#i make no apologies for this byeee

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

"Sir, we found a body inside your house." The man spoke just as Alec was about to call Rafael. 

"And?"

The man gave a quizzical glance as if he did not expect Alec to say that.

Why should Alec care about a random dead body in his house?

The man hesitated. "Someone died inside your house. We need you to identify the body."

Alec paused. "Why should I identify the body?"

"Alec—"Jace put a hand on his shoulder.

Alec turned to his brother and frowned. "Why should I identify some random body?"

The man in front of him, officer Miller, the same guy from the phone, inhaled heavily. "Sir, we think it might be the body of one of your family members."

// Magnus Lightwood-Bane dies under mysterious circumstances, leaving behind a grieving husband and three children.

The further the investigation goes, the more Alec finds out about everything that his husband has hidden from him; shaking the very foundation of their family. The more secrets are revealed, the more his children are in danger.

Now, Alec is in a race against time to save whatever is left of his family. Only time will tell if he can really uncover all the secrets while protecting his sanity, or if he will end up creating a few of his own//

Chapter One of It Was All By Design

@elettralightwood @khaleesiofalicante @noah-herondale-lightwood @literallytypogod @anarchistbitch @sociallyineptbibliophile @carelessflower @magnus-the-maqnificent @dustandducks @delightfullyterrible @steven--with-a-v @raziyekroos @alec-not-alright-wood @thelightofthebane @me-and-kxrmx @mera-jahaan @pocketoffeels @ignisaurumprobat9 @thepaintedlady (let me know if anyone wants to be added or removed)

#i make no apologies for this byeee #it was all by design #IWABD #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fics #rafael lightwood bane #max lightwood bane #arianna lightwood bane

[katanaski]

Bakugou climbing into bed after one of your fights.

He doesn't say anything when he softly opens the door to your bedroom — having layed on the couch for hours on end,hands tucked behind his head and his brows furrowed with the dying embers of his anger and the twisting pain of his heart braking when he hears you begin to cry—

He doesn't say anything(doesn't make a sound)when he slowly makes his way down the small hallway towards your bedroom.

He doesn't say anything when he soflty opens the door and sees you laying in the bead across the room ,curled in on yourself. He doesn't say anything either when he hears your tiny muffled sniffles— having cried yourself to sleep— the lamp on your bedside table still on—bathing the room in a soft orange glow— the same lamp he always remembers to turns off because you can't sleep otherwise.

He doesn't say anything— but he feels his knees nearly give in,he feels his heart twist painfully in his chest— seeing you there,crying even in your sleep,holding onto dear life to his discarded black shirt clutching it tightly between your fingers,hugging it close to your chest— your nose pressed against the neckline

' I love how you smell baby' you always say when you're clinging onto his shoulders, your nose buried against his neck.

He doesn't say anything— he undresses slowly,he's careful not to wake you when he turns the little nub on the lamp, the click it makes sound louder than usual in the silence of your room— shutting it off.

Katsuki doesn't say anything has he climbs in bed next to you,reaching down for the comforter and pulling it over both of your bodies. He doesn't say anything as he lays his head lower than where his pillow is. He doesn't say anything when wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to his body as his forehead finds it's place between your shoulder blades.

Katsuki doesn't say anything until he feels the way your body relaxes on instinct as soon has he's touched you— not until he hears you hiccup one last time before you happily uhmm and curl away from the cold wall and onto the warmth of his body— not until your dainty hand reaches for his in the dark and laces your pinkys together that he finally speaks— voice cracking from the lack of use.

'I love you —fuck baby I'm sorry...I am an asshole— i am an asshole but I'm yours if you'll still have me'

#don't know where this came from #nearly made myself cry but #but yeahhh #Bakugou doesn't seem the type to outwardly apologize after a fight #he'll show you how sorry he is in his own quite way #with small gestures..subtle touches..trying to make his voice softer..less gruff when speaking to you #I....IDK... #I'm so soft rn ok #bye #quiet** #I'm high #i should ho to bed #byeee #—bakuthots♡

[braindeadairhead]

sorry about what's going to happen on @aviisick13

I'm gonna continuously post my old and current works lmao

#i was hoping it didn't come to this #but im gonna post every old doodle that i currently have #i was planning to re-draw them and post them all very slowly but #due to unfortunate circumstances i got to #i like making art and i love drawing #but i think im gonna stop after my last work #so i apologize about the upcoming spam on my art blog #i dont want to lose all the things I made #lmaoo oky byeee #im gonna pin my last work on that other blog of mines hee hee hoo hoo #posting even rhe really lazy doodles #what mattered at rhat time was rhe feeling to m e

[ksywoo]

8:30 pm / l.sm

pairing: lee seokmin x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.6k genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, a little bit of angst but not really warnings: kissy kissy fic hehe, dk gets a little handsy where reader is insecure about their body but he reassures them, also.. tummy/waist kisses <3 note: me posting a fic for the first time in over a year and it's mostly just kissing ... hey guys .. also im embarassed when i write things like this so im gonna go hide al;skdjf sorry if its cringe or garbage BYEEE

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You felt the bed dip towards your feet, but you didn't look up to greet the boy, still upset about your argument from earlier. You continued reading, not acknowledging his presence. 

Seokmin crawled towards you slowly, as if trying to go unnoticed, and slid under your arms and buried his face in your neck so you were unwillingly half hugging him. His body rested between your legs and his arms around your torso, trying to be as close as possible. 

When you felt his lips against your neck, you got his attention. “Seokmin.” Your voice was even and stern, telling him you weren't messing around. 

He froze as if you wouldn't know he was there if he just didn't move a muscle or make a single sound. 

“Bold of you to do that after what just happened,” you pointed out.  

He propped himself up on his elbows by your hips and lifted his head so your faces were inches from each other. He was frowning, and looked guilty. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really really am.” 

You sighed, leaning forward to kiss his lips briefly, trying to express that you still loved him even though he pissed you off. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mumbled with a small smile, already feeling the last remnants of your anger fade away. 

“I’m serious,” his frown deepened. “I’m really sorry. 

You leaned over to set your book on the nightstand. “I know.” You held his face with both of your hands while he continued to apologize. 

“How do I make you not hate me anymore?” he asked between the kisses you were giving him. 

“Seokmin,” you chuckled. “I don't hate you. Never have, never will.” 

“But you're mad at me.” 

“I’m not mad.” 

“But I’m a horrible boyfriend who never spends time with you.” 

“You aren't a horrible boyfriend. It’s not your fault you're so busy with work, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I should take it out on, like, your managers or something because they're giving you guys extra work, but not you.”

“But it’s my fault for not always making time for you when I’m not working though.” 

One of your hands stayed on his face, thumb stroking his cheek, while the other went to his back to pull him a little closer. You could feel his muscle through his shirt and it made you wonder if he was tired from dancing all day, building that muscle. 

“You’re here now though, aren't you?” 

He nodded but still frowned, so you kissed the pout off his lips. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t being good to me. I was never mad at you, just frustrated at the situation. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded again. “Does that mean you aren't going to be stern with me again if I kiss you?” 

You laughed and he took that as a good sign, leaning up to kiss you long and sweet, no more of those short pecks you were giving him before. 

The thing about Seokmin was he was the sweetest boy in the world and his kisses were just as sweet and innocent when he wanted them to be. The other side of him was more rare and reserved for the privacy of your bedrooms, and gave you just as many butterflies as his regular kisses. 

He lifted himself up to sit right next to you, immediately tugging on your waist gently. “Come here,” he requested. You complied, shifting to sit on his lap with your knees on either side of his legs. 

You reconnected your lips, letting out a shaky breath as you felt his hands lightly trail up your legs and gently squeeze your thighs. His fingers lit paths of fire as he fiddled with the hem of your shorts, softly brushing against your skin and you wondered if he even knew that he was doing it, or if he was unintentionally muddling your brain with his touches. 

Shifting slightly, you ran your fingers through his hair and gently tugged as your mouth wandered away from his and made its way to his cheek, pressing one small kiss to the freckle by his nose, then to his jaw, and below his ear. 

With your bodies pressed together, you could feel his breathing become unsteady as your lips met his neck. He wiggled under you, trying to not make any embarrassing sounds that would make you laugh and ruin the moment. 

You started kissing one spot low on his neck that you knew could be covered by some of the shirts he owned, when one of his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer and squeezing a specific part of your body that made you pause. 

Seokmin hummed at your hesitance, turning his head to try to look at you while finding his voice. Your face was still in his neck, lips just barely hovering over his skin. “What?” he asked after a few moments of you not moving. “Did I do something?” 

“Nothing,” you mumbled unconvincingly, lips brushing against him like feathers before kissing him again. You reached behind you and took the hand on your waist by the wrist, pulling it off you and back onto your leg. 

“You want me to only touch your thighs?” he tried teasing, but sounded so in love it was hard to take it in a dirty way, even as he started squeezing them again. 

You hummed against his neck but when he moved to hold your waist again, you pulled away, repeating your action of moving his hands before you kissed his mouth. 

Seokmin pulled away more determinedly and frowned at you. “Seriously, what’s wrong? What am I doing?” 

You tried brushing it off, distracting him by kissing him again but he dodged the kiss and put both of his hands on your shoulders. 

“Tell me. Are you hurt or something?” he asked genuinely, looking down and lifting the bottom of your shirt to see if you had a bruise or cut that he was irritating, but you pushed his hands away, pulling your shirt back down. 

He looked like a kicked puppy. The way he could change from being completely dazed while kissing you to fully alert and concerned about your health at the drop of a hat always left you stunned. How was he already able to think coherently? 

He called your name softly and you blinked a few times. “What?” 

“Why do you not want me to touch your side? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, I just… don’t like my waist... and hips or whatever…” you trailed off, mumbling more with each word, hands slipping off his shoulders but still holding onto his arms. 

Seokmin looked so offended and hurt that you almost thought you said something negative about his body. “You don’t?” 

You pursed your lips and shook your head slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Just one of those weeks where insecurities amplify, you know?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” you asked with a small laugh, moving some of his bangs out of his eyes. 

“Because you don't like your body like I do.”

“You're not going to tell me I’m stupid?” 

“Of course not. It’s not stupid to be insecure, you can’t control it.”

“What would you know about that, Mr. Perfect?” you teased, poking his muscley stomach through his shirt. 

He frowned. “Hey, I’m insecure about things too. I just don't think about them when I’m with you because you make me feel so handsome.”

“You are so handsome,” you confirmed, kissing his nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He scrunched his face but broke out into a grin. “I love you,” he said honestly. “You’re perfect the way you are. Even if you change, you’ll still be perfect.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you groaned, making him laugh and capture your lips. 

“Can I do something?” he asked innocently, making you narrow your eyes skeptically. 

“What?” 

He pulled you off his lap, repositioning back to how you were first laying, you propped up on pillows and him laying between your legs. Except this time, he was laying farther down, hands holding him up to hover over your stomach. 

“Can I?” 

“Can you what?” you asked nervously. 

“Kiss you,” he answered sweetly, as if there wasn't a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You knew what he meant. And it made your heart skip a few beats thinking about how sweet he was all the time. You nodded and he gave you one last reassuring kiss to your lips before going back to your stomach, lifting up the hem of your shirt just enough to place a kiss on your belly. 

He glanced up at you, keeping his lips on your skin, and you're pretty sure you died right there at how beautiful he was. Your hands went to his hair to play with the soft strands as he slowly trailed kisses to your side, where you inhaled sharply with worries and insecurities. Your self-deprecating thoughts slowly faded away as he rubbed part of your waist before placing a soft kiss, repeating the action on both sides all over. 

Maybe some of his kisses were a little harsher with a little more teeth, leaving small colored reminders of how much he loved you, but despite still not liking every part of your body, you did love how much Seokmin tried to make you love yourself. He wasn't a cure for being insecure, but he did help you forget. 

#fizzys fics #group: svt #lee seokmin x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #dokyeom x reader #dk x reader #seventeen fluff

[lucistarrrrs]

TALKING TO THE MOON

Hazbin Hotel

This fanfic is about Y/n helping Charlie and Y/n is a daughter of Michael.

The Higher Ups made another angel named Y/n she's pure, kind and cheerful. The seven virtues see Y/n happy that's their motivation, Y/n is their motivation for Michael the leader of the seven virtues he sees as her daughter.

One of the seven virtues teased Michael that he had a soft for Y/n. Michael was annoyed by this he looked away at Azrael and laughed. Azrael looked at the newborn angel he squished Y/n chubby cheeks. So the seven virtues educated you and became the right hand of Michael and his daughter, adopted daughter.

Time skip...

"Dad is it that demon souls and human souls are the same thing right?" Y/n questioned Michael and Michael slightly smiled.

