#this is a cry for help please send me more requests

[moonstruckme]

hello, sweetie!! i've been reading your doctor!remus content for a while now, and i literally can't get enough of it. you write him so well, and i just can't help it when i binge through every fic you have of him. <33

is it okay if i send in a request? please ignore this if you're not taking any right now or if you don't want to write it. totally fair!!

could you do one where reader (female or gender neutral is fine with me) sort of breaks an ankle or an arm, and it hurts like hell? aside from pain meds, reader craves a hug or two from remus, but he's very busy and he almost doesn't have the time to visit reader?

again, don't feel like you have to write my request. i completely understand.

have a nice day or night. and remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself. :) <3

Thank you angel, hope you're taking care of yourself too <3

cw: hospital setting, Remus is slightly negligent of his patients but don't worry they're all fine because I make the rules

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

Remus thinks that he handles stress well. He’s good at prioritizing, and he can juggle more patients than most when the hospital is at its busiest. Remus is often the one his colleagues call for when there’s a child in need of calming, frantic families who won’t let them work, or when they can’t think straight because they’re so overwhelmed. He prides himself on having his shit decently together at least while he’s at work. 

But, unfortunately, knowing you’re in one of the curtained rooms lined up in front of him and not being able to spend his shift sitting with you has Remus’ carefully wound concentration coming apart at the seams. 

He finds himself cocking his ear for your voice when he knows he’s only two rooms over from yours. The patient he’s meant to be paying attention to has to repeat the name of the medicine she takes twice before he gets it. One room over, and hearing your gasp makes him stop mid-sentence, standing up straighter. His patient asks if he’s okay. 

Remus does feel close to the appropriate amount of guilt when he rushes that last patient’s final checks before discharge. He resolves to steep in penitence later. 

You’re chewing your lip when he pushes your curtain open, your eyes flitting up to his with something like relief. 

“I only have a minute,” he breathes, pulling the curtain closed behind him before kissing you. “Hi, lovely. How is it?” He looks down at where you’re still holding your fractured wrist in your lap. “Have you not been seen to yet?” 

“They said a doctor would come soon.” You lean forward to kiss him again, hitting the corner of his lips. “And look, here you are.” 

Remus frowns. “Bailey should have been in here by now.” 

“I don’t mind waiting.” 

“You’ve been here over half an hour. Your arm should at least be stabilized while you wait.” He glances out the crack in between your curtains, trying to catch a glimpse of his negligent colleague. “How’s your pain?” 

“Rem, I’m fine,” you say. “Can we just—” 

“I’m going to go get him in here.” He touches your unhurt shoulder, giving it a brief, reassuring squeeze before he turns to go. More focussed than he has been since you arrived. “Just sit tight, it won’t be much longer.” 

“Remus.” The splinter in your voice halts him as his hand closes over the curtain. Remus turns back around. 

Your eyes are glossy. It shakes him in a way nothing else can, like none of the horrors of his work ever do. It’s not pain, he doesn’t think. There’s a raw quality to your expression. 

“I don’t want him to come in here yet,” you whisper. 

Remus finds his voice dropping to match your quiet. “Why?” 

“I just want you.” 

His heart shudders. “Sweetheart,” he says, compassion heaving his tone, “I want to stay here with you, too, but you know why I can’t be the one to treat you. It’s against the rules.” 

“I know, but I just—can we—” You blink harshly, trying not to cry. Remus feels sick. For someone who deals with other people’s pain all day long, it’s sort of pathetic what the sight of yours does to him. “Can I just have a hug before you go?” 

“Oh,” he murmurs. An ache in the back of his throat. “Yeah, of course.” 

Remus has moved closer to you without realizing, drawn by the need to fix your upset, so it only takes a half step to be able to get his arms around you. You put your head on his shoulder like you’ve been wishing for it for hours. 

“Is this alright?” he asks, careful not to press anywhere near your injured arm. “Don’t let me hurt you.” 

“This is good.” Your voice is a watery consistency. Relief seeps from your every pore. 

Remus feels it seep into him, too. He rubs between your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to brush you off.” 

Your sniffle breaks his heart. “You didn’t brush me off. I know you’re busy.” 

“I always have time for a hug.” He presses a kiss into your hair. “It’s, like, half my job, you know.” 

“Are you hugging other girls?” 

“Only the very, very sad ones.” 

You make a sound he suspects might be a muffled laugh. “Guess I should count myself lucky I got some of your time, then. In between all these sad girls.” 

Remus hums. “I may have a bit of a soft spot for one in particular.” 

[alexanderlightweight]

It's 5 mins after Wednesday where I am and I really don't mean to prompt outside of the designated day, but I fear I will forget if I don't get it all down now.

One of these days, I'd love a continuation of The Things We Do For Love. Maybe Alec waking up and just being happy that Magnus is safe and with him or the folks left behind being all sad/angry/confused that Magnus "stole" his fiance. Maybe thinking that he's gone "evil" or "corrupted" by Edom and trying to "rescue" Alec who is shirtless killing demons to impress his hubby.

Again, love your work and love that you seem to enjoy writing.

Ok, bye!

Oh nsfw coz why not.

Oki, bye for real real now.

you are absolutely fine! for anyone reading this also please do not worry so much, time differences exist and also writing wednesday doesn't end until I fall asleep or reblog the 'prompt closed' post. so it's okay to dip into thursday if that's the day it is where you are. this is not meant to bring stress or panic to people so give yourself grace!!

and I'm really glad that shows, like thank you so much for mentioning that. that makes me happy. because I do love writing and I never write if it feels like a chore or an obligation (except to my brain, sometimes I have an obligation to make my brain feel better via writing and I make time for that as part of self-care). I hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

the things we do for love (first part here)

Maryse stares at her children and wonders just when she really went wrong with them.  Because things had seemed to be stabilizing between all of them, yet this has proved her wrong.

“What did you think was going to happen?” She keeps her voice gentle, soft and yet still they both flinch.  She hides the hurt behind a calm face, knowing that she deserves to see them surprised by her softness. “Alec was willing to lose everything, to be with Magnus. They were engaged.  Did you think Magnus would just let Alec go like that? After everything the two of them have gone through?”

It’s understandable that they flinch at her softness.  They’re raw from her expectations and demands and they’re wounded by her love and care because it wasn’t there before.

“Alec will be fine with Magnus, what the two of you need to do is explain to Idris why you ignored the protocol Alec left behind.”  They both stare at her, wide eyed with shock.  Who exactly did they think taught Alec to write such sharp, efficient protocols? 

Alec improved what she taught him, but still, the lessons he learned at Maryse’s side are what made him into who he is today.  No matter how much she regrets the part she played at times.

“You broke every single request and order he made, as is his due as the Commander and Head. You don’t even have the rank to pull that. You used the confusion of Alicante still recovering and the Institute itself mourning.  The only thing you obeyed was that you brought in Healer Loss, except only after the Silent Brothers.  You didn’t even inform me, Magnus did!”

Maryse sighs, because Isabelle is crying and Jace’s face looks raw and she's not trying to torment her children, she’s trying to help them understand and grow.  It hurts her that after deciding to cause them no more pain, she finds herself trying to but not because she wants to.

“Alicante owes its entire survival to Magnus Bane. Do you really think they wouldn’t have let him have Alec after that? The Clave is willing to do anything to lessen the debt they now owe. Telling Magnus that you were sending him to Alicante was the most insulting thing you could have done.”

Maryse rubs her fingers over her brow, the only reason she’s not panicking is because Magnus won’t let Alec die.  Her son is still alive because of Magnus and Maryse has no doubts that Magnus won’t let anything stop him from waking Alec up.

“Now, you’re both going to eat and then we’re going to talk about how you’re doing to fix things.” Because Maryse wasn’t going to leave them to figure things out on their own, not when she was why they were like this.

Her neglect, her lack of full censure on anyone but Alec and her over-reliance on her heir.

—-

Alec groans as he wakes up, turning to inhale sandalwood and cough, because despite nuzzling against familiar warm skin, the scent of Edom’s sands linger. Magnus is holding him, not on a bed but not on a couch either. It's comfortable no matter what it is and he’s with Magnus so Alec doesn’t really care what new kind of furniture Magnus is using.

“You still smell like Edom,” he murmurs because maybe this is just a new layer of change to Magnus after all he’s been through.

“That would be because we’re in Edom darling, once again.”

Alec frowns, because he vaguely remembers escaping Edom but his mind is hazy enough he could be wrong, except Magnus said ‘again’ and his voice is hoarse and rasping despite the power it holds.

“Did the rift reopen?”

“Far worse, beloved. You wouldn’t wake. Lorenzo’s magic poisoned me and it did the same to you. Your body rejected his magic as viciously as mine did.” Magnus’ fingers run through his hair and Alec is about to risk opening his eyes when a palm covers them. “Not quite yet, darling. I had to accept certain things, in order to come back to what I’d conquered and abandoned.”

Magnus fingers feel the same except that his nails are sharp and slightly curving.  Finding out why they’re back in Edom is suddenly far less important than figuring out why Magnus is so tense and not letting Alec look at him, as if in fear of rejection. 

Alec turns so Magnus hand shifts over his nose and against his lips and he kisses the skin of Magnus’ palm.  Magnus inhales sharply and Alec opens his eyes, smiling even as he meets Magnus' new look.

It’s certainly different.

There are white bone horns protruding like a crown of triumph from his hair and scales dappling his temples and his hair itself is streaked with color that matches Edom’s blood moon.

“Wow—” he teases gently, smiling wider and knowing his eyes are filled with nothing but love and adoration and maybe a little bit of lust, because it’s Magnus.  Magnus laughs, untensing and holding him more tightly.  Alec said it because he knew it would make Magnus smile but also because wow. 

Magnus looks amazing.

No matter what, this just proves it.

“You’re never going to stop surprising me, are you Alexander?”

“Hopefully not, but only in good ways.” Alec manages to get out, fascinated and a little fixated on the point of Magnus’ canines he can now make out.  He swallows, unaware of how Magnus’ adoring look turns to one of smugness at Alec’s reaction. Alec’s still not sure why they’re back in Edom, but seeing as he’s in Magnus’ arms he doesn’t really care.

“Did other things change?” Alec manages to ask, because he’s pretty sure that he just saw a flick of Magnus’ tongue and it didn’t used to be black or quite that long.  Magnus laughs, full of magic and relief and he cups Alec’s face with a smirk.

“Some of them.”

—

Alexander has no idea how tempting he is, finally awake and aware when he’s been healing in the cocoon of Magnus’ arms and magic in Edom’s new throne room for days.

Edom’s court is empty for now.

The throne Magnus is lounging on decadent and large and it’s where he’s been holding Alexander since they arrived.  Sustaining and cleaning and keeping them both in a state of limbo as Alexander healed and Edom reformed around Magnus, Alexander and Magnus’ throne, one grain of sand at a time.

Edom completed her rebirth at the same time that Alexander nuzzled against him, finally waking up.

Now he watches Magnus with curious, hungry eyes and Magnus shifts, so that his cock can press up against Alexander’s belly.  There’s only a few thin pieces of fabric between them and Magnus knows that Alexander’s can already feel the differences. The fact that his cock is smoother and harder, though he can’t yet feel the scales or how Magnus' blood now runs hotter than it ever has.  

Alexander whines, grinding down and rubbing closer.

Magnus cock has already been hard since his boy looked at him with want but Edom’s hungry to be fed and satiated as well; and Magnus realizes that there’s nothing he wants more than to glut himself on Alexander.

Especially considering how his boy is reacting, ripping off his own shirt so he has one less layer between himself and Magnus. The linen of Magnus’ pants is soaked, the fabric molding to his skin like an eager mouth so he can nestle his cock against Alexander, warming his boy through the fabric.

Magnus tries to think of a single reason to deny himself, now that Alexander is safely awake and finds none.

Edom’s lust is his, roaring through him and he pulls Alexander up, fucking into his mouth and ensuring magic coats the barbs of his tongue enough to only stimulate, not to rip and tear or shred.

Alexander keens and his hands find Magnus hair, his fingers searching until they find where the bone horns meet skin and he rubs entreatingly at the skin there before tugging at the horns carefully.

“They’re not going anywhere, Alexander.  You can pull as hard as you like.” Magnus teases, pulling back to lick a stripe up Alexander’s neck, admiring the raw, abraded skin he leaves behind and the way Alexander trembles and helplessly grinds against him. His saliva won’t harm Alexander — never Alexander — but it will make him more sensitive and Magnus can’t wait to get Alexander’s cock in his mouth.

Alexander is alive and Magnus’ and that’s all that matters, now that Edom protects them.

AN:

While alec was trying to recover, jace and izzy asked clary if she could make a rune to heal alec and like she tried and it made things worse (the angels said no) and they’re all feeling guilty about that because clary knew that backlash was possible after her mess up with bringing back the dead bs. I’m only using it as a plot point. I truly hate that arc.

They’re not intentionally, but they are a little covering it up subconsciously. Not purposefully, they’re just trying to protect clary and also save alec (but not as the main priority) and they think they know better since the silent brothers are who saved max. They also dont think magnus can heal alec since lorenzo’s magic doesn’t like magnus. Like in their head this is logical and makes sense, which is why maryse is so like... stressed. Because they cannot be this caught up in their own mindset ever again. Alec had protocols in place and izzy and jace used the stuff like alec not having a full chain of command, the commotion and damage still being recovered in alicante etc. like it’s going to take months for alicante to finish restoring all of the damage even with their angelic powers and/or hiring warlocks which they probably wont do. anyways. They got away with it and yeah.

Magnus is basically in a big version of domdrop this whole time along with like, ptsd and shock and a giant adrenaline drop along with emotional upheaval from betrayal? And also anxiety and stress. He’s recentering himself and alec without even completely realizing it because he’s been running on instincts as Edom reforms and regrew.

Alec wouldn’t have ever been like ‘magnus i’d like you better with these things’ but he’s in love with magnus in ways that rewrite his very being (he’s still himself it just changes parts of him and thats true for any relationship) and he doesn’t see them as ‘something to learn to love’ just ‘more and new things of Magnus to love’. 

[deadmaidclub]

every like 5 months when i post dr art my dr followers are like omg its been so long i always love when u post dr fanart and i have to hold back pointing out that. my requests are open like 24/7. danganronpa is like the easiest thing for me to draw at this point i could draw those fuckers in my sleep. if you ask me i will draw danganronpa. be the change you want to see in the world. also im really uninspired all the time so if you also have something u want to see me draw thats not dr just send an ask it helps me draw more and i like doing it.

[rafeysbunny]

heyyyyyyyy! I have a thought. Do you think that reader could get rafe to beg? Like maybe he did smth that pissed reader off so she’s been ignoring him but rage just can’t take it anymore? I love your writing so honestly just go crazy

-👻 anon

a/n. first ask, i'm so excited! in answer to your question: yes! absolutely, yes! this man is soo pussy whipped, he'd do anything for reader. ty for the request, babe!

two hours of you giving rafe the cold shoulder it's all it takes for him to break. he knows he fucked up greatly, but you're just being so mean that he cannot help the way his lips curl into a pout as he kneels in front of you, pleading for your forgiveness.

only you could get rafe motherfucking cameron to beg like this.

"baby, 'm so, so sorry," he apologizes, big hands gripping onto your plush thighs tightly so you can't get away from him this time, not again. "forgive me, yeah? i know i screwed up, and i'm sorry."

his lips start peppering kisses over the sliver of bare skin under the hem of your top as he keeps muttering words of repentance, the actions making your heart melt. "it won't happen again, i promise to you, angel."

"i'm really pissed at you right now, rafe," you address him for the first time in hours, voice tone sharp.

he doesn't care how cold you sound, though, the fact that you're finally talking to him instead of ignoring his presence nearly makes him cry happy tears. how embarrassing is that? he can't believe you got him this hooked. he should be the one in charge, not you, but, let's be honest, he's too in love with you to even care anymore.

"i know, baby, i'm sorry," he repeats for the hundredth time, puppy, blue eyes staring up at you entreatingly. "what can i do for you to forgive me? i'll do anything, just please, stop being mad."

"anything?"

a mischievous smirk spreads across your pretty face, your mind already conjuring up all the filthy ways he could make it up to you.

"anything, angel."

that's how he ends up tied up to the bed, hands desperately tugging at the fluffy, pink handcuffs in a failed attempt to break free of them while you ride his pretty face. he's fucking drowning in your pussy, dick achingly hard inside his pants.

what a shame you won't make him cum this time, as a little punishment.

your hips rock against his face unabashedly, feeling the way his eager tongue parts your chubby folds to drink up your sweet essence, occasionally slipping inside your pussy to fuck you with it. his nose is rubbing your puffy clit every time you grind down, which has you mewling and shuddering atop him.

"i love you so much, baby," he'd mumble against your cunt, totally mesmerised by the hypnotic sway of your hips and your taste.

your flesh muffle his words and grunts, but you understand what he says and look down at him with adoring eyes, just to find him staring up at you in the same way, pink lips glistening with a combination of your arousal and his spit.

the sight is enough to send you spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm that makes you let out the most lewd moan you've ever made, body shaking as your legs close around his head, almost suffocating him.

"fuck, i love you too," you breath out, the aftershocks of your climax making your brain dizzy. "i forgive you, rafey."

honestly, he doesn't quite understand how this could be a punishment for him, but he's not one to complain.

more.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Nevermind I'll Get It

How I imagine the LADS Men reacting to you being too impatient to wait for their help. [Requested by: Onliafaze]

Zayne

MC: Zayne can you help me real quick

Zayne: *sending a quick email* Yes what is it

MC: Can you grab my tumbler off the shelf for me I want to drink my tea on the balcony without bugs flying in it

Zayne: Yes give me on minute

MC: Okay

Less than three minutes later there's a loud crash in the kitchen

Zayne: What was that?

MC: Nothing!

Zayne finds you halfway off the counter trying not to step in glass

Zayne: I told you to give me a minute

MC: Yea and then two minutes passed

Zayne: So shattering multiple glasses was a better solution than waiting?

MC: Just help me down

Zayne: I should leave you there to think about your actions

MC: Zayne please!

Rafayel

You walk into the living room and find Rafayel sketching in silence

MC: Raf can you help me bring this box in?

Rafayel: What is it?

MC: A new bookshelf and it's heavy

Rafayel: Yea just give me one second cutie

You leave the room and suddenly Rafayel hears you scream bloody murder

Rafayel: *Rushes to you* What happened?!

MC: I DROPPED IT ON MY FOOT GET IT OFF!

Rafayel: I TOLD YOU TO GIVE ME A SECOND!

MC: AND YOU TOOK FIVE!

