#anyways heres me slutting her out ig

[blackskorpi0n]

you know I am that girl 😘

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[lewisvinga]

because i liked a boy | carlos sainz x fem! reader

part two.

summary; an unnecessary hate train all because y/n liked a boy

fc; nicki nicole

warnings; death threats, kys comment, slut shaming, cursing , carlos kinda eh here sorry 😣

notes; requested! i would’ve used sabrina carpenter as a fc but i love nicki nicole sm i had to use her 😣

masterlist !

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yourusername: 🖤

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carlossainz55: mi amor ❤️ tq ❤️ [ily]

yourusername: tqqqq🥹

username: so this is carlos new girlfriend? 💀💀

username: oh!

username: well….

username: TE AMO Y/N!!!!

username: out of all ppl you love her??😀

username: she’s prettyyy

username: she’s cute ig😕

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty girl 💗

yourusername: ily!!!

username: alex, run!!

username: didn’t carlos JUST break up w isa ???

username: like 2 weeks ago, i 100% believe y/n is a homewrecker 💀💀

username: baby she’s a whole slut 💀

username: not liking this dark aesthetic, isa was classy and cute this is something else🤢

username: no way this is carlos type 😭😭

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carlossainz55: vacaciones 🏝️ [vacations]

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yourusername: mi amorrrrr 💗

carlossainz55: ❤️

yourusername: the last picture 😭 you’re so unseriouss

carlossainz55: but you love it 🥸

username: hard launching your new relationship 2 weeks after breaking up w isa?? hmmm suspicious

username: CARLOS VACATION PICS!!!!!!

username: ew y/n

username: yall are haters🥱🥱🥱 she’s gorgeous and talented asf !!

username: i knoww, these bitter fans should stay away from her😒

username: we’re not bitter, we’re just telling the truth, isa was 1000x better than y/n🤢

username: this would’ve been such a good post without y/n😒😒😒

username: we miss isa!!!

username: isa was the best wag come on now

username: she’s such a slut

username: why are you dating a homewrecker ???

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yourusernams: a week w my faves

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username: not her hanging out w her ex during a race weekend….

username: her and peso pluma were never datingffggg it was a rumor 😭😭😭

username: no carlos???

username: not her missing carlos win just to hang out w her ex 😕

carlossainz55: ❤️ liked by yourusername !

username: we can save you carlos!!

username: hanging out w all those guys, she’s such a slut

username: carlos doesn’t deserve you!!

username: isa is 10x better, she dresses and looks better, is a supportive girlfriend, and doesn’t miss wins just to hang out w a bunch of guys! what a slut you are

username: i think the world would be better without you

username: kys

username: slut!

username: girl just break up w carlos atp we know you’re just a rebound😭😭😭😭

the comments on this post have been limited!

y/n 💗

you know i’m tired of this, carlos.

carlos❤️

mi vida [my life], you know i can’t do anything

y/n 💗

yes you can??

just one post clarifying that you broke up with isa weeks before announcing it publicly and way before you started dating me??

and that YOU made the first move, not me

carlos ❤️

it’s not easy you know

i’m a big public figure, i can’t just post things whenever i want

y/n 💗

carlos, so am i

i have a pr team too

but if MY fans were attacking you and sending you death threats, i would post something anyways

carlos ❤️

it’s not the same, amor

y/n 💗

your fans are constantly comparing me to isa, they’re constantly slut shaming me for even appearing in the back of a picture of yours or for hanging out with my guy friends

they’re sending my death threats , telling me to kms and you won’t do anything?

carlos ❤️

it’s complicated, please, amor

i can’t control them, a post won’t change their mind

please, just calm down and we can talk more when i get home

y/n 💗

okay, fine

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[caption 1; back in the studio 🎧] [caption 2; pov: after pulling an all nighter in the studio😵‍💫 ]

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yourusername: ‘because i liked a boy’ out now.

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username: y/n nation , WE’RE BACK!!!

username: carlos didn’t like???

username: fuck the haters bby ur better then them all😩

username: carlos didn’t like or comment 🫤🫤

username: she ate w this one i fear

username: gagged those bitter carlos fan girls 😭

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yourusername: thank you everyone for all the love and support 🩷 and thank you for my girls who have been by my side 💗🫂

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lilymhe: WE LOVE YOUUU🫶

lilymhe: we need a girls night every night 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: i agree 😩

alexandrasaintmleux: always by your side , pretty girl!! 🫂

yourusername: luv luv u🫶

carmenmmundt: all we need is a couple glasses of wine and we tear up the night

carmenmmundt: always by your side 4eva 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🫂

yourusername: i’m not complaining🙈

username: who needs men when you have your girls liked by yourusername !

username: hot single y/n is back, when we getting that album??

yourusername: you think because i liked a boy was the only thing i worked on? soon bby xx

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smau #formula one imagines #formula one scenarios #f1 scenario #formula one social media au #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smau

[rayleigh2837]

HATE THE AM‼️ HATE THE PM ‼️ but i’ll fuck u anytime. ( hobie smut !! )

summary : late at night gwen decides to crash at your place and so does hobie. ( ur bf!! ) but you didn’t know gwen was here.

authors note : HEYHEYHEY!!! i’m thinking of writing earth42 miles x y/n? what do y’all think? anyways enjoy ig

WARNING : bad british slang, british people, women, AND SMUT. PUSSYS!! AAAAAAA

the rain hits window so softly. you were in that state of being half awake, and half asleep. you heard your apartment door opened and knew it was hobie. what you didn’t know was that hobie helped gwen inside, her leg was hurt but not that badly. she layed on the couch giving her water and a blanket. she turned on the tv saying that she wasn’t tired and would just watch tv till she fell asleep. hobie stepped in your room.

“oi love. you ‘wake?”he said, stepping into your room and closeing the door behind him.he seemed wide awake. and sat next to you. rubbing your lower back. you groaned.

“yeah baby.”

“hel’o beauty.” he crawled next to you, his back against the head board and he dragged you into his lap. he slapped your thigh gently . trying to get you to wake up.

“cmon sleeping beauty stay wit’ me ya?” you dug your head on into his neck. giving it small kisses. “yea…” knowing hobie, he didn’t like consistency so he lifted up your chin so you could stop kissing him. he put his hand on your inner thigh. dragging it up to your waist. you let out a small whine.

“come out of it ‘love. let me see ya.” he said. pulling off your shirt. you weren’t wearing a bra so you were just shirtless with short shorts on. his slim fingers pushed up your boob. he kissed all over your chest. leaving a small hickey right above your left boob. you let out small whines… your apartment walls were very thin.. and barely sound proof. your whimpers grew louder and louder. before he shoved your shorts off. your thin panties showing. he grinned, grinned so perfectly that he could show off his lip peircing. you bit your bottom lip. he kissed you, being a bit sloppy with it. teeth clashing. you just wanted to taste more of him. his hand trailed down your body to your panties. rising the front of it up so your clit grinds on the thin fabric.

“ah. fu-.. fuck oh. fuck.!!” you moaned out. growing louder and louder… and louder. you could feel hobies smile through your kiss before he broke it. suddenly flipping you over and ripping of your panties. he took off his ‘ jumper’ ( it’s a sweater🤞) and sweatpants. leaving only his boxers that say “ i <3 spiderman” he flips his dick out and smooths it over your pussy. you face down and ass up. he grabs your ass. sliding in his cock into you. “oh shit baby.” you let out a loud sigh and then a moan after.

he slid it in and out. getting faster and faster.

“ya like that slut?” he groaned. his free hand rubbed you lower back and trailed to your neck. grabbing your hair and pulling your face up. “cmon’. lemme hear you.”

“fuck… hobie..!~” you whimpered. he shoved it in toy one last time. cumming right after he pulls it out. “you were such a good girl love.” you only answered with a few whimpers. “i’ll get a towel.” he offered. he stepped out you room pulling on sweatpants. and there gwen was. her jaw on the floor. “we’re you- was that?” hobie just smirked.

#hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown smut #spider man into the spider verse #hobie x reader #spiderpunk smut #hobie x you #hobie brown #i love hobie brown #hobie brown my beloved #atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderverse

[builtbybrokenbells]

It’s Never Over

A blowout resulting in an untimely breakup between y/n and her long term boyfriend leaves both of them broken. A year and a half later, after nothing but radio silence and unrequited love, they find themselves face to face once more. Both grown up, living completely different lives, but still hurting over mistakes their younger selves made, and still hopelessly head over heels for each other. They find themselves caught up in the struggle of choice; to allow history to repeat itself, or let the memory of their past fade away into nothing.

listen while reading: lover, you should’ve come over - Jeff Buckley

Pairing: josh kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 17.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, sweet soft makeup sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, praise, pet names, body worshiping ig if you squint, breakups/breakup talk, angst (with a happy ending 😁), mentions of drugs, drinking, sad josh (needs a warning of its own), crying, some yelling, sweetness, tooth rotting fluff, sorry if I miss any!!!

so somebody requested some josh angst and i just couldn’t help myself 🤭 a very happy ending, pinky promise. you guys know me well enough to know I’m a slut for happy endings. also sorry it turned out so long, i HAVE to stop it with the literal novels. i just got super attached to the characters and got carried away (what else is new). i also wrote this mostly in one sitting so I had to trim a lot and add things here and there, but i hope this is satisfactory!! also not fantastically edited, cause I’m super lazy 🫣 as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!!

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The silk of your dress clung to your skin, the slit in the leg just promiscuous enough to catch eyes, but not enough to be uncomfortably exposed. The deep emerald green was elegant, a fantastic choice on your part. Your hair hung loosely over your shoulders, the scent of your perfume radiating around you. You were dressed to the nines, much like the other women pooling into the lobby of the five-star hotel. Even so, you had never felt more out of place. As you anxiously awaited the progression to the main event, you couldn’t help but check over your shoulders every few minutes. You were hoping to catch sight of any familiar faces before they saw you, in hopes of a head start to hide away. You straightened your hair out and fixed the straps of your dress, trying to pass a few more minutes without focusing on your nervousness.

It was your first time back in Nashville after a year and a half of avoiding it. You’d moved to New York some time ago and hadn’t looked back since. Your hometown was greatly missed, but for no reasons that were obvious. You didn’t miss your family; you shared phone calls and texts, which was perfectly fine for you. They’d always been a bit hard on the head, raving about appearance and sophistication rather than fun and happiness, so the distance wasn’t terribly troublesome. Your siblings were scattered across the world, anyway, so the change in location really had no effect on the relationships you previously had with them. The town itself wasn’t troublesome to leave behind, either. You had gotten your fill of it in your first twenty-some years of life, and it was quite refreshing to get out into the world and see something new.

What you did miss, though, was the boy you left behind. Although, it wasn’t a choice to leave him; he’d made that decision for you, and without a hesitation, too. You never expected him to come with you while you followed your dream. It would be selfish to expect him to leave everything behind to chase you around the world. But, you did hope that there was a part of him that wanted to make it work despite the distance, like you’d done for him countless times. When you told him you had to go, that the move was something you desperately needed, all of the love he ever had for you seemed to disappear. He turned cold and distant, and ended things without a second thought.

“Please, Josh, just listen to me for one minute!” You begged, tears forming in your eyes. His usually joyous face was nothing short of indifferent towards you, now.

“I don’t have anything to talk about with you, y/n.” The words were equal to a stab to the chest. His eyes were looking anywhere but you, secretly afraid he’d break down and tell you everything he was holding back.

“You’re going to throw the last three years out the window over this? Without a compromise, or a conversation, or anything at all?” There was a few feet of space between you, both scared of breaking the invisible boundary.

“You’re leaving! You pack up all of your shit and move in with me, just to tell me a few months later that you’re moving across the country? You’ve known for a while, and you’re just telling me now?” He finally broke, the pain in his eyes clearer than anything you’d ever seen. The accusatory tone was infuriating, as if he was sentencing you with a crime you hadn’t committed.

“I haven’t known for a while, Josh. I just got the email today! I applied thinking there was no way in hell I would ever hear back, but I did, and I have to go. This is my dream, you know that. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.” You pleaded for him to see reason.

“The only thing, huh?” You could tell the statement landed wrong, feeling guilty for even making him think that was what you meant. “I tell you all of the time you can come work with us, design for us; we’d be more than happy to have you there.”