"Demon souls and human souls are the same but they need to be judged and redeemed. I'm gonna meet... Lucifer" Michael said but last was bitter but sad "Did you miss him Dad?" Y/n asked him again if Michael was shocked by that question "Hey Dad, there's a new resident he's a sinner before named Sir Pentious" Y/n said "New resident, sinner?" Michael was stuttered by this as a demon, sinner has been redeemed for the first time.

"Y/n I want you to go down there and bring this message to the hotel" Michael ordered Y/n to go down the pit for hell. Y/n nodded as Michael prepared some portal of Hell. " Now what happens if you encounter a demon" Michael asked Y/n "Killing them and face the judgement" Y/ answered directly. Michael blinked but that's the answer or not "That's my girl" Michael was proud that she said that he teaches her good.

Hell

The hotel crews are currently rebuilding the hotel and singing "WILL BE FUCKIN' HAPPY DAY IN HELLLLLLL" as they ended the song the someone clapping it was an angel "THAT'S WAS AMAZING" The angel was Y/n sent by his father Michael.

The hotel crew was shocked and stunned after some exterminations happened "Oh.. right my name is Y/n daughter of Michael you can call me N/n or whatever you call me" Y/n said as she reached Charlie.

Charlie was surprised by this as their handshake and Lucifer heard that Michael's kid is here... IN HELL.

"So your questioning why I'm here just delivering some message" Y/n said as she saw drones she quint her eyes she snapped her fingers the drones were explode. She knew that drones belong to the overlords some kind of V's Azrael told her that some overlords are kinda quirky at souls.

In somewhere else...

Vox was shocked that all his drones were destroyed by some kind of angel he was angry at that angel.

In The Hotel...

"So you mean SIR PENTIOUS GOT REDEEMED!!" Charlie squealed and shook Y/n and she got dizzy by this "I'm sorry so sorry" Charlie apologized "It's ok but yep he got redeemed, my father and the seven virtues are here to help because some angel told us that the seven virtues didn't tell them something called..ex..exter" Y/n can't describe the words "You mean exterminations?" Vaggie said squint her eyes "Uh yes that" Y/n said and snapped her fingers she looked at her bag "Ok where is it, there's gonna be somewhere here." Y/n looked somewhere in her bag for something to give to Lucifer "One moment please". Y/n said as she finds the gift "Here Uncle Lucifer my father's gift from you" Y/n said as she gave to him.

Lucifer took the gift and was shocked that he had a gift from him, Michael his older brother.

Y/n make a circle like draw then portal opened "I'll see you...soon...hmm I don't know but byeee But be very careful you don't know that drones are spying do you." Y/n said as she flew to the portal.

" Ok what the fuck is she taking about some drone's" Husk complained. Alastor looked around see some drones got destroyed "Hmm... I think the V's are taking too far" Alastor grinned widely.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x you

[joelsmochi]

Us Against the World

A/N: How easy is it to come back after a 4 month (unplanned) hiatus? Not easy. At all. Sorry for my absence darlings, a lot has been going on from moving to health issues to new jobs… It’s been so hectic that I am willing to admit that this piece of garbage was also being worked on over the entire 4 months I hadn’t posted. This was all I could conjure up, but I wanted to polish this off so I could move onto the next project, so I also apologize for how rushed this one kind of ends + it doesn’t have the same lighthearted tone as the first 2 parts. Regardless I hope you enjoy reading (don’t judge it too critically… I’m begging.) Also I think when I pasted this it got rid of my italicized and bolded words -.- (i am serious about italics)

warnings: 18+, kinda mean!jealous!insecure!joel, cclg/ddlg [attitude] dynamic, punishment (but it’s really a reward ;]), angst, more panty kink, some useless scenes, chance of getting caught, a little sadness and a bit cheesy, lazily proofread so expect grammar issues + typos!, i don’t wanna spoil so it ends there byeee (let me know if i missed any please!)

wc: 10k (will the length make up for how bad it is? no? ok >.<)

Read part 1 here, and part 2 here.

The bar was filled with laughter and short applause from people winning their games. It smelled slightly of stale alcohol and oak wood.

You had just walked in with Joel behind you. As you were taking in your surroundings, Joel had already seen a guy or two look you up and down. He chose not to say anything. They weren’t worth the trouble.

You both sat at the bar and ordered two beers though you weren’t necessarily trying to getting drunk tonight. You just wanted to keep your promise of making him jealous.

He didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, but when he saw your eyes go from your fresh drink to scanning the men around the bar he knew he was in for a real treat.

“You’re serious ‘bout this?” He rhetorically asked.

You only gave him part of a smile and a shrug to say and what if I am?

He half rolled his eyes and sipped his beer, immediately grimacing at its subpar taste.

“Fine. Do whateeeeever you want, little girl. Just like you always do,” he said. “Gon’ and dance for other guys. I don’t give a damn.”

You glared at him when he called you a little girl, keening a dark chuckle from him. He was poking the bear inside you, waiting for the moment you would choose to give up on your cunning idea.

You stood up out of spite and slowly walked over to a man roughly your age, clad in some lousy outfit that somehow made him stand out to you.

The teasing smirk Joel was wearing replaced itself with a scowl. You swore you felt him shooting daggers into your back as you whispered in the younger man’s ear.

“Wanna dance?”

The boy looked at you with excitement and surprise, bashfully nodding and following you when you pulled him next to the other dancing couples.

You pressed your back into his and looked everywhere except for where Joel was sitting, swaying your hips in sync with your dance partner and occasionally pressing back into his crotch gently.

Joel stared long and hard at the boy who was just using the curve of your ass to jerk off, yet when his eyes wandered to you, all he could do was think about using you like that, only with fewer clothes on.

The song ended and Joel thought it would be the end of your shenanigans; he watched as you whispered in the young man’s ear again, and once you pulled away he motioned for his friend to come over.

Another young man approached the front of you, and you gave him a flirty smile as your arms linked around his neck.

Joel was gritting his teeth so hard he was sure he heard one crack. He wanted to keep his cool, not give you the satisfaction, but watching you dance for men that were your age when he was already insecure about being thirteen years older than you pissed him off.

He knew you were just having fun, but fucking hell.

He hated seeing those idiots practically fucking hump you in the middle of the bar. They were feral and inadequate compared to Joel who knew they could never take care of you the way you needed to be taken care of.

Joel had about enough when the boy in front of you began slipping his thumbs underneath your baby tee and saw how it made you tense up so he reached in his wallet for cash to pay for the drinks. Then, he stomped over you and grabbed your arm, snatching your body from between the two men.

“Fuckin’ idiots,” Joel growled at them before pulling you behind him. He felt you resisting his grip after entering the parking lot so he grabbed your hips and picked you up. He sat you in the passenger seat then got in himself, driving back home without saying a word.

You knew you were in for it.

Once you two made it to his place you were trying to get Joel to speak to you. He just gave you a hard look and tossed you over his shoulder without further resistance; he carried you to his bedroom, sat down, and forced you to bend over in his lap.

“I’m sorry, Jo—ow!”

He had landed a firm slap across the back of your thigh and then broke the zipper on your shorts from yanking them down. Your hips ached from the waistband digging into your bones. You tried wiggling from his grasp causing him to grab a fistful of your hair and yank it back.

He smoothed a hand over the peaks of your ass for a few seconds, not wanting to hurt his precious girl.

But then he remembered how you left him without a care in the world just to spite him.

He gave you another spank that burned furiously against your flesh and forced a cry out of your throat.

“I’ll never do it again,” you pleaded, “I swear! Joel—“

Another smack.

“Fuckin’ damn right, you won’t,” he grunted, watching your ass color red. “You wanna fuck some dumb college boy, huh?”

You whimpered and waved your feet around desperately.

Smack! “Answer me when I ask you a question. Do you wanna fuck people your own fucking age?”

You shook your head frighteningly fast, waving your feet around more as if it would get him to release your hair but his grip only tightened. “No, Joel! I only want you—just you. Please, Joel, I’m sorry.”

He tugged at your panties, not too harshly, just gently enough to create a wedge between your cheeks. You were thankful he didn’t notice your eyes roll back and the soft moan that left you from the friction against your throbbing clit and asshole.

“My ol’ ass not enough for you? S’that it?” He whispered in your ear.

“Of course not—“

He popped you again from your words before pulling your panties up again, hating how you said it like it should have been obvious.

He watched you grind into the taut cloth, humping his knee. Although it was a subconscious movement from your body it didn’t stop him from letting out a humorous laugh.

“So fucking needy, ain’t ya?” He cooed, releasing the fabric and trailing a thick finger down the wet spot in your panties. “M’over here punishin’ you and you’re fucking my leg.”

“M’sorry,” you mumbled.

“You like it when I spank you?” He cooed in your ear; you nodded and he chuckled softly, tickling the hairs along your neck. “Yeah?”

“I like it when—… When you pull my panties,” you bashfully admit. “Feels good.”

He slowly let your hair go and cradled your jaw softly to keep your head up. With a smirk, he toyed with the linings of your panties. “You like when I hurt that pretty little ass a’yours?”

You hummed, taking one of his fingers in your mouth. He circled the pad of his middle finger around the rim of your clothed asshole, letting out a hum or a chuckle every time he felt it pulse.

“You’re gonna be good from now on, girl?”

“Yes, Joel,” you whispered against his fingers, spit drooling into his palm.

“Good,” he hummed softly, “good.”

“Can you,” you paused, unsure of why you were still acting shy. “Can you please pull my panties again?”

He happily obliged, starting a little gentler this time. He watched the shadow of your face contort with pleasure while you moaned softly, grinding your clit into his knee some more.

He watched one of your swollen pussy lips escape from the constriction so he pulled them some more to make the other lip appear.

You moaned at the thin fabric being engulfed by your cunt, clenching so more of your juices oozed out.

You felt his finger gently slip beneath the fabric to rub your wet entrance. You exhaled at his long finger slipping inside of you, collecting your slick before sliding it up to your asshole to circle it briefly.

He removed his finger and snuggled your panties up more. The friction stung your skin deliciously. He landed a smack on your ass cheek with the noise piercing your ears; you yelped and flinched, seductively laughing afterward.

Joel noticed the outline of his hand appearing along your flesh, red and bruised. He kneaded it with his palm and told you to bend over the edge of his bed. Once you were on your stomach again you felt him pull your shorts off of you completely, then your panties. His hands warmed over your thighs, grazing your ass and touching your lower back. He pressed his thumbs in slightly to massage you there for a few seconds before he slid his hands back down again to spread your ass.

You held your lip between your teeth throughout his touches, not wanting to make any noises in case he wanted you quiet.

The cool arousal leaving your body dripped down to your clit almost making you flinch from the temperature difference. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, seeking his fingers or his tongue or his cock — anything. His laugh was taunting and raspy, seeing how desperate you were for him.

"Such a needy girl, hmm?" He took a deep breath leaning into your flesh; his tongue scooped up your juices from your clit to your ass in one long, heavy lick. You gasped, surprised by the sudden contact. You were left disappointed when he didn’t continue lapping at you, but a rush of joy ran through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you.

He heard your simpering little giggle, smiling at how cute it sounded but still popping your right ass cheek where you had begun to bruise. You hissed, chewing on your lip while he undressed from the waist down.

He teased his length along your slit, spreading your wetness upwards and slapping his fat tip roughly against the tight ring of muscle.

And it fucking hurt, more than you were expecting, but judging by Joel’s chuckle he already knew it would.

You understood his need to humiliate you. That was the whole reason for doing what you did. You wanted him to have his way with you just as you had a few nights ago.

But you hurt his feelings more than you expected to and much more than he would like to admit.

He slapped your puckering hole even harder to elicit a response from you, satisfied when you groaned his name.

“Joooel, that hurts.”

He lined up with your pussy, not quite touching you yet. His only response was, “Good,” before shoving his thick cock inside of you.

You screamed at him tearing your walls apart with cruelty, clenching furiously around him to try and adjust quicker.

But he wouldn’t let you.

He pulled out of you to watch your muscles flex for a second, then rammed back inside of you; he stayed as deep as he could.

After ensuring your stomach would remain glued to the bed his lips pressed a wet kiss to the rim of your ear. He listened to your soft cries, feeling your hips wriggle beneath him.

“You gonna be good for me?” He asked again.

You panted with annoyance and told him, “If you fucking ease up on me.”

It was an absentminded comment with consequences you’d be dealing with for days. Joel just clicked his tongue at you and dug his hips into your flesh deeper. His cockhead nudged your cervix serving up a mixture of pain and pleasure throughout your stomach.

He didn’t want to be too mean, however, so he pulled back and pushed his weight into your lower back from his palms. Your stomach being smooshed into the bed made the impacts of his thrusts feel deeper than they were.

