#like all thats left is the top of it and its done????

[motherforthefamicom]

holy shit the progress on the yoyle-needy has been going like. scarily well

[dubioushonour]

head in hands I have four days to get the next chapter of pales out

[gauntghoul]

stands up on a stool. i dont think it wld be wrong of kaeya to stand with khaenri'ah if it comes to the point where he has to choose. and i think fics that show ragbros reconciliation by kaeya affirming he wld never betray mondstadt both misunderstands kaeya and the whole reason The Fight went down, as well as like. the main plot of the game. LMFAO.

like khaenri'ah had flourished solely as humans, without needing or wanting a god, and so celestia wiped them out and cursed the few survivors. and no one in game who knows details about it views it as good.

the tsaritsa wants to set the world free frm celestia, bc she sees how corrupt they are. and isn't it a little odd how willing all of the archons are to basically hand their gnoses over to the fatui? because they all think the same. HELL, fontaines whole quest was abt focalors tricking celestia for hundreds of yrs. even zhongli, the oldest archon and who was lit there for the cataclysm retired his archinhood... leaving liyue without a god ... just like khaenri'ah was....

like! not only do i think it wld be fair for kaeya to side with khaenri'ah just based on his personal feelings frm being from there, but also lit everything in the plot is pointing to overthrowing celestia as being The Good Outcome so its like.... come on guys...

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[astranite]

Today I encountered The Horrors. 

(had to make a phone call and send an email I’d been putting off.)

(There are still more Horrors to come)

(whyyyyyyyyyyyy?????)

[heartyearning]

handsewing button holes through 6 layers of fabric is an unfortunately huge pain in the ass and tragically i have to do 18 of them

[wabblebees]

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[jukeydragon]

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[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[saturnxlust]

Age Gap

Van der linde gang x Fem!Reader

Dutch Van Der Linde

He def goes for younger girls

He looks like the type

You caught his eye with your outfits

Hes 44 but i feel like he wouldnt want a age gap over 10 years

If you got the courage to make the first move he would admire that about you

Definitely sweet talks you about being a smart girl

Lord the amount of praise this son of a bitch would give you could boost even arthur ego

Def a sugar daddy, before the events of black water

After he would try his best but he left most of his money behind in his old house

Arthur Morgan

He isnt that old but he def wouldnt go over 5 years

He finds it odd and repects his women too much

This is the man to go to if you want a sugar daddy

He will gladly spoil you with all the money he loots from dead O’driscols

He also gives out praise but thats just the man he is

If hes not complimenting you and how stunning you are 24/7 he feels like a awful person

He would so totally call you his “sweet baby” or “babydoll”

If you wear pink dresses he’d definitely be wrapped around your little finger

If not and your more of a streatwear person he’d loose his mind at low rise or cami tops

Again you’d have him wrapped around your finger immediately

John Marston

Hes definitely not old and would NOT go under 4 years😭

This guys only 26

Hes not a sugar daddy

Sorry babe

But he thinks your cute

He def likes girls with a attitude

Just look at abigal for christs sake

He was married to her😭

He would try to be good for you

Wanting to take you and run off into the sunset, but he couldnt leave dutch like that

Not after everything dutch had done for him

You would have to get along with jack to even be on johns radar (sorry🥲)

He wants you as soon as your motherly to jack

He talks to arthur about you

He calls you “sweet girl” and “doll” in that gravily voice

Hes incredible, really

Hosea Matthews

Okay well hes old😅

Def a sugar daddy

I mean have you seen him?

He goes for at least 10-12 years younger 😍

After bessie he really didnt think he’d fall in love again but when you came in twirling you hair and giggling he’d be a teenager all over again

You could ask him to shoot the man next to him for no reason and he’d do it

Hes quite literally wrapped around your finger

I say that because he would not leave you alone

Constantly holding you and treating you to gifts and fancy things

He once bought you a diamond necklace in saint denis

Whether you protested or not is up to you

He doesnt let you out of his sight and will not stop rambling to dutch about you

Dutch is too tired and crazy to deal with hosea and sends him your way to obsess over you😊

Sean MacGuire

The belief is hes mid 20’s so im gonna say 25

He definitely is like john and goes for 3 years younger

But i see him as the type to like older women cough cough mary cough

He likes the contrast of him being a stupid asshole and you being a sweet little thing

He trys his best with money but like john has very little so if he buys you something its usually something small

Though he never really feels accomplished after he gets you something small

So he saves for a long time and buys you something a little bigger like a silver necklace or a nice bracelet

His accent gets in the way of things sometimes but he will call you “sweet thing” though it sounds more like “sweet ting”😭

Love him though

Javier Escuella

Another baby of the gang🫶🫶

Hes 26 so he goes for the same range as john

He also doesnt have much money and buys you small things

But he makes it up by calling you endearing nick names

“Mi amor” “dulce nina” “Querida”

You get the point

“Ojalá pudiera comprarte más mi amor pero debes saber que esto es de mi corazón”

I love him sm

He would sugar daddy you if he could

Probably gets upset when he cant buy you things

If your family is rich he refuses your offers of giving him money

It doesnt feel right to have a sweet girl like you give him money when he should be the one providing

It gets him upset to see you want something he knows he cant afford

Has lowkey thought about robbing a very rich man cough cough braithwates cough to buy you things

When on the boat if you go with them he keeps an eye on you

Not liking the scene already, older predatory men being all around you made him extremely uncomfortable

He doesnt want to tell you what to do he always wants it to be your choice but it scares him that he cant really do anything to protect you

Though if it was dire enough he woukd throw the whole plan down the drain to cut open a older guy that got too power hungry and grabbed you

“No te lastimó, ¿verdad, querida?.”

Charles Smith

Hes not as young but doesnt go for under 5 years

Hes got some money to buy small things every now and again

He calls you “baby” and “little girl” alot no matter the age gap

It could only be a few months and he still would💔

He shows you how to hunt and stuff as bonding

He sees killing a deer together and bringing it back to pearson as romantic

But he still takes you on dates

When he can

Hes usually on watch duty as he is literally a unit of a man

This kid is huge

Around 6’6 and 240 pounds

Dwarfs even the biggest of guys, yes even arthur😭

Josiah Trelawny

Trelawny the man you are😍

Hes definitely rich

He has a house with his wife in saint denis

He is quite old so I imagine no more then 10 years difference

He calls you “darling” and “sweet girl” in that trans Atlantic accent

He definitely spoils you rotten

Only the best for his sweet girl

He takes a lot of time to take care of you as well

He doesnt spend time with the gang and only pops up when they need him for things like stealing from rich people

He never lets you pay

Are you kidding

He’d rather die then have you pay for something

Thats a little dramatic but i know he would never feel good about himself ever again if he got to a point where you had to pay

Like what do you mean he doesnt have enough money

No no darling put yours away papa trelawny will have a sweet little chat with the man trying to embarrass him infront of his woman

“YES I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY ARE YOU INSANE, no dear its okay you dont need to pay. BACK TO YOU DONT YOU EVER-“

Obviously there are ones i didnt put in here like micah, pearson, uncle, lenny ect. I dont know enough about them nor do i like most of them (except for lenny i love him sm)

[whxtedreams]

Forgetful Love

A Joel x reader birthday oneshot

Summary: she wasn't surprised that he forgot her birthday. Considering the weight he carried on his shoulders, it was a given that it would slip his mind. But she knew that Joel would make it up to her, as he always did.

Word Count: 3.1k

Tags: Birthdays, forgotten birthday, joel just trying to do his best, sad!joel, sarah and tommy mentioned, fluff, hiking trip, reader has she/her pronouns, third person POV

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Joel Miller has a very bad habit of forgetfulness.  

