thought that plagues his mind as he puts you to bed

His once barren home is now filled with colour, a safe house with the bare necessities now decorated with memories like the sharpie ink on the doorway to show how much you’ve grown

He was never one for sappy shit but for stuff like that he goes soft, almost feeling as if parts of himself are being mended through you

Not healed per say, he doesn’t believe that anything could ever really help him process his trauma…but seeing you have a happy childhood helps him

During these first few years when he has to leave for missions he trusts you with his now retired friend Roach

Gary quickly becomes “uncle” Gary/Roach as he looks after you when he’s on duty

Ghost gets small texts from a burner phone every couple of days with a single word that has hidden meaning

A simple “good” would probably be fine but at this point Ghost is still extremely paranoid

When he gets back Gary tells him to lighten up a bit and he reluctantly does so

Ghost always feels relived after so much fighting and returning home to see you happy and running up to him (barely missing tripping over your own feet)

What surprises him though is when you call him dad after one of his returns

Even Roach doesn’t really expect it

Simon feels himself crumble at that, tears pooling in his eyes as he kneels down to hug you

He kinda just silently cries, his tears soaking up into his mask and smudging the inky black makeup around his eyes

He never forgets that moment, it’s just forever ingrained in his mind especially since he realized that you said that to him while he wore his mask

Your young child mind wasn’t afraid of him in his infamous skull mask like he had been when his brother used to terrorize him

No, you still recognized him as Simon, the man whom you thought to be your father

And that sticks with him

When you get to the age when you begin to develop interests and a more prominent personality he finds himself content

Your at an age where he can do more than just play and watch cartoons beside you

Simon 100% funds and encourages your interests whether that be drawing, sports or anything else that you find fun

Even if it’s not his thing he joins in with you or overlooks the activity, giving you encouragement and praise

He’d particularly be really engaged if you liked something more on the creative side

Since he can then hang it up on his walls in frames and it’s safe

He’d also feel really conceited since he has a small hobby of carving small wooden figurines

Which in this scenario he’d definitely show you how to make them

When you make your first one he’d definitely carry it with him on duty

A subtle reminder of you waiting home for him and that no matter the situation he has to get home

It’s also at this point in your life that he takes you places

If you mention you want to go to Disney, we’ll guess what he’s bought tickets and you guys are now taking an entire month off in California (not Florida though, he doesn’t trust that place)

He wants to make as many meaningful experiences he can for you due to the fact he’s gone so long

School is handled via online learning and private tutors due to the fact he lives far out in the country in a heavily secluded area where the rides to school would take at least a 2 hour bus drive and then some

He could move but he prefers the house to be a place that is hard to find

Due to this you don’t have many friends except for the careful few that Simon let’s know if your existence

Like Price, Laswell and of course uncle Roach

He trusts them enough to leave you with them during employment

But he especially leaves you with Kate and her wife since he thinks you need some women figures in your life

Not knowing that just having him is enough to you

He gets a small tattoo of something that he associates with you. Something like a nickname he gave you like bumblebee or blueberry

Yes his nickname’s are kinda random but their meaningful to him and have stories attached

He’d especially like if you have a nickname for him as well something like “boo” or “ghosty” since they associate with his call sign

When you transition into teenage hood that he gets assigned to 141

He realizes at this point that maybe he’s done a good job raising you until his self doubt begins to eat at him again

It happens to him in cycles as you grew up but now it hits harder when knowing you wouldn’t have a normal teenage experience because of him

You wouldn’t have a prom or parties due to his decision to live in the middle of butt fuck nowhere in the British countryside

But at the same time you’d be screwed if he sent you to school due to the fact you’d only done it online and have private teachers help you

And his mind begins a spiral which he doesn’t get your opinion on

It’s also at that point that Simon feels it’s time for you to know the truth

From this point he’d taught you about his mom, Tommy, Beth and Jospeh

But never the fact that he was your brother and not your dad

He expects you to be mad, and scream at him

A small part of him wants that to happen because he believes he deserves it

But that doesn’t happen since for a long while you knew, for months you knew

And maybe even before then

He asks why you never brought it up, why you still referred to him as dad despite knowing he wasn’t

And what you say makes him cry like the day when you initially called him dad

“Si, you may be my big brother but you’ve raised me as your own. There’s never been anyone else who’s been a father to me except you, and you’ve done a good job at it”

And like that day he found you he crumbles

And you let him cry as he hugs you, scared that if he let go for even a moment you’d disappear like sand through his fingers

Simon though he has his flaws and seems like a blank slate is someone who is made of compassion

He loves despite the fact he is afraid to be hurt once more

And when he loves someone he covets them more than his own life

Most do not know this but your the prime example of this

Because if it came down to it Simon would do anything to save you

Simon is a good brother and a great father despite what his own mind says to him

#platonic #modern warfare x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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carlplsrailme · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: as Carl writes down in his journal, he notices you -the woman he is obsessively in love with- stripping in front of your open window

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: dub!con, non!con, yandere!carl, pervert!carl, filming/taking photos without perm, pantie sniffing, pantie licking, cum eating, cumming untouched, jerking off, masturbating, dildos, nipple play, voyeurism kink (reader + carl), basically masochist reader.

word count: 1k

request: Hi! As for the stalker request, I would like it to be in twd au :3 It’s just hard for me to see Carl not in that ALSO girl don’t worry about writing this anytime soon! You have so many request you are fulfilling, rest okay? Make sure to drink water! <3

she did It again

she ran off with Daryl into the woods when we were on a run again. whispering to the group of some excuse and running off with him.

I tried to follow but with my Dad's hand locked on my shoulder, asking me to look for some products I don't even care about, I couldn't do anything but watch her body fade into the woods.

he clicked his pen and closed his journal, brow digging into his eyelid and he couldn't think of any reason you'd run off with him.

well, except one.

You and Daryl, were having sex.

It wouldn't make any sense to anybody else but him. Daryl was older and quite honestly hasn't felt attracted to anyone in years, Plus, If the law was still around it would've swooped Daryl up in a cell already.

But in Carl's broken mind, it's the only logical answer.

"fuck" he muttered, throwing his head back on his chair as his feet lift it back, far enough to look out the window to see, you.

thank goodness your house was right across from his, he'd probably go crazy if it wasn't. seeing who comes in and out -seeing who comes in and out of your room is probably the most important-

and there you were, so blind to the fact that a boy, crazy in love with you was watching as you stripped your top off, sweat clinging to your body as you take the sticky material off

Carl scrambled to find his camera, grabbing it while his eyes were on you was difficult, but worth it.

you always change in your bathroom, always. What's changed? have you gotten so comfortable in Alexandria that you thought walking a couple of feet wouldn't make a difference?

well, it did. for him mostly.

his finger slide against the top of the silver machine, zooming in on your almost naked body. pressing the button that made flash fall everywhere, again, thank goodness your back was to him.

now you're taking your shorts off ever so slowly, almost like you were teasing him, pretty panties being relived as your hand snuck around your back to have your bra fall.