Your precum enthusiastically coated his shaft, lubing your entrance as he rammed into you. Your voice was breathy as you spoke.

“Joel—th-that feels… That feels good.” Your eyelids hung low creating a blurry line of vision, head bobbing from his stuttering hips.

“You like getting fucked like a slut?” He spat to which you confirmed. “S’that why you act like one?”

You admitted your faults, not wanting him to ease up on you.

“You wanna fucking dance on someone again?”

You didn’t respond, too immersed in how good he was touching you.

He grunted, pulling out of you leaving strings of your precum mixed with his hanging; he flipped you around and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, using his other hand to hold you at the base of your spine. He lifted you off of the bed, making you yelp.

Once he got into a comfortable position he removed his hand from your neck, showing you how strong he was being able to hold you up on his own. Your legs looped around his waist as he stood tall, your hands clinging to the broad peaks of his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he whispered; not wanting to be scolded again you lazily obliged. He laughed like a bully at your worn-out expression. “You’re so pretty like this, already fucked out like you can’t handle it.”

“Too much,” you complained against his lips in a short breath.

His hips snapped into yours, jolting your eyes wide open. “I don’t care. You wanted to act like a slut, so you’re gonna have to get fucked like one.”

“Joel—“

He shut you up by shoving his free fingers into your mouth, while the nails of his other hand dug into your back.

He didn’t want to hear your apologies anymore, or your complaints. He wanted you to shut up and take it, like a good fucking girl.

He saw the hindrance of innocence in your eyes that tried to beckon his forgiveness. He ignored it, meeting you with a punishing frown. The heavyweight stare riddled your nerves with anxiety — you didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He ravaged your attitude, breaking you down until he got his way with you just like you had all this time.

“You gonna be a good girl?” He asked again, shoving his fingers further back. You hummed into his hand and nodded, eyes as wide as saucers. He gasped when you twirled your tongue around his digits, slurping up the taste of his flesh. “You like that?”

“Mmhmmm.”

He experimented by pushing his fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat; you gagged and coughed, but bit down on his knuckles so that he wouldn’t take them out.

His thrusts slowed because he was too focused on feeling your throat, something that felt entirely different against his fingers versus his cock.

Seeking his approval, you took this as an opportunity to fuck yourself on him. With your shaky fingers pressing into his shoulder blades you lifted you rocked your hips up and down, clenching around his length often.

“Look at’cha… You need to cum baby?” His fingers left your mouth indicating he wanted a verbal response.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. “I’ll be good for you.”

“You’ll be good?”

“Yes. Fuck—yes. I’ll be so good for you, Joel. I promise. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

He moaned at your cunt gripping him, smiling at how you humped him. You couldn’t hide your deprivation from him any longer, but he wanted you to earn it.

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he instructed, smirking when you did so immediately. He gripped your ass with both of his wide hands to steady you. “Yeah, there you go. S’pretty like this…”

Your hair was glued to the sweat on your face and your eyes were low with a wave of tears waiting to spill onto your cheeks. Your teeth waned behind your red lips as you gurgled from choking on your saliva.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess,” he cooed; despite the softness in his voice, his tone was still suggestive of his anger.

He was on the verge of forgiving you, but he still wasn’t quite there yet.

Your arms and core were growing weaker the harder you worked your body on his, but you were so determined to cum — and to do it on his command.

“Tell me how pretty you are,” he said with a devilish grin widening.

You were a little lost — what exactly did he want?

“Hmm?” You hummed, unintentionally slowing down.

“Tell me… How pretty you are,” he said again.

“Um…” Your mind was blank, God, Joel could really fuck you stupid, couldn’t he? “I’m—I’m so pretty,” you whispered.

You couldn’t think of what to say.

Maybe if I compliment myself the way Joel does…

“You like how pretty I am for you?” You asked. “All fucked out from your cock?”

His eyes rolled shut as he let out an obscenely long groan.

He liked that, you thought.

“I look so pretty with your cock stretching me out, don’t I? Hmm, yes, fuck—ah! You make me so pretty when you let me fuck myself on you, Joel—gah! Do you—fuck. Do you wanna see how pretty I am when I cum like this?”

His eyes shot open at the proposal, the only words his mind was able to compute being, “Yes, princess. Yes, yes, cum for me—mnh, God. You feel so fucking good.”

His words were encouraging enough to keep you going, long enough to light that fire that tickled you red.

“Show me how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum for me, baby.”

Your ass stung from him squeezing where his punishment landed, adding fuel to your rising orgasm.

He saw it spread across your precious body: your eyes wavering between open and close, your mouth pouting with his name leaving your tight throat, your nipples peaking, goosebumps flaring across your entire body.

You were flushed red and heaving and Joel couldn’t look away. You looked so ethereal, wrapping your fluttering pussy around the base of his dick and grinding in circular motions.

Pins and needles poked your arms from holding your weight, but the climax felt too good to let up so soon. You were sensitive, knotty, and engulfed in the stillness you were finally able to have.

“My pretty girl,” Joel whispered sweetly.

You opened your lazy eyes, giving him a soft smile. “Show me how pretty you are when you cum,” you said against his lips.

He took a moment to catch his breath before propping his arms underneath your thighs one by one. Your body thanked you for the relief.

Your cunt squelched cum onto his balls while the air thickened with the aroma of sex and sweat.

So sleepy, you felt as he continued to drive his hips into you, but he was so handsome in the low light of the moon. You felt your soul tie to his own, blending your orgasm into admiration for the man.

This was anything but the casual agreement you two had come to weeks ago, but fuck was it well worth it. His jealousy was a sign of a weakness he only possessed when it came to you.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered with need. You wrapped your hands around his jawline and pressed his lips against yours.

The slip of your tongue against his was nasty. It was fucking filthy. You licked each other anywhere you could reach, coating one another in saliva as if to mark your territories.

Joel whimpered against your lips, admitting his arrival in the middle of the kiss. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I—…”

His mouth parted as he brought you impossibly close to his body, and he felt a knee nearly give out from the intensity of his orgasm. He drifted his body to the floor so he could sit on his knees, not wanting to drop you.

His thrusts were small and deep as he continued ruining your sore walls with his ropes of cum.

Still entangled in a series of kisses, they simmered to a savory pace. You tasted each other and relished in the filthy mix of bodily fluids.

You’d never been so sweaty from sex in your life yet it felt so fucking amazing.

He pumped you so full of cum that even with his cock plugging you a little bit of it managed to leak out. You both smiled at the feeling and broke away from each other's lips.

With your head tossed back on the edge of his bed and his head resting on your chest, you just sat there in silence.

His hands gloss over your back and your fingers stroking the wet curls on his head. You wanted to stay here forever, clinging to him like a bear to a tree.

He pressed a kiss onto your collarbone before raising his head to look at you.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned shut-eyed, obviously very tired from sex. He grunted from standing up again and laid you in the cold bed before grabbing your panties and slipping them back up your legs. You finished it for him, making sure they were snug against your entrance to keep the cum from spilling out too much.

“I’ll go get some takeout, princess.”

You hummed with a small smile at his new nickname for you, feeling him press a kiss to your temple before you fell into a deep slumber.



“What are you doin’?” Joel yawned as he entered the kitchen.

“I am making us eggs and only eggs because you have a poor selection of breakfast foods.”

He snickered, closing the space between you and wrapping his warm arms around your waist. “Well, thank you, princess,” he mumbled against the curve of your neck.

His fingers slipped beneath the shirt you borrowed from him and found the hem of your panties. You didn’t allow his hands to distract you as you spread the fluffy eggs out over two plates.

“I guess this…” His fingers slipped inside of your partially wet cunt, curling just the way you like. “…is my breakfast.”

You shivered as goosebumps poked your skin from the motion of his hand, and you smirked to yourself when his other hand tugged at your panties. Once they hit the ground he bent you over slightly to pull his cock out, gliding it along your slit to tease you. You turned the stove off and gripped the counter, careful to not burn yourself.

Not even a moment later you felt his velvety cock smack against the peak of your ass, and you moaned at how warm he felt against your cold flesh.

“Joel,” you exhaled. “You’re fucking ruining me.”

“Y’say it like it’s a bad thing,” he grunted whilst sliding inside of you.

You moaned, eyes closing softly. “Not at all.”

He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to break you any more than he did just the night before. His hot breath filled your ears with decadent compliments about how good you were for him and how much he wanted to show his appreciation.

Joel fought a moan every time he saw your eyelashes flutter shut and heard you sharply inhale between gritted teeth. His confession of admiration seemed to hold more weight than before. That knot inside of you gushes at his rasps of affection, pushing you toward the edge.

You focused on how he felt, every little thing he was doing: his left hand held you steady at your hip while his right stroked your hair calmly as if you were his new pet kitten. His hips curled into the shape of you as if his body was planting kisses anywhere you managed to still be bruised from his punishments. His thighs trembled against the back of your stiff legs, urging you to let go whenever you were ready, not quite rushing you.

His voice was staggering and cracking, the words I love you straining against his throat from him suffocating it with praises instead.

You knew all of the you’re doing so good f’me’s and you sound so beautiful’s and you look so pretty with my cock inside of you’s were just invulnerably hidden I love you’s, but it didn’t bother you.

You understood what he truly meant and that’s all you needed for now.

His lovely teeth nibbled into the valley of your ear earning a giggle from you; you were so close—so fucking close. You needed more.

You tried rubbing your swollen and throbbing clit yourself but it wasn’t enough. Joel’s need to take care of you radiated from the heat of his body and you craved more of his touch; you moved his hand from your hip to your stiff bud, guiding his fingers to perform the way you sought.

His fingers were strong and thick and just what you needed to overflow, clawing at his bicep, leaning your head back to rest upon his shoulder.

It felt so good to be held by him. A longing that burrowed itself into your soul resurfaced. Ready to be fulfilled by him.

His words turned into simpering little mewls of yes’s and cum for me’s as you clenched around him.

He knew you were just barely there and he was adamant on not changing his pace or patterns if it meant he could watch you crumble.

Joel’s right hand left your hair and held your agape jaw to keep your head from bobbing too much after one of your legs buckled and your grip around his muscles tightened. He increased the force of his thrusts emphasizing the sound of his hips clapping against your heated skin.

His body was aching from the lack of rest but every moan you let out was so soft and subtle that it motivated him to continue.

Your breathing was shallow, filled with whimpers since he wouldn’t ease up on your sore cunt, but you loved it. Your body craved the sin of secrecy that had Joel’s name written all over it.

All the sneaking around, lying, and pretending you two are nothing more than long-time neighbors made all of this worth it. The games. Chasing each other. Waiting days—if not weeks just for a kiss was the thrill of it all.

Deep down you knew it couldn’t last forever; it’d either have to come out or come to an end. But couldn’t you live in the fantasy just for a little while,

moaning Joel’s name a little longer,

feeling the thick cum etched between your bodies,

feeling him stiffen up or jolt whenever your breath hit his sensitive ears,

laughing every time he accidentally slipped out,

getting so carried away that you couldn’t hear anything else…

…Like the garage door opening.

“Oh! Shit!”

You and Joel immediately pulled away, shocked by the sudden boom of Tommy’s voice; with trembling legs, you struggled your underwear back up while Joel tried to tuck in what refused to be hidden.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t…” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he looked over and realized it was… You?

Wearing one of Joel’s big t-shirts and some rainbow-striped socks, Tommy said your name as if he couldn’t believe it was you. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out.

“Jesus, Tommy. Quit lookin’ at her like that,” Joel complained while ushering Tommy into the next room.

“Like what?”

“Like she’s a piece of meat.” Joel briefly looked back at you with those puppy eyes of his and asked if you were okay. You could only give him a tense nod in response.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in before looking at the plate of now-cold eggs.

Embarrassed wasn’t even the word. Distress curled around every crevice in the pit of your stomach making you feel nauseous.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, regaining enough composure to grab two forks from the utensils drawer and take them out to the living room where the two men sat and spoke.

“Here you go, Tommy,” you said sheepishly while trying to pretend that you weren’t avoiding eye contact. Turning to Joel you said, “I’m gonna head home.”

“You don’t have to leave ‘cus I’m here,” Tommy said, his apologetic tone emphasizing his indication. “I didn’t mean to impose or nothin’, it was… Just a surprise.”

“I gotta go shower and change my clothes anyways, so, uh…”

“Here, I’ll go help you get your things. I’ll be right back Tommy,” Joel said. You both walked up to Joel’s cluttered room where he shut the door softly and then apologized. “I forgot we picked up a job for today,” he explained.

“Well, I have been told I’m a pretty good distraction,” you teased, fumbling with last night’s clothes. He chuckled and watched as you got dressed, asking himself how it got to this point. “I probably can’t do anything until Sunday. My dad wants to take me to this new movie tomorrow, and then some event thingy Saturday.”

