#it's giving princess it's what he deserves

[baby-yongbok]

Say it again

Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✦ Genre - Smut [MDNI] - Established Relationship ✦ Word Count - 2.6k ✦ Summary - You're Chan's princess, he'd give you anything you'd ever wanted but after a drunken slip up he decides to make you wait for what you want for once. ✦ CW -  Piss, Soft!Dom Chan, Edging, Dirty talk, Size kink?, Degradation? (towards chan but like... he asked for it? you'll see.), Unprotected sex & Creampie (Wrap it up), Reader is called Princess, baby, nasty girl/ naughty, - Again, this is a piss kink fic. ✦ Masterlist ✦

You’re Chan’s Princess. His sweet girl who he’d sell his left foot for if you asked. You’re a spoiled brat. Well, that’s what his friends say anyway.

 There isn’t a day that the group can pass up on an opportunity to poke and prod at your boyfriend for pampering you. They joke that you’ve never heard Chan say the word no and you just smile - It’s kinda true.

Your boyfriend just laughs and rolls his eyes, “She deserves it.” He’d state simply, confidently. He’d give you a wink and proceed to peel your orange or bring you a drink and let you eat half of his food. It was sweet, he was sweet. And then you messed it up. 

It’s nothing too drastic, just some tipsy teasing one night a week ago. You said something along the lines or Chan having a small dick or whatever. You honestly can’t remember but Chan does. It lives fresh in his mind and motivated him to change things up a bit. 

That night he brought you home, cooed sweet nothings in your ear and undressed you like a gentleman would. He kissed down your neck, up your thighs, over your cunt and lapped at the drenched flesh like a man starved. He built you up, up, up before pulling back and letting it all melt away.

You whimpered as he stood from his knees, his frame towered over you and you reached out to him, silently asking for more, “Channie.” You whined but he didn’t smile, he didn’t touch you, not like he usually would. He just leaned in and hovered over your naked form. 

“Next time you wanna tell a joke, make sure that it’s funny, Princess.” The harsh rasp of his voice made your cheeks flush, adding to what the alcohol had caused. With a chaste kiss to your temple he pulled back and left you dizzy, tipsy and wanting more. 

This treatment went on for a week.  

He spent his time building you up just to let you fall and repeated it the next day. He’d get himself off right in front of your face, jerking his pretty cock with you on your knees before him. He found himself smiling at the way your needy gaze would track his every move. The sanguine glint in your eye only shined brighter with each grunt and moan. You would whine, beg quietly or silently in hopes that your voice could convince him to finally give in but you always end up starving for more. 

“How long are you going to do this to me?” You whine four days in, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he redresses. “I’m sorry for what I said, I was tipsy.”

“I accept your apology.” He kneels down to your level, taking your hand in his. “But you still can’t cum.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and kisses the back of it before standing and changing the subject like he didn’t just push you a bit closer to the edge of insanity. 

You’ve never been this desperate in your life. 

You’ve never wanted Chan more than you did when you’d stand at the sink and press your thighs together with the hopes that you could get some semblance of relief. He went from edging you to teasing you to nothing at all and now you find yourself missing the miserable routine of being close to release just to have it snatched away. 

Chan caught on to your attempts at self pleasure quicker than you thought he would. He would watch, stare at your thighs and look for that slight tremble or pulse in your muscle then he’d slap your thigh and smile. He’s enjoying this.

And part of you is too. 

Tonight marks a week of this punishment. You’re home alone while Chan works late at the studio which is rare for a Sunday but he locked into a track and got stuck perfecting it. You text him a sweet goodnight and warn him to get home before the snowstorm starts. He texts back, warning you to behave. 

It’s three in the morning when Chan tiptoes into the apartment. He maneuvers around furniture and discarded objects to ensure that you stay asleep. He grabs the food you left him then heads for the shower to soak the chill of the storm out of his bones.

He’s exhausted, spent, but then he sees you. The walk to his dresser gets cut short when he gets a glimpse of your sprawled out frame. You're so cute and peaceful in your nightgown, with one leg hiked up and bent over a pillow, his pillow. 

Chan steps closer, looking over your relaxed body and taking in the way your smooth skin disappears under the soft fabric of your gown. For a second he thinks that you really do look like a princess. Prim and pretty and all his. 

He climbs into bed behind you, his towel slips down to reveal more of the firm cut of his hip and he presses into your backside. You push back in a stir and Chan has to bite his tongue not to moan. He needs you.

“Babygirl.” He drapes his arm over your stomach and pulls you back into the growing tent of the towel. His lips brush over the soft skin of your neck and he peppers gentle kisses across the flesh. 

“Baby.” He whispers and you hum. His fingers start to trace shapes into the clothed skin of your stomach and you sigh. “Chan?” You mumble, still mostly asleep. 

“Mhm.” His hand on your stomach trails down to lift the hem of your nightgown. “Do me a favor and open your legs, hun. Stay asleep, just let me make you cum.”

The indulgent glide of his hand up your flesh makes you shiver awake. You blink your heavy lids and sigh a soft moan at his touch. “Promise?” Chan kisses behind your ear. How could he say no to a voice as sweet as yours?

“Promise, now open up for me.” He pushes his covered cock against your ass and you push back with a moan and then you gasp. Your pleasure is interrupted by the pressure of your full bladder, it sends a sudden shock that makes you squirm. “Gotta pee, Channie.”

You attempt to sit up with the intention of rushing off to the bathroom real quick but Chan’s arm circles your stomach again, keeping you trapped against him. “Yeah? Gotta pee?” The kisses on your neck get firmer, his subtle grinding picks up and his hand pushes softly against your lower abdomen.

“Chan.” You moan in protest but it does little to stop him. The pang of urgency your body is sending you gets stronger with his subtle push and not so subtle grind of his hips. “I’ll be quick.”

He smiles against you, moving his hand back down to lift the hem of your gown up over the swell of your ass. “I know, hun.” His towel gives way and it’s his bare cock pressing against you now. “You wanna cum, right? Want me to give you what you’ve been begging for?”

Your body betrays you, shuddering as arousal starts to gush between your shaking thighs. You press them together in an attempt to hold your bladder. “Then you’ll stay here and let me give you what you wanted, won’t you? You’ll be my good girl.”

Chan’s hand moves between your legs, parting your plush thighs and firmly brushing a calloused finger over your clit. The contact makes you keen. “I can’t hold it. Can’t, please let me-”

“Pick one, Do you wanna pee or do you want to cum?” He kisses your shoulder and you go quiet. What do you do?

 “I’ll make a mess” Chan chuckles at your concern then licks his hand. He reaches between your bodies and tugs at his thick cock. “Do I sound like I mind a mess?” He slides his length between your thighs, pressing it against your heat. “If you don’t want me to make you cum I can stop. Just say the word.”

The thought of asking him to stop translates as insanity to you. He drags his hips back and starts fucking your thighs. He grinds against and fucks up over your clenching cunt. His tip gets caught on your clit and your chest vibrates with a deep moan. This is the most he’s touched you in days. It’s dizzying and Chan makes it worse when he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear and whispers. 

“Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His hand comes up to your chin and he turns your head just enough to take in the way your features twist in pleasure. “Tell me what you want.”

“More.” Your mouth was faster than your mind. “Yeah? More? Wanna piss all over the sheets? That’s how desperate you are?” You’re nodding, pressing your thighs together when his hips pick up pace. You don’t care anymore. You need him. 

“Nasty, baby. So fucking naughty.” The tip of his cock rubs over your slick clit with each thrust. Your body trembles with the sweet satisfaction of finally feeling pleasure and Chan lets you have that for a second or two before his grip on your hip becomes bruising.

 “What was it that you said that night? Something about me having a small dick, right?” He’s breathing heavily in your ear and you shudder, nodding mindlessly as you drift farther and farther from reality. “Look at me.” 

The movement is reluctant but you follow his request. Your low-lidded gaze meets his and your heart beats double time. “Is that what you said?”

“I’m sorry.” You whimper but that’s not what he wanted. He presses down on your bladder harder and you gasp, “Answer the question.”

The moan that echoes from you is unbecoming. It’s far from prim but very pretty. “Yes, I said it.. I’m sorry.” It’s less of a confession and more of a desperate plea but Chan accepts it with a hum.

 “You wanna stand by that? Wanna tell me how small I am?” He presses a bit harder and you groan, breaking eye contact and shaking your head into your pillow. “C’mon, call my cock pathetic, hun.”

The tone of his voice in contrast to his actions is as sweet as cinnamon. “C’mon.” You open your mouth to speak but nothing but half a whimper and a huff of hot air escapes. “Follow the rules to cum.”

“Y-you’re cock, is pathetic.” Chan pulls his hips back. “Gimme more, come on.” His pressure on your stomach lets up and you can breathe again. You inhale and exhale with a shake before giving him what he asked for.

“Your… cock is so pathetic. So small that you never make me c-cum - Chan…” His hips push forward, his cock catches at your entrance and bullies its way into your fluttering cunt. The words you’ve uttered are debunked in real time. 

“Pathetic, yeah?” He groans, fingers splaying over your bare stomach. “Y-yeah, I can’t even feel… feel it.” Chan smiles, pressing his hips firmer into you and successfully pulling a scream from your chest.

 You can feel the dam threatening to break, small trickles wet your thighs and you try your best to chase your orgasm while holding the mess but you can’t seem to find a way to get one without the other. 

“Chan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I- I..” You’re not entirely sure what you’re apologizing for anymore. You feel desperate to cum, to empty your bladder, for anything and everything. Your boyfriend smiles behind you, finding your begging stutter cute.

“Nah, stick with what you said, baby. Can’t even feel it, right?” The steady rocking of his hips turns into shallow thrusts that actually do have you tearing up. 

Chan picks up on your attempt to hold back and presses harder, drilling his hips in and out of you and making the splinter of pleasure and pressure fuse in a way that you’ve never experienced before. 

“C-chan - Channie..” Your bladder leaks, wetting your thighs, the sheets, him. But you finally get to cum. You keen and he eats it all up. He tips your head back, admiring the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip before your jaw hangs slack with gasps. 

“That’s it, baby. I got you, just fall apart for me.” He wraps his arm around you, reaching down to rub harsh circles into your clit. You’re soaked, shaking through the mix of sweet releases. “Messy cunt.” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart and spanking your clit. 

You give him the sounds he was looking to hear with a shudder that makes him hiss. “C’mere.” 

 He pulls out and positions you on all fours over the messy sheets. You grab your pillow and bury your face in it just as he slides back in. He lets his head fall back with an elated sigh. A lazy slap on your ass follows and you whimper, “God, I missed my girl so much.” 

He moves slow and shallow, watching the way his dick disappears into you with each tremor and flutter your body offers. “Just like that.” He coos, picking up pace slowly but not slow enough for you to adjust. 

The new angle is deeper than before but it makes you scream all the same. “That’s a lot of noise for a small dick, huh?” A cocky breathy laugh rumbles through him but the pull in his abdomen cuts it short. Or maybe it was the way your cunt squeezed him as your second orgasm snuck up your legs. 

“Let it out, pretty girl. Gimme more, c’mon.” You break all over again. The last of you tried to hold wets his thighs and your pussy practically gushes around him. 

“Pissing on me again? Nasty girl.” He groans, seconds from falling apart. He reaches around and slaps your clit again and again, moaning at the messy wet sound it makes.

 “Gonna let me make a m-mess too? Gonna let me fill you up?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust until he leans forward, pressing into you while his eyes roll back and muscles tense. 

“Baby, ba - fuck… baby.” His voice gradually fades into a whisper until all you hear is him panting over you. The cool wetness of his thighs is a shivering contrast to the warmth of you. 

“Chan…” You whimper, failing to complete the rest of your plea. “Sh sh sh, you’re good, baby.”

“I’m sorry.” This time you know that you’re apologizing for the mess. He leans over you, running his hand through your hair and rubbing at your scalp. “There's no need to be sorry. I wanted it.”

“Really?” You turn your head, trying to catch his gaze with your glassy one. 

“Yes, really.” He kisses over your back with a sweet hum to both comfort you and distract you from the pressure of him moving again.

“You did so well for me.” You open your mouth to speak but a pathetic stutter escapes instead. Chan hums, rocking his hips into you and gently and running his hands up your back to soothe you.

“Look at me, princess.” You blink up at him and he coos, “You’ll do it again for me, yeah?”

His hips snap and you nearly do too. “Say it.”

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[bywonyo]

LET ME LOVE YOU ( 换句话说 ) they finally show you how badly they yearn for you with a kiss.

❛❛ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 , 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 ❜❜

ペアリング 엔하이픈 형 & f ! r non idol au fluff yearning skinship smoking suggestive ⪩⪨ ( 档案 ) 1OOO

アイラ ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ i got carried away i fear

LEE HEESEUNG

“Seriously, him?” A flat, disappointed voice pierced through the air, and you recognized it instantly. “Yes, him.” With a deep breath, you turned around to face the man — it being none other than Lee Heessung, the embodiment of your personal nightmare, standing there with an unimpressed expression.

Heeseung's lips curled into a smug grin as he met your glare, fully aware that he was the only one who had the power to make you lose your cool.

“C’mon, princess, you know I’m the perfect guy for you. You just have to accept it” The tall man moved nearer, gently tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as an electric tension filled the room, leaving you aware of the closeness between you both.

( more under cut. )

“All you have to do is say yes and I’ll give you everything you want” Heeseung’s voice was laced with sultry, and you could hear the smirk on his face. Your heart was beating faster and your mind was full of hesitation — but his hot breath on your skin couldn't make you seem to care.

You breathed out a shaky “yes,” and Heeseung’s mind buzzed with the urge to kiss you. He cupped your chin, gently guiding you against the wall, and at that moment, his biggest fantasy came true as his lips pressed against yours.

His breathing was shaky as his hand slid down to your waist, his cold, long fingers grazing your skin, making you gasp at the sensation. Heeseung had never dreamed of anything more — you were the only thing he had ever yearned for. And now, he had your lips on his.

PARK JONGSEONG

“Jay! Seriously, stop buying me so much stuff! You exclaimed, struggling to balance three bags of designer items. Jay, with an unbothered expression, seemed completely unfazed, making you even more frustrated.

“An expensive girl deserves expensive things.” Jay smirked, ruffling his hair while leaning against the wall. You glared at him, your frustration only making him more amused.

“Money won’t buy me” You clenched your teeth, arms crossed tightly as the bags tumbled to the ground, the thud resonating through the air. “Then how do I get you, baby?” Jay moved nearer, gently grasping your hand in his.