Carl's fingers spammed the poor camera's trigger as he took as many photos of you as he could, his dick throbbed for attention that was all on you, pants feeling so fucking tight he just couldn't wait for you to-

turn around

you turned around

now, funny enough, Carl wouldn't call himself a pervert. If it was on paper he'd check every box, but, in his -once again- broken mind, you wanted him just as much, you were teasing him, wanting him to take these porn-worthy photos of you, begging him to ruin his poor cock with orgasm after orgasm as his wrist pleading for a break as he thought of you.

you wanted this, just as much as him.

so when you spun around, pretty perfect tits jiggling in the air as your pretty blush pink panties hugged your pussy, don't blame him when he felt himself cum down his pants.

he spammed the photos taken so many as the flash flickered over and over again he got worried you might notice but you were too busy fiddling with something on your nightstand

and then you picked up a...dildo. where did you get such a thing? he doesn't even want to know, but, there you were, with a purple dildo and lube being pressed on it, even tho cum was starting to dry in his boxers, he felt himself getting unbearably hard again.

he moved the camera settings to record, placing it on the window seal as he watched you walk back over to your bed that he is so fucking thankful for is right in front of your window

the zip of his own pants was coming into his ringing ears as he took his poor throbby cock out, already jerking it back and forth as he watched you lay yourself out on your bed, spreading your pretty thighs and hooking a finger on your panties, pulling them down with the shiny essence of your wetness slobbered all over

"fuck, y/n" he groaned, picking his camera up to zoom on the pretty wet flower that is your pussy. his hand sped up at seeing your hand travel down to your cunt, he wabbled over to his drawer to pick up the pair of panties he stole from you that morning, the green print with an adorable white bow on top of them, he opened them up to see, white. white dried cum all over them.

he froze. looking back up to you where your fingers slowly rubbed your own clit, not aware that someone was watching you and recording you with your legs spread wide. he brought the panties to his nose as he sniffed the place your pussy sat all day, sniffed the place your pussy came in, he can hear your moans echoing in his head of your whining, cumming down your panties, fuck, he needed you so so badly

he kept the underwear up to his nose, smelling your pretty pussy as he watches you grab for the dildo, he sped up his wrist as he watched you slowly press it inside of your drooling cunny.

he placed the panties in his mouth, muting his groans as he was scared you'll somehow hear, he threw them in his mouth where his tongue -accidentally- lapped all over your cum, he didn't know what he was doing, he'll scold himself later because right now, you're fucking yourself with his huge ass dildo and he feels like he's about to explode

the camera focused on your pussy as your back arched, you were close, and the dildo slammed in and out of you as the purple got swirled with the white of your wetness

"fuck 'm gonna cum" Carl slurred with the fabric in his mouth, poor cock all red, standing tall as this is all he could've ever dreamed of...well, fucking you is first, always first.

he watched as your pulled and played with your pretty nipples, hips bucking up and up as you tried to hump your own hand, he watch as you bit into your pillow, crying out something as he watch your pussy convulse, creaming down the dildo as you whined, Carl was no better as he shot his cum all over the wall and himself, left in the most pleasurable sticky fucking mess

he watched you pant, taking the dildo out of you as the purple seems to be gone now with the sheer coat of white your pussy painted on it, stretching over to your nightstand as you placed it in a drawer, turn off your lamp as you pulled your panties back on your messy little pussy, just to roll back over and sleep like you don't have cum dripping down your leg, leaving carl in his own mess of a room, and his own mess of a head.

an: ahhhh i wrote this as that anon put me in a brainrot of my own 😭 hehe, oh, btw, sorry this is kinda porn with little to no plot, I wanted to do more of a stalker story but it just turned into porn. alsooo sorry that this is just pervert carl and not stalker carl. and alsoooooo sorry that this may be nasty for some people + there's no real carl x reader p 'n v smut, If you guys want me to write a part 2 of stalker!carl that has more of a story, ill do that! (it'll just take more time lol) anywaaaayy I hope you guys still enjoyed this! ilysm! byeee byeee! 💞

ps. no, daryl and y/n were not having sex. he was just teaching her how to track.

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theauthorunicorn · 6 months

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Imagine | Nanami Kento

a painful rundown of your life with Nanami

notes: jjk shibuya arc is so painful to watch. I have read this arc but damn, it being animated hurts so much. anyway enjoy this heartbreak. reblogs, comment and likes are appreciated!

based on ariana grande's imagine.

Nanami Kento x Reader

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Nobody knew how you knew each other. Kento always gives off this stoic vibe while you're the life of the party. All of your friends, especially Satoru, tease how both of you are like polar opposites but still attract each other. Maybe he was the one made for you after all, and Nanami Kento is your other half.

You spend most of your time together, either cooking or lounging in his kitchen, telling him stories that he has probably heard before. You and your theatric movements are trying to describe what happened, and he is just humming and listening to everything.

"And that's it, Ken; that's what happened to the book that I was just reading, but," you pouted, "I really wish you could read it so that we can talk about it."

"I don't need to read it now; you've told me the whole plot anyway."

You sighed, "Oh, I saw a good book at the bookstore earlier; we could buy two of it so you can read it together with me."

He hums in agreement.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Kento was everything for you. When both of you first kissed, you knew that he was perfect for you. He doesn't need to tell you that it was perfect for him as well, because the way he kissed back was the answer you're looking for. You always loved how you two were in sync; he's either in the bathtub bathing his worries away or you, with no make-up, casually applying some skin care. It's like a routine.

"I love how my face fits so well in your neck, darling," he mumbled as he hugged you after he took his bath. "Hmm, me too, Ken; I love it."

Many nights were spent sleeping on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Nobody knows this side of Nanami Kento, only you. He puts his guard down and acts like a regular man with no worries about tomorrow.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

"Hey Kento," you say, walking backwards to face him through the halls of Jujutsu High, "can you tell me all your secrets?"

His eyebrows knitted with your question, "What secrets, love?"

"I don't know," you shrugged, "that's why I'm asking."

He held your hands somehow, asking without a word to walk with him, "Sure. If you tell me yours as well."

You laughed as you gripped his hand tighter. "And all of the creep shit too, okay?"

"What creep shit?"

"The creep shits! So, I know it's true, Ken."

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

Kento will always treasure his moments with you; with one click of his phone camera, a moment with you is forever captured. He planned to print all the photos and make an album out of them. He thought about letting your future lineage know what kind of woman you are today. Young, vibrant, beautiful, and perfect. He wants to keep you forever until the end.

"Eh?! Why do you have these nasty pictures and videos of me?" Pouting as you scroll in his phone gallery, "I'm deleting this."

He snatched his phone. "No, you can't."

"What are you that obsessed with me?"

"Probably."

"Are you making a movie about me?"

"Maybe."

"Then, just make sure that you will name me in the credits as the lead actress." You smiled.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆

You reminisce about all of the days you spent with Kento. Every day of your life with him is played in your head like the lyrics of your favorite song.

You waved him goodbye, a kiss was planted on his lips, and a mumbled I love you was exchanged on the street of Shibuya on October 31, 2018.

"Be careful, Y/N. I'll see you later. I love you always and forever." He smiled.

"You too, my love." You answered, "I'll see you later." You didn't finish your sentence as a gore, painful premonition flashed in your eyes. If you were to ask someone to describe your cursed technique, you'd never be proud of it. You can see flashes of the future—an oracle of a definite future with no power to reverse it.

