#I'm two glasses of wine into the night now so there are probably some great typos above. oh well.

[lacydollette]

ROUGH SEX WITH YOUR CO-STAR ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: actor!jensen x actress!reader

warnings: jensen ackles x fem!reader, actor!jensen, actress!reader, age gap, 18+, mdni, dom!jensen, sub!reader, oral (male receiving), forced blow job, hair pulling, choking, p in v (unprotected), praise kink, jensen being freaky asf, wc: 3.8k

The sound of laughter and music filled the bar as you and cast of The Boys gathered around the table, enjoying a rare evening off after a whirlwind of interviews, conventions, and press events promoting the new season. You sat near the edge of the group, a glass of wine in your hand as you watched the scene unfold. You’d been on the road with them for two weeks now, traveling from state to state to promote the show, and despite the exhausting schedule, nights like this made it all worth it.

Especially with your costar Jensen sitting just across the table, his smile lighting up the room, making everyone around him feel at ease. And despite your usual calm aura, he could tell you were taking it all in, probably still adjusting to the chaotic rhythm of show business.

You had joined the cast as the newest love interest for Soldier Boy, Jensen's character, and while you’d been nervous about working with such an established actor— he quickly made you feel comfortable. He was kind, funny, and despite being almost fifteen years older than you, he never treated you like the "new girl."

When you’d first started working together, Jensen was like a mentor to you but soon enough,m he found himself noticing more than just your talent. While you also found yourself noticing things about him—like the way he smiled at you when you two ran lines together or how his hand would linger just a little longer on your arm when you wrapped a scene.

And then, of course, there was the fact that you found him undeniably attractive. Everyone knew Jensen was good-looking, but up close? It was something else entirely. You’d kept it professional, though. He'd just come off a divorce, and the last thing you wanted was to complicate things for him or yourself. Still, there was no denying the chemistry between you two, both on-screen and off. And Jensen wasn't oblivious to the tension that had developed between you over the last few weeks either..

"Hey, y/n," Jensen called from across the table, snapping you out of your thoughts. He was leaning forward, his voice cutting through the laughters around you. "You've been quiet tonight. Everything okay?" You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, just still getting used to it." Jensen grinned, his eyes glistening in the dim light. "You sure? We've got drinks, great company. Seems like a perfect night to me."

You chuckled, sipping your wine to hide the fact that your heart had started beating just a little faster. He'd been like this all night—talkative, laughing easily, and more physical than usual. His hand had brushed your arm more than once when you talked, and every time, your skin began to burn—in a good way.

As the night wore on, the group started to thin out. Some of the cast heading back to the hotel, but you, Jensen, and a few others stuck around, ordering another round of drinks. The bar was cozier now, quieter, and the low lighting gave it an intimate atmosphere.

So Jensen found himself talking to you more closely, the casual distance between you shrinking without you even realizing it. "So, how are you feeling about everything?" He asked, his voice low as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "The show, all this traveling. It's a lot, huh?"

"Yeah," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "It's been amazing, though. A little surreal, honestly. Sometimes I still can't believe I'm here, working with you guys."

"Well, you're killing it," Jensen said, his eyes locking onto yours. "I mean it, y/n. You've been great this season." Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down, trying to compose yourself. "Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you."

"Don't downplay it. You're talented as hell. And...you're fun to work with. Really fun," he added, letting his words hang in the air. He hadn't meant for them to sound as loaded as they did, but now that he'd said it, he found himself holding your gaze a little longer, wondering if you’d caught the shift in his tone.

Your heart raced as you glanced up at him, trying to read his expression. Was he just being friendly? Or was there something more behind his words? "I—" you started, but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say, or even if you should say anything at all. But it was hard to ignore the way he was looking at you, the warmth in his eyes, the subtle way his knee brushed against yours under the table.

"You know," he said, his tone lighter now, though his eyes never left yours, "I think we've spent more time together on this road trip than we did shooting the season." You laughed softly, grateful for the slight change in topic. "Yeah, but the road trip's been fun. It's nice getting to see different places, meet fans, and, you know, bond with the cast." Jensen's grin widened. "Bond, huh? Is that what we're calling it?" You laughed, clearly trying to brush off the tension. "What else would you call it?"

"Something else entirely," he said, his voice low, a hint of challenge that sent a shiver through you. Before you could respond though, Karl called over from the bar, breaking the moment. Jensen leaned back, laughing at something the others were saying, but his hand lingered on your lower arm, his thumb tracing a small, almost absent-minded circle against your skin. It was such a subtle gesture, but it sent a thrill through you.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on here than just casual flirting. There was tension between the two of you, a pull you couldn't ignore, and you were certain he felt it too. But as much as you wanted to explore whatever this was, you knew you had to be careful. Still, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered every time he looked at you. For now, you’d play it cool. But something told you that whatever was happening between you wasn't going away anytime soon.

Eventually, even the most fun nights had to end. The bar's lights dimmed and everyone decided it was time to call it a night. You all made your way back to the hotel, the cool night air helping to clear your mind, which had been buzzing with thoughts of Jensen all night. When you finally reached your room, you kicked off your shoes and put on your silk pyjamas before flopping onto the bed with a long sigh. The events of the night played in your head—Jensen's teasing remarks, the way he'd stayed close to you, how his touch lingered just a bit too long. There was definitely something there, you could feel it.

But as your thoughts swirled, you suddenly realized something. Your phone. Where was your phone? You shot up, mentally retracing your steps. Then it hit you—you’d given it to Jensen earlier in the night to hold onto because you hadn't brought a purse with you. "Dammit," you muttered, cursing yourself for forgetting. Now you’d have to go to his room and get it back. You groaned inwardly, knowing it would feel awkward after the way you’d been acting all night. But there was no way you could go to bed without your phone.

Reluctantly, you got up, slipped your shoes back on, and headed out of your room. You walked down the hallway, heart thumping a little faster than it should have. You told yourself it was just because you didn't want to bother him this late, but you knew the truth.

It was Jensen.

And the way he made you feel, had you on edge.

When you reached his door, you took a deep breath and knocked. No response. You frowned and knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. You were just about to turn and head back to your room when the door swung open. And there stood Jensen, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his hair wet and dripping from the shower. He looked at you with those piercing eyes, a playful smirk on his lips, completely unfazed by the fact that he was half-naked in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat. God, he looked unbelievably sexy. His broad chest was still glistening with water, and your eyes instinctively trailed down over his abs to the towel hanging low on his hips. You were completely overwhelmed, mind scrambling to find words, but all you could do was stand there, staring like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Uh... I—" you stammered, trying to get rid of any filthy thoughts that were coming to you. "I need my phone... I think you have it? I gave it to you earlier at the bar." Jensen raised an eyebrow, amused by the way your cheeks flushed as he smirked. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about that," he said, his voice playful. "Come on in. I think I put it on the nightstand."

You hesitated for a split second, heart hammering in your chest, but you forced yourself to move, stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, cozy, and the scent of his sweet body wash hung in the air. You tried not to focus on how close he was standing to you as you made your way to the nightstand where your phone sat.

As you reached for it, you could feel his eyes on you, the tension between you almost palpable. You picked up the phone, your hand trembling slightly, and turned to face him. He was leaning casually against the wall now, arms crossed, still wearing nothing but that damn towel. His demeanor was teasing, but there was something else in his gaze too—something that made your pulse race even faster.

"You know," Jensen said, his voice low and smooth, "you could've just called for it. Oh wait," he added with a smirk, "you didn't have your phone." You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. "Yeah, a little hard to call without it," you replied, attempting to sound nonchalant but clearly nervous.

Jensen chuckled softly, pushing off the wall and walking toward you, stopping just a few feet away. He looked down at you with that same playful glint in his eyes, the air between you thick with something unspoken. "You sure that's all you came for?" he asked, his voice dropping lower. He saw the hesitation in your eyes, the flicker of doubt, but also curiosity, maybe even a hint of longing.

Your breath hitched. You could feel the tension between you two, the way his gaze held yours, and for a brief second, you wondered what would happen if you just... leaned in. But then reality came crashing back. Jensen had just gone through a divorce. He was vulnerable, and you didn't want to complicate things, not like this. Not now.

You forced yourself to smile, though your heart was still racing. "Yeah," you said, holding up your phone as if to prove your point. "Just needed this." Jensen's eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he stepped back a little, his smirk softening. "Well, you've got it now."

"Thanks," you said quickly, eyes dropping down to the floor as you couldn't bare to look into his piercing green eyes, yet the pull too was strong, so that you raised your head again just seconds later. His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched you standing there, still holding onto your phone like a lifeline. The playful smirk never leaving his face, his voice low and laced with a teasing challenge.

"Yet you're still here."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with tension. You froze, the grip on your phone tightening. Were you imagining things? Misreading him? The way he had been so flirtatious all night, the casual touches, the lingering glances-it couldn't be nothing, could it?

Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the situation. You weren’t sure if you were overthinking or if you were too tipsy to trust your own judgment. But the way he looked at you now, like he was daring you to stay, made your pulse race.

He must have noticed the hesitation in your eyes because his expression shifted. He moved toward you, closing the distance, his hand finding your waist with an almost deliberate slowness. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and before you could process what was happening, he pulled you just a bit closer.

It was a bold move, one that made your heart skip a beat. You were taken aback, breath hitching in your chest as you looked up at him. His face was inches from yours now, and the tension was so thick it was hard to breathe. For a moment, your mind raced with mixed emotions. You knew this could complicate everything. And yet, the pull between you was undeniable.

Jensen's thumb gently brushed your side, his touch grounding you as the intensity of the moment swirled around you. His green eyes bore into yours, and for a split second, you were unsure of what to do. But then, in the next heartbeat, your hesitation melted away. Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a rush of heat and urgency.

The second your mouths touched, it was like a dam had broken. The tension that had been simmering between you all night finally erupted into something raw and electric. Jensen responded immediately, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you fully against him, eager to finally feel you, his lips moving hungrily against yours.

Your mind blurred with a heady mix of desire and disbelief, your hands instinctively finding their way to his bare chest, your fingers grazing his muscles still damp from the shower. You could taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his lips, and the fact that you were both a little tipsy only seemed to add to the intensity of the moment.

His hands roamed up your sides, one slipping into your hair as the kiss deepened, his body pressing you gently but firmly against the edge of the bed. Your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you softly plunged onto the soft mattress.

You unconsciously bit onto your lower lip as you looked up at him, unholy images replaying in your mind as your gaze fell onto his happy trail, wanting nothing more than to rip that damn towel off of him. Jensen noticed how your eyes stuck to his body just a little too long, eliciting a chuckle out of him, "Go ahead, no need to be all shy now."

For a second, a small ounce of doubt crept into your mind—this was risky, so risky. You two were co-stars, and if anyone found out, it could lead to complications neither of you were ready for. But as Jensen's hand reached down to your chin, grabbing it with his big palm, that doubt vanished, replaced by desire.

You couldn't bare the need for him any longer, immediately getting to work by dropping onto your knees, the anticipation almost killing you as Jensen teasingly began to remove the towel from his hips. His eyes never left yours as he pulled down the white cloth, revealing his already hard cock. The sight of him, made your breath catch in your throat, gulping as you saw how big he actually was.

You came face to face with his length, looking up at him through hooded eyes, "Come on, show me what that pretty mouth can do." He groaned, immediately sending tingles to your core, desperately pressing your thighs together. With easy hands you held him in your soft palms, running your thumb over his tip and spreading the already leaking precum over it.

Pressing your lips together you gathered all your courage and inched closer, sticking out your tongue and licking a stripe all the way from his base to the tip. You repeated this action a few more times, then fully taking him in your mouth as far as you could go.

"Holy fuck, baby." Jensen growled, his head thrown back in pleasure as he couldn't believe how good your wet and warm mouth felt around him, only having imagined it before. You began to swirl your tongue around his cock, jerking off what you couldn't get in your mouth, as he reached to grab a fist full of your hair, yanking you back a little so he could grab at your neck with his other hand.

"You wanna be a good girl for me, right?" He mumbled in between grunts, admiring your plump lips that were so desperately trying to get back to sucking him off. You nodded hastily, this man could literally do anything to you and you’d thank him after.

"Good then, open up wide, baby."

He instantly took advantage of your parted lips and plunged himself down your throat in a swift motion, your eyes widening as you had to gag at the force. "Shhh, relax." Jensen cooed, his voice now softer as he gave you some time to get used to your mouth being full of him.

Once you gave him a small nod he began rolling his hips slowly into your mouth, your hands grabbing at his thighs to steady yourself. It was a weird feeling to have him down your throat so deep but as he continued his movements you began to like it, wanting him to go even harder.

You jerked your face closer to his abdomen, earning a deep and breathless chuckle from him. Realizing how eager you were lapping at his dick he picked up his pace, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again, driving you crazy.

The built up of saliva and precum that was dripping from the corner of your lips, helped Jensen even more to slide his cock in and out of your warm mouth. His grunts became louder and his hands were gripping the back of your head as he fucked your throat, your moans sending vibrations throughout his body, and he knew that if he continued he wouldn't last any longer.

But cuming just in your mouth tonight wouldn't satisfy him, he needed more. Pulling you off him by your hair you shot him a confused look, scared that he might've changed his mind and didn't want any of this, that it was just the alcohol on which behalf he was acting out, but his words quickly made all your doubts vanish.

"Need to finish inside you, y/n." He said, before pulling you back onto your feet and yanking your small frame onto the silky sheets. Towering over you he ran his hands along the soft fabric of your pyjama shorts, pulling them down harshly as you freed yourself from the little top that was just barely covering your tits anyway.

By the way his eyes widened and the way he pulled some air in sharply, you could tell that he took notice of your dripping wet cunt, already leaking onto the sheets. "Jensen.." you whined, the urge to finally feel him inside taking over you.

"Patience, baby." He smirked up at you, eyes full of lust as he placed some teasing kisses onto the insides of your soft thighs, making you squirm in desperation. Jensen jerked his still glistening cock for a few times, his one hand stayed at your chest, playing with your tit, as he lined himself up with your entrance.

Looking up at you for approval, you nodded which gave him the sign to proceed, his tip brushing over your clit and through your slick folds to lube himself up, before pushing into your needy cunt fast. You gasped at the sudden fullness, his cock stretching out your walls so perfectly, making Jensen grunt as he burried himself completely inside you, as if you were made for him.

"Gosh, look how perfect your pretty cunt is sucking me in. Really needed me that bad, huh?" Your eyes scrunched together, feeling yourself get wetter from his words alone. You rapidly nodded, breathing out a soft "mhm..shit..yes" as he chuckled, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck.

He was quick to go back to his previous action, rolling his hips smoothly against yours as he picked up his pace, soon slamming into you at an ungodly speed. The almost pornografic noises that came out of your mouth made him chuckle, clearly knowing that there might be some complaints by the morning, but he didn't care.

He kept on pounding into your eager pussy, your legs wrapped around his hips by now, making him hit much deeper, if that was even humanly possible. "Fuck.. I'm gonna.." you cursed underneath your breath, feeling the familiar knot in your lower stomach screaming for release.

"Cum all over me, sweetheart." Jensen groaned into your ear, his hot breath making your skin prickle. His hand crept down, two of his digits rubbing circles at your clit, causing you to let out a loud, almost scream-like, moan as you released all over him, creaming his cock.