You breathed in, your body tensing — a gulp the only sound coming out of your mouth. “Do I give her all my attention?” He did exactly that. “Do I treat her like a gem?” That too. “Or should I just tell her what I feel?” He hasn’t quite done that.

Tension hung in the air as Jay leaned in closer, a smug grin on his lips. “I think I’ve figured it out,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. He pulled you in, kissing you slowly, and you melted into the moment, returning his kiss with the same amount of fervor he felt, the world around you fading away as you lost yourselves in each other.

Jay held your face in his hands as he pulled you closer, the kiss deepening as he felt his mind go insane from how badly he craved you and the fact that he could finally call himself yours.

SIM JAEYUN

“You’re like a dumb puppy chasing me around everywhere, just bother some other girl!” You burst in anger, and you yelled at the man in front of you. But instantly, you felt a twig of guilt in your chest from your mean words.

You glanced up to apologize, but to your surprise, Jake was smirking at your outburst, appearing more amused than offended by your reaction. “I take pride in that, princess” You frown at him and pout — why is he so stubborn?

“Can’t you be sane for once and leave me alone?”Frustrated, you throw your arms up as Jake leans against the wall, staring down at you. His composed expression only fuels your anger more, walking up to him as you pull him by his shirt.

Jake's expression shifted to a more serious one, causing your heartbeat to quicken, an undeniable tension filling the air around you. “Do I look sane to you?” You gulped as Jake reached out gently, lifting your chin to ensure you met his gaze.

The room fell silent as you both stood still, gazing into each other's eyes. Jake gently brushed his thumb against your lips, causing your breath to hitch. Seeking permission, he looked deep into your eyes, making you hesitantly nod before he eagerly brought his lips to yours.

Jake's kiss was filled with desperation and longing, as if he'd waited for this moment forever. His mind chanted your name like a prayer while he held your hands loosely, then shifted your position, pinning them against the wall. He opened his eyes to look at you, and it was clear to anyone how intensely he desired you.

PARK SUNGHOON

“You’re insufferable” Sunghoon's lips curled into a flirty smirk as he flicked the lighter in his hand, igniting the tip of his cigarette, the soft flame brightening a slight orange glow on his face,

Sunghoon inhaled and puffed out the smoke, his expression completely unbothered by your nagging, which only fueled your frustration “I told you to stop smoking multiple times!” You took the cigarette from his lips and threw it to the ground.

Sunghoon sighed and met your glare. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, tilting his head and tousling his hair. You couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief at how unbothered he was at your scolding.

"I can't stand it, you know. It's causing you pain." You fold your arms, pouting in frustration as Sunghoon raises an amused brow. "So you actually care about me?" Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, trying to defend yourself and deny his assumptions knowing he’s right.

"Help me then" you blink in confusion. "How?" Sunghoon leans in, his gaze sultry as he fixates on your lips, causing your heart to race. “This,” he murmurs, cupping your face with his hand before kissing you eagerly. Surprised, you hesitate for a moment but then find yourself kissing him back, caught in the intensity of the moment.

You shut your eyes as Sunghoon draws you nearer, his large hand tenderly stroking your hair. The lighter slips from his grip, hitting the ground — his desire palpable, evident in the way his kiss feels so desperate and needy.

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ green to silver

⊳ fernando alonso x f! reader | lewis hamilton x f! reader

⊳ fluff angst | age gap

⊳ summary: sometimes letting go is for the best

⊳ words: 836

You loved..love Fernando, you really do. It was weird, to feel that love slowly form into hate.

You knew hate could turn into love, but love to hate? That was something unexplainable.

Actually, you could explain very bluntly. Fernando stopped caring. He stopped loving.

“Y/n, princess..I promise you this weekend will be all yours, I’m sorry” He’d say as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then disappear for the rest of the night.

You didn’t know what had gone wrong, or why it had happened. You hated being called princess, yet he still called you it.

“Listen Y/n, I’m busy with work..I’m not performing as well, I'm stressed and have other things going on!” Fernando yells, hands going up as he tries to get his point across, again.

It was repetitive. It was the same cycle.

You look at him, a frown on your face as you cried- you knew. You always knew. Deep down you knew he’d never be enough for you, his words- his promises, the “I’m sorry” or “I’ll try harder” meant nothing.

“You just aren’t my top priority right now..” He’d remind you again.

For whatever reason you stayed, you weren’t sure why. You’d cry yourself to sleep more nights than you’d admit, always asking yourself what you saw in him and why you were staying.

After three years, you’d expect to be treated better.

“Listen- amor you need to stop treating our relationship like a marriage, we aren’t married” Fernando says, wiping a tear from your face.

You knew what he meant, but did you really? It always felt twisted when he said those words.

Almost like your relationship truly didn’t mean that much to him.

“Hey love, how are you doing?” Lewis says, giving you a side hug, smiling gently at you.

You knew Lewis, you’ve known Lewis for a little longer than you knew of Fernando- Lewis is the reason you two got together.

Now Lewis had always been kind to you, maybe too kind. You knew Lewis was an attractive individual, he’d shown interest in you.

You’d never admit it but you’d think of him softly from time to time.

“I’m alright, just tired is all” You say with a soft smile, eyes fighting the urge to close and stay closed.

You spent another night in an argument with Fernando.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is! It’s truly not that serious amor!” Fernando says, back to you.

“It’s serious to me Nando! It matters to me, I just need you to understand that..” You say, reaching out towards him.

Being ten years younger than him had always been in the back of your mind, personally you would say you weren’t insecure about it, but it definitely weighed you down.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s okay, Y/n” He says with a sigh, turning to face you and place a kiss on your lips.

I’m sorry.

How many times have you heard that? To you an apology was null and void without change.

“I think we should take a break- I..I want this break” Fernando says, it was the first thing he said to you after he returned from a Grand Prix.

You sit in bed, mind trying to wrap around at what he was saying. A break? Why the fuck would he want a break if he loves you.

“But- but what about what I want? I don’t get it Fernando” You say, tears starting to slip. You didn’t deserve this, you were amazing to him.

“I need to focus on what I want, I have other priorities right now” He says, sitting down next to you on your bed.

So what you wanted didn’t matter? In a relationship with two people, what you wanted didn’t matter?

That doesn’t make sense.

“I still want to be together, I still want you in my life..I just need a break”

Oh.

“So what? All of the moments were for nothing?” You whisper out, not being able to talk above a whisper without falling into tears.

“I don’t know”

You sit there, mind rushing as you try to collect yourself.

It confused you, because first of all you’re both adults, was this simply just immaturity on his part?

It had been two weeks, message after message had been sent to Fernando’s screen, and you hadn’t got any response.

So you officially broke it off, he wanted to stay loyal, to wait it out.

But how could you when Lewis was standing right there?

He wrapped his arms around you, holding onto you as you cried and mumbled out nonsense into his chest.

“It’s alright, love…you’ll be okay” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

You grip onto Lewis’s hand as you both walk into the Britain GP, sunglasses on and head down as you hear the multiple cameras go off.

You knew there would be posts, articles and pictures everywhere.

Y/n L/n and Fernando Alonso broke up, and not only that, she got with Lewis Hamilton.

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You stifle a sob as you wipe the tears from your phone screen, letting the message from Fernando go unread.

Why couldn’t someone see it from your perspective? Why could no one try to understand, or just try.

You would never be happy, would you?

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[i9messi]

Hard to get — Oscar Piastri

You're a rookie, always determined to prove yourself on track, but Oscar is constantly underestimating you. He is annoying and has ben like this since you were fifteen.

word count — 2,6k

note: rivals to lovers. oscar is childish and annoying. warnings: misogynist comments made by a journalist. oh, and a car accident. i think i don't forget anything. feedback and reblogs are well appreciated.

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“Why do you keep looking at him?”

Charles was standing beside you, your gaze didn't move away for a second from the certain driver who was a few meters away. Nothing but hatred in your eyes.

Charles loved to laugh at the fact you didn’t get along with Oscar. He thought it was a childish and stupid fight, where neither of you accepted you were being silly. The Ferrari driver was the one who tried to keep things cool, after all, Oscar was his adopted son and you were like his younger sister.

On the other hand, Lando just laughed and encouraged you to keep fighting.

“He’s looking at me!”

“And you’re looking at him, no need to complain.”

“I hate that stupid face and his stupid hair….”

Charles smiled even more.

“And his stupid voice… Oh, what more?” he added, jokingly.

“Charles, don't try to be on his side.”

“I'm not! This is a stupid fight and you should act like adults, not like kids.”

“Nevermind. Good luck in the race.”

You walked away and put on your helmet. The race was about to start. Starting behind Lando and alongside Carlos, you thought you were doing well in your first season as a rookie. But, bad things were, Oscar was behind you and you knew that could only mean something terrible.

Both were competitive since you had met, always fought for the lead and you didn't think this time would be different. Your relationship was reaching a point where you felt that at any moment everything would blow up.

And Oscar was the one to blame.

He must have noticed somehow that you were thinking of him, because he came to stand closer to you. To annoy you.

“Oh great, it’s you again.”

“I just wanted to wish you good luck.”

Your gaze kept on him, not believing for anything in the world that your greatest rival since you were fifteen really wished you good luck.

But Oscar didn't finish talking, because he smiled machiavelliously.

“...You’re obviously going to end up behind me. It must be a nice view from behind.”

“Me behind you? That’s funny. Last time I checked, you were two positions behind me.”

Oscar was mad, you could notice that for the way he was looking at you, with his teeth biting his lips. For a calm boy, he always showed all his emotions when he had a conversation with you.

“We’ll see how this race ends and if you really deserve your seat.”

“Go to hell, Oscar.”

Oscar smiled and touched your shoulder.

“See you later, princess.”

The race started moments later. Despite the pressure you had to give a good result for your team, you also enjoyed being able to drive the car at high speed. Nothing was like formula one, it was unique. You kept up a good pace and thought that if you fought hard enough, you could get to the podium. Oscar was behind you, but as Lewis was struggling for position and to overtake the aussie, he was busy with more important matters than bothering you. So for the moment, you were fine.

However, on lap nineteen, everything ended for you. You hit the wall on a curve.

“Damn! I’m sorry, guys.”

You were angry with yourself, with Oscar and everyone. You knew it was your fault, because that curve had been difficult for you in each lap and even though you practiced it dozens of times, a mistake had caused the car to move and you could not stop it before the impact.

“Are you all right?” they asked on the radio.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Mad as hell, but fine.”

You got out of the car and the medical staff took care of you to check that your injuries were minor. Once they finished, you locked yourself in your room to try to calm down. You were angry, sad that you failed the team and your ego was hurt.

You heard someone knocking the door, you opened to see the face of your PR manager.

“I know you don't want to talk with anyone, but you have some interviews to do.”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

Much more calm than moments ago, you went to the area where a lot of journalists were waiting to ask what had happened in the race. Oscar was there and you saw his evil smile. He was probably happy about your crash, and you hated him for it.

“Hi.” you said to the first person you saw, a man in his forties.

“So how do you feel about your own mistake in the race?”

Some journalists were like sharks, waiting for a drop of blood to attack. A sign of weakness.

“It wasn’t the result we wanted and... I talked with the team and they know how sorry I am. I hope the next race result will be different.”

However, the man insisted.

“We can see that women don’t know how to drive properly after all.”

“Excuse me?”

He didn’t give you time to fight back and tell what you really thought, just kept talking as if the only thing that mattered was his own voice.

“Do you think your team will replace you? You’re not having the result they expected you to have in this season, there are rumors that Perez is gonna take your seat. I doubt you’ll keep the car for the rest of the season.”

You swallowed, stopped looking at the journalist and just turned your head to the side. His words had been like daggers in an unhealed wound.

“I have nothing to say. That's my team's decision.”

You passed to the next person, this time it was a woman who was patient and kind with you. Yet the words of the man kept on repeating in your head. Keeping the seat all season was a hard job, you knew how fast a team could get tired of a driver and how the dream could end in a matter of hours. You wanted to stay there, you wanted to prove what you were capable of.

The interviews ended and you kept your head low, staring at the ground. You walked away and did the worst thing you could have done at that time, you opened twitter. There were a lot of aggressive tweets against you, saying that you were a disappointment to women who wanted to earn a place in sports. But you didn’t want to be anyone’s model or inspiration, you just wanted to be yourself, doing a sport you loved since you were a kid. Why was it so difficult?

Locked in your room, you heard a knock on the door. Someone calling your name.

“It’s Oscar, please open.”

Oscar? What the hell was he doing there? Surely your nemesis wanted to make you feel even worse than you already were. If the press were like sharks, Oscar was a crow.

“Go away.”

"I want to talk with you."

He did not stop knocking the door. Exhausted, you opened the door and saw him. Still wearing his race clothes, his hair was messy and he looked at you as if he had seen you for the first time in those years that you knew each other.

Did he look at you with concern?

“Your tears kill me, I don’t like to see you cry.”

There was still a trace of tears in your face and the only person you didn't want to see them, actually saw them.

“You are an amazing driver and you deserve the seat more than anyone else in the world. No one has the right to make a mean comment about you.”

You wanted to fight, you wanted to get angry with someone. That someone was standing there in front of you.

“So, you think you're the only one who has the right to underestimate me?”

“That's not…”

“Since we met you’ve made my life miserable. You say bullshit about me. What the press and people said about me is more of the same. You’re no different from them.”

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

He avoided your eyes, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

“Just go, Oscar. I don’t need your pity.”

For the first time, he didn’t insist. He just left. Later that day you started thinking about what it meant for Oscar to come to talk with you.

Lando texted you, saying that the guys were going to the club. Just a few minutes later, Charles sent you almost an identical message, telling you that it wouldn’t be the same without your presence. As much as you were not in the mood, you accepted the invitation. Tomorrow you had a meeting with the team and you knew that that same night you would not be able to sleep. At least you’d have a few drinks and then go back to your room.

Charles came to pick you up at your hotel and together you went to the club, there you met a lot of familiar faces and among them, it was Oscar. None of you said a thing, but there was a strange vibe. The other drivers ignored the situation, and if they felt the tension, they acted as if they had not.

“Let’s dance.” Lando grabbed your hand and led you to the dance floor.

You looked at Charles for help but he just smiled at you.

“Go!”

Lando danced with you, but you felt a glance on you. It was Oscar, who drank a glass of something and kept his eyes on you.

“I don’t know what happened between you two but you should talk.” Your friend said in your ear, as you kept your gaze on Oscar.

“I don’t want to talk to him, he’s despicable.”

“But he’s constantly in your head.”

