#nick jonas age

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[covenofagatha]

alright alright i’m thinking dub!con modern/nonmagic au.. into something rough and/or bondage. we love the age gap. i’m leaving a lot of holes lmfao i will talk shop if you want specifics baby

finally finished omg

hope everyone enjoys

title is from Chains by Nick Jonas cause why not

Chains for your love

When you're house sitting for your neighbors Agatha and Rio, you decide to throw a party and they are not happy when they find out

Word count: 3400

Warnings: dubcon, smut, rough sex, bondage (handcuffs), vibrators, fingering, spanking, choking, threesome, might be missing one or two sorry if so, age gap (all legal)

Your neighbors would kill you if they found out what you were doing right now. 

Agatha and Rio, the couple next door, had asked you to house sit for them while they were on vacation to Cabo for a week as a favor to your mom. 

You had just graduated from high school and she said, and you quote, “you need to get your lazy butt off the couch and do something with your life or so help me.” 

So when Agatha mentioned to her that they were leaving for a while, your mom had thrown you under the bus. 

You didn’t know much about your neighbors, only that they were two smoking hot older women who were kind of crazy. You had also barely ever interacted with them, always at school or doing homework when they came over to have lunch with your mom. 

Agatha is about ten years older than her wife, with long dark curly hair and piercing blue eyes. Her fashion sense is always on point and her veiny hands do things to you. 

Rio, while pale and a brunette as well, is tall and lean, and very intense. Her hazel eyes bore into you whenever you’d come downstairs to get a glass of water, like she knew something that you didn’t. When she looks at you like that, you can’t help but squirm and wonder if you did something wrong. And yet, for some reason, you find it hot.

All you had to do while they were gone was stop by, water their plants, collect their mail, and make sure their house was in order. 

Which you did, perfectly, you might add. 

It just so happened that on the last night of house sitting, you were supposed to go to a party at your friend’s house to celebrate the end of senior year, but her parents came home early so she needed to move it. 

And you had the brilliant idea to use the giant, empty house at your disposal. 

Cue the music, lights, and drinks. 

“This is so nice of your neighbors to let us use their house!” Your best friend Wanda yells at you. 

You laugh, pretending not to have heard her over the bass, because they certainly did not. 

In fact, you think, you think they would be quite opposed to it. 

Agatha and Rio were quiet people; they didn’t like mess, especially in their house.

And this here, with Jimmy Woo throwing up in the bathroom and Natasha Romanoff knocking over a bottle of beer on the ground and two people making out in the pool, was as messy as it could get. 

You’re on your second wine cooler, feeling it start to hit, and you stumble around the living room, trying to assess the damage before the party is even over. 

It may have gotten more out of hand than you were intending it to. When you had told your mom what you were doing, you had mentioned having a few people over for pizza, and she had said that if it got out of hand, or if she heard about even one thing being out of place when Agatha and Rio got back, she would, and you quote, “ground your butt until you graduated from college.” 

You almost pointed out the irony of her wanting you to do something, but the moment you were going to, she threatened to not let you do anything for the next four years, but decided against it. 

“Here!” A bottle of beer is pressed into your hand and you turn to find Darcy Lewis standing there. Even though you shouldn’t, you take a swig and Wanda leaves to go find her boyfriend. “Cool party!” 

“Thanks!” You shout back and she giggles before taking your hand and leading you into the kitchen, where it’s a little quieter. You haven’t talked to Darcy that much, but she was in two of your classes and you know she’s going to MIT. 

“Got any summer plans?” She asks but she slurs the words. You laugh like it’s the funniest thing ever. “What?” 

You point at her, almost doubling over. “You’re so drunk!” 

She looks scandalized for a second, raises her hand to fix her glasses, and then becomes hysterical too. “So are you!” 

The next thing you know, Darcy and you are kissing. 

You’re not sure who started it, but her mouth is against yours and your tongue is in her mouth. 

You pull back, there’s some eye contact, and then the two of you crack up again and she goes outside to the patio. 

Drunken makeout accomplished and your head sufficiently spinning from the two and a half drinks now, you make it a mission to start cleaning up. 

You’ve collected half a trash bag full of cans when people start pouring out of the house, telling you to “stay in touch!” and “have fun at college!” and then it’s just you in the house. 

There’s still a lot to clean up, but you’re tired and sloshed, so you set an alarm on your phone for six in the morning so you can get up and tidy up the rest before Agatha and Rio get home. 

You pass out on the couch immediately. 

Which turns out to be a huge mistake, because when you finally wake up in the morning, your neighbors are sitting in the chairs across from the coffee table, both wearing matching displeased looks. 

You shoot up, scrambling into a sitting position, heart pounding. “What–” You furiously tap your phone to find out why the alarm didn’t go off, but it doesn’t turn on. 

Of course it died. 

Rio chuckles, leaning back and crossing a leg over the other, amused with your panic. “Care to explain what happened here last night, doll?” 

Your cheeks redden and you try to think of something that won’t get you in trouble because it seems like you are fucked. “I had some friends over,” you say, and it sounds pathetic even to your ears.

Agatha tuts and rests her elbows on her knees. “‘Some friends?’ Angel, have you seen what our house looks like?” 

You gulp and take a look around, dread sinking deeper into your stomach. The pieces of glass that no one picked up. All the cans and bottles you missed. A sweatshirt thrown onto the floor. Pizza crusts and plates scattered across the furniture. 

“I was going to clean it up, I swear,” you say, your throat suddenly really dry. 

“Oh, and,” Rio says, so cheerful for no reason. You can only imagine what she’s going to say, but she takes out her phone and taps the screen. You raise an eyebrow and she turns it to you. 

At first, you’re not really sure what you’re looking at, but then it becomes clear. 

It’s a recording of you and Darcy making out in their kitchen, the angle from somewhere on the counter. 

You lurch back on the couch. “You were spying on me?” You hiss, feeling violated.

Agatha rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Please, darling, this is our house, we can do whatever we want in it. Plus, we weren’t sure if we could trust such an immature, young thing like you and clearly, we couldn’t.” 

The jab about your age makes you angry. “I’m not that young and I’m not immature!” You say indignantly. 

“Making out like a slut with the first girl who gives you attention while drunk at a lame high school party?” Rio taunts, standing up and sliding next to you on the couch. You feel the pit in your stomach grow when Agatha does the same on the other side. You’re not sure who to look at. “Seems like something a childish brat would do.” 

“And now, we think there should be consequences,” Agatha coos, hand coming to brush a piece of your hair back behind your ear. Fear spikes through your veins. 

“Please don’t tell my mom! She can’t find out about this, I’ll be in so much trouble,” you beg and Agatha smirks. You jump when you feel Rio’s hand touch your thigh and you freeze when it slides up to the hem of your short skirt.

“So you don’t want us to tell your mom,” Rio muses, toying with the edge of the fabric. You have to bite back a moan and it becomes hard to breathe. “I guess that means we’ll have to punish you some other way for creating such a mess.” 

“What did you–” You have to stop to swallow roughly. “What did you have in mind?” 

Agatha hums lowly. “We need to make sure you learn your lesson, no matter how hard we have to beat it into you.” You whimper and pray that neither of them heard it. 

But of course they did.

Rio snickers and cups your pussy, all the air being punched out of your lungs. “God, she’s dripping, Aggie,” she says and your face burns hotter than it ever has. 

You shake your head, denying how much you actually want this, and try to clamp your legs close, but Agatha pries one open and Rio moves her fingers up and down your clothed slit. 

“We can always go next door and tell your mom,” Agatha warns and that’s all it takes to convince you. You turn to Rio, wrap your arms around her, and pull her in for a kiss. 

Immediately, Agatha yanks you back by your hair and Rio slaps you across the face. It’s not hard enough to seriously hurt, but the sting makes you gasp. 

“Bedroom, now,” Agatha barks and practically drags you off the couch and up the stairs, Rio practically cackling while she follows. 

You’re thrown onto the bed in the room that you may have snooped through a few times this week. Enough times to find all of their toys in their bedside drawer and imagine the women using them on each other. 

The same nightstand where Rio is heading toward now. You watch her saunter over, lips parting, but Agatha roughly grabs your chin and forces your mouth open with her thumb. 

“Don’t look at her,” she growls and leans down to whisper in your ear, “If you ever want us to stop, say purple.” 

The second you nod, she spits directly into your mouth. A strangled moan leaves your throat and Agatha slides two fingers inside your mouth to spread her saliva all over your tongue. You gag around them as she pushes them deeper and you feel tears pricking your eyes. She scrapes her nails against your tongue and you roll it up to flick at her fingers, not missing the way she bites her lip. 

And then she flips you over so your stomach is on the bed, hikes your skirt over your ass, and spanks you. The impact reverberates through your body and the sound echoes throughout the room.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“A young thing like you shouldn’t be using such dirty language,” Agatha tsks and slaps you again. “That’s for kissing that whore in our kitchen.” 

Again. 

“That’s for leaving a mess all over our house.” 

Again. 

“That’s for proving us wrong when we thought we could trust you.” 

Again. 

“That’s for making us punish you the second we get back from our lovely vacation.” 

Again. 

“And that is for teasing us all those times at your house when you’d come downstairs dressed in barely anything. It’s like you wanted us to notice how desperate you were for us,” she snaps. 

You’ve dissolved into a moaning, sniveling puddle on their bed but the thought that you’ve been unknowingly turning this couple on makes you even hotter inside. 

Agatha reaches down to the crotch of your underwear and laughs meanly. “God, you’re so fucking wet, did being spanked like a slut turn you on?”

While you consider yourself a proud person, there’s absolutely no pride in the way you nod your head so hard it hurts. 

She tears your panties off and shoves two fingers in you without preamble. A loud sound rips out of your mouth and your body rocks forward with the force. She fucks you with a brutal pace and it’s exactly what you need, but then she pulls out and slaps you harder than before on the ass. You groan, absorbing the hit, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. 

You need her fingers back inside you, but she turns you back over and you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

Rio comes back into view with two pairs of fluffy handcuffs and a few other toys. “Get against the headboard,” she orders and you scramble to obey. She hands one pair to Agatha and they both make quick work of chaining one cuff to your wrist and the other to the bedside post. You give an experimental tug of both hands and while you can wiggle your arms and wrists comfortably, there’s no getting out. 

The two women come back around the bed to face you and you squirm under their direct attention. 

“What do you think we should do with our naughty little plaything?” Rio asks, tongue pushing against the inside of her cheek, eyes lighting up with possibilities. 

They fall into these roles so well and you can only imagine what it’s like when the two of them have sex. 

“I think we should fuck her until she can’t take anymore and she’s begging for us to stop,” Agatha muses with a smirk. Your breath catches at her idea. 

“I think the slut likes that sound of that,” Rio says and Agatha nods in agreement. “Maybe we hold the vibrator against her until she cries. What do you think, doll?” She raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Whatever you want, please just touch me,” you beg. 

Agatha bends over to run a finger up your thigh, watching how you shake. “Be careful what you wish for, angel.” She crawls onto the bed so she’s kneeling in front of you and once again, pushes two fingers forcefully into your dripping pussy. She’s not gentle at all, curling her fingers and scraping her nails against your insides, but it’s perfect. 

You struggle against the handcuffs, wishing you could touch her, but Rio tuts, takes off her pants and underwear, and moves to straddle your stomach, blocking Agatha partially from your view. 

Your breath hitches as she pulls up the crop top from the party last night and lowers her wet cunt onto your abs and lightly grinds. Her head falls back and you think you could cum from the feeling of her against you like that.

And then she starts moving faster just as Agatha does, her fingers filling you and fucking you just how you need it, and Rio’s right hand comes to clasp around your throat. You throb around Agatha’s fingers and you had no idea that would be such a turn on for you. 

Agatha’s thumb presses down so hard on your clit that it almost hurts while she keeps her merciless pace and your hips start to buck against her fingers. Rio squeezes harder and the lightheadedness you feel only drags you closer to the edge. Her nails dig into your skin and you think you might die from how good it feels. 

“Are you going to cum for us?” Agatha asks from behind the woman riding your stomach faster. 

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, seeing Rio’s delighted face on top of you. 

And then Agatha pulls her fingers out of you and you whine loudly, only for her to slap your pussy hard. 

You can hear the wetness. 

And then you can hear buzzing. 

Agatha presses something against your clit and you almost jump out of your skin. 

It’s the vibrator and you’re guessing she turned it up to one of the highest settings. It’s so intense on you and you can’t help but cry out as it sends you straight into an orgasm. Being breathless from Rio’s hand around your throat only increases the pleasure and you’ve never felt anything like that before.

You expect some relief from the assault on your clit but it never comes. Agatha holds it against you while Rio slips a finger down to her own pussy to get more direct stimulation where she needs. The woman on top of you is beginning to fall apart and it only heightens your own sensitivity. 

The vibrations have your hips rolling and you quickly cum again, and this time, you try to close your legs or scooch up the bed to get it off, but Agatha doesn’t let you. 

She rakes her nails on your leg and then you feel her roughly bite your inner thigh. You gasp and your hips buck up, almost throwing Rio off. 

Rio finally takes her hand off your throat and bends down over you so she can suck marks into your collarbones as well. 

Both their mouths on you and the vibrations still on your clit throw you right over the edge again. 

This time, Agatha does move it away from you and you can finally breathe.

But not for long, because Agatha slides a finger back inside your sopping cunt and lazily fucks you. Rio’s panting on top of you and she finally buckles with pleasure as she cums for the first time. It’s the hottest thing ever, the way she tosses her head back and seizes up, small sounds falling out of her mouth.