"I'll see you later or in another lifetime, Kento. I will scour the whole world to be with you," you promised him.

Again.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hello! Can you write about reader getting upset at paparazzi please? Similar to the one with Bill, I hope I’m asking correctly 😭

(hello! I tried not to make this as similar to Toms but it kinda got sucky but eh, here ya go anyway! Enjoy!)

Bill x Reader Getting Angry at Paparazzi

I feel like he would be more surprised

But also quite proud

You did what he always wanted to do but couldnt

He would find it funny but he knew your agent would be on your ass later

The first time was when you guys were younger

Someone grabbed him and shoved a mic and camera in his face

Security was fucking useless so you took it in your own hands

You punched the woman out of instinct as she yelled at you and held her nose

Bill only quite remembers looking at her on the ground before you grabbed his hand and shoved out the crowd

You ran to a store and hid in there for a while when everyone was searching for you guys

Bill was checking out your knuckles as they started to bruise a little bit

Honestly after the shock wore off he found it all quite funny

Paparazzi could get downright scary at times

Flashing lights and yelling voices as people just circled you both anywhere

So he was happy you got each other out of there

And if you yell at paparazzi he is probably trying to get you away from it all

You guys just want privacy and they won't understand

Especially after you guys get together

It got worse actually

Always asking for photos and following you both on dates

You ending up in tabloids and magazines was a normal occurrence before

You and Bill worked on it and he kept you quite calm during these moments

But it just got downright annoying

Bill at times would just let you go lose on paparazzi

Then drag you out of there once you started throwing shit at cameras

Or covering the lenses and hitting mics away from you guys

He didn't want an altercation

Sometimes security got you guys away but there were times you guys were less fortunate

But at least Bill has you to get out of there with

Sometimes you both successfully sneak off and hide away for a while before having to go back

He likes those moments the best away from everyone, all it takes is you yelling at a couple mother fuckers with cameras

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CHAPTER TWELVE - TOJI

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Something fucking hits my chest hard when I watch Y/N from afar, waiting for me by the sit-down restaurant where we agreed to meet.

She’s just casually sitting there, scrolling through her phone with a soft smile on her face, and I could bet money that she’s watching animal videos. Something I learned about her. Fucking obsessed that woman is.

I’ve never had social media before meeting Y/N, but I solely made an account so she could send me those videos of owners washing their dogs or naked cats fighting each other.

But what I’m feeling right now is burning the living shit out of my body… in a good way.

We’d video chat a couple of times throughout the week, and if our schedules align, meet up on the weekends. I know what Y/N looks like. Her face is engraved in my head. But right now while I’m looking at her, I can get over how fucking pretty she is.

The fresh loose braids that fall to the tip of her ass. The natural glow she has when she sits under the sun, bringing out the brown of her complexion. The fucking floral-printed dress she’s wearing that she sent me a photo of this morning that had me ripping the skin off my cock, holding tight around her waist and flowing down a little past her knees.

Everything.

Everything about Y/N is fucking perfect.

Perfection is a myth. A bullshit concept, but for her it’s not.

Can’t think of a single flaw when it comes to that woman.

She’s too good.

For me.

That’s what my mind will always tell me, and I’ll believe that shit, too.

When she finds out the real me, she’ll leave. Probably forget we ever happened. Still, the time she’s giving me now, I’ll take it.

Like on cue, feeling someone staring at her like a damn creep, she looks up at me and holds contact. That huge fucking smile that spreads across her pretty lips has me thinking when was the last time someone was that excited to see me?

Fushiguro, what the fuck? Why would you care?

I don’t. At least, that’s what I’m trying to convince myself.

It’s just a nice feeling to have, alright?

I start walking toward Y/N and she closes the distance by throwing herself at me. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I fold one of my own around Y/N’s waist to squeeze her tight against my body.

So damn sweet she smells. Always like vanilla and warm berries. And soft, comforting, even. It feels almost too domestic to kiss her neck repeatedly, but I do it anyways because it’s fucking addicting.

“Hi, big guy.”

“You okay?” She nods, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You look beautiful, sweets.”

She pulls apart from my embrace, but keeps her arms around my neck and looks at me, bashful as shit. “Thank you.”

I pull Y/N back to me and kiss her. It’s like she was waiting for that because the minute my lips are on hers, she relaxes.

The taste of her mango flavored gloss lingers on me.

No tongue. No lip biting. Just a kiss that felt warmer than our other ones.

She grabs my face to peck my lips back to back until she feels content, and honestly, I didn’t want her to stop.

Not when she tastes that fucking good.

PDA isn’t my thing. I actually hate it. Y/N just makes it hard for me.

Managing to keep my hands to myself when I see her is like expecting pigs to fly, knowing that shit wouldn’t happen.

“I know you feel my dick pressing against you,” I rasped. Because the more she keeps kissing me like that, the more tempted I am to fuck her.

“Maybe I enjoy taunting you? Never crossed your mind that I’m a sadist?” She asks, teasingly.

“You? A high school teacher?”

“Being a high school teacher is my seven to three activities, Mr. Fushiguro. After hours is a different story.” The sexy smile and wink she flashes me has my cock throbbing even harder than before. A fucking minx Y/N is.

The day I do fuck her, I’ll make her regret teasing me like this, but a slap on her ass to help that cute yelp will do.

After we sat down, the server came over with water and took our orders. Our conversation was comfortable while waiting for our meals. I split my attention between listening to Y/N and being lost in my thoughts.

Hanging out with her feels good. Always does, but it feels so fucking foreign yet familiar.

I don’t do this.

I don’t invite women out to lunch or other dates. Don’t sit on the phone with them for hours or video chat in silence just to feel their presence while they’re grading high school papers.

I don’t have the urge to kiss them every damn second of the day. And I definitely don’t stare at them with a goofy smile on my face, either.

But I do with Y/N. Everything about her, us being around each other, feels too fucking intimate.

Like how she giggles while swiping the crumbs off the corner of my mouth or me calling her adorable whenever she shies away from my compliments.

Her playing with my hair while talking to me. It’s too fast. We’re too fast.

Maybe I should step back a little. Can’t grow attached because I know all this is temporary.

Everything good is.

You unlovable child.

Yeah, I know. The Zen’in made sure to remind me every fucking day.

“Toji?” Y/N calls for me, sounding like it was her third time trying to get my attention. “You okay, big guy? You zoned out on me for a second.”

I shake from my musings and clear my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Then you should’ve stayed home and got some rest.” Her voice is soft when speaking to me. She doesn’t seem bothered from my horrible excuse to why I’m tired (I’m not).

Just pure concern.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Wanted to see you, plus I think the kid would appreciate having me out the house.”

“How is everything going with Megumi? Still rocky?”

I chuckle. “Like walking on fucking eggshells.”

Y/N rests her chin on her hand and gives a reassuring smile, still playing with my hair. “He’ll come through, Toji.”

“Why are you so positive about it? Me and Megumi’s relationship?”

“Hm, because he’s a good kid and I know you’re trying to be active in his life,” she answers. “Yeah, he got suspended from school because he was fighting. And honestly, I shouldn’t be saying this as a teacher, but the reason for the fight was… valid? Or should I say understandable?”