“I can’t do that! I can’t always be in the background of your fame. I can’t backpack off of your success, live in the shadows of my boyfriend forever. I need to make a name for myself, to prove to everyone that I can do it on my own, without any handouts.” You explained. He nodded, barely responding to anything you had to say about it.

“That’s fine, y/n. Go, live your dream. I’m not stopping you.” He sounded defeated, like he was giving up.

“What about us?” You whispered, your voice hoarse from the hours of back-and-fourth yelling.

“Clearly you weren’t thinking about me when you made the decision, so why are you worried about it, now?” Your heart broke, the tears you were holding back finally falling down your cheeks. “You can go, but I’m not going to wait for you to come back.” Silence hung thick in the air, and for the first time in your long history, it was uncomfortable.

“So that’s it?” You snapped. “I can sit at home while you travel the world, wait for you to come home, not know if you’re sleeping with the millions of girls that throw themselves at you? That’s fine? But the minute I want to get out of here, escape the shitty 9-5 lifestyle and do something for myself, I’m the bad guy? I’m not asking you to drop everything and come with me, I’m just asking you to love me enough to support me while I do it!” You could see regret flash in his eyes, both of your emotions running high and clouding your judgement. When he remained silent, you got more than enough of an answer. “Okay,” you let out a small, humourless laugh. “I’ll get my shit, then. If this is how you want to go about it, fine by me. You’ll never have to see me again.” You turned towards the hallway, preparing yourself to pack up your entire life.

“Y/n,” he said, stopping you for a moment. “Just stay, please.” You could hear tears in his voice, too.

“So I can sit around and wait for you for the rest of my life?” Your voice cracked, effortlessly showing him all of the emotion you were trying not to let out. “I can’t put everything on pause because you don’t want me to go, Josh. I might never get a chance like this ever again. I don’t want to leave you, but this is my life. My dream.”

“I’m supposed to be a part of your life, too.”

“Not if you make me choose.”

“So you’ve already made up your mind?” The accusation fuelled a fire in you.

“I was hoping to have both, but I guess we can’t have everything we want.” He let out a long exhale.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He grumbled. “You’re leaving to chase after a possibility, y/n. You’re gonna move out there with no real offer lined up? You could get out there and end up at another shitty office job. Alone, away from everything you know. I’m here. I love you, and I’m certain about that.” Your stomach sank at his words, filled with dread knowing that he didn’t believe in you.

“You may be, but I’m not.” You scoffed. “If you love me, you’d support me. You know how bad I want this. You’re not being fair.” You waited for a moment, hoping he’d say something else. When you were met with another staggering silence, you stumbled away from him with your heart in your stomach and your head in your hands. You left your house key on the bed before walking away forever.

That was the last time you spoke to him. A few days after that, you got on a plane to New York and spent months trying to rid yourself of his memory. Now, over a year later, every essence of your being was still plagued with Josh Kiszka. You never got over him, you never moved on, and you never stopped thinking of him. He was the love of your life; the type of love that overshadowed any other emotion you could ever experience. Sure, you hated him, too, and a part of you hoped you’d never see him again, but there was a bigger part of you that longed for one more hug, or even just another smile. He was one of a kind, and nobody held a candle to him. He never texted, he never called, or even so much as liked a social media post. Sometimes, you wondered if you’d spend the rest of your life yearning for someone who barely remembered you existed.

As much as you still loved him, the hurt you held in your chest was debilitating. He let you walk out the door, no hint of hesitation. It killed you, because you’d spent years cheering him and his brothers on while they lived their dream, but he wasn’t willing to reciprocate for you. You hoped he would change his mind, but the only thing you’d received in your year away was radio silence. There was no solid proof that you ever existed to him aside from memory, and that’s what hurt you the most. You watched his life through pictures, his face gracing your phone screen with new press releases and album announcements, sending you spiralling down the Kiszka rabbit hole even further. You listened to their music every now and then, even watched a few interviews, just to remind yourself of what his voice sounded like. You were well aware that their new album was bound to release within the next few months. It served as another reminder of how great his life was going without you in it.

You hadn’t done too bad for yourself, either. The move to New York stemmed from a submission to be considered for a spot in New York Fashion Week. You’d applied as a model for the event, with slim expectations for a response. When they responded to your headshots, it kickstarted the fire in you to follow your passion. Once you arrived, you modelled and found that taste of life you’d been longing for so badly. You had the opportunity to meet big names you had been dreaming of meeting your whole life, and somehow even managed to pick up a mentor to help you achieve your biggest dream: design. After a few months of solely shadowing her, then a year of sleepless nights and some blood, sweat, and tears, you were finally set to release your own line of designer clothing. Of course, it was partnered with your mentor company, but it still adorned your name.

Most of your presale items were already sold out, giving you an overwhelming sense of pride. Big celebrities were in line to own your clothing, eager enough to buy it that they were ordering months ahead. As much as it hurt leaving everything behind when you moved to New York, your life was more than you ever could have imagined it, now. Still, with all of the financial success, a part of you still felt like it was missing. Somewhere amidst all of the fame, you realized that you may have given up a bit too much to get where you were. You tried not to focus on it, knowing that dwelling on the past would only limit you from the future. If Josh Kiszka was meant to be yours, he would be. If not, life would go on. You had to understand that, because if you believed anything else, you were sure it would kill you.

The crowd began to filter away in front of you, letting you know the doors to the event were opening. The cameras outside were still flashing, meaning guests were still arriving. You were thankful you had a room booked upstairs so you could avoid the paparazzi. As much as you loved your work, the galas and celebrations could be a bit much by times. You almost preferred the quietness of the design room over the runway, now. At first, the pictures and cheers and magazine covers were a thrill. They’d begun to lose their novelty almost as soon as it started, just the same as the parties. When your boss handed you a plane ticket a few days prior, you questioned why you were heading to Nashville. She’d wasted no time in telling you about the Gala you would be not only attending, but speaking at. Your stomach was sick at the idea. Some of it was due to the public speaking, but more so because Nashville was the last place you wanted to be. But, part of the job was to keep up appearances, so you had no choice but to oblige.

The question of Nashville in specific brought up a whole world of information. Apparently, the success of your line of clothing had caused some speculation of expansion. That morning, the company announced your own outlet store opening in your hometown. They thought it as a gift to you, but it was more of a nightmare. That meant a lot more time in Nashville, even permanently, for a while. Also, more appearances, and more of a chance to run into the boy you’d rather run away from. Still, your appreciation of the gesture was unmatched; knowing they had faith in you to have your own outlets meant more than anything in the world. You felt like the success you’d been searching for had finally rewarded you. So, you hopped on a plane and threw on your best dress. You left your hotel room with big smiles and the determination to forget any uncertainty. Still, you were well aware that a gala in Nashville would indisputably include musicians. That meant there was a larger chance of seeing Josh than you were particularly comfortable with.

You followed the sea of people into the large room, noticing it was decorated in hints of golds and silvers, really showcasing elegance. The stage was lit up with low lights, hinting towards the anticipated guest speakers. Soft music flowed through the sound system, enveloping you in a warm embrace. Music was the best way to drown out the other noise, and in your life, there was always noise. “You know, there’s more to life than caviar and blow.” You looked to your side, focusing on your company for the night. You laughed at her comment once you’d processed what she said. “I don’t think many people here know that.”

“It’s a tale of the rich, Liz. Most of these people were born on a bed of gold plated fish eggs and were shoved straight into generational drug addiction.” You smirked, eyes scanning the crowd. You knew your parents weren’t poor, but they were far from the families some of these people were born into. They had good reputations in the community, but not across the world. You weren’t impoverished, but would never have fathomed this type of money as a kid. As much as they cared about appearance, they were good parents. They raised you with love and strong morals, and you weren’t a stranger to struggle. They didn’t pay your way through life. What you got came from what you earned.

“Can you even imagine growing up this way? First birthdays spent at the Met Gala and graduation parties thrown in Venice?” She chuckled, but disbelief was present in her tone. Liz was a university student you’d hand picked to hire after her graduation. She doubled as an assistant and one of your models, but she was more than that. Over the months, she’d slowly turned into your best friend. She wasn’t much younger than you, only by about three years. Her resume caught your eye faster than any other, and you’d called her almost instantly. She just wanted experience in the fashion world, but you were certain that if things went smooth over the next few months, you’d ensure she’d be given her shares in the company. She worked extremely hard, had fantastic insight, along with being bright, kind, and hilarious. She kept you on your toes and brought you back to reality when you needed it.

“I suppose if you don’t know anything else, it’s completely normal.” You theorized. “I don’t ever want my kids to grow up that way. I don’t want them to be scared of playing outside and getting dirty. I don’t want money to be their main concern. And, if I had to suffer through the American public school system, they will too.” You laughed. She joined in, agreeing completely. You turned your head towards her, noticing the material of her dress was misplaced around her shoulders. “Mm, hold on,” you said, reaching over to her. She faced you, already knowing what the look on your face meant. You straightened it out, taking a small step back to double check. “There. Can’t have you in disarray, darling. Sure way to get us kicked out.” She grinned, picking up on your joking tone immediately.

“You just want your designer dresses to look perfect.”

“I’m nothing if not vain.” You both shared another laugh. You noticed a photographer making his way around the room through the corner of your eye. “Lipstick check.” You said, panicked. You flashed her your teeth.

“You’re good.” She repeated the action back to you.

“You, too.” You let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Can’t wait to get the pictures and introductions over with so we can start drinking.”

“You don’t need any generational alcoholism; you got that all by yourself.” She chided. You chuckled, eyes searching for a server with champagne. That was one thing that was always for certain; no matter how mind-numbing the gala’s were, there was always high-end alcohol floating around somewhere.

“It’s not all pretty patterns and cross stitching, you know. Have to drown the demons somehow.” Your conversation was cut short by a camera being shoved in your faces. You gave your best public smile, the kind where your lips were upturned but you looked a little dead behind the eyes. Somehow in the celebrity world, that equated to elegance. You posed with Liz, giving the camera a bit of a show. Eventually, you broke and gave a real smile, but only for a moment. Once the photographer moved away, you relaxed your posture, feeling a bit more human.

“Does fame always entail looking soulless?”

“Yeah, pretty much. You’ll get used to it.” You mumbled, eyes falling to the table that was overflowing with food. Your eyes lit up at the sight of self-serve champagne flutes. You grabbed Liz’s hand, bringing her along with you as you advanced towards it. You picked up a glass, immediately taking a large gulp out of it. The nude colour of your lipstick stained the rim, claiming it as your own. Liz grabbed one too, also indulging in the bubbly liquid. “You don’t have to look soulless all of the time. Just when you’re posing, or on the walk, or if you’re walking down the street, or at the supermarket.” You listed, humour radiating from you. “Interviews give you the chance to show a little bit of life. Takes the world as a shock, you know, when they realize you actually have a personality.” You continued the earlier conversation.

“That seems a bit odd, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. But it’s what I was taught.” You gave a shrug. “I think people find power attractive, and that’s kind of what you encase in pictures when you look like that. At least that’s what I picked up from it.”

“Makes sense, I guess. Also makes the interviews more memorable, too. People cling to the emotion ‘cause they feel like they finally get to know some part of you. Feel connected, even.”

“Exactly, sweetheart. See? You’re gonna have my job in no time.”

“Oh, don’t say that, you’ve got at least two more good years before people get bored of you.” You couldn’t help the cackle that fell from your lips, finding the statement hilarious mostly because of its truth. The spotlight only shines for so long before it’s begging to move on. “I don’t want your job. I’d like to work with you forever, I think.” She picked up an appetizer from the table, eyeing it suspiciously before popping it in her mouth.

“Don’t you think I’d be more fun when I go batshit crazy because I don’t know what to do with myself after the fame?”

“No, because I’d have to take care of you.” She said without missing a beat. “I know the rest of the ass-kissers at the office won’t. They just want their five minutes of fame. They don’t give a shit about you.” You hummed an agreement, knowing she was speaking the truth. True connection in the world of money and power was rare, and she was the only person you’d ever felt it with aside from your own mentor. It was a constant struggle of use people or get used, and it was exhausting. As much passion as you had for your work, you were always the first to admit that the industry was ruthless.

“Yeah, sometimes I feel like Julius Caesar walking in there. Waiting for the day they all get together and stab me.” You took another sip from your glass.