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he could not quite shake the inclination to forget important details. Whether it was a scheduled appointment, Sarah’s sleepover parties at his house, or even where he last left his keys, the man’s memory often failed him in the most inconvenient of moments.

His mind was constantly overloaded, buzzing with endless to-do lists and responsibilities. It was a never-ending whirlwind of tasks, each demanding his attention and care. No wonder he often forgot things—there was simply too much information swirling around in his head. She could see it in his eyes, could almost hear the gears in his mind grinding as he tried to juggle everything.

So really, she wasn't surprised that he forgot her birthday. Considering the weight he carried on his shoulders, it was a given that it would slip his mind. She understood that his forgetfulness wasn't done out of ignorance or indifference, but merely a result of being so caught up in the chaos and commotion of life.

The day was spent in the quiet haven of her kitchen, where music played softly in the background, filling the air with a soothing, familiar melody. The rich, sweet aroma of chocolate cake hung in the air and the taste of a cool, sweet, iced coffee on her tongue.

When the cake had cooled and iced, the turntable played static at the end of the record and the ice coffee turned warm, Joel texted.

A lot.

Joel: i am the worst person on earth Joel: sarah waited until NOW to remind me Joel: not that its her fault. thats all on me Joel: i fired her as my mini assistant BTW Joel: happy birthday Joel: im sorry Joel: i love you Joel: im coming over now

The texts from Joel, no matter when they arrived, brought a soft smile to her face. Whether it was at 12am this morning or as the clock ticked over to tomorrow, she couldn’t bring herself to feel upset.

She could picture the scene that more than likely unfolded in her mind. She imagined Sarah casually mentioning the forgotten day as Joel strolled through the door, his keys slipping from his fingers as he panicked. Then, a stream of swears escaping him as he frantically searched for his phone, only to realize it was still in his truck, where he had left it after a long day’s work. And to top it all off, his phone was, predictably, dead because he had forgotten to charge it… again.

She couldn’t help but chuckle as she thought about how the scenario was bound to play out. Deep down, she knew that forgetfulness and chaos were just a couple more quirks in the man she loved. That’s why she had already taken the initiative to order takeout, ensuring that even if the day didn’t start perfectly, it would at least end the way it should.

As she stood in front of the table, the evidence of her efforts laid out before her—the homemade cake and the take-out food neatly arranged and plated—she couldn't help but feel a mix of affection and amusement.

She took a quick photo and sent it to him in response to his texts.

*photo attached* Don’t stress!

Ten minutes after she had sent the picture, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the apartment. Joel had finally arrived and she could hear the soft shuffle of his feet as he made his way inside. She waited expectantly at the dining table and watched as he strode around the corner, flowers in hand.

Flowers from his garden.

He trudged towards the table, his shoulders drooped in a mix of defeat and disappointment. The bouquet of flowers in his hand sagged slightly as he approached, and he stopped just short of the table. His eyes met the food laid out before him. "I should have been the one to do all this for you," he mumbled, his frown deepened with guilt.

She attempted to ease his guilt; her voice soft as she spoke. "It's okay," she assured him, watching as he sank into the chair at the table. But she could see from the guilt-ridden expression on his face that he wasn’t convinced, his eyes downcast as he settled into his seat.

She gently took the bouquet from his hand and brought it to her face, inhaling deeply. The sweet, familiar scent filled her senses—a fragrance that reminded her of both him and his daughter. It was a warm, comforting smell, like a snapshot of their lives together. Smiling into the petals, she held the flowers close.

“These are really pretty.” She said.

“Sarah picked them, wrapped them up for you,” Joel's voice was soft as he spoke and just as her fingers traced the delicate petal of a flower, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a small box and placed it on the table, “even made you this.”

Her smile widened as she carefully opened the box, revealing the origami animals inside. One by one, she took them out. Her laughter filled the room as she admired each one. The origami creatures were a little wonky and uneven, but they were endearing in their imperfection.

“Can see she’s really taking those books I got her seriously.”

"Got a real talent for it. Everything she picks up, she does it perfectly.” As Joel spoke, his fingers fidgeted with the strap of his watch. A frown etched deep on his face.

Her intuition picked up on the nuance behind his words, and she couldn’t help but notice the undercurrent of comparison and self-criticism in his tone. It was clear to her that Joel struggled with feelings of inadequacy.

She placed the origami down beside the flowers and reached gently across the table, her hands enclosing his fidgeting ones. Her voice was soft and reassuring as she spoke, offering comfort and support. "She gets it from you," she said. "Her determination, her talents—they come from you. You've given her the building blocks to excel. You're not the failure you think you are, Joel."

“I forgot your birthday.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“I should have taken you out for dinner, bought you gifts and made you feel special. Instead you bought your own dinner and cooked your own damn birthday cake.” Joel let out a deep sigh, his eyes met hers as he pressed her hand to his lips and placed a gentle, tender kiss on her knuckles.

Her words were soft and sincere as she spoke, her eyes meeting his. "You always make me feel special. Just being here is enough." she confessed. A smile tugged at her lips as she added, "And let's be honest, I make a damn good cake. I would have done that anyway." The lightheartedness in her tone elicits a laugh from Joel, his head shook in amusement as he dropped her hand.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards; a tender smile formed as he looked at her.

He nodded, conceding to her words with a mock reluctance. "Yeah, alright," he huffed as his gaze shifted down to the spread of food laid out before him on the table.

As she stood to take the flowers into the kitchen, Joel continued, "I've cleared my plans for next weekend," he said, a note of excitement in his voice. "We're going to hit that hiking trail I've been talking about. It's got a real nice river and views."

She chuckled to herself as she filled a vase with water and placed the flowers inside, their vibrant colors adding warmth to the room. Hearing his mention of the weekend plans, she decided to tease him a little. "I actually already have plans," she called out from the kitchen.

As she returned to the dining table, carrying the vase of flowers in her hands, she noticed the disappointment etched onto Joel's face. His expression mirrored a mixture of surprise and a touch of hurt, realizing that she had other plans for the weekend.

Without him.

She set the vase of flowers down in the center of the table. Then, she took her seat across from him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, prolonging the anticipation. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze.

She began to dish their dinners and she smiled to herself as she spoke. "You see," she began, her tone lighthearted, "there's this guy who forgets everything under the sun." She paused, letting the words sink in as she met his gaze, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "I had a feeling he would forget today. That he'd be all mopey about it and try to make things up by taking me away for the weekend. So, I already planned to spend my weekend with him."

Joel's eyes settled on her and his smile radiated with adoration. The look on his face was almost reverent, his gaze softened with love and appreciation. The corners of his lips tugged upward and his heart felt fuller than ever before, grateful for her understanding and patience with him.

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked.

 Without hesitation, she responded, her voice filled with unwavering certainty.

"I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."

Hand in hand, Joel led the way as he guided her along the path. Her gaze, however, was fixed on the ground at her feet. He had teased her multiple times, telling her that she was missing out on the scenic views by looking down all the time. However, she couldn’t help it—the fear of tripping over a rock or root made her keep her focus on the ground.

He had helped her regain her balance each time, his hand steadied her as she stumbled. But by the fifth time, the teasing ceased. Replaced with a more protective, watchful gaze.

The afternoon sun was high, casting a warm glow over the landscape as they reached the river. The grass beneath their feet was soft and lush, and the tall trees provided a shady canopy overhead. The air was filled with the melodic tunes of birds, singing their hearts out, while playful rabbits darted amongst the colorful flowers.

She was at a loss for words, her eyes widened as she absorbed the breathtaking view around them. As he released her hand and continued walking, she stayed still for a moment, mesmerized by the natural beauty of their surroundings. It was only when he placed a blanket on the grass and began unloading food from his bag that she snapped out of her reverie, drawn to join him.