“That’s not true,” you tried to argue, but you knew that was true. Oscar was always in your thoughts, living rent free in your mind. “Fine, I’ll go talk to him.”

“If you fight, remember to talk loudly so I can record you on my phone!”

“Stupid.”

Lando laughed.

After what happened today, you thought you would try to be the adult in the relationship (even though there was no real relationship) and try to at least have a mature conversation with Oscar. You approached him, who was sitting next to Charles and Carlos.

“Oscar, can I talk to you?”

“Sure.”

That was different. Oscar always said something annoying but not now.

You led him out of the club, until both ended up sitting in his car.

“Do you want to go talk to my hotel?” he suggested, not really knowing where to go. You didn’t want the cameras and people taking pictures of you together, because everything could be misunderstood.

“Uhm— sure.”

Oscar drove carefully until you ended up at the hotel where McLaren was staying. The way to his room was a bit awkward, where maybe you expected him to say something but he didn’t. Oscar stood silent.

Already in the room, you sat on the bed and he stood still two meters away.

“I know you hate me because I’m a woman in sports and you think women don’t deserve a place.”

“That’s bullshit. I don’t think that. Women deserve to be in sports as well as men.”

You raised an eyebrow, confusion showing in your face.

“And why do you hate me so much?”

It was a question you wanted to ask him since the first time you met, that day when he told you that you didn’t deserve to be there and that you would surely cry on the first lap.

“Because— are you sure you already don’t know? It’s pretty obvious.”

“What is obvious?”

Oscar finally spoke, his cute eyes kept looking anywhere but you.

“I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen. At first, I thought it was because you were beautiful and you were the coolest kid around but I know it’s deeper than that. I kept thinking you would never notice me and I was trying so hard to catch your attention, so I guess I did what I had to do.”

“So you tried to catch my attention, making me hate you?”

He looked at the floor, avoiding your gaze, ashamed to acknowledge that he had acted in that way.

“It sounds stupid but it was the only thing that came to me at fifteen. When time passed, I couldn't suddenly say that I didn't hate you anymore and no longer wanted to fight with you. It was funny to fight before a race, knowing that it would make you go crazy and say horrible things to me. I liked to think that I drove you crazy.”

You thought about it, until you just said what you thought.

“You’re an asshole, Oscar.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

There was a rare silence, finally his eyes met yours. After so many fights, so many years in which the only things that came out of your mouths were negative aspects from each other, for the first time you were trying not to be bad with him.

“Oscar…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve had a crush on you since I was seventeen. No one knows.”

Oscar’s face looked surprised, a smile coming out of his lips.

“It took two years? See, I’m still faster than you in every aspect.”

He smiled and you smiled, a joke that was offensive and harmless at the same time. Now you understood everything, Oscar was never like a polite cat with you like was with others, he was aggressive and childish. And it was all because he had feelings for you.

“We’re two idiots.”

“We are.”

It was the first time he agreed with you, after all.

You stood and walked a few steps in his direction, Oscar kept in his place. There was a lot of tension in the room, but something had calmed down after both confessed your secrets.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said to you in an almost imperceptible murmur. “and so hard to get.”

“Do you still think I’m the coolest kid around?”

He smiled. “You are, you always were.”

His lips were really close to yours, hoping for a kiss you didn’t know what it could mean. Not when you had spent years hating each other. There was anticipation, there were lots of mixed feelings.

“Do you still hate me?” he asked, as he drew his hand to your cheek.

“I do, that never changes.”

Your lips barely touched when you heard someone knocking the door.

“GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PLEASE DON’T KILL EACH OTHER.”

It was Lando and with him was Charles, screaming as loud as they could. Both accents made the situation funny as hell and also the fact you weren't trying to harm yourselves, you were two seconds away from kissing.

“OSCAR, DON’T DO ANYTHING TO MY FRIEND!”

Before they did anything crazy, or called security, you and Oscar got away and opened the door. Lando looked at you suspiciously.

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing.”

Charles kept his gaze on Oscar, also with a suspicious face.

“Why are you blushing?*

“We were fighting.” He said, not admitting the truth.

“Yeah, and I was winning.”

Oscar stopped looking at Lando, to only focus on you.

“That’s not true, I was winning. You’re dumb, you can’t win.”

“Oh, Oscar shut the fuc…”

“Calm, calm, calm down.” Charles grabbed you by the arm and pushed you to his side as he pulled you out of Oscar’s room.

When you turned around, you saw that Oscar gave you a smile. A sincere smile, something you had rarely seen. Hell, you were crazy for him.

[reginamillls]

this AU has been floating around in my head for months where Buck is a dog groomer, and Tommy has a service dog that needs a hair cut

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The sign says closed, but Tommy pushes past into the darkened front office. There's light coming from the back, illuminating the front reception area just enough that Tommy has no trouble seeing. There's some music playing as well, a song Tommy doesn't know well but could hum along to the memory.

There's a tug from his arm, and Tommy scratches at Charlie's ears before bending down to unclip her leash. She isn't on duty right now, but still, she sits at his side, waiting for permission to go.

"Go on," Tommy says with a smile, and Charlie goes off into another room. Tommy follows at a slower pace. This is the third time that Evan has allowed them to come in after hours, and Tommy appreciates how much calmer everything is.

When he gets into the grooming room, Evan is sitting on the ground with Charlie between his legs, giving his dog a lot of well deserved attention. Charlie is on her back, paws in the air, tail wagging enthusiastically as she takes in Evan's attention. Briefly, Tommy entertains his desire of wishing Evan would give him all of his attention as well, but Tommy pushes those feelings aside. Charlie adores Evan, and Tommy doesn't want to take that relationship away from her.

"-the most beautiful girl in the whole world," Evan is gushing, his hands in Charlie's thick fur. He looks up when Tommy comes in, and his smile is just as bright for Tommy as it is for Charlie.

"And how is her owner?" Evan asks and Tommy feels like he has to catch his breath under Evan's attention. "Not the most beautiful girl in the whole wolrd, but I'm okay," Tommy lightly teases and he's rewarded with Evan laughing slightly, the sound warming Tommy up. He looks away, noticing the bandanas hanging up on the other side of the wall. They're all tye-dyed by volunteers for when Evan does free grooming for local shelters to help adopt out some dogs. Evan does a few himself and gives them out to his clients.

He wonders what color Charlie is coming home with.

"Thanks again for the after hours," Tommy says. It's Charlie's fourth appointment with Evan total and her second one after hours, the accomodation more for Tommy then Evan. Tommy tries to make it up to Evan by leaving a large tip that he knows goes straight to the volunteer work anyways.

"It's not a problem," Evan says and he gets up on the floor to the tub. Charlie follows and hops in without further instruction and Evan pets her down on the side, complimenting her again. The rest of the appointment goes with Tommy sitting at the shair while Evan gives Charlie what he calls the "princess treatment" and Tommy smiles at the commentary. Evan takes a few photos for his page and promises to send them to Tommy as well.

All the while they chat about their days, more Evan then Tommy, but it puts Tommy at ease and he appreciates just how easy it is to be around Evan.

Soon - too soon, it's over and Tommy is grabbing Charlie's leash and admiring the beautiul green bandana that Evan had set aside just for Charlie, and he's ready to say leave-

"Hey so, I was thinking," Evan says as he finishes up Charlie's paperwork. "There's this new hiking trail that I've been on a few times, and I think that ah- that Charlie would like it," Evan ducks his head before looking back at Tommy with his bright blue eyes. "And well, you too."

"I like hiking," Tommy says and internally he winces.

Smooth Kinard, real smooth.

But Evan's smile grows and Tommy can't help but return it.

[blushsturns]

bf!chris x plus size!reader

title: bubble bath

pairing: bf!chris x plus size! reader

w/c: 2230

description: you have a long and tiring day so chris decides to run a bubble bath for the both of you.

your body was aching. literally aching. you were on your feet all day at work and it was much busier than usual. annoying, rude customers, your staff members who make you do all the work, your boss who is incredibly ungrateful and selfish and never shows up. everything always falls on your shoulders and you’re tired. so fucking tired.

the second you get home from work, you drop your purse on the nearest countertop and walk over to your bedroom, slumping yourself over onto the bed next to your boyfriend chris as he laid there watching tiktoks. he immediately pulled his phone away and set it on the nightstand as he noticed you were home and you didn’t look happy at all.

“baby? what’s wrong?” he immediately slid over to you, his hand finding your back and rubbing it in smooth, slow circles against the fabric of your shirt.

you felt awful. your body ached from head to toe. you turned your head over to look at him as you laid on your stomach, a slight pout on your face. “work is killin’ me, babe. i can’t do it anymore. i’m so tired.” even your voice was tired as you strained to even get those simple words out.

chris didn’t like seeing you so upset. he never wanted you hurt, even if that meant having a bad day at work. he was an amazing boyfriend and you were so lucky to have him. you both moved in together 6 months ago and since then, your relationship has been so much more balanced and easy going.

it broke his heart to see you like this. he continued to run his hand up and down your back as he sat next to you on the bed, a frown on his face. “oh my love, m’so sorry. you kick ass everyday and they don’t deserve you.”

he always knew what to do and say to make you feel better. your face softened as you hear his words, looking over at him with tired eyes. it's not that you were sleepy tired, you were just simply exhausted from life lately. your self esteem has also not been doing the best lately. all your life you had to deal with being the ‘plus size girl’ and having to figure out how to be comfortable in your own skin. luckily, chris was an amazing, supportive boyfriend who loved you despite any flaws you claimed to have and made you feel beautiful inside and out. he cherished your body like it was made just for him.

“missed you.” was all you could manage to speak out, your eyes never leaving his.

“missed you too, princess. you know what you do deserve? a nice ass bubble bath. you can sit, relax, and unwind. i can start it for you. what do you say?”

his words excited you, your frown immediately disappearing and turning into a small smile. chris was so good to you and even when you felt like you didn’t deserve it, he reminded you and showed you that you did. you nodded your head, slowly moving your body so that you could sit right next to him on the bed, your hand immediately finding his. “please? but only under one condition.”

he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. his eyebrow raised up in curiosity as he stared at you when you asked him the question. “what is it?”

your cheeks turned a dark shade of pink before you started to speak again. “can you join me in the bath? please. need a massage too.” you don’t know why you got nervous and flustered when you mentioned things like this. a bubble bath together was an intimate experience, but you didn’t have to have sex. you both have had sex before, even if it took you some time to fully feel comfortable with him seeing your body underneath your clothes.

chris worshiped your body and always knew what to do and say to make you feel good and special. like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he loved every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark. you were his and he was so grateful.

“of course i can, baby. let me get it going for you, okay?” he gave your hand one more squeeze before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “you never even have to ask. of course i’d join you and give my girl the most amazing massage of her life.”

your cheeks continued to flush as he spoke, nodding your head as he got up from the bed. “thank you, baby. you’re so good to me.”

he got up off the bed with a grin on his face. before he entered the bathroom that was in your shared bedroom, he flashed you a playful wink which made your stomach twinge with butterflies. you began to pull your clothes off your aching body piece by piece until you were naked. you looked over at the full size mirror once you were fully nude, taking in a deep breath as you scan over your own body. chris loved your body, he fucking worshiped it. you still had to learn to love your body, but with the help of chris and how good he was to you, you were slowly getting there day by day. you grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up into a messy bun. you took one more good look at yourself, scanning over your curvy figure, your perfect breasts, you’re stomach that chris loved to kiss so much. you were coming to terms with the fact that maybe you didn’t mind being a plus size woman. maybe it was just part of who you were.

“babe! all ready!” chris shouted from the bathroom. you immediately pulled away from the mirror to join him. once you stepped inside, your eyes widened in surprise. the light was turned off, but a couple candles were lit and placed by the bathtub that gave just the right amount of light. the bathtub was filled with bubbles. chris stood there, fully naked with a wide grin on his face once he noticed your presence and you taking it all in. “surprise! all for you, baby.”

you suddenly felt like you were on the brink of tears. no one has ever done anything like this for you before. you always dreamt of having a love like this, but didn’t truly know what love was like until you met him and he changed your life for the better. “chris..” you blinked back a couple tears as you started speaking, although you weren’t sure what to say. it was safe to say chris had made you speechless. “all of this? for me?”

he let out a soft chuckle and immediately grabbed your naked body to pull you close to him. your bare chests now pressed up against each other’s. he shook his head at your words, placing his index and middle finger underneath your chin to lift your head up so your eyes can lock together. love and adoration filled his gaze, his other hand resting onto your bare lower back. “for us, but mainly for you. i’ll get in first.” he flashed you a huge grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping into the water.

he got himself settled into the bathtub, his back leaning against the tile wall as he looked up at you and motioned for you to come join him. you flashed him a small smile before immediately joining him into the bathtub. the bubbles surrounding your skin and the water was delicately warm and comfortable. you instantly let out a satisfied sigh, your body fitting in between chris’ legs. your back rest against his chest as you leaned your head back to look up at him with an adoring smile on her face.

“thank you so much, baby. i defintely needed this. and you.”

chris grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, both of your lips lingering against one another’s for a moment as he whispered, “anything for my girl. now, let me give you a nice massage, hm?”

you instantly nodded your head, your body comfortably sitting in front of him. your hair was still tucked up on top of your head in the messy bun.

once his hands were on your skin you immediately shudder against his touch. his hands felt amazing. you definitely needed this. your eyes fluttered closed, your head tilting forwards as you your body relaxes to his touch. “thank you baby.” you say softly as you let out a content sigh.

he continues to massage your back before moving his hand down lower to your tailbone, pressing firmly into your tight skin with his thumbs which causes a soft wail to leave your lips at the feeling. you didn’t realize how much you needed this until chris brought up the idea. he kneaded your skin with his hands, your head tilted onto your shoulder as he continued his movements. “mm, anything for you, baby.” he pressed a couple kisses to the back of your shoulder, a shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

the warm water made you relax, but it was chris’ touch that made it all so much better. you were incredibly lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend like him who always looked out for you and knew how to treat you and make you feel special.

you stretched out a bit more so that your back was now pressing against his chest as you adjusted your body so you can lay against him. he moved his hand from your back to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, his fingers dancing along your skin. his hands ran up and down your hips, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of his skin against your curves. “so fuckin’ curvy, ma. just the way i like it.” he breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips a bit harder, causing another whimper to leave your lips.

he made you feel absolutely beautiful in every way and you felt even more special when his hardened cock pressed up against you as you laid against him. “chris..” you whined out, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “really?” you looked back at him with an amused expression on your face. you loved knowing he got turned on so easily by you. just from touching you, kissing you, or simply looking at you, he was a goner.

he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to run his hands up and down your soapy skin, his hand moving over to your tummy. you felt the most insecure about your stomach; how it always looks bloated and hangs out of your pants, especially when you sat and you had the faintest lines of stretch marks that covered your tummy and hips. he kissed every single inch of you every time he saw you naked, reminding you how beautiful and sexy you were. it always made you so flustered, no matter how often he did it.

