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lazy messy high sex w virgin!reader or bestfriends w chris lol im so high rn so idk if anything im sayin makes sense lol have a gday

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a/n: yall rlly fw the virgin bsf trope w chris huh, well you ask so i give!! here yall go enjoy, keep sending requests, do not be shyyy

warnings/content ahead: drug use, weed, mentions of alcohol, high sex, smut, straddling so like cowgirl??, oral male!receiving, virgin!reader(again) x bsf!chris(again), wrote this in literally one sitting so beware for the possibility of it being fast-paced and a bunch of mistakes

NORMAL?

You were confusing to say the least. Everyone knew that every once and a while you liked to get high out of your fucking brain on weed and shrooms. Yet, they knew you were a virgin, which was an interesting combo.

It wasn't the vibe you gave off, in fact, it was the opposite. You were confident with a high sex appeal. People knew because you were open about it, never understanding the whole concept with feeling shameful about keeping your virginity.

That didn't mean you were completely pure, though. Although you have kept your virginity, you had still admitted to giving multiple blowjobs and handjobs, so you weren't completely inexperienced.

You were at home practically doing nothing when you got a message from your best friend, telling you to come over and bring some pre-rolled blunts. You almost jumped at the message.

Putting his ego and sex life aside, if someone were to ask you, you would call Chris a goody-goody, which would really piss him off. In your 10 years of knowing the kid, he'd refuse to do any drugs or alcohol. He was open with the fact he didn't want to consume anything that would alter his brain chemistry. You couldn't do anything but respect him, still offering him some every once and a while.

In that sense, you two were opposites. He was always banging some new girl while you were doing pot with the rappers of LA. But in every other aspect, you two were identical. People, even his triplet brothers, would point out how you were like a female version of him, and how it made sense that you two were so close.

You were practically thrilled Chris had requested such a thing, your mind racing at all the possibilities as to why he'd ask you to bring your stash.

Standing in front of his house, you search for your gifted spare key, opening the place up and announcing that you were here. You had to keep yourself from skipping through his house in pure utter excitement.

You freeze at the sight of Chris in his kitchen, fully expecting him to be in his room. Quickly, you throw him the plastic bag of pre-rolled blunts and joints. The same second Chris registered you here was the same second he caught the plastic bag of weed, catching it with one arm.

"Drive safely here?" He questions, opening the plastic bag. You grin, imagining how high Chris could get, how'd he be. "I didn't drive high, don't worry. I was waiting until I got here." You seat yourself on the kitchen island's stool, leaning yourself against the table as you watch him sniff the bag.

"Mm. Good." He hummed, his face expressionless. You immediately furrowed your eyebrows. "What's wrong?" You ask the moment you felt his vibe was off. He looked up at you, he was great at expressing his positive emotions, his negative ones? Not so much.

"A bunch of bullshit on the internet. People love to wake up and act all fucking dumb." He mutters, throwing the bag against the table, sliding it toward you. "Chris, how many time do I need to fucking tell you." You sigh, taking out a roll and your lighter.

"'Don't take that shit seriously.' Yeah, I fucking know. It's just hard when it's constantly in your face." His tone is aggressive and louder. You take a moment before asking, "Is that why you told me to bring these?" You gesture to the weed.

Chris nods, "Yeah. Before I fucking punch someone." He goes on to tell you about how Nick and Matt left to go do some influencer shit you didn't understand, seeing how the internet had gotten him so hostile, insisting it'd be good if they left him alone for a few hours. "They shouldn't be back until a long fucking while."

You smile, "Should be enough time for us to get high and out of this fucking world, am I right?" You hold up a fist for him to bump. He just stares at it. "Just light the fucking blunt." He groans. You grumble, "Come on Chris, seriously? You gonna leave me hanging?"

He sighs, fist bumping you. You then fist bump the air in victory, quickly going to light the blunts. You bring your roll immediately to your lips, watching Chris as you hesitantly hold his up. You huff the smoke out of your nose. "Are you sure, Chris?"

"I'm sure." He blows in, you watch as the paper burns as air gets sucked out of it. His puffing interrupted by a cough, smoke forcefully leaving his mouth as he coughs it all up. "Don't worry," you say "this is normal for your first time, try holding it in?" You suggest.

He glares at you. "What? I'm not the one who made you cough, tough guy." You shrug.

He holds it back up to his lips, looking at you the entire time as he sucks in softer this time. He manages to hold the smoke in and blow it back out, leaving both his nose and mouth. "Mmm." You buzzed, smoking from your roll. "Good boy." You sang as he blew some of the smoke at your face. You scrunched up your nose, laughing.

"I also brought my bong, by the way."

-

Your back was slumped flatly against his kitchen table, you hadn't bothered to leave his kitchen since you stepped in there.

You watched as smoke painted abstract lines across his ceiling, the light so bright it had your blinking hurt. Chris felt his mind pooling out of his ears as he sat on his couch in the living room, holding onto your bong.

"Should've brought the shrooms." He utters, finishing his blunt. Chris lost count of which one this was. You laughed slowly, "Slow down, druggie."

He turned his head, examining you laying on his kitchen table, "Hm, you comfortable?" You shake your head. "Not at all."

"Then come sit next to me, dumbass." He huffed, you slouched yourself off his kitchen table, feeling the cramp on your back beginning to form. You stretched quickly before plopping yourself beside him.

"You fuck with it?" You ask him, he turns to look at you, glassy blue eyes rimmed with red. It only makes you wonder what you look like. Your brain feels hot, and you direct it to his lips. You watch as he's about to puff some fog out, but quickly sucks it back in mouth and blows it out of his nose. "Heavy." He answers you, his voice a tone louder than a whisper.

He manspreads through his baggy black sweatpants as you sigh. "If I could go back in time to when I first got high like this, I would."

Chris nods slowly. "Like, try something new?" He questions, his voice more hoarse than when you got here.

"Yeah. New and addictive, as fucked up as it sounds. I don't want to regret it. Sort of like the same thing you're doing right now." You pat down the surface of your blunt on an ashtray, getting rid of accumulated ash.

It's a comfortable silence for a moment. There's not really much to say when you could barely feel your mind in your head.

"I have an idea in mind, but you're not gonna like it."

You're immediately intrigued, turning to look at him, raising a weak eyebrow. "Let's be honest, I'll probably fucking like it."

He hums, his voice purring in some sort of acknowledgement. "Let me fuck you?" He gets straight to the point, and you can't even say you're surprised. You back yourself away from him for a moment, taking him all in. You'd be the earth's biggest liar if you said you wouldn't take him right then and there.

"You'd be comfortable with that?" You draw out, watching his pink lips begin to form a response. "You're the virgin here, I should be the one asking you that."

He's right. You raise your gaze back to him. He blinks slowly at you, hair falling perfectly on his forehead as pieces continue to messily look longer than the others. His necklace glimmering lightly under the dimly lit living room as he looks at you lazily through his eyelashes. "I don't think there's any other time I'd like to lose my virginity than right now." You admit.

His smirk grows as he pats his lap. "Come here." You looked at him as you crawled onto his lap, straddling him as he put his blunt out. Sitting on him, his gaze darted everywhere on you, following from your eyes to the slope of your neck, melting to your chest.

"Don't be awkward." He ordered, grabbing the side of your face as he kissed your soft mouth. You kissed him back, your mind immediately going blank as he pulled away. "Already?" You whined before shutting up immediately. He kisses the curve of your jaw, trailing down your neck, giving you sloppy wet neck kisses, leaving your skin glistening with a layer of his spit, unknowingly grinding into his growing erection.

Without a question, he lifts your shirt off of you, you place it off to the side as he looks up at your red eyes. Tugging out your bra, he asks "Can I take this off you?"

You slip your hand into his pants, snapping at the elastic of his boxers. "Only if I take this off you." He grins, "We're getting there, baby." His voice low and jagged from everything he's been smoking, you feel yourself getting wetter, deciding to be the one who dives in for this kiss.

Without really meaning to, you give him an open-mouthed kiss, your lips immediately wrapping around his bottom ones and sucking gently on it, feeling him unclasp your bra as he sticks his tongue inside of you, slipping it off.

His fingers run themselves through your hair before transitioning to your bare skin, his palms sliding down the hill of your boob and grazing the dip of your waist before holding tightly onto your hips, holding you down as he pushes you back and forth onto his crotch.

You rhythmically grind yourself into him as he guides you, your kissing becoming less in order and more messy, more wetter. You both taste like weed, the smell fogging up the place around you and even your minds, every moment more intense and harsher, out of order yet perfect.

With a hand holding your hips hard enough to leave marks in the morning, his other hand uses two delicate fingers to brush down your spine, the tingling sensation sends a small shiver down your spine, arching your back to the touch. That same hand moving to the opposite side of your hips, caving into your leg and groping your thigh as he bites your lip when you went to take a break for a breath of air.

He whimpers your name, clearly more into this than you thought. You scatter off of him and he watches you confused, pressing down to his crotch. You shove his hands away, sitting  on your knees and you lean toward him. "You're so beautiful." He looks down at you as you take his sweatpants off, instinctively folding it and putting off to the side. That's how you knew you were high. "Let me suck your dick." You say in response to his compliment.

He plays with your hair, grabbing small strands and following it until he reaches the edge and they fall out of his grasp, repeating the action. "Thoughtful girl, hm." Chris mutters, he moans when you shove his boxers off and without warning, wrapping your lips around him.

Your tongue swirls around his tip before collecting all the leaking pre-cum from his hole, pressing your tongue in it which makes his hips buckle up. Your boobs graze softly against his legs as you let go for a moment, saliva drooping down his length as you spit at your palm, looking up at him as you begin to stroke him. He throws his head back, loud whimpers of your name slipping from his mouth. You continue your stroking as you bring the tip of him to your mouth once again, bopping your head up and down, matching the speed of you stroking as he grips the top of your head, pulling on your hair. "Fuck– I'm gonna– fuck!" He cums in your mouth and you pull away, strings of liquid managing to connect from him to your mouth as you swallow him down. 

"More?" You question once he's caught his breath, he looks down at you. "It felt like my virginity just got taken away from me." You laugh at his comment, grabbing a joint and quickly lighting it up for a quick puff. His eyes were still bloodshot, but you held the smoke in before you got closer to him, he opened his mouth, his eyes on yours as you blew the smoke straight into it. He sucked in the fog and released it through his nose.

You sat back on him, the only thing keeping your bare skin from touching was the pants you still haven't taken off yet. You brought the joint back to his mouth and he happily took a long drag. "Still a virgin, by the way." You remind him, licking your thumb and index finger, stinging the half-smoked joint light gone. "Right. Here for business aren't we?" He blows the smoke from his mouth, pointing it to his right so it wouldn't hit your face. "Damn straight." You nod.

"Nice tits, by the way."

"Chris just fuck me."

Your pants were off in seconds and you found yourself hovering right over him, hesitant to just fully take him.

"We don't have to." He trails, holding onto your waist, sure you were both high to the point of seeing stars, but he was still considerate. "I want to." You muttered, holding onto his shoulders as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Your walls immediately clenched around him and it was almost painful, slowly but surely Chris helped you raise yourself as you raised his hips with you, your moans muffled out of your hearing capacity, hyper focused on his noises and the idea of fully thrusting with him.

"Want me to go slow?" He groans, slowly pushing himself farther into you once he is out. "Just do it how you normally would." You drop your head to his shoulder, facing his neck as his thrust become more common, his speed going faster. Your nails clawed at his other shoulder as you kept everything in you not to bite onto him for closure. You would lift yourself up as he pushed himself inside you once you drop yourself back down, following his pace that would only just quicken.

Maybe it was the weed, but you could've sworn you had a warm tear make its way down your cheek, it was painful, but pleasurable, his size definitely not what you were expecting for your first time. You placed damp kisses along his neck and collarbone, feeling your stomach clench harshly. "Chris–"

"I know, baby. I know. Me too." He moans, barely able to utter a few words. You quickly push you off of him, both on que as you cum everywhere. You're thankful he did, not really sure what you would do if you got pregnant from your first time.

You lay on the gray couch completely naked, trying to get your breath in order. Chris does the same, turning to look at you to do so. His eyebrows furrow, "Did I hurt you?" He wipes away your tear with his thumb. "A little." You admit, "but I think it's normal. Right?" You question. "As long as it's not anything you didn't want, it should be normal." He nods, running his hands softly over your cum-covered stomach.

"How are we going to clean the couch from this?" You question, he looks up from you. "We better get to fucking work."

You stand up, your legs shaking as you attempt to put your underwear back on. Chris clicks his tongue. "Sit back down, I'll do it." He stands up, shoving himself back into his boxers, unfolding his sweatpants and putting them on.

You sigh, thinking about a shower and how good Chris felt against you. He manages to come back from around the corner with a towel. You attempt to help him clean. "We're so fucked." You mumbled.

He looks back at you and realizes just how high you two are. This event will definitely give you something to talk about later on, but for now Chris steals one more kiss from you, long and passionate. A different kind of euphoria for two idiots high out of their minds.

"I think you might be the bestest friend I've ever had." He says.

[joelscruff]

feelings on fire (joel miller x f!reader) 18+ PART FIVE

previous chapters | kofi | i'm honestly amazed that i actually completed this chapter today; as a lot of yall know i've been dealing with a lot of shitty life stuff lately and part of me expected this to not even get posted this month. and yet!! here we are. thank you to everyone who has been so supportive and amazing, this chapter is for you and i hope you like it 💖 chapter summary: you're starting to feel a bit insecure about your relationship with joel. perhaps a late night visit to his house is what you need 👀 rating: 18+ explicit warnings: age difference (reader is in her 20s, joel in his 50s), innocent/inexperienced reader, corruption, praise kink (joel calls reader babygirl, sweetheart, etc), dirty talk, mentions of religion (reader’s family are very catholic), fingering, handjobs, comeplay word count: 9k (woops) ao3

The rest of the week goes by gruelingly slow. Joel is busy every day and has barely any time to talk, so you mainly communicate through texts. The "conversations" are slow and broken, Joel only able to text when he has a free moment, which doesn't seem to be very often. You don't talk on the phone again, as much as you want to hear his voice, and you don't sext again either. It's a bit weird, a bit confusing, but you navigate it as best you can. It's not like he's ignoring you, he always responds, but it's just not the same as that first day.

you still wanna do this, right?

You type it around midnight on Thursday, hands trembling a bit as you hover over the send button. In one way you're afraid to ask him, afraid to seem clingy or young or inexperienced; but you're all of those things. When he's actually talking to you directly there's no fear, no question about what he wants, but going so long without hearing his voice makes you more and more insecure about what exactly he's thinking.

You erase the first message and start to type another one:

i know you're busy but

You shake your head and erase that one too. This is so stupid. Of course he still wants you, you idiot.

He'd said he was okay with the lie you'd told, had even said he would actually teach you guitar now too, but you're an overthinker, always have been. You can't help but feel dread whirling around in the pit of your stomach; he wants to end it, it's too complicated now. You've turned something sexy and fun into something ridiculous and unnecessary.

You lock your phone without sending anything and roll around in bed a bit, trying to sleep. Your thoughts make it impossible though, nagging at the front of your mind worse than your parents. You sit up and slide the tip of your thumb into your mouth, biting down in thought and staring at the blank screen of your phone.

What if you just...

are you home?

He hadn't sent you anything earlier to confirm he'd gotten back; you've discovered over the past few days that contractors really like to drink after their shift. Joel's been at the bar every night since that first day, often 'til late; you have to admit, it makes you a bit jealous to imagine Joel and his contracting crew out having a great time while you're laying in your childhood bed with a curfew. Bar hopping and partying has never appealed to you before, at least not when your college friends did it, but now the thought of it doesn't seem so bad. Not if you were doing it with him...

Your phone buzzes and you feel excitement burst through you at his reply:

Got in about 10 minutes ago, didn't think you'd be up. You okay?

You soften at his concern, cheeks warming. You don't hesitate, knowing if you think too much about it you'll end up changing your mind. You type your your response and hit send before you can talk yourself out of it.

can i come over?

You stare at the screen with bated breath, watching as his typing bubble appears. It takes barely any time at all for him to reply:

Of course you can. Door's unlocked.

--

Sneaking out of your house is much easier than you thought it'd be. You've never done it before, had almost expected the bottom half of your house to suddenly have some kind of security system with lasers and cameras, but nope. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You're wearing one of your old nightdresses, pink and frilly; you'd opted to start wearing them again the other day, liking the way they made you feel, accentuating your legs and breasts like your old Sunday school dress. You'd changed quickly every morning before going downstairs to save your parents from the heart attacks they'd have seeing you with so little skin coverage. But there's no need to change now, not with where you're going. You yank on a jacket and sneakers and carefully open and close the front door, scurrying out into the cool night air.

Joel's house isn't far, just a street over. You try not to run, as much as you want to; you know you'll end up all sweaty and messy haired - the opposite of how you'd like to portray yourself tonight, but your skin is practically glowing with anticipation. You hold the short hem of your nightdress down as you speed walk through the dark suburban streets of your neighborhood.

Your heart starts pounding when his house comes into view; the living room window is dimly lit. You jog up the front steps and take a deep breath before turning the handle, smiling to yourself when it opens easily; he'd really left the door unlocked for you.

"Mr. Miller?" you call in a hushed tone, shutting the door behind you and turning the lock.

He emerges from the living room and you feel your eyes widen. All he's wearing is a pair of loose fitting plaid pajama pants; nothing else. No shirt, no socks, and probably no underwear. You swallow, eyes trailing up and down the naked solidness of his chest, the greying hair smattered along the skin. He's got a softness to him, a bit of a pudgy belly that makes you want to smile, but his rugged sexiness is even more apparent. His strong pecs, freckled arms, the hair trailing down his stomach and into his pajama pants... it suddenly leaves you unable to breathe or form a coherent thought.

"There's my girl," he says, voice low and husky; he must have talked a lot today, called people's names, ordered them around, "C'mere."

Your brain is still muddled and awestruck as you feel yourself rush forward, arms immediately wrapping around his bare torso. His skin is softer than you'd thought it'd be, warm under your touch as you carefully press your cheek to his chest. You feel the scratch of hair against your skin, reminding you of his age; fifty six. The thought gives you an ache between your legs.

He holds you close and rubs your back, presses a kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes flutter closed at his touch, fingers splaying across the wide span of his back. You find yourself able to breathe again, but all you inhale is his scent, fresh and masculine. It's then that you realize his skin is slightly damp, peppered here and there with little droplets of water.

"I just got out of the shower," he says quietly, answering your unspoken question, "Was about to get in bed when you texted but I figured if you were comin' over I should clean myself up a bit."

You hum against his chest, still not sure exactly what to say. The ache between your legs is growing stronger the more you stand here in his embrace; somehow you hadn't expected to feel this way just from hugging him, although you probably should have guessed.

"I wanna get in your bed," you say softly, opening your eyes again and pulling back to look at him. His expression says it all, eyes going dark as they fall to your lips.

"Then let's get in my bed," he murmurs, just as quiet.

--

The last time you were in Joel's bedroom there'd been more of a sense of urgency, when he'd sat with you in his lap on the edge of his bed and held you open in front of the mirror. Now things are much slower, more quiet. You slip in behind him and unzip your jacket, taking it off and hanging it carefully on the hook behind his door.

"That's pretty," he says behind you, and you feel him reach out to gently touch the pink material, hand ghosting the bare skin of your chest. Your breath hitches and he smiles, "Tiny little thing, isn't it?"

"I've had it for a long time, I thought you might like it."

"I do," he pulls you toward him, then reaches his hands up to thumb the thin straps of the nightdress. You watch with hooded eyes as he slowly pushes them off your shoulders, "I'm gonna take it off though, that okay?"

Your brow furrows; he notices your reaction and his hands freeze, "Not okay?" he asks, confused slightly.

"N-no, it's okay," you say quickly, "I just... I'm still a little self conscious."

His eyes widen slightly and he shakes his head, "You have nothin' to be self conscious about, sweetheart," he reassures you, "I wanna see you..." he pushes the straps down your shoulders and you stand there trembling slightly as he pulls the dress down, exposing your breasts to him, "There you are."