The sunlight glinted on his skin, and his eyes sparkled with mirth as he looked up at her, a wide smile stretched across his face. "I had to fight off Tommy this morning," he chuckled, a hint of playful exaggeration in his voice. "He came over hungover and drooled at the sight of all the food.”

She laughed and took her seat beside him. The contagious nature of his smile spread to her own lips.

They sat beside each other; their shoulders gently pressed together. Their conversations flowed easily against the backdrop of the rushing water and the gentle breeze. Their gazes danced back and forth between the flowing river and each other's eyes. An intimate atmosphere filled with stolen glances and warm smiles.

Joel's voice broke the comfortable silence as they strolled along the riverbank, stomachs full. "I really am sorry," he said, his eyes fixed on the water's edge as they walked together.

She moved closer to him, their fingers laced together as she gently nudged his shoulder with hers. A soft smile graced her lips as she hugged his arm. “I know." she said, her voice gentle and understanding. "But I was never upset with you."

“You should have been.”

“Would you have been upset if I forgot your birthday?” She asked.

“Well, no-”

Her voice was soft and comforting as she spoke, her cheek pressed against his arm, her gaze fixed on his face. "Then don’t stress yourself over it," she said, a gentle understanding smile played on her lips. "The only person who’s upset about you forgetting, is you."

His smile was subtle, barely visible on his lips as he nodded in acknowledgment of her words. There was a hint of relief in his eyes, as if a small burden had been lifted.

“I just want to do better by you.” He sighed, a shrug of his shoulders.

A buzz in her pocket grabbed her attention, pulling her gaze away from Joel and onto her phone. She pulled it out and stared down at the screen, her focus shifted from the man beside her to the message on her phone.

Sarah: Tried calling dad. Phone’s dead AGAIN. Got me thinking the two of you have fallen down a cliff or drowned or something. Sarah: also can you ask him to get juice on his way home PLEASE? Tommy drank it all

 She shook her head; a small huff of laughter escaped her lips as she glanced up at Joel.

Of course his phone was dead, she thought.

“How about we take small steps to being better, and I know just how to start you off.” She said as she poked his arm.

He hummed.

“And what would that be babe?”

“Charge your phone, Sarah thinks you’re dead.”

Joel cursed under his breath. His expression turned into a frown as he patted his pockets. He muttered that he must have left his phone back at the car.

Her lips curled into a smile as she stealthily lifted her phone and snapped a picture of Joel, capturing his grumpy expression as he searched for his missing phone.

She sent the photo to Sarah.

Here’s a photo of your very much alive dad realizing that not only is his phone dead, but back in the car. Sarah: He’ll never change Sarah: I love him.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she read Sarah's message. A pang of affection and adoration filled her chest as she gazed back at Joel, still on the quest to find his misplaced phone.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and reached out, taking hold of his hands. His grumbling continued like a low murmur in the background, the annoyance at having forgotten his phone still fresh in his mind. In response to his frustration, she gently but firmly gripped his hands, bringing his attention back to her.

Her voice was soft but firm as she told him, "I love you so much." She meant it with every fiber of her being. She loved his flaws, quirks, and imperfections with unwavering affection. She loved him completely, without reservation and with every ounce of her heart.

His response was sincere, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he replied, "I love you too." There was a visible shift in his demeanor as his shoulders relaxed, a weight lifted from the weight of his disappointment. He held her gaze, his own eyes met hers, and in that moment, she knew he saw the depth of her love reflected at him.

Despite his repeated forgetful blunders, no matter how many birthdays he managed to forget, she knew that as long as he loved her, she wouldn't hold it against him. She understood that his forgetfulness didn't diminish his feelings for her. In fact, his efforts to make it up to her only strengthened her belief in the depth of his love. It was a testament to their connection, a reminder that even if he weren't the perfect planner, his love was unshakable and unwavering.

She was sympathetic to his guilt and the weight of disappointment when he let others down. She knew how much he prioritized making the people in his life happy. That's why it was impossible for her to be upset with him. He was trying his best, and that counted for everything in her eyes. She understood his innate need to please others, and she would rather support and reassure him than hold his forgetfulness against him.

Because she loved him with everything.

And he, loved her more.

EXTRA

SARAH POV

Sarah had written the date on various notes and stuck them around the house where she knew he would see them. He didn’t see them, oblivious to them, actually. She thought sticking one on the coffee machine was the perfect place, but she should have known that her dad would miss his alarm again and end up getting a coffee on the way to work instead.

She had set an alarm to remind him in his phone too, only for his phone to be dead before he even left for work. 

She instead spent her Saturday picking flowers from their yard and bundled them into a bouquet for when her dad got home and began to freak out. She made little origami animals and left the box next to the flowers on the dining table and waited for her dad to get home.

He had come home that night, a deep sigh as he walked through the door. She didn’t need to see him to know what his face looked like when she called out it was his girlfriend’s birthday today. She heard him swear, heard his keys drop to the floor and the telltale sound of him patting his pockets to find his phone. She heard him swear again and then the front door opened and closed. She smiled to herself when he ran into the kitchen, mumbling that his phone is flat and asking her where a charger was as he digs through a bits and pieces bowl on the kitchen counter. Sarah casually held the charger in her hand and he thanked her five times. She pushed the present she made and the flowers and she could see the guilt in his face as he took them. He promised he would take her out for dinner and that movie she’s been nagging him to go see with her. 

She texted Tommy if he was free to hang out with her next weekend because she knew that her dad would take his girlfriend out for a weekend away– she had been purposefully talking about that hiking trail after all. 

And when her dad’s phone went straight to voicemail while he was away, she knew she should have found his phone and put it on charge for him. 

She didn’t mind doing any of this, they were a team after all.

Notes:

hehe it's my birthday, big old 24!

[tomssexdoll]

I'll be your paparazzi

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: When Y/N meets Tom at a meet and greet she slips him a piece of paper, when he opens it he finds her number with a red kiss stain. Later on when Y/N gets home she suddenly gets a call...

A/N: yes thats toms signature on her chest

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader,

Tom was a famous rockstar, he was the guitarist in his band Tokio Hotel. I had been a fan for years, going to all their concerts and buying every single item they released, cds, merch, dvds, you name it, I had it.

The only thing I'd never done was meet them, they were holding a meet and greet at one of the venues nearby my house, as soon as I checked their website, since I did it 5 times a day, and saw those tickets being sold I was quick to buy one.

As I waited in line my heart raced each time I got closer to Tom, he was first, the other guys standing beside him, signing multiple different things at once. When it finally came to my turn I couldn't help but smile like an idiot, a huge grin planted on my face.

"Hi Tom!" I squealed, I held out the new album they had produced, Humanoid. He chuckled at my excitement, quickly signing the album. "Oh before I go, could you do me a favour and sign my chest?" I smirked, unbuttoning the top part of my blouse and flaunting the skin.

He raised an eyebrow, smirking, "Ah, of course," he moved the sharpie to my skin, signing my chest with a flourish, his hand lingering on my chest for a moment, "there you go, sweetheart," he said, I slid him a small note, winking at him as I walked off to Gustav.

I watched as he opened the note, a grin forming on his face as he pocketed the note, returning to sign fans items. As the meet and greet ended I walked back home, the nights breeze cool against my skin. I couldn't believe I actually had a chance with the one and only Tom Kaulitz, even if I was just a quick fuck to him I'd be happy.

I quickly slipped inside my house, locking the door behind me and taking my coat off, smirking down at my signed chest. I bit my lip in anticipation, the thought of Tom actually calling me making my heart race.

Then, my phone suddenly started to ring, buzzing in my jean pocket. I quickly grabbed my phone, struggling to get it open with my shaky hands, an unknown number was calling and I knew it had to be him, I instantly picked up, "hello?" I said innocently, "Hey, its Tom. We met at the meet and greet, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink sometime," his voice low and sultry.

