#this was not proofread 😪

[omg-hellgirl]

The three* versions of why Mick Jagger slept with Pat Andrews, the mother of one of Brian Jones' children

*UPDATED: 04/03/2024.

In Mick: The Wild Life and Mad Genius of Jagger by Christopher P. Andersen, this occasion is nothing more than a frankly unimaginative but evil plan by Mick to "break" the connection between Keith and Brian that arose when they started living together.

The entire narrative is built based on a timeline in which the three already live together in 102 Edith Grove. Describing that, while Mick was studying and had classes all day, Keith and Brian were alone in the apartment, rehearsing. And when it got cold, Keith and Brian would lie down together to stay warm.

In short, the book says that Brian and Keith were very close, and Mick wanted to break them up (it is also said that Mick realized that Brian was determined to replace him with the singer P. P. Pond). Mick’s attitudes were: He seduced Pat Andrews, the mother of Brian’s son Julian, and Brian himself.

In Keith Richards' biography, Life, there is a short excerpt about the incident that completely changes the narrative of Christopher P. Andersen's book because it differs in essentials: They didn't live in 102 Edith Grove yet. According to Keith:

Mick had come back drunk one night to visit Brian, found he wasn’t there and screwed his old lady. This caused a seismic tremble, upset Brian very badly and resulted in Pat leaving him. Brian also got thrown out of his flat. Mick felt a little responsible, so he found a flat in a dismal bungalow in Beckenham, in a suburban street, and we all went to live there. It was there I went in 1962 when I left home.

In Keith's version of the incident, the three did not live together yet, and Brian was only kicked from the place he lived with Pat after she slept with Mick. Therefore, this invalidates Andersen's entire story about this.

I'm not sure how Keith knew Mick was drunk, did Mick tell him that? Questionable, to say the least.

As far as I've read, over the two beds that were at 102 Edith Grove, Keith said:

There was no fixed rotation between the two beds and a couple of mattresses. And it didn’t really matter much; usually all three of us would wake up on that floor, where we had the enormous radiogram that Brian had brought with him, a great ’50s warm-up number.

So far, there are no explicit descriptions of sharing the bed to keep warm. Although he admits that "To go through that winter of ’62 was rough. It was a cold winter."

Whether this is something he deliberately left out or if this was also an incorrect story, we can only speculate.

The third version of the story, from A. E. Hotchner's 1990 book, Blown Away: The Rolling Stones and the Death of the Sixties, collaborates with something of Christopher P. Andersen's version.

Hotchner interviewed many people, including Ian Stewart, who was part of the band's original lineup in the 60s and continued working with the Stones until his death. The following excerpt is Ian Stewart's version.

Even though he had moved to Edith Grove, Brian continued to see her and sometimes spent the night with her. Well, one afternoon Jagger came to the flat looking for Brian who wasn’t there. So Mick hung around, eventually got Pat to get into bed with him and knocked her off. Brian found out about it, of course, and from then on it was a thorn in his relationship with Mick — which, I guess, is what Mick intended. There were plenty of ready and willing girls Mick knew from the Ealing Club and the Marquee, so I figure the only reason he balled Pat, who was certainly not very attractive, was to get at Brian.

According to Ian Stewart, Mick, Brian, and Keith already lived together in Edith Grove, and Brian occasionally visited Pat, who lived alone with their son, Julian. This differs from Keith's report that they moved together after the incident between Mick and Pat. There is also no mention of Mick being drunk.

Obviously, the interview was done before Ian Stewart's death in 1985.

"The last time I saw lan Stewart, a few weeks before he died, I asked him [...]"

I'll update this post if I come across other versions.

In the end, everyone chooses what to believe, but as I am bringing excerpts from both books, I feel a bit of responsibility for pointing out the differences between them and letting everyone draw their own conclusions. That doesn't mean I'll make a post for every difference between the books, tho.

[adore-gregor]

🙄🫠

[akimiiyo]

-> JEALOUSY

⌗synopsis : genshin men when they’re jealous.

⌗characters : diluc, kaeya, albedo, zhongli, childe, baizhu, xiao, thoma, ayato, heizou, wanderer, kazuha, tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, dainsleif, dottore, pantalone, capitano, pierro.

⌗cw : gn!reader, not proofread, lowercase intended, probably ooc.

he’s a gentleman, he doesn’t get jealous often because he knows for a fact that he has nothing to worry about. you’ve never done anything that made him feel as if he had to watch out and he’s certain that you never will. although he can still get annoyed at the sight of another man flirting with you. it was his insisting even after you turned him down that angered him the most. nonetheless, he doesn’t let such people interfere with his composure. he’ll act mature and take you somewhere else once he sees that the man has no intentions of leaving you alone. as soon as you both get a moment alone together, however, he won’t hesitate to plant a few more kisses than usual. just in case, y’know?

diluc, zhongli, alhaitham, neuvillette, dainsleif, capitano.

he won’t admit it, but he gets jealous often. he doesn’t want to confront you about it because he believes it’s embarrassing and silly to feel that way. i mean, you’re his and he’s yours. you love him so much, there’s no need to worry, right? yet, he still can’t help but fume at the sight of strangers complimenting you. he can’t blame them, but he still would rather for people to be blind if that meant that they’d leave you alone. he’s aware of how unfair that would be, so he just stays quiet, either sulking or glaring at those people as you offer them a kind smile until you’re both alone where he’ll be needing your utmost attention.

xiao, albedo, thoma, kazuha, kaveh, baizhu.

he’s jealous and he’ll show it. hit on his partner? right in front of him? absolutely not. he might try to keep his calm at first, but as time passes and this scumbag is still around, he won’t hold back. not to worry, he won’t do anything extreme (unless he’s forced to do so), he just wants to make things clear to this guy. he’ll keep it simple at first, simply making subtle comments until he actually starts going straight to the point. after a while, he’ll take your arm and walk away with you, now being angrier than before. the way that guy was talking to him, but especially you, has him furious. be prepared to listen to his angry rant about that random dude. be also prepared to shut him up, you know how.

kaeya, childe, heizou, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, lyney.

this guy almost sees you as his property, his jealousy is unmatched. he won’t take anything lightly. if you’re trying to make advantages on his partner, then you’re asking for it. simple as that! he won’t let anyone think they might have a chance with you because you’re destined to be with him and only him. so obviously, he must make it clear to everybody to not even try. if someone is bold enough though, he’ll just stand beside you, piercing through this man’s soul with his icy gaze. thankfully, nothing ever escalated from that. not that he wouldn’t be capable of doing that, these poor souls simply knew better than to get against someone of that status and reputation.

ayato, dottore, pantalone, pierro.

⌗a/n : im not really proud of this, i might edit it once i have time. it’s 4am and i was supposed to be studying, but i ended up writing this instead. talk about procrastination 😪 let me know if i made any mistakes pls

want to read more? take a look at my masterlist!

©2024 akimiiyo. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

[mntozakii]

pairings: jeno x reader

i miss baek hyunwoo and hong haein so much 😪 please enjoy this cheap copy of queen of tears but make it jeno

tags: breeding kink brr, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship

note: not proofread yet so here goes nothing,,, lmk what u think !!

your grandfather owns the largest department store in the country, it comes with perks such as doing internship under your boyfriend’s department.

legal director jeno who rarely gets to see you in the office so he makes sure to send you home everyday, he waits in his car as he watches you cutely stomps to him. as soon as you get inside, you kicked off your heels and took off your coat before he starts driving.

“baby, can you believe mr. park made fun of me because i don’t know how to use a coffee machine?” oh, that must be the reason why you seem so upset, jeno softly caresses your thigh as he listens to your grumbles about your supervisor.

“there’s no way everyone in that office knows how to use one, right?” you turn around to your boyfriend, he can only chuckle hearing your question. his dearest girlfriend can be a little out of touch but jeno likes that you are always willing to listen and learn from him. in fact, you did your first ever grocery shopping with jeno. he was beyond baffled when he found out that you never do one, your family has people who keep the fridge restocked all the time.

“princess, most people know how to use a coffee machine.” jeno whispers softly before taking your hand and kisses your knuckle. he doesn’t blame you though since you practically get everything done by your maids.

“it’s okay baby, i will teach you” jeno squeezes your hand and continues to drive. you love that jeno always teach you things that you don’t know, he is always patient and kind with you.

it is friday and you always stay over at his place during the weekend. your family is not exactly happy with your decision to date him but they cannot do much, not when your grandfather defends your love life decision.

once jeno arrives home, he wastes no time to pull you closely to his body and showers you with kisses. his briefcase falls on the floor as he carries you to his room, he gently put you down before going tsk-tsk over your almost inappropriate office outfit. jeno just hates how the female staffs talk about you and how the male staffs gawk at your body like a predator.

“baby, you need to stop wearing short skirts to the office, the hr department wouldn’t like it” jeno mumbles as he takes off his tie before wrapping it around your neck like a collar, your heart beats in anticipation when jeno unbuttons your white blouse and removes each piece of clothing from your body then undresses himself.

jeno lets you to straddle him as he admires your beautiful face, he lets out a small laugh seeing the dainty diamond necklace. few months into the relationship, he remembers spending three months worth of salaries for your birthday gift as an attempt to impress you. although you seem to be happier with the really big jellycat bunny he gifted, the same bunny that is always on his bed whenever jeno fucks you into oblivion.

jeno fondles with your thighs as he lets you to take over, you play with his fresh undercut while you slowly grind your clit against his hardening cock. jeno smiles when he hears your breathy moans turns into a pathetic whine, you are going crazy with the constant poking from his tip against your sensitive bud.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you try to compose yourself, jeno hums when he notices you’re no longer rubbing yourself on him. before he says something, you quickly kiss him to shut him off. you know that he doesn’t like seeing you delay your orgasm, he loves watching you crumble. he will only delay your pleasure when he wants to punish you (which rarely happens).

“baby— ‘m too sensitive” you pout when he shakes his head in disapproval, jeno taps his fingers against your thigh as he counts to three.

“one”

“two”

you give a little whimper of protest before you start to rub yourself against him again, you heave out a sigh when your throbbing core glide on his veiny length. jeno looks down at the adorable sight of you trying to put his dick into your cunt, he playfully pinches your clit.

“let me do it for you, princess” jeno kisses your lips sweetly as he lines up his cock on your dripping pussy, he pulls you down to sit on him as his cock sinks inside of your hole.

“so fucking tight and warm” jeno mumbles as he feels your walls pulse around him, he rubs your clit in a circular motion and chuckles when you cries for more. your boyfriend holds you by your hips and thrusts up into your cunt as his thumb focuses on the tiny button of yours, your nails dig deeper into his shoulder as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. you try to push his hand away but he distracts you with a kiss,

“keep your hands off or i’ll tie them up” jeno warns before he gives a hard thrust into your dripping pussy, loud squelching noises fills the room as he keeps on fucking you. he flicks your clit again and again before giving a deep thrust into your poor pussy, he moans out when you let out a tiny squirt.

