#I'm just waiting when my passion will take over my head to finally start again

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Rewatching animatics/animations of the authors I love and see all the sweats, poses, moves, progress, all their road over their creation, all ideas, all fandoms, everything they love and put it out in their works makes my head explode with such indescribable power

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miss sunshine

pre-outbreak Joel Miller x neighbor!reader [7.3k] summary: He's always been out of reach. A fantasy. Joel was too much of everything—too handsome, too friendly, too una-fucking-vailable for any of you. Too bad his kid adores you. (What a blessing.) Too bad she uses you as a scapegoat and lands him right on his door. One bottle of wine, and Joel shows you he might be closer than you thought. 📝 I wanted to try something different. Less hurt, less end-of-the-world bullshit. Let me know your thoughts. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. ⚠️Smut. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex, oral (f and m receiving), riding, missionary, passionate neighbors sex, yay.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤTexas, Summer of 2002.

When the bell rings, you think it's best to ignore it.

Living alone equals a lot of privileges, but the ability to go out alone and answer the door on a random Wednesday evening was not one of them. You're wearing compromising clothes and a robe, the bottle of wine you craved was finally open, and the last thing you wanted was to be murdered before enjoying it.

Then, you hear it. Your name, followed by, "It's Miller. Joel."

Fuck.

Well—this is exactly how many of your dreams started. Although this wouldn't go like them, for him, you'd open the door.

His eyes do little to hide the once-over when the door slides open.

They go down, then back up, and he seems to catch on to the fact that you saw it. Then, he shakes his head just a little, and says, "Is Sarah here?"

Well, well, well. You lean against the door. "Did she say she was?"

Joel pierces you with his Dad Look. "Yes." Obviously, it goes without saying.

What other reason would he have, right? Clearing your throat, you feel the anxiety bubbling underneath the surface. "Uhm. She isn't," you look apologetic as you say it. As if it's your fault his prepubescent daughter uses you as a scapegoat.

His sigh is enough to make you feel how tired he is. Overworked. Exhausted.

You try to understand what might've happened before he loses his mind, "What time d'you usually come back from work? Maybe she's at a friend's. She probably thought you'd be back later than this."

He finishes rubbing both palms all over his face, and he threads one hand through his hair. "I'm usually back at nine—well, I'm supposed to be back at nine. I'm usually home by ten." That checks out, then. "But—that doesn't explain why she lied to me."

"Any special occasions coming up soon?"

Joel frowns. "Uhm. My birthday's in a few days, but—"

"Ahhhh." It shuts his mouth, the way you exclaim it so clearly. "She's brainstorming, Joel."

"Brainstorming...?"

"A gift." No daughter had easy access to what made their fathers happy. You take pity on him. "C'mon—let me scare the little one."

You walk inside without waiting for his reply, knowing Joel will make his way in. "What d'you mean, scare her?"

The noise of his boots hitting the floor makes you happy.

You take the phone out of the wall and look at him. "She always keeps that cellular phone with her when she goes out?"

"Always," he nods.

"Perfect." You know it by heart already. As you dial, you feel Joel's eyes on your house. It's the first he's ever been inside, and it makes you hyperaware of every movement of his. "It's ringing," you inform him with a grin forming.

He looks confused. More tired than anything else, but it'll make sense in a second.

"Hey, miss Sunshine!" the nickname she gave you always brings a smile to your face.

Time to put on a show. Feigning panic in your voice, you yell-whisper on the phone, "S, love, would you mind telling me why on Earth is your pops—" you fake cover your end of the line to yell, "one minute!" then you're back at whispering again, "why is he parked outside my house right now? Is there something I should know?"

"Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit—"

You're glad he can't hear her end of it. "No time for panic. Explain."

"I am so sorry, Sunny! I thought he'd be back in like, two hours or something. Oh, god, can you please cover for me? I wrote a note saying I was at your place. Sleeping there. I was gonna call you before he came back home but Jenny and I—"

"You're at somebody named Jenny?" you repeat the information, looking at Joel with a question in your eyes, and when he nods, your heart soothes at knowing she's safe. "And you didn't think to mention your brilliant idea earlier?" going for the full effect again, you yell out, "One minute, Joel!"

At least she's fast in her rambles. "Yeah, yeah. My best friend. She's trying to help me come up with a surprise for him. I'm not there often and it's never on his birthday. I wanna make it special."

"Okay. Cool. Next time, fill me in as you make the plans."

"I will, I promise. Pinky promise. You think you can convince him I'm sleeping there?" the plea in her voice is adorable.

You chuckle. "I've got you, S." Joel sighs in relief in front of you. "Just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Be back here tomorrow first thing in the morning. 7:30 sharp. I'm gonna invite your dad for breakfast, as punishment for your lack of planning, and you'll be the one making us the pancakes," before she can even answer, you go, "Toodles!" and hang up.

When you put your phone back at the base, you turn around with a proud smile.

Joel's looking at you funny. "You're good at that," he says.

"At what? Acting?" you laugh when nods. "I was a trouble child. I'm great at lying."

"Aren't those the same?"

"Eh. A thin line separates them." You can sense his awkwardness creeping up, so you do your best to think on the spot. "Is she one to escape?"

"Not really, no." He's shuffling on his feet, uncertain of what to do in your home. "She's never done this before."

"From what she told me, she's never around for your birthday."

"That's true."

"She wants to make a surprise for you," you inform. It puts that smile on his face that makes your knees a little weak. "And now she has to be back here at seven in the morning. All is well."

He laughs. "Yeah, I guess so."

He's gonna see himself out. You swallow all the nervousness that being in his presence creates and just... goes for it. "Is it hard? Having a kid?"

That relaxes some of the tension in his shoulders. He leans on the counter of your kitchen and shakes his head. "Not really. It's a lot of work, but it's not hard. It's rewarding."

I wish my mother felt the same. You smile at the truth in his words. "I can see it's hard work." He laughs again. "Well—I had just opened that before you rang the bell," you point at the Pinot on top of the counter. "Want a glass? Unless you tell me you're 'only beer' kind of guy, then I can't help ya."

Joel looks between you and the bottle a couple of times, then looks down at himself. "I'm uh—I'm all greasy and gross from work. You sure that's the company you want for wine?"

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards your glasses cabinets. "If I told you that you can go home and shower, you'd never come back."

"And that'd be a bad thing?"

"Sure it would. You're the only person in this entire street that hasn't interrogated me on my life so far, I feel left out. Offended, even," you add with a dramatic twist. Your robe flows around you, and you can't help but smile when you see his eyes following you.

It's the way he swallows visibly, almost audibly, that plants a seed of maybe inside your head. "I'm not usually one to pry."

You place both glasses on the counter. "Neither am I."

"I know. It's why I like ya," Joel says it with eyes on the glasses instead of you. "That and the way you talk to the plants."

Your hand on the corkscrew stops, and you want to slam your forehead against the wood. "Oh, god."

His laughter is so nice. "Nah, don't be embarrassed. 's why I gave you your nickname."

"Don't be embarrassed? That's mortifying, Joel. I thought no one—wait." Had you heard him right? "What d'you mean you gave me my nickname?"

Joel's head tilts, and he's definitely a charmer kind of guy. If you do have a chance, you might be fucked. "Your nickname."

"Miss Sunshine?" He nods. "I thought that was Sarah."

"No, Sarah used it first in front of you," he pulls one of the glasses closer to him. "I said it first."

Well... that made it just as special but in a different way. You pour the wine into both glasses. "Good to know. I was under the impression she was the creative genius in the household—I just. Quick question that I never asked her: Why?"

"'Cause every mornin' before I left for work you're there on that big window," he points at the glass window that's occupies ceiling to floor, the very reason you picked this house, "talking to your plants as if you're the sun itself waking them up. 's cute."

Cute. You hate how he has the ability to make you blush. What is this, fucking high school?

"That makes sense."

Joel wipes his palms on the side of his t-shirt and then looks up at you. "If I go home with the promise of comin' back, will you let me shower?"

Let me. You're thankful your arms are covered because you're unsure of what this man is capable of when he knows the effect he has on somebody.

"I'll let you," you answer.

Joel nods and his smile is so genuine that you wonder why you never tried before.

"'kay," he takes one sip of the wine, hums in approval, and then takes a deep breath. "'m gonna go. I'll be back to interrogate you."

"I'll leave the door open."

"No—Jesus bloody Christ, are you and Sarah mad? Lock the door, Sunshine." You like it so much when he's the one that says it. "I'm serious."

"Alright, jeez," you laugh.

It's less tense than you imagined as he puts his shoes back on and walks out of your door. Joel crosses the street with a little wave in your direction, and all you can think is—what on Earth am I gonna do to him?

When he's back, Joel smells so good it's intoxicating.

It makes your brain melt.

Minty and fresh. That's what his stuff smells like, and you know the idea of that scent's now painted on the walls of your brain.

He does that stupid little dad pose, widening both arms and lifting them up in a display of 'what do you think' before walking in.

It makes you want to push him against the wall, but you do your best at behaving.

For now.

"Brand new man?" you ask.

He points at his glass of wine, untouched since the moment he left. "Will be in a sec."

You wait for him to take a sip before extending him what you held in your hand before he arrived.

Joel eyed the cigarette and, thank fuck, there was none of the annoying judgment sometimes people carried. He stops his movement to sit on the stool and asks, "You smoke in here, or are we goin' outside?"

"There's a table there. Weather's nice. D'you mind?"

Joel grabs his glass, shaking his head. "Not at all, ma'am. Lead the way."

"Ma'am," you echo him, sounding disgusted. He laughs behind you, "Who am I, Mrs. Adler?"

Still laughing, Joel answers, "Nah. Too talkative for that."

You turn around with your mouth hanging open, trying very little to look offended. "I beg your pardon. We never spoke for longer than, what, five minutes?"

Joel shrugs his shoulders. His smile is as intoxicating as his presence. "I hear things."

"You hear things?" you ask, pushing open the door that leads outside.

"I do," he sips his wine, looking to the small terrace where your little table is. "My daughter's a gossiper, little Sunshine. I think y'should know that."

Little Sunshine. Goddamn this man.

"Should I be scared, here? I haven't even told her anything, but I feel like I should be."

"If you didn't tell her anythin', than why would you be?"

"Because!" you laugh, feeling just a little out of your depth with his smoothness. You expected more closeness from Joel. Less teasing, easy banter. "You're talking like someone who knows a lot, that's all."

"And I do," he says, sounding every bit as serious.

You sit down on one of the chairs — your chair, precisely — and watch as Joel walks around a little, taking in the environment. He adds, "Did ya know," pausing for a dramatic effect, he sips again, "that in all of three months, you became one of my daughters' favorite people?"

He pins you under his gaze.

You cross your legs, and watch happily as his gaze drops to the motion.

"Did I?" if you sip at his pace, you'll be throwing yourself on his lap in an embarrassing amount of time.

Joel nods behind his cup, touching one of the many plants that cover your backyard area from floor, to walls, to ceiling. "You did," he smiles, dropping the fake seriousness. "Are you ready to deal with the six months absence? 'Cause from personal experience," he points both hands at his chest, "you try convincing yourself you won't miss her all that much 'cause, y'know, it's "just" a girl, but—fuck," he spits the last word, smiling widening around the fact. "She's so cool to have around. You'll see. Your phone's bill's about to create life."

It grounds you.

The way Joel speaks of Sarah makes you feel comfortable sitting here, and any doubts you had are sucked by the green life around you and returned as oxygen.

Joel talks about anything, no reservations.

In his absence, you doubted whether this could be any different than most times.

Would Joel be like that—like any of those other guys?

He wasn't.

Joel, as much as you hated to admit it, was an exception.

Maybe these things were fated. Simple chemistry. Similar mindsets. Whatever it was—you had it every once in a blue moon.

Your expectations settings were long ago molded to expect the least, and it takes only half a bottle of wine for you to notice the need to rear it in.

He's so damn easy. Joel goes from one topic to another like he's interested. He answers your questions with full interest, sometimes going on tangent stories, and he's the one who keeps the glasses filled.

Attentive, you take note the second time that happens. Before any of the glasses got empty, he served you both.

He compliments your taste in music and sounds genuine about it.

The weird silences you most dreaded never happen—if he's not answering you, Joel asks things. Interesting things, unlike any other neighbor.

"Was it you who decorated your place inside? 'Cause, there are very specific things in there. And you seem like the type to know what you like."

Joel was very attentive.

He asked, "and is this what you like to do with your free time?" pointing at the books you put away when you both arrived, "Drink wine, read, talk to your plants?"

"I still can't believe you've seen me doing that."

He laughed at that. "It's a pretty big window, Sunshine. Jesus Christ—you don't lock the door, you don't know people can see through your gigantic-ass window—I'm genuinely starin' to get worried here."

"Okay, first of all, I do lock my door."

"Do you?"

"'Course. Most days."

"Oh my—"

"—and! Now that I was reminded of my window's size, I'll consider buying drapes. Long, white ones. That'd be cool."

It was easy.

Talking to Joel—sharing a table with him, a glass of wine—so easy.

He never looked uncomfortable. Even if he moved a lot, Joel looked good—so damn good you lost focus every now and then—, but good with himself.

In his skin.

That was intoxicating.

When he does more than just talk and asks things; it's almost too damn easy. Was time supposed to go this way?

The first bottle end, but it's too soon.

You know it. He knows it—plays with it, in fact. Waves the empty bottle after pouring it for you and him in the air very lightly then places it on the floor.

Offering another one is almost a visceral reaction.