You shiver a bit under his gaze, but not out of discomfort or fear. You feel safe with him; you know he'd never do anything you didn't consent to. You're just not exactly sure what you want, what exactly you've really come here for. Before you'd left the house you'd been so afraid that he was losing interest, already getting tired of you; now he stares at you like you're some kind of rare gem, making you feel bashful and beautiful under his gaze.

"I wanna touch you," you whisper, the shakiness of your voice betraying your nervousness - or anticipation.

His hands freeze for a few seconds but he regains composure quickly, tugging the dress down further until it's cascading down your legs, putting you completely on display. He swallows audibly, taking you in. You look at his face and feel yourself pulse under his gaze, the way he's staring directly at your bare pussy.

"Let's get in bed," he murmurs, "I think there's a few things we can touch."

His words send a buzzing warmth through your body and you cross your legs unconsciously, an action that makes him smirk. You turn away from him with heat flooding your cheeks as you climb into his bed; it's large and comfortable, but you already know neither of you will be taking advantage of the big space. You sit up against his headboard and pull the duvet up over yourself, hiding your breasts from view - as if he hasn't already seen them.

"I'll keep these on" he says softly, tugging at the band of his pajama pants, "Don't worry."

Your heart leaps to your throat and you nod quickly - probably too quickly. It's not that you're scared to see him naked; you've already seen both halves now and that's taken away a lot of the fear, but the concept of being in bed together, both naked... you're not sure you're ready yet. And you're glad he understands that without you having to say it out loud.

You watch as he climbs into bed and positions himself up against the headboard like you, scooches in next to you so your sides are touching. His skin against yours is unlike anything you've felt with him up until this point; he's so warm, a firm and large presence at your side that immediately has you feeling intimidated. Your nerves are already beginning to set alight just by having him so close. You open your mouth to speak but are unable to say anything when he inches even closer, his bare waist pressing firmly against yours.

"Hey, you're okay," he breathes, reaching up to gently thumb your cheek in a calming motion, brow furrowing slightly, "You don't gotta be nervous, sweetheart, it's only me."

"I'm not nervous," you whisper back, and while you're not exactly being honest there's certainly something else you're feeling, "I'm just..." you cross your legs again under the duvet, "I'm getting really wet."

He makes an odd sound in the back of his throat that makes you smile a little, cheeks burning under his gaze. He reaches over and slowly pushes the blankets down from your loose grip, exposing you to him once again. He moves his hand down, fingertips trailing along your bare chest until carefully bringing one of your breasts into his palm and squeezing gently.

"You don't gotta hide these from me, darlin'," he murmurs, thumb dragging across your nipple, sending tingles throughout your body, "They're too pretty to stay outta sight."

You shiver when he carefully tweaks your nipple between his fingers, his gaze firmly set on his movements. You watch together as he plays with it, toys with it, rolls it between thumb and forefinger. The warm and tight feeling sends an odd tingling sensation from your breast to your pussy, like they're connected somehow.

"I'm gonna put this in my mouth," he says softly, "Suck on it a little bit, that okay?"

You can't help but feel a bit unsure, biting your lip, "Is that... does it feel good to do that?"

He nods up at you, thumbing your nipple again slowly, "Feels really good, I promise. You got a lot of nerves here, just like your pussy. Really sensitive."

Your eyes are hazy as you nod to him slowly, "Th-that sounds nice."

At your words he leans his head down and brings your nipple into his mouth, dropping his fingers and replacing his thumb with the warm suction of his lips. You gasp out in surprise, hand coming up to immediately cup the back of his head.

You've never felt anything like this; the suction of his mouth is so new and strange, that tingling sensation returning as you cross your legs tighter and whimper aloud as he sucks your nipple. His tongue is wet and warm, tracing the shape of you in little circles, while his free hand comes up to squeeze your other breast, tweak it with his fingers. Your breath begins to come out raggedly, brow furrowing and legs tightening together as he suckles.

"Oh my god," you hear yourself whimper, hand tightening in his hair, "Why does that feel so good?"

He pulls off your nipple with a quiet laugh, peering up at you, "Yeah, you like the way that feels, babygirl?"

You nod quickly, swallowing and trying to get your breath back, "Yes," you whisper, "A lot."

He smiles at that, "Then how 'bout you lay back for me?"

It's an offer that's impossible to refuse. You quickly pull yourself down from the headboard and slip beneath the covers, head coming to rest on one of his pillows. He slips under as well, then very slowly positions himself on top of you, a leg on either side of your trembling form. You look up at him with wide eyes, unsure whether you're more nervous or excited.

"You're okay," he reassures you again, inching downward a bit and pressing a few gentle kisses to your neck, "Gotta be on top to do this right, so it feels good."

You nod slowly, "I c-can feel..."

"What?" he whispers, "What do you feel?"

Your arms are loose at your sides and Joel's are pinned above you, but there's an unmistakable feeling of something prodding into your thigh, large and thick.

"Your cock," you manage to whisper, voice trembling, "I think."

"That's right," he murmurs, "It's 'cause I'm gettin' hard from suckin' you like that, touchin' you," he trails his fingers down your sides gently, making you shiver, "You like feelin' it there?"

You feel yourself slowly nodding, eyes going even more hazy and hooded, "I wanna touch it."

"I know you do," he whispers, "I want you to touch it too, sweetheart. But I'm gonna play with you a little longer," he leans his face down and licks a small stripe against your other nipple, making your hips buck, "Then I'll teach you how to touch it, that alright?"

"Yes," you breathe, "Please."

"You like when I play with you, don't you?" he murmurs against your breast, then captures your other nipple in his mouth and starts to suck.

"Y-yes," you repeat, hand coming up again to tangle in his hair, already overwhelmed by the sensation, "I missed it."

He hums, sending another cascade of tingles throughout your body. To think that less than half an hour ago you were laying in bed wondering if he still wanted you; now you're naked and he's on top of you with his mouth on your breast. How is this your life?

"What did'ya miss?" he pulls off for barely a few seconds, scruff scratching perfectly against your sensitive skin, "Tell me, babygirl, wanna know what you've been thinkin' about."

You whimper when he goes back to suckling, your fingers threading through his greying curls. It's hard to get your thoughts straight when he's making you feel like this, every tight suck and wet lick going directly to your aching core.

"J-just missed you touching me," you breathe, voice rough and wanton with pleasure, "Missed your hands on me, your fingers..."

At your words he carefully brings one of his hands downward, caressing your body gently as he goes. Your breath hitches when he swipes his middle and index finger down your wet seam, urging you to open up for him. You uncross your trembling legs, looking down to watch as he continues to suck on your breast while his fingers dip down to your wetness.

"Inside," you whisper, finishing your thought but almost giving him a command at the same time; he doesn't hesitate, immediately pushing both fingers past your entrance and slipping them inside your throbbing hole, "Fuck," you whimper, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, "Like that."

You can feel the head of his cock through his pajama pants, pulsing against your thigh, leaving a sticky spot in the fabric. The fact that he's getting hard just by doing this to you, getting wet in his own way, it just turns you on even more.

He pulls off your breast with a wet pop and tilts his head up to look at you, pressing little kisses around your nipple and then pulling himself up a bit to hover over you. You feel his clothed cock prod your lower belly and you shiver again.

"Wanted to be full again, huh?" he murmurs, eyes dark, "Missed havin' these big fingers inside you?"

You nod and tug at his curls, urging him to lean his face down toward you. He takes the hint immediately, smirking a bit before reaching down to press his lips to yours and kiss you hungrily. You sigh into his mouth, contentment and arousal flooding through you as he slowly pushes his fingers in and out of you. Your hand moves from his hair to cup his jaw, loving the feeling of his beard beneath your fingers.

"Wanna know what I missed?" he asks against your lips, voice deep and breathy, "Missed this tiny little hole, so tight, all for me," at his words he curls the tips of his fingers inside of you, making you emit a loud whimper that makes him grin, "That's right, takin' my fingers so well, angel. Bet you could take three now," you feel another one of his fingers prod you alongside his others, "You want that, babygirl? Want three of those big fingers?"

You swallow nervously but slowly nod, tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, "Yes, Mr. Miller," you whimper, "Wanna be full."

"Good girl," he murmurs, brushing his nose lightly against yours, "You're such a good girl, aren't you?"

You hear the sounds you're making but you're not quite sure where they're coming from or how you're making them; you sound pathetic and breathless as he fucks you with his fingers, teases the third at your hole and leans down to kiss you again. His tongue slips past your lips and you feel the vibration of your own moans in his mouth when his thumb gently teases your clit.

"There you go, angel," he mutters against your lips as his third finger breaches your entrance, slowly pushes past the other two, "Thaaat's it, babygirl."

You tremble underneath him, feeling your body tense up at the new intrusion. You've had three of your own fingers inside yourself, but not three of his, long and thick and so much bigger than your own. You hear your whimpers turn into cries as his fingers fill you up, your own hands coming up to grip his back, nails digging into the skin.

"Shhh," he soothes, trailing more kisses along your face in an attempt to relax you, "You're okay, sweetheart, you're okay." And you are okay, being underneath him like this, being entirely at his mercy as he pushes your limits, helps you discover something new. It burns a bit, stretches and pulls and stings, but he talks you through it, whispers reassuring words in your ear, and you know you're safe.

He stills once all three fingers are deep inside, then pulls himself up a bit to look at you, pushing a stray hair behind your ear and peering down with a soft expression despite the depraved circumstances.

"How's that feel?" he whispers, voice gentle and soothing, "Tell me."

You're still making whimpering noises, shaky and quiet, but you're able to reply with the only word you can bring to the front of your mind: "Full."

He smiles down at you, brushes his nose against yours, "You did so good, angel," he murmurs, eyes not leaving yours, "I'm prouda you."

He knows what he's doing with that phrase; immediately you feel yourself loosen beneath him, hands going slightly limp against his back. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and slowly begins to move his fingers again, pumping them in and out at an even pace.

It's amazing. It's so different than just two fingers, so much bigger and fuller - you've never felt anything like it; something so dirty but somehow passionate and warm. He kisses you as he fucks you with them, hovering over you with his hot skin emanating onto yours, wisps of hair from his chest and stomach tickling you everywhere. He thumbs your clit again and you moan loudly against his lips, your orgasm swelling in your belly as your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

"You gonna come, angel?" he asks you softly, sweetly, pulling back a bit to stare deeply into your wide eyes, "Yeah, you're gonna come on those big fingers, huh? Can feel your pussy gettin' all tight around me, she wants it so bad doesn't she?"

You moan even louder as you frantically nod, "Yes, gonna come, gonna come," you cry out, overwhelmed by the thickness of his fingers and the way he's looking at you, the way he's talking to you; everything is just him.

"That's right, give it to me, sweet girl," he urges you, plunging into you faster and faster as his thumb rotates mercilessly against your clit, "Make a mess for me, soak those fingers, there you go."

You keen, high and borderline ridiculous as you stiffen beneath him and begin to shake, pitiful sounds escaping your mouth as you come. He fucks you through it, watching your face every step of the way and not stopping his movements until you've come down completely. You lay beneath him, chest heaving and eyes closing involuntarily as he strokes your thigh tenderly, reassuringly. He keeps his fingers lodged deep inside of you, not moving but simply keeping you full as you come down from your orgasm; you find yourself hoping he doesn't pull them out just yet.

"Can I show you somethin'?" he asks softly, and you open your eyes to find him still peering down at your face. You can't speak, can only nod as you bite down on your lip and try to catch your breath, your entire brain focused solely on the way his fingers feel inside you. As if he can read your mind, he's suddenly pulling them out and bringing them up to hover between the two of you.

Your brow furrows in confusion, suddenly feeling beyond empty as you pout up at him. He just chuckles to himself, still holding his three fingers - wet and glistening - in front of you while his other hand reaches down to the waistband of his pajama pants. Your eyes go wide, lips parting a bit as you look from his face to where his hand is and back again.

Without words from either of you, he slowly reaches inside and pulls out his cock, thick and dripping. You make a weird sound in the back of your throat, sitting up slightly as you peer at it with wonder. He's showed it to you before, it's nothing new, and yet...

"That's about the same width, wouldn't you say?" he asks you quietly, bringing his dripping fingers down to his hard cock and aligning them side by side; he's right - the thickness of all three of his fingers is relatively similar to the thickness of his cock. There's certainly different aspects - the length being the main difference - but the overall width is pretty spot on.

"Y-yeah," you say softly, eyes glued to it, "Pretty close."

You watch as he carefully drags his fingers along the thick length of his cock, still soaked with your release. He spreads your juices along it with his thumb and fingers, fists it gently and very slowly fucks his fist once. Your eyes are hooded and dark, saliva beginning to pool inside your mouth for reasons you can't even begin to understand.

"You just took three fingers," he continues, thumb tracing the base of his wide tip, "So wouldn't you say that answers a question you've been worryin' your pretty little head about?"

Your eyebrows scrunch together, trying to figure out what he means. It's hard to focus on absolutely anything else when his dick is right there in front of you, practically begging to be touched, the fat head pulsing and drooling under your gaze.

"Oh, this is gonna be a problem, isn't it?" he says, amused as he continues to slowly stroke himself, "Can't even think when there's a cock in front of you, huh?"

The words snap you back to reality, but only slightly. You smile sheepishly as you will yourself to look up at his face and away from his dick, "Wh-what question, Mr. Miller?"

He chuckles, "You were afraid it wouldn't fit inside you, babygirl," he reminds you gently, "But it will, we just proved that."

Your brain slowly makes sense of what he's saying and you can't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you; he's right. It had burned a bit, been uncomfortable for a moment or two, but ultimately you'd been able to take all three and enjoy it. You feel a smile spread across your face, and you notice his eyes soften slightly as he looks at you.

"You're right," you say breathlessly, smile still wide, "I did it, didn't I?"

His expression softens even more and he smiles back at you, laughing quietly to himself. He opens his mouth to say something but then seems to think better of it, pulling one of his legs back and moving to sit beside you on the bed instead of over you. Your brow furrows a bit in confusion.

"What is it?"

He just shakes his head, still smiling softly to himself, "Nothin', you're just... you're adorable."

Your cheeks warm at that, unable to help feeling a little self conscious. Now that you've come down from your orgasm you're suddenly hyperaware of your nakedness, of the fact that he can see every inch of your body. You draw the covers up around yourself quickly, hoping he won't mind.

"Such a shy little thing," he murmurs softly, but makes no move to pull the blankets down again like he had before, just watches you with a smile as your gaze slowly falls back to where he's hard and aching.

"Can I...?" you can't bring yourself to say the words, feeling flustered and nervous at the very thought. He just nods and reaches over to touch your hand, strokes your trembling fingers in his grip.

You watch as he carefully maneuvers your hand toward his crotch and slowly places your hand on his cock. Your fingers curl around his girth almost instinctively, imitating what you've seen him do before. Your lips part, breath hitching as your skin touches his most intimate area, a place on a man you never thought you'd ever be able to feel, at least not until you were married.

It's soft. Not in terms of arousal but just in texture, a silky and smooth feeling you hadn't been expecting. You stare down at your own hand in slight awe as your thumb gently strokes along his shaft, brow furrowing at how different it is than what you'd imagined. It's surprisingly just a body part, just an extension of Joel that usually remains hidden and secret; it's not as scary or intimidating when you can touch it like this, play with it like he plays with you.

"Wow," you say softly, barely aware of it as your fist ever so slowly moves along his length, pumps him just once in that hypnotic way he'd showed you; he's still covered in your own release, wet and slippery, but somehow you don't feel grossed out by it.

"You're a natural," he replies just as quietly, and your skin heats again when you look up to see his face, see the desire and pleasure in his expression, "Don't think there's much I need to teach you, to be honest. My parts are a lot simpler than yours."

You smile to yourself and pump him slowly again, this time brushing against the wet and throbbing tip. He makes a faint grunting sound that makes your eyebrows go up.

"This part..." you say quietly, thumbing the head ever so slightly and feeling your heart race when it pulses beneath you, "It feels different?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, biting down on his lip for a moment, "That part's sensitive, kinda like your clit."

You nod slowly, pushing your thumb up a bit and slowly rotating it along the sensitive area. He inhales sharply, grunts again when you prod the spongey head with both your thumb and index finger, teasing it like he'd done with your nipple.

"Fuck," he mutters softly, voice heavy and breathless, "That's it, angel, you got it."

His praise is like a warm blanket, shrouding you in safety and comfort as you slowly pump his cock again, teasing the head intermittently and trying not to smile too much every time he makes another one of those breathy grunting sounds. You feel pride swelling in your chest, the knowledge that you're actually making him feel good pushing you to continue on.

"What about these?" you ask softly, stilling your hand on his cock for a moment to gesture toward his balls, round and heavy beneath the base, "Does it....do they feel good when they get touched, too?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, voice dark and full of arousal, "They do."

"Can I touch them?"

The sound that emits from his throat sounds almost like a growl, low and husky, "Yes," he groans, "Go ahead and touch 'em, sweetheart."

The tone of his voice is slightly desperate, bordering on depraved. Your eyes travel back up to his face and his jaw is slack, eyes hooded as he watches you touch him. You've never seen him like this, almost completely wrecked by something you did.

"Gotta be real gentle," he continues, taking a breath through his nostrils and reaching down to pull his pajama pants down a bit more for easier access, "They're sensitive too."

You resume your slow pumping of his cock with one hand while your other reaches down to lightly trail the tips of your fingers along the shape of his balls, round and tender. You cup them gently, teasing them one by one in your palm. He hisses in pleasure, eyes shutting tightly as he leans back a bit against the headboard.

"Feel good?" you whisper, trying your best to fall into the role Joel usually takes on, the role of the person giving the pleasure.

"Yes, baby," he groans, pressing the backs of his hands against his shut eyes, "Yes, feels so good, sweetheart."

Your pumping gets a bit faster, a bit wetter as precum continues to drool from the tip and down his shaft. It's unbelievable that you're really sitting here in a man's bed, a man about thirty years older than you, pumping his cock and making him come apart like this. You can feel yourself throbbing beneath the blankets, getting wet all over again at the reality of the situation, and when your movements cause the blankets to fall from your chest and expose your breasts again, you don't bother trying to cover up.

Joel groans at the sight, reaching over to tweak one of your nipples between his fingers, making you whimper, "You know what happens when a man comes?" he asks you suddenly, brow furrowing in pleasure, "You learn about that in school?"

You nod quickly, feeling sweat trickle down your face as you continue to stroke him up and down, "Yes," you whisper, "I know what happens."

He groans again, swallowing thickly and taking a deep breath as he begins to palm your breasts, "I'm about to come, darlin'. There's gonna be a lot, need to know where to aim it."

You bite down on your lip, trying to keep all your focus on making him feel good and not on the hands now squeezing your breasts, teasing your nipples. "Wh-where do you want it to go?" But you already know the answer.

"Here," he grunts, thumbing your hard nipples, "These. Wanna come all over these pretty tits, sweetheart, will you let me?"

You nod, "Y-yes, Mr. Miller."

It's everything he needs to suddenly pull himself up from the bed and pull your hands off him, gesturing for you to lie back against his pillows. Your heart races in anticipation, eyes going wide and lips parting again as he leans over you and starts to jack his cock, fast and unrelenting. This is what he'd done the other night, when you'd talked on the phone; you'd tried to imagine what he'd looked like, making his own mess... now you're about to find out.

"Stay just like that, babygirl, just like that," he grunts out, pumping himself over and over as he aims the tip toward your bare breasts, swollen from all the attention he's given them tonight. His expression is tense and so is his body, soft stomach suddenly taut with pressure, chest heaving as he works his hand. He looks almost pained, brows scrunched together as he pulls himself over the edge.

"Come," you find yourself saying quietly, a shaky whimper playing at the edge of your voice, "Come for me."

