#sarah anon 💌

[jadeee]

Hi honey for the writer Ask if its still on 😅🎢✨⛔🙋🍆❌🎯🎨🤗💞🧠(Howie)🤩😬📚🤯💔🤭 please? -sarah

i love that you put practically every emoji, hahaha! tysm for spamming me with these asks

😅 what's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

the first thing that comes to mind would be "hot & bothered". the teasing scene at the table during the meeting is very bold. i can see teasing between nicky and mc but in front of others who don't know them all that well is questionable. close 2nd would prob be the find the cannoli scene in vendetta but i'm not even embarrassed. it just makes me laugh or smile every time.

🎢which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

it should be "vendetta" bc there's drama, violence, action, and romance but i automatically thought of "let's get out of here". i wrote that before "vendetta" and it was challenging bc i had to make sure the movements were described accurately since it was in a moving car.

✨give you and your writing a compliment. go on now. you know you deserve it. 😉

aww! well, when i reread my work i love the emotion it evokes. i feel tied to the characters and like i'm watching it unfold before my eyes.

⛔do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

yeahhhh ... so a few months ago i had an idea for a nanami story {lemme just say that i truly was done writing fanfiction except for "vendetta" which was, and is, still unfinished as a series. i wanted to focus on ocs and original plots but i got swept away by nanami kento and just had to write smthn about him. i had severe brain rot}

i was inspired by this post i saw of men on their knees in front of women/their lovers and thought of nanami on his knees for his s/o, wtv the reason may be. the premise was that he was late for a special dinner at a fancy restaurant that they made reservations for months ago. he got held up at work and was going to meet mc there, but then told them to go on without him anyway. so he ends up meeting mc at their shared home and they're livid, just ready to lay it on him. they don't get the chance to bc as soon as he sees them sitting in the loveseat in their living room he's apologizing like crazy. mc doesn't have the heart to go off so they just do some light teasing instead. i imagine it would've went smthn like

"i don't believe you."

"how can i prove it to you?"

"you can beg."

he took a deep breath and walked toward you. he placed his hands over yours which were on the armrest then sank down to his knees. then he rested his face in your lap and brought your hands to his cheeks, "is this better?"

🙋‍♀️ do any irl people know you write fanfic?

yes. i've told a handful of ppl and surprisingly it's become smthn a few of my coworkers and i bond over.

🍆do you write the spicy stuffs? if so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

i do, or at least i have. my most popular is a hc about nicky treating mc, if y'know what i mean {i know the policy changed with mature content on here so i'm treading very carefully lol}.

❌what's a trope you will never write?

i can't really think of one atm. the ones that i know of are --- OH WAIT i have one, so anything to do with age gaps and minors getting involved with older characters, like lolita-type stuff 🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️ idk if it's a trope but it won't be happening here.

🎯have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? care to share which?

i'm not sure i've ever had anyone guess what will happen in a story or chapter {i'm referring to "vendetta" here}.

🎨how do you feel about fan art of your stories?

oh i love it! i remember a couple people made something based off of vendetta and it really took me by surprise. i couldn't believe they were influenced to the point of creating smthn.

🤗 what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

do it for yourself and not for others. don't worry about who will and won't see it. just write, don't think too much about how or when bc it'll come together in the end, and enjoy it.

💞 who's your comfort character?

i don't have one rn but since this is focused on fanfiction, i would say nicky and nanami. nicky just feels so familiar at this point and with nanami, he's so relatable. from my pov, he wants a simple life. he doesn't wanna work at an office and he doesn't really wanna work as a sorcerer. if anything, cooking at home and going to get bread from the bakery is all he wants to do most days {and travel from time to time} and that's very relatable.

🧠pick a character (howie) and i'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

my favorite hc about howie is prob the boyfriend hc bc it's so wholesome. he'd really be the sweet and thoughtful boyfriend. the thought of mc being swallowed whole by his shirts and him wearing their shirt which is a smidge too tight 🥹

🤩who is your favorite character to write?

nicky! his personality really allows for this nice mix of playfulness and seriousness/melancholy. i admire his charm and wit as well. i loved writing the more hidden sides of his character too, like in "midnight" or "what are you hiding?" overall, he has this nice balance that gives me a lot of room to play with as a writer.

😬which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

definitely any of my nsfw works bc i'm reserved for the most part at work. it takes a while for me to open up completely so i think ppl would be like 'idk she was into that' or the complete opposite 'it makes since bc she's so quiet'. my friends wouldn't really care tbh, they'd prob make jokes or gimme ideas. my family?! 💀 i'd prob be doused in holy oil.

📚would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

yes! when i was younger i often thought it was a bad idea to pursue your passion as a career or major in college bc then you'd have deadlines and guidelines; and i saw that as a sorta crutch on my creative freedom as an artist but now i believe the complete opposite.

🤯what's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

i would say fantasy. in terms of fanfiction, i've mainly written romance with a bit of drama and some action. i've tried writing fantasy before and it requires a bit more artistry - there's world building, figuring out the land, if there are animals, what kinda powers characters have, how magic works, and sm more.

💔is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

if mc died before their wedding night. there's smthn about seeing a good-hearted person get what they deserve only to lose it in the end. i don't take joy in it, there's just some sort of unspeakable pain there where you can't look away.

🤭do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

#madebyjade bc it's like my signature in a way and it's smthn i made and stuffed bits and pieces of myself inside.

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Brat tamer Chris🥺?? who instead of spanking ur ass, spanks ur clit and kissing it (ie. eating you out mercilessly) better because there’s just something about the teary eyes, swollen wet pussy, and a whiny little princess that’s gone stupid from the sensations that just does it for him🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

It’s all out of love. He knows you can be good for him you just need a little bit more firm direction. And if you get overstimulated along the way? Well….

I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO WHORE OUT LIKE THIS😭you HAVE TO BELIVE ME😭😭IM INNOCENT AT HEART (not really)

I’m sorry if this doesn’t match what you had in mind <3

“Tell me babygirl, why are you being punished?” Understanding is the first step in learning your lesson. He wants to know that you know what you did was wrong and that there are repercussions as a result. “Came without permission” you croak.

It wasn't an accident; Chan was quite understanding in that regard, especially if you had been without his touch for weeks. No, you knew what you were doing when sending him recordings of you whining and moaning while he was at work. You say nothing in the audio recordings in an attempt to tease Chan further. Silently taunting him to do something about it, taunting him to make you talk. Make you tell him how much you needed him, how you missed him and so desperately wanted him home to take care of his princess.

The last clip is what truly sets him off; 20 seconds, that's all it took for you to end up in this position. The sounds of your labored breathing and whimpers growing louder and louder before your voice is finally heard, its faint, almost inaudible. “cumming,” you whine. Chan knows you too well, and even though he can't see you, he can still hear the cocky smirk plastered across your face.

A simple "I love you" text is sent after the recording, trying to play off the fact that you broke a rule. The rule being, you're only allowed to orgasm with his permission.

He now had you on the bed, rid of your clothes and your legs spread out, readying you for your punishment. His eyes are looking up at you from between your legs, and his fingers glide up your folds, his middle finger tracing little circles on your clit. You feel small in the presence of his intense gaze.

“Not even a please.” Chan shakes his head in disapproval, and you feel the warmth of his fingers leave you, the cold air replacing his digits. “Gonna spank you five times. I want you to count them out loud, if you close your legs or fail to count we restart, understood?” You hum in approval “uh uh, use your words, tell me you understand.”