You don't have the same finesse he does, or at least, you think not, but if his smiles and closing proximity are anything to go by, he's enjoying himself as much as you are. "I dance around opening these a lot," you say pointing at the empty bottle. Pulling your legs closer to yourself despite the voice of your mother telling you that's a body language sign of insecurity—fuck insecurity. "Don't wanna be the wine lady on top of the plant one. But they're good. I like it."

"I only drink wine when my brother cooks," he offers.

The glass in your hands makes you feel safe enough to land this conversation where you want it. "Really? He cooks a lot?"

"More than me," Joel confesses with a shrug. "He likes to match the wine to the dish and that type o' stuff."

"I was taught how to be picky, but if I'm being honest—" you like the way Joel leans in closer when you pause it. You smile, "it's all just grapes tastin' really, really good." The sound of his damn laugh. This man's gotta have a flaw, you think. "As long as it's wine, I'm happy."

"I think that about a good beer after a day of work."

"We're all just trying to give ourselves little positive reinforcements for playing nice at doing our jobs, huh?"

Joel pauses at that. Lifts his eyebrows, then bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow—"

"Oh god", while it took you a lot of alcohol to get drunk, being open-mouthed about weird things came with the territory of feeling comfortable.

Joel made you comfortable, even if you were mortified at how amused he was.

When he's done laughing, he looks at you. "That's cute. You're the philosophical type."

"Isn't everybody who enjoys wine?"

"I don't know. I enjoy wine and I'm not one to go that far, I think."

"Hmm. Philosophizing can involve different topics. Lenses."

Joel wolf whistles. "Well, I think I'd need a couple more glasses to unlock that side of me."

"Not a problem," you get up, and resist the urge to wink at him. "I'll be back."

Your reflection in the kitchen mirrors is the confirmation of how fucked exactly you are.

It's more than just the color on your cheeks—it's the glassy screen over your eyes, making it shine like...

Well, very few times.

Fuck, you think.

Maybe that's why your palms are sweating.

He's more than you bargained for—Joel's looks were hard to move on from, but this?

Once in Rome...

Fuck it.

It's not as if either one of you was blinded to what a moonlight late-night conversation leads to.

The air outside could be felt.

When you're going back with the opened bottle, another pin drops in your mind.

He has the whole night free.

You don't break the bottle, but it's a close call.

Joel asks you the second you're back, "I have a depressing confession to make—I was tryin' to keep to it to myself, but honestly, it's all I taught about when you left."

You place the bottle in the middle of the table carefully and sit back down with your eyes on him.

He moved his chair closer again.

"Do share," you urge.

Joel looks around the yard—he seems to do it a lot when he's dipping his toes into personal places and says, "This is the first time in a—uh—I don't even know. A while. That I just... sat with another adult. Drank something nice. Talked about more than just—fucking politics, or whatever." Joel's eyes on you make you feel honored. You know he'd say that's a silly thought if you said it out loud. "It's really nice. And—the depressing part comes in now: I'm only here 'cause of my brother."

You tilted your hair. "You're here because... of Tommy?" you tried connecting those dots, but came up short.

Thankfully, Joel was here. With his smile, and his explanation.

"You see, before Sarah's mom and I decided she could spend some months here instead of just a few weekends, I was already... shutting in. His words, not mine," Joel picks up his glass for a sip, and you hang onto every word he says. "So when she came, he took me out one night. That little bar a few blocks from here—y'know Mr. O'Donovan's place?" when you shake your head, he waves a hand, "I'll take you someday—'s the only place around here that's worth a dime."

"I'll take your word for it." I hate bars. You'd go for him. With him.

"I think I know what beer you'd like," it comes off as a whisper, and you have to hide behind your glass again. "I only remember that talk because he made me promise. He's not one to ask for promises."

"What did he make you promise?"

"He was upset 'cause I kept turnin' him down every time he wanted to do his 'meet my friend and you'll be good friends' match-making shit, so he said, 'you promise that the next time someone invites you do somethin' you actually wanna do, you're not gonna turn 'em down? You'll actually fucking go, without makin' excuses to yourself'. And that sounded fair. So I promised."

You take note of the effort he's making.

The subtle 'this isn't just about what's about to happen'.

'I'll take you someday'.

'Next time someone invites you to do somethin' you actually wanna do'.

So more than just neighbors. You nod at that, smiling at him. "He seems like a good brother," you say. "Siblings can be a pain in the ass."

Joel stops his glass on the way to his lip to shake his head at you, "Oh, no no," he takes the sip first, and says, "one doesn't negate the other. He very much is a pain in my ass, trust me."

You laugh. "Older and younger?"

"Younger," he nods. "I had a lil' bit of peace here and there before he was born."

"Can't imagine you'd have it any other way nowadays."

He agrees with you.

When he doesn't, Joel scrunches his nose as he shakes his head.

He does silly faces. You wonder if he's aware of how unfair it is that he gets to look like that. Tender. Charming.

He proves your theory to be right with only half another bottle.

Put two or more adults plus a certain amount of alcohol in a closed environment, and sex will be on the table.

It makes you blush when you think... it could literally be on the table.

Joel pretends he doesn't see you growing hotter. He keeps his eyes on you as you take off the robe instead of looking at your arms. Listens to what you're saying without losing focus.

Only when you're done and asking him something in response that he looks.

It makes your throat dry when he does.

Joel has an unabashed, almost cocky tilt to his mannerisms.

You thought he'd be quieter than he is—more serious.

It's a welcomed contrast.

When sex is laid on the table, it comes because he brought up the joke you made at the beginning of the night about his lack of interest in your life, and decided to ask you things. Where you grew up. If you were always like this.

"Define 'like this'."

"Smart with the calculating glance, and sweet-talking."

"Is that me?"

"Sure is, Sunshine."

None of the questions that people usually ask.

It makes you bite your lip more than you wished—his manly, tall presence gets under your skin in ways that no previous partner managed to. Tucking your hair behind your ear, avoiding leading the conversation to the exact places you liked, giggling—those weren't things you did.

He pulled them from you.

When he does ask you the 'usual' questions, it lacks the malicious curiosity inflating others whenever they did.

Sex is laid on the table because Joel looks you in the eyes with that easiness in his shoulders and asks, "I'm not as private as you, though—all of my neighbors already know Tommy, and Sarah. You, on the other hand... the mysterious crime and horror novelist, who talks to her plants and moved from so, so far. I might not be the prying type, but I was curious about you long before my gremlin set her little claws on you. How come I never see anyone coming in or out of here? You tellin' me not one friend of yours followed you here to god-forsaken Texas?"

Your glass is almost empty, and you focus on the twirling of the red inside it to avert your mind from the way he's sitting. "The point of moving was getting away from them. All of them, as bad as that sounds," you cover your eyes with your free hand, and Joel's hand touches your forearm.

"Hey—it's fine. Don't feel bad. 'm happy you had the privilege of gettin' away. If you wanted to move away from all of it, I'm sure you had your reasons."

Looking between your fingers, you try appraising his face. "Really?"

"Really," he nods.

"Okay." You sit up straight. "And I do have people over, sometimes. You're just always at work."

"Yeah? You made friends already?"

"A few, yeah."

"Where?" he removes his hand from your forearm but drops it to your chair's armrest. The proximity is doing something to you. "I thought you worked from home."

"I do," you agree. "But I do other stuff. I'm not always here with my plants, Joel," you roll your eyes, smiling amusedly.

Joel laughs, "I wouldn't know. If I could work from home and stay with my tools and wood, I would."

"And I believe you," you nodded.

He bites on his smile before asking. "What other stuff d'you do?"

"I joined a book club," you reply, feeling all levels of boring.

From his look, he disagrees. "You got the patience for that?"

"Sure do," you nod again.

He nods, pouting in awe. "Nice," he says. "Are your book club friends givin' you the right impression of Texans?"

"I'm warming up to them," you smile.

Nodding, he asks, "Should I ask now the questions all my neighbors already know the answer to? 'Cause I am curious. Did you know Mr. Adler tried tellin' me what he 'discovered' about you? He tried looking blasé when he said that, but I'm sure he just wanted to gossip about the pretty girl who moved across from him."

"Ew, Joel," you laugh.

His eyes never leave you—you feel it even when you're not looking at him. He's laughing too. "What? It's true."

When you look back up at him, you wonder—when did you two get this close?

"You can ask," you say. "It's not that exciting, the answer. Actually, it's not exciting at all."

"Hmm, I'll be the judge of that," he sips his wine, and leaves the glass on the table. "You already know my backstory, so kill my curiosity now," he pierces with his eyes for a moment, "how on Earth is there no ring on this finger?" he points to your ring finger, then he leans in closer, and you can smell the wine in his breath; you want to kiss it until it's taste is gone, "and how is it that I never see anyone leaving here early in the mornings?"

Well. "No ring 'cause I didn't want one so far," you reply. To him, you give more honesty than anyone else who's asked. "And I have the luxury of living without it. I know many friends of mine who don't—and actually, that was part of..." don't go there. "Nevermind," you shake your head, pinning yourself to here.

"You just didn't want it?" he echos.

You nod, "Never did," there's no reason to lie to him. He smells so good—why would you lie to him? "Most men bore men, Joel."

"Wow," the smile that widens is a little baffled. A little dirty. "Should I be scared?"

At that, you burst out laughing. "Really?" You have no clocks outside, but the starry sky and the deep silence in the houses next to you are a good enough indicator. "It's been... a couple of hours, at least. We're one bottle and a half," you say, looking at your glasses shining on the table, "deep into conversation... and you wonder if you should be scared?"

Joel's still looking at you when you look back. His arm is around your chair, and your back touches it when you lean back against it. "I'll take that as a no."

"You are very far from boring."

"'m happy you think so," he smiles. He lets his eyes drop to your lips, without a care for the two palms of distance that separate your faces. It's meant to be blatant. Obvious. "Just another question..."

Here it comes, you thought. Why no kids? Why so alone? Do you feel lonely?

"Why me?" he asks.

It's nothing more than a breath.

You could ignore it. Give any answer, and close the gap. Instead, you give him honesty. "Honestly? I was so attracted to you, the second I saw you, that I was willing to even hear somethin' stupid coming out of your mouth if I could just—," do it, do it, do it. Seeing his eyes darken from up close is torture. You can feel the pulse of your heartbeat between your legs. "Now, if I were any smart, I'd be wishing for you to be bad at all the rest, because..."

This was amazing already.

Joel laughs, just a single, breathy laugh, and then does something you would never see it coming.

He pushes his chair back with the weight of his hips and drops to his knees.

The gasp you let out is enough to put the most insufferable smile on his face.

"Don't say that," he feigns hurt, as if he wasn't smiling with his eyes and lips. "It might've been a while, but I don't think I lost my touch just yet."

Joel's hands envelop your knees and slowly pull them apart. You feel like an open wire—aware of every breath your body takes and each minimum reaction to him.

You feel the wet pulse inside your panties when he kisses the skin of your inner thigh, right above your knee.

Joel smiles up at you, blinking his eyes.

Damn him, you think. His hands caress their way up your skin, and you wished you were naked already.

He seems like someone to enjoy the torture—when his hands reach the curve of your ass, they stop there, holding onto your waist.

"Have I?" he asks, kissing the other inner leg. You feel a hint of his tongue in the short kiss.

What could you say to that?

"You really haven't."

Feeling the hot breathing of his laughter on your inner thighs was not in your list for tonight.

"Do I get a kiss, then?"

He would never have to ask you twice.

Your legs wrap around his torso when you lean down to meet him for the kiss. Joel seems to love the position—he smiles at first, gripping you by the neck.

He takes his time to look at you before he dives in. A mental check-in. Maybe just admiring, just as you were from the second he kneeled.

His kiss comes from experience. A lot of fucking experience.

If you were weak in the knees before, you seal the notion that you're out of your depth there and then.

Joel kisses like no one's ever kissed you before—like he wants to explore, discover, conquer.

He licks his way inside of you with the first kiss.

His tongue isn't shy; he makes you adjust to his rhythm, to let go and open up, and when you, you're rewarded with it—he pulls up just an inch, just to whisper, "that's it," and then dives back in.

Joel wraps his arm around your shoulder and neck in a possessive manner. It's why he makes it so easy for you let him guide it—he's holding you, and you moan as you melt into him.

He wants to feel your body.

The more you press yourself against him, the more Joel grants you little sighs of his own pleasure.

He never pushes his hips against you. Never presses you towards him.

It makes you want to scream.

When he pulls away, Joel sighs happily. He presses his right thumb over your swollen bottom lip, and nodding, kneels on his heels again.

"Joel..."

Your face remains close to his, gravitating to where he does. He whispers, "Lift your hips up for me, Sunshine," wrapped around a smile.

You do as he says.

His hand takes off your shorts without your eyes ever leaving you, and when the item is on the floor, Joel releases the robe you foregone earlier tonight from your backrest to slide down where you sit.

To not make a mess, it says.

Your face is burning up, but not as much as the rest of you.

"Is this ok?" he asks.

He waits for your nod of approval before pulling you by your knees. "Good," he's strong enough to get you where he wants in one pull. Your hips are nearing the end of the chair and from this angle, Joel gets to look.

He eyes the underwear as if it's personally offending him.

"I like the color," he says. He traces a finger across the baby blue lace and looks up at you. "Suits ya," he says. That's when he hooks a finger on the fabric, pulling it to the side. "I dreamt about this."

That gets to you.

Joel's fingers are thorough—able. He uses his knuckles to spread the lips apart, uncaring about the whines you let out above him, still holding on to the shame of being the only one exposed.