“fuck baby, does it feel that good, hmm?” jeno asks as he continues to fuck you in the same pace to reach his high, you can’t even reply to him and just nod lazily as he abuses your sensitive hole. jeno lets out a deep grunt as he shot warm ropes of semen inside of you, he pulls you to lay downside on the bed with him.

“you’d look so beautiful carrying my babies” jeno mumbles as he caresses your tummy, he just wants to breed you and make you a mommy. he pulls out to see his cum oozes out of your pussy, he groans before warming his cock inside of you again. it takes every strength of him to not start fucking you, he kisses the blade of your shoulder instead.

“should i get off the pills?” you playfully ask and laugh when he pinches your cheek. it is fun to tease jeno about his kink, he is so shameless about it.

“my baby— seriously, don’t play into my fantasy, it’s breaking my heart” jeno mumbles as he hugs you tightly. jeno knows that it’s still a long way before marriage, he also knows that your parents won’t approve it easily so he can’t get his hope up yet.

maybe someday, jeno gets to start a family with you.

[lonelyheartsmotel]

looking back i think this is the first fic i started going crazy about in the way i do lol…i just went through my archived document from when i was writing 1989 au and i had made tables and everything to keep track of references and stuff it was a Production!

because i am insatiable here’s a silly little cover for in silent screams / in wildest dreams, with accompaniment by john cage’s & llorenc barber’s music notation as featured in the fic lol

(the music is in my gigantic pinterest board for this fic)

[imisssummer]

𖤐 — PURE FILTH, nsfw, !ncest, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, brief underage mentions, breeding, vibrators, panty thief satoru, cunnilingus, slight size kink, NOT proofread, lazy ending as always 😪, i could ramble FOREVER abt big brother toru

You were like his little doppelganger his baby sister, always following him around— like a puppy dog. He loved you dearly, always dotting on you, buying you sweet treats and expensive jewelry— anything for his little princess.

You meant the world to him, since the day you were born he knew you were gonna be his. He stole your first kiss at the ripe age of thirteen, while he was only three years older. But he’s always snuck you kisses, whether it be kisses to the back of your head, or risky kisses at the corner of your mouth. But as you both grow older while in private he seems to smother you with his lips, tongue, his mouth that slowly travels down the curves of your body kissing, tonguing, and sucking.

He’s grown more ballsy with the things he pushes you to do, like the time he had you walk around the mall with a bullet vibrator up your pussy, and the remote right in his pocket. It was absolutely thrilling that day, almost as satisfying as the day you fucked in an empty Jujutsu High classroom, moans and groans could be heard all down the empty hallway. It was a wonder you didn’t get caught, it was almost like Satoru wanted to be caught with his dick between his sister's legs.

And he was the biggest pervert you’d ever know, he’d been stealing your panties since you were in high school, now pocketing the lace silk fabric without a second thought. You can’t help but scream ‘TORU’ across your entire shared apartment when you find another pare missing. You’ll be sure to find them covered in the man’s cum, and he’ll be smirking at you with that panty-dropping smile he loves flashing when he finds you staring at his mess.

But he’ll make up for it by eating you out that same night making sure to fuck you like he’s trying to say ‘I love you’ with his stroke game. He practically makes out with your pussy, the dirtiest wet sounds coming from him and your cunt, like he can’t get enough of you and the taste of your pussy, moaning into your core.

He nearly fucks you into a mating press with the way he’s bending you to his will, the stretch making you burn in the best ways possible, you press a slender finger to your clit as you move yourself against his larger body, you rub small circles into your bud as the white haired man thrusts particularly hard, making you whimper out a moan.

A white ring began to form around his cock, sticky from where you had creamed around him, the sight of it all the mess had Toru tightening his grip around your smaller body, preparing himself to shoot yet another load into his baby sister’s unprotected womb. He was fucking you like he was trying to give you his babies, like he wanted to make the next generation of Gojo babies stronger than ever, he was cumming at the thought of being able to fuck you with a round swollen belly, sucking on your milk swollen tits, tasting your pregnant pussy.

He loves you more than anything, but he thinks your pussy is in second.

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[moscnios]

hii, can I get some suggestive hcs with Katakuri, Zoro, & Sanji's reaction to getting their butt smacked/grabbed by their ( gender neutral ) s/o? 🍑👀 thx!

���    ֺ   𓂂  headcanons  ,  getting their ass smacked/groped by their s/o.

✸     characters! . . .  katakuri, zoro & sanji.

✸     cw(s)! . . .  light nsfw. groping. ass smacking. writing subji again oml. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸     notes! . . .  you guys stop letting me write for sanji like this. it’s not good for my mental health.😪😪 thank you for requesting !!<3

there aren’t many opportunities where you can actually sneak up on katakuri, you know...being able to see the future and all. however, you actually managed to pull it off

coming up behind him to give him a hug as he was washing dishes. so lost in your warm touch, when you lightly smack his ass and disappear off to your shared bedroom, he just freezes

dish still in hand, blush spreading across his cheeks. he implodes on himself. you broke the poor guy

he tries to hide his blush from you, pretending it didn’t have an effect on him

he’s lying. it did.

he’s discovering more and more things about himself he never would have believed he’d be into

being pushed around and teased by you being another one of those

when you walk past him on the deck of the sunny and give him a quick smack to the ass, his eye widens. he’s caught completely off guard for a moment before smirking

you don’t make it any better by telling him “nice ass”

but oh this isn’t over. he’s already planning to get you back, you can already tell from the smirk on his face

the two of you make a fun little game. you’ve spent the entire day trying not to get too close to him. and it nearly works. he forfeits and lets you win, throwing his hands up in the air

but alas, he’s a good-for-nothing cheater, smacking your ass before pressing your front against the wall

“gotcha, brat”

the last thing sanji expected after bringing you the drink that you asked for was you pulling him into your lap by grabbing his ass

he’s trying to keep it together, but he’s definitely hollering on the inside

you know what you’re doing, HE knows what you’re doing

as you whisper into his ear “stay with me awhile, yeah?” as you wrap a loose arm around his slutty waist and just pretend like nothing is going on and continue with your conversation with brook and franky ??

he just melts. 

he’s hardly even listening, he’s too busy still thinking about how bold you are and concentrating on the placement of your hand just above his crouch

[babydollmarauders]

OURS — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n and Trevor’s relationship is constantly being criticized by outsiders but they know their love is real.

warnings: references to nsfw activities, hate from outsiders, dialogue heavy, not proofread

notes: written semi-quickly, shorter than my other recent works, idk how i feel about this one, but it’s done and i hope y’all like it. ending is kinda iffy but oh well.

it seems like there’s always someone who disapproves of Trevor and i’s relationship.

my parents don’t like his carefree and confident demeanor. his younger brother didn’t trust me because i was someone new. his friends didn’t like that i write songs about exes and my relationships.

but most of all his fans and the media, judge us like they know us personally.

mostly judging me.

as a singer, my every move was criticized and picked apart. what i wore was either too homely or too dressed up. i was too skinny or too big. my heels were too tall, but then my nike’s were too ‘tom-boyish’. but the judgement had only seemed to get worse once i started dating Trevor.

suddenly his fans were saying i wasn’t good enough for him. analyzing our body language in photos and claiming that i didn’t act like i liked him. saying i was using him to further my fame.

but on the other side, i had my fans commenting that i was too good for him. citing his previous playboy ways and saying that he wasn’t smart enough or mature enough for me. claiming his bad boy attitude drew me in and that i would ‘come to my senses’ soon.

***

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial summer with my boy toy <3

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trevorzegras my beautiful girl, you were off to a great start in the beginning and then you added the last photo

y/nofficial wdym? i think that ones my favorite!

trevorzegras whatever floats your boat mamas

gracieabrams cutest couple in the world ♥️

y/nofficial you’re the real loml <3

gracieabrams shhh i thought we weren’t telling trevor?

user26 NEW MUSIC COMING SOON?!

user81 i wonder if it’s about Trevor

jackhughes was i cut out of the last pic?! i thought you loved me, y/n 😪

y/nofficial in the wise words of Ariana Grande “you ain’t my boyfriend”

user40 the way she’s leaning away from him in the 5th pic? oh she’s over him

user95 she’s finally over the bad boy thing, i guess

user02 thank god! i don’t want her to get hurt!

user73 @/user02 HER to get hurt?! she’s gonna end up writing a slandering song about my baby Trevor and painting him to be an asshole

user02 @/user73 lmao yeah, well the shoe fits. why shouldn’t she write a song showcasing his true colors?

user73 @/user02 i’m not about to fight with a Y/N stan of all people— have fun supporting your famefucker

user02 @/user73 oh please, she doesnt need to use your little hockey asshole for fame when she’s already more well known than him

user12 we love a PR relationship 🫶

***

my converse squeak against the marble floors as i leave my execs meeting, catching the attention of many up and coming artists that are waiting in the lobby. i can feel their gazes following my every move, from when i stop in front of the elevator to when i press the down button, and i can’t help but laugh in my head; reminiscing of when i was the same way. star-struck and in awe whenever i saw any artists leaving the same doors i just walked out of.

but now, having been in the business for two years, that feeling has come and gone, replaced by small talk with those very same people that i once looked up to.

“hi.” i smile politely at a redheaded girl that sits close to the elevators, a notebook in her hand and stars in her eyes.

she looks around, as if searching, before she lets out an awkward chuckle. “oh- hi!”

the elevator dings twice before the doors open to another crowd of wannabe pop stars, and i step aside to let them out before waving a goodbye to the doe-eyed redhead and stepping into the elevator.

i’m excited to get back to my boyfriend, but that excitement vanishes when i scroll through twitter on my uber home.

—

—

oh- that was fast.

i can’t help but scroll through the replies and quote tweets, and by the time i arrive back home, i’m disheartened to say the least.

i thought i was being nice by greeting her? even if i couldn’t stay and talk. but apparently i should take this as a lesson for the future, don’t say hi to anyone unless i can stay and chat.

and my mood only worsens when i make it into the house, calling out my boyfriend’s name, to which i get no response.

“Trev?” my voice echoes off the walls of our home as i step into our bedroom, in search of the six foot tall hockey player. but i come up empty, finding that he still isn’t home from training camp.

i slide my phone from my pocket, drafting up a text before ultimately trying my luck at a phone call instead.

the outgoing ring reaches my ear twice before it stops, the call picking up.

“hey babe, what’s up?” Trevor’s tone is light and airy, painting an immediate smile across my lips.

“hey, i was just checking in.” i sit upon the fuzzy white blanket that’s folded along the foot of our bed, running my hands over the soft fabric. “i thought training was supposed to end at noon?”

“oh, yeah, it did.” he confirms, and i can hear someone else talking in the background. “Jimbo and i decided to grab lunch and catch up a bit.”

“oh, okay.” i nod, despite the fact that he can’t see me, and i can hear him conversing with someone.

“shh. hold on.” he tells someone. “he wants to say hi.”

i laugh as Jamie’s voice comes through the line. “HEY Y/N!!!”