You groan and throw your head back, and in the process break your eye contact with him. “Y/n” his voice is dangerous, deep and laced with warning. “Look at me and you tell me you understand” Your head rolls to the side, and your eyes meet with his again, his pupils blown out with lust.

It's honestly a bit intimidating the way he looks at you when he's in this state. In this moment he was a predator, and you were more than willing to be his prey. He then moves his dominant hand to hover over your core, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his palm.

“I understand,” you sigh, now accepting your fate. “good,” he nearly growls. His hand pulls back a little and with a flick of the wrists, his fingers sharply land on your cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"One," you mumble as you attempt to contain the moans that are bubbling up in your throat. If Chan knew how much you enjoyed it, he would devise a new punishment, which is the last thing you wanted.

Once more, his hand pulls back before coming down and landing on the same spot where it had previously smacked you. This time, the strike is more painful than the last one, a whimper now slipping past your pretty lips. “Number,” Chan demands. “t-two,” and the process repeats. “three,” and again. “fo-four”

Each time the pain grows more and more, your body starts to tremble, your legs dare to close, and your tears are about to spill over. Just one more, and it will be over.

Chan continues to watch you, the glint in his eyes dark and piercing. Your eyes then shut causing the tears to fall down your heated cheeks. “Look at me” Chan corrects you. His face softens when your eyes meet his, it's almost a sympathetic look, a look that's filled with nothing but love. “Ready?” He questions and you nod a little “ready” you agree, your voice quivering slightly.

His hand pulls back further than all the times before, and in an instant it comes hurling down. Fear ensues, your legs about to close in order to protect your sensitive, swelling cunt. But before you can even manage to do so, his hand meets your heat, the sound of the impact ringing through the bedroom and you let out a cry.

“The number baby,” his voice is soft as he speaks to you now. “Five” Your body relaxes a little now knowing that the punishment is over. Chan's lips replace his hand, pressing soft kisses around your clit causing waves of both pain and pleasure to wash over your body.

“What do you say princess?” He hums against you between kisses and small licks. He waits for you to collect your thoughts before giving your thigh a small squeeze and sliding one of his hands up to your hand resting on your tummy, threading his fingers with yours.

You’re quiet as you think, your brain running too slow to come up with a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” you mumble. “Good girl”

Chan gets up from between your legs, coming up to meet you face to face “You okay?” He whispers as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears rolling down your face, and you hum in agreement.

Before laying down next to you, he gives you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. His hands then grab hold of your waist and draw you to his chest, his heartbeat and the constant rise and fall of his chest calming you a little. “Do you want me to get you water or start a bath?”

“uh uh, not yet.” Chan nods in acknowledgement and the tips of of his fingers begin lightly trailing up and down your back “We can stay like this as long as you’d like beautiful”

@atinystaywerewolf @angelichanniez

[stylesispunk]

'I've been praying, I never did before'

Not outbreak! Joel Miller x f! Reader

summary: you prayed to God to send you the answers. Should you stay with Joel or leave him?

w.c: 5k> warnings: angst and cheating.

a/n: this one is based on this ask a lovely anon (🍫) sent the other day. (thanks for your support, I hope I made it justice) and I hope you all like it. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. 💌

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

You weren't a religious person.

You believed in God, but your devotion didn't go beyond the necklace's cross and your eloquent prayers asking for the protection of your loved ones.

You weren't a religious person, but you thought God sent Joel to you that night at the bar when a wasted man thought he had some power over you just because you wore a short dress. Everyone should have seen his face the night he first got you.

And you thought God rewrote the prophecy of your failed luck in love.

Joel, the sweetheart. Joel, the loving, thoughtful, and faithful.

Joel Miller, your boyfriend of six years.

Not rings, not clues of him saying you loved beyond the whispers in your ear when he had his arm wrapped around your waist in public, showing you off to hide you from the rest of the world once the lights weren’t on you.

The first signs of your love rusting into scarlet maroon.

At first, you brushed them off, attributing the occasional cold shoulders or the missing date nights to stress, life’s inevitable distractions, or nights of hard work. But deep down, you felt the shift. The whispers of doubt crept in, subtle yet persistent, like the gradual erosion of a once impenetrable fortress.

All the vipers are moaning in mourning for you and your poor wounded heart, already cracking due to the daggers thrown at you in poisoned words.

Joel made you feel invincible, loved, and worthy of something as warm as the golden dawn. However, his eyes, once brimming with affection, now flickered with a hint of something words couldn’t speak. His somber eyes matched the gray clouds before the storm on a cloudy day, with no defense or barbed wire to keep you warm. You tried to bridge the growing chasm with gestures of love and attempts at rekindling the spark, but it felt like grasping at smoke.

The nights grew longer, and the silences became more pronounced. You found yourself reminiscing about the early days, the nights spent talking until dawn, the effortless laughter, and the shared dreams you were supposed to build. Those memories felt like a lifeline, a reminder of what once was and what you desperately wanted to reclaim as yours.

Yet, the more you clung to the past, the more it slipped through your fingers. Joel's once warm embraces became mechanical, his kisses lacking the fervor they once held. No more lips attached to your forehead for protection. The blaze on your sheets, once fueled by the fire of your touches, has now become a simple ritual, devoid of connection.

You began to wonder if you had misread the signs, if perhaps you had mistaken God's intervention for a fleeting moment of serendipity. The love that had once felt like destiny now seemed like a chapter nearing its end. The vibrant hues of your relationship had faded, leaving behind a tapestry woven with threads of doubt and broken promises.

In the quiet moments of solitude, when you waited by the door, hoping for Joel to step into the house, you wondered how the red roses he brought grew back as thorns, hurting your fingers as much as when you touched his skin. Would you be able to build a fort after this storm?

"Dad isn’t here yet?" Sarah interrupted your thoughts from the stairs, her wide eyes gazing into yours with the same worry drawn on them.

"No, sweetheart, not yet," you replied, trying to mask your own anxiety with a reassuring smile.

Sarah descended the stairs slowly, her small frame casting a long shadow in the dim light of the hallway. She reached your side and leaned against you, her presence a small comfort in the growing uncertainty.

"Did he say he would be late?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

You shook your head. "He didn't say anything, Sarah. Maybe he's just caught up at work."

But you both knew it was more than that. The nights he came home late were becoming more frequent; the excuses were absurd. The distance between you and Joel was no longer just emotional; it was physical, an ever-widening gap that neither of you seemed able to bridge.

"We'll wait a little longer," you said, wrapping an arm around Sarah's shoulders. "He'll be home soon."

Together, you stood in the hallway, the silence stretching out, heavy and oppressive. The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one a reminder of the uncertainty that now defined your lives.

Sarah was thirteen; she wasn’t naïve when it came to your somber eyes growing gray with each passing day. How do your luminous smiles become a sad smirk just for the sake of pretending?

And as you waited, you couldn't help but wonder if the prophecy of your failed luck in love had been rewritten after all, not by God but by the slow, inevitable decay of a love that once seemed eternal.

The memory flooded back, a vibrant contrast to the present. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the air filled with the scent of fallen leaves. You and Joel had decided to escape the city for a day, driving out to the countryside without any particular destination in mind.

“Where are we going?” you had asked, laughter in your voice as the wind whipped through the open car windows.

“Somewhere beautiful,” Joel replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You ended up at a secluded lake, its surface like glass reflecting the fiery colors of the trees surrounding it. Joel spread out a blanket, and you both sat down, your shoulders touching, sharing the warmth of the moment.