"Fucking shit.." he grunted, teeth pressing into his lower lip as he gave you a few more hard thrusts, pearls of sweat forming on his forehead as he chased his own high. Groaning out loud you felt him twitch inside of you, cuming deep in your cunt, painting your slick walls white.

As both of you calmed down you still couldn't believe that this was actually real, even as Jensen pulled out of you and plopped onto the bed beside you. "Shit y/n, that shower was hella pointless..definitely not complaining though." He laughed, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he wrapped one of his big arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"Well, screams for a round two then." You replied, stroking his muscular chest. "You mean this or the shower?" He eyed you down, a smirk plastered on his face as he pointed in between you two. You just shrugged, yet the devilish smile plastered on your lips gave it away.

wow this was a wild ride, and i am actually kinda proud of this one !!

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated !!

tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @angelicjackles @nuemanfilms @hischrrypie @starkeysprincess @drewsarms @rubyvhs @deansenvy @supernatural-wolfie @sammyluvr @nxptvn @rafecameroninterlude @deansbite

[arizonaconservativegal]

"Mishandling of the pandemic" please. What a joke. What would you have liked him to do? He got you the dopey vaccine, which the Dems (including Kamala) were against because they didn't want to let Trump take the credit for it, but as soon as the White House changed hands, suddenly they were all for it.

If you want to gauge the affect of Trump's economic policies, you cannot use covid data. You and I both know that's ridiculous. If you genuinely don't think it is, then this is not a good faith discussion of data, this is purely you being driven by partisan bias.

Looking at unemployment data from February 2017 to February 2020, unemployment went from 4.7% to 3.5%. Today it's at 4.1%. But I actually went to school for economics so I don't think unemployment data is worth shit on its own. I usually pair it labor force participation data because I've noticed those tend to have an inverse relationship when the economy is in the toilet because people simply give up and drop out and are no longer counted as part of the unemployment rate.

But funny enough, when you bring that in, Trump's economy looks even better. Labor force participation rates were also better, going from 62.9% to 63.3% in that same window. Today, 62.6%.

So more people were trying to work and able to work under Trump. Under Biden, people have given up and even still, the unemployment rate itself is worse.

Biden's economy has not caught up to Trump's. Plain and simple. And that's not even getting into inflation.

Over a trillion dollars in profits were repatriated as a result of the Trump tax cuts. That is a fact. That money went towards all sorts of things, including new jobs (as you can see in the data above).

I also don't care what is "permanent" and not in the tax code because there is no such things permanent when it comes to the tax code. Congress can change that any time they'd like and with Joe Biden in office, Dems could have gotten it signed. Dems didn't bother to do anything, despite having control for the first two years. And frankly, the GOP hold on the House is tenuous enough that they could still get it done now if they wanted. Which tells me Dems have no actual problem with it - they're just all talk. If they really cared about ending the benefits for the "rich," they could have. And the GOP would have been thrilled to help them extend the cuts for the working class. So why didn't the Dems do anything?

Tariffs come to mind as one of the big things I am generally not a fan of. I'm very libertarian and don't like things that interfere with free trade but you know what? Those tariffs were a surprisingly effective tool for foreign policy. I pretty much expected those to backfire completely but they opened some doors. I'm not going to argue with that even though I want to.

So excited to spend three and a half months being told that the reason I'm not voting for Kamala is because I hate women

[glorious-spoon]

finding excuses to be alone with each other - Buddie

hi, and thank you! sorry this has taken a while, and also i have no explanation for why i decided to write new year's eve fic in june. BUT: here you are!

a stolen moment

1200 words | buddie | developing relationship | secret relationship | kissing | fluff

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There are too many people at this party.

Normally, this isn't something Buck would even think to complain about. Maddie and Chim are hosting, since Bobby and Athena are still living out of a tiny one-bedroom while work continues on their house, and Hen and Karen are still trying to get Mara settled back at home—New Year's parties are apparently not conducive to a quiet, predictable bedtime routine, and the Wilson family unit will probably be heading out well before the ball drops anyway—and nobody else has even close to enough room. It's still packed to the brim, overflowing onto the back patio, clusters of people chatting over drinks in the kitchen while the kids have taken over the living room TV for a vicious Mario Kart showdown that Chris is currently winning. Maddie's in the back bedroom putting Jee down for bedtime, and Chim is holding court over the dessert table, and it's all—great, honestly, it's great. It's awesome, having his family here, and happy, and together under the same roof after the year they've all had.

He glances up and meets Eddie's eye from across the dining room. Gets a quick smile in return. Eddie's cheeks are pink, maybe from the warmth, maybe from the two glasses of wine he's had, since Buck will be the one driving them home. He's wearing a green Henley that Buck knows is exactly as soft as it looks and worn-in jeans that mold lovingly to the lines of his thighs as he leans back against the door frame, and it's all pretty distressing, honestly. Buck's hands are itching to touch.

When he meets Eddie's eyes again, Eddie is grinning broadly. Caught, Buck ducks his head. He's blushing, he knows, and he doesn't have the excuse of the wine.

They're keeping it to themselves, at least for now. That was the decision they both made after Eddie kissed him in the loft two nights ago, after Buck kissed him back, after they didn't actually manage to make it all the way up to the bed and ended up on the couch instead, gasping into each other's mouths, fumbling and eager as teenagers. They're keeping it to themselves until Eddie figures out how he's going to tell Chris. He's skittish about that still, and Buck isn't going to push. So he'll probably be sleeping on the fold-out couch tonight instead of in Eddie's bed, and he's not going to kiss Eddie in the middle of the party, no matter how much he wants to.

It's okay. They have time.

"Hey, didn't someone bring dessert plates?" Chim calls from the kitchen. "Please tell me someone brought dessert plates, we're all out of the big ones and I'm really not up for doing dishes tonight."

Ah, shit. Right. That was Buck's job. He's pretty sure he did pick some up, actually, but they're probably still out in the Jeep, which is parked somewhere in the snarl of cars crowding the Han driveway and pulled off to the side of the street in front of their lawn.

"I got 'em," he calls, setting his soda down.

"My hero," Chim retorts, only half-teasing by his tone. Buck rolls his eyes and goes to find his shoes.

He doesn't realize that Eddie is following him until he's already slipped them on in the entry hall, a few steps away from the party. "What's up?"

Eddie shrugs, guileless, and crouches down to retrieve his shoes as well. "Figured I'd help you."

"You figured you'd help me…. bring in a package of paper plates?"

"Yeah," Eddie says innocently, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and god, Buck really wants to kiss him.

"Okay," he agrees instead, and pulls open the door. Eddie follows him out into the night, cool and dim even with Christmas lights still lit up all down the street. There's a dampness to the air that feels like rain; it's not that cold, but it's enough of a contrast to the warm house that a shiver goes through him. Eddie falls into step beside him, then reaches for his hand.

Buck shivers again, for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold this time. Eddie's hand is warm and broad, and he strokes his thumb lightly against Buck's, lighting up nerve endings he didn't even know he had.

It's such a small thing. But they've never actually done this yet. It all feels so new, sparkling like fireworks through his veins.

"Okay?" Eddie asks, and Buck realizes that he's stopped walking. 

"Yeah," he says. He's not doing a very good job of keeping the smile off his face, or out of his voice, but Eddie's got the exact same dopey smile on his face, so it's fine. They weave through the cars to where Buck's Jeep is parked, close enough to the street that they'll probably be able to get out without playing vehicle Tetris. Far enough from the house that they're shielded from view by Bobby's truck parked alongside them, so he's not all that surprised when Eddie lets go of his hand only to push him gently against the side of the Jeep and kiss him.

He gets lost in that for a little bit. The heat of Eddie's mouth, his hands moving from Buck's shoulders to cradle his jaw—he did that the first time, too. Held Buck like he's holding him now, like he's something precious and worth treating with care, and Buck's already hooked on it. He slides his hand up Eddie's back, feeling the warmth of him, to cup the back of his neck as Eddie licks into his mouth with leisurely sweetness, like he's got all the time in the world to kiss Buck just like this on the sidewalk on New Year's Eve.

Sooner or later, someone's going to come looking for them. It still takes a while for Buck to break the kiss, and when Eddie tugs lightly at his lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, he almost dives back in again. Almost.

"We should probably get back to the party," he says, very reluctantly.

"Yeah," Eddie sighs. He leans in and kisses Buck again, a sweeter, softer thing before leaning past him to open the door. Buck ducks into the back seat to retrieve the package of plates and the bottle of wine they forgot to bring in earlier, and when he straightens up, Eddie is watching him. He looks—hesitant, almost. Nervous. He looks the way he looked two days ago, right before he kissed Buck.

"What's up?" Buck asks.

"I want to tell Chris," Eddie says, all in a rush. "Maybe not—right now, at the party, but when we get home, I want to tell him. About us."

Buck takes a quick, sharp breath. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been as sure about anything in my life as I am about you."

"Eddie."

"It's the truth. And—I want him to know. Even if it's an adjustment, even if it takes some time to—I want him to know. I want everyone to know. If that's okay with you."

"Eddie," Buck says again, and then, "yeah, yeah of course it's okay."

"Good," Eddie says, with a sudden, brilliant smile. And well—Chim can wait a few more minutes for his paper plates. Buck sets them down and pulls Eddie back in.

[boxerharrys]

The New Girl Spencer x F Reader

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

Part 1 ( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

Description: you were a somewhat popular YouTuber on your own. you focused on vlogging and funny sketches through out college. you watched Smosh for years admiring their work. but as you join their crew after graduating you start to admire more than their work....

Sunday:

you spent the night finishing editing your vlog of the week and watching Smosh; they seemed to help you cruise through editing. until a newer Smosh video starting to play in the background you heard Ian mentioning how they were open for a new cast member; you stopped in your tracks of what you were doing 'I'm sorry what did he just say' you said in your head rewinding the video. "Since a lot of our members right now are soaring with new projects and opportunities we are open for a new cast member!' Ian said through your laptop. 'no way id get the gig' you thought to yourself, you've dreamed of working for Smosh for years. 'what would happen if I sent in a application... I mean doesn't hurt to try I guess' you said to yourself. you went to the description and clicked the link where applications were going through. Although you didn't have much going on you just finished college and didn't have a big resume but you did have your channel. you filled out all the paper work and sent a link to your channel, like you said not much going on so you don't even get excited. you then continue finishing your editing and schedule it to post for tomorrow at !2pm. you then got into bed with your laptop and continued your mini marathon of Smosh to ease you to sleep.

Friday:

It has almost been two weeks since you entered your application to Smosh obviously not even thinking about it since you doubted anything from the start. Until you were home working on some sketch ideas and you received an email from Smosh… ‘the fuck’ you said to yourself. ‘Probably telling me how they regret to inform me they picked someone else’. You didn’t even look at the email you knew there was no way anything was coming from it. Till you received yet another email this time from ‘selinagarcia@smosh.com' you froze; as you sat there frozen for a good you’d say 5 minutes but it was more like 45 seconds you finally went to open the email.

To: (your email) 

From: selinagarcia@smosh.com

Hello Riley my name is Selina from Smosh! You should’ve got an email from out regular Smosh email congratulating you on an interview with Ian, Anthony and I! Was just reaching out to see when the best time and day would work for you to meet with us! Let me know! Below in the address and times we are open to meeting!

Thanks!

Selina

You felt like you were going to throw up. You had to re-read the email at least 3 more times. ’There’s no way I got an interview’ you said to yourself. But then you said ‘shit I got an interview’ you went to email Selina back and told her a date and time you could meet, ‘how’s Tuesday at 8?’ You emailed back; giving you enough time to mentally prepare and physically prepare for whatever the hell kind of dream you’re in. You then started going through sketches you had and dealt with one you never actually ended up filming for your channel. You had a lot of inspiration from Smosh and their TNTL series so you had a lot of jokes for that situation if you were ever in a predicament that you needed jokes for something like TNTL. You then printed everything out that you needed for your interview since the first initial email said to have those ready when you come. You then received an email back from Selina confirming that day and time was great for everyone. You made the decision to take a bath; you needed to relax your nerves were through the roof. You started the water added some bubbles and went to your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. After your 30 mins bath you went to your room an put Netflix on and went to bed. 

Finally it was Tuesday at 5 in the morning you were making yourself a cup of coffee considering you were so nervous you couldn’t sleep last night. Still chose to be up early enough to shower, pick a good enough outfit to compare to Courtneys awesome fits she usually wears, your make up, and hair. The Smosh office was 25 minutes away from where you live so it was finally time to leave; rushing out the door you did a full 180 remembering your paperwork you needed.

Once you got to the office there was a buzzer at the front door. 

You press the button.

“How can I help you?’ Selina says through the speaker

“Hi its Y/F/N I’m here for an interview” 

“Yay come on in” Selina says as she buzzes you in.

You took the your atmosphere in, not believing what you’re experiencing since Smosh was your childhood and you’ve watched them every year of your life. 

You were then met with a happy lady that you knew was Selina!

“Hi it sonic to meet you I’m Selina! We are so excited to talk with you today! 

She shows you to the conference room passing some of the cast and crew; where you’re met with Ian and Anthony. You’re a great actor so you good with keeping your composure.  

“Hey its nice to meet you” Anthony says smiling 

“Yes we are so excited to pick your brain today” says Ian 

“Well let get this show on the road then I’m excited to pick your brains as well” you say confidently to your inspirations.  

Spencer: 

As he was eating lunch with Courtney, Shayne, Angela and Chanse; he was distracted from the conversation as he saw a beautiful women walk by with Selina. 

“Guys I swear I just saw an angel…” he says getting everyones attention.

“Did you drink too much Kickstart today Spence” says Court laughing.

“Yeah what are you going on about” Chanse says with a questioning look.

“Did you guys hear about anything with hiring a new cast member or do we have some type of brand we are going to work with be cause I just saw Selina walking the most beautiful women to the conference room!” Spencer says to them. 

“No” everyone says in union.

Then I see then And give the most sly look ever 

“ You know the conference room is all glass we could talk a look” she says wiggling her eyebrows. 

“No I’m not getting fired from the dads” says Shayne.

“Im in!” Chanse yells

“Angela I can’t either let me know wtf is going on tho” Spencer says 

He watched Angela make an amused face to Chanse and they get up pretending to be some type of ninjas or spy tiptoeing around us and sining action movie music

“ They are idiots” Spencer says paling his face

They come running back 

“He's not lying she gorgeous; id go straight for her” says Chanse 

“yeah id go gay for her” Angela says 

“Oh my god guy what!” Courtney exclaims.

“What does it look like is going on” Spencer says.

“I don’t know  but they were going over some type of paperwork” Angela says while sitting back down.

“Looks like well have to ask Selina afterwards… we gotta get going its almost call time” Says Shayne. 

Back to Y/N 

So everything looks great Y/N” says Anthony! 

“Thank you” you say as you start to blush.

“So I think we would benefit from you a lot” says Ian 

“Oh wow guys um thank you… I will like to be honest with you now hahaha….. you guys have inspired me so much thought my life and this is crazy that this is even happening and I’m very thankful I really didn’t think anything would come from me applying” you explain. 