Within seconds of your words your skin is hit with long ropes of a warm, white liquid, splattering across your breasts in uneven patterns. You watch with hooded eyes as Joel slows his strokes, groans louder than he has all night as his release spurts continuously from the head of his cock, painting you all over. His tense expression eases into one of pure bliss as he tosses his head back again, moaning up at the ceiling.

Wow.

Without asking for permission, without even questioning whether it's proper sex etiquette to do so, you find your hand travelling quickly downward to your wet pussy. You frantically begin to rub your clit, still gazing up at Joel's pleasured form, feeling his come slipping down the sides of your breasts onto the sheets below. You throb and pulse beneath your fingers, whining softly to yourself as your body readies itself for your second orgasm.

Joel looks down at you then, cock still in hand, slowly beginning to soften. He sees what you're doing immediately, and the devilish smirk that crosses his face is enough to send you over the edge.

"Fuuuuck," you moan out as you come, trembling in the sheets and curling your toes in pleasure, "Mmmm," you squirm and writhe beneath his gaze until it's over, then lay still and loose on the bed with barely any thoughts floating through your mind.

The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, both of you coming down from your orgasms and trying to collect yourselves. You can't help but look down at your chest, see the thick patches of come splattered all over your breasts, your nipples. How all of that could come from one person is wild to you; this certainly hadn't been taught in any of your health classes.

The memory of being so naïve, so innocent... it makes you grin. Because you couldn't be further from that person anymore, the one who did everything that was asked of her, never listened to her own heart, stayed on the sidelines and focused on math and extracurriculars and God while other people had these experiences. And now here you are - actually having them.

"I guess I'm not a good little Christian girl anymore," you find yourself saying with a shaky giggle; you suddenly feel reinvigorated, sexually liberated... free.

Joel laughs at that, breathless and genuine. He grins down at you, releases his cock and shuffles downward to lay beside you, "You're my good little Christian girl," he says softly, bringing a hand up to cradle your face, "You did so good."

"Did I?" you ask sincerely, "Be honest, I wanna know."

He just smiles and thumbs your cheek, eyes going crinkly, "You were perfect, babygirl, I swear." He leans forward and kisses you gently, sweetly, like you both didn't just do something completely filthy and depraved - but you're starting to realize that maybe it's normal to do things like this, not as taboo and sinful as you'd always thought.

When you part, you're suddenly painfully aware of the state of the bed, not to mention both of your bodies. You're both covered in a sheen of sweat, you've got come dripping down your skin, and both fluids are already beginning to stain the bedsheets. You make a face.

"Can we...can we change the sheets? And can I maybe take a shower?"

Joel chuckles at that, stroking your cheek one last time before pulling back to extricate himself from the bed, "I'll change 'em, sweetheart. You go get in the shower, it's right across the hall."

You slip out of bed on shaky legs, losing your balance a bit and having to grab on to Joel's bed side table for support. You both laugh, and you find comfort in the casual intimacy of it all - both of you standing there naked without any shame or embarrassment. It's strange and new but so refreshing, that familiar safe feeling warming your skin as you make your way to the bathroom. You pick up your discarded nightdress as you go.

You stare at yourself in Joel's bathroom mirror for a bit longer than necessary, eyes wide as they trail up and down your bare form. Splotches cover different parts of your skin, especially your breasts, nipples swollen and dark, not to mention covered in come. You feel an ache between your legs again at the sight and almost roll your eyes at yourself - when will you stop being this insatiable?

Unable to push down the urge to do so, you carefully drag one of your fingers through the layer of white splattered across your chest, fascinated by its sticky texture. He'd marked you, in more ways than one.

The shower is pleasant and relatively quick; you want to get back in Joel's arms as soon as possible. You try not to think too much about the implication of that desire, the safety you feel when you're with him versus the anxiety you feel when you're not and what exactly that means. You try to remind yourself of your roommates and their experiences, their ability to sleep around without catching feelings or getting attached. How do they do it? How do they do it when being close to another person like this is so intimate and special?

You change back into the nightdress after your shower and slip back into Joel's room, finding him laying in the freshly made bed beneath a new duvet. For a moment you think he might be sleeping, quietly shutting the door behind you and tiptoeing over to the bed. However when you get close enough he opens his eyes and looks at you, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there," he murmurs, reaching down to pull back the blankets on the other side - your side, "Get on in."

Your heart pounds harder than it probably should.

Climbing into bed beside Joel feels surprisingly normal, easy. You wriggle underneath the duvet and cuddle in beside him, immediately wrapping an arm around his solid form and nuzzling your head against his shoulder. He's wearing his pajama pants again but his torso is still bare, the hair on his chest tickling your skin. You feel him press a soft kiss to your hairline and you can't help but smile.

"I'm glad I came over," you whisper with a content sigh, "I was... I was starting to worry you didn't want me."

"Really?" he asks softly, brow furrowing, "Why's that?"

You shake your head and nuzzle in deeper, "Just me being self conscious and insecure, as usual."

His hand comes up to rub your back soothingly, circling it with his palm through your thin nightdress. He pulls you in a bit closer, kisses your forehead again with a bit more firmness.

"It's normal to feel that way," he murmurs against your skin, "But I do want you, babygirl. You're all I think about lately, I mean that." You shiver at his words, closing your eyes and willing yourself to believe that he really does mean them like he says. "Most beautiful little thing I've had in my bed for a long time."

You press a gentle kiss to his collarbone in response, nose trailing along the skin. He didn't shower but you're sort of glad he didn't; he still smells like sex, a deep masculine musk that you can only attribute to him now, a scent that makes you feel safe.

"I just feel bad...making us sneak around and all that," you admit, "I know it's childish and silly, but I'm so scared of disappointing my parents. I shouldn't be but I am."

"You're young," he says softly, tenderly, "That kinda stuff still matters, especially when you're livin' with them. I get it, honey. You don't have to defend yourself."

You grimace against his skin, "I just wish this could be more normal. That you could just be a guy I'm seeing instead of my guitar teacher," you shake your head, "It's not fair."

He pulls you in even closer with a soft chuckle, "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm lookin' forward to teachin' you how to play."

You make a face, "Hymns," you say with a roll of your eyes, "You're teaching me how to play hymns. I don't see anything exciting or sexy about that."

"We'll make it sexy," he murmurs, inching his face downward so it's more level with yours, eyes casting down to your lips, "Thought you were my good little Christian girl."

All thoughts suddenly seem arbitrary when he's looking at you like that, your gaze immediately going hazy as he leans in and kisses you deep, pushes his tongue inside your mouth softly and tastes you. You hum against his mouth as a response, thighs tightening together as if on instinct the second you feel yourself begin to throb again.

"Are you?" he asks huskily when he pulls away, eyes dark but tired, "Are you my good little Christian girl, baby?"

You nod, swallowing down your arousal, "Yes, Mr. Miller."

"You gonna let me touch you while I teach you guitar?"

You nod again, biting back a whimper, "Yes, Mr. Miller."

His eyes dart back down to your lips, hand on your back traveling downward to cup your bare ass beneath the nightdress, "You gonna let me fuck that soft little pussy while you play one of your hymns?"

"Yes, Mr. Miller," you repeat, leaning forward to bury your face in his warm skin and inhale him again, moan softly against the hair on his chest, "Yes."

He squeezes your ass for a moment and then brings his hand back up, pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you tightly, "See, babygirl?" he whispers, "Told you we'll make it sexy."

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Joel's alarm wakes you around six, rousing you from one of the best sleeps of your life. You open your eyes groggily, feeling him lean over you in bed to turn it off, warm chest brushing your arm. You roll over in bed and cuddle into him again, humming sleepily to yourself when he pulls you in close.

"I gotta get ready for work," he murmurs gently into your hair, "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you when it's time to go."

You frown sleepily but don't have the energy to protest, eyes closing again as you melt back into his pillow. You feel him release you from his embrace and press a kiss to your forehead, a simple reminder that this isn't some dream you're having, it's somehow reality. You smile and fall asleep again within seconds.

--

He wakes you up again after about half an hour, seats himself on the edge of his bed and strokes your hair. You peer up at him with a sleepy and satisfied expression, unable to stop the words that fall immediately from your lips:

"Kiss me."

He doesn't need convincing, still thumbing your hair behind your ear as he leans down and kisses you softly, bumps your nose against his and lets your tongue lazily explore his mouth, tasting mouthwash. You sigh contentedly, pulling back to smile at him while he strokes your cheek.

"Sleep good?" he asks you softly.

You nod, remembering the closeness the two of you had shared all night, the soft hugs and tender cuddles, the quiet intimacy you've never experienced with anyone else. "Amazing," you whisper.

He kisses you again before you get out of bed, then takes your hand as he leads you downstairs. You grab your jacket on the way out of his bedroom, still hanging on the back of his door. You look down at yourself as you both reach the top of the stairs, realizing there's no way you'll be able to walk home in an outfit like this without certainly being accosted by a nosy neighbor.

You push down your worry when you reach the kitchen, unable to stop the grin from spreading across your face when you see that the kitchen table is set with breakfast; scrambled eggs and bacon.

"You made me breakfast?" you ask in awe, looking from the food to Joel and back again.

He laughs, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup, "I did," he says with a smile, "And as much as I'd love for us to just sit and enjoy it," he looks down at his watch with a grimace as he takes a sip of coffee, "we have about ten minutes before I gotta drive you home and then get to work."

You sit down at the table, picking up your fork and immediately digging into the eggs, "You're gonna drive me home?"

He seats himself across from you, watching you enjoy what he'd cooked with a fond smile, "Can't have you walkin' home in that tiny little thing, can I?" he says teasingly, "Your parents would wring my neck."

You groan, "Oh god, please don't even joke about that. If they knew..."

He just chuckles and starts to eat, looking up every now and then to give you one of those crinkly-eyed crooked smiles that makes you weak. You smile through mouthfuls of food and feel your skin alight every time you feel his gaze on you.

"I don't usually eat this fast, I promise," you say through a mouthful of bacon, covering your mouth, "It's only 'cause we're on a time crunch."

He shakes his head, still smiling, "You're so damn cute."

You try your hardest not to reach across the table and pull him toward you for a kiss.

--

The drive from his house to yours is extremely short, no less than two minutes. Still, you enjoy the short time you spend in his truck, his big hand spread out on your bare thigh while he hums along to a tune on the radio and gives you soft little sideways glances that makes your heart flutter. You can't help but feel like someone else when you're with him, someone more carefree and outgoing, happier and more experienced. It's only when you slowly near your house that you realize maybe this person is who you really are.

"Stop here," you tell Joel with a grimace, still a few houses away, "My parents are still home."

"How're you gonna get in?" he asks with an edge of concern to his voice, eyeing your house, "Think you can climb the fence?"

You bite your lip, "Probably. I've never done it before but I don't have much choice," you lean your head against the backrest in irritation, "God, why did I choose now to rebel? I coulda learned how to do all this shit when I was a kid if I hadn't been so obsessed with being perfect."

He gives you a sympathetic look, thumb stroking your thigh reassuringly, "I'll stay right here 'til you're inside."

You yearn to lean over the small space between you and kiss him, but you know there's always a risk of a neighbor coming out of their house and seeing you. Instead, you place your hand atop the one on your thigh and squeeze his fingers gently, giving him a small smile.

"I had a really nice night," you say quietly, unsure how exactly this kind of thing is done, "And morning."

"So did I, sweetheart," he replies, voice tender, "We'll do it again, promise."

With one final squeeze of his hand you slip out of his truck, tying your jacket around your waist to cover up your legs a bit. It leaves your upper half more exposed than you'd like, your eyes going wide when you realize how much cleavage this nightdress really shows.

"Here," Joel says, understanding your reaction immediately, "Wear this on top." Without giving you any time to protest he's unbuckling himself to undo his plaid button down, shirking it off his shoulders and handing it to you. It leaves him in a t-shirt and jeans, your eyes trailing to his strong arms without meaning to, the arms that had held you close all night.

"Thank you," you murmur, brow furrowing a bit, "You're sure?"

He smiles crookedly and buckles up again, "I'm sure, angel. You keep that."

Your heart flutters as you wrap his shirt around you, slipping your arms into the much too long sleeves and inhaling the scent of him - your new favorite smell - surrounding you. You're never getting rid of this. Ever.

With a wave you hurry down the sidewalk, feeling slightly ridiculous in your layered and baggy outfit but relieved that you're covered up. You eye the tall white fence of your backyard, trying to formulate a plan in your head as you go. Hop the fence, get a ladder from the tool shed and climb up to your bedroom? But did you even leave your window open? You can't help but feel rage in your chest for your parents rules, the curfew, all the nonsense you've been living with for your entire life. Why the fuck don't you have a fucking key to your own fucking house?

You can feel Joel's eyes on you when you reach the fence, still sitting in his truck a few houses down.

Please, God, you think to yourself as you slip one of your sneakers in between the fence posts and yank yourself up, I know I've sinned. I know I'm a mess. And I'm not even sure I really believe in you anymore. But please, if you're there, don't let me make a fool of myself in front of Joel Miller.

Surprisingly, your prayer seems to work. Climbing up the fence is relatively easy; you keep an eye out for your neighbors as you quickly pull yourself over and flop down on the other side, extremely grateful that neither your jacket nor Joel's shirt gets caught on anything. You hurry to the tool shed, eyeing your bedroom window as you go and feeling beyond relieved when you see that it's wide open; God bless Texan summers.

You decide to wait inside the tool shed until your parents are gone, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself with the ladder. You close the door behind you and sink to the concrete floor, heart pounding in your chest as the reality of what you've just done overwhelms you.

You snuck out to see a man. You slept in his bed. He drove you home so you could sneak back in.

Quiet laughter fills the tool shed, all coming from your own mouth. You grin to yourself and shake your head in the darkness, leaning back against the door and closing your eyes. Who are you? Who is this new person you've become? You don't know, but you love her.

You find yourself pulling your phone out of your jacket pocket and typing out a new message, but this time it's not to Joel - it's to your friends from college:

i think i'm officially a bad girl.

[pandorasfavorite]

Hi can you do where the reader is teasing Dom all night at raw and then Dom towards the middle gets really needy and horny and the reader tells him he has to wait but the reader keeps teasing him while they are out at dinner after raw in front of the judgement day and when they get back to the hotel it’s just reallyyyyyy smuttyyyyy from there

Weeks of Weakness

Word Count: 3364 (doesn’t even seem like much…)

AN: I did not proof read this so if you see any mistakes be a sweetheart and private message me. LOVE YALL and enjoy if it's good. I think the main change is there’s no hotel, oops sorry.

Trouble 💗

Do you need anything while I’m out baby?

No. I’m waiting for you.

I’ll be there in just a minute.

I can’t wait to see you.

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You are beyond excited to see Dominik, you’ve been dating him for two months and you mainly see him at work. And more and more you miss him every day that you are apart from him. You both have liked each other long before 2 months though. And truthfully you’ve only been to each other house a few times, the time you’ve spent with him wasn’t enough for you. The one thing you have been waiting forever to do though is spend time with Dominik in another way…

Dominik is polite, sweet, and above all a gentleman, he has never pressured you to take the steamy make-out sessions on his couch any further. But you knew how bad you wanted him to take you right there. After many weeks of hope, you’ve decided to take a different approach.

Dominik knocks on the dressing room door before just walking in, he has a bag of drinks in his hand and a cute confused face. “Where is everyone?”, he asks you with a hint of confusion. He sets down the drinks on the table before walking over to you, not before letting eyes rake over your body. You are wearing a tight outfit that hugs all your curves and insinuates your features. The one thing you knew Dominik would like most though is the new necklace you have dangling around your neck.

He stops in front of you and instantly his eyes brighten in recognition, the necklace has his initials and it’s lying down the valley of your chest. His face splits into a grin and he grabs you by the waist, thrusting your body against the front of his. “I like that a lot. When did you get it mami?”, his eyes are flickering down to the necklace to your eyes.

“Not too long ago. You like it?”, you ask him even though he already told you he did once. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and for a second you see his eyes look further past the necklace. You let your hands slide over the hard muscles of his arms, one of the only parts of his body not covered by the black leather. You squeeze his arms waiting for an answer, your tongue prodding at the side of your cheek suggestively. “You teasing me mami?”, his voice became deeper and his face turned playful.

You raise up and peck his lips quickly, pulling away before he can kiss back. “Not yet”, you answer checking the time and grabbing Dominik’s wrist to usher him away.

Best believe today was going to be a challenge for Dominik.

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You are always there for Dominik's matches, much before you both started to date. But today you told him that it wasn't possible for you, that you had too much to do. And Dominik couldn't help but be upset, he skidded to a stop when you told him and his face immediately fell into a sad expression. "Are you serious?", he asks tugging you closer to him like your leaving forever. His hand is around your wrist, yet you bring your hands to lay flat on his chest; he still refuses to let go of you.

"You'll do great. I will be waiting for you at home, okay?", you flutter your eyelashes at him to make this easier on him. "Home?!", he all but shouts, the poor thing is so confused you can't help but giggle at his distress. You plant a kiss on his slightly pouting lips before removing yourself from him. He whips his head around to watch you leave before he yells after you, "Yours or mine?". You don't dare look back knowing Dominik could chase after you for another departing kiss, "Mine!", you holler back. Dominik is mad and his face is screwed up in anger, of course, he's not mad at you, he's mad at the circumstances and how confused you left him. But there was no way in hell he was going to lose.

So while Dominik was about to go on, you were rushing home to change. You change into lingerie, a dark purple and black set just for Dominik. Your panties are thin and they barely cover you but that is exactly what you wanted, the same goes for the top yet it is sheer. Dark purple but still light though to see the curves of your breasts. So you prop up your phone and snap photos of yourself, scrolling through them and deleting the less pleasing ones. Minutes pass and more photos of yourself are being taken, the moment Dominik sends you a message that he is on the way you set the plan into motion.

Trouble 🩷

On my way.

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Fuck. Your sexy mami.

--------------------------------------------------------------This was just the start. In a flash, you hop up off the bed and you throw on some casual clothes, rushing into the living room to unlock the door and to fall onto the couch. In the time you spent 'watching TV' you thought of all the ways Dominik would come into the house. Would he throw the door open and sit on the couch beside you? Maybe even pull you into his lap? Or would he be shy? Maybe he would see you in different clothes and think you changed your mind and he would just ignore what happened before. But you didn't have much time to think any longer, Dominik walked through the door. His hair was partially wet and his cheeks were light pink like he was flustered. You stood up instantly from the couch at the sound of him entering and thank god you did, he looked good.

He changed out of his gear and now he's in a simple tee shirt and gray sweatpants, the bulge of his hard cock making a prominent print for you to see. Despite the flush in his cheeks, he looks confident and feverish as if he was going to grab you the moment he got close. You swallow and try to collect yourself, you switch the TV off and you walk around the couch, slipping into the kitchen while talking to Dominik. The door clicked shut and you smiled a bit to yourself, hoping to rile him up as much as possible. "You hungry babe?", you call out to him, hearing his steps follow you into the kitchen.

You've opened the fridge but you bent over by the waist, just waiting for Dominik to answer you. You gasp when his hands grip your waist from behind. You stand up completely, turning around to face him, not thinking clearly enough to close the fridge. Dominik reaches behind you and closes the fridge door only to push your back against it, one leg slotted between yours helping you move backward. Your breathing is labored and Dominik's muscles are tensing from beneath his shirt. "Yeah, I think I'm hungry", the pad of my thumb presses against the bottom of your lip, just barely drawing a soft gasp from you.

Dominik swallows down his own groan of pleasure just by the small trickle of your moans. Then there was a blaring ring from your phone, your eyes glanced to the phone on the counter to Dominik who was staring right back at you. You both let it ring, succumbing to the feeling of being so close to each other. But you can't ignore the annoying rings a second time. Dominik steps back a bit to let you reach around to grab the phone, but the moment you do he steps back. Not wanting to be far from you.

"Hello?", you try to stop the pants in your voice. "Hey! We all tried to call Dom but he didn't answer. Can you remind him that you both are expected at dinner?", you completely forgot. "Uhh yeah, be there in 30 minutes", you hang up the phone and place it back on the counter. You look up at Dominik who looks frustrated from the call, he was close enough to hear and he's smart enough to know this wasn't a dinner he could miss.