“This is perfect,” you whispered, leaning into him.

He turned to you, his face inches from yours. “You’re perfect,” he said softly before capturing your lips in a kiss that felt like the first rays of sunshine after a storm.

You spent the afternoon there, talking about everything and nothing, your conversations punctuated by comfortable silences filled with the sound of nature and the beating of your hearts. Joel picked up a pebble and skimmed it across the lake’s surface.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over everything, Joel pulled out a small notebook from his jacket pocket. “I’ve been writing something,” he admitted, looking almost shy. “About us.”

You felt a lump in your throat as he read aloud, his deep voice weaving words of love and dreams of a future together. It was in that moment you realized just how deeply Joel had intertwined with your soul, making you believe in a forever you had always been skeptical of.

“Marry me someday,” he had said, not as a question but as a promise.

“Someday,” you had agreed, sealing it with a kiss that tasted of hope and endless possibilities.

That day, everything felt like a love story from a book, each written page filled with the promise that seemed far from the truth now.

You thought of God when you walked towards the church, seeking prayers and perhaps answers about the fate of your written story with Joel.

The voices were getting to your head, as were the flashbacks from the first night. Puzzle pieces on the dead end of a relationship reeking of putrefaction. You should've known better; flowers die of thirst after being picked.

You thought of the nights. Joel came home late—the missed dinners, the cold shoulders. Each instance is a small fracture, barely noticeable at first but gradually accumulating into a chasm. You thought of the way his kisses had lost their warmth, becoming mere pecks devoid of passion. You had tried to hold on, to rekindle the flame, but it was like trying to grasp water with your hands—it slipped through your fingers, elusive and unattainable.

Dolls are pretty inside their boxes, then they are taken out, played with, worn down, and eventually discarded. You felt like that doll, once cherished and now left on a shelf, gathering dust.

"God," you murmured, "if you can hear me, please show me what to do. Show me how to fix this, or give me the strength to let go."

But how would you resist his charming promises after he had stolen your wounded heart, fixed you, and made you feel like you belonged somewhere?

Once you reached the bench, you got on your knees, clasping your hands together, and prayed to the Lord. You begged him to give you answers.

Should I stay with Joel? Or should I take this knife to my lungs and remove it?

There was nothing more humiliating than begging God that somebody would love you the way you wanted. You have let people love you the way you thought you deserved.

Please

Your golden bracelet was fading into a scarlet maroon as you clasped your palms together, praying.

Please

You prayed, trying not to imagine Joel shoving his dick into some other woman.

The silence that followed was heavy, pressing down on you like a weight on your shoulders. But in that silence, you felt a flicker of something—hope, perhaps, or maybe just a sense of acceptance. You realized that, whether you found a way to mend your relationship or decided to walk away, you would survive. You would find a way to heal, even with your heart in pieces.

As you stood to leave, you took one last look at the altar, the candles still flickering stubbornly against the darkness. You walked out of the church with a little more resolve.

You wake up in the middle of the night. Joel is there, breathing with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You watch him for a moment, your heart aching with the memories of what used to be. Since when did you become a footnote in the story of his life?

Unable to find solace in the darkness, you slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. The floor is cool beneath your feet as you make your way downstairs, the house silent except for the faint creaks and groans of settling wood. You head to the kitchen, seeking the comfort of a warm cup of tea—something to soothe the restlessness gnawing at your soul.

You fill the kettle and set it on the stove, the soft click of the burner igniting the only sound breaking the stillness. As you wait for the water to boil, you lean against the counter, your thoughts drifting back to the early days with Joel, when love was a fire that warmed you both.

The kettle whistles, jolting you from your reverie. You pour the steaming water over a tea bag, and the fragrant aroma of chamomile rises to meet you. As you stir the tea, you hear the soft padding of footsteps behind you. Turning, you see Joel standing in the doorway, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with a clear intention behind those words.

“It’s cold,” he answered. "I missed your warmth," he added, his voice a low murmur that carries the weight of unspoken feelings. "It's cold without you."

You swallow hard, the words catching a lump in your throat. "I couldn't sleep," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed some tea.”

Joel steps closer, the dim light casting shadows on his face. "I know things have been... different lately. Distant. I don't want it to be like this."

Here it comes: another lie to cage you.

You look down at your tea, the steam swirling like confusion in your mind. You look down at your tea, the steam swirling like confusion in your mind.

“Do you love me?” you asked.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Of course I love you.” He assured you. “Life just got complicated, I guess. Work, responsibilities... but that's no excuse. I've let us drift apart, and I'm sorry."

You meet his eyes, searching for the truth in them. "I miss us," you admit, your voice breaking. "I miss what we had."

Joel reached out, his hand warm as it covered yours. Promising something without evoking words, as if his touch would be able to evoke the fire you used to feel when his hand touched your skin.

“You can go back to bed,” you said, breaking the suffocating silence settled between the two of you. “I’ll drink my tea first.”

Joel hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

You watched him walk back up the stairs, each step heavy with the weight of unspoken promises and unresolved tensions. The quiet in the kitchen seemed even more profound after he left. You took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the tea seep into your hands, trying to find comfort in its simplicity.

The minutes stretched on as you sipped your tea, your thoughts swirling like the steam rising from the cup. When the tea was gone, you washed the cup and placed it on the counter, taking one last moment to collect yourself before heading back upstairs.

When you entered the bedroom, Joel was already lying on his side of the bed, his back to you. You slipped under the covers; the sheets cooled against your skin. You turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The silence felt different now—less oppressive and more like a blank canvas waiting to be filled.

You settled into your usual spot, leaving a small gap between you and Joel. But before you could close your eyes, you felt him shift. He turned towards you, his arms reaching out and wrapping around your middle. It was a tentative embrace, but it was the first sign of love he had shown you in a while.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the familiar warmth of his body against yours. You relaxed into his hold, feeling the weight of his arm around you and the steady beat of his heart against your back.

"I miss this," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

You placed your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I miss it too," you replied softly.

In the quiet of the night, wrapped in Joel's arms, you felt a flicker of hope. The path to healing and rediscovering each other would be long, but in that moment, you both took a step towards it.

The next morning, you woke up feeling the absence of Joel's warmth beside you. The space where he had lain was cool, and the sheets were undisturbed. You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and sat up. As you looked around the room, you noticed Joel at the foot of the bed, quietly packing a suitcase.

A pang of confusion and worry shot through you. "Joel?" you called softly, your voice still heavy with sleep. "What's going on?"

Joel looked up, his expression a mix of guilt and resignation. "I'm leaving for the conference," he said, zipping up the suitcase with a firm pull.

Your heart sank. "What?" you asked, trying to make sense of the situation. "You didn't tell me you had a conference."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I’m sorry. It came up last minute, and I didn't want to worry you."

"But you're just leaving now? Without saying anything until now?" The hurt in your voice was palpable, the sense of déjà vu from last night's conversation lingering in the air.

Joel's eyes softened with regret. "I should have told you sooner. I didn't handle it well. I'm going with my boss, and we'll be back in a few days."

Your mind raced, trying to process his words. "Going with your boss? Why didn't you tell me about this before?" You knew he was saying the truth, and you had come to the conclusion that all the affection he showed you last night was pretending to ease you.

He hesitated, the silence stretching uncomfortably. "It’s been hectic at work, and honestly, I didn't want to add more stress to everything."

You stood up, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to shield against the emotional chill. "We talked last night about making more time for each other, and now you're leaving without a word."