I smirked, "oh yeah? How about you come to my place now, I have loads of drinks," I giggled, "that's the kind of invitation I cant resist, I'll be there soon, sweetheart," he chuckled lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I quickly scrambled around my house, finding the sexiest outfit I could find. I settled on a cute cherry red dress with a leather jacket and long black boots. As soon as he arrived I practically ran to the door, greeting him with a smile.

"You look amazing," he shot me a wink, reaching out and grabbing my hand, planting a soft kiss. "What a gentlemen you are, hm?" I rolled my eyes playfully and invited him in, he was wearing a black leather jacket with some dark blue jeans, his cologne intoxicating.

"Come sit, I'll make you something to drink," I smiled, guiding him to the couch, "what would you like?" I looked over my shoulder, "just a whiskey and coke baby, nothing too complicated," he huffed, getting comfortable.

I grabbed the heavy bottle of jack daniels, pouring a generous amount and topping it off with cola, I moved to the wine cabinet and poured a glass for me before sitting next to him.

"You are gorgeous," he leaned in, brushing a stray hair from my face. "O..oh.." I stumbled over my words, his presence making me nervous. "Don't be nervous baby, it's just me..I won't bite.." he smirked, placing his drink down and kissing me gently, tasting the whiskey left over on his lips.

"God, you taste amazing," I smirked, deepening the kiss, his hands exploring my body. I slowly shifted into his lap, feeling his hands snake down to my ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

He forced his tongue in my mouth, grinding his hard cock against me, "god..you're driving me crazy.." he muttered, reaching up and tangling his fingers in my hair as he dominated the kiss. He broke away for a moment, panting heavily as he gazed into my eyes, "take everything off...I need you liebe.." he grunted, his voice rough with desire.

I instantly obeyed, taking my jacket off and teasingly slipping my dress straps slowly, watching as his hunger grew at the sight of my bare skin, the signature still on my chest above my boob.

I slid the dress off, leaving me in my lacey black bra and matching black thong, "fuck..you really wanted to impress me huh?" he chuckled, laying back and taking in all of my features.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined.." his breath hitched as he caressed my skin, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I reached behind me and cliped my bra off, my tits spilling out.

"Oh fuck.." I felt his erect cock press into my thigh, he reached out to touch me, his fingers gently caressing my nipples as he leans in to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting softly. I rolled my eyes back, the sensation of his tongue swirling around my sensitive buds addicting, my hands wrapped around his head, tugging at his braids.

"You like that, baby?" he smirked, I nodded slowly, throwing my head back as he grazed his teeth over my nipple. "How about you get on your knees and suck my cock, hm?" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

My eyes widened at his request, I'd never done that, the only experience I had was one guy fucking me, this was so embarassing..Being with a rockstar who was beyond experienced, yet having barely any experience myself.

"Uh...Tom.." I looked back at him, "hm? Having doubts?" he chuckled, caressing my ass, "no...it's just, I've never sucked cock before..." I bit my lip, waiting for him to make fun of me, but his eyes just softened, "oh..it's ok schatzi, I'll teach you," he said gently, "just get on your knees and I'll guide you," he instructed.

I nodded, sliding off his lap and onto the floor on my knees, I sat in between his thighs, looking up at him for guidance. "Okay, now take my pants off for me baby," he smiled gently. I unbuckled his belt, placing it to the side before sliding his jeans down, his cock straining against his grey boxers.

"Keep going.." he muttered, I sighed and slid his boxers down, his cock sprang out and slapped against his abdomen, my eyes widened at his size, how the fuck was I going to fit that in my mouth?

He chuckles and took my hand, guiding it to his cock, showing me how to stroke it, "now wrap your lips around the tip.." he groaned, pushing my head down. I hesitated but obliged, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, softly sucking, "ohhh baby.." he moaned lowly, murmuring words of encouragement and praise as I lowered my head onto his cock, "good girl..just like that," he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair once again.

He helps guide me as I take him deeper, showing me how to bob my head and use my hand to stroke the parts of his cock that didn't fit in my mouth. "Can you do it on your own now baby?" he mumbled, "yeah..I think so.." I muttered, trying to speak despite my mouth full of cock.

"Go ahead.." he smirked, watching as I lowered my head on his cock again, flattening my tongue on his cock, feeling the buldging veins. He lets out a low groan of pleasure as he watches me suck his cock, feeling my mouth move against him, he runs his fingers over my cheek, a signal for me to keep going.

I swirled my tongue around his tip everything I came up, his grip tightening every time on my hair, "mmm.." he moaned, his balls tightening. Without warning Tom suddenly pushed my head down deeper onto his cock, filling my mouth completely as he begins to fuck my face in earnest. He thrusts in and out of my mouth, holding onto the back of my head as he takes his pleasure from me.

"You like that, don't you schlampe..." he growled, continuing to fuck my mouth as he watches me writhe and squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying the power he holds over me.

I nodded, humming in response, saliva building around my mouth. He pushes his cock even deeper until he's almost to the point of making me gag, "mmmh! Can't take anymore!" I whined, holding onto his thigh.

"Shut up...take it.." he grunted, his grip on the back fo my head tightening as he thrusts harder into my mouth, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he fucks my face mercilessly, pulling at my hair.

"Gonna cum!" he yelped, slamming his cock into my throat, his balls slapping against my chin, beads of saliva dripping down my chin. "Ohhh fuck!" he gasped, shooting a load into my mouth, letting it seep down my throat.

He smirked, pulling his dick from my mouth, watching as a bit of his cum drips from my lips down to my chin, "swallow it all, now," he commanded, a satified sigh came out of his mouth as he saw my throat bob up and down.

"I'm not done with you.." he growled, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my pants down, along with my panties, around my ankles. I arched my back, flaunting my wet pussy to him.

"Oh fuck..wet already?" he chuckled, his fingers dug into my hips as he spreads my legs wider, his eyes locked on my dripping cunt. "I'll destroy this pussy before you know it..." I felt the couch dip behind me as he aligned his tip at my entrance, slowly pushing every inch in.

"Tom!" I gasped, his thick cock stretching me out, "take it...take it all.." he grunted, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting into me harshly, his hips slamming against my ass over and over as he fucks me with wild abandon.

Hr grunted, his cock throbbing inside of me as he fucks me hard and faster, his tip stabbing into my g spot and sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. "Ohhh fuck!" I gasped, desperatly gripping onto the couch

He chuckled, raising his hand and smacking my ass roughly, "you like that don't you? Being fucked rough and hard like this.." he whispered in my ear, pounding his cock into my needy cunt.

"Mm, yes I love it!" I cried out, rolling my eyes back as the pleasure rose, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gets lost in the moment, completely drunk off of my pussy, "fuck, you're so fucking good.." he growled, enjoying the way I reponded to his rough treatment.

I felt tension begin to form in my stomach, signalling my impending release, his fingers dug deep into my hips, leaving bruises behind. "You're gonna cum on this fucking cock..." he groaned, moving his hand down to my breast, fiddling with my nipples with his fingers, rubbing them in between his thumb and index finger.

"Ohhh fuck!" I whined, feeling myself get closer and closer, his thrusts never faltering, only getting harder. His hips slapping against my ass with a loud smack, his other hand reaching down to my clit as he starts to furiously rub rough circles on it.

"Cum baby..let go for me.." he growled, his fingers moving in quick tight circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm. "Fuck!" I squealed, my walls clenching around his cock, he started to rub my clit faster, savouring the feeling of my cunt tightly wrapped around his shaft.

With one last hard thrust I came, my orgasm coming in shock waves as my juices spilled down his cock, "shit!" he quickly pulled out, spilling his cum onto my ass, watching it in awe.