"I have to run home and change. Pick you up in 15?", he asks while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You simply nod up at him, rising to kiss his lips deeply. Dominik's hand nestled into your hair, pushing your head further towards him, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth. You both pull back and stand there for another moment, probably considering the best ways to get out of this dinner. Alas, there was no way, Dominik left to get changed and you did the same. You slipped into a short black dress, classy enough for a group dinner such as this one.

Your heels click against the driveway when you slip into the passenger seat of his car. Dominik eyes trailed down every inch of your body he could manage in a few seconds. You watch the way he shifts his hips in discomfort and his grip on the wheel only tightens.

You see the scowl on his face, from being cock blocked your sure but you can’t help but tease. “What’s wrong baby?”, you ask while letting your hand slide up and down his thigh. His face screws up at the feeling of your hand getting closer to cock, your touch only making the throbbing worse. “Fuck” he starts to shift again, “Stop touching it” he grabs your hand in his.

You smile turning your head to look away from him to feign innocence. Once he lets go of your hand you simply squeeze his thigh, turning to give him a cute smile that he can’t deny. He smiles back at you quickly before turning his attention back to the road, finally letting himself just barely relax. He parks the car and hops out quickly to open the door for you.

You walk in front of him for a moment the sway of your hips making Dominik curse from being denied. He catches up to you, standing by your side with one of his hands slipping down to grab your ass. You gasp pretending to be surprised, “Well you’re no gentleman”. He moves his arm to drape across your waist instead, only moving it to open the door for you again.

You both sit at the dinner table, surrounded by the rest of The Judgement Day. Dominik is to the right of you, occasionally joining the conversation but mainly opting to watch you sip on your wine. Food comes out but Dominik can barely touch his food, his thoughts of you distracting him from the meal. You notice that he hasn’t touched his food and you can’t help but bump your knee with his in order to get his attention. “Are you going to eat?” You whisper whilst pointing at his food. His hand moves to grab your thigh like you did to him in the car, he leans down a bit to whisper in your ear. “I’d rather taste you”, he says casually before sitting back up and taking a drink out of his glass.

You feel your cheeks getting redder and in that moment you knew you couldn’t let him beat you at your own game. You push his hand off your leg, instead opting to put your hand on the metal of his belt. Dominik sputters into his drink, and everyone at the table looks at him in concern, while some just laugh. Dominik waves everyone off trying to look normal.

Then your hand slid further down, cupping the print of his dick, letting your hand run down his pant leg from where his cock is hard and had to be positioned down his leg. Your thumb brushes over the tip and Dominik shutters out a restrained groan. “Please let’s go” he can barely take it anymore. You don’t stop rubbing him only whispering back to him for a moment, “You need to wait”. His eyes are squeezed shut and one of his hands is covering his mouth. “You okay lad?”, Finn asks from the seat in front of Dominik. Dominik just nods forgetting to speak, you let up allowing him to get out of the haze.

Dominik clears his throat, “Actually can we be excused? I’m not feeling great”, he says before standing up and taking you with him. Dominik opens the door for you and lets it slam behind him, you think he’s genuinely mad. But the second he gets in the driver's side his hand clasps around your throat, pulling you to his lips where his tongue slips inside your mouth. Mouths sliding against each other and when he pulls back your lips are slightly swollen from the pressure.

He pulls out of the parking lot the drive back is quiet until you get home. The tension was unbearable, you’ve been wanting this for weeks, and now that the moment is so close you can’t help but overthink. You step inside your house and you wait for the door to click shut before you turn around and tell Dominik that he doesn’t have to do this. "I don't want to pressure you-", you've turned halfway before you are pushed back by the shoulder, and now your back is now pressed comfortably against the wall by the door. Dominik's look stops your rambling before it has even begun, he looks so sure and tense with the need to touch all over you. He wets his lips, craning his head close to yours, his body practically hunched in order to manage your height.

"Is there something you want to ask me?" he looks you up and down again not even trying to suppress his smirk, "something you need?". This was the last thing you were expecting, you had hopes he would just take you right then and there instead of making you say it for him. "We've never...well we uh...I want you to, you know..", Dominik could've listened to your confusing rambles for hours if it wasn't for the near-painful hard-on he had. His hands found the side of your face, pulling you to him and taking your lips against his. The kiss was feverish and hot, only pulled back for a split second just to come back to his soft lips. You feel the passion between the touch, his tongue slotting into your mouth, and when he pulls back that graze of his teeth that has always driven you mad.

You break first, letting your hands fumble with the belt of your pants, instantly working to tug them down. Dominik has no problem with helping you, he moves to kiss down your neck while both yours and his hands work to take off his clothes. Dominik's kisses work down the expanse of your neck and to your chest that became exposed the second bottom could peel it off of you. You both are only left in underwear which only shows the need of the moment. In an instant Dominik hoists you up off the ground, forcing your legs to wrap around your waist so he could walk you to the bedroom.

You both sink into the bed, Dominik on top of you holding himself up just enough to lavish your body with kisses. Urged on by the tug of his hair. He pushes your thighs apart, stopping at the thin cotton of your panties, he looks up at you sexily disheveled, "Do you want this?", he rasps out. He can't stop his eyes from glancing down at the damp spot in your purple cotton lace panties. You nod; only to gasp out an answer, "I've been waiting for weeks", you confess shuffling your body further down the bed towards him.

"Let's make this quick then, hmm?", his tongue laid flat against the fabric of your panties, the fabric sticking to his tongue and you can feel the brush against your aching clit. He sucks on the damp spot, just barely tasting your arousal but still groaning at the sweet taste. He slides them down your legs, tossing them away and he brings your legs over his shoulders. His chest is pressed to the bed and his mouth is centimeters away from your pussy, his eyes are wide and wild like he can't decide what to do first. You clench your thighs around him, tugging on his hair to make him look up at you. "Please don't make me wait any longer", you all but pant and plead with him.

He bites his bottom lip for a second, finally deciding what he would do, and the moment his mouth attaches to your clit you choke out a moan. His tongue slides through the folds of your pussy, all the juices getting lapped up on his tongue. It was so messy coating his chin and the bottom half of his face just the way he wanted it to. The firm pressure of his soft lips on you brought you so many different types of pleasure making your mouth fall open with high moans that only Dominik had the pleasure of hearing. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better Dominik slips a finger inside of you, making you loosen up and accept all the feeling he was giving you. It was so easy Dominik couldn't help slipping another one of his fingers inside of you, groaning at the way you suck him in and soak his fingers.

"Fuck mami, you're dripping onto the bed", he says in surprise and lusting his cock so unbelievably hard he couldn't stop his hips from rutting against the bed. You squeeze around his fingers making him laugh at the effect he has on you. He pulls his fingers out, sitting up on his knees and pulling his boxers off completely, his cock bobbing. He licked the slick off his fingers, moaning at the taste again; it was the best thing he'd ever had in his life. You toss your head back at the sight, your legs already shaking from having to wait, your body is getting restless. "Dom please baby", you reach for his arm, squeezing the firm muscle.

He wastes no time now, lining up and quickly sinking into you. Both of you bottom out with a string of a long moan. It feels so good Dominik couldn't stay still inside of you for long, his cock thrusts in and out of you smoothly, brushing against the walls of your pussy so perfectly. "Fuuuck angel, such a perfect pussy", his head falls forward and his hair frames his face, his adams' apple bobbing as he swallows his shallow moans. He hears the desperation in your moans and he speeds up his pace, his cock pushing in and out of you, your walls squeezing around him tightly only making his cock feel so much larger inside of you.

"If you keep squeezing me I won't be able to last-", he pants smacking the plush of your ass, trying to control himself the best he can. You can't register what he's saying only moaning, your hand sliding down your body to rub your clit in fast circles. And that only feels so much better your body reacts, pulsing around his cock, "Mami..mami" he whines with a broken voice. You gasp out a moan, and finally, that feeling of pulsing pleasure flows through you, "Dom Im gonna cum, imgonnacum", you nearly yell when you toss your head back for the third time, your fingers barely able to continue circling your clit. Dominik pushes your hands away and spits on your clit, rubbing it as quickly as he can pushing you over the edge.

Your body tenses and throbs at the intense pleasure and Dominik can finally cum knowing you already have. His hips stutter from inside, "God you drive me crazy" he pants when he finishes. He smiles as he says it as if that was the only thing he desires in the whole world. He lays his head on your chest, both of you are panting from exhaustion and your body is coated in sweat. But in that moment it felt like your heart could simply explode, nothing felt better than him.

[sturniccz]

Pretty boy

Chris Sturniolo smut. If you dont like it, leave.

slightly inspired by a request i received, but not fully because im not comfortable writing the full request, this is what yall get😭😭💕

Warnings: nothing crazy tbh, mommy kink, sumbissive chris, slight age gap, oral, fem receiving, swearing, lmk if i missed anything!

not proofread, feel free to send requests!

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Being best friends with your older brothers, coworker does have its perks, but at times like these, when all Chris wants to feel is love, He swears he would do anything. He has never really been into relationships, or any kind of love feeling other than the love he has for his family, but as for y/n, Justin‘s coworker at his new location for his job, he has discovered a new feeling that he has never felt before, which somehow scares him.

Every time he’s with Justin, y/n is there also. After a significant amount of time of knowing each other, they have grown to be very close with each other, regardless of their age gap. With Chris being freshly 20 years, old, and Laila, being 25, it almost feels illegal to have such feelings for her. But he didn’t care, all he wanted was to make her feel good. Thats what she deserves.

Another night crept upon Chris and he cant help but feel the absence of her not being in the house like usual. After some thought, he decided to send her a message politely asking her to come over. Regardless of her being so hesitant, he insisted, and eventually she caved.

After about 15 minutes there was three soft knocks at the front door, and Chris quickly jumped up, walking to the front of the house to greet her. He was excited, and it was obvious from the slight tent in his sweatpants.

“Hey Chris, how are you doing? Why did you want me to come over so late?” she breathes. “Its only 10,” he replies, “and plus im your favorite co-workers little brother, right?” he asks, only half serious, trying to keep a conversation going. “Well, I suppose I dont know any boys better than you.” She chuckles.

This caused Chris to freeze. He began to get lost in his thoughts, staring at her as she makes her way into the kitchen, grabbing herself a drink and getting comfortable on the couch. Chris makes his way over to sit next to her, noticing that she’s significantly keeping her distance from him.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” she quietly suggests, almost as a way to erase some of the deafening silence between the two. “U-uh sure, you can pick.” He stutters. She chuckles at his remark. “You sure you’re alright pretty boy?” she laughs, an inside joke, of course she didn’t mean it whenever she calls him pretty boy, but she is completely unaware of the affect it has on the boy. Physically.

“Yeah it’s nothing just put on whatever you want” he says, trying his best to just end this painfully flirty conversation in fear of her noticing his boner.

Not even ten minutes pass by and Chris can’t seem to keep his eyes off of her. She’s so gorgeous its almost unreal, as if shes a genuine angel that got lost on the way to heaven. Her hair is so perfect the way it rests across her shoulders, and the way her necklace looks laying against her collarbones. He could look at her forever, but he couldn’t, he might just die from getting so horny.

“Alright why are you staring at me? Do i have something on my face?” She snaps, not meaning to startle him, but still coming across as angry. He loved it.

“No, sorry.” He breathes as he reverts his attention back to the film on the screen. Less than ten seconds later he’s staring again. “Alright Chris stop doing that.” She says, using the same tone as before and somehow getting even deeper under his skin. “O-okay, i’m sorry,” he says looking into his lap, “i just think you’re pretty.” he finishes. “You think im pretty? Chris you’ve hardly ever spoken to be before why are you telling me this?” she questions, slightly confused and slightly turned on. “I just wanna make you feel special, wanna show you love, wanna be good for you. Am i good for you?” he blurts out, hardly thinking.

She is completely stunned by his words, but chooses to play along, with the boy now laying his head and shoulders in her lap. “Of course. You’re good for me Chrissy, always.” she says looking down at him, playing with his hair. “Do you wanna show me how good you can be? Show me how much you love me, baby?” she says as he slowly sits up, looking at her in the eyes. “Y-Yeah? You mean it?” he asks, a bit hesitant about what he had said. She nods.

“Be a good boy for mommy and touch me, yeah?” She is completely in control. Chris is practically at her mercy at the moment, and he is fucking loving it. Chris lets out a small whine as he begins trailing his hand down her torso, stopping just above her waistband. He looks at her for a nod pf approval one last time before finally making his way down her body.

After quickly removing her leggings, he leaves a long trail of wet, open mouthed kisses from the crook of her neck all the way down to her panties. He licks a stripe from the bottom to the top of her pussy over the pink, lace fabric, stopping right at her heat. Her hand slowly makes its way to his hair, slightly pushing down. “Go ahead baby, show mommy how much you love her.” She’s good at this. Really fucking good. So good that Chris begins riding the fabric of the couch he was previously sat on, trying to get any amount of friction he could.

He loved eating pussy. So much so that he didn’t even consider any foreplay, he went straight in, tongue fucking the older girl, looking straight into her eyes. “Oh fuck, Chris! God your mouth is amazing-“ she cuts herself off with a moan as he slips a finger into her. “God- Fuck, Chris!” she moans biting her lip. “Good boy, baby, such a good boy for me. Keep going baby you’re doing so good-“ she says looking down at him as he lets out a guttural moan at the names.

Chris is a slut for praise. Her fingers curled in his scalp as he adds another finger, in hopes of getting more praise from her, now curling upwards. “Fuck, yes right there! Oh god-“ she says arching her back. Chris removes his mouth, replacing it with his thumb temporarily. “You’re so pretty mommy, I can never get enough of you.” he says leaving kisses to the inside of her thighs before returning to her heat. “Fuck Chris- Im gonna cum! Gonna cum on your fingers, yeah, baby? You gonna be a good boy and l-let me cum on your hand?” she says stuttering and arching her back. He nods in agreement, remaining eye contact before her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back. Letting out the sluttiest moans and whimpers, she finally finishes on Chris’ fingers, watching as he pulls them out and placing them into his mouth, sucking off the juices.

“God thats hot.” she admits. “You calling me a good boy is hot for fucks sake.” he breathes. “You want me to take care of you?” She asks, looking at the obvious bulge in Chris’ sweats. “No, I just wanna sleep. M’tired” Chris says before snuggling into her space between her neck and her chest. “Okay Chrissy, you get some sleep. You did good for me, love.” She says as she watches his breathing steady and him slowly drift off into a deep, very much needed sleep.

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[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart II

second part! read first part here

may or may not be dragging this but…i’d probably write one more part after this and it’ll be it so, enjoy!

all of you are beautiful, kind, smart, and more than capable. love you guys!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

ony had eventually read the message and responded saying that he was on the way. although jadeja and taylor wanted to stick around to see how you’d really handle the situation, they ended up leaving the two of you alone.

“you said you wanted to talk to me about something? make it quick, i got practice in an hour.” now that you were on a time limit, you were pushed farther away from what you knew you were supposed to do.

“did you…change your cologne recently?” ony tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“nah, why?”

“you didn’t smell how you normally smell so i just thought you were trying something different.”

“how do i smell?” like someone else.

“just different.” ony nodded, looking into a blank space on the walls of your room.

“cool, is that all?” of course you wanted to say more but because you prioritized your boyfriend’s time over your own right now, you opted to let it go and hoped to forget about it over time. so you shook your head and watched him get up and head towards the door. “hug?” you gave in and hugged him for another time that day, realizing that he had a completely different outfit on fitting for the practice he’d have in less than an hour. but the smell still lingered and the words itching to escape your throat couldn’t be withheld any longer.

“who…is she?” you whispered against his collarbone as you slowly pulled away from him.

“what?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” it was as if your soul left your body. you hadn’t acknowledged how shaky your voice had become.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” you repeated but with more confidence in your voice. “just answer me, ony.”

“there is no ‘she’, y/n. i don’t know what the hell you’re going on about but i gotta go.” before you could say anything else, ony had left as quickly as he came. like you thought, trying to step out of your comfort zone to confront a man who had a hard time listening to you in the first place was a complete waste of your time.

weeks had gone by and you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything but go to class, get food, and come back to your room. of course you’d hang out with jadeja and taylor occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the fact that you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend in weeks even after he left for another one of his away games. you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore. the last conversation you had with him was the first time you ever thought to speak up to what you had an issue with and you never thought that would be the one time it crashes everything.

“it’s the fact he hasn’t called or texted you either. definitely has another bitch.”

“deja.” taylor side-eyed at jadeja’s comment.

“i’m being honest. i wanna beat the nigga ass for you but i’m more proud of you for doing what you needed to do. how he reacted says everything.” mentally, you weren’t there.

“i wanna go to chipotle.” jadeja and taylor looked up at you. “yall coming?”

“shit…don’t have to tell me twice. c’mon deja!” taylor slid on her ugg slides and threw on her coat as she waited with you at the door for jadeja to get her shoes on.

the three of you got to chipotle and you were the first to order so you just sat and waited for deja and taylor to be done. you scrolled on your phone a bit before getting bored and putting it down to listen and watch the people around you subtly. but you knew you were listening too hard when you thought you heard ony’s name. you heard his name but you looked around and he wasn’t there so you just thought you were tripping.

“i don’t know if it’s me being nosy but i think that’s the new bitch that’s got ony’s attention.” deja walked over with taylor and you saw that she was dying to tell you that. you and taylor subtly looked up to see a pretty girl giggling and laughing while looking to be she was on facetime with someone.

“that could be anybody, deja. yall ready?”

“let’s go this way…” deja led the way towards the other door in the store that would put the three of you in the background of the girl’s phone. luckily she wasn’t budged by it. but unfortunately for you, the person the girl was on facetime with had his face completely in the camera and you hated yourself for even taking a glance over.

all of you got back in the car and discussed what happened.

“y/n please tell me you saw that.” deja turned to you and you looked straight ahead, trying not to cry.

“you okay?” taylor reached over from the back seat and rubbed your back. but you didn’t know why but that set you off and you just began crying. crying until you couldn’t stop. you hadn’t cried about it since it happened but the thing was that you weren’t even really sure what happened. you just knew that whatever it was, it was over and you couldn’t take it. you loved ony and the fact that it was more than possible that you lost him without even a blink of your eye without any explanation was hurting you everywhere at once.

“it’s not your fault, girlie…” taylor and deja consoled you.

“right, he a bitch forreal. you’re beautiful, smart, good head on your shoulders, everything.”

“he lost a great thing. it’s his loss and he’ll regret it.” you couldn’t help but smile through your swollen eyes and that’s all your friends wanted right then. but all the crying made you hungry.

“awww pretty,” taylor wiped the tears from your face. “ready to eat now? shit’s getting cold.” you laughed and deja agreed with her.

you had just initially planned to go to chipotle but deja and taylor decided to make a “quick trip” to the mall that lasted a few hours. all the time you spent away from your phone and in your room helped you cope somewhat with how you were feeling. you wished the day could last forever. but nothing lasts forever.

[ ony!❤️ ] : hey

[heavyhitterheaux]

She Gotta Complex

AN: These two need their own podcast 😭😭

Synopsis: Complex interview with Jack and Druski featuring Jack talking about his long term girlfriend

Requested by: my little sister @softtcurse (I hope you love this) ❤️

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You were currently on set with your boyfriend Jack as well as Druski for their Goat Talk interview with Complex. The last few days had been a lot for you seeing as you had been finishing up taking your finals and was thankful that the semester was finally over with. Your body was still trying to recover from what it had gone through for sixteen weeks and you had the entire summer off before going back again in the fall.You were currently scrolling through your phone replying to text messages as you felt a presence behind you.

“Dru, go away.” You said while rolling your eyes before you started laughing.

“I didn’t even do anything! And how’d you know it was me?!”

“I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth and I’m definitely not about to start believing it now. I have eyes in the back of my head from watching my nieces and nephews so I see everything even when I’m not looking.”