“can’t help it, baby. you’re so pretty.” he pressed a couple more kisses to your shoulder, his hand caressing your stomach in smooth, slow circles.

you sighed contently against him as he spread his legs further so you can continue to lay comfortably in between his legs. your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink from his words and from feeling his hardness against you. it always surprised you and made you feel so special when he’d get so easily hard because of you.

“i love you.” you whispered to him as you rested your head onto his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile on your face.

“and i love you.” he whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them.

you both spent a decent amount of time in the bath before you were starting to get chilly and told chris you wanted to lay down and cuddle with him to relax and maybe watch some movies before you went to bed for the night.

when you got out of the bath, you grabbed a towel and walked over to the bedroom. chris cleaned up the bathroom and blew out the candles before walking back into your bedroom.

chris saw you getting changed into your pajamas, your shorts already on your body and when you were about to put on your shirt, chris wrapped his arms around you from behind and grabbed the shorts from your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. his hands rested on your stomach, his hardened cock was pressing up against your ass which caused you to let out a soft gasp.

“who said you were allowed to put on clothes, hm? no sense in puttin' them on when they’re comin' right off anyway.”

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my love- j.m

bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader

in which… bsf!jj runs to you when him and his dad get into another physical fight. (not proofread)

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of cuts, mentions of fighting

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“mama.. please pick up the phone i need you.. please princess i need you..!” jj screamed through the phone. you finally picked up his frantic calls with your sleepy voice. “hi jayj, what’s up?”

you could hear his dad screaming at him and things breaking in the background. you instantly shot up, realizing what the call might be for. you put some sweatpants on with a random shirt you took from jj’s closet. “jj? listen to me what’s going on?”

he whimpered through the phone call. “m-my dad.. fuck baby my dad.. it’s bad- it’s bad this time.. please- come get me?” you didn’t need to be told twice. you snuck out your window and walked to jj’s house. “stay on the phone okay? i’m coming.”

“okay..” he said with a shaking voice. “how about we talk about something different yeah? what do you want for dinner tonight?”

you could tell he was forcing his voice to not come out shaking. “s-some of that soup shit you make when your sick, i want something warm..” thank goodness you had the things to cook that for him tonight. “your wish is my command love bug. pot roast it is!”

“that’s what it’s called?” he asked. “yeah.”

“how far are you?”

“not far, about two minutes.”

“you walk really fast.” you giggled. “you said you needed me, why wouldn’t i be fast?”

“you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me- not that i think of you as an object but-“ you cut him off. “i know what you mean jj and it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“can you- clean me up? like the cuts and shit? i don’t wanna bleed all over your room.”

“course i can, i was gonna do that anyway. we can shower together too.”

“fuck yeah, exactly what i need… can i spend the night?” jj asked, even though he knew the answer to that question. “you were spending the night anyway jayj. now come outside, i’m here.” you say. “don’t hang up til you see me please?” jj pleaded. “alright love.”

time skip…

“jeez jj.. this is bad- what happened?” i said as i wiped all the blood that was smeared on his face. i stripped him naked as he spoke. “he found out about the money, that i spent on that dumbass hot tub. we argued, got physical and that deadbeat beat my fuckin’ brains in.”

“next time ask me for money, i don’t care about the price or nothing, i don’t want you to get hurt like this anymore okay?” he nodded as you cleaned his face. “yes ma’am. will you still get in the shower with me?”

“yeah i will. cmon.”

as we got in the shower, i let jj cry into my neck as i wash off the blood that stained his beautiful body. he was so fragile. the best friend that never deserved to get hurt. the best friend that would protect you with his life and you’d do everything to protect him from his pain.

“fuck.. it hurts so much… he almost killed me- i almost killed him…”

“shhh, none of that now okay? let’s get you into bed, and i’ll bring you a bowl of pot roast. turn the tv on and watch something.” he nodded and stepped out the shower. i gave him some clothes that he usually leaves over just in case something like this happens.

“here you go, i’ll be right back.” he got up to give me a quick kiss to my lips. “what was that for?” i asked surprised, but not complaining- not at all whatsoever. “just want to, i dunno thank you for coming to get me and taking care of me.. i love you for this.”

“no need to thank me, and i love you too.” you walk out the room with two bowls, you come back up to your room and hand him a bowl. “here you go! i have some water up here for us too.”

he cuddled into your chest as you both ate. once he devoured his bowl, you set it down on the dresser and look at him, really look at your best friend, he was so precious, like an angel.

“can i kiss you?” he asked softly. “yeah you can.” with that, we shared a deep passionate kiss. “i love you mama- i love you so fuckin’ much..” you both finally break the kiss. “i love you too, cmon lay down.” he laid down on your chest, rubbing your stomach until you also fell asleep. “goodnight jayj.”

“goodnight my beautiful best friend.”

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-a/n: idc i LOVEDDDD writing this, also 2 fics one day? hell yea !

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[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 2!

another week, another fic rec list, and another request to help us find this fic! please have a look and see if you recognise it <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a life for a life | icewhisper | 7.7k | T

The first time Ravi met Evan Buckley, he never got his name. He only knew him as the man who pulled him onto a firetruck during a tsunami before he jumped back into the water after his son. Five years later, in a collapsed building, it’s Buck who needs saving and Ravi gets a chance to return the favor. i love love love the idea of buck and ravi crossing paths during the tsunami, and this characterisation of ravi is brilliant!! oh how i miss the people's princess..

forever goodbye | withoutthetiger/@rewritetheending | 1.3k | GA

Everything has been blurry for a while, and Eddie begins to wonder whether he’ll ever see clearly again. It’s the tears, of course, ones he refuses to let fall, mostly because he thinks he deserves to carry the weight of them instead of giving himself any relief from the pain. He’d brought the tears with him to the front door when he’d mumbled one final goodbye to Ana, then blinked them away just long enough to watch Christopher set himself up with a puzzle at the coffee table. Now he’s back in the kitchen, barely able to focus on the mess around him even though it’s impossible to ignore. love is stored in (cleaning up the) kitchen <3 the pining is so good!!

he's thinkin' about me | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 4.6k | T

In which Buck wakes up with the ability/curse to hear everyone's thoughts around him. Which might be ok, if it weren't for Eddie suddenly calling him baby, but only when he doesn't speak. oh i LOVE a good mind reading fic and this hit the spot perfectly <3 petty bitch eddie my most beloved

i let my fingers do the walking | lizzybizzyzzz/@lizzybizzyzzz | 7.3k | E

Buck is good at jerking off. It’s a self-proclamation, obviously. There is no right or wrong way to get off. Buck just thinks, if there were to be a Masturbation Olympics one day, he would end up with the gold medal gleaming over his chest by the end of the tournament. this is hot and fluffy and funny and just the ultimate fic, really. so good!!

if you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.8k | T

Now they’ve arrived at house number five, and Eddie finally snaps. “What is your problem?” He turns to Buck suddenly, interrupting Mariana mid-answer. She gapes at them, startled into silence, but neither of them are looking at her, so she takes a second to compose herself while watching Buck’s eyes go wide and his body twist towards Eddie. “What?” “You’re being difficult.” “No I’m not,” Buck argues immediately. outsider pov!! thinking about the poor poor real estate agent who has to deal with buckandeddie brings me joy and this fic is exactly why <3 such a good time! for me, that is. maybe not for mariana.

i'll meet you by the river, see how time it flows | fruitsdoesnotknow/@fruitsdontknow | 8.3k | T

Shoulders tense, Bobby sighs. “Alright, there’s no easy way to say this,” Bobby begins, and Buck immediately leans forward, face concerned as his hand shoots up. “No, Buck, I’m not dying or retiring,” Bobby reassures him, and Buck slowly lowers his hand. “We’ve been nominated by the Fire Chief to help support with a request from a documentary crew. All we know so far is they’re looking into how a regular fire station operates on a day-to-day basis, and they’ll be following us for a few weeks.” Bobby claps his hands together. “Questions?” Six hands all at once go up. “Let me rephrase, questions related to your duties as a firefighter?” Five hands go down. “Yes, Ravi?” “Does this mean we should get a station dog?” blanket rec for an author whose work i've been loving this week!! this was one of my favourites and an immediate bookmark. it made me laugh out loud several times and has the most delightful firefam dynamics <3 cannot recommend enough!

i've been starving myself, carving (skin until my bones are showing) | prettyboybuckley/@prettyboybuckley | 12.1k | M

Eddie is fine. He's absolutely, totally fine.  And if sometimes he doesn't eat, why would that be a problem? He's got a kid to feed and not enough money, and there is no way he's going to grovel to his parents so they'll help him. He doesn't need help, not theirs at least.  definitely heed the tags but this fic is brilliantly written and has such wonderful eddie characterisation <3

it comes and goes in waves | tabbytabbytabby/@tabbytabbytabby | 1.6k | T

Buck never had a problem with the dark. Then the tsunami happened, and somewhere along the way, the dark started to be something Buck feared. And with the dark, came the nightmares. the emotional hurt/comfort is so so good here!! angsty and gentle and soft and just <3

kept on swimming | EiraLloyd/@unlifeira | 12.1k | M

He just needs someone to know that he tried. He needs someone to acknowledge that—that he did everything he could, and—and he tried. He might’ve failed, but he tried. He tried, he tried, he tried, he tried— Eddie swallows and asks, “How many times?” Buck stares. He lived through it once; that’s normal. He lived through it twice; maybe a déjà-vu or a hallucination of some kind or even a premonition. But three times— It has to be a time loop. Surely. mind the tags but holy shit this is so so good. beautifully written, angsty but with a hopeful ending, i absolutely devoured it <3

lay your hands on me | vampirebuckley/@vampirebuckleyy | 2.7k | E

“There, perfectly relaxed, happy? Now will you drop it?” “Nope, I don’t believe you,” Buck says, slapping his hands on his knees and picking himself up off the couch. “C’mon, up,” Buck waves a hand at Eddie, reaching to grab his hand. Eddie lets his hand be tugged, but plants himself further in the couch. “What are you doing, Buck? I thought you wanted to watch this,” Eddie groans, looking up at Buck and the much too pleased look on his face. “I, am going to give you a massage,” Buck says through a grin, yanking Eddie off the couch despite his protests. so so good!! massage leading to sex is one of my favourite pipelines and i love how this depicts buck and eddie!!

new sensations | lamardeuse/@lamardeuse | 4.3k | E

“All I know is you're getting me worked up and you're going to leave me hanging – again,” Eddie growled, nipping at Buck's earlobe and soothing it with a tongue Buck had learned was extremely talented, and okay, he thought, maybe he could – no, no, he couldn't. hot and cute and so perfectly buddie <3 this was a reread and it gets better every time!

your body is my temple, let me lay at your altar | Kwills91/@kwills91 | 4.7k | E

Eddie is no stranger to feeling self-conscious. When he was a teenager, his body had grown at weird rates. Three months of having feet too big for his body had made him clumsy, people passing comments about clown shoes. Six months of his arms and legs being just a touch too long, staring at himself in the mirror feeling like a marionette puppet. That phase where his hair grew out instead of down and his nerdy younger sister had snorted and told him looked like a hobbit–it didn’t help that there had been some crossover between that and the big feet phase. It’s been so long, Eddie had forgotten what it felt like–the shame that comes with looking in the mirror and wishing a different reflection were staring back. He’s happy, is the thing. He’s happy, so he’s not supposed to be feeling like this. loved reading this so very much <3 body worship buddie hits so hard in the best way possible, and this is a perfect example of that!

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hi my love! i couldn’t pass it up because i loved the one i had last time. here i am for satoru (if your doing jjk if not that’s okay). i feel like you already know a lot about my feelings for him. lol, i am clingy and am very much his passenger princess in every way. a damsel if you will and he is my protector and he takes care of me. he likes to spend money on me but i honestly enjoy any time spent with him because he’s a busy man and he doesn’t always have a lot of time. a cozy afternoon trip on a rare day off with him would be ideal 🫶🏽🤍

hi bee!! 👋🏻😄🩷 this so cute I'm SICK of winter I need this weather RIGHT NOW.

Whatever Satoru Gojo's girl wants, she gets. That means any of his rare days off goes to you. He's always so busy saving the world, so any time he can give to you will be devoted purely to what you want. He raised an eyebrow at you when you just ask for a simple drive in the afternoon sun, windows down and music blasting (now he's currently hiding the 20+ bags of gifts he bought for you to make up for his absences, he'll give them to you when he's gone for his next mission so you have something to do). He just wants to spoil the shit out of you because it's what you deserve, so with you only wanting the simplest things? Oh, he's so confused. But he won't complain, because it makes you happy, and that's what matters most to him.

send me an ask with your dream date/day/night/afternoon/whatever with your f/o and I'll make you a moodboard and drabble!

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In Defense of The Super Mario Bros. Movie

Last year, Nintendo collabed with Illumination to bring their Italian plumber mascot to the big screen. It was an audience favorite, grossing $1.362 billion at the box office, becoming the highest grossing video game adaptation of all time. And yet, most professional critics passed it off as adequate at best children's entertainment, with a large number of them denouncing it as style over substance. Being an animation fan, a Mario fan, and a storytelling fan, I'm of the opinion that The Super Mario Bros Movie...is a cinematic masterpiece! Yes, you read that correctly. I absolutely love this movie both from a fan perspective and a narrative perspective. That may sound like hyperbole, but by the end of this post, I hope you'll understand where I'm coming from with my bold statement.