"Fuck..." I panted, Tom grabbed a tissue and wiped us both down, laying behind me as I collapsed on the couch, he gently caressed my curves, looking down at me, "I think I should bring you on our tours, I can't get enough of you," he chuckled, leaning down and kissing me softly.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsmealaiah @kaulitzsbabyy

tags: @ballhair @kaulitzswhxre @cosmicck

tags: @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @tomsonlyslut

tags: @20doozers @ella1289 @miyukafujii

[paiges-1vur]

pt. 1. | from across the crowd.. as always, enjoy loves <3 *prologue posted* 🏀⚡️🪩

“what.. you guys, why are you all looking at me like that!” my words led to only more strange looks. my friends all sat around me, mouths open. “tiff. oh my gosh. are you joking!” my friends all start bombarding me with insults and “i can’t believe you’s”

i seriously had no clue this girl even existed until my friends had shown me her.. ten minutes before the game started. while i didn’t even know of her existence, my friends seemed to know her whole life story.

“okay guys but should i put it on?” i ask the group around me. i mean, i was genuinely cold. i had goosebumps forming on my arms and legs from how cold it was in the stadium. i should have noticed something was off when i left my apartment and nobody else was in going out clothes.

my closest friend madisen, who also seemed to know the most about paige encouraged me to put it on. “she wouldn’t have given it to you if she didn’t want you to wear it.. right?” she says shrugging. i slowly pull the hoodie over my head, immediately feeling warmed up.

the hoodie says uconn basketball on it, and has paiges number and last name on it. im immediately flooded by her scent. she smells… really good. like a mix of musk, wood, and smoke. as the rest of the game plays out all i can think about is the fact that i’m wearing her hoodie. i didn’t want the moment to ever end. but it unfortunately did when the buzzer sounded and Uconn was announced the winner.

me and my friends decided to stick around after the game for a little while. they got up to throw out our trash, and empty drink cans while i tried to find paige. i wanted to thank her for lending me her hoodie. its the least i could have done.

as i get up to search for paige, i see her walk out of the locker room.. and walking up to me. she was smiling, standing in front of me, practically towering over me. to be fair, i am 4’11 but that is only due to terrible genetics, and a very short mother. “hey” is all she says, but its enough to make my heart beat faster.

“hey, your name is… paige right?” i say to her smiling innocently, pausing before saying her name, not sure if i had remembered it totally correctly. honestly i could forget my own name right now if she asked me for it. she laughs slightly before responding, “yea thats my name, you remember me?”

I try to play it cool. “well my friends wouldnt shut up about you the whole game” i say laughing. “i didnt even know who you were before i got here.. well they dragged me here, and then almost killed me when i didnt know who you were. long story” i say, trying to explain the crazy night i’ve had. she laughed harder than me, surprised at my confession. “oh.. so you’re telling me you just showed up here, not even knowing who i was?”

im slightly embarrassed, and i hope its not showing on my cheeks. “well.. I’ve never been a fan of basketball, so my friends knew i wouldnt come to the game. they told me we were going out to the bars tonight, and dragged me here. that’s why i was wearing such a… revealing outfit before you gave me your hoodie. bad outfit planning on my part. and yea to be honest i had never heard of you in my life” I try to explain clearly, but I’m not even sure if i believe this all happened in one night.

“oh, wow so you really had no idea who i was?” she sounds almost surprised at this fact. “no.. not really, why?” I say, a slight bit confused. i wonder if i should have known her.

“oh, here’s your hoodie, by the way” i say, pulling it off and folding it into my hands. im now left in ny old outfit. my jean mini skirt and Uconn tank top leave quite frankly, little to the imagination. im not very proud of how i look in this moment, but the least i can do is give paige her hoodie back. “nah, don’t worry about it you can keep it. you look..” her eyes roam my body quickly, “cold anyway. and it looks better on you than me.” i smile at her and slip it back on. the hoodie reaches my mid thigh, its so oversized. “thank you so much- again im so sorry i didn’t know the stadiums were so.. cold oh my gosh.” i say laughing.

she laughs too, looking down at me and smiling. she bites her lip, like shes thinking hard about something before she speaks again. “can i, ask you a question?” im suddenly intrigued why paige bueckers would want to ask me a question but i bite. “yea sure, go ahead.” i say smiling at her, awaiting her next words.

“you probably have a boyfriend.. right?”

[wileys-russo]

camp champ II n.charles x reader

had lots of reqs for some niamhy content so here we have a lil bit of angst and a lil bit of softness camp champ II n.charles x reader

"your missus is out of control man." you looked up from your book with an amused smile as ella collapsed into the bean bag beside you with an annoyed huff. "whats she done then?" you chuckled raising an eyebrow and snapping your book closed.

"she is refusing to get off the table tennis unless someone beats her and her ego's the size of australia!" ella groaned dragging her hands down her face, her head moving to thump into your lap.

you were all at base camp in the central coast of australia, riding out the high of your first win in the knock out rounds of the world cup. you had tomorrow off so most of the girls had made plans to spend the day together, almost the whole team staying up late still riddled with adrenaline from the victory.

"go sort her out, please!" ella begged, throwing her hands up into the air as alessia joined the two of you, annoyed scowl on her face. "niamh?" you asked, wincing as alessia nodded frantically, frown deepening as she crossed her arms.

"she smacked me with the paddle!" alessia accused, ella moving off of you to lay on top of her now as the two of them looked to you expectantly. "y/l/n!" you looked behind you before you could even say another word, millie, rachel and hempo all charging over now.

"mate your girlfrie-" rachel started angrily as you held up a hand, silencing their chatter. "yeah yeah, i'll sort her out." you sighed, having wanted to get a good start on your book tonight with niamhs attention elsewhere but clearly that was off the cards, your girlfriend apparently unable to be left alone without supervision.

"she's relentless!" "she's a bully man!" "she's annoyingly good at table tennis." "she's not even that good she just hits the shit out of it!" "i'd like to smack the shit out of her!"

"okay okay! i'm goin." you rolled your eyes as all five girls continued to talk at you, waving them off as they all sat together, your book tucked under your arm as you left, heading down toward the rec room.

as you entered the sight before you had you sighing, shaking your head unsurprised.

a few of your friends seemed to be lined up waiting for their turn, esme stepping up with a hesitant look and asking your girlfriend to go easy, niamhs smirk only growing as she sarcastically agreed.

you winced as esme served and niamh smashed the ball back, the blonde darting out of the way with a yelp, dropping her paddle to the floor as niamh cheered, pumping her fists.

she clearly couldn't but you quickly picked up the tense vibe in the room, the unimpressed scowls and closed off body language of your team mates even further proving the point the brunette was doing a tremendous job of isolating herself with her cockiness.

"niamhy." you approached the table, not missing the way esme sighed in relief at the sight of you and a few of your team mates mumbled to one another. "mm?" the girl didn't even look at you, instead egging esme on to serve.

"think its time we head up babe, its gettin late." you tried, a few of the girls backing you up as niamh waved it off. "nah i'll be up later. i'm on a winning streak, the camp champ is on a roll!” the older girl smirked happily as esme hesitantly served, niamh once again smashing it back at her as this time she attempted to hit it back but it went sailing into the net.

"niamhy come on, let someone else have a go now." you sighed, feeling as though you were scolding a greedy child rather than your fully grown twenty four year old girlfriend.

"thats not the rules love, if someone beats me they take my place. and so far they're a bunch of losers!" niamh grinned, again missing the unimpressed eye rolls of your friends, a couple more of the girls giving up with a mumble and wandering off.

"niamh you're acting like a five year old. you've been at this for hours now, share!" you rolled your eyes, the brunette finally meeting your gaze as you raised your eyebrows. "fine. you beat me, i give up and we go to bed." she challenged with a smirk, esme very happily offering you her paddle.