I raise my brows with a teasing smirk. “Miss L /N? Advocating for teens fighting?”

“No, silly.” She returns the banter, rolling her eyes at me. “I’m just saying I see your protective nature passed down to him.”

I quip a brow, confused. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, one of his classmates was being picked on by the seniors and Megumi defended him. Well, I suppose calling them friends wouldn’t be far-fetched.” The shocked look on my face has Y/N just as confused. “What?”

“He left out the part where he defended his friend.”

“Really? What did he tell you?”

I throw my head back and laugh, running my hand through my hair. “That they were making fun of his English. You know he’s trying his damn hardest to convince me he doesn’t have friends?”

Oh, I’m definitely going to hound the kid now with this new piece of information. To make it even better, Y/N tells he has three friends he sticks with throughout school.

Why does this shock me? Because my fifteen-year-old boy is finally making friends. A little sign to show that he won’t be a fuck up like me.

Didn’t have any myself when I was in school. Those Zen’in fucks were proud to make me their punching bag. It even spread around the school I went to, so no one wanted to be around me.

Like I gave a fuck. I eventually dropped out anyway.

But Megumi? It’s my job as his parent to make sure he doesn’t experience the same shit I went through. He wasn’t always an introverted or shy kid.

When it was me, him, and his mother, he was always animated. Gave me a hard time, but always made sure to show affection to his old man.

Papa, carry me on your back!

Love you, too, Papa.

Papa… Ha, can’t remember the last time I heard him call me that.

Nostalgia weighs heavily on me.

Guess I should be grateful he still calls me Dad, at least.

The weight of Y/N’s stare reminds me I’m not alone. Big brown, glossy doe eyes casting the softest while looking at me. She must’ve noticed the strained expression on my face.

My response would be I don’t need pity, but that’s not the face she’s giving me.

I grabbed her chin and leaned forward to kiss her lips, groaning upon contact because she’s has the softest and sweetest mouth I ever fucking tasted.

A pleasurable sigh escapes her nose while our mouths become acquainted with each other, but I pull back before it deepens.

An old fucking pervert like me getting hard at a deli restaurant ‘cuz he’s kissing an outrageously hot woman? Yeah, calm down, big guy.

“I’m fine, sweets,” I reassure, answering her unspoken question before we kissed. “Just nice knowing he’s making friends.”

“I know.” Y/N rubs the right side of my mouth where my scar sits, something she does a lot to comfort me. But never once has she asked me how it got there.

Maybe she’s just waiting for me to open up.

Maybe one day I will.

Her phone timer goes off and she groans. “That hour went by way too fast.”

“Too late to call in sick?” I teased.

“Yeah, I think I’m about five hours too late.”

We enjoy some more conversation while we wait for the server to come back with the bill.

But the second I was about to say some perverted joke to Y/N, some fucker interrupts us.

“Y/N?”

She looks up to see who’s calling her and the smile that was on her face drops like she drank sour milk.

“Ken? I mean, Principal Nanami. What are you doing here?”

Principal Nanami? You mean the jackass who submitted her name to that summit crap? Her fucking ex? My posture immediately becomes rigid and I let out a deep breath.

I don’t know this fucker from a can of paint, but I know enough from Y/N what told me, and let’s just say I’m not a fan.

She never badmouthed him. Y/N isn’t that type of woman. She loves hard because even with the heartbreak he caused her, she still finds a way to stay positive.

Not me, though. Last thing I want to hear from her is how some motherfucker broke her heart because he didn’t give her the time that she deserved.

And if you think I’m supposed to give a damn that he’s the principal at my kid’s school, I don’t.

My fist is itching to connect to his face, especially when I see the motherfucker checking her out with the eyes only another perverted ass man like me would know.

Y/N notices the change in my demeanor, so she begins talking to relieve the tension and silence in the air the moment her ex felt comfortable coming up to us.

Us…

“Uhm, are you grabbing lunch?” She asks, nervously.

Not nervous like she’s been caught doing something she isn’t supposed to do. But nervous because she knows her ex is on my shit list.

One thing I can say about him is that he has balls. He feels my glare piercing his skull, but instead of avoiding it, we have a stare down.

“Yes,” he answers, still looking at me. “Appears that you’re leaving? You were on your free hour?”

“Yeah. About to head back now.” She stands up and runs her hands down her dress to smooth out any wrinkles. And it only gave her ex a better look at her appearance.

That’s when the stare down ended.

“You look lovely. I’ve always admired that color on you,” he admits, like I’m not fucking here.

This motherfucker is really testing my patience.

Before she responded, I stood up and interrupted. “Everything’s okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He asks.

I shrug, fisting my hands in my pockets. “Don’t know much about manners, but it makes sense to speak to everyone in a setting you entered.”

Like I give a fuck about manners. But he has another fucking thing come if he thinks he’ll talk to Y/N without addressing me.

“Oh,” he chuckles. “My apologies. Nanami Kento.” And offers a handshake, which I ignored.

“Fushiguro.”

“Hm.” His attention returns to Y/N. “Y/N, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the teacher’s summit. If you could stop by my office after you’re done with your classes for the day.”

“Alright,” she deadpans.

“Well, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. Enjoy the rest of your hour.” Is all he says before walking inside of the restaurant.

Annoyance still rolls off my skin even after the fucker, but Y/N laces her fingers with mine, and surprisingly enough, I calm down.

“That was awkward, wasn’t it?” I know her question was rhetorical. A way to lighten the mood, however, I answered it anyway.

“No. I wanted to punch him.”

She lets out a short giggle and shifts her weight onto one leg. “You can’t punch my boss, Toji.”

“Boss? No. Ex? Yes.”

“Whatever. Come on before I’m late.” Y/N began pulling me toward the street before the waiter came back, so I left enough cash to cover for food and tip.

We walk in a comfortable silence to her car, and it’s something I appreciate.

I’ll never get tired of listening to Y/N’s voice. It’s calming. But just having her next to me is enough. Hand holding and all.

Didn’t take us long to get to her car and it made me fucking wish she parked farther.

“Thank you for lunch. That spot is good,” she says, breaking the silence. Y/N takes out her keys to unlock her door and I open it for her. Before she gets in, she turns to look at me. “Sorry… You know… about earlier.”

“Why are you saying sorry?”

“I don’t know. He was-”

“Any fucker would act like that if they saw their ex that they clearly miss out with another guy,” I interrupted. “Me? Probably would’ve sat down and crashed your date.”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Remind me to never break up with you.” And immediately she realizes what slipped past her mouth, trying to clean it up. “Uh, I don’t mean break up. I mean, uhm… whatever is going on between us… you and me.”

Us.

You and me.

“Yeah, whatever is going on between us,” I mock softly with a small smile on my face. “Text me when you made it safe.”

For a quick second, something changed. Y/N looks down and tucks a braid behind her ear, fumbling with her keys. Maybe she’s overthinking the breaking up comment.

Yeah, it threw me off, but I can’t blame her for thinking we’re together seeing how fast we’re moving.

Sometimes I forget my damn self.

She needs reassurance, and of course my words are stuck in my fucking head. So I do the next thing I think would help.

I tipped her chin upwards and kissed her. Usually I kiss Y/N hard. Libido driven. Aggressively with the intent to make her know how badly I want to fuck her. But right now, I kiss her softly. With tenderness and longing.