“Sunday, that’s…” Joel’s voice trailed off while he pretended to think about something.

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before hitting his arm with his t-shirt. He caught hold of it and used it to bring you closer, the grin of a jester playing on his face.

“I’m kiddin’, princess. I know it’s your birthday,” he cooed against your lips. His kiss embraced your laughter and made him smile again, but this time much more humbly. “I got you a present—but if I give it t’ya now I’ll be empty-handed in two days.”

You cocked an eyebrow up and stared at his lips causing him to vapidly blush. “You won’t be empty-handed,” you whispered. You held his hand in yours and brought it next to your face.

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, ‘cus I’ll make sure to keep both’a your hands busy,” you teased.

He watched carefully as you brought his index finger to your drooling mouth and took it in slowly. You somewhat forced his finger down your throat pretending it was his cock. You choked on the thick digit and pouted at him with your eyes.

He gasped at the textures of your narrow throat, frowning in a way that let you you’ve ignited something in him. He fought his moans harder than he ever needed to before, staring at you gag and slurp and slobber around his finger.

You curled your tongue against the webbing of his fingers and licked all of the excess spit up into your mouth with a swift bob of your head.

This made him bite his lip to shut himself up; you decided to not bully the poor man any longer and released his hand, smirking.

“You’re gonna regret that Sunday, princess. I’ll tell you that right now,” he threatened, however, his tone was full of defeat and his voice sounded higher from the strain of silencing moans.

“What are ya gonna do about it, old man?” You teased before walking out of his room.



Your birthday was more fun than you were expecting, more than enough people showed up (granted more than half of them were your dad’s friends), and you spent more time being the photographer than the center of attention.

Joel and Tommy showed up fashionably late (you’ve chosen to believe Joel’s watch is set two hours back). Meanwhile, their arrival earned a few giggles and stares from your high school friends.

They tried to talk to you about how much hotter Joel and Tommy had gotten while you pretended not to feel the pang of jealousy in your chest whenever they gawked at Joel a little too long.

They asked if you two had hooked up since being back and the only lie you managed to conjure was, “Joel’s either always at work or with my dad, so… I haven’t really been able to try.”

“Wait, does your dad know you two used to hook up?” One of your friends, Bri asked.

Right now you were really regretting telling all those lies…

“No,” you said almost too enthusiastically, “and I plan on keepin’ it that way. Not worth the trouble.”

“Well, if Joel’s not worth the trouble to you then you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a shot, would ya?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, wavering the drink in your hand around and mumbling, “Go ahead.”

“Hey,” another friend said after tapping you on your extended arm, “there’s plenty of fish in the sea. Joel’s just one guy.” She must have noticed the defeat in your eyes.

Maybe to you, you thought.

Before you could respond Bri was sitting back down at your patio table with an embarrassed pout on her face, and for some reason, you were surprised rather than happy (okay, you were a little happy).

“What happened?” You asked.

“He said he’s seeing someone else,” she scoffed. “Do you know if he even likes blondes? Because I can always dye my hair darker.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think he has a preference.”

The rest of them changed subjects so when your eyes went searching for Joel, you found him standing next to your dad at the grill where he was already looking at you wearing a smile. You smiled at him and then turned your focus back to your friends for the remainder of the afternoon.

Once your friends had left for the night and your dad ended up in a game of dice with his buddies, you realized you needed some time to decompress from all the socializing.

Your dad insisted on cleaning up for you the way you always did for him, so you made your way upstairs intending to lie down for a few minutes.

With your back facing the door as you flipped through a magazine Joel was able to sneak into your room; it was the lock clicking that scared you.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Joel!” You gasped while throwing your magazine at him.

He chuckled hoarsely and leaned against the wall with the doorknob sticking into his back.

“Could at least make a little more noise when you’re following me!”

“The more noise we make the quicker we get caught,” he spoke under his breath.

Your eyes were wide as you took the sight of him in; his skin was beautifully tanned from the Texas sun, his biceps straining against his almost too-small t-shirt, and his jeans hung a little lower than usual.

His glossy eyes lingered on yours as he watched you stand up and check him out. He saw the fear on your face morph into lust, increasing as you walked towards him.

“What’chu nervous for?” He teased after watching your hand fidget with your belly button ring.

You barely heard him, thoughts immersing into thoughts of all the things you wanted him to do to you. “Hmm?”

Even as you got closer to him your eyes couldn’t leave the imprints of his muscles effortlessly flexing against his shirt.

“You play with your piercing every time you get nervous,” he told you after you pressed your body against his.

Ignoring his statement, you stared at the shadow of his collarbone and the light layer of hair coating his chest.

“Look at me,” he cooed, yet you only did it for a second, fueling that same attitude he had at the bar.

He tapped underneath your chin more roughly than you liked, almost like a smack.

But when you looked at his face again you saw that darkness you knew you wanted it like that night again, despite your attempts at hiding it.

Joel could always see past your bullshit.

“You like when I’m mean to you, girl?” He asked. You opened your mouth, ready to omit, but he held a warning finger up. “Don’t. Do not lie to me.”

You swallowed the dryness in your mouth and batted your eyes at him before naively nodding your head. “Yeah,” you said. “I didn’t peg you for the mean type.”

His eyebrows raised in amusement, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “No? But you like it?”

“I fucking love it,” you whispered against his wet lips.

You didn’t need to decompress. You needed to unwind.

“I bet you did, rubbing that needy little pussy all over my leg when I was bruising you up all sweet and blue,” he bullied.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your breath left your body, remembering how good it felt for him to punish you. When you looked at him again you saw an egotistical smirk had plastered itself onto his face.

“Problem s’that you didn’t disobey me tonight, so how could I possibly punish you when you were being such a sweetheart? Sayin’ thank you after opening every one of your gifts and offerin’ to help out.“ His tone was sadistic, taunting…

“Well, it is my birthday…” You said grinning. A heat burned through the pit of your stomach and spilled into your panties. “…and no one’s given me my birthday spankings yet.”

He remained quiet opting to run his hands up your arms until they cradled your face, thumbs stroking your lips and cheeks.

“You gonna count ‘em for me?” He whispered without breaking eye contact.

You smirked and kissed him tenderly. “Yes, sir.”

He pointed at your bed where you went to bend over the edge for him.

His boots softly knocked against the hardwood floor as he paced behind you, pondering in his head how he wanted to proceed.

Despite the curiosity that made you want to turn around and ask him questions, you stayed still and quiet until he gave you your first instruction.

“Take your shorts off.”

You reached for the button and zipper before pushing the denim down until it met your knees on the floor. Your hips wiggling more than necessary.

“No panties?” He said amusedly. You heard his body move behind you so that he became eye level with your ass. “You must’a really wanted that present from me tonight, huh?”

You nodded your head and reached under your stomach, using both hands to spread yourself for him. “I’ve been touching myself all weekend thinking about it.”

Joel stifled a moan at the sight of the creamy precum that revealed itself between your swollen lips.

You flinched and yelped at the sudden feeling of his middle finger spreading your cum around your tight hole making him smile.

“Rub your clit f’me, baby,” he rasped.

Licking your lips you rested your head down on the bed before listening to him; your ring and middle fingers rubbed perfect loops on your bud while your pinkie finger kept your cunt spread for his eyes.

He glanced at your ass which was still marked from his abuse nights prior.

“My God, girl… These my bruises?” He asked wanting to hear your submission.

“No one else I’d let do this to me,” you breathed out.

His calloused hands gripped and massaged your butt for a few quiet moments until a firm smack landed on your left cheek.

His touch left your body as he anticipated a verbal response from you but it took too long for you to compose yourself.

You were just so fucking eager for his fingers to dance around your cunt that you made the mistake of forgetting the arrangement that occurred only two minutes prior.

“I don’t hear you countin’, girl,” he warned.

“Shit,” you whispered, “sorry—“

He interrupted you with another smack, only this one landed on your spread lips.

“Ah!” You yelped, quickly burying your face into your sheets. It stung ruthlessly. “One… And two…”

You couldn’t see it, but you felt the mean smirk on his face burning into the back of your skull. “Take too long t’answer me again… You get the rest on that pretty little pussy a’yours. Understand?”

Your knees braced into the floor as you nodded. “Yes, I understand, Joel.”

“Mm,” he hummed grumpily. “Good.”

Smack.

“Three,” you hissed.

Smack.

“Four…”

Smack!

The pain was starting to get to you in the best way possible.

You knew that for the next week anytime you would sit down on your bruised cheeks you’d remember how Joel took care of you in the way you wanted him to.

One spanking in exchange for one orgasm — that’s how you saw it anyway. He wasn’t into unnecessary punishment, but he went into this knowing he’d find a way to make it worth your while however you saw fit.

Joel only dominated you because you dominated him in every other aspect. When it came to sex he lived to serve you. So if 23 spankings is what you wanted, well then… What kind of man would he be to deny you of that?

By the end of the torture, you didn’t even want to think about sitting down for the next two weeks.

Joel saw your reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet, watching those red and puffy lips curl into a beautiful smile.

“Dunno how much longer we got, girl,” Joel grunted as he stood up. “Best make it quick.”

Your eyes softly close and you bite your lip, giggling and moaning at how his southern drawl sounded especially sexy tonight. He noticed how lazily you were acting and laughed.

“You already fucked stupid?” He said with a small smile.

You turned onto your back, hissing at the pressure on your ass but giggling again at his annoyed tone and pursed lips. “Hmm… Maybe.”

Joel opened his mouth to say something but you raised your feet to rub against the growing bulge in his worn jeans. He watched your bottom lip get stuck between your rows of teeth, shining a drunken smile at him.

“You wanna play around, girl?” He flirted, a crooked show of his grin sending chills throughout your body.

“Wanna feel you, deep…” You let out a strained moan, cunt gripping so tight around nothing your precum slid out.

His fingers slid to the bulky strap of his belt and pulled it from his waist so fast it ended with a snap.

“So pretty like this…” He whispered as he sprung his cock free from its restraints.

Your face warmed with blush and your nipples stiffened at the sight of his dick: so hard it only slightly curved to the right, with a red hot angry tip beaming with a thick droplet of precum.

He leveled with your body and slid into you slowly, not wanting to risk making you moan louder than the walls could handle.

“Need you to be quiet for me, baby,” he whispered, “can ya do that f’me?”

Your eyes were shut, lips still between your teeth as you hummed and mewled. You nodded, looping his curls around the webs of your fingers and legs around his soft waist.

A breathy grunt escaped his mouth. His breath hit just below your ear making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

As his hips softly crashed into yours you felt yourself tensing at the sound of people outside and downstairs. You’d managed to forget your father’s friends were still here, and any one of them could walk upstairs to use the restroom only to hear the soft squeak of your bed frame—your father could.

Joel was just so easy to get lost in. His scent, his pretty smile, his touch… The way his tongue lapped at your neck like a cat would milk. How his hands cradled your waist and thighs. When he’d move his head up just for a moment to look into your heavy eyes.

God, you were a fucking mess.

His cock slid effortlessly against your needy walls, pressing deeply into that perfect spot at an angle you’d never felt before. And fucking hell, you wanted to say his name shamelessly. Scream it and plaster it onto the fucking walls if you could.

You did everything in your power to keep quiet, struggling from how your bruised ass stung even more every time his body crashed into you.

Joel bit the meat on your shoulder to shut himself up. His body yearning to fill you up with his precious seed was almost distracting. Almost.

“Doin’ so good f’me, girl,” he whispered into your chest, the pace increasing. “Might need t’cum.”

“Joel,” you whined, not needing anything more. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your head was thrown back into the mess of your blankets.

The knot in your tummy twisted, curling tightly around itself. You let out too loud of a breath that turned into a moan, but nothing too incriminating.

“Do not make me have to pull out and stop, now,” he rasped before taking two fingers and shoving them into your desperately open mouth.

You choked at the surprise but settled down and bit at his knuckles.

His face pressed into one of your tits as another desperate attempt to keep quiet, but all he had to do was feel you cumming to finish himself. Joel’s cock was sensitive and overwhelmed, and despite his best efforts to keep going for the sake of satisfying you he just couldn’t fucking take it.

You pouted and tried to pull him back in after he slipped from inside you to no avail.

“M’sorry, princess,” he huffed, annoyed with himself. “Can’t handle you sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes but saw the disappointment on his face as he buckled his pants back up.

“Just sneak over tonight,” you flirted, “suck me dry.”

He smirked at your coy smile and slid your bottoms back onto your hips. “I’ll do what I can,” he promised.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, cowboy.”



It had been about a week since your birthday, and Joel did indeed sneak over to give you your well-deserved orgasm, give or take three more.