“Well I’m glad to know that but its happening and we would love to hire you! So do you have any pitches for us?” Anthony says 

“Actually yes its for TNTL I think you guys should do a nostalgia episode where its nostalgia jokes and skits coming back whether its the same stuff or stuff rebranded I think the fans would love it!” You say geeking out a little.

Ian and Anthony look at each other and smile… “ you know what I really love that idea, Selina can yo see when we can do that and make a call sheet for it” 

“Yes defiantly…. So Y/N think you can start next Wednesday? I can send you everything tonight you’ll have the rest of the week to look over and prepare and we can start with maybe just one call time that day if that sounds good to you?” Selina says smiling

“YES” you exclaim!

“Perfect ill show you out! Unfortunately we can’t introduce you to any of the other cast members because they are filming right now but you can meet some of the crew! I’ll show you around so you’re not too confused next week!” Selina says.

“ Thank you!” You say as standing up. “And thank you so much guys it was pleasure meeting you and I’m excited to start” you say as shaking Ian and Anthony’s hands.

You walk out with Selina and get your tour then head home to start preparing for the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Okay that is all for now let me know if I should continue!

[ilovetheriddler]

A Purrfect Dinner.

(Arkham Games) Selina Kyle/Catwoman x F!Reader

(The reader and Selina have already been dating for a bit in the timeline of this fic.)

Word Count: 686.

Contents: Flirting, worrying about your girlfriend.

You sighed as you scanned the restaurant with a few quick glances. Tonight was supposed to be your and your girlfriend Selina's date night. She had even reserved reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants in Gotham. You had already arrived here a few moments ago, and you were starting to get worried.

Was Selina on another "job"? She hadn't mentioned planning any heists recently, and honestly, that made you worry even more. Maybe she got caught up with taking care of her cats and was simply running late? That had to be it....

But what if she was hurt? Oh gosh. What if she got caught up in the cross hairs of some villains scheme and Batman's attempt at stopping it? You try to calm yourself down, reminding yourself how resilient Selina is. If she was in trouble, then she'd be fine.

You finally let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in, as you noticed Selina walk into the restaurant. She was wearing a gorgeous and sleek black dress. It truly suited her perfectly.

"Selina! I'm so glad you made it here okay. I was beginning to worry something happened!"

She sits down across from you and picks up the menu, a soft laugh escaping her lips at the slight sound of worry in your voice. Worry and concern for her well-being. She rests her face on her hand as she leans forward slightly.

"I truly appreciate how concerned for my safety you are, Darling. But I assure you that there's absolutely nothing to worry your adorable head about."

"I suppose you're right... you're here now, and thankfully, you seem fine. So that's a relief."

You both order your meals for the evening, along with a glass of wine for each of you. You take a sip, enjoying the rich flavor. You clear your throat slightly as you sit the glass back down on the table.

"You um... Look gorgeous in that dress... it really suits you perfectly...."

"Why, thank you, my dear. However... my beauty is nothing compared to the absolute gem in front of me."

You feel your face heat up, becoming slightly flustered at her sweet words. Selina always loved to shower you in affection and sweet words. She thought you looked adorable when you were flustered.

"O-oh! Um... That's so sweet of you to say... but that's not true... I'm not that pretty...."

Selina looked a bit saddened by your dismissal of how you looked. You were perfect to her in every way possible, so it always pained her to see you put yourself down in such a way. She reaches across the table and grasps your hand, bringing it to her lips to place a simple yet sweet kiss on it.

"Your beauty truly outshines any Jewel or gem I've ever stolen. In fact, your heart is so valuable to me that I'd be more than happy to steal it from you if you hadn't already so graciously given it to me willingly. I mean, after all.... I can't steal something that's already mine, can i?"

"I suppose that's true.... you can't steal something that's already yours....."

As the two of you enjoy your dinner together, Selina laughs slightly. This piques your curiosity, and you find yourself wondering what she finds humorous. She notices the curious look on your face.

"It's nothing, just thinking over my plans for my next job..."

"Oh really? And what exactly is it that you're after this time..?"

"Well... I'll gladly fill you in on all the details. However, I believe we can both agree that this isn't exactly the smartest place to do so...."

You glance around and realize that it's probably not the best idea to discuss Selina's heists in such a public setting.

"Yeah, I see your point..... So you'll tell me when we get home later...?"

"Of course, Darling. As soon as we get home I'll tell you everything..."

After the two of you finish dinner and pay the bill, you head back to Selina's apartment. Where Selina goes into great detail about her upcoming plans.

[pyrrhicraven]

Can we get more headcannons for your fics? 🥺

I'm hyper-fixated on my fic The Devil's Trap, so that's what this will be for/from! Also, I wrote a lot so under the cut lol

Since Mario and Luigi lived in Brooklyn they've seen and been involved in a mugging. (Poor Luigi just gives them his wallet-Mario gets loud and in the face of whoever is trying to mug him) Both brothers will attempt to stop someone else from getting robbed or hurt. Don't even get them started on the whole New York pizza versus the Chicago pizza! And they are picky about Italian food since their Ma cooks authentic Italian dishes.

Luigi has a collection of sunrise and sunset pictures from both worlds by him and Mario and loves taking pictures of just about anything. He's taken a few from his room in Boo's castle and one of a sunset from the ramparts.

Mario is now a bit more relaxed living in the mushroom kingdom takes time to paint. During the rainy season, Luigi likes to knit which usually means someone (Family) is teasing him for being an old lady and Mario likes to bake during the cold seasons, which he also gets ribbed for.

Dogs normally like Mario but not Luigi, and the opposite for cats. Ferrets like both of them but there was an incident where a ferret bit Luigi and wouldn't let go even as he spun around the room screaming for someone to get it off of him. Mario doesn't like snakes but they love to curl up with Luigi who isn't too concerned by the behavior for some reason (He thinks they are cute, but Mario thinks he's weird)

Both brothers have some size kinks...

Luigi knew he liked people taller than him (Spike and Destiny Del Vecchio) But when confronted with King Boo's humanoid form well-

Mario hates being called small even if he's only 5'2. But he likes that Peach is taller because that means She has long legs and he is most certainly a butt-and-leg guy) I mean perfect height to get a great view of her butt for sure.

Also, I've kind of head-cannoned Luigi really had a thing for Destiny, I mean He had a big fat crush on her clearly by the way he said her name in the movie lol I mean I have him down as gay but maybe he's andro?

Both brothers have dated, not successfully before the events of the movie. Luigi, somewhat worried about his family's opinion dated a few women and knew without a doubt that they were not his thing even if he harbored a crush on Destiny for a long time.

Mario won't mention the time he got high with friends and kissed a guy, or the fact Donkey Kong grew on him a bit. He's married now so that's not going to be a thing lol

Peasly knighted both brothers, partly because he didn't want to marry Peach and knew Knighting Mario would allow those two to marry if they wanted, and partly because he hoped that he might get with Luigi-who was oblivious to that one, but Mario wasn't! As usual! Daisy had a good laugh at the oblivion and ribbed Peasly a couple of times for it.

Daisy, Rosalina, and Peach decided it was safe to invite Luigi to girls' night because he was a relaxing friend to be around when he wasn't freaking out about whatever. Plus put a few glasses of wine in his system and he's way more chill. Give him something stronger and he's a big ol flirt.

Mario is one of the rare few who are truly allergic to alcohol, went to a party when in high school and had to go to the hospital poor guy.

King Boo...This jerk has been a pain to write because there is so little known about him. So I gave him the back story that he and his family were murdered by a rival kingdom many years before any of the kingdoms as we know them were formed, their castle burned to the ground while they were in it-Boo himself stabbed and died before the fire could kill him.

Bowser is allied with Boo but would probably throw him under a bus if he thought for a second it would help his cause and Boo is aware of that.

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs Mild Sidetracks

But first, a word from the Flirtation Station

Lae'zel: I would have you in my bed.

Alisaie: Um ... on my plane we start with a nice glass of wine or something? Not ... you know, being rude and insulting? That's going to stay with me.

Lae'zel: Your loss. You will think of me and yearn.

Alisaie: Projecting much?

Lae'zel: ...Perhaps. Yes. Shut up.

Gale: Come check out the Weave with me!

Alisaie: *saturates the Weave with friendship*

Gale: ...Aww...

Shadowheart: ...Sooooo ... I thought maybe...

Alisaie: YES.

Shadowheart: ...That's ... gratifying, but ... we're a little public.

Alisaie: Fair. I just wanted to make sure you knew I have a type.

Shadowheart: And ... that would be...?

Alisaie: Dark-haired serious ones with well-hidden softer sides and the occasional reach into adorkable?

Shadowheart: ..........ilikenightorchids...

Alisaie: Hint. Taken.

Wyll: ...So if I hadn't been so cagey about the dancing thing...?

Alisaie: The world may never know.

Karlach: ...Look, I'd have tried, but I think you probably don't want third-degree burns in places, okay?

Alisaie: Look, whatever happens, we will get that fixed. For now ... you don't hurt yourself, do you?

Karlach: *blush that is nearly impossible to see but threatens to set fire to her tent*

Alisaie: Oh shit right you get kerboomy when excited forget I said anything.

Karlach: Already having the mental images and I think I'mma jump in the lake.

Alisaie: Anywaaaaaaay...

Lake: *gives off HUGE billow of steam*

Alisaie: I'm going to collect some people to go confront Kagha while things calm down...

One successful trip to the Emerald Grove and a side-quest later...

Astarion: Honestly, did you have to do that? You take all the trouble of taking me along to a criminal hideout and then you buy someone's freedom.

Alisaie: Look, you got decent armour out of it; shut up.

Shadowheart: It's not as if she paid the going rate, Astarion.

Wyll: Nor did she respond to the cheek of him asking for drinking money after that.

Alisaie: I mean, honestly, I kind of wanted to blow the whole place up around their ears as I left but-- *winces* Ugh.

Wyll: Ugh; not feeling so well either...

Lae'zel: *grabs Alisaie; puts a blade to her throat* It begins; I will end it.

Alisaie: You ... really don't deal with rejection well, do you?

Lae'zel: Wh-what? No! I mean ... I still have great respect for you! That is why I do this; I am sparing you!

Alisaie: Look, we spent awhile recently wandering a putrid bog; it's probably that. Tone down the murder, please.

Lae'zel: ......Fine. I respect you enough to trust your judgement; mine is clouded at present. Rest. Be assured that I will end it if the turning truly begins.

Alisaie: ...Well, there's a recipe for never sleeping again...

After a bit of dreamscape or whatever

Alisaie: Okay, I have gathered us all up again to talk about last night. Hands up who had the dream about the guardian being saying they wouldn't let us turn into illithids.

Entire Party: *raises hands*

Alisaie: Hands up who wants to describe the guardian being and/or divulge specifics of what they said.

Entire Party: *lowers hands*

Alisaie: Figured. Hands up who's chill about the "learn tadpole powers to save the worlds - as in plural worlds" thing.

Astarion: *raises hand*

Everyone Else: *vacilates dubiously*

Alisaie: Yeah, figured. We'll try to keep it to a minimum but seriously? This is all weird so while I want us to proceed with caution, the occasional poke might be vaguely okay. And the minute we get solid proof that the worlds are in danger if we don't do the thing, all bets are off.

Astarion: ...You got altruism in my quest for power, darling. Most unfair.

Alisaie: Live with it. And be grateful I'm not taking you to deal with the hag. Though honestly there's something I want to do first.

Scratch: *approaches with ball in his mouth*

Alisaie: Okay, fine, two things I want to do first. *chugs a Speak With Animals potion* Yes, Scratch, we can play fetch.

Scratch: Yay!

And, a little later

Wyll: You actually want to talk to the dead man?!?

Alisaie: I mean, those redcaps we murdered probably got the brothers? But I want to know if something else out there is worse than those.

Dead Brother: Not ... sheep...

Alisaie: Wait ... they were baa-ing and seemed to think we should-- They looked like sheep to you?!?

Wyll: I suppose they didn't see through the illusion as we did.

Dead Brother: Don't ... drink ... the water...

Alisaie: *looks at horrible putrid bog* You think?!? Look, just ... tell me if there's anyone I have to tell what happened to you; do you have any family?

Dead Brother: Mother ... brother ... sister ... and soon ... a niece.

Alisaie: ............

Wyll: Oh dear. I know that look.

Alisaie: I have a feeling that lady promised her baby in exchange for resurrecting her husband and it's going to come out ugly and ... yeah, no, why are people this stupid? Some bardic tales are fucking cautionary! Glad Astarion isn't here for this insane act of altruism; let's go.

Wyll: If ... if the world doesn't accept me as I am now? Alisaie? You are Blade of the Frontiers now.

Alisaie: Nope! I will spin epic tales of how you protected an abused refugee at the expense of your very physical form, and how the transformation harrowed your soul with torment, and how it only made you more determined to fight for those who can't fight for themselves, and you'll keep your title. And somewhere in there I am going to get Mizora to give up that pact if I have to make her fucking eat it. Come on; Team Dangerous Company goes to be Big Damn Heroes!

Wyll: .........I never thought I'd actually meet the living embodiment of stubbornness.

Gale: *pats Wyll's shoulder* Just be glad she's on our side.

[annieintheaair]

I love you but it hurts. It's over and it's not. I guess it's overtime then.

I had every intention of watching TV tonight, maybe catching up on some sermons or a new TV series, but this TV is terrible and not loading so I guess I'm writing instead.

I was supposed to fly last night but long story short, after some issues with the brakes on our first plane, then stuff stuck in the engines of the second plane, and our pilots going illegal, I ended up back home by 1:30am. I was actually pretty happy about it because I had just put new, clean sheets on my bed and couldn't wait to crawl into my own bed to enjoy them. My younger sister sent me a picture of my niece ready for bed the other night and I (half) jokingly asked if they made those sheets in king-size. As it turned out, they did make them in king-size so I bought them, washed them, and put them on my bed before going to work last night. I told myself that it was ok to get new sheets because it was like starting fresh -- new sheets that had never been slept on by anyone, especially my ex-boyfriend, Todd.

I allowed myself to sleep in this morning without an alarm. I think I woke up around 9am and realized I needed to check for order changes/cancellations for my second job, so I got ready and did that. Google said it was going to be in the 80s today so I threw on some shorts in preparation. Chick-fil-A emailed me that I could have a free chicken biscuit for breakfast but I needed to get it by 10:30am today. I let the dogs come for a ride with me in the car and drove down the street to get my free chicken biscuit and my vanilla iced coffee.

I don't know why but when I looked at my yellow nails this morning, I just felt like it was time to switch the color. It's weird because, after all of this time, I guess I forgot that there was a location of my favorite nail salon by my sister's house. I made an appointment and decided to head over there around 11:30am for my noon appointment. In some ways, this location was nicer than my normal location but also totally worth the extra 10-minute drive instead of going to the nail salon I hate nearby. They did a great job and I enjoyed a mimosa.

I picked up coffee from Black Rifle and then headed over to my sister's house. I am so glad that I got that coffee because I definitely needed it this afternoon.

I took my work call from my sister's house and then spent the afternoon entertaining my nieces with games and crafts, while also holding my two-month-old nephew. I have no idea how parents do it every day because one afternoon had me rushing home to a large glass of wine and some Cheez-Its, as well as peace and quiet.

