#I'm so fucking tired I want this week to be over but I work Sunday :(
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hello!
I'm back kinda lol
I took my break and while it's not the end of November I'm gonna be popping in every so often.
Summary of 2 weeks away:
I managed to not endlessly scroll in bed and usually stay off until I am waiting to start work (I would work on my Italian and other things but when I have only 10 mins I didn't see a point)
The last 2 weeks have been really fucking busy at work and I still have today and tomorrow of work.... not ideal but then I go back to normal (all the big events are pretty much done except for one but that's another week away)
I haven't really been too productive even when I quit social media cold turkey. But the back to back events didn't allow for me to work on things (i would go home and sleep lol) so I'll try another social media break in January.
I did successfully pick back up one hobby: crocheting! I'm trying to make a hat lol
Overall: I give myself like a 7/10 on my attempt. I did pop back on here on my phone during my breaks or before work but I managed to be completely off at home :)
#Hello I'm sorta back#The last 2 weeks at work have been rough though so I'm gonna give myself some leeway#I'm gonna put a cap though on how much time I spend on Tumblr or YouTube at home bc that's where I sit 4 + hours on my phone#So far I only spent 1-2 hours bc I'm watching documentaries while I try to make a hat lol#personal#I'm so fucking tired I want this week to be over but I work Sunday :(#New holiday hours but then I'll go to Wed to Sunday
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Somewhere With You
Part 4 of How Long
pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller
FIND Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 HERE!!
description: sleeping with your exes brother is one thing, but envisioning a whole life with him? that's a dangerous game. but you did it. now you're here, and tommy is fucking pissed.
word count: 5.3k
warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! fear of being caught by sarah?, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING, dirty talk, overstimulation, titty fucking (yw caly), light violence, tommy is literally evil.
author's note: jesus christ i'm so glad I am finally here with this. I feel like finishing this is my greatest success in life lmao. I will probably continue this series but this is the last part for a while. I appreciate everyone's love on it and I can't wait to get more stuff out to y'all!
“Are we going to have a celebration when we get home?”
Joel laughs, “Yeah, we can. What did you wanna do?”
You just listen to Sarah list off all the possible ways to celebrate winning the tournament. The movies, going to the mall for new jeans, going to the local ice cream parlor every night of the week. Joel shakes his head at that one as he turns the truck onto the highway. You have your knees up to your chest, the zip up Joel let you borrow hanging off your shoulders. You had complained about how cold you were all weekend, so Joel shut you up by tossing you his zip up. You haven’t taken it off since.
The sun was setting over the horizon, drawing the Sunday to a close. You had to work in the morning and you were dreading concluding the weekend you spent with Joel and Sarah.
Everything with them seems natural. It felt like family.
You did not want to face tomorrow, especially when there was no set plans as to when you would be hanging out with them again.
Luckily, Sarah has not mentioned much of anything about what she saw early Saturday morning, so there was no awkward tension. The only time it came up was when you all were tired from Saturday’s events and you arrived back to the hotel room.
“You two sleeping together tonight, too?” She asked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She wasn’t even trying to be rude or demeaning, she just wanted to know if she could fall asleep in one of the beds without being stirred.
“Yeah, you can have that bed hun.” Joel answered.
Sitting on those horribly uncomfortable bleachers and cheering Sarah on had taken a lot out of you, so you were ready to throw yourself into the plush mattress, too.
You watched Sarah throw herself onto of the comforter, sinking into the pillows face first. It makes you giggle while you grab your pajamas to change.
Joel nudges you while you dig through your duffle, “No funny business tonight, ma’am.”
You shake your head, his comment making your stomach turn upside down with nerves. You smack his chest with the back of your hand, “No duh, asshole.”
Sarah puts her headphones on, drowning out Joel’s humming to an old country song. You just stare ahead, watching him speed pass car after car. His truck revs every time he does it which makes you clench your knees a bit tighter.
“In a rush, dear?”
The nickname makes his heart race.
He taps his fingers, trying to act like that nickname doesn’t drive him insane. “Want to make sure to get you home so you can be rested up for work in the morning.”
“That’s mighty sweet of you, but take your time. I’m in no rush.”
He eases off the gas a bit, taking your advice.
“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”
It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.
“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.
It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.
“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”
You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.
“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”
He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”
He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.
“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”
“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.
Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”
He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.
-
Sarah was dead asleep in the backseat, so you both decided to get all the stuff from the back inside before nudging her awake. You quietly shut the door, grabbing Joel’s one bag from the driveway and slinging it over your shoulder.
You follow close behind him as he unlocks the front door and places Sarah’s stuff on the staircase.
The idea of having to leave made you want to scream. You didn’t feel like driving home and laying lonely in your own bed. You didn’t want to resume your boring life at work. You just wanted him.
This weekend made you realize that you really couldn’t live without him. You’re not only comfortable around him, but he’s exciting. He cracks jokes and compliments you when you don’t expect it. Those couple of months without him were still months he was plaguing your mind, even though he wasn’t physically around you.
You snap out of your thoughts quickly. You start watching Joel’s muscles restrict over his gray t-shirt and it’s enough to send you to your knees. You didn’t even realize how crazy he was driving you. His messy curls that were trapped under a hat most of the weekend are finally loose and curling up his neck. And the way his jeans hugged his ass while he walked away from you? You didn’t know how long to could refrain from telling him you needed him, right this second.
“I may call out tomorrow. Too tired to sit on my computer all day and run reports,” You say while he wonders back to you from his bedroom down the hall. You’re hoping it leads to an offer.
He nods, tossing his keys on the entry table next to you,“Yeah, I am off tomorrow. Have to get this house in order and make sure Sarah actually wakes up for school in the morning.”
No offer. Maybe you could propose it?
“Maybe I could just spend the night.”
The air is thick instantly with tension. You can hear the hitch in his throat. Once you say it, you realize how desperate you must sound. But you want to be able to lay next to him again. You want and need him.
“If that’s what you wanna do, sweetheart. I don’t mind none. Love havin’ you here.”
He grabs your waist lazily, pulling you into his chest. The connection sends chills down your arms.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to you to think I’m being needy.”
He doesn’t even hesitate, he just bows his head to capture your lips with his, giving you a slow sensual kiss. You move your hands up to his neck, pulling him down further into you, eager to be close to him.
When he realizes that’s where it’s going, he pulls up for air.
“Lemme go get the last couple bags and get Sarah inside.”
As he says that, the door flings open behind you. A sleepy Sarah blinks at both of you, shaking her head instantly when she sees her Dad’s arms wrapped around you. You push back, flinging yourself backwards and away from Joel.
“Can you lovebirds do that somewhere else,” She groans, while rubbing her eyes, “Don’t need another sibling created right in front of m-”
“Sarah Jane!”
-
You smile when Joel drops onto his mattress with a huff.
“So…” You drift off, crawling onto Joel’s lap, “You come here often?”
He chuckles, his hands beginning to trail your waist.
“Come here quite often, actually,” He jokes, his hands resting right under your shirt and on your hips. “How about you?”
You hum, “Not really. Maybe a couple times. Would love to come around, more though.”
“That so?”
You lean down, using your fingers to pull back his brown locks and pivot his head upward. You kiss him gingerly, smiling at his small groan.
You pull away, “I’d love to come to your bed every night, Joel Miller.”
The guttural moan he makes sends a rush to your core. He grabs the nape of your neck and brings you back down to his lips. He takes control of your movements, switching positions by gently laying you back. He leans over your body, his lips carrying the weight of his emotion. You’re scrambling though, tugging at his shirt, trying to rid it off his body. He pulls away to throw it off his body, motioning you to do the same. Soon, you two are completely naked.
“I never get sick of this view,” He rasps, his eyes raking your body.
You smirk, “Back atcha, babe.”
He positions himself on top of you, his lips lingering on your neck and collarbones.
Joel’s kisses are always intentional. It’s like he knows every pressure point on your body. His lips are always wet and supple, dragging across your soft skin.
When his mouth reaches the skin around your breast, you start to arch up for more contact. He grabs your stomach, pushing it softly down onto the bed.
“Patience, baby,” He mumbles, kissing the same area on the other breast. You jerk up again, absentmindedly.
“Can’t help it,” You whine, trying not to sound so desperate.
He clicks his tongue, “You can and you will.”
His lips wrap around your nipple and you just watch with hooded lids. His eyes are closed, so focus on teasing every inch of your body. You can feel the slick pool between your legs at the sight.
“Joel, please.”
He releases the pink nub, “What, baby? Use those words.”
“I want you all over, Joel.”
“Yeah? Where? Here?”
He grabs your breast roughly, making you mewl.
You finally gesture down. Your hand slides between your legs, dragging up and down your own slit. You gather as much slick as you can, bringing it up to Joel’s surprised expression.
“I see…” He brings your fingers up to his lips. You gape at his next actions, amazed that he’s so filthy. He takes your two fingers and licks them like a popsicle. You audible sigh as he sucks on your fingers like a man starved.
“You goin’ to be extra good for me?” He asks when your digits escape his mouth.
“Always am.”
Your voice is shaky when you say it. It makes Joel smirk. He loves when you sound ruined.
“Love hearing those words come out of your pretty little mouth.”
He crawls down your body, peppering kisses from your stomach down to your thighs. You watch him closely as he props your thighs over his shoulders. He does not waste time, diving straight into your divine center. You try to refrain from screaming his name, knowing Sarah may not be asleep yet. You clap your hand over your mouth while he licks your sensitive clit. He lays his tongue flat, pressing into you as he shakes his head back and forth. When he does that, you yelp into your palm.
“Mmm, baby girl wants to be loud so bad,” He chuckles darkly, using his fingers to spread your lips, “You wanna be loud for me huh?”
“Yes, please, God,” You pant, “Need you in me, Joel.”
“Yeah? Lets stretch you out a bit,” He doesn’t even give any warning when he sinks his fingers inside your pussy. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready, baby girl. Want you to cum before I stick this cock in ya.”
You swallow, letting him take the lead like usual. You liked it this way, when he ravishes you with his abilities and you get to cum several times. You never had sex like this in your life, especially consistently.
His fingers curl inside you, pumping in and out. You can hear how wet you are, the wetness sequelching against Joel’s fingers. Your pussy is graced with his tongue again while he fucks you with his digits. It’s like it’s pulled out of you. The orgasm sends white hot flashes to your vision. You know you’re saying something, but it’s no word in the English language.
When you come back down from euphoria, Joel’s ontop of you again. He’s kissing your cheeks, mumbling something about how beautiful you are when you cum.
“Joel, please,” Your hands grab onto his biceps, “Want you inside me.”
His cock drags along your navel, as he situates himself between your legs.
“Yeah? Always so eager,” He grabs his cock with his free hand, “Wanna try something a little different?”
Your stomach drops, “Like what?”
He toys with your nipple with his pointer and thumb, “Always wanted to fuck these.”
You smirk at the thought, your stomach finally at ease.
“You want to fuck my titties, Joel?”
“If you’ll let me,” He squeezes your boob gently, “Think these things are perfect. Want my cock right between them.”
You nod, “Fuck ‘em then, baby.”
He pulls you up, practically shoving you on the ground beside his bed. He wasn’t being aggressive, just guiding you to follow his lead. You sit on your knees, watching up at him as he pumps his cock over you. You use both hands to push your tits together. He grins as he touches the head of his cock to your hard nipples.
“So good for me,” He groans, slipping his cock between your cleavage, “Obeyin’ me and doin’ everythin’ I want. My fuckin’ dream girl.”
He starts to fuck your squeezed together tits as you stare up at him with a completely spent expression. You dribble some spit down between the break in your breast to lube up the area. Your pupils are blown and you feel the wetness of you slit soaking the skin of your legs. You can tell by the look on Joel’s face that he could cum at the sight of you.
But he stops and instead, grabs your bicep and tosses you back on the bed. You watch him crawl up between your legs, his face untamed and filled with anticipation.
“Need to cum in that pussy,” He pumps it a couple times before slipping in between your pussy lips, “Do you need me to put on a condom or anything? I don’t have to fuck you raw every time.”
You bite your lip, “I like feeling every part of you, Joel. I promise.”
“Mmm,” He hums, sinking his cock head inside you, “Love to hear that, baby.”
You circle your hips, practically fiening for him to sink all the way into you. He takes the hint, plunging into you with one snap. Once he’s finally sheathed in you, you groan out which only instigates him. He draws out and back in, his pace painstakingly slow. You grip onto his forearms, digging your nails into them. Maybe he will take the hint that you need it faster.
But, no.
“Words, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”
You choke out the words, “Faster. Harder.”
He kisses your lips, shushing you as his tempo picks up. He wants to feel the vibrations of your moans. He knows if you’re too loud there may be listening ears, so kissing you will hush the sounds of pleasure. He sits up and repositions, grabbing the back of both of your legs, practically folding you in half. You smirk in delight, watching his furrowed expression focus on your body’s reactions.
“This pussy is mine,” He huffs, watching himself plow into you, “All fuckin’ mine. Ya know that?”
“Yes,” You manage to peep out, “It’s yours, Joel.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He spreads your legs, opening you up nice and wide. His thumb finds your responsive clit, circling it with the momentum of his hips, “Cum for me, baby. Soak this fuckin’ cock.”
Your body reacts in the way he finds so satisfying. Your hips lift up as the climax takes over, your whole body shaking at the ecstasy he brings you. He doesn’t let up, chasing his own bliss. You are so overstimulated, you are just gasping for air. He starts to falter, his pace slowing as he coats your insides with his cum.
You start to chuckle when his body practically collapses onto you. His sweaty curls stick to your perspiring cheek. You find yourself kissing his temple, practically thanking him for fucking you so good every time.
He stands up, his half-hard dick slipping out of you pain-stakingly slow. You whimper at the feeling, still a mess from your orgasm.
“God, you are perfect,” He mumbles, his hand slipping down your bare thigh, “Could fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”
You are still awestruck by the interaction, you don’t even know you’re saying it, “Why don’t you?”
He smiles while he helps you sit up, “I will. Now let’s get you all showered and ready for bed, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
-
Luckily for you, your body naturally wakes up at 5:30AM. You creep out of the bedroom, making sure not to stir Joel awake. You find the house phone and call your boss, letting her know you were “sick” and needed to use a sick day. She just mumbled a “whatever” and you hung up, heading back to the warmth of Joel’s bed.
Joel wakes up as soon as you crawl back into bed, but he knew he had to get up and make sure Sarah got ready and off to school, anway. He cuddles you for a bit, watching you nod back off to sleep. He let you sleep in while he cleaned up the house a bit. He tries his best not to much too much noise, not wanting to rattle you awake.