“Well, they’ll probably stab me, too. At least we can go to hell, together.” You raised your glass as a cheers to the statement. She gently clicked her glass against yours in response. “Jokes aside, you are a good boss. They all have great things to say about you, so you don’t have to worry about planned assassination, yet.”

“Fantastic news. I’ve been preparing for it for weeks, now.” You smiled. Just as you finished speaking, the lights dimmed a little further. You paid no mind to it, assuming it was just a cue for everyone to gather around in preparation for the first speech. “I want to be a good boss. I don’t want to be the person everybody is scared of. I do what I do because I love it, not for the money. If I can make people fall in love with it, too, then I know I did something worthwhile. That’s the end goal.” You drained the last of your beverage, placing your glass on the tray to be taken away. You immediately went for another, needing the liquid courage for when the stage was yours.

“You do a good job. That office is full of inspiration. I never felt out of place, even when I had no experience. Made me feel like I was meant to be there, rather than just meant to work for you.” You let a smile out, one laced with genuineness.

“Cause you are, Liz. I didn’t hire you because i thought you’d stroke my ego. I hired you because I knew you’d challenge me. There’s no pride in getting your way all of the time. We all need a little criticism to thrive.”

“It’s insane, y/n. I remember being in my grad year and hearing about the new model catching the attention of everyone at Fashion Week. Less than a year later, you were working with one of the biggest designers in America, and starting your own brand. You made the industry your bitch, and when you hired me I was terrified of you. I thought anyone who climbed the ladder that fast had to be evil. But you’re just a person. My friend, even. You respect everyone, from the big bosses to the janitors. It’s very admirable.”

“Don’t stroke my ego, I just told you that’s not why I hired you.” You chuckled. “I was the same as everyone else, too. I didn’t come from money, I had to do the dirty work, I got my heart broken, and knocked down a few times, too. I can recognize what I have now had a lot to do with luck, even if I do have the talent. That’s just the way the industry works. But, everyone plays a part in success, even if you’re the one changing the garbages, signing the legal documents, or have your name sewn into the tag.” She watched you in admiration as you spoke, almost shaking her head in disbelief. Despite the tiny age gap, she always felt like she could get the wisdom she craved from you. She looked up to you, even when you told her not to. In your eyes, you and her were the same. You wished she’d start to see it that way, too. “You’ll realize I’m just me when I get up there and stumble over all of my words.” You chuckled.

“You’ll look hot while you do it, though.” She gave you a nudge with your elbow. You laughed, feeling redness rise to your cheeks.

“You think so?” You appreciated the compliment more than she realized. Deep down, you were hoping to look good, just in case Josh happened to be floating around the event.

“Oh, yeah. That dress was the right choice.” You both fell into a silence, meticulously people watching. By the time the first speech was over with, you were buzzing with nervousness for your turn on the stage. You realized just how many people were there as you observed the crowed, understanding that if you messed up, you’d be the laughing stock of the event. Liz picked up on your anxiety, soothing you with small jokes and comments intermittently. It was helping slightly, knowing that you weren’t there alone, at least.

You’d done a lot of behind the scenes work over the last year. You did a few shows, not minding the camera in your face because you didn’t have to say anything. There was no worry of stutters or misplaced rambling. Only recently had you started speaking publicly, beginning with interviews and press conferences. Now, they were integrating you into a spokesperson. As your mentor told you, your work is nothing without publicity. You needed to create the illusion of connection, make people believe they know you, make them feel appreciated. That was the key to success. You spoke at a few gala’s, but this was the largest one to date with some of the most popular faces. The alcohol was giving you a bit of a sense of confidence, and whether it was fake or not didn’t matter; you had it, and you were going to use it.

A hand on your shoulder sent a jolt of shock through you, as it was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Somewhere in your soul, you recognized it without even having to look at the face. “I always told you green was your colour, sunshine.” The tone, the dialect, formulation of the words, even the barely noticeable Michigan accent at the end of the sentence was painstakingly reminiscent for you. Your stomach plummeted, heart pounding against your rib cage as you turned towards the voice. Your gaze connected with his, sending a wave of emotion through you more powerful than most you’d felt before.

“Jake,” you breathed. His lips upturned into a smile, unable to contain his excitement to see you.

“I missed you.” He said, wasting no time pulling you into a hug. As much of a shock as it was to see him, you couldn’t help but melt into the hold. As angry as you were with his brother, Jake had always been your best friend through the years of dating Josh. When your relationship came to an untimely end, so did your friendship. You’d grown estranged from the boy in the same way you had with Josh, and it killed you just the same, too. You spent days deliberating reaching out to him, just to check in, but you didn’t want to overstep boundaries. Instead, you mastered the art of becoming a stranger with him, too.

“You had time to miss me with all of that music you’re making?” You teased, pulling back but not fully letting go of him. Your hand rested on his bicep, hesitant to release him in case he slipped away. “An album and another world tour coming up, I’m surprised you have time to think of anything other than that guitar.”

“Always have time to think about you,” he said, trying to pass it off as a joke. You could see a flicker of hurt cross his eyes, the small emotion feeling like a stab to the chest. “What about you, though? Your own brand and an outlet store here in Nashville?”

“So you keep up to date with me?” You grinned.

“Seems like you do, too.” He chuckled. “I, uh… I’m proud of you, Sunny.” The words settled in your bones like cement, weighing you down. As kind as they were, everything seemed to hurt when it was coming from his mouth. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way his tone of voice reminded you so much of the boy you forced yourself to stop thinking about. Maybe it was his mannerisms, or the face, because when he turned his head a certain angle, all you could see was Josh. Whatever it was, it hurt, and it hurt achingly bad.

“I’m proud of you guys, too. The single was phenomenal. I always knew you guys were destined for something big. I think I can even see the rock and roll hall of fame in your future.” You smiled.

“One can dream.” He laughed. “I saw you were almost completely sold out of pre-orders. Everybody has been talking about you. It’s crazy.”

“You checked out my website?” You asked, a fizzle of excitement sparking in your chest. He scoffed at the question.

“I think we were the first to put an order in.” He was telling the truth, you could sense the genuine nature of his words just by his eyes. “The men’s line is super cool, by the way.”

“Oh,” you squeaked. “You got something?” Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

“Of course we did, y/n. We all got something.” You wanted to press further about his statement of ‘all’, but you pushed the thought away.

“I thought you guys would have forgotten about me by now.” You admitted. A bewildered look flashed across his face.

“Forget you?” He asked, unable to believe you’d ever think that. “Sunny, we think about you almost every day. We talk about you all of the time.” You swallowed hard at the new found information. “I saw your name on the program and I knew I couldn’t let you get away without saying hi, at least. I’ve been looking for you all night. Recognized you as soon as I saw you over here. Could spot you from a mile away. I know… I know things ended pretty poorly, but the love is still there. That’ll never go away.” You almost didn’t know how to answer, wanting to pry more from him, but also not wanting to know at all.

“Is… is Josh here, too?” You finally asked, knowing the answer before he replied.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Is he,” you paused yourself, unsure if the inquiries were pushing a boundary. “okay? I mean, like obviously, but you know.” You rambled, embarrassing yourself slightly.

“He’s Josh.” Jake assured you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “He misses you. He’s the first to check all of the fashion magazines to see if they’re talking about you. He hasn’t been… quite the same, since everything. He still laughs and drinks and rambles, but he’s a bit more distant, I think.”

“Oh,” you repeated your same proclamation from earlier.

“If you feel up to it, maybe stop and say hello. Even if you don’t talk to him, Sam and Danny would be over the moon to see you.”

“Uh, I don’t know, Jake.” A humourless laugh fell from your lips. “Some things are just better left as is.”

“I don’t think this one is,” he said, eyes boring into you. “It’s completely up to you, sunshine.” He said, smiling warmly to assure you he meant it. Before you could respond, the announcer called out your name; in the height of emotion, you must have missed your introduction. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye, okay?” Jake said, ushering you to the stage. You nodded, downing the last of your champagne before bustling towards the stairs. You were mindful of the skirt of your dress as you walked, fearing you may trip on it and ruin the entrance. Once you had both feet planted safely on the stage, you took to the mic stand.

“Thank you for that kind introduction,” You smiled off to the side of the stage at the host, assuming he had said something kind like he had for the other speakers. Otherwise, you would look a bit like a fool. “It’s fantastic to be here tonight.” You took in a breath, trying not to focus on the crowd staring up at you. “I spent a long time debating on what to say when I got here, tonight. If I’m being completely transparent, I’m still not sure. The boss told me to get up here and tell you about myself, so that’s what I’m going to do.” You started, eyes settling on Liz for some sense of security. You used her as a focal point until your comfortability grew. “It’s intimidating getting on stage and talking about success. Especially when I feel far behind in that department, sometimes. It doesn’t seem to matter how many sales are made, or how many congratulations are spewed; we always seem to be our biggest critic, and I haven’t been able to break that habit, yet. Growing up in Nashville, there was always buzz about the greats and the up and coming stars; this whole city, and state, is full of pride, and for good reason. To think that I can be considered part of it has been mind-blowing. Knowing the support I have from home and all over the world has been incredibly eye opening, and a bit of a confidence boost, too.” You flashed a smile, causing a chorus of laughter from the audience.

“Just over a year ago, I was packing my bags and riddled with anxiety at the thought of jumping on a plane and flying away from everything I’d ever known. Somehow, by the grace of the universe, I’d been selected to participate in New York Fashion Week. When I moved there, there was no true promise of a career, but the publicity certainly seemed like a good place to start. As I flew away from here, all I could hear in my head was a million reasons to turn around and stay home. There was one voice of reason in the swarm of negativity that pushed me to follow my dream, and I’m so thankful I listened to it.” You paused, regaining your breath before you continued on. “When I arrived, I got to meet people I’d been admiring for my entire life; names that I never thought I would get a chance to speak about, let alone speak to them. I walked with pride, even in my ignorance. I had no idea what I was doing, I was just happy to be there. Somehow, in my clumsiness and lack of grace, someone saw potential. I was lucky enough to be graced with a mentor who never gave up on me; one who taught me everything I know. She is my rock, and my mother away from home. I owe every success to her, and I have no shame in saying that.” There was an awe from the crowd, appreciating the sweetness.

“She taught me design, sure, but more so than that, she taught me dedication, pride and the true meaning of hard work.” Another laugh sounded. “After a few months of relentless effort, it started to pay off. A few small companies picked up my designs, using them for miscellaneous projects. But one day, in the dreariness of winter, I was given my most valuable gift; the offer to launch my own line of clothing. Of course, partnered with my parent company, but my own work, with my heart and soul stitched into the seams. I still struggle to believe it’s real.” There was a chorus of cheers at the statement. You gave a smile, rose dusting your cheeks. “In the time from the early stages of production to now, I’ve made incredible memories. There were hard times, lots of tears and challenges, and even a couple nights leaving me with the desire to give up. But I pushed through, persevering only due to the strength that my team gives me every day. Every person I work with played a part in me getting here, and it would be incredibly dishonourable to walk away without thanking them for their hard work, too. I was lucky enough to bring along my assistant, Liz.” You pointed to her in the front row. “She’s been my driving force, my best friend, and my motivation. I have no doubt that she’ll take over for me eventually, or even be bigger than what I am, now. If anyone deserves applause, it’s her.” The crowd gave another round of cheers, causing the younger girl to erupt in a blush, smiling and waving slightly. When the crowd died down, you continued.

“I’m beyond grateful to say the presales for the brand have nearly been sold out already. That is almost unfathomable for me to think about. This morning our company issued an announcement, which I’m sure some have heard by now. After months of relentless efforts, and the dedication from my fantastic colleagues, in addition to launching this new line of clothing, our first outlet will be opening here in Nashville. We thought it only right for my hometown to be the first place to have access to our store. I’m at a loss of words at the moment; I cannot express my gratitude enough.” A round of applause sounded. You couldn’t hold back your grin, looking around the room at all of the beaming faces.