On my drive home, the songs on my Spotify made me think about a lot of things. I thought about how just over a month ago I posted on my social media that I felt like my job right now was to focus on being the best aunt that I could be. I feel like I'm doing a really good job at that. Even with all of the bracelet-making today, when it got me super frustrated, I realized that sometimes I need to give myself grace. I know parents get frustrated too sometimes and even as an aunt, it's ok to get frustrated.

I also thought about previous relationships. I can't remember what song came on that made me think about it but I thought about Andrew and how even years after we broke up, he came back wanting to fix things. I knew then that it would never be equal-- he would want to make it work but I wouldn't. I realized that you need someone who is willing to match your effort. Andrew is now engaged and I'm happy for him that he found someone who wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with them.

Nearly nine years ago, I dated Scott. Scott was one of the only people who I ever felt like I really regretted letting that go. Scott is happy now, married, with an adorable little girl. I guess we never actually wanted the same things so it probably wouldn't have ever worked but we're still friends and he sends me memes on Instagram often. I'm glad that we got to the point where we could be friends. Just like Andrew, I could never hate Scott. I want the best for both of them.

Even James, who hurt me a ton, and Dan, who was my first real hurt (though he regretted it for the rest of his life), I wanted them to be happy, too. I think that most guys I've dated, I've wanted them to be happy, even my high school boyfriend, Mike. My 8th grade short-lived boyfriend, Sean? Yeah, him, too, and I still talk to him today. I think they all had some great qualities, and for whatever reason, it didn't work between us, but I never hated them. It never feels good to hate anyone.

I don't know if it will ever change in the future, but as of now, I think Todd is the only guy I've ever dated that I don't wish the best for, and it's kind of sad. How can you wish the best for someone who you feel doesn't deserve the best? Someone, who you genuinely believe is pure evil? Maybe it's time I reread Forgiving What You Can't Forget.

xoxo

Annie

[sugarcause]

helloooo!! if it’s not too much trouble, could i request some fluffy crack hcs (like if they hog the blankets when you sleep, cling onto you super tight the entire time, say/do the funniest shit when they’re tired, just basically rlly domestic but funny realistic stuff dksjdjfjw) with beidou, childe, kaeya and hu tao?

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fluffy crack hcs with beidou, childe, kaeya, hu tao ✉

includes: beidou, childe kaeya, hu tao precis: it might be a bit annoying sometimes but it's endearing enough so it's fine! take note of: fluff, attempted humor, LOWKEY DK IF THIS IS FLUFF, modern au reader gender: gn <3 voice mail: this was so cute 🍉! enjoy^

❦ beidou

- kitchen food wars. the worst wars are when you're baking. the flour and various powders... have fun cleaning! the outcome is always fun tho and you bet she takes note of how many wins and loses you both have.

- has definitely spilt multiple bottles of wine before. not simultaneously ofc, just in total. she's a very expressive person and can get absorbed in her stories that she doesn't notice that some glass bottle is right next to her moving arm.

- says random crap when tired. says the most OUTLANDISH things, it reaches a fantasy level. she also remembers nothing she says. ''so what happened to the goldfish on the floor yesterday?" "what goldfish?" "the one you were telling me about last night..."

- always uses your charger. either hers is lost or not accessible. she gives the vibes. sometimes you have to fight for custody rights of YOUR OWN charger.

- has a heated blanket that the two of you just lay under. she uses it even on hot days but it's so comfy and domestic you can't complain.

❦ childe

- clings onto you tightly the ENTIRE NIGHT. doesn't care if it's hot, he's clinging onto you like a koala. he just likes holding you close :( if you try to kick him off, he'll whine and immediately grab onto you. if you wake up earlier than him, he'll try his best to keep you in bed.

- he can't sing, but he likes to. bursts into song at random intervals and you can't help but join him. he looks really happy when you two duet together. sofas are you stage and that random comb is your new mic.

- loses stuff a lot. ''hey, where did i put those scissors?" be prepared to be his assistant so often you actually start tracing his steps unconsciously.

- no sense of personal space. walks in on you and is shameless about it. door closed? it's open now! and it will stay open! HE DOES NOT CLOSE DOORS. GRRRRRRR. will walk in randomly to give you a kiss or hug tho!

- midnight snacks. if you wake up during one of his escapades, you have a whole midnight home date with lots of snacks. don't be alarmed if you wake up to find your food missing or dishes in the sink.

- spontaneous living room dances.

(bonus: walks around shirtless a lot)

❦ kaeya

- breaks cups. that's it. i can't explain. he just gives off that energy. drops them, shatters them, knocks them off a surface accidentally. "where's that mug?" "oh the one i broke the other day?"

- probably told you he'd try to make some fancy cocktail. it failed miserably. not that he can't cook, he just isn't a bartender. he either followed a youtube video or website and the 2 of you had a drink taste test together. needless to say there was a lot of room for improvement.

- hogs the blanket. i'm sorry. he just does. he's not even that affected by the cold, he just likes the feeling. he'll give you a big, warm hug the next day though!

- eats your food. 'what's yours is his and vice versa'. if you're not territorial about your food, great! if you are, he's a nightmare. maybe try a lock pad next?

- has tried to wear your clothes. doesn't matter if you're bigger or smaller than him, he's tried to make your clothes fit. does it when and when you are not home. if he executes a 'met gala level' look, be prepared to help him have a whole photoshoot.

- you two have a skin care routine together. that's all i have to say. (you also have a skin care playlist with a bunch of dramatic songs you guys dance to)

(bonus: walks around shirtless a lot pt.2)

❦ hu tao

- befriends the ghosts nearby. oh you didn't know about the nice old lady ghost next door? do you want to meet her? they don't harm you, there may be a few pesky ones but she has it under control!

- also befriends the local animals. it's really cute! stray cats might walk into your residence, but it's still cute! they all have names for sure and she feeds them <3 their names were made in the moment but dw, a few are definitely named after you. "awww look! match stick likes you!" "???"

- plays small pranks on you. probably does those food pranks, or changes your phone settings, or any fun simple prank. she's just in a silly goofy mood!! many of her pranks are spontaneous and they might even involve the animals.

- has an annoying ass alarm and doesn't shut it off. she never wakes up to her alarm, even if it's blasting loudly but YOU do, so ofc, you lay in bed and listen to it ring until you gather the energy to actually get up and turn it off.

- has a never ending supply of funny videos to show you.

- orders food at random. she forgets she ordered too and suddenly when you ask about it, she goes rushing for the payment. but she always gets something that you like <3

I GOT THE FEELS FOR YOU OH OH OH YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART OH YEA

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 12

Woohoo I finally wrote! And I'm leaving y'all on a cliffhanger to make you hate me even more! Sorry... I am currently writing the next chapter though, so hopefully that'll be up shortly. Thanks for sticking around during my little hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: some smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage

It’s my birthday. 

Normally, I wake up sad on my birthday. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because a birthday makes you think of who really cares, and you’re expecting messages from people, and when they don’t come, you feel like you don’t matter. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and that freaks me out. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I don’t wake up on this birthday feeling sad.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Colson is in bed beside me. He’s on his side, hand tucked under his head, and he sleeps soundly. I love the way that the sunlight catches his face, giving him a warm glow. He’s become so special to me so quickly. I’ve never been so happy, and I know you’re not supposed to find happiness solely in a relationship. I think Colson is just enhancing my life. A friend turned partner. It’s perfect.

It hasn’t even been a month since we made it official but I can’t help what I’m feeling. I’m at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling in love with Colson it’s scary. I won’t admit it any time soon, not until he does, but I feel it. How can I not? Colson is kind, funny, caring, and sexy. We get along great and I’m so much happier when I’m with him. 

I’m daydreaming about our relationship so deeply that I don’t notice his eyes are open until he says my name. I jump a little and meet his eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” Colson says with a sleepy grin. “C’mere.” I scoot closer, letting him wrap me in his arms. Warm lips press to my forehead and he gives me a squeeze. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I smile and nuzzle in closer. “Thank you,” I say. 

Colson told me last night, two glasses of wine in, that his birthday present was something amazing. I couldn’t get anything else out of him, no matter how hard I tried, and now that I’m remembering it again, I’m eager to find out what it is. 

“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “When do I get my present?”

Colson laughs. “Later tonight. Probably after dinner.” He’s taking me out to dinner and then we’ll spend the night here. 

“I guess I’d better get up and start getting ready,” I say. 

Colson gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass. “Yeah. You do that.” 

Later that night, I drive over to Colson’s place in my birthday outfit, a silky red dress that hugs my curves. Sophie and Alicia helped me pick it out and I feel beautiful in it. I can’t wait to show Colson.

I park in my usual spot in the driveway and let myself into the house. Pete is on the couch and he smiles, hopping to his feet. “Hey! Happy birthday!” he says, wrapping me in a hug. He smells good and his hug is warm. I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I don’t still feel something for Pete. It’s pointless to keep lying to myself. 

Pete pulls back from the hug and turns his head. “Kells! Alex is here!” he calls, then turns back to me. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of what looks like pain in his deep brown eyes. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. But there’s something else there, too…mischief?

“Hey,” I say, narrowing my eyes. 

Pete stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what my birthday present is going to be?” 

Pete opens his mouth to say something, but then I catch sight of Colson over Pete’s shoulder and my face lights up with a smile. Colson smiles right back as he saunters over. Pete steps out of the way and Colson cups my face, tipping it up so he can kiss me. “Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hi,” I say through a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod. Colson pulls away and turns to Pete. “See you later, brother.”

“See ya. Have fun,” Pete says from where he’s returned to the couch. I shoot what I hope is a menacing look at him over my shoulder as Colson takes my hand and we walk outside. Pete just winks and waves, and fuck if I don’t feel that wink right between my legs. 

Colson takes me to my favorite restaurant - Texas Roadhouse, duh - and we order drinks to start, sharing a basket of rolls. He looks so handsome, slightly dressed up. He just got a haircut - long on top and short on the sides, and it really suits him. The sides are his natural, darker color and the top of bleach blonde. “I love your hair, by the way,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “So you’ve said. A couple hundred times,” he teases.

I lightly kick his shin beneath the table and giggle. “Leave me alone. I just really like it, okay?” 

“I like yours, too,” Colson agrees. “And that dress. Goddamn.” His voice lowers as his eyes dip to my cleavage, and he takes his lip between his teeth as his eyes glaze over.

I blush and look around. “Save it for later, ya perv,” I joke, reaching for his hand. Colson takes my hand in his and leans in to kiss my knuckles, holding eye contact with me. My heart flutters in my chest, and suddenly, I realize I can’t deny another lie I’ve been telling myself. I’m 100% in love with Colson. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, blue eyes burning into mine. 

I shrug. “Nothing important,” I lie. 

We eat a delicious dinner and talk the entire time. On the drive back to his house, Colson pushes the hem of my dress up and rests his hand on my thigh, thumb stroking gently. Heat shoots between my legs and I bite my lip. I literally can’t get enough of him. 

He’s initiated every time, mainly because I’m terrified of rejection, and even though he’s my boyfriend now, I’m still scared it’ll happen. I glance over at him as he drives and he smiles at me. I turn my body and lean over, kissing his neck. Colson tenses up, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he purrs.

“Nothing,” I murmur into his warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. Reaching over, I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and slip my hand beneath his shirt to feel his stomach. Colson curses quietly under his breath and then his hand covers mine and pulls it back. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing my tongue over the double x tattoo behind his ear, a surefire way to make his dick hard. And it does. I watch as his pants begin to tent. 

Colson lets out a shaky breath. “I have cake for us at home. Pete’s waiting to have some with us,” he says. “Can we just hold off until after? I don’t really want to walk into my house with a boner.”

“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Just this once.” I pull back after tucking his shirt back in. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his cock in his pants, letting out a breath. Even in the late evening light, I can see the pink splotches on his cheeks and it makes me smile. 

When we pull up to the house, Colson comes to get my door. The inside is completely dark and I frown. “You sure Pete didn’t bail on us?” I ask. “Looks dark in there.”

Colson frowns, too. “He better not have,” he says irritably. “Maybe he fell asleep.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks it and we step into the pitch black. Out of nowhere, the lights flick on, and I jolt, shocked to find that the living room is filled with people. 

“Surprise!” they yell in unison, and that’s when I notice the party hats, the balloons, and the sign hanging from the doorway between the kitchen and living room reading ‘Happy Birthday Alex!’. 

I laugh and swat Colson’s stomach. “What the hell! You planned this?” I yell over the commotion.

Colson grins down at me and bends to kiss me softly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I’m immediately bombarded by hugs, and I just can’t believe Colson pulled off a surprise party. A room full of people I love, with the one who planned it all being the one I love most. I smile at him from where Alicia has me in an embrace, and I narrow my eyes. So that’s why he didn’t want to fool around in the car. I’ll get him back later. 

I’m handed a drink and then we gather around the table to play waterfall, my favorite drinking game. It’s easy to get fucked up, but it’s so fun that I don’t even mind. Sure enough, after a few rounds, we’re all drunk and rowdy. I’m in Colson’s lap laughing loudly at something Slim said, and I’m so, so happy. 

The only problem is my wandering eye. 

I can’t help but notice Pete. He sits on the couch, legs in the perfect man-spread position, big, tattooed hand curled around a beer. His cheeks are rosy and his smile is warm and his voice jolts something within me whenever he talks. Plus, he keeps glancing over at me and smirking like an asshole.

But then I feel Colson’s warm hand on my hip, his lips against my shoulder, and I smile, remembering that this is my boyfriend. Sexy, smart, funny, and kind, Colson is mine. So why am I still hung up on Pete?

“Can we play truth or dare but with only dares?” I slur, and the group laughs. 

“We pretty much already know everything about each other,” Rook says with a shrug. 

“Sure, birthday girl,” Slim says. “You wanna go first?”

“I can never think of good dares,” I pout. “You go first, babe.”

“Alright,” Colson says, looking around the circle. “Rook, I dare you to do a backflip.”

“Wait,” Alicia says. “Can you actually do one?”

Rook laughs. “Yeah, I can. Not sure how well when I’m this drunk, though.” The ceiling is high and Rook backs up away from the group. We all watch in awe as he throws a perfect backflip, landing solidly. Everyone cheers and Rook bows. 

The game continues on. We’re all coupled up, but everything always ends up sexual in nature. I return to Colson’s lap after Sophie fulfilled a dare given to her by Logan. She was dared to make out with me and she pulled me right into her lap for the dare. My heart is racing a little and it only quickens when I feel Colson’s erection against my ass. 

“That was hot, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. 

I hum in response, pleasantly drunk and turned on. I’m about to drag his ass from the room when Sophie speaks. 

“Kells, your turn,” she says. 

“Alright,” Colson says, scanning the room. His eyes land on Pete. something mischievous flickers in Colson’s eyes. “Pete,” he says. “I dare you to make Alex moan.”

The room falls awkwardly silent. Pete clears his throat, cheeks reddening. “Wh-what?” he asks.

“You heard me,” he says, eyes burning into Pete’s. “Dare’s a dare. She’s the birthday girl, after all.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at Colson, who only nods. His eyes hold no jealousy, just smoldering desire, and he’s gotten even harder against me, if possible. I swallow hard and glance at Pete. 

“Shit,” Pete says, then laughs, patting his thighs. “Come here, Alex.”