Once Rio comes down from her high, she gets off you, smirking at the glistening wetness on your stomach. You gape down at them as she joins Agatha to watch her fuck you. 

And then your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back in your head when Rio pushes a finger into you too. 

Fuck. 

You have both of them inside you. 

They move in sync, dragging their fingers out and thrusting back into you at the same time, and you groan loudly. 

“How does it feel, angel?” Agatha says, voice thick and low. 

“Feels so good,” you babble, sweat breaking out on your forehead as you raise your hips to meet them. 

“Does our little slut need to cum over both our fingers?” Rio taunts. 

Your head falls to the side, blissed out with the feeling of them both curling and pressing on that spot inside you that you can rarely get to on your own. Your stomach is almost cramping and your arms are aching from pulling so hard on the cuffs. “Yes, please, fuck, wanna cum, so close.” 

And then they pull out of you at the same time like they planned it and you clench needily around nothing, your hips still undulating. 

“Wait, what, why?” You wail and they start laughing at you. “No, no, come on, please.” You pull at your restraints like that will do anything and Agatha harshly slaps the inside of your thigh where she bit you earlier, and it makes you jump. 

“Stop being a greedy little slut,” she scolds. Rio walks over and unlocks the handcuffs from you so you can sit up. “You already came twice. Maybe you’ll think twice about using our house for an orgy next time.” 

“It wasn’t an orgy!” You protest and Rio rolls her eyes and grabs your jaw roughly. 

“We don’t care if it was your fucking church group,” she snarls. “You made a mess and hopefully you’ve learned your lesson.” 

You slouch, still feeling desperate. You can still feel both their hands in you, twisting and fucking you so well, and you don’t think you’re bound to forget that anytime soon. 

“Well, angel, did you learn your lesson?” Agatha presses and you petulantly nod. 

Not exactly beating their young and immature allegations anytime soon. Who cares though. 

“You better get home before your mom starts to worry and thinks we’re torturing you,” Rio says, playful glint in her eye.

“Cause that would be so far from the truth,” you mutter and Agatha swats your leg again. 

“Get out of here,” she says. “Maybe next time we go out of town, we can see if you were actually paying attention.” 

All you know is that next time they leave, you’re going to throw an even bigger party. 

[clarkeybabey]

❝ everybody wants a taste ❞

# summary; sharing is not always caring

# playlist; jealous, nick jonas, gold rush, taylor swift, the boy is mine - remix, ariana grande, brandy, & monica!

# word count; 1.2k

# note; I did not intend for this to be so long originally, whoops. kinda hate this

"And you're positive you don't wanna come along, darlin'," George asks for what seems to be the hundredth time this evening as he pulls his coat on, he's been begging for you to rethink your decision for the last twenty-five minutes, and you aren't budging this time.

Shaking your head, "I can't leave my baby two nights in a row, honey, that's outrageous," you frown, gesturing down to your dog who has cuddled herself up against the blanket that's still warm from the dryer. He groans, tossing his head back in an attempt to gain extra sympathy points, "Plus, all this laundry and love island to catch up on."

He comes trudging back towards you, flopping down on the bed dramatically, "Don't wanna go without you," he pouts and you kiss his jutted-out lower lip, when you pull back he's fighting a smile and losing miserably, "I'll be right here waiting for you to get back, I'll even try an' stay up for you, okay?"

Defeated he sighs, ""Kay, I love you," he kisses you this time, a real one, long and slow. His hand comes up to find the pulse point on your neck as his tongue slides against yours.

You catch on quickly, grabbing his shoulders and giving a light shove, "I love you and you know how much I enjoy your kisses, but go have fun with your friends, my lips'll be here when you get back home."

Standing up from where he had thrown himself just moments ago, mumbling, "Fine, fine, I'll fuck off," he throws a wink and a kiss at you as he walks from your shared room, you hear his keys jangle as he grabs them from the hook, followed by a third goodbye, and the door being pulled shut behind him.

You stay exactly how he left you for a while longer, at least until the washer beeps when you get up to swap the laundry around, you find Poppy sat by the door staring at you with her tail wagging a hundred miles per hour.

The idea of a walk this late without George has you wishing you had let him stay, "Sad world we live in, Pop, wishing I had a man to keep me safe from the bloody dark," you let out a breathy giggle to yourself at your words as you shove one of his hoodies over your head and slide your slippers on.

The door slams heavily behind you as you trudge down the stairs, the cool air nipping at your once-warm cheeks wind rash was the least of your worries as you make your way down the street lamp-lit sidewalk, every sense heightening. When Poppy stops to sniff one you fish your phone out of your pocket, tapping through your friend's Instagram stories.

When you get to Chris' you notice George in the background of a video of him and Arthur. Not just George though, him and a girl, he's leaned against the bar on his elbow, smiling at something shes said. It's friendly, and probably a fan, but why has she been touching his arm for what feels like ages? The video felt like it was nearly three hours long.

Screenshotting, you zoom in on the two, not even noticing the scowl that's situated on your face. You feel a pit in your stomach and it burns a hole straight through you, you're not usually the jealous type, but you're never left home either. Fans know you exist and they've slowed down the whole throwing themselves at him thing quite a bit, George never establishes boundaries, assuming they know where the line is.

Deciding you've seen enough of that, you tap through to the next slide, this time it's the four of them standing together, arms over each other's shoulders: Arthur, Chris, George, then the girl you swear you've never seen in your life. Both posts have been up for just under ten minutes.

That was enough social media for the evening, you internally establish on your walk home, turning your phone off just in time for it to buzz from what you assume is a text that you don't even bother glancing at.

Once you've made it back inside, you no longer feel like doing any more laundry, instead you kick off your shoes, hang your jacket up by the door, snuggle up in the warm duvet, and press play on your show. Before you know it you have watched two hours' worth of Love Island and fallen asleep, you don't even notice when the boys come fumbling back into the flat.

That is until George's cold hands meet your cheek, you push him away mumbling about him fucking off, and turn away from him. He snorts and apologizes with his hands up in surrender he knows you can't see, "Better change your clothes and brush your teeth, no outside clothes on my clean sheets," and he does just that before returning from the ensuite, scooting into bed behind you, pulling you into him.

You do your best not to let him cuddle up to you, letting your jealousy overpower how much you'd missed his presence alone, "Missed you lots, sweetheart, Chippo was asking 'bout you." You hum, not bothering with a verbal reply and he quickly picks up on how abnormally stiff you are against him.

"Something wrong," ignorance is bliss and sometimes your boyfriend is exactly that, but you can't blame him for being so confused this time. In his mind, he wasn't even home to piss you off so he's stuck raking through his mind in search of one thing, anything relatively bad he's done through your whole relationship

You shrug, finally speaking up, "No, jus' saw Chris' story, jealousy's a disease and mine chronic," he can hear the pout in your voice, doing his best to stifle a giggle, and failing as your feel rattle through his chest, "Nothing to be jealous of, darlin', she only knew me from your tiktok," he snorts as his fingers draw shapes on your back beneath your shirt.

And now you feel silly for ever thinking something strange was happening, this was exactly why you hardly ever got jealous, it was always something like that or "She just wanted me to get a picture of her with Arthur."

There was never a time where he made you feel as if you shouldn't be secure in your relationship, but when you're left alone your mind does such stupid things, "Dont feel silly, any time anyone comes up to you, I feel the same way, just bite my tongue, 'cause I don't want you to think I don't trust you."

"And before you say it, I know you trust me, if you didn't we wouldn't have me it this far," he presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. He smiles against your mouth, and when he speaks again his toothpaste-y breath fans over your face, "Now g'night, beautiful, I love you more than you know."

All of a sudden you're a puddle in his arms, "Goodnight, I love you... so much," this time he can hear the smile in your voice at the sound of it he can't fight one of his own.

[sagittariusmarz]

What celebrity couple are you and your future spouse? (pac) *follower request

Pile 1

I see that you and your future spouse will be like Stephen curry and Ayesha curry or Gabrielle union and Dwayne wade, I see that you guys will be like friends and lovers who are with each other for a very long time. I see that you guys will enjoy having fun and making each other laugh, I see most of you will have a family with them. Signs- Aquarius/aries, Pisces in 10th house/ Libra in 12th house. Initial- L, M, C, V, W, H

Pile 2

I see that you and your future spouse will be like the celebrity couples nick jonas and priyanka chopra or Tom holland and Zendaya, I see that you guys may meet each other at a young age or you’ll hear a lot how young both of you look. I see that you guys may get married quick or get into a relationship with them quickly. Signs- libra/pisces, Leo in 8th house/aries in 2nd house. Initials- T, V, B, S, D

Pile 3

I see that you and your future spouse will be like prince William and Kate Middleton, I see that you guys will go out with each other for a little bit before taking a break or breaking up and then reconciling to have something more serious like marriage. I see that it may take sometime to figure out the relationship but eventually you’ll come together for marriage. Signs- Taurus/aries, Scorpio in 11th house/ Capricorn in 3rd house. Initials- B, L, S, D, F

Personal readings always available

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[ferrstappen]

Everybody wants a taste l LN4

a/n: i am in an urgent need of writing ideas I've had for MONTHS so brace yourselves I guess?? also the title ofc is from pop anthem jealous by nick Jonas.

i am also very very very stressed waiting for the standing start.

pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

this is angst. and some tom holland after this poll results <3

summary: Lando had never been the jealous kind, but after seeing you with many co-stars, he reaches his limit. and his girlfriend doesn't like it.

No one would ever know Lando Norris' was reaching his limit as he stood on the sidelines of another press junket for his girlfriend's new movie: a coming of age movie that already was creating awards season buzz, and God was he proud of her, having witnessed the ten minute standing ovation she received during Cannes.

But of course the limelight wasn't only on her. No, it was on him.

Lando remembers when he was asked who he'd want to portray him if they ever did a biopic and he didn't hesitate: Tom Holland. There could be some similarities between the two, both British, chestnut curls, but now Lando's skin crawled just from hearing the name.

He had dealt with different co-stars during the almost two years of relationship; he'd seen her kiss them, fight with them, fall in love with them, but this was different, he never had to witness her naked skin pressed against someone else, placing her body on top of his, pretended noises he knew weren't real and authentic, but still, they were supposed to be just for him. All for the sake of making a point of her character being an adult now, some shit about an epiphany of being able to take control of her own life, make decisions about her body, and whatever the screenwriters wanted to portray.

And of course Lando didn't help himself.

user1: God has favorites, just check y/n having fake sex w tom holland and real sex w lando norris

user2: no but y/n and tom??? such a hot couple I NEED it to happen

user3: and what are you gonna do with lando and zendaya? lol user2: idc I just want y/n and tom to be a thing

And that was just the beginning, before the movie had even dropped, because the day of the premiere? Everything went wrong.

Sunny Los Angeles had welcomed you and Lando after landing from London, paparazzi eagerly waiting for the arrival at LAX, catching the perfect pictures of Lando placing you in front of him, holding your hand tightly and doing his best to shield your body from prying eyes who just wanted a couple of dollars.

Despite being jet lagged after spending a couple of days in your home in Monaco, there wasn't much time to catch a break because the moment the two of you set foot on the Beverly Hills Hotel, they barely let you take a shower before giving some nice, fluffy robes. Lando was first, out of nowhere two people were working on his hair while the other was applying some kind of serums and creams on his face, but he didn't care when it was time for another team to start working on you; Lando was mesmerized by the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the natural glow of your skin, the deep red of your lips.

"I don't like being so separated," Lando pouted, walking towards your seat, earning a giggle from you because he looked so funny and cozy with the big robe.

"There's not much we can do, baby. I can barely move," You searched for his eyes and that was when Lando got the idea. The hair stylists gasped when the racer sat down on the floor, circling his arms around one of your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh. "Oh, you're willing to be told off by the make up artists as well?" You asked him but your insides were dancing all over the place, your fingers quickly finding their place on his curls.

Neither of you noticed a Vogue photographer capturing the scene, with Lando's eyes closed and cheek smushed, with his arms secured around your leg, but neither realized representatives for Armani had walked in carrying Lando's tux and your body-hugging black velvet gown.

So far so good. A picture perfect young couple who loved each other very much and had photographers swooning by the way Lando fixes your earring and checks for lipstick on your teeth, and how you make sure his bow tie is leveled.

But then, they get to the red carpet.

It was an elegant affair, but still full of people and before he realized, the red carpet manager was separating you from him for an alone photo call before the one and only Tom Holland got there, cheerfully greeting you in front of the cameras, throwing a couple of jokes to make you laugh as he placed his hand on your back.

This was a nightmare, having to listen to people say how cute the two of you looked, a perfect on and off screen pair, chemistry on and off the screen, both your names already on the shortlist for the Oscars.

Lando's skin was starting to crawl, and it didn't help that he had to re watch the scenes haunting his mind, but this time it was out for the entire world to see, and it didn't take long for his latest instagram post to be flooded of vile comments.

when are you getting replaced by tom holland??

now tom holland can play you in movie and y/n plays herself, nothing changes lmao

lando control ur woman!!!

lucky man, she sounds so pretty I almost had to leave the theatre

lando honey you can leave her I'd never do that to you

And Lando knows he shouldn't, but when your hand reaches for his when the night ends, he pretends to look for his phone; when you try to fix a messy curl, he moves his head out of your reach.

and you know your boyfriend too well.

"Baby, are you okay?" You ask him once you reach the shared hotel room.

Lando lets out a dry chuckle, but too aware of his throat closing. "Why wouldn't I be?"