And his real birthday present was a small Eiffel Tower; he had remembered how you’d always wanted to visit Paris. While he wasn’t the most superstitious or spiritual man he said he’d hope it would bring you good luck with traveling for fashion.

Your dad on the other hand had been quite distant since that night and you wondered if he saw or maybe even heard something that gave your little secret away. Your dirty lies. Had they finally caught up to you?

Or were you just overthinking things? Maybe he’s just been moody or tired or in hermit mode. It could have been lots of things, right?

Needless to say, it was a shock when he called you downstairs as soon as you were done with your shower.

“Hey Dad, what’s up?” You asked as you entered the kitchen.

“You tell me,” he grumbled, eyeing you as you sat down.

“Ummm, the apocalypse is happening and flesh-eating monsters are taking over,” you answered sarcastically. When his facial expression didn’t even change in the slightest you stopped joking. “Uh, I…don’t know…”

“Whose shirt is this?”

A dull brown and red flannel was tossed onto the island and you just knew your face gave you away.

“Dad—“

“Don’t lie to me either,” he said between gritted teeth.

Your father already knew it was Joel’s, you knew that. But he always gave you the opportunity to take accountability for your actions. Not like it made him less mad, it just softened the blow.

“Where did you find it?” You asked, voice shaking.

“Yesterday,” he said after some hesitation, “you were at work for your last day. I was doin’ your laundry and there it was, as plain as day.”

You shut your eyes, a tear of embarrassment rolling down your cheek that you wiped away swiftly. “It’s Joel’s.”

“Why is it here?”

You looked at him with eyes that begged for him to not ask, but his face was hardened.

“Because Joel was here,” you reluctantly answered.

“When.”

“A… A few times.”

“Why?!”

The tension was suffocating; you figured you were already caught so you may as well admit to everything—well, not everything if you could help it.

“Because we’ve been seeing each other,” you said softly, leaning your forehead onto your hand. “Since I got back, we’ve been seeing each other. Sometimes I go there, sometimes he comes here.”

“Since you got back?”

You nodded and faced him again, fighting your tears. It wasn’t that you were sad or worried about what your dad may have done, you just wished you were more honest from the start.

“Yeah,” you answered. “I made the first move. I was trying to get over my boyfriend and… He was there… And it just sort of happened.“

“S’good thing you’re going back to New York soon.”

Your heart sank—had your dad forgotten when you said you were thinking of staying in Austin to stay close? Not just for Joel, but everybody. Your family, your friends, you wanted to be near when Sarah graduated. You missed life in Texas, too much to go back to New York State so soon.

“I—I told you I wanted to stay, that I was thinking of staying close,” you rambled, “did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t forget. You’re not allowed to see him anymore. You in New York makes sure that happens.”

“Wh—not allowed?!” You almost laughed. “I’m twenty-five, I make my own decisions.”

“He’s too old for you,” he said.

You scoffed, standing up. “I’m not some mentally incompetent eighteen-year-old, Dad. I’m a grown woman dating a grown man!”

“Not here! Not when you’re living in my house.”

“Well, then I will just fucking move out!”

You ignored his protests and calls for you, feeling like a grounded teenager all over again.

What you and Joel had was fickle, you knew that. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t built on a foundation, it was hardly dating even though you wanted it to be more.

Your dad would come around someday. Hell, maybe he would have already had you been honest from the start.



“Hey, Sarah, is your dad home?” You stiffly asked.

She frowned at your puffy eyes and red nose, looking over her shoulder before saying, “Uh, n—no, but he’s just runnin’ a bit late from work. Why don’t you come in and wait for him? He should be back any minute.”

“No, that’s okay. I don’t wanna impose. Just tell him to call me when he gets some free time, please?”

“You sure?”

You nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice anymore with how you were choking up from your tears.

Sarah’s shoulders dropped and she insisted you come in. “Come on, it’s starting to rain.”

After a moment of hesitation, you followed her inside after picking your bag up, wiping your nose, and clearing your throat.

Sarah was kind enough to bring you a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down a couple of cushions away.

“Are you breaking up with my dad or something?” She asked after a minute or two.

“What?”

“He told me a couple days ago, but I already figured because I heard him talking to you on the phone a while ago. Something about missing you,” she explained.

“I’m sorry, Sarah, I…” You sighed and looked at your hands. “I wish I was there to tell you.”

“No, that’s okay! I think it’s kinda cool. A little weird, but cool.” She assured. “But are you? Breaking up with him, I mean.”

“No, well at least I hope not,” you chuckled softly. “My father isn’t a very forgiving man.”

“He just wants to protect you. My dad said that’s just what fathers do. I’m sure he’ll come around someday.”

“Thanks, Sarah.”

The lock clicks soon followed by the door creaking open; you and Sarah watch as Joel walks in with empty hands before he notices you sitting on his couch. A look of worry spread across his face.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Sarah chirped while standing up. “She just came by to see us.” Sarah walked into the kitchen to give you some privacy.

Joel sat next to you and gestured at the ground. “Why do you have a bag?”

“Oh, I’m just going to stay with a friend for a few days,” you said.

He nodded reluctantly, sensing your nervousness. “Your dad find out?”

A wave of sadness took over you again, but you managed your tears away better this time. You only offered a nod, nails picking at a loose thread on your jeans.

“Why don’t you stay the night? I was gonna make steak for dinner.”

“I—I don’t wanna… Impose.”

He chuckled. “What d’you mean impose? You’re my girlfriend.”

Letting out a surprised sound, you frowned and looked around the room incredulously while Joel just stared at you anxiously.

“Girlfriend?”

He shrugged, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “Well. You are my girlfriend, right?”

“You never asked,” you laughed.

His eyes were a mix of amusement and surprise. “My apologies, darlin’. Forgive me for not having been gentleman enough.” He takes your hand earning a laugh from you. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“You’re so sappy,” you teased before giving him a peck on the cheek. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”



“I dunno what I’m gon’ do,” you said softly.

You and Joel had been in bed for a couple of hours just talking about everything, with Sarah sound asleep in her room; the three of you had watched one of Joel’s favorite movies and Sarah gave him a fixed watch.

You shifted up to rest on your elbow and looked down at him. “How much longer you think he’ll be mad?”

“I don’t know, princess,” he said after sucking his teeth. “He doesn’t tend to hold grudges but I know he’s more mad at me. F’it’s any consolation.”

You let out a weak chuckle and leaned down to kiss him. His hand cupped your jaw just firm enough to keep you still. Your lips tangled with his, fingers reaching up to clasp his curls; he climbed on top of you carefully, humming on the tip of your tongue.

He began to grind and hump eliciting moans from you both while his right hand got to work beneath your shirt, thumbing the nipple just enough to tickle you.

Your hand snaked between your bodies to find the opening of his boxers; you pulled his velvety cock out and pumped it gently whilst not bothering to touch yourself as your panties were already pooling.

Your heart ached with so much pain and at the same time so much love. You needed Joel. In every fucking way possible for as long as you’d be blessed to have him.

His lips broke free from yours to greet your neck, then your collarbone, before planting around your now exposed breast.

You exhaled at his warm tongue swirling saliva around your peaked bud, sending waves of shivers down your arching spine.

“Joel,” you whispered leaning into his gentle touch.

With a throbbing clit and a slippery cunt you felt weak beneath him. You were enamored with pleasure that it overtook your body. You couldn’t control your breathing or your trembling. Hand awkwardly shifting around his shaft.

He took your other nipple into his hot mouth, shirt bunched around your arching neck. With daunting hands he traced the hem of your panties, pulling at them carefully.

He sat on his knees to undress your legs, adjusting so his cock lined up with your entrance. He slid in slowly, knowing the lack of foreplay could ruin this.

But it didn’t.

Your walls burned with a stretch so delicious it set your skin on fire. It took everything in you to not moan as loudly as your body begged to.

A soft gasp only leaving your lips, your head lolling back, eyes clenching shut… Yeah. Joel knew how to fucking work you.

Your walls clung to him fearing even just a moment of loss. His eyes burned into your feverish skin, watching the rise and fall of your chest and stomach as you took in deep breaths.

“You feel so good,” he whispered into your collarbone, placing a sloppy kiss on it afterward. “I lo—“

A pause in his voice made your eyes fly open; his hips stuttered the same way his voice did signaling something was wrong.

Joel’s heart punched against yours, but he kept grinding into you like he hadn’t spoken at all. Oh, but all the worry was written in his eyes.

“Joel?” You softly asked between moans.

He took in the softness of your hands cradling his uneven stubble. He hummed and kissed the meat of your palm before biting it gently.

You fought the nerves in your voice. Everything inside your body screamed that this was wrong, yet as you looked into his eyes your heart swelled with admiration for the man that helped you find pieces of yourself again.

“I love you too,” you finally said.

He stopped moving his body against yours and he just stared at you. He was conflicted with whether or not you said that only because he almost did.

But when you said it again and tightened your legs around his waist to affirm it he gave you a gentle kiss, finding his tongue bumping into yours along the way. Pulling back, Joel finished his sentence.

“I love you.”

“You love me?” You teased.

But his face remained serious, eyes boring into yours.

After a few more silent seconds Joel laid his head into the curve of your neck and began riding into you again. Hips rolling into you, breath hitting your neck, and hands gripping the sheets.

Your body was hot as molten lava, melting into the mattress. Joel felt so safe, so beautifully safe. Safe enough to say, “I love you,” in his ear over and over again, his voice overlapping yours with the same words.

He took care of you that night. Letting you immerse yourself into enjoying every damn thing he gave you. His grunts staggered and turned into short hisses of pain as you bit into his shoulder to keep quiet. That’s what fueled him: the pain of your undying desire.

He reached deeper inside of you than he ever dared to before, reaching reaching reaching to find your soul and bear all commitment to it. To serve you, as his gravelly voice whispered, “I fucking live for you.”

“I love you, Joel,” you responded. “It’s you and me. Forever. Us against the world.” A tear made its way from your eye to his forehead.

He kissed the trail the tear left and repeated you. “Us against the world.”

It was just sex talk — usually is, but Joel always knew what words would just make you fucking cum. Those words dripped from his lips like a poisonous honey for you to lap up and savor.

He wanted you cumming all over his sheets cock to fucking mean something. To permeate his love anywhere it could stain.

Joel had started to cum just a second before you did, forcing him to let out a moan. You held his head to your chest while he cradled your back.

Your head buzzed the same way it would when you got high, only it felt better. Quieter. More immersive. Your back arched into his touch and the rolling of his hips kept you in that limbo. Not here nor there. You were right where you needed to be, whatever that fucking meant.

You managed to keep quiet a little better than him, giggling softly when he just plopped down onto you after you had both come down.

He stayed like that for a few minutes while you just stroked the curls by his ear, his other one listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he cooed, and just as he finished dressing his phone began to ring. He just answered it as he walked to the bathroom, letting you rest some more. A few minutes later, he came back and wiped wherever you asked. “I gotta go help Tommy real quick with somethin’. W’ya stay here, keep an eye and ear out for Sarah?” He asked.

“Yeah, for sure. Be safe.”

You shared a kiss with him again before looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Shit. 11:32 PM.

“Joel?” He looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Happy Birthday,” you said with a smile.

“Thank you, princess.”

-

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#pedro pascal #joel miller #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #tlou smut #tlou

[guoduxass]

Max Verstappen 💙

Warnings:Angst?

Max Verstappen's shoulders slumped as he exited the pit garage, the weight of a disappointing race lingering on his mind. The media speculated about his performance, but what they didn't see were the struggles he faced off the track – the personal battles with his father and the strained relationships within his family.

His best friend, Y/N, noticed the change in Max's demeanor. Sensing his unease, she approached him with a concerned look. "Hey, Max, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Max hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up. "It's not just about the race, Y/N. Things at home have been tough, especially with my dad."

Y/N listened attentively as Max unraveled the complexities of his family dynamics. She offered words of understanding, encouragement, and reassurance that she was there for him. In the midst of the heartfelt conversation, Max, overwhelmed by his emotions, unexpectedly snapped at Y/N.

"Why do you even care? You don't understand what it's like to be in my shoes!" Max's outburst left Y/N stunned, hurt by the sudden hostility.

Confusion etched across her face, Y/N couldn't fathom why Max would lash out after sharing such personal struggles. As Max stormed away, regret immediately settled in, but pride prevented him from acknowledging his mistake in the heat of the moment.

Alone in his thoughts, Max grappled with the realization that he had hurt the person closest to him. He replayed the scene in his mind, understanding that his issues with his father had unjustly spilled over onto Y/N.

Fueled by a desire to make amends, Max mustered the courage to visit Y/N's apartment. Apologies tumbled out of his mouth like a cascade of regret, each word an admission of guilt. Y/N, still wounded, listened as Max confessed the deep-seated issues that had fueled his irrational outburst.