“I want to sincerely thank everyone here for giving me the time to speak. Telling my story still feels very odd, like I shouldn’t have a story to tell. I never expected to be here in my lifetime, let alone at the young age that I am. To be considered a part of Nashville’s pride is an extraordinary feeling, and proof that hard work does pay off. I would be nothing without this city, and to see the love it has for me is a beautiful thing. I also want to say thank you to all of the friends of the past, ones who I don’t necessarily speak with anymore, but I always hold close to me, no matter the distance. There’s a few in the audience tonight, ones who will forever hold a place in my heart. They helped me get here just as much as anyone else.” You gave a soft smile, trying to locate Jake. You caught sight of him, making sure he knew who you were talking about. You ignored the bodies that stood next to him, unsure if you could keep going if you caught Josh’s gaze. “So with that, I won’t keep you any longer. Enjoy your night of festivities. The food is fantastic, and so are the drinks. Thank you for allowing me to share my celebrations with you all, and here’s to a hundred more outlet stores across the world.”

As you stepped off the stage, you were finally able to fully catch your breath. The clapping and cheering didn’t fully dissipate until you rejoined Liz by the beverages. “You did fantastic!” She raved, handing you a new glass of champagne.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.” You breathed, fanning yourself with your hand. You grabbed the champagne with your other, wanting to drink away the feeling of standing on stage. “This is so stupid, don’t you think?” You asked her. “A bunch of rich people bragging about how rich they are.”

“That’s only some of them. Others are people who worked hard and want to celebrate the success. That’s where you come in.” She gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for the mention. Made me feel special.”

“You are special,” you laughed. “Takes a certain type of person to be able to put up with me all day.”

“Mm, you seem pretty widely liked. Who was that guy you were talking to?” She pried. You grimaced at the memory of the interaction.

“Uh, that was ex-boyfriends twin brother.” You explained. Her eyes widened at the knowledge, almost as if she didn’t believe you. You were surprised she didn’t catch on. Well, more surprised that she wasn’t eavesdropping. If you were her, you would be.

“Like ex-boyfriend who broke up with you because you moved to New York?”

“That’s the one.” You nodded. She knew about Josh, but mostly just the basics. She was well aware of the constant internal battle of still loving him and hating his guts. “Jake was my best friend, too, though. Just ‘cause me and Josh ended badly doesn’t mean I don’t love him.” You shrugged.

“So do we hate Josh today, or love him?” She raised an eyebrow.

“To be determined.” You grabbed a napkin off the table and one of the more appetizing looking foods.

“Is he here?” You nodded.

“Whole band is. I’m not surprised. They have an album and a world tour coming up.”

“So you keep tabs on them,” she smirked.

“Yeah, obviously. You wouldn’t?”

“Fair enough.” She conceded. “Are you going to talk to him?”

You didn’t answer, mostly because you weren’t sure yourself. You had no idea if you wanted to talk to him, and no idea if he wanted to talk to you. You weren’t mad at her for being curious. She’d been trying to set you up on dates the entire time she’d known you, but you always turned them down. She only clued in to why after you told her about Josh. You had no interest in dating anyone, mostly because you were certain nobody would ever compare to him. The other part of you was terrified of getting hurt like that again. When Josh let you walk out without as much as a shred of hesitation, it shattered you. He was everything; the one thing in your life you’d ever been 100% certain of. Leaving him behind was gut wrenching, but knowing he didn’t care enough to fight for you was worse. You always believed he loved you enough to not care about the distance; the few tours he’d done while you were dating never proved to be an issue. You had a hard time swallowing the truth that he didn’t mind the distance as long as he wasn’t the one waiting at home.

“I don’t know, Liz.” You sighed. “It’s been a long time. I think it’s better to just let it go.”

“If you still love him this much after all of this time, maybe you shouldn’t.” You placed the flute to your lips, tipping your head back and taking another long drink of champagne.

“You’ll learn soon enough not to listen to your heart all of the time. Brain knows best.” You reminded. “And stop being an instigator, you little shit.” You laughed. She smiled, but her eyes were following something behind you. You furrowed your eyebrows at her sudden disinterest in you, finding it odd.

“Better turn your heart off, then.” She let out a quick mumble of words. She’d recognized him just from the similarities to his brother. There was no mistaking who he was, or who he was intending to talk to.

“What?” You questioned, turning your head to look in the direction of her gaze. As soon as you did, you wished you hadn’t.

Your heart sped, stomach erupting into nervous butterflies. Your palms were sweating and your breath was stuck in your throat. Josh was there, approaching you with intent. He looked different; his hair was fluffier, shaved down on the sides. He had facial hair, too, although not much. He really looked like he’d grown up since the last time you’d seen him. But, if you had to admit it, you did, too. No more kids pretending to be grown ups with too many hopes and dreams; real adults with real professions. Adults that admittedly, had been very stupid. Adults that were still very much hurting over the mistakes their younger selves made. The difference 18 months can make was staggering, you realized.

His confidence faltered once he caught your eyes. He was certain he was going to fall to his knees, weak just from the sight of you in front of him again. As he walked, he debated turning around, pretending he’d never seen you at all. But, he was certain there was a gleam of hope in your eye, and that drove him to keep going. “I’ll catch up with you later,” Liz said, quickly shuffling away to give you a moment of privacy. By the time she was out of sight, he was in front of you. The scent of incense and lingering cologne hit you like a ton of bricks. It was a scent you’d been craving for a long time, unmistakably Josh. Unmistakably home. The both of you stood, unsure of where to start. The emotion was too intense for a simple hello, but the uncertainty limited you both from saying anything else.

You looked over his face, taking in his features, studying him as if you were trying to memorize him all over again. He did look different, his jaw a bit more prominent and overall looked a bit more serious than he used to. Still, under the new facade, he was in there. The Josh you fell in love with was undoubtedly standing in front of you, just rebranded. You realized he couldn’t change enough to take away the type of love you had for him, for it was undying. “Is this the part where we cause a scene and I throw my drink at you?” You asked. The corner of his lips upturned into a smirk.

“If you feel the need to, I suppose I could understand why.” You returned the expression, happy to know that the spark was still there. At least to you, it was.

“How’ve you been, Josh?” You whispered. You were certain a flash of hurt crossed his eyes as the words left your lips. It was one that told you he thought too much of you for such simplistic small-talk. One that screamed rejection at the formalities, especially considering you both knew each other better than anyone else.

“Travelling the world.” He shrugged, but that’s all he gave. “What about you, Sunshine?” The sound of the nickname coming from his lips could have sent you straight to your knees. You had to take a long breath before you could respond, feeling the need to recover from his question.

“Dressing up and pretending I fit in with these people.”

“Pretending?” He challenged. “Could’ve fooled me.” You gave a soft smile. “That speech was phenomenal.”

“Suppose I’ve grown into the part, now.”

“Crazy what a year and a half can do, eh?” You caught his eyes, feeling your heart ache at the sea of brown you’d been missing so much. “Not like anyone was counting, though.” He added, trying to pass it off as a joke, afraid to let the vulnerability through.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “You look good.” You finally said, airing out what you wanted to admit. He chuckled.

“Have you looked in a mirror, lately? Success looks fantastic on you.” He breathed. “I didn’t think you could get any prettier, but you always seem to surprise me.” Your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“You’re all looking quite spectacular, actually. I’d like to meet your stylist. Seems like they really know what they’re doing. The stage outfits are a masterpiece. Maybe I could work with them, if you’re willing to open up a spot for an old friend.” You smiled, a warm one without any dishonest undertones. He let out a small laugh, nodding along to your statement.

“I’m sure we could work something out. We’d all be pretty thrilled to have you on board with us.” A painful moment ensued, one where you clearly picked up on his refrain. He was talking in broadness to avoid letting you know how badly he’d enjoy having you around, again. “Did you maybe want to go somewhere a bit more private?” He asked, breaking the silence you’d fallen into.

“Yeah, that would be alright.” You nodded. “Think I need a few drinks for this conversation, though.” You finished the last of your champagne and grabbed two more flutes. He nodded, appreciating the idea, then grabbed two for himself. He was grateful you hadn’t turned around and walked away. A simple hello was more than he was expecting from the conversation.

He led you in the direction of a side door, opening it and holding it for you. You slipped out, noticing that it revealed a patio area. The night was cool, but clear. The stars twinkled few and far between, and the moon casted a low light over the ground. There were a few tables and chairs places spaciously around the deck, the posts adorned with swirls of string lights. It would have been quite romantic had the mood not been so sullen. He pulled out a chair for you, inviting you to sit down. You did so, placing your glasses on the table. He pulled a chair from the other side of the table towards you. He settled in front of you, a little bit closer than ex’s should sit.

He took a long look at you, drinking in every detail and finding himself intoxicated from it. He’d wished for so long to have you in front of him again that he seemed to forget the effect you had on him. It had only gotten worse with time. He looked to be waiting for you to speak first, so you did. “Why’d you let me go that night?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“I was stupid.” He admitted.

“Yeah,” you nodded, agreeing with him.

“Why’d you leave like that?” He asked, challenging your question. You looked up at him, disbelief clouding your expression.

“You made me choose, Josh.” You reminded him, not willing to take the blame for the situation.

“And you didn’t choose me.” He said, not in an accusatory fashion. Just in a simple sense, as if he was recalling the night as you spoke.

“I didn’t want to choose at all.” You explained. “You were asking me to pick between the two things I wanted most in life. It’s not like I walked into that conversation planning to leave you.”

“You chose a job over me, y/n.” You shot him a look, one that he knew all too well. It would take a lifetime to forget it.

“What if it was the other way around? You know you wouldn’t have picked me over music.” He kept his gaze on you, almost smiling, despite the situation being completely humourless.

“I certainly would have thought about it.” He answered. You could see he meant it, but you weren’t sure if he understood the implications of what he was saying.

“Okay.” You nodded, acknowledging his answer. “Come to New York with me.” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“What?”

“Come to New York with me.” You repeated, refusing to back down. He didn’t need to know you’d likely be staying in Nashville at least for the foreseeable future. He didn’t need to know your bags were packed at your apartment, waiting for you to return just so you could pick them up. Your homecoming was set in stone, but you needed to see if he realized the extent of his answer.

“Things are different, now, y/n.” He said, dismissing the subject.

“Pretend they’re not.” You urged. “Please.”

“I would fly to see you on the weekends. Stay with you as much as I could. But I couldn’t move there.” He said. You nodded along to his words, begging for him to see the issue in his statement.

“What if that’s not good enough? It’s all or nothing, Josh.” You felt your anger that you’d suppressed for so long begin to surface. “It’s me or the band.” You leaned forward, catching his eyes as he tried to look away from you.

“I get it, okay!” He finally exploded, likely feeling the same way you did. “I know what I did wasn’t right. I’ve spent a year and a half trying to forgive myself for it. But you were so caught up in being mad that you didn’t even stop to think about how I felt!” Rarely did you ever see Josh yell, let alone expel frustration the way he was doing in that moment. You were taken back, but not distracted from your feelings.

“Then tell me!” You pleaded. “You wouldn’t even look at me that night! All you said was you didn’t have anything to say to me, but clearly you do, so say it!”

“Fine, you want to hear it?” He asked, leaning forward, too. “I love, but I don’t fall in love with people. Never have. Thought it was too much commitment for such a short lifetime. I spent my entire life completely fine with never settling down. Then I met you, and you changed everything! I didn’t even get to decide whether I fell in love with you or not. By the time I started to realize how much you meant to me, I was already head over heels. I spent every day of my life, for three years, falling more in love with you every day that passed; I changed my whole outlook because you showed up and made me realize maybe I just hadn’t met the right person, and that’s why I never wanted to commit. We moved in together, and I started picturing this life with you, one where you had my last name and we had a few kids. Then you left. You just came home one day and said you were leaving, as if it weren’t an earth-shattering idea. I was so mad because you changed my entire life, and then you took it away!” You understood better, now. He felt abandoned, and you caused it. He never would have admitted it to you then, and he barely wanted to, now. Still, the idea of him thinking you were going to walk away and forget all about him stung like no other.

“I didn’t leave you, Josh. I left Nashville!” You exclaimed. “I never pictured a life without you, and I still don’t! I sit at my apartment alone and hope that maybe you’ll text me, or call, or show up! But you never did, so I had to learn how to deal with it!”

“It was the same thing, y/n! You left me behind for a whole new life. If we didn’t break up that night, we would have anyway!” You’re recoiled as if he’d burned you. “I didn’t call because you were perfectly fine leaving me here! You jumped on that plane and got to start over, and I got to sleep in a bed that haunted me with your presence!”