But you weren't having it, not today, not on your big day, not when you just wanted rest your head on his chest and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the one acting weird,"

"I am not," Lando argued, trying to take deeper breath, but failing miserably.

"Okay Lando, whatever, I don't care. You can be selfish during a very important day for me for all I care,"

Those words struck a nerve: "Me? Selfish? Are you fucking kidding me?" Now you could see his cheeks flushing, maybe even his neck gaining some red color.

You wanted to be scared, to walk away and let him cool off any unwanted feeling or thought on his head, but you couldn't.

"No, I'm not. Please illustrate me as to what happened to put you in this insufferable mood," You argued back and watched as Lando's mouth opened and closed as he undid the cuffs from his shirt, threw the suit jacket on the leather sofa and threw away the bow tie, all in just a couple of seconds.

"Am I not allowed to be upset to watch him all over you, having to look at the both of you acting like the best of friends or lovers for all I care, and then have to watch on this fucking enormous screen how you kiss him and touch him," Lando spat the words as if they were venom; he could feel his throat closing

Your eyes widened in disbelief, your brain not processing Lando's words. "Lando, you are not making any sense. Are you listening to yourself?" You were careful not to raise your voice, knowing he wasn't in a clear space of mind, but you blood was running hot too after processing what he was implying.

"Yes, I am. (Y/N), baby, I'm tired of having to watch you making out with a different guy every a couple of months, it is so tiring, and I understand that this is your job, but..." Lando was about to continue but was stopped by you, messily taking off the heavy velvet dress and heels, putting on the first pair of jeans and oversized sweater you found. "What are you doing?"

"I don't want to listen to you anymore. You are ridiculous, Lando. You're talking about my job, my career, that I've worked my ass off, and never in a million years I thought you'd be telling me this bullshit! I'm not going to entertain this, so if you can't deal with this anymore, please let me know so that I can move on," this time your throat tightened, the last words coming out broken and choked, emotions fighting to make their way; from anger to utter sadness.

"Where are you going?" Lando didn't know if he was angry with you, disappointed in himself, maybe a mix of both as he watched you grab the Chanel black backpack.

"I don't know, but let me know if you can do this or what,"

You were sure those were the last words of the unforeseen argument, but as you were grabbing the card key of the room, Lando opened his mouth.

"Maybe you can go with Tom, everyone wants you two together anyway."

Of course he needed to get the last words.

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Jealous

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Synopsis: Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. He just never does. Tell him he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong.

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Aphrodite's daughter reader

Warning: LUKE DOES NOT BECOME KRONOS AND TURN TO THE BAD SIDE, Y/n is used multiple times in the story, violence, mention of liquor, getting drunk and tipsy, and all minor characters mentioned are AGED UP! The reader is mentioned to be a girl

W.C: 2.1k

Percy Jackson is never the type to get jealous. Or so he says he isn't. Tell him that he is and he'll laugh at your face and tell you you're wrong. He's Percy Jackson! He saved the world multiple times and has a wonderful girlfriend who he knows loves him and only him. So why would he be jealous of a new camper who keeps trying to make a move on his girl? Right?

"If looks could kill, I'd think poor little Colin would be in the Underworld with Hades by now," Leo says as he watches Percy glaring at Colin for the nth time this morning. "Woah dude, if you hate strawberries just say so, no need to murder them," Luke jokes, making Leo laugh alongside him.

Percy removes his gaze from the two and shakes his now-soaked hand, stained with strawberry juice. Lea and Luke exchange knowing looks and turn to the younger boy, who is now continuing to pluck strawberries from their bushes.

"Don't tell us you're jealous of the new camper, Jackson," Luke teases, which earns him a glare from the younger boy. That just made Luke's smirk wider than it already was. "You are jealous," Leo teases as well. "I'm not! Why would I be anyway?" Percy denies, but the two know better than their friend.

"If you say so, Perc," Luke says. He and Leo exchange smirks and glances before continuing their chores. Percy only tries to shake the unwanted feeling the whole time and tries to block out the beautiful sounds of your laughter and the annoying voice of Colin.

No, he is not jealous. He's Percy Jackson! And Percy Jackson is never jealous!

"Oh, you are so jealous," Annabeth laughs, along with Piper and Clarisse. "I am not! How many times do I have to say that?" Percy says, annoyed by his friends' pestering. His response only made the three laugh louder and started to gain the attention of other campers. "You very much are, Jackson. You can't deny it," Clarisse says to the boy. "Why are you even here, Clarisse? Shouldn't you be bullying some of the new campers?" Percy asks, which earns him a glare from the child of Ares. "Yeah, but teasing and laughing at your jealous state is more fun and enjoyable," Clarisse says back.

"Why would I be jealous of that Colin anyway? I'm Percy Jackson!" The boy says, making the three girls laugh at him even more. "Yeah, why are you so jealous of Colin anyway, Seaweed Brain? It's not like Y/n will leave you for the new kid anyway," Annabeth says. Yeah... She wouldn't leave me for someone else...right?

"Hey, Perce!" Percy hears the sweet voice of his girlfriend, making him look up with a big smile plastered on his face. "Hi!" He waves back. Annabeth glances at the couple before rolling her eyes and secretly hides a smile. "No need to hide that smile, Annie. I know you're not even a bit annoyed," You tease the blonde, making her roll her eyes and fail to hide her grin. "Shut up, lovebirds," She says before walking away. The other two said they had to finish some chores and left the two couples alone.

"So, how was your day so far?" You ask. "Going well so far," Percy says, completely forgetting his jealous and annoyance towards the new camper. (We all know that isn't exactly true). "How about you? How's your day been so far?" He asks and wraps his arms around your waist. "Good so far, yeah. I've been showing Colin the routes and everything else he needs to know to be properly accustomed here at camp," You say while playing with some strands of Percy's hair.

The mention of Colin's name made him feel a stingy feeling in his chest, but he did his best not to show it. Because the gods forbid the son of Poseidon gets jealous of some new camper.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, noticing his sudden change of mood. "Huh? Yeah, totally fine, my love," He assures you and gives you a wide grin. "Hey, Y/n!" Someone calls your name. Percy and you look up and see Colin waving his hand while carrying a plate full of food. Percy tries to secretly hide his annoyance and prays you wouldn't notice.

"Hey, Cols," You greet back, much to Percy's annoyance. "Would you like some food? You've been working with me since this morning, and I thought you might want to eat some first? Maybe we can sit beside each other too— Oh, hi, Percy!" Colin greets the dark-haired boy before turning back to you and offering you his plate of food.

"Oh, I—"

"You can't eat beside someone who isn't in the same cabin as you, Colin," Percy interjects. "Oh, I uh— I didn't know that. Maybe next time?" Colin suggests, and you nod politely before the boy walks back to the Pavilion to eat with the Hermes Cabin. You turn to Percy with a brow raised, and he just shrugs his shoulder. "What? It's true," He says, which makes you chuckle.

"Okay, waterboy. You better eat now, I know you haven't eaten anything since this morning—" Percy opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "—Don't even lie to me, Perseus Jackson. Luke and Leo told me that you haven't eaten. Now, go eat!" You say and point towards the Pavilion. The boy could only sigh in defeat and walk with you to eat.

Laughter had filled the whole camp that evening. All the campers had gathered around the bonfire to sing, chat with other friends and have a little bit of fun. Percy sat beside Leo, and the two spent half of the night chatting about things they both took interest in. It was all fun and laughter, and Percy had even forgotten about his jealousy thing for a certain camper.

Since Chiron and Mr. D had turned in early for the night, the campers left behind had too much fun. The Hermes and Dionysus cabins revealed their secret stash of liquor, and everyone had started to try it out, making some campers drunk and tipsy. Of course, before that, the Demeter cabin had made the younger campers turn in for the night to avoid the young children trying out things they shouldn't be.

All were having fun and forgetting their exhaustion before a piercing scream erupted, gaining everyone's attention.

"Let go of me, Colin!" a familiar voice yelled. A too familiar voice for Percy. He stopped his conversation with Leo halfway to turn to the scene that had gained the attention of everyone. He saw his girlfriend with a disturbed emotion, with a drunk Colin pestering her even more despite her refusal. This made the boy see red. Absolute red.

He stood up from his seat and walked towards the scene. "Percy, calm down—" Leo said, trying to stop him, only to be pushed away by his friend. "Hey, man, she said let go," Percy tried to calmly say while trying to shove the camper away, not wanting to cause another scene.

"Oh, shut up, fish boy," Colin responded. Without thinking, Percy raised his fist and punched the drunk Colin to the ground. Campers gasped in shock to see the son of Poseidon become physical with someone who wasn't a monster. Colin was quick to stand up and give Percy his own fist. "Percy!" you ran to your boyfriend, and some campers held Colin.

"Can't fight without your little girlfriend, huh, fish boy?" Colin taunted. "Don't talk to my girl like that," Percy tried to walk closer to Colin, but he was held back by you, Leo, and Luke. "Let go of me," Colin shook himself off from the campers who were holding him and spit on the ground.

"We aren't finished here, fish boy," Colin warned and pointed a finger at Percy before walking away. "Oh, yeah? It looks like it is to me!" Percy yelled at him. "Percy, stop!" you said, continuing to hold him by his arm. He looked down at you, and even for a little bit, he calmed down.

"Alright, everyone! Go to your cabins! No one speaks about this again tomorrow morning!" Luke instructed, and the campers obediently followed the Hermes boy's orders. "You should get him cleaned up, Y/n," Luke said, and he and Leo let go of their friend. "Go to sleep, Perce," He ruffled the boy's hair before him and Leo bid their goodbyes.

The walk back to the Poseidon cabin was silent. Percy knew very much that you were angry at him, and he hated himself for showing that side of him to you. When the two of you entered his cabin, you quickly took the first aid kit from under his bunk and started to clean the bruise on his knuckles and his busted lip.

It was silent for a few more minutes before Percy found the courage to say something. "I'm sorry, love," he apologized. He looked down at his lap when you turned away from him and ignored his apology. "I'm not angry, Percy, but I am disappointed," Percy's face lit up halfway when you said you weren't mad, but it turned back into a sad expression after you said you were disappointed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he apologized again, and a small smile appeared on his face when you nodded at his apology. "I was capable of defending myself, Percy," you told him.

"I know, I just didn't like seeing that guy near you," he said, pouting, earning a laugh from you.

"What? What did I do now?" he asked, completely confused, making you laugh even louder.

"Annabeth told me something this afternoon," you said, playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck. Percy rolled his eyes, knowing what you meant, making you laugh even more.

"For the nth time! I am not jealous! I just don't like the guy!" he said, making you laugh out louder, which brought a smile to the wounded boy's face.

"Yeah, and Leo also said you murdered several strawberries this morning, which explains why I saw Dionysus yelling at you this morning," you said between laughs. "Oh, my eyes are tearing up, waterboy," you said, calming yourself down and wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes.

"I'm still upset about what you did to Colin, Percy," you said, suddenly becoming serious, making the boy roll his eyes.

"Oh, don't roll your eyes at me, young boy," you warned him, and Percy shivered, remembering how his mother scolded him. "I still think what you did was not nice and very not camp counselor-like," you scolded, raising a finger at Percy, which he tried to bite, but you swatted him for it.

"He deserved it," Percy huffed in annoyance. You raised your brow at him before he grinned widely and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back to his bed, making you fall on top of him with a squeal.

"Percy!" you hit him lightly on the arm, but he just continued to grin at you. "I'm sorry, love, don't be upset anymore," Percy said, placing kisses on your face before you pushed him down to make him stop. "Okay, okay," you said. You lay down and placed your head directly on Percy's chest, and both of you stayed quiet for a little while.

Percy stared up at the ceiling and admired the glow-in-the-dark moon and stars you both had placed on his ceiling. You had your ear directly on his chest and heard the calming beating of his heart against his chest. Percy mindlessly played with your hair out of instinct, and after a few more minutes, he thought you were already asleep when he looked down at your figure on top of him.

"I'm not asleep yet, waterboy," you told him with your eyes closed after feeling him move around to get a better look at you. Percy chuckled, and you could feel the way his body softly shook from it, making you giggle. "Thank you for protecting me earlier, Percy," you said, making him softly smile at you. "You're welcome, pretty girl," he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You should apologize to Colin in the morning, Percy," you said, earning a hum of acknowledgement from him. "Please, Perce?" you turned to him with your pleading eyes, making him sigh in defeat. "I promise, pretty girl," he said, making you smile. You lifted yourself up from his chest, making him look up at you with confusion. You lowered yourself down and connected both your lips together for a short kiss, earning a smile from the boy.

"I love you, waterboy," you said. "I love you too, pretty girl," he said, smiling.

The rest of the night was peaceful in the Poseidon Cabin. The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, and the strong beating of both your hearts could be heard by those who chose to be silent and listen carefully. Poseidon's son and Aphrodite's daughter are a perfect match that even the gods could not deny.

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Yours

joel miller x fem!reader

Finally finishing the request for a Joel Miller fic inspired by "Jealous" by Nick Jonas for @prettyinpunk85 (I hope you like it)

You get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson.

tw: afab and fem reader, p in v sex, alludes to curvy reader, age gap (twenty years), exhibitionism, some dubcon, dirty talk, no use of y/n, unsafe sex (do as i say not as fanfic writes), oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, jealous joel, written from joel's perspective (may be bad)

Word Count: 4.8k

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Joel didn’t know what to do with himself when you’d happily announced that you had new neighbors. The house next to his in Jackson had been empty for some time, it was yours until you decided to move in with him and Ellie. He was hoping the neighbors would be a family, or maybe some older survivors. Really, someone you could be friends with, he knew you were way too extroverted for just his company.