But the turning point came when Max, eyes softened with sincerity, confessed another truth – his feelings for Y/N. "I care about you more than anything, Y/N. I love you," Max admitted, his vulnerability breaking down the walls that had momentarily stood between them.

Y/N, taken aback by the sudden confession, felt a whirlwind of emotions. "Max, why did you snap at me? Why didn't you just tell me how you felt?" she asked, her voice a mix of frustration and confusion.

Max, realizing the gravity of his actions, reached out to Y/N, gently cupping her face. "I messed up, Y/N. I was scared, and I didn't want you to see that side of me. But I can't hide from you anymore. I need you."

As the weight of Max's confession settled between them, the atmosphere shifted. The tension gave way to a shared understanding, and in that moment of vulnerability, Y/N reciprocated Max's feelings. Their lips met in a heated kiss, a passionate exchange that bridged the gap between regret and forgiveness.

In the warmth of each other's arms, Max and Y/N discovered that love could heal wounds, even those inflicted in the heat of the moment. The road to redemption had begun, and as they navigated the twists and turns of their newfound connection, they both understood that sometimes, opening up and facing vulnerability was the key to building something beautiful.

Y'all I love writing angst but if you would like something else please just leave a request in the comments.😘 Byeee.

#f1 one shot #f1 angst #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 max verstappen #f1 fanfic #f1

[iluvshinytwink]

Always Forever

"You and me, always forever, we could stay alone forever. You and me, always forever say you'll stay, never be separate."

Scenario: Jude gives you a promise ring when he first left England for Dortmund to promise you that he'll always be there even in another country. When England reached it's unfortunate end in the World Cup, Jude goes back home to England to find you still wearing the ring.

Song: Always Forever by Cults

(A long one before i go talk shit about my classmates at school with my baddies again 🤭)

"I'm sorry about the match, baby." you said trying to comfort your boyfriend who got knocked out the World Cup by defending champions, France. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault, you know." Jude chuckled, smiling at his phone. "I was just trying to comfort you." you rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, I'm upset we're out but i'm so happy I finally get to go home, to you." He said to the camera. "Cringee!" You shouted to your phone, showing your hand with your thumbs down. Jude cocked his head back in laughter. "Not you binge watching Hallmark movies for that one line." you laughed. "Fine, I guess I won't be coming home to you." Jude threatened. "We both know that's bullshit." you pointed at him. He shook his head with a smile. "The plane's about to board, see you later baby." He said, pulling his mask up. "Okay, love you!!" You declared, kissing your camera with over exaggerated kissing noises. Jude stared at his camera with a smile. "Jude, do it back." you said in the middle of your goofy kissing noises. "No, I'm in public!" he whisper-shouted. "JUDE, I LOOK STUPID IN MY ROOM." You said quickly before making more kissing noises. "That's your fault, bozo." Jude giggled. "JUDE!" You said once more. Jude playfully sighs before kissing his phone with a 'mwah'. "Thank you, was that so hard?" You rolled your eyes. "Yes, because I'm in front of professional footballers." Jude said. Jude had his phone near his hip as he was boarding the private plane with the rest of the England squad. "Bye, bae!" You said, trying to catch his attention. "Byeee." he whispered before you ended the call and hope he has a safe flight.

You took your phone from your stand before letting yourself fall on your bed. You sighed to yourself, knowing that by tomorrow your boyfriend was finally going back home. Emotions swirled around your mind, your body. You were nervous, scared even, yet you were excited and happy. One thing these emotions gave you was a rapidly beating heart. You raised your hand to your face, looking at the piece of metal hugging your finger. Before Jude went to Germany for Dortmund, he gave you a promise ring. To promise that he'll always be with you even if he wasn't physically there. To promise you that he was always gonna be there for you. A small but meaningful promise that was fulfilled even if he was so many kilometers away from you. You stare at it for what felt like hours. Your blank mind finally drifts into the memory of when you first got the ring.

"Here, happy birthday." Jude says, pulling out a box out of his pocket. "My birthday isn't even today, bitch ass." Your eyebrows ruffled looking at him with a confused expression. "Well, advance happy birthday." He rolled his eyes. "My birthday is in like 6 months." You said. "Oh my days, just take it." Jude laughed. "I still get a gift on my birthday, right?" You giggled, opening the box. You gasped softly upon seeing two rings. "I know I'll be away for God knows how long and I.. just wanted to give you something." He smiled but shyly putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "How sweet of you, you're gonna make me cry." You said with a bright smile, taking out the ring and examining it with utmost admiration. "I know, I'm such a heartache." Jude said, putting his hand on his chest jokingly. You slipped the ring on your finger, raising your arm to the sky as you looked at it with glittering eyes. Jude took the other ring from the box and slipped it in his finger. He raised his arm to the air, placing it near your arm. "You're gonna wear that ring on you at all times, okay?" You said. "That applies to you too." Jude smiles.

A small smile curled your lips. You couldn't help but feel this amount of serotonin every time you look at the ring. You placed your phone on your bed stand before finally drifting to sleep, tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.

Jude on the other hand was looking out the window, just like you-- emotions swirled him. He was nervous yet ecstatic. Every time he thought about finally meeting up with you again he couldn't help but smile childishly with a racing heart. He finally closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.

Time Check: 4:08 pm

Incoming call . . .

Jude 🖤

You instantly picked up the phone. "Hey!" You greeted. "Hi!" Jude greeted back. Just by the tones anyone could point out that both of you were excited, like 7th graders calling their friends about their sleepover. "I wasn't gonna tell you when I arrive but I arrive 6:30pm at the airport." Jude says. "Wait, what. Why weren't you gonna tell me?" You asked. "I don't know, to fuck with you." Jude laughed. "Oh, fuck off." You insulted. "Are ya prettying up for me?" Jude cooed. "Lower the ego, dickhead!" You shouted. Jude laughs in response. "I'll pretty up for you too." Jude says. "You better.. I better not be the only one putting this much effort." You grumbled. "So you are prettying up for me!" Jude cackles. "Fuck off, Bellingham!" You shouted, ending the call. You chuckled to yourself, knowing damn well he was right. Jude smiled at his phone. "Jude, mate. You've been smiling so much these past hours, you alright?" Trent chuckled at his friend. "Just excited to go back home." He replied. "Soo, you being excited to going home is kissing your phone and saying 'baby' to it?" Trent said, trying his best to hide his laugh. "Oh, goddamnit.." Jude whispered.

Time Check: 6:23 pm

You were currently standing in the middle of the airport, staring at your phone, waiting for a phone call or a text message. You looked at the time your phone displayed and decided you should call him. You went into your contacts and dialed your boyfriend's phone number. Holding your phone to your ear, you waited. After a few rings, the phone picked up. "Hey! Have you landed yet?" You asked. "Yeah. We just did, I'm roaming around to find you right now." Jude said in the other line. "Really? W-Where are you?" You said, excitedly. You looked around you to see if your boyfriend was anywhere near. "To be honest, I don't know." Jude laughs. You didn't respond, you were too busy to check if you'd seen him. Your eyes wander around and finally stop when you spot him. A bright smile tugged your lips, heart already racing. "Okay, let me find you- you might get even more lost." You chuckled, ending the call. In your view, you saw Jude stare at his phone when you hung up, an annoyed expression on his face. You slowly approached him, not trying to be found. Jude pressed buttons on his phone, he was dialing you.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, annoyed by the sound you picked it up. "Don't hang up on me! Can you tell me your surroundings?" Jude said, looking around. At this point you were inches behind him. "Yeah, sorry." You said, trying to hide your giggle. "Uhh, I see someone's back wearing a blue jacket, looking incrediblely stupid right now." You explained. "Wait, huh?" Jude said. "Yeah, but he looks really handsome!" You laughed. Jude quickly looked behind him to see you holding your phone to your ear, smiling. Jude let out an 'oh' before running to you.

You couldn't even blink! When you opened your eyes, his entire body hugged yours. He swayed your body left to right as he rambled about how much he missed you. "You've gotten so fast! I think I almost pissed myself." You laughed before returning the hug. Jude laughed before letting you go to get a good look of you. "You really prettied up for me, didn't you?" Jude smiled. "Shut up." You groaned. Jude took your hands, letting his fingers slip into yours. "Your hands are still so soft." He said in a whisper. He began examining them, realizing you still wore your ring after all these years. You looked at his hands, noticing his ring was gone.

"You're still wearing it." Jude said almost in awe. "Yeah, I always keep my promise." You said, a little upset. When the both of you promised you'd wear the rings, you always applied it and it made you sad that he didn't apply it too. Jude looked at your face, noticing an upset expression. Jude let go of your hands, reaching near his neck. Confused, you looked at him. Underneath his jacket, a chain wrapped around his neck and in the middle- the ring. "Did you really think I'd break my promise?" He chuckled. "You asshole!" You gasped. He laughs. "It got a little too small on me." He explained.

"I'd never break my promise." He whispered, engulfing you into a hug once more. "You better not." You returned the hug.

This was way longer than i expected but whatever, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it! Sorry for the many used of smile though D; Thank you for the love you've All given me!! I'll be posting more small oneshots just for you delulus MAKE SURE TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE !!!

#iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #Spotify

[lunicho]

hii hope ur doing well today hh <3 i was watching some bnd videos and….. can we pls talk about jaehyun….. jaehyunnie….. puppy 😞 i can’t stop thinking abt overstimulating him till he can’t think straight pls he’d be the cutest sub :( n he’d be so messy too, i can see him sobbing n trembling whenever he’s in ur mouth and he tries so hard to be good but he cannot help but cum bc he feels so !!!!!!, moving his hips so desperately but he’d apologize so quickly too pls how could u not forgive him </3 it’s so early and i’m alr daydreaming abt him byeee

— 🫧

(send bnd asks to @angeltsan)

hii 🫶 im in a pretty good mood cuz i actually slept rlly good. hope u had or are having a wonderful day !!

sub jaehyun :(( he's the cutest,, cries so easily too. he gets desperate so fast so the moment he's close to cumming he's begging u to let him release and he's such a good boy so you let him ofc but what he doesn't expect is for u to keep going,, he wanted to cum so bad so maybe he should do it again? he's already so squirmy so you gotta be prepared for him to be even worse when he's overstimulated,, he just loses it a little and tears would stream down his face and his voice would be even raspier than usual,, i feel like he also loves to hold ur hand or some part or ur clothing or at least have his hand on ur thigh or smth,, whatever it is he's gonna grip onto u so hard when u do this to him. when u take him into ur mouth he just about passes out,, he'd be mindlessly babbling and he might even put his hand on ur head/in ur hair so if u told him not to touch u that's gonna be another thing he has to apologize for but he just doesn't know what to do with his hands!!! and he'd be mindlessly babbling so much he would be so out of control :( but that's the way he loves it,, he's definitely the type of sub that's not bratty on purpose,, he'd do everything out of pure desperation,, he didn't mean to cum so fast his body just got ahead of him,, he didn't mean to put his hands in your hair he just couldn't figure out another way to express what he was feeling,, he didn't mean to sob so hard but ur making him feel too good :(

#bunny chats <3 #🫧 anon #its so cute how u send asks #its like u sign on at the beginning and sign off at the end #it feels like im reading a cute blog post #ur like hii #and then byee #cutieee 😭😭😭 #kpop smut #boynextdoor hard thoughts #boynextdoor hard hours #bnd jaehyun smut #boynextdoor jaehyun smut #bnd smut imagines #bnd smut #boynextdoor smut

[renjouu]

Hiiiii! If it’s not to much trouble would u consider writing a txt fic with Lee:Soobin and Ler:Yeonjun? I thought of this one scenario with them where Soobin let out a rlly weird laugh and Yeonjun thought it was cute even tho Soob hated it so yeonjun decided to make him laugh again with t-words! Okay that’s it byeee!!!

— A Unique Laughter —

positions: ler! yeonjun x lee! soobin

warnings: tickle fic

renjouu note - thank you for requesting, i apologize this came out extremely late as i took a break off this app !

soobin and yeonjun have been watching funny videos after practicing for the last weeks now, it helps them relieve the stress on their backs and not be so worried about upcoming tours and stuff.

the group has been severely busy since they been planning their comeback recently, and the members haven’t gotten much rest since then.

however, their manager was nice enough to give them a day off, which of course the group was relieved. a single day off during this period meant a lot to them.

and that’s how we got here, the two oldest members of the group watching funny videos. soobin has been really stressed lately, especially since he’s the leader, which means he has slightly more work than the others. so to cheer him up, yeonjun decided to watch videos with him.

the two were having a good time, laughing every then and there, until one specific clip came up, which made the leader kind of break into a laughter the oldest has never heard before.

yeonjun looked at him with a slight smile, “what was that?” he asked as he watched soobin’s face turn a slight pink out of embarrassment.

he has never let out that kind of laugh to his members before, and why was yeonjun the first to hear it? he’s definitely gonna be teased later on.