"go on, shut her up for once please!" jess all but begged quietly beside you as niamh shot her a look before her eyes returned to you as you sighed. "mind this please." you mumbled to esme, trading her your book for her paddle as her body all but crumpled in relief.

"hey! wheres my support?" your girlfriend scowled as the girls all cheered for you, again missing out on the fact she'd clearly rubbed them all the wrong way tonight as you tossed her the ball.

"i'll go easy on you baby." niamh smiled charmingly, twirling the ball inbetween her fingers as you rolled your eyes and gestured for her to serve.

true to her word she hit it with a hell of lot less force than she'd been whacking it at the rest of the girls tonight and the two of you got into a rally, attracting the attention of a few more members of the team.

niamhs frown deepened as again they all cheered you on, and you recognized the competitive look shift into her features as you took advantage of her slight dip in attention and managed to score a point.

"niamh." you warned as she huffed, readying for the serve. ignoring you she sent it your way with some force, your arm only just able to shoot out and make contact as the ball went skidding off beside you, smile now returning to her face as georgia handed you the ball back.

"hurry up!" the defender moaned impatiently as your eyes narrowed, rolling your shoulders and serving, again the two of you getting into a rally before your girlfriend smashed it and you ducked as it bounced over your head.

"steady on!" you scoffed with a glare as the brunette shrugged. "can't handle playing with the big girls then hand the paddle over babe." she smirked, infuriatingly attractive as she did but you refused to be enamored by her tonight.

"pardon?" you gave her a chance to apologize, a few of the girls whistling and pulling faces. "your serve." she grinned, bouncing the ball back to you as you rolled your eyes. "take it easy, this isn't the olympics."

"if it were i'd already be top of the podium with the gold."

you only sighed at her cockiness, serving to her and not even getting the chance for a rally as niamh's arm swung back and she connected with the ball, sending it hurtling into your cheek with a smack

you dropped the paddle and clutched your face with a hiss of pain as a couple of the girls hurried over to look you over with concerned frowns, a nasty red welt already forming as your girlfriend looked on in shock.

"niamh louise charles!" you roared angrily as she dropped the paddle to the floor, eyes filled with fear as your team mates parted not wanting to be in your way. "go!" you ordered pointing to the door as her head dropped and she sulked off, dragging her feet.

"fucking thank you!" lucy groaned in relief, taking her place as esme and jess fussed over you. "ill be fine, just a nice little shiner tomorrow." you sighed with a pained smile, collecting your book from the tall blonde and wishing her and jess goodnight, hugging a few of the girls on your way out.

it didn't surprise you to not find niamh waiting anywhere for you, the girl clearly having run away in fear after her actions, likely already practicing her apology in your shared room.

"woah what the hells happened to you?" millie and mary ducked into the elevator after you, headed up to their own rooms as millie grabbed your face turning it side to side. "niamh!" you huffed with a scowl.

"she hit you?" mary spat in disbelief, fists clenching by her sides. "yeah with the fucking table tennis ball!" you frowned as the goalkeeper let out a small sigh of relief and you pushed away millies large hands.

"are we still on for tomorrow?" you asked changing the subject, not missing the look shared between the two older girls as the elevator stopped on their floor first.

"not tomorrow, we all need a niamh break she's been insufferable with her bloody table tennis and her attitude!" millie answered as the two of them stepped out and you stopped the door with your foot.

"what! why am i being punished for that?" you frowned as mary squeezed your cheek apologetically. "guilty by association. where you go, she goes. sorry!" and with that they were off toward their own rooms ignoring your calls after them.

your mood now somehow worse with your girlfriend having no idea what was coming to her you brooded silently in the elevator, marching to your room as the doors opened.

sure enough as you stepped inside her head snapped up, having already changed into more comfier clothes. she opened her mouth to speak but you didn't give her the chance, and she winced as the bathroom door slammed shut.

a hot shower helped to ease your anger a little, annoyed not only at the stinging tenderness of your cheek but also that your plans for your day off tomorrow had been tanked for a reason you couldn't even help or control.

normally had you stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel the taller girl would be on you within a second, showering you with cheesy compliments and attacking your lips feverishly with hers.

but you were instead met with a tense silence as you hunted about in your case for clothes, slipping on a pair of nike shorts and a large faded harley davidson tee you'd worn to death and back, always stealing it back from niamh whose closet it just so happened to accidentally appear in.

you felt a tap on your shoulder as you grabbed out your hair brush, glancing over to see your girlfriend offering you up her favorite hoodie with a hopeful look, you not having spent a single night all tournament not sleeping in it.

which is why she realized just how badly she'd messed up as you turned back around wordlessly, grabbing a jumper of your own and slipping it on, ignoring her completely.

as you brushed out the tangles in your hair you made your way around to the other bed, neatly made and so far untouched, you and your girlfriend having only slept together in the other bed which niamh was currently perched on.

you pulled back the covers cringing silently at the unrustled sheets but getting in none the less, punching your pillow a few times to soften it up and getting comfortable, placing your brush down on the bedside table.

your back now facing her niamh sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as you busied yourself with your phone, still ignoring her completely not having said a word since you'd entered the room around an hour ago, and it was killing her.

she waited a few more minutes, ticking things over in her head and going to use the toilet, flicking off the light sending the room into a dim darkness, only illuminated by the lamp on her side and the blue light of your phone.

you weren't surprised to feel the bed dip behind you, an all too familiar hand landing hesitantly on your side. "baby-" she started softly as you pushed her hand away with a huff. "i think i'd rather you yell at me and bite my head off than ignore me much longer." niamh admitted honestly with a frown as you resisted the urge to meet her eyes.

"which is exactly why i have been ignoring you." you mumbled, the defender perking up just slightly at the sound of your voice. "baby, beautiful girl, love of my life, keeper of my heart, owner of-" she started to grovel, eyes boring a hole in the back of your head.

"this is one situation that cheap flattery and cute nicknames will not get out out of charles." you warned sharply as her words fell short and she sighed.

"love i am so so sorry i got carried away. i lost my head and i was an arrogant cocky idiot, and unfortunately you were the collateral and i can't apologise enough. please!" she apologised with hopeful eyes as you sighed, dropping your phone onto the table and turning onto your back.

"thats one word for it!" you pointed to your cheek, finally meeting her gaze as the taller girl winced. "i'm so sorry baby, really. i can't say it enough!" she mumbled, leaning down to gently grab your chin, turning your head slightly and inspecing the fast forming bruise.

you stayed silent as she pressed a few very cautious kisses to the tender skin, running over it with her thumb as her eyebrows knitted together into a concerned frown. "if its still sore tomorrow i'm taking you to the medics to get it looked at." she stated more than asked.

"mary thought you hit me." you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as niamh's eyes widened in shock. "what? i would never ever! does she still think that? oh my god she's going to kill me." the defender squeaked in sheer terror as a small smile formed on your face.

"no i told her the only thing you assaulted me with was a stupid plastic ball." you sighed as she breathed out in relief, continually muttering her gratitude. "but your behaviour means i am now suffering the consequences in more ways than one!" you sat up a little more and fixed her with a glare.

"what'd ya mean love?" she frowned confused at your words. "you may been too thick to have picked up on it but your little i'm a superstar at table tennis routine has ruffled a lot of feathers niamhy, you have made some friends turn into enemies!" you warned seriously, poking at her shoulder.

"maybe i have been a little bit much." she admitted quietly with a sheepish wince and you only hummed. "and now because of that no one will let me hang out with them tomorrow because they all need and i quote 'a niamh break'." you bent your fingers sarcastically as her eyes widened.