Based on the games, The Super Mario Bros. Movie tells the origin of Mario and Luigi entering the Mushroom Kingdom, meeting up with Princess Peach and facing off against Bowser. One aspect of the film that is often seen as weak is its story. I think the filmmakers made the smart choice in making this a classic Hero's Journey plot with Mario having to overcome adversity and prove his naysayers wrong. Not only does this make him more relatable, but it also prevents the film from overloading itself with superfluous subplots and tiring exposition dumps found in lesser media. I really appreciate that the film took it's time organically building the world with natural dialogue, visual gags, and letting scenes speak for themselves. This is especially true with the scene in which Peach tells Mario how she got to the Mushroom Kingdom. She only gives some brief insight into her early life while the visuals do most of the talking, and it ends with Toad playing the flute in tandem with the score. If this were as generic or formulaic as detractors say, they'd undercut this beautifully crafted scene with an unfunny joke. That's not to say the humor is cringe; quite the opposite, actually. This film is full of gut busting jokes and visual gags, such as Bowser slamming the keyboard cover on Kamek's fingers, Mario frequently failing the obstacle course, and that vicious dog attacking Mario and Luigi in the beginning. The film is chock full of hilarious gags that are well set up and have excellently timed punchlines. What makes the film's story resonate with me is it theme of never giving up. No matter how many times Mario fails, he never gives up and keeps trying until he succeeds. This is a very well good message to send to audiences, especially children. It's also well handled by being shown through Mario's determination and bravery. There are many films that follow the Hero’s Journey plot, but The Super Mario Bros. Movie is one of the finest examples in modern cinema.

The characters are all very well handled and are brought to life by such a great cast. Many were skeptical of Chris Pratt voicing Mario, given that we're so used to this iconic character being voiced by Charles Martinet in the games. That said, Chris Pratt more than did Mario justice, making him sound like a brave, sarcastic, and resourceful Brooklyn man. Charlie Day also did a great job voicing Luigi, making him sound cautious, funny, and kind. Anya Taylor-Joy did a great job voicing Peach, making her sound smart, funny, and brave. Keegan Michael-Key deserves major props for giving Toad a distinct yet memorable voice that makes him sound brave and funny despite being on the smaller side. This is because Toad in the games sounded like a woman putting on a gravely man voice, which especially works best in small doses and not in a full-length feature. The true MVP of the cast, though, is Jack Black as Bowser. This was perfect casting, and Jack knocked it out of the park. Bowser was fierce, menacing, and boisterous, yet also a true try hard when trying to impress Peach. I especially love his song, Peaches, which only works because Jack Black fully commits to it. All the other actors did such a superb job voicing their characters, including Seth Rogan hamming up his frat boy personality for Donkey Kong, Fred Armisen as the aptly named Cranky Kong, Kevin Michael Richardson as Bowser's kiss-up wizard Kamek, and co-director Michael Jelanic's daughter, Juliet as the sadistic but sweet sounding Lumalee. The characters were all so well realized and excellently cast, especially Jack Black as Bowser.

Illumination doesn't get enough credit for having some amazing animation in their films, especially in this film. They really outdone themselves, translating the world and characters from the Mario games into a full-length feature. In addition to giving them being, expressive eyes, distint body sizes, and very well detailed textures, they also give them unique character animations, like Mario walking more confidently than Luigi or Bowser stomping with every step he takes. The animation is especially well utilized during the action scenes, with great uses of squash and stretch, anticipation and follow through, and blink-and-you-miss-it gags. This is best showcased than in the Rainbow Road sequence which is full of all the aforementioned animation beats, including Mario punching Donkey Kong's should congratulatorily and DK being taken a back by it, the Koopas eating Peach's foot to the face, and the iconic Blue Shell attack. The animation makes this film feel as grand and as exciting as the games that inspired it.

The score and soundtrack also deserve credit for honoring the original game music and having a great selection of tracks. Composer Brian Tyler made great use of the iconic character themes, the Mario Bros. Rap, and the victory theme from previous Mario media in the score for the film. The film also utilizes pop tracks from the 80s that not only make for great montage music but also fit really well with their respective scenes. This is especially true with Holding Out For A Hero during Mario's platforming trials, Take On Me foreshadowing Mario's battle with Donkey Kong, and Thunderstruck building hype while the characters are building karts. I also can not praise Peaches enough for being such a well-made and funny track sung brilliantly by Jack Black. The soundtrack does a great job combining old music with new, making a very well put together symphony.

Nobody went into The Super Mario Bros Movie expecting a masterpiece, not even me. Yet after several rewatches, I feel the same about the film as I did when I first saw it. This is a masterfully crafted film that not only honors the video game franchise but is also a great fantasy film on its own. With organic world building, smart pacing, a great cast of characters, hilarious gags, and a fantastic score, this is very much the definitive Mario film and the best film based on a video game thus far. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time ;)

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Set in sand - Chapter 16

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 4.2k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns

"Mornin'.", Arthur calls out from behind you and a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth when you watch him approach. "How did ya like your first night here?"

After hearing his question, you huff and shake your head. Saying that your first night at the new camp was dreadful is quite an understatement. "I don't know what I hate more. The armada of mosquitoes harassing me or sharing the bed with an alligator."

Your answer earns you a barking laugh from the man and his blue eyes light up in amusement. "Aw, it ain't that bad."

"Says the princess up in the tower. You got it nice with your little room upstairs.", you argue with fake irritation in your tone and wiggle your finger infront of his face. With a cocky smirk, he grabs your hand and gives it a light squeeze, bringing his face a bit closer to yours.

"Lemme make it up to you by gettin' you a fine gun."

As you follow him to the hitching posts, you hastily shake your head. He already lost too much money on helping you buying Penthesilea. You don't think that you can handle it if he pays for a new weapon as well. "Don't spend your money on me again. I got more than enough from the bank job."

The two of you mount your horses and Arthur takes the lead, showing you the way to Saint Denis. "You gotta save that money for somethin' good. Don't worry 'bout me, I get more than enough out here, but you should keep it for the future. For when ya decide to live an honest life."

His words strike a cord in you and you study him from the side. "You think I'll leave the gang behind?", you ask, unable to hide your disbelief. You thought that you have done more than enough to prove your loyalty.

"That's not what I meant.", he answers with a shake of his head and grunts as if he's struggling to find the right words. "I think you deserve a decent life. A good life. Someone like you shouldn't be sleepin' and eatin' amongst the likes of us."

Oddly enough, hearing him say these things kind of offends you. "Arthur, if I wouldn't wanna stay with you, I'd have left already." Your voice comes out harsher than you had intended and he let's out a deep sigh. "But if you think that I don't belong with you then-"

"That ain't what I mean.", he quickly interrupts you and his Tennessee Walker stops in it's tracks. You signal for Penthesilea to halt as well and you come face to face with the outlaw. The upper half is hidden under his cowboy hat which makes it more difficult to guess what's going on in his head.

He clears his throat before opening his mouth again. "You're tough as nails. I don't doubt for a second that you can't protect yourself and I've never seen anyone fit in so quick with a group of lowlives and degenerates like us." Arthur pauses as he contemplates how to say the next part. "But I don't want you to get caught up in this mess. I've seen too many friends die."

"Oh, Arthur.", you mutter with a sigh and run your hand over your face. You understand that he's worried for your safety with everything that's been going on lately. The disaster in Valentine, the Pinkertons, the O'Driscolls and that mess with these two damned families. It's safe to say that you already got caught up in things. "It's a bit too late for that."

Finally he lifts his head and you get a proper glimpse at his face. The concern and internal struggle within him is visible in his eyes and the deep wrinkles on his forehead. Though behind that expression you see that he understands what you mean. Besides, you're not sure if you're even able to ever go back to live a normal life.

There's too much on your soul. Both guilt and blood. Your sins outweigh the good deeds you've done in your life and you don't think that you deserve to go back, but that is something you don't want to face just yet. For now you want to enjoy your morning with Arthur and pay the city a visit.

"We should continue moving.", you suggest and he nods. The silence between you two during the ride is loud and you can't bear the tension anymore. Thankfully Arthur speaks up first.

"Listen, it ain't my intention to hurt you." Before he can continue, you raise your hand.

"I understand. You're just worried." Of course he's worried. So are you, but even if you'd decide to leave one day, you don't believe you can simply take your stuff and disappear. Not without him at least.

If Arthur would ask you to leave with him, you wouldn't hesitate to say yes, but you can't tell him that. You don't want to put any pressure on him by saying you'd only go if he does too. Fighting is all he knows. Even after getting abducted and shot at, he was ready to throw himself right back into it.

"It's just that things are changin'. This is becoming a civilized land and they don't want folk like us no more. You either turn your life around or you hang.", he says and you let his words sink in.

You turn your head to look at him, only to find him staring at you with an unsettling expression. Unspoken words are laying in these blue eyes. Words like 'and I don't want you to hang'. Before your emotions could get the best of you, you whip your head back around and focus on the road.

As you ride into Saint Denis, you can't help but feel like the city is slowly suffocating you. The noises and smells make your head spin and the dark, depressing buildings tower over you almost menacingly. Arthur's lips curl up as he sees your reaction. "Not a big fan, I see?"

"No, I love it. Who doesn't like it when the air reeks of piss and sadness?", you answer, voice oozing with sarcasm. Your statement earns you barking laughter from him.

You would have loved to chat and complain some more, but all your attention is fixed on avoiding running over any pedestrians crossing the street. People around here seem to have forgotten how to use their eyes. There have been too many occasions of someone carelessly stepping infront of your horse and everytime you have to yank back the reigns to avoid turning them into a pancake.

What an efficient, yet terrifying riding exercise this is for you. It sure is strengthening you bond with the Andalusian. After a long while and several heart attacks, you finally get to dismount Penthesilea and enter the gunsmith's with Arthur.

Together you walk up to the counter and he browses through a catalog until he stops at a page with the picture of a handgun. As you lean over to get a better look at it, you see that it's a Volcanic Pistol.

"I was thinkin' of this one. Re-loadin' takes some time, but it has good accuracy.", he tells you and you hum approvingly. The description under the picture sounds good and as much as you liked the Schofield, you definitely want to try something else.

After seeing you nod, Arthur slides the catalog back to the salesman and you go to grab your satchel to take out the money. Suddenly you feel a pair of hands on yours and Arthur shakes his head. "I said I'll pay."

"But-"

"I insist.", he interrupts you with a firm, but yet gentle voice and your arms fall down to your sides. As the outlaw pays for the Pistol, your gaze falls on the wall to your right. A sortiment of different weapon belts with holsters is hanging there and you walk up to it.

"Does the lady see somethin' she likes?", the shopkeeper asks and you pick up a belt that is made out of a dark leather. At first glance it looks to be pitch black, but if the light hits it a certain way, you can see that it's actually brown.

"We'll get the belt too.", Arthur says without hesitation and you don't even try to argue with him this time. You know it's futile to make that man let you pay for yourself once. For an outlaw, he can sometimes be quite the gentleman.

With a new belt around your hips, a gun in the holster and a wide grin on your lips, you leave the store. Arthur looked very pleased when you had put it on back in the store and you feel safe again with the extra weight on your side.

"Thank you so much, Arthur. This means a lot to me.", you say, observing yourself in the reflection of the gunsmith's window. He takes his usual stance where his thumbs are tucked into his belt and you can feel his gaze on you.

Now you're the proud owner of not only one, but two weapons. Lenny was kind enough to let you keep the rifle he gave you yesterday, but you left it under the blanket on your bedroll. No way will you walk around with something like that unless you need it for a job.

"Ah, 's nothin'.", he says, waving it off. Of course he plays it off as not much. He always does. As you meet his gaze, you catch him staring at you and he clears his throat, looking away. "'m afraid I gotta go now."

Right, he mentioned meeting Dutch and John around this time to go talk to the man who has Jack. As much as you don't want this to end, you nod. "I'll see you later in camp then?"

"'Course. Will ya find your way back?", he asks and you feign offense, slapping his shoulder playfully in the process.

"Who do you hold me for?" His concern is understandable and definitely sweet, but you going back to camp is the least of your worries. Especially with a neat new pistol and a horse as competent as Penthesilea.

"You're right, you're right.", he responds, chuckling softly and shaking his head. His hand finds yours and he wraps his rough fingers around it. Every touch from him is so gentle and careful as if you're made out of porcelain and he's scared to break you.

It's such an unusual sight to see a man of his caliber act so tender, almost timid even and it makes your heart flutter. After he let's go of your hand, which happens way too early for your taste, he tips his hat in your direction and mounts his horse to ride off.

The warmth of his skin still lingers on your hand and you can't fight back the grin that is beginning to take form on your face. You hope he makes it back soon.

Just as you're about to hoist yourself onto your own saddle, you hear someone call out to you. The voice sounds familiar and you turn around to face none other than Mary Linton.

Her brown hair is tied up into a low bun and some loose strands fall elegantly over her forehead and around her face, framing it beautifully. A shy smile graces her lips and she has her hands neatly clasped infront of her. Eagerly, you pull her into a hug and let out a surprised, but happy gasp.

"Mary, oh it's so good to see you again!", you say excitedly and she joins in on your laughter. "How are you? How's your brother?"

"We're both well. He's at home, safe and far away from these Chelonians.", she answers with a relieved sigh escaping her. Then she's shaking her head as if to get rid of some thoughts and locks eyes with you again. "Are you free by any chance? I'd love to sit down with you and talk some more."

There's nothing specific you have to do at the moment and you don't like the prospect of returning back to camp already. You have no leads to follow or jobs to do and you're not exactly excited to do any of the tasks Miss Grimshaw usually loads on your shoulder.

"I'd love to.", you answer without hesitation and she shows you a saloon close by. It's a tidy place filled with fashionably dressed customers. All high society people. It makes you feel out of place with your dust covered clothes and a worn out summer coat that has seen better days.

At the counter, Mary orders two sherrys for you and as you reach for your satchel to pay, she extends her hand to stop you. "It's on me. As a thank you for helpin' me with Jamie."

There is no arguing with her about that. Her soft, yet stern eyes make it more than clear and after getting the drinks, you choose to sit at a table in the far left corner. The sherry tastes like nothing you've had back in camp or in the other saloons in Valentine and Rhodes before.

It's intense and sweet in a refreshing way. Maybe you should go out with Mary Linton a lot more if it's going to be like this everytime. Judging by her appearance, she seems to be doing way better than last time you saw her.

"I saw you and Arthur leave the gunsmith together. So you're still ridin' with the others?", she asks, studying your face with her brown eyes. There is something in her expression that you can't quite decipher, an emotion you can't place.

"That's right." Your answer comes out short, not wanting to spill too much information out here in public. This time she may not have mentioned Dutch, but you don't want to say anything that could give the wrong people a hint. There has been a lot of noise from the gang lately.

She nods at your words, pulling her eyebrows together ever so slightly. "I can see it on you. You've changed a lot since Valentine."

That statement surprises you and you take a sip from the sherry. Is it really that obvious? Well, it can't be too far fetched that your actions may have cast a certain shadow over you. The things you've done and went through tend to change folk.

"I guess.", you respond, lost in thoughts as you replay her words in your mind over and over again. "But what are you doing here?" You'd welcome a change of topic.