It’s a good thing we’re all drunk. Colson pushes me off him and I stumble over to Pete, taking his hand as he pulls me into his lap. I glance around, and everyone’s eyes are on me. The guys are smirking and the girls just look intrigued. No one looks worried or scared. 

I glance at Colson and he nods, picking up his drink. “Go on, baby,” he tells me. 

I swallow hard and look at Pete, who’s staring up at me with dark eyes. Fuck, he looks hot. He bites his lip. “You okay with this?” he asks. I can’t speak right now, so a small nod is my only response. “Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, wrapping soft lips around the side of my neck. I swallow hard and close my eyes, hands tightening on his shoulders. 

The heavy bass of a loud song pulsates in my body. I could moan now and end this, or I could milk it. I’m too drunk to feel guilty and I choose the latter. I let Pete’s lips explore my neck and chest, moving slowly down my cleavage. My chest heaves slightly and Pete huffs against my heated skin. I’m keeping it together relatively well until he decides to end me.

Suddenly, Pete’s big hands grip my ass hard and he drags his tongue up my cleavage and neck, and a moan slips out, uninhibited. It’s then that I remember our friends are surrounding us, and they celebrate Pete completing his dare. Pete gives my ass a little pat that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and I get off his lap, returning to Colson. 

My boyfriend smirks and wraps his arm around me, resting his big hand on my thigh. He leans down into my ear. “Did you like that?” he murmurs. 

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. Shouldn’t Colson be jealous? He was the one to dare Pete in the first place. I’m confused. “I’ll be right back,” I say. I need to clear my head, get some fresh air. I push off the couch and walk out onto the back porch, feeling sober as soon as the cool air hits my skin. I draw in a deep breath and steady myself on the railing. What the fuck is going on?

Colson asked me to be his girlfriend. I suppose he never said anything specific about being exclusive, but I just figured that’s what we were doing. But now he’s daring his best friend to make me moan. Who does that? I’m not sure how to feel about it, but it’s hard to figure it out because my pussy aches between my thighs. I squeeze them together and let out a little helpless noise, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and the backs of my eyes begin to sting. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

I don’t turn around when I hear the door whoosh open and shut behind me, but I do notice there are two sets of footsteps. I tense up slightly as Colson steps up beside me, leaning against the railing, but I do look over when Pete takes my other side. I blink in confusion, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What the hell is going on?” I ask helplessly.

Colson and Pete chuckle and I frown, glaring at Colson, whose smile fades immediately. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, putting a hand to my lower back. “I should’ve talked to you about it first to see if you were okay with it.”

“Why are you okay with it?” I blurt, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “I-I’m your girlfriend. Pete’s your best friend.” I jerk my thumb towards the other man. 

Colson chuckles and meets Pete’s eyes over my head before looking back down at me. “Alex,” he says. “I like threesomes. Okay?” My body tenses, and the ache between my legs intensifies. Just then, Pete scoots closer, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I look up at him and he just watches me with his lip between his teeth. 

“I like watching my girl get fucked,” Colson continues, cupping my chin so I’ll look at him. “I want to watch you with Pete. And I want him to watch you with me.”

“I want that, too,” Pete says huskily, and I swallow hard, looking over at him again. He plays gently with my hair. “I’ve never stopped being attracted to you, Alex. Just because I don’t really date doesn’t mean I don’t still fuck.”

I stare dumbly at him for a moment before turning back to Colson. “Am I hallucinating this?” I ask. “Is this a trick to see if I’m faithful?”

Colson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, this is real,” he murmurs, “and definitely not a trick. I’ve been paying attention and I think you want this, too.”

He steps closer and grabs one of my hips, turning my body so my back is pressed to his front. His hands slide over my curves and I breathe shallowly as I feel his erection press against me. Pete steps forward, a question in his eyes as his fingertips trace down my neck. I close my eyes and whimper almost painfully. I do want this, so badly it hurts. Is that wrong?

“Here’s what I think we should do,” Colson murmurs in my ear. “Pete and I take you to my room and we fuck you, make you come until you can barely move.” My eyes are locked on Pete’s as Colson speaks, and Pete’s already dark brown eyes seem to blacken. 

“But we need to hear that you want this, Alex,” Pete says as he steps into my space. His hands find a space on my waist above Colson’s, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts through my silky dress. My breath hitches. 

“Mm, she’s hesitant,” Colson murmurs. “She wants to be a bad girl, but she’s scared.” It should feel degrading, having Colson talk about me right in front of me, but it only makes me ache more. Colson snaps his fingers and I jolt slightly. “Ah,” he says. “Let’s see what her body is saying.”

Pete smirks as Colson’s hand skims up beneath my dress. The red silk moves easily as his fingers move between my legs, skillfully pushing aside the crotch of my panties, which is soaked. Colson lets out a low, raspy groan as his fingers find me dripping wet. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “But I need to hear you say it, Alex.” 

I’m a shaken can of Coke ready to explode and I finally do. “Yes!” I blurt, cheeks reddening. “God, yes, I want it, I want both of you, please.” My words come out in a rush of breath and the boys chuckle together, meeting eyes. 

“Good girl,” Pete says, tipping my chin up as he leans down to kiss me. My legs weaken and Colson has to hold me up as Pete kisses me thoroughly, slowly at first but deeper as time goes on. I whimper helplessly into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and Colson’s wrist with the other. 

“P-please,” I squeak when he pulls back.

“Come on, baby,” Colson murmurs, pulling me towards the door. Pete follows close behind. Everyone’s still partying, pretty drunk now, so the three of us are able to easily sneak past everyone to Colson’s room. Pete locks the door behind us. 

Colson sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me. Warm hands find my thighs, stroking gently, and there’s love in his eyes when he looks up at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Are you drunk?”

I shake my head no. “Tipsy, but not drunk.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Alex. Do you want this?”

I swallow hard, glancing at Pete who leans against the wall. I can see his erection through his gray sweats and I have to stifle a moan as I look back at Colson. “Yes, I want this,” I say firmly. 

Colson grins and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “If it ever goes too far,” he says against my lips, “you tell us and we’ll stop.”

“Don’t even feel bad about it,” Pete says. “We don’t give a fuck. We’ll stop when you want us to.” They’re both so serious and a huge chunk of my anxiety dissolves. I nod and smile at Colson, and then Pete.

“Boys?” I say.

“Yeah, baby?” Colson asks at the same time Pete says, “Yeah?”

I look between them, then get to my feet. Their eyes are locked on me as I reach behind myself and unzip my dress. Then, I let it slowly puddle onto the floor around my feet, leaving me in a lacy matching set, stockings high up on my thighs. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Pete says, swallowing hard. 

“Yeah,” Colson croaks, staring me down. 

I put my hands on my hips and smirk. “Can you please stop being so gentle now and fuck me like you promised?”

[kilbygrl]

I NEED A SECOND; jack harlow

pairing: jack harlow x fem!reader

category: smut. MINORS DNI or you'll be blocked.

summary: date night with your fuck buddy, jack.

warnings: oral sex (both recieving), fingering, overstimulation, slight slapping, mentions of punishment, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), if i missed something lmk.

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a/n: hello my babies, i didnt really got so much energy to write anything new today so here's an old piece of mine, hope y'all like it. this is really purely smut, straight to sex.

You jump into Jack's lap as soon as he walks into your house. You invited him to eat and consequently have sex, since it's the best thing you two do together. He is startled at first, but then he puts his arms around your waist, kissing you. His hands travel down your body, stopping at your ass which is only covered by your panties since you're wearing nothing but it and a big shirt. 

“I missed you” you say, giving him a few pecks. 

“Me too” he mumbles, walking over to your couch. 

He sits up and you stand on top of him, swinging each leg to either side of his body. You reach for his lips again and kiss him harder this time, purposefully griding on his cock, which was already showing signs of life. You weren't going to have sex before you two ate, but seeing his horny gaze makes you feel great, especially when he's aroused. 

“I'm going to put on some clothes,” you say, planting kisses across his jaw. 

“If it was up to me, you could go nude” pulls your shirt up, facing your uncovered breasts. 

“Yeah, but it’s not” you take his hands off, getting up from his lap “I'll be right back” 

You walk up to your room, stopping in front of your lingerie drawer and look for something nice. You decide to wear a bra that looks more like a top as it covers half of your belly. You grab one of your pretty but plain panties, since you know Jack will end up ripping them off at the end of the day. You put on shorts with a light fabric on top, and you don't worry about picking a shirt, you know you look so fucking good. 

You go back to the living room and there he is, sitting and fiddling with his inseparable cell phone. You call him, and he looks at you pointing to the kitchen and walking there. Soon the curly gets the message he gets up, walking right behind you. You sit in one of the chairs at the table that’s not too big, since you don't need more than that. Jack sits next to you, placing one of his hands on your leg, this one doesn't miss a chance. 

“New lingerie?” he asks, running his eyes over your breasts. 

“Mhm, did you like it?” you give a genuine smile, running your hands down your waist. 

"For real, can’t we skip the food part?"  he raises his hand more, stopping it right next to your panties. 

“I'm hungry” you pout “And I swear the ceviche is wonderful” 

“Okay, we really need to talk.” He takes his hand off your leg and takes his chopsticks. 

“We need?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“I need your company for a wedding, next month” you choke on wine, what? 

“I don't know if…” you can’t finish your sentence before he interrupts you. 

“You don't have to answer now, okay? Think and talk to me, but I would really like you to go with me” he says in an affectionate tone and you nod. 

He is your best friend, and excluding the amazing sex, he's always here for everything you need, even if it's to take a pregnancy test when a symptom hits, or to go to Alaska to ski, if you can ski there. You can't let him down, since he himself wants you to go, you sure can. 

“I’ll go” you say after swallowing one of your sushi rolls. 

“You decide it quickly” he jokes, bringing the glass to his mouth. 

“Returning favors.” you reach for his face and kiss his jaw.  

He just smiles at you and we go back to eating. After you finished eating, you had asked him to put on some music while you tidy up in the kitchen, and he obeyed you, like a good boy. If Jack heard thoughts, he would probably kill you for calling him a good boy. 

“Ready?” the blonde suddenly hugs you from behind while you put the dirty bowls in the sink. 

“For?” you ask, playing dumb. 

He doesn't answer, just turns you around in a sudden movement, making you face him. You cover your smile by giving him a soft kiss, which soon becomes a hot kiss. His hands go straight to your ass as he guides you to the counter, sitting you down. Without any hesitation, his hands go into your shorts and underwear at the same time. His huge fingers brush your lips, making you tear your mouths apart to moan. In seconds, his belt is unbuttoned, along with his pants, which Jack does the favor of lowering them along with his black boxers. You bite your bottom lip as you take his cock, feeling your mouth water. Jack pulls you closer with his free arm, rubbing his cock against you. He knows all your weaknesses. 

“Moan for me, baby” he says into your ear, rubbing it against your clit. 

"Jack..." you wanted to scream his name from all corners, but you know he'll punish you if you do. 

"What do you want baby? You can ask me anything” he bites your neck. 

“Can you eat me out?” you use a more innocent tone, knowing that it drives him crazy. 

“You want me to eat you out, uh?” you nod, feeling your body contract, since he had only increased the pace of his movements. 

He stops at once, causing you to let out a groan of frustration. He puts his boxers back on, but takes his pants, doing the same with his button-down shirt. You feel your clothes burn your body, if you take your clothes, you know he will punish you in one way or another, and you’re not really up to it now. Harlow, for some reason, loves to run his hand through your body while taking you clothes off, and you can’t judge him, you know you’re hot.  

He guides you to your room, laying you down on the bed. He unties your shorts that had a slight bow at the waist and takes them off your body in seconds, and as you expected, your lace panties are ripped, turning into another piece of cloth. Mental note: no more panties when having sex with him. Not that you fuck anyone but him, but, yeah. 

“Do you want me to touch you here, baby?” he spreads your legs wider, running his middle finger along your slit and you nod, feeling your skin crawl “Use your words” 

"Yes, plese...” you beg, taking a breath, but a slap is landed on your thigh. 

Jack is satisfied and lowers himself, coming face to face with your pussy. His hot tongue slides across your clit, making your cry out loud. Good thing you don't have neighbors that close. He continues with calm, slow movements, driving you crazy. You want to yell at him and tell him to go faster, but you lack the courage. You start to move against his mouth, hoping he gets the message. But he continues with the slow movements, does he want to make you go crazy? 

“Please go faster,” you mutter under your breath, bringing your right hand to his already messy hair. 

Jack seems to understand and moves her tongue faster, making you sigh. He is definitely perfect, always gives his best and does everything to please both of you in the same way. You could clearly start to fall for him if you hadn't talked about it earlier, but your "friends with benefits" relationship is enough for you. 

Your body goes into spasms as soon as you feel something different, if he keeps up with the same rhythm, you'll come in a few minutes. Said and done, the wonderful sensation of an orgasm invades your body as you bite your lip, pulling Jack’s hair harder, but before you can recover from your orgasm, the blonde thrusts two of his huge fingers into you, moving them at medium speed. This bitch is insatiable. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You're so tight.” he bites your thigh, moving his hand faster “Fucked you so many times but you can’t barely fit my fingers in” 

He climbs up his torso, so his face is facing breasts that are still covered by the laced bra. He pushes the cloth away from you left breast with his free hand, running his tongue over your sensitive nipple. You arch your back, letting out a loud groan as he hits a point unknown to you until this moment.  He notices and picks up his pace, hitting it repeatedly. Fuck, it's the best thing you’ve ever felt in your life. You feel your second orgasm approaching, and you bring your hands to your hair strands, tugging at them. You can't contain your moans, being even louder. 

“Jack” you moan his name, coming once more and going into ecstasy. 

Your eyes automatically close and your body spasms. Jack takes his fingers from you, and calls your name, making you half open your eyes. 

“I need a second,” you say between heavy breaths, trying to recover. 

“You look so beautiful after an orgasm,” he murmurs, putting the two fingers that were inside you on his mouth, sucking them. 

You can't contain a little smile, showing that you’re satisfied. You feel recovered, and sit up in bed, pulling your bra up, leaving your breasts free. Jack watches you, licking his lips. You grab his hand and pull it, making him come on top of you again. He fits between your legs, pressing your lips together. 

“I want to suck you” you say with your faces still close, taking your hands to the waistline of his boxers that still haven't been completely removed. 

“You're being a bad girl.” you feel his breath on your face. 

“I'll let you punish me later” you bring your lips to his earlobe and give a light suck, gathering all your strength to change positions. 

After you can get on top, you let a few kisses down his jaw, moving towards his neck. You bite the spot, giving a few simple kisses right after. You decide not spend more time there and then you’re on your knees on the floor, facing the black piece. You raise your gaze to the curly, who expresses anticipation. It wasn't the first, and possibly not the last, time you’d do this, but each time it was a different experience. You tug at the underwear, pulling it out in desperation. You run your tongue over your lips as soon as you see his cock in front of you. Holy shit, what a man. 

You take your hand to his length and make back and forth movements, watching him throw his head back and let out a loud groan. That's what you want to hear. You take your hand off him for a few seconds and put your hair into a bun, just so they don't get in the way. Jack turns her gaze to you, and give him a dirty smile. You stick your tongue out and run it over his head, feeling the taste of pre-cum. You decide to get it over with soon and put everything that fits into your mouth at once, stimulating the rest with your right hand. 