"a what?" "yeah! i had plans and now they're ruined and its all your fault. dickhead!" you kicked her lightly from under the covers with a huff.

"m'sorry baby." she apologized sincerely, opening her arms hopefully as you hesitated for a moment before giving in with a sigh, shuffling over and melting into them.

you breathed in the scent of her body wash feeling a familiar sense of calm settle over you as she squeezed you tightly, laying the two of you back down as you got properly comfortable, your head tucked into her neck.

"how about instead i take you on a date tomorrow? a proper one. i'll organise everything!" she asked softly, glancing down at you hopefully as you nodded. "i think thats the least you can do. and you'll apologise to all of the girls at breakfast tomorrow!" you warned as she eagerly agreed.

"i promise i'll fix everything tomorrow and take you on the best australian date you'll ever have. may i have a kiss now please?" she asked with a small pout as you rolled your eyes, lifting your chin up as she met your mouth halfway.

the last few drops of your animosity and anger toward the defender melted away at the blissful feeling of her lips moving against yours, her hands on the small of your back flushing your bodies as close together as she could as you hooked one leg over her hips, moving on top of her.

the brunette sighed happily as you straddled her, tangling your hands in her hair and scratching at her scalp sending a slight shiver down her spine as her own hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging in and likely leaving a small bruise as she swiped her tongue across your bottom lip quickly taking control of the kiss.

now you sighed in pleasure as her tongue roamed your mouth, hands moving your hips to rock against her slightly as your forehead pressed to her shoulder and she broke the kiss, lips focusing now on your neck as one hand moved to brush your hair out of the way and nudging your head to the side giving her a little more room to work with.

“baby i’m so sorry but can we please move to the other bed? this is so stiff and weird it’s killing me!” she broke away with a guilty smile as you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, unable to disagree as the two of you quickly moved back into your regular bed, taking up your normal positions.

“cuddles and back scratches please baby.” niamh requested tiredly after she’d flicked off the lamp, shuffling her taller body around to press into you just how she liked making you smile.

“back scratches.” she mumbled again, taking your hand and dropping it on her back as she pressed a few lazy kisses to your jaw, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as your nails raked gently up and down her back.

“my needy niamhy.” you teased softly, affectionally kissing her forehead as she whined, pinching your leg for the nickname, eyes already squeezed shut and you knew it wasn’t long before she’d drift off, having done this little routine with her for years now.

“stop teasing me, i just love you and i wanna be all up and close to you.” she grumbled grumpily, squeezing you tightly to prove her point.

“sorry baby. camp champ just needs her cuddles, hm?”

[vnti-vntiety-recs]

Can you do Yeosang x reader smut where Yunho walks in on member squirting on Yeosangs face and joins in on fucking her?

done! hope you like it ngl yall wore me out on these yeosang fics so its more yunho driven Ψ(￣∀￣)Ψ

Unprotected sex, facial, threesome, mature, MDNI

Yunho walks in on Yeosang and Reader (M) ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Yunho just wanted his charger. He usually made an effort to give you and Yeosang space when you visited the dorm. Typically, he would either hang out in the living room or go out for a while, but today was meant to be a relaxed day. Instead, he found himself stuck in the living room, staring at the ceiling because his phone had died.

He tried to hold out, but after about 30 minutes of fresh air and touching grass, he realized he had reached his limit. He needed to go back to scrolling. He was NOT an iPad baby, despite what the other members said!

He eased down the hallway, a smile spreading across his face at the thought of finally being able to play that mobile game he was obsessed with again once he got his charger. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t think twice about opening his room door without knocking. 

Big mistake… or perhaps it was a lucky break?

There was his charger, plugged into the wall just as he had left it, and there you were.

You were kneeling over Yeosang, squirming to get away from his mouth as he held you down on top of him, practically smothering himself. Yunho had never wanted to switch places with someone so bad in his life. 

“Yeosang, if you don't let me go, I'll make a mess.” You whine

Yeosang says something but Yunho can't make it out and he's positive you can't either. What he does hear is the way Yeosang sloppily sucks at your clit. Yunho is glued to his spot by the door; he doesn't even realize he's been palming himself this entire time, getting off on your noises.

“FUCK!” You cover your mouth to stifle your scream as you squirt all over Yeosang's face, juices dripping down his chin lewdly.

Yunho lets out a shaky breath and bites his lip as he squeezes himself through his sweats. 

Yeosang finally lets you go and you tumble to the mattress beside him. Yeosang sits up and wipes at his mouth, then hes locking eyes with Yunho.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks voice even. Yunhos is not sure if thats a good thing or not.

“I was looking for my charger,” Yunho says awkwardly.

You were lying on your stomach, and as you lazily looked over your shoulder at him, he visibly shuddered.

"You cold, Yunho?" you say, letting a sultry drawl slip into your voice. "I'm sure Yeosang wouldn't mind if I kept you warm."

Yunho's eyebrows practically shot off his face at your statement, a look of surprise widening his eyes. He hadn’t realized you would be so bold. "I—uh, wait, you guys actually get down like that?" he stammered, flustered by the implication. The playful glint in your eyes only made him more flustered.

He looks over at Yeosang, who still has that unreadable expression on his face. 

“Maybe, maybe not?” You tease. “What do you think, Sangie? Can I play with Yunho today?”

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Yunho glanced over at Yeosang, who still wore that unreadable expression, making him even more anxious. You leaned in closer, your voice teasing as you asked, “Maybe, maybe not? What do you think, Sangie? Can I play with Yunho today?” 

Yeosang's lips twitched into a small smirk, but he remained noncommittal. "Well, that depends on whether you can handle him," he replied coolly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Yunho’s heart raced at the playful tension between you three.

The smile that spreads across your lips is almost Cheshire-like, wide and playful, filled with a hint of mischief. "Oh, I can definitely handle him," you said, glancing back at Yunho, who was still blushing, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief. 

Yeosang raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Is that so? You might just have to prove it," he teased, enjoying the banter. Yunho swallowed hard, caught between wanting to play along and the sheer embarrassment of your boldness. 

“Well Yunho? You gonna stand there all day?”

In two long strides, Yunho was beside you, kneeling on the bed. He looked at Yeosang one more time for approval, and when Yeosang gave him a nod, Yunho was all over you. You turned around, and when your lips met in a rush of passion, it was electrifying and messy. Yunho could hardly get his clothes off fast enough. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head before casting it away like nothing. His breath caught in his throat when he noticed Yeosang had quickly stolen your lips from him, diving into a kiss that mirrored the wildness of the moment.

A frown of playful frustration crossed Yunho's face, but he didn't let it deter him. Instead, he simply found a different spot to attach his lips to—trailing kisses along your neck and down to your shoulder, each kiss igniting a fire that you felt deep in your stomach.

You pull back from Yeosang, turning your attention back to Yunho. You snake a hand down Yunhos front until you grip him firmly between your fingers. You give him a few lazy strokes and you look him in the eyes. “You know how to use it, right?” you ask.

Yunho nodded, feeling a mix of confusion and exhilaration. He could hardly keep up with what was happening; one moment he was simply coming to grab his charger, and the next, he found himself sprawled on the bed next to his roommate and his girlfriend. The whirlwind of events left him breathless, the reality of the situation washing over him in a dizzying rush.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You prop yourself on your hands and knees, front-facing Yeosang, while you wave your tail at Yunho. “Fuck me”

Yunho counts his lucky stars and sucks in a breath. He lines himself up against your wetness and you take Yeoasngs length in your hand and bring it to your lips. In fluid movement, Yunho was pressing into you. So deep you could feel him in your stomach. You would have gotten lost in your pleasure if it wasn't for Yeosang's rough hand reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair He pulls until you look up at him. “Open your mouth” His command comes out chilling and you comply immediately. 