Rafayel lifts the box off your foot and moves it so it won't fall on you again

Rafayel: *Inspecting your foot* Two seconds if you would've waited two more seconds

MC: I thought I could carry it on my own

Rafayel: Thats what you get for thoughtin' now look at you *holds your foot up*

MC: *pouting* Put some pep in your step next time

Rafayel: At least I have feet to step and put pep in … you almost lost your toes being impatient

MC: I know you're not talking you are literally the most impatient person alive

Rafayel: That's beside the point

Xavier

MC: Xav where's the step stool?

Xavier: I think Jeremiah still has it

MC: Well can you come grab this wine glass of the shelf I don't feel like climbing the counter

Xavier: Yea give me one second

MC: Nevermind you sound busy

Xavier hears the sound of glass shattering and your cry of pain.

Xavier: What happened?

MC: The glass slipped out my hand when I jumped down and now I have glass in my foot

Xavier: Why didn't you wait for me?

MC: You sounded busy

Xavier: I'm never too busy for you wait for me next time

MC: Okay okay whatever please get this glass outta my foot

Xavier: *Scoops you up off the floor* Alright does it hurt?

MC: No it feels great I wish I could have glass in my foot all the time yes it hurts!

Xavier: No need for the sarcasm you did this to yourself

Sylus

MC: Sy can you come get Mephisto off my vanity he keeps building a nest with my stuff

Sylus: Maybe he just wants to feel half as pretty as you

MC: Come get him before I dismantle him

Sylus: I’m coming sweetie give me one minute

2 minutes later....

MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

Sylus walks in the find you chasing Mephisto around the room

Sylus: What’s going on.

MC: I tried to scoot him off and this bag of wires cracked my concealer in half and got it all over the place

Sylus: He doesn’t like being pushed

MC: How was I supposed to know that?

Sylus: You would've known if you had given me a minute sweetie

MC: I gave you one and two minutes passed after that so that’s not my fault….

Sylus: *Raises his brow and smirks* and what did we learn from being impatient

MC: That my concealer is not Mephistos color

Sylus: No.

[rafes-slut]

hii i had a request!! maybe reader let rafe hit raw for the first time and once he wasnt inside he couldn’t help himself/stop so he barely gave her time to adjust and was whispering things like “i’m sorry baby, you just feel so good, i can’t stop” and stuff to her!!

(i sent this request earlier but idk if it went through:(( if it did, ignore this one lmao im so sorry again)

It didint went through first time love glad you sended it again

Can’t Help Myself

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), explicit smut, overstimulation, lack of proper prep/time to adjust, Rafe being unhinged and possessive, light breeding kink undertones, creampie, slight degradation, praise, filthy talk, choking, dominance, rough pace, manhandling, slight dubcon vibes (you consent, but it’s intense), obsession, marking, possessiveness, general filth.

Your back hit the mattress hard, his mouth hot and messy against yours, hands gripping your thighs like he was trying to leave permanent bruises behind. Everything about Rafe was rushed, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for far too long and couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged, “you sure about this, baby?”

You nodded quickly, chest heaving, skin flushed. “Yeah,” you whispered, already breathless, “I want to feel you. No condom this time.”

That’s all it took.

Rafe growled—actually growled—and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, your cheek pressed into the sheets. You heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, zipper dragging down, his low grunts of frustration as he fought to get his pants off fast enough.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he hissed, dragging his cock through your soaked folds, already throbbing against you. “Been thinking about this—fuck—been dreaming about this pussy raw.”

You gasped when the head of his cock pushed in, stretching you more than you expected, more than you could handle all at once. “Rafe—wait—”

But he wasn’t listening.

He shoved inside you with one rough thrust, filling you to the hilt before your body could even adjust, forcing a sharp cry from your lips as your walls clenched hard around him.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips bruisingly. “You feel—fuck—you feel so fucking good like this, I can’t—I can’t stop.”

You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as he pulled out just enough to slam back in, hips snapping against your ass with a force that stole your breath. He didn’t give you time. Didn’t let you adjust. He just kept going—hard, fast, deep.

“Rafe, slow down,” you choked, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasped, voice hoarse and ruined, one hand wrapping around your throat, yanking you up so your back was flush to his chest. “You just feel too fucking good. This tight little pussy’s gripping me like a vice—fuck, I can’t help myself.”

His teeth scraped along your shoulder, biting down hard as his other hand slapped your thigh, forcing your legs wider. His pace never slowed, brutal and relentless, cock battering that spot deep inside you with every thrust.

“Gonna ruin you,” he snarled against your ear. “No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You could only nod weakly, too far gone, his hand still squeezing your throat, dizzy from the pressure, from the overwhelming pleasure tearing through you.

“Say it,” he growled, thrusts getting even rougher—if that was even possible. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking, body trembling.

“Damn right you are,” he grunted, slamming into you again and again. “Taking this cock raw like the filthy little girl you are. Fuck—gonna fill you up so good, baby. You want that? Want me to cum in this perfect pussy?”

“Yes, Rafe, please—”

He groaned loudly, hand leaving your throat to grab your tits, squeezing roughly, using your body like it was his toy. “Fucking begging for it,” he murmured, cock twitching deep inside you. “You’re gonna take it, every drop. Gonna breed you, fuck you full.”

You came hard, body convulsing, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm tore through you like a wave. Rafe cursed, slamming into you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt, cum spilling inside you, hot and thick, his name a broken moan on your lips.

Neither of you moved, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. His grip never loosened, possessive and heavy.

“I’m not done,” he whispered darkly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m never fucking done with you.”

[brnd3y]

ARE YOU SCARED OF DIFFERENT SCENARIOS

yall loved “ i am going to fuck him ! ” so im back with another one ! ( NSFW MDNI ) DONT OPEN THE LINKS AROUND PEOPLE PLEASE ! enjoy !

LOUD BRAT ?!

he’s a man who lives for attention when y’all are out in public people recognize him, at the mall ? getting recognized, just walking with you ? he gets recognized . so he damn there a celebrity and man does he love it ! he loves it so much he starts questioning why you don’t act the same way his ‘ fans ’ do. “ you don’t worship me like they do ! ” he whines on his knees as he lays his head on your lap, “i do baby - ” , “ no you don’t ! mmm you dont love me ” he cut you off lifting up his head to look at you “ you don’t worship me like they do ! you don’t even show me attention anymore ! all you do is call me a brat and crybaby ! ” you sigh rubbing your temple in annoyance while trying to explain why you don’t but he never listens. “ you know what … since i don’t worship you and I don't love you the way they do how about you go ask one of your worshippers to help you when you need it ” … later that night you were out at work as you phone buzzed . it was from your boyfriend he sent you a video ... he first sent you a video of him roughly rubbing himself with his pillow. “ b-baby im soorrry .. ” the following video was him fucking fleshlight crying your name. “ i’m sorry im sorry im sorry p-please fo-forgive me ” so pitiful but so cute but he wasn’t done. three minutes after the first two he sent another in this he has on a ball gag and a vibrator pressed against his cock. no words just tears and muffled begging with the message saying ‘ pleease cume home soonn im sorrty😢 ’. “ he cant even type .. how ridiculous... ” AUDIO ! VISUALS !

CHEATER / FRIENDLY TASTE ?!

you drunkenly came onto him without a second thought " you know your boyfriend's here we cant - " he was cut off by your finger on his lip " mmm I doon't careee … " he looked shocked while started kissing and biting on his neck “ c’mmon please ! he’ll neverr know ” those words are what did it . the two of you were undressed with sweat glistening on both of your bodies “ shh we don’t want to your boyfriend to hear us right ? ” it’s started with his fingers on your clit to his fingers deep into your pussy — “ stay with me dear ” the faster his fingers fucked in and out of your cunt, the harder it was to keep your eyes open. “ t’much — noo more p-please ” you placed your hand on his feeling the fast pace. his voice moved through your ear like music “ move your fuckin hand, sweetie ” your hand quickly moved away as you had an overwhelming sense come over you . “i w-wanna cum please ” he chuckled “ go on make a mess ” AUDIO ONE , TWO ! VISUALS !

2 MANY ATTACHMENTS ?!

if you had to describe him in one word it would be ‘ WHORE ’ whenever he had time he would take nude pictures or videos and send them to you . did you ask for them ? no , does he care ? boo no he doesn’t . So he sends you two to four attachments every other week and they are never the same . one day he’s whining for you “ please baby im a good boy ! i promise i’ve been such a good boy for youu ” and the next he’s degrading you “ how’s my dumb puppy ? are you missing me ? are you missing the way i fuck you stupid ? i bet you wish i was there touching you — you dumb slut ” . remember how i said the attachments are never the same there are times when he'll send old videos of him fucking the life out of your body — your arms tied up with you legs spread apart as he fucks you with vibrator and other toys. there are also videos of him doing requests you’ve asked him and he would never tell you no. “ im surprised you don’t have a pornhub account ” you cracked the joke “ actually, i do … ” .

AUDIO ! VISUALS ONE, TWO, THREE !

[cloudzoro]

Kink Discovery | jjk ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with jjk characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: choso, nanami, gojo, shoko, geto, toji, utahime, yuki

cw: fem!reader, desperate loser choso <3, low-key mean!dom yuki, mentions of cheating (but no actual cheating), semi-public sex (car), crying, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, filming sex, lots of dirty talk, manhandling, lots and lots of cunnilingus.

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Choso Kamo - high heels

He'd never put much thought into your footwear, but as he watches you getting ready to leave for a girls' night out, his cock twitches with every clack of your brand-new heels against the floorboards.

After you leave, he waits patiently for you to get back, trying not to give in to his sinful thoughts until you come back to help him out. You walk back through the door around one, and being the designated driver, you're not drunk. Choso greets you in the entryway, all but pouncing on you as soon as you close the door behind you.

“I missed you so much,” he says between kisses. His hands come to grip your ass as he walks you back into the apartment and the bedroom. He fiddles with the back of your dress for a few seconds before succeeding in tugging the zipper down and sliding the fabric down your body. He groans into your mouth when he feels that you went braless. You push him to sit down on the bed, and he obliges, leaning back on his hands as he watches you slide your panties down your legs. However, he suddenly sits up and protests when you go to kick off your shoes. “Please don't take them off,” he says, embarrassedly flushing red.

You listen, keeping the heels on, but with the added knowledge of Choso's newfound kink, you can't help but tease him. You lift your foot and press the front of your shoe against his crotch. He whines and rolls his hips upwards towards your foot, and you can't help but laugh a little.

“Baby, please stop teasing me. Just c'mere and let me fuck you,” he whines, still rutting his hips against the sole of your new heels. “wanna feel the heels digging into my back when I fuck you good.”

Kento Nanami - mirror sex

He doesn't notice the big mirror in your bedroom has such a good view of the bed until one sweaty cum-filled night when he has you on fours in front of him. Your moans fill the room as his cock thrusts into you, filling you up the way only he can. Every part of your body reacts to his touch as he slowly takes you apart and puts you back together over and over again. 

Kento doesn't mind the view of fucking you from behind; the arch of your pretty back and the way your ass smacks against his hips are more than enough visual stimulation for him, but when he looks up in front of him and notices the reflection of your face in the mirror he's mesmerised. There's something different about seeing your face overcome with ecstasy because of him. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls you up to his chest. 

“Look at you, sweetheart, you look so fucking pretty”, he coos. You force your eyes to focus as much as you can while his cock is inside you. You look a mess. Hair completely dishevelled, drool smudging your lipstick, neck and chest covered in bites and hickies. Yet, Kento still thinks you're pretty. “so beautiful.” 

You make eye contact with him through the mirror, and he smiles at you before picking up his pace again, almost sending you over the edge of bed. 

“keep your eyes open, baby. Keep looking at me.” 

Satoru Gojo - role-playing

"What would your friends think if they knew you begged your Uber driver to pull over and fuck you, hm? isn't that embarrassing?” Satoru, your Uber driver, laughs as you bounce on his cock in the back seat of his car. There's not much room, so you're grinding more than bouncing, but the way he feels inside you has your eyes rolling. “Such a desperate little slut aren't you?”

You try to deny it, but you're cut off when he rolls his hips in tandem with yours, finally fucking you back. Moans leave your mouth as he grabs your hips, keeping you in place so he can buck up into you. It feels so wrong, so dirty. Satoru knows he shouldn't be doing this. That fucking you could get him fired, but your pussy feels so good around him that he doesn't even care. You whine into his neck as you cling to his shoulders.

“Am I fucking you too good, pretty girl? Are you close?” he asks. He's good at keeping his composure, but you have him so close to breaking. You nod into his skin, pressing a tender kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He slides his hand between your bodies to add extra stimulation. “What about your dumbass boyfriend? What will he think when he finds out you're giving this sweet pussy to another man” You whimper at his words, you can practically taste your orgasm.

“He's not dumb”, you defend, and the man beneath you grins, pulling you into a messy kiss and sending you both over the edge. When you've finally calmed down, slumped against his chest, Satoru kisses your forehead softly.

“It was cute of you to defend me like that”, he says, laughing, and you swat at his hands as they come up to cup your cheeks. “Let's get takeout on the way home.”

Shoko Ieri - dacryphilia

You're sitting on the sofa's edge and leaning against the back. Your pyjama top is pushed up to expose your chest, and your shorts are long forgotten on the floor.

Your wife, Shoko, is between your legs, using her fingers to bring you to your second orgasm. You've both had a bad day, and there's nothing like a good orgasm to relieve stress. Shoko is always ready to take care of you. Her tongue flicks at your clit as her fingers curve inside your cunt. You're quick to cum, sensitive to her touch. She stays on her knees, licking you through your high. She stays there until you physically push her head back.

When she lifts her head to look at your face, her heart clenches. Your eyes are welling with tears, the intensity of your orgasm almost too much for you. Shoko kisses your thighs before diving back into your pussy, shoving her tongue inside you. She's desperate to make the tears I'm your eyes fall, physical proof of how good she fucks you.

“give me one more, baby,” she says, pulling away from between your legs to thrust three fingers inside your pussy. “let me make it all feel better.”

You can't help but feel slightly guilty; she's had a rough day at work too, and you want a turn to take care of her, but it seems she's entirely focused on working your body to exhaustion. Her tongue works on your clit as her fingers press against the spot inside you that almost pushes you over the edge.

“Shoko, baby, I'm so close,” you whine, back arching from the sofa. She moans against your pussy, and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Shoko looks up at you, watching you clench your eyes shut, forcing the tears out. She feels accomplished. The knowledge that she eats pussy so good she can bring you to tears feels her pride.

When you start to catch your breath again, Shoko leans up towards your face, kissing your tear tracks. She then presses a kiss to your lips.

“You're so beautiful, baby.”

Suguru Geto - breeding

You were usually insistent on him Suguru wearing a condom, but now that you've made it clear you reciprocate his want for kids, he's been obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. Whenever he can get his hands on you, he tries to seduce you into bed so he can pump a load of cum inside you. 

“Fuck, baby. I'm gonna fill you up so good,” he groans, thrusting into you. You're on your hands and knees with a pillow stuffed beneath your hips to keep you comfortably in position. Each thrust of his hips causes your clit to rub against the fabric of the pillow. He has one hand on the back of your head, keeping you face down, ass up, and one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip.

You moan his name into the sheets below you as his thrust gets harsher and more aggressive. He coos dirty talk into your ear; he tells you how pretty you'd look pregnant, how he can't wait to make you a mother. His words have you desperately clenching around him, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

“That's it, baby, keep squeezing me like that, and I'll fill you up just like you want me to” " he says, rhythm faltering as he approaches his orgasm. Yours hits first, and it is so strong that you bite the sheets beneath you to silence the noises you make. Suguru follows soon after, filling your pussy with cum and your heart with a promise.

Toji Fushiguro - dry humping/clothed

Toji has you on his lap, grinding on him as he sucks on the skin of your neck, making sure he leaves a nice fresh mark. His mark. The two of you had just returned from a date, and you were still wearing your pretty outfit. His hands slide up under your skirt, and just as he's about to tear your panties off, he hesitates. You look good enough to eat, and he wants to look at you longer. His hands stay planted on your thighs. Instead of tearing off your clothes, he leans back, using his strength to adjust you so you're sitting directly over his hard cock.

“Just keep grinding on it, baby”, he whispers as you start to roll your hips. He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he lazily watches you dry-humping his lap. The friction feels good, and he gets to look at you all dolled up for him. He also realises he likes the teasing aspect of it. He knows you want him to put you on your back and stuff his fat cock in your whole, but instead, he's making you work for your orgasm.

“Toji,” you begin, embarrassed. You're utterly humiliated at the fact he's about to make cum with your clothes still on. He's still smirking, enjoying your reactions. Your legs are getting tired, and you don't want to deal with the teasing you'll get if you ask Toji to take over. Unfortunately, you don't have to finish your sentence; Toji understands your body more than anyone else. He doesn't need your pussy clenching around his cock to know when you're close.

“You need a little help, baby?” he asks with fake sympathy. When you finally give in and nod, his hands settle on your hips, helping you keep the pace as you both near your climaxes.

“I'm gonna cum” You whine. You hear him mutter ‘me too’ under his breath as he helps you move your hips faster against his. The friction causes your orgasm to hit you hard and claw at Toji's back as you try to keep your hips moving as much as you can. Toji cums almost at the same time as you, and, by the time you're done, both of you sit with sticky wet underwear, and Toji thinks you two should do this more often.

Utahime Iori - filming

While scrolling through her camera roll, Utahime comes across a video you two had taken after one too many drinks of the two of you sloppily making out. Utahime can't help the tingling feeling in her lower stomach as she watches the video. She is so entranced by it that she doesn't even realise you are walking up behind her and leaning over her shoulder to see what she is looking at.

“That's hot” is all you have to say, and she jumps out of her seat, turning to look at you. She's adorably flustered but quickly regains her composure. “We should make another one,” you say, smiling at her, and she immediately grabs your hand to drag you to the bedroom.

Despite how flustered she initially was, she quickly slips into a more authoritative role in the bedroom. She holds her phone in her hand, camera pointed at you as you strip for her. When you pull off your shirt, Utahime films herself playing with your tits.

“You're so fucking pretty,” she says, dragging her nails gently down your stomach to your trousers. She unbuttons your trousers and, with your help, pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. She raises her hand to your face and presses her fingers against your lips. You open your mouth and let her fingers press against your tongue. “That's it, pretty girl. Suck on my fingers.”

You oblige happily, exaggerating slightly for the camera. When she's satisfied with your work, she moves her slick fingers to your cunt and pushes her fingers in. She zooms the camera in, focusing on the way your pussy sucks in her fingers. She moves her thumb up to play with your clit, to add stimulation and push you over the edge. When you cum she moves the camera focus from your pussy to your face. She thinks there's nothing more beautiful than your face when you cum. When you come back down, she shuts off the camera and climbs over you.

“I can't wait to watch that back later.”

Yuki Tsumuko - manhandling

On your first date with Yuki, you had told her that no one had ever really made you cum. You can get there, but none of your previous partners have been able to. She makes a comment about her stroke game, and when you laugh, she takes it extremely personally. Yuki is not one to back down from a challenge. She takes you back to her place, barely making it through the front door before pressing her lips to yours, inviting you to her bedroom.