“It wasn’t the same, Josh.” You shook your head. “I sat at home in that apartment every day when you were touring the world, watching you live your dream from the sidelines. Watching girls throw themselves at you, always wondering if maybe I’d wake up one day and you’d find someone new. I waited for you, watching your life through a phone screen while I worked my shitty 9-5 and settled for video calls whenever you had time for me. Not once did I make you feel like shit about it. But the minute I get a chance at the life I’ve always dreamed of, it was a choice? One or the other? It wasn’t fucking fair, Josh. How was I supposed to stay after that?”

“You started dating me knowing that was my life! I spent three years with you building one of our own, one that we were used to, and comfortable with, one where we were happy. You came home one day and told me you’re getting on a plane and leaving for god knows how long. There was no discussion, I just had to be okay with it!” He was leaning closer with every word. Your faces were inches apart, both of you radiating with anger and on the defensive.

“Of course you were, Josh! You were my boyfriend! I told you I got invited to model in New York Fashion Week, and you made me feel like I didn’t have it in me, like you were already waiting for me to fail and come crawling back to you! You let me walk out that door like the three years we spent together meant nothing to you. Like you were only okay with being in love with me as long as it benefited you.” Tears were brimming in your eyes, the ache of the pain from that night still as prominent as it was a year prior. “You knew how much it meant to me. It was my biggest dream, one that I thought I would never achieve. I finally had a chance to live the life I always wanted, which still in included you, by the way, but you were too stubborn to understand anything other than your hurt. I would have came home every weekend to see you, called you every night, I would have done anything, because you were my whole world! You were supposed to support me, and you left me! I walked out that night, but you made that decision!” The tears spilled on to your cheeks, finally shed after so long holding them back. In the heat of the moment, at the sight of your hurt, he threw the anger and the fighting to the side. Without hesitation, his arms shot out and pulled you into a hug. You didn’t fight, just held him, too. As upset as you were, you knew that his hold was something you’d been longing for the whole time you were apart. The way he felt wrapped around you made you believe that the world was okay; the comfort was an impenetrable force.

“I never wanted to make you feel that way.” He whispered, holding your head securely in his palm. He used his other one to rub circles on your back. “I will always be your biggest fan, even if we never speak again after tonight. I’m so proud of you, and I can’t stress that enough. I was selfish, and I know that. You did so much for me, you always supported me, and I took it for granted. I was hurt when you left, but I never should have let you leave like that. I should have been there for you, cheering you on the same way you did for me.” He hesitated, but placed a kiss to the top of your head. When you didn’t recoil, he took it as a win. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“I am, too.” You said, the tears finally slowing. You pulled back, although quite hesitant in the action. He let you, but didn’t remove his hand from you. Instead, his thumb drifted to your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “It was never from a lack of love, Josh. When it comes to you, that’s not even a possibility. Breaking up with you was never an idea in my head. The distance didn’t scare me, because I knew I loved you enough to work through anything. When you wanted me to choose, I panicked. I was hurt, and I reacted based on that. I shouldn’t have walked out without fixing things. That was my mistake.”

“No, y/n. I shouldn’t have put you in that position, and I never should have let you leave like that. I was hurting and I was scared, I thought you would leave and forget about me. I didn’t want to lose you, but I ended up losing you, anyway, and I still haven’t recovered. It’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” You leaned into his touch, resting your head on his hand.

“Josh, I fell in love with you the day I met you. That never changed. I still walk around New York City, hoping I run into you, praying it won’t be like this forever. Your memory lives in everything I do; I couldn’t forget about you, even if I wanted to. Trust me, I’ve tried.” You laughed. “You’re the love of my life, whether it was only for a period of time or if we still have a chance. Nobody could ever replace you.”

“I never moved out of the apartment. It’s still decorated the same. It still has little reminders of you, everywhere. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them. Jake thinks I’m insane, or I’m torturing myself. I guess I just thought you’d come back for them, someday.” He confessed. “I still love you the same as I did a year ago.”

“Me, too.” You closed your eyes, hoping to hold on to the memory of his words forever. “So we’ve both been waiting for each other to come back this whole time? We’ve just been too stubborn to send a message first?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Both of us watching the others lives through social media, the most impersonal way possible.”

“You looked so happy. I was worried you were happier without me.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the statement.

“See? Impersonal. I’ve been miserable, mama.” Your heart soared at the term of endearment. You reached for your champagne glass, taking a sip, careful not to let your eyes leave him.

“Yeah, me too.” You eventually laughed. “We don’t have to be miserable, anymore. Not tonight, at least.” You said, wanting to blame the advance on the alcohol, but knowing deep down that it was wholly untrue.

“Are you saying what I think you are?” He raised an eyebrow. The Josh you knew so well was starting to make an appearance, again. You gave a shrug.

“I have a room upstairs with free room service. King bed, too.” He looked at you with intrigue, wanting to jump at the chance but still being afraid your judgement was clouded. He didn’t want you to regret it in the morning.

“There’s probably still a lot we could get off our chests. Did you want to talk more, first? I just want you to be sure this is what you want.” You stood, drinking the last of the liquid from your glass and moving on to the next.

“Fuck, Josh, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. We can figure it out in the morning. I haven’t had sex in a year and a half, and I’m tired of waiting. I want you.” He took a deep inhale at the words, fighting the urge to take your clothes off right there. He stood, too, grabbing his own champagne glasses. He had no fight left in him, because he wanted you just as bad.

“Lead the way, mama.” For a moment, things felt right. Like no time had passed and you were both the same people as you were before all of the hurt. You turned on your heels, heading back to the door you came through, earlier. He was hot on your trail, not willing to let you leave his sight.

You slipped back inside, noticing the speeches had come to a close and the lights were off. The music was louder and the mood lighting really set the tone for the rest of the night. If you weren’t in such an entanglement, you thought you might enjoy it. But, you were certain that the nights events would top whatever enjoyment the ballroom could give you. You dropped off your empty glasses on the way by, watching Josh discard his, too. You reached out for him, looking back over your shoulder. He tangled his fingers with yours, over the moon at the feeling after so long without it. You guided him to the exit, managing to sneak out without too many curious glances. Liz, however, noticed you as soon as you came back inside. Josh’s brothers did, too. All of them were well aware that it wasn’t over between the two of you, and it never would be. They were waiting for the reunion just as much as the two of you were.

You both ran down the hallway to the elevator, giggles slipping out intermittently. When the doors opened, allowing you inside, Josh jumped at the moment of seclusion. His hand found your waist, pulling you into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His free hand guided your chin upwards, finally taking the chance to lean down and kiss you. You melted into the feeling, closing your eyes in bliss. It was sweet, no provocative nature present. Just both of you savouring the moment in which you’d been denied of for months. When the ding signified your destination was reached, his wandering hands were reluctant to pull away. Thankfully, your room wasn’t too far away, meaning he wouldn’t have to wait too long to continue.

You keyed into your room, barely getting the door closed before he was back on you. You both kicked off your shoes, leading him further inside before things got too heated. You parted from him to click on the lamp by your bedside. He took the chance to admire you, now. No more residual tension was clouding his vision. “You look stunning, y/n.” You turned to him, a smile on your lips.

“You look pretty good yourself, Joshua.” He approached again, slower and more cautious. He raised his hand to your cheek, brushing away all of the hair obscuring the sight of your face.

“Has it really been that long?” He didn’t need to clarify; you knew what he was asking. You gave a nod, hoping you didn’t have to dive into it too far. In truth, you didn’t want to hear a submission of guilt from him. If he’d been with other people in your time apart, it was his free will, and you couldn’t be upset about it. There was no disloyalty of any kind, but you certainly didn’t want to imagine it.

“I guess it never felt right. Always felt like I was still yours, I think.” You shrugged. He smiled at the words, overjoyed at the profession.

“Me either,” he said, running his thumb over your cheek. “I was always yours, too.” You let out a sigh of relief, almost feeling the need to cry again. The entire night felt so surreal, almost as if you were dreaming.

“God, please tell me this is real life. I don’t want to wake up disappointed.” You pleaded. He chuckled, finding the statement quite cute.

“It’s real, mama. Trust me, I feel the same way.” He leaned down, kissing you once more. Your hand reached for him, landing somewhere on his side. You didn’t care where it landed, only that you were touching him again. “Sounds like we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” He stated, pulling back just enough to get the words out. A laugh fell from your lips, one that was quiet and still laced with disbelief. “Turn around for me.” You obliged, spinning to face the other direction.

His fingers drifted over your exposed skin, gathering your hair and pushing it to the side. He unzipped your dress, gently brushing the silk straps from your shoulders. He leaned forward pressing his lips to the spots they once graced. You let out a hum of delight, closing your eyes at the sensation. He let you decide whether you wanted to let the fabric fall, and you did. It dropped with as much elegance as it held while you adorned it on your body. He bent down, waiting for you to step away from it. Once you did, he cautiously picked it from the ground, gently laying it over the chair by the bedside. Once it was safely out of the way, he finally turned to look at you again. His breath caught in his throat, completely taken off guard at the sight of you naked before him once again.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered, taking a step towards you. You were standing, completely naked aside from your underwear, at full disposal for whatever he chose to do with you. There was no worry in your body; the minute his hands found you again, you were certain you’d found home, again. After so long wandering through life, gaining success but never really feeling like you belonged, it made sense again. All of the money and the fame was satisfying, but never fulfilling. His touch reminded you of why everybody loved to say money can’t buy happiness. There was no financial value that would ever equate to the feeling of being loved by Josh. If you were put on earth for a purpose, it was to be loved by him, and to love him. Nobody could look at you and see right into your soul the way he could; he knew every part of you without even looking or having to ask. “Lay down, baby.” He insisted.

You allowed him to guide you down on the bed, your head finding home in the nest of pillows. He rid himself of his jacket, and his shirt wasn’t long following. You watching him in awe, not being able to comprehend how one boy could posses so much beauty. It was in everything he did, his words, his actions, his appearance. He was perfect. He slipped out of his pants, climbing in bed with you. He pulled you into his arms, just enjoying the intimacy for a moment. Eventually, you were both stripped naked and tangled in each others limbs. As heated as the journey to your room was, sex was no longer the most pressing thought in your heads. You found yourself lost in chatter, laughing and giggling at stories you’d been longing to tell each other for the last year. In between, there were stolen kisses; some short, and others laced with neediness. No sexual gratification would compare to the emotional connection you started to restore.

Eventually, he found himself laying between your legs, mouth exploring the spots on your neck he was aching to reunite with. Every so often, his teeth or tongue would grace over a sensitive area, pushing a breathy moan from your lips. The sounds were heavenly, ones he thought he’d never get the chance to hear again. “I want you, Josh.” You sighed, finally growing restless after the hours of relentless teasing.

“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.” He hummed against your collarbone.

“You. I don’t care, anything, please.” You sighed, not caring about the desperation. You felt him smile against you, clearly pleased with the state you were in.

“You want me to touch you?” He asked, fingers ghosting over your rib cage, sending a jolt of electricity through.

“Please,” he brought the pad of his thumb to your nipple, brushing it over you. He watched as you drew in a shaky breath. If there was one thing you knew about Josh, it was that he loved viewing sex as a marathon. If you were to let him, he’d go all night, dragging it out as much as possible. Tonight, you couldn’t take it. He could tell how you were feeling without you saying it aloud, not finding it in himself to push you any further. He let his hand drift downwards, shifting his weight onto one side so he had better access to you. He slipped his fingers between your legs, running them through you and getting a feel for your arousal. Your back arched at the feeling, it was familiar yet almost foreign.

“All of this for me, pretty girl?” He asked, running your wetness up to your clit. He slowly rubbed circles, just light enough to allow you to adjust to the feeling. You muttered a curse under your breath, almost having forgotten how acquainted he was with your body. His fingers kept a steady pace, gradually applying more pressure as he continued on. His eyes remained on your face, wishing to engrave your expression into every part of his brain so he could never forget it.