“hi Jame!” i reply, listening as he grunts, wrestling the phone from Trevor, i assume.

“i’ve missed you!” he sounds closer now, while Trevor sounds farther away, calling out for his phone back, confirming my suspicions. “when do i get to see you again?”

“i’ve missed you too. if it’s alright with Trevor, and if you’re free, you can come over for dinner tonight?” i tell him. “i can go to the store and grab stuff to make my garlic and basil chicken pasta.”

“oh my favorite! i’m in! i don’t care what Trevor has to say about it, to be honest.” his response causes me to laugh, while my boyfriends calls out an offended ‘hey!’

“see you later!” Jamie yells, as i assume Trevor gets his phone back.

“did you need anything else, babe?” Trevor asks distractedly.

“no, nothin’ else.” i stand, gathering my car keys from my nightstand. “actually, i’m gonna go grocery shopping, can you think of anything we need?”

“condoms,” he replies unabashed, and i blush at the thought that Jamie heard him. “and frosted flakes. i finished ‘em off this morning.”

i roll my eyes before teasing, “the condoms or the frosted flakes?”

“both.” my skin heats up at the reminder of our morning activities, Trevor having woken me up before the sun even came up.

“oh- uh- okay.” Trevor laughs as i stumble over my words. “i’ll grab some more…of both.”

“thanks, love you!” he waits for my reply before hanging up, and i pad out of the bedroom, slipping my shoes back on by the front door before heading out to my car. i wasn’t big on driving, usually letting Trevor take that responsibility, and avoiding it when possible, so i only really used it when i had to go grocery shopping, relying on ubers to go anywhere else.

i slip into the drivers seat, huffing when i find that Trevor messed with my seat again. a harmless prank he likes to pull, just to see when i drive again and if i’ll notice. i adjust my seat before i pull out of the driveway, the radio playing faintly to fill the silence.

*

i’m nearly done with my shopping trip when it happens.

“he still uses those?” i’m mid-tossing the family size box of Frosted Flakes in the cart when the words reach my ears, and at first, i don’t even notice they’re being spoken to me. “he always said it felt like he was wearing nothing.”

i glance over to find a tall blonde standing next to my cart, staring down at my items.

“i’m sorry?” my brows furrow in confusion.

“oh- the condoms. Skyn Elite? Trevor used them back when he and i used to hook up a couple years ago.” the girl smiles, the supermarket lights reflecting off her sparkly lip gloss. “you’re his new conquest, right? y/n?”

“i’m his girlfriend, yes.” i nod, pursing my lips together in a straight line.

“right,” she nods. “girlfriend. you got the envied title.”

“i guess so.”

she gives another falsely innocent smile. “good luck keeping it! he’s insatiable, is he not? seemed like he was always keeping an eye out for the next girl.”

i’ve never particularly cared about the ghosts of Trevor’s hookup past. why would i be? i had them too, so who was i to be bothered by his? besides, right now, he’s mine. i’m the one he comes home to; the one he loves and talks about a future with.

“well, i should get going.” i tell her, already beginning to push the cart towards the end of the aisle, in route to check out. “it was nice to meet you.”

i was lying, sure, but i wasn’t going to let her get to me.

she bids me goodbye as i walk away, and when i glance back, i see her faux smile drop, her eyes rolling as she sneers, turning the other way.

yeah, i pretty much expected that.

*

i’ve just made it into the kitchen, dropping the grocery bags onto the counter, when my phone begins to ring, buzzing in my pocket with an incoming call.

i do an awkward dance of trying to free my hand from a twisted bag handle, before retrieving the vibrating device from my pocket, my fathers contact taking up the screen. pressing accept, i hold the phone up to my ear.

“hey, dad!” i chirp, opening the refrigerator to begin unloading the food.

“hey, pumpkin. what are you up to?” his voice drifts in my ear as i put away a gallon of milk.

“just unloading groceries.” i inform him. “what are you and mom doing?”

“oh, nothing.” he sighs. “just missing our little girl.”

i laugh at his dramatics.

“i know, i need to come visit.” i stuff a few cartons of berries and a bag of grapes into the fruit drawer before shutting the fridge.

“so catch me up, honey. what’s new?”

“nothing really. i’m working on some new music, and i had an exec meeting this morning to discuss how the album is coming. but other than that it’s same old same old.”

i open the cupboard, taking care of the box of cereal and a couple bags of chips as i speak.

“and you’re still dating the uh…” he trails off. “the one with the tattoos?”

i can hear the disapproval oozing from his voice and my eyes roll in my head.

“Trevor, yes.” i confirm, walking down the hallway to our bedroom and placing a few things on Trevor’s nightstand before setting a new bottle of shampoo on our bathroom counter.

“yeah, him.” he sneers, and it’s then that i hear the front door open, two sets of footsteps reaching my ears. a smile spreads across my face as Trevor calls out my name. “i don’t understand why anyone would do that to their body. that’s permanent, ya know.”

“mhm.” i hum in disinterest. “hey, dad, i gotta go. i’ll call you later.”

“oh alright, honey. love you!”

“love you too.” i hang up the phone as Trevor steps into the room, smiling at the sight of me.

“there you are.” he beams. his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against him, and his head dips down to bring his lips to mine.

“here i am.” i mumble against his lips, causing a chuckle to arise from his throat.

“Jamie is in the living room. followed me home claiming that he had to see you.” he tells me, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his close friend.

“yeah, i invited him over for dinner.” i inform him. my hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss.

my whole body relaxes, any tension disappearing when his lips meet mine. his eyes scan my face as he pulls away, and his faces falls, his lips forming an exaggerated frown.

“what’s wrong?” he whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear before pulling my head to his chest.

his heartbeat echoes in my head, calming me immensely.

“nothing.” i mutter, my eyes falling shut when he begins rubbing circles on my back.

“i don’t believe you.”

“it’s nothing, really.” i insist. “nothing that’s actually bothering me. just a little annoyed.”

“what annoyed you, baby?” he sways us back and forth and his hand on my back trails down to tickle at my side, making me giggle.

“well,” i sigh and he pushes me back to look into my face. “i said hi to a girl at warner today-”

he hums, encouraging me to keep talking.

“but it was just a quick ‘hi’. apparently she’s a fan of yours, and she thought it was rude of me to greet her and then not stay and chat.” i explain. “so she took to twitter to say so.”

Trevor huffs, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “well that’s just stupid. you don’t owe anyone a conversation…. except me. because you love me, obviously.”

i laugh at his joke, making his face light up at his successful attempt to cheer me up.

“what else, baby?”

“well then, at the store, i ran into one of your ex-hookups.” i continue, and his brows thread together in confusion.

“which, ya know, doesn’t bother me.” i clarify. “but she made a comment on the condoms we use and implied that our relationship wouldn’t last long.”

“our love is not hers to speculate on.” he gruffs out in annoyance, and i nod along.

“i know. so i walked away.”

“i’m proud of you, love.” he presses a kiss to my forehead, a smile resting upon my face as he does. “is that all?”

“almost.” i breathe out. “then i got home, and my dad called as i was putting away the groceries.”

“okay.” he nods, obviously confused why i would be annoyed about my father calling.

“and he made some snide remarks about your tattoos.” Trevor barks out a laugh at that, quite used to people commenting on the art that adorns his skin.

“i ignored them, and hung up pretty much right after, because you got home. but, i just wish he could look past them, because then maybe he’d see the kind, funny guy that you are and understand why i’ve given my heart to you.”

his eyes squint as he grins at my words, bending his neck to pepper kisses across my nose and cheeks. i squeal at the affection and he pulls back to look me in the eyes.

“baby, i don’t care what your dad thinks of me. only that you like me. and i’m pretty sure that you love me just the way i am.”

i nod, biting my lip and holding back a smile. my cheeks turn hot, a blush settling over them, and he smirks at the sight.

“i don’t want you to worry your pretty little mind, baby.” he coos. “so someone was wrongfully upset that you didn’t take time out of your day to talk to them— who cares? people like to throw rocks at things that shine. and you, my darling, shine so beautifully bright. they’re just jealous.”

i roll my eyes at his cheesy statement, but the sentiment warms my heart. “thank you, Trev.”

“any time, baby.” he pulls me in for another hug, my head resting on his chest again. “our love is ours. nobody else’s. what other people have to say about it, and about us, doesn’t matter.

“you hands belong in mine, my heart belongs to yours, and no matter what life throws at us, i’m by your side.”

i open my mouth to respond, but i’m cut off by another voice.

“aww, that was sweet.”

i lift my head from Trevor’s chest, our heads both turning towards the entrance to our bedroom to find Jamie standing there with a cheesy smile.

“Jimmy, what are you doing in here?” Trevor lets out a wheezy laugh at his friend, his head dropping back and his shoulders shaking. the sound is like music to my ears.

this man.

i am so irrevocably in love with him.

“i got bored.” Jamie shrugs. “you guys were taking forever.”

[leondickrider]

love languages | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . i'm so pretty that the leon lookalike in my class and i made eye contact four times yesterday and i caught him looking in my direction like... he wants me so bad | wc. 307

synopsis: what are leon's love languages and how does he express them?

before reading: fluff, not proofread or read by betas, i wrote this in like ten minutes at one am while listening to the honeymoon album😪 | warnings: none

words of affirmation ౨ৎ

i see leon as a words of affirmation typa guy at every point in his life. like when he's 21 he is very optimistic and he would likely praise you for everything bc he thinks you're just perfect. but as he gets older words of affirmation gets a new meaning for him and he does it for other reasons; like reassuring himself and you that he does love you and stuff like that

physical touch ౨ৎ

tbh i see this mainly bring him when he's older. like ofc when he's younger he loves hugs and kisses but well you know he kinda fights zombies for a living so he takes physical touch seriously because he never knows when it's going to be the last time he can touch you 💀 so the kisses last a bit longer and the hugs are more ??? intimate ??? idk how to explain it i'm literally just a girl

receiving gifts ౨ৎ

well taking into account his jacket in re4*** omg is almost $1,500, we know he's rich rich. like bro casually loses a $1,500 jacket after like five minutes with no reaction like bro ??? so he definitely puts a lil bit of that government paycheck into spoiling his significant other. you want a necklace? sure. you want enough mcdonalds to feed a family of four? ofc babe

quality time ౨ৎ

going back to phsyical touch, he literally fights zombies for a living and doesn't know if he will make it home 💀 this mf is a sucker for quality time. like you don't even have to be doing anything, just sitting in silence next to him is enough for him to be happy. however, i feel like he really likes nature idk so i think he would really love hiking/going on walks with you, but he also likes relaxing at home with like a coloring book or something

acts of service ౨ৎ

he has a hero complex

reblogs and replies appreciated <3 🎀 @luvrfaries

leon kennedy masterlist

[leviscolwill]

daydreamin'

pairing: more jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: you get interviewed by your celebrity crush after getting your first pole position, and you boyfriend can't stop teasing you for it. [wc: ~850]

contents: reader is feeling silly, fluff, awful attempt at being funny ‼️NOT proofread (i'll do it later 😪)

req: We need more driver gf x jude 🙏🙏🙏

note: this is sort of a part 2 to ballroom extravaganza but it can definitely be read as a stand alone !! i'm happy that you guys enjoyed my f1 driver!reader work, i have a few more requests for this trope that i'll write when i find the time :D

now playing: daydreamin' by ariana grande (yours truly)

"y/n don't freak out, alright ?"

the words of your race engineer in your ears were already freaking you out, you were already imagining your flying lap deleted because of track limits or a penalty.