She uses her strength to manhandle you into the perfect position to take her strap. You're pliant, allowing yourself to be dragged by her, and it makes her growl under her breath as she pushes the tip of her strap into you.

“dirty fucking girl, lettin’ me ruin this pretty pussy on the first date.”

You whine as she bottoms out inside you. She waits, holding you still so you can't attempt to fuck yourself on her cock. It isn't until you're on the verge of begging that she pulls back slowly and thrusts back in. The steady pace of her hips and the angle of her thrusts have you shaking beneath her. A strong arm wraps around your torso, pulling you upright.

“With the way you're letting me do what I want with you, I'd think I proved myself right, huh?” she says. You nod, and she laughs in your ear, hips not stopping as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm. “You like when I use my strength? Like when I bend you over like this?” she asks, releasing her hold on you to push you back down. She might enjoy the power trip a little too much. She's drunk on the power her physicality gives her over you as she harshly thrusts into you.

You cum with a scream of her name, and she, despite all her dirty talk, is soft with you as you recover from your first orgasm. Her strong arms cradling you instead of manhandling you. Yuki thinks she may have found something worth waiting around for in you.

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[heetr]

at your service ── ( 희승 )

synopsis — heeseung being there at your lowest always has its perks. ── smut (m.), kinda angsty with some fluff, requested. afab stressed!reader x service dom!heeseung. wc: - 1.6k !

warnings — pet names: pretty, masturbation (f. rec), bathtub sex, unprotected sex (do be silly, wrap his willy), established relationship, non idol!heeseung just wants to take care of you, there is a bit of crying or mentions of it, p in v penetration, semi-overstimulation, implied aftercare, breedingbreedingbreeding.

heeseung knew something was wrong, the tension in the air. how when he walked through the door there was no music, no humming, not even the little comments you’d make to yourself about forgetting something. you looked dull, tired, stressed—like you were running off a cup of tea and a dream.

he sat the keys on the counter and walked over to you, “pretty?” he crouched down next to you. his voice, laced with concern as he felt if he spoke any louder it would send you down a rabbit hole. “how long have you been working?” he’d been working all day—when he left this morning you were opening your laptop to study for a little bit.

but you didn’t say anything, not a peep—not even sparing him a glance. just a small shrug, stress was lingering on your brain, and work work work was all you could think about. “pretty.” he sighed, looking over to save your work and close the laptop—in which you let him. “you shouldn’t work like this..”

“i know, i’m just so behind on everything. this stuff is so hard..” you finally spoke, hands flying to cover your eyes before the tears dropped. heeseung hated to watch you cry—“i know should’ve told you, but you have your work and schooling to do and i didn’t want to interfere.. and-.”

heeseung shakes his head, only pulling you into his embrace, and rubbing your back. he understood it, it was hard and with the career path you’d chosen you’d be lucky to make it out alive. the way he held you made you feel so light—like you could drop all the weight on him for a minute and stop stressing..

“come with me,” he stood up, tugging your hand gently to walk you towards the bathroom. “let me take care of you.” he ran a bath for you, adding the bath salts and lavender to calm your body—you were tense and you probably just needed a pick me up—or a drink. heeseung tested the bath temperature and turned to you once more.

“arms up,” he gestures, taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. heeseung hands caressed your sides, sending shivers down your spine. small kisses he left, lingering on your shoulder and your chest before he moved behind you. “you’re doing the best you can, don’t overwork yourself. give yourself grace—give yourself the lead-way.”

heeseung never leaves your side, not if he could help it—so him coming home and seeing you this way broke him. the feeling of your bra unclamping, sliding down your arms—another wave of tingles shooting across your skin. “so just relax for me, let me do all the work. and, whatever you want—you can have.”

heeseung undressed you, guiding you into the warm bath and, even went as far as lighting candles for you. “will you join me?” you asked him, looking at him with those soft set of eyes you had. how could he say no to that? “please?” with the water warming your body, heeseung quickly slid in behind you.

his arms curling around your waist like an instinct and the sound of water shifting and settling surrounding you two. your head leaned back against his shoulder, sighing gently. truth be told the only thing that would distract you is your boyfriend, you needed it. with the stress you’d been feeling—you haven’t had the opportunity to indulge or be with him at all.

“seung…”

his ears perked, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gave you his attention, your hand took his, rubbing it gently and slowly moving it between your legs. “i’m sorry for the past few days—ignoring you and denying you. i could make it up to you.” heat puddled in your stomach as you slowly spread your legs. “i just really need a distraction. and you’re the only person who can take my mind off of things.”

heeseung rubbed your thigh, "you're so tense," his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. lips moving to caress your neck softly. his fingers knead into your muscles with care, but they drift lower with each pass, teasing touches that start to stir heat beneath your skin. he slides his hands up your inner thighs, spreading them ever so slightly, and the movement is slow enough that your breath catches.

one hand slips between your legs, fingers parting your folds under the water. the first touch is featherlight, just enough to draw a quiet gasp from you. he holds you tighter with his free arm as his fingers begin to move—slow circles that build heat in your core, easing the tension into something else entirely.

"that's it pretty," he whispers against your skin, "you can relax, let me take care of it all." his voice was milky, laced with intent for pleasure, nothing more than that. it was overwhelming but in the best way. the gasps, and small sounds you released as his finger caressed your sensitive bud. this was a feeling you missed for sure. "look at you, all soft and relaxed for me. this feels good doesn't it pretty?"

heeseung was enjoying this just as much as you were, he was big on making you feel great before he could feel good himself. "you're doing so well for me, you want more?" you could only moan in response. eyes fluttering shut and imagining the scene taking place moments before it would. "open your eyes, and use your words pretty. want me inside of you."

his cock was hard against your back, twitching for attention. he would probably cum without you even touching him. your voice was enough. his fingers lapping up your bundle of nerves. he never failed to make you fold. he would go slow, then fast-slow again. it killed you every time you found a rhythm and he'd change it.

your stomach felt like a bottomless pit, the burning sensation inside of it, the gut-wrenching feeling of your holes clenching around nothing. heeseung teasingly played with your cunt, even though you were the one who started it. "yes," you replied, finally looking at him. heeseung wasted no time. turning you around so you're straddling his lap. careful not to spill the water out of the tub.

he lines himself up with you, stroking himself a few times before sinking you onto him. and it felt like the cloudy and foggy days cleared. his head leaning back with a guttural moan followed by "holy fuck, so perfect.." leaving his lips, that milky voice you adored so much. encouraged you. your hands rest on his chest as he pushes completely into you.

your moans as you clung to him, his strong arms easily raising your body up and down, to match his flow. they gripped you firmly, sure to leave marks. his movements pull desperate sounds from your mouth, only getting louder by the second. every thrust is deliberate and the intentions were pure.

heeseung looked at you, dead in the eyes, like you were the only thing that ever existed. he showed love, mixed with lust, and you believed everything he did was for the sole purpose of making you happy. even if that meant breaking you down in the bathtub.

his hips rock with more urgency, the mix of vocals leaving both of your mouths showed that you were getting to your limits, "right there.." you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck. you mouth next to his ear and those beautiful lyrics of 'mm's and 'ahh's. the curses of 'fuck' and the strung-out moans of 'yes's and 'please's for more. and not to forget the grip you both had on each other. holding your bodies so tight, you think one might try to run.

well, heeseung studied your body, he knew you would run when it got too much. thats why his hold was firm. the moment he felt your legs quiver, he knew he had you. "cum for me pretty. just let it go, i've got you.." when you do, the knot in your stomach finally comes undone, the fuzz in your brain taking over your body.

he held you through it, still rocking his body up into you. hips following yours up as you tried to pry off of him. he kissed your skin softly, with deep and gutted breaths and he neared his end next, “don’t run baby.. just let me fill you up.” he moaned, nails slightly digging into your skin.

your body trembled in his hold, muscles worn and sensitive, but his voice—low and breathless, wrapped around you like velvet—kept you tethered to him. every time you tried to lift yourself off, his hips followed, chasing the heat, keeping you right where he needed you.“h-heeseung…” you whined, your voice barely a whisper, soaked in the overwhelm of it all. “too much…”

“i know, baby. i know it’s a lot,” he murmured, one hand smoothing down your spine while the other held your hips steady. “you’re doing so good for me. so good…” his words made your walls flutter around him, and he groaned—deep and broken like it knocked the air right out of his lungs. his high slapped him in the face—hit him like a truck. shooting his load into you and filling you up to the brim.

and you stay like that, wrapped around each other, breath mingling in the steam. “feeling better?” he asks after a long moment, brushing sweat off of your face. your breathless nods told him everything, making a chuckle leave his throat. you sat there for a few more minutes before he started a shower for the two of you.

“you’ll get some good rest tonight,

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[thirteenheavens]

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Relax for me baby|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: damn even I wrote this and I thought it was hot

You lie on the bed, your heart racing as Seungcheol hovers over you. He can sense your nervousness and smiles reassuringly. "Relax," he says softly, running his hands up and down your arms. "I'll take care of you, baby." He starts with gentle kisses, exploring your body with his lips and hands. He takes his time, mapping out every curve and dip, finding out what makes you gasp and moan.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers trailing down to your thighs. "And so responsive." He notices how you tense up when he gets closer to your pussy, and he stops to look at you. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern. "We can stop if you're not comfortable." You shake your head, taking a deep breath. "I want this," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I just... I've never done this before."

Seungcheol's eyes soften, and he kisses you deeply. "That's okay," he says, his hands stroking your hair. "I'll show you how it feels." He gently spreads your legs apart, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs slow circles around it, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his touch light and teasing. You nod, feeling a heat building in your core.

"Good girl," he praises, moving his fingers lower to your entrance. "I'm going to make you feel so good." You tentatively reach up to thread your fingers through Seungcheol's hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. He smiles at your touch, leaning into your hand.

"That's it," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "Just relax and follow my lead." He slides a finger inside you, watching your reaction carefully. "You're so tight," he groans, his cock twitching at the feeling of your walls around his finger. "And so wet for me." He adds a second finger, stretching you out slowly. You gasp at the slight burn, but he kisses you to distract you from the discomfort.

"Just breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his thumb rubbing your clit again. "I promise it'll feel amazing soon." You bite your lip, your breathing ragged as Seungcheol continues to work his fingers inside you. "It feels... weird," you say, your voice shaky. He chuckles softly, curling his fingers to hit a sensitive spot. "Good weird or bad weird?" he asks, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.

You let out a moan as pleasure starts to replace the discomfort. "Good," you gasp, arching your back. "So good." Seungcheol smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "That's my girl," he says, adding a third finger and stretching you even further. "You're taking me so well, baby."

Seungcheol notices you trying to hold back your moans and shakes his head. "Don't do that," he says, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I want to hear every sound you make." He leans down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

As if on cue, he hits a particularly sensitive spot, and you can't help but let out a loud moan. "Seungcheol!" you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. He grins at your reaction, his fingers thrusting in and out of you faster now. "That's it," he encourages, his thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles. "Let go for me."

You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes wide and a little scared. "I don't know if I can," you say, your voice trembling. "What if I... what if I make a mess?" Seungcheol's expression softens as he continues to work his fingers inside you. "Baby, that's the point," he says gently. "I want you to feel good enough to lose control."

He leans down to kiss your forehead. "Trust me," he murmurs. "I'll take care of you, no matter what happens." He redoubles his efforts, his fingers curling and thrusting with more intensity. "Let go," he repeats, his voice firm but gentle. "I want to see you fall apart for me."

You close your eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through your body. Seungcheol's fingers are relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans grow louder and more desperate, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. "Seungcheol, I'm... I'm gonna..." you gasp, feeling a tightening in your core.

He knows you're close, and he pushes you over the edge with a few more expert strokes. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Cum on my fingers, baby." Your body convulses as you finally let go, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reach your peak. You cry out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.

Seungcheol works you through it, slowing his movements as you come down from your high. "That's my good girl," he praises, kissing your neck softly. "You did so well." Seungcheol looks down at the wetness between your legs, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at you," he says, his fingers tracing the mess he's made. "You're so beautiful when you're like this."

He wipes his fingers on the sheets and leans down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. "I can't wait to be inside you one day," he murmurs against your lips.

[absdollievu]

And they were roomates

nerdcollege!abby x femcollege!reader

“Room 302”

You can feel Abby’s eyes on you again—sharp, silent, disapproving. You’re sprawled across your bed, phone raised above your head, fingers moving fast as you send another voice note in the group chat.

“You ever gonna open that textbook?” Abby’s voice cuts through the room like a knife through quiet.

You roll onto your side and glance over. She’s at her desk, back straight, highlighter moving across a page like she’s painting a masterpiece. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to her forehead. She hasn’t looked away from the page, but she doesn’t need to. You already know the look on her face.

“I’m multitasking,” you say, gesturing lazily with your phone.

She finally looks up. “Multitasking?” She lifts an eyebrow. “Pretty sure TikTok doesn’t count as prep for midterms.”

You grin. “Hey, there’s educational content on here. I saw a guy explain quantum physics using cats and Red Bull.”

Abby closes her book with a loud thunk. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

She exhales—more tired than annoyed. You think she might actually be used to you by now. It’s been three months, and despite your late-night voice calls, early morning music blasts, and a general aversion to productivity, she hasn’t requested a room change. Not once.

You sit up and cross your legs. “Wanna watch a movie instead? You look like you need a break.”

Abby narrows her eyes. “You’re trying to corrupt me.”

“I’m trying to save you. You’ve been studying since lunch. Your brain is gonna melt.”

She hesitates, and for a second, you think she might say no. But then she sighs, pushes back from her desk, and grabs the remote.

“If I fail this test because of you, I’m writing your name on my scantron.”

You snort. “At least we’ll go down together.”

And as the movie starts, and she finally smiles for the first time all day, you can’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—being annoying has its perks.

⸻

You’re out of breath, hoodie half-zipped, and the panic in your chest is loud enough to drown out your thoughts as you bang on the dorm door like your life depends on it. Because, honestly? It kind of does.

“Abby! Abby, open up! Please! I’m gonna die!”

The door swings open a few seconds later. Abby stands there in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, glasses perched low on her nose, a protein bar in one hand and her usual look of exhausted patience in the other.

You’re practically vibrating. “Midterms. Abby. I don’t know anything. I looked at my notes and it’s like ancient Greek.”

She blinks once. “So you’re finally realizing you’re screwed.”

“Yes! And I need you to unscrew me. Academically. Please.”

Abby takes a long, dramatic bite of her protein bar, chews, and then says, “No.”

Your jaw drops. “No?!”

“No,” she repeats, adjusting her glasses. “I’m walking to the café. I need caffeine. And distance.”

And with that, she steps past you and starts walking down the hallway like some calm, towering goddess of discipline and disappointment. You scramble to catch up.

“Abby. Abby, come on. You’re, like, my only hope. Everyone else is worse than me. Paulina thought the French Revolution was about baguettes. Please.”

She keeps walking, not even sparing you a glance as she pushes through the dorm exit and into the brisk air. “Should’ve thought about that before you decided to major in group chat politics instead of psychology.”

You groan. Loudly. The café’s across campus. It’s going to be a long walk. But you’re committed now. You trail after her, spewing every excuse and half-baked promise you can think of.

“I’ll buy you coffee! I’ll clean our whole room! I’ll go to class! I’ll—”

You reach the café’s doors just as Abby pulls one open. You tug gently on her arm, face scrunched in a dramatic plea. “Abby. If I fail, I’ll have to retake the class. With a professor who hates me. And I’ll cry. You hate when I cry.”

She pauses, hand still on the door. Her expression softens—just a little—and she exhales like this is the most exhausting favor anyone’s ever asked of her.

“Fine,” she mutters, holding the door open wider. “But I’m quizzing you over coffee. And if you get one question wrong, I’m making you delete TikTok for the rest of the semester.”

You gasp. “You are cruel. You’re cruel, Abby Anderson.”

And yet, as you both step into the warm, espresso-scented air of the café, you can’t help but grin. Because even when she rolls her eyes and pretends to hate you, she still shows up.

⸻

It’s been a few days since the café. Abby hasn’t said anything about how well you did, or how she’s been quietly rewriting her study materials so they make more sense to you—not the textbook. But you can feel it in the way she starts pausing after each card, letting you come to the answer in your own weird, roundabout way. She doesn’t roll her eyes as much. Doesn’t sigh as dramatically. Sometimes she even lets your ridiculous examples stand without correction.

Tonight, you’re in the dorm. Your side’s a mess, as usual. Her side? Not a single thing out of place—except for the fact that her desk is currently occupied by both your notebooks, two mugs of tea (hers mostly untouched), and a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels you brought in as a peace offering.

Abby sits across from you, legs crossed, pen tapping against her knee. Her glasses are slipping again. You wonder if she knows how often she pushes them up when she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Okay,” she says, holding up a card. “Explain confirmation bias.”

You lean back on your elbows and smirk. “That’s when you only look for stuff that proves you’re right. Like how I keep ignoring my grades and focusing on the one time a professor said I had potential.”

She snorts. “That’s… not wrong.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

She looks down at the flashcard. “Next question.”

But the corners of her mouth are still tugged upward, just a bit. She flips the card and throws you another one. “Defense mechanisms. Give me two.”

You hold up a finger. “Projection. Like when you get mad at me for not studying, but really you’re mad at yourself for how much you secretly enjoy our study sessions.”

Abby raises an eyebrow.

You add a second finger. “And denial. Like how you’re pretending you don’t love my sense of humor.”

She rolls her eyes so hard it almost counts as a stretch. “That’s not how those work.”

“It’s how I work.”

She looks up at you then, chin tilted slightly, and there’s something unreadable flickering behind her glasses—like she’s trying to figure you out, again. You hold her gaze a second too long before she glances away and pretends to reorganize the cards.

The air shifts, just a little. Not a full change. Not serious. But enough that the room feels warmer, more charged.

You break the moment with a grin. “What, no lecture this time?”

“I’m saving it for when you inevitably crash mid-sentence because you’ve been running on caffeine and chaos.”

“You care.”

“I’m invested in not watching you spiral.”

“You care a lot.”

She looks at you again. This time, it lingers. “Shut up and read the next definition.”

You don’t. Not right away. You study her instead—how she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s holding something back, how her fingers flex slightly when she’s annoyed and trying not to show it. How she doesn’t push you away when the flirting starts to sneak in like a slow drip. She just… lets it hang in the air.

You flip a flashcard.

“Okay,” you say. “Final question: which defense mechanism is it when you pretend not to like your annoyingly charming roommate?”

Abby lets out a sharp breath through her nose. Her mouth quirks into a reluctant smile, but she doesn’t look up. “That’s called repression,” she mutters, scribbling something in her notebook.

You’re grinning. “Interesting. Very, very interesting.”