"Oh, just for some family business. Nothin' serious." There is something odd about the way she says it. It gives you the feeling that there is more that she isn't telling you, but you decide it would be better to leave it be. If she'd want you to know than she will share it on her own. "How is Arthur doin'?"

The question catches you off-guard when it really shouldn't. Of course she'd want to know how he is. "He's good. A moron still, but good."

Your response gets a chuckle out of her, but it quickly turns into a melancholic sigh. Sadness falls over her soft features and she tugs some of the loose hair strands behind her ear. "When I talked to him back in Valentine. Everythin' came back up, you see? I started thinkin' and dreamin' and askin' myself if he's still the same man he was all these years ago or if he's able to change now."

The longer she talks, the tighter your throat becomes. Not even the alcohol from the sherry is able to loosen you up or maybe you simply need something stronger. To avoid answering, you take another sip and then another until the glass is completely empty.

You recall the thoughts you had yesterday when you prepped Arthur's room. How you told yourself that you have no right to claim him and that you'd be happy either way. Who were you trying to fool back then? Listening to the woman now, it hurts. Clearly she still harbors deep feelings for him and even though you and Arthur have grown extremely close, you don't know if his feelings for her are gone.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be layin' all this on you.", Mary rips you out of your thoughts and you hastily shake your head.

"It's alright. Don't worry." You like the woman. You really do. She's sweet and kind and has always been nothing but nice to you, even though she doesn't know you particularly well.

You chat a bit longer with her, avoiding talking about Arthur and their shared past. She tells you about how her brother, Jamie, is talking about attending college and the different ones they've been looking at. The two of you share another drink until she gets up from the chair, saying she should head to the hotel she's staying at.

"Where is it? I'll give you a ride there.", you offer, getting up from your seat as well and she shakes her head.

"There is no need for that, I-"

"No, you paid for the drinks. The least I can do is make sure you get there safe.", you insist and her lips curl up ever so slightly as she admits defeat. Together you leave the saloon and walk to where your horse is hitched.

"What a beautiful mare.", Mary comments, extending her hand carefully to pet Penthesilea and you puff out your chest in pride.

"She is quite a beauty, isn't she? Arthur helped me pick that one out."

"He always knew a lot about horses." If he hadn't chosen the outlaw life then maybe he would have become a fine stable owner. Horses do have a calming effect on him. He always seems so content and in another world whenever you watch him care for them in camp.

After you mount your Andalusian, you offer your hand to Mary to help her up which she takes with a soft 'thank you'. It's making you a tad nervous having to ride through Saint Denis by yourself now and navigating through the chaos that is the traffic. You're doing an excellent job though.

There is still a pedestrian here and there who you miss at first glance, but other than that it's going pretty well. Soon you arrive at Hotel Grand, where Mary is staying at, and you hitch your horse a couple buildings down the street.

"Hey, pretty ladies.", a drunk man calls out to you and Mary gives you a worried look. With a shake of your head, you indicate to her that it's best to ignore him. Perhaps he will go away on his own if you don't pay him any mind.

Just as you want to continue walking, you feel a hand grab you by the shoulder and turn you harshly around. The stench of alcohol hits you in the face like a freight train and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. "I was talkin' to ya, ladies!"

"And we weren't listening.", you answer in a matter of fact way and break free from his grip. The man's expression darkens as his half lidded eyes roam over both your figures and you protectively step infront of Mary. She isn't the one with a weapon, so she should stay behind you.

A sinister grin spreads on his face, revealing a set of yellow and black teeth. The smell only gets worse from that and you try to wave it away with your hand. "I don't take no for an answer."

Without hesitation you pull your coat aside, revealing your Pistol and place your hand on the handle. A shadow falls over your face as you stare the man down with murderous intent. "Do you take bullets to your head then?"

Your voice comes out colder than expected, but nevertheless, it's getting the result you were aiming for. The moment he lays his eyes on the gun, he quickly lifts both hands. "I'm not lookin' for any trouble, miss."

"Then don't run around causing it and piss off." With that, the man stumbles into the opposite direction and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. As much as you're not afraid of these types of people anymore, confrontation still fills you with anxiety. Especially if it's as public as this.

"You handled him well.", Mary speaks up and you turn around to meet her gaze. "You sounded just like Arthur." That's not too far fetched if you think about how much time you spend with the outlaw. It's only natural that you pick a up a thing or two.

"Are you alright?", you ask, giving her a quick look over. Obviously no one got hurt, but you don't want to leave her alone at the hotel if she's shaken up. Luckily that doesn't seem to be the case and then you remember that she used to hang around with the gang as well. It's probably nothing new for her.

"I'm fine, thanks to you.", she answers with a smile and you walk her the last bit towards the hotel. Infront of the entrance, she pulls you in for a tight hug and you say your goodbyes.

The way back is a lot less eventful and you arrive back home late in the afternoon. There isn't a lot to do around camp and judging by Abigail's cries, Dutch and the others haven't returned yet. Even as the sun begins to set, there still is no sign of the men.

You pass the time by talking to Sadie and showing her the Volcanic Pistol Arthur got you. With an impressed nod, she turns the weapon in her hand, inspect it thoroughly. "That man is spoilin' ya."

"He's just being nice.", you deflect with a wave of your hand and you hear someone let out a huff. Uncle sits up from his bedroll with barking laughter.

"Arthur wouldn't buy a dying man a beer! That man is as charming as a starving alligator.", he points out, amused and shakes his head. To you, Arthur is one of the kindest people you have ever met. Not to others, but to you.

Suddenly a shout can be heard from the front of the house. "Abigail!"

You recognize Dutch's deep voice immediately and you jump up to your feet to run over to them. And there they are with Jack by John's side and Abigail comes bolting out through the front door. The woman gasps as her gaze falls on the boy and she sweeps him up into a tight hug.

The entire camp seems to be sighing in relief and you can feel the mood lighten up again. Jack's absence has been laying heavy on everyone and now you're all allowed to take a deep breath again.

You lock eyes with Arthur who is staying behind, a lit cigarette between his lips. Should you perhaps tell him about your encounter with his ex-fiancé? No, not now. Tonight you should focus on celebrating Jack's return.

The gang gathers around a fire and Javier starts playing a cheerful tune on his guitar. As you sit down on one of the crates, you feel a warm presence behind you and you tilt your head up, meeting Arthur's gaze. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Javier begins to sing and you sway in sync with the melody. The others join in on the chorus, but it's loud and without any coordination. Still, it makes you grin to the point where your cheeks hurt and you chuckle to yourself.

You reach up for Arthur's hand and you intertwine your fingers with his. His skin is rough from hard, yearlong work, a vast contrast to how soft and comforting his touch is.

After the song ends, Abigail, John and Jack retreat back to the house to catch up on the time they had spend apart. You feel Arthur leave you as well and you catch your body leaning back automatically, longing for his presence. Shortly after though, he returns with a bottle in his hand and moves one of the other crates closer to you for him to sit down on.

"You want some?", he asks in a low voice, hoarse from all the years of smoking. With a smile you take the bottle from him and take a swig. It's nothing like the smooth and sweet sherry Mary has given you. This one goes down your throat like acid and you force down a coughing that is building up in your throat.

Javier continues playing music and hums softly along. A strong arm wraps itself around your shoulders and you lean against Arthur's broad figure. The crackling of the firewood and the effect of the alcohol, make you sleepy and you fight to keep your eyes open.

Or maybe it's the fact that for the first time in a very long time, you feel safe for once. If you could you'd stay in this position forever.

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[seasonofthenerd]

I didn’t like the ending of creature commandos. Nina’s story was so sad but it doesn’t explain why she was locked up in bellereve? Waller said “put her in the water it’s a different story” yet she shows no feat of aquatic manipulation nor violence:( she didn’t deserve to die.

As for Ilana, it doesn’t make sense she was evil from all along, she seemed legitimately traumatized when she had to kill Circe’s incels.Circe’s plans don’t even make sense, why didn’t she go to the Justice League? Wonder Woman? Batman? They could’ve helped!!! I’m sure she tried to set the princess mad by sending clay face to her to corrupt Ilana.

Ngl Ilana and Flag were a hear me out couple, I see the vision.

I've said it before, and I will say it again, Nina deserved better, she wasn't made for the team, she is not a killing machine, she was just different, all the more reason to hate Amanda Waller (I really hate that bitch)

And yes I see what you're saying about Ilana being innocent, but what I think is that she's the princess of a powerful kingdom, and she has the perfect "oh look at me, I'm so sweet and young and harmless", so she can definitely be the villain here. Meanwhile yes, her and Rick were great together, but I think she went after him because she knew he was the weakest link in the team, I'm not saying that she's fully a bad person, but did you see the way her eyes had no emotion as she killed Nina? And the way she came back up from the water after such a long time? That part gives me the confirmation of sorts

As for circe not going to others, I think she had a little

Moment, because her experience hasn't been all that great with the others, and she didn't want to waste time convincing, but it can be anything

All we know for sure is that this ending was a damned cliff hanger and they can't leave us like that

(I love you for discussing this please come back if you want to discuss more (ʘᴗʘ✿))

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NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 6513

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I love you and only you,"

"I'm not like him, I am way more different from him,"

"Imma take care of you princess,"

"You Belong to me,"

OMNISCIENT Desiree found herself longing for Jey more and more each day as he traveled the globe for his wrestling tour. With every new experience he shared, she couldn't help but wish she were by his side, exploring the world together.

He would reach out to her through calls, texts, and even share pictures, and she reciprocated in kind. Desiree found herself reflecting deeply on their conversation from the other night when he visited her.

'I'm committed to staying by your side, ready to offer you the reassurance and love you truly deserve, if you allow me to.' This thought echoed in her mind, a reminder of his desire to love her in the way she needed after all she had been through. She found herself uncertain about whether she was prepared for that level of commitment because of her past experiences. However, Jey proves to her daily that he is not like Jayden; he is truly different.

At the workplace, the dynamics have shifted significantly. Ke'Liyah consistently shot disdainful looks at Desiree, spreading rumors that labeled her as desperate and promiscuous for her inability to maintain a relationship. However, Desiree remained unfazed by the negativity. She confidently asserted herself, ensuring that everyone knew she wouldn't tolerate such disrespect.

It was beyond her control that a striking Samoan man like him fell for her the moment he stepped through that door. When Bianca called, she shared every detail of the whirlwind of emotions and events that had unfolded since they left the house.

Bianca felt a surge of joy for her best friend and offered to fly her out to one of their house shows, ensuring she could spend time with Jey.

OTP Binky💗: girrrl you're goin to see me kick some ass out there! Desi🫶🏽: yeah I can't wait either I would always watch it on TV but not in person Binky💗: I know you wanna see yo' man Desi🫶🏽: he's not my man B Binky💗: girl that man loves you why don't you give him a chance? Desi🫶🏽: because I don't wanna just jump into a whole new relationship you know? After dealing with...Jayden Binky💗: I understand honey, but don't scare him off he seems genuine like I know the twins for a while now sis Desi🫶🏽: I hear you B, I hear you

Desiree took the time to meticulously pack all her belongings and ensure everything was in order before calling an Uber to the airport, guaranteeing that she wouldn't miss her flight.

Binky💗: you like Tennessee so far? Desi🫶🏽: yes I do honestly they have some good food and places down here to shop Binky💗: I agree Desi you got a Uber to the airport? Desi🫶🏽: yes and I'll be there Binky💗: text me when you arrive okay? Desi🫶🏽: kk

CALLED ENDED

Desiree noticed that her Uber driver was just two minutes away as she made her way downstairs with her small suitcase in tow. Despite the rain, she was grateful to have her hoodie on hand for such weather.

Jey was completely unaware that she was planning to surprise him, an act that was out of character for her. It was as if he was bringing out a side of her that she had long kept hidden from the world, allowing her to embrace her true self in a way she never thought possible.

Well except her best friend of course

For him, everything felt different; she would never make the effort to see a man she missed. As she arrived at the airport, she picked up her luggage and made her way inside the terminal to board her flight.

She informed Bianca that she had arrived at the airport and was just about to pick up her ticket for the flight to Cali, where they would be attending Monday Night Raw later tonight.

As she strolled toward the gate where the plane awaited, she settled onto a nearby seat, her book bag slung comfortably over her shoulder. Pulling out her iPad, she immersed herself in creating designs for her tattoos, a perfect way to pass the time before her flight.

Desiree embarked on her first day as a tattoo artist at the shop, and the customers were immediately drawn to her unique designs, particularly her Samoan artwork. Her deep admiration for Samoan culture shines through in her creations, which is why she felt such a strong connection to Jey's body art, appreciating the stories and meanings behind each piece.

She would never consider doing this for Jayden, especially since they are no longer together. Despite receiving threatening messages from unknown numbers, she consciously decides to ignore them.

"Flight B12 will be boarding now flight b12 will be boarding now from Tennessee to California,"

Desiree quickly gathered her belongings as she stood in line to board the plane. After her ticket was scanned, she made her way inside, relieved to find that her seat was unoccupied. This fortunate arrangement allowed her to enjoy her journey without any interruptions.

As she settled into her seat, she tucked her book bag between her legs. The familiar buzz of her phone in her pocket caught her attention. When she pulled it out, a smile spread across her face as she noticed a text from Jey.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: hey mama Desiree🦋: hey Joshua💵: what you doing? Desiree🦋: I'm just busy on my iPad rn hbu? Joshua💵: in my locker room, thinking about you I miss you Desiree🦋: if I'm being honest I miss you too, I never missed someone this much Joshua💵: you'll get to see me soon mama Desiree🦋: I hope so Joshua💵: we can handle long distance together imma prove myself to you everyday Desiree🦋: okay but I gotta go I'll ttyl Joshua💵: aight mamas

Desiree activated airplane mode on her phone just as the plane prepared for takeoff. She slipped on her wireless headphones, selected her favorite tunes, and reclined her head against the seat, allowing her eyes to gently close.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree booked a nearby hotel and informed Bianca of her arrival, mentioning that she was on her way to the arena to see them. Understandably, she felt a wave of nerves; this was her first time attempting such a surprise for Jey.

It hasn't been long since they last met, so why wouldn't she take this opportunity? Dressed in a stylish black crop-top and relaxed baggy jeans, along with her favorite slides, Desiree glanced in the mirror and admired her reflection. She felt confident and ready for the night ahead, applying a touch of lip gloss and rubbing her lips together to achieve that perfect "pop" effect.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: Can't wait to see you girly uceyjucey replied to your story: where you goin mama? y2kjayden replied to your story: man you're such a whore where you heading to now? I think in I'm that area ke'liyah replied to your story: finna go steal someone else's man?