It lasts until he places two knuckles on each side of your clit, stimulating it with back-and-forth movements.

You were right about the torture.

He enjoys it.

Joel waits for your clit to be hard between his fingers before he puts his mouth to it.

You can only cling onto his hair.

I dreamt about this, too.

"Fuck—I dreamt about this too," you confess.

His moan vibrating against the core of your pussy makes you clench.

Joel's only starting.

He takes his time in finding the rhythm you most feel pleasure on your clit. He never bites, never nibbles, and doesn't go softly, like other men.

He eats.

Joel's mouth is stuck to you—the way he laps and slurps and sucks on your hardened nub only makes your volume go from whines and pleas of his name to moans in very little time.

That's when he dips his tongue inside. When he uses it as muscle and proves to you why the idea of oral is so good for men.

Because it's good.

Joel gives no indicator that he wants to stop at any time, and it turns you into something that blossoms.

At some point between him almost making you cum just by sucking on your clit and fucking his tongue in and out of you, your legs made their way to his shoulders, and his hands have secured themselves groping your ass.

He pulls back for air, once.

His fingers enter you instead, two at once.

"So wet already," he says. You only hear it, until, "look at me," he asks.

As if his thick, long fingers dripping into places inside of you weren't enough, you get to look at him.

His face glistening on your back porch is something that burns behind your eyelids the second you see it. You feel incoherent, needy, and exposed in more than one way.

Joel looks like he could eat you like this.

"Joel—please. Please," you're begging, but for what, you're not sure.

"Cum for me first. I'll give you whatever you want later, just," he pumps his fingers inside of you, keeping a steady and strong pace, and then says, "You look so good like this, Jesus fuckin' Christ."

Profanities.

That's what he says before getting his mouth back on you—his tongue sucking and vibrating against your clit.

It's too much. Too fucking much, and, "Joel, Joel—"

He pulls back just to say it, "That's it, doin' so good, Sunshine—" and that's when you lose it. The coaxing. It's so earnest. Sounds so pleased, dipping in honey as if it's him who's feeling this good.

"'m gonna cum Joel, fuck me, just like that—"

"Like this? Hm? Show me. Cum on my mouth."

All it takes is for him to put it back on you. Joel knows how to push himself inside—knows how to explore the hot and tight confines of your cunt, because he coos a first orgasm out of you with the right pace only.

No strength. No speed. Just sucking, and curling right against your spot.

Your vision whites out.

The time you take to come back to yourself, he keeps playing with your pussy and the mess he made in it, seeming as satisfied with the result as you are. Somewhere in white land.

What a little death.

After that, it's more a mess and clashes of teeth and desires than you knew you were even capable of.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you pull him inside the house.

The idea is to make it to your room, but you never make it past the living room.

When you press him against a wall to finish taking off his clothes, seeing him only in briefs makes gravity pull you in.

Nothing but black briefs.

You have to drop to your knees.

Joel curses under his breath and tries his best at keeping his posture, but you're with a mind entirely clouded by raw need.

To him, you want to do only your best.

You're addicted to the way he mutters, "atta girl," every time you discover something that brings him pleasure. It sounds so fucking dirty.

"That's it. Atta fuckin' girl, god."

With him, you use tricks your friends once told you that are buried in the back of your mind. You hold the part of his cock your mouth can't cover and move it in sync with your lips. You make it wet, make sloppy, make it whatever he leads it to be.

Joel hisses and moans louder when you find the special places hidden—the sensitive skin between his balls that leads up, you lick it from start to finish and are rewarded with a full-body shudder.

He shows you what strong body means.

"Where's your room?" he pulls you by the arms, and you somehow end up jumping on him. Exactly what you wanted.

"I'm not makin' that far," you tell him with a grin.

He has his thumb on your lips again—he seems to like your mouth.

"Didn't think you'd want my bare ass on your couch."

"That is exactly where I want your bare ass right now," you tell him.

He's good at following requests, just as he is at giving them.

Joel sits with you already straddling his lap, and bless his gentleman's heart, he says, "I left my pants outside—wait," he curses under his breath with your hips circling his shaft. Letting it slide between your pussy lips. "Fuckin' hell."

"Fuckin' hell indeed," you sigh. "Wait here."

You run outside for it, only because you're not on the pill. Maybe you'll start taking it. Maybe you shouldn't think that far.

Joel's waiting for you alright—he has his hand at the base of his cock, sitting on your couch like a modern-day Adonis.

A sluttier Adonis. Sexier, too.

"Stop starin' and c'mere," he demands;

And who are you to say no to that?

Joel does you the favor of putting it on as you make yourself comfortable on his lap again, taking all of your out of the way. He looks like he wants to eat you alive piece by piece, and you love it.

"Lemme know if you want me to take over," he tells you.

"Yes, sir," you whisper in a taunting manner.

Joel rests his forehead against yours when you line himself up with you, and it's a reward of your stupid, gigantic-ass window letting in the light from outside that allows you to see the pleasure on his face as you sink around him, burying him to the hilt.

His digits press so hard on your sides they'll brise.

You'll be bruised tomorrow morning.

Fingerprints on your hips, beard burns on your inner legs, palm shapes across your ass.

When you start moving, none of you say a word about how it feels.

It's criminal.

Only curses and your names are allowed in the thin space separating your wet bodies.

The thin layer of sweat makes you two glide on each other, and the drag of him inside of you is almost too good for words.

You're scared of the ones that'd make their way out, anyway.

So you let out what you can. You call for him, and he calls back. Joel slaps your ass, both sides of it, and urges you on to take him as you want it.

"Fuckin' christ, I'm never gonna—fuck—never gonna sleep again."

There it is. Being pussy-drunk makes him loose-lipped.

Your own are aching with how hard you bite on them.

Joel lets the reigns remain on your hands as you stay on top. He lets you ride him painfully slow, and faster, just because it feels good. He lets you climb all the way up only to slam back down, praising you through the fog in your brain.

"Does it feel good, Sunshine? Mm? My cock feels that good for you?"

You're sure it'll all come back to haunt you once your brain can be coherent.

He takes charge when you start begging him, and for what, you're unsure of. It's a mixture of please and his name, which Joel takes as his permission slip.

He flips you onto your back, hooks one of your legs on the middle of his back, and fucks you both into another orgasm.

It should be concerning the way he does it—like he's familiar with your body and your cues. He just follows your pace and moans until you're clawing at his back, and when his name comes out over and over again, he coaxes it again. Coos at you, holding your face in one hand. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't ya? Do it. I'll cum for you when I feel you shakin' around my cock, Sunshine. Cum for me."

It comes so hard you almost faint; blackout.

Joel takes care of you afterward.

Of course he does.

Even with the weakest legs and the minimum sense of reality around you, he manages. Joel leads you upstairs, tells you he's collected your clothes, and even lays down when you ask him.

"Just for a while," you ask.

He lays in front of you in bed, and pulls your arms around him. "I'm puttin' an alarm."

Little spoon. "You gotta be back here in the morning anyway."

"I know," he kisses your wrist. "Can't wait."

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[herdarkestnightelegance]

Bedhead

Pairing: Astarion/ g/n unnamed You

Tags: the fluffiest of fluff

Length: 1k words

Summary: You wke up in Astarion‘s tent for the first time.

A/N: I'm really starting to enjoy this whole Fanfiction writing thing! Thank you all for all the love on my last fanfic Magpie Stash 🥹 👉👈

Once again I have to thank @nyx-knox for the thoughtful beta-reading, helping me to smooth out the bumps in the story ✨

Shout out to @onlyancunin. You know why ❤️

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A single strip of sunlight falls directly onto your face, waking you gently. You don’t stir but slowly, you open your eyes. For a moment you’re disoriented. This isn’t your tent, is it? Slowly you look around. No, it’s not. And then you remember. It’s Astarion’s. And now that your senses catch up you feel him next to you, his arm laid sleepily across your stomach. You blink almost in disbelief at the feeling of him still beside you.

This is new. Yes, the two of you have spent many hours together, sneaking away for moments of passion both here and in your tent, out in nature, in a couple of caves and a temple even. But usually you went your separate ways afterwards. Occasionally, you had fallen asleep next to each other but you usually woke to find him gone or already awake and half-dressed, like that first morning after the Tiefling Party. Never had you woken up to feel him still slumbering beside you before. In his tent no less.

But then you remember. Arms pulling you closer as you were about to disentangle from him, a kiss on the delicate skin below your ear and a single whispered word. “Stay?” 

So you stayed.

You turn your head to look at Astarion. But to say what you see is not what you expected would be an understatement. 

Unable to stop it, the corners of your lips curl up in an adoring grin. Often have you seen Astarion meditate on this journey. Usually lying on his back, his head resting on a pillow, hair immaculate, the ruffles on his shirt laid out perfectly, face relaxed and his fingers doing that dainty fingertips-touching-thing you’ve come to adore.

But this was not that.

Beneath a mess of tangled sheets, Astarion is lying on his stomach, one leg stretched away from him and the other at a weird but apparently comfortable angle. One arm draped over you, the other one tucked under his head, barely resting on the edge of his pillow, which has somehow wrapped itself halfway around his head. He looks completely disheveled and … utterly adorable.

It’s the light chuckle you can’t suppress that seems to wake your lover. He opens his eyes groggily, their crimson color practically glowing in the strip of morning light that had also awoken you.

In the few moments before he fully wakes from his rather unusual meditation, you see it clearly on his face: a flicker of a pleasant surprise to find you still beside him. Followed by confusion. Then a moment of vulnerability. And finally you see his trademark cocky smile slipping onto his face.

 “You’re up early, darling.“ he says in a casual yet sleepy tone. “I thought I’d all but worn you out last night.”

“Good morning to you too.“ you answer back, the smirk lingering on your face. Slowly, he pulls his arm off you and turns onto his back. His slender body stretches deliciously, and you roll onto your side to face him, unable to take your eyes off all of his beautifully exposed pale skin. When he eventually sits up, you can’t help but let out a giggle.

“What?”, he asks, looking down at you.

“I’m sorry - it’s just …” You reach out your hand towards that mop of stunning white curls that look like an exploded feather-pillow, but you pause, waiting the slightest of moments before actually touching him. You realize you’ve never really… touched his hair. Sure, you had weaved your fingers into it, tugged at it in moments of passion, but … fixing these beautiful curls seems almost too … familiar? You can’t help but worry it’ll bother him. “May I?” you ask cautiously.  

Astarion leans his head towards your hand ever-so-slightly, signalling you permission to touch his hair. “I’ve just never seen you like this, that’s all.” His curls are incredibly soft, even in their disheveled state. Has anyone ever seen him like this, you wonder.

“Like what?” he asks in a relaxed tone but you detect the slightest hint of insecurity. Inspecting his beautiful face for a moment longer, you notice the red skin and creases the pillow has left around his cheekbone and the drop of dried blood in the left corner of his mouth from when he drank from you.

“… Tousled,” you finally answer, still unsure if the word captures how endearing he looks to you in this state.

He huffs a laugh. “Well, my dear, you too are looking rather unkempt.” he says as he plucks a tiny, honest-to-god pillow-feather from the tangled mess on your own head. The two of you look at each other - all messy hair, dried blood, squished faces and sticky skin. 

You wonder what the pale Elf is thinking, what he is searching for while he is studying your eyes so intently. Because all you feel in this moment is fondness. Fondness for him, for waking up together … for whatever it is that exists between the two of you. And you think he maybe feels  it, too. Because, to your delight, a smile spreads on his indented face, his fangs momentarily glinting in the morning light before the both of you let out a laugh. He is so beautiful to you in that moment. And your heart swells in a way it has not done before, to the point of aching within the confines of your chest.

It’s Astarion who leans in first to kiss you then, running his fingers over the bird’s nest that is your hair. “I do think you look quite delicious like this, you know?” he whispers against your lips before pushing you down, pinning you back onto the bedroll as his weight comfortably settles onto you. You feel him smile into your kiss and you know it’s sincere. “So let’s see if we can mess up this hair of yours a bit more, shall we?”

[pablitogavii]

When the reader is mad at gavi and he just keeps apologizing and it's soo cute?

I told him ten times NOT to leave his shoes everywhere! On top having a horrible day at uni, submitting my project late and fighting with my best friend now I have to deal with this! Just great!

"Pablo! What do we do with training shoes!?" I said but he didn't reply obviously oblivious with his gaming head set on laughing with Pedri about something.

Usually I wouldn't care so much but today was such a bad day and I wasn't having it standing right in front of his screen making him notice me finally.

"Perdon chicos but I have a hot distraction here..dame un besito mi amor!" Pablo smirked reaching for me but then I tossed the shoes right in front of him and walked away making him confused.

"Looks like mi chica had a bad day, gotta go!" he said logging out and following after me into the bedroom seeing me at my makeup vanity taking off my makeup in silence.

"Amor, que pasa? Why are you enojada?" he asked but I was done talking for the night last thing I wanted was to fight with him too.

"Silent treatment don't work with me principesa, I'll make you talk.." Pablo smirked trying to kiss my neck but I pulled away not really in the mood for his little ministrations.

"Princesa porfi habla conmigo.." he said but I really couldn't do that right now so I just walked past him to the bathroom and he followed me like a lost puppy. Poor Pablito...

"Aii at least dame un besito and I'll leave you alone, I promise!" he said pouting and I couldn't resist just pecking his lips and pulling away but before I could his arms snaked around my waist roughly kissing me with passion and I sighed walking away.