Joel stepped closer, reaching out to touch your arm. "I know, and I promise we'll talk more when I get back. I want to work on us, really."

You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for sincerity. "I hope to be here for when you come back.”

"Don’t be like this, please," Joel replied, his voice tinged with regret. "I don't want to lose you, not after everything."

You forced a small smile, though it felt hollow. "Just be honest with me, Joel. About everything."

He nodded, his expression earnest. "I will. I promise."

With a heavy heart, you watched as Joel gathered his things and headed for the door. As it closed behind him, the emptiness of the house seemed to swallow you whole. You sank onto the couch, feeling lost and alone in the wake of his departure.

As the minutes stretched into hours, you found yourself unable to shake the nagging feeling of doubt that had settled in the pit of your stomach. Joel's sudden departure, coupled with his vague explanations, left you feeling unsettled and suspicious.

You paced the empty rooms of the house, your thoughts spiraling out of control. What if Joel wasn't really at a conference? What if he was with her and the secretary you knew had feelings for him?

The mere thought sent a surge of anger and betrayal coursing through you. You had noticed the way she looked at Joel and the way she always seemed to find excuses to be near him. And now, with Joel gone on this supposed trip, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

You grabbed your phone, your fingers trembling as you scrolled through your contacts. Should you call him? Text him?

But before you could make a decision, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The lack of sleep, coupled with the emotional turmoil of the morning, left you feeling drained and defeated.

You sank onto the couch, burying your face in your hands. Tears threatened to spill over, but you fought to hold them back. You couldn't let yourself fall apart, not now.

As you sat on the couch, overwhelmed by exhaustion and emotion, a sudden surge of determination washed over you. You couldn't just sit there, stewing in your doubts and fears. You needed answers, and you needed them now.

With trembling hands, you grabbed your phone and quickly searched for Joel's location. Your heart pounded in your chest as the GPS map pinpointed his whereabouts—an upscale hotel here in the city, not at all where he had claimed to be.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Joel wasn't at a conference. He was right here, in the same city as you, but he had lied to you.

You were someone who, until recently, he had shared secrets with, and now he was keeping them from you.

Despite the exhaustion and emotional turmoil, a fierce determination burned within you to confront him and demand answers.

With shaky hands, you dialed a taxi, your mind racing with a mixture of anger, hurt, and disbelief. How could Joel, someone you had shared your deepest secrets with, now keep such a significant secret from you?

As you waited for the taxi to arrive, the minutes felt like hours, each passing second amplifying the turmoil within you. But you refused to let the uncertainty consume you. You needed to know the truth, even if it shattered the facade of your relationship.

Finally, the taxi pulled up outside your house, and you climbed inside, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The ride to the hotel felt interminable, the streets passing by in a blur as your thoughts swirled in a tempest of emotion.

When you arrived, you paid the fare and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heat of your anger. The imposing facade of the hotel loomed before you, a silent witness to the unfolding drama of your life.

As you entered the lobby of the hotel, your heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. You couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at you, driving you forward with a relentless need for answers.

Just as you were about to approach the reception desk to inquire about Joel's room, your phone buzzed in your pocket. With trembling hands, you retrieved it, seeing Joel's name flashing on the screen.

For a moment, you hesitated, your thumb hovering over the answer button. But then, steeling yourself for whatever confrontation awaited you, you pressed accept.

"Hello?" you said, your voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within you.

"Hey, babe," Joel's voice came through the line, sounding casual and unconcerned. "Just checking in. How’s Sarah? How's your evening going?"

Your grip tightened on the phone, anger bubbling up inside you at his nonchalant tone. "She is good; everything is fine," you replied tersely. "Just fine."

Joel seemed oblivious to your tone as he continued to chatter about the conference, complaining about how boring it was and how tedious it was to spend time with his boss.

As he prattled on, your mind raced with conflicting emotions. On one hand, his words seemed to confirm his alibi—unless, of course, he was lying through his teeth. On the other hand, his casual dismissal of your concerns only fueled your suspicions.

When he finally paused to take a breath, you seized the opportunity to interject. "Joel, where are you right now?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and you held your breath, waiting for his response.

"I'm still at the conference," he said finally, his voice tinged with confusion. "Why? What's going on?"

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your composure. "I see," you said through gritted teeth. "Well, have fun at your conference, Joel. Goodbye."

As you sat in the lobby, the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Doubt gnawed at you, eating away at your resolve as you questioned whether you had been mistaken about Joel's whereabouts. Maybe he really was at the conference, and you were letting your suspicions get the better of you.

Just as you were about to give up and leave, your gaze drifted toward the entrance of the hotel. And there, walking through the doors, was Joel, his arm wrapped around the waist of his secretary, her laughter echoing in the cavernous lobby.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you watched them, your heart plummeting to the pit of your stomach. You felt like you had been punched in the gut, the air knocked out of your lungs as the truth stared you in the face.

Joel's eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, his face went white as if he had seen a ghost. You felt a surge of anger and betrayal wash over you, your knees threatening to give out beneath you.

As the truth of Joel's betrayal hit you like a freight train, panic seized hold of you, squeezing your chest in a vice-like grip. The world seemed to spin around you, and you struggled to catch your breath as waves of nausea washed over you.

One of the receptionists noticed your distress and hurried over to offer assistance. "Are you alright, miss? Can I help you?" they asked, their voice laced with concern.

You could only shake your head, unable to form coherent words as tears welled up in your eyes.

But before you could fully process what was happening, Joel appeared, his face etched with panic and concern. "Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" he exclaimed, rushing to your side and reaching out to steady you.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him, the betrayal stabbing at you like a knife. "Don't touch me," you choked out, recoiling from his touch as if it burned.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, unchecked and unbidden, as you struggled to find the words to convey the depth of your anguish. "How could you?" you whispered, your voice breaking with pain. "How could you do this to me?"

His eyes widened in realization, and for a moment, you saw the flicker of guilt and regret flash across his features. "I can explain," he began, but you couldn't bear to hear his excuses.

The pain was too raw and overwhelming, and you felt like you were drowning in a sea of hurt and confusion. With trembling limbs, you pushed yourself to your feet, shaking off Joel's attempts to console you as you stumbled towards the exit.

"I need to get out of here," you muttered, your voice hollow and distant as you fled from the scene of your heartbreak.

As you stumbled towards the exit, Joel's voice followed you, pleading and desperate. "Wait, please, just let me explain," he called out, his footsteps echoing in the empty lobby as he chased after you.

But you couldn't bear to listen to his excuses; you couldn't stand the sight of him after his betrayal. Anger bubbled up within you, a fierce fire burning away the remnants of the love you had once felt for him.

When you reached the cool night air outside, you turned to face him, your chest heaving with emotion. "Explain?" you spat, the word bitter on your tongue. "What could you possibly say to justify this?"

Joel's expression was a mask of guilt and regret as he reached out to touch your arm, but you jerked away from him, the sting of his betrayal still fresh in your mind. "I made a mistake," he began, his voice pleading. "I never meant to hurt you."

"You never meant to hurt me?" You scoffed, incredulous. "You lied to me, Joel. You betrayed my trust and our relationship. How could you think that wouldn't hurt me?"

He took a step closer, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I know I messed up, but please give me a chance to make it right. I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to fix this."

But his words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the roar of anger and pain that filled your mind. "I don't want to hear it," you spat. “I gave you six years of my life to you!” you sobbed. “Six years wasted on you, you fucking asshole!” you began to hit in the chest.