"you're on pole! congrats y/n, you deserve it."

"no way, no way... i think this is the best day of my life." you couldn't help but scream in joy, probably destroying your engineer's ears.

"fuck, thank you so much guys... i love this team so much, i swear." you cringed at your sappy comments but you couldn't help yourself. you had a hard time adjusting during your rookie year in f1 and the first few months were quite challenging to you. but this, it was the proof you were getting there, that you couldn't give up.

getting out of your car, you ran towards your team in the parc fermé as they kept congratulating you for your great result. as your team's engineers and mechanics kept patting your back, your eyes met your boyfriend's. you hugged him strongly as if he would slip away from you if you let him go.

"i'm so proud of you my love. you're the best." he kissed the top of your helmet before walking away to get your interview done.

you watched lando get interviewed by jenson button, as he finished p3. he'd always been comfortable doing media work, something you definitely needed to improve. you dreaded this moment, jenson button was one of your favourite drivers when you were younger and you had a little celebrity crush on him back then. of course, it was no longer the case, but you were terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of him, even more so knowing cameras would be filming the moment in 4k.

lando went to congratulate you after finishing his interview while you were waiting for perez to complete his. quickly, a mic was handed to you and you walked to the interview zone.

"y/n, what a lap! congratulations on the first pole of your career, hopefully the first of many..." jenson beamed.

"thank you... i hope to get more poles if i get rewarded by a jenson button interview." you were still out of breath from your lap and the excitement you felt. your nervousness dissipated a bit when jenson laughed at your attempt at a joke.

"that was a perfect lap, you think you can keep that position tomorrow for the race ?" jenson asked you.

"of course it's gonna be hard but both lando and i have the possibility of going home with a great result, maybe a 1-2. we just need to find out the best strategy and my job is just to make sure i drive perfectly."

"that you showed you can do. once again, congratulations y/n, pole sitter here in sao paulo. let's hope i get to interview you tomorrow as a race winner this time!"

"now that's good motivation, see you tomorrow." you waved at the crowd before getting your trophy and getting the pictures done.

jude was already waiting for you with a big smile on his face. he hugged you again and peppered kisses across your face.

"my pole sitter, you were brilliant today."

"thank you, i thought i would pass out after crossing the finish line."

"we need to talk about that interview though, you really want to replace me with that old man?" he raised his eyebrow questioning you.

"he's not old! i might replace you with him if you keep being mean to my main man like that..." you took a quick glance at jude, gauging his reaction.

"maybe you should ask him to take you to the restaurant that your boyfriend got you for tonight, if he'd do a better job than me.' he said feigning offence.

"mmhh you're right, i'll ask him when i see him..." you ducked jude's smack that was aimed at the back of your head and started to run away.

"my media duties are calling sorry." you ran off before jude could make you regret your words, only turning around to stick your tongue at him like a kid.

jude walked towards mclaren's motorhome to wait for you when someone started walking side by side with him.

"how long have you two been together ?"

he looked at the origin of the voice only to find jenson button.

"um, it'll be one year in december. are you planning on stealing her from me before that?" he joked with jenson.

"i don't think i could steal her from you even if i wanted to from the way she looks at you, you two are lovely. see you tomorrow mate" he patted jude's back before going his own way.

when you joined jude at mclaren's hospitality, he had a big smile attached to his face.

"what happened to you ? are you texting your other girlfriend ?" you asked, sitting down next to him

"i'm just proud of you." he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head.

he liked the fact that his little encounter would remain a secret between him and your first crush.

[wooattackrr]

Unlikely Match

MDNI

word count: 1,772

a/n: cheol won the poll so here yall go! this is not proofread btw 😪

The loud thump of bass reverberated through the walls of the crowded house, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of cheap cologne, sweat, and the kind of excitement that only came from wild parties. You stood against the wall, nursing a cup of brightly colored punch—more sugary than anything else—and trying to blend into the wallpaper. You were the quintessential wallflower at these events—never the center of attention and never really wanting to be.

But that night, an electric anticipation crackled through the air, and you couldn’t help but glance around. The usual crowd was gathered, laughing and dancing, lost in the haze of youth. Amidst this chaos stood Seungcheol, the school’s golden boy, often referred to as the “playboy.” He was magnetically charming, with dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead and a smile that could make any heart skip a beat. Dressed casually, he had an effortless charisma, seemingly enjoying the company of his friends.

You couldn’t help but watch him from afar. It was an infatuation that came and went, a crush that seemed too daunting to act upon. Just then, Seungcheol looked in your direction, his gaze locking onto yours for a brief moment. Your heart raced, and you quickly turned back to your drink, taking a long gulp to cool your suddenly fired-up cheeks.

As the dancing crowd began to shift and ebb, you felt an urge to escape the confined space by the wall. With a deep breath, you decided to head towards the kitchen for a refill. However, in a twist of fate, you caught your foot on the edge of the carpet and stumbled forward, the cup slipping from your grip. Time slowed as you watched the bright libation arc through the air, and with a sickening finality, it splashed across Seungcheol’s perfectly fitted shirt.

The music blurred into a distant hum as you stood rooted to the spot, mortified. His friends roared with laughter, and you could feel a heat creeping up your neck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, frantically reaching for paper towels that seemed impossibly far away.

Seungcheol blinked, utterly taken aback as he stared down at his now-stained shirt. But as he looked back up, his expression shifted. Instead of the anger you expected to see, the corner of his mouth curled into a sly smile.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I needed a fresh look anyway.”

Your heart pounded harder in your chest. He was… taking it well?

As your face burned, you bent down to grab some paper towels, muttering apologies. “Really, I’m so clumsy—I—”

“I noticed. But if you wanted my attention, this is definitely one way to do it,” he teased, stepping closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

You froze for a moment. Was he serious? Heat flooded your cheeks once more, and you let out a nervous laugh. “I assure you, that wasn’t my intention.”

“Then what were you doing standing alone in the corner? Don’t you know it’s way more fun to enjoy the party?”

A part of you wanted to hide away again, retreating into the wall. But something about his conviction—to get you out of your shell—pulled you in. He was charming, and there was something oddly magnetic about his confidence.

“I… just like to observe,” you admitted, letting your shoulders relax.

“Observing is good, but living is better. Come on, let’s go dance!” He took your hand, completely disregarding the remnants of your drink across his shirt, as he guided you toward the pulsating dance floor.

You found yourself swept up in the music, a whirlwind of bodies and laughter surrounding you. His laughter rang starkly against your shyness, and slowly, you found your rhythm.

“I never forget a face,” he said after a while, leaning in closer to shout over the music. “But I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Y/N. Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blushed at the compliment, your heart racing as you danced, your movements growing bolder as his presence influenced you. You felt undeniably drawn to him. His charisma, his effortless energy—it was intoxicating.

As the night wore on and the party reached its peak, you danced under the flashing lights, the connection between you and Seungcheol growing palpable. His free hand gripped your waist, guiding your movements while electricity sparked between you.

When the music finally slowed to a sultry tune, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “This makes me think about how much fun we could have just the two of us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the implication igniting a fire in your veins. “What do you mean?”

“Why wait until the end of the night? Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he stepped back, giving you a moment to decide. The thought of being alone with him sent nervous excitement coursing through you. “Okay,” you finally choked out, the word almost lost in the noise around you.

He took your hand again, leading you out of the crowded house and into the cool, refreshing night. The street was quieter here, a stark contrast to the chaos inside, giving you space to breathe.

“Do you come to parties often?” Seungcheol asked, his gaze fixed on you as you walked side by side.

“Not really. Just… sometimes.”

“I get it,” he nodded. “People expect me to be the life of the party, but I enjoy the quieter moments too.” His gaze lingered on yours, his expression softening as he continued, “I think I’d like to get to know you better—away from the noise.”

You felt your heart flutter as you turned a corner, leading him toward a nearby park. The further you got from the party, the louder the silence became, wrapping around you like a cloak. The intimacy of the night began to sink in, and the decision to come here suddenly felt thrilling.

Seungcheol stopped under a streetlamp, his face illuminated perfectly in the soft glow. “This is much better,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I guess it is,” you replied, your pulse racing, acutely aware of the space between you.

His eyes danced mischievously. “What were you thinking when you spilled that drink on me? Were you trying to initiate a conversation?

You scoffed, your cheeks heating again. “Of course not!”

“Well, I’m really glad you did.”

Before you could respond, he stepped in closer, one hand gathering your hair behind your ear, while his other gripped your waist once more, pulling you against him, your heart hammering in your chest.

Seungcheol lowered his gaze and to your surprise, before you could utter another word, he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

The kiss sent shivers down your spine, electric and warm, awakening every cell in your body. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting the spark of your newfound chemistry.

His hands roamed from your waist to trace your back, and you melted against him, feeling the heat radiating between your bodies. You’d never been kissed like this before—owning your every thought, your every desire.

When he finally pulled away, you barely had time to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he confessed, his brows raised slightly.

"Really?" You whispered, unable to believe that the choi seungcheol had possible feelings for you.

“Yes really, can we take this a step further..?” He asked cautiously, his expression genuine and polite.

“y-yeah.. I mean sure.” You choked out awkwardly.

His hands began to explore, slipping under your shirt and roaming up your sides, fingers dancing across the soft skin. Goosebumps erupted at his touch, and you instinctively arched your back, craving more of him. Seungcheol paused, slipping your shirt off completely, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed, his fingertips tracing the contours of your body as if he were in awe. The heat in your belly coiled tighter, and you couldn’t help but want him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against you.

He leaned down, his warm breath ghosting over your chest before his lips followed, trailing soft kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Each kiss ignited fires within you, and you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more contact.

“Seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. It was a plea, an invitation he was more than ready to accept.

With a smirk, he pulled back slightly, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, his gaze intense and predatory. “You’re going to feel so good,” he promised, his voice dripping with lust.

The heat in your core bloomed as he leaned in, his mouth finding your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasped at the sensation, hands entwining in his hair, guiding him closer as he worked his magic.

He took his time, every lick and kiss deliberate, building the tension until you were writhing beneath him, begging for release. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, hovering over you with a lust-filled expression.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he sought your eyes, searching for confirmation.

“Yes, please,” you breathed, the urgency spilling from your lips.

With a primal need, he positioned himself above you, sinking into you slowly, cherishing every moment as your bodies connected. You gasped at the sensation, his warmth filling you completely. The world around you faded, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s embrace.