Jack brings one of his hands to your hair, coordinating your movements with your head. You hear his moans getting louder and louder, followed by long sighs. You lift your gaze to him, not straying from the main thing. His head was still thrown back, while a few drops of sweat ran down his body. Fuck, he drives you crazy doing nothing. The movements of his hand on you head increase, making you almost choke. He can really be a little rough at times. 

You feel his veins thicken and help him, sucking his cock more precisely. In seconds liquid from him is expelled, rushing down your throat at once. Jack lets out a loud grunt, tugging at your hair this time. You take your mouth away from him, wiping the corners of your lips with your left index finger, while your right hand grips his thigh. 

“Did I do well?” you ask with a smirk as he adjusts his posture, looking at you still on your knees. 

“You're always great, darling” he replies, making you shiver. 

You get up, sitting on his lap. You wrap your arms around his torso and watch his face. Amazing how he can be fucking handsome in any condition. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"  he arches an eyebrow and you shake your head, chuckling lightly. 

“Is nothing. It's just because we're like Jack and Y/N today, nothing more. We rarely do that.” you shrug, burying you head on his neck. 

“It doesn't matter if we're Y/N and Jack or anything else, the important thing is that we fuck really well together.” He shifts your position, getting on top of you. 

"Hey, was I trying to be cute?"  it was supposed to be a statement, but it sounded more like a question. 

“We're here for sex, baby. Not to be cute.” he brings his mouth to one of your breasts and nibbles at your nipple. You throw your head back, biting your bottom lip. 

“You could bring me flowers later, that would be sweet of you” you tease him, letting out a light laugh. 

“Okay, Y/N, now shut up,” he says, already impatient. 

You laugh again, putting your hands over your face. Jack returns his attention to you, burying his head in your bare neck. His dick finds your clit, griding on it, as you feel more turned on. You remove your hands from your face and place them in Jack's hair, tugging at him as he increases his movements. You let out a few melodious moans, wanting him to fuck you soon enough. 

“Fuck, Jack, get on with it,” you complain, biting your bottom lip. 

He obeys you, but not in the way you expected. The blonde enters on you all at once, making you scream. Not like this, damn it. His hands grip your waist and his body moves against yours frantically. Yeah, you can't deny that this is good. He completely gets out of you and enters again, repeating the movements several times. You roll your eyes in pleasure, digging your not-so-long nails into his back. 

Jack shifts our positions again, sitting on the bed. When you’re on top of his cock again, you turn onto your back, fitting yourself into his body. You fit him into you, taking a deep breath as you start to go up and down on his dick. You hear his melodic moans and you can't control yours either.  The curly takes his hands to your waist, helping you with the movements. You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling a light trickle of sweat covers your entire body. Jack bites your back, bringing one of his hands to one of your breasts and the other continues to support you as you ride into his lap. 

You end up changing positions again, this time Jack turns your face down on the bed and spreads your legs, going all in on you again. Motherfucker. You bite your bottom lip just as he slaps your ass, feeling heat take over the area. You’re sure his hand was completely marked there. You feel your third orgasm approaching as he grabs your waist, pulling your body against his. You can hear your skins bumping as sighs escape his beautiful mouth. You can't see him, but your intuition tells you his head is thrown back and saliva is running down his lips. You moan picturing him in like this. 

"Baby, you're still on birth control, aren't you?" he asks, and you mumble a positive answer. 

You were used to have sex without a condom, because you forced him to do all the STD tests with you and you started taking the pill regularly, just to avoid any headaches. 

“Faster” your voice is muffled and you feel your head spin. 

He picks up speed, moaning louder this time. You feel your stomach tighten, and you grip the pillows burying your face on it. Your third orgasm of the night hits you, and you open your mouth, closing your eyes. You let out a loud moan and then Jack comes too, spewing all of his cum into you. The blonde slows down, stopping for good. He comes out of you, laying down. 

“Holy shit, not fucking you for a while is worth later,” he mutters to you and you nod, still recovering. 

"Can we cuddle together pretending to be lovers because we can't get up?" you ask, still with your eyes closed. 

“We can.” Jack encircles your waist, pulling you to him. 

You lay your head on his shoulder, fitting your naked bodies together. You leave a light kiss on his chest as he strokes your hair. 

“Thanks.” you open your eyes, looking into his blue eyes. 

“For what?” 

“I don't know, just thanks.” you shrug. 

“You're weird, Y/N” you hear him laugh. 

“I know” you finish sleepily and suppress a smile, snuggling closer to his body. 

Sleep invades you and you feel at home, you loved the post-sex moments with Jack. You let yourself go, and you sleep, right there, hoping you don't wake up so early, and when you do, he'll still be there, with you. 

[catholicdaredevil]

Imagine sending Foggy some nudes while he’s working on an important case

bestie the way that i want to gobble him up

this is an a reader wearing an afab-ish set of lingerie there are no specific body parts described or gender but a 'set' specifically which i think is usually considered afab even tho anyone can wear it gender/sex-wise

-

he was supposed to be home hours ago. when you'd put dinner on the table for two, glasses of wine and all. he was supposed to text you if he was gonna be late. but your phone sat untouched, not a single text or call, on the table next to you where you sat. it took only twenty minutes for you to realize he wasn't coming, that he'd forgotten to tell you too.

he never did this, not really. there'd been maybe three times including this one that he'd forgotten to even tell you he was gonna be late. it only happened when something really serious came up, which is why you let it slide. he was a good boyfriend, a great boyfriend, so it was easy to give him these small allowances.

so you ate dinner, your dinner. drank your glass of wine, and packed his up for him. tucking them into the fridge with a small sticky note saying you loved him and just because he was late didn't mean he had an excuse to not eat something. washing the dishes and setting them in the drying rack to finish out your own night, if he wasn't gonna be home anytime soon you might as well go to sleep early. catch up on rest that you miss more often than not.

lights off, doors locked, you change out of your clothes from the day. there's a moment when you hesitate, decide whether or not you wanna make foggy's night a little harder for ditching you. the decision is easy, it's always fun to fuck with foggy and this is your favorite way to do it.

it's not hard, to get him riled up like this, just a nice matching set. blue is his favorite so blue it is. it's feels nice to get dressed up like this, checking your hair in the mirror while you adjust the straps and lace on your skin. you climb up into your bed, fluffing your white comforter under you and getting posed into what is, while vaguely uncomfortable to stretch your back like this, perfect.

a few snaps of your phone camera later, and you send them off before climbing under the covers, content to fall asleep while foggy suffers at work.

-

foggy's phone buzzing is the first sound he hears other than his own thoughts in four hours. it jolts him out of his focus, he's been glued to his laptop since 2pm, minutes ticking by slowly while he goes through page after page of bleary boring paperwork. it's probably getting about time to head home, he knows it's date night and he promised he'd be home for dinner.

dinner that was.... two hours ago.

fuck.

he grabs his phone off the table, unlocking it to shoot you the longest apology text he can write when your message pops up on his screen and he almost fumbles and drops his phone in surprise.

"is everything okay fog?" of course matt's here with him, of course matt's here still, matt doesn't have a loving partner who's been waiting on him to get home. matt doesn't have dinner sitting on a table somewhere getting cold while he works, and most importantly, matt doesn't have lewds on his phone screen in the middle of the office.

"uh-um, yeah of course, um." foggy barely chokes out the word, eyes scanning down then up, down then up, each time getting stuck on different spots. its blue. god damn it, it's blue. blue is his favorite. and if his decision wasn't already made at the sight of the time, it was certainly made now. "i'm late, i gotta go."

"right now?" matt's brow shoots up while foggy piles all of his stuff into his bag haphazardly, his papers are going to be all out of order and crumpled and probably bother him the next day. but that is a problem for next day foggy, today foggy is gonna go home and apologize with his words. and then, if you let him, his hands, and his mouth, and his cock.

"yes, right the fuck now." on instinct he stops walking by matt, leaning down to kiss the top of matt's head. "bye!"

as he's running out the door he hears matt call out through laughter, "is this because of whatever photo they just sent you?"

"right you are again matty, i'm gonna go have sex." foggy replies, slamming the door to nelson and murdock behind him on his way out. already sending off a series of texts to you, hurried apologies and promises for what he'll do when he gets home, what he'll do to you when he gets home.

at home you lie in bed, only moving when you hear the familiar ding of six incoming texts, one right after the other and you smile knowing exactly what they say.

that foggy's on his way.

[savoies]

mad at you - anthony beauvillier.

summary: tito and y/n were friends with benefits but what happens when they realize that they want something more

Or

no matter how hard they tried y/n kept on coming back to tito and tito kept on coming back to y/n

specified pronouns: she/her.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, maybe one bad word.

a/n: I wrote this with the help of my best friend last summer and after five rough drafts and one whole year later here we are. also I know a lot of people voted for tito on this one so here we finally have it. I don't want to talk about how long it took me to write because it was definitely one of the most challenging fics to write ever.

(*credit to gif owner*)

Here you were yet another fight between you and Tito. Probably over something stupid but fights between you guys seemed to be reacurring a lot these past few days. He was out on the hallway sitting on the stairs while you were pacing back and forth near the front door, both trying to calm yourselves down. Tito walked back inside ready to talk it out with you.

“Y/N look i'm sorry for whatever I said, but why can't you see that this is so much more than some casual hookup.” Tito spoke up. See that was the problem. To you it was just a hookup,or at least you pretended for it to be, because you were scared of it being something more. So your whole blowup sort of seemed reasonable, at least to you. You were done with this, he kept on going on for a while now on how your friends with benefits deal should be more but you thought that wouldn't be for the best due to certain circumstances. He was a professional hockey player and you were scared of what it would be like. People probably knowing every detail of your relationship and him being away quite a lot. Y/N was a sucker for romance. She wasn't scared of commitment but what if Tito didn't feel the same once they were actually in a relationship. Thinking that once the euphoria of the feeling of sex wore off he would feel difffent. But of course Tito didn't, he wanted this, he wanted something more with you.

“Anthony please, you don't know what you're saying.” Y/N exasperated as she pulled her hair.

“What do you mean I don't know what i'm saying, I'm fully capable of my words. I'm not drunk Y/N, we had one glass of wine two hours ago, just please listen to me.”

¨No, I'm sorry Tito, please just go.¨ the girl said, she didn't want to hear what they could be in some imaginary world of his.

~~~

After Y/N kicked out Tito she thought about his words quite a lot. Them repeating in her head everyday as she went to bed. Tito wasn't one to lie, especially about his feelings. Now they were avoiding each other neither one brave enough to send the come over text even though they both needed each other.

“Dude I don't even know why you got yourself in this situation” Mat told his best friend.

Since Tito had found out he was in love with Y/N he came to his best friend for support. Even though Mat wasn't much support just stating that Tito had dug himself into this hole so he had to get himself out. What a great best friend Tito thought.

Weeks later Tito finally broke the silence with a simple come over text. He had a stressful game and needed you. In many more ways than one. Y/N headed over with one thought in her head, We are simply gonna talk. And as she headed into Mat and Tito’s apartment complex she repeated that thought. Yet three hours later here she was laying in bed with the sheets wrapped around her body and Tito's arm around her waist. Great talking she thought. She looked over at the clock, a bright green 2:23am looking back at her. She decided it was better to head home instead of facing him in the morning.

~~~

13 hours later here she was standing in front of his apartment once again to simply talk. They didn't do much talking that day either. She moaned as his lips grazed her skin. Needing his touch. As they were both bare and their bodies collided together in unison.

Later that night after pulling apart Anthony spoke first “you want takeout?”

“Anthony, what are we doing?” Y/N rubbed her hands over her face.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“What are we, because all I see here is two people hooking up,” you said as both of you laid in bed.

“We are more than just a hookup and you know it.” Tito said as he pushed himself up with his elbows. “we fell in love along the way and you know it, please tell me do i mean nothing to you?”

“Don’t do this. don’t make this into something it’s not.” You said as you got out of bed and picked up your clothes.

“Don’t do this y/n please, you know it's something more.” Tito said as he grabbed your arm slightly.

“Yes! ok! Yes, you mean something and I hate it! I hate it that I think of you way too much! I hate that you're all that consumes my mind every night as I lay in bed because it's scary how much you mean to me” You told him, turning to face him.

~~~

You had gone out with your friends, to some club in the middle of New York City. And now here you stood outside in the cold with your arms wrapped around you, waiting for Tito to pick you up.

So now as you sat in the car with him you didn't expect the conversation you were going to have next.

“Look Y/N i want to be with you and I don't know why you're holding me back, why are you denying me.” Tito said as he drove through the lit up streets of New York City.

“Tito please, not right now, not today, can we just drive home in silence.” You said letting out a sigh.

“No Y/N we can't. You know why we can't, because I got out of my bed and drove across town to pick you up ok. So that is why we can't. Please just do me the favor of listening to me, maybe even talking if you want.” He said, knuckles clutching the steering wheel.

“What do you want me to say Tito. That I want you and that we should be together just so what we already have together can end.” You told him.

“Y/N see, that's the problem. You keep on talking about how if we get together what we have now will end but its not so are you just going to keep on doing this. Going to keep pushing me away like you always do with everything and everyone.” He said.

Now Y/N knew that she shouldn't have gotten mad at him. Maybe it had to do with all her insecurities and vulnerabilities coming out or even the slight alcohol in her system so of course she felt sort of like Tito was attacking her.

“Yes! I am gonna do that! And you know what? I'm gonna forget about you!” She said as she stepped out of her car and walked up to her apartment building. “Thanks for the ride.” She said as she closed the door.

“You don’t mean that.” Tito said, knowing that it was probably just the alcohol in her system.

“I do! so make it easier for yourself and stop coming around!” She said as she walked into her apartment building and Tito drove off after letting out a sigh and seeing the girl enter the building.

~~~

After that night Tito and Y/N haven't seen each other for a couple of months. Her burying herself in school and Tito with practice. None of them talking about what happened. Both of them busying themselves with friends and going out to hopefully forget about the other except it wasn't that easy. Or it wasn't going to be that easy as they drowned themselves with going out and with hooking up.

Tito had hooked up with some random girl and at night in the dark with alcohol in his system he didn't realize it but in the morning as he took in his surroundings he realized that it was your apartment building. Him exiting the apartment and seeing you laughing with your friends as you entered the elevator. And right there and then was when Tito realized that all this busying himself couldn't help with how much he missed you. How much he missed doing random stuff like takeout at midnight, or how much he missed you in between his sheets.

After that night, a few days later he stood here outside your door. Bringing himself to knock. You opening the door after three knocks. “I couldn't forget about you.” Tito said as he took in your appearance.

There he stood. The boy you tried to forget. Yet somehow you couldn't. Because no matter how hard you tried to forget him or stay mad at him you couldn't. All you wanted to do was be with him and after fighting it for so long, you couldn't longer do it. You wrapped your arms around him, his arms placed on the small of your back as you placed your hands on his face and leaned in. The kiss being real this time, being filled with so much need and passion, not just some hot and messy hookup kiss. In the end, you couldn't stay mad at him and he couldn't stay mad at you.

.☆☆☆.

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[lovinghiddleston]

Not drunk; Chris Evans

the reader is keeping a secret away from Chris, so after dinner with her friends, things just come out.