With a surge of emotion, you lashed out, your fists pounding against his chest with a force fueled by years of love and betrayal. Each blow was a release, a cathartic expression of the pain and anger that consumed you.

But even as you struck out at him, the tears streaming down your face, you knew that no amount of violence could erase the pain of his betrayal. And as Joel stood before you, his face contorted with remorse, you realized that the love you had once felt for him was now nothing more than a bitter memory.

With tears still staining your cheeks, you turned away from Joel, your heart heavy with the weight of his betrayal. Every step felt like a struggle as you made your way back home, the echoes of your confrontation with Joel still ringing in your ears.

As you entered the familiar surroundings of your home, you felt a sense of overwhelming exhaustion wash over you. But there was no time to rest, no respite from the storm of emotions raging within you.

With a heavy sigh, you began to gather your belongings, each item a painful reminder of the life you had built with Joel. Your hands trembled as you packed your clothes and personal effects, the tears flowing freely as you grappled with the reality of your shattered dreams.

In the midst of your turmoil, the sound of the door opening drew your attention, and you turned to see Joel standing in the doorway, his face a mask of desperation and remorse. "Please, don't leave," he pleaded, his voice breaking with emotion. "I'm sorry; I'll do anything to make things right."

But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him; you couldn't bear to see the pain and betrayal reflected in his eyes. With a heavy heart, you turned away, focusing on the task at hand as you continued to pack your things.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze of your thoughts, and you looked up to see Sarah standing in the doorway, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

But before you could respond, Joel stepped forward, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Sarah, we had a disagreement," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "But I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation to her, but you squared your shoulders and turned to face Joel and Sarah. "I'm leaving," you said, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions raging within you. "I need some time to figure things out, but I'll always be here for Sarah.”

With that, you gathered your belongings and made your way to the door, leaving behind the shattered remnants of the life you had once known. As you stepped out into the night, the weight of your decision hung heavy around you, but deep down, you knew that it was the only choice you could make.

As you stepped outside, the cool night air washed over you, but there was no relief from the turmoil raging within. Joel's footsteps echoed behind you, his desperate pleas falling on deaf ears as you continued to walk away.

"Please, just listen to me," Joel begged, his voice thick with emotion.

But you couldn't bear to hear his words; you couldn't stand the sight of him after his betrayal. With a surge of anger and frustration, you whirled around to face him, your hand connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap.

The sound of the slap echoed in the stillness of the night, a resounding declaration of your pain and betrayal. Joel staggered back, his hand flying to his stinging cheek as he stared at you in shock.

"How dare you?" You spat, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. "How dare you come after me, after what you've done?"

You turned away from Joel, refusing to let him see the depth of your pain. Without another word, you continued to walk away, leaving him standing alone in the darkness.

As you disappeared into the night, the sting of your slap still lingering on his cheek, Joel knew that he had lost you for good.

Your prayers have been answered by God.

[vscabarca]

hii could you write about gavi where he falls for the social media manager (owner) of the barcelona insta page and she likes to post a lot about gavi where she kinda crushes on him and he notices and messages the barca acc abt it and asks for her main account since he is interested and likes to see what she looks like after seeing her he immediately falls for her

social media manager - pablo gavi

summary: gavi wants to know who‘s the new admin of the official Fc Barcelona Instagram account after the admin lowkey crushes over him. here is p2!

genre: fluff

a/n: sorry anon for waiting so long…😔 hope you like it still!!

———

„Our social media manager is all over our golden boy here!“ Out of all people, it just had to be Ferran saying that. Even though Gavi wasn’t the youngest in the team anymore, they still treated him like their little brother. Besides aggressive hugs, soft kicks to his butt and playful banter against him, Gavi was more and more teased for his frequent appearance on the official Instagram page of the club.

Nobody really knew who managed the account, the players only knew Sarah took the pictures but didn’t edit or post them.

„Stop, it’s not that serious, I‘m just the fan favorite.“ Gavi countered, knowing how to handle their stupid jokes and did no longer erupt into the angry bird he was known for.

But lately it gnawed on him. It was true, he appeared more and more on their Instagram page after the club announced a change in their social media department, and it almost seemed like there were new faces behind it.

15 october

fcbarcelona: Gavi shoots Spain to the 2024 Euros!🥳 felicitationes Gavi and sefutbol!!

14 february

fcbarcelona: besitos for people who celebrate valentines day!💓💌🎀 ps Gavi i‘m single… xoxo-admin

13 may

fcbarcelona: happy gavi in practice? = happy admin😁⚽️

23 may

fcbarcelona: 1-10 how do you like Gavi‘s new haircut? I’d give him a 11🤭

21 june

fcbarcelona: when Gavi hears you haven’t bought a match ticket for the pre-season tour yet… (don’t worry Gavito I bought one😇) xoxo-admin

27 july

fcbarcelona: Gavi is ready for pre-season in the US, are you?😍 Get your tickets here! www.fcbarcelonatickets.com

The posts these past half year earned much more publicity due to your unhinged and funny captions. People loved this side, a more humerous and silly atmosphere than your rivals.

You were not even twenty, stumbling across this job by chance as you scrolled through various job descriptions.

You always loved the football club, so this was your opportunity to start a career in that sport.

Did you have a little crush on Barça‘s number six? Yes, but to defend yourself, as said before, people loved it. It also felt great knowing no one knew who was behind the account, only your friends and co-workers knew.

It was a sunny day in Barcelona, you were about to work on some posts for the US Tour when Sarah stumbled inside your office.

„You won’t believe this.“ She beamed, shaking her head in disbelief. You noticed her phone in her hands with Instagram open on her screen.

„What, did Messi finally reply to your DM‘s?“ You joked, knowing Sarah was obsessed with the Argentine and used every opportunity to text him.

„No then I wouldn’t walk in so casually, but someone did text me… about you.“ You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her last words, not understanding why anyone would text your work colleague about you.

„Huh? What do you mean? Why would they text you about me?“ You questioned while Sarah just sat there with a grin on her face.

„Because he wants to know who runs the FC Barcelona Instagram account.“

Huh? You were even more confused now. Why would anyone want to know who posted these hilarious and often badly edited photos?

„Who?“

„Gavi.“

You almost had an heart attack hearing his name.

„Pablo Gavi texted you about me? Omg is he angry with what I‘ve been posting? Or doesn’t he like how-”

Sarah interrupted your stream of words, telling you to relax while she laughed at your reaction.

„Quite the opposite! Let me show you.“ She scooted closer, handing over her phone.

pablogavi

Hi sarah, its gavi from the team😁 I was wondering who’s behind all these funny posts about me on our page on Instagram? Could you tell me who makes these posts? thanks!

„Oh my god, you didn’t tell him it’s me, right?“ You were blushing once you read his message, feeling extremely embarrassed about the whole situation.

„Of course I did, I gave him your private Instagram.“ Sarah said as if it was the most normal thing to do.

Your eyes went wide, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth once you realized Gavi knew who has been thirsting over him these last months.

Before you could scold her and go crazy, Sarah excused herself, saying her break was long over.

„Oops, well Y/n my break is over. See you soon and have fun with Gavi!“ She winked.

„You‘re dead I swear!“ You shouted after her with a laugh, still not believing she did what she did. Now you were even too scared to look at your phone until work was over.