Seungcheol moved, finding a rhythm that left you breathless. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. You wrapped your legs around him, urging him on, savoring the way he filled you, the way he made you feel alive.

With every movement, the tension mounted until your world erupted in flames, and you called his name, a melody of desire escaping your lips as you reached your climax together.

Both breathless and satisfied, he collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, a contented smile dancing on his lips as you basked in the aftermath of your shared passion. It was a night you knew you would never forget, forever etched in your memory as a moment of pure ecstasy with him.

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I just started watching blue lock 🥳

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a comfort sex with enemy!diluc

smut, soft sex, afab reader, a lot of kissing and affection. not proofread so there might be some errors 😪. inspired by this c.ai.

the last post got so many notes i was shocked 🤭🤭

"your boyfriend cheated on you?" diluc snapped. he had seen you two together for years now, so when you told him about it, something sparked inside him. it was as if an ignited match burned his heart. "y/n, look at me." he tried to calm you down several times, but you wouldn't listen to him as you kept sobbing, babbling on and on about your ex-boyfriend and his girlfriend. "y/n!" his voice echoed throughout the house. "you'll be okay, don't worry. i'll make him pay later worse than you could imagine, okay? so don't cry." he hated you since you always get on his nerves, but he hated it more seeing you cry over some random guy.

but you didn't stop. you were a sobbing mess. even when he hugged you, whispering sweet and comforting words, your eyes still filled with a puddle of tears. and to be honest, it made him annoyed. just how much this bastard meant to you. so he decided to use his last option. in the midst of your crying, you felt a pair of warm lips suddenly capture yours in a soft kiss. his kiss was long, and he didn't miss the look of shock on your face.

"are you calming down?" he asked, his voice low. nervously, you averted your gaze away as you fiddled with your fingers. you were slowly calming down, but you're still frowning, and tears were still streaming down your cheeks as you sniffled quietly. he clicked his tongue in annoyance before picking you up and placing you on his bed.

once again, he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, silencing your sobs and sniffles. unlike before, this time you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back, your mouth moving in a slow rythm. "shall i comfort you?" he whispered against your lips. you nodded silently as you hastily wiped away your tears.

diluc wasted no time pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, shushing you when you whined in embarrassment. "lay down." he commanded softly. as you tried to make yourself comfortable, he discarded the rest of your clothes before discarding his own.

diluc positioned himself between your legs as he stroked his cock before pushing it inside you, making you gasped and arched your back in pleasure. he began to thrust at a slow pace as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, "is this okay?" he inquiries gently. who would've thought diluc, your enemy for years was going to treat you gently? you expected him to be rough, to dig his nails into your skin, to knock the air out of you, but no. his touch was light and gentle like a feather.

you choke back a sob as you bobbed your head. you weren't making any sound at all, just a small whimper as a reply, and it worried him. diluc leaned down and brushed your remaining tears before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. he wrapped you in a warm hug, comforting you as his other hand gently stroked your cheek. "that bastard... should i kill him for you?" his voice darkening as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

his question caught you off guard, and you immediately shook your head. you refused to let anyone get injured because of you. "okay, if that's what you want." he swiftly pulled back and gave you a long and tender kiss. your hands quickly found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as you separated your lips, kissing him even deeper.

something inside you told you that this was wrong, and you shouldn't be doing this, especially after you had just broken up with your ex-boyfriend. but the way he caressed your skin, the way his cock slammed into your sweet spot, the way his lips pressed against yours, it all felt so good. you whimpered again, closing your eyes as you felt him thrusted a little more painful.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you." he murmured, gently stroking your hair as he pressed tender kisses along your neck. "just breathe deeply and slowly." as his pace started to increase, your breath became heavy, and you turned your head to the side, unconsciously giving him full access to your neck. he started to kiss your neck and collarbones, leaving tiny red marks by sucking and nibbling softly on your flesh, slowly making his way down your breasts.

just when your ex-boyfriend's too busy with his girlfriend, diluc's here to comfort you. to make you feel good, to give you the pleasure you couldn't receive, and he's here to make sure you feel safe and loved. you couldn't hold back your moan any longer when he swirled his tongue around one of your hardening nipples before bringing it inside his mouth, suckling on it. his free hand was kneading your muscles, squeezing and massaging your other breast as he kept his thrust steady.

as he continued nibbling on your sensitive bud, you felt the pressure slowly building in your stomach, and you knew you were close. your hands grabbed his hair, not so rough as you closed your eyes, ready for what to come, "i– i'm..." you trailed off your sentence as you gasped for air, head falling forward, making strands of your hair fell to the front.

"i know. just let it go." he said warmly, cradling you in his arms as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss. his gentle kisses soothed you and his movements increased ever so slightly. he gradually speeded up on the intensity of his movements until the pressure finally reached its peak, and you came all over his cock. your hands tightened on his hair as you cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

a small smirk spread across diluc's lips as he watched you climax. he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, his movements slowing down a little. he looked at your flushed face, cupping your cheek before asking, "you okay?" he was proud of you. proud of you for enjoying yourself and not holding back, proud of you for forgetting about your ex-boyfriend, and proud of you for being such a good girl for him.

"f- fine..." you managed to breathe out, feeling exhausted and embarrassed with a little sprint of sadness as you steadied your breathing. diluc removed the hair that fell on your face as he cupped your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours, all while watching you closely for any small signs of discomfort or unease. "now, stop crying. it's too troublesome."

[et6rnalsun]

BOYFRIEND OR NAH / Chris Sturniolo

౨ৎ pairing / chris sturniolo x fem! reader

౨ৎ summary / you have a boyfriend, stating that you love him. still, you can’t help but call chris back everytime you got a chance.

౨ৎ cw / 18+, smut

— A/N ⁑ just want to say that this is not meant to normalize cheating, but yk 😪😪😪 NOT PROOFREAD!!!

'needy' was the best word to describe how you felt at that moment.

that feeling in your stomach that made it impossible for you to stay still for more than a few seconds, making you squeeze your thighs together as you ran your fingers over the soft skin exposed by the shorts you were wearing.

you chewed on your bottom lip as little whimpers escaped your mouth, trying to give yourself some pleasure but helplessly.

the most frustrating thing is that not even your own fingers could calm down that fire burning inside you.

defeated, you look at your phone that was next to you, its screen that occasionally lit up with each notification that came up. the name of one contact in particular couldn't really escape your field of view, and you immediately grabbed it.

chris

you reallyyyyy should call me

miss ur pretty voice and face

you smirked reading his messages, letting out a small sigh. you really wanted to. dying to do it, without even exaggerating. so, helpless for this guy, you called him.

chris was in your friend group. so, your friendship was not even that deep, just a superficial thing without much importance. acquaintances, perhaps? he didn’t even know your favorite color, for example.

until, one night changed everything. even though you had a boyfriend, you couldn't deny the obvious attraction between you and chris. those casual touches that lingered a little too much to be unwanted, his lust-filled gazes that ran over your body when you wore those tight dresses.

just as you were at a party, you felt yourself suddenly being dragged towards a secluded corner of the place. confusion was written all over your face, but after a few seconds, the scent that flooded your nostrils was all too familiar.

“chris?” you murmured over the loud music, the blinding lights made it nearly impossible for you to locate his face. he didn't answer, and that confused you even more. you were about to say his name again, until his warm lips crashed against yours in a rough and quick kiss, almost out of fear that everything would end faster than it started.

at first it was impossible for you to respond, but after not even a few miserable seconds you sinfully returned that kiss that was too much wanted to be rejected, despite your mind still being clear enough to think about it. to think about your boyfriend.

it was useless to explain what happened next, and all the other times you called him to feel that feeling that you were now starting to crave. and just like this time, as the ringing rang in your ears, you couldn't help but think about it some more, needing it. that was the consequence of having chris sturniolo all to yourself.

"baby, finally." his raspy voice sent small shivers down your spine as he answered, and you swore you could feel that annoying but sexy, and cocky grin on his lips.

“missed me?” you teased in response, playing with the edge of your shorts as you lean against the headboard of the bed.

"you don’t understand how much" he murmured, and a light rustling of sheets could be heard in the background.

"then why don't you come over?" the tone of your voice had taken on a slight needy edge, and a small sigh escaped your lips as you waited for his response.

“oh, ma” he whispered, licking his lips as she immediately got up from his bed. “you’re home alone?” he asked, his phone now wedged between his shoulder and ear as he quickly pulled on his shoes.

“all alone” she hummed, her voice breathy enough to tempt him further.

“get your sweet ass ready in 10.”

soon after he was right behind you, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as your eyes rolled into the back of your head — letting him flatten your cheek into the pillow on your bed as his hips slammed bruisingly against your ass, his cock going even more deep in your tight hole with every rough thrust.

drool slightly pooling at the side of your mouth as you were being fucked almost senseless, making your head completely foggy. loud sobs and incoherent moans of his name escaping your lips practically every seconds.

"was this what you needed, doll? mhm?" he grunted in your ear, one of his hands wrapped around your throat to keep you closer. he then angled himself, hitting all the right spots to drive you crazy.

you arched your back with a loud moan, your eyes shut tight as your face contorted in one of pure pleasure. “fucking hell” he breathed out, continuing to hammer into you. “you’re so tight. feels like you want to break me in half, baby”

you barely even registered his world, even more when he started rubbing your clit as your eyes became glassy. “i’m going to cum, chris” you cried out in-between broken moans, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

he let out breaths and groans as he approached his orgasm just like you, his eyes watching your ass recoil with each of his thrusts, your body quivering and pussy tightening as you came all over his cock.

he pulled you by your hair, your back arched against him as he continued to thrust mercilessly into you, more moans escaping your swollen lips.

“i’m gonna fuck you full, doll” his thrusts became slow and hard, his grunts more frequent. “you’d love that, don’t you?”

you nodded quickly, wiping the tears of pleasure away.

chris then let out a string of curses, stilling inside you and allowing his cum to fill you up to the brim.

“there you go, baby. that’s how you satisfy a pretty girl like you, remind your boyfriend that”

[ilwonuu]

saw ur posts and i really hope you're feeling okay now! if you feel like writing i wanna ask for some reqs where in the established relationship reader realized just how much jungwoo loves her bcs she's on her periode week and jw is taking care of her nicely without hesitating even adjusting his works and providing his help to accomplish reader's workload. thank you so much i really hope you're doing good and having a happy days ahead <3

thank you so much same for you:( i love this idea bc im always soft for jungwoo<3 thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy hehe,,,

honey

*๑♡՞ kim jungwoo

ᖗ pairing- established relationship, idolbf!jungwoo x fem!reader

ᖗ warnings- fluffy fluff , mentions of period pain/cramps, reader is not feeling great thru most of this, jungwoo is a sweetheart <3, he loves reader sm bye,,,,lmk if i missed something

ᖗ a/n- hi mls!!! i missed posting and i haven’t written for jungwoo in a while and i think he might be one of my biases,,,anyways i hope u guys enjoy<3 not proofread 😪

you have been rotting in your bed for hours. you asked your boyfriend to bring you some extra feminine products just incase. he was quick to respond to your text. he sent you a text saying he would be home soon with everything you need. you sighed in relief feeling so thankful for him. you cuddle up into your blankets as you wait for your boyfriend.

you watch whatever dumb dating show you had on earlier. your pain on the first day differs but this time is was painful as hell. you took some ibuprofen but it hasn’t started working yet leaving you to suffer. you hear the front door open making you smile to yourself. you see your boyfriend with a bag from the store.