Desiree simply rolled her eyes at the responses from Jayden and Ke'Liyah. She refused to let their negativity affect her. Taking a final glance in the mirror, she then checked her phone and noticed that her Uber driver was in route.

She had never felt more confident for a man she had just met, even though he was encouraging her to embrace her true self. Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed with a notification that the Uber driver had arrived. With a quick grab of her purse and house keys, she stepped out the door, ready for the adventure ahead.

Desiree climbed into the Uber driver's car, ready for the ride to the arena.

Desiree arrived at the arena, her excitement palpable as she noticed the lengthy line stretching ahead of her. Grateful, she thanked the driver before stepping out of the car. As she approached the building, her eyes were drawn to the vibrant array of merchandise and championship belts displayed all around her.

She aimed to find something that symbolized Bianca and Jey, so she chose to purchase their shirts as a way to show her support. After acquiring the shirts, she joined the line to have her ticket scanned.

She navigated the security line and quickly sent a text to Bianca, letting her know she had arrived.

IMESSAGE 💬 Desi🫶🏽: hey I'm here Binky💗: hey! I'll come get you, you ready to see me and your man whoop some asses tonight? Desi🫶🏽: one last time B he isn't my man Binky💗: if he wasn't then you wouldn't be here right? see he's getting you out of your shell Desi Desi🫶🏽: whatever you say I'm just here to support you Binky💗: you're in such denial about him 😭😭 Desi🫶🏽: I'm not in denial Bianca 🙄 Binky💗: you say that now and then the next you'll be all over him I know you Desiree Desi🫶🏽: what the fuck ever Bianca let's stop talking about him and come get me 😒 Binky💗: aight aight calm down I'm down the hallway you should see me waving my hand at you Desi🫶🏽: kk

Desiree scanned the room and spotted Bianca, who was enthusiastically waving and beaming with joy. With a warm smile, Desiree made her way over and enveloped Bianca in a heartfelt embrace.

"Finally I get to see you, you know it's so boring at home," Desiree said.

"Hey, I'll be home after this tour, maybe Jey will be home too," she teased as Desiree nudge her in her arm.

"What??? I'm just saying,"

Desiree sighed dramatically as they strolled backstage toward her locker room. Along the way, she noticed numerous wrestlers preparing for their matches or chatting with friends, creating a lively atmosphere that buzzed with excitement.

As her gaze swept the room, she searched for Jey, longing to see him, to embrace him, to kiss him—she missed him deeply. Bianca observed that Desiree's attention was drifting away from their conversation, her eyes scanning the surroundings instead.

Bianca knew that Desiree had falling for Jey but didn't want to admit it due to her past, "If you're looking for Jey his locker room is down the hallway," what Bianca said had caught Desiree off guard blinking her eyes a few times before she could process what Bianca just said.

"What?" Desiree said.

"I said if you're looking for Jey his locker room is down the hallway." she repeated.

Desiree shook her head, "I'm not looking for him, let's go to your locker room B," Bianca chuckled at her as they went towards her locker room.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

DESIREE I found myself in Bianca's locker room, captivated by the intense match unfolding between Jimmy Uso and Solo. The two competitors bore a striking resemblance, almost as if they were brothers or closely related to Jey. As I watched, Jimmy delivered a stunning superkick right to Solo's face while he clung to the ropes. The impact was electrifying, and moments later, Jimmy unleashed another superkick, sending Solo tumbling over the ropes in a dramatic fashion.

The match turned out to be quite captivating, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would spot him in the crowd tonight. As I watched the action unfold, I noticed a figure in a black hoodie attacking Jimmy, delivering punches and kicks. It was a shocking moment that added an unexpected twist to the event.

I sensed that something was about to unfold as I watched them surround Jimmy, the sound of his music echoing in the background. Suddenly, there he was, emerging from the gorilla, charging into the ring to assist Jimmy.

I was completely captivated by his remarkable looks and graceful agility in the ring; it was hard to believe that this was his career. After unleashing a flurry of devastating super kicks to their faces, they all hurriedly exited the ring, doubled over in agony.

As the show transitioned to a commercial break, an overwhelming desire to visit him surged within me. Yet, I couldn't shake the thought that he might be preoccupied with other matters. Just then, the door creaked open, and in stepped Bianca, her appearance a whirlwind of sweat and fluster.

"Damn girl, who you been fighting?" I said.

"Miss Tiffany and Nia girl, they're so annoying," she said.

"I believe I spotted Jey heading into his locker room; it might be a great idea for you to go surprise him." But then again, how could she know what I was thinking? A wave of anxiety washed over me as I wrestled with my doubts. 'What if he doesn't want to see me?' 'What if there's someone else with him?' My mind was racing with all these unsettling thoughts, and Bianca seemed to pick up on my unease.

"Desi, enough with the overthinking! Just go see him," I said with a sigh, grabbing my purse and phone as I made my way to his locker room.

While making my way to his locker room, I unexpectedly collided with someone, landing squarely on my backside and gazing up at the individual.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry, let me help you," Trinity said as she helped me up.

I brushed myself off and quickly offered my apologies for colliding with her. She smiled and reassured me it was no problem, but there was a spark of recognition in her eyes. "You're Desiree, aren't you? Bianca's best friend?" she inquired, and I confirmed with a nod.

"Yeah? And you are?"

"I'm Trinity, you the girl Jey has been raving about all week." It brought a smile to my face knowing he brags about me to his friends. We exchanged a handshake before diving into our conversation.

I mentioned to her that I was visiting Bianca and Him today to show my support before returning home for work, only to discover that she was Jey's sister-in-law.

She escorted me to his locker room and embraced me warmly, knowing she had an interview to attend shortly. Once Trinity departed, I knocked on his door, my heart racing with anticipation. I felt a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought of seeing him again after several months apart.

I could hear soft footsteps approaching the door, and as it swung open, I found myself staring up at him. Jey looked effortlessly amazing, his shirt absent and revealing his striking tribal tattoos. He wore black yeet sweats that perfectly complemented his laid-back style.

Including his Cuban link sliver chain over his neck, I could smell his cologne which smelt so good he had a smile appearing on his face before pulling me in for a hug.

"Mamas? What'chu doing here girl!" Jey exclaimed as he gave me a bear hug.

As he pulled me into his locker room and closed the door, I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him. He kissed my lips softly several times before gently setting me back on my feet, his hands firmly gripping my hips.

"Surprise, I came to see you," I said.

"You? Came to see me? That's new mama, I guess I am doing something right," he said as we began to chuckle.

I relaxed my shoulders, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as all my concerns and doubts about his happiness vanished in an instant. "So, where are you staying?"

"I'm staying at a hotel right now at the moment why?" I asked.

"Imma come see you so we could spend time with each other tonight if you're free," I truly missed him, and reconnecting would be the ideal way to make up for all the time we lost while being apart.

I felt a rush of excitement as his hands glided down to my backside, gripping me tightly and sending shivers through my body. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I gazed deeply into his eyes, overwhelmed by the thought, 'How can someone be so perfect? Perfect for someone as flawed as I am?' I leaned in even closer, and he mirrored my movement, our lips finally meeting in a soft, electrifying kiss.

As our lips danced together, I found myself surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. Deep down, I questioned whether I was truly in love with him, even if I was reluctant to acknowledge it. Jey's tongue playfully explored my mouth as he effortlessly lifted me by the thighs, carrying me to his couch.

He gently set me on the couch, positioning himself between my legs, our lips locked in an unbroken kiss.

"Fuck, I missed you so much baby," Jey muttered.

"I did too..." I muttered back, 'did I just say I missed this man?'

The kiss was messy and passionate, his tongue dancing in my mouth as I felt his arousal pressing against me. Jey broke the kiss, his gaze drifting down to the outfit I had chosen for the day.

"Damn, you look good mama, you did all this for me?" he asked.

I shot him an exasperated look, then playfully put my finger to my lips with a smile, "perhaps." Jey responded by kissing me again, this time moving to my neck, which made me let out a soft moan.

A grin blossomed on his face as he firmly yet gently held my throat, showering my neck with tender kisses. I surrendered to the moment, tilting my head back and allowing him to take control.

I whispered his name gently, hoping only he would catch the depth of my longing for him. 'Desi? Are you really letting him in?' 'Calm down,' I thought to myself, torn between the urge to push him away and the desire to keep him close.

His allure was so captivating that it felt like a powerful drug, one I couldn't break free from no matter how hard I tried. I gently traced my thumb along his cheeks, pressing my lips against his, as we lost ourselves in a rhythm that felt perfectly in tune.

As I arched my back in pleasure, I felt Jey lift up my shirt and latch onto my breast, swirling his tongue over my nipple. This man is going to kill me. "Oh my god, Josh, Fuck." As he sucked on my breast, I moaned.

"Shit, come use those pretty lips of yours mama," he pulled away from my breast as I was pulling down on his sweats seeing his dick ready to pop out from his boxers.

I pulled down his red PSD boxers down as his dick spring up hitting me in the face, I don't think it could fit down my throat even if I tried, I grabbed his shaft and began placing kisses on it while gazing up at him.

He was gazing down at me caressing my hair as I began swirling my tongue around his mushroom tip before going down on him, I heard nothing but moans escaping his lips.

Jey threw his head back in pleasure while gripping onto my hair while I felt his hips thrusting inside of my mouth.

I could feel the tip of his dick in the back of my throat causing me to gag on his dick, he pulled out while getting a hold of my chin.

"Take a deep breath baby, relax your throat for me," I nodded my head obeying his words as he kept a hold of my throat and began pushing his dick inside of my mouth.

I relaxed my throat while breathing through my nose taking his length inside of my throat, I moved his shaft up and down continuously swirling my tongue on his mushroom tip tasting all of the saltiness from it.

His groans were like music to my ears, "just like that baby doll, just like that," he groaned as he sped us his pace inside of my mouth.

I held onto his thighs hearing that popping effect going in and out from my mouth while he faced fucked me, this was something I never done before not even with Jayden he would always be picky about things like this.

I could feel him growing inside of my mouth as my tongue glides through his shaft while I was playing with his balls, which caught him off guard but seemed to enjoy it.

I could feel Jey's eyes gazing down at me while I looked up at him with my innocent ones, which caused him to smile at me.

"You so fucking pretty mamas, you gon' let me nut in that pretty mouth of yours?" he cooed as I nodded my head in response.

Jey rolled his eyes in the back of his head thrusting his hips deeper inside of my mouth while tears were flowing down my cheeks feeling snot coming down as well taking him all in.

Feeling his dick twitch inside of my mouth as he continued to thrust and thrust, it felt like I was going to pass out at the moment.

I heard him cursing underneath his breath, "fuck, I'm finna cum," he warned me.

After a few more strokes down my throat I felt his warm semen shoot out inside of my mouth while hearing a loud groan escaping from his lips as his seeds were spilling down my throat.

I swallowed it up tasting the saltiness of it before he pulled away from my mouth.

I could see his chest heaving up and down trying to catch his breath after having that orgasm, I got up from my knees grabbing me a napkin to wipe my mouth.

"Shit, I didn't know you had it like that girl," Jey said before wrapping his arms around my waist.

Desiree push him away now, what are you doing??

Why are you letting him get this close to you??

Jey kissed me on the cheek which caught me off guard as I turned my head looking at him through the mirror, we made eye contact with each other before giving a smile at one another.

"It's nothing special Joshua," I said as I threw the napkin away in the trash can.

"Mmcht, girl you trippin," all I could do was chuckle at him he was so perfect it wasn't fair that he wants to be with someone like me.

"I'm not," I sat down on the couch crossing my leg over while monitoring his movements.

While I was doing that I heard the door knocking as he went to go see who it was, I tried to peek my head from his shoulders to see who was he talking to.

But I just minded my business anyways watching the match on the TV screen before I heard him shutting the door.

That's when I heard him speak, "Hey, mama imma be back aight? Gotta go do this interview segment with my brother," Jey said as I nodded my head seeing him leaving the door.

I noticed that he had left his phone with him my curiosity was getting the best of me and wanted to look through his phone making sure that he wasn't hiding anything or playing in my face.

But I hesitated to get it due to what happened when I looked through Jayden's phone seeing all of those woman that he was texting behind my back.

Go through his phone Desiree

Do it

I grabbed his phone noticing that his phone had a passcode on it, 'damn it,' that's all I could think about I couldn't get into his phone.

Would he even let me look through his phone if I asked?

I placed his phone back to where it was while keeping myself occupied.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ I returned to my hotel room after spending some time at the arena catching up with Bianca. I truly missed my best friend and can't wait for her to come home after the tour. In the meantime, I was enjoying a delicious meal I ordered from the hotel menu when I suddenly felt my phone vibrate.

Upon picking it up, I noticed a message from Jey, and a smile spread across my face as I replied to him.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mama wya? Desiree🦋: I'm in my hotel room Joshua💵: lemme' come slide through Desiree🦋: Joshua... Joshua💵: what? C'mon mama I'm tryna see you before you leave Desiree🦋: we seen each other Josh Joshua💵: so? Why do you keep doing this baby?

God I love it when he calls me baby

Desiree🦋: because I don't understand what do you see in me Joshua💵: let me see, you're beautiful, talented, caring, soft spoken, loyal, do I need to add some more? Desiree🦋: nah you good Joshua💵: then what's the word?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I going to say?

Desiree🦋: what are we going to do if you come over? Joshua💵: you know mama, I'm tryna spend some time with you girl Desiree🦋: alright I'll send you my hotel room number Joshua💵: bett see you in a little bit

Shit Desiree you gotta put on something cute for him

Wait don't do that you look good enough in your baggy sweats and tank top

I glanced into the mirror, checking that my hair was just right for his arrival. With him coming over, I couldn't help but wonder about his intentions for the evening. Was it just a casual encounter, or did he have something more in mind?

As I made my way back to bed, I switched off the lights in the room, leaving only the bathroom light on for safety. I picked up my iPad and started creating fresh tattoo designs for my clients, eager to showcase my work when I return home.

While creating tattoo designs, I found myself imagining how they would appear on Jey. The thought of inking him crossed my mind, but I doubt he would actually allow it.

I was engrossed in drawing on my iPad, as I often do, while a show played in the background on the TV. However, my thoughts kept drifting, particularly fixated on the idea of going through his phone.

I have to find out what's inside so I don't come off as foolish for someone who doesn't want me. Perhaps I could quietly access it while he's asleep by using his Face ID.