As his hand explored you, his lips did, too. His mouth drifted across your exposed stomach, trailing kisses all over the skin. Eventually, he worked his way up to your breasts, pulling a hardened nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth and tongue over it, begging for a reaction. When he heard a whine fall from your lips, he closed his eyes in satisfaction. He slipped his finger down towards your entrance, moving his thumb to your clit in place. He pushed his middle and ring finger inside you, starting at an agonizingly slow pace. His thumb brushed over your clit with every pump of his fingers. The sensation was much more intense than you remembered it, maybe because of the depravity of the feeling, or because you missed him so much.

The sex was slow, much slower than it used to be. Both of you wanted to savour the experience as much as you could. But the praise, the words, even the way he worshiped you like you were the most beautiful thing to walk the earth was all the same. Neither of you allowed any of the negativity to change the way you appreciated each other. You’d been with plenty of people before Josh, but never any who loved you in the way he did. Every touch was sacred, filled with love and tenderness, even if the act wasn’t supposed to feel that way. As stupid as you felt about waiting so long for him, you were thankful you did. Nobody could make you feel the way he did. The wait just resulted in the usual pleasure being escalated by a thousand.

“Does that feel good, mama?” He asked, finally pausing his assault on your breasts. He looked up to you, eyelids heavy and lust clouding his pupils.

“So good, Josh.” You sighed, looking down to meet his gaze. He gave you a lazy smile, content at the confirmation.

“Did you miss me?” He questioned, his tone dropping slightly. He curled his fingers upward with the next movement, causing a gasp to fall from you. “Hmm?” He hummed, still waiting for you to answer.

“Missed you so much.” You admitted, eyelids fluttered closed at the pleasure he was causing.

“Think she missed me, too.” He muttered, eyes flowing down towards his hand working into your cunt. You swallowed hard at the words, taken off guard by the cockiness but knowing he was speaking truth. His jaw clenched, clearly pleased with the sight. He was good at putting his pleasure aside to ensure yours, but you knew him well enough to recognize what his expression meant. He’d been depraved of this, too, and the view was driving him insane. “Right?” He asked for clarification, his chest rising at his deep inhale.

“Yeah,” you whispered, a pressure beginning to build in your belly.

“She knows she belongs to me.” He hummed. Your face flushed at the statement, unsure where the possessiveness was coming from. That was something quite new; before, he always acted as though the access to your body was a gift. The simple statement dripped with entitlement, but you didn’t mind. He was right. No matter how much distance between you, or how much time passed, you were his. You didn’t mind the claim in the slightest. In fact, you enjoyed it.

“Fuck, Josh,” you let your head fall back on the pillows, the knot in your stomach tightening more with every second that passed.

“Yeah?” He beamed, knowing exactly what the warning was for. “Look at me, mama. Wanna see that pretty face while you cum.” He pleaded. You were in no state to deny him the request, eyes falling back on him. He was watching you, desperate to see your expression. His movements remained steady, gently coaxing the orgasm from you. Your mouth fell open slightly, a sharp inhale sounding as the pressure peaked and sent you into a down-spiral. You managed his name through the intense wave of moans, eyes squeezed shut and all of your muscles tensed. He rode you through it, whispering notes of encouragement as you were clenched around his hand.

When you relaxed against him, he let out a long breath. The tail end dissolved into a groan, absolutely floored at the sight he had just experienced. “Was that good, baby?” He asked, slowly pulling his fingers from you. You sighed at the loss of contact, still yearning for more.

“So, so good, Josh.” You didn’t mind fuelling his ego, because it was well deserved. At first, you wanted to blame the quickness of your orgasm on the length of time it had been since you had one. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Josh had the ability to make you cum simply by looking at you with enough intent. It had everything to do with him, and you knew nobody else could ever affect you in the same way.

“Can’t believe you had nobody to take care of you for so long,” he let out a disapproving tsk, slowly sinking down further on the bed. “All of those New York boys really missed out.” His soft lips grazed over the inside of your thigh. “A woman like you deserves more than that.” His teeth sunk into the flesh, causing you to jump at the sudden sensation. “What was it, mama? Couldn’t find anyone to fuck you right?” Your jaw clenched at the profanity of his statement. You were well aware that he was only messing with you just for show, so you played into his game.

“Mhm,” you agreed. “Nobody could fuck me like you, Josh.” You told him, lowering your tone. The muscle in his jaw tensed at the confession.

“No?” He asked, lips dangerously close to your heat. “My poor baby.” He sympathized, his facial hair gently tickling the skin of your legs. “I’ll always treat you right, honey.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, agreeing with him.

“Y’know I’ll give you whatever you want, whenever you want it. Always fuck you like you just how you like it.” The teasing was torturous; you needed him more than you needed water. It wasn’t a desire, it was necessary for survival.

“I know you will, baby.” You breathed, your sultry tone quickly dissolving into whiny.

“That’s why you’ll always come home to me, right?” He asked, dipping his head even closer to your cunt. “You know who you belong to, beautiful.” You gave a nod of desperation. “Wanna hear you say it, mama.”

“You, Josh. I’m all yours. Only yours.” You promised. A smile graced his face.

“Sounds so pretty when you say it like that.” He was trying not to sound needy himself; his mouth was practically watering at the sight before him. He almost felt wrong teasing you in such a way, because he was certain he was more desperate for you than he’d ever been. “I’d treat you better than that. I’d fuck you every day if I could, just to make sure you know what you deserve. Just to make sure you were happy.” He explained, feeling his guilt resurface. You felt your heart ache at the statement, the words reminding you that as good as you felt, things weren’t the same as they used to be. He saw the emotion flash across your face, realizing how his statement may have come off in a context he didn’t intend. “I can, and I will, if you’ll let me.” He let down the act for a moment, fully letting you see into his heart.

“Yeah,” you managed to muster out. “I’d like that.” He couldn’t hold back the look of happiness that forced its way onto his face.

“Be mine again, baby. Promise I’ll make up for everything. I’ll never let you get away again.” He whispered, but he was pleading with you. There was no way he could walk away from you after this. It would kill him.

“Okay,” you agreed, no hesitation present. It wasn’t the alcohol, or the sex talking. You wanted him, and you were certain of that before you’d even spoken to him. Maybe everybody else was right, you thought. This wasn’t one of those things that you couldn’t walk away from. If you did, you’d be 80 years old and still wondering what it would be like to love him again. When it came to Josh, it was never over. Just a wrong turn that ultimately led you back to the same destination.

He let the thought settle in his soul; no more yearning for someone he wasn’t sure he would ever have again. The universe had granted him another chance, and he’d be damned if he took it for granted a second time. You were his again, and he was yours, as if that was ever untrue in the first place. He wasted no more time, slipping his arms under your thighs and pulling you down on his mouth. He let his tongue run through you, savouring the feeling and moaning against you. He was eating you as if he was a starved man offered his first meal in weeks. In his eyes, he was. Being depraved of the home he’d found between your legs was a terrible feeling, and he never wanted to feel it again.

You let a moan out, your hands snaking down to his hair. You noticed the lack of it on the sides, understanding that it would be hard to get used to. Instead of focusing on the difference, you tangled your fingers in the hair still atop his head, losing yourself to the familiarity of his tongue. You couldn’t help but admire him through the waves of pleasure, the way he got enjoyment out of making you feel good, how pretty he looked with his head nestled between your thighs. You noticed the way his hips would grind into the mattress, just enough to give him a bit of relief, or the way he was completely lost in you, not having a notice for anything other that what was in front of him. You had no doubt he would stay there forever, if you let him.

He pulled back for a moment, just to catch another look of your face. “Taste so good, baby. Even better than I remember.” He slipped his thumb in place of his tongue, just so he didn’t lose the progress he was making. “Missed having you like this. Thought about it every fucking night.”

“I thought about it too, all of the time.” You sighed, mesmerized by the emotion he adorned in his eyes. He returned his other fingers to you, pumping them in time with his thumb for a moment. He studied you for a while before he returned to work with his mouth. The combined feeling of him pumping his fingers into you, and his tongue focused on your clit was overwhelming.

You were nearing a second orgasm, desperate for him to keep going. He could sense it in your breathing, the tugs at his hair, and the profanities you were expelling every so often. He remained steady, curling his fingers every so often in attempt to find the spot inside you he knew so well. He hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing your hips to buck forward. He didn’t have to say it aloud for you to know he enjoyed it; a groan produced from deep in his chest, his fingers attempting to get the same reaction from you again. You closed your eyes, unable to focus on anything other than the knot tightening in your belly.

“Josh,” you breathed, a verbal warning that you were close. He hummed against you, encouraging you. Your head fell back, blissfully unaware of anything other than the feeling of his tongue. Soon after, you were coming undone again, crying his name and quickly dissolving into a mess. He coaxed you through it, more dedicated to making you feel good rather than getting the satisfaction of seeing your face.

When you came down, he didn’t ease up; his tongue was still determined, fingers never slowing. Even in the burning oversensitivity, you couldn’t help but still enjoy the moment. You were certain that after 18 long months, he could cause you nothing but physical pain and you’d still enjoy it, just because he was the one doing it. Part of you wished he never had to stop, because you never wanted to come down from the high of the intimacy. The overpowering sensation was driving you insane, the previous orgasm never really having a chance to dissipate before the next began to bloom. The noises you were making were filthy, pornographic, almost. Josh was almost praying the walls were thinner than they appeared, cocky enough to know how good he was making you feel and egotistical enough to want everyone to know it.

When your third orgasm was begging you to let go, you couldn’t even get the words out to warn him. Your knuckles were white against the hold on his hair, all of your muscles rigid and lungs aching for a full breath. It took little time for you to reach your peak, panting heavily and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. This time, he slowed his movements as your body relaxed. He removed his tongue first, followed by his fingers once he knew you were back to earth. “There you go, mama.” He sighed. His lips ghosted over your torso as he inched his way up your body. “That’s all you needed, hmm?” He hummed, sucking a few marks into your collarbone. “Someone to take care of you,” his head nuzzled back into the crook of your neck, mouth exploring the area once again. “Someone who knows how to make you feel good?” His moustache tickled the sensitive skin, causing a tired giggle to fall from you. You could feel him smile against you in response to the sound.

“I want you, Josh.” You said. As fantastic as he was making you feel, your patience was non-existent. It had been too long since you’d had him, and you didn’t feel willing to wait any longer. He lifted his head from your neck, eyes scanning your face for a moment. His lips upturned into a smirk, likely feeling similar.

“You want me?” He whispered, already shifting between your legs for a better position. You gave him a nod. “How bad, beautiful?”

“So bad, baby. It’s been so long.” You admitted, not willing to challenge him in the slightest. His fingers gently grazed over your hips, a moment of innocent love before such a dirty act. He pulled you towards him, grabbing your legs and guiding them over his shoulders. The excitement brewing in your stomach was barely containable.

“Been so good for me, mama. Won’t make you wait any longer.” He promised. You felt his hand leave you, moving down to guide himself towards your entrance. Without another word, he pushed himself inside you. You both let out a sigh of relief, finally feeling at peace with each other. The battle of experiencing so much pent up love with nowhere to channel it had come to an end; the solution to the issue being clear the whole time, but only now was it truly acknowledged. You needed each other, and no distance would change that. There was no separation or heartbreak big enough to rid yourselves of the connection you had. You both knew that before the night dissolved into the current situation, but it was only solidified further once you both felt what it was like to be reunited in such a way. There was no way you could walk away from each other again.

His hips moved slowly, the only motive being the need to feel the closeness. The movements were barely stimulating, but more than pleasurable to you both. “God, y/n.” He hissed, sucking in a long breath through his teeth. He pulled you closer to him by your thighs, thrusting as he did so and causing a gasp from you. “Feel so fucking good.” He picked up the pace, realizing he was only torturing you both. The memory of him inside you was nothing in comparison to the real thing. The angle allowed the tip of his cock to brush your cervix, sending a jolt of electricity through you each time. “Wish I could have you like this forever.”

“Me, too.” You groaned, your hand reaching out in desperation for his. He met your gesture, pulling your hand into his and resting them on your thigh. His eyes were closed, intently focusing on his movements, making sure he kept a steady rhythm. The low light of the lamp was casted over his face, allowing you to really admire his beauty. The slight furrow of his eyebrows, the tension in his jaw as he fucked into you, his lips that always looked so soft and inviting. He was a masterpiece, and you felt lucky to even be able to experience him in such a way. His free hand found your breast, at first just a gentle acknowledgment, but then he took your nipple between his fingers and applied a bit of pressure. The shock lit up your face, causing him to give you a small smirk. As much as he loved to please you, he loved to be an asshole, too.