“i asked you for a couple things- baby you didn’t have to get all this.” you sit up to face him as he brings the bag over to your side of the bed. “i know you did. i wanted to get your favorite snacks and some more stuff just to make sure you have it. i’m sorry you don’t feel good sweetheart.” he sits on the bed next to you. he pulls you into a gentle hug as he rubs your back.

“how was your day other than that? did you rest mostly?” he massages your back looking at you for your response. “it was good. i was missing you all day. i was just watching tv and cleaning a little but i gave up on the cleaning very fast.” you smile at him as he smiles back. “yea? i was missing you too. don’t worry about the cleaning i will take care of it all.” he rubs your cheek softly as you lay against his chest.

“how did you come home so early? i thought you had long schedules today?” the two of you move to lay down under the covers together. he pulls you close as he faces you. “yea i had meetings mostly but we got done like right before you texted me so i was quick to get you things.” his hand is resting against your hip as he gently massages your side. “you’re gonna put me to sleep baby.” you laugh as you close your eyes.

“come here.” he says pulling you to kiss him. you kiss him back quickly melting into the kiss. he holds your side gently as he kisses you softly. “i really missed you.” you pout looking at him. “i really missed you too, honey. you were all i was thinking about during my meetings.” he smiled at you again. he leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you.” you sigh at the cramps you feel. “rest honey. see if you can nap? i love you more.” he looks at you with a soft expression as he helps you get comfortable. he rubs your back softly until you fall asleep next to him. he just smiles as he watches you sleep peacefully.

jungwoo woke up early that next morning to make sure you had enough food. he made you your favorite breakfast when he saw that you were slowly stirring awake. you watched him bring in your breakfast as you fully wake up. your cramps already kicking you in the ass in the first few seconds of you being awake. you sigh at the feeling but smile at your boyfriend.

“you ok sweetheart?” he sets the food down on the side table as he climbs back into bed. you kiss his lips quickly as you climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. “i’m fine! don’t you worry.” you smile back at him as you quickly use the bathroom. you come to your bedroom feeling a little bit better as you crawl next to your boyfriend. “you didn’t have to make this for me. thank you- wait what time is it don’t you have dance practice today?” you ask as you start eating the breakfast he prepared for you.

“oh yea! i do i just told them i had my girl to spend time with. we pushed it to this afternoon so i can stay with you a little longer. then i can bring home dinner for us!” he smiles at you softly. “how are you feeling though? need medicine, water, anything you need i will get it.” he smiles to himself as he feels the need to help you without thinking about it for a second.

“i’m feeling okay today- my cramps are killing already but i think i just need to finish eating this and it’ll help. thank you baby.” you smile back at him as you continue to eat. “ok. let me know if that changes. as for now i’m here to give you love.” he kisses your head as rubs your thigh softly. you finish your breakfast after a bit with a smile. you look over at your boyfriend to see him already looking at you. you start to tear up as your thoughts start to clutter your head.

“baby? what’s wrong?” his expression is a more serious one as he pulls you closer to him. “n-nothing- i just- you’re being so nice to me. i feel so shitty and here you are making me feel so much better- cooking me breakfast? jungwoo you are too much.” you start to cry as he holds you in his arms. “sweetheart i will do absolutely everything for you. you are my main priority. i don’t need anything else but you. i will always be here when you don’t feel good.” he kisses your cheek as more tears fall from your eyes.

“honey- i love you so much okay? come here.” he pulls you closer to him as he kisses your lips. you kiss him back as you feel him pull away. he kisses your tears and gently wipes them away. “my pretty girl. i love you more than you know.” he smiles at you sweetly as he rubs your hair back. “i-i love you jungwoo.” you sigh into his arms as you stop yourself from letting more tears fall. “you are the best boyfriend i could ask for.” he shakes his head.

“you’re the best girlfriend i could ask for. you deserve the best only you know that. i will never give you less than you deserve. now let’s cuddle until i have to go to practice, i don’t want to leave your side until i have to go.” you laugh at him shaking your head. “what about my online classes? i haven’t done any assignments for this week.” you groan thinking about your work. “don’t worry about it until i leave! when i come back ill help you he smiles kissing your head as you two stay tangled in each others arms for the next hours to come.

[rosaleelovesdilfs]

MDNI 18+!! SMUT, age gap, reader 20s, Lawrence 30-40s, smut, p n v, female reader x Ernest Lawrence professor. Not proofread LOLThis is my first fic ever 😪!

Ernest Lawrence x reader.

Late.

“Paper is due Friday! Please remember I have given you all a month to do so! Class dismissed. Y/n, can you stay for a second. We need to discuss how you have been late to my class on multiple occasions.”

You knew you were arriving late a lot lately…but in all honesty it was hard to focus. Not because of the material, but because of him. You had a crush on Mr. Lawrence for as long as you have been in his class. He noticed too…he teases about it. He calls you out more than others and expects a lot out of you.

As you walk up to his desk, you’re already sweating and flushed.

“Are you okay…? You look like you may have a fever?” Mr. Lawrence asks.

“Yea, yea I’m good just little hot. I’m sorry for being so absent and not engaged in class lately. A lot going on with other classes and finals.”

“Have a seat.” He gestures to his desk, in-front of the chair he is sitting in.

“Are you sure there’s not a chai-?”

“Sit. Down.” He says demanding. “How many times have you been late to my class?”

“I-um not sure 3 times? I’m really sorry about it Mr. Lawrence.”

“Apologies aren’t enough.” He says standing up, towering over you sitting in the desk. His hand starts to trail up your thigh. “I see how you look at me y/n, be honest, why are you always missing my classes?”

You swallow not rejecting his hand still traveling further up your thigh. “Um…”

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“Because of you.” You spit out quickly. “I get distracted easily.”

“You’re going to make up for being late three times. I don’t allow people to be late to my class. Understood?” He says, his hand fully on your soaked panties.

“Yes.” You say taking in a deep breath.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” You say almost grinding on his hand for any kind of friction. He slides your panties down while making eye constant, wanting to watch every expression. He gets down on his knees in-front of you where you’re sitting on his desk. He starts trailing kisses up your thighs, leaving marks along the way. He wants you to remember this, he needs you to remember this.

“Mr. Lawrence.” You practically say begging.

“Trust me, you will get your fill.” He says, finally at your soaking pussy. He starts licking, teasing, until he dives in like he’s starving for you. You grip one hand on the edge of the table and the other tangled in his hair. He looks up at you, pulling back just enough.

“Keep eye contact sweetheart, or else I’ll stop. We don’t want that right?” He teases.

“No-no sir.” You keep eye contact with him, almost cumming just at the sight of him sucking your pussy. He inserts two fingers hitting that spot no one else has hit before. He looks up at you while continuing to suck and reach every place you need.

“I’m-I’m close! Please do not stop.” You say almost dizzy.

He moans into you, still looking up, sending you over the edge. He drinks every last bit of your cum, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Mr. Lawrence?!” You say overstimulated. He pulls back just enough to speak.

“You were late three times which means you owe me two more.” He says smirking and going back to work lapping at your pussy. He reaches a hand up under your shirt.

You squirm under him, wanting it to stop but at the same time needing more. You grip his hair and pull it which makes him moan into you. You’re already on the edge again…

“Be loud for me baby. I want to hear you when you cum.”

He taps your thigh because he knows how close you are, telling you to let go for him. He hits that spot on your clit, sucking while his two fingers go to work. You let go practically screaming.

“Fuck Mr. Lawrence.” You say seeing stars and breathless.

“Turn around, now.”

“Yes sir.” You obey him immediately.

He hikes your skirt up above your hips as you hear him unzip his jeans and take off his belt.

“Spit.” He says as he holds his hand out to you. You do as he says. He grabs your hands, looping his belt around them.

“Good girl. You’re a little slut for me aren’t you sweetheart?” As he strokes himself. He lines himself up with your entrance and…oh he is large.

“You can take it sweetheart. Be good for me.” He says as he spanks you. Your skin stinging but in a good, hot way. Your moans fill the room as he enters you, going slow making sure you adjust.

“I’m not going to go easy.”

“Don’t. I can take it sir.” You say looking back at him. In that moment, you knew he was not going easy.

“Keep looking at me like that and I definitely won’t go easy.”

He starts slow, moaning and grabbing your hair. You look back at him and he looks at you. He starts to speed up at the eye contact, and fuck does it feel good.

“Fuck Mr. Lawrence!” You moan out. You feel another sting on your ass, moaning at the sensation.

He’s breathless and moaning. “You feel so good sweetheart. So wet just for me.” He speeds up even more, he can tell you’re close. “Don’t let go yet honey, you can wait.”

“Fuck I can’t wait much longer-“

He spanks your ass again, definitely leaving a handprint.

“Fuck baby, okay you can cum now. Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

You immediately finish when he says that, him following close after. He coats the inside of you with his cum, which he loves. Just knowing he’s inside of you? Fuck, turns him on.

He pulls out and grabs tissue to clean you up first, then him. He cleans you up and pulls your panties up and skirt down, rubbing the marks he left along the way.

“I wasn’t to rough right sweetheart?” He says genuine.

“No, no of course not! I-I enjoyed it.” You say still seeing stars from cumming three times.

“You were so good for me y/n. Remember what happens when you’re late…”

“Maybe I’ll be late more often.” You say kissing him.

[brighttears]

Wise Fools

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description, no use of y/n, readers has female sex organs

Summary: you tell Joel you love him, he doesn’t react how you think, but he also doesn’t react how he wishes he had. he sorts himself out and comes back to fix things. 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mutual pining, drinking to get drunk, SMUT (minors DNI), cunnilingus, fingering, male masturbation, mentions of PiV sex, pet names (darling, sweetheart, beautiful girl),

A/n: not super proud of this tbh but i just felt pressured to post it like i just wanted to get it tf out eeeeee. barely proofread the smut not my fave thing to write but i know it's what the ppl want 😪

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“…I just feel like I need to tell you, I never want to be without you… and… I love you, Joel.”

You watch his lashes because he won't meet your eyes, then brush a finger over his cheek to softly hook under his chin, but just as he lets you raise it, he shifts out of your grasp and stands. 

You watch him walk away, smoothing his hand over the back of his neck, facing the dark front window in his living room, the only sound being his foot scuffing to a stop.

The air shifts. You can tell that he’s not going to say anything, and are suddenly hit with the realization that you are a fool. You fooled yourself into believing that you have some kind of control over this game, some kind of special insight or providence. You feel beat. 

He stands with his back mostly to you, his arms crossed, staring at the floor. His jaw flexes. 