She doesn’t say anything.

But her ears are a little red.

And she still hasn’t told you to stop.

⸻

The dorm’s gone quiet. Flashcards are stacked neatly on Abby’s desk, tea mugs mostly drained, and the study buzz has simmered into something slower, more still. You stretch, groaning dramatically, then grab your towel and shower caddy.

“I’ll be quick,” you say, already halfway to the door.

Abby doesn’t look up. “Please don’t flood the hallway again.”

“No promises.”

You disappear down the hall, the sound of the shower starting a minute later.

Abby brushes her teeth in silence in the bathroom while you’re showering. Taking a quick glance outside to your side of the room—half a disaster zone, half a lived-in mess she’s begrudgingly gotten used to. She spits, rinses, and wipes her mouth on the towel hanging by her bunk.

The shower shuts off.

You return, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at your damp hair, cheeks pink from the heat. You don’t say anything as you dig through your drawer for a sleep shirt, but Abby catches the slight grin on your face when you realize she’s watching and turns quickly back toward her bed.

You change with your back to her. Nothing dramatic—just cotton and routine and maybe a heartbeat that’s a little too loud for no real reason. You crawl into bed, exhale, and reach to turn off the lamp.

Darkness swallows the room in a soft, shared quiet.

“Goodnight, Ab’s,” you mumble into your pillow.

There’s a beat.

“Don’t call me that,” she says automatically, voice low.

You roll over slightly, just enough to peek through the dark. Waiting.

And then, softer:

“Goodnight.”

You smile, eyes already slipping closed.

Abby turns her face to the wall, tugging the blanket up—and hiding the small, involuntary smirk that’s found its way to her lips.

⸻

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hi, may I request soft dom!Xavier with a vibrator.....? thank you in advance!

Soft dom!Xavier coming right up!

Warnings: Soft dom!Xavier, vibrators, over stimulation, squirting, praise

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"Just a little longer, okay?"

He presses the vibrator harder into your clit as you whine from over stimulation. You grip onto his thigh to steady yourself as your next release builds up inside of you.

"Xavier please, I don't know how much more I can take."

He plants a kiss on your cheek before turning up the intensity. You cry out as your high rushes over you. Your wetness gushing out over you both as he lets out a satisfied hum.

"You're doing so well. I know you can give me just one more."

With his other hand he turns your head into a searing kiss. Desperation pours out of you as you whine in his mouth begging for another. Your whole body ached and wept for an end but you can't help how good it feels. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away. He trails his kisses down your face and jaw as you turn back to the mirror in front of you. You look directly into his eyes before closing them, far too embarrassed to look at yourself.

"But you look so pretty like this. I almost want to take a picture for later."

He presses the vibrator against you just a little harder and you once again feel your orgasm rushing over you, harder this time. You nearly double over in ecstasy as you gush over you both once again.

"Xa-vier, p-please. I can't take anymore."

You choke out as you settle back into yourself. He turns the vibrator off as you collapse deeper into his arms. He pulls you in for another kiss whispering praises on your lips.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Good Graces (NSFW)

Synopsis: You and Joe have been together since his start at LSU and his transition to the NFL. The picture perfect couple who everyone thought would be together forever. It wasn't until a shift began to take place when you began to question if the two of you were truly meant to be. But when you least expect it, the relationship ends, and soon Joe realizes the mistake he made.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by: @a-moment-captured 😘💕

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Looking into the mirror in your bathroom in your newly purchased condo, you started applying a face mask as you thought about how just weeks ago you thought that you were going to spend forever with someone that you had loved through thick and thin and the ups and downs all for him to pull the rug out from beneath you and send you catapulting into an abyss of sadness.

The tears had been off and on since that day and in order to give yourself somewhat of a piece of mind, you tried to make sense of it.

But even then, more than likely that would make you cry even more.

The two of you were the picture perfect couple that complimented each other well in every aspect. Having been together through his time at LSU and him moving onto the NFL as well as him supporting your career as a sports journalist, the world was at your feet.

Until it wasn’t.

There started to be a shift, especially after his season ending wrist injury and it was a feeling that you couldn’t quite shake. You had been supportive as always and helped him in every way that you could, but the feeling in the pit of your stomach remained. The two of you even stopped having sex and it was like every day you were just going through the motions. Knowing that this was the person you wanted to be married to, you proposed the idea of going to couples therapy and to your surprise he actually agreed.

It had gotten better, at least for a short period of time and you were happy to have your Joe back. 

Except you didn’t have him back and the night of your anniversary was when you found out.

This was the night that you just knew he was going to propose so of course, a good amount of time was spent on your nails, your hair and your outfit that was ultimately picked out by Joe. He told you to be ready at a certain time so that the two of you can head to the restaurant for your reservation. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t talked about marriage before, and how many kids you both wanted, etc.

You still remember the last thing he said to you before the two of you left the house as you were admiring yourself in the mirror while adding jewelry for the final touch. Joe came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you as he rested his head on your shoulder and looked at you through the mirror making a smile appear on your face.

“I knew I picked the perfect dress for tonight, you look gorgeous.”

Once at the restaurant, you noticed that the two of you went into a section that was closed off which you figured was for the best so that you two could have privacy without the prying eyes of the public. Everything seemed to be going well and the two of you had just finished dessert when Joe had caught your attention.

“Y/N, I have something that I need to tell you.” Joe said which you thought was somewhat odd. He almost never called you by your full name unless he was being serious. 

This was it, you were getting your ring and would officially be becoming Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow. You had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was only right that it happened on your anniversary.

“Sure, babe. Go ahead, I’m listening.” You had your eyes on him and he took a deep sigh before saying anything else.

“I think we need to break up. This isn’t working for me anymore.”

It took you a few seconds for your brain to register exactly what he had just said to you, but once it did you had a look of disbelief on your face.

“Excuse me? What? What are you talking about? What isn’t working for you?”

“I feel like we’ve grown apart and we don’t want the same things out of life anymore.”

“That is utter bullshit.” You told him without backing down and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Y/N, this isn’t meant to hurt you, but…”

“Let me cut your ass off right there because what do you mean this isn’t meant to hurt me? You tell me to dress up, get my hair and nails done all for you to break up with me and on OUR anniversary? Un-fucking-believable.”

“I…”

“We talked about marriage and having kids and I have been with you through fucking EVERYTHING. Who was there when you won the Hesiman? When you entered the draft? When you blew out your fucking knee your rookie year? So, this is the thanks I get? Really? That’s the best answer you can come up with?” You asked him and he sat there and looked at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Who is she? Because there has to be someone else. That’s the only other logical explanation for this.”

“There isn’t anyone, I never cheated on you. Ever.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if I believe that. But at this point, it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?”

“Believe what you want, but I’m telling you the truth. I’m not happy anymore and I haven’t been for a long time.”

Hearing him say that broke your heart and it took everything in you to not erupt in tears at the table.

“Well, I guess I should go then, huh? Thanks for dinner and ruining our anniversary.”

“Y/N, it wasn't my intention to ruin anything. But I needed to be honest with you. Let me at least drive you back.”

“No need. All my stuff will be out of our… well now it's just your house by midnight and take my name off the deed.”

That was February 14th, 2024 and you were still feeling the effects months later. Once the news broke that the picture perfect couple of the NFL was no more, your Instagram comments were flooded on the daily with people claiming that you used him and now he could finally get someone who deserved him and deserved him back sending you further into a deeper depression.

While on the other hand, there were men and women in your comments begging to give them a chance.

You disappeared for a while and moved back to your hometown of Atlanta spending a good amount of time with your parents and trying to focus on moving forward. Your parents felt some type of way about the break up and how he did it, but you told them that there was nothing to do but move on. Obviously, your parents had also grown close to him and thought of him as their ‘bonus son’ and they were literally waiting for him to pop the question.

The question that never came. 

During that time, you started your own clothing line that focused on all 32 teams in the NFL from shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, hats, gloves, and more. Your best friend Sage had been trying to keep your spirits up during the summer and had treated you to a 14 day cruise where you could truly disconnect from the world around you.

After you and Joe had ended your relationship, your friendship with both Ja’Marr and Justin seemed to end as well. All four of you were extremely close at LSU, but all in all you get it. The only reason you knew them was because of Joe and he had been friends with them first, except for Justin. But it still hurt nonetheless. Many calls and texts would go unanswered by the both of them to the point where you had just given up and moved on.

The new season was approaching and you were extremely nervous because you knew that crossing paths with Joe was bound to be inevitable. But you were going to hold your head high and remain professional. In the end, it was his loss and he would have to live with the decision that he made. The first game of the season that you would be covering was the Ravens vs. Chiefs and you were currently packing a bag in order to catch your flight later that evening.

Sage was supposed to be helping you pack, but instead she was helping herself to your newly stocked wine cabinet.

“Sage! Isn't that your third glass?” You asked her as you were packing up your toiletries while she made herself comfortable on the couch that was situated in your bedroom.

“And it’s almost gone so I'll probably need a fourth.” She replied as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I need to put a lock on that cabinet when you come over.”

“I think I'm more nervous than you are for this season.” She confessed and you looked at her confused. 

“What for?”

“Uh? What do you mean what for? The person who broke your heart is an NFL quarterback last time I checked. And you are an analyst who has to interview players all the time.”

“And? That isn't going to stop me from doing my job. I worked hard for everything I have and a little break up isn't the end of the world.” You told her and you weren’t quite sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. At this point, it was probably both.

“Bestie, this wasn't a little break up. You cried everyday for two months straight.” She told you as she finished off her third glass and mumbled the last part.

“Please don't remind me. Why are we talking about him anyway? No point in dwelling on the past and what could have been.”

“You’re right, sorry. It doesn't matter and you're going to be amazing as always.”

“It’s his loss and he will never be in my good graces for as long as he still walks this earth. How could I possibly forgive him for what he did?”

“Oh…”

“Oh, what?”

“So, you mean to tell me if he were to walk through that door right now and beg for forgiveness you would tell him no?” She asked and you stopped what you were doing to come and sit down next to her.

“Sage, I thought that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him…”

“We all did to be quite honest…”

“And when he broke up with me out of nowhere, that was a type of hurt that I never ever want to feel again. And I damn sure don’t want my future son or daughter to end up going through what I did. And it looked as if he didn’t even care and wasn’t even sad about it. I think that was what hurt me the most. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anyone else and I honestly don’t know if he was telling the truth now that I think about it.”

“But… okay to me the entire thing just didn’t make any sense. The two of you had been together since 2018, fell off a little bit, went to therapy, we think we’re in the clear and then he just goes and breaks up with you on Valentine’s Day out of nowhere?”

“And it was our anniversary.”

Sage sighed and looked down at her empty wine glass before looking back up at you.

“Well, you know what they say…”

“And what is that exactly?”

“He was obviously just a placeholder for your actual husband and now you just have to find him. And you still never answered my question.”

“What was your question?”

“If Joe were to walk through this door right now and beg for forgiveness, would you be willing to accept it and the two of you start fresh?”

“He has to prove to me that he even deserves to have a second chance and then I’ll be able to decide.”

—

Joe was feeling confident about the new season and coming back from his wrist injury that cut his season short the previous year. It wasn’t quite where he wanted it to be and he could tell that he didn’t throw the ball the same, but he was a lot further along than he had been. 

He had worked the absolute hardest he had ever worked in his entire life after the injury to get back to at least 95% of where he had been before it happened. At first it started off with you being by his side and when he decided to end things between the both of you, he was on his own. Which he admits was hard for him to adjust to seeing as he hasn’t had to do it since the two of you met in 2018.

When he had really sat down and thought about the relationship between you and him, he could honestly say that he loved you, but he wasn’t in love with you anymore as hard as that was to actually admit. But he needed to be honest with himself and stop stringing you along because he knew in the end that it wasn’t fair. 

He had tried everything that he could think of to make it work between the two of you since the last thing he wanted was to just throw those precious years away, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and figured that the relationship had run its course and now it was in his best interest to let it go, not only for his sake, but also for yours.

When the relationship was no more and when the news of it broke, it seemed like you had fallen off the face of the earth. It was known that you would also cover the NBA during the NFL’s off-season, but after it happened you weren’t doing coverage of games anymore. Not that he cared how you were spending your time now, but it just happened to be something that he noticed. 

One thing this season he was honestly dreading–well not exactly dreading, but he knew that it was probably going to be awkward was you having to interview him after games if the Bengals had won which you did with every quarterback on each of the winning teams. But, he’ll worry about it once the time came and for now was going to focus on trying to make this season the best one yet. 

Looking down at his phone, he saw that it was his mom calling and he quickly picked it up to answer it.

“Hey mom.”

“Hi, have you and Y/N gotten back together yet?” She asked all in one breath, making Joe sigh and roll his eyes. This conversation would happen weekly, only for his mom to be disappointed because his answer hadn’t changed. 

“No, my answer is still the same from last week and I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“Well, when are you going to talk to her and beg for forgiveness for being stupid? Because that was stupid of you, I miss my daughter.”

“We just grew apart, that’s it. We’ve been together since we’ve been in college and sometimes that transition to the real world works and sometimes it doesn’t.” He answered as he was trying to decide what to make for dinner. 

“It was working just fine until you went and ruined it. Blindsided that poor girl.”

“Seriously?”

“Just being honest, don’t get mad at me because you decided to let an amazing girl go. She was with you through everything and you don’t just fall out of love with someone like that overnight.”

“Mom, I’m not doing this again with you. We’re over. We’re done. And you need to accept it.”

“Fine, I’ll just get your father to talk about it with you and I’ll probably never accept it to be honest. I was over here ready to plan for the wedding and then you tell me that you two broke up? Yeah, no. I’m still going to wedding plan for when you two get back together. I have so many ideas already.”

“Mom…. that probably isn’t going to happen.”

“Last time I checked, you couldn’t see the future so I’m holding out hope. But put it this way, whoever she does marry I know for a fact that I’m going to be invited to the wedding. I’m just hoping that you’ll be the groom waiting at the end of the aisle for her.”

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y/nsanders: oh hi. long time, no see. we are back and live for Thursday Night Football 😘

sagethegeminii: ultimate baddie of the NFL 😍

y/nsbabydaddy: Joe dumb as FUCK. How and WHY would you let her get away?

nfl: glad to see you back and always happy to have you

--

Joe had a text come through on his phone as he was getting dressed to head out to the field. The regular season had officially started and the Bengals were taking on the Commanders at home and he was hoping that they would be leaving the stadium with a win.

He glanced at his phone to see that the text was from his mom with a photo attached. Once he fully opened the message, he saw that it was a picture of you and his breath hitched. Purple had always been one of his favorite colors that you would wear, but pink was always number one. He immediately got a frown on his face once he saw what his mom said underneath.

Mom- And this is what you gave up, remember that. But good luck, today! Love you! Call her after the game. I know you miss her.

Noticing Joe's face, Ja'Marr quickly asked him what was wrong.

“You good bro? Why do you have that look on your face?” He asked as he sat down to lace up his cleats.

“My mom asks me every week when me and Y/N are going to get back together and she definitely just sent me a picture of her. I'm guessing it's her latest one that she posted on Instagram.”

“She’s still on that? It's been months.”

“I know and she doesn’t have a problem telling me how stupid I was to break up with her. I can't help that I wasn't in love with her anymore. She shouldn't be holding that against me.”

“It’s probably going to be a while before she does. I mean think about it, yall were together for six years and she saw her as her daughter.”

“I guess but I can't think about this right now. But have you talked to her?” Joe asked and Ja’Marr shook his head no.

“I uhh… it just felt awkward if I did. I mean the two of you aren't together anymore, so why would I? She did call and text a few times after it happened and then she just stopped.”

“Oh…”

“You were my friend first and I don’t know… I just felt weird about it.”

“That’s fair, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable so that was probably for the best.”

“Apparently Justin hasn't talked to her either.”

Hearing this surprised Joe because Justin was how the two of you actually met. You and Justin had been friends first and once he brought you around Joe and Ja’Marr that was all she wrote. The two of you were extremely close and he just hoped he wasn't the reason that a riff had possibly formed.

But deep down he knew that he probably was. 

“I just…. I hope she's happy.” Joe quietly said before slipping on his helmet.

It was now the beginning of the following week and it was 5:45 in the morning when Joe pulled his Porsche into Paycor stadium. He was never one to really browse social media, but something told him to check Instagram and once he did, he got a feeling in the pit of his stomach.

There Justin was.

And you were hanging off of his arm.

It almost looked as if the two of you were on a date and Joe didn't like that one bit. As he closed the app, he then placed his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants before getting out of the car and grabbing his backpack. A few moments later, Ja'Marr pulled in next to him and quickly got out so that they could walk into the building together.

“I thought you said her and Justin weren't talking?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Good morning to you too by the way.” Ja'Marr said as he turned his nose up at him.

“Morning, now EXPLAIN this.” Joe said as he opened his phone once again and shoved it in Ja’Marr's face.

“Well, that's what he told me the last time I talked to him. But my thing is that what are you so upset about? You aren't together anymore and you're the one who broke up with her. On Valentine’s Day might I add. And did you forget that they were friends before she dated you? It's probably nothing and your ass is paranoid for no good reason.”

“I'm not upset, I just….” Joe started to say, but then trailed off which led to Ja'Marr raising his eyebrows.

“You miss her no matter how much you don't want to admit it.”

“No!”

“You do and I don't know why you can't say that you do. You are literally having a temper tantrum over her going to dinner with someone who isn't you. Every chance you get, you bring her up when she probably isn't thinking about you. Maybe we wouldn't be having this losing streak if the two of you were still together.”

“What!?”

“Just saying. She was always the good luck charm.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense as the two of them finally started to walk inside.

Joe had a blank look on his face and Ja’Marr spoke up again.

“I know for a fact that you're miserable without her even if you are trying to put up a front right now. So, when you told me that you weren't in love with her, I felt it was bullshit.”

“No it wasn't and no I'm not!”

“Okay, if she was in front of you right now at this exact moment you're telling me that you wouldn't be begging for her to take you back?”

When Joe was quiet, Ja'Marr knew that he had his answer.

“Maybe your mom has been right this entire time and you just didn't want to admit it.”

A few more weeks had passed and it was now Thursday Night Football that would be taking place in Baltimore with the Bengals going against the Ravens. Joe knew for a fact that you would be there as an analyst, and his stomach was honestly in knots.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this nervous and honestly couldn't wait for the game to be over and done with. And not to mention that this was the game last year that he suffered his wrist injury in.

But, he had to do his best in order to remain focused.

As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team, he spotted you.

And you looked absolutely gorgeous.

Just like he knew you would.

You were sporting a bright smile and the pink outfit you wore complimented your skin well. He knew that for a fact you did this on purpose.

“And there she is. Our good luck charm so hopefully we come away with a win.” Ja’Marr muttered as Joe just sighed.

“And she's wearing pink.”

“So?”