You did wake back up when you heard the vacuum. You pull yourself together, putting your hair up into a bun as you stumble out of the bedroom. Joel stands in the living room, not even aware you’re behind him. He jumps when he notices you in the threshold, turning off the vacuum.
“Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty,” He laughs as he wraps up the vacuum cord.
“Mornin’ handsome.”
You watch him roll the machine back into the hall closet before taking note to how nice and clean the house looked.
“Looks good in here,” You mumble, noting how every surface looks dusted, “It’s missing one thing. You have a vase?”
He silently nods, looking at you confused.
“Go fill it with water, I’ll be back.”
You walk towards the front door, swinging it open as you begin tip toeing to Joel’s side garden. He had started it with Sarah years ago, and for the most part, it was completely overgrown. Some flowers still bloom in the Texas sun, so you pick the prettiest from the dirt. Once you have a bundle, you practically jog inside to show Joel your bouquet.
“Hmm,” He smirks, “Didn’t think we needed flowers.”
“Well, you do.”
He shows you the vase on the coffee table, letting you take on the responsibility to make it pretty. He watches you carefully, your tired eyes trained on the task.
You were his dream girl, truly.
Once you’re satisfied with your arrangement, you make a grand gesture.
“Beautiful, baby,” He beams, wrapping his arms around your waist. He drops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap.
“Who me or the flowers?” You joke.
“Both.”
You give him a lazy kiss, smirking into it.
This part of life with Joel is so domestic and perfect. You two could create this little world and live in it forever. He appreciated your silly antics, knowing how neglected this side of you must have been with Tommy. He didn’t care about the small gestures like Joel did.
It was so reassuring being with Joel. He praised you like you had never been before.
As you pull away from his lips, you hear a door slam outside. Before you could even react, the front door swings open into the house. You sit on Joel’s lap, turned away from the front door, completely dumbfounded.
“What is going on here?”
His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.
When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.
Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”
But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.
“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”
He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal chords.
“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”
Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he doesn’t creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you’re not one hundred percent positive.
“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”
His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.
Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”
“Answer the fuckin’ question!”
You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he’d go insane.
You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You didn’t want him to realize how shaky your voice was.
Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him. You stand in the corner of the living room, your body practically wedged between a lamp and the couch. You want to become one of the dustbunnies on the floor boards, not wanting to be apart of this situation.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“
Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a milimeter. Joel doesn’t even hesitate when he says the next words.
“Not your girl.”
You truly cannot believe the words coming out of Joel’s mouth. You knew what he was insinuating and it brought chills up your back. Tommy’s movements completely halt and he stands there in a stunned silence. Joel’s jaw is slack, his eyes trained down at Tommy. It’s a stand-off.
Tommy crooks his head to the side, like he’s stretching it. “You want to pull that shit now, Joel? I knew you wanted my sloppy seconds the moment you told me she was at your house that night.”
Being referred as “sloppy seconds” makes your blood boil. It’s so dehumanizing.
“Stop talking about her like that,” Joel warns, his voice a whole octave lower.
“No,” Tommy growls, his gaze finally falling on you again, “You’re a whore. Just like your stupid sister.”
You swallow hard. It’s finally your moment to shine. The burst of adrenaline chorusing through your veins finally propels you forward, pushing Joel out of your way.
“You’re the town whore, Tommy Miller. You fucked your way around Austin and then came home to me every night,” You are shaking. Luckily, your voice isn’t wavering, “You lie. You cheat. You are a decietiful little shit. And I’m so glad you are because if you hadn’t slept with my sister and told me, I would have never realized how terrible you were to me all these years. I wasted so much time on babying you.”
The vein in his forehead is bulging and it makes you smile a bit.
“If I could go back in time, I would’ve saved my fucking tears and ran the other direction.”
He has the audacity to giggle, “Instead you ran right into Joel’s arms.”
You don’t hesitate, “You never gave a damn about me, he actually did. I should’ve taken the hint the moment he brought me flowers for my graduation, and you showed up with a flask.”
“You graduated college! Big fuckin’ deal! Get over yourself!”
Now you’re laughing.
“Bite me, Tommy,” You reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling him into you. It makes Joel super nervous how close he is to you. He knows Tommy’s temper and how easily he will snap. He doesn’t know the next words about to come out of your mouth.
“You cheated on me, you fucking loser. I told you then we were done that night, did I not? What I did after that point is not your business. I’m not yours anymore. And your brother, he treats me real good. Way better than you ever did. He can actually last, unlike you,” You smack your lips together, “He can fuck me better than you, that’s for sure.”
Joel’s eyes widen at the words. Tommy looks completely dazed, but as soon as the last line leaves your mouth, he pushes you backward, right into Joel. You squeak at the contact, your brain registering that he actually put his hands on you. Joel quickly grabs you from tripping over him, and places you behind him quickly. Tommy reaches out for you, but Joel stops him meer inches from your face.
“Fuck you!”
Tommy tries to throw his hand at Joel’s head next but it’s quickly stopped by Joel’s forearm. Instead of Tommy continuing the fight with you two, he takes it out on the new flowers and vase you just put out on Joel’s coffee table. He uses all his force, grabbing the vase and launching it towards the wall. The glasses shatters, water splashes on the wall, and pieces of flowers litter the floor.
The action sends Joel pushing Tommy backward and against the wall. You want to yell out for them to stop, but all that comes out his Joel’s name.
When he pins Tommy to the wall, he finally turns to you.
“Don’t.”
It’s the only word you can say. You’re shaking, your eyes welling with tears. Joel knows you don’t want to see him demolish Tommy with his fists, so he thinks quick. He grabs Tommy’s collar, dragging him out the front door.
You follow far behind, not sure what Joel’s gameplan is.
Tommy is yelling, telling Joel to unhand him. Joel just tightens his grip.
“Coming into my house, talking to my girl like that. Fuckin’ disrespectful little shit.”
“Fuck you, Joel,” Tommy yells, his voice probably waking the neighbors. Joel launches Tommy’s body into the front yard, right near the flower bed. You watch from the doorway, wanting to keep your distance from the confrontation.
“Remember when you had temper tantrums when Momma told you no as a boy? Nothings changed. You’re an immature little brat.”
Joel reaches down into the flower bed, grabbing the hose. Tommy is still on the ground, scrambling to get up. Joel does something so unexpected, it makes you yelp. He starts soaking Tommy with the hose.
“Yeah, like the girl said before,” He aims towards Tommy’s face, “bite me.”
Tommy starts to spit up water, jumping up and away from the stream of water. Instead of tackling Joel like you anticipate, he just shakingly wipes his hair out of his eyes.
“You two are sick. Fuckin’ sick. And everyone will know about this.”
It makes your heart sink to your stomach. You don’t really care if anyone knows anymore. You knew this was going to be the worst part, but its the way he makes it sound like a threat.
“I bet they will, I just don’t give a damn.”
Joel sprays him while he stands up, making Tommy groan and yell out in annoyance. Joel just smiles, sickly.
Tommy storms off to his truck, dripping wet from the shower Joel just gave him on his front lawn. Joel tosses the hose back into the garden, satisfied with his work. You two stand there, watching Tommy do a burn out and speed off down the road. You breathe out loud, your hands finding your face. Joel glances between his neighbour’s houses, ensuring there is no one outside watching the events unfold. He did not care if they did watch, but he knew you would probably care.
He grabs ahold of your shoulders, guiding you back inside the house. Your eyes instantly fall on all the shattered glass and flowers as you walk inside. Joel ignores it and brings you into the kitchen.
Your mind is racing. You knew every word you said to Tommy was right deep down. But the girl you were, she wouldn’t have instigated his rage. She would’ve sat there and took every word he said to heart and believed them.
But the girl you are now, that girl is completely ruthless. You are petty. You are harsh. You are angry.
You kind of scared yourself.
“Joel-”
“No baby,” he mutters, “You better not say what I think you’re gonna say.”
“Joel, we can’t d-”
“We can. Because fuck Tommy. Fuck everyone,” He grabs your hips, letting his hands settle softly on your curves, “I want you. I want you so bad. I am not lettin’ you get away. Tommy can tell everyone in the fuckin’ world about us, and I won’t fuckin’ care. What he says doesn’t reflect you. You did nothin’ wrong. Okay?”
You swallow. You know he’s right, but you’re so scared of all this fallout. You don’t want it to scare you away from Joel, but it’s nervewracking to wait around and anticipate all of the chaos that will follow this incident. You did not want to tear apart a family. It’s the same feeling you had the morning after you first slept with Joel.
You’re scared to have him because of what it means for him. It means weird holidays and weird stares at grocery stores. It means you will be known as his brother’s ex girlfriend never just his girl.
You don’t realize it, but you’re staring past Joel. He tilts your head towards him, making your eyes connect.
“I love you, okay?”
His words make your heart flutter with relief. Maybe that’s what you needed. You needed him to finally say those words. Because those words were hanging in the back of your mind, simmering, waiting to be said.
“I love you, too, Joel.”
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I'm gonna rant in the tags. don't reblog, I'm venting
#tw rant#why tf does my manager have to do this shit to me?#so‚ previously‚ I was available sun through thurs (I need 2 days off at least for chores and relaxation‚ burnt myself out-#doing worse before) and because they rarely scheduled me sunday‚ it meant I got a 3 day weekend-#which wasn't necessary but nice‚ and I prefer it over what I have now.#ask manager about needing more hours (they tend to give 4 hr shifts for each day available‚ ask later if you want 8 hr that day)#he says 'if you were available mon-fri you could get more' so I swap availability‚ and what happen?#i have the same hours but now the 3 day off is a random time of the week#And I don't know about other people‚ but that random day off gives me a chance to feel all the exhaustion but get none of the rest#so I go through the rest of the week extra tired‚ making the same amount of money as before.#I'm pissed about it‚ and I know its a weird and whiney thing‚ but why the fuck tell me I'd get more hours if-#I'm working THE EXACT SAME FUCKING HOURS?????#I need a need job‚ but I've been here so long that I likely can't find anywheres that pays as well with my skills#unless I actually figure out how tf to set up commissions where people can't see my real name attached to my p@yp@l#(I want to note: I'm less tired end of week doing 2 days off‚ working five days in a row than I am doing 1-2 days‚ day off‚ 2-3 days on)#(IDK my brain works shit)
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the kitchen 18+ gn!reader x potwasher!astarion au, 2k
He‘s not the sort to linger among the rabble of the kitchen at the end of the evenings. The fact you were barely aware of his existence prior to now speaks volumes.
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based on a discussion with @bhaalism. he's a potwasher. you want to fuck the potwasher. this started as a joke and now i'm obsessed. enjoy.
cw: 18+, astarion is a potwasher, this is an au, you work in a shitty chain restaurant, sex, reader smokes, astarion vapes, creampies, oh no, gn reader i think
Before he’d caught you short of smokes, you’d never paid him much mind.
Hair back in some messy swoop - grey, although you could swear under the fluorescent light of the kitchens it shone a bright white. Some age to his almost-crimson eyes but nothing too notable.
Your pockets empty, patting down a food-encrusted apron in a tired resignatory furor - and he’d offered his vape silently under the back-door shelter. Minty. The familiar clouds in the walk-in, the occasional lingering menthol smell from his station. Your smoke breaks rarely align but this evening the stars shone between the fuzzy gaps in soaking clouds overhead and they gave you something new. Nicotine, chewed mouthpiece.
There’d been a small exchange at the doorway following his outreach.
He watched you with an inquisitive head tilt, eyes sharp with a dark smudge of lash - as if he were seeing you for the first time in this haze of heavy rain. Looked out to the bins with a deep breath and snorted at the overflow.
Astarion. Pot-wash extraordinaire, announced with a churlish eye-roll and some quiet clack of his tongue in your direction. He’d never so much as looked at you prior that you’d noticed, but now his gaze was locked on your inhale as if to watch the clear liquid leave the tank in real time. Lids flickering up to etch your side profile somewhere in the silver span of his mind. Another name to know. Another person to potentially cover his Sunday lates if he can get through to you, though.
The name sounded far too beautiful, too distinct; but the pallor suggested local blood in those thick bluish veins. No freckles nor warmth in his ridiculously high cheeks, just the breeze of an oft-downturned nose and a passing fondness for the half-full bottles of red left by your tables, chugged (naturally) in a messy snorting huff over the running sink. Dribbles of dry red down that statuesque marble chin and a cack handed holler from the weekend porter - who would just as quickly be walloped over the head with the neat strike of a folded tea-towel.
His sniff at your thanks, the brief noncommittal nod before he tucked the vape back into his trouser pocket and dived back inside.
Camaraderie. That’s it.
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It’s a week later when you both find yourselves outside again, falling through the back door out into another dark downpour to find him huddled to your left; drowning in an oversized outdoorsy coat with vape in hand.
He catches your eye once more with a small smile
“Astarion, right?”
“Well remembered.”
You fish in your jacket pocket and pull out a disposable vape box, handing it over with a hurried smile.
“For the other night.”
“Could’ve just got the juice, you know.”
He hesitates on taking it, holding your stare.
“I know. This was easier though. I’m not going to a vape store.” You grin and he snorts, taking the box from your hand.
“Well. Thank you. Most unexpected.”
You stand in amenable silence for a few moments, lighting your poison whilst he puffs away into the night.
“How long have you been here, then?” You ask, flicking the ash into the wet and folding your arms.
“Too long. Far too long. You?”
“I’d say the same, but we haven’t really crossed paths before; have we?”
“Shame.”
He bristles as he says it. Some easy poke at wooing, you think.
You could be swayed.
He is pretty. Really pretty. With those looks you’re almost surprised he’s not the rake of the joint, but your co-workers seem ridiculously oblivious to him - and he isn’t too endeared with them either, from what you can tell. He‘s not the sort to linger among the rabble of the kitchen at the end of the evenings, nor is he one of the roaring personalities that carry all the way through to the bar counter in their jovial roaring. The fact you were barely aware of his existence prior to now speaks volumes.
“What do you do when you’re not here, then?”
He looks back at you in a guarded ponder, eyes narrow.
“I spend the odd day off on my yacht, obviously; but only when my sprawling country mansion is undergoing renovations.”
You offer a laugh and he smirks. The humour is poor but salient.
“Ah! We might be neighbours, you know.”
“The mansion?”
“No, the dock. My weeknight yacht was newly refurbished there!”
“Oh, what luck!”
“We’ll have to host a dinner party or something. It’s only proper.”
Astarion gives you a laugh you’ve never heard before - loud and airy, almost comical if it weren’t for the sincere rumble toward the end.
“Dinner party! Oh yes. Absolutely. With little vol-au-vents and hors d’ouvres.”
“A must have.”
“I agree, darling. It’s a date.”
As he puts his vape back in his pocket and bids you farewell with a small wave of those pale hands, you lean back on the closed door with an uncharacteristic light-headedness.
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Darling.