“Druski! Leave my girl alone!” You heard Jack say before throwing something at him.

“I just wanted to greet her properly! I haven’t seen her in like a year!”

“Okay, now you’re lying because you saw me last month.” You replied while making your way to sit down on the side next to Neelam and Urban.

“Well it feels like a year!”

“Will you two come on so they can get started?” Neelam asked before rolling her eyes.

“I’m actually surprised that Dru is here on time. You know he’s usually always late.” Urban added and all Druski did was once again roll his eyes.

“Because yall went and got him, that's why.”

“No Druski slander will be tolerated!”

“Hold on!” Jack said before coming over towards you and leaning down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile. 

“Okay, I’m good now. We can start.”

“SIMP!” Druski yelled towards him and all the two of you did was roll your eyes.

“And that’s why you’re single!” You yelled back at him and he held up his arms in defense.

“I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!”

“And I can’t wait until you get one so we can call you a simp and terrorize you like you do us.”

“I don’t even be terrorizing yall. Dramatic as hell.”

“I know you not about to sit up and lie.”

“I tell no lies.”

“Druski, come sit your ass down so we can start.”

—

“Goat sex position?” Jack asked while looking down at the card in front of him.

“Wow… you were thinking about this for the longest?” Druski said while busting out laughing.

“Years actually.”

“Well it’s super easy for me, don’t have to do too much. You kinda scoop under and come from the side, one leg up. It’s effective, you can actually be half sleep and she rolls over on you.”

“Oh, so it starts with spooning?”

“Yeah, right from the side. Now what were you thinking mine was?”

“I thought that it was going to be what mine is, you know what they call me.”

Druski had a confused look on his face while trying to think.

“My tik tok name.”

“Ahhh, missionary Jack. Is that your favorite or is that just your go to?”

“I like a lot of them and Y/N can tell you since she’s sitting right over there, but…..

“No the fuck he did not just say my name.” You muttered while looking over at Urban who was trying not to laugh.

“I know her favorite is probably reverse cowgirl.”

“OH! Y/N! Your man is over here telling all your damn business!”

“Well if he doesn’t shut up, I don’t plan on doing anything reverse on him tonight!” 

“Stop lying because I am definitely about to bend you like a pretzel when we leave here.”

“JACKMAN, FOCUS!”

“Okay, okay!” Jack replied as he held up his hands in defense.

"Hmm Goat childhood toy?"

"He man castle."

"What the? What the hell is that?"

"You never heard of it?" Jack asked while trying not to laugh.

"No definitely not, and mine is bop it."

"Oh definitely a classic. Makes me think of Y/N and all her damn Bratz dolls that she still has to this day."

"Since when am I involved in this interview? And no Bratz doll slander will be tolerated!"

"And her favorite is Jade. She has about 20 damn versions of that one."

"Jackman! Watch yourself!"

"And don't even get me started on her Hello Kitty, Sanrio obsession. I can't even imagine how much money I've spent on those." 

"Druski! Read the next card before I kick my boyfriend's ass for acting outta pocket!"

"How am I acting outta pocket if it's true!?"

“Urban, get your best friend before I do.” You said turning towards him and all he did was hold his hands up in defense.

“Okay, settle down you two. Goat rapper? I’ve heard you say a few names but of all time.”

“Damn, um. Definitely Drake.”

“You are such a fucking Drake groupie. I swear if he wasn’t with me, he would date him.”

“Y/N, I swear when we get done…..”

“You not about to do a damn thing.”

“Anyway, go ahead Druski. And watch your answer, you got friendships on the line here.”

“Uhh, Dj Unk?”

“What?!”

“Dj Unk!”

“I mean the man is a legend so okay, I’ll take it.”

“Okay, next card.”

“Goat vaccination spot?” Jack said looking at the card confused.

“What?”

“I don’t know man, I guess they’re trying to get political.” Jack replied before turning the card towards Druski so that he could see it. 

“That says vacation, not vaccination, dumbass!”

“Oh, my fault.”

“Your boyfriend is slow as shit sometimes.” Urban whispered to you and you couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“We know.” Neelam added while laughing.

“Okay, Goat Jack Harlow song?”

“Easy, Luv is Dro. Your voice, the lyrics, everything.”

“Thank you man, appreciate that. I think for me it’s Keep it Light. I love certain songs because of how they sound and love other ones because of the lyrics and that one just incorporates both.”

“CONFETTI AND LOOSE SUPREMACY! SYLVIA ALL DAY!”

“For her to scream she’s not a part of the interview, she surely is answering all the questions.”

“Druski, watch it! I will kick your ass!”

“She’ll do it too. Don’t put it past her.” Jack answered while laughing and then relaxing back in his seat.

“You supposed to defend me.”

“Defend you from my girl? So she can kick my ass too? Nah, I’ll sit this one out.”

“Okay last card. Goat snack food?”

“Not cheeze its but the knock off brand cheese nips.”

“Like that’s your greatest of all time?”

“Yeah, they’re top tier. And I already know what your answer is going to be.”

“What’s my answer going to be?” Jack curiously asked and Druski simply pointed at you.

“Right over there.”

“What the?! HEY!” You screamed while looking at the two of them.

“Nah, that’s not a snack, my girl is a whole meal that I plan on devouring after we leave here.”

“JACKMAN! BEHAVE!”

“I am behaving! But food wise, definitely garden salsa sun chips.”

“This was a hot ass mess from start to finish.” You said while looking over at Neelam who couldn’t believe the chaos that occurred over the past twenty minutes.

“Are we even surprised at this point when these two are involved?”

“No, no we are not.”

“Baby! Let’s hurry up and leave so we can recreate the Luv is Dro music video.”

“Yall are disgusting from the time yall wake up until the time yall go to sleep.” Druski said before rolling his eyes.

“Sounds like something a single person would say, huh?”

“I’m tired of the Druski slander!”

“Not slander, just calling it like I see it.” You said while smiling up at him.

“We can recreate it as long as you show me your goat vaccination spot.” You said as Druski busted out laughing and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Oh, imma show you the spot alright.”

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Fuck Enemies

— pairing : HOOD!MidProtective!bitchy!Stud!Riri Williams x cocky!black!fem!reader

— word count : 2.4k !!

— synopsis : y/n and riri grew up in Chicago together at the ages 8-9 but always stayed as enemies and riri never looked at her the same ever since. til one day riri texted you out of the blue trying to take you to the house party that you and her BOTH were invited to, in the pool..plus the backseat of her truck and found you cute for that one night and fucked you while drunk, but while she’s drunk she remembers more than you think. both of your minds were hazy. The next day you acted like nothing happened and acted like enemies again when actually y’all was fucking on the low and never told nobody. might as well take it to the grave, yeah? .

— warnings : Public sex, fingering ( reader receiving ) , humiliation, thigh riding, car sex , dramatic reader , blunt blowing, reader is being called out for something that’s stupid, reader has her n*pples pierced but it’s not mentioned. and I believe dats it, etc.

— taglist : @oceean @all4lovemami @pantherheart @f4t3lunts @jordisblogg @shahanaazsoumah ( I’m open to add more people! )

— authors note — just wanted to say, I stayed up until 12-1 to finish this . 🤷🏽‍♀️

• Riri

• y/n or bold white

• Lo - riri friend also

• Riri’s Boy Bestfriends

• y/n friend - vickey - bold white also ?

you were getting dressed for your friend’s house party shes throwing, it was starting a couple of minutes and you weren’t that far away. a message popped up on your phone “riri😹” you looked confused cause she never texted you. Well, not in years but how she did she text you when you blocked her?

“I’m picking you up to go to the party, be ready in 10.” was she being serious, she texted you randomly now she picking you up? Something fishy and suspicious was going on. you really thought this was a set up or riri was just being nice all out of the blue. but you went with it cause free ride, Hell yeah? so you got ready quick and fast but not that fast to the point where you felt like you rushed for no reason .

••• actually 10 minutes later

she was already outside blasting hardcore rap music, she does that on purpose because when you and her used to talk she knew that used to get on your nerves. And it still does, you got in the front seat and adjusted your sparkly dress, stuffing your bathing suit into it. “what’s in that purse.” She pulled off from Infront of your house .

“none of your business.” You gave her a rictus smile holding your purse on your lap. “I know you, no need to hide things from me.” She chuckled . “now if I had a weapon In here then I’ll be wrong right? Oh aight then.” You snapped back at her . “I got one to, I’m not worried bout that.” Riri tapped on her secret department . “you look- nice today if no one told you that” she smirked, looking down at your shoes . “Today?” You gave her a look. ”you must think you look good every day then, you better be lucky I even complimented you.” She rolled her eyes . “yeah mhm.” you said in guilt .

you and her talked the whole ride their and actually had some good conversations, but that didn’t change anything. but she did open the door for you like she WAS your girlfriend . you and her walked in together and your friend spotted you and her thinking you and riri squashed everything that has been going on for 10 years but eventually you and her went yall seperate ways going to hang out with other people. some people were there before it even started but you were only 2 minutes late because of riri ! “Soo what’s going on with you and ri..” she grinned sipping on her straw .

“Don’t play wit me vickey” you nudged vickey’s shoulder . “I’m just playing im just playing, but forreal are you and her you know…” she whispered the last parts. “nah, she just randomly texted me she was gon ride me here out of the blue.” “hmm, seem like some freaky shit going on.”

She shrugged and walked off to get more of her drink. after she walked off you turned your head to see where riri went, she went to go sit with her home boys and a one girl was sitting right next to her but she was already eyeing you when you turned that way with the joint in her mouth .

she looked away smiling putting down the blunt and laid back on the couch . you didn’t mind her hanging out with other people y’all don’t even talk anyway, right? . “Hey y/n , come here!” One of riri’s friends called out for you . You rolled your eyes walking over there, riri did the same . but you can tell in her face she slowly is starting to enjoy you being around . “wassup.” You tapped on his shoulder. “come have a sit.” He grinned looking up at riri, he knew riri and you were beefing at the time but obviously he didn’t care. “so what’s going on with you and riri.”

He puts down the blunt smacking the ashes off of his hands onto his pants . “no comment.” You pursed your lips nodding slowly. everyone’s eyes were on you making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy. “what? I only said no comment, it ain’t shit to talk about.” the girl that was next to riri had her hand right on her spot, side eyeing you. “you scared to tell us what happened, like?” you could tell she was getting smart because some of the boys were trying to hold in their laugh including her .

but the only two people that weren’t laughing were you and riri. Because nothing is funny when you disrespect somebody you haven’t even got to know yet . “bitch what?” the look on your face was so serious and she wouldn’t take it serious . “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know that would’ve offended you.”

She said trying to be sarcastic. you expected riri to say something but y’all were ‘beefing’ at the time, and the look on her face you could tell she was high or drunk. but she just sat there letting her talk and talk. You were just about to get up to leave until your heard riri’s voice speak up. “Lo shut up talking to her like that, come on now.” She nudged her shoulder with her hand . “thank you ri, get these bitches in line.” You got up and walked towards the back of the house where you friends were.

— riris pov

“Lo! whyyy? You talk to fucking much you made the girl and everything.” she gave her a stank face . then looked up waiting for her boy best friends to response also. “Forreal-” riri cut off her friend by her getting up and eyeing Lo and her boy best friends, she was getting up to see where you were to make sure you were okay. “Have you seen y/n.” Riri was asking your close friends where you were until she saw you talking to your bestfriend and her brothers . you was just watching you have a good time talking to new people and not starting no drama . She was just about to walk up to you til your other friend got in the way right In front of you, Riri knew you sensed someone presence behind you, which it was her .

•••

“Hol on vickey, I’ll be right back.” You followed Riri with her holding your hand leading you to a more private spot “did you bring any swim clothes?” that was a random question but yes you did bring one because you knew it was a pool in the backyard . “Uhm yes I did..” “okay good, change and I’ll meet you in the pool.”

5 minutes later both of you were dressed in y’all’s bathing suits but she had on trunks and a white plain sleeve-less shirt and tied her braids in a buns in the back of her head . you had a 3 piece on showing your belly button with a sparkly skirt piece hanging on the side you put your braids up in a bun just like riri did . you were moving your arms in the water while waiting for riri, she walked into the pool from the steps to you .

“I’m sorry for what happened.” Riri apologized . “It’s okay just tell that bitch to not talk to me.” You smiled “I gotchu” she laughed and you laughed along with her . Riri looked away smiling before she said something else, she used to always do this when she was up to something .

You were quite scared of what she was finna say because she always up to some bullshit especially when she’s high or drunk. She swayed towards you causing you to back up against the pool’s wall, making you grunt. you were so lucky nobody was in that pool or outside in the back yard no where, but you two and the speakers playing music .”you’ve ever been fucked in a pool before..”

she tilted her head slowly waiting for your response, blinking slowly. making you gulp deeply and loudly eyes getting wider knowing what she’s about to do next . “riri? I don’t- think we should be doing this..uhm” you questioned her, smiling awkwardly then pursing your lips. feeling her hands rub against you so softly and lovely just felt like you were on cloud 9 but without being high at all. “you like that, don’t chu?.”

she whispered in your right ear having a good grip around your waist making you arch your back like a cat . she came up by your mouth kissing you cupping your cheekbones with one hand and the other in your bottoms . the tingles were shooting straight through you, your emotions were everywhere you wanted to touch her so bad.

but riri was in control now. you felt 2 fingers glide into you making you gasp and pull away from the strong sloppy kiss “fuck!” a finger came to your mouth, riri’s finger telling you to shush. But you couldn’t handle it.

you were being fucked like this in a silent and huge pool by your enemie riri williams, who could’ve thought. she was very good with her hands she was curving into your inner walls she kept pushing against the sponge texture inside of you making you shake and bite your finger to keep quiet . “p-please.” you whimpered throwing your heard almost giving yourself whiplash . “please what y/n.”

She said staring into your eyes with her blood shot ones . “more.” You couldn’t even get a proper sentence out by all of the pleasure then she hit your g-spot making you jerk “mhmm, oh fuck I’m-” your facial expressions said it all, you were coming but it washed away on riris wet and wrinkled fingers .

“that’s my girl, you were so good mami.” She smiled kissing your forehead . “let’s take this to my car, yeah?” She got out of the pool helping you get to the stairs holding your hand grabbing your purse so she doesn’t forget it, and brung it to the car .

you and her ran across the street hurrying to open up the back door . She fixed her car so she only has to say car tint but she was so high on sex she didn’t even say car tint so you weren’t surprised if someone walked pasted and saw you getting fucked in the backseat of a truck . “take this off.” She tugged at your bottoms, she didn’t care for the top but the bottoms so she can have more access and view .

“she’s so pretty and wet isn’t sheee..?” Riri complimented your slickness and view . She stared at your pussy admiring her beauty she played with your clit also playing with the slickness from it stretching it across her fingers then sucking her fingers. Just by the taste and sight it made both of you moan.

Your legs were stretched across this seat waiting for riris next move . she lowered her head to yours kissing you once again rubbing your swollen and puffy clit pushing her knee at your wet and throbbing hole putting pressure in that certain spot making you move backwards trying to escape, just by her rapidly rubbing your clit at a dangerous speed . “shitt—” you closed your eyes tears staining your face from all of this over whelming pleasure she was giving you “don’t run now precious .”

then she stopped making you confused but you were to weak to move your head to see what she was doing. she was lowering her head and moving you upward some more so she has space . She licked your clit and cunt clean making you hiss by her stinging touch “mhm.” You gripped at her braids making her grunt follow along with your whined out moans . “oh my- riri!” She slipped some of the tip of her tongue inside of you making you moan more louder than the first time . “you taste so sweet mi amor” the name mi Amor from riris mouth would do it to you all the time .

“you close?.” She asked you, rubbing on your inner thigh Kind of muffled . you heard her but stuttered in your answered and Riri expects fast responses “I asked you a question y/n.” She sent a harsh smack to your ass making you answer with quickness “y-yes.” You nodded fast. the last tongue fuck and finger fuck she did to you caused you to explode onto her backseat she licked you clean once again, giving you kisses all down your stomach. to your lips to your waist line . Soft satisfied moans leaving your lips from her soft and sweet touch.

••• next day ..!

you woke up in the bed hair looking crazy and makeup all over your pillow case. “oh my fucking god bro.” You groaned because you literally just washed your sheets and pillow case the day before last night You checked your phone to see what time it was, instead of you looking straight at the time you saw a “The Shade Room.” Post with you @ed in it curiousity got to you and you put in your password and went to Instagram and you clicked on the notification in your inbox and you were spotted in the pool and car with riri together, who the fuck took those pictures? .

Instagram - TheShadeRoom

caption - they got down and dirty, no tints!! #woah #wow #thisissomerealshit!

“oh you gotta be fucking kidding me.” you were groaning in annoyance. Thinking about who to call. Riri? but you forgot her phone number was blocked. So you unblocked her of course to get to the bottom of this but she didn’t answer until your friend, Vickey called you. “girl..you and Riri are on the shade room! That’s why you and her were outside I was looking all over for you.” “please, I don’t wanna talk anymore or at all I’m pissed and tired. I haven’t even got a good morning start plus look-“ you pointed at your messy ass puff ball on your head it was fuzzy and frizzy all over the place makeup smeared on the case and on the side of your face. “well, okay I hope you’re okay! Call me back when you get yourself together okay? love you boo.” you said love you back and hung up the phone. This was the most shittest morning ever . You haven’t even got up to take a shower yet or brushed your teeth you woke up to be on the shade room with your WORST enemie. Legs we’re shore and you were weak so you fell back asleep thinking everything would go away, when everything got worse. you woke up to a loud call by riri, what does she want now..?

Maybe not doing no Part 2

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Its a Game pt.5

[ A/n ] - Hey everyone here is part 5 i hope yall like it! let me know if yall wanna be on the tag list for next part.

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!

[ Genre ] -  angst

[ Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 and Part 4 ]

[ Next … part 6 ]

[ Masterlist ]

How did you end up here? Smiling while talking on the phone with Dylan. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You kept having these thoughts linger in the back of your mind. When you would smile at Dylan, and he would laugh. A small part of you wished it were Harry. Interestingly enough Harry was having an issue of his own. He saw you wherever he went. In a sea of people, he could swear you were in the crowd. At cafes he would run past he couldn’t help but feel as though he saw you ordering a drink. He knew it was his mind trying to convince him to go through with his most recent idea. Break up with Olivia. They were really together. Well, they were in what looked to be more of a relationship than what he had with you. He didn’t understand why he did that. Why could he do all these things with Olivia but was scared to do them with you? He guessed because whatever had transpired between the two of you was real. It had weight and meaning for both of you. Harry thought you were worth protecting but you didn’t want that. You liked that it wanted to take a shot of adrenaline every time you were spotted with him. You liked that girls threw themselves at him because he wouldn’t give into them only you. And he fucked it up by telling you only deserved to be with him in private. That the public would only know you as friends and that he did have the balls to be the man you deserve. Maybe that’s why you were with Dylan. He couldn’t hate him. The total “nice guy”, he was perfect. Well-kept and well mannered. Even harry thought he matched up pretty well it was clear to see Dylan wanted to be with you publicly. He wasn’t scared of what love brought to the table. He wanted to be loud and out there with you. Harry was reminded every time he opened up his phone. His custom settings alerting him again and again of where you were, who you were with and what you were doing.

“I need to talk to you.” The text was sent fast from his phone. Harry tapped at the edge of the case expectantly as he watched text bubbles pop up and pulsate at the bottom of the screen. Anxiety became a close friend of his the longer spent time away from you. It had been months since that party in LA and he wished he had said more to you. But what could he have even said In the moment that would have kept you in his grasp.

“Hi baby what’s up :)?” Olivia responded swiftly and Harry just stared at his phone before he began dumping his feelings into the text box.