But instead the new neighbors were his nightmare: two guys–in their twenties.

You were young for Joel, he knew that. Part of him had always attributed your interest in him to the fact that choices were limited in the zombie apocalypse. He hadn’t even known how to flirt with you, awkwardly leaving tattered books he had found during supply runs on your front porch, sometimes accompanied by wilted wildflowers. One day he had left you a bookshelf he’d built, endless hours spent in his studio sanding the wood to perfection and carving flowers into the border. You had to ask him to come over to help you move it inside.

That was over two years ago, and he still had no clue why a pretty thing like you had decided to even talk to him, let alone be with him. To be honest, no one else in Jackson understood it, either. You worked at the small bakery on Main Street and wanted to convert one of the buildings into a library. You liked to sew pretty dresses and planted superficial flowers outside of the house in the summertime. 

Joel was nothing of the sort, keeping everyone at an arm’s length aside from Tommy and Ellie. He stayed on the fringes of community events, always present but never participating. Ellie was loud enough for the both of them, boisterous and friendly and everything he wasn’t. He was happy to watch her thrive.

So the first time she asked him to go to the bakery so she could hang out with a friend, he reluctantly agreed. He’d introduced himself to you like a complete idiot, blushing when you laughed and informed him that you were neighbors. Joel had become enamored with you from the second he saw your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges and your cheeks lifted. He could’ve died a happy man right there at the counter. 

From then on, he claimed that bakery visits were firmly his responsibility.

He sucked up every piece of information you gave him, starting with your favorite items at the shop and spiraling until he knew that you loved wildflowers and what books you liked to read. Joel was greedy, he wanted to know everything about you–he wanted to be the only person that knew everything about you. 

That was when he started leaving you gifts at your door, and the rest was history.

So when you swatted his hand away from the cooling cookies on the rack in the kitchen, his brown eyes regarded you with betrayal. “They’re for the neighbors,” you informed him, untying your cute, frilly little apron and hanging it on the hook he’d installed.

The neighbors.

They had already become adversaries in a war that only he knew existed. Joel sighed, heavy boots plodding against the floor until he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest. “Now why are you giving the neighbors my cookies?” he asked, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your temple. 

“To be friendly, Joel,” you said with a giggle, turning in his arms to look up at him. His big, scarred hands were on the small of your back, fingertips rubbing gentle circles through your shirt. He swore his heart stopped every time you looked up at him, your thick eyelashes fluttering as your lips quirked into a smile. “Something that you are unfamiliar with.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “M’friendly,” he protested, pecking you on the lips as though it would prove his point.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, leaning up and kissing the corner of his lip once before squirming out of his grip. You retrieved one of the few plates that didn’t have a chip missing from the cabinet, transferring the cookies onto it with care. “It took you how many months to talk to me?”

Even if the question wasn’t rhetorical, he decided to treat it that way. He moved closer to you, a possessive hand curling around your waist and lips meeting your shoulder. “To prove you wrong, I’ll come with you to introduce ourselves to the neighbors.” He wanted to keep an eye on them, let them know that his pretty girlfriend was in fact taken before they got any wrong ideas.

Your brow furrowed, immediately suspicious of his motives. “Who are you and what have you done with Joel Miller?” 

He smiled, trying to be sweet and smooth like he used to be when he was younger. Before everything. “Maybe I just want to be nice, wildflower. Ever thought of that?” 

Your eyes dragging across him let him know that you weren’t convinced. The two of you stared at one another, waiting to see who would cave first. Apparently it was you. “Fine, but I know you’re up to something.”

Joel’s hand was firmly planted on the small of your back as you stepped out into the afternoon sun, the whole world looking like it was dipped in gold. You went up the rickety porch stairs first, Joel only a half step behind you as you adjusted the plate to one hand to knock on the door.

He was staring at the way the blue paint was starting to peel, thinking about how no self-respecting man would let his house fall into disrepair like that. No mind that they had only moved in a few days ago, they should’ve repainted the front door by now–it was people’s first impression whenever they walked up to the house.

It took a moment after you knocked for the door to swing open, two blonde idiots who looked like they were straight out of a magazine advertisement standing on the other side. Their blue eyes lit up when they saw you, easy smiles gracing their features like they hadn’t been battle-hardened by the outbreak.

Not like Joel was.

Joel’s fingers dug into your back, his expression hardening. They tempered their excitement when they saw him, standing so close to you that he could practically be your shadow.

He loathed the way they were looking at you, his jaw set tight and flexing beneath his beard. You were talking, he could hear the notes of your voice like you were speaking underwater–he was too focused on the dopey smiles in front of you to even pay attention to what was being said. You made them laugh, they said something back to you. Probably their names if he had to guess.

Before he even realized, you were tugging him back down their porch steps and into your shared home, flitting away to make Joel his own personal batch of cookies like nothing had happened.

–

Three times that week he had come home to find them loitering outside the front door or talking to you along the edge of the freshly painted picket fence. They were always showering you with compliments, be it about your cookies or the flowers you’d carefully planted in the boxes Joel had built you. They scattered whenever Joel was there, making excuses about chores that needed to get done or errands that needed to be finished.

But he knew better.

Of course, you talked about the nice boys next door over dinner, it took everything in him to not immediately scowl at the mention of them. The fact that you referred to them as boys was laughable, they were closer to your age than he was—maybe a few years difference between you at most. Nothing compared to his whopping couple decades. He tried to brush the thought away as quickly as it sprouted.

He humored you, knowing that you just thought that everyone was kind and friendly and honest because you were. That was what he loved about you.

–

The last straw was when he was out in the back installing a porch swing for you to read on. They were doing something, near enough to the tall fence splitting the yards that he could hear them talking as clear as day. 

Joel almost went over there to give them a piece of his mind, listening to them speculate about why you were with him. They were laughing as they bet that he couldn’t even get it up anymore, that there was no way he was taking care of you like a man was supposed to. 

He was old, angry. And you… you weren’t.

He was seething by the time they finished up and went into their house, his hands nearly shaking when he finished screwing the brackets into the roof. Back in the QZ, Joel would have probably fought them—killed them, if he was honest with himself. 

It would be easy to bust down their door and give them his retribution, he wasn’t always the domesticated beast he’d become for you. But nevertheless, he sucked it up. You would be devastated if he fought with them, as much as he would love to feel their skin split under his knuckles. He couldn’t do that to you.

—

It was a few evenings later that he got what he wanted: an opportunity for his revenge. You were on the porch swing with him, the two of you nestled together in the orange rays of the sunset. You both were reading, Joel’s arm tucked around your shoulders so your chin was pressed against his bicep. 

You always were fully immersed in your books, an earthquake could happen and you would have no clue. So you didn’t hear your neighbors’ back door slide open, but Joel did. 

He barely moved, didn’t bother to say a word as his broad hand moved from cupping your shoulder to gently graze around the side of your breast. It was a lazy day for the two of you, you were only dressed in one of Joel’s flannels and pajama shorts that were so loose around your thighs you may as well have never put them on.

You immediately shivered at his touch, your thumb slipping between the pages of your book to hold your place. “Joel, the neighbors,” you whispered, twisting so you could look up at him. 

“Went on a hunting trip, they’re not home,” he said loud enough for them to hear. Hopefully they would have the good sense to shut up. His thumb circled your already stiff nipple, a smirk stretching across his features conspiratorially. “C’mon, Ellie’s at a friend’s house and no one’s here—let’s test out the porch swing.”

Your lips were already parted, the heat building on the back of your neck so intense Joel could feel it through his shirt. “Joel,” you whined in the way that made him get hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

“Yeah?” he asked, suddenly playing dumb as though he hadn’t started it. 

You pouted, your brow furrowing and bottom lip jutting out as you arched your tit further into his hand. He acquiesced immediately—he always did—pinching your nipple through the well worn fabric of his flannel. His reward was a soft moan from you, your body both melting into and arching away from his. 

“What’s my girl want?” Joel asked, his voice a deep rasp as he stamped his lips against your temple. The small of your back was pressed against his oblique, your cheek squishing into his collarbone as he watched your thick thighs press together. He kept toying with your nipple, his free hand setting his book aside and pulling yours from your clutch. “C’mon, you gotta tell me. Can’t read minds.”

You huffed, you always hated it when he made you ask for what you wanted. “Joel please,” you whined, pressing your heels against the cushion that covered the wooden seat and sitting up so you were flush against him.

“Please what?” His free hand skimmed down your side, snapping the stretched-out, elastic waistband of your shorts. It made you squeak, a quiet giggle coming from your throat.

“God, please just touch me,” you whined, your impatience making him chuckle darkly. His hand moved from your waist, tracing over the pudge of your stomach and dipping into your loose sleep shorts. There was nothing beneath, just your soft skin and the curly patch of hair on your pubic bone.

“No panties? You slut,” Joel teased, his fingers traveling even further down until they sunk into your cunt. You were wet and warm, almost scalding his skin as he parted the lips of your sex to find your swollen clit. “And already so soaked.” 

You moaned, a hand winding around his bicep as your back arched. He kissed the crown of your head as he rubbed your clit between the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, slow and soft. He knew you’d complain, beg him for more. He just wondered how long it would take until you did. 

Not long at all, it was maybe half a minute when you rocked your hips impatiently against his hand. “Joel, you’re being mean.” You were loud, louder than you would ever mean to be with the threat of someone possibly catching you.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Mean? Not true,” he countered, increasing the pressure he was putting on your clit. If he strained his ears he could hear how wet you were, a quiet squelching noise barely muffled by the fabric of your shorts. You pressed your hips further against his hand, your teeth digging into your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum.

He dipped to gather more slick at your fluttering entrance, teasing it for a moment before returning to your clit. You were being so good for him, so sweet. His other hand unbuttoned the flannel you were wearing down to your navel, freeing your breast for him to knead and squeeze in his broad palm. 

Your eyebrows bunched together, your lips parting as your gaze was stuck on where his hand disappeared beneath your shorts. “Feeling good?” he asked, relishing in your moan of agreement as you nodded. 

Joel smirked, pulling his hand from your shorts. “No–oh my god,” you protested, nearly up in arms. If looks could kill, he would be struck dead. He stood, his dark eyes briefly looking over the fence to see the neighbors still on their porch, their jaws dropped to their chests.

His smile widened as he sank to his knees in front of you, your protests dropping off as you lifted your hips so he could take your shorts off. A wicked grin stretched on your features, you sucked your bottom lip back into your mouth as your gaze roved over him. You settled so your ass was almost hanging off the porch swing, spreading your legs without Joel having to direct you to do so. 

“You want me to eat this pretty pussy of yours?” he asked, rough hands smoothing along the insides of your soft thighs. Joel wasn’t a man with a weakness for pretty things, but there was something about your slick and puffy pussy dripping for him that made his heart nearly stop.

“Fuck, please, Joel.” He loved the way you begged. 

Joel pressed his mouth to the soaking mess of your sex, moaning at your salty-sweet taste on his tongue. He could never get enough of you, settling one leg over the curve of his shoulder as his other hand pressed your knee to your chest. The sun was shining in his eyes, but he didn’t let it stop him from looking up at your face. He lapped at your cunt with firm, long strokes, practically drinking from you.

In a moment of generosity, he pressed the middle and ring finger of his free hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pulling a loud and broken moan from your chest. He was smiling into your pussy, suckling at your swollen clit as he pumped his fingers into you.

Your fingers tangled into his dark brown curls, grabbing at them in a way that sent shivers down his spine as you pulled his head flush against you. Joel loved the way your soft thighs pressed against his ears, almost muffling the sweet sounds falling from your pretty lips. Almost. Being outside had made you reckless, the promise of Ellie and the neighbors being gone letting you reach a volume that he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Of course, Joel knew better. He ate you like a starving man, proud that every sound you made was heard by the two men–boys–sitting on the other side of the fence.

His knees on the concrete ached, his back protesting being curled so he could keep his mouth pressed tightly against your weepy cunt. The pain was worth it, every second of it was worth it just to make you fall apart. Just to remind the world that you were his and his alone. 

Your head had fallen back to rest on the bench, your eyes scrunched closed as you gasped. Joel’s fingers crooked inside of you, finding the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. It made you writhe, the hand keeping you spread apart for him pinning you down and forcing you to be somewhat still as he pressed at that spot mercilessly. His eyes remained on you as much as they could, taking in every heaving breath and the way your breasts moved under the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt.

It was only moments more until you were coming apart at the seams. You’d squirmed out of his hold, your heels digging into his broad back. Your legs clamped around his head, your back nearly broken with an arch. The sound you made was almost wounded, a desperate cry of his name as your legs spasmed and you practically gushed over his hand.

He worked you through the aftershocks, your pussy fluttering deliciously around his thick fingers. Your hold on his hair loosened just enough for him to pull away, mouthing at the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You came back to yourself, breathing again as your legs relaxed to rest on his shoulder. He peppered sticky, wet kisses on your inner thighs.

“Joel, oh my god,” you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face as you panted. A laugh left your chest, making him grin like an idiot as he rested his facial-hair covered cheek against your leg and caught his breath.

“Clean these up for me,” he requested, his soaked fingertips now pressing at her bottom lip. They glistened in the afternoon sunlight, a sticky film coating the entirety of them. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, your bratty streak coming through before you submitted and opened your mouth to let his fingers slide against your warm tongue.

You sealed your lips around them, sucking your slick off earnestly and rolling your tongue along his digits. “What a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that,” Joel said as he stood, making eye contact with the neighbors before looking back down at you. His knees protested the movement, cracking a bit as he straightened. 