You’re given too much time to stew on it, the slight exuberant lilt of his voice. The roundness of his eyes as he spoke with you in jest. The fact he didn’t smell like kitchen grease but instead some warm note of vetiver and menthol. The fact you even noticed how he smelled.
As a new evening rounds off you find yourself with little else to do but search for him behind the service window, and you’re quietly delighted by what you find.
The smattering of white-shock curls - back arched as he leans over the empty prep station, ass high in a light nonchalant sway as your fellow servers dash to visit the kitchen in search of dead plates to devour. The quirk of a brow as the head chef gives freely to those who ask, whittling down a single stale fry with small bites as he observes.
You hadn’t expected things to change after your encounter, and to that point, they definitely haven’t.
You’re just more aware of him now.
When he catches you watching almost immediately from afar, you offer him a small grin whilst he shifts to wholly capture your gaze. A challenge. The corner of his mouth lifts as he moves to hold your stare, calm and cool; with that fox-like tilt of his head to the side.
You could picture it.
The linger after lock-up, satchel on his shoulder as he catches you waiting for him.
The slight moment of bewilderment before it becomes easy banter - even though restrained - once more. A quip on his part, maybe; some query as to what you’re waiting for as he hangs onto your every word in focused anticipation.
Maybe a drink at the bar down the road - but more likely in your mind a stop at the nearest off-licence to pick up a bottle or two of that wine he likes, as you dance around each other in a waiting quiet, bristling. Fluorescent corner-store lights giving his hair that unnatural sheen while he prowls the aisles and heads to the till, head turned back to see you waiting; eyes on him at the door. He’s heavy lidded the whole walk to his, hands kept to themselves for the walk up the stairs. The rattle of keys in the lock.
You reckon his flat - it has to be a flat, he couldn’t keep a whole house on your wage - is littered with burnt incense sticks and plush rugs and cushions in every jewel tone you can possibly imagine yet it feels so very him. He ushers you through to the living room and the awkward dance begins with the sofa, but he keeps you at ease. Collects wine glasses from the kitchen and pours with a flourish before settling back onto the seat and encouraging you with some typically witty output to do the same.
Candles. You didn’t see him lighting them, but they’re lit. The air is heavy with orange flower, patchouli; musk - vetiver and menthol as he exhales, insisting you’re okay to smoke if you like, but passing you his vape wordlessly as you reach for it. Fingers brushing as you do. You talk for a small while, but you both know why you’re here.
His eyes move to the open buttons of your chest as he deftly wets his bottom lip, and you take it as your chance to place your glass on the side table and ask if you’re okay to shed the shirt completely. It’s far too warm in there.
The candles, obviously. That’s why.
His coy nod, the languid blink as he watches your fingers dance your shirt open and pry the black shirt from your chest. Your deep exhale as you settle back into the sofa, lying slightly back with your legs angled toward him; glass back in hand.
His breath hitches. You notice it. He’s practically purring.
When he sets his glass aside in a pretence of pouring more wine, you reach for his arm to halt him from filling yours - now empty - and like a tense spring, he snaps.
Time slows as he reaches for your wrist and tilts his head once more, your enthusiastic nod giving him the permission he seeks; and brings your hand quickly down the solid span of his torso to the achingly hard bulge of his cock, letting your palm rest over the top of his trousers.
Wet. Fuck.
His slow-primal groan as you gently stroke at the sodden patch of precum, cupping to warm him through his clothes whilst he bucks lightly toward you. Towards the pressure, the warmth you can provide.
From then, you can feel yourself growing sticky. Shuffling as you race to disrobe. You picture the stony length of his cock freed from those awful work trousers and glistening something bulbous and glassy in the low light, your own fevered want reaching its peak as you bare yourself and he pulls you into a kneeling hover over him.
To feel the soft velvet of his tip brushing your arousal. There’s no need for foreplay. No need for any preparation of the sort, you’re both craving the relief. He offers his hand to catch a pool of your spit and lubricates his length in long, steady jerks.
Even they can’t mask the shudder of his breath. The fluttering of those smoky lashes as he rubs himself onto your waiting hole, watching; allowing a slip inside every few moments and waiting for your eager gasp each and every time.
Then, you sink onto him - and it’s bliss. Complete and utter bliss. You’ve never felt so full nor so weak in your whole entire life and for a moment you’re worried he’s ruined you. His heady moans of pleasure as you adjust around him. The space where you meet, where he impales you; runs soaking with arousal and sweat.
You move to ride him like your life depends on it. You’re his sweet little thing, his angel; and you are being so very good for him as you take his cock. His palms remain glued to the fat of your ass whilst his cool fingers dig deep into the ripe flesh and he bounces you up and down on his forearms with some remarkable strength.
His.
His, his; his. His beautiful thing. He’s perfect under you, with his pathetic desperate whimpers and the face of a wanton adonis; sturdy shoulders your anchor, for fear you’ll simply float away with sheer unbridled pleasure.
When he cums, he makes a point to do it inside you. Holds your thighs down so you can’t hop off nor be tempted to ride him through his peak; so you can feel him twitch and pulse inside you, ropes and ropes of his thick, hot spend painting your insides. His.
He’s called back to finish the last few pots on the side, and you silently rejoice in your sticky save as he winks goodbye through the bar window; eyes lingering on his ass as he walks slowly back to the service sink.
Fuck.
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Always Ever Only You Part 16 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: You're convinced you and Bradley could go on the same date a million times over, and you would find something new to love about it each time. You don't want the weekend to come to an end, but at least you get to enjoy time with a favorite visitor on Sunday evening.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, pregnancy discussion
Length: 5000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
Bradley was dressed and lounging back on the pillows with his arms tucked behind his head. You were getting ready to go out, and he was thoroughly enjoying watching you put on your red lingerie. His favorite set.
"We could just stay in," he murmured as you clasped your bra and rolled your eyes. Your face was made up and you were standing at the foot of the bed wearing barely anything at all. "We should just stay in."
You scoffed and said, "You should let Tramp out so we can leave in twenty minutes. I want to eat hot sauce with my sexy husband."
"Fine," Bradley sighed with a smile, pausing in the doorway to watch you slip your red dress over your head. The same one you wore on your first date together. The one Bradley loved you in every time you wore it. And then he walked through the kitchen to let Tramp outside. Your new French press was on the counter along with the half unpacked Amazon box that neither of you had time to get to all week. But he reached inside and pulled out one of his new notebooks and took a pen out of the drawer.
Bradley had been working late all week for various reasons. He'd missed a lot while he was deployed. Plus the Slayer and Dean court-martial was moving ahead. And also, Maverick had offered him the chance to meet some pilots fresh out of flight school with the promise that Bradley could help with some training exercises in the coming months. He was tired. Next month was his thirty-seventh birthday. He was feeling his age.
He clicked the pen in his hand and opened the notebook to the first page.
My wife does this thing, and it drives me absolutely wild. When I tell her I'm tired or point out a gray hair in my mustache or mention that I've been feeling my age, she just laughs at me. Sure, I can still run ten miles and lift weights for hours on end, but she can wear me out in an instant.
Emotionally, mentally, or physically.
She can say one sentence to me like, "I want to go eat hot sauce with my sexy husband," and I am emotionally tanked for the rest of the day. Because I fucking believe her. She actually does want to eat her favorite food with me. And she actually does think I'm sexy. And she's too smart, so trying to keep up with her mentally drains me every single time. And physically... Well. That's where she manages to
"You ready to go, Roo?" you asked, walking into the kitchen looking exactly like you had more than a year and a half ago when you and he were just starting to fall in love. Well, he was already half in love with you by the time that first date rolled around. And by the end of the night, he was a goner.
"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching out for his hand with a little crease between your eyebrows.
"Nothing," he rasped as his eyes dipped down to your cleavage. "Just thinking about how I don't even have to try to play it cool tonight, unlike on our first date." He leaned down and kissed your lips softly and then added, "You look fucking incredible."
"I don't care what you say, we're not staying in for the night," you whispered, running your fingers along his tattoo and pulling him in for a kiss that was clearly at odds with your words.
"Whatever you say, Sweetheart," Bradley replied. He let Tramp back inside and then walked out to the Bronco with your hand in his. And then he got to do one of his favorite things. He opened the door for you, helped you climb in, and buckled your seatbelt. But as he started to pull his right hand away from your body, you caught it and held him close.
"Hey," you whispered. "I don't have to try to play it cool tonight either."
"No?" he asked, his eyes fluttering closed as your lips met his.
"No. I love you so much," you replied. "And I would go on the same date with you a million times, because each time would be a little different, and I know I would remember them all."
Bradley could feel goosebumps on your arm, and your eyes looked a little vulnerable. Last time you and he had visited the hot sauce restaurant and the pier from your first date, it had been on your birthday. And you cried that night. A lot. Because you wanted to be pregnant, but you weren't. He briefly wondered how many other times you'd cried for that reason that he didn't even know about.
He wanted a baby. He still did. But it wasn't his top priority. He understood now how much you'd let it hurt you month after month. And it wasn't the same for him. He knew that now. And he didn't want you to feel like you were failing yourself, your relationship or him ever again. Because you weren't. You were more than enough.
"I remember every minute I've ever spent with you, Sweetheart. And I dream about it when I'm deployed. And I want to have decades of stuff to remember."
"Just keep feeding me hot sauce."
"I fucking plan on it."
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The ride up to Del Mar was beautiful. The sky faded from orange to purple as Bradley drove and sang along to his Motown playlist with his hand on your thigh. You thought about how you had a panic attack on your birthday after the negative pregnancy tests, but the memory of it didn't hurt as much now.
"What are you thinking about, Baby Girl?"
You glanced at your husband out of the corner of your eye as he parallel parked the Bronco in front of the restaurant. "Honestly?"
He met your eyes briefly as he straightened out the tires. "Yeah, honestly."
"I still want to have a baby, Roo," you said easily, this time without your heart aching. "I still think about it. But it doesn't make me upset like it used to."
He killed the engine, and coaxed you over to his lap. "Come here." When you were settled on him with your hands on his shoulders, he kissed you. "I still think about it, too. I still want it. But not at the expense of this," he added, gesturing between his body and yours before he let his big hand settle on your hip. "I don't want anything at the expense of this."
You took a deep breath and nodded. "Neither do I. And I know we agreed we can talk about this at length in a few more months, but I don't want to stop trying. And if there's still something wrong after a year, maybe we can talk to some doctors?"
"There's nothing wrong with us, okay? There's never going to be anything wrong. But if we still don't get pregnant, there are other options," he told you gently. "Like... fertility treatment or adoption agencies. But whatever we do, it's 50/50. We do it together. And I promise I'll take care of you better than I did before."
You were silent for a beat, because these were things you'd already thought about. "Yeah?"
He nodded. "I'm just saying, if we want a baby, there are other ways to make it happen. But I'm never going to stop wanting to fuck you, so don't think for a second that we're taking that off the table."
You shook with silent laughter before your giggles bubbled over. "Okay, we won't take that off the table, Roo."
He kissed your cheek and said, "Keep your pussy on the table." But he was laughing too, and you felt really good inside. His hands were heavy on your hips, and his lips were nipping at your neck. "Just let me feed you hot sauce and love you, and then we'll figure the rest out later if we even need to. I wanna give it a little more time, okay? Some more time with you off birth control. Some more time with us just being us. Like this."
"Yes," you agreed. "This is perfect. This feels good."
Now he was rubbing his mustache along your cleavage, and you knew you needed to get him inside the restaurant while you still could. "I'm hungry," you whispered.
"Me too," he agreed with a smirk.
"For dinner," you clarified with a laugh.
When you finally got him inside the restaurant, you could hear his stomach growling, so you didn't feel too bad. "Order two meals you want to try, Baby Girl," he said casually once you were seated.
You loved it when he let you do that, which was most of the time. And he always let you finish whichever one you liked better. And he never complained. You could feel his eyes on your body when you walked around to look at all the hot sauces on the shelves. Every time you glanced at him across the restaurant, he gave you a little nod or a wink. And there was no doubt in your mind that you were just as attracted to him now as you were the first time you were here.
When you brought some that you wanted to try back to your table, a brand new bottle of your favorite green sauce was sitting next to your favorite beer. "How am I supposed to deal with you, Bradley?"
"It's your favorite. And it's a tradition."
You laughed. "You bought me a whole case of 12 bottles online."
"You go through a bottler per week."
"That's actually fair."
Then your meals were delivered to the table, and you doused both of them in a rainbow of sauces and started eating. The two of you ended up sharing both meals, because you couldn't decide which one you liked better. And that one beer made you feel calm, and now Bradley's cheeks were rosy. After your conversation in the Bronco and the past week with him, you felt like all of the weight and pressure you put on yourself was easing up.
After dinner, you were laughing as he led you down the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around your waist. And you couldn't keep your hands off him either. "Why are we passing the Bronco? We should go home."
"Not yet," he whispered in your ear.
You gasped. "Are we going back to the silent disco?"
"Well," he rasped, looking at you with a wince. "Not exactly. I've been trying to get you back there for one, but they always seem to be when I'm deployed. But I had another idea. Let's walk down the pier."
You snorted. "You just want a handjob."
"Please," he replied, leading you across the street and down the pier. "Give me a little credit. I don't just want a handjob."
"Well that's good, because there are a lot of people out tonight," you whispered as he spun you around so your back was pressed against the railing and you were looking up at his face. "You're really handsome."
His cheeks were still rosy, but you thought perhaps your words had deepened the color. You ran your fingers along his scarred neck and across his cheek and into his hair. His eyes closed as he enjoyed your touch, and you studied him closely. He looked a little older than when you met him, with a few gray hairs here and there and maybe another wrinkle or two on his face. He'd been through a lot since then. He had the scars on his arm to prove it. But you didn't want to add emotional scars; he had plenty of those already. You just let him melt into your right hand as your left rested on his chest, and you looked at your diamond ring.
It was yours now, but sometimes you still thought of it as Carole Bradshaw's ring. Not in a bad way. Just as a form of recognition. It felt like an honor that you were wearing something so special. Maybe that was thanks in part to the words Bradley had read to you from his notebook. His recent thoughts and musings. But it was clear that some things were more important than others.
"I love you," he murmured, eyes still closed. "Are you ready for your newest playlist?"
"What is it?" you asked, his question pulling you back to the pier and the grin on his face.
"Just a little something I've been thinking about and finally put together." He pulled his earbuds out of his pocket and held one up for you to take. Then he tucked the other one in his own ear and kissed your nose. "It's all the songs I can remember from the silent disco. Plus what we listened to in the car that night. Oh, and a surprise track. Because I know you'll think it's funny."
Your heart swelled as you slid the earbud into place, and a few seconds later, the Cher song that played at the silent disco was on. And your heart was beating a little faster. And you couldn't stop smiling. "You really remembered all the songs we heard that night?"