Kissing Y/N will always give me that burn I crave whenever I need to clear my mind.

I sound sappy as shit, I know.

Only for her.

“Text me when you made it safe. Alright?” I repeated.

“Alright,” she answers softly with a tiny smile.

I give her a quick kiss on the temple and tap her ass. She shoots me a playful glare that makes me chuckle.

Been doing a lot of that ever since I met Y/N.

The only fear in my soul is to lose Megumi because he’s all I have left. But these feelings that’s been brewing in my gut about Y/N these past six weeks are scaring the living shit out of me.

I was convinced I couldn’t feel this way anymore, that all my ounce of decency and love I had was buried with my wife. Yet here I am, liking another woman. Probably fucking more than that.

And I can’t keep saying I don’t know Y/N.

Because I do know her.

Just don’t know from where.

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And Just Like That

summary: five times Jamie Tartt heard of Sasha Adair and the one time he met her

a/n: so i did give reader a name and the reason for this is because i am thinking of turning this into a whole ass series with the characters that are new and mentioned. the series will more or less be revolved around this one-shot. so please comment and give all the feedback/ideas and let me know if turning this into a series is a good idea. and fyi there is no description of sasha so imagine her however you want. thank you and enjoy reading!

warning(s): mature language and implied sexual themes and a +2.6k word count

Jamie Tartt was seven the first time the name Sasha Adair graced his ears. He had just arrived at football training with the older kids, even though he was one of the younger lads on the team he was their star player. As they warmed up, he couldn’t help but overhear the coaches talking amongst themselves.

“I can’t believe Alec Adair is retiring, God never thought I’d see the day,” one coach replied to the other.

“I know, he’s pushing 40 too. It's about time he retired. I mean he's got a kid, Sasha I think the kid's name is. Apparently, that's why he's retiring in the first place. Wants the domestic life, news flash mate, it's not all it's cracked up to be,” the other coach said in disdain.

“Hey, it just means fewer wins for Richmond and hopefully more for Man City,” and at that, the two men started to crack up.

Later that day when Jamie went home, he snuck onto his mother's computer and looked up Alec Adair. Article upon article popped up, photos ranging from the start of Alec's career to the present day flooded said articles. One picture caught his attention more so than the others, Alec standing in the goalie's net with a little girl (Jamie guessed it was Alec's kid Sasha). Alec decked out in his Richmond kit, while his little girl sat on his shoulders decked out in a smaller version of said kit. It seemed the picture caught their mid-laugh and Jamie couldn't help but wonder what that was like, having a laugh with his father. Before Jamie could scroll through any more photos, he heard his mother coming up the stairs.

Years passed and Jamie was eighteen the second time the name Sasha Adair was mentioned in his presence. Freshly turning the legal drinking age in England, he and a couple of his mates decided to hit the pubs. As Jamie threw back shot after shot, beer after beer, it took a toll on his bladder. Desperately needing to relieve himself, Jamie made his way to the back of the pub he currently occupied. He didn’t know if the liquor was getting to him or if he had heard it right, but the name Sasha Adair rang like a church bell in his ear. Stopping just short of the bathroom, he turned to his right. There just across the way from him was a rectangle lighting up with sound and color. Hypnotized by the rectangle, he moved closer to it. It seemed his eyes didn’t want to adjust but thankfully his ears worked just fine.

A woman's voice came out of the lite up box, “It seems Adair strikes again. It wasn’t too long ago that Alec Adair was making his debut as a Mighty Red. Seems only fitting now that Sasha Adair at just the age of sixteen is undergoing the same fate. What’d you say about that Marge?”

Another women’s voice sat in Jamie’s ears, “Alec Adair was an absolute menace out on the pitch. And if Sasha is anything like her father when it comes to football, we are in for a ride.”

A little dazed and confused, and still needing to pee, Jamie started to make his way to his desired destination. As he relived himself, he couldn’t help but replay what he had heard just moments before. He didn’t know what to think of it as he was either too drunk or too tired to care. Still, he scoffed slightly under his breath, nepotism was a real fucking bitch.

Four years later and Jamie was twenty-two and if you asked his teammates, he was the most enormous prick around. That didn’t stop Keeley Jones from dating him and it sure as hell didn’t stop her from having sex with him either. It happened to be that they were at Jamie's house together when he heard the name Sasha Adair for the third time in his life. They had just finished doing the deed, Jamie was in the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water and a small bite to eat while Keeley sat on the couch just having turned on the telly.

As what was years ago to Jamie a rectangle with lights and sound turned on, Keeley couldn’t help but let out a gasp, “My god”, she exclaimed. Jamie confused as to what Keeley was reacting to, turned around from the fridge to face the telly playing in the living room.

Up on the telly was the local news channel, Keeley having turned it up to get the full story.

“Breaking news just in, Earlier this afternoon Manchester United’s women's team player number 11, Sasha Adair was in a devastating collision. Let's go to Richard Tally, who is currently at the scene of the incident,” the screen changed to an older gentleman out in what looked like the countryside.

“Here out in the middle of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, at approximately one-forty-two this afternoon Sasha Adair crashed into this tree over to my right,” the camera spanned over to the news anchor's right side, and there it was. Said tree was broken, hanging on to its bottom half for dear life. And in front of that tree was broken glass, most of the scene having been cleared away. “According to Police Scotland, Adair was traveling at a speed of around 80 kilometers per hour. And my sources say that she wasn’t the only one in the automobile. We don’t know yet her condition, hopefully, she makes a speedy recovery soon. Back to you Beatrice.”

Jamie couldn’t believe it. Underneath that prick exterior, he felt bad for the poor lass. The crash looked quite severe and Jamie didn’t want to think about the pain she might be in. As a professional footballer himself, he knew an incident like that could be the end of one’s career.

Before he could think on it any further, Keeley interrupted, “That poor girl, I hope she's okay.” Jamie didn’t respond but deep down he wished she was too.

Jamie had just been returned back to Manchester City when he heard Sasha Adair's name come up. Sitting in the locker room, Jamie was tying up his studs, with his fellow teammates when Sasha Adair came up.

“Oi, Tartt. Heard that Richmond got a new coach for the women's team. Alec Adair, right?” O’Gara asked. But before Jamie could answer Hitzemann butted in.

“He shoulda been the one to coach the men, leave Lasso to the girls,” chuckles could be heard around the locker room.

And just like that the Adair train started. Jamie knew as soon as it kicked off with Alec that it was just going to end with Sasha and of course, he was right.

“Wasn’t it just a couple of years ago that you were dating Sasha Adair, Brimblecom?” Jamie didn’t know who had asked the question as he tried to keep his head down and he really wished he didn’t have to hear the response either.

All eyes flew to Brimblecom, and slowly a cocky smile made its way onto his face, “I sure was, all up until she went fucking mental after the accident.”

It seemed none of the men regarded what was just said as jealous whispers could be heard all around ranging from, “The photos of her don’t do her justice” to “What I would do to tap that” and much more crude remarks. Jamie didn’t participate in said conversation, he was utterly disgusted by the men he called his teammates. If someone talked about Keeley the way they were talking about Sasha he’d go absolutely ballistic. Jamie may be a prick to men, but when it came to women and children he knew never to disrespect them. He just hoped that Sasha was doing alright and relieved that twat Brimblecom wasn’t in her life anymore.