“…you didn’t hear that, right?” soobin asked quietly, afraid to even make contact with the older.

“oh, no. i most certainly heard that.” yeonjun replied, making soobin hide his face from embarrassment. he hates when he laughs like that.

the oldest noticed soobin’s action, “don’t tell me your embarrassed about it? your laugh just then was so cute!”

“it really wasn’t…” soobin mumbled while his face was buried in his arms.

“it really was, can i hear it again?”

the leader was shocked at the sudden request and stared at him blankly, “what?”

“i wanna hear that again!”

“…why?”

“because it’s cute!”

soobin could not believe his ears, yeonjun thought his laugh just now was…cute?

“hey, don’t tell me i have to make you laugh.” yeonjun spoke, raising an eyebrow.

the leader knew where this was going, and he was certainly not ready for his downfall.

“l-let’s just finish watching the video…i’m sure the laugh will come out again, if you want to hear it..” soobin responded, stuttering his words.

the oldest shrugged and continued watching the funny videos with soobin.

5 minutes have passed and the leader was not cracking, the other was getting slight impatient as he knew soobin just used this excuse to get away from whatever the older was planning.

a few more minutes began to pass by and the video soon ended. sure, soobin giggled here and there, but it wasn’t the laughter yeonjun was searching for. he has just had enough with the leader.

“okay, that’s it. i’m gonna make that unique laughter come out of you one way or another!” yeonjun said as he grabbed soobin and pulled him closer.

the older’s hands latched at the leader’s sides, who jumped at the sudden contact.

“wait wait wait—!” soobin protested, but before he knew, he felt thumbs digging into his sides.

he couldn’t help but laugh, “hyuhung wahahait!”

“no, i’ve waited until that video ended to hear your laugh! but it didn’t come out…i wonder why?”

“plehehease—! why do yohohou wahant to hear ihihit!”

“it was so cute! now, where do i have to tickle you to get that laugh out again?”

“nohoho whehehere!” soobin tried to get ahold of yeonjun’s hands, but the boy was fast to dodge.

“hyuhuhung!” the leader laughed out loud as he felt tickly fingers go near his hips.

the moment yeonjun’s fingers went near soobin’s hip bone, is where he finally got his victory.

“ahAHA-!” soobin jerked away and realized the older staring at him with his eyes wide open, and then that’s when he himself realized that weird laughter came out again.

before the leader could even process what was happening, yeonjun pounced forward at him and attacked that certain spot.

“pleHEHEASE!” the boy thrashed around but the other was still clinging onto him.

“your laugh is so cute soobin-ah!” yeonjun couldn’t help but smile every time he heard that specific laugh coming out of the leader. although it sounded weird for soobin, the older definitely loved hearing it.

“STOPSTOPSTOP!”

“ok but just…one more!”

“AHAHA—!”

now let’s just say, what yeonjun said was most definitely a lie. of course he wanted to hear soobin’s laughter more!

#kpop tickle #tickle fanfic #tickle fic #tomorrow x tomorrow #txt tickle

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hii l just wanted to say that I am a HUGE FAN of your fanfiction and l loved it to bits your writing is just amazing and I honestly really like it plus being an author myself ur writing gave me some pointers Soo I call that a win and I've..... for the first time made fan art for something....as a person who mostly draws OCs it was weird but yea loved it lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS of Kudos ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I am working on an Animatic with some drawing study of the silly boi I'll tell ya when it's done I'm only finished with the draft for now lol any way it's gotten pretty long apologies and byeee

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.Canab out.

this is so SWEET WAAAAAAA thank you so much ;w; It makes me so incredibly happy to hear that you enjoy my silly story and that it could help you in your own adventures in writing. That's the highest honor an author could have. Thank you so much 🩵

and omg an animatic?!?!? YOU'RE TOO KIND!!! the fact you even wanna make one makes me happy beyond belief YOU'RE SO SWEET THANK U 🩵🩵🩵

#ya'll are so sweet and kind omg #thank u friend 🩵 #if you ever feel like sharing i'd love to see it! #TNV asks

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

byeee im goimg crazy over dallas accidentally hurting his partners feelings and the reader walking away because theyre mad at him, then after a few days of no contact, him going to their bedroom window and the minute they open it drowning them in apologies (maybe not super heartfelt because its dallas after all) and kissing them and staying overnight and KSKSIIWIWUXNJSI i meed him

He's really such a softie ya know

He'll stand down in your front yard, hand stuffed in his pockets as he glances up at your window, muttering apologies under his breathe that you make him repeat once or twice because he's all the way down there, say it so I can hear you, Dallas which ya know, makes him a little frustrated and so he gets a little snappy but you can hear the apologetic undertone to his words so of course you let him sneak inside and spend the night lying in your bed and he's just happy as can be cause he sure thought he wrecked things between the two of you-

#dillo’s replies

[peekaboo-icyou]

Make up or make out?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 of new person

Wilbur was stressing out in a flower shop about what to get you since he wanted to get you something amazing to make it up to you “f/f are her favorite but so are f/f do they go together?” He bites his nails “need some help sir?” “Oh uh yes please” Wilbur turns around and looks at the guy “so what are you looking for?” He looks at the worker “oh I’m looking for an apology gift for my girlfriend” the worker raises their eyebrow “what did you do?” Wil looks angry and confused “what’s that got to do with flowers” “well if you did a super bad thing then it needs to look more like y’know more work was put into it like your really sorry so like her favorite color flowers then her favorite flowers with tons of baby’s breath to fill spaces” Wil starts to bite his nails again “would you say not being completely honest with her about my job and lied about being broke and making her lose her business by doing so is really bad” the worker looks at him like he’s almost impressed “I didn’t know someone could fuck up that bad ummm yeah I think you need the giant flower arrangement I was talking about”

After paying for the flowers he heads down to a jewelry store and buys you a f/g (favorite gem) ring and necklace he then calls you it rings a few times before you pick up “hello?” “Hi love” “hi wilbur” his heart hurts used to you calling him cute nicknames you made for him “would you like to come over to my um house tonight for a little movie date” he hears you mumble a bit before you speak but he didn’t hear what it was about “I-I suppose I can but I’m guessing you don’t actually live in a tiny apartment like you said so can I have your address” his head breaks even more “oh um yes love I’ll text it to you” he texts it to you “okay sent, bye love I’ll see you then I lov-“ “yeah byeee” you hang up on him and he sighs “why couldn’t I just have told her the truth from the start” he calls his driver and goes home

He sets up your favorite foods and fluffy pillows and blankets along with you favorite movies and the flowers and jewelry he got you he makes everything absolutely perfect and homey looking and he also bought you both matching pjs with your favorite cartoons on the pants

He is almost finished setting up when he hears the door bell ring he quickly rushes to the door and opens it to see you in your cute sweater and skirt “hi love you look amazing” you smile but not the smile you used to give him it was the smile you would give a stranger after they had complimented you “thank you” he lets you in and leads you to the living room and hands you the matching pjs for you to put on “oh um these are cute” you do the smile again “the bathroom is down that hallway” after a few minutes you come back out “oh love you look adorable” he sees you blush a bit and it gives him some hope that you don’t completely hate him

Once you settled down on the cozy couch he grabbed something from behind it “I have a few gifts for you” he saw your face drop and immediately began worrying “I-I know I can’t buy your love back I just wanted to get you a few things to kinda help pay you back because I took advantage of you and got to deep into my act that I hurt you and I feel horrible about it and I want you to know I am so so sorry and love you very much” your face softens “I-“ he interrupts you “shh I know what your going to say I understand” you smash your lips into his and cup his face with your hands his eyes go wide and he slowly closes his eyes and melts into the kiss

After awhile you both pull away “you have no idea how much I missed that” you smile “I-I thought your whole soft boy personality was all an act to get me to fall for you but I’m glad that it’s actually you I was scared you were going to be this mean cold guy after you told me the truth” he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear “well am I some mean cold guy?” you giggle “not at all” “now let me give you your presents because you deserve to be spoiled”

He hands you the giant bouquet “jeez you went all out” he smiles “well I didn’t know if you would get mad and throw wine on me” you giggle and then he hands you a very fancy looking box “oh how fancy~” you gasp when you open the box “it’s beautiful! I love them!” You put the ring on and he helps you put the necklace on “thank you thank you” you hugs him “well just 2 more things” he hands you a fluffy green dinosaur stuffy and it’s heavy you gasp “I know you love your stuffed animals and I know you you love your weighted blankets so I got you a weighted stuffed animal” you hug it tightly “I love him!” He smiles “I’m going to name him pickle!” Wilbur laughs and realizes he missed this so much more then he thought he knew he missed you a lot but not this much “and um all the money I uh took from you to make my act seem a little real plus a little more for your cafe” he hands you an envelope “it should have 5 mil” you gasp “but I only gave you a couple thousand” he smiles “well you need it more then I do and I figured I should pay you for your troubles” you giggle “my troubles?” He pokes your nose “yup” you hug him and after a few moments of silence “so how would you like to move in with me” you look at him with a face that says seriously and pull away from him “yeah no” he pouts “but why not” you look down and play with your fingers he puts his hand on your shoulder “you can tell me…” you look at him “I just don’t really trust you that much anymore” his heart breaks “I-I understand, what can I do to win you back?” He holds your hands in his “I’ll but you anything you want please just take me back….” You frown and look at him “Wil you can’t just buy someone’s love…” he looks at you with teary eyes “but please love I’ll do anything” you hold his hands “then show me that with affection or I don’t know words or um small dates like picnics” he smiles “that’s something I can definitely do love thank you so much for giving me another chance” he leans in and you lean back “you have to earn that mr” he frowns

Idk if u should do a part 5 so if you want one request ideas for it plssss

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[nevasora]

Yandere!Jade leech X FloydGF!Reader X Yandere!Floyd Leech PT.2

part 1

"sigh... yesterday was really awkward" you say with a tired face while slouching on your desk,in front of you was floyd,he silently braiding your hair while listening to your complain

"right~ ..I don't know he will at home that night,usually he's at azul home when i came.." answer floyd,you just look up at floyd from your current position and nod a little

"but,your brother is quite polite ,very different from you.." you say.

hearing this floyd pouting and annoyed "do you like my brother or what?" you shake your head a little "that's not what i mean,i love you flo,i just stating the fact.." "ouch.. it's hurts, you're so cruel angelfish~" floyd said with a playful tone while kissing your braided hair and grinning

not long after that,the school bell chime indicating the class will start "okaay~ before class started,give me my morning kiss and squeezeee~~" said floyd looking at you expectantly

with that,you got up from your seat and go to floyd seat,you kiss his lips passionately and hug him ,and floyd return the gesture,after about 5 minutes or so, your lip part away from floyd lip and floyd smiling happily "yeayy~ let's go home together angelfish~" said floyd,you nodded and go back to your seats, not so long a lot of students come in and then the teacher,after that classes started like usual.