Bradley shrugged. "I may have missed some. We'll add them if you remember more, okay?"
"I love this," you gasped, throwing your arms around his neck. "I love you."
He kissed your jaw and whispered, "I told you... I remember every minute I've spent with you. Or at least the way you've made me feel at any given time. Maybe the memories of some of the songs are a little hazy for me, but I remember how fucking good you made me feel that night. And how I was proud to be there with you. I still feel that way."
"Fuck, Bradley. You can't make me cry while Britney Spears is playing."
He laughed. "Okay. Let's dance then."
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It was dark out. The other people who had been enjoying the view of the ocean from the pier had dissipated. An orange glow from the scattered lampposts softly lit your face like a dream. Bradley had taken to singing all the songs to you, just to hear you laugh and sing along yourself. The random mix of pop songs and '80s ballads and romantic Motown tunes kept a smile on your face. You laughed when Hey Soul Sister played, and you threatened to text Nat. And the whole time, Bradley held you close with his hands at your hips and waist.
"Oh," he said when the music went silent. "That's the end of the playlist."
"It's over?" you asked, leaning back against the railing and looking up at him longingly. You removed your earbud and handed it back to him.
"Baby Girl, it was almost three hours long," he informed you with a laugh.
You tipped your head back and groaned. "It was perfect." Then you gasped softly as his lips found the pretty expanse of your neck and chest which were on display for him. He was sucking gently on your collarbone as you said, "I knew I was in trouble after the first time you brought me here. You were so sincere that night."
Bradley hummed against your warm skin. "I was already thinking about spending the rest of my life with you."
"No! Stop it. We had just met." Your voice sounded breathy as he drew little shapes along your dress with his thumbs, your head still tipped back.
"Didn't matter. Already knew."
Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair, and he nibbled along the tops of your breasts as you made the sweetest little sounds. Your nipples were tight peaks against the fabric of your dress, and when Bradley ran his lips lower to feel you, he groaned. The texture of your lace bra filled his imagination with possibilities.
You tilted your head up, and when he met your eyes, you had the audacity to look surprised. "You're hard, Roo."
He raised one eyebrow at you, just short of rolling his eyes. "Listen... when two people love each other very, very much..."
Your laughter filled him. "Oh, is that how this works? You know, that sentence can be interpreted a lot of ways."
He had to close his eyes as you gently squeezed his length through his jeans. "It's how it works with you." He huffed out a breath when you licked his ear and added, "You make me greedy. I want everything."
You hummed softly as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Bradley glanced around to make sure you and he were truly alone as you whispered, "Then let's have everything. Even if it takes some time."
"I love that," he groaned as your cool hand dipped inside his boxer briefs and closed around him. One stroke and he was putty in your hands.
"And we'll start with the handjob that I was seriously contemplating giving you on our first date."
"Oh fuck, Sweetheart. You're too much." Bradley bucked against your belly as you ran your thumb along his balls. He'd let you go a little further with this, but then he was taking you home for the night. Just a little more. Each stroke was incredible as he kissed your lips.
But when you started asking him questions, he should have known he was in trouble. Because you always got unbridled information out of him when you put him in situations like this. "What do you want for your birthday, Roo?"
He was watching your hand pass over his tip as he grunted, "Another sexy calendar."
"That can be arranged," you said sweetly. "And how do you feel about me starting to save up some money for a first anniversary trip?"
"Do it," he growled as you rubbed at his precum with your thumb. But then he wrenched his hips away, and your eyes were transfixed on his cock as it leapt for you.
"You don't want to finish here?" you asked, your eyes moving up his body to his face as you licked him from your thumb.
After he zipped himself carefully back in his jeans, he said, "I don't want to ruin your dress, and I don't want to get arrested. Let's go home." He didn't even wait for you to respond. He just turned and picked you up for a piggy back ride back to the Bronco.
The drive home was similar to that very first date. After you kissed him while he fumbled with your seat belt trying buckle you in, he turned on another playlist before he started the engine. But this time he was driving to the house that you shared, not the apartment you used to live in with Maria. And he didn't have to leave you for the night to prove to himself that he could, and that maybe he was good enough. He was your husband now, and you had deemed him good enough for you.
Bradley's hand was gripping your thigh as he saw the craftsman down the block. As soon as he was pulling into the driveway, you were crawling toward him, and he barely had the Bronco in park before you were straddling his thighs.
"I want you in every way." That sentence was the best example of how you wore him out emotionally. It was fucking beautiful, and he could spend all night just thinking about it. But you were kissing him now, and he was already aroused again as he finally turned the key in the ignition.
"You own me." You really seemed to love that response as your lips stayed gentle on his and your hand drifted down his body to his zipper again. It was so dark outside, even in the neighborhood, but Bradley could see the question in your eyes as you pulled back a little bit. Maybe you wanted to make sure he wanted this, too. Maybe you wanted him inside you instead of anything else. He just wanted to be with you. "Anything you want, Sweetheart."
"Okay."
He shimmied his jeans and underwear down his hips, lifting you up as well with a soft laugh. Then you took his hands in yours and guided them slowly up under your dress. He was treated to the sight of you unzipping your dress and unclasping your bra and pulling them down so he could see your pretty tits and peaked nipples. But then his hands froze under your dress.
"You changed your underwear. Earlier tonight. After I left the bedroom."
Your laughter had your tits bouncing just enough to distract Bradley and lure his lips to them.
"Oh!" you gasped as he sucked on you. "I did. I know you like the red ones, but I wanted these instead. Do you know which ones they are?"
That was a ridiculous question, and you knew it. He ran his thumb up your slit and could feel the satin fabric and the fancy embroidered letters as you bucked. He sucked harder until you called out his name and braced your hands on his shoulders. You were wearing the underwear you had specially made for the honeymoon.
"Of course I know, Mrs. Bradshaw."
"You passed the test!"
Bradley tugged your panties to the side and thrust up into you in one fluid motion until he bottomed out. "That's a test I will always pass."
Your hands were scrambling around his neck as you leaned in closer and kissed him. He led your hips in a slow roll with his hands on your ass and whispered, "Just. Like. That."
You kept the pace going, already panting softly as he brought one hand back up to your tits. His other fingers trailed around your hip, and he tucked them inside the front of your panties. As soon as he brushed your clit with his knuckle, you whined for him. "Daddy."
It had been a while since he heard you call him that. And fuck if he didn't love it. But you looked almost surprised that you'd said it out loud, eyes wide as you rode him.
"I fucking love it when you call me that," he crooned as he pinched your nipple. Your pussy was already fluttering around him as you kept that perfect tempo. Bradley pressed his mouth to yours as you babbled incoherently, and it was just a lost cause as you raked your fingers through his hair. He came inside you as he kept pressing his knuckle to your clit.
"Come on, Sweetheart," he coaxed as your movements sped up and then slowed as your cries echoed inside the Bronco. Then your lips were all over his before you abruptly broke away.
Your voice was a sweet little gasp as you said, "Don't make a mess on the upholstery."
With a laugh rumbling deep in his chest, Bradley opened the door and lifted you down from the driver's seat. "Just one of the many reasons we're married."
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You and Bradley were lounging in bed on Sunday morning, and he was doing a really poor job of making you want to leave to meet Cam and Maria for brunch.
"Aren't you supposed to be golfing today?" you asked with a laugh as he pinned your wrists over your head on the pillow.
"Yep," he replied softly. "Supposed to meet Jake, Javy and Bob in less than an hour."
You sighed as his lips met the underside of your breast. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed then?"
"I'd rather go for round three and then drink champagne in the bathtub with you."
Now that did sound nice. The weekend had been so much fun. Going up to the hot sauce restaurant had been perfect. You were exhausted all over from having sex and taking Tramp on long beach walks and staying up too late watching movies last night. And Bradley finished reading his notebook to you and promised he'd start from the beginning all over again. Frankly, you could use a nap already, so you weren't really sure how Bradley was doing so well at the moment.
"I'm supposed to go to brunch," you whispered, and Bradley rolled off of you with a groan.
"I'll get side eye for a month from Maria and Cam if you don't go," he said. "So I guess I'll just go play golf."
"We can do round three later," you promised, kissing his ear as you climbed out of bed and started to get ready. "You want me to bring you back some avocado toast?" you asked with a smile.
He made a disgusted face. "You know I hate that stuff. I'll just day drink and eat protein bars like a normal person until you feed me dinner."
"If I decide to feed you dinner later."
Bradley's face looked panicked. "You have to. Please? Sweetheart," he called, springing out of bed and following you to the bathroom. "Please?"
"You're ridiculous, Bradley. Go get a pack of chicken out of the freezer, and I'll make you some Marry Me Rooster tonight."
"Thank you." He kissed you so long and so passionately, you actually felt a little dizzy when he walked out of the room. "He's ridiculous," you muttered as you pressed your fingertips to your lips.
When you finally made it to brunch fifteen minutes late, Cam was glaring at you. "Maria wouldn't let me order anything until you got here. And I'll just bet you're late because Lieutenant Commander Mustache was doing something nasty to you."
You burst into laughter as you slid into the booth next to him. "I mean... I was just helping him with his golf clubs."
"The two of you are fucking filthy," he replied, flagging down the waitress while you and Maria laughed.
Brunch with the two of them was always fun, and you were on your second mimosa when Bradley texted you.
Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: Jake wants to know if we can watch Jeremiah tonight if he can manage to get Cat to agree to go to a movie. I told him I had to check with the boss. He laughed and said he should have just texted you instead of asking me... oh wait, I think he's texting you now. Why did I even bother?
And then you got a text from Jake asking very nicely if he and Cat could drop Jeremiah off later on their way to a movie. You told them both yes, and when you got home from brunch, you started to clean up the living room. You found your underwear from last night on the coffee table, and your bra was draped over the arm of the couch.
"Don't look at me like that," you told Tramp. "We were just having a good time, okay?" Then you smiled, because you knew that your pup was going to love licking crumbs off of the one year old visitor and following him around the room. "Your friend is coming over. I expect you to be well behaved."
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"He's just so fucking cute."
"Roo! Stop swearing in front of the child!"
Bradley looked up at you from all fours on the living room floor. "Isn't he too young for it to matter?" he asked in all seriousness.
You were gaping at him like he was an idiot, and he started laughing. "The last thing I need is Cat mad at me because his first word is the f-word."
Bradley rolled his eyes. "If he doesn't learn it from me, then I'm sure he'll learn it from Jake."
"Yeah, well that's Jake's problem," you muttered, ducking back into the kitchen to check on dinner.
Bradley scooped Jeremiah up and said, "You're so freaking cute. Is that better?" The little bubble of laughter he got in response was most likely a yes, so he just went with it. "Let's see here. It's almost dinner time. And then I'll bet my hot wife will read us that book about trucks that you liked so much."
"I'll read it now," you said as you walked back into the room. "Dinner is not quite ready yet."
"Hell yes, she's going to read it to us now," Bradley said as he and Jeremiah crawled across the floor to the diaper bag where the book was stashed. He unzipped it and watched the kid reach in and pull everything out including the book. "Nice work. But my knees can't take much more."
With a groan, Bradley scooped him and the book up and carried them to the couch where you were sitting with Tramp. And you looked calm and relaxed as you held the child on your lap and opened the book. Your voice was so sweet, and you were so beautiful, Bradley noticed that Jeremiah seemed more interested in you than the story at times. And it made him smile, because that was pretty much the same way he always looked at you, too.
But he was done stressing about all of it. Bradley was in love with you, and the weekend was everything he wanted. Having a kid like Jeremiah all to yourselves would be a cherry on top of an already perfect life. And if you and he were both still keen on the idea next year, there were options to be discussed at length.
Bradley let himself hope, just the tiniest bit, that maybe you and he would get lucky before then. But he wouldn't drown in that hope like he had before. And he wouldn't let that hope overshadow how great things were right now. But he wouldn't abandon it either. He laughed as he thought about how insightful his notebook entry was going to be later tonight after Jeremiah got picked up.
"Should I read it again?" you asked, looking up at Bradley.
He kissed your cheek. "At least one more time, Sweetheart. We can't get enough of your voice."
You smiled as he and Jeremiah settled in to hear the favorite story again.
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The perfect date to do over and over. Little Jeremiah is too sweet, I'm just hoping Cat and Jake are enjoying themselves, too. Just hang in there guys... Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 17
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Right here? |kitchen sex| ♡Quick smut ♡
Why Jungkook was cooking, you worked on your studies at the dinner table. A slice of life. It was raining, relaxing, quiet.
"Hey honey, come help me please?"Jungkook says.
You get up and walk over to the kitchen island.
"Whats wrong?" You asked.
"Mh, nothing..just wanted you here with me." Jungkook says biting his lif, with a detailed smirk.
You roll your eyes and try to walk off.
"Nu uh, come here...I want you tonight." He says pulling your waist towards him. "Babe, the assignment is due in 3 hours." You tell him.
"It won't take long, I promise. Plus why would u wait till the last minute to make it?" He asked.
"I wanted to do it this morning at Joon's so he could help and then I was going to leave but he started cooking and I got worried. Last time he ruined cereal. Then my girlfriends wanted to go shopping and then I was tired so I slept blah blah, now I have a very horny boyfriend who won't let me finish my work."
Jungook laughed at your exhaustion.
"Well, it seems like you need to relax a bit. I can help."
Jungkook picks you up and places u on the counter. He then leans in and kisses you gently. He grabs onto your waist, pulling you in closer. One of his hands slips between your thighs. He caresses your pussy outside of your pants. U squirm feeling his fingers rub against your aching clit. Oh, it's been way too long.
Then he proceeds to grab onto your pants and pull It down. You lift your bum to help him.
"Wait...right here?" You ask.
"Why not...? He responds before biting down on your neck.
"You're so wet baby," He says. He puts one finger in...then two. In and out into your slippery wet slope. Curling his fingers against your g-spot. Over and over again. You feel yourself getting closer. He starts to go faster and harder. Feeling yourself begin to lose control over your muscles you begin to shake.
"Cum for me..cum, cum, cum" He says looking deep into your eyes. U tremble into his arms feeling yourself cum. Your juices were going all over his fingers. Your back arching in pleasure, your head leaning back feeling the intensity.
"Fuuckk" you moan out as you start to catch your breath.
"That was so fucking hot baby," Jungkook says. "I can't wait. I need you right now." Jungkook says taking his rock-hard cock out.
He places his cock right against your entrance. He stops and looks at you for a moment. He leans in. He kissed your lips deeply and he began to enter his dick inside you. You let your moans escape into his mouth. More and more intense by the second.
"Fuck" He moans out. Going in and out slowly into you.
You grab onto the back of his neck. He grabs onto your thighs and places them over his shoulder bow going faster and harder.