He had to check to see if they were paying attention, the blush across their faces visible from across the yard.

A hum against his fingers brought Joel’s attention back to you. You watched him through your thick eyelashes, the sight alone making him feel like he was going to blow his load.

Your hands found the tie at his sweatpants, pulling the bow apart impatiently. You let go of his fingers with a pop, your soft lips shiny with a mix of your spit and slick as you started to pull his sweatpants down. “Wanna suck your cock, Joel,” you said, almost sounding drunk on it as your fingers hooked in the elastic waist.

He couldn’t help his smirk, his hand caressing your cheek and jaw as he looked down at you. He could feel two sets of eyes burning into him as he let the silence hang for a moment. You were being so perfect for him and you didn’t even know the extent of it.

“Nuh uh, not tonight,” Joel said, stooping down to press a wet kiss to your forehead. Your whine of protest made his chest puff up with pride. 

He shook his head with a smirk, kneeling down on the cracked concrete again. His poor knees–he would certainly regret the entire escapade tomorrow. Really, he wanted to get you up on his lap and have you ride him until you were crying–but he didn’t want to risk you seeing the neighbors. Or the neighbors seeing any more of you than the back of your head.

Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you so your entire ass was hanging off the porch swing. The only thing keeping you from falling was his hands and your legs hooking around him for some stability. You were already grabbing at him, fingers twisting in the shirt he still wore. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Uh huh,” you panted desperately, nodding with a frantic look in your eye. “Please, Joel.”

He smiled, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs and taking his cock into his hand. You moaned as he rubbed the tip of it along the seam of your pussy and pressed it against your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered as the blunt head of his cock caught, Joel filled you with a quick slot of his hips.

Your head fell back, a whine pulling from your throat as you bore down around him. He almost lost his mind right there, no matter how many times you’d had sex you still were so tight. You both stilled, panting and gripping at one another as you become acquainted, blinking in the afternoon sun.

“God, I love this pussy,” Joel grunted, trying to talk you through it as he started thrusting gently. No matter how quiet he was in his normal life, as soon as he felt you squeezing around his cock he started running his mouth. The hinges of the swing creaked a little as it moved back and forth, his hands anchored to your hips. 

He took you slow, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. Bitten down grunts and grit teeth were met with your sweet mewls and dulcet moans as he split you apart. One of your hands reached for his, your fingers lacing with his before he pressed your knuckles onto the cushion of the swing. “Wanna hold my hand, sweet girl?” he asked, voice borderline condescending as he did.

You nodded pathetically, gasping every time he rutted inside of you. He’d reduced you to mush, partially formed words dying against your lips as he hit home against the spot inside you that always made your breath lock up in your chest.

“Who do you belong to?” Joel asked, squeezing your hand to get you to come back down to earth. You looked a mess, completely fucked out as you blinked slowly and took a deep breath. It took you a minute to really focus on him, your hand weakly squeezing back. 

“You, Joel,” you answered, teeth scraping along your plump lower lip as you fisted the open flannel still draped around your shoulders.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down toward you as he kept up his almost machine-like pace. “Louder, be a good girl,” he murmured, pressing a wet and sloppy kiss to your throat. You clenched around him at the praise, it had always been one of your weaknesses.

“Joel, m’yours,” you gasped, words broken up by the reverb of his thrusts and the slap of his heavy balls against your ass.

He never had reason to doubt that he was who you wanted to be with, but the reassurance helped ground him. The whole week he’d been wondering if he was holding you back, if you actually wanted something else from life. But with the way you were taking his cock? The way you moaned for him? Hell, the way you looked at him was more than enough. There was no mistaking it for anything other than love. 

“That’s right, you’re mine.” You shifted under him, the angle of your spine letting him hit deeper inside of you. His hand left your waist to grab the soft cheek of your ass, keeping you steady and supported. “No one else’s, right?”

“Yeah, Joel. Just yours.” The assurance was breathy, your voice faltering in your throat as you started to go rigid. You were looking up at Joel so sweetly, tears starting to glisten in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric of his flannel that you wore on the porch swing that he built you at his house. He had a mean possessive streak, but look at you–so happy to be his.

He lost himself. He worked on pure instinct, pistoning into you as he became blind with the desire to pin you down and fill you. You whined as he slammed into you, his sweaty forehead pressing against your sternum and his hands gripping you tight. He could feel you draw up like a spring beneath him.

You lurched on a wail, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that it almost hurt as you came. Joel moaned in sympathy with you, greedily taking in every expression you made beneath him. You whimpered and mumbled unintelligibly, your grip tightening around the hand you still clasped as your limbs locked up. 

Joel lost all semblance of coordination and control, hitching up one of your thighs and driving himself deep into you. Instinct dictated his every move, overriding common sense as he grunted above you like an animal.

He thought his jaw would crack in half from how hard he was clenching it, mumbling nonsense to you through his teeth. There was a lurch deep in his stomach, his abdomen starting to flex as he fell out of his rhythm. It was only a moment more before it felt like his skin was too tight and everything was too hot and he was spilling inside you while groaning your name. 

You were so full that you were leaking around him, come dripping down his balls and splattering on the concrete. Both of you were shaking, breathing each other’s air as your foreheads pressed together. Love filled your expression, making him smile tiredly.

You felt for him, your fingertips caressing his jaw as you brought him in for a gentle kiss. You always brought him back, reminded him to be soft with you when he nearly forgot. His tongue licked into your mouth for a moment before he ducked his head and lazily sucked at your breasts, his hips grinding against yours. You both hissed.

“Want me to run a bath for us?” he asked, his voice thick as he mouthed at the skin of your sternum. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding weakly as your fingers skated up from his beard to curl into his hair. It was sweaty at the nape, curling more violently than before. 

He hummed good-naturedly, pulling out of you with a groan before tucking himself back away in his sweatpants. Joel looked down at the mess he made of you, his come already running down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the concrete. He moaned at the sight, even the shitty porn magazines he’d found on supply runs didn’t compare to this.

He helped you back into your shorts, a fist closing your flannel around your chest as you both shakily stood. You were like a newborn fawn, knees knocking together as you leaned into Joel’s chest. He chuckled breathily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you close. A soft I love you was whispered against your temple, a gentle reply following from you.

Joel glanced over the fence as he walked you to the sliding glass door, a proud glint in his eye as he met the shocked stares of your new neighbors. He winked at them, squeezing you tighter before bringing you inside with him.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: (WARNING LONG) the jealous pv brainworms NEED FOOD

crediting radbonkloverpalace for this idea (specifically their pv one) (full idea is on this post)

I definitely have an obsession with jealous pure vanilla 🤭 <- blog owner VERY MUCH needs to see more it. Pv being jelly is very adorable to me (I feel like this statement becomes funnier when if you know you know)

Is this an rp blog, yes. Is this an ask blog? Yes

Is this a writing/fic blog YES AS WELL. I make the rules >:)

Please read all of this (I cooked with the ending 👉👈

Cookie featured in this is just a random one created for this (so not an oc but I can draw em) : cherry garcia cookie (she/her)

Also I genuinely advise listening to jealous by Nick Jonas while reading this lmao or shameless by Camilla cabello

the two head into Mont Blanc's Cremé Republic boutique, full of elaborate outfits and icings. Magnificent gowns and robes for all cookies of any size or age.

Looking around, shadow milk cookie sets his gaze upon some intricate designed clown themed dresses, the feminine side of him SCREAMING for a better outfit to better convey her inner beauty that she somehow shows on the outside. Speaking of that, the two lovers separated allows for shadow milk to be all alone.

As he admires the outfits, shyly picking at the icing upon them, pretending in his head to just be buying them for his minion daughter candy apple cookie. However none of these outfits are really at all in her style and are more of a black sapphire type outfit. He does intend on getting his dear dolly a nice suit or robe to make him look as angelic as he should be.

Without notice a cookie appeared next to him, a young lady. She had pale blonde hair and strawberry blond coloured dress with white frills. Her hair tied in a messy bun with a cherry hair tie. Her dress had brown chocolate flecks and her neck had a chocolate bar as the centre of her bow tie. She introduced herself to shadow milk, it's hard to tell if she's a mere customer or a worker

cg: um.. hello! Admiring the dress selection I see~! *Chuckles*

s: *let's out a "mrrp" but covers his mouth before the sound finishes before angrily glaring at the lady*

W-hat do YOU want!?

cg: hehehe.. you talk funny.. what's your name?

s: ...eh..

...uh...WAIT FUNNY!? ARE YOU INSU-

cg: no no! I like how you talk! You have a nice voice too.. hehehe..*twirls her side bangs*

s: what..? Um.. t-thank you?... My name is blueberry cookie..

cg: nice to meet you, blueberry cookie, I'm cherry garcia cookie.

She nudges herself a little bit closer to "blueberry cookie" admiring the dresses with him.

cg: are you just looking or are you buying these for someone? A girlfriend maybe?

s: oh no no no! Haha.. I'm looking......

...I can't call her my minion and I can't tell a stranger why I'm actually looking at these..

... I'm looking at these for my daughter! Her name is-... Caramel apple cookie! She's a dear.. I adore her.. heh.. *smiling like a proud parent*

She's so sweet, smart and kind.. but she struggles to make friends. She's so lonely without me or her brother, I hope he's keeping her company.. his name is.. dark grape cookie.

I've raised them for only a few years because I took them in. They were homeless orphans and I gave them a roof over them, love and all the things they could desire, they're definitely spoiled but they don't let it get to their heads. dark grape cookie is just like me in many ways it's so weird. He LOVES talking and acting just like moi~ so I bought him a microphone. He uses to livestream and run a radio podcast but he doesn't tell me what it's called. I think he's embarrassed or something heh. As if I don't hear him yapping away in his room.

But he's wonderful to-... *realises he's literally just rambling about his minions/kids to a stranger* .... *Gets embarrassed* ahaha.. uh. Sorry am I talking too much.

cg: oh no it's fine! That's so precious... you sound like wonderful father! Those two kids must feel so incredibly lucky to be housed by such a loving man.

You sound so lovely! *Nudges closer*

s: do you have kids?

cg: no...haha. but I do wish to be a mother one day, I've always been a family oriented cookiel

s: ah. *Notices how close she is* um.. you're.... pretty close to me. Do you want to look at this dress or something?

cg: oh! Um. Yes! Haha sorry. I should've said something, my bad!

"blueberry cookie" moves out of the way, looking at the other dress next to the one he was just looking at. Debating if he should purchase the dresses and use his buying it for his daughter cover up or if he should peruse a bit longer. He glances over at cherry garcia cookie. Coincidentally catching her looking at him, she seemingly looks away and hides in her hand, her face flushing red. It confuses him on why she's behaving so weird. Utterly clueless to her advances and clear interest, he gently brushes past her and goes to look at some other dresses.

she follows, albeit discreetly. Gently, ever so often she inches closer and boom she's next to him again. He notices it and she laughs. He talks, she laughs or fidgets with her hair or her dress. Battering her eyelashes innocently at him. Speaking sweetly or softly, looking at his eyes. Curiously asking him things, getting to know him but it's mostly lies. Her face blushed and lips stammering as she speaks. The hearts in her eyes is something "blueberry cookie" can't recognise.

he innocently yet accidentally touches her hand as he checks out a dress, she yelps and jumps back in surprise. Looking at him with a bashful look.

cg: o-oh my! Haha sorry..! *She slinks back towards the other dresses further away from him in her embarassment*

*only return again but with confidence*

So.. Blueberry cookie, I've never seen you in the cremé republic before, are you new here?

s: well...yes and no.. I've "visited" the cremé republic with a then...protege? .... student? I was like a guide for him! I taught him stuff! I didn't like it here. Too much drama and I love me some spicy drama! Haha..but politics is a tad boring to me.. so wasn't my interest.. but it's been a few years since that so I haven't been here in awhile. I definitely don't live here, I...I live in the cuckoo town square.

cg: oh my! Me too! Though I only moved there recently.. I'm currently visiting my sister. Maybe... You could show me around~

she leans super close to "blueberry cookie". her efforts at flirting now painfully obvious to literally everyone

Including pure vanilla cookie. He waltzed on over, keeping a happy face and being all smiles. He politely tried to introduce himself but cherry garcia cookie panicked at seeing THE king pure vanilla cookie.

cg: his majesty!?

pv: haha um. Hello..

Blueberry cookie, are you doing alright?

s: yeah I'm alright. What's the matter?

pv: n-nothing! Haha.. um.. *he nudges in next to "Blueberry cookie" between him and cherry garcia cookie*

I was just checking out how you were..

s: I'm fine, just looking at dresses for apple..

pv: ah! I'm sure she'll love something here.

cg: ....y-you're friends with his majesty!?

s: yeah..?

pv: y-yes we're...quite.. good.. friends.. very good friends! *Slowly slides a bit closer to "blueberry cookie"*

cg: wow! That's so.. amazing! Blueberry cookie! You're such an interesting cookie.

s: you could say that~ ha!

cg: hehe *fidgets with her dress*

pv: *tugs at the back of "blueberry's" suit*

cg: it must be so wonderful to be friends with the king of all cookies..

Are you like his guard..?

s: ...er.. I suppose you could call me that..! I'd die for this cookie!

cg: you really must care for his majesty.. he's such a sweetheart I can't blame you!

s: yeah!

pv: ..mm.. *tugs again*

s: ...hm.. pure vanilla cookie what's wrong?

pv: ah! Um. Nothing..

"Blueberry cookie" looks over at pure vanilla's face, he seems embarrassed.

s: .........You don't need the restroom or something..?

pv: I'm an adult. If I needed that i would just inform you.. I'm alright..