He really did leave me shower and change which I appreciated since I needed my space right now. When i came to bed tho I started to miss him..I'm not used to not talk to him about my day, to have him hold me and tell me it's okay and to kiss me goodnight.

"Umm P..Pablito?.." I said not too loud so if he doesn't come, I can just pretend that's because he couldn't hear me.

"Couldn't wait for you to call mi amor! Mi princesa! Mi vida!" he was quickly on the bed pulling me in and I giggled but still decided to act "angry" with him. WHo can be angry with this boy!?

"Aiii no porfi enough with the silence..I wanna hear my girl's pretty voice again..how you call me Pablito..say it.." he said holding my face and I just smiled refusing to talk.

"Amor say it...porfiii" he said nuzzling his face into my neck leaving butterfly kisses and since he didn't shave this morning there was a little facial hair (nothing crazy) that was tickling me so I giggled and that gave him an idea.

"If you don't say it I'mma tickle you till you cry!" he said giving me a moment to talk but when I refused he started tickling my sides pulling me underneath him and I was laughing so hard my chest hurt.

"P..Pablo..st..op..porfavorr" I begged him really feeling tears coming to my eye but he wasn't back away moving closer to my ear to whisper his words.

"That's not my name amor..say..it..right" he said and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Pablito! Stop!" I said and he finally let go letting me catch my breath and laying besides me instead.

"Now tell your Pablito why are you enojada with him, Hermosa?" he said and I moved closer hiding my face into his neck and leaving a few kisses there..he smelled like him..like home and I was finally able to relax.

"Long day amor..very long day" I answer and he kissed my head nodding his head and holding me tightly just like he knew I needed.

"And your annoying boyfriend leaving shoes all over the house?" he added and I giggled knowing it was silly as I nodded my head.

"Lo siento hermosa, I put away all my shoes just like you like.."he said and I looked up smiling at his handsome face..he really cared so much about me that it was impossible not to kiss him right now.

"I love you Pablito.." I said as I moved away from the kiss and he smiled nodding his head.

"I know mi vida..and I love you so much..even when you're enojada comigo" he smiled kissing me again before we cuddled up and got some well deserved rest together.

[anastasiabowe]

Mike Schmidt taking virginity or thigh riding?

Oh my God, I've been waiting to write one where he takes your v-card😭

Mike Schmidt X innocentReader

"Been wanting to do this f'so long." He lowly said grabbing your waist and pulling your ass flush against his clothed dick.

He leaned down to give you another kiss, and his jeans rubbed deliciously against your thinly covered cunt.

You were now getting the hang of kissing, and it was now more mutual.

He started to bite you lip, letting his hands undo your bra. He slipped the bra off of your chest and smiled at your chest.

"damn." He smirked palming them in his hands. "Should have done this years ago." He laughed kissing your lips quickly and latching his lips to one of your nipples.

He rolled the other one in his fingers, enjoying all the little sounds you were making.

See, Mike has not only been wanting to fuck you, he's been wanting to corrupt you. He wanted your innocent virgin body to be his little personal toy. Yeah, he would still be loving and caring, but when it came down to it, baby it came down to it.

He then started heading down to your cunt, the closer he got the more nervous you became.

"Mike!" You quickly squeaked, making him look up in concern.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" He asked

"Uh, I-.. I can you go slow?" You asked, not wanting him to stop, but this all was happening too fast.

He let out a quiet chuckle, giving your lower belly a quick kiss before he pulled down your panties.

Once they were fully off of your body, he put them in his security guard jacket pocket, for when he would go to work. He then gripped your hips, bringing your cunt closer to his face. He looked up waiting for confirmation, when you nodded he began to slowly eat you out.

He buried his whole head into your cunt, starting to gain speed, making you let out moans, he never heard before, which makes him go feral. (See this post for reference)

You gripped his head, squeezing your thighs around his head.

"Open your legs." He tapped your thigh, making you open them, as he got more aggressive and hungry for you. As he kept going, you felt funny, and like you were going to pee.

"Mike!" You moan squeezing his head with your thighs again.

"Y/n. Open. Your. Legs." He said, much more demanding, but you couldn't, it all felt too much. He then unlatched his lips and forced your legs open.

"if you're not going to listen, then I'm going to stop." He said, looking at me making me bite my lip and whine.

"I can't, I'm sorry." He then grabbed your legs and pushed them together, and then pushed them to your chest, putting his bodyweight on his arms which were on the back of your thighs. He then started eating you out that way, not letting you grab his hair, or move.

The funny feeling started to come back again and you tried to get out of his relentless hold. He just moved his face where you tried to run until you screamed and released all over his face. He slurped it all up, and let go of your legs.

Your legs fell and he stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

You sighed, happy that it was over until it wasn't.

He started to undress, and when he finally removed his pants, you nearly died. Ain't no fucking way.

"Thought we were done?" He smirked climbing into the bed. He hovered over you, in between your legs, giving you a passionate kiss. He slapped his dick on your pussy making you look up at him in uncertainty. But, before he did anything, he went into the drawer beside his bed and pulled out a condom. When he put it on, the nerves really started pulling in.

Obviously, he saw this, and he stopped doing anything and just looked at you, with a softer expression.

"Hey, if you're not ready, that's ok." He smirked, knowing this was your first time. "I'm not going to hurt you, and I definitely won't do anything you're not ready for."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Just, go slow... Please?"

"of course." He smirked, pulling back, so he could take his time with you.

He tapped his head against your pussy, and put the tip in. You furrowed your brows, expecting a way worse feeling, but actually, it wasn't that bad. He saw your face, and pushed in a little more.

"You okay?" He asked. You nodded at the slight stretch, but it still wasn't bad.

He inched more and more every minute or so, until he was finally fully inside.

"You still okay?" He asked again, this time I wasn't, it hurt. You nodded anyway, because it wasn't that bad, but it still hurt if that made sense.

He kept telling me how good you were, and how much he loved you as he slowly pulled out and pushed in. After a few minutes, you were ready ready.

"faster." You quietly said. He smiled, excited to finally get what he'd been wanting. He started to go faster, hearing your quiet moans get louder every slam of his hips.

At this point, he was drilling into you.

"Aha- Mike, come here." You whined, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back.

"S-shit. Feels good, yeah? Nothing to worry abou- fuck." He started kissing you, well attempting to. It was all too much to the point all you both could do was breathe into each other mouths

"Aah, I'm close. Shit-" he moaned pulling away from you again, grabbing your hips and pulling you to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck! Mike, I- I'm- ugh I don't know u feel funny!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to him hard when he finally kissed you for real.

"cum for me baby, please, I want you to cum on my dick." He encouraged rubbing your clit.

"Mike, Mike, Mike!" You chanted his name as the euphoric feeling took over once more, Mike cumming soon after.

You bother just later their, catching your breath before Mike slowly pulled out.

You whined, grabbing his wrist, indicating for him to stay.

"I gotta get you cleaned up." He smiled, walking to the side of the bed, and picking you up. No matter the yells and groans of you being "too big" to be carried stopped him from carrying you to the bathroom and getting a bath ready.

Not going to lie, he may be the best boyfriend ever.

[mxqdii]

Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!

Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?

A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!

saturday sex - theodore nott (18+)

pairings: theodore nott x reader

summary: after missing theo a little too much, when he comes back he helps her with her neediness

warning(s): kissing, smut, p in v sex, choking, dom!theo.

not proofread

after hours and hours of homework, i finally get the time to relax.

laying on my bed scrolling through my phone, i come across an edit account i'm very familiar with.

someone in hogwarts has decided to make some account dedicated to editing people

as i watch the edit, i notice i recognize the person being edited

its my boyfriend, theo.

me just being needy, watching this edit makes me in a heated mood, going into my camera roll, looking at the shirtless pictures theo has sent me in the past

30 minutes later and i've been stalking the edit account, practically drooling at every edit and picture of theo

the door suddenly opens and i'm met with the one and only, in his quidditch jersey, hair wet.

fuck him looking like this does not help the feeling in between my legs

i stare at him, evident lust in my eyes

"what?" he asks, walking closer to me

i stand up, face inches away from him, my eyes flickering to his lips

"theo.. i-" i start but hesitate, looking down

he uses his finger to direct my focus back onto him, looking up at him again seeing the smug look on his face.

"use your words baby" he says, pushing me onto the bed, hovering over me.

i know he won't kiss me until i say what i want.

i groan, "i want you- i need- i need you" i say and he chuckles

he leans in to me, kissing me passionately.

"take 'em off" i say, referring to my pants

"slow down, you're gonna have to wait" he says and i whine

he leaves hickeys all down my neck, hands wrapped around my waist.

after what feels like hours, he finally moves to my pants, undoing them and pulling them down

"lift your hips for me love" (iykyk)

once my pants are fully removed, he takes his shirt off and i trail my fingers over his abs, astonished.

"what is it you need, love?" he asks

fucked out, i answer no hesitation "you theo, i need to feel you"

he chuckles at my neediness and starts undoing his belt.

he takes my underwear off, along with his boxers, lining himself up with my entrance.

"you're sure you want this princess?" he asks and i whine

"yes! please theo"

without any warning, he thrusts into me, going at a soul shattering pace

i let out broken moans and gasps at the feeling

"this what you wanted? to be fucked like the slut you are?" he says, overstimulated with lust.

his hand finds its way to my neck, squeezing.

"you like that? fuck i knew you would" he says, continuously rocking his hips forward

he moves his other hand to rub circles into my clit

i throw my head back, arching my back, feeling the pleasure overtake me.

"cmon i know you're close, cum for me baby" he says and i gasp

the coil in my stomach snaps, everything going white and crashing down.

as he rides me through my orgasm, he has his own, dick twitching inside of me as he lets out groans.

he puts our foreheads together as we both breath heavily.

"fuck that was- just- wow." i say, not finding the words.

"can't have you all horny and unsatisfied isn't that right?" he says and i scoff

maybe i should watch edits of theo more often

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[savannahsdeath]

okay but do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie? like a forbidden relationship between ellie and reader but they sneak around when the brother is sleeping/ not home??

i love bbf!ellie with my whole heart 🤭

BBF!ELLIE X READER

mdni please<3

summary: bbf!ellie decides to tell your brother the truth (goes unexpected(?))

warnings: 18+!! smut, sneaking, weed

writers note: this is pretty short n all so sorry😓😓

You were sitting on your bed, pointlessly staring at the phone screen, when you heard knocking at your window. You stood up and ran over to it, just to see Ellie leaning against the windowsill.

"What are you doing here?" You scolded her in a shushed tone.

She seemed unbothered by your anger. "Is he home?" She asked after easily going into your room and closing the entrance after her.

She was obviously asking about your brother who you had to keep her visits in secret from. You and him have the typical sibling relationship, he won't let you fuck her friend. That didn't stop any of you, though Ellie was way more reckless.

"Hell yes he is!" You frustratedly threw your hands in the air.

"Well, this is going to be interesting." Ellie said with a giggle. She didn't seem worried about getting in trouble at all. "I know he's home, but I'm here for you. He'll just have to wait."

She walked over to you and put her arms around you in a hug. You could feel her lips on your cheek, and your heart was racing. "I missed you." She whispered in your ear.

"Don't you think this might get my brother a little upset?" You whispered back. "What if he sees us?"

Ellie smiled and shook her head. "He's upstairs busy with playing anyway. He won't see us, trust me. What's the harm in having a little fun?" She kissed your neck softly. "Besides, we both know you want to as well."

"You're really going to make me choose between you and my brother, huh?" You said with a chuckle.

It was true, you did want Ellie. You had been secretly crushing on her for a while now. But your brother did mean a lot to you, and you didn't want to betray him.

Ellie sensed your hesitation, but decided to go for it anyway. She pushed against you, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately. It took you by surprise, but you were too weak to resist.

"I don't care about him." She whispered into your ear. "I only want you. Don't think about him right now, let me show you what I can do to you."

Ellie's kisses turned more demanding, and her hands got greedier.

"He's my brother." You said, trying to push her away but Ellie held you in place with one hand and started to undress you with the other. It was clear that she meant business and she wasn't going to take no as an answer.

"I don't want him, I only want you," she whispered again, this time with more passion and desire in her voice. "and I've wanted you since we first met."

You felt yourself lose your resistance. Your body was weak, and your mind was flooded with lust. Ellie had wanted this for so long, and you had to admit that you enjoyed it as well.

She moved her other hand to your hips, removing the final piece of clothing between the two of you. Then she gently pushed you down onto the bed. You knew then that there was no escape, that this was just the beginning. She was going to have her way with you, and your body was going to enjoy every minute of it.

As soon as you hit the bed, Ellie got on top of you and pinned you down on your back. Her knees were on either side of your hips, holding you in place, while her hands were free to do whatever she wanted.

She traced the outline of your chest and neck, drawing out teasing lines down your body. She took her time, making sure to get under your skin, before finally taking you in with a final caress.

You felt your entire body shudder in pleasure as Ellie finally touched your core. Your muscles grew tight, and your breathe grew short. You could feel the excitement building up inside you, waiting to be released.

Ellie seemed to enjoy taking her time with you. She teased you with light touches and soft kisses on your clit, slowly building up the anticipation. You were getting impatient, but at the same time you didn't want this moment to end.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your body was shaking with desire. You reached up to grab Ellie's head and pull her closer towards you. She was still teasing you, just lightly touching your skin, moving away when you tried to catch her.

You were getting frustrated, you wanted more... "Please," you breathed, "I can't do this anymore."

Ellie chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Of course you can." She said, slowly moving her mouth back down.