Gif is not mine. Credits to unearthlydust.

Pairings: Chris Evans x pregnant!reader.

Warnings: None, this is pure love and fluff stuff. If you feel uncomfortable with pregnancy just don't read.

A/N: I'm not a native English speaker and I'm also new on Tumblr so pls don't be rude. I hope you enjoy this!

MY WORKS BELONGS TO ME. DON'T TRANSLATE, DON'T COPY AND DON'T PUBLISH THIS ON WATTPAD OR ANY SITE.

Chris was completely sure that you'll be coming back home in a clumsily drunk state. No matter how many times you denied his declaration, he ignored you like a kid. You used to go out with your friends every Tuesday night, you'd probably have dinner in some fancy restaurant and sometimes it was hard for your group to skip the champagne and the wine. You promised him that tonight it was going to be different, little did he know it was because you have a secret you are still keeping for yourself. Not for long, you imagine.

"No alcohol for me." You repeated, again. He smiled.

"I don't believe you, ya know?"

"You look so beautiful." Chris was behind you in your bedroom. "You promise me you'll be going safe tonight?"

"You should, I'm your fiance." The man was all smiles and nodded to you in front of the mirror.

He hugged you and his hands went to your belly in almost a second, you died in that moment. How can he know about your secret? You just realized you were pregnant yesterday and nobody knows it, you tried to keep the secret away from your family and friends. That was the reason you didn't want to drink alcohol, you have a beautiful life in your own body. Something made by love. The hands of the man you loved in your belly could be a coincidence? Chris didn't say anything, he was looking at you in the mirror with a dreaming look.

"Are you okay?" You asked your lover, interrogating him with your eyes.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too."

Chris left you in the restaurant with a kiss and a hardly goodbye. You easily started a conversation with your girlfriends and you ate more than ever. Your appetite was quite different tonight and when your best friend met your eyes, you could know that she must know something. Lisa was already drunk, she flirted with the waiter three times and everytime he walked next to her, she made a comment about his ass. You thought she was too loose in her own mind to care about you or the way you didn't touch the champagne and preferred to drink water. So, when you walked to the bath in the middle of the dinner, she followed you like a shadow.

"Why didn't you drink the champagne? Something is happenin'? You never leave the glass full " She asked you, coming next to you. "Oh, no. You're pregnant, It's the only reason I can think right know."

"Is that a bad thing?" You asked, your friend was the first person you told about your uncoming baby.

"No, that's great! I don't like kids for sure, I think they're ugly but it's good for you. You like kids."

You couldn't not smile at her in that moment, she was drunk and she was really honest with all her confessions. Lisa will probably forget all you said tonight. It was good too, you felt so overwhelmed and worried about your baby and your future, so you were kind of more relaxed with your friend not acting like a mother.

"I think I'll call Chris, I feel like I couldn't wait any longer. He is the father, I mean, he must know this."

"Chris is the father?" You raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that Chris was the father. You were together for two years now and he was the first real boyfriend you had. He met your family and you met his. His dog was pretty close to you from the first moment. You loved him and the relationship you both had made. Being his wife was the next step in your relationship and it was coming in only two weeks.

You called Chris in the bathroom, Lisa was still there and you made a short call, or at least, that's what you expected. You just wanted him to take you home and eventually, you'll be going to tell him the truth. You were ending the call when Lisa screamed too loud. "AN APPLAUSE FOR THE DAD! DADDY CHRIS!"

"Chris…" you whispered, hearing your own heartbeat.

"I'm coming, just wait there."

He didn't sound angry or happy, or with any emotion at all. Your nails were suffering from your own nerves and when you saw his car on the street, you knew that the secret must have to be revealed. Chris opened the door for you and he didn't say anything. You took a seat and waited for a couple of minutes, your department wasn't really away from the restaurant and you both came to the house faster. The front door was being closed when he finally spoke.

"Is that true?" you saw his puppy eyes. "Me being a dad?"

You nodded your head slowly. "You are going to be a father."

He made something that you weren't expecting, his arms lifted you from the ground and kissed you as he knew how. Like the time he proposed to you, Chris made an eternal promise. You move your own hands to bring him even closer.

"It's kinda sad that I have to discover the truth by your drunk friend." he said, leaving kisses in your lips. "But I've never been so happy like now. I think we should move the date of our wedding, I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife."

Your laugh broke the serious moment in Chris' face. "No way! You have to wait only for two weeks."

"That's a lot, love"

"Well, we have to wait for nine months for our baby. Two weeks are nothing compared to that."

"Our baby, how magical that sounds?" Chris left a kiss in your nose. "Okay, fine. I think we should do other things while we wait."

And after all, that's how everything started. Your baby hadn’t magically appeared there.

[angrelysimpping]

My boyfriend has been making me feel like I'm going to throw up when I talk to him, there is red flags but I'm ingoring them like a dumbass 🚪🏃‍♀️ SO let's do what DoL characters would react to you ranting/venting about a toxic boyfriend. Might be cringe as hell but ✋

Avery

He isn't really interested in most conversations, but seeing how you were upset he thought he would pay some attention, sipping wine as he did so. You tell him about the things that has been doing on with your current boyfriend and he sets the glass down. You only scratch the surface but you feel him pull you close, as you lay your head against his chest, he is warm and smells of a very nice cologne along with red wine. He runs his soft fingers through your hair and gives you comforting words, some soft kisses and tells you he will take you out on more dates. You cuddle for the rest of the night, in the morning he asks if you want him to be your new boyfriend.

Whitney

He is smoking while you talk, you two just got done having sex in some cheap ass hotel. You don't think he is listening but you just want to be able to let this off your chest with someone who matters to you. "I get that you probably don't give a shit but-" Whitney cuts you off as he gets on the bed, he is over top of you and gives you an annoyed glare before sitting next to you. "He sounds like a dick. Dump him." You try to explain to Whitney that you can't, as you're scared he might do something to you but Whitney just puts a finger to your lips. "No one is touching my slut without my permission" Whitney gives you a kiss before hitting the back of your head and calling you a dumbass, he lays down on the bed and will go onto his phone. You sit trying to figure out what to do, before you see his phone thrown into your lap. "There, now the whole school knows your mine" he posted a picture of you two kissing during sex with the caption 'look at my sexy girlfriend' tagging your ex.

Kylar

Blood fucking BOILS. He tries not to have a reaction while you tell him this at lunch, but it's clear from the way he sticks his fork into the table, so hard it fuckin breaks. Next time you try to talk with your boyfriend he tells you to get away from him, calling you some hurtful names. You feel two arms wrap around your waist as your boyfriend completely shuts up. He has a scared look on his face, as you hear Kylar speak some words to him. You relax into Kylar's arms feeling safe for the moment. "We are over." You're boyfriend stomps out, but Kylar just kissing your jawline from behind "don't worry, I'm here okay?"

Eden

You are talking to him while he eats the breakfast you made for him, you don't have very much to talk about, and it's been a week since this all happened with him kidnapping you. Eden looks up at you and swallows his food "well. I'm you're new husband so you don't have to worry about him anymore." He goes back to eating not responding to anything else you say. Next few times he fucks you, he makes sure to say that you're his, he is better than your ex, ect.

Great Hawk

GH doesn't fully understand it, just that you're very upset over someone who was surposed to love you. So he wraps you up in his feathers, cuddling you and telling you that he loves you and he will do his best to not upset you. Then he makes sure to bring you tons of special items, and tell you often how much he loves you.

Idk if this is any good ✋ I'll write the more characters maybe

I'm sorry your bf is a dick but I v much like the writing.

You should probably break up with him, but I too am bad at ignoring red flags

....I'm putting the Avery one under my pillow with the other odds and ends to bring good dreams

[tyongxnct]

𝐅𝐔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐡

pairing: Johnny x reader

summary: You wanted to be all alone with your boyfriend on New Year’s Eve, but after a heavy fight, he left you before the clock struck midnight. You were all alone the whole night while he was with another woman. The woman he told you not to worry about. One day, after forgiving him for leaving you alone, you find out that she was texting him, that he cheated and you breakup. But breaking up with the love of your life was hard and you couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.

song: FU - Miley Cyrus

genre: established relationship, angst, smut

warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.7k

A/N: first of all thank you so so much for 900 followers!! You have no idea how happy and thankful I am. I hope you enjoy this!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy​ @chitaphrrrr​

this is fiction!

© tyongxnct on all platforms

Oh, you broke my heart I told you I was weak for love But then you went around And did what you wanted to do And now I'm crying, crying

“Don’t you fucking get it Y/n?! There’s nothing going on between me and her! Why are you always so fucking insecure?!”

“Are you being serious right now? I just-“

“Just what Y/n?! Huh?! Do you always have to ruin everything?! One night, one fucking night and you can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re so damn frustrating. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve and you just have to annoy the shit out of me!” Johnny yelled at you. He closed his eyes to calm down, but all he saw was red and he needed to go.

“But Johnny-“

“No! I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m leaving. Happy fucking new year.” He cut you off, he didn’t care about your feelings at that moment. All he wanted was fresh air and be far, far away from you.

“No please don’t go I’m sorry-“

You tried to apologize, but Johnny simply didn’t care.

It was almost midnight and you didn’t want the night to end like this. All you wanted was spend the night with Johnny. Just you, Johnny, wine, and a great dinner. This was your third New Year’s Eve with Johnny and your first New Year’s Eve alone with him. You had spent the last two years with your mutual friends at some party, but this year you wanted to be just with him.

Things escalated quickly.

First he was distracted, he was on his phone the whole dinner and then, while watching a movie he chose, he was also on his phone. Then, he got a phone call and was in your shared bedroom talking for almost an hour.

Your special night together suddenly turned to a shit night for you.

You were suspicious about his behavior. Always on his phone, always talking to someone and whenever you asked whom he was talking to he answered with a simple ‘a friend’.  But you knew exactly who that friend was and when you had enough, you confronted him about her.

Johnny left your apartment, he was slightly tipsy, the wine you drank was in his system and he knew that his next decision was stupid, so dumb and would destroy everything you had built, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

So his next move was to call her and ask her if she was free. It was New Year’s Eve, she was probably at some party or with her family, but she quickly dropped her friends and the party she was at to meet Johnny at her apartment.

The clock struck midnight and instead of kissing you, Johnny’s lips were on her lips and you were finishing the second bottle of wine. You sat on the balcony and watched the firework with tears rolling down your cheeks whereas your boyfriend was kissing another girl, pleasing another girl, and breaking his promises.

That night, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart.

Johnny woke up in the middle of the night.

He looked to his left to see you sleeping next to him but when he saw someone else next to him in bed, he remembered what he did. He remembered how he told you that there was nothing going between her and him and then he remembered how he fucked her, how he cheated on you.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he looked at the clock on the wall.

03:27

He didn’t kiss you on midnight. He wasn’t with you, you weren’t in his arms, someone else was.

Johnny left the apartment without thinking and rushed home to you. Johnny couldn’t describe how much regret he felt, how guilty he felt. He wanted to cry, he wanted to delete last night from his memory.

He unlocked the door and it was dark inside of the apartment, you were probably sleeping. Johnny’s heart was beating against his chest, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell you what happened last night? Should he tell you he cheated and broke his promises?

Johnny saw you curled up on the couch, your eyes closed but swollen, you wear wearing his hoodie and hugging the pillow tightly. The balcony was still open and the winter breeze entered you apartment. Your body was cold, hands formed to fists and brows furrowed. Two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table and one used wine glass.

Johnny got on his knees and pressed little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and nose. He wanted to kiss your lips so bad, but his lips still tasted like the other woman he had been with that night.

“B-Baby?” he whispered softly, “Baby, come on let’s go to bed.”

You didn’t react.

Johnny carried you softly to your bedroom and tucked you in your bed. After getting ready for bed, he also got under the covers and pulled your body closer to his and held you tightly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” He cried out. Johnny felt terrible, he couldn’t lose you, the only option was to keep it a secret and delete last night from his memory. Johnny fell asleep crying.

You woke up between Johnny’s arms. He was holding you tightly and it didn’t look like you could get out of his arms anytime soon. He was soring softly and you could tell he was tired.

You stayed in bed for another hour and Johnny slowly woke up.

“Can you let me go?” you asked coldly. You were still hurt.

“S-Sorry.” He let go of you and you were about to leave the room but Johnny stopped you.

“Listen… I-I know you’re mad and I know I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have left. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet, I’m so sorry I left you alone last night and… and the things I said. I didn’t mean them. I love you. Only you.”

Your hand was on the door handle, holding tightly. You didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say. Were you still mad? Yes. Were you still hurt? Yes. You just wanted to be alone.

“Y-You left me alone o-on New Year’s Eve. You just left me all alone, I wanted to be with you. You know that I don’t have anyone. You know that I’m all alone and you still left. I only have you but you left me too.”

That was true. You had lost your parents a couple years ago and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t have any family left and you have only Johnny in your life. You were never the person to find friends easily, but Johnny was different. You were friends with his friends, but you were too shy and insecure to call them or text them. You hated it.

“I know- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby. Do you want to have dinner again tonight? I’ll cook. Or we can go out to that restaurant you love, let’s go on a date, hmm? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” He got up and walked closer to you. You stepped back on reflex.

Johnny stopped on his tracks and looked at you, worry written all over his face.

“D-Do you hate me that much?” he whispered.

“I-“

You didn’t know what to say.

“I think I need to be alone.” And then you left your bedroom and locked yourself in the bathroom and started crying.

Johnny knew he had to leave you alone, you had to calm down and he needed to find a way to make it up to you. He knew the fucked up, and the secret he carried was haunting him. Whenever he looked at you, he felt his heart ache.

Maybe you were blinded by your love for him or maybe you were just stupid, but you couldn’t be mad at him any longer.

You entered the bedroom and saw Johnny looking on the ceiling like a lost puppy. He instantly got up and looked at you. “D-Do you want me to leave?”

You were still crying and playing with your fingers. “I-I want to go o-on a that date with you. B-But that doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m still hurt.” You sobbed.

“Okay baby, anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you so much.” He stroked your tears away and cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going to hurt you again.”

Ooh, it seemed like everything was going fine I found the love that I thought was gonna last Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell I even LOL'd, man, I should've known Why, why you're doing what you do You, you might as well just tell the honest truth See, I'm not really down with this This ain't no texting shit Know I got no biz, But it is what it is

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

The first couple weeks of January, Johnny acted like the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make you happy, to make you smile brightly at him.

You could see that he tried to make his mistake up to you and you enjoyed how he showered you with love. You were sure that he was the one, that Johnny was your future.

But that one night, January 31, changed everything.

You were waiting for Johnny to finish his shower. It was date night and you decided to go to the movies. While you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, Johnny’s phone ringed non-stop. He received text after text and even two calls and the sound annoyed the shit out of you. You got up to turn his sound off, but when you accidently saw the last text he got, you almost dropped the phone. You didn’t want to go through his texts, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the text she sent him.

19:27 Sujin: hey baby, I miss u

19:27 Sujin: are you free tonight? My pussy missed your dick!!!

19:28 Sujin: *picture attached*

It was a picture of her, half naked, you could fully see her breasts.

You should’ve known. You should’ve known that he lied when he told you that there was nothing going on between him and her.

You couldn’t cry, all you could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid you were.