Dylan had spent a lot of time trying to get you to go out with him. After getting to know oy a little better he realized he needed to show you how you deserved to be treated. He took you out every time you came to LA, and he even flew out to see you in your hometown a few times. It was just so simple with you, and he really wished he could keep you all to himself, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t notice that you would zone out from time to time. Despite all of that you were a great friend to him before you would be anything else and respected that you were confused and maybe had some feelings for Harry still. Dylan tried his best to show you that it didn’t bother him, but he saw the likes on your posts. He heard what you would whisper to your friends about Harry, and he saw how you answered every unsaved number that called you in case he was hurt. The love you had for Harry was beyond anything you would feel for him.

Olivia didn’t know what to expect when she got that message to her phone and harry didn’t know how he was going to do this. He sat on the edge of his bed waiting for her to arrive at his House in LA. He had flown back for a press tour that had just wrapped. His shoulders slumped forwards and he rested his hands in his lap. His mind was reeling but he knew he needed to do this.

A few moments later Olivia walked into the house. She walked past her shoes that sat next to his and placed her keys in the bowl along with his. She made her way to the bedroom where she heard him call out to her. And for a moment the pair just existed in the room for a while. The silence was enough to understand but harry knew that part of this process was growing up and owning up to how he felt.

“I can’t get her out of my mind.” Harry spoke softly and he couldn’t bring himself to look at the woman in front of him.

“I know. But that’s why I’m here to help you forget.”  Harry looked up and Olivia stood with her arms crossed. Her foot tapping on the ground, and he looked away again before continuing.

“We need to be done. I need your stuff gone and I need to go talk to her. I need to apologize.”

“So… this is it.” Olivia sighed and turned on her heel. Walking fast like she was late and, in a rush, to beat traffic. She took her key out of the bowl and scooped her shoes up as she made her way to her car. Harry collapsed on the bed. His chest fell and his shoulders relaxed. Even if it didn’t work out between the two of you, he was glad he did that. He was so happy he was on his own. His head clearing and his muscles relaxing.

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harryfan33  I know y’all heard the rumors about Harry and Olivia breaking up but I think this confirms it, WTF is he doing buying a whole car??!

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y/nharryshipper6 broo mans got money lol

harryfan44 mhm I wonder if he’s doing this to get someone’s attention.

harryupdates19 it was confirmed by a close friend that they did call it quits Olivia got her stuff out of his LA house.

You stared at your phone. It had been 5 minutes since you moved last. Your hands and fingers were in the same position while you stared at the photo. Impulsive. It was reckless and impulsive of him to buy that car. What was he thinking? He was so upset that he needed to go take a joy ride in a fancy new car. On the other hand, he dumped her. Well, they weren’t really together but the bitch got her stuff and ran for the hills anyway.

“Y/n?”

Startled by the sudden sound of Dylan’s voice you jumped.

“Oh, you scared me. I was, reading something.” You didn’t want him to think you were obsessed. You thought about harry a lot more than you would deem healthy and you wanted to give Dylan a fair shot. But as you got up from your spot and greeted him with a hug all you could think about was the car. What did it mean? The rest of your day went normally. You were in LA again but this time you were staying with Dylan. Your schedule was filled with a few interviews where the hosts would undoubtedly ask you invasive questions about Dylan and Harry. It made you nervous. Part of you wished you could be honest and say you missed Harry. As a friend dearly, but you missed him more in the physical and romantic sense. Dylan didn’t give you that feeling of living in tandem like you had with Harry. Because of this issue you were having it was hard to feel genuine in your interviews.

“I’ve got a meeting with my manager later today so I won’t be back for lunch but maybe we can meet up for dinner after?” You smiled as Dylan hugged you from behind. You slipped your phone into your bag quickly so as not to let him see the photos.

“of course, that sounds great. Text me when you’re done.” Dylan placed a sweet kiss on your cheek and squeezed your hand. Your hand twitched on your phone as you watched him walk out the door.

The day went by slowly. Meetings after interviews and even a photoshoot. You loved the attention that your song got, and you loved the reaction from the fans you gained. Everyone was really supportive even if they didn’t fully know the whole situation. As you were walking back to your car you received a phone call from your manager. The sun was getting lower and lower, and the wind was cooling down the hot air. Your phone buzzed and you picked up the call. The air in your lungs felt like it wasn’t enough when you heard the news.

“I mean are you sure I only have one song.”

Your manager was in fact sure. You were invited to perform at Coachella. You sat in the driver’s seat of your car outside a radio station staring at your phone. The timer on the call continued to count and you realized you weren’t dreaming. The call with your manager ended fast and before you realized you dialed the numbers you heard his voice.

“Y/n?”

You we’re stunned. Was that even the right word? You didn’t know. It felt like forever since you heard him speak to you. It had been forever since he called you by your name. You blinked and swallowed hard. His breathing over the speaker was barely noticeable but you swore you could hear his next words before he even said them.

“Are you okay?”

You choked as you replied.

“Umm, yeah. Yes, I’m okay I just.”

You decided now was not the time to hash out everything that went wrong between the two of you and it might joe even be worth the trouble.

“I got a call that I’m going to perform at Coachella…” you waited with your phone on your ear for him to respond. You waited to see if you could hear how much he missed you when he spoke again.

“I knew you would get big someday. I’m proud of you darling.”

He just had to call you that. He must know you think about him still. Right? There was no way he didn’t. Why else would you break no contact? Harry had to admit he was surprised to see your name flash in his phone again. To think you still wanted him to be a part of your life when you told him the news. It gave him hope that he could fix what he did wrong. And maybe he was pushing his lick a little but using his pet name for you. You didn’t hate it though. Some part of you was smirking ear to ear that after 4 months of no contact he still called you darling.

Two minutes into this phone call and he had you hiding a smile from no one and playing with random bits and bobbles in your car. Harry guessed that someone had to give in eventually.

“wanna see you again, and talk.”

You weren’t sure if it was the right time, but you decided to do it anyway.

“I know you’re in LA so what’s stopping you?”

Harry never got in his car so fast. The buildings moved past his car window fast and the trees melted into the grass and the sidewalks morphed into the street. Every red light he passed made him think about what he was going to say to you. This was his chance. He had a window of opportunity to fix this.

You asked him to meet you at a nearby parking garage. You were already waiting for him when he pulled up. His tires making crackling sounds as they drove over small rocks and slowed to a stop. Your heat was beating hard in your chest. You were sure if he were to get close, he could hear it.

He looked good. Okay, he looked more than good. You always had a thing for him when he drove. Harry shut the door to the driver’s side and walked around to see you leaning against the trunk of your car.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You wanted to smile at him but a small part of you didn’t think you should. Harry huffed and stood across from you.

“Hi? That’s all I get? What? Are we strangers now? You spoke to me on the phone in that voice you know I like and can’t say no to and now all I get is…hi?”

You rolled your eyes and looked away. So maybe you didn’t really know what was going to happen when you broke no contact but considering how he treated you “hi” was a pretty good response.

“Just teasing Darling.” Harry got quiet and stepped forward. You reciprocated and pulled him into a hug. Something about the hug was almost healing. Almost. You missed him and he missed you and if you were living in a movie this would be the part where you would kiss. He was so close. You looked back and forth between his eyes and his lips as he looked down at you. His breath was almost fanning your face and your breath hitched in your throat.

"You are going out with him again, aren't you." After Harry said that you felt like the two of you were in some de ja vu loop. You said the same thing to him 6 months ago. You didn’t have to answer him. Harry knew the answer and clenched his jaw.

"You’re jealous." You placed the label on him faster than he would have liked.

"Me? No." you raised your eyebrows at his response. Did he really think you didn’t know him?

"You are. And a terrible liar on top of that." Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back.

“Well, is it so bad that I finally understand how you felt? That’s what you wanted isn’t it? You were surprised at this. You finally got the confirmation that he was done with that woman and wanted to be with you, but you couldn’t. not now anyway. Your eyes drifted to the ground, and you frowned. Tears welled up in your eyes and settled in your eyelashes.

“Are you crying...?” Harry spoke softly now. He took your hands into his and cradled them tenderly.

“Why do you have to be so great at the wrong time? Hmm? Why do you have to do this when I’m with someone else?” You looked up at him and Harry almost started to cry with you. Cheeks and face red and wet as you stood across from him. Harry knew he had to grow up. This tension was hurting you and him and if it continued you would never get together.

Harry didn’t know what else to say. He never meant to hurt you this way but part of him didn’t know better. He didn’t know how to carry on with anyone for more than a year or two. You were his longest relationship by far and he didn’t even have the guts to claim you publicly. To show the world that he wanted to love you aloud. Not to keep you to himself as a toy, a plaything.

“This is not what I planned for us, Harry.”

The two of you stood there in the garage for a while. Harry broke the silence.

"I love you."

"I know you do, and that's the problem."

You walked into the restaurant at 10:30. You were dressed in fancy clothes, and you wanted to laugh. The whole time you were getting ready you thought about harry. Here Dylan was waiting for you looking adorable with his nice shirt and you were thinking about a different man. You couldn’t lie and say you haven’t been thinking about him for the last few months. But it was different now. Maybe you didn’t need to be with either of them? This whole situation was complicated. Dylan offered you a no string attached casual dating experience. Harry offered, well nothing at first beyond friendship and occasional sex. Now he seemed like he was prepared to give you everything you had been wanting. Commitment. He said he loved you. And now you were the one who was scared. And walking into a fancy restaurant to meet your “casual” date.

“Hey baby, how was your day?” Dylan got up from the table and pulled the chair out for you. You internally cringed at the word. Baby? You settled into the chair and the conversation progressed easily. The longer you spoke to him the further back in your mind Harry’s declaration went.

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the law of being friends with a male: chapter 12. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ?? 

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 

warnings:none i think,, 

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taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon

a/n: FINALLY CHAPTER 12! sorry for the wait lol lmk what yall thinkkk this chapter is another boring chapter T-T what do you guys think of bora?? (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

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last night bora texted me before i was about to go to sleep. 

*y/n. do you have time to hang out tomorrow?* 

 i’m at lost in this situation.  and the reason for that is simple. among all the people i am currently concerned about, i always happen to hear something about one of them. like the other day at school, everyone was talking about bora, and how she’s SUPER rich. they also talked about how in her last school, there was a lot of people that hated her because she lied a lot. but if she really is a rich person.. she sure doesn’t act like it. 

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at school

‘i can’t believe there is a rumor  like that circling about bora so soon.. i wonder what else they are saying about her.’ 

“y/n~~!”  

‘oh right.. i forgot we were supposed to meet up!’ 

“oh hi bora” i wave at her ad she peaks in my classroom. 

“are you ready? lets go to the snack bar!”  

“ok-“ bora quickly grabs my hand and leads me to the snack bar with a wide smile. 

we sit down at a table with for bowls of instant ramen in the middle. 

“are you sure you’re fine with these…? i messaged you yesterday because i wanted to buy you something more delicious..i feel like it isn’t right for me to repay you kindness with these..” bora explains looking kind of upset. 

“its ok.. I’ve been craving ramen since last night! id rather have this than  what they are serving in the cafeteria..” i reassure her with a smile. 

“hmm.. then, ill buy you ice cream after this!!’ she exclaims with a determined face. 

“hehe if you want to..” 

i grab a bowl of ramen and start eating it. i look up at bora and notice she isn’t eating.. but staring at me. 

she seemed to notice my confusion so she speaks up. 

“y/n..” she says while staring at me. 

“hmm?” 

“you are so cute.. would you accept my heart..?” she says confidently.  

(o/////o " ) 

“lets not count this and go hang out another time! last time you told me you like hamburgers.. so lets go get some~” she sweetly adds, resting her head on her palm. 

no matter how many times i look at it, she doesn't seem like the type to be a liar. the only reason i was uneasy of her was because of jay, but after interacting with her so much.. i think those feelings vanished. although i was worried because of someone else.. i really don't think she’s a bad person. but i can’t help but still wonder.. what’s her story..?

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authors pov 

“hi jinsik! where are you going?” said a classmate. 

“hi~im going to the cafeteria!” he waves back and sweetly smiles. 

“enjoy you food!~

jinsik turns to junghoon, who was walking beside him. 

“what do you want to eat for lunch?” jinsik asks the other curiously.  

“ice cream.” junghoon shortly say while pointing to the snack bar. 

“hmm aren’t you going to drink milk tea today??- oh.. y/n, bora!!” jinsik exclaims as they walk inside. 

“oh hi guys have you guys eaten?” bora asks them while waving 

“yea we did we just came to eat ice cream.” jinsik answer. 

they continue to converse while y/n looks over to junghoon, who was just standing there. 

“hi..!” y/n looks up at him and smiles a bit. 

“oh, hi.” junghoon avoids eye contact and looks at bora and jinsik, who are fighting over ramen. 

jinsik steals a bite of bora’s ramen while she wasn’t looking which caused jinsik to get hit in the head. 

y/n laughs at their bickering and finishes her ramen. 

“ill buy you a snack! lets make peace.. y/n do you want anything?” he asks while standing up and walking over to junghoon who has been waiting for him. 

“im fine..im pretty full..” y/n answers. 

they walk off leaving me and bora alone again.

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… 

‘why did kim junghoon..avoid eye contact?’ 

“by the way y/n… are you and junghoon close?” bora asks out of the blue, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“a-are we close? um.. yes! just a bit.. i dont think we are too close though.. just kind of close..?” i ramble while tilting my head. 

“um why do you ask?” 

“oh just because.. it seemed like you guys were close friends and i was kind of surprised.” bora explains. 

“you know he can be a bit “unique”..or maybe i should say he's just too simple? although if i'm being honest.. he looks a bit scary huh?” she tells me while nodding her head a bit. 

(｡·  v  ·｡) ? 

“well whatever.. as you may know i'm not that close to him either and i don't really know him that well.. so, what i'm trying to say is that.. there are other people who are more fun that you can spend your time with..” 

“..sooo why dont you try being friends and hang out with different people!? like… me for example” she smiles. 

‘i think the rumors were true! she is good at lying.. i know they are close.. I LITERALLY SAW THEM!'

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[mikesigninspection]

I wanted to tell yall my opinion on "who would Mike first come out to".

Okay so I suspect that it might be El, Nancy or Karen. The reason why I choose these 3 is bc I feel like anyone else would make that coming out scene feel "too warm" (for exp. if he came out to Joyce).

Now ofc I believe that Mike will come out to Will during the confession but I feel like we need more, colder one? I am not saying that I need Mike to be unaccepted by anyone (thought that would be interesting to watch cause then they would show both sides of coming out) I am saying that I feel like if he comes out to these characters specifically, the whole scene is gonna feel more sad ( the vibe of it). Like when they do that blue/dark sort of coloring to express that this scene is supposed to make audience more sad than happy. It's hard to explain.

Alright.

El

If MIke comes out to El, it would be on accident. It would probably happen in the middle of a fight where he would spill it out and El would be shocked. Tho, she wouldn't be very confused and surprised (at least from my point of view.) She probably caught up with Mike and Will's problems and she could see the reason for it but she is still not so sure or she is in denial. I just feel like she wouldn't be all that happy, she would prob. ask him to leave her to think abt this but would be very understanding at the end.

Nancy

Now this is a different story. This is where he would come out when he prepared himself. Why do I feel like Nancy is one of those people? Not just bc she is his sister so it would make sense but smt else. Something about how they see each other.

Now, we all know that siblings fight constantly. Well most of siblings. And it isn't because they hate each other or something, it's mostly just siblings thing.

Ofc, Mike and Nancy also fight like other siblings do. However, their relationship is not the best. They often don't talk with each other. Hell, they would rather get hit by a car than talk about their feelings with each other like Jonathan and Will do.

So why do I believe that Nancy would be a good option?

It is simple. I believe that Mike thinks that Nancy is pretty neutral abt stuff. Maybe he thinks that she won't even care? He probably believes that her reaction to this wouldn't impact him that much since they don't talk. But there is also a part of him that hopes that she will understand and so is probably scared.

I feel like they might try to act like Will and Jonathan which is why they will try to talk to each other. Who knows?

Karen

So we know how Karen wishes that her kids talk with her( like deep talks)? She has been waiting for that for a long time now. Mike coming out to her would be a thing that would fulfill her wish. And her reassurance would mean the world to him. It would make him braver and more emotionally stronger which will make Vecna's plan harder to proceed.

One thing that makes me believe in this theory is her talk with him in s1. If you are a straight viewer you may catch this message harder but if you are a queer person, you would notice.

Karen talking about how Mike doesn't have to hide anything from her, how he can tell her anything doesn't apply to Mike being upset abt Will going missing. It also doesn't apply to El bc she didn't know abt her yet.

Others know that Mike and Will's relationship is different from the others. However, not all of them think it has to do with romance. But Karen does. She can see the difference between how Mike acts with Will versus how he is with Lucas and Dustin.

Her speech in that episode means so much to queer community bc it represents a parent who is reassuring their closeted kid that no matter who they love, they are gonna stay and love their kid the same. And if they also have a hard time accepting it themselves, their parent is there to help them.

That is that.

[cyarsk5230]

heavyhitterheaux 

Dec 23, 2022

She Gotta Complex

AN: These two need their own podcast 😭😭

Synopsis: Complex interview with Jack and Druski featuring Jack talking about his long term girlfriend

Requested by: my little sister @softtcurse (I hope you love this) ❤️

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You were currently on set with your boyfriend Jack as well as Druski for their Goat Talk interview with Complex. The last few days had been a lot for you seeing as you had been finishing up taking your finals and was thankful that the semester was finally over with. Your body was still trying to recover from what it had gone through for sixteen weeks and you had the entire summer off before going back again in the fall.You were currently scrolling through your phone replying to text messages as you felt a presence behind you.

“Dru, go away.” You said while rolling your eyes before you started laughing.

“I didn’t even do anything! And how’d you know it was me?!”

“I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth and I’m definitely not about to start believing it now. I have eyes in the back of my head from watching my nieces and nephews so I see everything even when I’m not looking.”

“Druski! Leave my girl alone!” You heard Jack say before throwing something at him.

“I just wanted to greet her properly! I haven’t seen her in like a year!”

“Okay, now you’re lying because you saw me last month.” You replied while making your way to sit down on the side next to Neelam and Urban.

“Well it feels like a year!”

“Will you two come on so they can get started?” Neelam asked before rolling her eyes.

“I’m actually surprised that Dru is here on time. You know he’s usually always late.” Urban added and all Druski did was once again roll his eyes.

“Because yall went and got him, that's why.”

“No Druski slander will be tolerated!”

“Hold on!” Jack said before coming over towards you and leaning down to kiss you and you couldn’t do anything but smile. 

“Okay, I’m good now. We can start.”

“SIMP!” Druski yelled towards him and all the two of you did was roll your eyes.

“And that’s why you’re single!” You yelled back at him and he held up his arms in defense.

“I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to!”

“And I can’t wait until you get one so we can call you a simp and terrorize you like you do us.”

“I don’t even be terrorizing yall. Dramatic as hell.”

“I know you not about to sit up and lie.”

“I tell no lies.”

“Druski, come sit your ass down so we can start.”

—

“Goat sex position?” Jack asked while looking down at the card in front of him.

“Wow… you were thinking about this for the longest?” Druski said while busting out laughing.

“Years actually.”

“Well it’s super easy for me, don’t have to do too much. You kinda scoop under and come from the side, one leg up. It’s effective, you can actually be half sleep and she rolls over on you.”

“Oh, so it starts with spooning?”

“Yeah, right from the side. Now what were you thinking mine was?”

“I thought that it was going to be what mine is, you know what they call me.”

Druski had a confused look on his face while trying to think.

“My tik tok name.”

“Ahhh, missionary Jack. Is that your favorite or is that just your go to?”

“I like a lot of them and Y/N can tell you since she’s sitting right over there, but…..

“No the fuck he did not just say my name.” You muttered while looking over at Urban who was trying not to laugh.

“I know her favorite is probably reverse cowgirl.”

“OH! Y/N! Your man is over here telling all your damn business!”

“Well if he doesn’t shut up, I don’t plan on doing anything reverse on him tonight!” 

“Stop lying because I am definitely about to bend you like a pretzel when we leave here.”

“JACKMAN, FOCUS!”

“Okay, okay!” Jack replied as he held up his hands in defense.