“She knows that pink is my favorite color on her. She did that on purpose.”

“You really do give yourself too much credit. I mean what if that was the outfit her stylist picked?”

“Oh, you mean her stylist Chanel who also knows this information?” Joe replied sarcastically as Ja'Marr rolled his eyes.

“Once again, this shit was your fault. She never wanted to break up with you. So deal with it.”

“How many times are you going to remind me?!”

“As many times as it takes for you to grow some balls and beg here to take you back. 90s style, on your knees, wearing leather in the desert in 100 degree heat.”

“That…. That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“I’m telling you it’ll work, but I did my part and gave you advice. Do what you want.” Ja’Marr told him as he held his hands up in defense. 

The game had now gone into overtime and Joe's extra motivation was winning so that you would interview him. The win was so close, he could taste it. He also planned to ask you when the cameras stopped rolling if you two could talk.

Not about football.

But about the two of you.

He had a strong feeling that you were probably going to say no, but he had to at least try.

Another reason for him trying to talk to you was to get his mom to stop harassing him about trying to fix things between the two of you. Because she probably wasn't going to stop until he did.

Maybe she had been right this entire time. 

Joe's plans of talking to you were crushed as he looked at the scoreboard from the bench glaring back at him. He looked to his left to see you smiling at something Richard Sherman said and threw his helmet before starting to make his way towards the tunnel to the locker room. But what he didn't see until he turned back around was Ja’Marr jogging up to you. 

“Y/N.” You heard from behind and turned around to be met with the face of Ja’Marr as you were interrupted from walking towards Erin Andrews in order to say hi to her since the night had now come to a close.

You gave him a blank stare before he spoke up again.

“I don't have much time and need to head to the locker room, but maybe we can catch up soon. You still live in Cincinnati, right?”

“No and for what? Why would I live in the same city as the person who broke my heart? Nothing left for me there anymore.”

“Because we're friends and I get that. That was a stupid question.” He answered as he was shifting his weight back and forth, clearly nervous about what you were going to say to him.

“Are we friends? That's news to me considering that friends actually answer each other's calls and text messages and don't ignore them especially after a break up.” You replied which earned you a sigh from Ja'Marr in response.

“I know and I feel bad about that.”

“You only feel bad because I'm standing in front of you right now, otherwise you wouldn't care. But I get it. You were his friend first.”

“Y/N, that's not fair. Just… I'll call you so we can talk.”

“Did your best friend put you up to this?”

“No, and he doesn't even know I'm talking to you right now.”

“Hmm, you sure? Because the way he is shooting daggers in the back of your head right now says otherwise.” You told him before he turned around and was met with the sight of Joe looking at him from the tunnel. 

“Have a good rest of your night Ja'Marr.” Was the last thing you said before walking off as he did a light jog towards the tunnel headed to the locker room. As soon as he reached Joe, the questions started firing off at a rapid speed.

“What did she say? No wait, what did YOU say? Was she looking at me? Is she mad at you? Because I know she's probably still mad at me.” 

“I… bro… can you breathe for a second? I'll tell you later.”

“Later? How much later? Does she want to talk to me?” Joe shyly asked as he was now fidgeting.

“Uh, negative. And later as in I'll tell you on the plane later.”

–

Ja'Marr was sitting in his game room while he dialed your number to see if you would answer when he got the alert of someone being at his door.

He quickly opened the app and saw that it was Joe. Closing it just as quickly, he pulled up his text messages and told him to come in and that he was in the game room. The goal wasn't to call you until later, but Joe hadn't shown up at the time he had originally told Ja'Marr and didn't quite know what to expect. 

Because now he was bound to hear the entire conversation.

As soon as he heard your soft voice say “Hello,” was of course when Joe made his presence known and took a seat on the couch next to Ja'Marr.

“Um, hey. Honestly, I didn't think that you would answer. He told you and he could hear a scoff coming from your end.

“You asked to talk, so go ahead and talk.” As soon as Joe heard your voice, his eyes went wide.

They both looked at each other and Joe attempted to reach over and take the phone, but Ja’Marr smacked his hand away, making Joe glare at him.

“First things first, how have you been?”

“Okay I guess. Had to get used to a new normal and I think I've finally adjusted.” You proudly told him as you sipped on your smoothie.

“So where are you living now?”

“I moved back home to Atlanta after everything happened and I have a really nice condo down here. Maybe during the off season, you can come and see it.”

“I'd like that. Have you talked to Justin at all?”

“Ja'Marr, stop bullshitting me. You saw the pics didn't you? And then your best friend asked you if you knew anything about it, am I right?”

“I uh…”

“I've been around you for how many years? I think I know how all three of you operate by now.”

“Justin had told me you two hadn't talked in a while and that's why I wanted to ask. Usually it was when you saw one, you saw the other.”

“That was the first time that we talked since it happened. He apologized to me because I told him that it felt like he chose to be friends with that person instead of me so it felt that my friendship to neither of you was important.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is what it is at this point. Whatever.” You replied as you brushed him off.

“I know it's bad if you don't even want to say his name. And I'm sorry for making you feel that way.”

“Say it for what? I don't have a reason to. And I appreciate the apology. Even if it's months late.”

Joe once again attempted to take the phone and mouthed to Ja'Marr ‘Let me talk to her.’ And once again shook his head no.

“Ja’Marr?”

“Oh, huh?”

“You okay? You seem a little distracted. I called your name twice.”

“I'm fine.”

“Yeah, I know you didn't hear me because I said I've been on a few dates.”

“WITH WHO!?” Joe immediately yelled and Ja'Marr looked like he was damn near ready to tackle him.

It was quiet for a few seconds when both Joe and Ja'Marr were looking at each other anticipating what you would say since they both knew for a fact that you knew Joe's voice like the back of your hand.

They looked at each other, down at Ja'Marr's phone and then back at each other once more.

“I know that voice anywhere. You mean to tell me that he's been listening this entire time and is there with you?!” You asked Ja'Marr who was very close to kicking Joe out of his house.

“I…”

“Y/N! Just talk to me… Please.” Joe was trying to plead with you, but you weren't having it.

“Joseph, you must have lost your fucking mind if you think that I'm going to talk to you. And Ja'Marr I should have known your ass would do this.”

“But I didn't! Joe just….”

“I have things to do so bye. Do me a favor, both of you? Don't call me again.”

Once you hung up, it was silent in the room before Ja'Marr finally broke it.

“Your ass literally had ONE JOB. To stay quiet. And you couldn't do that?”

“I can't help that I miss her.”

“Oh, so now we admit it? A little late for that.”

From that day on, Joe consistently called you at least once a week and it was right after Thanksgiving and Black Friday when you had finally given in and responded to a text that he had sent you.

Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Y/N, you left your LSU sweatshirt here. Do you want to come and get it?

You- Throw it away

Ex- Boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- But it's one of your favorite ones. And I obviously can't fit it. Oh and I found one of your earrings.

When you saw the photo come through on your phone, you sighed.

It was the one you had been looking for for months.

You- You bought them for me and so I don't want them. Throw them out too.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I'm not throwing those out. They were expensive as hell. And it's your favorite pair.

You- Give them to the girl you cheated on me with

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I NEVER cheated on you and I'm going to give someone one earring?

You- Or so you say and I don't care what the fuck you do at this point.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- You can literally go through my phone and I can prove I'm not lying

You- Do you really think I'm that dumb? It's been months and you have had plenty of time to delete whatever evidence was left.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I know you aren't dumb and I’m not lying. You also left this here. 

It was another picture and it was your favorite lingerie set that Joe had bought you.

And of course it was pink.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- I figured you probably wanted it 

You- I'm coming to get my things and then I'm leaving.

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- What day are you coming?

You- When is your next off day?

Ex-boyfriend that was meant to be my husband- Wednesday 

You- I'll be there around 3 pm.

Wednesday was finally here and Joe being excited was an understatement. He knew that it was a long shot, but he filled the fridge as well as the pantry with your favorite food and snacks just in case.

Sure enough the doorbell rang at 3 pm as promised and Joe just about sprinted to the door in order not to delay seeing you any longer. Once he opened the door he tried to contain his excitement, but failed miserably.

“Hey.” Joe greeted you as you just stared at him before greeting him as well.

“Hi, let's make this quick. Where are my things?” You said as Joe then moved to the side to let you pass by him to get into the house.

You were trying to quiet the butterflies in your stomach as you walked past him.

“Wait, can we please talk? I mean I have you here, so…” He replied while rubbing the back of his neck which was a tell tale sign of him being nervous and you turned around to face him.

“I don't have time for this. I told you that I needed to make this quick.”

“Where do you even have to be right now? And you would have probably kept dodging my calls if I even attempted to do it that way.”

“Very far away from my ex-boyfriend is where I need to be and you have a point. Besides, I told your mom that I would see her while I was here.”

“Wait, what!? So, you'll go and see my mom, but won't talk to me?” Joe asked and you crossed your arms.

“Last time I checked, your mother isn't the one who broke up with me. Far as I'm concerned, she's still in my good graces while you sir are far from it. Very far actually. At this point, you are galaxies away from it. You like outer space so I know you'll get that reference.”

“Just give me ten minutes. Twenty if you’re feeling generous.”

“I'm not feeling generous, but you probably won't let me leave anyway until I do so I might as well.” You sarcastically commented as you went to sit on the couch in the living room with Joe coming to sit next to you.

“Okay so… I miss you and breaking up with you was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.”

“Joseph…” You started to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

You literally just wanted your clothes.

That's it.

“Let me finish. I… I know it's been months, but I haven't been sleeping properly and it seems that everything around me is also turning to shit. But, you were always there for me and you were my number one supporter, no matter what. Even when I look back on some situations, I probably wouldn't have considered myself the best boyfriend and that wasn't fair to you. I honestly have no idea why I thought breaking up with you was a good idea. But at the same time, it got to the point where I felt like I was living with a roommate and not my actual girlfriend because I had given up and took you for granted. You were the one who kept trying, but I honestly couldn't see it getting any better in the future for us.”

Silence hung in the air for at least a minute before you deeply sighed once more. 

“I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to marry you that day, but instead you broke up with me.” You quietly said as Joe then nodded his head before you said anything else. 

“And out of all the days to do it? Our official anniversary and Valentine’s Day?” You added while looking at him.

“Definitely not my best moment.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“But that's why I'm apologizing now and trying to make this right.”

“Let me ask you this. Why do you think that you deserve another chance?”

“Because I need to show you that I can be the boyfriend that you deserve. I’m going to make sure that I treat you like a priority and not put you on the backburner because of whatever else that I have going on. And I definitely came to the conclusion that you were right.”

“About?”

“Telling me that it was bullshit when I said that I wasn't in love with you anymore.”

“Hmm, funny how that played out, huh?” You replied without looking impressed by Joe's explanation. 

“I promise you that you won't regret it. Giving me a second chance I mean.”

“I need to think about it.”

“And that's fine. Take all the time you need. But I can grab your stuff for you so you can be on your way. It's upstairs.”

“You can't pack a bag to save your life, no matter how simple it is. I'll go get it.” You told Joe and hopped off the couch before he could protest. As soon as you walked into what was once your master bedroom, there the bag was sitting at the end of the bed.

You unzipped it to see your sweatshirt, the earring in a small jewelry box, and your lingerie as Joe had promised. What you didn't expect was your neon green vibrator as well as your rose toy to be underneath everything. 

As you were playing with the rose in your hand, you heard Joe's voice behind you.

“I figured that you would want those back too.”

“I was in such a rush to get all of my things that I completely forgot about them.”

That was when Joe came closer to you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“But I know for a fact that as many times as you make yourself cum with your vibrator that it'll never be on the same level as me.” 

“Hmm…”

“Hmm, what?”

“Then prove it.” You whispered and Joe immediately turned you around to face him. One hand went around your waist as the other reached up to stroke your cheek.

“You sure about that?” He asked while a smirk started to form on his face.

“If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have said it.”

—

“Right there, stay right there.” You moaned out and Joe abided by your command while also placing the rose toy on your clit at the same time.

Your right hand went over your mouth as your orgasm hit you and obviously noticing, Joe then slid out and stood up from the bed to gaze at you before he pulled you by your ankles to the bottom making you yelp as he began to use his tongue to pleasure you. 

The hold that he had on your hips was tightened as he felt you squirming and came up for air while also scolding you to stay still.

“You told me to prove it, but I can't do that if you keep moving. Stay still, baby.” He told you before going back to his previous task.

After some time had passed there seemed to be a pattern with his movements and then a sudden realization hit you.

He was spelling his name over and over again with his tongue over your clit.

Not just his first name either, but literally 

Joseph

Lee

Burrow 

Joe was marking his territory as you felt that you were going to absolutely lose it. 

“Shit, oh my gosh. Fuckkk.”

At this point, your eyes were closed but when you opened them, you looked down to see Joe staring directly at you with his gaze not faltering for a second.

“Take your eyes off me again and I won't let you cum.”

Listening to directions, you did as you were told and your hands found a way into his hair. The tugging on it that you were doing was an attempt in order to keep him as close to you as possible.

Feeling that you were close once more, you began grinding against his face as Joe began to suck on your clit.

Not even thirty seconds later, you squirted all over his face and could tell that the sheets underneath you were definitely ruined. As you were trying to move away from him in an attempt to recover, he pulled you back and still continued to eat you out making you scream in protest.

“Fuck, Joeyyyy I can't take it.”

“You can and you will. Give me one more, just one. I know my pretty girl can give me one more.”

Hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ sent you completely over the edge and you damn near fell off the bed before Joe caught you and pulled you back. 

As soon as he let you catch your breath, he peered up at you and smirked.

No words were spoken as he immediately flipped you over onto your stomach and you knew what was coming next.

“I thought you said one more!?”

“Well I lied. Arch your back for me. Unless you don't want me to?” Joe asked as he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder.

“You haven't had me inside for damn near a year. Don't tell me you want to tap out already. Hmm, pretty girl? You got one more in you?”

Not responding to him with words, you laid your head to rest on your arms as you lifted your hips and arched your back like he originally told you.

Joe let out a small laugh before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sliding in making a gasp escape from your mouth.

“That’s what I thought.”

–

“This doesn't mean that I forgive you.” You told him as both of you were trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around you.

“But it's a good start, right?” He asked while leaning over to kiss your cheek and all you did was look at him.

“I knew that you couldn’t resist and did I prove you right?”

“Don't push it. And now because of you distracting me, I don't have enough time to go and see your mom before my flight leaves. She has literally been begging me to come and see her.”

“You were the one who told me to prove it and it was a good distraction but how about this? You fly back and spend my birthday with me. I mean if your schedule allows it that is. You're only covering Thursday's night game, right?” Joe asked hopeful and proceeded to give you puppy dog eyes which he knew was your weakness and knew that more than likely you weren't going to say no.

“I…”

“Please? We're flying back on Monday since we're playing at 8 on Sunday. I would love to have you here waiting for me.”

“Please don't let me regret this.”

“I promise that you won't.” He replied as you propped your head on your arm to look at him.

“I didn't think I would regret it the first time, but look at what happened.” You quietly said and Joe lowkey looked offended.

“Wait, you regret being with me?”

“No, I didn't word it right. I don't regret being with you. But towards the end, I thought we were back on the same page, but apparently we weren't. I regret letting it get as bad as it did.”

“I guess that's fair. And I can imagine at one point that I wasn't the easiest person to be around.” Joe confessed as you nodded.

“You weren't, but because of the type of person that I am, I was there to be as supportive as possible because I knew that you would do the same thing for me. Or at least at one time I thought you would.” You trailed off as Joe nodded his head meaning that he understood. 

“If you are willing to give me another chance, I promise that it won't happen again. I took you for granted and have been feeling the effects since February.”

“I'll be back here on Saturday and stay until Tuesday so that way I'm able to spend your birthday with you.” You told him and Joe couldn't hide the smile that graced his face and squeezed you tighter and kissed your forehead.

“Don't kiss me, I don't know where your mouth has been.”

“You do know. I just spent 45 minutes eating you out.”

“Oh. Good point. I guess I'll allow it.”

“And I'm not done so sit on my face.”

“You literally don't want me to be able to walk do you?”

“Just following directions you gave. Don't be mad at me for listening.”

As promised, you flew back in on Saturday and saw Joe off before his flight, went to lunch with Robin and it was currently Sunday. You had been watching the games since they started with an occasional nap during halftime.

It was now time for the Bengals to take the field against the Cowboys and you were wrapped in a burrito blanket in what used to be your shared bed with Joe.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, once you caught the scent of Joe’s pillow it gave you a feeling of comfort. Which was the usual thing before the two of you broke up.

Positioning yourself so that you were laying directly on it and still in view of the television, you settled in as you got comfortable.

You missed him more than you wanted to admit at the moment and had to think long and hard about giving him another chance seeing as you never gave him a final answer. 

Did he deserve one?

You weren't quite sure if he did.

All that was running through your mind as kickoff began and the camera was quickly put onto him showing him on the sideline grabbing his helmet was if he happened to be really sorry for what he did and truly wanted to make a change.

Or was it just the convenience of it all?

Starting all over after being with someone for six years? You didn't exactly want to do that either, but you had already been making those small steps to do so since you believed that you were done with him for good.

But seeing as you were underneath him just twenty four hours before proved you wrong.

Yes, football was a priority and his career, but you were a priority too and expected to be treated as such. Because even though you also had your career as well, you always made sure to let him know how important he was to you by your actions.

So, the question was even though it had been almost an entire year, were things actually going to be different?

You couldn't hold it in any longer and picked up your phone to quickly dial Sage's number, but decided against it and ultimately came to the conclusion that a facetime call might be better. Once she came into view after she answered, she made a face at you.

“I was waiting for you to call me.”

“Oh?”

“Where are you because you turned off your location and don't think I didn't notice.”

“Um..”

“Um, what?” Sage started to say, but then her eyes went wide.

“So, would the nature of this call happen to concern someone with the name Joseph Lee Burrow? I mean I guess it does seeing as you're in his bed.. well what once was your bed… and not watching the game with me. You had sex with him, didn't you? I love when I'm right. Tell me I'm right.”

“Three times Wednesday and once on Saturday before he left on his flight to Dallas.”

“I knew you were going to take that man back!” Sage yelled as she smiled at you.

“Hold on! I literally never said that.”

“I give you 24 hours to make it official. His birthday is tomorrow after all. Was that his gift? Or did you actually get him something?” She asked as you had now sat against the headboard.

“I'm actually giving him the gift that he was going to get on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, yall are back together.”

“That's just it. I was here thinking that I wasn't sure if I should give him another chance.” You told her as the Cowboys kicked it back to the Bengals and it was Joe's turn to take the field once again.

“You two are meant to be together, but I get you being hesitant because the way you two broke up was diabolical.”

“It started with Ja'Marr wanting to talk to me, which I knew was about the pictures of me and Justin and to be nosey. However, Joe was listening the entire time and ended up blowing his cover and was pleading for me to talk to him.”