He bites his lips and has a face full of aww. Lust in his eyes. The craving for you. You hear the sound of your skins smacking against each other. Harder, faster.
He grabs onto your waist harder pulling you deeper onto his cock.
"Fuck baby" He moans out. He looks down at hiw his dick enter u everytime.
"Fuuucckkuh.." He moans out. "I'm gonna cum baby."
With a couple of extra hard thrusts, Jungook releases himself into you. You feel his hot cum inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" You feel him shake a bit releasing every last drop of his hot semen into you.
A moment if silence for you both to catch your breath.
*Ding~*
"Right on time." Jungkook chuckles. He holds on to your waist and slowly pulls out. He leans in and kisses you passionately. "I love u so much, baby."
"I love you" You respond.
"Who's hungry?"
"Me!" You chuckle
"Alright, baby." Jungook gives u one last kiss before you both continue your night."
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Red Ties
Chapter 18
Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence
Mary sighed softly as she turned in her bed. She was absolutely exhausted from this week's night shifts and was looking forward to a good sleep. Her eyes could barely stay open by the time she got home, so she flung herself in bed without showering or bothering to make herself something to eat. The soft buzz of her phone made her roll over and snatch it from the small table, not bothering to look at who was calling her, and she answered in a groggy tone.
"Hello," she said, and the soft chuckle of James replied.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He smiled, and Mary's eyes pinged open, her mouth settling into a pleased smile, and she felt a tingle run down her body.
"I just got in from my shift," she said.
"How was it?" he asked. There was a faint sound in the back, almost like it was windy, so he must be outside.
"Exhuasting, I'm just going to sleep all morning to catch up," she said softly.
"I was just calling to ask what time you wanted picking up; you need your rest," he smirked on the other end of the phone. If only Mary knew what he was implying by that. Yes, she needed her rest from her tiring night shift, but he needed her well-rested for what he had planned for tonight.
"Um, how about seven?" That would give her enough time to sleep and then to get ready.
"Alright, I'll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag." Another tingle ran down her body at the thought of staying over. What would he have planned for tonight, she wondered?
"Okay, are you working today?" She grinned, biting her lower lip, and her cheeks flushed a bright pink.
"Yeah, I'm out doing a couple of jobs today; I'm just on my way to see Yori," he said. He didn't dive too deep into the details.
"Ok"
"I'll see you later. Have a nice sleep," he smirked.
"See you later," she said, hung up the call, and felt the giddiness inside her. She was definitely starting to loosen up around James and wasn't as nervous as she was the first time she met him.
"Thank you," Yori said kindly as James handed him the coffee he picked up from the small coffee shop on his way over here. James slumped down in the comfy chair opposite Yori's, folding his leg over his left knee. He was dressed in a dark suit of navey with a shirt underneath and tie, his long legs in tightly fitted pants, and his dress shoes shiniing like they had never been worn.
"So, how is everything?" Yori asked.
"Good; business is really good; the club is running well; I can't really complain," he shrugged. The business has been really good for him. His shipments were coming on time, and for once, Zemo wasn't being the sneaky little shithead he normally is.
"Oh, that's good, for once you're not just shrugging your shoulders and saying everything is fine when it isn't." Yori nodded, sipping his coffee. It was true. James didn't like to talk work when things didn't go his way. but recently everything was going well. Zemo wasn't being a little shit like he normally is; his shipments are on time, and his loans are being repaid. But it wouldn't last long until someone fucked up, and he'd have to deal with it.
It occurred to James that he hadn't told Yori about Mary. Things seemed to be getting more serious with her now, so he felt this was a good time to bring it up.
"Also, I met someone," he said casually, and Yori looked up, wide-eyed with surprise.
"Oh, let me guess, another model to work at your club that you can fuck whenever," he assumed, and James scoffed, shaking his head, but a smile appeared. Little shit.
"No, actually, she's a nurse; she actually comes here to look after your neighbours. I met her the day I spilled coffee down me; we bumped into each other that day, he explained, and Yori hummed.
"Not that horrible witch down the hall, is it?" he questioned, and James chuckled.
"I don't know; I'll have to ask. You know, it might be a good idea for her to come and check on you now and then." Before he could finish his sentence, Yori waved his hand, shaking his head with refusal.
"Absolutely not; I don't need someone coming to wipe my ass," he grumbled.
"She wouldn't be doing that; just checking your okay," James reassured.
"I can look after myself.".
"Yori, you had a bad fall; what if something happened and it was serious? You already hurt your arm," James argued. As much of a fighter as Yori was, he was old and frail, and sooner or later he could hurt himself badly if he didn't have someone check on him now and then, just to make sure he was taking his medication and eating okay.
"No," he said, acknowledging he wasn't going to have a babysitter, and James sighed.
"Just think about it," he said.
"Anyway, I'm seeing Mary tonight," and he couldn't wait. It was going to seem like such a long day before he could get his hands on her, and tonight he had a wild night planned for her that was going to make her even more exhausted than her night shifts this week.
"Do you like her?" Yori asked, and James fell silent.
Yes, he did. It was the first time he had liked a girl like this and didn't just think of her as a piece of meat to fuck and order around, not like the girls at Vanilla, especially not like Natalie. Mary was a kind, sweet flower that needed extra protection and love. But that didn't stop the urge to want to take her into his bedroom and have her call him Sir while he spanks, whips, sucks, and fucks her. But she was nowhere near that stage and perhaps wouldn't be for a long time.
"Yeah, I do," he smiles back.
"But does she know who you are?" The question hit hard, and James had been avoiding it since he met her. He was going to have to tell her at some point. The fake story of who he was and his job was going to have to be replaced with the real him. the notorious, frightening mafia king of New York and the dominant bastard he was.
"No, I haven't told her yet. I'm waiting for the right time," whenever that is. Perhaps he was just avoiding it completely, but he would have to face it someday.
James gave Yori a hug as he left, not before mentioning the possibility of Mary coming to check on him. He grumbled a reply, but James was going to ask her anyway, for his own peace of mind. Yori was a dear friend to him, and if anything happened to him, he'd be heartbroken.
It wasn't long before James was on his way to pick Mary up. He sped through traffic, overtaking when he could, so he didn't waste time in traffic. The more he'd see Mary, the calmer he would be. He instantly smiled when he saw her waiting for him outside her apartment block, her bag by her feet. She looked stunning, dressed in a flower skirt and a grey top with sneakers. He quickly jumped out of the car, fetching her bag and pressing a peck on her lips before leading her to the car.
The whole journey, he had his hand on her bare knee, the ring on his thumb cold compared to her warm skin. She was glowy and smelled divine. He couldn't wait to take her home.
"How was your sleep?" he asked on the way there.
"Good, I'm well rested now," she smiled, and James smirked. It wouldn't be long before she was going to be free.
"How was work?" she asked.
"Yeah, busy; I had a couple of meetings to attend, but I'm glad I could finish early," he smiled.
"I'll be glad when I finish these night shifts this week; they can be so exhausting, plus all the weridos come in at night.".
Jame's chuckled at that. He knew exactly what she meant. The crack heads of New York weren't unknown, and it wasn't uncommon for a drug overdoser to come into the ER every night.
"I can imagine.".
"They can be so creepy as well," she said, and possessiveness ran through James. The very thought of creeps drooling over his girl, trying to put their hands on her, made him want to slaughter every one of them.
They arrived at the mansion and James led Mary inside, his hand resting softly on her back. The fresh scent of eucalyptus hit her senses, and the mansion was sparkling clean.
"We'll have dinner first," James said, and Mary nodded, following him into the dining room.
"Yo Buck, the shipment of gu-" a man wondered into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks and mid-sentence as James shot him a look that Mary couldn't see. He was tall, much like James and Steve, darker in complexion, and wore a well-fitted suit of navey with a bright white shirt underneath. He had a wide smile as his eyes darted to Mary.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had company." He slightly wiggled his brows at James, who looked over his shoulder at Mary.
"Sam, this is Mary. Mary, this is Sam, who I was telling you about." Sam glided over to Mary, holding out his hand while he took a look at her. She was beautiful, and he could understand why James was infatuated with her.
"Nice to meet you," she said sweetly as they shook hands.
"So what was he saying about me?" Sam said it intridingly, and Mary softly giggled.
"Only that you work for him," she replied.
"Oh for him... hmmm, I didn't realise I was an employee," Sam joked as James plated up the dinner. James shook his head slightly, smirking.
"He likes to think he's the boss of us," Sam said as he padded over to the fridge for a beer.
"That's because I am," he replied. He was the head of the gang, but he respected his men more than anyone else in the world, so if anything were to happen to him, he wouldn't worry about them taking over.
Sam chugged down his beer, breathing deeply with an ah.
"So what do you think of Mr. Blue Eyes?" Sam chuckled as James shoved his head slightly, glaring at him at the use of his nicknames, and Mary couldn't help but chuckle.
"He's been nothing but a gentleman to me," she said honestly.
"Oh good, he's not normally this nice.".
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" James hinted with wide eyes, and Sam sighed, slamming the empty bottle on the counter.
"Alright, alright, I'll go; it was nice meeting you, Mary," Sam said.
"It was nice meeting you," she smiled.
"I'll let you know later," Sam whispered to James just as he left, and he nodded before placing two plates on the counter for him and Mary, swiftly sitting in the seat next to hers.
"Sorry about him.".
"It's alright, he's funny," she said, and James laughed.
"Yeah, don't believe everything he says about me." Mary wondered if he was being serious, but she passed it off with a laugh.
After dinner, he led Mary up to his room, carrying her bag for her. Dinner was delicious once again. Mary perched on the edge of the bed as James dropped her bag onto one of the chairs in the corner of the room.
"That dinner was amazing; thank you for cooking," she said sweetly, and James smiled.
"Your welcome; I like cooking for you," he said as he casually walked over to her.
"Don't you cook for Steve and Sam?" She asked as he stood in front of her, towering over her, his large hands coming up to cup her cheeks.
"Sometimes, we sort of take it in turns, but work can get so busy that I forget to eat sometimes." What he meant by that was that he was busy out collecting shipments or dealing with fuckers who don't pay him back because he didn't have time to eat. James's eyes ran down her body, taking in how gooey she looked. The skirt had drifted up higher, so her thighs were on show, and he felt a tingle in his cock. He wasn't sure he could wait any longer for her.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, the subtle taste of red wine still on his lips. He had a glass of expensive red, while she stuck to the fancy lemonade. James had to remind himself she didn't drink, as he kept wanting to offer her a glass but knew it wasn't her thing. It made her so innocent.
"I'm going to go get washed up, he whispered against her lips, and she nodded.
"Okay," she whispered, and he padded into the bathroom, turning on the tap to brush his teeth and wash his hands. The smell of garlic was lingering on them, and he needed to freshen up for tonight.
As he washed up, Mary's eyes flickered around his bedroom, in awe of how big it was, and she noticed there was another door. How she hadn't noticed it the first time she didn't know, but seeing as the one that was open was his bathroom, she wondered what that one led to.
"What's the other door for?" She said this as he came out of the bathroom. He looked over at it, suddenly tensing a little but relaxing quickly.
"Oh, it's just my cloest," he shurried, and she nodded. Of course it would be; what else would it be?.
James came over, smelling of rich colonge and minty breath, his hands soft from the moisturiser he had just applied. There was silence filling the room except for the scuff of his feet on the carpet as he came over to her, cupping her face in his hands once again and leaning down to kiss her. His lips pressed against her so softly yet so deeply and slowly. Mary softly moaned in his lips, her hands coming up to his neck as he pressed deeper into her mouth, opening it up so that their teeth clashed and tongues danced together. That's it; he couldn't wait any longer.
Chapter 19
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confessions (pt.5). rafe cameron
word count: 4.2k
warnings: swearing
requested: yup
plot: rafe won't leave you alone until you talk to him
a/n: i was gonna split this in two but then i thought fuck it... so prepare yourself this is a long one… but worth it 👀
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6
your bottom lip slipped out into a small pout as you walked away from the table you'd be serving and approached the bar, where your coworker nate wore a small smile.
"i need two seltzers and a small white wine for table six please, nathanial," you handed him the check you'd written out, turning away while he began making the drinks for your table.
you eyed up your section, running through each of your tables in your head to make sure everyone was sorted and you hadn't forgotten anything.
"when's your next day off?" nate asked, making conversation.
"sunday," you let out a soft sigh, leaning on the bar for a minute, propping your head up with your chin in the palm of your hand.
he hummed, "me too,"
"sucks," you huff and he raises his eyebrows in agreement. "i'm so tired i feel like i could sleep for a whole week."
"think of the money," he tried to reassure and all you could do was nod. he pushed the tray towards you with the drinks made, ready to be taken to their table. "ready to go, better get a smile on that pretty face of yours if you want good tips."
you plastered on your best fake smile, to which he chuckled softly, "attagirl."
you walked over to your table balancing the tray on your hand, when something caught your eye on the other side of the room. you glanced over quickly to see kelce and topper talking amongst themselves, all geared up to play a round of golf. you gulped, this seriously couldn't be happening again, you didn't have it in you to deal with either of them today or ever again.
they continued to talk, seemingly unaware of your presence so you dragged your eyes away, focusing on the customers in front of you as they gave you their orders. you couldn't help but sneak glances at the pair of kooks, anxious that they might start something with you again. and when you thought it couldn't get much worse, rafe approached the two of them, adjusting the golf glove on his hand as they began talking all three of them.
you wanted the universe to swallow you whole, disappear, vanish before any of them could see you but it was too late. the universe hated you.
rafe caught your eye. you quickly looked away, finishing writing down the customers orders, fidgeting with your pen as you did so. you politely thanked them and took their menus, not daring to look over at the three boys again.
you quickly shuffled back to the bar, head in hands, hiding your face as best you could but it was too late, he'd already seen you.
"i hate my life," you muttered under your breath.
"what's going on?" nate asked, intrigued he leaned closer to you.
"rafe cameron," was all you said.
"what about him?" his eyebrows knitted slightly.
"is he still standing over in the corner?" you asked, peering up through your hands at nate who was nosing discreetly at said-corner.
"no," he said quickly. you let out a brief sigh of relief. "he's walking over here."
your eyes widened, ready to scald nate for not leading with that but before you could say anything, rafe cameron was standing beside you.
"hey," you turned to face him, trying to disguise your obvious discomfort with a forced smile. "i didn't know you were working today."