Returning to Richmond for the season after getting promoted back into the Premier League, Jamie did not expect to hear Sasha Adair's name. It had happened seconds after Jan Maas had gone on a tangent about statists and teams being promoted. What was really shocking was it was Sam who brought her up. Having just changed into his kit and going to his cubby, Sam picked up his phone only for a notification from a news outlet to pop up. Clinking on it, Sam thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

“Guys, guys you’ll never guess what I just read”, Sam said with a beaming smile on his face, eyes shining.

“Bruv, please don’t tell me it's another article predicting us to finish last this season”, sighed Isaac.

“No, it’s about Sasha Adair,” At that the whole room quieted down, seeing Alec Adair in the same building was enough to get them starstruck. But Sasha Adair was a whole other kind of emotion for these men. Sam continued, “She's coming out of retirement”.

Whispers now collected in the locker room, none of the men believed what they were hearing. While Jamie stood by himself, wondering what the fuck was going on. These men were acting like they were in secondary school, gossiping about a girl. He didn’t think it could get any worse until it did.

Sam wasn’t done talking, “Wait there's more,” Once again it was silent as Sam scrolled through the article. The men were on the edge of their seats, not thinking it could get better from here. At this point Sam was reading through the article at lightning speed, “It says here that she's going to be playing for A.F.C. Richmond”.

At that chaos followed. Will the kit man had to sit down in fear of fainting. Colin and Isaac were giggling like a bunch of school girls. Dani started speaking to himself in Spanish. Zoreaux at a loss for words hoping he doesn’t make a fool out of himself the way he did with Alec Adair. And Richard singing her high praises. The other players having their own mixed reactions. Jamie in particular.

Over the years he had heard her name from multiple sources, both the good and the bad. And now with her about to be in the same building as him, training on the same pitch as him, he was astonished. But he didn’t have time to think about it as he had to get ready to get on the pitch and still had yet to change into his kit.

It had been about a week since the news of Sasha Adair and her coming back out of retirement, playing for Richmond. And so far there has been no sighting of her at Nelson Road. The guys had been trying to see if they could catch a glimpse of her and to no avail they had no luck. All but one of them, all but Jamie Tartt.

He hadn’t been trying to scout her out, he wasn’t like his teammates in that department. He swears it had just been a chance encounter. It had been weight training day for the men's side of Richmond and Jamie was beyond annoyed. It first started off with him getting barely any sleep due to Roy and his 4 am training schedule. Next, it was the fact that it was weight training day and Bumbercatch almost dropped a dumbbell on Jamies star winning foot. But the icing on top of the already shit cake was Jamie's headband broke, snapped right as he bend down to grab his water bottle.

Releasing a sigh, he grabbed his water bottle and exited the weight training area, hoping and praying he had an extra headband in his cubical. Ravaging through his duffle bag, jacket, and all the places he could think where it might be, he came up empty-handed. There was nobody else on the team that wore headbands, most of the guys had short hair, minus Dani but still he tied his up. Usually, at a time like this, he would ask someone from the women's team of Richmond. It wouldn’t be a bad idea until he realized, he couldn’t just go out onto the middle of the pitch and interrupt their practice for a goddamn headband.

Just as he thought he would have to deal with his hair being in his eyes for the remainder of the day, a woman walked past the locker room. Thinking maybe she had a headband, he couldn’t help to all but sprint out into the hallway and stop that girl.

He called out a couple of times to her, “Excuse me, miss”. There was no response. “Miss! Miss!”. She didn’t even turn around it was almost as if she didn’t hear him or was downright ignoring him. Fed up with calling and not being acknowledged, he ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder to which she took out an earbud and finally turned around.

The moment she faced him, was the moment that Jamie Tartt forgot why he even bothered her in the first place. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than the one standing before him, from her hair to her lips to her eyes staring into his own. Fuck he could get lost in those eyes forever. And it seemed he almost did just that but thankful he was able to come back to reality in time to hear her voice.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her breath light and airy. One eyebrow was crooked, curious as to what this man could possibly want.

“Yea, um sorry to bother you. But I was just wondering if you had a headband I could borrow. You see mine broke and usually I have a spare, but dumb meh forgot it at home. And I’d ask one of the guys, though they all mostly have short hair and I just don’t like meh hair getting in meh eyes is all,” at this point Jamie was rambling, it had been a while since he talked to a girl that wasn’t either his mother or Keeley.

Before he could continue on, the woman in front of him seemed to pull something out of her A.F.C. Richmond jacket. Lo and behold, Jamie couldn’t believe his luck, there it was a headband the same color as Richmond’s home kit. “Here, seems like you need this more than I do,” she put the headband in Jamie's hand.

For a second Jamie had lost sense of reality again, with her skin touching his he didn’t know how to think. “Th-thank you, I appreciate it yea”, he started to fiddle around with the headband.

A small smirk overtook her face, “Don’t mention it and actually keep it, I won’t be needing it any time soon”. There was a moment of silence between them before she broke it, “Anyways, I have to get on the pitch or Coach is literally going to skin me alive. But hope the headband helps keep the hair out of your eyes. It was lovely chatting”.

With that, she turned around and was just about to start walking to the weight training room which had a door that lead out onto the pitch when Jamie realized he had no clue who she was. “Wait, I never got your name”, he said to her back.

She turned her head to look at him, ear bud just about to enter her ear again, only to put Jamie in an even bigger state of shock. “Sasha. Sasha Adair”. Just like that, she walked off, leaving Jamie flabbergasted and dumbstruck. He couldn’t believe he had just met the women he had grown up hearing about from coaches, pubs, the telly, his teammates.

And as he looked down at his hands, to the headband she had given him. He couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe today wasn’t so poopeh after all.

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devnmon · 2 years

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Just a Picture

Summary: Daryl takes a polaroid of you to keep

Established relationship fluff | Suggestive content | 18+

Word count: 1.2k

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Daryl wouldn't admit it, but he had a bad habit of staring. Mostly at you, only during the moments he was supposed to be doing something else more important.

It was especially inconvenient to him in moments like these, where you were doing something innocent, such as sleeping next to him. Daryl's eyes opened to see you were still fast asleep, your body draped under his forearm.

With a steady hand that did its best not to wake you, Daryl moved out from under the covers. His hand darted to the object next to him on the nightstand. Rising quickly, he turned around to stand above you and-

Click!

One sudden flash had shaken you from sleep, and your rest-worn eyes opened to Daryl, who was standing at the side of the bed, holding a... camera?

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Daryl’s low drawl hits your ears as you sit up, pulling the covers over your chest.

"Hi, handsome. Whatcha got there?" gesturing to the object in his hand.

"Camera. Borrowed it from Glenn."

The film compartment then spit out the picture he apparently had just snapped of you. Daryl watched intently as the photo in his hand developed, to reveal your sleeping figure.

"Let me see that.." You sat up, reaching for the photo. Daryl pulled away, not allowing you to.

He picked up on the fact that you'd just plainly assumed you would look bad in the first picture he took.

As if you would look anything except perfect to him?