“What ended up blowing his cover?”

“I said to Ja'Marr that I had been on a few dates.”

“But you haven't…”

“I know and I did that on purpose. Ja'Marr was acting weird and I had a feeling that Joe was there with him and my theory proved to be right. Then Joe begged to talk to me and I told him in not so many words to fuck off.”

“But now you're in his bed….”

“He kept calling me for like a week straight and I finally answered a text where he said that he still had some of my things. And now here we are.”

“You're my best friend and I want you to be happy. Bottom line is that the little white boy from Athens makes you happy. I don't know why you're fighting this. Yes he fucked up but is trying to make it up to you.”

Hearing her say this made you sigh and nod your head in agreement at the same time.

“What if we break up again?”

“I highly doubt that. I think now he realizes what he lost, so therefore he knows better.”

“I had lunch with his mom yesterday too.”

“Ms. Robin goes harder for you than she does her own children and it is honestly hilarious. Best type of in law to have.

“And she also told me that she's been planning our wedding and she's been harassing Joe to apologize to me for, in her words, ‘being incredibly stupid’.”

“Well she does have a point.”

“I'm taking a chance and going to see how it goes.”

Feeling the bed dip, you opened your eyes to see Joe attempting to slide in next to you, but it proved to be slightly difficult since you were literally sprawled out across the bed like a starfish.

It made Joe laugh to himself as he opened his bedroom door and saw you. He had stood there for a few minutes simply admiring you and thought to himself that if you did end up getting him another chance, he better not do anything to fuck it up.

Otherwise, his mom probably would never let him live it down.

After taking a quick shower, he crawled into the bed next to you and felt you stir as he moved your head to lay on his chest.

He heard your quiet voice and then knew his attempt to try and not wake you up had failed.

“What time is it?”

“6 am, go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you up.”

“Why are you here so early? You're not supposed to be back until later.” You sleepily mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Because I missed you and wanted to spend as much time with you as I possibly could.”

“Happy birthday and I have your gift for you.”

“Wait, you didn't have to get me anything. Just you talking to me is a gift in itself.” Joe told you as he mumbled the last part.

“This is actually your gift from Valentine’s Day. I don't want it anymore so I figured that I should give it to you.” 

“We can do all that later. Just go back to sleep.”

“Fine.” You told him as you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

It was quiet for a few minutes and Joe thought you had fallen back asleep and was starting to drift off himself when he heard you call his name.

“Joseph….”

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I'll give you another chance, but if you fuck this up don't expect another one.”

“I promise I won't.”

“And I'm telling your mom.”

“I figured. You and her are best friends so when it comes to the two of you nothing surprises me. Any time I call her she never asks how I am, just if I had talked to you yet. And also never missed an opportunity to tell me how stupid I was for breaking up with you.”

“Because it was stupid and now look who came crawling back because he missed me? And you definitely failed to mention that she had been planning for a wedding even after we had broken up. She has an entire pinterest board she showed me when I went to see her.”

“And she’ll be excited when I tell her that we’re back together, but it’s probably going to take a lot of making up for you to even consider wanting to share my last name.”

“Play your cards right and there will be no reason for my answer to be anything other than yes.”

“Oh, and I should probably also mention that I never took your name off the deed so this is still your house just as much as it is mine.” 

A few days later, Ja’Marr was confused as to why he hadn’t seen Joe come out of his house yet in order to head to practice. He had sent him a text and called him multiple times, yet no response. The two of them would typically leave at the same time and lately Ja’Marr had been listening to Joe’s constant rants about you.

Walking over to his house, Ja’Marr banged on the front door in an attempt to wake him up if he was still sleeping because this wasn’t like him at all.

“Joe! Wake your ass up! We got shit to do! And because your ass is late, I can’t stop on the way and get McDonalds! So you owe me!”

About a minute and a half had passed before Ja’Marr banged on the door once again and when he was mid knock, the door flew open to reveal you behind it in one of Joe’s shirts and Ja’Marr’s eyes went wide before a smirk graced his face.

“Y/N?!? What?!”

“Ja’Marr, shut the fuck up because I’m still mad at you for what you did. But he’s getting ready now and will be down here in five minutes so can you please stop banging on the door and yelling at the top of your lungs?”

“I uh… um… it’s good to see you again. And you can be mad at me all you want, but I see my plan worked.” He said as he gestured to your outfit. 

“You don’t know that.”

“Y/N, you literally answered Joe’s front door in just his t-shirt. I know enough and I also know that yall were clearly fucking and Joe probably slept through his alarm.”

“No, he actually woke up early and I sucked his dick into another dimension and that’s why he’s late. I fucked him last night, but I’m still mad at you.”

“Spare me the details! I didn’t need to know all that.”

“Well I told you so deal with it.” You replied while crossing your arms across your chest.

Just then Joe came up behind you and turned you around to lean down and place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Okay, cut it out with the PDA! It’s too early!” Ja’Marr said as he was looking at the two of you. 

“Uh? Last time I checked, you were standing at my front door?” Joe told him as he smirked and Ja’Marr rolled his eyes.

“About time you two got back together. Now can we PLEASE leave? We’re going to have to do at least 80 to make it on time!”

“You worry too much, we’ll get there. Anyway, see you later, babe.”

“I’ll be here when you get back with nothing on laying in your bed.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him as he bit his lip while looking at you.

“Okay! ENOUGH! JOE, GET YOUR ASS TO THE CAR, NOW.”

“Stop being such a cockblocker.” He told him and you handed him the keys to his Porsche and Ja’Marr was following close behind as he walked to his car. 

“Apparently from what I’ve been told, I’m not blocking a damn thing.”

When both of them had their seatbelts on, Joe started the car and quickly backed out the driveway. The entire time Ja’Marr had been looking at him smiling.

Joe noticed as he looked over at him and started laughing.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“About time she took your ass back. But if you fuck up again, you’re on your own.”

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[paulyenvol6]

Fine Line

This is a smutty one shot with Joel Miller x reader and it's based on this request. Very angsty and lots of dom!Joel with daddy vibes and subby reader. I had so much fun writing this so thank you so much for the amazing request and feel free to send me whatever you want me to write. Enjoy <3

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, edging, orgasm denial, mentions of safe word, dubcon, daddy kink, dom and mean Joel, sub!reader, degrading, mentions of words like whore/bitch/slut, angst, anxiety, panic, fainting, having sex although the other person wants to stop, crying, aftercare, soft Joel in the end

Wordcount: ~6.41k

Masterlist

Joel was horny tonight.

You could see it in the way his lips were always slightly parted and his chest rose and fell more heavily than usual.

And he was simply more responsive to your arm that would brush against his side every now again or your hand against his chest. He had been like that the whole evening and now as you lay in his arms on the couch you couldn't help but think about the way you could take advantage of the situation.

When Joel was craving sex with you he was more willing to do you a favor just because he needed you so much that he didn't have the patience to think about what you were asking of him. And maybe, just maybe tonight could be one of those nights where you would be able to get exactly what you were yearning for.

It was clear to you that Joel was intiating sex when he wrapped an arm around your waist to press you to his center while covering your neck with sloppy kisses. He gently removed your hair to softly bite and mark your neck until you felt brave enough to come forward with your request.

"Joel?" you asked softly and he hummed against your skin. "Mhm?"

"I want you to be mean to me. Please."

It wasn't like the two of you were vanilla when it came to sex. You had tried a lot of different things that could be called kinky but Joel tended to be a little more careful with certain things than you were.

Your suspicion was that the reason for that was your age gap. You were in your early twenties after all and although he should really know how much you adored being with him and that you would never want to treat this life with him for a life with a younger man your age, you believed that he didn't love it because he didn't want to emphasize or increase the power imbalance between the two of you. Which you, quite frankly, hated.

Because he was so good at it that when you got your favourite freaky Joel you longed for him days after and begged him to be rough with you at any time of the day. Sometimes Joel played along to make you happy because that was what he was after at the end of the day but you always had a feeling that he felt bad after degrading you.

But now he chuckled and his hand became more firm on your stomach to hold you close to him.

"Ya want me to be mean? But you were such a good little kitten today, ain't that right?"

You gave him your biggest puppy eyes while turning in his lap so you could look at him.

"Please daddy. I want you to. I was good, yes, so please do me the favor."

Joel sighed and took your face in his hands. You loved when he did that, because his hands were so big that it felt like he was covering the whole side of your face.

"You want me to be mean to my favourite little pussy? That's gonna make me feel very bad, honey."

You were growing impatient now because you didn't know if Joel was simply teasing you or actually still considering treating you roughly tonight so you shifted in his lap rocking yourself against his crotch in order to get him hard.

"Ugh uh, babygirl," he growled at once and stopped you by placing his hands on your hips.

"If you want me to be hard on you, you're only gonna do what I tell you to do. That's your only task."

You had to surpress a proud smile because you finally had evoked the kind of Joel you needed right now. He was mocking you, treating you like you needed guidance with everything and would surely punish you if need be.

"I will. Please be hard on me, daddy, I need it."

He smirked and softly pulled at you bottom lip with his thumb.

"God…, will you look at that," he said with a husky voice and observed the way you lip snapped back.

"Such a silly girl. Beggin' me to treat you like shit when you usually ask for your sweet 'n nice daddy almost all the time."

He cupped your chin with his hand in order to observe you precisely and bit his lip at your sight.

"You want me to be mean? Then I'm gonna be really mean, baby. Gonna treat you like shit. S'this what ya want?"

Yes, that was what you wanted and you could already feel your pussy dripping at his words. Too stunned to speak you nodded determinedly but it wasn't enough for Joel.

"Words," he demanded and tapped against your bottom lip.

"I want it. Want you to be really mean."

He smirked and carefully, almost as if you were something fragile tilted your head in his hands. Then, within seconds he had grabbed your waist and moved the two of you over so you were on your back while he hovered over you. You let out a giggle which he instantly surpressed by pressing his lips on yours until you were left breathless.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth and wrapped your arms around him.

You wanted to test him, provoke him to the point where he would snap and put you in your place. Perhaps he was aware of your strategy but he still played along.

"Hands to yourself," he whispered and pinned your wrists down over your head with one hand.

"Joel," you whispered again but now he seemed to have officially taken on his role because his eyes remained cold and indifferent.

"Do you have something to say? Otherwise you're gonna shut up unless I tell you to speak."

With a bubbly feeling in your belly you shook your head and waited for what he would do next. He watched you for a while like he was a predator taking in the view of his helpless victim in front of him and you almost started to feel so impatient that you wondered if you should ask him to go on when he finally moved his hands to your waist in order to tug at the fabric and pull it up.

He revealed your belly, thumb drawing circles over your skin and exposed your abdomen until the underside of your chest was bare under his gaze.

"Not wearin' a fuckin' bra? Jesus Christ…," he growled and you clenched your thighs at his husky voice.

"Please," you moaned already feeling so tense and full of accumulated pleasure that you needed him to finally touch you now.

"And she's already begging me like a pathetic bitch," Joel's sharp voice cut through the air leaving you big-eyed.

"I just know that if I didn't take such care of you you'd whore your way around the city spreadin' those pretty legs for every breathing creature. 'Cause you're a needy slut that can't ever get enough."

He squeezed your breast at his words which forced you to let out a gasp. For a moment you had to remind yourself that Joel didn't actually think that way about you but he was playing this role for you. He was just so good at it that you feared he would make you feel so little that you would start to believe his evil words.

Both his hands were now busy with kneading your breasts so roughly that the throbbing between your legs became more intense the longer he proceeded. You pressed your thighs together, a pathetic attempt to get rid of it but it didn't really work so you shifted your hips to search for his knee between your legs.

When Joel realized what you were doing he harshly opened your legs with his knee leaving you feel even more uncomfortable. His hand enclosed around your nipple which got him your attention and you submissively looked up to him.

"Stupid girl. Pissin' me off after begging me to be rough with you. You're gonna take all of it now, babygirl and I swear to god I'll ignore your crying or beggin' or complainin' 'n you can moan my name as often as you like, I'll keep going until I'm satisfied."

As much as you were looking forward to this promise you couldn't help but feel a little reluctant as well because you were familiar with his ways of torturing and teasing you and the prospect of spending the night pleading and begging him to finally give you what you wanted wasn't exactly comfortable. But you had asked for this after all. You loved it when he was mean to you and you knew it would be worth it.

A shiver rippled down your spine as you felt him twist your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger while he simultaneously kneaded your other breast. It was a fine line between pleasure and pain that he overstepped every now and which would then leave you breathless and with tears in your eyes when he pulled a little too hard on your nipple. Then you placed your hand on his but Joel merely snorted furiously and pushed you away.

"I said you're gonna take it. Without fuckin' annoyin' me. Stick those fingers into your mouth if you can't keep 'em to yourself."

You wavered, unsure whether this was a command or not but eventually you coiled your hands into fists and pressed them to your side while letting Joel use you the way he wanted. He really took his time tonight, exploring and stroking every inch of your body he could reach and when he finally removed his hands you expected him to unbuckle his belt but to your surprise he didn't. Instead he first pulled your shirt over your head so your upper body was finally completely bare and then his fingers came down to your jeans to open them.

"Joel," you whispered and licked away the sweat that had gathered above your top lip.

"Shut up and do as I say," he muttered fretfully while pulling the fabric down. "S'all I'm fuckin' asking of you, okay? Can you just obey me for once in your life?"

You nodded slowly your eyes brimming with a new wetness that hadn't been there before. No, no, no, you couldn't allow yourself to take his rough words to heart. This wasn't Joel, this was the kind of Joel you had wanted. You liked it and you wanted to get degraded by him because of the way it made you feel. You had been looking forward to this so much and you would stay focused. Joel didn't mean it and afterwards he would hold you and tell you how much he loved you. He was just playing. Acting.

You snapped back when he had taken your jeans off and watched your quaking hands with a mixture of arrogance and enjoyment.

"Open your mouth," he demanded while gripping your chin. Once you showed him your flat tongue he spitted into your mouth examining how his spit landed on your tongue and then tapped against your bottom lip.

"Swallow."

You did and opened your mouth for him again.

"Good girl." It was all he said but it made your heart flutter.

Then he made his way down your body, kissing and licking over your sore nipples and you recoiled every time his teeth sunk into your flesh.

"Please, Joel," you moaned at some point because you craved him so much that you felt like melting with him but he gave you an evil smile and lightly slapped the side of your ass.

"No. S'not about what you want. I'll take from you what I want and the more you beg me to do something the less likely it is that I'll do it."

Before you could even think about an answer you suddenly heard a ripping sound and then the cold air hit your bare pussy.

"Joel!" you complained staring at your torn underwear but he ignored you as he only had eyes for what waited between your legs for him. He didn't hesitate for a second now but just forcefully opened your thighs and then immediately slid a finger through your glistening folds. Then he collected some of your arousal and mockingly observed it.

"What's that, mhm? Was just playing with your tits a little and you're fuckin' soaked."

He chuckled darkly and brought his finger to your mouth. "Open. Clean it."

You had done similar things a hundres times before so you quickly confiled with the order and twirled your tongue around his digit as if it was his cock. Joel hummed with closed eyes and when you were done he pushed you down while crawling down again.

Every remaining amount of strength wilted when you saw the way he looked at your pussy and you were glad you got to lay on the couch. He then opened you up wider and moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. You couldn't allow yourself to feel the anticipation just yet because he was too mean to do this solely for your pleasure. You feared that he would change his mind in the last second so you anxiously watched his every move and almost choked on your breath when you felt his thumb brushing over your clit.

"S'right. Let it out I wanna hear it all," he hummed contently while rubbing you in small circles.

You couldn't believe he was actually doing this after having talked you down like this but your mind was too clouded anyway to question his actions.

His hands lingered at your core a little longer until he moved them up to your hips while lowering his head down to your pussy. He inhaled deeply taking in your scent and then connected his tongue with your clit which made you whine out almost painfully.

If there was one thing you could never get enough of in your life, it was him eating your pussy. It was simply… perfect. His beard grazing over your skin, his soft and warm tongue on your clit and the way he lapped up your wetness as if he was a man starving.

"Fuck, Joel, fuck…," you moaned your toes curling at the insane feelings he evoked in you.

His tongue drew patterns over your clit and you were almost sure that they were letters but you were too caught up in pleasure to concentrate on it.

And you were definitely too exhausted to work out why he was giving you so much pleasure after you had begged him to be mean. Because you definitely didn't mind and didn't want to do anything that could make him stop.

Joel now brushed over the underside of your clit with his pointed tongue and you shuddered beneath him your hands gripping his muscular arms. And when he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of you you couldn't help but grind against him. The moment he noticed he stopped licking you and raised his head.

"No," he spoke his face expressionless and buried his hand into the flesh of your ass. "One more time and I'll stop."

Joel dived between your thighs again while his left hand splayed across your stomach to apply light pressure that added to the pleasure you received from his mouth and his finger inside of you. Your fingers were buried in the cushions now too scared to touch him and perhaps anger him further but when he sucked your clit into his mouth a cry left your mouth and you pressed your nails into your own thighs in order to handle the intensity of his touch.

"Please. Fuck, Joel, it's so fucking good," you whimpered and wished he would answer you the way he usually did.

It was like he wasn't even present, he just ate your pussy like his life depended on it while ignoring you utterly. You couldn't even swear that he enjoyed it.

"Joel," you whispered again hoping that he might answer you but he didn't even look at you.

He just scissored you open while toying with your swollen clit but when you felt yourself getting closer to coming his eyes finally found your face again. He inspected you for a moment and then suddenly stopped. Your legs immediately searched for his body trying to trap him between them while your mind panicked.

"N-No, no, Joel, what are you doing. I was just about to come!"

"I know babygirl," he whispered running a hand over your sweaty hair while watching you almost lovingly.

"Please, I wanna come, I – "

"I know you do, sugar. But I don't care."

He rolled your nipple between his fingers again while you still tried to fight the confusion in your head. "Please, I –"

Your voice broke and your trembling hands gripped the fabric of his shirt.

"Save your breath, darlin'," he whispered against your ear before sliding a hand down between your legs.

With a clear plan in mind Joel started to rub your aching clit again only that this time he seemed even more determined. He went clockwise just the way you liked it and used your wetness as lubrication. You sniffed twice unsure of whether this was a good or a bad thing but soon you were so overtaken by enjoyment again that all you could perceive was his body and the hand on your pussy.

Your hand held his shirt while your face was buried in his neck and he let it happen. His heart was beating fast and you enjoyed the closeness so much that for a second you forgot about your frustration. That was until he denied your orgasm the second time tonight and this time you pushed him away in order to escape his touch.

"You asshole," you cried and tried to kick him with your feet.

Quickly he advanced towards you captured your wrists in his hand and yanked your head back by your hair.