———

Gavi sent that message right before a morning session, hoping he‘d get an answer once Flick would release them for lunch. Logically, it had to be a girl. Of course it could also be a guy, which would be no problem at all, but imagining it being a girl around his age made everything more exciting.

What would he even do once he knew who you were? He couldn’t just follow your with his normal account, he basically had to do it with his private one. These thoughts got quickly out of his head once he was hit by a football. His friends made fun of him for being absent and he even felt embarrassed, even though none of them knew what he was thinking about.

After practice, waiting for everyone to leave the locker room, Gavi looked at his DM‘s seeing Sarah had already answered him.

He immediately clicked on the @, seeing your private account pop up.

He could only see your profile picture, but he felt like he was hit by cupids arrow immediately after he looked at you.

You looked beautiful, hair flowing freely and a cute smile covering your face as you took the selfie.

Just when Gavi thought he was alone for once, Pedri realized he forgot his phone and went back to the locker room. He had never seen his friend so scared, Gavi even dropped his phone to the ground. After Pedri first laughed at his reaction, he picked the phone up for his friend, only to see a cute girl across his phone screen.

„Who is this?!“ Pedri said teasingly. He knew Gavi wasn’t keen on talking about girls with his friends, that’s something he‘d rather kept to himself.

„Swear on god to not tell Fermin or Ferran, otherwise the whole team knows within ten minutes.“ Gavi scolded, pointing his finger at him. He knew there was no point in hiding it from Pedri, maybe he could help him out.

Pedri innocently put his hands up, saying he wouldn’t tell anyone.

„She’s Barça‘s Instagram admin. I thought the posts about me were funny but I wanted to know who the person was behind. Sarah gave me her @, and that’s her who you’re looking at.“ Gavi explained simply, waiting for an answer.

„She’s pretty.“ Pedri only said, agreeing with Gavi.

„She is. What should I do?“

„What do you wanna do?“ His friend countered. He wanted to know what Gavi‘s intentions were before he said something.

„Well at first I was just curious who the person is, but now I think I have a crush on her after looking at that picture.“ Pedri next to him snorted at first, but once he realized he was serious, he said what every friend would say.

„Text her. Tell her you think her posts are funny, then ask her out.“

„Isn’t that a bit weak to just text her? Aren’t girls more impressed when the guy comes up to her in person?“ Gavi asked. He had a point, but you would like anything he does if we’re honest…

„I mean she does work here too… you can always go to her office and talk to her.“ Pedri suggested, even though he was surprised that Gavi would even do such a thing for a girl.

The following day after afternoon practice, Gavi still thought about you and decided to come by your office, hoping you’d still be here.

He softly knocked at the door, peeking inside to see you look up from your laptop. Surprised was an understatement, you were shocked to say the least.

„You must be Y/n right?“ Gavi asked, stepping inside a bit before you invited him over to you.

„Yeah! Come in, can I help you with something?“ You said, trying to be as professional as possible even though you were trembling on the inside once Gavi stood in front of you.

„You’re Barça‘s social media admin right?“ He said with a small smile on his face.

„I am, Sarah told me you‘ve been looking for me. I‘m sorry if I offended you in any way-” You were cut off by Gavi, telling you he loved your posts.

„No, no don’t worry, me and my friends love them, we always have a good laugh.“ Gavi assured you, taking a seat on the stool opposite your desk.

„Then I‘m glad. Don’t worry I‘m not crazy or anything but the people like my work. Not that you think I‘m some kind of weird fan girl.“ He had to laugh at your words, his head falling back while you joined in laughing.

„No, I get it, it’s good for Barça‘s marketing.“ He joined in with the jokes, creating a great atmosphere between you two.

„Was there a specific reason you wanted to know who the admin was?“ You asked genuinely curious after you just shared a good laugh.

„Well, my friends and I always joked about your posts about me and I was just wondering who was behind it. And once Sarah gave me your personal Instagram account I realized you are a very pretty girl, so I decided to pay you a visit.“ Gavi‘s cheeks grew red at his little confession, but he soon was more confident once he saw how flustered you got.

„That’s very sweet of you, thank you.“ You answered with a smile, having to break the eye contact out of nerves. The guy half of Spain adored just called you pretty. Huh?!

„And I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime? Maybe eat dinner or something like that.“ Gavi asked, fidgeting with his shirt. You immediately started beaming, feeling your cheeks heat up.

„I‘d love to go out with you, yes.“ You said, smiling softly as you saw him grin too.

„Great, I‘ll text you. Is Friday at seven good? I can pick you up.“ He got up from his seat, making you get up too.

„That’s perfect, see you on Friday.“ You accompanied him to the door, leaning on the doorframe seeing him turn around to give you a gentle hug.

„See you on Friday hermosa.“

[shellxrls]

firm believe that pope (and occasionally john b) taught jj hygiene bcs heyward would NOT let jj into the house smelling that that

💌 anon

AWE WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE !! i love this idea actually and i fully support it. reminds me of when jj had no family supporting him after john b and sarah supposedly ‘died’ after sailing into the storm and heyward hugged jj :((

[sebsxphia]

pre outbreak joel x babysitter 😇

dear anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!! your mind!!!!!!!! lemme kiss it so hard rn!!!!!!!! @rhettabbotts are you seeing this rn?? i’m SICK

i can imagine joel getting a babysitter often with the nature of his work and late hours. he’s tried multiple babysitters and some just didn’t work out, until he came across you. you were kind, sweet and patient with sarah and with him.

you never got mad if he had to work longer and asked you to stay later. you could tell he truly wanted the best for sarah and he was doing it all for her. he would insist to drive you home, even after long days and occasionally he let you sleep in his bed whilst he slept on the sofa when it was too late to drive you home.

he was a true southern gentleman, but it was the sleeping in his bed, smelling his thick aftershave and his shampoo that made you fall for him.

once or twice he had to sneak into his bedroom to retrieve some clothes and he caught a glimpse of you lying in his bed. the sight nearly made his heart give in and his dick hard.

you were lying partly on your stomach with one leg hitched up to your stomach and the other laying flat, curving your ass perfectly in his old gym shorts. your tight tank top was riding up so he could see your bare back and he could hear your soft little snores.

oh god how he wanted to clamber into bed with you and wake you up with his mouth, hear your sweet moans and feel how you pushed yourself against his stubbled jaw.

giggling so hard rn, thank you so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! 💌

[amournoir]

𝐕-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝜗𝜚

happy valentine’s and galentine’s day!! this event will last from 11th-17th! NOW CLOSED.

here are my rules for this event:

ᰔ must be 18+ to send any nsfw request & no anons

ᰔ send as many requests but only 1 at a time

❦ will only write for these characters: {obx…jj maybank, sarah cameron} , {tvdu…elijah mikaelson, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson} , {henry & co…clark kent, geralt, napoleon solo}

💌 can’t help falling in love w you: sfw oneshot w/ character (👀 list)

╰┈➤ elijah ( 🎀) • rafe c (🖤) • kol (Jas) •

💌 chains n whips excite me: nsfw oneshot w/ character (👀 list)

╰┈➤ elijah (Lissa) • rafe (😈) • sarah (🩰) •

💌 always remember us this way: moodboard w/ character (👀 list)

╰┈➤ jj maybank (H) •

ᰔ tagging all valentines:

@blueicequeen19 @buckyysdoll @catmikaelson20 @cottontears @delicate-moon-princess @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @geralts-yenn @hopes-wife @jjsbank444 @klaustopia @klausysworld @loverswillowed @moremaybank @miasmultifandomdump @mrs-maximoff-kenner @mxacegrey @original-siphon @onlyfreds @panic-at-the-fiction @rafetopia @rafesthroatbaby @rafesmuse @ranising @slinthoex @spike-and-angels-gf @spnandtvdudeservedbetter @sweetestdesire @tinyluvs @thatfictionalwh0re @wholoveseggs + anyone else who’d like to join!