You let out a soft moan, not loud enough to be heard upstairs. Ellie had given in to your lust, and she seemed more than willing to satisfy it. Her face was pressed against you, and you could feel the texture of her tongue rubbing against you.

You tried to keep yourself under control, but your body was on edge. Your muscles were tight, and you were ready to explode with excitement. You reached up to Ellie's neck, trying to pull her down to you for more.

"Please." You begged, your voice dripping with desperate need. "I need you."

She was holding your legs but not as roughly as usual, since she knew you have to be extra quiet.

Your body was shaking with each touch. Your muscles were straining in anticipation. Ellie knew where to touch you, and how to touch you, to drive you crazy.

You were powerless under her touch, and you let her do whatever she wanted. Your body was reacting to everything she did, and you couldn't control it.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She gave it to you, motioning to read it. It was a message from your brother; simple 'whatcha doing?'.

"Tell him the truth." She ordered, not wanting to stop what she's doing herself.

You frowned, not really understanding what she means, so she sighed onto your soaking cunt and took the mobile from you. She pulled back a little to be able to text and quickly typed; 'fucking your little sister' before passing the phone to you.

You gasped as you saw her reply, waiting for his answer.

"lmaoo like youve got any chances with her. shes not a gay slut"

Even in your breathless state, you couldn't hold back a chuckle. He managed to underestimate both of you in one text.

Ellie grabbed hers phone back and sent a message to your brother; "Wanna bet?"

All of your previous worrying faded. The thought of risky-teasing started to look tempting, making the situation more fun.

He quickly responded; "whatever, you two are weird. its a shame youre a junkie, maybe youd be a good couple otherwise"

Your laughter got cut off and replaced by a gasp as Ellie suddenly went back to her task. Your head dropped back on the pillow, leaning back as you held onto the sheets.

You and Ellie leaned against the opened window, fully clothed, after she ate you out to the point it's still hard for you to just stand up on your weak knees. She smoked a blunt she rolled before the visit, knowing she'll need it to cool herself down.

She passed it to you, staring intensely as you exhaled. She was always cautious about you smoking, even though it was her checked stuff and you knew how it works.

"We don't want you to do anything stupid." She mumbled, taking the joint back.

You rolled your eyes. "Hey, if anything, you're the stupid one! Sneaking in to hide from my brother, just to tell him about everything the same day."

She looked at you and slightly frowned, but eventually she started laughing. "I don't think you know what I meant. Plus, he didn't believe me, just like I thought. I know what I'm doing." She wrapped her free hand around your waist, pulling you closer to make sure you're not mad after her remark.

Just then, the window above yours opened, revealing your sibling looking down at you.

His eyes widened, his tone judging but it was obvious he's just messing with you. "Oh god, seriously?! That's just gross!"

"Oh, shut up! Not my fault she's got the better genes." Ellie shrugged, pulling you even closer. "Are you mad or just jealous?"

"Honestly, I couldn't care less." Great, so she was sneaking to your room for a few weeks, maybe even months, completely pointlessly. "Are you guys done? If so, bring your ass over there, Els!"

She laughed and kissed your forehead. "Alright, I'll go and cheer him up."

"You mean 'drug him up'?" You smirked, knowing they'll end up both high off their fucking minds.

"Yeah, probably." She turned to open the door, but stopped at the last moment and turned back to you. "You know, you're the better one of your parents' kids."

[tetheredfeathers]

Beach scene.

"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us.

My hands cup either side of his face, his stubble feels rough against my smooth hands. My cold lips envelop his impossibly warm ones, my hands make their way around the nape of his neck, and a sudden desire to pull on his golden curls overtakes me. A certain urgency invades my senses. I lose comprehension of reality and the gravity of the situation we are in.

His hands come around my shoulders to caress me, I think, until he pushes me away. My face surges with embarrassment. In what world would Peeta refuse my kisses? Is he out of his mind?

"Katn-iss, lo-ve, listen," he attempts to speak as I slither my hands down his waist, lifting the hem of his undershirt. "Yo-u're the one w-ho should—"

My heart races as his swollen lips form the word "love." Is he saying this for the audience, or does he really want to call me love? I am his love, aren't I? I think of a world where Peeta would come home from work every day and say, "Love, I'm home." Oh, how I would long for him all day, both our faces lighting up brighter than every star collected as we make our way to each other.

"Don't 'love' me," I spit, fuming at his selflessness. How dare he try to sacrifice himself for me? How dare he think I could survive one day on this earth without him? How dare he not realize how much I need him? My body heaves with anger and passion, lighting an ethereal flame as I engulf his lips once again. I lose all restraint, one hand aggressively tugging at his blonde locks and the other swiftly removing his shirt. I absorb his words with my mouth, sliding my tongue across his upper lip. A breathy sigh escapes from his mouth, sending shooting stars into my head. He finally gives in and unlatches his lips, allowing my tongue to enter. His tongue is no competition for mine; I push him over and explore his mouth with unearthly desire.

In the caressing silence that follows, I find myself on top of him, straddling his lap. I grind my hips against him, breathing out his name as I feel his arousal against my core. His burning chest heaves harder against me as he peppers my neck with kisses, working his way to my ear. Overwhelmed with desire to become one with him, every inch of my body buzzes with electricity. A peculiar place in my body pulsates with energy, only slightly relieved when my hips grind against him. I want every inch of his body enveloping mine, covering me and holding me ever so tightly.

The rough pads of his fingers brush ever so slightly against my breasts, making me arch my back against him. He smirks mischievously against my collarbone, proud of the reaction he is able to elicit just through a slight brush. Oh two can plan the game, Mellark. Just you wait.

I glide my nails over his back, finally resting my hands on his hips, pulling him ardently against that spot that's begging for relief. His hips buck aginst mine as my mouth lays wet, open mouthed kisses all over his golden neck; Our moans chorus through the dead of the night as the breeze envelops our tangled silhouettes.

His stocky build flushes against my soft curves, reminding me of all those nights on the train. Why hadn't I tried this sooner? Why hadn't I realized that he is the only boy I really need? Why hadn't I understood that I physically cannot survive without him?

What if this could be it? What if one day I could take Peeta to the meadow behind my old house with miniature versions of ourselves? A small girl with black hair, blue eyes, and a little boy with blonde hair, grey eyes. Somehow under the hot, pink sky and the gritty sand digging underneath our feet, I imagine a world where my beautiful my boy with the bread could be a father.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

It's the first crack of the lightning storm - the bolt hitting the tree at midnight - that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn't real.

[chuuyasheaven]

♡ One of your girls tonight. ♡

Tags: fem! Dazai Osamu / fem! Reader, lesbian sex, pet names (darling, princess, sweetheart), praising, fingering, slight teasing, making out mentioned, nipples getting licked (guess who), neck kissing, hickeys?, overstimulation, dirty talk, porn w/o any plot idk, strap use (first time writing this), ooc? Dazai, might contain grammar errors, rushed, SHORT., etc.

Notes: @heluvaku idk bruh enjoy !!

All you remember is going to some random club after a messy break-up, only trying to have fun. After being there for like 2 hours just sitting there on the bar, you noticed her. A beautiful woman, long brown locks resting on her shoulders, few bandages covering her body and her pretty red lips. Feeling entranced by her, you got closer to her. If only you knew what you got yourself into, not like you complained, the complete opposite actually. .

Back at her place you guys were kissing eachother passionately, she was on top of you while you laid under her, her red lipstick smudging your lips. She let go of your lips, looking at you seductively. Dazai lowered her head again until her breath was hitting your neck, leaving a few kisses and maybe hickeys here and there. Deciding it was enough, she was looking at your chest, from which she took the shirt off, your tits out for her to suck on. Her warm breath hitting your nipples before it disappeared inside her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with her tongue. "Feels good, darling?", Dazai asked before going down on the other. "F–fuckkk.", was all what left your mouth.

Your nipples were drenched with her spit, even some of her smudged lipstick on your tits. Since you were only in your panties right now, she let her fingers trace over your body until she stopped at your panties' waistband. Only to leave it on and slid between your legs, pushing your panties to the side for easy entrance. Dazai's fingers were long and slim, her moves were delicate, making you feel like you never have before. With some moans slipping from you, she curled her fingers to unlock more. "Ah— D–dazai. .", you managed to say, she looked at you with a teasing expression. "What is it, sweetheart?", you gulped before answering, her fingers hitting your cervix.

"I'm g–gonna—", you gasped before your climax washed over you. How did you cum that fast? Probably because no one made you feel so good, not even your good for nothing ex boyfriend. "Good girl, think you're ready for the main course?", you automatically nodded immediately, she stood up and went to get something. When Dazai returned, she held a strap, you never knew you could wet this fast. As she finally got everything set, she inserted it into you, slowly and gently first so you could adjust. You never knew that there were sizes like that. While she waited inside you, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, after she just let her finger run up and down your thigh.

Soon you gave her the sign to move and she did, going slow at first. It felt so good, barely even started and you were already a mess. The way it hit spots you didn't even know about drove you crazy. As Dazai picked the speed up, you got louder, with the orgasm from earlier you were already sensitive enough. "D–dazai, please. . f–feels good– hah!", her grip on your waist got slightly harder, pleasure starting to take over her. "F–fuck, keep moaning my name like that and I'll never stop, princess.", in middle of the heat in the moment your phone rang, but you didn't hear, Dazai was your main focus right now. Dazai noticed but didn't say anything, she needed to make you cum again. Your cunt clenched around her strap signaling that your second release was nearing itself.

"I'm not gonna stop until you're going dumb on me, alright, pretty girl? I'm gonna make you forget about everything but me. ."

This was rushed but ngh I need her so bad. </3

[huami]

Sneak in

Summary: Vada misses you and your lips.

Warning: none

a/n: okay i kinda like this one, have fun i guess and I want to thank @yara124 for this wonderful idea

"Daylight, I wake up feeling like you won't play right!" I shouted with following the tune of the song. I fucking miss her and I miss fucking her. I haven't seen her for a week, and I'm dying to taste her lips again, those sweet plump and pink lips of her.

It's been a week and a half since Y/N got busy because of fucking school works, I hate school because of two reasons; I straight up hate and I hate it more because I can't kiss my Y/N because of it!

Think of something, I have to think of something that will make Y/N come over or I could just sneak in her room and surprise her. Yes! That's the one!

The song ended as I get up, I quickly went to the kitchen to have my lunch and pack a meal for Y/N later. I saw mom talking to her phone and wave at me when she noticed my presence. I munched down my food and sprint across the kitchen to my room, I swear I heard mom yelling something but I couldn't care less.

It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I was scrolling through my phone stalking her accounts when I remember my plan. I jump out of my bed and put on a bra and put my shirt back on.

I arrived at her house by 8 and I quickly jump on the fence and started climbing to her window. I finally arrived in front of her window after those several attempts to save my life from falling, I stood by her window full of bruises and sweating like I just ran a mile.

I saw her room full of darkness, great she's asleep. I went inside anyways tip toeing so I won't make any noise to startle her. I slip beside her and adjusted myself and cuddle her in her sleep. I fucking missed her and her scent, fuck I could sniff her to death. I snuggle my face into the back of her head, inhaling her scent once more.

FUCK. FUCKING FUCKENING FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? Someone's beside me and their fucking cuddling with me!? WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK. I'm so fucking scared right now I might die. I kinda regretted leaving my window open to get a fresh air. God please help me.

I continue to curse to myself while figuring out how to escape the stranger's hold of me. I slowly open my eyes and what the fuck!? They're sniffing me!? THE FUCK!? AND NOW THEY'RE TRYING TO KISS ME. PLEASE GOD, I'M SO SORRY IF I DIDN'T PRAY TO YOU UNTIL NOW BUT PLEASE SAVE ME. I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS, I STILL HAVE DREAMS AND GOALS TO FULFILL, I STILL HAVE TO PROPOSE TO VADA- wait a fucking minute. I finally opened my eyes and adjusted my vision to see my surroundings then I inhaled a scent of a perfume, the same perfume Vada wears.

I quickly sat up and jump out of my bed picking up the bat near my table and quickly turn the lights on. And there she is, Vada, shock evident on her face. "WHAT'S WRONG?" Vada asked me, voice full of panic. "NO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" I whisper shouted putting the bat back near the table. I rubbed my eyes and look at Vada, confusion still evident to her face. "what do you mean "what's wrong with me?"" Vada said trying to sit beside me. I take a quick look at her and laugh. "You can't just sneak in my room while I'm asleep and try to cuddle, okay? I almost died because of fear that someone is trying to kill me in my sleep." I stated calmly, still giggling at Vada who looks dumbfounded. I started to laugh and she soon followed. "I'm sorry I just fucking miss you, and I missed fucking you" "Oh, shut up" We continue to laugh and went back to bed and she suddenly kissed my nose then my forehead, then both of my cheeks and lastly my lips. The kiss is passionate, full of love and adoration. She kisses my lips like there's no tomorrow, like I'll disappear if she stops. She continue to pepper me with kisses and cuddle, snuggling our body with together sharing eachother's warmth and fell asleep with smile on our faces.

3k words

[fvllingflower]

Je t'aime

pairing: idol!joshua afab!reader

genre: romance, smut

warning: petnames, proposal, kissing (a lot), nipple play, oral(f!receiving), hickeys, unprotected sex (stay safe), aftercare

song recommendation: valentine by måneskin

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"Love?" Joshua sits next to you on the couch.

"Mhm?" You look up at him with a smile.

"I have a surprise for you" He smiled.

"I'll need you to pack your suitcase, it'll need to last a week" Your eyes widened.