"You were the one begging me like a fuckin' whore to be rough with you. You don't like what I'm doing? Mhm?" he mocked you while moving you to lay on your back again. You shook your head biting down on your shaking lip.

"Well I don't care 'cause you asked me to be mean. If you don't like it don't ask me next time. But now don't you fuckin' dare complain again."

You were still busy flashing your eyes at him which was why you let out a loud gasp when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and then he was suddenly inside of you. You hadn't noticed him unbuckling his belt and neither had you realized how he had pulled down his jeans and boxers.

You were dripping with arousal so you had no problems taking him and yet it had come so surprisingly that you tightly clenched around him which provoked a loud growl from him.

"Jesus…. So goddamn tight."

His left hand came down to cradle the side of your face while his right bent your leg back in order to reach deeper inside of you with each thrust. He hadn't given you a lot of time to adjust and just pounded your pussy mercilessly like there was no tomorrow.

"That's right," he mumbled his eyes on your face while you had problems keeping yours open.

"Atta girl. Nice 'n open for daddy…"

But when you buckled your hips in order to move accordingly to his thrusts his eyes darkened and he squeezed your throat as a punishment.

"I said none of that," he hissed emphasizing every word as if you were a little child that couldn't comprehend the simplest instructions.

"Stay fuckin' still or you're gonna get that l'il ass of you fucked. Would you like that? Huh?"

You shook your head and made a mental note to really do as he had told you now because you suddenly didn't feel like infuriating him any more.

Perhaps you had overestimated yourself a little or hadn't actually been ready to take all of him in this kind of state because all you suddenly craved was your loving Joel. The one who would press his face into your neck now to smell your hair. The one who would trace your collarbone with his finger or kiss your nipples. The one who would tell you how much he loved you and that he would never leave his babygirl.

"Joel," you moaned as if you were able to make him change his mind just by saying his name.

Of course he ignored you and unrestrainedly fucked your hole while panting loudly. Suddenly you were hyper-aware of so many things that you hadn't even noticed earlier. The way you were completely naked underneath him while he was still fully dressed except for his pulled-down jeans. It made you feel so vulnerable and pathetic suddenly that tears welled in your eyes.

And the way he pressed down on your tummy not only to make you stay in place but to show him how deep he reached inside of you. You felt used. Dirty. What you needed right now was to get some distance between him and you but there was no way Joel would let you off this easily.

"Joel," you cried looking up to him while tugging at his shirt but he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

In addition to your mental discomfort his cock thrusting in you had started to hurt as well which was due to the way you tightened around him. But while Joel thought the reason was that you were close, in truth your body rejected the intrusion and therefore he bruised your insides every time he hit your cervix while he felt like his cock was being torn off by your clenched walls.

"Mhmm, yes, sweet girl. Takin' me so fuckin' well. You're gonna make daddy come like this. Is that what you want?"

Once he had spoken these last words he suddenly pulled out which came so unexpectant that you widened your eyes and he then manhandled you on your stomach. Before you could understand what had happened Joel had adjusted you on your knees and pushed back inside of you taking you from behind.

You let out a cry that was muffled by the cushion your head rested against and as much as you hated to even just have this thought, you wished that he would finally stop. You couldn't uphold your facade any longer, your pussy burned, your head felt dizzy and you didn't want him to touch and treat you like this any longer.

Fuck your pride, you would ask him to stop even if it meant that he would never be rough with you again. Even if it meant that he would beat himself up afterwards thinking that he had hurt you. You would explain it to him. He hadn't done anything wrong, you just hadn't been strong enough to handle it tonight.

"J-Joel," you said a little louder your voice shaking so much that he raised his eyebrows.

"What," he hissed dangerously.

You whimpered every time his hips snapped forward pushing you deeper into the couch which made it difficult to speak but eventually you managed to press out what you wanted to say.

"P-Please, s-stop," you whined and at first you weren't certain if he had heard you. But then you felt a hand snatching your waist and he pulled up your weak body so your back was pressed to his chest. His big hand kneaded your breast while your nails scratched over his arm gesturing him that this was serious.

"I told you, babygirl. I said I wouldn't stop no matter how much you'll cry. And I won't. It hurts, doesn't it?"

A sob went past your lips and you could only nod.

"Mhmm too bad. It's supposed to hurt you, babygirl. 'Cause we ain't doin' this for you right now. We're doin' this for daddy 'n you're gonna give your body to daddy so he's gonna feel real good while you look pretty for him, mhm? How does that sound?"

He watched the side of your face while holding you tightly by wrapping his arms around your stomach and breasts, sensing how weak you were on your knees.

"I wanna hear your fuckin' voice," he breathed and spanked your left breast.

"Y-Yes," you cried, nothing but jelly in his arms and dropped your head to your chest.

"Good," he murmured through grinded teeth and kissed the back of your head. Before you were able to form another word of resistance in your head he had moved his hand to your throat to squeeze it lightly cutting off your air supply which turned out to be even worse for you physical state.

"Already fucked your brains out, huh?" he commented your mindless condition while gliding his hand between your legs to find your clit. You almost didn't notice it though, feeling numb and disconnected to your body, yet strangely being super aware of the way he hurt you with each thrust.

When you let out a croaked cry he perhaps realized that you really were in need of fresh air so he dropped you like he had suddenly changed his mind about you and you fell on your stomach again. At this point you were too powerless to even hold yourself up on your knees and luckily Joel allowed you to lay on your front.

Panic flooded your system again because you were sure you wouldn't be able to keep this up until he would come. You couldn't properly breathe and you really needed some water and a moment of peace to collect yourself. Your limbs were hurting, your tummy was aching and your mental discomfort only added to everything.

You loved Joel with all your heart and would never want anything about your relationship to change but right now he made you feel like you were being violated. Like you couldn't make him stop even if you wanted him to. Like you were his victim rather than his girlfriend.

There was only one thing left you could try. Your safe word.

You just had to bring the word out and make him hear you and then he would see the seriousness of the situation, hug you and comfort you.

You opened your mouth but no sound besides your whimpers left it and you squeezed your hands in fists forcing yourself to move your tongue.

"Rrr," you made and cursed yourself for not being able to form a word that was as easy to pronounce as 'red'. You clung to the couch as if it would clear your head and tried again.

"R-Red…," you said but weren't sure if it was actually comprehendable.

"J-Joel," you sobbed because why wouldn't he stop? You had said it, you had said the word you had hoped would never leave your mouth when Joel and you had thought of a safe word.

"R-Red," you whispered again as if it was a mantra but his pounding didn't stop. He fucked your pussy chasing his release with so much focus that he seemingly didn't hear your mumbling. You had to get the cushion out of the way in order to sound clearer but he pressed your face into the pillow and so your mobility was strongly limited.

You writhed under his grip so frustrated and devasteted now that you thought about giving up and just waiting until he had finished. And yet you repeated the safe word over and over again although you were not sure if you actually said it out loud every time or if it just happened in your head.