Once he's inside your mouth, he's satisfied; he lets go of your hair, allowing you to set your own pace. Behind you, Yunho has a grip on your shoulder, pushing you down onto Yeosang as he fucks you roughly from behind. You almost choke with how much of him you were taking down your throat but you focus on breathing through your nose and suck him as best as you can. You can tell Yeosangs close by the way he softly thrusts up into your mouth eagerly. Yunho finally lets go of your shoulder. He's pulling you back against him full force now as he chases his orgarm. You moan shamlessly, muffled against Yeosang's cock. 

Yeosang pushes you up and cums on your face unexpectedly. You stroke him through it as best as you could until Yunhos deep strokes are driving you forward and you face plant into his lap. Your orgasm approaches fast and your cumming again. Your cunt is tight against Yunhos length, driving him crazy and he pulls out, spilling over your back.

You all caught your breath, heaving in deep, desperate gasps as the intensity of the moment began to settle. Then finally Yeosang moves. He goes to grab a warm towel and helps clean you up. Yunho awkwardly gets dressed and you send him a resuring smile. “This was fun. Let's not make it awkward,” you laugh lightly.

"Right,” he says shyly, scratching the back of his neck as he tries to shake off the lingering tension. Yeosang, ever the diligent one, takes a moment to change his sheets Yunho looks over to his side of the room, eyes searching.

He grabs his charger and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

[sturniolo04]

Caught- All

Bf!Nate x Brother!Matt x Brother!Nick x Brother!Chris x Sls!Fem!Reader

Where do we even begin, It basically started in high school, you were always living in the shadow of your older brothers Nick, Mat, and Chris but they always made sure it didn't feel like that especially when you started highschool. Nate was both your brothers best friend as well as yours, you guys practically grew up together and if you where being honest you always had a crush on him and thought he was super cute considering you always spent time with him because he was always around your brothers for hockey.

Junior year of highschool is when it all started though. All the sneaking around behind your brothers back dating your brothers best friend. You would have told them that you two were dating if they didn't tell you, due to their overprotectiveness, you shouldn't date right now because they think you are too young so god forbid you tell them you are dating your guys family best friend out of all things.

"what's good nate how have you been"

matt greets him as you slowly made your way to the kitchen area where they all were hanging out.

"good hey Soph"

he greets you subtly which was completely normal.

"hey goofball"

you giggle ruffling his hair his hair is so soft.

"you guys want to go to get Mcdonalds or something"

chris suggests

"actually we should go to the rink to get some practice in what do you think"

matt asks the group even though Nick and you would be going for the pure fun of it.

"fine by me"

nick shrugs finally averting his attention away from his phone.

"sounds good im going to the bathroom before we go"

you slyly state making your way to the bathroom upstairs since your room is upstairs.

"thats a good idea i also forgot my hat in matt's roomso I will grab that before I get'

he makes up to head upstairs with you.

You finally make it upstair with nate following you as you two moved into the bathroom to close the door behind you both so you wouldn't risk getting caught by your brothers.

'hey"

he casually says as you sit on top of the bathroom counter as he places his hands on your thigh sporting a pair of black leggings with the fresh love hoodie that he actually left in matt's room yesterday.

"hi youre hair looks really good today"

you compliment him running your hands quickly through fixing the strays and out place hairs in the process, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips.

By this time you guys were only a couple months into your relationship and Nate was a year older than you which your weirdly enough liked and adore about your guys relationship.

"okay lets go before matt or chris come up here wondering where we are"

he states as his hands have moved to a comfortable to spot on your hips as you two got distracted with sharing a continuous passionate kiss.

"ugh fine"

you groan as you place one last kiss on his lips as he helps you down the countertop.

"what the fuck took you two so long"

nick complains as you two climb into the back of the van.

" i was helping him find his hat"

you shrug

"did you guys find it"

chris asks.

"no i have no idea where it is maybe it is back at my house and I'm tripping"

Nate adds on.

The whole ride to the rink was filled with sly thigh grabs from Nate and a couple of sly cute whispers in my ear making you giggle and blush at the simplicity of it. once you guys arrived at the rink nate had practically ditch your brothers and was doing his own thing with you on the ice.

"yo nate you want to play two v two "

matt shouts across the ice as you guys are at the other end basically

"fuck off matt in a minute"

you groan out simply just wanting your boyfriends attention and to be fair they had just done a series of hockey drills before he came over to hang with you, so you response is warranted.

"soph its not like yall are dating he's our best friend too"

chris chuckles out skating towards you two.

"yeah you and i can keep score soph of the two v two game"

nick suggests picking up on your nonverbal movements already believing that you and Nate were dating on the down low.

"fine"

you groan out.

" let's go"

nate exclaims out as his picks up up by the hips to spin you around on the ice.

"nathan stop put me down"

you scream out gripping onto his forearms wrapped around your waist as he chuckles setting you back down on your skates and letting go before you had your balance fully yet resulting in you landing on your ass.

"oh my god soph"

nick exclaims as he covers his mouth trying not to laugh like matt and chris along with Nate as his body is frozen in the late position he was in to attempt to catch your arms before you hit the ice.

"oww"

you exclaim dragging out the 'w'

"holy shit soph"

chris exclaims as him and matt laugh.

"thats not funny that fucking hurt"

you playfully sob out as nathan helps you up.

"ba- bud im so sorry"

nate corrects himself as nick raising an eyebrow.

"i quit you guys play your stupid two v two"

you huff out skating off of the ice to head to the benches to put your shoes back on.

You guys finally made it back to your house and your brothers decided to go get Mcdonalds and bring it back to the house so you guys can watch a movie or something, leaving you and nate at the house in the kitchen.

'how are you"

nate chuckles out referring to the incident that happened at the rink earlier that afternoon.

'im not talking to you you let me fall"

you pout turning your head away from him as he makes his was over to your standing figure leaning against the counter, placing his hands on your waist.

"come one you cant stay mad at me forever"

he teases you placing a sweet kiss on your temple as you snap you head back to face him raising an eyebrow.

"you want to bet"

you taunt as he huffs out.

"baby i swear i didnt even see you getting ready to fall it caught me off guard"

he chuckles rubbing small circles on your hips as you let out a small pout.

"it really hurt babe"

you whine out as you reach and wrap your arms around his neck.

"i dont know how you have all 'dat as protection"

he chuckles placing couple loving pats to your ass.

"natee"

you squeal nuzzling your face into his neck.

'you want me to make it up"

he slyly states as you slowly nod your head as he lifts you up to sit on top of the counter you were leaning against. Nate links your guys lips him locking you into a hot makeout. He threads his fingers into your scalp pulling your head slightly to make the make out most hunger and aggressive.

You guys were so caught up you didn't even hear your brothers come back with the food into the kitchen.

"WHAT THE FUCK SOPH! NATE!"

matt exclaims him being the first one to walk in on the pair with chris and nick following.

You two break away from the kiss exchanging a similar look of panic.

"fuck"

nate whispers out running hand through his messy hair

"REALLY WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN"

chris exclaims not sure whether to feel happy for his sister or angry at his best friend.

"matt chris i- we "

you stutter out hopping off of the counter.

"when did it happen you better start explaining"

matt calmly huffs out.

"this year- before your guys hockey and my dance practice"

you sigh out fidgeting his your silver rings on your fingers.

"I KNEW IT"

nick shouts as matt and chris turn to him with shocked expressions painted on their face.

"and you didnt say shit nick"

chris huffs out.

"well i didnt want to say anything because I didnt know for sure"

he shrugs out.

"are you mad i know you guys told me not to date yet but nate and i-"

you ramble out

"whoa whoa we arent mad just shocked"

matt states

"yeah in fact i trust nate alot more than any other guy you know"

chris casually states hugging you as you let out a sigh of relief.

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