"i picked up a last minute shift," you didn't know why you were explaining this to him, or why you were talking to him at all. you'd agreed to give yourself some space from him after the last time you'd seen him.
you'd been embarrassed for letting yourself get caught up in whatever rafe was doing. so what if he was nice to just you, so what if he looked really good in the morning (or all of the time), so what if he wanted to look out for you. these were all completely normal things and you had to get it out of your head that he had ulterior motives. it was clear the last time you'd spoken that he saw you as his sisters friend, someone he felt semi-obligated to look out for when the occasion arose.
he hummed, eyes trailing over to nate who stood a bit too closely looking between the two of you. rafe furrowed his brows for a second, giving him a once over before moving back to you. nate seemed to take the hint and take a few steps back, giving you guys some space.
"i, uh, just wanted to let you know i spoke to kelce," he reached up, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he said it. "so you don't have to worry about him anymore."
your eyebrows pulled together into a small frown, lips parting slightly before you gathered your thoughts and answered him. "i didn't ask you to do that."
he shrugged. "you didn't have to," your eyes looked up at his curiously. why would he do that? "didn't want you to feel uncomfortable having to come to work when he's here."
you opened your mouth, hesitating to speak. "oh," was all you could think of to say. "oh ok," you repeated, slightly baffled. he definitely didn't need to defend you to his friends. your mind was working overtime trying to figure out why he'd go out of his way to do this for his sisters friend?
"thanks—" you were cut short when nate cleared his throat, your eyes pulling away from rafe and over to the tray of drinks.
"table two need their drinks and eight need their order taking," he eyed up rafe for a second before turning to you, trying to figure out what kind of situation this was.
you nodded quickly, pulling yourself out of the bubble you often found yourself in when it came to rafe. you looked up at him with sympathetic eyes as you grabbed the tray of drinks.
"i'm sorry i really have to go—" he went to speak but you were already moving away from him. you were so lost in this situation, all you could think to do was avoid him and maybe this would all go away and everything would go back to normal. "enjoy your golf!"
at least that was what you had convinced yourself you wanted.
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you dragged your feet as you made your way across the parking lot, yawning as you tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ears, pulling at your hair to tighten it where it was tied out of your face. you rubbed your tired eyes and thought about how good it would feel when you could finally get off your feet and switch your brain off.
but alas, you had a feeling that wouldn't be happening anytime soon because leaning against the side of your dad's truck was rafe cameron. he watched you walk over towards him, eyes raking over you until you stood in front of him. he shot you half a smile, you folded your arms over your chest.
"hey," he spoke once you were close enough, smile lingering on his lips.
"rafe," you acknowledged his existence but you didn't want to talk right now. you'd done enough smiling and conversing at work for the past eight hours, you didn't have it in you to smile and be nice to another kook today. even if it was rafe.
you'd done your best to avoid him all day. you were convinced you'd actually lose your mind if you had to spend another second thinking about rafe and his motives. so when he sent you a wave when he got back from his round of golf, you pretended not to see it, and when he sat at the bar and ordered himself a drink afterwards, you busied yourself with clearing tables. you couldn't let yourself get sucked into something that wasn't real, you didn't have the time or energy for it.
"busy day?" you nodded, trying to reach around him for the door handle but he edged in front of it, blocking your way into the truck and wearing a cheeky half-grin while he was doing it. "yeah i figured that's why i didn't see much of you today."
you huffed, answering him, "yup."
it wasn't a lie because you had been busy working all day but you had also been busy ducking every time he walked passed the restaurant (which happened to be a lot— which meant a lot of ducking).
"right," he nodded, eyes squinted a little from the late afternoon sun. "so... how are you?"
you narrowed your eyes at him, "tired and ready to leave this place," still he didn't move. you sighed, wishing he would get to the point already so you could leave.
he hummed, staring at you for a moment, eyes flickering over your face, watching how you held his stare. he figured he'd get to the point. "you've been avoiding me."
"no, i haven't," he knew you were lying, but in order to get the nice, rosy, sweet image of rafe that had been developing in your head, out of your head, you had been doing just what he accused you of. "i've just been working."
he wasn't letting you off that easy, you weren't a good liar and rafe seemed to be able to tell when you weren't telling the whole truth. it was a little bit annoying to be honest.
"what'd i do?" the half-grin had slipped from his lips and was replaced with a sort of grimace as he questioned you.
"nothing," you said it a bit too fast.
"liar," he was just as quick.
"rafe," there you went saying his name like it was a burden. "c'mon, i'm tired."
he could tell by your tone of voice and the sour expression you wore on your face as you pleaded with him, that you'd had enough for one day. unfortunately, rafe couldn't let this one go, he hadn't been able to think about anything else all day. he'd had the worst game of golf he'd ever played in his life, all because of you.
"just tell me what i did and i'll leave," he bargained but you just let out an impatient whine.
"you didn't do anything wrong," it was the truth. "so how can i have been avoiding you?" that was a lie.
you had gotten slightly swept up in something that wasn't there. that wasn't necessarily his fault so you couldn't hold it against him, he was just being nice. even if it was completely out of character.
you could see his mind ticking over as he thought hard about all of it, his eyebrows softly knitted together. he shook his head, eyes narrowing in on you. "y/n— c'mon, just tell me the truth— i won't be offended."
"seriously, i'm not mad at you and i've not been avoiding you," you sighed, trying your hardest to sound convincing because you really wanted him to drop the subject. "except for right now this second because you're blocking my only way outta' here and i'm so tired, rafe," you couldn't help but stomp your foot a little as you whined that last part.
he looked you over for a second, hair kinda messy, your eyes heavy and your lip almost forming a pout. his eyebrows twitched into a frown. "what have they got you working so many hours for?" you breathed out a sigh, he was nothing if not persistent.
"i choose to work so many hours because i don't have my daddy's money to fall back on," you were maybe a little meaner than you needed to be, but you had warned him you were tired and cranky and it was nothing rafe hadn't heard before.
"ok— low ball but fair," he shrugged, letting you off but still not budging.
"get in the truck," you weren't going to shake him anytime soon so you said it quickly before you could change your mind.
"this truck?" he glanced briefly over his shoulder, pointing at the beaten up truck he'd been leaning up against for god knows how long. "your truck?"
"if you're gonna be like this then just come with me," you motioned towards the car, urging him to make a decision quickly.
"will you tell me why you're mad at me if you do?" he tried one last time.
"no," you rolled your eyes. "because i'm not."
he huffed. "alright, fine."
—
"you're not going home?" he questioned, finally breaking the silence when you took a different turning, pulling up in a small clearing leading to the water. he figured with you being so tired that the first thing you'd wanna do is go home and crash.
"no," you answered as you put the car in park. "my dad's working and i don't— i wanted to come here instead."
he looked over at you sceptically but before he could say anything, you were climbing out the truck and heading down to the water. he huffed, following after you with a jog to catch up.
"i didn't know this place was here," he said, slightly out of breath because you walk surprisingly fast. now he'd caught up with you, he found you sat by the water, looking out to where the sun had started to set.
"most people don't," you mumbled. he sat beside you. "they usually drive right by."
he hummed, glancing at you out the corner of his eyes while you were watching the water. you looked so pretty with the warm, golden sun trickling down your features, he couldn't bring himself to look away.
"stop staring," you muttered, glancing at him for only a second, catching him before he pulled his eyes away. he cleared his throat.
"why'd you bring me here?" he spoke after a few minutes sat in silence. he couldn't help himself, he was bursting with so many questions and you wouldn't answer any of them.
"i don't wanna talk, rafe," you mumbled after he broke the silence. he turned to face you, one leg tucked under the other, his eyes trailing over your side profile. you sat with your leg's tucked up to your chest, your chin rested atop your knees.
"to me? or just in general?" he quizzed, his head tilted to the side as he did.
"both," you huffed, you didn't have the energy to beat around the bush.
he let out a low whistle, "wow ok," his voice a little bit quieter than it had been. "you still don't wanna' tell me what i did?"
you didn't say anything, sitting in your own silence, eyes on the somewhat still water in front of you.
"giving me the silent treatment, huh?" he continued.
your eyes rolled as you glanced at him out the corner of your eye, you were tired of his joking. you really didn't want to talk, you'd only brought him with you because he wouldn't leave you alone.
"can you give me a clue at least?" your head sunk, tucking your face between your knees to hide from him.
"ok, so you're serious about the no talking thing, huh?" he let out a huff, eyes rolling slightly. "i can't apologise if i don't know what i did."
"i don't want you to apologise, i want you to shut up," you mumbled from between your legs.
"she talks!"
"rafe," you groaned, tucking your head further down. you didn't want to have this conversation when you already knew how he would react. you knew he saw you as his little sisters friend, and nothing more, so there was no use dragging this out and kidding yourself into thinking it was something else. you just had to get your head down and suppress any feeling that might have arisen in the past couple weeks until they went away all together.
"c'mon," he reached out, hand gripping your shoulder and giving it a squeeze, trying to pull you out of your shell.
you wanted to push him away but you didn't, instead you lifted your head and turned to look at him with your cheek resting on your knee. you wore a soft frown on your face, one that did something to rafe's insides when he saw it.
he leaned down to look at you, his eyes level with yours, "talk to me."
you humph, straightening yourself out, his hand slipping from your shoulder, "you are relentless."
"that's not the first time i've been told that," his lips curved into a small smile, almost like he was proud of it.
"this is why i don't want to talk to you," your frown deepens and his smile slips. his eyes are watching you carefully, watching your expression change trying to figure you out.
"i—uh—" he lets out a chaste laugh, eyebrows pulling together slightly. "i don't understand."
"you say things like that all the time and i don't know what you mean," you looked visibly frustrated, rafe had no idea you had been holding onto everything he'd been saying. and rafe talked a lot.
"y/n—"
"no, you wanted me to talk so i'm talking," you snapped and he quickly shut his mouth. "you haven't left me alone since that night at the bonfire," his eyes flickered between yours, his lips parted as he hung on your every word. "you're like a completely different fucking person— i seriously don't know what's gotten into you. and i can't tell if you really mean everything you're doing and saying or if you're just messing with me—"
"y/n," rafe tries to stop you, he held his hands out, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
you shushed him before continuing.
"either way, i can't stop thinking about you," your words hung in the silence that was suddenly created between the two of you. rafe is looking at you intently, you're looking at him with slight panic. "and all of it's really fucking with my head because you're you and i don't even know what you want from me."
your breathing grew heavy after talking nonstop with very few breaks. he's still just looking at you and you can't figure out what he's thinking but what's new. you continue. "so i really don't want to talk to you at all because i'm trying really hard to stop thinking about you... in that way."
rafe's a little bamboozled, and he looks it. he hadn't been expecting you to unload all of that, he especially hadn't been expecting you to admit that you'd been thinking about him. he's quiet for a few seconds, thinking hard on that.
"wait—" he finally speaks, his eyebrows unknitting slightly to release the frown from his face. "so you're mad because you like me?"
"i never said like," you frown before clarifying, "i'm mad at you for doing this to me when i was minding my own business," something about this boy made you so defensive. maybe because you still didn't know where he stood.
"i didn't know," he tried to think of the right thing to say. he quickly reached out and grabbed your forearm when he saw you pull back. "wait—"
"rafe— you don't have to—"
"i wasn't trying to fuck with your head," he said quickly before you can get up to leave, he's gripping you as tight as he can without hurting you. "i genuinely was just trying to help that night of the bonfire, i've known you as long as you and sarah have been friends... i didn't want you getting yourself hurt."
you have this sinking feeling in your chest, he'd confirmed what you had been thinking. he sees you as just a friend— or his sisters friend. "ok— i get it—"
"will you actually shut up for once and let me finish?" your mouth hangs open slightly from where he'd cut you off but you do as he says.
"i couldn't stop myself after the bonfire—" his jaw tightened as his grip on your forearm loosened, realising you're not going anywhere right now. your eyes watched his every move carefully. "you're—you make this face when you're mad—you're usually mad at me but it still— it literally drives me insane."
you can't read his expression. his jaw is prominent, his tongue slips out to wet his lips, his eyes not moving an inch from yours. you would feel intimidated if his eyes weren't so soft.
"insane in a good way?" your eyebrows unknitted as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. you didn't feel so angry anymore, you just needed him to clarify what your busy mind was thinking for once.
"insane like it's all i can think about and sometimes i deliberately piss you off just so you'll make that face."
you have to take a beat before you can form a response, "yeah, that is kind of insane," you let out a deep breath, thinking about what rafe cameron had just admitted to you. it amazed you that he was able to actually use his words for once.
he huffed, running his hand over his face. "yeah, well it's your fault that i'm losing my mind," he looks out onto the water, for a second not able to meet your warm eyes that he knew were waiting for him. "i didn't want anything from you... just really wanted you," he scrunched up his nose as he said it aloud, cringing.
you couldn't help a small smile creeping onto your lips, half amusement and half amazement. this was a different rafe cameron to the one everyone knew, and to who you knew a few weeks ago.
"you want me?" you'd never had a boy tell you he wanted you before, never mind literal kook royalty. a professed pogue-hater, wanted you.
"was that speech not obvious enough for you?" he turned his head only slightly towards you, a little embarrassed as he glanced out the corner of his eye at you. he managed to catch the small smile on your face though, and the way your eyes had softened. "or me literally following you around for the past two weeks."
"no," you said honestly because you hadn't thought any of it was obvious that he liked you as more than a friend. "i'm just still getting used you being a normal, living, breathing human being with wants and feelings"
he rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face as he finally turned to face you properly again. "you're so funny," you made a face at him, scrunching up your nose with a teasing smile. rafe squints his eyes at you, thinking back to everything you'd said before— because you'd said a lot in a short space of time.
"yeah, well, i'm not always annoyed," you clarified. "you just happen to be a very annoying person," you teased. "who is annoyingly very attractive."
rafe liked this new facet of your relationship, now things were out in the open he felt like he didn't have to bite his tongue so much. and you felt a bit more relaxed around him.
"don't let that go to your head," you said quickly before he could beat you to it. his lips curled into a lopsided grin, glancing away from you for a second.
"i said nothing," he defended himself, holding up his hands.
"yeah, well, your face speaks for you," he narrowed his eyes at you and you let out a laugh. his eyes trailed over you before shaking his head, still wearing that half a smile.
he snorted, "no wonder i had no idea you liked me," he watched you listening to his every word. you didn't correct him this time because you both knew now how the other felt. "you're mean, but at least i tried to be nice to you."
you hum, your smile slipping ever so slightly as you teased back, "you bring out the worst in me, what can i say," you mull over what you're thinking and whether you should say it aloud. you'd gotten this far by being honest, so why stop now. "and i still feel a bit defensive."
rafe bit down on the inside of his cheek, his eyes flickering between yours. it didn't sit right with him, what you said, but he can't blame you either.
"ok, well, we can work on that," he hums quietly. he notices the way the look your giving him softens and you almost seem to visibly relax with his words.
"you were right when you said i didn't know you." you eye him up. "i thought i did but... i don't know. maybe i was too quick to judge you."