He seems irritated by something now but it's hard to tell what. He can't be hungry because he just had soup and toast not long ago. He even ate a cake from a stall. Unless he-

s: do you have a stoma-

pv: Blueberry cookie, I'm alright dear.. my body is perfectly alright. Nothing's amiss if that's your worry..

s: okay then..

cg: what's the matter sire?

pv: ..... hehehe... Everything's alright! Please believe me..

s: ooooh wait! You're anxious!

pv: ...........y....yes......... <- lie

can we-

s: *pats his shoulder* you're alright pal!

pv: h-huh... oh.. um.. haha..

cg: so Blueberry cookie what's it like working for pure vanilla cookie?

s: ...Uh.. not bad?

cg: do you live at the vanilla castle?

s: only a few times a week. Like I said I mainly live in the cuckoo town square!

cg: ah! *Clasps her hands together and she admires "Blueberry cookie" with her loving gaze, the clear admiration for him in her eyes*

Cherry garcia cookie looks him up and down, inching ever closer she is now directly in front of him and the bashful angel that is pure vanilla cookie. Who is still relentlessly tugging, grabbing at and obviously trying to get his "guard" away from her.

The realisation hits these two that they can't admit their relationship. It's public knowledge pure vanilla cookie has a girlfriend named condensed cream cookie. Not a boyfriend named "Blueberry cookie". I mean what? Is the king of all cookies cheating on his girlfriend? This cookie doesn't even look like her. He has faded almost grey blue dough not powder blue with a teal tint dough! He has a marking on his eye, she didn't. She had blue and off white teal frosting. He has blue and black frosting.

It doesn't make sense!

But that doesn't seem to be pure vanilla cookie's issue.

He gently wraps his arm around "Blueberry cookie's" as cherry garcia continues to blabber on to her clear crush. At least clear to him not who she likes who's still clueless. It's frustrating and teeth grinding to pure vanilla cookie. "Just notice and we can leave because she's weird" he thinks. He grumbles internally. The eyes on him glaring at her with looks of vitriol and hatred. The aggressive glare in his slit eyes as he looks down upon his enemy.

this innocent little cookie with her love struck eyes, lusting for HIS boyfriend. Fills him with rage. A rage only the eyes that show his true emotions can display as showing it on his face would be a terrible look for a king. He's more relieved this anger isn't on camera. paparazzi would eat this up

That's his. HIS cookie. "My cookie" he thinks. They were meant to be together. Forever. As he gently fidgets with "Blueberry cookie's" hair. His subtly fading with each insecurity filled second. Cherry garcia cookie is quite pretty, pure vanilla cookie worries his supposed beauty won't beat hers and this witch will claim his other half.

grabbing at and trying to pull away from her but "Blueberry cookie" fails to notice.

cg: that's so wonderful! You're so smart! Hehe~.. *twiddles her hair*

s: heh! Thanks cherry garcia cookie!

cg: *puts her hands over her mouth because he said her name, her face red*

s: you're a smart cookie yourself!

cg: *squeals*

pv: *tugs harder at "blueberry cookie's" suit, nearly ripping and clawing from sheer angered strength alone*

s: ah!....(Thoughts) What's his deal!? He keeps pulling at me. But everytime I ask he says nothing! What's his deal...

"blueberry cookie" looks over at his sunshine. Seeing the hateful look in his many eyes. But the nervous yet seemingly forced happy look on his face. He glares down cherry garcia cookie. Why? He wonders. The gripping and trying to pull away must mean something as he observes. It then clicks in his brain.

Pure vanilla cookie is jealous. Immensely jealous. He's being possessive of what's his but neither "blueberry cookie" or cherry garcia cookie notices. But he just did. He is JEALOUS and that's just precious!...I wonder. How far could he be pushed into his jealously and resentment....How..far.. could he be shoved into acting out?

so "blueberry cookie" conjures up a plan. He starts by complimenting and being friendly, not flirty but just kind to cherry garcia cookie, which she laps up. Hook line and sinker she took the bait. A girl as desperate as she is being would easily mistake a mere kind gesture as a flirt. Her blatant attempts at getting her hopeless romantic self a date is futile until now, hope fills her heart and while it hurts to this to her, she hasn't explicitly asked nor attempted anything.

She gently moves ever closer, resting her hand on "blueberry cookie's" elbow. He hates the sensation of her touch her weirdly textured silky cream gloves upsets him. But the feeling of pure vanilla cookie's grip growing ever tighter is much more thrilling and a great distraction. He wants this cookie erased from history he's that jealous. The look on his bashful face trying to conceal his anger is exciting. It tickles him just the right way. his wings puff up and wrap around him, the soft yet warm feathers cuddling up to his cold dough feels like a zap of electricity to his beating heart.

This wave of excitement at his sunshine possessing and claiming him, the idea of him trying to mark him with his powdery white wings, stain his arm and bruise it with his obssessive grip.

That kiss at the diner was already a thrill now this. He can't even actually try or do anything, it must be eating at him. Gnawing at him. Killing him and it feels so good.

"blueberry cookie" smirks at his sunshine before going in for the kill he *GASPS* shakes cherry garcia cookie's hand to thank her for being so kind to him. It KILLS pure vanilla cookie inside.

he finally has had enough, he can't take anymore. His hands wrap TIGHTLY around "Blueberry cookie's" arm and he begins to drag him away.

pv: my apologies cherry garcia cookie but we have to leave! We have VERY important matters to attend to! Good bye! *Drags shadow milk off*

The two leave the store, without purchasing a thing which is unfortunate.

s: wowie! That was sudden what's got you all angry~?

suddenly shadow milk is pulled into an alleyway.

pv: you want to know why I'm so angry? That cookie was ALL OVER YOU. she wanted you! You belong to ME. *he says while grabbing on to his collar, pinning him against the wall, his other hand blocking the way out, his wings shielding the two from others gazes.

Wanting his bluebirds eyes only on him, pure vanilla tilts his head to look into his eyes.

s: aww is dolly jealous? Well well well, how cute, he's all angry and possessive. It's thrilling *flicks his hand gently down pure vanilla's wing* to see you all riled up! Hehe!

pv: mmph- ...ugh.. listen to me! You BELONG to me. You and I are meant to be together, forever. Us. No one else. You ARE MINE. MINE you hear that you little teasing brat..I love you more than anything.. you are mine..

s: my nil nil aren't you a jelly one~ I'm yours? I'm flatter-

pv: *pins shadow milk more to the wall, gently tracing his finger on his chest, right where his soul jam would be if not for the outfit change spell*

*he lays a rather aggressive bite on shadow milk's neck to claim and mark him as his, lapping up his sickly sweet jam as he does.*

You're.. mine.. and yes I'm jealous.. you are my everything..

I love you..i don't want to lose you, you. Belong to me. My heart belongs to you. You are my other half and MY soulmate.. we share an understanding and bond no other cookie couldn't understand.. a soul bond no other cookie can even get close to.. I would do anything for you...for you to remain mine..

You.. are irresisti-

s: berry!.. berry..

pv: huh..*takes hand away after realising what he's probably touching*

s: *catching breath* ...*pants* ugh..

*huffs*

S-sorry.. you were..

pv: I just realised sorry.. I didn't know your soul jam was there intially..

s: haha... you're cute.. you get so... flustered. Like a little tomato..

pv: hush..

[trevuorzegras]

━╋ MY RIGHT TO BE HELLISH, final part

jealous by nick jonas

summary: In which y/n y/l/n soft launches her relationship, and Quinn Hughes, attempts to do the same with his. (part 4/4)

pairings: quinn hughes x actress!reader

platonic!jack hughes x reader. social media au

faceclaim: dove cameron

prev part

yourusername

yourusername: i hate (love) him so bad, literally want to get rid of him (be by his side forever) asap! boyfriend for sale (not really) $2!

liked by _quinnhughes, canucks, and others

user1: i was going to ask who this is but quinn’s post gave it away 💀

↳ user2: i don’t think he got the memo 😭

yourusername: well since you don’t know what the fuck a SOFT launch is you can comment.

↳ _quinnhughes: I SAID I WAS SORRY

_quinnhughes: i love you sweet girl

↳ yourusername: i love you more my sweet boy

↳ jackhughes: GAG BARF yourusername

canucks: our newest wag!

njdevils: even though you’re a wag for the WRONG team, congratulations! 🫶🏼

↳ yourusername: still have so much love for you guys don’t worry. still showing off the hughes name

user3: now THIS is a soft launch 🔥🔥

↳ user4: for real what the hell was quinn doing 😭

user5: was lowkey rooting for y/n & luke but they cute or whatever

↳ lhughes_05: we can still be related, sister in law coming when _quinnhughes

↳ yourusername: when you can actually pull bitches who aren’t fan girls under the age of 18 that you don’t even know exist lhughes_06

↳ lhughes_06: uncalled for. yourusername

user6: congrats!

user7: HE GOT THE GIRL

_quinnhughes

_quinnhughes: i’m supposed to be “soft launching” whatever that means.

tagged: yourusername

liked by trevorzegras, lhughes_06, and others

yourusername: WHAT IS THIS 🔥🔥

↳ _quinnhughes: its what you asked for? is it not?

↳ yourusername: baby i said a soft launch not a full on picture of my face and a tag _quinnhughes

user6: THIS A WHOLE EARTHQUAKE LAUNCH LMFOAOAOA

↳ yourusername: I AM CRYINGGGG

user7: to think you guys thought he lost her to jack smh, you guys had no faith in my boy

user8: congratulations you two! ❤️

canucks: wag life or no life

↳ yourusername: canucks get it

trevorzegras: mama y papa

↳ _quinnhughes: no.

↳ yourusername: yes 🤗

jackhughes: bro got a girl before me??

↳ yourusername: you have 0 game

↳ jackhughes: OH OKAY. OH OKAY yourusername

user9: bro did NOT soft launch 😭😭

↳ yourusername: he 😭😭 tried 😭😭

yourusername: i love you sweet boy 🫶🏼

↳ _quinnhughes: i love you sweet girl

user10: so how long have they been keeping this a secret from us ☹️☹️

user11: been their #1 fan since day one

user12: I CALLED IT

user13: i call flower girl

↳ user14: i call bride

↳ yourusername: ?? what. user14

wrote all three of these chapters in a single night. i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed making it 🫶🏼

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[nothinkonlyhannah]

One of my favorite underrated CR bits is just the cast bringing up real world pop culture in reference to something and then Matt having to come up with an in universe explanation for it.

Examples

Nick Jonas

SAM: So I will make my spiritual weapon in the form of Nick Jonas.

TRAVIS: What the fuck. (laughter)

ASHLEY: Who's that? (laughter)

MATT: He's a historical bard who came from the College of the White Duke 40 years ago in Tal'Dorei.

Napoleon

MARISHA: -- really think about the Napoleon hat.

MATT: You watch as gingerly, out of nowhere, it seems, this cartoony Napoleon hat, you know, the great Steve Napoleon of Wildemount--(laughter)

Bruce Banner

TRAVIS: FCG is like Bruce Banner and when shit starts to go a little south for him, there is a kettle boiling over effect that we want to try to avoid.

MATT: Bruce Banner is a known murderer from the Age of Arcanum. 

I just think it's funny

[zeethequeer]

ABOUT MY MODERN SINGER+ACTOR DR

✨BASICS✨

Name: Eliana Davis

Age: 34 (As of 2025)

Height: 5'6"

Hair Color: Red and Purple (Naturally brown)

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Light

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: She/They

✨FAMILY✨

Mom: Geena Davis

Dad: Jeff Goldblum

Siblings: Half siblings are Alizeh Keshvar Jarrahy, Kian William Jarrahy, and Kaiis Steven Jarrahy (Didn't have plans on scripting out her family from this reality, just basically put myself in the mix.)

Aunt: Pamela Goldblum

Uncle: Dan Davis, Lee Goldblum

Cousins:

Closest Friends: Demi Lovato, Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Dove Cameron, Sofia Carson

S/O(s): Nick Jonas

✨EXTRAS✨

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Food: Sushi

Favorite Show: Steven Universe

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Soda

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, painting

Time Of First Shift: Undecided

Song That Reminds Me Of DR: ---

✨MY LIFE STORY✨

I started acting at age 15 in 2006, my first major role that helped start my singing career wouldn't be until Camp Rock in 2008 which is also how I first meet Nick. (Will eventually be adding list of movies and TV shows to this post or making a separate post)

In 2015 I release my first album, the first edition of 'Eliana Davis Christmas'. It includes duets with my parents as well as my friends and Nick.

✨ FAVORITE SCRIPTED✨

✨MOMENTS✨

None yet!

ALBUMS (no particular order up to 2025)

1. Eliana Davis: Romance Through The Years (2023)

This album is a combo of sweet and spicy love songs from a variety of artists such as Frank Sinatra, Olivia Newton-John, and Ghost. Includes 10 tracks with an extended edition with 25 tracks in 2026.

2. Davis Sings Disney: Favorites Edition (2025)

An album of some of my favorite Disney songs. Includes 10 tracks from Disney, Pixar, and Marvel. Includes collabs with some of my friends that were in the original 'Davis Sings Disney' album from 2017.

3. Childhood Soundtrack (2020)

An album consisting of songs from movies and TV from my childhood. Ranging from Steven Universe and Adventure Time, to Disney songs (ones that aren't later in Davis Sings Disney: Favorites), and more. Includes 10 tracks

4. Eliana Goes Broadway! (2024)

My top tracks from my favorite shows. Includes songs from shows like Little Shop of Horrors, Newsies, Hadestown, and even a few songs from non-staged musicals such as EPIC. Includes 18 tracks.