A ball of lead falls from your head down through your heart to land in your stomach and your skin prickles; it’s a freezing cold feeling but you’re hot with embarrassment at the same time. Those first few times you saw him, you remember how irrefutable you saw your goal to be; like you were already his, you thought he was already yours. 

This whole time, it was just you. Your heart begins to race. 

“I’m gonna go.” You get up, pause for half a second, thinking he might try to stop you, but he doesn’t. He still won't even look at you. You feel sick. “Have a good night.” You manage as you slip out. 

—

“Fuck.” Joel stays standing after you leave, pulling fists of his hair up until it hurts. Squeezing his eyes shut, he whispers through gritted teeth, “God damn it.” Part of him is screaming to go after you but his body won’t obey, and his mind twists, curls and knots around itself. The one thing he knows for sure is that he fucked up. He feels small and stupid. And he wants his brother. 

Joel counts to fifty before leaving his house. Outside, he wants to call out his brother's name, he wants to run to him like a child, he wants him here now. Clenching his jaw, he keeps his mouth shut, and repeatedly swallows down thick threats underneath cries. Finally, he makes it to Tommy’s front door and raps on it, waits, raps again. He combs his hand through his hair, then drags it down his face, clears his throat, and sniffs hard. 

Tommy opens the door looking a little groggy, but his eyes snap wide open upon seeing his brother so undone. Once processed, he urges him, “Shit. Come on, come in, sit down, I'll get ya’a drink.”

Suddenly very insecure, Joel whispers, “Well I don’t wanna disturb Maria, I guess I sh—” 

“Nah, nah, nah,” Tommy shakes his head, “she’s asleep, but she’s a hard sleeper. As long as we’re not screamin’. Js’ come on.” He motions his arm inside and Joel finally follows. “Sit down,” he tells him over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen, and comes back out with two thick, clear plastic cups, and a large clear glass bottle holding an easily recognizable rust colored drink. He pours without a word, sits down, and looks at his brother, “Go, on, then. What happ’nd?”

Joel takes his cup, staring into it as he begins, “I fucked up, Tommy. I fucked up real bad.” He sips and keeps his eyes in the cup as he continues, “She told me she loves me. An’ I didn’t say a fuckin’ thing. Did’n even look at her.” He takes a long sip and grimaces, “So she left. Cause I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Aw, don’t say that,”

Joel shakes his head, “I am. I am. I’m a fuckin’ coward is what I am. I love ‘er, you know that?” He finally looks up to Tommy.

“Yeah, I kinda guessed.”

“N’ it’s like this whole time I’ve been waitin’ for that, for, I don’t even know what the fuck, to know if–if she loves me I guess, an’ she does, an’ I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I js’ froze. I froze bad. I love her, I do, I do… Fuck me. Look what I just did to ‘er.” He sloppily gulps what’s left in his glass as he finishes his sentence, then says immediately, “Pour me another one.”

“You tryna get shitfaced?” Tommy inquires, visibly concerned. 

“Wouldn’you?” 

Tommy bites the inside of his cheek, then uncaps the glass bottle and pours. “Fair ‘nough.”

“Mm.” Joel watches him pour, then raises his glass, “To bein’ a fuckin’ idiot.” and throws the liquor back. Tommy follows suit, for his brother's sake. 

—

You stumble the short way to your house, almost falling, and curse yourself for being so weak as to be physically hindered by nothing but a broken heart; nothing you haven’t felt before… this time feels different, though. 

Once inside your house, you sniffle, cough, and walk straight into the kitchen, dragging a chair behind you to set in front of the refrigerator. You climb it to retrieve the one bottle of alcohol you keep in your house: a bottle of wine, old as shit, found on the road. You don’t bother with a glass nor do you pull the chair back to the table, simply collapsing in it there and take out your pocket knife to work at the cork. 

How the wine tastes isn’t something you pay any mind to, though it’s possibly one that you should savor, being that it’s aged and all that. Within a few minutes, half of the bottle is gone, set on the counter next to your chair, where you sit, legs spread, elbows on your knees, nails on your scalp.

You told him you love him, you said the L word, you broke your rule, made many broken hearts ago, to not fucking do that. Why did you think, really believe, that this time was different? What a fucking fool. 

Sitting up straight, you breathe deeply, grab the bottle, and then guzzle another cup out. 

Should you just leave Jackson? Run away? It’d be best for the both of you, you think. Where would you go?

Suddenly, the question hits you: what's the point of going on if you have nobody?

You are well acquainted with this feeling of brokenheartedness and deep lonesomeness. However, you’ve never experienced it in a house like this, warm, unarmed, drunk. Well what's the point of staying in Jackson if all you’re going to do is… what, this? Go to the fucking movies? And avoid Joel. No way would Tommy talk to you. Maybe not Ellie, either. You couldn’t blame either of them. He’s theirs, they’re his, all running with loyalty in their blood. Not you, though. You are an outsider. 

Don't you dare allow the simple thought of what's the point? That is not allowed. For all the people you’ve known that have died, who held on with everything they could to the last fucking second, you can’t give it up. Even if it all just means pain, fear, and loneliness. 

At least if you’re alone all you need to fear for is yourself. Definitely not over some silly man, of all things. Some silly man, who you love like you’ve never loved before, who couldn’t bear the thought of that, so much so that he had to pretend like he hadn’t heard it, that you weren’t even there. 

“Jesus Christ.” You slur, standing, holding the bottle, and take a few empty steps into the empty living room. The couch bounces back with you when you plop down on it. Your eyes fall closed. Without opening them, you set the wine bottle on the coffee table and stretch out on the couch.

Clips and images of Joel run over your eyes and you’re drunk enough to enjoy them. You reflect on the first time you saw him, how unbelievably beautiful he was, and how funny he looked, like a lost little kid walking down the street, and then the first time you met, when Tommy called out his name while you talked with him leaned against opposite polls under the awning of a shop. Something about the cool light tones of the winter contrast ridiculously well with him and you were near starstruck. Immediately, you knew It was him. Then you started seeing him around more, you worked on a couple projects together in town, did patrols, met up on each other's porches, talked just to talk. You could talk for hours, nonstop, always something more to add. The kind of immediate connection you had is one you can’t remember the last time you had with anyone. By the end of winter, you were thick as thieves. 

And you had misread all of it, and ruined it. 

You jolt up. Then decide to move upstairs to bed, for some comfort at least. It works like a charm and you’re out cold within minutes of snuggling in under the covers. 

—

Tommy convinces Joel to quit drinking before he can’t walk anymore, which he decides is fair. Drinking isn’t helping anyway. It’s an extremely refreshing walk home. He isn’t unable to walk upstairs to his room, but he simply can’t be bothered, and he doesn’t want his creaking stomps to wake Ellie, so he flops on the couch, boots and all. 

In his drunken state, Joel squeezes his eyes shut and wills time to go back, so that when he wakes up, it’s yesterday morning, and he can do that all again, and do it right. In his head, he works out exactly what he’d say as something to convince time that it’s gonna go backwards for him. 

From the moment I saw you, I swear to god I knew it. You were different. And ever since then you’ve only proven me right. I just adore everything about you. Now that you're in my life I can't imagine life without you because I don't want to. I want forever with you. 

I have a hard time with love, I can't remember the last time I told someone I love them. Out loud, at least. I hope I've shown you I love you. But you need to hear me say it. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll tell you every day. Every night, every morning, I'll tell you I love you.

Loving you feels like freedom, it’s like finally being able to fill my lungs all the way up with air. And it comes so naturally, feeling this way, and trying to show you. I can learn to say it. I'll learn to say it for you. Because I need you to know. 

I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm scared to death, of all of it, of being in love in the first place. Scared to death. But it’s not going anywhere, and I never know when I'm gonna die, and I don't see the point in trying to push all this down because I don't know how long I have left to really, actually live, and loving is what makes living worth it. Love is the whole point. And I'll show you, I'll do everything I can to show you til the day I die, but if you tell me you love me I'll tell you back. So I'm telling you back. I love you. 

Joel mouths the words ‘I love you’, trying to get a feel for them again, and falls asleep with them still in his mouth. 

—

It takes you a long time to get out of bed once you wake, between the headache and the heartache and fear of facing the day. 

Why go to breakfast? You probably won’t be able to keep it down anyway. Water sounds fantastic, though. So, finally, you drag yourself out of bed, keeping the blankets as a cloak, having apparently stripped completely nude at some point in the night. 

Water was indeed a great idea. You feel it running through your brain, cooling and clearing. It doesn’t help anything else, though; last night still happened, your relationships are still ruined. Do you have anything going on today? Any reason you have to leave the house? No. Well, then, you won’t. Staying in bed all day sounds too depressing, so you go back to your room to slip on your biggest tshirt and your most comfortable pair of underwear. Your wrap your blankets back around yourself and they drag behind you down the stairs. With your trial, you feel like you must look like a slug.

To the couch it is. The bottle of wine from last night still sits on the coffee table. Day drinking crosses your mind, but it didn’t make anything better last night, so fuck that. You push the table away with your foot and slouch down as far as you comfortably can. You miss TV. 

—

When Joel wakes up, there is a short pause before the grim memories of last night come back to him and he draws out a swear as he wipes his hand over his eyes, forces them to open and then himself to sit. The light of the windows in front of him stings his eyes and he stands up to turn away, his knees struggling hard, and rubs his pained neck. He is too old to be sleeping on couches like this. That’s fine, he deserves pain anyway. 

The idea of going after you runs around in his head, hitting and spinning every other thought, and once again he’s lost. After a couple minutes of trying to figure something out, he thinks fuck it and heads for the front door. 

It’s warm, wet, cloudy, and a short walk to your house, not allowing Joel enough time to give in to cold feet. He makes it up to your porch but gets stuck there at your front door.

What is he scared of? He knows you love him, he just needs to tell you he loves you too, and apologize, maybe on his knees.

The image of him being on his knees in front of you brings a new idea in his head—his hands on your thighs, your hands in his hair; he wonders how you sound when you moan, how you taste, how long it’d take him to make you cum. Joel tries to shake the thoughts out, taking a deep breath. That is not the task at hand. However, a new realization re-electrifies the ideas, which he’s had many times before, but now… if you love him… that means he might be able to actually find all that out.

This is not the time for that, Joel scolds himself. 

He takes a deep breath. Shit, he forgot to figure out something to say. What was all that he had last night? All he remembers is how to say ‘I love you’. Shit. Joel takes another deep breath and starts practicing it again, barely audibly telling your front door ‘I love you’ over and over again. 

In his focus, he does not notice any kind of sound or movement inside your house until the door opens. 

—

Standing in front of you on your porch, Joel looks disoriented. You don’t know what tone to use to ask what he’s doing here so you say nothing. 

“Can I come in?” He finally speaks. 

You unthinkingly nod and stand aside to open the door for him. 

Once shut, you turn to him and nervously pull at the hem of your shirt. You felt too stupid with those blankets on, so you abandoned them on the couch, but you probably should have put on more clothes before you opened the door. Should you excuse yourself, go upstairs to change, leave him down here?