"yeah?" he spoke quietly, hopefully.
"you've given me no reason to doubt you yet," you eye him up sceptically. "please don't give me a reason," you say the last part much quieter, feeling much more vulnerable now than you had ever done with rafe.
rafe was getting to see different sides of you and he didn't want it to stop.
"i don't plan to."
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
How's your summer? (re-edited)
So this one is old to me but might be new to y'all! I gave it a refluff!
(I had my IUD procedure this week and I'm just too tired. But here's a 9k story)
Fandom: The Office-US
Ship: Ryan Howard/Jim Halpert
Rating:🔞 Explicit 🔞
Tags: sex dreams, The Weight Loss: Part 2-Altered Canon, bottom Ryan, slut Ryan, top Jim, rough sex, choking, bisexual Ryan, bicurious Jim, public sex, blow jobs, club sex
Preview:
"You gonna cum for me slut?"
Ryan nods weakly, his head falling back and off the desk as he surrenders and lets Jim use his body. That was enough to send Jim over the edge, he snaps his hips roughly until he's filling Ryan’s ass with a groan.
“M-More,” Ryan begs when he can finally get his mouth to make the words.
Jim raises a sweat-drenched eyebrow. More? They had been fucking for well over an hour. Even he was starting to get sore.
“You sure? Aren't you-”
“Fuck me Jim, or I’ll find someone else. It’s not like there’s any shortage of people here.”
And that statement has Jim’s head whipping up, catching eyes with Michael Scott, who
A. Wasn't there a second ago...
B. Was very much naked, and
C. Was looking far too eager for his turn with Ryan...
What in the-
“Stop hogging Ryan, Jim!”
The high-pitched whine of Kelly Kapoor's voice came from the same direction. Jim's mouth drys. When did she get-
"Yeah, Jim.”
Jim's eyes blow wide but refuse to look back in the direction of the indigent tone. He’d know it anywhere, and he’s already had the misfortune of seeing Michael naked, there was no WAY in Hell he was turning to see what Dwight-
Jim jerks awake with a startled gasp, blinking away the remnants of the dream faster than his subconscious wanted, and realizing thankfully, (unfortunately?), it was just a dream. He may have still been at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, but he was clothed, and not fucking one temp/boss/ex-boss/fraud/receptionist Ryan Howard over his girlfriend’s desk.
God, there was so much to unpack in that one thought it was enough to make him want to pass back out on his desk.
A quiet chuckle to his right has him straightening up suddenly. It probably has something to do with the person it belongs to.
“Day hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asleep at your desk?” Ryan tisks, “Not very professional Halpert.” He sets down a purple Support Local Arts mug on the reception counter, Pam’s mug, before turning on the overhead lights.
Jim winces at the harshness of the fluorescent bulbs before glaring harshly at Ryan.
“You do remember you’re not my boss anymore right? Makes your opinion kinda obsolete, Fire-d guy.”
The nickname is lame, admittedly, but he knows how it gets under Ryan’s skin.
Something dangerous flashes in Ryan’s eyes, his smile turns coy.
“Ouch, not really a morning person, are ya Jim? I bet Pam likes it though, right?”
Jim’s neck flushes pink and his dick twitches traitorously in his pants. He clenches his fist until his nails bite into his hand.
It's 6:32 am. Jim has been here since 5. Ryan has been here exactly two minutes and he’s already exceeded Jim’s tolerance for bullshit.
Jim lets his clenched hand fall against the desk with a slap before standing abruptly. Ryan sits in response. Jim’s eyebrows raise curiously. It was too early to try and unpack what that was, and he really needs to get his thoughts off his dream if he had a prayer of surviving work today. He swallows down the final dregs of his coffee just for an excuse to leave the room.
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SERIES || My destiny
Chapter 8: lie
pairing : taehyung x f.reader
genre : angst?, fluff?
warnings : none I guess, maybe jimin just teasing his best friend, frustrated!yoongi
words count : 1.5k
A/N : hello, boring chapter here, sorry. I was a bit tired but I wanted to continue a bit. Hopefully the next chapters will be interesting. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. - have a nice sunday guys love y’all - sunny
FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED
SERIES MASTERLIST
Weeks had passed and your morning sickness was long forgotten.
It happened that sometimes you felt a bit dizzy but nothing too serious. The doctor reassured you saying it was totally normal.
You were in your first trimester, about 10-11 weeks already. It's been around three months since you're pregnant.
Time was going so fast to you. Your little belly started really showing up, anxiety making its presence about what people could think of you.
Yoongi and you went shopping these last two weeks, to buy more oversized clothes to cover your body a bit more.
"in a month and a half my exams start." you reminded Yoongi.
"I know but don't worry too much about it. Everything's gonna be fine." he took your hand gently in his.
[ YOONGI’S OFFICE ]
"yoongi." someone called from the other side of the office’s door.
"go away." your brother groaned irritated.
The doors swam open abruptly, revealing a quiet Jimin making Yoongi frowned.
The usually smiling boy glanced quickly over at your sleeping figure on the couch, a thin blanket covering you.
"we need to talk." he approached Yoongi.
"sit. talk. and go work. But if you're gonna talk about what you did this weekend just get out, I don't have time for that." he said firmly.
He put his pen down on his desk waiting for Jimin to speak.
"It's about y/n." he muttered.
"ok listen." Yoongi started softly.
"you know, I really appreciate you Jimin. You’re my friend, literally a brother to me. And she also really appreciates you, but I don't think she feels the same way-"
"what the heck are you talking about bro? It's not that. she's like a sister for me. I, personally, don't feel something like that for her, don't worry about that."
"oh sorry, go on then." he gestured for him to continue.
"what's with her these days? She's different." Jimin trailed out feeling sad.
"She's kinda distant with us. She only stays with you. it's like she's avoiding us. Did we do something? Did I do something? I kinda, you know, I miss her. She's my friend and I'm worried." Jimin sighed deeply.
"oh, hm, well she's just really stressed these days. Her exams are coming soon so yea, she's busy too. Sometimes I help her learn, that's why she's always with me and she ends up sleeping there, like you can see, because of how tired she is."
Jimin stared at his friend, not trusting his words.
He knew something was off, but what?
And why his friend had to lie? It's definitely important and he has to find out. He wanted to be there for them if they needed.
He hummed standing up from his seat as he walked to the doors without a words making Yoongi throw his head back in frustration.
"fuck it."
[ 2 hours later ]
"wake up woman, it's time to go home."
Yoongi lightly shook your tired body making you groaned. You opened your eyes, seeing your brother with his bag ready to leave.
"did I sleep that much?" you sighed as you stretch your sore muscles.
"yea you lazy potato." Yoongi said poking your cheek before helping you standing up from the couch and collect your belongings.
You were walking to the elevator alone when you bumped with someone.
"oh I'm sorry! are you ok? oh y/n? are you alone?" the tall man looked down at your tired form.
"it's ok, it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going, and no I'm waiting for Yoongi, he forgot something in his office." you talked playing with your fingers.
Taehyung noticed your nervousness as he put his hand on your shoulder gently.
"don't be nervous around me please." he said softly making you look up at him, your cheeks warming up.
"I’m-"
"y/n, I'm here." you saw your brother approaching you.
"oh Tae you're still here?"
"yes I just finished, I'm heading home." he pressed the button to open the elevator's doors, gesturing you and his friend to enter first.
"y/n, you seem exhausted do you want some water to freshen up? I have a bottle of water in my bag." the gentleman offered but you shook your head smiling shyly.
"it's ok t-thank you, I'm not really thirsty, I'm just sleepy. But thank you again." Taehyung smiled before nodding.
You cursed yourself for stuttering.
Yoongi observed you, why do you seemed .. embarrassed?
no, not embarrassed. nervous? shy?
He couldn't point a finger on it but your behavior seemed different from earlier. He let it slid as he yawned loudly startling you and Taehyung.
"Be careful on your way home guys." Taehyung waved as he walked to his car.
"You too." Yoongi said putting his arm around your shoulder guiding you to his car.
[ TAEHYUNG'S HOUSE ]
Jimin sipped on his cold beer before talking.
"man, this dude is so annoying. he literally sent me a novel. If only I didn't open his e-mail. now I've to read it before friday." the boy complained to his best friend whom was lost in his thoughts.
Like usual, Jimin would come over at Taehyung’s for no specific and valid reasons. Most of the time, he came to complain about his life or either spend time drinking with Taehyung to "relax".
"and this morning this jerk stole my coffee, I just want to break his fingers one by one." Jimin put his beer on the coffee table exasperated as he let his head rest on the back of the couch.
"Taehyung are you listening to me?"
Jimin looked over at his friend looking into the void.
"ah yea yea sorry."
"what are you thinking about?" his best friend crossed his legs staring at him.
"no one." he looked at Jimin's empty can.
"so you're thinking about someone-"
"your can is empty, I'm gonna take more from the fridge quickly." the man stood up abruptly walking to his kitchen.
Giving the beer to his short friend, the tall man let his body dropped on his sofa.
"you think I forgot you huh? so tell me who you were thinking about!" Jimin insisted excited.
"argh, Jimin i was just thinking about work."
"nah man you said "no one", so you were definitely thinking about someone!"
"my father."
"so you're telling me you're blushing while thinking of your dad." Jimin said playfully making his friend sighed heavily.
"sooooo???" he leaned toward Taehyung.
"no one." he groaned.
"It's y/n, isn't it?"
Jimin smirked at the heavy silence, his friend's cheeks turning a deep red as his grip on the beer's can tightened.
"I was so fucking sure!" Jimin laughed loudly.
"you love her, don't you?" he smiled widely at his flustered friend.
"stop saying non-sense J-"
"non-sense my ass! I've seen the way you look at her. The day you met for the first time you were literally drooling on the table. And when you dropped your water on me, it's because she looked at you hmm?" Jimin bit his lips trying to maintain his excitement.
Taehyung huffed as he threw a pillow at the overexcited boy.
"aw my best friend is in love!" Jimin sang happily.
"yah stop! In love .. is way too much." Taehyung gulped his drink frustrated.
"maybe, I say maybe... I find her pretty cute."
"anddddddd??" Jimin smiled widely.
"She's just .. interesting. I admire her. That's it." he finally admitted putting the empty can on the floor.
Jimin sat closer to him and pat his shoulder.
"she's someone really nice, so I understand why you fell for her." he said softly.
"you'd look good together not gonna lie." Taehyung slapped his hand away.
"shut up."
They continued eating their noodles until Jimin spoke again.
"what are you gonna do?"
"nothing."
"why?"
"yoongi." he continued, munching his food.
"what about him? He's not gonna be the one cuddling you." Jimin teased wiggling his eyebrows.
"Jimin I'm warning you!"
"you scared of him? You shouldn't, he'll understand."
"but it's not only that. It's her. what if she doesn't feel the same?" Taehyung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously.
"let's find out then." Jimin laid down on the couch comfortably grabbing the remote to turn the tv on.
"what do you mean?"
"let's finish the drama we started, shall we?"
[ MIN'S RESIDENCE ]
"Yoongi, are you ok?" you asked worried as you approached the tired man.
"yes, I’m fine don’t worry." he forced a smile.
You handed him a glass of water as you sat next to him. He thanked you, gulping the cold liquid.
"you can’t lie." you mumbled making Yoongi scoff.
"tell me what happened, please. If you don’t want me to worry about you." you pursed your lips expectantly making your brother groan.
"gosh you’re stubborn huh." he let a breathy laugh escaped from his mouth.
"got it from you dear brother." you grinned.
"Jimin came earlier in my office when you were sleeping and he asked about you." he started making you furrow your eyebrows getting curious.
"what did he asked?"
"he was wondering why you’re so distant with them. he’s thinking he probably did something but I denied and told him you were just tired and stressed because of your exams." Yoongi sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he rest his head back.
"do you think he believed you?" he bit on your lip feeling unsure about all that.
"Yea I think he did." he shrugged.
"you bad at lying so I’m kinda worried now. What if he discover what’s going on?" you gulped.
"hey no. don’t worry. we will find a way to avoid that hm." he took your hand in his gently reassuring you.
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A/N : sorry i know this part seemed boring. I’ll try to write something better for the next part. Love y’all .
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I was so horny after my flight I let a guy face fuck me in the handicap bathroom and made him cum in my panties
Hi !
So it was a Sunday work travel day… again :(. Long flight, landing late... ruins my Sunday. BLEH!
I'm sitting in the lounge catching up on Tumblr and already starting to get really horny. There's something about sitting around in public reading hot stories that particularly turns me on.
I decide that I don't care what he looks like, I'm going to throw myself at the guy next to me on the plane and give him a blowjob after we land.
I board the plane... sitting waiting to see who the lucky guy is... and… a woman walks up and asks to get to her seat. Ughhhhhhh. This is literally the first time in probably 15 flights I've not been seated next to a man. Older woman on the other side of the aisle. Game over.
Flight gets off on time - I continue reading and texting, getting progressively hornier as the flight continues.
We landed... it was late, I was tired, but I was still craving dick. So I decided to head to the bar where I picked up the guys last week - it was quieter tonight... not surprising given it was late on a Sunday night. But there were a few people - I saw table of two guys sitting drinking, and made a beeline to them.
I was tired and didn't have time for flirting... so just went super direct approach.
"Hi guys. I have a random question - do either of you want a blowjob?"
Unsurprisingly they looked shocked. But quickly recovered. One guy said he had a girlfriend (I respect his fidelity), but the other said yes.
So no-GF guy and I headed to the bathrooms, and went into the handicap bathroom and locked the door. I unbuckled his pants and dropped around his ankles. He was already pretty hard, and I licked his dick from end to end, before wrapping my lips around it giving him a sloppy blowjob.
His hands are hovering around. I stopped, and said to him "If you want me to take you deeper, don't hold back... I like it rough" and smiled at him and winked, putting his dick back in my mouth. He took the direction immediately - found some inner animalistic sense within himself, and put his hands around my head, and pulled me in and thrust his hips forward pushing his dick down my throat. I struggled not to choke! He pumped his hips and hands in rhythm, continued to aggressively face fuck me... my eyes were welling up and tears running down my face, my nose clogging up, drool everywhere.
Soon enough he said he wanted to cum. I had a different plan tonight - quickly stood up, pulled down the front of my yoga pants and panties and jerked his cock pointed at my crotch. Moments later, he came, unloading into my underwear. It was a pretty big load, thick and white, which contrasted well with my pink panties and black leggings.
I pulled them up and felt the cum squoosh out the side of my legs. It quickly wetted the material, becoming shiny in the light. I squatted back down and cleaned up the last of the cum from his dick with my mouth.
I told him that I’d had fun and quickly disappeared out of the bathroom, leaving him frantically pulling up his pants as I go out through the door.