5. Hall Of Fame (2019)

A collection of big hits from big artists from both past and present. Including Lady Gaga, Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Taylor Swift, and more! Includes 15 tracks.

6. Something Something Heartbreak (2021)

That one "songs for after a breakup" album. Just being a girls girl and giving fans something to cry to in the car. Not related to going through a breakup myself, scare some fans into thinking that though. Includes 9 tracks.

7. Eliana Davis Christmas (Various Years)

There's multiple versions of this one, with the first released in 2015 with 5 tracks, 1 or 2 being added in new editions every year up to 2025 with there being 20 overall tracks in the latest version ready for 2025.

8. Davis Sings Disney (2017)

My first Disney album. I collab with several other musicians and singers who'd been or still are "Disney kids" at this point in time like the Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, Dove Cameron, and Miley Cyrus. Includes 26 tracks.

9. Rock The Block (2022)

A collaborative album with several rock and alternative groups such as Set It Off, Ghost, Divide The Day, and Green Day. It's my largest album at 36 tracks that had been recorded over time.

10. Strange & Unusual (2024)

A Halloween album featuring songs like Thriller from Michael Jackson, songs from Roe Kapara, and various other Halloween classics. Includes 12 tracks.

[woniefull]

Jealous

it's my right to feel hellish i still get jealous

sypnosis: you were always the jealous one, but what if one day the roles were reversed?

warnings: fem!xjay, jealousy, just a bit suggestive if you squint

a/n: not proof read + feedback is always welcomed

wc: ??

"not now ______."

jay goes to grab his cologne sitting on top of you vanity.

"right because we can only talk things out when you're in the mood for it."

that was a lie and you knew it. but you were so frustrated that you couldn't seem to care.

jay and you rarely got into arguments. however, when arguments did arise they would get pretty heated.

this one seemed to be your fault. you had spotted jay with a girl earlier today. it was so obvious she was flirting and you couldn't believe that jay was just standing there like an idiot.

you were the jealous and heated one in the relationship. whereas jay seemed to be more laidback. but at the same time, you never gave him a reason to be jealous. you never entertained anyone who would try to get at you.

deep down you knew jay wasn't doing it on purpose. he was a bit naive at times. but it hurt because it was a recurring problem that he seemed to brush off almost all the time.

"look babe let's just try to enjoy our time at the party okay? let's not let this fight ruin our night."

jay is facing you now and his arm reaches for your waist. you step back to avoid his touch causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"you're always dismissing my feelings jay."

"i promise we can talk about this after the day is over. this is our last college party. i know how much you were looking forward to this day."

jay tries his best to sound sympathetic. he knows how much of a party freak you are, in fact, both of you had met at a college party during your freshman year.

"honestly not so much anymore. i'll be leaving with karina, don't wait up."

and with that, you were gone. jay was left alone with his thoughts and a deep sense of guilt.

"ooo girl you look nice."

and you did. you wore a short black dress that stopped right above your mid-thigh. it had an open back and tied around your neck.

you smiled at karina as your hands tied the straps of your black heels.

"thank you love, you look gorgeous."

karina always made your mood better. so when you finally arrived at the party, your argument with jay earlier was already off your mind.

"okay i can tell you're feeling down and i know what will cheer you right up!"

you laughed as she dragged you by your wrist into what seemed to be the kitchen. karina started talking to a blonde-haired guy. she quickly looked back at you, and the guy did the same.

"this is my friend jake! jake this is my best friend _____!"

he was a good looking guy, didn't seem to be too far off from jay's age.

"nice to meet you jake! care to let me know why karina seems to want to introduce me to you?"

jake chuckled as he ran a hand through his fluffy hair.

"she said you weren't in the best mood and let's just say..."

he picks up some of the alcoholic beverages that were spread out on the table and presented them to both you and karina.

"i know a couple ways we can have fun."

it had been around an hour since you first started drinking. you were dancing with karina drunk off your asses.

"i swear jake's drinks hit different karina. what does he put in them?"

karina wraps her arms around your neck and you both sway to the beat of the music together.

"i honestly don't know bu- wait isn't that jay over there."

oh right jay

you had completely forgotten that he was even here.

okay maybe not completely. however, you tried your best not to think of him at all, because every time you did, it made you upset.

you couldn't help but look at where karina was pointing.

"ofcourse."

another girl touching up on jay and there he was allowing it. although he wasn't paying any mind to her and was scanning the room with his eyes, it was honestly infuriating and annoying.

jay's eyes met yours and he started to walk towards your direction.

"i heard a game starting let's go karina."

it was now your turn to drag her and lead her away from the crowd. you spotted jake sitting in the living room with about 15 other people.

"what game?"

jake looked up at the sound of your voice and smiled once his eyes laid sight on you.

"truth or dare or take a shot."

"nice, we want to play."

jake scooted over to make space for the both of you. karina was giving you a worried look knowing how bad you'd get when pissed off and drunk.

Ignoring karina's concern, you shrugged her off. jay's behavior irritated you, prompting a desire for revenge. you wanted him to understand your frustration. watching him sit across from you, his frown deepened at the closeness between you and Jake. an idea immediately popped up in your head.

karina leaned her ear towards your lips as you whispered in her ears. her face of alarm instantly shifted into a sly smirk.

"you got it girl."

jake had started off the game so your turn had come up almost immediately. trying your best to not smile, you looked over at karina after you had chosen dare.

"don't make me do anything too crazy."

karina giggled and looked over at jay.

"i dare you to sit on any boy's lap here for 15 minutes."

jay's head perked up. he processed what karina had just said, his calm demeanor started to turn into an anxious one. turning his focus back to you he positioned himself, ready for you.

"hmm okay."

you got up, with your dress riding up a bit. jay's eye twitched at the way jake looked at you.

"i choose...."

you turned to jake. poor guy, his eyes brightened almost right away. maybe it would've been him if he sat somewhere else. but for now, the guy sitting next to jay would have to do.

let's see how he feels having something he wants so close to him but can't have.

turning towards jay's direction you saw his toungue poking at his inner cheek. you screamed internally. he only ever did that when he was heavily ticked off.

he quickly realized what you were trying to do as you began to eye the guy next to him.

"i choose you."

pointing at the guys beside jay you turned to plop yourself on his lap.

tried to.

a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you found yourself on someone else's lap.

jay.

you squirmed trying your best to get away.

he only held onto you tighter as he slowly nibbled at your ear.

"i think that's enough."

"you don't get to tell me what's enough!."

somehow you managed to break free from his embrace and started making your way outside.

jay followed right behind you.

thank god he couldn't see the smile forming on your face right now.

"______ stop walking."

"no."

"c'mon let's go home and talk it out."

"now you want to talk? well i don't want to."

talking back to jay was your favorite thing to do. he always looked his best when he was pissed off.

"sweetheart please."

"i said no! now fuck off."

honestly, you don't even know where that came from but you might have regretted it.

key word, might.

because before you knew it jay had you slumped over his shoulder, with one hand laid on your ass and the other reaching for his keys.

"i don't know who you think you're talking to but i know it's not me."

"jay let me down!"

"stop acting like you don't like this princess."

and with that you stayed silent.

he knew you so well.

you slowly opened your eyes as light began to make it's way into your shared bedroom. rubbing at them you turn away from the window just to meet jay's eyes already looking at you.

"i'm sorry."

his hand starts to caress your face.

"jay you apologized about a thousand times already. and i've said it's okay about a thousand times now too."

jay pouted and pulled you to his chest.

"i know but i want to make it up to you. i feel horrible. i promise i'll never make you feel like that ever again."

wrapping your arms around his waist, you took his scent in.

"i think last night was enough of an apology from you."

jay chuckles and looks back down at you.

"hmm maybe trying to apologize again wouldn't hurt?"

[galway-girlatwork]

Never Have I Ever Killed Someone

Fandom: The Uninvited

Rating: Mature. Some angst. Some smut. NSFW.

Central Characters: Lucien and Reader

Central Relationship: Lucien and Reader

Word Count: 2,097

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal my mood board. Stealing is just WRONG. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform. If this is not your shot of whisky, scroll on by. If you wanna read, grab what ever tickles your tongue and enjoy.

This is for Kiwi’s Never Have I Ever writing challenge. Thank you for letting me participate. It was hard writing this as I have never played “Never Have I Ever.” But I so enjoyed writing it.

I got Lucien and the prompt “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Music Inspiration:

Bom Bidi Bom-Nick Jonas with Nicki Minage.

Diamonds-Rhianna

Summary:

What were Hollywood parties except a chance to show off the glitz and glamour? Shallow was the word she liked to use but as a PA to a boss who went through a horrid divorce, she was begged to go. To let everyone know he was okay when she knew the truth.

But now she finds herself drawn into an unexpected encounter with a stranger. He convinces her to join him in a private game of "Never Have I Ever." And what begins as playful banter escalates into an electrifying, passionate night that neither of them anticipates but both desperately need.

A one-night stand was meant to be just that—one night. But can something so intense truly end there?

Hot water from the shower head beat on legs as she sat on the floor of the tub, regret washing it’s self-down the drain. Squeezing her eyes shut, mind wandered back to the night before. The party she’d been invited to was almost an afterthought on her boss’s part. She wasn’t anyone really important in the industry, a PA to a somewhat famous director, but he insisted she go only to realize that it was to make him look like he was moving on from his divorce when in reality he was nowhere near over his wife. But that didn’t stop every single woman, with dreams of making it big, latch themselves onto him. She was quickly forgotten as they boosted his ego. She’d whispered in his ear that he owed her bigtime for it, his promise of a huge bonus and a bigger office, kept her quiet, for now.

Wine glass in hand, she wandered around the large patio, before finding a seat on the outskirts of the crowd. She wasn’t really one to be in social settings, awkward to say the least, had her thinking that maybe it was just time to call it a night and head home. Just as she was about to stand, is when he sat down next to her. He was handsome in an unconventional way. The loudness of his shirt, drew her attention, just as the tacky gold chain did. Large fingers drew the cigarette from behind his ear, like some cheesy 1970’s show, hand now patting pockets, looking for a lighter. Pulling one from her purse, she handed it over. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

Holy shit, he wasn’t supposed to have a voice like that. It was warm, soft, sad sounding, like he’d just had his heart stepped on. His name…Lucien, he said, not that she’d asked. You gave him yours, only fair since he’d offered his. “God this party is boring.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“I don’t fuckin know. What are you doing here?”

“Came with my boss as a favor. He is currently being mobbed by every Marilyn Monroe wanna be.” Pointing to a small cluster of people, four blondes to one middle aged, balding man.

“So, you’re in the industry.”

“A PA.”

“You two aren’t…”

“Oh hell no. Ever hear the saying don’t shit where you eat? I take that advice very well. He went through a nasty divorce and isn’t over it. Not sure what he’s not over though…The ex or the money.”

“Interesting. So, what should we do to keep ourselves entertained?”

Watching him finally light the cigarette, the glow from the flame accenting the lines around his eyes, arching a brow. “We?”

“Yea we.”

“Who are you here with?”

“No one. Came to make amends to um a friend. Didn’t go over well but since it’s free food and alcohol, why not stay a while, right?’

“Sure.’ Jesus fuck, why did he have to sit down? Now you were never gonna make your escape.

“Never have I ever?”

“What?”

“Ever play Never have I ever?”

“Um I’m an adult not a teenager.”

“Oh, that hurt. Come on, we can grab a bottle of wine and go find someplace quiet.”

“Oh god are you a serial killer? I’m not going to end up a skin suit in your trunk am I?”

“Never have I ever killed anyone, swear.”

“Never have I ever walked off with a stranger.” What the hell she figured, what is the worse that could happen? Skin suit in a trunk, that’s what could happen. 

“How about champagne instead?” Grabbing two bottles and glasses from a nearby table, she followed him towards a cabana, one farthest away from the crowd, watching as he closed the curtains, hiding them both away. Sitting on one of the lounges, looking up, she noticed the string lights casting shadows on fabric. “Is this where you kill me, hide my body in the bushes?”

“Nay you’re too pretty for that.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Handing her one of the bottles, already opened. “Okay you know how this works. If you’ve done it, you drink. All right so ready? So, never have I ever ruined a dinner party on purpose.” He’d done it. Tonight, as a matter of fact, not thinking of what the fall out of it would be. He watched as she took a long drink, eyes fluttering shut. “Well, okay we both won that one. Your turn.”

“Um never have I ever punched someone.” She had just once and apparently, he had as well, both of them drinking.

Moving to sit next to her, head titled back as he smirked. “Never have I ever sent a dirty text message.” Glancing over, noticing that she didn’t drink, he shrugged his shoulders as he did. Before he got semi-sober, he’d done some very questionable things.

“Seriously? God you’re so juvenile, aren’t you? So, was it just dirty or really graphic?

“Really graphic and for some it’s a turn on so don’t judge.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just not my thing. It’s not the same as hearing someone say them. It’s sensual, sexy, to actually hear someone you’re attracted to, say them.”

A brow went up, practically to his hairline, listening to how soft and seductive her voice was, wondering if she was thinking of someone. “Does he have a name?”

“He did. Ian. Broke up with me two years ago.” Slipping her shoes off, she scooted back, now sitting cross legged, bottle cradled in the space between ankles and body, feeling at ease, wondering if it was the alcohol, being here with him or both. “Okay, never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Hell, if he had a drink for the number of one-night stands he had, he’d not only drain his bottle but hers as well. However, eyes went wide when he saw she hadn’t brought the bottle to her lips. Eyes locked onto hers, a spark of mischief as he raised both brows.