It was all in the nature of the relationship; the time that passed didn’t change the dynamic. You both still seemed to be on the same wavelength, remembering what the other liked, incorporating small humorous expressions and actions to lighten the intensity. You were grateful that he was still so familiar to you. It took the nervousness away, and made sex feel lighthearted and carefree. There was never a worry of embarrassment or fear of judgement. He was your best friend, still, after everything, and he was making sure you knew that. The same goofy, sweet boy from the beginning.

You could tell he was growing bored with the position. As much as he loved the feeling, you knew what he wanted, and you were fully willing to give it to him. “Lay down,” you told him. His eyes connected with yours, an unspoken question of certainty. You gave a nod, and he didn’t wasn’t any time pulling out of you. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, turning towards you and practically pulling you on top of him. He had a grin plastered across his face, cheeks a bit rosy and eyelids heavy.

“You know me so well.” He said softly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

“You act like you’re the only one who enjoys this position.” You rolled your eyes.

“I know you do, but I really like it.” His excitement was clear in his face. You couldn’t help but smile, too.

“Yeah, ‘cause you don’t have to do any work.” You joked, securing your legs on either side of him. You lifted yourself up, reaching down to guide him back into you.

“No, ‘cause you look so pretty on top of me.” He answered, tone of voice matching yours. His hands found your hips, slowly bringing you down on him. “I’d be happy to do the work as long as I get to see you like this.” You couldn’t find the words to reply, already lost in the new position, revelling in the angle and depth he was reaching inside you. You began to roll your hips on him, slowly catching up to speed. “Oh, and because I can do this, now.” He reached around, pinching your ass between his index finger and his thumb. Your eyes widened, giving him a look of bewilderment. He gave a chuckle, keeping his hand there and gently running his thumb over the spot he’d just hurt.

“Not being very nice to someone who’s trying to get you off,” you grumbled. He erupted into a real laugh, giving his head a small shake.

“Don’t have to try very hard, mama. Never did.” He joked, but there was a hint of truth to the statement. “But, I suppose I could be a little nicer. Since you’re being so good to me.” He brought his free hand up to your cheek, brushing the hair from your face. You leaned into his palm, closing your eyes in content. You were still moving your hips, just enough to satisfy the craving while he joked with you. It felt so natural, so familiar. It felt like home.

“You’ll be nice for a while, then you’ll do something to piss me off again. It’s just what you do.” You giggled, remembering his constant antics to get on your nerves. It was intolerable by times, but always in the most loving and sincere way possible.

“You love me.” He stated, in a completely relaxed, natural way. Your breath caught in your throat at the word, surprised that it made an appearance again so soon. He said it as if he’d never stopped saying it in the first place. He finally noticed what he said, expression losing its humour almost instantly. “I hope you do, at least.” He mumbled.

“I do,” you whispered, nodding your head. “I really do.” You were overcome with emotion, swallowing back the tears begging to be shed at the statement. The high intensity of the emotions in the room were unimaginable, and they hadn’t subsided all night. A small smile graced his lips as a laugh filled with relief sounded from him.

“God, it’s been so long since I’ve heard you say that.” He guided your head down, connecting your mouths in a gesture of gratitude. “Too long.” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled back just enough to speak clearly.

“I’ll say it again, if you really want me to.” You grinned.

“Please, baby.” He begged, wanting to hear the actual words.

“I love you,” you breathed, happy to finally be able to tell him again.

“I love you.” He replied, bringing you into another kiss, much more desperate than the last. As he did so, he suddenly seemed to remember where you were and what you were in the middle of. Without breaking away from you, he thrusted upwards with force. The impact caused you to let a moan slip into his mouth, only fuelling him further. You raised your hips slightly, allowing him to move with ease. He took it as an invitation, repeating his earlier action and continuing with a steady pace.

You parted with him, catching your breath. You straightened up, placing a hand on his chest to support your balance as he fucked you. You let out a slur of curses, indirect praise for the work he was doing. You moved your hips in time with his, greedy for more. He dropped his hands back to your waist, fingers gripping at the flesh like he’d gone feral. As much as you liked to tease him, you liked the position just as much as he did. There was something that drove you crazy about him under you, the freedom of his hands in which he used expertly. Plus, the pleasure he got from it fuelled yours, too. You were certain you could spend the rest of your life doing nothing but pleasing him and be happy while doing it.

His hips stuttered and he let out a low groan, the telltale sign he was getting close. It had been a long time for both of you, the stamina barely existing on either part. He held you still, wordlessly telling you to slow down. You fought against the hold, not caring if he came or not. In fact, you were hoping he would. He’d been generous in the orgasm department with you, and you were eager to do the same for him. “Slow down, mama.” He warned.

“It’s okay,” you assured him.

“Don’t want it to be over yet.” He admitted, catching your gaze.

“S’okay, baby.” You repeated. “I have this room all weekend.” He eyed you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, like he was already thinking about the luxury of fucking you again. Like he was making a list of how many places around the room he could have you in. In a split-second decision, his fingers shot to your clit, finding it without any issue.

“Gotta cum with me, then. You know the rules.” He ordered. You have a nod, a hum of pleasure sounding straight from your chest. He stopped your movements, allowing him to set the pace and ensuring his hand didn’t slip from you, either. You locked your hips in place, fully allowing him to do as he pleased with you.

You both knew it wouldn’t take long; the joys of knowing each other so well meant that you knew exactly what to do. He kept his movement steady and consistent, uttering small praise as you allowed him to work at you. The noises falling from your lips graced his ears and settled deep in his chest, begging him to never forget them. “Look at me,” he wanted to sound authoritative, but he was nowhere close to it. Still, you obliged. You caught his eyes, finding yourself lost in them as soon as you did. “Come on, mama. Cum for me.” He begged, both of you knowing he couldn’t last much longer. The intensity grew with each second that passed, your head spinning with pleasure.

“M’gonna,” you moaned, promising to fulfill his request. He let out a groan, the end dissolving into a bit of a growl. The sound alone seemed to be enough to do it for you. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, your climax hitting you hard. You kept a steady hold on his chest, your other hand reaching for his arm for support. He didn’t have the ability to coax you through it; his cock twitched inside you, the sight of you coming undone sending him over the edge. He held you down on him as he spilled his release into you.

“Fuck, y/n,” he groaned, fingers digging into your hips with a promise of lasting bruises. When he came back down from the high, you were both breathless and seeing stars. He released his grip on you, guiding you down to lay on him. “My beautiful girl,” he sighed, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I missed you so much.” You confessed, focusing on the drum of his heartbeat against his chest.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” He admitted, letting his fingers run through your hair. He sounded tired, enveloped in comfort and peace. “I thought about you every day. You never left my mind.”

“I’m sorry I left, Josh. I didn’t want to leave you. Especially like that.”

“I know, mama. I’m sorry for trying to make you stay. It wasn’t fair. I should have supported you no matter what.” He gently scratched your head. You closed your eyes, fully immersed in the intimacy. “I promise I’ll never do anything like that again. I was lucky enough to get a second chance, and I want to do it right, this time.”

“Me, too.” You agreed. “I never want to lose you again. It was a horrible year without you. Yeah, I did great stuff, made a name for myself, but it didn’t really mean a whole lot without someone to share the excitement with. Everybody was talking about me, but I had nobody to talk to. It was lonely without my best friend.”

“I know what you mean. Great things happened, I’m proud of what we accomplished, but I just wanted to be able to come home and tell you all about it. Every time I realized I couldn’t, it all just lost its shine.” You smiled at the statement, thinking he worded it perfectly. Life was fine without Josh, survivable in the least, but he made everything shine. He gave everything just a little bit more novelty. It was dull without him. Lacklustre, even. “Was it too soon to say I love you again?” He asked, finally airing out his anxiety.

“I think I was shocked, hearing it again after so long, but I don’t think it was wrong to say it. We never really stopped being in love; all of it was still there, it just had nowhere to go. If anything, I’m happy you still feel that way, too. Made me feel less stupid.” He didn’t respond, but you could practically feel him smiling. “You never moved out of the apartment?” You remembered he had said it earlier, but you wanted to clarify that you’d heard him right.

“No. Never changed it, either. There’s still shampoo bottles in the shower that belong to you, clothes in the closet, our pictures on the wall. I think I always hoped you’d come back home. Wanted you to know it was still yours, if you ever did.” Your heart ached at his words. You’d both been so stupid, suffering for so long that you both forced yourself to believe you’d forgotten about each other. “And it is. I mean, still yours, if you ever want to come back.” His free hand drifted over your back, fingertips gently ticking the exposed skin. “I know you have a career in New York, and I understand if you can’t, or you don’t want to. If you ever do want to, or change your mind, I’d be more than happy.”

“Thank you,” you wanted to express it in the most sincere way possible. The knowledge that he still wanted you there with him was extremely comforting. You didn’t mind the idea, either.

“But, for now, I’m happy to fly out and see you whenever I can. I’ll call every night, just like I should have from the beginning. I’ll never let you think I forgot about you ever again, or that I don’t believe in you, because neither of those are true.” You placed a kiss to his chest, finally feeling ready to tell him the news. You would have, anyway, but knowing he was willing to make it work even if you lived so far away made it impossible not to tell him.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could give me my key back.” You grinned. His lax stature immediately changed, pulling back just so he could look to see if you were joking. “Now that the line is releasing, and the outlet store is opening here, I’m gonna be in Nashville for a while. On and off, sometimes, but here for the foreseeable future, at least.” The look on his face made it seem like you’d just told him he won the lottery. “I was kind of dreading staying in a hotel, or having to hunt for another lonely apartment.”

“Are you serious?” He asked, still catching up to speed.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I’d really like to come home, Josh. If that’s what you want, of course.” You felt that the need to go through the motions of dating again were quite silly, especially since you’d spent most of your adult life with him. The brief pause when you were gone didn’t really mean too much. You’d both changed, but clearly not enough to become anything close to strangers.

“Of course I do!” He wrapped you up in a hug, holding you like he’d never get the chance to, again. You both dissolved into a fit of giggles, excited at the idea of building a life together, again.

“I know you have to tour, and that’s okay. I’ll have to be in New York sometimes, too. I can come visit you, wherever you are. If you get some free time, you can come see me, or we can meet in the middle. I don’t care where that is, because if I’m with you, I’m home.” If it was possible to hold you tighter, he did just that. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he mumbled, words muffled due to his face being buried in your hair. “So much, mama.”

“I do think we should probably get cleaned up, though.” You eased into the idea, realizing the state you were both still in.

“A shower?” He asked, hidden implications written all over the question.

“Sure,” you laughed, sitting upright. “But we should do it, like now.”

You both made your way into the bathroom, getting in the shower and cleaning yourselves off. The night turned into the early hours of the morning, but sleep refused to come to either of you. You were too caught up in the stories, the jokes, and the touches, and the sex to care about anything else. More than anything, you were both just content finally being back in each others company. The sunrise barely put a damper on your night of reunion, because you were too immersed in each other to notice it. Too immersed in the overwhelming feeling of finally being at home after an unexplainably long, tiresome day.

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[ddlcbrainrot]

What are your ships in ddlc? I noticed you do all the ships- If you ship all then what’s your favorite ship?

Now, whoever you are how did you that i was thinking of talking about my ship opinions soon?? mind wizard

SO, here’s the thing : when it comes to ships in genera it takes a lot for me to actually have OTPs and stuff and this is especially true in ddlc for me. For me shipping is more of a “sure, i could get behind this” sort of thing, except if once in a blue moon i find that one ship that alters my brain chemistry but believe it or not that has not really happened to me with any of the ddlc ships. It has happened with the game as a whole, but not really with the ships. The only one that has come close i’d say is sayonika but that’s more bc they happen to be the characters that i think about the most

That being said, i’d say i ship every ship in the game, simply because i could honestly see all of them working out in one way or another. Sure, they’re are some i like more than others but generally all of them work. And yes, this includes the Mc ships even though i like them less bc the side stories blew it out of the park with the chemistry between the girls

Speaking of the side stories, they are the sole reason i got into the shipping side of the fandom lol. The base game, as influential as it was for me, never really ignited any shipping sparks ig. I actually could not care less for the shipping before the side stories, bc most of it felt kind of trope-y ironically enough. Like, Natsuri was the big one, which was only popular bc of the whole opposite’s attract thing (not that there’s anything wrong with that ofc, it just never really resonated with me). Sayonika was a victim of what i like to call the “leftovers syndrome” where two characters are shipped bc they are the only ones left to be shipped with.