Why did he lie to you? Why didn’t he just tell you the truth? You were done with him and with his lies. Maybe it was your own fault. You knew that there was something, but you still believed him and took him back that night on New Year’s Eve. He said so much mean and disgusting things to you, Johnny acted like you were crazy and just out of your damn mind. He called you insecure. Johnny called you so many things and in the end, you were right.

You went to your shared bedroom and started packing a couple of your things. You needed to leave. Now.

You couldn’t cry. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There were no tears left.

You packed some clothes, you weren’t going to move out. He cheated, he broke your heart and he has to leave. But you couldn’t stand being next to him. You would come back when he was gone.

Johnny entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and little drops of water glistened on his body. Suddenly all you could see were her traces on his body. Love bites on his neck, down to his chest.

“Babe?”

You realized you were staring at him a little too long, the love bites were gone and Johnny came closer to you with a smirk.

“We can skip the movie if you want to.” He put two fingers on your chin and leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled back. Almost tripping over your bag.

“Babe? You good?”

“Cut the bullshit Johnny. I want you to leave and take all of your fucking shit with you. We’re done. I’ll come back when you’re gone.”

Johnny looked at you with so much confusion written all over his face. “Babe what are you talking about?”

“Go to your whore. She probably has enough space for you two.” You said with no emotion as you grabbed your bag.

Johnny still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “W-What are you saying? Baby I really don’t understand- What do you mean? Whore?”

You started laughing, “Come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She misses you so much Johnny. Poor girl needs her hole filled with your fucking cock. Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”

Johnny still didn’t get what you meant. “Fucking hell, I saw her texts Johnny! I’m leaving.”

It took Johnny a minute to realize what just happened.

You were about to leave the room when he stopped you. “Listen- please just listen to me.”

You scoffed, “There’s nothing you could say, Johnny.”

“T-There was nothing serious. S-She just texted me shit like that-“

“No Johnny! This isn’t just you and her texting, this is about you being not loyal to me. You lied to me, you called me names, you broke all your promises and you still cheated. You cheated on me with her, you don’t have to lie anymore. I won’t stop you anymore. Feel free to do whatever you want. Not that I stopped you from doing whatever you wanted before, but now you don’t need to come back to me anymore.”

You voice was filled with venom, Johnny knew he fucked up and he thought you would never find out, but now that you did, he didn’t know what to do or what to say to keep you, to make you stay.

“No no no don’t go. L-Let’s talk about this. Baby please don’t leave me. I love you.” Johnny started crying. For the first time in your life, you saw him cry.

You didn’t know how to feel about seeing him cry, but you listened to your brain and not to your heart like you always did and your brain told you to leave. You were done with him. So you left without looking back.

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny texted you about thousand messages every day since you left. He called and left thousand voicemails. After two weeks, you also got mail with letters. Letters filled with apologies.

You hated him so much, but you couldn’t stop listening to his voicemails or stop reading his texts and letters. Maybe it was because you missed him or maybe you felt better now that he ran after you like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t let go of him if he keeps sending you things like that.

22:04 J: I won’t stop trying.

22:05 J: I love you too much to let you go.

You laughed at that. He loves you? Is cheating his way of loving you? You decided to answer him.

22:10 you: Fuck u Johnny. You don’t know anything about love so just stop and don’t embarrass yourself.

22:10 J: I can’t believe you texted back. I knew you were reading my messages. Please, let’s talk.

22:13 you: Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you.

22:14 J: Okay, then answer the phone. Let’s just talk.

Your phone started ringing and you almost answered. It rang and rang and he called you again and again, but you never answered.

22:50 you: stop calling. Stop texting. Just leave me alone.

You shook your head angrily.

He left you alone on New Year’s Eve, why was it so hard for him to leave you alone now?  

Could've been this, could've been that We done been there, we done been back You ain't with it, could've said that Why you tripping, let me hit that I ain't trying to argue more. I do it all for you, You know you're my right eye Baby, let me show you

Johnny was about to lose his mind.

After you left nothing made sense anymore. He was lonely. Lonelier than ever. Johnny has many friends but he never left the apartment to hang out with them.

There was no point in going out and coming back to a lonely home.

He missed you, he missed everything about you. He realized, after you left, that he loved so many small things about you. For example, the way you sneezed, that was the cutest sound he has ever heard or the way you always fell asleep with a little smile on your face. A smile he missed.

Johnny missed to see you on the couch, a pillow between your arms because you couldn’t hug Johnny, he had to take a shower or for whatever reason he couldn’t watch tv without you.

Oh, how he wished he could just drop everything and cuddle with you on the couch. You could’ve been in his arms right now, you could’ve been kissing him like you always did. You loved kissing him and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.

He regrets cheating on you. He regrets it so much and there’s not a single day without him crying about that.

Johnny rarely cried, you knew that, but after you left, he couldn’t stop his tears.

He had to show you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. Johnny had to show you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Johnny would do anything to get you back.

Oh, I know what's been going on Don't even try to act like Mr Super Nonchalant What makes you think I'll stick around I'm not as stupid as you sound And you sound really dumb right now From A to Z, ooh I got a lot of nasty things flowing up in my head But none of them are worth my time You're not even worth this rhyme And I don't, I don't give a flying

It was hard for you to find a place to stay and Johnny knew that, but even though he wanted to be with you, he left your apartment so you could stay there. The only friends you had were Johnny’s and it was hard for you to ask them for help, you hated to ask other people for help, because you didn’t want to be a burden. That’s why you stayed in a hotel for two days, until Johnny texted you that he left the apartment. It hurt you a little, the fact that he was gone but you tried to ignore that feeling, just like you tried to ignore everything else he did. You overthink everything and you were scared to annoy his friends with your presence, which wasn’t even the case. After Johnny’s friend heard about what Johnny did and how he broke your heart, they lectured him and were angry. Yes, he was their friend but you were their friend too and what Johnny did was unacceptable. A couple of his friends reached out to you, they wanted to be there for you and help you go through the pain.

A month after your breakup, you met Johnny again. One of your mutual friends held a BBQ party and she insisted for you to come. Of course she told you about Johnny also being invited but you didn’t care about him at that moment. You wanted to have fun, but now, with him right in front of you, you wanted to go back home and hide under your bed. But you wouldn’t show him that.

You felt his eyes on you, no matter what you did or where you were.

Playing beer pong outside, his eyes were on you.

Cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, his eyes were on you.

Drinking your cocktail in the living room, his eyes were on you.

Not like a creep, of course. He watched you like someone who saw the love of their life for the first time and he saw the love of his life for the first time after the breakup. He thought about ways to approach you, to talk to you and apologize, but the timing was always bad.

Except for now.

“Y/n.”

Your turned around as soon as you heard his voice. The others were inside whereas you went outside for fresh air. Johnny followed you, he saw an opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t let go of that.

“Don’t walk away- please.”

“Why would I stay here with you?” you scoffed.

“Just listen to me, just once-“

“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re going to say? It’s always the same shit. Oh, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Please forgive me. Blah Blah Blah.” You said in a mocking tone.

“But it is the truth! She doesn’t mean anything to me. I just love you, it was a mistake-“

“Johnny, come on. You sound so dumb right now. Just stop. Whenever I see your face, I just want to punch you and her, but you aren’t worth it. She isn’t worth it to be in my head. Fuck you and fuck her. Oh, wait, you did that already, right?”

Maybe you were being a little pathetic right now, but you didn’t care.

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

“I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw he name on your phone.” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. Your voice was so cold, just like your eyes.

“But I have things I need to tell you. I need to tell you how much I love you and how sorry I am. Just listen to me, just this once and If you’re still done with me, than okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Fine. I’m so fucking sick of this.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t lie to you on New Year’s Eve. There was really nothing between me and her. She would text me but I never really replied to her. We went out a couple of times, but not just us. We went out with other friends and I barely noticed her. We were just friends, even less than that. On New Year’s Eve you pushed my buttons, I’m sorry to say it like that, but something inside me switched and all I wanted to do is to h-hurt you.” He looked down, ashamed, “I was drunk and angry. A really bad combination. I called her, she invited me to her home and before I knew it, I woke up with her next to me.”

You closed your eyes, you tried to imagine little butterflies and the sea, but all you could see was Johnny with another woman.

“As soon as I woke up, I came home and I-I didn’t know what to do. I hated -hate- myself for what I did that night, for hurting you and leaving you alone like that and for c-cheating on you. I know it’s not an excuse but I was so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. It just happened. When I saw you at home, asleep on the couch, it broke my heart. I wish- I wish I could turn back time and stay at home with you that night.”

“Johnny-“

“I’m not done. I deleted that night from my memory. I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t lose you. I was selfish and I thought that you would never find out. B-But that night you saw her messages, you only saw her messages. It looked like we were still texting and s-sleeping with each other. But here-“ he pulled out his phone and showed you their conversation.

“I always told her how much I loved you and that she should leave me alone. That I did the biggest mistake in my life and that you’re the love of my life. I swear Y/n, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry that I hurt you like this. But I mean it when I say that I only love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I did so many mistakes and I totally get that you h-hate me but I want to show you how much I actually love you and I know that you love me too.”

You scrolled through their texts. He said the truth, he always told her to fuck off and leave him alone, she was also blocked now. Johnny told her that he wants only you and that he would spend the rest of his days regret hurting you, but he’d also spend the rest of his days loving you.

“I-“ you didn’t know what to say.

He was right, you still loved him.

“Johnny… can you take me home?”

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny was bigger than you and stronger, but right now you felt like you were the stronger one.

You pressed him against the wall as you pressed your lips on his. You caught Johnny off guard but not even a second later, he kissed you back and put his hands on your waist.

“Don’t touch me.” you pulled away to say this and when he thought it was over, you kissed him again. Your hands were on his shirt, slowly pulling it up. When you were done, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. You loved every inch of Johnny’s body.

Johnny was obviously stronger than you and he could push you away easily, but he couldn’t, until your hands landed on his belt. “N-No, Y/n wait-“ he said as he pulled away.

You ignored him.

You kissed right above his jeans, slowly going up leaving wet kisses on his belly and chest. You couldn’t reach his neck, you wanted to leave love marks, and that made you mad.

“Fucking big asshole. Why do you have to be so big?!”

“Y/n- I thought you wanted to talk? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”

“Just shut up and let me do what I want to do.”

“You’re drunk.” Johnny said. Yes you had a couple cocktails but you knew what you were doing.

“Fuck you, I’m not drunk! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” you yelled now, annoyed that he hesitate so much.

“Of course I want to fuck you but-“

“No buts. Take off your pants.”

Johnny didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand he wanted to feel you close again, on the other hand he was scared to push you further away after having sex with you.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” And you did. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulled it down along with his boxers and kneeled down.

His cock was semi-hard. The way you acted turned him on and now you’re on your knees looking absolutely beautiful and sexy.

You slowly started pumping his cock and Johnny bit his lip as he watched you. His tip was leaking with precum and you used it to make it easier to pump him. You put your lips on his tip and kissed it and then you licked it like a lollipop. You twirled your tongue on his tip, your hand still pumping him up and down. When you put his cock in your mouth, Johnny’s hands softly gripped your hair.

You pulled away, “No touching.” And he let go instantly. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you.

You put his cock back into your mouth and bopped your head. Johnny’s cock was big, you couldn’t fit all of his cock inside your mouth but the way he hit your throat turned him even more on. He was a moaning mess. You softly played with his balls and you felt him twitch. He was about to cum and right before he could, you stopped and pulled away.

“Fuck- What why did you stop? Are you alright?” he asked you. First frustrated that you stopped him from coming and then worried that he hurt you.

“Lay down.” You ordered him.

Johnny listened. He laid down on your bed and watched you take off your dress and your underwear. A sight he had missed so much, so fucking much.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Stop talking.” You ignored the butterflies in your belly.

You crawled on top of him and slowly put his cock inside of you. You were definitely wet enough. Johnny lost his mind, he missed being inside of you. He missed being this close to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned and his hands landed on your hips.

You grabbed his hands and pressed them down on each side of his head. “I said no touching, Johnny. No. Fucking. Touching.” You didn’t stop moving your hips as you said that you knew it turned him on as you felt him twitch again.

You weren’t going to lie. You felt amazing. You were embarrassingly close, all you did was sucking his dick and riding him for not even a minute.

You kept your hands on his wrists as you rode him faster and faster. The way you clenched around him, the little sounds that left your from kissing bruised lips, he loved it. Johnny loved you.

“I’m going to c-cum.” He moaned out.

“C-Cum inside of me, I want every drop of your cum Johnny.” You were so close and when Johnny came inside of you and closed his eyes while moaning your name out loudly, you came too.

You let go of Johnny’s wrists and collapsed on top of him as he pulled his cock out of you.

Chest against chest, heartbeat against heartbeat.

Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were breathing heavily. You tried to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying, but Johnny heard you sniffle and not even a second later, you started sobbing in his arms.

“Y/n? Are you crying?” he rubbed your back softly, not sure what else to do.

“Fuck you. I’m not crying I’m dancing you i-idiot.” You cried out.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you didn’t notice how hard you were crying until it got hard to breath.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry. Look at me. You have to calm down.” Johnny softly pushed you up and you wrapped your arms around your boobs, suddenly feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Johnny was about to move away and you immediately hugged him tightly, you were scared that he would leave after fucking you. You were scared that you were just imagining this and that he wasn’t actually here. But Johnny actually just wanted to give you his shirt.

“Fuck you. I hate you. Y-You broke my heart.” You cried out as you hid your face in his neck.

Johnny slowly stroked your hair and with his other hand he held you tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so, so much.”

He was crying too.

“Y-you really don’t deserve me. Fuck you for hurting me, fuck you for cheating on me and fuck you… I-I still… love you.” You finally said it. It was so hard but all the weight on your shoulders vanished and you felt relieved.

“I love you. Only you. Please forgive, please let me love you again. Please I need you so much.” Johnny said and left little kisses on your shoulder.

You pulled back softly and looked him in the eyes. Your eyes were as red as his and full of pain and love.

“Please don’t hurt me ever again, please no matter how much you want to hurt me, just yell at me o-or I don’t know throw something at me… b-but don’t do that again…”

Johnny’s heart ached, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this, for breaking your heart. It was a punch in the face to hear your words. Was he really such a monster? Yes he was. He was a monster who hurt his better half for something so stupid and now you were suffering. You were always right and he would do anything to make you happy. How could he even get mad at someone as kind and lovely as you? How could he even think of hurting you?

“D-Don’t say that. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I could never get mad at you, Y/n. Everything was my fault, I did this to us and you never deserved this. You are too good for me and I’ll make sure to show you how much I adore you, how much you mean to me. I’ll never let go of your hand.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “I love you, Y/n. Can you give me a second chance?”

You looked him in his teary eyes. You were going to follow your heart and your heart told you to try again. You could see his love for you in his eyes and you could hear it in his broken voice. You were ready to give him a second chance, you could forgive him but you would never forget what he did.

You nodded softly “Y-You have to make it up to me and it won’t be easy.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Okay.” You breathed out.

“Thank you.” He looked you in the eyes with his brown puppy eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips. You pulled back and watched his reaction. Johnny smiled softly and both of you slowly leaned in and kissed. A soft and slow kiss, with so much passion and longing.