"Baby are you taking me on a trip?" You asked.

"I am but I'm not telling you where just yet" He kisses your cheek.

"Now go pack" You got up from the couch and walked into the bedroom and started packing. He came into the bedroom and started packing as well.

"The flight is at 8pm, okay?" He smiled.

"Okay..." You nodded excitedly.

It was now 7:15 and you two left for the airport. You two walked to your gate number and sat down and waited.

"So when will you tell me where we are going?" You smiled at Joshua.

"Mhm I don't know yet" He held your hand and smiled.

"But you do look really cute right now" You smiled at his compliment.

"I love you" You whispered to him.

"I love you more" He whispered back.

You two got on the plane and had seats right next to each other. You liked the idea of being next to him the entire flight. He let you rest your head on his shoulder and let you fall asleep all while holding your hand. You woke up some hours later.

"Can I know where we are flying to?" You whispered.

"Promise not to freak out" He smiled.

"I promise"

"We're going to Paris" He watched your eyes get wider and watched you smiled.

"Are you serious?" You asked, holding both his hands. He nodded his head.

"I love you so much" You kissed his lips passionately. He smiled into the kiss.

"I love you so much more, my love" He hugged you.

You two got to the hotel and were both exhausted from a long flight. You two laid on the bed and you scooted close to Joshua. He pulled you over to him and cuddled you. You buried your sleepy face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to Joshua crawling out of bed. You kept your eyes closed letting him think you're still asleep. He left the room and when he came back he kissed you all over your face to wake you up.

"Mmm Shua" You groaned.

"Let's go get breakfast, love" He whispered.

"Let me rest a little longer" You rolled over away from him.

"Love~" He spoke in a sing-song type tone.

"Let's enjoy a French breakfast" You finally woke up completely. You rolled back over and looked at him. You both smiled at each other.

"I forgot we're in France" You mumbled.

"How are you this cute in the morning?" He kissed your lips softly.

You got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You two left the hotel for an adventure. You were holding hands as you both walked to a breakfast restaurant. After breakfast Joshua suggested you two went shopping. You guys went to visit shops and you came across a dress you really love, it was a lacy, and raspberry pink color, and when you tried it on, it fit you perfectly. Joshua stared at you in the dress, as you two were in the dressing room.

"You look so..." It was like he was captivated.

"So gorgeous." He kept looking you up and down.

"Makes me want to kisses you" He stood up and kissed you softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I think you should get this dress love" He looked at the dress again.

"You like it?" You smiled at his cuteness.

"I love it but not much as I love you" He smiled.

You two got out of the dressing room and you had the dress on the hanger and held on to it. You left the store and Joshua bought you the dress. After shopping you two went back to the hotel.

The next came and it's Valentines day. You were getting ready to go out for dinner. You were changing into the dress you bought yesterday. You did you hair and put on some heels you bought as well. You walked to Joshua and he smiled.

"My beautiful valentine" He smiled and held your hands.

"My sweet valentine" You smiled back.

"Are you ready to go out?" He asked.

"Yeah" You kissed him softly.

You two left the hotel and went to a nice restaurant. The entire night, Joshua kept flirting with you, making you blush. After dinner, you two went on a walk, and you held hands the entire time. Where you both were standing, the eiffel tower was in front of you both. Joshua let go of your hand, making you confused. He got on one knee and pulled out a ring box.

"Joshua" You smiled softly.

"I have loved you for 6 years and I plan to love you for many more years. You are the light to my dark days. You are so beautiful, intelligent, and funny. I'm so lucky to call you mine and I want to call you mine for forever. Will you marry me?" You were trying hold back your tears.

"Yes, yes, yes" You let him put the beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger. He stood up and kissed you softly.

"I love you so much" You whispered against his lips.

"I love you so much more" He hugged your body.

You two went back to the hotel and took your shoes off. Joshua grabbed you by the chin and kissed you passionately. You could feel the hunger in his kiss. He picked you up and laid you on the bed and hovered above you. He started kissing down your neck, then down your cleavage. He took the dress off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear. He started sucking on your collarbone.

"Mm Shua" You moaned quietly.

"So gorgeous" He mumbled against your neck before kissing it again. He took your bra and panties off, leaving you completely naked. He started kissing your chest like crazy.

"I'm gonna love this beautiful body until I die" He whispers.

He starts kissing down your chest to your stomach and to your thighs. He stops for a minute and takes he button up off and throws it on the floor. He starts kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, enjoying the little whimpers he receives from you. He had one hand holding your thighs open and the other one cupping your boob. You feel his hot breath on your vagina. You then felt his wet muscle against your folds. He started licking and sucking on your clit and folds. It felt like he was making out with your bottom lips. He seems to be an expert on how to make you feel extra good. Your hand went into his hair and pulled tightly. His hand on your boob started playing with your nipple, pitching it and rubbing it, all making you a moaning mess. Before you knew it you couldn't control yourself and he was licking up your orgasm. He looked up at you and smiled at your fucked up state. He gets eye level with you and kisses you passionately.

"So gorgeous and all mine" He whispers against your lips. He gets up to take his pants and underwear off. You were both naked now. He gets eye level with you again.

"You want more?" He asks softly.

"Please" You groaned. You spread your legs open for him, your thighs pressed to your sides. He smirked and lined himself up and sank into your hole. He slowly started thrusting. He held onto your thighs as he thrusted.

"Mm- faster" You moaned. He picked up the pace. Fucking you fast and rough. He was going balls deep inside you, making sure to feel all the walls around him. Your boobs were bouncing as he fucked you in a fast pace.

"Joshua!" You moaned loudly. That made him go even faster. To him, you were some kind of ecstasy that he couldn't get enough of. He enjoyed hearing your moans for him and only him. He felt honored to be the one to make you feel so good, making orgasm, making you moan every time. He loved you so fucking much, he can't get enough of you nor your body. You two orgasmed together, mixing your white release together. He slowly pulled out and laid next to you. You both tried catching your breaths.

Time passed and you two were finally calmed down. Joshua got up and helped clean you up. He handed you a shirt of his amd underwear to change into and he put some underwear on and sweats. He helped you take your makeup off and he couldn't help but smile when he saw your natural beauty. You two cuddled up and kept looking at your ring.

"I can't believe you're now my fiancé" You smiled.

"Me neither... you're soon officially gonna be mine" He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"And you'll be officially mine" You kissed his lips. You were slowly falling asleep.

"You know this was hard because I don't like keeping secrets from you..." He waited for reply but got nothing.

"Love?" He looked down and saw you asleep, face pressed against his bare chest.

"Mm sleep well, my sleeping beauty. I love you" He whispered and kissed your temple.

[br7ght]

i love you (i'm sorry) lucy bronze x reader

summary: You and Lucy have been sleeping with each other for months, you're convinced that there's something between you both but if you're right you know you're going to have to break her heart.

warnings: soft sex, fingering, praise, angst, i'm so sorry in advance

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 3k

smut 18+

Once again based on this ask here! maybe @occasionallyaurora and I are becoming the best duo out there, who knows...

Lucy’s hand was stroking through the back of your hair instead of squeezing around your neck, making you hum nicely instead of whining against her grip. Her head was nestled between your shoulder and your neck, placing gentle kisses up the length of your throat, ending up with a singular peck against your ear lobe. This was different. 

You were both undressed underneath your duvet covers, bodies slowly moulding together as you moved in such rhythm with one another that you were basically one person. There was a real warmth between you both, one that was passionate and gentle rather than a heat filled with lust and adrenaline. Her fingers were tracing your stomach, the confidence draining from the older woman as you felt her hands tremble as they worked down your body.

“Is everything okay, love?” You question, grabbing onto her hand and forcing her to look at you. All of your worries were instantly removed when you were met with that smile that made you sleep with her in the first place. 

“Sweetheart, I’m okay, I just want to take tonight slowly,” She said, her voice almost a whisper, “I want to take the time to really worship you, exactly how you deserve.” Lucy was definitely a talker, obviously she was good in bed, but her words alone could take you over the edge. She knew how to make your cheeks flush red, making you hide your face in the bed sheets which she enjoyed pulling you out of. You nod almost immediately and she continues to smile at you, rewarding her with a smile of your own back. She shook her head in pure happiness and disbelief that she got the chance to have you like this. 

Her hand continued its path down your body, making you react to every single touch she placed against your burning skin. You weren’t used to having everything dragged out for so long, you’d been sleeping together for about 6 months now and usually it was all the same. You’d find any place you could and clothes would be ripped off, the sex would be rough and she’d have you screaming her name within minutes. As much as you loved that dynamic between you, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined and it had barely even started yet. 

You felt her hands between your thighs, gently spreading your thighs open so she had full access to you. Even these touches were soft and careful, patiently waiting for your hips to jerk up against her hand as she cupped your arousal. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Lucy grinned as she felt your wetness soak into her hand, not giving you any friction that you were desperately pleading for. 

“Your fingers, please, anything.” You gulped, your bottom lip between your teeth as she scanned the length of your body before finally giving into you. Usually she could have you waiting and begging for as long as she wanted, knowing that she was completely in control, never usually giving you a decider in the evenings activities. 

“I’ll do everything you ask for my love.” She smiles, her face beaming down over you as her fingers gathered at your arousal, dragging it upwards until she found your swollen clit, gently circling her fingertips over the top of it. You groaned deeply, your legs opening wider as she continued loose motions against you, each swipe of your bud making you pull her body closer to yours. You reached up for a kiss, and when your lips connected it felt completely different, it wasn’t desperate, it was like you had been created to kiss one another. Your lips moved with hers in complete union as her tongue traced your lip, begging, which you allowed and as she explored your mouth she edged her fingers towards your entrance.

“Please Lucy.” That was all she needed, dipping her finger through your folds and working herself into you, listening intensely to the way you gasped at the feeling of being filled by her. She held her hand still for a moment before pulling out and thrusting gently back into you. You were already whining and she loved how loud you were when she was inside of you, making it one of her favourite things to do. 

“That's it, good girl.” She praises and your heart stops for a moment, she’d rarely called you that and you swore it doubled the arousal that was pooling into the palm of her hand. You looked up at her with such intense desire that she knew she’d hit the right spot, both physically and vocally. “Keep making those little sounds, my pretty girl.” 

She started pumping her fingers quicker into you now, repositioning her hand so her thumb could brush up against your neglected clit. The contact making you a moaning mess beneath her hand. She never spoke to you like this, her voice deep and calming and you wrapped your hand around the back of her neck, just wanting to touch her. 

“Luce, Luce.” You call out, her fingers pumping quicker into you, the circles around your clit becoming more precise, slowly adding more pressure as she felt your body tremble beneath her. She stroked your hair behind your ear, planting a kiss against your cheek as you called out for her, “Lucy, I’m close, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” She smirked, not a daring or evil smirk, but one that told you that she was obsessed with the way she could make you feel. She continued what she was doing, driving you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, all of her kisses up and down your body taking you closer. Your moans started becoming more high pitched, your legs barely able to hold themselves open as her fingers thrusted harshly in and out of you. “Come for me darling, show me how good I make you feel.”

With that you were moaning her name, your body shaking through the orgasm that was even more intense than the ones that came from her usual rough and dominating nights. She continued to thrust into you, not stopping her thumb drawing small circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as you rode out your climax. Even with your eyes slammed shut you could feel the awe inspired gaze that she had on your body as she watched you finish on her fingers. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you come for me.” Lucy whispered into the shell of your ear, the warmth of her breath giving you goosebumps as she retracted her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth to taste you against her tongue. 

You were basically speechless, you’d never experienced an orgasm like that with Lucy before, one that you didn’t have to beg for, one that felt like it was filled with care and compassion. “Lucy, that was so perfect.” You hummed against her neck as she pulled the covers back over your, keeping you warm against her body. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked like she was settling down to go to sleep and she laughed at your reaction. 

“What are you looking so confused about, hm?” Lucy teases, outstretching her arm and letting you roll into her hold, settling your head against her chest as her hand into your hair again, stroking gently through your locks. 

“It’s usually just not over this quickly, not that I’m complaining or anything.” You giggle nervously, her gaze locking with yours. 

“We have plenty of time to have more nights like that baby, but this one felt too perfect to mess it up now.” Her words were sincere, yet your heart starts racing faster at the one word that stood out to you, time. You hadn’t told her yet, you thought it was going to be an easy announcement to make, but after tonight there was no way you could tell her now. Her eyes were already struggling to stay open as she found comfort in holding you against her body. 

You shut your eyes in pretence, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel like there was something wrong. Once they’d been shut for a few minutes you felt her lean over you, placing a kiss against your forehead. You swear you could hear her mumble something into your skin but you chose to ignore it, your head just spinning with the news you had yet to tell her, knowing that it was going to have to be soon, and now knowing it was going to be harder than you first thought. 

—-

When you awoke you were in your bed alone, and you sighed a breath of relief. As much as you adored last night, it felt too much like something that was going to make breaking the news to her so much harder than before. Lucy rarely brought emotions into your casual relationship, but last night was so perfectly blissful that you had really started to panic. Now as you lay in the bed on your own you realised that she must’ve just been in a softer mood than usual, just wanting something to fulfill her emotional feelings that night. 

After a few moments you wrapped yourself up in an oversized jumper, putting on some socks before heading down to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast for the day ahead. As soon as you made it halfway down the stairs you could hear someone clattering about in your kitchen so you sped up in order to see who it was. With no surprise, there was the older brunette plating up her cooking onto two plates that she’d set at your dinner table. You smiled, then forced yourself not to, walking up to her with a plain expression on your face. 