“Really?" he asked, voice low and husky. "Never?"

Cheeks flushed a deep pink as she shook her head, long hair spilling down her back like a waterfall. Sensing her hesitation, but also a spark of curiosity. He knew that look, that feeling - it was the thrill of wanting to break free from your usual rules and indulge in something reckless.

Leaning in close, lips brushing against her ear. "I think it's time we changed that.”

Eyes flashed up to his, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. The tension between us, palpable, like a live wire humming with electricity. Then, without another word, we were kissing -lips crashing together in a frenzy of desire. Bottles forgotten, dropped to the floor, liquid bubbles pouring from them as he leaned her back against the lounge, deciding then and there, he’d be her first. She tasted like champagne and promises. Deeping the kiss, hands roaming over her body, he could feel her curves, hidden by the black dress.

Trailing kisses down her neck, hands slid underneath silk fabric, feeling heat, radiating from her, breath hitching as my thumb ran over her core, feeling the wetness of her through her panties, his name breathless pleas. God, she made the sweetest noises as her hands gripped his shoulders. Smiling against her skin, knowing he had her where he wanted her, knowing she wouldn’t refuse. Pulling panties to the side, fingers slid into her, feeling how tight and warm she was, he couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around his cock. Pulling away, eyes never leaving hers, a small kiss to the corner of her mouth, lips all swollen and pink, fingers fumbling with the button of jeans, cock finally free from the strangulation of clothes. Gripping it, slowly stroking as she watched. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, voice barely a whisper, “Wanna a taste?”

He could see her pupils dilate as she leaned over, the tip of her tongue circled the tip, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she took him in her mouth, a deep groan pulled from his chest, as hands grabbed fistfuls of hair. “Fuck.” At this angle she was able to take all of him, the base of his cock brushing against the tip of her nose.

Hips had a mind of their own as they rocked against her lips, eyes finally finding his, holy fuck seeing her like this caused an emotion deep inside his chest. She was fucking beautiful, breasts swaying back and forth, nipples hard, skin covered in goosebumps, feeling her fingers gently cupping his balls. “God damn.” Pulling her up, lips crashed against hers, tasting himself against her tongue, as he laid her back, bunching the dress at her hips, panties tugged down and off, thrown somewhere over his shoulder. “Please Lucien.”

Are they supposed to sound like that when they beg? He’d never had a woman say his name that way. It was like honey dripping from her lips. Smiling, he slammed into her one swift motion, hearing her gasp, nails digging into his back as he filled her. Were women so supposed to feel like this? Warm, wet, tight, soft, sweet, wanton?

His mind narrowed down to this one moment, she wanted him, not knowing the disaster of his life, just him. In that last second, he wanted to feel her come undone around him. Wanted to feel everything she could give him as he thrust harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around him, her orgasm building, feeling her mouth against the skin of his chest, his name on repeat. She cried out, just as he felt her clenching around his cock, one rolling into another as he fucked her through it, wanting to hold back but just as her second one ended, his own orgasm ripped through him, coming deep inside her. Pressing his forehead against hers, they didn’t say anything, just laid there, feeling erratic heartbeats.

The rest of the night blurred together in a haze of skin and sweat and whispered promises. It was like they were two strangers who'd been waiting their whole lives to collide. Untangling himself from her, he knew he’d never see her again. That was the beauty of a one-night stand. It was a fleeing moment of pleasure, a memory to be cherished. That was when he noticed the bracelet on the ground. Picking it up, thumb brushing over silver charms, he pocketed it, before covering her with a throw blanket, lips brushed against her forehead, before walking away, knowing he’d never forget the woman with long hair and beautiful eyes.

Body stretched, mind a haze before it reminded her of where she was, sitting up so fast, head swimming for a second before she looked at her watch. Holy shit, it was four in the morning. Getting up, she tried to put her self together as much as she could, shoving panties into her bag, a little disappointed. She knew one-night stands didn’t involve cuddling or breakfast in bed, they involved slipping out unnoticed while the other slept.

Sticking her head out between the curtains, she noticed that she was one of the last stragglers left, knowing that most Hollywood parties could go til the sun rose. Head hung low as she made her way across the grassy expanse of the backyard, toward wherever it was people went after parties ended, home alone with nothing but memories and perhaps simmering regret for what had happened. What was it called again? Oh yea, she thought, the walk of shame.

Cold water pulled her back to the present. Standing, shutting off the shower, large towel wrapped around her, she got out and stood in front the of the mirror, hanging over the bathroom sink. She didn’t look any different. She didn’t look like someone who’d had a one-night stand filled with mind blowing sex with a stranger. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she dumped out her purse, grabbing her phone, a single text from her boss, generously giving her the week off. Seems she wasn’t the only one who got “lucky” but where as hers was one night, his would be a week of someone who would fill the void the ex-had left. Fingers dug through the items spread out, groaning, noticing that her charm bracelet was missing. “FUCK!” was screamed out as she threw her self back, staring at the ceiling.

What she didn’t know, was at that moment, he was across the city, coffee in hand, thumb rubbing over a charm as he stared out the window.

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[gracefully33]

Rising Signs Appearance/Features

*BASED OFF MY INTERPRETATION

* Some of this might apply to you but aspects and planets in the 1h can alter the appearance.

*It doesn’t make you less attractive if you don’t have a certain rising and everyone is beautiful in their own way😁✌️

Aries Rising (Mars Ruled)

Rules the head/brain

Head strong

Large forehead

Sharp features

Muscular

Work out a lot/active

Participate in a lot of sports

Color: Red

Etc.

Examples: Rihanna, Shaquille O’Neal, etc.

Taurus Rising (venus ruled)

Rules the neck

Obsessed with luxury

Very high maintenance

Foodies

Soft appearance

Very pretty

Color: Green

Etc.

Examples: Mariah Carey, Gigi Hadid, etc.

Gemini Rising (mercury ruled)

Rules the lungs

Talkative

Very youth appearance

Slim features

Doesn’t age too quickly

Color: Yellow

Etc.

Examples: Lady Gaga, Sandra Bollock, etc.

Cancer Rising (moon ruled)

Rules the chest

Very emotional

Round/circular faces

Comforting

Large or pretty chest

Make others feel at home/mother vibes

Pouty lips

Very expressive

Color: Blue

Examples: Angelina Jolie, Margot Robbie, etc.

Leo Rising (sun ruled)

Rules heart, upper back, etc.

Tons of hair/thick hair

Brown colored hair

Striking eyes/cat eye

Very flashy/bold

Stand out from the crowd

Etc.

Colors: Orange

Examples: Selena Gomez, Nick Jonas, etc.

Virgo Rising (mercury ruled)

Rules abdomen

Very organized

Slim in the body

Looks younger than age

Ages well 

Heavy on self-care

Etc.

Color: brown

Examples: Bella Hadid, Janelle Monae, etc.

Libra Rising (venus ruled)

Rules the butt/lower back

Bigger/round butt

Round faces

Known for beauty b/c venus= beauty, luxury, pleasures, etc

Symmetrical features

Delicate/soft facial features

Buy tons of makeup products

Obsessed with appearance

Etc.

Color: Pink

Examples: Beyonce, Britney Spears, etc.

Scorpio Rising (pluto ruled)

Rules sexual organs

Sharp eyes

Tends to wear darker clothing

Strong sex appeal

People have a hard time reading you

People don’t know too much about you/mysterious

Etc.

Colors: Black/maroon red

Celebs: Katy Perry, Justin Bieber, etc

Sagittarius Rising (jupiter ruled)

Rules the thighs

On the thicker/heavy side, very full & curvy body

Big thighs

Taller than the average person

Lucky

Large smiles, big eyes, or larger features

Etc.

Color: Purple

Examples: Anne Hathway, Kim K, etc.

Capicorn Rising (saturn ruled)

Rules joints, knees

Very skinny/short

Looks older than their age/more mature

People assume you’re older

Late bloomer

Etc.

Color: Grey

Examples: Ariana Grande, Megan Fox, etc

Aquarius Rising (Uranus ruled)

Rules ankles

Unique look

Loves to try different hair color

Style is different from the norm

Bold colors

Very friendly

Large groups love to be around them

Etc.

Color: Blue

Examples: Nicki Minaj, Zendaya, etc.

Pisces Rising (neptune rules)

Rules hands/feet

Fish-like appearance

Very glamourous

Neptune represents glamour, illusion, etc

Very spiritual

People copy you a lot/idealize you

Etc.

Color: Light green

Example: Michael Jackson, Billie Eilish, etc.

*Can’t add more photos sadly it won’t allow more than 10 images and thank you for reading❤️

[her-gracious-lady-herald-bits1]

Prompt: time your oc hurt someone

Setting: pre-dragon age origins

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Her hands won’t stop bloody shaking.

She’s been trailing the shem guard-Sergeant for weeks now, learning his habits—when he drinks, where he pisses, how he stumbles home through the warehouse district thinking he owns every sodding shadow.

Tonight’s different. Tonight, Kallian’s got her mum’s daggers strapped to her hips, and her heart’s hammering so hard against her ribs it makes her want to laugh or vomit or both.

She’s about to kill her first shem. Proper kill him, like. Not just nick his purse or stick him enough to run away. The thought should frighten her more than it does.

(Three strikes, Kalli.) Her mum's words feel bitter on her tongue. (One to stagger, one to bleed, one to finish.) But Adaia never taught her how to murder. Self-defense, aye. How to cut a purse, sure. How to make shems think twice before grabbing at an elf girl—that was lesson one through bloody fifty. But this? This is something else entirely.

He comes stumbling round the corner, swaying like a tree about to topple, using the wall for balance. Marcus Thane. Guard-Sergeant. Not a demon, not even a monster. Just a sodding man. The kind of man who’d break an elf girl’s fingers in the markets for daring to lift a pouch. The kind of man who’d cut her mum down when she came charging to save her with blades drawn. Just another drunk shem staggering home too late, too stupid to think he’s walking into a right bloody reckoning.

Her fingers tighten around the daggers. Familiar as breathing, these blades. Been practicing with ’em since she was tall enough to reach the kitchen table. Now they’re gonna taste shem blood for the first time since—

(Since.)

"Oi! You sodding murderer!"

The words tear out of her before she means them to. Stupid. Should’ve just stuck him in the back and been done with it. But some part of her needs him to know. Needs him to understand exactly why he’s dying in this piss-stained alley.

He turns, nearly losing his footing. Recognition flickers in his drunken eyes. Then a furrowed brow. "The knife-ear kid..." he mutters, voice low. like he’s struggling to place her.

The words twist something deep in her gut. She steps forward. "Her name was Adaia.” Her voice wavers, too high, too tight. "Say it. Say her fucking name."

"Yeah, I know the name." He squints at her, swaying. "She pulled steel on us, girl. Damn near carved up Jonas before we had her down. She brought it on herself."

The rage hits so hard she can taste it, sharp and metallic like copper on her tongue. He doesn’t even remember properly.

(He bloody well will)

"She was protecting me," she spits. "You broke my fingers, you twat. She came for you because of me!"

He doesn’t even flinch. His hand brushes toward the sword at his belt. "That it? This about revenge, then?" He laughs, a low, mirthless sound, and steadies himself against the wall. "Think you’re the first to lose someone? Just trying to do my job, girl."

The blade is in her hand before he finishes the sentence.

The first cut slices across his sword arm. Not deep enough. Not nearly deep enough. He roars, swings wild, but she’s already dancing back. Another slash opens his thigh, and he stumbles, blood pooling black in the moonlight.

Could end it now. Should end it now. But the rage is screaming in her ears, louder than the night watch in the distance, louder than her mum’s voice whispering (quick and quiet, Kalli.)

"Fight proper, you little cunt!"* He charges like a drunk bull.

She sidesteps, hamstrings him. He collapses hard, sword clattering from his grip.

"Like you fought my mum proper?" Another cut. Another. She’s making patterns in his flesh now. "Like you gave her a bastard chance?"

"Please—"* His voice cracks, thick with panic. "I got kids—"

Her dagger stills for a moment.

"So did she!" The words rip from her throat, raw and burning. *"She had me! She had—"

Her hands tremble. The blade wavers. And Marcus is sobbing now, crawling, bleeding.

(End it, Kalli. End it now.)

She tries to find his heart, like mum taught her, but her hands are slippery with his blood, and he won’t stop making those horrible sounds and—

"Shut up!" She can’t tell if she’s screaming at him or herself. "Just shut up shut up shut—"

It takes three tries to finally do it. Three more sickening thrusts, the blade sinking deep, his body convulsing, going limp. She stands over him, breathing hard, watching the thing that used to be a man, used to be a killer, used to be—

The night watch’s distant calls snap her back. She runs. She flees. Whatever you call it when your legs move but your mind stays behind in a piss-stained alley with the first person you’ve ever killed.

Spends hours scrubbing blood from under her nails, watching pink water stain the basin before tipping it out.

Victory tastes like bile and copper. Justice feels like hands that won’t stop shaking, no matter how hard she scrubs them clean.

Her mum’s voice echoes in her head: (Quick and quiet, Kalli.)

But she wasn’t quick enough. Wasn’t quiet enough. Wasn’t enough to save her mum, and now she’s not even enough to properly avenge her.

Just another knife-ear kid playing at justice in the dark, learning the hard way that some stains don’t wash off.

No matter how hard you scrub.

Her hands won’t stop bloody shaking.

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I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

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‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

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HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, DBD, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

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