And then you passed out.

~~~~~~~~~~

Joel actually hadn't noticed any of your discomfort.

Of course he had noticed how submissive and weak you were and as much as he wished he could soothe you a little, he had promised you to be rough with you and that was what he intended to do now.

So no caressing your bare shoulder or taking your hand and instead fucking you at a punishing pace.

After he had dropped you down on your stomach again his hands dug into your hips keeping your in place for him while he bit his bottom lip at the sight of you. Your tousled hair and your pretty back that was so beautifully bent were mesmerizing and he couldn't help himself and took a handful of your hair to push your face into the cushion.

He heard you mumble something every now and then but he was truthfully too concentrated and distracted by your perfect cunt that hugged him so perfectly that he didn't pay any attention to it. He used your pussy for his enjoyment, felt how your walls fluttered around him, watched your sexy figure splayed out for him until he was eventually sent over the edge and came with a loud growl.

"Oh Jesus Christ," he moaned feeling his cum leaving his tip and filling you to the brim.

"That's a good girl," he whispered out of breath and pushed inside of you a few more times until he was sure his cum would stay inside of you.

He sighed loudly, pulled out of you and then slowly felt his mind getting to work again. He knelt down on the couch next to you and lowered himself to your head. With a lot more gentleness in his touch now he stroked your hair to the side to kiss the side of your face.

"Honey," he whispered and when he saw your closed eyes he frowned. "Baby?"

When he didn't get a reaction his blood started to pump and he saw red. New drops of sweat started to form on his forehead and his hands began to tremble. He was too full of panic now to have a straight thought and quickly pulled up your lifeless body and turned you on your back.

"Y/n, honey, come back to me," he stammered and held your face in his hands. 'What had he done??' Joel cursed to himself and ran his thumb over the area under your eyes. He stared at you, watched you with a cold numbness inside until he heard a moan.

"Y/n?" he asked his voice barely more than a breath and saw your lips move. Infinite happiness and luck washed over him that made him tear up as you blinked with your eyes a few times. Joel enclosed your hand with his and covered it with kisses while observing you with relief.

"How are you, baby?" he whispered and your pupils finally found his face.

"W-What happened?" you asked too weak to sit up straight.

"I-I think you fainted, honey. I-I… I'm so fuckin' sorry, baby, I…. I'm sorry, I was so stupid 'n I didn't notice that you were feelin' unwell, fuck, baby, I…"

He pressed your hand to his forehead and shook his head over and over again while you tried to remember what had happened.

"Are you thirsty? Hungry? Do you need anything?" Joel asked while watching you worriedly.

"Water," was all you managed to say with your weak voice and he immediately jumped to his feet to fetch you a glas of water. He assisted you and helped your shaky hands to bring the glas to your lip and then you emptied it with one sip. Then he put it on the couch table and caressed your cheek with his big thumb.

"Y/n," he rasped. "Please talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

You glanced at him still feeling shocked about the fact that you had actually fainted during sex but answered Joel.

"I can't remember everything. But I-I know that I was in pain."

His eyes had never looked sadder and a part of you instantly regretted telling him.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I can't believe that-that this happened."

His arms reached down to wrap around your shoulders and he pulled you into a careful hug almost as if he was scared he would break you. He gently pressed your head to his chest and you felt so wonderfully embraced by him that you closed your eyes getting fully lost in his strong arms and the warmth of his body. The hug filled you with fresh energy and when he helped you lay down again you felt strong enough to talk about more details of what had just happened.

"I think everything was too much. I know I said that I wanted you to be mean and I did, I really did earlier b-but… but I think it became too much and I felt so odd and-and used and I don't know, I… I didn't want it anymore and then my body reacted differently and it hurt."

He didn't answer you but you could see his eyes' reaction to every single one of your words. And you knew what was going on behind his forehead at the moment. He was beating himself up, punishing himself with his thoughts and telling himself that he was too bad of a human being to be with you. This time it was you who took his hand and you pulled it to your chest.

"I don't want you to be mad at yourself, Joel. Really. This isn't your fault and you have to believe me."

He swiftly freed his hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't you comfort me now, y/n. We're not gonna play this game."

Joel watched you for a moment like he was thinking and then searched the room.

"I'll bring you your clothes. You must be cold."

He didn't even wait for an answer and picked up your underwear, shirt and jeans and put every item on you with so much gentleness that tears gathered in the corner of your eyes again. When he was done he sat with his back against the backrest of the couch and pulled you in his lap his hand cradling the back of your head.

"I'm sorry, honey. I really am. I swear to god, I wish I could go back in time and just hit myself 'cause I was so fuckin' stupid not noticing how you were feeling 'n I'm really really sorry."

He spoke so quietly because these words were only meant for you and you unconsciously closed your eyes at the tenderness and intimacy of his voice.

"I know," you replied and held on to his broad shoulder, anything to feel more of him. "And I know you don't wanna hear it, but it's okay. I'm fine."

You felt him caressing your back and then he turned your a little so he could look at your face.

"Did you remember our safe word? You know that I'm always gonna stop when you say red."

He sounded so concerned that your heart already broke at what you had to tell him next but you wouldn't lie to him and so you watched him with eyes round as coins.

"I-I… I did. I said it but it was too quiet and you didn't hear."

His head dropped and you heard him inhale deeply.

"Fuck…," was all he whispered and you felt the urge to hold him firmly and tell him that you forgave him but it wasn't what he wanted right now and so you just enjoyed the closeness of his body while listening to his heavy panting. He needed a few minutes to collect himself but once he had he pressed yet another kiss to your brow.

"I'm sorry," he pressed clearly close to tears and you nodded. And you meant it. You weren't angry at him because it had been you who had asked him to treat you this way. And yes, he should've stopped once he had heard the safe word out of your mouth but he hadn't and so there was nothing you could blame him for. This whole mess had been painful and you definitely didn't want to go through something similar again but neither of you was responsible for it.

"I love you, Joel," you whispered hoping that it would perhaps calm him a little but he shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't say that, right now…"

"But I do. I love you so much and I'm not angry at you. You didn't hear me, how were you supposed to know that something was wrong?"

Joel shook his head again and chewed on his bottom lip.

"I should've paid attention to you more. And listen to you more closely, why do we have a safe word if I don't fucking listen to you?"

He threw his head back and bit his lower lip which looked so painful that you feared it would start to bleed soon.

"Joel. It happened and it's not ideal but I'm okay. Next time if something like this ever happens again you'll listen more carefully and then everything will be fine. We'll learn from it."

"I'll learn from it," he corrected and you rolled your eyes.

"Okay. But please don't beat yourself up now. As I said, I don't blame you and this was just a huge miscommunication."

He looked like he was thinking and put his thumb to his lower lip.

"Baby…," he breathed watching you with so much love in his eyes that you couldn't hide a little smile and Joel tightened his arms around you.

"I love you so much. It's just… You know I just hate to know that I hurt you. You deserve so much better, honey, I –" You quickly interrupted him by pressing your finger against his lips which made him stop  talking.

"Don't finish that sentence, Joel. How many times do you want me to say it? I want you. And I'm gonna want you for the rest of my life and this stupid thing doesn't change anything about this fact. Kiss me now."

He sighed and tilted his head but you needed him now and so you determindely grabbed the side of his face.

"Kiss me Joel. Please."

Of course he wouldn't make you beg for a kiss and so he leaned towards you and locked your lips. You smiled against his mouth your hands holding on to his shoulders and when he pulled back your cheeks were flushed.

"I love you."

He sighed and looked down.

"I love you, Joel," you repeated strictly and now a small chuckle left his mouth.

"I love you too, y/n. More than you can ever know."

You smiled brightly and rested with your back against his upper body.

"Then I guess everything will be fine."

[dumblilb]

I don’t wanna talk

Pitfighter!Vi x Bartender!Reader

(Synopsis: Vi’s been having a hard time recently. You decide to give her a little relief.)

(Cw : !SMUT MDNI!, lesbian sex, Sub!Vi, oral (both!r), thigh riding (vi!r), strap (vi!r), begging, mentions of alcohol, profanity, crying from overstim, a little angst but not really, kinda fluff)

(Requested: Yes)

(Wc : 2,8k)

* ・゚☆ 。・ * ・゚★ 。・ * ・゚☆ * ・゚★。*

As her newly dark hair falls over her eyes all she could think about was how angry she was. It hadn’t even quite hit her yet why. Maybe it was her bruised knuckles, and the way they made her hands look so ruff against your skin. Or the fact that the lights were blinding her eyes. But as she looked up at you over the bar counter, she knew she had one thing to be surely mad at. You were gonna probably gonna send her home.

She held your forearm with a small bit of pressure. Putting the drink you were making for your final customer of the night on pause.

“Please. I need a drink. Just one.” Vi pleads. She looks tired. Her shoulders are slightly slouched and her eyes look sullen. You can’t help but sigh. This is the third night this week you’ve denied her service. Normally you can’t help but place down another beer for a drunkerd. A few extra dollars in your pocket from some rando isn’t the worst thing in the world. But when it’s your friend that’s when it gets complicated.

“Vi, I’m off in a minute. Just let me finish making this and you can come with me back to mine. Okay?” You smile softly. Her grip on your arm loosens and she looks at you for a second, debating her answer. Did she really want you to take her home and put her to bed. Her eyes flicker to the softness in your eyes. And the way your chest moved delicately up and down while you breathed. Actually that doesn’t sound like a bad idea right now. Maybe she wasn’t that upset after all.

“Fine. Just-“ She breathes out heavy, hanging her head. “Don’t make me wait too long.” She lets up on your arm and walks over to the exit waiting for you. You can’t help but stare at her as you clean up and clock out. Her jacket is slung over her shoulder. The fabric molding to the sweat covered muscles of her back. Like an unruly child she scrapes her large leather boots across the floor back n forth. Almost in protest of you testing her level of patience.

You walk over to her and she gives you a slight tinge of a smile as she wraps her arm around your shoulders.

“You’re getting sweat on me.” You grimace. She just places a peck on your cheek with a stuck up grin.

“You love it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to give you that impression.” You roll your eyes. But the undeniable smile covering your face gives her the courage she needs for the night.

The walk home was quick since you live not too far. Which vi was pleased about. The second you unlocked the door she pulled you into your own home, leading you to your room.

“What the hell are you doing.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Nothing I just wanna talk.” She says sitting down on your bed. Discarding her boots and jacket to the floor.

“Talk?” You question. You’re used to her flirting. She’s done it her whole life. She’s never really not been a charmer. But ever since she started doing those pit fights and coming to find you at the bar afterwards, it’s been a little intense. She started coming as a way to see you. She’d buy a drink. Chat you up. Get turned down. And she’d buy another. You could tell she was just sad and lonely. So you didn’t really give the idea of it the time of day. But as the drinking became more intense you got worried. She only seemed to become more upset the more times you sent her on her way. Beer in hand. You’d started to think you definitely fucked up. And she wasn’t joking around.

“Can’t remember the last time we talked about anything other than how bad you want me.” You tease, trying to keep the energy light. Maybe just this once. You’d try and see how this goes.

“You know I’ve had a really shitty day. Lost my match. And the only thing that’s made me feel better is the sight of you. You seem to have that effect on me recently.” She states as you sit down next to her. She leans to rest her head down softly on your shoulder. You don’t quite know how to react to what she’s just said. Her breath is hitting your skin sending a shiver down your back. You go to rest your hand to her cheek bringing her to face you, but she pulls back almost like a flinch. You ease her in closer.

“I don’t think I wanna talk right now.” You whisper, leaning in slightly to close the gap. She almost gasps at the contact but finds composure and melts into the kiss. All she could think about for weeks was how you would feel against her. If your lips were soft or if your eyelashes would flutter against her cheeks. But nothing could have prepared her for how heavenly you would feel.

The softness of your lips had her entranced as she pulled you in for more. Leaning into you making you fall back on your arms, deeper into your bed. She parts for a second, taking in your face. The way your eyes dart from hers to her lips. The way they your lips stay open slightly. Like they’re inviting her back in. You take the chance and kiss her again. Guiding her body up into a sitting position. Practically straddling your hips. You place a hand to her chest, feeling up to her neck. You could feel her heart racing under your touch. Deep breaths wracked her body as you fiddled with the wraps around her torso.

“Can I?” You question and she continues to kiss you, moving down your neck.

“Please.” She exhales and you start removing them. Much too slow for her taste. She’s antsy, nipping at your skin as you work. You finally get it off and take a second to admire her. She beautiful. Her skin is pale but it glimmers with sweat as she pants. You run your fingers over her chest, caressing her softly making her look at you nervously. What if you didn’t like them. What if-

“God you’re fucking perfect.” You exclaim quietly, placing soft kisses upon them. Her head falls back as you enclose on of them in your mouth. Putting your tongue to work, rolling over her nipple gently with your other hand.

Her hand grips your thigh tightly as a way to cope with the new sensation. She runs her other over your head till you pull back. She looks at you slightly confused till you begin removing your top, making her eyes go wide. The black bra still covering your chest doesn’t keep her from gawking. She slides off your lap for a second, hastily removing her own black jeans leaving her in just a pair of boxers in front of you. Her happy trail on display. Scooting forward you grab her hand placing it on your own pants. Giving her permission to remove them.

She bends down in front of you, sliding them over your hips and down your legs. Running her fingers up your thighs she starts to spread them apart, but you urge her back onto your lap.

“You said you had a bad day? Let me make you feel good.” You breathe into her ear, teasing her boxers off with your fingertips. Which she is now eagerly ripping off. Placing her, now noticeably wet, core down on one of your thighs. You grip her hips with a bit of force. Guiding them in a back in forth motion. She lets out a soft grunt as she slowly picks up the pace. Resting her head in the crook of your neck, she sloppily places small pecks to your collar bone. Her hands gripping your waist to keep steady.

Each motion she made caused a moan to leave her lips. They started quiet but as her legs became shaky you’d remind her how good she was doing. You rock your leg up into her, making the whining become louder. Her voice barely sounding legible between gasps, as she pleads with you.

“Fuck! I- I can’t…” She lets out, whipping her head back. You just smile at her softly. You roll over onto the bed, bringing her under you. Her hair falling back out of her face, leaving you with her wide eyed expression. She’s confused as to why you stopped her from finishing, till you get down on your knees beside the bed. Pulling her legs towards you and resting them on your shoulders. Her toned thighs clenched around you in anticipation as you leave little kisses to the area.

She’s starts to get needy, grinding her hips upward towards your lips when you grip her tightly. Looking up at her flushed face. Any makeup she was wearing earlier was fully smudged off and beads of sweat dripped down her abs as her deep breaths made each one flex just a little. It makes your brain spin a little as she looks at you with softness. Eyes pleading with you. Practically begging for relief.

“Please-“ She starts to say when you run your tongue through her folds. Her whole body melts into the bed. Each dip into her making her squirm as you work your way to her clit. Tonguing it with swift motion. Loud grunts leave her lips as she grips your head trying to push you in closer. She wants more. Which is fine. You have much more to give.

Coming up for air you slightly knock her hand out of the way. You begin holding her hips up with nothing but your own strength. Her legs fully over your shoulders. She tries to help by holding herself up with her forearms. But as you begin sucking on the sensitive area she gives up. An echoing moan leaves her as her core starts to tense up. Gripping your sheets tightly, she holds her eyes closed. Almost embarrassed to face you like this. Weak and to your will.

Her hips start to twitch. And before you could even prepare she’s a mess under you. Her release covering your mouth. She lays there panting for a minute while you gently set her down. Leaving wet kisses up her body, till you’re lying against her. Bringing her lips you yours, letting her taste herself. She holds you tight as if scared you would leave. Bitting slightly at your lips. Just enough to claim her stake. Her hand falls to your underwear line and she starts to inch closer to your core. You couldn’t help but peek to see the way her tattoos flowed with her muscles at each movement.

Moving your hips forward you allow her to start softly running her fingers through your folds. A small murmur of pleasure creeps out making her smile into the kiss. Applying light pressure she moves in circular motions, moving her kisses down your neck. Nipping at it slightly. The louder you get the faster she goes. The restriction of your panties upsets her so she takes a pause to slide them off and gets right back to it.

You place your hand on hers and guide it down to your entrance. She understands quickly and moves to be more on top of you. Holding one of your thighs down slightly with her leg. Holding herself up with one of her arms, her other glides its first finger into your core gently. She hesitates for a moment before you impatiently buck your hips, letting her know it’s okay to start moving.

She starts gingerly. Nervous almost. But as you whisper words of encouragement under your breath she starts to pick up the pace. Each thrust making you squirm under her. As her speed increases you bring one of your own hands down to massage your clit. The feeling of another finger entering makes a warmth start building in your stomach. Vi grunts as she continues. Her eyes not leaving you. The way your chest moves at her motions could make her drool. She starts to curl her fingers upward inside you and your pace becomes faster. But it’s sloppy, and a lack of composure becomes apparent.

“Fuck! Vi don’t stop… don’t fucking stop.” You say stern, even in your current state. Your legs start to shake under her and with a last pump the feeling in your stomach releases making your whole body tense against her. She slowly starts to remove her fingers, placing them in her mouth to lick them clean. Under heavy lids you look at her with a smirk. She liked the way you tasted. You could see it on her face. She was pussy drunk.

Sitting up you move to reach under the bed. Grabbing what you need from the box you kept there. She looks at you curious till you bring it into her view. The hot pink strap, now sitting on your lap, makes her eyes go wide.

“Do you want me too..” She starts but as you get up and start to tighten it around your hips, she understands. “Oh!”

“Is this okay?” You check walking towards her position at the edge of the bed. She nods her head rapidly making you chuckle a bit. Pink dusting over her cheeks as you stand between her legs. Cupping her face you rub your thumb across her tattoo, taking in the way she looks. Even in the dark her powder blue eyes sparkle. Her hair can’t help fall slightly in the way of her view. Which in this moment is not something she’s fond of. She wants to see you.

Leaning down, you delicately leave a kiss to her forehead. Grabbing her hand in the process. You pull her up to stand in front of you.

“Turn around.” You muse and she looks at you a little confused, following instructions anyways. The sight of her tattoo covering her back makes you take a deep breath. God she’s so fucking hot. You rub your hands down her back, tracing each line of ink. She shivers slightly under your touch reminding you of what you were doing in the first place. Bending her over, she places her knees and hands down onto the bed and braces herself. Climbing up to bring your pelvis to her ass, you position yourself.

Caressing her hips softly you question “ready?” And you see her nod.

Pushing the tip of the strap in slowly you let her get accustomed to the feeling. A audible moan leaves her and you place a kiss to her back. Finding yourself a rhythm you begin thrusting into her. Slow at first, not to scare her. But then she started begging for it.

“Please! Faster.” She groaned, spreading her legs a bit wider. Which allowed for you to go deeper. Your thighs hitting her ass making as slapping noise echo in the room. But it was hard to hear over the loud whines that escapes her mouth. She can’t help but curse your name as you apply some pressure to her back, making her arch deeper. Holding her hips tightly to secure the motion. Her arms give out and her torso becomes flesh with the sheets. Arms up above her head. She turns slightly back to look at you. Reaching under you start to rub her off while continuing to slam into her.

“Holy shit!” She exclaims trying to hide her face behind her arm, but you stop her.

“Pretty girl, I need you to look at me.” You smile and she moves her arm. Small tears gather in her eyes from the overstimulation on her pussy. You get concerned for a second but when her legs start to twitch a little she practically begs for you to go harder. It only takes a few more pumps before her legs give out and you can feel warmth covering your hand. Easing out of her, you pull out and remove the strap from your hips.

She lays there, body sprawled out across your bed. Her eyes are closed but she has a grin adorning her face. A slight flush on her skin apparent. Quickly placing a kiss to her shoulder, you get up to grab a damp towel. Coming back to sit next to her.

“Come here.” You bring her closer to begin wiping her down. Cleaning her off. She looks up at you with a grin. She puts a hand to your cheek, pulling your lips down to hers. The kiss is gentle and needy. She just wants to feel you. Resting her forehead to yours she sighs.

“You okay?” You question, caressing her arm softly.

“My day just got a whole lot better.”

[bucketbueckers]

STICK AROUND

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: language, fluff, slight injury

wc: 2.3k

synopsis: After an arduous year full of ACL recovery, navigating your new yet inexplicably familiar relationship, and falling back in love with Paige Bueckers (not that you ever fell out of love in the first place), Paige is finally cleared and ready to play basketball again for her senior season.

notes: yes this is the same banner. no comments at this time please! this is part 2 to come around, requested by a few anons (sorry i may have deviated from the request a lil bit) & @janaelalfysloml 🫶 i was not expecting the reception CA got - and also!! 1k notes? wtf???? that's actually insane to me, i get on here to yap and procrastinate my homework, i am so blown away by the love and how many of you guys actually like what i write 😭 i love y'all bad! so here is part 2 in honor of CA surpassing 1k notes and my anons and if you're curious - yes flattery gets you everywhere and this is definitely an open invite to keep sending asks. not proofread! i hope you all enjoy this 🫶

tags: @unadulteratedcyclepaper @avvwritesstufff @surferandskater5 @jnkbueckers

The months between August 2022 and November 2023 were full of ups and downs. This is not to say you were miserable – far from it, in fact. Transferring to UConn from UMN was the best decision you’d ever made in your entire life. You’d made more friends, your grades started improving, and you’d truly felt at home in Connecticut, making a name for yourself in some of their student organizations. It would, however, be wrong to neglect the other, considerably important factor in why your life was turning around for the better.

You and Paige were in a much better place – romantically, platonically, in every facet of being each other’s person. Your communication was a lot better. You learned to be a little more direct, to enunciate exactly how you were feeling. Paige learned patience, which is honestly a miracle in and of itself; she learned that it’s not her sole responsibility to try to protect you from outside noise or make whatever decision is best for you. The both of you had good intentions, but sometimes it’s really easy for those good intentions to get swept up in chaos and unravel before you. The both of you had to remember that you’re not just girlfriends, but you’re partners, too – you’re a team.

The year’s ups and downs weren’t on the two of you. You and Paige had “learning curve” moments as you’d called it, having to sit down and have uncomfortable, vulnerable conversations that left you feeling raw on the inside, but healthier in spite of it. Instead of being on the same page, it was as though you and Paige were the weaving lines and sloping letters, beginning on opposite sides yet meeting in the middle to form words, sentences, stories. You weren’t just there. You were together in a completely new sense, working side-by-side with the sort of ease that comes with fully knowing a person inside and out.

The troubles of the year stemmed more from her knee. Her recovery wasn’t linear. Some days were harder than others and some days were downright hell on earth. It was hardly comparable to the time her high school championship was cancelled due to covid – it was worse. The pain would leave her shuddering in bed, hiccuping through tears and there was only so much you could do. You’d spend countless hours at her side, alternating between the heating pad and the ice pack, helping her swallow her painkillers with water when it got too bad, brushing your fingers through her hair and rambling about everything and nothing to distract her. Once she’d made it out of the post-surgery, pain and soreness phase, her days were full of physical therapy and mental battles that tested the both of you. Some days you didn’t know what to say. Sometimes you wouldn’t say anything at all, letting her cry into your shoulder as you held her. Other days you let her talk for hours on end, entrusting you with the uncomfortable parts of her and the whispered confessions of, “I don’t know how I can trust my body after this.” 

Time was what she needed to heal. The both of you knew that. So, you stuck around, knowing that even if Paige was a mess, injured, struggling mentally and physically, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with her. As the days turn into weeks and the weeks melt into months, she gets better. You knew she would. Watching that light return to her eyes, getting to see that spring in her step, hearing the way her laughter carried across the room was healing for you, too.

As she healed, you studied. You would spend the majority of your time in bed next to her with your textbook sprawled over your lap, her fingers tracing your skin and her chin hooked over your shoulder as she watched you do homework assignments. Your majors couldn’t have been further apart from each other, so admittedly, your time together was spent with Paige asking, “What the fuck is an electrophile?” and you responding with an endeared fondness, “Electro- means negative, -phile means love, so it’s a chemical species that accepts electrons,” followed by Paige huffing and declaring, “Yeah, you got that – you can be the breadwinner and I’ll be your sexy trophy wife.”

Whether she knew it or not, Paige helped you out a lot with your assignments. She kept your head on straight when your assignments got a little overwhelming and forced you to take a break when you were getting grouchy – “It’s what you did for me,” she would remind you, pressing soothing kisses to your cheeks, and murmuring, “You wanna DoorDash take-out?” (and who were you to say no to that?)

So as time passed, Paige recovered, the both of you healed, and by the time November 2023 rolled around, Paige was fully cleared to play basketball again. She’d been ecstatic for the weeks leading up to it, talking your ear off and dragging you to the gym with her even though the two of you fooled around more than she got her shots in. Her happiness was infectious – that was what mattered to you. You knew that she worked hard to get into UConn but you also knew she worked even harder to recover from the kind of injury that tests the resilience of many athletes.

The night before their home opener against Dayton, she revives an age-old tradition that you’d spent years missing. She takes you to Dairy Queen, shooting you an exasperated look over the center console as you teasingly pressed your card into her hand. She pays – she always does – driving off with her ice cream in the cupholder as she focuses on the road and you offer her spoonfuls of the same flavor you’d been ordering since you were both seventeen. Paige serenades you at the red lights, holding your hands and belting out off-key renditions of Keyshia Cole – because that hadn’t changed over the years, either. And when she finally pulls into a secluded parking lot, nothing but the moon and the crickets as your only witness, the two of you joke and ramble and flirt for what only feels minutes but are actually hours.

She still reserves that last bite of ice cream for you, guiding her spoon to your mouth and kissing the remnants off of your lips, relishing in the way your laughter reverberates throughout her Jeep. Paige tastes like vanilla ice cream and happiness, a lingering flavor that’s intoxicating when it mixes with your strawberry and the love for Paige that you’ve kept safe in your beating heart for years. Some things truly never change at all, you think when she rests her warm palm over your thigh as she adjusts her music (and the playlist she has fittingly titled ‘Freaky ass R&B’ with the heart emoji that she uses only for you). Things evolve, and they get better, and they have a way of surprising you in the best way possible, like when Paige gazes at you as you speak, her expression soft with a realization that sounds like I’m going to love you forever and a matching look in your eyes that looks like Forever sounds perfect.

Par for the course, her eyes start drooping around midnight, her movements fluid and her hands perpetually glued to your skin. The two of you talk for a little while longer until she finally blurts, “I have something for you.”

At that, you can only raise your brow, watching her as she leans into the backseat to grab a rectangular, gift-wrapped box. Panic fills your body at the thought that you may have missed an anniversary, but you remind yourself that it’s only November; your official anniversary wasn’t until late December.

She clears her throat, the nervousness reflected in her eyes, and you can’t help but remember how she asked you to be hers for the first time. You’re not seventeen anymore, nor are you in her stepmom’s Honda Pilot, but you’re both twenty-two living a life that feels both new and familiar, basking in a love that you’ve spent your entire life cherishing.

“You can tell me anything,” you remind her, your tone soft, and that’s enough for the tension to ooze out of her shoulders.

She smiles at you, that same smile from the first time she sat down across from you in junior year AP Lit. “I know,” she murmurs. “I just wanna do this right.” Your expression melts into one of understanding. “When I first convinced you to come to one of my games, I gave you my hoodie. I remember Coach lectured me for an hour straight, ‘cause he was all like, ‘Bueckers, the school pays a lot of money for those sweatshirts, and you lost yours!’” You laugh at her imitation of her high school coach. Her eyes shine a little brighter. “Coach wasn’t stupid. I’m sure he knew what actually happened. It was hard to miss you sittin’ in the student section and cheering me on like every bucket was one you made yourself. But, honestly…I didn’t care. I liked being able to look over and see you wearin’ my name and my number. It made me feel like I wasn’t just your best friend, that I was someone you’d want to…you know, do life with. That one day you’d love me in the way I loved you even though I didn’t know it was love yet.”

“So, you came to more of my games,” she continues. “You wore my hoodie. We’d get ice cream after and we’d talk for hours. I still remember that night I almost kissed you on your porch, that afternoon in your bed when I told you we weren’t so far away, that morning when I finally kissed you in the snow, when I asked you to be my girlfriend.” Paige swallows uncomfortably. “I remember when I broke your heart. I thought I was doing you a favor, but I just hurt the both of us. I missed you for two years but I didn’t think you’d ever want me back. So I hid. But we’d text each other happy birthday, and you’d reach out after I’d injured myself. I didn’t think I deserved your attention after what I did. Then I tore my ACL, and despite everything, you came.”

“You called,” you whisper, like it was the simplest thing in the world – because it was. Your heart beats to a cadence that sounds like the dribbling rhythm of a basketball and you know that Paige’s heart beats in tandem with yours. The two of you were so inexplicably intertwined in the fabric of each other’s lives, each other’s hearts, that it was difficult to discern where you began and she ended, but you knew that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah,” Paige agrees, her eyes shining. “I’on care what it takes, you’re stuck with me this time around. I am never letting you go. You’re my past, present, and my future. Which is why I want you to have this.” She gives you a meaningful look and you begin to unwrap the box. When you take the lid off, you can’t stop the smile from growing on your face as you reach in, wrapping your hands around Paige’s zip-up tracksuit hoodie. It has the Husky logo and it smells just like her. You know it’s the school issued one that she wears everywhere. “It doesn’t have my name or my number on it or anything, but I got a little something embroidered on the inside.” Allowing her to guide you, she pulls back the lapel, and on the left side, directly under the Husky logo that rests over your heart, the words “Not impossible. Not for us” are stitched delicately into the fabric. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you laugh softly. “Coach is gonna kill me,” she muses, “but it’s worth it – especially since you’ll be sitting courtside in my hoodie like we’d always talked about.”

Your lip trembles, but you’re smiling widely. “Paige,” you murmur. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll stick around for my games,” she says softly. “See if I’m still good at this basketball thing after taking a year off.”

Despite yourself, you laugh, placing the hoodie back into the box and wrapping your arms around her neck. Her hands find your hips, her lips pressing into your temple, and you both melt into each other with an overwhelming amount of relief. “You know I’m there,” you say. “Always will be.”

Paige squeezes your waist, pulling back far enough to smile at you before her lips find yours, kissing you with a gentleness and a passion that hasn’t gone away, no matter how long you’ve been together or how long you’ll spend looking for each other. Her kiss feels more like a vow of forever, and when she breaks away, whispering something that sounds like an I love you, you promise the same thing.

(You’re courtside at her home opener, as promised. You watch as Geno shakes his head at Paige when he catches her staring at you, mumbling something about these damn kids, but you know that she doesn’t care and you don’t either. She reserves a spot for you at every game, at every team hangout, in that crevice of her heart that you’d tattooed your name on ages ago. Every day, you fall just a little bit further in love with Paige, and one of the things that you know with an absolute certainty is that you’re spending the rest of your life with her.)