“Morning love, I woke up early so I thought I’d make you breakfast.” She announced, a huge grin on her face as she presented her full English breakfast to you, pulling out the chair for you and waiting for you to take a seat. As you did, she placed a kiss against your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the warming gestures. 

“You didn’t have to do all this Luce, seriously.” You remarked, picking up the coffee that she’d made for you, exactly how you liked it, she knew you better than you thought she did. 

“I wanted to love.” She smiles, sitting herself down opposite you and immediately picking up the piece of toast and taking a huge bite from it. “I want more than what we have, I want to be able to call you my girlfriend.” 

There it was. You knew it was coming. You felt your face begin to burn up as you knew that you were going to have to break her heart right in front of her and her breakfast that she’d gotten up specifically to make you. You could tell she had been planning this, you could even see the nerves in her eyes as she said it. You place your mug against the table, setting it down harder than you needed to, but you could barely breathe at the thought of breaking her heart right in this very moment, this is never how you’d planned to tell her. 

“Lucy, I can’t. I’m sorry.” Your head hung, your eyes shut tightly as your hair fell messily in front of your face. She reached for your hand, not understanding why you were acting like this. It had always seemed like you were the one that wanted more, from the very beginning that was made very clear. However, it was too late, you weren’t going to be around for much longer. You pulled away from her grip that was stroking small circles into the back of your hand. You couldn’t even look at her in the fear of being met with a heartbroken face, one that wasn’t created to look hurt, you couldn’t bear to see her upset. “I’m transferring.” 

It wasn’t like you were hiding it, the fact that you weren’t happy at Manchester United was an open secret. Everybody knew that you wouldn’t be renewing your contract with them when it expired this summer - it was a huge rumour already between players and fans even if it hadn’t been announced publicly yet. 

“I knew you would be, but why does that mean we can’t have this, it works so perfectly me and you.” Lucy said and it broke your heart, you found the courage to look at her but when you saw her glossy eyes you couldn’t hold the gaze for longer than a second. “Just because you won’t be in Manchester, that's fine, London’s not that far away my love.” 

“London?” You questioned, sucking in a breath, looking up at her with confusion. 

“Well yeah, I heard Arsenal wants you. Is that not where you’re going?” Lucy asked and you gulped, trying to push back the tears. You’d seen all the rumours online; that Arsenal were desperate to have you, and you would be lucky to play for them. You had been ready to make that choice until your dream team since you were young had finally shown an interest in buying you. 

“Luce, I’m transferring to Barcelona.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you both. You were looking straight at her as she fighted internally with herself to not seem selfish in this scenario - priding herself on not being that person. 

“That's your dream! I’m so happy for you.” She said, choking through tears that she refused to let fall from her eyes, but you could see them. She was right, it really was your dream and you didn’t even know you wanted something this bad. The prestige the club had, the facilities, the trainers, coaches, and players, but most of all their need to win - absolutely everything. You had sat on pins and needles for at least a week and a half, fielding calls from your agent, United, and Barca. Everyone wanted to make sure they got the best deal out of your transfer. It was at least comforting that your agent dropped the fact that Barca would still want you if the transfer fell through, after your contract expired, and would wait to sign you for free if they had to. Ultimately, a deal had been reached and after the Christmas break you would be heading to Barcelona. 

“Lucy, don’t.” You say, feeling an intense amount of emotion over how Lucy was looking at you. Her eyes were glassy with tears but you could see how she was shaking them back, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear almost resetting herself. 

“No, look, it's okay. I was just being silly anyway, you need to go and live the dream.” You hated her referring to you both as silly, but you knew she just couldn’t admit to being absolutely heartbroken by the news she’d just received. 

“It’s not silly.” You state, your eyes squinting now, unable to push back the tears flooding your vision. It was your turn to reach for her hand now but before you could reach she pulled it back, shaking her head at you. “I’m in love with you Lucy.” You couldn’t believe what you’d said, but you’d said it and you meant it, more than anything you’d ever said before. 

“I’m not letting you get held back by me. You’re at your peak and you’ve got to go and make it in Barcelona, really get your name out there.” Lucy was changing the subject again, wanting to talk about anything but the fact that she’d just admitted her feelings for you and was left without anything to show for it.

“Lucy, listen to what I’m saying. I love you.” You were repeating yourself, every time you said it it felt more and more right, even if you knew it was never going to work out now you were moving. 

“I can hear you, but it’s not going to work, is it? I’ll still be here at Man City, while you’re there.” Her voice cracked at the words, her head lowering, not able to make eye contact with you anymore. 

“I’m sorry.” That's all you had left. She wouldn’t let you hold her hand, she wouldn’t let you comfort her anymore, and it was finally kicking in that you’d lost something you didn’t even know you truly had. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s no one’s fault.” Lucy said, finally looking up to look at you again, you saw a singular tear drop down her cheek, but she didn’t rush to wipe it away. Instead, she let it soak into her skin, like she wanted to feel herself finally giving into her heartbreak. “Just wasn’t meant to be was it?” 

She left it a few seconds, letting the words sink into both of you before standing up and grabbing her coat from the back of her chair. 

“Are you leaving?” You ask, your voice hoarse and quiet. She nodded, her lips pursed together as she hooks her arms into her jacket. You stand up to meet her, but she turns away, walking towards the door. “Lucy, wait.” You grabbed her arm, pulling her back around and standing no further than a few inches away from her. She looked at you like it was the last time she was ever going to see you, both of you seemingly pretending like you weren’t going to have to continue the rest of the season for your teams or for England. 

She allowed herself to edge closer to your face, placing one soft kiss against your lips, but you held her in place and you both took a breath before allowing your lips to collide with each others again, just how you had last night. You could feel the wetness of her cheeks as you reached up to hold her face and it broke you down again before you felt her pull away from you. You both remained still for a moment, your head falling into her chest as she rested her chin against your hair, placing one final kiss against your scalp. 

“I’ll see you around, okay.” Lucy announced and you couldn’t even respond, just giving her a small nod as you watched her leave, but it didn’t really settle in until you heard the front door slam shut and you were left alone surrounded by her gestures of love that she’d made for you and you’d been forced to turn down. 

You didn’t know what else to do apart from clear the breakfast up, tears rolling down your cheeks as you scraped the leftovers into the bin, watching as everything she’d done for you had just been thrown away. You don’t remember how long you stood just staring at nothing, waiting for Lucy to come straight back through the front door and tell you that you both could make it work, but she didn’t. She never came back to your house again. 

You found your way back into your bedroom, crawling back into the duvet, and immediately the scent of her perfume hit your nose and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into the pillow, hating how you’d left things, but you knew you’d both come to accept the fact that what's done was done and you let it run back and forth through your mind until sleep took hold of you. 

[hwayangyeon]

NSFW sunoo x g/b/xf reader x bf sunghoon // sunoo fucks reader while sunghoon watches // cuckold, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praising // 700 words

already undressed, out of breath and with lips plump from making out, you lay down on the bed waiting for sunghoon to join you but instead you see him walk over and sit on the armchair. before you can react to that you feel sunoo position your hips behind you. he squeezes your waist hard, the feeling of his hands on your skin completely unknown, shocking, yet so exciting.

he enters you gently, wary of his hyung's expression, worried he might change his mind any second now. sunghoon only spreads his legs to sit more comfortably and rests his head on his hand, looking directly into your eyes.

sunoo picks up his speed, it's getting hot and heavy, the alcohol you drank a few minutes earlier doesn't help you muffle your moans either, but it feels so wrong to let them out. you look up once again to seek approval in sunghoon's face, however he's really hard to read, or it's just your vision getting blurry from how good sunoo is making you feel.

"fuck," you can't hold it any longer. you break eye contact with him when the cheating sound leaves your mouth.

"look at me," your boyfriend commands. you hesitate, worried to meet his angry eyes. sunoo moves your hair away from your face, which doesn't allow you to hide anymore and eventually you lift your head up, "you're usually more vocal. don't let sunoo feel bad about himself."

he's right, sunoo is making you feel so good it's crazy. it feels wrong, but so good. his dick is penetrating you so well, his thrusts more delicate than sunghoon's, you are not really used to the slower pace and it's driving you insane.

sunoo leans forward to rest on your back, breathing into your neck and biting your earlobe whenever he hits the sweet spot and you clench around him. his moans are higher than sunghoon's too.

carried away, you decide to check on your boyfriend again. seeing the growing bulge in his pants makes you feel more confident.

"you can touch yourself, baby," you say between catching breaths, "help yourself."

"oh, don't worry, baby," he leans forward slightly to get closer to you, "you will be the one helping me later."

your brain freezes. you already feel worn out from sunoo's irregular pace and you're getting close to your release, how are you going to take him? even sunoo shots his head up confused, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, glossy eyes and parted lips make sunghoon's dick twitch but he won't confess to that.

sunoo can't get enough of you, his hand brushes your arm, grabs your neck lightly, moves your face to the side so he can hear your moans better. it's not that you're his hyung's significant other, he's just really passionate. he also wants sunghoon to feel good about this.

and he does. he enjoys seeing you melt from sunoo's touch, you deserve this. but sunoo is only preparing you for the rest of the night you're bound to spend with your boyfriend, he's going to show you who really fucks you brainless.

sunoo comes right after you, your final moans fill out the room with beautiful melody, it makes sunghoon heat up instantly. sunoo barely can hold himself up, sweat from his nose occasionally drops onto your back.

sunghoon stands up, fixes sunoo's hair and pats him on the head, then squats down next to you and places a kiss on your forehead.

"you did so well," you could fall asleep any moment now, the activity really wore you out, you– "sunoo, can you leave us alone, please?"

the second you hear the door close behind you, sunghoon stands up and starts unbuckling his belt.

fuck.

after hotel.

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please let me know if there's any way i can upgrade my work ! it's my first time posting smut here, i'm not sure if i'm using the right #'s and warnings <3

[wzy3ka]

| busy彡 Y.JW ( 양정원)

idol!jungwon bf!jungwon x reader

warnings: none

Jungwon has been missing your phone calls lately because of work.

He's preparing for their world tour and he always comes home very late at night.

You hated him being away from you. you were slowly losing your patience.

When he came home, he was exhausted and couldn't even walk properly..

"Babe... I'm sorry." he said as you faced your back at him pretending to sleep

"Are you mad?" He pouts as he walks over to you

You never spoke a word to him as he plays with a strand of your hair.

"I'lI make it up to you. I promise!" He said

You look at him with a grumpy expression.

"I'm sorry I couldn't pick up your calls, I was practicing too much that I even forgot to eat.." he chuckles making you sit up

"What???" You yelled

"Are you okay?? Why didn't they feed you?? You're overworking yourself!! Stop doing that!!"

Jungwon laughs and gives you a peck on the lips

"I'm just playing.." he laughs

"Why you-"

"Well, that's the only way I could get you to talk to me.." he shrugs

“I'm kinda hungry though,"

"C'mon, I'll make you something.." you said

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"You always say that and end up sleeping halfway through the movie."

"I can't help it..the couch is very comfortable. Really showed its' purpose. This is a good couch!" He said and pats the seat beside him

"What movie are we going to watch?"

.

"She would've ended up with him if she confessed. right, ba-." you look over at him and he was fast asleep

"You're the one who suggested we should watch a movie, now you're sleeping again.." you mocked

You couldn't stay mad at him because of how adorable he looked under the covers.

"I'll make it up. to you. y/n.." he was sleep talking

You let out a laugh and rested your head on his chest as you slowly drifted to sleep.

.

Once you woke up, you noticed Jungwon wasn't there beside you anymore and left for work.

You were about to pick up your phone and found a note beside it.

Good Morning, My love! I already made breakfast for you. Meet me at the train station at 8. I promise I'll make it up to you!

P.S. dress nicely!;)

Love you always, wonniewon!

"Silly guy." you thought

A notification popped up and it was jungwon sending you a message.

I’ll see you there! ;)

"If you would actually be there.."

you joke

.

It was nearly 8 and you've finally arrived at the train station.

Memories suddenly hit you like a bullet train. This was the place where you and Jungwon first met.

Two teenagers very passionate for their future, never thought would end up together.

You let out a laugh as you recall all the memories with him at this place.

Raindrops start to fall.

"Ugh! I forgot to bring an umbrella.."

The main was too far away and you wouldn't want to miss Jungwon if ever he'd come.

You were having second thoughts if you should stay where there is roof or just wait for Jungwon.

"What's taking him so long. " you said

You suddenly hear footsteps behind you..

You were suddenly covered with an umbrella.

"Missed me?" He asked

"Where have you been?!" You turn around and punch his shoulder

"And I love you too!" He laughed

"Wait, you're soaking wet." he said and takes out a napkin from his pocket

He wipes all the water off your face and gives you his coat.

"I was a little late because.. I got you these.." he said and handed you a bouquet of tulips

"Tulips reminded me of the first time we met here.I was crying about my first crush and you were listening to For you by Leehi and Crush while drawing tulips on your arm."

"Oh yeah. and I handed you my earpiece because I didn't know how to comfort you.." you laugh

Tulips look good on you, my love."

He smiled

"Really? Thanks, babe.." you gave him a peck on the cheek

"I should be given an award for this," he said as he celebrates his victory

"Why?" You laugh

"Because I'm the one who remembered our anniversary."

"It's today??" You were shocked

"Happy Anniversary, Babe!" He said and kissed your forehead

"I totally forgott... I'm sorry.."

"It's fine.. satisfaction check, did I make it up to you?"

"You sure did!"