[torturedtypewritersdept]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

hi little angel ♡︎ welcome to my safe space! 

Before you continue reading please know + understand that this blog is NSFW + strictly 18+; completely not suitable for minors. this means if you are not at least 18 years old, do not follow or interact with me. I will block you.in addition, before you send absolutely any request in for blurbs/nsfw content, please make sure to view this post. this post was inspired by @venuslore, who has the best aesthetics around this little space.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬:

☾ requests are currently open, however, they will be answered in order. Because of this, it may take me a bit longer than usual to get to yours, so please be patient with me!

☾ current writing schedule: every tuesday, thursday + friday a blurb or chapter of a series is posted, these days are often used from my own delusions or series' updates. If there is more than one series going on at once then these days can vary. please keep in my that I work full-time + I am a chronically ill person, not a machine, so this schedule can change from time to time.

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠'𝐬:

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𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋: {dean winchester}

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: {bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, peter parker, etc.}

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ reader inserts only {there are very few characters that I will write together that are not reader inserts. some examples are: mike ross x harvey specter + jj maybank x rafe cameron, sarah cameron x john b. these reader inserts are strictly fem!reader, plus size friendly.}

✰ requests not related to current series or projects will be answered in the form of blurbs + one-shots.

✰ fluff (cute moments, kisses, cuddling, dates, etc.)

✰ angst {h/c, injuries, anxiety, etc.}

✰ smut {smut is only written as part of a storyline, I do not write porn without a plot. here are some things I'm comfortable with writing: consensual sex, oral sex, handjobs, fingering, p in v, breeding, dom/sub, alpha/omega, voyeurism, exhibitionism, orgasm control, cockwarming.}

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄:

✰ sensitive topics {infertility, abortion, physical/mental/sexual abuse, mental health issues, self harm, etc.}

✰ smut {ddlg, foot play, age play, age regression, non-con, dub-con, rape, rape play, sadism/masochism, race play, bondage, incest, pedophilia, sweat play, etc.}

✰ reader's insert exceptions {these reader inserts I am choosing not to write simple because I do not know what it's like to be in their shoes + I would not be able to do them justice; trans!reader, gn!reader, male!reader.}

[jadeee]

Im fine honey sure Hope your day have been good as well -Sarah

:) it's 730 am but so far so good

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Now that it’s a well-established fact that I live in a perpetual chan brainrot, here’s some hard dom! Channie that had been away at tour for months turning back to pleasure dom! Channie once he sees the your bones being much more prominent than before because I’m an insecure little bitch who just needs some comfort but doesn’t have any irl. I missed flooding your inbox with my ramblings lol

The origins for this come from the average brainrot texts I send my bestie, which quote-unquote today was:

I want christopher to ask me to open up big and wide for him and show my tongue out, have him grab it and say, “my throat, my tongue, my plaything and my little fuck toy, and i get to do whatever i want with it and it doesn't get to make a single noise. I hope my rag doll understands that yeah?”

Now you see, Chan does have a tiny thing with anger, but over the years he has managed to learn to know where he must keep it in, public appearances, at the company, broadcasts and anywhere else he needs. But getting rid of that fury that he feels when things don’t go his way a bit too much for a period long enough for him to be raging with clenched fists becomes a problem. This, is kinda where you step in, his problem solver, his savior, his girl. Even after coming back from tour, his work had him preoccupied to the point that an hour at the company twice the past week was all you’d gotten from him. You didn’t have many complaints tho, you knew he’d come around eventually, but the slow buildup of his frustration was kinda concerning for you could see it right through.

Chan wanted his girl with him and this was as straightforward as it could get. It wasn’t fair for you to cum only over videocall with him and he’s gone too long without feeling your throat and your cunt around his dick and his hand just doesn’t cut it anymore. He needs to hold you, he needs your skin on his, your mouth on him, he needs you in your flesh, atleast for a few days if not for the forever he wishes he could have.

In plain words, at the 2-week mark of him being back, chan snapped.

The track wasn’t coming along the way he wanted, the company had more feedback than he’d like for the new album concept, he hadn’t been able to workout, his hair won’t go the way he wanted to, and everything felt plain wrong. He’d thought that maybe talking to you would help him but your replies had been a bit too short for him to believe everything was right and you being the avid masker you were, chan really couldn’t figure out what was wrong because you just refused to give it away. Chan felt like he couldn’t reach you anymore and it made him disappointed and livid at his own circumstance in equal proportions. What really pushed his buttons was when you asked him to stay at the dorms instead and rest when he’d probably just be coming back running to yours if he could. That was it, chan was livid and as much as he wanted to feel sorry for you to be at the receiving end of things, he knew how much you’d love him like this, from well previous.. encounters.

Chan opens the door to your apartment and slams it shut behind him, clothing and everything coming off from the moment he’s in the hallway. He looks for you everywhere to find you on your desk in your bedroom, getting through with some work mails, clad in a bit too large of a button up and underwear, and chan’s shorts maybe just feel a bit uncomfortable.

Clearly taken aback from the sudden intrusion, your eyes widen up a bit when you look up at him, and before you could ask him about his sudden appearance, he just silently makes his way to your bed and sits down by the edge of it. When you turn in your chair to look at him, he’s resting on his left palm behind him, right hand beckoning you over.

“can you come here for me baby?”

You obey, the “dark aura surrounding chan when he’s mad” theory proving itself to its uttermost extent and you know what might be coming your way, which you’d gladly accept any time.

“on your knees baby, mouth wide and open for me”

You do as you’re told, but when you’re about to remove your glasses, chan’s orders for you to keep them on, give you an inkling of how pent up he’d been, with the slight tremble of his palm when it was against your cheek, asking you to open up nice and wide for him and to show him your tongue. Chris did notice the lack of the usual chubbiness of your cheek, your facial bones much more prominent under his big palm, but he chose not to comment then, storing it for later. Your tongue out and spread for him distracts him again which he grabs between his thumb and index finger,

“my throat, my tongue, my plaything and my little fuck toy, and i get to do whatever I want with it and it doesn't get to make a single noise. I hope my rag doll understands that yeah?”

You nod simply, the power of speech taken away from you quite literally. Chan’s heavy cock lays against your tongue, and chan checks with you once more while intertwining his hand with yours, and you squeezing it back giving him the reassurance he needed to go on. And he does, hard.

Chan shoves his cock deep down your throat in a very quick move, making you gag with the intensity but it not being something you couldn’t handle or haven’t done before. Tears form up in your eyes and which you presume from the push of his dick against the back of your throat and so does he, but you loose track of when they become actual tears, result of the heavy weight on your chest you felt everytime you saw a mirror in the past 2 months. Not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not good enough was all you’d hear in your head everytime you caught your reflection. You hold back your tears as best as you could and you seem to do a good job at it when you look at your boyfriend with his eyes shut close and head lolled back in pleasure. He finishes finally, leaving his essence down your throat and pulls out, stroking away the tears that had formed streaks down your cheeks, and decided to not stop, without the physical force of chan being down your throat. The tears come down in full force and don’t stop and chris mentally slaps himself hard enough to cause a concussion, in his head for not checking in with you verbally earlier. He picks you up from where you were in your spot and sits you down onto his lap, hand stroking your back and other hand moving up and down your thigh to soothe you is when it hits him.