"Hmm Goat childhood toy?"

"He man castle."

"What the? What the hell is that?"

"You never heard of it?" Jack asked while trying not to laugh.

"No definitely not, and mine is bop it."

"Oh definitely a classic. Makes me think of Y/N and all her damn Bratz dolls that she still has to this day."

"Since when am I involved in this interview? And no Bratz doll slander will be tolerated!"

"And her favorite is Jade. She has about 20 damn versions of that one."

"Jackman! Watch yourself!"

"And don't even get me started on her Hello Kitty, Sanrio obsession. I can't even imagine how much money I've spent on those." 

"Druski! Read the next card before I kick my boyfriend's ass for acting outta pocket!"

"How am I acting outta pocket if it's true!?"

“Urban, get your best friend before I do.” You said turning towards him and all he did was hold his hands up in defense.

“Okay, settle down you two. Goat rapper? I’ve heard you say a few names but of all time.”

“Damn, um. Definitely Drake.”

“You are such a fucking Drake groupie. I swear if he wasn’t with me, he would date him.”

“Y/N, I swear when we get done…..”

“You not about to do a damn thing.”

“Anyway, go ahead Druski. And watch your answer, you got friendships on the line here.”

“Uhh, Dj Unk?”

“What?!”

“Dj Unk!”

“I mean the man is a legend so okay, I’ll take it.”

“Okay, next card.”

“Goat vaccination spot?” Jack said looking at the card confused.

“What?”

“I don’t know man, I guess they’re trying to get political.” Jack replied before turning the card towards Druski so that he could see it. 

“That says vacation, not vaccination, dumbass!”

“Oh, my fault.”

“Your boyfriend is slow as shit sometimes.” Urban whispered to you and you couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“We know.” Neelam added while laughing.

“Okay, Goat Jack Harlow song?”

“Easy, Luv is Dro. Your voice, the lyrics, everything.”

“Thank you man, appreciate that. I think for me it’s Keep it Light. I love certain songs because of how they sound and love other ones because of the lyrics and that one just incorporates both.”

“CONFETTI AND LOOSE SUPREMACY! SYLVIA ALL DAY!”

“For her to scream she’s not a part of the interview, she surely is answering all the questions.”

“Druski, watch it! I will kick your ass!”

“She’ll do it too. Don’t put it past her.” Jack answered while laughing and then relaxing back in his seat.

“You supposed to defend me.”

“Defend you from my girl? So she can kick my ass too? Nah, I’ll sit this one out.”

“Okay last card. Goat snack food?”

“Not cheeze its but the knock off brand cheese nips.”

“Like that’s your greatest of all time?”

“Yeah, they’re top tier. And I already know what your answer is going to be.”

“What’s my answer going to be?” Jack curiously asked and Druski simply pointed at you.

“Right over there.”

“What the?! HEY!” You screamed while looking at the two of them.

“Nah, that’s not a snack, my girl is a whole meal that I plan on devouring after we leave here.”

“JACKMAN! BEHAVE!”

“I am behaving! But food wise, definitely garden salsa sun chips.”

“This was a hot ass mess from start to finish.” You said while looking over at Neelam who couldn’t believe the chaos that occurred over the past twenty minutes.

“Are we even surprised at this point when these two are involved?”

“No, no we are not.”

“Baby! Let’s hurry up and leave so we can recreate the Luv is Dro music video.”

“Yall are disgusting from the time yall wake up until the time yall go to sleep.” Druski said before rolling his eyes.

“Sounds like something a single person would say, huh?”

“I’m tired of the Druski slander!”

“Not slander, just calling it like I see it.” You said while smiling up at him.

“We can recreate it as long as you show me your goat vaccination spot.” You said as Druski busted out laughing and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Oh, imma show you the spot alright.”

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Die in traffic dumb bitch!

RE: blacksimlish, her outlandish remarks, allegations & strange case of main character syndrome + her group of minions.

once you start accusing people of things that are not only detrimental to their reputation, but also just insanely inaccurate, how they defend themselves is neither here nor there.

there’s no rules to this shit. they minimized this to it being just “sims” out of convenience, it fits the narrative they’re pushing. if im being harassed for months and weeks on end & then being accused for being amongst the same accounts doing that nasty behavior, im going to be as out pocket as the rumors & attacks are. it stopped being about sims when my character was attacked. it stopped being about sims when the name calling started and it stopped being about sims when ole girl’s personal information was leaked. im not going back and forth publicly anymore, but once my account is unlocked i will be reaching out to yall, trust that!

at no point have i ever excused or justified the doxing. i think that is something that is dangerous and overall unnecessary. if this continues to be a concern, i urge all of those involved to bring law enforcement into this matter. since it has become about safety, please seek all necessary legal means to resolve the matter. as i will fully cooperate to my accounts being subpoenaed and searched for its activity.

blacksim (whose first name is just learned today after her information was leaked btw!) gets to still be accusatory and proceed to be confused as to why she’s getting the reaction she is. the same language she’s using, if someone else said it to her she would be going on a rampage and weaponizing her blackness. but again, defending yourself is only fine when it’s them. defending your character is only acceptable when it’s that group. she is the only person that has ever been attacked on the internet, so anyone who retaliates is wrong.

you’re grasping at straws picking certain words to point the finger, when the reality is no one knows who did that. but AGAIN, they want someone to blame and me being as outspoken as i am made me one of the targets. COOL. what sense does it make to go to tumblr and send someone hate message anonymously when i’ve been arguing with you and your clique publicly? or are yall going to say ive sent this to myself?

the delusion has to stop. apparently im the first and ONLY person to use “woe is me”. to sit and search my tweets is obsessive and weird. all it proves is yall have been watching for months out of jealousy, seething at the mouth waiting to pounce.

i’ll defend my character however i see fit the same way you all do. i won’t be deactivating, deleting or hiding anything, i won’t be apologizing, i won’t be taking anything back. to sit up until 4am when other parties have stopped responding, creating a twitter space to keep talking about it & being weird just genuinely shows the drama is what fuels you. i’m not giving this shit anymore light publicly. for those who want the context, it’s there and they’ve found it and reached out to me.

you provoked a group of people for months on end & we all got tired of your harassment. period point blank. none of us doxed you, we told everyone on twitter about accounts that solely were around to harass, bully and send threats. at no point was that brought up to justify what was done. no one laughed about you being doxed. none of us encouraged it. there is no proof to that and it’s all talk.

again, i implore you to involve law enforcement if you feel your safety is at risk and i will be more than happy to have my lawyer speak on my behalf. unlike others, the lawyer talk is very legit. i don’t play about defamation. reach out to chat further regarding legal action so i can provide the necessary information. thank you.

[juicycoutureheaux]

Hey yall! It’s been a minute since I posted on Tumblr! I just want to let you know my series: When it’s over is alive and well on Ao3. I stopped posting chapter updates on here because I felt like I was clogging up the tags.

This prompt was inspired by an AI chat prompt weirdly enough. (So if you’re reading this and you made the chat please message me so I can tag u bb!)

Anyway here’s a product of me being sleep deprived and literally just being mushy in general. I seriously wrote this last night before I went to bed and it hasn’t been edited. I may go back and edit, I just figured releasing this fic into the wild wasn’t the worst thing I could do.

This is a fluffy kind of OOC fic for Chris Redfield. I hope y’all enjoy

“Late night feeling”

A Chris Redfield x reader fic

Tags: fluff, migraines mentions of death, intimate but platonic relationships, younger woman X older man dynamic

You were resting after a rough deployment. You had made it back to the BSAA barracks and returned to your small room that had just enough space for your twin size bed, a desk and some shelving.

You had made the space work to the best of your advantage; free housing meant you had to get creative but you managed to make your small room as welcoming as possible.

The other soldiers were used to the barebones when it came to accommodations, and usually you didn’t mind when you were out on deployment, but when you were stateside you made sure to have all the comforts you could fit in the tiny room.

Pretty soon, you were popular in your unit for having just about anything. Did somebody have a headache from the dry air? You had a humidifier. Somebody needed some extra toiletries but didn't want to leave the building? You always had spare supplies. Cold medicine? You had it.

Pretty soon you were known as “mom” despite being on the younger side. It made you proud, because your position was technically as a medic, and it meant more to you that you could care for your teams stateside as well.

You were studying the popcorn ceiling in the small room for the 50th time, trying to get yourself to get to sleep when you heard a knock on your door.

You opened it thinking it was another soldier needing something small, but were shocked to instead see Chris Redfield, Captain of multiple elite task forces and founder of the BSAA.

You didn’t know whether to salute or curtsy, you were so close to falling asleep and were delirious

He smiled at your obvious discomfort. “I heard from the guys earlier you were the one to see if I needed anything.”

You looked at him wide eyed, still shocked that he came to your room late at night. He must really need something bad.

“Y-yeah, I’m sort of the barracks *mom* of sorts.” You giggled nervously. “What can I get you?”

Chris sighed. “Do you have anything for migraines?”

You looked at Chris, thoughtfully.

“I have a couple of solutions, how long have you had symptoms?”

Chris looks at you, you can tell what he’s going to tell you he’s embarrassed about. “…4 hours.”

You looked at him in horror. You knew Redfield was hardcore, but you had some migraines yourself before, if he was seeking your help, it must have been pretty intense.

Without thinking, you mentally switched into caretaker mode.

You quickly pulled the covers on your bed, and pulled out a foam wedge you had underneath your bed that you used to get comfortable for reading or watching tv.

Chris couldn’t help but grimace through his pain.

“Are you used to having late night visitors Y/L/N?” He looked at the foam wedge. “What the hell is that for?”

You snapped your head back at him. “What are you insinuating?” Genuinely curious, did he think you were going to treat his migraines by fucking him?

Chris grimaced again. “I hear you younger girls are into some wild things these days, but I didn’t expect it from you.” He put his hands up defensively. “More power to you though.”

You laughed from your belly. “Captain with all due respect, I think you’re seriously confused on what this is for.” You placed the wedge close to the foot of the bed. “Plus, if that’s how you think we’re gonna fix your migraine, you’re seriously confused on what my job here is.” You smiled at him.

You had only worked with Chris a couple of times. He wasn’t a stranger to you by any means, but you definitely weren’t friends either.

He was your superior and you respected him. The first time the two of you had met, you were a new recruit trying to make it onto the field.

You had passed every cognitive test the BSAA had to offer, but your physical skills were shit to say the least. You were athletic, you were great when it came to stamina, but when it came to hand to hand combat and firearms, you hesitated.

You remember the disappointed look your supervisor gave you when review time came. You were extremely gifted when it came to observations and patching men up, but you were a liability on the field.

“Get used to seeing the inside of the clinic, sweetheart.” You remembered him saying to you.

You remember going to the gun range, it was late in the afternoon and you thought no one was there. You were crying while missing the target completely. You knew you looked insane, but damn you felt so good.

“Why the hell can’t I just do this one simple thing?” You remember saying out loud to yourself. “The stupid boys back home could do this shit, but I doubt they could suture up flesh, and I can’t deploy because of this one thing!” You said louder emptying the clip into the target.

You pressed the button that brought the target to you. You looked at it helplessly; the bullets holes were all over the place. You crumpled the paper furiously into your hands.

“That's one way to neutralize a target,” you heard a warm baritone behind you say.

You turned around to see Chris Redfield with his own gear, ready to begin his own practice.

You saluted him. “Captain Redfield, Sir.”

He saluted you back. “At ease soldier, you don’t have to be so formal, no one else is here.”

“Y-yes sir.”

He walked closer to you, clearly in his element.

“I heard news on your performance review, Y/L/N. That’s brutal.” He said, trying to sound comforting.

Your lip quivered, you were angry and disappointed in yourself. You wanted to angry-cry, but not in front of one of the founders of the BSAA. He probably already thought you were weak, crying would just exacerbate the issue.

“It was.” You said looking down.

He looked at you sympathetically, and put his arm on your shoulder. “You have an incredible brain though.” He said, trying to lighten the mood. “We were really pulling for you this time, we need more personalities like you on the field.”

You looked up at him. “Really?”

Chris smiled at you. “I definitely don’t picture you in spec ops anytime soon, but we definitely could use you in damage control.”

You returned his smile.

“But you also understand why we can’t send you out there unprepared, you could be ambushed anytime.”

“I understand.” A heavy tear fell from your left eye and you immediately wiped it away, in fears of Chris noticing.

He looked at you sympathetically, “It’s normal, not being able to just want to shoot a living thing.”

“But why is it so easy for everyone else? I just can’t do it!” You said, frustrated.

“I think it’s because you’re overthinking it.” He shifts on his feet. “Think of it this way, if someone was going to hurt someone you cared about, even slightly, wouldn’t you not hesitate to take them down?”

You honestly had never thought about it before. You really were thinking of BOWS like victims, but if it were between you and your fellow soldiers getting out alive you wouldn’t hesitate.

Chris saw the gears in your brain working. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You think of them like they’re normal people, and they definitely may have been at one time.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “But you can’t think of them like that, it’ll get you killed, rookie.”

“Yessir,”’

“You know,” he said, picking up his duffle bag with his arsenal of personal weapons. “I actually have free time this evening, can I show you a couple of things?”

You looked up at him, shocked he would even want to spend one of his rare free moments with a dumbass like you.

“Are you sure? I know you’re always busy, are you sure you want to spend it mentoring my ass?”

“I don’t have anything else better to do, plus I see potential in you, rookie.” He motioned for you to follow him to the lane you were at before he came in.

He positioned himself behind you to perfect your form, gently touching your biceps and arms. He had a strong, but gentle grip on you. You tried not to turn into a teenage girl at his touch, but you seriously hadn’t got any action in a long time.

Chris, remained professional as always; if he noticed that you were crushing on him in the moment he didn’t acknowledge it, he just focused on the task at hand.

The afternoon turned into late in the evening, but you were finally comfortable with shooting your gun.

“Look at you, that was maybe 3 hours of proper training?” Chris looked at your work. “Looks like you’ll be out in the field in no time.”

Chris’ kindness stayed with you, and you were able to get into a lower ranking team, but a team nonetheless. You were finally able to help on the ground.

Now, Chris was looking to you for help and you couldn’t disappoint him.

“I’m going to have you sit down on my bed, okay? I promise I’m not gonna try anything funny with you okay?” You joked with him. Trying to lighten the mood.

“Honestly Y/L/N, I’m in so much pain, I’m willing to try anything.” He said sitting down.

“Good.”

You instructed him to lay down, putting the wedge underneath his calves, elevating his feet. You then grabbed a thick towel from one of your drawers and rolled it up. You gently placed the towel under his neck and made sure to keep his head supported with a pillow.

Chris grunted.

You looked down at him worried. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah,” he breathed out. “This is the best I’ve felt in a while.

“Good!” You chirped. “Where’s your pain radiating from?” You asked, getting up to turn on the humidifier. You knew from your own experience warm steam always helped, especially since it was December and seemed to worsen migraines.

“It feels like it’s behind my eyes, but it really does feel like it’s all over.”

“Is that normal for your migraines?” You asked putting hand sanitizer on. You had an idea of what you were going to do, but you wanted to make sure.

“Recently, yeah. I sustained a pretty bad neck and head Injury a couple years ago and they worsened from there.” He said, closing his eyes. His voice lowered like he was starting to get some relief.

“Are you okay with me touching you, Captain?” You said hesitantly.

“Of course, Doc.”

You smiled. “Not a doctor, but I think I can help.”

You began massaging the base of his neck, gently pulling his head to realign his spine. You were going at it for a couple of minutes before you heard him groan.

You stopped for a moment. “Still okay?”

“Better than okay. Can you keep going?” He asked sheepishly.

You were thankful he had his eyes closed, because his tone made you blush.

You began to let your hands move to his temples massaging the tense muscles in his face.

“You really carry a lot of stress,” you said trying to make his facial muscles relax manually.

“I guess 20 years of fighting monsters will do that to you.” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry Captain-“ you stammered.

“Y/N drop the captain shit, it’s Chris. Please call me Chris when we’re alone.” It almost sounded like a plea.

“Yessir.”

He smiled, lightening the mood again. “I bet they ate you alive in boot camp.”

You smiled. “They did, but I survived.” You giggled.

You began to work your fingers over his sinuses, being sure to gently, but firmly relieve the tension in his face. Your fingers gently caressed a couple of mostly healed scars over his handsome face.

“I heard you got to see some action in the desert, Y/L/N.”

You sighed. It was a sensitive topic for you right now, but you didn’t want to offend Chris. “Yeah, I had to shoot my first aggressor.”

“You sound upset.”

“It was just,” You sighed heavily, trying to push the image of the infected soldier from your memory.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Chris said, opening your eyes to meet your gaze. Before that moment you hadn’t realized how intimate this interaction was with him. His head was in your lap on a pillow, supported by your crossed legs.

“I knew him.” You said quietly.

“I heard he was one of our guys,” Chris said, his tone tinged with a slight sadness.

“He always was so shy and he was so into his routine it was funny. The other members would always clown on him.” You were reminiscing about your comrade.

“I always keep snacks in my room, and one day he broke his routine to see if I had anything. I was so happy that he asked me for something, that I kept buying the same snack so he would keep coming to me, I just wanted him to feel like I had his back.” You started to sniffle, feeling a burning sensation in your sinuses.

“I don’t know what happened he came back from

recon fine, I had just patched him up; then he turned.” You couldn’t help but tremble, Chris felt this and sat up.

You were slightly surprised by his sudden actions, he turned to face you.

He held your shoulders. “I need you to promise me that you’re not going to let this destroy your life Y/N. Remember what I said, it was either you or him.”

“But why did it have to be him?” You let your emotions go. You began to cry, you were wiping your own tears when Chris wrapped his arms around you. It immediately took you off guard.

He just held you, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours, you no longer felt so cold and lonely. He slowly let go of the embrace.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“Don’t apologize, that’s a lot to have on your heart.” Chris looked at you more seriously this time. “Have they done your mental evaluation yet? You guys didn’t get back that long ago.”

You let out a sigh. “Honestly, after all that work to get me in this unit, I think I’m about to fail and be released because of a psych evaluation.”

Chris looked at you sympathetically.

“I guess it wasn’t meant to be, I really am just not cut out for this am I?” You pulled your knees to your chest.

He placed a warm hand on your leg.

“You’re doing just fine, the first kill is always the worst, but it doesn’t get easier. You just get tougher.”

You instinctively put your hand over his and squeezed. “I can’t imagine what you’ve seen, what keeps you going?”

Chris rubbed his hand over his face, his migraine had disappeared finally. “I wanted to stop getting close to others, I wanted to shut down, stop caring about people.”

You rubbed his arm and felt him shiver.

“But, that wasn’t who I am. I’d never stop caring, it was the reason I joined the Air Force and the RPD. It just led me…here.” He trailed off.

“We can’t control what happens to us, is what you’re saying, right Chris?”

He smiled. “Exactly. We can control how it affects us. You’re a sweet girl Y/N, I couldn’t stand to watch this line of work harden you.”

You blushed at the sweet girl comment.

“Well I guess then you’ll be happy that I’m thinking of going to TerraSave.” You said, nervous of how he was going to react.

Instead of looking at you with disgust like you had anticipated, he was excited.

“TerraSave? Really? I’m close with a major player over there, maybe I can tell her you’re interested.”

Your heart sank at the mention of a woman he was close with, you knew you never had a chance with him, but you liked to indulge in the healthy fantasy every once in a while.

“That would be great.” You said sheepishly.

“She’s my sister in case you’re wondering.” He winked at you.

You were embarrassed that your face gave it away that you were jealous.

He then boldly lifted your chin with his hand. “If you end up working for TerraSave, there won’t be any rules against taking you out on a date either.”

“Chris, really?” You laughed. You were in shock.

“I like a woman who doesn’t know when to stop,” he winked at you.

“You’re disgusting.” You playfully hit his shoulder.

He feigned defensiveness. “Hey, I was talking about not giving up on reaching a goal, I don’t know where your mind went to.”