---Timeskip a little---

the bell is chime so you pack your stuff into your bag and get ready for going home,and look at floyd.

floyd looking at his phone with a furrowed eyebrows

'it seems he can't walk to home with me..' you thought,you tap on his shoulder and floyd look at you with sad expression

"babeeee~,the basketball club need me to training right now,they say they need me for competition next weeks.." he said,you pat his head and smile a little

"it's fine Floyd,we can walking home together when you finished with your competition" floyd then hugging you tightly like a child who is afraid of losing his mother

"..hey,angelfish,if you see jade.. it's better if you just walk away and pretend don't see him,if he's talk to you, don't answer him,just ignore him..can you..do this for me?" floyd look up at you in his position with worried and sad eyes

"i.. hm,alright,you don't have to worry" you said while patting his head,with that floyd let go of you and get up then kiss your lips before run away to outside of the class

"okaay~ bye byeee angelfish~ love yaaa~" he said waving with a grin on his face leaving you blushed mess because of sudden kiss

"seriously..that guy.. sigh,love you too floyd.." you shake your head a little ,and smile while watching floyd run

not long after floyd go out to basketball court,you go out from your class and walking toward the exit of the campus while check your phone for any notification not realizing someone or something in front of you,with that you bump into it and fell on the butt

"ugh..shit.. I'm sorry,i was careless and didn't see you" you bow your head and starting to look at the something or someone you bump,it was someone,you relief when you think of apologizing first,but then you froze when you see who is that person.

jade leech,a brother of floyd leech your current boyfriend,he look at you and smile

"it's fine, I didn't hurt that much,but..are you okay?"

you cursing yourself,just a moment ago you promise to floyd for not doing any interact with his brother and then here you are bumping,apologizing and talking to him,sweat started to form from you skin

"I... I'm fine,if you're fine then please excuse me,i need to go,once again.. i'm sorry" you bow once again and try to walk to avoid him,but then he grab your wrist making you startled

"ah..sorry if i was startling you,i was wondering something, you're y/n right? is floyd not walking you home?" jade said with a polite tone,you just look at him, although he say it with a polite tone,you can see his eyes like scanning you for something and that's make you uncomfortable

"floyd has a training schedule on his club,so he can't go home with me" you said

jade smiling,why was he smiling? you wonder

"is that so,may i replace floyd for taking you home?"

you look at him speechless, well you think maybe jade just try to be polite ,but then again,you think there is some meaning into that offer, you try to avoiding any troubles will come,so you shake your head and said it with a firm tone

"no,sorry.. you can't replace floyd,i'm fine walking home alone"

jade look at you with a bit surprised expression

"sorry, I didn't mean another way,i'm just worried something happened to you when you walk to your home,if that's happened and something really happened to you, I can't face floyd, after all you're his first 'girlfriend' " he said,and you look at him searching any lie on his face or expression,when you found none you just sigh a little and then agreed to him reluctantly

"fine..just until near my home then"

jade nod and let go of your wrist

"well then,shall we go now?" he ask,you nod and start walking to your home.

while walking home together,jade somehow manage to side glanced at you,grinning on his heart

'...why her? she's plain,magicless, I don't see why floyd really obsessed with her..' he tought

"y/n,how can you two become together?" he ask,you look at him and tilted your head a little to the side "pardon?" you ask again.

"ah..i mean,you and floyd,i wonder how can you manage to make my brother fell in love with you?" he answered and ask again,you look at him a little and back to look at your front.

it is fine right to tell him? he's his brother ,so you guess that it's not will hurt to tell him about you and floyd

"hm..i meet with floyd first in class for sure,but that's not what makes us close,in fact we are started to become close when i found him in the back of university building injured from head to toe like a beaten pulp" you said while trying to remember your first meeting with him.

-- flashback --

"sigh..the cafeteria is always so noisy, I can't go to rooftop either because it's prohibited..i need place for relieving my stress ..." you mumble,stressing over the past few days of your boyfriend behaviour and your class .

it's been 2 months you decide to become a girlfriend of (bf/n),he's sweet and kind,you like him,but maybe because of the upcoming exams,he's starting to cold,you just hope that he's comeback to his usual self,so you didn't disturb him for a while.

you walk to the back of university building,hoping there is no one there,but it seems your luck is at the rock of bottom,you meet with someone,injured from head to toe,thinking he's dead.

'a gang?' you tought.

at first you didn't want to involve yourself with him,but then you heard a grumble sound from that person

"..ugh.." ,with just that you flinched and look back at that person,he's alive, you sigh then walk approached him.

"hey,are you okay?" you ask,you want to punch yourself right now,you clearly saw him injured,how can you still ask that silly question

"...." opening his eyes he's furrowed his eyebrows "none of your buss—ugh" he said while holding his injuries.

you just sigh again,you take a bandage from your bag and an alcohol for injuries,well you have those items on your bag because you are a part of health community and need to carried those around.

"stay still.." you say while trying to treat his injury, unexpectedly he's really stay still,maybe it's because he's really need this treatment.

"don't you know about me?" he ask,and you shrugged,you side glanced at him and focusing yourself again to treat him.

"i know,floyd leech,a delinquent who always make trouble wherever he goes.." you say making floyd wondering

"then why are you still..ugh..helping me?" he asked again,you sigh hearing his questions

"what kind of a community of health member when they see a student injured and just leave? I'm just doing my duty.." you answer making floyd silent and just looking at you

for Floyd you are the first person who treat his injury like this,none of the community of health member dare to treat him,they always tremble or flinch and make him annoyed, when you finish the treatment floyd look at his neat bandage on his hand

"i just can do this for precautions measure,you still need to go to hospital,i'm afraid you have internal wounds" you said explaining to him while placing your bandage and alcohol to your bag

"and..throw this away to the trash bin,you can do that at least,right?" you said ordering him while pointing at the cotton with blood stain that used before for treating his wound,making floyd taken aback by your order

"did you just ...ordering me?" he ask and you nod

"well, yes ..since i'm finished here,i will go"

you said while turn yourself and try to leave the place,you hear he's chuckling but brush it aside and walk away from the scene

when you out of sight, Floyd laughing hard because of previous event,he can't believe someone dare to order him,well except azul and jade that is

"sigh... welp,i guess i need to throw this out..by the way,who is she again?" he ask to himself trying to remember if he's ever meet her,but because before he didn't have any interest with her,he didn't remember her,now he's interested he will search who is she

---end of flashback---

"well,after that i meet floyd at class and floyd notice me,he comes to me and start talking to me since then.." you say ,jade listening to your story seriously,to jade that was ordinary meeting and didn't see what makes it interesting,well except you ordering floyd without a flinch ,i guess that is the point that makes floyd love you? who knows

"i see.." he mumbles,while jade still thinking ,you tap on his arm

"excuse me,i will go alone from here on,thank you for walking me home" you say while bowing politely to him and walk away from him

jade nod a little and and stare at your figure that began to fade away from his sight , no matter how hard he's think,he still can't find what makes you that interesting,floyd seems obsessed with you,or maybe it's just for a while? maybe floyd will bored at you and let you go? how long will your relationship with floyd last?

"it maybe won't last long.." he say mumbling and walking away to go home,but how wrong jade think right now,your relationship with floyd will not finish soon that is,and jade will think twice or thrice for that.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Chris Loves Love part 5

Time skip. (five months)

Chris's pov.

it's been the best five months getting to know Emily just how i want too. None of this rush into something we both don't want too.

I am in the middle of walking dodger when Em facetimes me. I smile as i pick up. "Hey Em"

"hey Chris! How are ya?"

"I'm great just walking dodger." I pan the camera to dodger.

"Aww Dodger hi buddy Give him a hug for me please" "I will Em, how's LA?"

"Oh it's La, loud and busy" I smile hearing her laugh. "Aw do you plan on coming to boston soon?" "Um..i don't know I have a lot going on chrissy but i'll try my best ok?"

I nod. "Yea no prob Well i have to get to La soon anyway i have a shoot there with Jinx so..maybe we'll meet up then" She smiles at me. 'I would love to see you again" I smile. "great! so..i'll talk to you later?"

"You know it Evans" She winks at me and i wave. "Bye Em have a good day" "Bye Chrissy you too talk later byeee"

We hang up and i look at dodger and say. "I know buddy but i don't want to rush things... come on let's get home"

No Pov.

three weeks later.

You have been busy with work and then chris texts you.

Chris: Hi Em how's it going? 🥰

Em:Hey chrissy! Good, are u in LA?

Chris:yes i just landed grabbing a cab to the hotel.

Em:Mind telling me your room number?

Chris:Sure it's ten at Hilton.

Emily:Alright maybe we could go out for dinner? if you feel up for it i know jetlag can make you tired 🥲

Chris:haha yea but i feel good as of right now so i'm down for dinner i was meeting up with scott and steve did you want to join us?

Emily:Like a uh..double date?

Chris:friends Em, I don't want to force you into dating...we tired that and it crashed and burned so no, we are friends.

Emily:Right got it. Uh sure what's the name of the restaurant?

Chris:I think it was Ihop...🙃

Emily:Got it :) see you soon then.

Time skip:one hour.

No pov.

You walk into the Ihop and see Steve and Chris at a table.

This is what Emily is wearing.

You wave when Scott walks out of the hallway. "hey" Scott says. 'Oh my god Em!!" he gives you a hug and Chris turns and smile at you. You smile and sit down. "Hey Steve"

"Hi Emily it's nice to meet you" You nod and say. "nice to meet you too" Steve says to chris. "Girlfriend?"

Scott says. "I thought so...am i wrong?" Chris looks at you and you say. "no, we are just friends" You smile. "yup"

You excuse yourself to use the rest room and your eyes see a man that you know....Jack Harlow, Your ex boyfriend after five years of leaving him after he abused, you thought he was in New York.

You and him dated for about two years before you left him because he was not a nice man.

You rush into the bathroom and text chris.

Emily:Chris?! i can't go out of this bathroom....My ex...Jack is in the hall...

Chris sees your message and says. "excuse me" he walks out and looks around the hall and jack sees him and chris texts you.

Chris:Em i'm in the hallway just walk right to me.

You read his text and feel your breath get faster and you shake your head.

Emily:no chris...i can't face him i won't!

Chris:Em don't worry i'm here trust me.

You walk out and keep your head down and chris frowns seeing you so scared. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you say in a soft voice. "I can't be here"

Chris nods. "okay let's get your out of here then" he texts scott about heading out then you two walk out.

At your home. You turn and look at chris. "I'm sorry Chris i wanted to stay longer but...I just.." He rubs your arms. "Em it's ok don't apologize"

You nod. "Well uh...welcome to my home away from home." Chris walks into the small home and says. "I love the art on the wall" You smile. "thanks" You close the door and say. "i'll be right back i need to change"

You grab your cosy outfit.

You walk out. "Want some coffee or tea?" Chris smiles at you. "No it's getting late i should get back to my hotel." You make some tea and then Sit on the couch. "okay" You frown.

Chris sits by you. "Unless you want to have me stay...the night...?" You look at him. 'what no i mean uh..If jack is in LA i don't feel safe alone..."

Chris smiles. "Okay i'll stay over then." You nod. 'You sure?" He nods. "My best friend needs me, i don't walk away when she's feeling unsafe"

You smile at him and end up talking half the night. Chris laughs and makes you giggle as you two talk hours on end. Until you two fall asleep on the couch.

Ohh this was such a great chapter to write! Thanks for reading it! part 6 will be out as soon as i can write it.

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[yelenaslyubov]

a/n: haha… hey everyone. so it’s been a minute and i apologize. i’ve had a horrible writers block for the past few months and i still kinda do but i’m also trying to work through it. so i bring you a small blurb from my follower celebration. i figured it was fitting since the anniversary of black widow was a few days ago. i hope you enjoy and i will try my best to have more writing out soon. i’m hoping i can have a piece out about a certain character i haven’t written before from the most recent mcu film👀👀👀i love and miss you all and i hope you enjoy🫶

requested by @yelenabelovasbxtch

pairing: yelena belova x female reader

prompt #33: “make me”

warnings: implied smut, language, fluff

description: you and yelena spent a lazy sunday together before things get heated and someone interrupts your fun

translations: detka- baby

word count: 469

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Lazy Sunday

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Every Sunday morning rolled around the same as the last. You and Yelena shared lazy snuggles until one of the two of you dragged the other out of bed.

This particular morning, you sensed a cold bed beside you. When you raised your arm to wrap it around your lover, just as you suspected, she was nowhere to be found.

Once you woke up a bit and could process your surroundings, you could hear the shower echoing from the bathroom. Luckily the door was wide open where you could see just enough to satisfy you. You didn’t know how long Yelena had been in there so you figured you would rest until she came back to you.

As it appeared, you must’ve fallen back to sleep because you awoke as Yelena slipped back in bed freshly showered and as toned as ever. Her comforting grasp never failed to make you feel at home.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, my love.” The rasp in her morning voice was like rich honey and warmness in your soul.

“It’s okay. I haven’t been asleep for long,” you responded. “Why are you up early and getting ready?”

Yelena groaned and sat up in bed. “You forgot again didn’t you?” You laid there with a puzzled expression. “Natasha? Coming over this morning?”

“Shit, I forgot.”

“Ahhh really?” Yelena faked her surprise. “So that means you need to get up, sleepy head.”

“Nooo,” you whined.

“Yesss. You need to get dressed.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said, no.”

“Get up.”

“Make me.”

Yelena raised her eyebrow and smirked. All in a quick motion she hovered over you with your arms pinned down to the bed right above your head. She pressed her thigh firmly between your legs, making you whimper from the pressure.

“I can make you do a lot of things, detka. Maybe you’d like to see just how good you can be for me.”

You looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dominant pure lust. She leaned in for a kiss slowly but stopped right before she met your lips.

“Yelena!” You both heard Nat yell through the apartment.

Yelena hastily climbed off you and off the bed while you were left unfulfilled. She turned around before exiting your room and looked you up and down.

“Why so upset?” she asked with a smug look. “Maybe next time you won’t have such an attitude and you’ll get what you want. For now, put some clothes on and meet us out here in five. I love you, byeee.” She said the last part as she opened and closed the door to leave you alone in the bedroom.

You threw your head back and groaned before getting up and doing as she wished, throwing some clothes on and greeting Nat with open arms.

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