"Were you satisfied?"

"Very!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Ofcourse! And it would stay that way till the day I die!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you any gift. " you pouted making him chuckle

"That's alright, maybe next time you could get me one if you could still remember when our anniversary is." he said as you smack his shoulder with your pouch

"Hey, give the man a rest! I've done so much for this to happen!"

"So, what are we gonna do next?"

You asked him

"Well, better get ready. Our adventure awaits!" He said and holds your hand as the train finally arrives.

[pablitogavii]

Best friend's little sister Pt. 5

Ever since they found me bruised in that corner, neither Pedri nor Pablo could let it go. I begged them to forget about Jacobo, to let him leave my life and not cause any more problems. They both promised to do as I asked but I should have known better than to trust them on it!!!

"Son of a bitch is going to be there!!!" Pedri said checking the schedule and Pablo nodded as they both were set on teaching him a lesson he won't forget.

After school, I went to Pablo's apartment watching him get ready for some "Barça event" that suddenly happened but nobody mentioned before. I was curious but trusted him to tell me the truth.

"Is Pedri less angry about what happened???" I asked and Pablo said he's slowly moving on from it. I was glad to hear it just wanting this whole thing to be over.

I stood up from the bed walking to his closet and snaking my arms around his torso from the back holding him tightly. I kissed his strong muscular back teasingly thinking of a perfect way to make him stay with me tonight...

"And you amor???" I say seeing his jaw clenching

"I would feel much better if you let me punch his stupid face for good!!!" he said and I shook my head in response.

"Aii amor he's not worth it..." I say nuzzling my face into Pablo's back as he sighed. I knew the only reason he wasn't doing as he said is because of me and it made me proud.

"Hmm can't you stay with me??? I already told Pedri I'm sleeping over at Masa's???" I say feeling his strong arms reach for me and pull me in front of him as he raised my chin gently inspecting my wound which was healing well.

"Stay here and wait for me pequeñita...I won't stay long I promise you and we can cuddle all night, vale???" he said leaning down and kissing my lips passionately making me wish he didn't have to leave at all...I really craved some intimacy after such a long time.

"Hm bueno...then I'm gonna go sleep...naked...all alone...in your big bed papiiiiiii" I smirked taking off my clothes one at the time and jumping onto his bed as he watched a show meant only for his eyes.

"Aiii que haces conmigo!!!" he followed after me as I cuddled up underneath the comforter leaning in to kiss him passionately.

"You know what happens when you are mi nena mala, no???" Pablo smirked and I recalled very well my last punishment...hm it was such a craving. I nodded pouting and he kissed my lips, nose and then forehead.

"I'll see you soon cielo. Be good!!!" he said and I wished him a good night as he left to meet Pedri int he car downstairs.

It was barely an hour when my phone rang and I smiled thinking it Pablo already "missing me "and telling me he's coming home but it was actually Masa.

"Hey girl what's up???" I said getting up thinking it's a new gossip she has to tell me but her voice was very much concerned.

"You are gonna wanna come here asap girl! Pablo and Pedri are kicking Jacobo's ass!!!" she was definitely drunk and I heard people cheering in the background. I froze once I comprehended what she had just said...Pablo and Pedri are WHATTT!!!???

"Where are you!!!???" I was already up wearing my old shorts and Pablo's oversized t-shirt before calling a cab to take me to some home party she mentioned. Luckily it wasn't far and I was there fast. The place was swarming with crowd screaming and chanting all around as I tried to push past them. Then cop sirens were blasting and everyone started to run pushing me all around until I finally landed in the pair of familiar arms.

"Cielo? What are you doing here??????" Pablo said holding me against himself so nobody can hit me as they ran and then Pedri joined us as well with a bruised lip. Just great!!!

"What are you two idiots doing!!!??? Estan locos!!!???" I was yelling angrily but they grabbed my arms pulling me towards the car as we drove off before getting into serious trouble.

"How did you know where we were!!!??? Did you talk to him again!? I told you not to and to call me if he tries to get close to you again!!!" Pedri said angrily but I was just as pissed off.

"A friend told me!!! And I told you NOT to do anything stupid like this and you promised!!! Both of you are just a bunch of liars!!!" you said giving Pablo an angry look as he sighed feeling his bruised lip as well.

"Now he'll know better than to hurt my only hermanita" Pedri said driving us all to the house and telling Pablo he can just sleep over since it was late.

I was very much angry at both of them...but especially at Pablo who knew Jacobo had the picture and now has all the reasons in the world to plaster it everywhere!

I was silent the rest of the ride and when we got home I just walked to my room without a single word. "She'll get over it, hermano. Let's eat something" Pedri said as Pablo watched me walk upstairs knowing that he has some making up to do tonight.

Pablo excused himself to use "a bathroom" as he went into my room seeing me laying there in bed on my phone still in his oversized shirt. He smirked laying behind me but I gave him no attention what so ever!!! He's gonna have to work for it!!!

"Hmm is mi nena angry with me huh??? You look so good in my shirts nena...so delicious" he kissed my shoulder as his hand pulled me back and cuddled into me.

"Pablo!!!" he heard Pedri calling sighing in annoyance before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

"I'll make it all up to you later, cielo..." he said before leaving but I didn't answer anything.

A few hours later when everyone finally went to bed, Pablo snuck into my room locking the door behind and laying in bed behind me. I was still awake but pretended to sleep but he could see right through it.

His hand slowly went underneath my/his t-shirt resting on my stomach and slowly moving upwards until he was cupping my breast making me moan.

"Hmm stop ignoring me pequeñita...you know I can make you talk" he said cockily as his other hand grazed my thighs sending shivers all over my body.

I tried pulling away but having his hands on me felt so good..and I craved it for so long. I opened my eyes and he turned me around to look at him.

"Please talk to me..." he said caressing my cheek and I sighed nodding my head.

"So now you're lying to me too???" I said really tired of all these lies I have to deal with. At least Pablo and I were always honest with each other.

"I'm sorry cielo...but you would never agree" he said tucking a strand behind my ear gently.

"Of course I wouldn't agree!!! He has a picture of us that he can show to my brother and everyone!!! Now he has all the reason in the world to do that!!!" I said and he smiled shaking his head and kissing my lips.

"You think that's funny!!!??? What do you think Pedri will do if he..." but you couldn't finish as he was shutting you up with his lips holding your face in his his hands.

"He doesn't have that picture anymore, cielo...I paid him a visit a few days ago and he deleted it in front of my eyes" Pablo said and I was confused why would he do that.

""Let's just say people love money too much to refuse it" Pablo explained and I sighed at least glad it was only Vini we needed to worry about now.

"And what about Vini...that won't work on him" I said but he was done talking pulling me close and devouring my lips passionately. I relaxed into his touch as we made out for hours until both fell asleep in each others arms.

A few days later, we all went to Ibiza. Everything was quite for the whole summer vacay...no sound of Vini and we enjoyed our Ibiza to it's fullest. Pedri even allowed Masa to come with us and it was a blast.

masa.babyy

Ibiza

My soul sister @y.n.gonzalez 💗💗💗

comentarios:

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pedrifanss: are they all together in Ibiza???

gonzalezfam: yes. pedri, gavi, and the two of them!!!

gaviragirls: omg she and gavi are together!!!

pedri.gavi.girl: her brother is there too HAHAHA

y.n.gavi.fanss: i don't care but they're end game😍😍😍

"I don't know girl but people say you're end game" Masa teased while we were sun tanning and I stole a glance from Gavi in the hot tub smirking at me.

"Are you joining us tonight hermano???" Pedri said but Gavi completely forgot what they were talking about...all he could think about is you in this small bathing suit...your wet hair...and that smile when you looked at him.

"Nahh I'm not in the mood" Pablo said that being the fifth time he refused to go out with the boys to clubs filled to the brim with half naked model looking girls...obviously it was odd to everyone.

"He must be back with that Sevilla girl" Balde said

"I was never with her, chick is toxic." Pablo said knowing they won't just let this go " But sure I have someone, vale!!!???" he said getting up and walking to grab a beer.

"I respect that!!! Besides we all know how girls here are" Pedri said and Pablo smiled hoping when he tells the truth his friend will remember this moment.

"I don't mind it at all" Balde joked and all the boys laughed.

When they left, Pablo knocked on my door excusing himself when he saw me and Masa laying there talking.

"It's all good...anything for my end game couple" she teased passing Pablo while I threw a pillow at her that he caught.

"What's she going on about huh???" he said sitting down and I straddled his lap kissing his lips while laying with his hair.

"People commented on her post that we're end game..." I explained and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling me closer...I could already feel him hard underneath his swim trunks.

"I want to take you somewhere..." he whispered into the kiss and I smiled nodding my head not even asking what he had in mind...if it was with Pablo I would go anywhere.

"Make sure you have something warm" he said and I pulled on the hoodie he currently had on which made him chuckle and take it off only to put it over my body.

"Perfecta! Vamos amor" he said and we left telling Masa that we won't be back until morning. She nodded wishing us a "fun night".

"Are we going on a boat???" I ask and he smiled nodding his head as we both jumped on and he took us to a secluded beach filled with beautiful lanters.

"Oh my god Pablo...it's so beautiful" I say looking around while holding myself on the boat feeling his arms wrap around me and pull me against him protectively.

"I told you to be careful..." he whispered and I smiled holding his hands on my stomach as we arrived to the beach and he helped me out. He took a small blanket and a bag from the boat.

"What is that amor???" I ask and he placed the blanket down showing me champagne, and some snacks inside the bag. I smiled wide at the little surprise.

"It's a real date for mi pequeñita...and I want it to be perfect" he said and I kissed him lovingly as we both laid down in each others arms. We drank a glass of champagne, enjoyed a sunset and looking at each other we both wanted the same thing. He pulled me on top of him as he laid down and we started to kiss and discard each other's clothes.

"Aahh P..Pablo..." I moaned into his ear feeling him stretching me out while his hot lips grazed my skin.

"Tan buena pequeñita...y...toda mia!!!" he growled the last part marking up my neck while moving faster sending both of us closer to our long awaited high.

"A..Ahh please never let me go again" I whimper feeling my body contracting around him as my high washed over me sending my mind into oblivion.

"Never again...mi cielo" he groaned finishing as well as we both laid there in each others arms holding each other tightly and enjoying the moment together.

"Y/n...I know we've been through a lot...and many would disagree with what we are...but I love you pequeñita...I really do" those words echoed in my head as I smiled never being happier than now.

" love you too Pablo..." you say feeling his grip tighten as he kissed the top of your head and then raised your chin to kiss your lips. Everything in that moment was perfect...if only it could of lasted forever.

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The izcourse continues...

When did people stop saying 'in my opinion'? because lord above would that simple phrase have stopped me getting so mad this morning.

I have no interest in reblogging the posts and starting drama, but some izzy takes I've seen this morning have made me want to chew through rawhide, and here's my opinion on why these 'factual statements' are wrong.

Izzy fans shouldn't be upset by his death because he's not a main character, he is a plot device to further the story of the main characters.

I'm a professional writer btw and to me a 'plot device' character is the barista who's in one scene. To me, if a named character with backstory and complicated interpersonal history with one or more main characters is just 'a plot device' - that's a waste of a character and shitty writing. I don't think ofmd is shittily written so this annoys me on two levels - disrespecting the show, and the character. Because in my view if Izzy is 'just a plot device' that's someone insulting the show.

2. Izzy was an antagonist and antagonists can only ever be redeemed and then die, or become a villain.

Not even true of ofmd and certainly not of media in general, yet stated as fact with nothing to back it up. This is NOT an opinion btw - you only have to look at Zheng and Jackie to know it's not true within the context of the show.

Jackie dobs Stede in to the British just as much as Izzy does, and she threatens them with vengeance again over the indigo - does she die? Does she become a villain? No, she's a guest at the lupete wedding for fuck sake.

Zheng insults Ed and attempts to kill Stede, two things Izzy was vilified for, gosh it was so sad when she died in the finale wasn't it? Oh no wait, she became their ally and sailed away on The Revenge!

'Have to die or become villains' is just...incomprehensible to me. The only way I can see it working in someone's head is if they think character like Jackie and Zheng did nothing wrong, when Izzy was evil, for doing the same things - albeit for more personally passionate reasons.

3. Izzy telling Ed that the ship's atmosphere was poison because of 'his feelings for Stede' was Izzy 'blaming Ed's actions on love again, just like he did in s1.e10 because Izzy is just one-note evil and only ever has that one thing to say.

To me, s1 Izzy is absolutely thrilled to have managed to bait Ed to anger, to have brought this out of him. He thinks he knows what he's just unleashed, but as we soon discover, he has no idea - because Ed had never cut off one of his extremities before. He poked the bear, but the bear was actually a fucking kraken.

s2 Izzy, in my opinion, looking at his expression above, is sad, resigned, he is saying Stede's name (which it's already established even obliquely mentioning him is a BAD IDEA with the whole 'talk it through' thing, after which Izzy sounds panicked) but he is specifically trying to make Ed see that he is not himself - that what he is doing to the crew is toxic.

Just because he's essentially saying 'This isn't you' in both scenes, doesn't mean the tone or the meaning of those scenes is the same. One scene ends with Izzy gleeful, victorious. One ends with him screaming on the deck, bleeding out.

I am happy for people to have these opinions, and for me to vehemently disagree with them, but they ARE opinions. And Izzy 'fans' or you know, people who see the show differently to you, are not stupid, racist, immature or whatever else you want to call us.

We just have a different opinion. If you're going to share your opinion, great! But it's still just your opinion.