You felt your self melt, he was so dreamy, exactly like you imagined. “I never thought I’d see this side of you, Chris. It’s nice.”

He cupped your face with his hand and you instinctively leaned into his palm.

“It helps when I’m with someone who’s able to bring it out of me” he said, stroking your face with his thumb.

You felt equally relaxed with him too, so relaxed that you let out a yawn.

Chris only chuckled. “I guess it is late, huh?” He said gently pulling his hand away.

You whined at the sensation.

“Don’t get bratty on me now,” he laughed.

You put your head into your hands. “How’s your head?”

“Much better,” he sat up straighter. “Crazy what a few moments of relaxing can do.”

You smiled at him, “Feel free to come to my room anytime.”

[chokchokk]

I see you interact with a lot of people and was curious if you would assign your moots on who would be "your ateez eight is one team"? Or who would be who for you personality wise based off ateez members xx

ATE MAKES ONE TEAM, HELLO EVERYONE WE'RE EIGHTEEZ !

except choosing only eight for eight is really difficult i'll be fr. like i have collected so many bbies and babies assigning only one for each is gonna be so difficult like who the fawk am i to leave anyone of yall out.... anyway i'll try to choose those who i interact the most on tumblr but also in private because yall have my heart and i want to give yall pieces of it you know !!!! (it's gonna be burning aflame so if it's too hot then let it fall. it's ok.)

i'll base it off my mootie's personality and assign them their position using some info from this & this i guess~ and i'll just quickly assign myself and say... performance-wise i wanna be san. who doesn't want to idols slutting it out every second in their fancam? pls close your eyes then because you won't like me as an idol. i want to put edit-tiktok in a chokehold. personality-wise yeesh i dunno i don't think they would take me for this alone...... lol anyway did i write like WAAAAAY too much? no. could've written more. so much more. LOL i hope yall care for it~ xoxo

upcoming ... EIGHTEEZ MEMBERS!

HYUNG-LINE/CAPTAIN. [ helping hand ; guide ; respected ]

MICHI BBY, @cybrsan this wasn't a choice i had to think about longer than a second michi !!! i should honestly thank you every day for having been the helping hand that i needed to make that leap from tumblr newbie to turning into an even more unhinged hivemind of #horndogism by introducing me to the cromernet!!!! like you have a calm personality that could start a storm... (and this isn't me wanting to see waterbender!wooyoung lol) and as it goes for the position, i do see you taking in a generally nurturing and guiding role!! just helping out wherever you can fr and still maintaining your smile and warmness when your life is filled with other duties?? michi mother.

KALEM MAMA, @svintsandghosts would you give yourself the position of a leader?? uhhhh... i think you probably wouldn't lol. but i know you and i have seen you, and it has (and will hopefully!) always work out with you sat at the steering wheel soooo here you go babes. you have determination, responsibility and the lightheartedness that would make for a very dynamic group dynamic while still getting shit done FUCK YEAH!!!!!! (i also see you as the oldest member getting confused with the young sometimes lol)

BAI-BAI, @hwaightme i still revisit some of our conversations just to ground myself, btw. like those words coming out of you so naturally is so so awe-inspiring and i find myself feeling great comfort in the love you have for the world, people and those two combined into art. it's... yeah, it's amazing!!! i see you being the philosopher that plato wanted in his ideal nation, a philosopher who is so talented in thinking, creating and reflecting and- that's just you for me, bai. i can't say anything more or less than that;;

SKY BABES, @pocketjoong there is a big lack of interaction here for me to put you here i KNOW but anytime i read your messages in the cromernet dc it's like yes... that is our sky!!! that is our cromother!!!!! (portmanteau of cromernet and mother, yes) so so careful, so gentle, so compassionate with everyone!!!!!!! your sense for responsibility and the sensibility you have is like???? you are such a warm hug of a person and i hope you feel the same warmth back!!

DEMON LINE. [ captivating ; dual ; feral but tamable lol ]

LOVELYSSIE (ALYSSA), @kitten4sannie first of all, my alysstar~~ hope you like being called tamable~^^ LMAO okay getting that out of our way, uhhhhh would i give you san? after all the things we said about him...... maybe....? whwhwgwg but not for the reasons that won't keep us awake for 12 hours~ sooo i'm going to give you demon line because oohhh hobblebun, when you get immersed into the #wordcraft, it's like... you're in it. and that's for me what the demon line is all about!!! friendly, super super approachable, lovable even, and then it's like BAM. the guttiest, tingle-evoking, body-throbbing paragraph i've ever read in my entire life help. innocent filth? oh yeah your work is definitely not innocent just like san is not innocently humping the air and slapping ghost ass but once you're off the stage you're both little spoon and just in need of some good ol' praise hehe. come here you!!!!!!

ANNE PFANNE, @ssaboala surprised to see yourself here? hmmm maybe. i hope you are lol. soooo what i think is so interesting about your personality is like. how "loud" (as in rich (as in charakterstark)) it is but when it's like? comfortably loud. laid-back, but can still get feisty on you typa thing, tbh. like you know you're talking to ms. choi-pfanne when you text her or are texted by her lmao??? i think the same thing goes to show in your work tho!!! filled with so much personality, it's so fun to read, and of course your irl personality is the same, but with more authority (because of the amounts of times you told me to start writing hop hop lmao) anyway yeah you're here, in the demon line, whether you like it or not xoxo

CHUPS (CHIP), @jaehunnyy could've just given you maknae line but i think you got two sides to you that even though i've reached a very stable, constant state of sweetness i think there's something a bit feral in you. lol i mean this in the best way possible tho, of course. like you are my little baby, you fr awake some of my motherly instincts who just... so happens to want to bite her kid's ass when she's roguing out!!!! anyway yes my darling, you can be so feral and i adore you for it, i wouldn't trade it for anything else!! and also you'd rock the shit out of demon line as a dancer i think. lol

ZERDA HERZBLATT, @a1sh1teruu yeah i think i'm just putting the german-speaking ones in the demon-line, screw me for it. LMAO. but yeaah i think you got a duality that comes from... rather your thoughts? ideas? at least i was rather positively surprised to be explained all the things about your mingi-series and HEY it was amazing so keep on going with that you know!!! your personality is energetic and i love how you talk with anne and me LMAO!!!!!!!!

MAKNAE-LINE. [ clever ; playful ; deft ]

RIRI(ELLE), @dairyminki didn't wanna give you the honour of demon-line. no jk i actually don't think you are in the demon line because you're... not that feral. like OKAY you are feral with me but like. that's my responsibility. i think you are a sweetheart through and through!!! with just... a bit of slyness that you can't shake off. like we went from little sister-big sister to the #hornet, okay? like we're on the same page. LMAO okay what i mean by that is just the fun i have to talk with you, like you are such a joy to engage and chat with you<33 like helping you out on your work is so so enjoyable, pls never think that i could ever be bored of that it's just time that i don't have but WANT to have, fr. like if i could i'd spend all of my days reading your work with you xx

BABY NORA, @cheollipop i realize i have no better nickname (punch me in the guts for this) so i'll just use this one. forgive. uhh. is this me saying you have younger sibling energy through and through? yeah. that's exactly what i'm doing. like i could have given you demon-line for having those two distinct moods from time to time, buuuut i think for you, it's almost natural to be that way? like the "cheeriness" is still a part of you even tho you may claim it not to be. just my observation here tho. in general i just think that your personality is stable even if you think it's not and it's just cuteness all around, even in the playfulness lol xx

VENDETTARLING, @vforvendetta-dupe did i ever call you darling? i don't think so. but you are a darling, i hope you know that ^^. sooo, yeah, you give me younger sibling and the ones that need all the love at that!!!! and tbh i'm not complaining. i like the random conversation-starters as much as i love the conversations that follow right after and ahhh babes you are just a joy fr. thank you for providing me with dog-pics and your cuteness all around the clock !!! xx

BEE(BEE), @hanniebeesworld i think you were one of the first people to have sent me a dm and i'm so glad you were, beebee like whwgwhw you are so so so adorable i really needed your sweetness (pun intended) when first starting all of this;;;;!!!! i don't know where you have been~ hopefully enjoying your school~ your life~ but i really really adore you so much wow!!! hope you're always eating the sweetest of sweets and collect the most delicious memories in life, beebee!!!!!!!!!!

VISUAL-LINE. [ aesthetic ; composed ; harmonious ]

LILO BUN, @seonghwaddict did i make this category just 4 you? ppffftt, i won't tell....... (i did.) i know we haven't chatted in-depth a lot which we should def change (that's a threat) but i still wanted to tell you that i appreciate your personality and adore the way you articulate yourself (in your work specifically!!!) it's so precise, and i think this also goes for you off-tumblr<33 i think there's a lot of playfulness like LMAO don't get me wrong i don't think you're this cold, composed person, like not at all actually lol, just that you have something very loose and comforting about you!!! hope that's understandable lol what i mean is that your company is nice lilo xx

KO-ALA (KALA), @jeonride omg not me being so lost and not adding you immediately because i am texting you rn help you're here because your blog is so so pretty and i can just see you have an eye for detail and just so so lovely!!!?? like your energy is so pretty too? you have something very affectionate about you and it makes you very likeable <33 so much fun to talk with you!!!! i appreciate you a lot and HELLO the fanfic???? i will forever cherish it. making americanos and always thinking of hubby. thank you so much <33

[joelscruff]

before i jump to the obvious issue here ..

all my religious girlies who grew up in the church around excessively christian family and friends but have strayed away over the years and feel guilt whenever anything religious is brought up so you definitely had teary eyes during this chapter, raise your hands!!! i’m so reader coded… 😞 my moms name is fucking bethany!!!

okay now i’m all elated and my happy juices are floating around like dick sucking whoop whoop thigh riding whoop whoop AND BAM… EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

you know.. idk if this is a universal experience for all but i experienced this dynamic of inexperienced young woman and older man and bitch… the confusing ass stomach turning ass messages are SO real. like old men all text like joel and they have you fucking reeling for them one day and the next have you feel as if you’re just a little friend they feel obligated to text.

miss reader picking THAT bar … zzz i just knew it. i knew we we’re gonna see something we didn’t wanna see. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT DAYS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND BUT IM ON MY LAST LIMB HERE.

i’m just gonna pretend like she saw tommy n not joel but i know it’s not the TRUTH and the truth is that men are dirty nasty pieces of scum on the bottom of my shoe and i want joel miller to not be that but he still has a dick and balls so he is qualified to be an asshole!! all men suck. especially older men…

(but i’m still gonna lick and suck that mans little tummy and give him the ride of his life and any other fine old man that asks me)

thanks for killing us love 💕💕 hope your pillow was semi warm last night <3

it really makes me so happy when people talk abt how they relate a lot to reader and her relationship with religion. obv it breaks my heart that yall have gone through that shit and have had to deal w so much BUT i'm just glad my writing is able to be a comfort in some way 😭

older men do suck at communication!!!! this is true!!!!! i always make sure joel uses auto capitalization and proper grammar as well cause he's peepaw coded. he prob takes so long to text cause he can't even see his damn phone properly 💀💀

as for seeing tommy and not joel, a few people have actually been theorizing about this. v interesting thoughts. my lips remain sealed tho 😶 and i totally get being upset w joel right now cause like....OBVIOUSLY. YES. WE DONT LIKE SHADY ASS MEN. but i promise........things will be resolved 💖

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I’ve been thinking about a situation to make for a little bit. After finally using my head for like 5 minutes I’ve come up with something lol. So now introducing…..

Black!Reader X Baby Daddy! Gojo

P.S. this might have a whole lot of mistakes because I definitely didn’t proofread but I hope you still enjoy👍🏽

To offer some background information about you and Gojo you guys met at one of gojo’s parties. You were dancing in the pile of other people when you hear your favorite twerk song come on. Obviously you started twerking and getting all the way turned up. As you dance people began to make a circle around you when you feel someone behind you. At first you were gonna tell them off and move away until you turned around and seen who it was. Gojo Satoru. One of the most finest men you have ever seen in your entire life. You couldn’t believe he was right behind you catching all the ass you threw on him. He caught all of it too, grinding his hips along with you ass. Once you got tired of dancing you and Gojo began to get drinks from the bar and soon you went up to his room with him. Lets just say that Gojo had some of the best dick you’ve ever had. He man handled you and out you in so many positions that you thought you would pass out. The amount of stamina he had was insane and he definitely made that night memorable. Although his dick game was amazing and he was a gorgeous man you expected it to be nothing more than a one night stand. You didn’t think he would even remember you again so imagine your surprise when you received a text from Gojo a week later asking what you doing. As time went on you noticed that Gojo couldn’t seem to leave you alone, which had you a little confused considering how many women would beg just so they can give him head . He would always come to you no matter how many arguments yall got into, which was strange because yall wasn’t even together. That was until he came to your workplace with flowers and a diamond necklace and officially asked you to be his. Y’all’s relationship was perfect in the beginning, he would always by you whatever you wanted no matter how much it is. The sex yall had was just as perfect. He always made sure you were satisfied and he always made sure you came more than 4 times. Sometimes he even time himself just to see how many times he can make you come. Overtime things started to get rocky when you started to suspect him of cheating. Things soon got worse once you found out you was pregnant. With a baby on the way and a cheating boyfriend you were stressing girl. So you chose to do the best thing for you and your unborn baby and broke up with Gojo. To say you was heartbroken was an understatement and on top of that you was still in your early stages of pregnancy with no where to go. Gojo tried to woo you with many gifts, messages, and much more. As time went on and you repeated telling him your done with him he finally calmed down a bit. Just a bit.

Knowing all of that information that leads us to now. You had your beautiful baby girl and that just made Gojo have another excuse to see you.(no im not saying Gojo only cares about his daughter to see you🙄) Whenever he sees you his eyes light up. He obviously never got over you and he loves seeing your beautiful chocolate faces that looks that like his daughter’s. The amount of stuff he bought his baby girl was insane. He got almost everything in her room, which is filled with clothes, diapers, wipes, toys, and plushies. He literally cut off all his hoes the day you broke up with him and still haven’t contacted any of them. He misses you, your laugh, your hugs, your kisses, and obviously the sex. He hasn’t done anything with anybody not even a peck. He doesn’t even want touch anybody unless it’s you and his little girl. You’ve even took notice of how he’s changed once the baby was born. He takes it upon himself to spend the night with her but you know he just wanna be around.

“You gon let me sleep in the bed with you tonight beautiful?” Gojo asked you teasingly. “Boy fuck no you can take yo ass and lay on that couch” you said annoyed as you make your crying baby another bottle. Gojo takes the baby from you and rock her, calming her down. “Please baby you know that couch hurts my back and I know you miss me in your bed” Gojo says while taking the bottle from you to give to the baby. “You should’ve thought about that shit before you cheated on me Satoru”. You said rolling your eyes. Although you said it as a joke Gojo instantly got quiet and looked at the floor. You quickly noticed the mood change and looked up at him. Although he towers over you, you can see how sad he got. You took your now sleeping baby and went to go put her into her room. While putting her in her bed Gojo walked in and stood near the door. When you turned around and seen that tall skinny ass man staring straight into your soul you jumped up and put your hand over your chest in fear. “Damn Gojo you scared the shit out of me with yo ugly ass” you said quietly which made him chuckle. Yall both left her room and shut the door slowly to not make much noise and yall made yall way to the living room.

You and Gojo are watching a show on Netflix on the couch while he rubs your feet. He puts your feet down as you moan in annoyance and complain. “Why did you put my feet down that felt good” you complain as you look at him. You look into his eyes as he moves closer to you as grabs your hands. “Ew Gojo let me go you was just touching all on my feet” you joke. He doesn’t let go but instead holds your hands tighter. “I know you probably hate me for what I did but I just wanna let you know I’m sorry baby” he looks at you with his faced blushed red. You look away as you say “you can’t help it Gojo you’re a whore”. He laughs as you playfully roll your eyes and look at him. “On a serious note Gojo you weren’t ready for a relationship you definitely wasn’t ready for a baby” you said. “I know but I’m ready now, I wanna be with you and be here with our baby” he says as you shake your head. “Gojo I don’t believe that. Youll say something like that then cheat on me a week later”. “Not anymore you can check my phone whatever you want I haven’t even looked at another woman since you left me.” And checked that man phone you did. What you didn’t expect was to see nobody’s number in Gojo’s phone besides yours, Getou’s, Nanami’s, and his students. You looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow and looked back at your phone. “Ok maybe you don’t talk to other women for now but that don’t mean yo ass can come back to me and expect me to welcome you with open arms”. You said as you see him pout for a second but quickly smile again. “I know but can I at least hold you” he asked with his arms wide, waiting for you. “Fine but no funny shit Gojo”.

You don’t know how the FAWK you ended up in this situation but somehow Gojo is on top of you taking off your shirt seeing the baby blue bra you got on. “Wait Gojo don’t take it all the way off” you said squirming around trying to put it back on. “Why? You don’t want this?” He asked concerned. “I just don’t want you to see my stomach, I got big as hell from your damn daughter” you say. Although some parts of your comment was a joke you seriously haven’t felt as pretty since having your baby. “Baby I don’t care how big or how small you are you’ll forever be beautiful to me” Gojo says as he began kissing your neck. “You’re just saying that Gojo” you say moving you neck because of his kisses. “Let me show you my love.” Gojo helps you take off you shirt and pants which left you a little uncomfortable in your underwear. You try to cover up with your hands which did nothing but make Gojo swat your hands away. “Stop covering up your beautiful body baby” he says as he put your underwear down. “My god I’ve missed this so much pretty girl” “It seems like you’ve missed my vagina more than me” you laughed. “No but shes definitely been missed.” He said as he kisses your stomach. His kisses travel from your stomach to your thighs. “Gojo that tickles” you laugh as he continues. His lips ghost over you pussy which caused a gasp out of you. You moan as you feel him blow on your coochie which made you groan in annoyance. “Gojo stop teasing before I get the hell up” you say as he laughs. “Ok ok im sorry calm down” he said as he goes to work. When I say he ate. He ate. Your toes began to grip as your legs began to shake as you come for the third all because of this blue eyed boy between your legs. “Gojo please just fuck me now” you moan is he sure up. “You sure?” He ask “yes hurry up before my baby wake up” “our baby” “yea yea”. He flips you over and archs your back as he began to position his dick into you. “Don’t go too fast it’s been a long time” you say. He nods his head even though you can’t see him as he thrusts into you slowly. Apparently even him going slow is too much for you because you started to squirm and push your body forward, trying to get away from him. “Unt uh baby come back dont run from me” he says as he pushes his cock into you more. You moan and arch your back more as you stuff your face into your pillow. “Omg baby you look so beautiful like this” Gojo says as he speeds up a little bit. “Y-you can go faster” you say into your pillow. “What you say baby? I couldnt hear you” Gojo teases. “I said go faster Satoru” you say as you lift your head up. “Ughhh call me that again baby.” Gojo said as he speeds up . You moan his name again as you clench your pussy tighter around him. “Fuck baby you got so much tighter around me” You moan a little louder, mindful of yall newborn sleeping in the next room. “Gojo soon pulls your 4th, 5th and 6th orgasms out of you which quickly left you drained plus your baby began to cry. Gojo quickly got up to make sure his baby girl was ok which left you alone in your room. You didn’t want to admit it but you’ve missed Gojo in your room cuddling you to sleep. As you roll over to get comfortable you see Gojo come back into your and getting into your bed. “Who said you can sleep with me?” You ask jokingly which Gojo simply rolled his eyes at him. “ I did now go to sleep because we know you’re going to be sore in the morning.” He says confidently. You roll your eyes playfully and turn away from him. He pushed you back so he can cuddle you “you sure know how to lie I can’t believe I have a child with you” “ You know we always have another one” “Gojo take yo ass to bed before i kick you out my house” was all you said before falling to sleep.

The end~

P.S. yall did have another kid

I hope you guys enjoyed I know I took like a year break I just wasn’t in the headspace to write but I’m back and better so I’ll hopefully write way more. Also this was my first JJK so let me know how I did. You guys can also request if you want but bye love you guys🫶🏽