"No way. Yer just gonna tell me to throw it out, an' I aint. 'Sides, it's mine."

Daryl placed the camera down on the bedside table. His eyes then fell on the markings that littered your collarbones and neck from hours before.

You were laid down in his bed, after the events following what was way too much teasing. He tried to combat the warm feeling now spreading in his jeans by choking down his spit at the sight of you dressed in the bed sheets.

"Well... what are you gonna do with it, huh, stud?" you smirked at Daryl, whose mind was probably now racing with ideas.

He could confirm, it was.

Daryl couldn’t say any of those ideas out loud, though.

"Keepin' it.. for when I'm outside the walls. Reminder of what a special person I got in my life. Plus, it's more than just a picture to me." You scoffed at Daryl's cheesiness to hide the fact that what he said painted a blush on your cheeks.

"You're not even gonna let me see the only photo you have of me?"

"Nah, said it's mine. So deal with it, woman." He bent down over the bed to kiss you, his beard hairs wisping against your cheeks. Daryl wasn't upset with the fact that he caught an eyeful of your chest while doing so.

"Well, fine, you can keep me in the pocket of your jeans. But I'll always be right here, waiting for you.”

How awfully sweet of you, to love him with such an angelic and delicate hand; sickeningly charming and if Daryl ever had to go without it, he would rather burn. You reached up for his collar, letting the sheet against your chest fall. Hands eagerly grabbed at each other to take in the feeling of him close again.

Pressed lips against his, he leaned over you again. Daryl wanted to deepen the kiss he shared with you, but it took all of his self control to pull away.

The pouted look that Daryl saw form as he separated from you almost made him want to say fuck the guard shift.

Punctual, never late, always-on-time Daryl Dixon wanted to actually skip his shift for more time in bed with you.

"Watch duty?" Still pouting, wishing and hoping that Daryl would ditch his shift for another hour in your arms.

"Yeah. but don't worry, I've got a picture of ya to keep me company."

"I know that, Daryl. But you can't kiss a picture, certainly not the way you kiss me."

He pauses, because no, he definitely can't do that.

"You can't feel any of the things you do to me with just a picture, Daryl."

You were right, without the real thing he couldn't pull those breathy, pitched moans from your chest every time his fingers slipped between your legs. He definitely couldn't watch almost methodically at the way he fully and perfectly slots into you each time, paired with the feeling of your walls around him.

Daryl's mind sure as hell raced now with the images of making love to you, ones that always lessen his self control. Your eyes met him now, the sheet falling lower on your body, revealing your annoyingly beautiful and unclothed figure to him. The minute he loosens his resolve completely, Daryl's hands and mouth pave the way to a familiar path of your skin and body all over him.

"I guess yer right, but I'm definitely feelin somethin' now, sunshine. Ya gonna come help me out?"

Daryl didn't have to say anything more as you shared a glance at his straining boxers. He wants you to initiate the flurry of hands and lips that he so desperately craves.

He especially craves it after reminders of what a damn good feeling you give him each time the softness of your hands and lips return to his skin.

"I thought you had to go on your watch shift, Mister Dixon."

In the act of egging him on even more, you spoke in a low voice and ran your hands up and down the sides of your frame. Daryl's eyes watched your hands move over each inch of your skin, appreciating how it erupted in goosebumps. Your soft skin soaked in the anticipation of what was to come.

As if the portrait of you in his bed wasn't distracting enough, you'd rolled over onto your stomach; Daryl could now see the dimples on your back, ones he'd gripped to take you in places other than his bed. It was almost dismaying, the way those images flood his brain.

An expletive drops from Daryl as his teeth hooked atop his lip.

You can't look at him like that and think that he doesn't want to forget the whole world and let it burn as he lights up your body with bliss.

Daryl ponders for a moment, and realizes: he would let the world burn.

His head cocks to the side, and Daryl's mind had been swayed.

"What watch shift?"

As those words fell from him, he dutifully stripped from the clothes he'd returned to his back. Daryl had gotten the best view of you the whole time you'd been convincing him to come back to bed, so to be rid of his boxers at that point, he'd been grateful.

Daryl's work-weathered hands now caressed the skin of your thighs as his mouth trailed kisses and the feeling of his tongue from the top of your pelvis up to your neck.

His form of making love was intoxicating. It ran through your veins like the most potent drug. Maybe it was the fact that he gave you all of him every time, just as you'd begged him through sultry moans before.

He knows the path of your body well, and to have dove right back in it was better than any picture he could have of you.

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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Signed Away: Part 15

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, typos for sure. Deanna!

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The shock had ahold of you, paralyzing everything from your limbs to your lungs. When you asked your mother why she was at your door, you almost didn’t expect an answer. You were sure your anxiety was getting the better of you, playing its idea of a fun little trick by conjuring a very realistic image before you. Even with her response and the scent of her perfume lingering in the air as she walked past you into your home, you begged for a malfunctioning mind—to be ill, dreaming, trapped in a nightmare—anything other than the likeliest of scenarios: that she was indeed in front of you, a smirk thinning her lips and accentuating the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth that a hundred beauty treatments could not remedy.

She was in your space. An apartment so large gave her a plethora of places to make herself unwantedly comfortable, yet she chose to remain within a few feet of your body. When she took a step forward, you instinctively retreated, keeping that distance, what little there was. You didn’t want to touch her; you didn’t want her touching you. Alarms went off in your head, bright red flashing in time with the thump of your heartbeat, increasing in speed. If you trusted anything in yourself, it was your gut. It had told you a thousand things in your lifetime. It warned you of your mother's wrath when you were a child; planted doubts in your head about Jason; nudged you to let Jake in, to allow yourself to fall into him, knowing he would accept you with open arms and keep you close. And now it told you to find a barrier—quickly build a wall around yourself—but there wasn’t enough time.

“You know, the building's security didn’t seem to have my wanted poster plastered across the walls as your fiance led me to believe,” she said, venom lurking in her tone. You could practically see the fork in her tongue. “I assume he isn’t here?”

Your luck was cursed, you were sure of it. Defending yourself against her required skill and precision, and you were out of practice. You needed Jake to remind you of your capabilities in the face of this woman. They were inside you somewhere, but over the months you’d unintentionally allowed them to rest, and now you were facing the consequences.

“He can be in fifteen minutes.”

She chuckled at your warning, shaking her head. “No need. This is a private matter between mother and daughter.” Finally, she backed away from you, turning to look around the place. Her finger ran along the back of your couch as she walked from one end of the piece of furniture to the other. “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” she asked. A moment passed of you standing in place, the paralyzation not fully worn off. “No? Very well. We can get right down to it.”

She picked up a picture from the side table; a small one in a thin black frame that Jake had taken of you without your knowledge when you were in Maryland. You’d found it sitting there one day and cringed at the idea of having a photo of just your face on display, but Jake had demanded it stay. He’d snapped it the morning after you’d slept together, and while not obvious to any viewers, the two of you knew what that photo meant. It was a milestone. With your mother’s eyes scanning it over, it felt like a violation of privacy; like she had the ability to ruin its value, and you itched to snatch it away from her.

She made a face. “This doesn’t look like you,” she said, placing it back down. Then, “I’m aware you know of the children clause of the contract. Amelia struggles to keep that mouth shut, doesn’t she?"