I head to the hotel to check in, feeling the warm cum rubbing between my legs. The guy working behind the desk checking me in asked me if I was alright - my face was a mess with makeup having run down my cheeks. If tried to clean up a bit in the car, but still looked like I’d been bawling my eyes out!
I slept in the panties last night - took a shower this morning, but put the same pair on again this morning to work. Getting wet sitting in meetings this morning thinking about the cum still on the underwear under my skirt.
(Story not of my own)
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119. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” 123. “fuck you.” - “when?” For Eddie Brock if possible thank you ♥️♥️♥️
Eddie Brock was the worst.
You worked together and the competition and teasing was never ending.
While you couldn't stand him, you were also freakishly attracted to him. One day in the office, you and him were sharing information on a case.
"Just give me the phone, by the time you read out the full quote I'll be half dead." Eddie complained, reaching out for your phone. You rolled your eyes and handed him your phone, leaning against his desk and tapping your foot impatiently. After a few minutes Eddie began talking in a high pitched voice.
"Brock is just so infuriating! But god is he fucking sexy, I want him to bend me over and fuck me six ways to Sunday!" Eddie exclaimed. You furrowed your brows.
"That definitely isn't the quote- fuck! Give me my phone!" You gasped, jumping to action and reaching out for your phone that Eddie was holding above his head and out of your reach.
"I just know his thick lips could get me to cum in seconds-" You punched him in the gut as hard as you could, causing him to grunt and drop the phone. You snatched it off the floor and put it in your pocket.
"Those texts were private asshole!" You growled, face flushed. He held his stomach and laughed while grimacing.
"I accidentally clicked on your friends response and saw the texts! genuine accident! Let me apologize." He spoke, smirking still.
"Fine." You grumbled, hoping the ground would swallow you whole.
"I'm sorry, but quick question, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" Eddie teased, relishing in this moment. You huffed.
"Fuck you."
"When?" He responded, his smug smile infuriating you even more than possible. Before you could respond your coworker Jack walked by the cubicle, stopping when he heard the conversation. He and Eddie were pretty good friends.
"Brock, you're my man, but seriously? You have no right to tease her, remember in the staff meeting last week when you texted me and told me you were rock hard because her top three buttons were undone? You want her just as bad man." Jack spoke, tired of the cat and mouse game you played with each other.
"Ha! That's why you stayed behind when the meeting was over? Oh baby boy, it seems like you think about me when you touch yourself!" You exclaimed a bit too loud.
"Oh absolutely." Jack confirmed. Eddie's eyes widened. "Now it's time for you guys to do something about it." Jack finished, walking away leaving the pair in an awkward silence. Eddie spoke eventually,
"Storage closet in fifteen?"
"Make it ten."
#eddie brock x you#eddie x reader#eddie brock#venom#tom hardy#tom hardy x reader#reader insert#tom hardy x you#fic#fluff#request#kamsdrabblechallenge
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Ugh, the saga of the tooth continues, at least hopefully for the better after getting a lot worse again on Monday. Also, sorry to the folks I haven't responded to, this situation has really worn me out, and I didn't have many spoons to begin with. (More under the cut, nothing really descriptive about dental work, but just to be on the safe side. Also, I have a wee rant about how frustrating and draining this has been.)
So I had the root canal on the 1st (a week ago) and by Saturday felt a lot better, there was hardly any pain. It was a smidge worse on Sunday, then Monday it hurt so fucking much when I woke up. I went into see the dentist about it yesterday, and she said it's probably because it was the first tooth that had contact when I bit down. Apparently the little ligament that holds the tooth in place swells after a lot of work, which pushes the tooth up or down (depending on which jaw it's in). She ground down the bridge on that tooth just enough that it doesn't hit the bottom teeth with a normal bite and told me it should feel better soon. Sure enough today there's a lot less pain. (Gods I hope that was the problem, because the dentist said otherwise the tooth had a fourth root she didn't find and she's going to have to go back in there to find it. I don't relish that thought.)
I'm just so, so tired. It's been over two weeks since it really started hurting, and I want to sleep for a week. Also my brain has been absolute mush because of the pain, which is super annoying. Especially because there's something I've been meaning to do for a friend, but haven't been up to it. And I wanted to start a little writing challenge for myself this month, but I can't write for the life of me. *sigh* It will pass.
#at this point I won't consider the ordeal over until after I'm all healed after the permanent filling is put in to fix the bridge#no dental work is fun but I have to say this has been one of the shittier experiences I've had#though I really like this dentist - she's very nice and efficient#I've had some bad experiences with dentists so I'll for sure be going back to see her
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update
after i broke down school (the day of the deadline) because of how anxious i was about this whole ordeal - my best friend immediately tried to figure a way around the issue and told me he'll try to coax the teacher into listening to him which was so daring because that teacher is very true to her words and she had really high standards for all of us
it was so hard to talk that day. my head hung so low and i couldn't even hear the lessons because of how mentally distraught i was that day - i had to use my notebook to talk to him because if i talked, i know my sobs and hiccups will be heard and i hate attracting attention. he immediately noticed how distant i acted and it i quickly clicked back to the comic i made back then and. idk. I'm just surprised how accurate that was. i dunno. self projection works ig
either way. at the end of the day - my teacher acknowledged the concern and extended it up to sunday this week
i'm happy but i'm still really. not happy. happy because im given one more chance to work on it but unhappy because - i feel that this could've been worked out much better. or better yet. not a fucking animation
and. im also pissed. really pissed
the trailer wasn't mandatory.
the trailer wasn't mandatory.
i could've been. working on the story a week before if it werent for the fucking trailer
but. i cant even be too mad about it because at at least the trailer gave me insight on how i feel about animation?
well for one. im not taking the multimedia art course anymore in college. eye opening moment for me
and two - thanks to many people telling me this; you don't have to make it high effort just to please everyone. its okay to dumb it down because an artist's eyes isnt the same as a normal one. another eye opening moment to me
and i guess the trailer was only good for getting everyone to buy our movie tickets. idk
but. the trailer wasnt mandatory. i just learned that and i was really upset.
again. should i be mad or not? I don't know but it just happens. its a double edged sword
another thing that really made me angry was how everyone thinks this is going to be a walk in the park for me. its not. it's not. "she'll do okay because she can draw" "we're going to win some awards thanks to her" god i wish i never heard those i don't even know the first thing about animation im just really lucky to have nicole help me as she's a genuine aspiring animator.
either way im just so ready to forget all of this when im done. i don't want to share this project to friends because i'm more or less traumatized mentally and physically about this and I don't want to recall it again and i'm dead serious about it.
it also doesnt help that i keep getting called a slacker at home for not doing the animation. if only you understand what im feeling. did you not take the hint when i slept early twice? yeah. yeah maybe you should get it next time. just got told that while i was typing this . hahhah
i've lost my energy to be happy and even to selfship (but with one exception i guess) because the last 2 days i just find myself crying to sleep over how angry i am and it sucks because i cant catch up to what my friends are doing and I don't want to be the lump of coal that opposes their energy everytime i come to them which is why i'm just here to rot and complain about it. i know they're willing to be there to help me destress. i know they're worried about me. but i have to consider the external factors (which is. being accused of being a slacker when im in need of comfort from my friends). if i was the only person in the house then i would've done it in a heartbeat
i don't sound the same right now and it all culminates to this. it's almost a month and this is eating me alive consistently to no end. i get bursts of joy here and there but it doesn't outweigh how tired i am
but thankfully i'm given another chance to work on it so.
now im just praying i can make it. im praying
and leave this fucking school soon
#i got home from school for our graduation pictorials#supposed to finish at 2#finished at 5#so much time wasted again#sorry I don't have much good things to say
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how do you keep up with all these articles and websites? With twitter being down the shitter, and tumblr recycling month old posts, i havent been able to find a good central news source. I figured I could use RSS feeds, but these sites post SOOOO frequently that I find it overwhelming. any advice?
it's an eclectic process. I watch some TV news which gives me a heads up on things happening. So does dreamwidth and tumblr and friends with different areas of interests that will let me know about things happening in the areas they watch or in their countries. I also watch a couple of other progressive aggregators with sort of Venn diagram interest areas with mine. So some stuff over laps with things I already read, but there are more things I wouldn't have spotted on my own that are important and/or interesting. I also have a bunch of searches I do for longer running things, and things I'll do a random periodic search on to check in with ongoing situations that mostly fell out of the English language news cycle.
I started out doing history articles and archeology news, that sort of thing. Then there was a little commentary. Then Us politics went completely berserk and I ran out of time to properly read and post breaking news, let alone the things i still care about but are so much less world on fire. I try to squeeze some in at the edges never theless.
It helps that I read stupid fast with a high comprehension rate. also, I'm disabled and don't work, so I have time other people don't have, even working at whatever pace my body is up for that day. I can just go lie down if need to. I don't have to force myself to type much if my arm is completely fucked that day. Most people have a whole lot of time sucked into working and commuting. Most aggregators are working to some sort of schedule if only self imposed.
A lot of why my out put rate is so uneven from day to day is some days I am too busy or ill. Some days I do a ton of reading and prepping, but am too ill or tired or in pain and can't post much of it. The massive output Sunday evening was an example of the opposite thing, where I hadn't time to read, but I had a ton of links read and preorganized, so I could toss them onto the dreamwith scaffold and post them very fast at the same time on Tumblr, so I gnawed through some of my backlog pile.
(I post a sorted aggregate on dreamwidth once or twice a week at https://gwydion.dreamwidth.org/. Tumblr they mostly go up in batches).
I am doing this on the most basic level out of love. I love learning stuff, hence my origins over on livejournal before the Russians got it, sharing links to articles about cool things people dug up. I grew up in a political family. I've been watching politics since the Ford/Carter debates. I do care about the world. I want things to be better. I can't march. I can signal boost, and write, and share links, and call politicians to complain about stuff. It means a lot to me when people I don't know look at what I do and it helps them in some way.
I would be reading news regardless. I learned at the age of eight that when confronted with horrors, that for me personally, I do best if I study the enemy. This allowed me to work out how best to resist and survive. all these decades later, my survival strategy dishes up news links organized in anxiety friendly ways on dreamwidth, and in the more chaotic but blacklistable form here on tumblr. I'm anal retentive about news tagging to help the people who aren't here for that or who aren't up to staring directly into the void with me and drinking from the news fire hose. I never even expect my closest friends to read all my output, because my volume is rather excessive.
Don't feel bad if you aren't up to it, some days or weeks or months. My adaptation is wildly atypical and for most people this would be unhealthy.
If the news is too much, it's okay to take a mental health break. I do ask that you vote, because we need everyone, regardless of country to save the world. The news will still be there when you are up to it
Any aggregate has a bias, both selection, and the other kind. there are things i don't cover because I don't know they are happening or because there isn't time. There are a whole lot of other things that I don't or barely cover because they aren't good for me. it is so much harder to see absence than presence.
My best advice to you, is to find someone like me who gets a lot of the things you are interested in so you can at least skim headlines. More than one is better, but if you get stressed out by the output keep it simple. Find some news sites you trust or if you have a good local paper get a subscription. (I used to read the paper everyday, but my local paper is extra bad, so I'm all online now). Read articles on things that interest you. If you are up to it do some searches on topics important to you.
Whatever you do, never read or watch one news source exclusively. Every source has biases. If all that history training has taught me anything, it's that.
Remember that no one can read everything and that's okay.
I have no idea if this helps. I just stopped to read your note before bed, so I'm a bit rambly.
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My ADD Medication Journey - Mar 15, 16 & 17, 2024
Oops... got distracted by other things (visiting the parents over the weekend). Forgot to make an entry here.
Friday, March 15th
Slept a little better then the previous night. I'd guess I managed somewhere between 4 and 6 hours. Not quite enough for my liking but it was sufficient to get me through the day.
I had taken a sleep aid--some over the counter antihistamines repackaged and rebranded as a sleep aid--and put on some soothing stuff to listen to while I lay in bed. It seemed to do the trick. I hope I don't have to keep taking the antihistamines every night I've taken my ADD medication.
Woke up feeling tired, but I'm used to that. Took my medication as soon as I was able to get something to drink--around 8:30am.
Work wasn't terrible, not as productive as I might have liked, but I did get enough done to still feel accomplished. The workload has eased down substantially now that A) we've kind of streamlined the process a bit and B) the backlog is effectively gone.
There's still some older stuff sitting there waiting for me to tackle it, but it's not super critical, and I've got other matters to address.
Tremors weren't as bad as the previous day, but still enough to notice.
I was able to focus enough on the things that mattered such that the most important things got taken care of.
I left to go see my parents immediately after work. For a not small stretch of the night, mom sat with me to go over my taxes so that we could both be reasonably sure I hadn't missed anything. I'm not super fond of the tax preparation services, and my state doesn't offer a proper free-filing method... because... well... fuck this state.
I got notice that I've been approved for my new apartment, and had to deal with some paperwork with that. More will be coming soon.
Went to bed later than I would have liked, but such is life.
Saturday, March 16th
Had trouble sleeping, but I got something like 5 or 6 hours of sleep I think. I always have trouble sleeping in a new bed, even if it's one I've slept in before, just not in a while.
Not taking my medication on the weekend so that I can guarantee a good night's sleep.
Got up early enough to eat breakfast with dad at a local place. Came back in time for him to go with others to go see a movie while mom and I babysat. That kid has waaay too much energy for me to keep up with.
Energy level was markedly lower than the last couple of days, but not low enough to make me need to nap as hard as I had during the weekends while on the previous run of medication.
Ended up napping anyway, but not for very long.
Finally came back home later than I would have liked but oh well. It didn't take long for me to start feeling drowsy enough to want to crawl into bed. Fell asleep fairly quickly.
Sunday, March 17th
Slept pretty well. Got more than 8 hours, which helped with the sleep debt from the week.
Took the day pretty slow and lazy, didn't have a lot I needed to get done, but of the things I should liked to tackle, I only got some of it done--such is life with ADHD and you don't take your meds.
I ended up feeling pretty tired at about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, to the point where I fell asleep in my computer chair for a little while.
I don't know if it's specifically the sleep debt thing because of the medication, or if it's also a function of just getting older.
Feeling a normal amount of tired as I'm looking at going to bed here in just a minute. Hoping to have a normal night's sleep.
#ADD#ADHD#Attention Deficit Disorder#Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder#Medication#Journal#Smokey's ADD Meds Journey#Family is more distracting than ADHD#Seriously they can't stay focused on one thing#I'm trying to do a thing and they try to drag me off to do another#The kid I can understand because they're a kid#It's bad enough I can't focus as strongly without the meds#Compound that with four other adults pulling me in different directions#And they wonder why I don't visit more often#That and their pretty conservative#I went there just to see my parents but of course more decided to show up#Sister does that all the damn time
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