Or you could just ask Desiree I'm sure he'll give it to you without hesitation

As I was lost in my thoughts, a knock at the door jolted me from my bed. I quickly got up and pulled back the curtains, revealing Jey's car parked in the lot outside.

Damn he came here fast

As I glanced through the peephole, I spotted him standing there, hands tucked casually in his pockets. I swung the door open, and the moment our eyes met, a smile blossomed on his face.

Jey's gaze swept over my body, taking in every detail from head to toe. As I welcomed him into my hotel room and closed the door, I stood with my arms crossed, observing his every move. He always manages to look incredibly attractive whenever he approaches me.

He sat down on my bed waiting for me to come near him before speaking, "You just gonna stand there or bring yo' cute ass over here?" he said as I slowly walked over towards him getting between his legs.

I sensed his hand reaching for my waist, drawing me onto his lap and compelling me to turn and face him, his grip on my hips steady and assertive.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him as he stared up at me, his lips glistening from where he had just licked them. It was enough to make me turn my gaze elsewhere. 'Honestly, I can't tolerate this.'

"What? Why you keep looking away mama?"

I don't wanna admit to him that he makes me feel so wet and horny right now

"It's nothing Josh, don't worry about it," I said while he got a hold of my chin placing a soft kiss on my lips.

As our lips met, a natural rhythm took over, and I instinctively draped my arms around his neck. In a seamless motion, he shifted our positions, leaving me lying back on the bed with him hovering above me.

His strong hands intertwined with mine, which felt so small in comparison, as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth, and in that moment, I realized I had never felt such comfort with a man I had only met a few months prior.

Jey broke the kiss and started to trail kisses down my neck, asserting his claim on me. He lifted my tank top, exposing my perky breasts, and began to tease my nipple with his tongue, swirling it in a way that made me arch my back in response.

"J-Jesus...Josh..." I moaned softly seeing him gazing up at me.

"You miss daddy huh?"

"Yes...I missed..you so..much," I could feel him smirking.

Fuck I just admitted that I missed him

I mean i wasn't lying I did miss him a lot

Jey was so different from Jayden, when I was with Jayden at the time he wasn't this gentle with me he would always be rough but with Jey he takes his time.

As I lost myself in my thoughts, I barely noticed him sliding off my sweats and panties. He drew me closer, his face nestled between my legs, where he began to kiss my thighs and gently explore my most intimate areas, sending delightful shivers coursing through my body.

Jey was kissing me all over, really getting into it, and then he started swirling his tongue around my clit.

the way his tongue was working magic on my pussy right now just made me feel like I was in a trance he was so gentle and genuine with it too, I didn't even flinch when he did as well he kept me in place so that I wouldn't escape but why would I?

This is some of the best head I'm getting right now

He gradually slipped two fingers inside me, thrusting in and out, making me moan while his tongue flicked up and down.

"Josh...fuck..."

"Mhm, look how wet you're for me baby," he muttered.

He was working me over with his fingers and tongue doing the same motion as I held my legs up so that he wouldn't have to feeling his other hand squeezing my right breast, his tongue glided over my glistening folds gazing up at me seeing that I was a moaning mess for him and only him.

That's when I began riding his face and fingers at the same time causing me to roll my eyes in the back of my head while doing so it felt so good feeling my clit being over simulated by him.

Every time he swirled his tongue over my bud I felt a tiny pit go down in my stomach nearing my orgasm, I gripped onto his mullet pushing his face deeper inside of my wet cunt. "D-daddy..." I whined gazing down at him.

"Gon' ahead make a mess on my face mamas, I want it all," 'he was such a sweet talker that's for sure' I could feel his beard getting wet in my wetness right now he was digging his fingers so deep inside of me almost hitting my g-spot so well.

My fingers were gripping onto the bed sheets circling my hips some more matching his movements knowing how he loved it when I did it, feeling him caressing my things as he continued to rack his tongue on my pussy lips

But I knew he wasn't going to let me cum so easily not just yet, he pulled his face and fingers away from me causing me to whine.

"Joshuaa, what the fuck," I cried out of annoyance as he chuckled at me before placing his glistening lips on to mine tasting myself.

"Calm down, little mama, daddy's got'chu aight?" Jey said softly.

Jey pulled down his sweats that hung low showing off the waistband of his boxers along with taking those off too seeing his dick spring up hitting him in his stomach, he stroke his dick before pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.

I saw him rubbing his dick onto my glistening pussy as he gently push himself inside of me hearing a gasp escaping his lips along with me moaning softly, that's where he began rolling his hips pumping his dick in and out of me.

"All of this for me?" Jey purred as his voice dropped a little bit making my pussy turn upside down.

"Yes, daddy, all for you and only you," I moaned while gazing up at him.

I bit the bottom of my lip watching him beat my pussy up he filled me up some good it didn't make sense, I could feel his hands slithering underneath my ass cheeks began thrusting deeply inside of me.

His dick had me seeing stars at this point as I slide my hands down towards my clit looking at him for permission to rub on it, he nodded his head as I wet my I wet my fingers up before rubbing my clit.

"Fuck, you look so pretty rubbing your pussy like that, keep goin for me baby," He praised me as he pummeled my insides.

My breast began to bounce and shake due to his intense thrust that he had going on causing me to throw my head back into the sheets. "Fuckkkk" I moaned gripping onto his biceps tightly.

"Mhmm gimme' that shit," he responded back as he continued to thrust inside of me.

I could feel my walls tightening around his dick as well as a pit going deep inside of my stomach hitting him in his chest to give him a warning, he pulled out from me seeing all of my warm juices squirt onto his chest.

"Got ya' ass squirting all over me huh?" I nodded my head while covering my face feeling embarrassed.

He removed my hands from my face placing as soft kiss on my lips, "don't be embarrassed baby, I love it," that put a smile on my face while pushing his dick back inside of me and began beating my shit in.

He wrapped his hand around my throat pounding into me deeply trying to chase his high like I did as his dick was coated up with my essence.

I could feel his dick gliding over my spot yet again as I wanted to run away from this so badly but I had to be a big girl and take it.

I loved the way his dick was coming in and out of me I could watch that all day if I wanted to, I could feel his dick twitching inside of me while he cursed underneath his breath gazing down at me with his dark eyes.

He leaned down whispering inside of my ear, "lemme' bust one in you mama," god I wish I wasn't on birth control right now I would've let him put a baby in me the way he speaking to me like this.

I nodded my head giving him permission as he continued to thrust and thrust until his movements were getting sloppy.

He let out a guttural moan, feeling his dick fill me up with his warm semen like a volcano, painted my walls so gently. "Fuck, that felt so fucking good," he groaned as he pulled out of me seeing his cum leak onto my beautiful chocolate body.

Jey bent down and planted a few soft kisses on my lips before making his way to the bathroom to tidy up the remnants that lingered on my stomach. As I lay there, my breathing remained calm, eagerly anticipating his return.

He returned with a warm cloth, gently cleaning my stomach and intimate areas before tossing it into the trash. Jey then switched off the bathroom lights and approached the bed where I was waiting.

We nestled closely under the blanket, my head resting on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. As I looked up at him, I gently traced the designs on his tattooed skin, feeling a deep sense of connection.

"Come stay with me," Jey said as I gazed up at him with a perplexed expression.

"What do you mean stay with you?" I asked.

"I'm saying cancel your flight for tomorrow and come stay with me in Atlanta,"

Desiree no you remember what happened last time something like this happened and it went to straight to shit

Don't do this

"Joshua..."

He pressed his lips against mine before I could even voice my objections, silencing me in an instant. Our mouths danced together as they always had, but then he pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes. "Please, mama, I'm serious. I'm not here for games; I want to take care of you," he pleaded earnestly.

Desiree don't. do. it.

"Joshua that seems a bit much don't you think? What will I say to Bianca?" I said.

"I'll tell her myself aight? just let me take care of you mama, you deserve it," Jey is a great man, a very great man at that something that Jayden couldn't be for me.

I didn't know if I wanted to go through this with him despite my past relationship with Jayden and how he wanted me to move in with him it just scared me honestly.

"I'm scared Joshua..."

"Scared of what baby? I'm right here,"

"I wanna take things slowly I've been through way to much just to hop into another relationship you know?" He nodded his head understanding where I was coming from I knew he meant well but If I was going to go through this I had to take things slow.

I am mentally damaged

Mentally exhausted

And emotionally damaged

Jey grabbed a hold of my chin, "I understand princess, we'll take things easy aight just let me prove it," Jey said.

I noticed the seriousness in his eyes; he wasn't joking at all. I nodded in response, and then a smile broke across his face.

I hope I'm making the right decision in this

I pray he isn't like the rest of em or like Jayden in a way because my heart couldn't handle it anymore if he turns out to be them

Fuck what am I getting myself into?

NOVACANE

A/n: Jey is so patient with Desiree despite her being closed off and feeling scared but he's going to prove that he loves her more than anything.

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Reaving: Part 5

The snow fell relentlessly, blanketing the forest. King Edward lay motionless in the cold, his body crumpled beneath the cliff. The wind howled around him, but he remained unconscious, vulnerable to the elements.

After what felt like an eternity, a figure appeared on the trail, his breath visible in the frigid air. The man paused, noticing the form sprawled in the snow. With a quick step forward, he knelt beside Edward, his hands brushing his chest. The faint rise and fall of breath confirmed life. The man’s eyes flicked to his armor, recognizing it, but there was no hesitation in his actions.

Without a word, he lifted Edward into his arms, grunting with the effort. Over his shoulder, he carried him, his pace swift and steady despite the cold. Reaching a hunting wagon nearby, the man placed Edward in the back. He urged the horses forward, and the wagon rumbled off into the night, disappearing into the darkness.

That same night at Windenburg Castle, no one was aware of what was going on with the King. Inside her former chambers, Lady Adelaide sat with her head in her hands. The muffled shouts of her grandparents echoed through the thick wooden door, growing louder with each passing moment.

“She has disgraced us beyond repair!” Philip’s voice thundered. “Do you think Edward, or anyone at court, will ever forget this? The Arnold name is ruined!”

“She is young, Philip,” Prudence replied, her voice pleading. “She made a terrible mistake, yes, but she is still our granddaughter. She deserves our compassion.”

“Compassion?” Philip’s tone turned sharper, cutting through the air like a blade. “She’s stolen from the King’s treasury, tarnished our reputation, and cost us our place at court. I will not have her under my roof!”

“You cannot mean that,” Prudence said, desperation creeping into her voice. “Where else could she go?”

“Anywhere but Westfield!” Philip roared, his footsteps pounding against the stone floor as he stormed away.

The heavy door creaked open, and Prudence stepped into the room. She approached Adelaide, who looked up, her tear-streaked face pale and trembling. Prudence knelt before her, taking her hands gently.

“My dear child,” Prudence said softly. “Do not let his anger destroy you. There is still a path forward.”

Adelaide shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “There is no path forward. No one wants me now. Not even my family.”

Prudence’s lips tightened as she put an arm around her granddaughter’s shoulder. “Perhaps you could join a nunnery or serve as a lady-in-waiting to a noblewoman. It would give you purpose—a way to rebuild your life.”

Before Adelaide could respond, the door opened again, and Princess Jane entered. Her face was pale and tense, her steps quick as she crossed the room.

“Adelaide,” Jane said, her voice steady but strained. “I came as soon as I heard.”

Adelaide tried to speak, but her voice faltered. “Your Grace…”

Jane stood beside her, her eyes searching Adelaide’s tearful face. “This will pass,” Jane said firmly. “Edward will come to his senses. I’ll speak to him.”

Adelaide’s shoulders sagged as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “It’s too late, Jane. Grandfather has cast me out. I have nowhere to go.”

Jane’s expression darkened. “He cast you out?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. “He has gone too far.”

Adelaide sobbed openly. “My life is over. I’ve brought shame to my family, and now I have no one.”

Jane reached out, gripping Adelaide’s hands tightly. “No. You have us. You will go to Britechester Castle. I’ll send word to my servants to prepare for your arrival. You’ll be safe there, away from the whispers of court.”

Adelaide blinked through her tears. “You would do that for me?”

“Of course,” Jane said firmly. “Your grandmother and I have been friends for many years. And in the spring, I’ll return to check on you myself.”

Adelaide managed a faint smile, her tear-streaked face softening. For the first time in days, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.

The following morning, Edward's men scoured the frozen wilderness, searching tirelessly through the night for their king. As dawn broke, their efforts bore little fruit. The failure to locate Edward meant none of the knights made it to Bagley to aid King Henry, a dire complication in its own right.

Sir Thomas Claymore and Sir John Grady rode ahead of the search party, their breaths visible in the icy air. Eventually, they came across Edward’s horse, Rowan, standing alone near a steep cliff.

Thomas dismounted immediately, his chest tightening as he glanced over the edge. “Edward!” he shouted into the abyss, his voice echoing into silence.

John placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. “This won’t help. We need to take the horse back to the castle and inform the advisors. This matter requires careful handling.”

Thomas hesitated, staring once more into the endless drop before nodding grimly. “You’re right. But this doesn’t feel right. Not at all.”

By the time the men returned to Windenburg Castle that afternoon, word of the king’s absence had begun to spread like wildfire. All eyes turned as the knights entered the courtyard, Rowan in tow but without Edward.

In her chambers, Queen Cordelia sat at her desk, engrossed in her book of hours, the delicate illumination calming her nerves. One of her ladies called softly, “Your Grace, Sir Walter seeks an audience with you.”

Cordelia turned, a warm smile gracing her lips. “Show him in.”

Walter flanked by two royal guards stepped in. Their solemn expressions sent an immediate chill through the queen. Her smile faltered. “Walter?” she asked cautiously.

Walter bowed low. “Your Grace, I bring grave news.”

Cordelia’s breath caught in her throat. “What has happened?”

“The king is missing,” Walter said carefully. “His horse was found near the cliffs, but there was no sign of His Grace.”

Cordelia’s hand flew to her chest, her face paling. “No… this cannot be.”

Walter pressed on gently. “Under Windenburg law, in the king’s absence, the heir apparent assumes regency. However, Prince Alvin, as you know, is only thirteen. Therefore, by law, the regency falls to you once again.”

Cordelia staggered slightly, steadying herself against the chair. Her voice trembled. “My son… he cannot be gone. Not like this.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of uncertainty and loss settling like a shroud.

[userarmand]

louis is so so cute here the way he's just waiting to be kissed 😭

[demonkinguwu]

Vanessa Doodles before work™️

My interpretation of canon Vanessa + her w Snatcher + Someone wanted to hug he <3