Your brow furrowed, lips parted, but they closed again.

“I’m sure it was quite the shock to discover,” she continued, stepping to the side of the couch and taking a seat in one of your chairs. Her legs crossed and she let her arms line the tops of the armrests. Her nails digging into the fabric betrayed the smile on her face. “As it was for me.”

“For you?”

“Oh, I wasn’t informed either, darling. At least, not when I should have been.”

“How is that possib—”

“You have your questions.” Her voice rose above yours. “And I’ll tell you everything you would like to know if you can stand to be patient for a moment.”

She waited for your protests but you didn’t have the energy. More than that, she was offering up the information you’d wanted not long ago, and still felt a desire to know. You wrapped your arms around your middle and sat yourself in the chair opposite hers, the wide wooden coffee table the acting wall between you.

“Good. Now, you remember why the contract was formed,” she began, and you held back the urge to roll your eyes. How could you forget? And yet she reminded you anyway. “When you were a baby, it was discussed between the four of us, our goals the same, every detail agreed upon—I believed, anyway. George and Amelia currently believe the same thanks to your idiot of a father.” She sat forward and her hands joined to clasp over her knee. “As primary owners of the company, only your father and George Seresin needed to sign the papers, but your father…” she scoffed, “He either didn’t read closely or was too drunk at the time to process the words. Either way, the man signed it, the clause obviously included, and no one discussed it before your nineteenth birthday. I hadn’t thought to look at it again until Amelia started mentioning children not long after you moved in with her son.” She paused, taking an irritated breath. Her eyes darkened. “I decided to give the contract a read, and there it was in tight little black letters. You get it all. Every bit of it. And because of some horrible investments, again on your father’s part, in five years we will have nothing.”

Nothing. Not a word you associated with your parents. Wealth. Indulgence. Excess. Yes. They never hesitated to take what they wanted. You’d grown up in a world without the need for anything other than what should've been the right to emotional comfort in your own home. While you recognized your privilege, you would have given it all up to be away from your mother.

“So with money you can't afford to waste, you hired Jason to come between me and Jake?" You asked.

She smiled again, lips quirking with pride. “I did a fair amount to come between you and Jake,” she said. “Did he mention I told him you will never love him and suggested he find someone else to satisfy his needs or did he keep that to himself?”

That spurred your rage and livened it with vigor, but you locked it away, careful not to let a twinge of it show in front of her. He hadn’t told you—for many reasons, you could understand, but you knew it must’ve been slowly eating him alive, likely until the moment you promised escaping him wasn’t what you wished.

You met your mother’s stare and said, “If we never have children, your name will be erased from the company.”

“Eventually, yes, but I’ve had to make a choice. And I’m not stupid enough to rely on you to take care of us if everything goes to you.”

“Does dad know what you did?”

“Of course not,” she said with an uncharacteristic snort. "He still thinks he will manage to turn things around before we're completely drained. But I know better."

You didn’t know what you expected, but honesty from your mother wasn’t written on that list of possibilities. And yet, you could see it in her eyes that she was telling the truth. That alone scared you. She’d rarely ever given you what you wanted, but on the occasion she did, it certainly wasn’t handed over without a manipulative scheme thrown in on the side.

“You understand I am not afraid to be this type of woman, Y/N. I never have been,” she said. “So listen to me carefully.”

She stood and you hopped up on your feet, willing yourself to stay put and remain strong though the inches between you dwindled with each of her composed steps. She stopped at a relatively safe distance and you let the air leave your lungs. “I have something of an offer for you.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“You'll want this.” Her arms crossed in front of her chest as a light began to shine in her eyes. “I’ve left you alone these past couple of months,” she said. “It’s been nice for you, hasn’t it? Pleasant?”

You weren’t given the chance to respond, not that you would have. You both knew the answer.

“If you can keep from having children, things will stay this way. I don’t have to be around. You don’t have to hear from me. You don’t have to see me, outside of formal purposes, that is.

“But if you decide you absolutely must reproduce…I will never leave you alone.” Her voice deepened, eyes boring into yours. “I will never leave your husband alone. I will never leave your children alone.”

Your anger rammed against the inside of your skull, desperate to be freed. It made your fingers shake at your sides, not ceasing even when they curled into fists. "That's not an offer. It's a threat."

"Call it whatever your heart desires, darling. Regardless, it stands." Closing the distance between you, she raised a hand to your cheek, cupping your face with the gentle touch you didn’t know she was capable of, but then her palm traveled down, index finger and thumb gripping your chin with the force you were so accustomed to. “So now you have a choice to make. And I truly hope you choose wisely.” She gave your chin a rough squeeze then released you to make her way to the door. “You should really get some rest. Can’t have you looking this horrible tomorrow, now can we?”

When the door closed, every feeling inside you morphed into a dense ball of pressure that released in the form of some fat tears. They splashed on the floor, building into puddles at your feet. You could picture them filling the room, soaking the walls all the way to the ceiling, destroying your home and everything you and Jake had built together in the process.

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There were so many things you might have liked about the woman in front of you, had she not been you. Looking yourself up and down in the mirror, you were unrecognizable. Your hair was twisted into a bun at the top of your head, any stray hairs sprayed back with an excessive amount of hairspray. The makeup painting your features was thick, foundation caking your skin, eyelids weighed down with false lashes, and lips drying out from layers of red rouge. Overly expensive jewels hung from your ears, neck, and wrist, yet they paled in comparison to the gown wrapped around your body.

Decent, even breaths couldn’t manage to make their way in and out of your lungs. You wanted to blame it on the tightness of the dress—the cinched corset pushing up your breasts and practically digging into your ribs—but you couldn’t fool yourself.

As much as you’d tried to shove your mother’s words out of your mind, it was impossible, and you’d worn yourself out with the attempts. You’d canceled on Phoenix as well, using claims of exhaustion to soothe her worries until she accepted them as truth, and spent the night staring at the wall which blurred from the tears that filled your eyes.

Any energy you did have went into holding yourself together when Amelia and her limo picked you up before her team decorated you like you were some doll and bound you into the wedding dress. You had to beg for a moment of peace, and with a hug and kind smile, Amelia left you. Now, staring at yourself, your poorly sewn composure was unraveling.

Jake was everything to you. Everything. And he was in a position to get hurt. The family you might one day decide to have wasn’t safe. It was wrong. All wrong. And completely out of your ability to protect.

Tears collected in the corners of your eyes as your throat started to turn scratchy. Over your cheeks and chest, pink splotches bloomed and spread, skin turning damp and sticky with sweat. Suddenly, your body was too confined. Hair too tight and tugging at your scalp forcing the pounding in your head. Hands shook; knees wobbled. Your heel slipped off the edge of the small pedestal and you fell, knocking into the standing lamp. The bulb shattered as your bottom hit the floor, then you crawled over to the wall to put your back against it for some purchase. Tucking your legs to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them, rested your forehead atop your knees, and began to sob.

"Y/N? I heard a crash. Are you—” Phoenix’s voice was fuzzy, distant, even as she kneeled beside you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm and repeatedly calling your name. “Y/N, honey, what happened?"

"I can't,” you heaved, shaking your head. “I can’t do this.”

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