He realizes that he’s done enough of making presumptions for the night and asks you, “ what is it baby? What’s gotten my pretty girl so upset? What’s wrong ?” when you reply with a “just missed you that’s all” , Chan realizes you’re not going to give in easily this time. He lets you cry a bit more, holding you, cradling our head against his chest, comforting you to his best but to no avail. There’s only one way he thinks could work his way now.

“little one? Can daddy see his pretty girl for a second? He has a question.”

You finally look up at him, though still scared if he’s still not going to be happy with you and if he’s just about to leave back to the dorms to leave you alone, if he finally realised how he could have someone better and how disgus-

“where did daddy’s friends go baby?”

You definitely did not expect that, and your sound of confusion had made it clear to him that he had to continue. “ you see love, I had some good friends here, around your pretty tummy, around your thighs, your gorgeous face, your beautiful arms, so squishy and so so cute. I know you were going to the gym but it’s unbelievable to me for them to go away this quickly angel, and you never said anything about them either, tell me what’s going on hm?” Chan almost winces in pain when he feels the bones around your hips that he hadn’t ever before, and your tears well up again. Chan thinks he might be hearing things when you say you thought he’d like you better this way and he’d like you more if you looked better for him but one look in your eye and he knows whatever he hears, is very much real, and all of the past few months and the signs he missed come crashing down to him.

“Gorgeous? look at me?”

Your glazed eyes look into his brown ones before he continues “ angel, I love your body regardless of anything. And I mean anything. I love you for you hm? And your amazing body is a part of you and I can’t not love anything about you. Daddy loves everything your body has, your pretty plush thighs, your tummy rolls, your squishy arms, your chubby cheeks, everything. If you want to change the way you look I’ll be by your side through it, but if its for what you just said, I’d not change a nanometre about you lovely. Can I show my pretty girl how much she means to me now?”

A nod too quick and Chan turns you around in his hold, getting rid of your underwear for you and praising every inch of your skin that he could grab on. ” Pretty mole, pretty spot, gorgeous stretch marks, don’t you think they look like rivers baby? Such a magnificent fucking body and how dare your head let you think so low of it? My beautiful fucking queen, my majestic woman” Chan’s words had you tearing up again, but from happiness, and your tears fell free again. When you reassure him it was you being happy, Chan holds your head against the crook of his neck, lining you up against him, teasing your drippy slit with it, and sinking you down on his cock. You tried to move up but your man’s grip stopped you from moving an inch. Chan shifts back on the bed with you in his hold and brings his knees up, making you look at him once again.

“let me do all the work baby, I need to make sure every fibre of your being knows how madly in love I’m with you”

I shall now go to sleep and wake up to the consequences of this madness later

yours faithfully

-💌

Wow- I’m actually speechless and crying….. thank you?

I loveeeeeeeeee angsty smut it’s some of my favorite fics/drabbles to read. This one hit extra hard though, more so than others, and the comfort????? It’s so good :( everything about this is perfect bubby, thank you so much for sharing this with me <3

[captivemuses]

Gosh, Sarah! It really has been years! All of which have been wonderful. I’m very thankful we share so many fandoms even if they shift overtime. It’s nice to have that sense of consistency on the dash. I read your responses to things a lot of the time because I know I’ll enjoy them, so I guess I’m a bit of a silent fan but always present dndndjd. I’m thankful for your presence here and for all the memories we’ve shared. You’re awesome as both a person and a writer, and we’re very fortunate to have you on the dash! Let it be known you were one of the people who got me to watch TR because you hot me to ship Drakemma before I even knew who they were 😌

Reblog this post if you want nice and positive anons in your inbox! 💌

[yellowheart-anon]

i want to give a big big shoutout to my love @margaetyrell for your kindness, supportive words, and always being there to listen. you have such a beautiful heart and i absolutely adore you!

wow! theres a lot of love for @margaetyrell on here tonight and rightfully so!!! i couldnt have put it better! sarah, you are everything to this corner of the internet and we are so blessed to have you here 💛💛💛

send me an ask (anon or not) complimenting another blogger 💌

[dear-indies]

hello! i’ve been trying to find alts for julia garner since she came out as a zionist, but i’m having a difficult time. could i please get some alts for her, preferably with curly hair? thank you so much!

Sofia Black-D'Elia (1991) Ashkenazi Jewish / Italian.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - has spoken up for Palestine!

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Iranian Jewish - uses she/they - was raised by a Muslim father and a Jewish mother, is Muslim - has spoken up for Palestine!

Josette Maskin / MUNA (1994) Jewish - is queer and nonbinary (she/they) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Dylan Gelula (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - has spoken up for Palestine!

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German - has spoken up for Palestine!

also:

Nicola Coughlan (1987) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Vanessa Kirby (1988)

Rakeen Saad (1989) Jordanian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Gratiela Brancusi (1989) Romani and Greek Romanian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Dina Shihabi (1989) Palestinian, Saudi / Haitian, Norwegian, German.

Elizabeth Debicki (1990)

Stefanie Martini (1990) - is bisexual - has spoken up for Palestine!

Katie Findlay (1990) English, Hongkonger, Portuguese-Macanese, Scottish - is queer (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Rose Matafeo (1992) Samoan / White - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jess Bush (1992) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Naomi McPherson / MUNA (1993) West Indian and Irish - is queer and nonbinary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Lucy Boynton (1994)

I hope this helps you out, anon! If anybody knows more Jewish suggestions please let me know asap and I'll update the list. 💌

[shellxrls]

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— i am an nsfw blog foremost, so don’t expect too much out of me concerning angst, fluff or otherwise. in the case of me receiving a non-smutty ask, very rarely will i ever write it; i’ll either turn it into something smutty or i might not answer it at all.

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[sebsxphia]

https://www.tumblr.com/just-4-kinkx/744480029023649792?source=share

oh look it’s pre outbreak Joel after coming home drunk to his sweet little babysitter he’s been secretly carrying on with the past few weeks.

he keeps telling himself he shouldn’t risk losing someone Sarah adores so much, but when he comes home late after Sarah is already fast asleep and you’re waiting up on the couch for him, his tipsy brain gives in and gets his hands on you right away. He’s tearing your clothes off and grasping at any bare skin in sight before tossing you over his shoulder and hauling you to his bed

“got plans for you tonight honey”

oh GOOD GOD, DEAR ANON 😵‍💫 the gif, the thot, omggggggg!

pre outbreak joel and his babysitter is my favorite trope! especially if he’s coming home a little drunk from the bar with tommy. he thinks that you look so sweet, staying up and waiting for him. he still insists to pay you for looking after sarah, but you always bat your eyelashes and insist back at him, “nope, i won't take it. i jus' need you." and that always makes him rock hard and throw all caution to the wind. his big hands are gripping, squeezing and spanking any bit of flesh that he can see, with his teeth sucking on your plump ass and kissing you harshly enough to leave purple marks. his plans for you tonight consist of him paying you back for taking care of sarah!

eheh thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌

[delicatetaylorsversion]

💌 Hi Sarah! Just wanted to reach out and say how grateful I am for your friendship and kindness on Tumblr. You are a true gem, and I'm so glad we connected on here, and I just want to say thank you for being an amazing friend! 💖

Awwww thank you so much anon 🥰 i also appreciate you so much 💕💕