Suddenly, you realize that things between you are awkward now, and it makes you want to cry. 

“Alright.” Joel starts just in time, facing you with his hands on his hips. He still can’t meet your eyes. Is he here to scold you? Say ‘how dare you’? ‘You ruined everything’? ‘I’m leaving’? ‘You should leave’? Instead, he shocks you by saying “I’m sorry.” Then he slowly works his brow up to peer at you. You huff, flustered. He looks back down. 

“Why?” You let out, small, and his eyes shoot back up to you. He raises his head up fully, looking at you square, and swallows hard.

There’s a pause. Neither of you look away. 

“Last night. I fucked that up.” His voice is deep and uneven. Joel’s shoulders move with a deep breath, “Listen. I… shit.” He looks down, taps his toe on the floor. You cross your arms protectively over your chest. “I fucked that up. I’m sorry. That wasn’t… that didn’t… express what I wanted to… what I feel. I just get scared, y’know?” He looks at you, then back down. “I mean, you do know. But I, I realized that it doesn’t matter. That’s all bullshit. Cause here you are, and here I am, and… Jesus.” He shakes his head, then talks like he’s unleashing it, finally meeting your eyes, and you can see the earnestness in them, “Listen. I feel like I was always just waiting for you, I just didn't know it.” Joel’s gaze falters again. Then his voice is deeper, softer, quieter, and more melodic, “I dream about you. When I’m asleep and when I’m awake, an’ I think you’re the most beautiful thing. You’re js’ special. An’ I feel lucky that I met you, and I adore you. Everythin’ about you. An’ I don’t care what they say about sayin’ shit like this, cause you are perfect. An’ I gotta thank you for sayin’ somethin’ first cause I’m a fuckin’ coward, an’ I’m just sorry it took so long. You deserve more, you deserve to know every day. I know I… I just… even if it’s not… like that, I hope I show you how much I care about you.” Eyes focused firmly on the floor, Joel scuffs the toe of his boot. “I’d do anythin’ for you. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll go wherever you go, an’ I’ll get my shit together so I can tell you, every morning, every night, every time you tell me, that I love you. I love you.” Joel swallows hard and keeps his head down. 

Chills run up and down you. Why do you feel like crying? He looks so sad and shy and you want to hold him up, raise his chin, straighten his posture to how it should be, head held high; you want him lying in bed like this so you can make him feel better with your mouth and your hands; you want to just hug him, feel him holding you, so warm, so protected, you want to be engulfed in him. You’re too far away. So you take two quiet steps towards him, stop, and then take one more. Two more steps and you’d be on him. He’s watching your bare feet as you approach. 

Your voice is quiet and delicate when you ask, “So you love me?” and he finally looks up, slowly examining your body from the feet up and finally to your eyes. 

“Yes.”

There's a pause, you take another half step, and ask, “Can you kiss me?”

The few seconds it takes for him to find his way to your lips last a very long time, and the moments once they actually meet can’t last long enough. 

You let out a sigh as they do, losing touch with gravity a little, resting back in his arms wrapped around your back, preoccupied with his lips hard against yours, finally knowing them, finally tasting him; you want to drink him in, have him inside you in every way, a part of you. This first moment, you see as so, and appreciate all of the newness, the finally, finally, finally, finally.

He lets you pull off his layers until he’s only in a t-shirt, and you’re chilled over and over again in excitement and something else, whatever it is, you don’t care, all you care about is his arms almost bare, so thick and strong, his hands in places they’ve never been before, smoothing over your back, hooking around you, dragging over your front, over your stomach with a pressure that opens your mouth and furrows your brow. He pulls away then, only enough to be able to look at you, and his brow is relaxed in a way you’ve only seen hints of. He brushes one hand clumsily over your face, this thumb over your lips, and you angle your head down to catch it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking him in the eyes. With a deep breath, Joel takes his hand away to kiss you instead, deep, wet, pressing your foreheads together, then slowly backs you all the way up against the wall. Then he drags himself down, keeping most of himself on you as he does, hands following your curves, chin or lips dragging down however they can, and then he’s on his knees. 

Joel brushes his hands up and down the sides of thighs, then grips your hips. “Can I taste you?” He asks softly, big, puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

Frankly, you breathe out, “Yes.” 

Joel takes a deep breath, first pressing kisses just above, then over your underwear with a pressure that makes you tingle just under it. He opens his mouth and drags it over you open, still over the fabric, with a heat that you know has you absolutely soaking already.

Still looking in your eyes, Joel hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulls until they drop around your ankles. He bunches up your long t-shirt in a fist, lifting it up and resting it on your stomach, then he holds your hip firmly with his other hand, stabilizing himself as he moves his mouth in. Joel focuses, ready to finally show you what he can do for you, secretly smiling as he licks a line up with a flat tongue, proud when your chest jumps with a gasping moan. He repeats, kitten licking you, getting you nice and wet for him to take your clit into his mouth, forming around the sensitive tip to suck and massage with his tongue. Intense pleasure takes your breath away and as you gasp your nipples begin to feel more sensitive rubbing against your shirt and you let your hand smooth over your breast. 

“Shit Joel, fuck,” you breath out, then lean your torso forward as you moan, and fall back as he releases your clit.

Joel moves his hand from your hip to under your thigh and lifts it, pressing the side against the wall, opening you up more for him. His head bobs as his tongue slides further in, licking a line straight from your hole up to under your clit, and then again, this time sharpening the tip of his tongue to lick under your clit until it flicks off. Your pussy craves it seemingly with a mind of its own, controlling you. 

“Yes, Joel, fuck, just like that, oh my god,”

And so he repeats, the tip of his tongue continually stimulating the underside of your clit. When your hips turn up into him he lets his mouth shift down to swirl over your hole, his nose instead rubbing up and down the area above. Your moans are chocked, deep, and long, as you feel that pressure beginning to unwind inside of you. Knowing that it’s on him, you want to let go, give yourself to him, let him have you.

From your sounds, Joel can tell he’s closing in, but no way is he letting this last only a couple minutes. For one thing, he doesn’t want this to end, but he also wants you in ruins by the time he’s done. Joel swipes one more flat lick over the full length of your pussy and then pulls away, looking up at you. The tip of his nose shines with your wetness and he’s near out of breath. 

“Not lettin’ you go that easy, darlin’, ain’t gott’n my fill yet.” He stands, pulling himself up using your arms, and is back in your mouth, no concern for how he’s licking your own cum into your mouth. You don’t really care either anyway, all you care about is how he’s on you. Arms wrapped to hold your stomach to his, you feel his strength again. In between kisses, Joel says, “I’ve been waitin’ so long to know how you taste. Waitin’ so long to make you feel good like that. You’re so fuckin’ sexy. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you cum. I wanna make you cum with just my mouth. Just my mouth on your pussy.”

Sounds fucking good to me, you think, almost making yourself laugh, but don’t waste any time to speak so as not to take away from your tongue teeth and lips on his. Being connected to him like this feels so secure, so correct; the awkwardness that had scared you so bad has vanished and now you’re closer than ever before, in body, spirit, and mind. 

Your lips allow you, “Do whatever you want with me.” 

A line of saliva keeps you connected when Joel pulls away, both of your faces wet, mostly with you. His hands shift to your forearms, holding them to pull you as he walks backward, guiding you to sit you down on your couch. When you’re down he’s immediately back between your legs, grabbing your thigh to hold out, and you see his other reach to what must be down his pants. The idea of that, Joel stroking himself just under you, makes you feel hotter still and you moan as his tongue connects. He makes a sound and it vibrates through you and you grip his hair and let yourself fall back, your other hand used to stabilize you on the couch so that you can arch your back and watch him. As his tongue rolls over your opening, he peers up at you. The image of him here itself could be enough to push you over the edge. So many days admiring him, soaking up his beauty, and how many times have you touched yourself imagining something just like this? 

Joel has the same thoughts going on in his head as he strokes himself rapidly. As much as he wants to feel himself all the way inside of you, as far as he’ll fit, and feel you squeeze around him, he’ll save that for you for another time. For now, he’s getting off just fine watching—making you get off.

“Joel, that feels so good,” you whine, he hums again and your hips jolt up. 

Joel’s eyes stay locked on yours as all of his own movements become unsteady with the more pleasure he gives himself, his hand pumping up and down his full length. He’s never been this hungry in his life, and here you are to devour. 

“Joel I know you’re touching yourself I wanna see you cum,”

“You first, darlin.” He says basically into you. He uses his tongue to tease your hole with swirling force, then licks up to your clit and sucks it. Keeping his focus there, he releases your thigh to utilize that hand to hook two fingers into you, then rocking them in and up.  

As soon as he starts with this you know you’re done for, and when your face screws up and your hips roll, forcing him to follow you, he knows, too. Joel strokes himself faster, fed by the feeling of his fingers inside of you and this prizing view.

You hold your thigh up for him, your head is leaned back and eyes squeezed shut, triggered by pure pleasure. The pressure building inside of you is like a balloon that Joel repeatedly hits with his two hooked fingers and you feel yourself squeezing, and try not to squirm away as your body rolls closer and closer to overwhelming climax. 

“Joel Joel Joel Joel Joel,”

As he comes close to finishing himself, Joel’s mouth opens wider, but he does what he can to keep you stimulated, closing it and moving his tongue all up and down wherever it can, and then he sucks, and his fingers land on your G spot and he rocks them and you’re cumming, loudly. Joel does not release, fighting through your writhing to pull you through your orgasm and with his last licks, he cums, and you shake as his moans vibrate through you. 

You slow to a stop, Joel removes his fingers once your pussy releases them, and falls back to sit on the ground in front of you. His pants are undone but his boxers are up, hiding his dick but not the wetness of his cum in them. Shy, you lean forward to cover yourself with your hanging t-shirt. You’re both smiling like giddy kids, and you kiss again, unavoidably wet, but soft, slow, and sweet—appreciative. You keep your eyes closed for a moment when you pull away and he smiles watching you. 

“Now what?”

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere near noon.”

“You wanna go get lunch?”

You smile. “Alright. Just let me get dressed, I mean, I have to… clean myself up.” You chuckle shyly. 

Joel stands, zipping his pants back up and redoing his belt. “Yeah, me too. Need a whole new pair a underwear. How bout I meet you back here? Won’t take long.” 

“Alright.” You smile, reaching down to pull your underwear back up and stand, twisting your legs around each other. 

Joel walks behind you to pick up his discarded layers and you watch him shamelessly use the inside of his coat to wipe down his face. When he looks up, he smirks slightly, looking you up and down, steps towards you and then leans in, “Gimmie some sugar.”

You smile and oblige, leaning in slow and taking his lips in yours. What was meant as some cheeky kiss turns soft, sweet, and sincere.

This is how things are now, you realize, you can kiss him, and he can fuck you, and you can go get lunch together. 

“I love you.” You quickly add after you pull away. 

“I love you, my beautiful girl.” 

You beam, he basks in it.