And Mc.. well let’s talk about that actually. Mc x Yuri is well… how do i put this. They have absolutely nothing in common. I don’t necessarily hate this ship however, if i see it done right i can like it. Mc x Natsuki was alright, the banter was fun, they actually have things they can talk about, it’s overall a nice ship. I will say i prefer them as close friends, but if i was to see media (fan art, fics, mods etc) where it’s done right, i can appreciate it. Mc x Sayori is also a ship i can enjoy from time to time, probably the most out of any Mc ship. Again, i do prefer talking about their friendship more though but now that i’m writing this down i realise i’m just a slut for male/female friendships. Mc x Monika truly depends on what context the characters are given. Are we talking about non-sentient Monika x Mc? Bc that can be pretty fun. If we are talking about sentient Monika x Mc, i see a very interesting dynamic (not a particularly good one) where Monika is basically using Mc as a vessel for the player in her desperation. Can Mc feel this dynamic? Does he understand in some way that he’s the second choice, even if he doesn’t know the truth about their world? How does it affect him? Its fun to ponder about this ig, but it doesn’t really make for a healthy relationship

Then the side stories came out, where the characters evolved from their one-dimensional tropes into actual personalities with enticing dynamics between them and i was immediately sold. That being said, i still don’t really have an OTP per say, bc as stated before all of them could work out. Which is definitely bc of how we get to see each of them interact individually in each side story. In every side story, we see each character interact with the other and learn how to grow as individuals because of it. I could see each pairing happening individually, i could see them being a poly couple, maybe even a qpr, or just a very close friend group too! There is a lot of love between the characters, whether that is romantic, platonic or something in between im not 100% certain on, but the love is definitely there.

Anyway, you also asked what my favourite ship would be, and i’ll probably say Sayonika since most of the media I consume tends to be with them

WOW this was a long post. Hope i didn’t bore you too much. Thank you for the ask!!

#ddlc #ddlc monika #ddlc sayori #ddlc yuri #ddlc natsuki #ddlc mc #ddlc ships #asks #ship stuff

[twinkinspector]

uhhhh yeah here's this

first, here's what i was imagining music-wise

denki x f!reader, public sex, sex with a stranger, drugs, fingering, grinding, a singular ass slap, one singular chomp, voyeurism, public nudity ig?, a dash of spit, a teensy bit of name-calling/degradation at the end ("nasty little slut"), kami whines a little because of course he whines when he cums, OH creampie also

kami makes me ill you do not understand...... i have a fever thinking ab this

it’s cool out, and thank gods for that. you wouldn’t be able to feel a breeze even if you wanted to. you’re pressed up against countless other sweaty bodies, all swaying and bouncing and grinding to the beat echoing through the clearing you’re in.

it got dark not too long ago, but you’ve been in this spot since the sun was still up. this was the show you were most excited to see. you got there early – but somehow you still weren't the first person waiting.

even though you weren't the first, the crowd was still pretty sparse – people who were still rolling from what they'd been taking all day. you found an empty spot right up against the rail and quickly claimed it, leaning on the cool metal to show others that this was your spot.

other concertgoers started to trickle in as you waited patiently. you sipped on the cool bottle of ice water you were keeping in your purse, sizing up the people nearest to you. you were about to be blocked in with them for a few hours, so you might as well be prepared.

no one really caught your attention at first. everyone looked the same – flushed and tired from sunburn and substances. as you started to get blocked in by the crowd, a group of five sauntered up – pushing through the crowd.

the group was made up of four guys and just one girl – the lean, angry-looking blonde man in the front was the one doing most of the pushing. "bakugou, be nice! we're almost at the front anyway," whined the girl, her bright pink hair up in a bun on top of her head.

bakugou rolled his eyes, huffing. "fine. i wanted front row, but that girl is short enough that i guess it doesn't matter," he growled back, gesturing to you. "dude, you're so cranky," laughed the other blonde.

he had darker, more golden blonde hair – he seemed warmer and way more laid-back than the ash blonde next to him. the golden blonde had matching golden eyes that periodically locked with yours. he had a jagged dark streak through his bangs and angular features, his foxlike appearance contrasting with his seemingly sweet disposition.

a brunette with a huge smile popped his face up between the two blondes, holding a lit joint to the cranky one. "chill out. take a few hits, please," he offered. bakugou snatched the joint and took a few hits as instructed, puffs of smoke rising through the air and dissipating above him.

"that's right, bro," cooed the biggest one, rubbing bakugou's shoulders. this guy was huge. the others were lean, but he was built. he had spiked red hair and pointy teeth, but again, his demeanor was so much softer than his appearance.

they carried on like this for another hour, joking around and trying to smooth over bakugou's frustration (frustration that – as far as you could tell – wasn't about anything in particular). and that brings us to now.

the performers walk out onstage, and the crowd roars. you hear exclamations of "fuck yeah!" and "finally!" from the group behind you as the music starts. the bassline echoes through the tight-knit mass of bodies, everyone beginning to lose themselves in the experience.

your hips sway back and forth as you dance to the syncopated rhythms, the deep groove you can feel in the congregation around you. you close your eyes and take a big breath to calm yourself as the adrenaline starts to course through you.

you look back at the group behind you. the girl with the pink hair is sitting on the biggest guy's shoulders, her fingers holding on to his red hair as she grins and sways, singing along. the other guys seem completely lost in the moment, too, just like everyone else.

the golden blonde meets your eyes after a moment, and you feel an even deeper flush warm your face. you giggle and look down before turning back around to keep dancing, swaying your hips a little more dramatically now that you have his attention.

after what seems like no time at all, you feel a large, warm hand on your hip. the hand guides you back a little to rub your ass against something – someone – gently pushing and pulling you to the beat.

you turn your head a bit to see which one in the rowdy group is being so bold. you see a curtain of golden blonde hair much closer to your face than you expected as the stranger leans in to talk into your ear.

"saw you looking at me earlier," growls a rich, tenor voice. you flush again. you didn't realize your stolen glances were that easily readable. you were looking at everyone – all four of his friends – but he wasn't wrong.

there was something else in your eyes when you glanced his way. but there was something else in his, too. you met his gaze, batting your lashes and giving him a smirk. "don't make this about me," you call. "you were looking, too."

you turn away, leaning your forearms on the rail in front of you and arching your back into him. you press the swell of your ass into his crotch – this time, with purpose – and grind.

your skirt rides up so your bare cheeks are rubbing on the fabric of his dark jeans, a delicious sensation you weren't exactly expecting. the blonde stranger's hands start to wander across the expanse of your exposed skin – one coming down to squeeze your thigh and the other still guiding you with a firm grip.

you feel him chuckle in response more than you hear it, those vibrations almost indistinguishable from the vibrations of the music coursing through the both of you – but you feel it nonetheless.

he leans back over you, his warmth enveloping your back, as he purrs directly into your ear again, "you're bold. seems like you're just asking for me to fuck you right here."

he stands upright again, his hardening cock still pressed up against you through his pants, and flips your skirt all the way up, your panties now on full display to everyone who cares to look. he gives your bare ass a harsh smack, watching it redden and jiggle for him.

his hand gently caresses the stinging patch of skin as he starts to explore more, pausing to rub your throbbing slit through the wet fabric of your panties.

he hooks a finger around the skimpy fabric and tugs it to the side, running a fingertip through your outer lips to collect all your slick. he plunges a finger in, pulling a groan from your lips, but he can't hear it over the pulsing bass.

your pussy clenches around his digit, practically begging him not to pull it back out. but he does, and as you turn to protest, you see him pop the finger into his mouth, sucking all your juices off it, flashing you a predatory grin.

he sticks a second finger in his mouth, coating his digits with an obscene amount of spit, the liquid dripping onto the ground as he brings them back to your entrance. he plunges them into your waiting hole, thrusting firmly in time with the music.

you keen at the stretch of the additional finger, closing your eyes and letting the whole experience wash over you as the friction makes you start to feel hazy.

the stranger – you still don't know his name and you're letting him knuckle deep in your pussy – starts to scissor his fingers, stretching you out for his aching cock.

and that's when you feel it – something velvety smooth and hard brushing up against your bare ass. he's really going to fuck me right here. you turn and catch a glance of his shit-eating grin as he rubs his impossibly hard length across your weeping pussy, pumping it lazily a few times.

he traces his fingers through your lips again, collecting all the slick he can and using it to lube up his cock, twitching and ready. he looks you in the eyes as he releases a glob of spit onto his angry red tip.

his saliva mixes with your sticky juices, coating him just enough that he can force himself inside you. you feel his length pulse as he sheaths it all the way in, tip kissing your deepest parts.

he leans over you again, coming in close to your ear to growl, "this is what you wanted, isn't it?" as he slowly – agonizingly – pulls himself out just to slam back inside. chills roll down your spine as he breathes into your ear, rutting his cock inside you as deep as he can.

one of his arms wraps around your front as his other hand wanders under the bottom hem of the bralette you're wearing. he cups your breast gently, the palm of his hand tickling your rapidly pebbling nipple.

you look around. there's no way no one hasn't noticed you. you're literally fucking in the front row. but to your surprise, no one has. boldened by the realization, you decide to take it a step further.

you slide your fingers under the hem of your shirt next to his and pull it up, letting your perky tits drop out for all to see... if they want. you glance back at him with a smug smile, dipping your fingers down the front of your panties to play with your neglected clit.

you feel his cock twitch even as he thrusts to the rhythm of the music that's still filling your senses, his lean, sinewy hands finding the pert bud of your exposed nipple. he flicks it between his fingers as you rub your clit vigorously, chasing your high.

electricity starts to crackle in your belly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release. you can tell he's getting closer too, his breathing more ragged and the muscles in his lean abdomen twitching against your bare skin.

"can't believe you're letting me do this with all my friends watching," he breathes, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "fuck, what a nasty little slut i found."

and that's all it takes for those crackles of electricity to turn into a full-fledged lightning strike, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out – no one really even able to hear the sweet sounds of ecstasy as your cunt clenches around a complete stranger's cock.

your orgasm has the man following close behind, the squeezing of your pussy milking the cum right out of him. panting and whining in your ear, he bites down on your shoulder as you feel him twitch and sputter inside you, warmth blooming in your tummy as you feel his release shoot deep into you.

as his cock softens, he slowly pulls it out of you, watching his cum dribble bit by bit out of your abused little hole. he pulls your panties back to cover your slit, now leaking cum, and spins you around to finally look at him face to face.

"i'm denki," he purrs into your ear before he drops his lips to your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin. you moan at the sensation, your brain not quite working yet.

"figured you should at least know who fucked you so good," he grins, standing back up to his full height. "bro, bakugou's done. we're out," comes a different voice, yelling over the still-throbbing bass.

denki looks over at the brunette who just grabbed his arm. "alright, yeah," he agrees, allowing his friends to pull him away. a little quieter, you swear you hear the same brunette laugh and say "damn, dude, couldn't even wait to get your dick wet?" as they disappear into the crowd, leaving you to deal with your oozing pussy for the rest of the show.

anyway here's my masterlist

#denki x reader smut #denki x reader drabble #kaminari x reader smut #kaminari x reader drabble #i am ill #a present for you all #evening SMUT

[millieewilliee]

So here’s more on the girl I was talking abt 😭

I genuinely didn’t think anyone would see it or like ever reply 😭

So one time after I met up with my boyfriend for one of the first times me and her went to town and went for a walk. We would do this nearly every day and we had a great time.

So first I just want to say I would never really get attention from boys at school or anything because I’m a very quiet person and I keep to my self , boys where I’m from don’t like that in a girl and prefers them to be loud and popular so I wouldn’t get like “noticed” ig this feels so cringey to say abt myself omg 😭 but I’ve never been to a teenage disco idk if they’re things outside Ireland and maybe England but basically in Ireland atleast where I’m from the whole point of going is to get with some one this is basically like shifting a load of people in one night and like you’d wear small tight dresses. I don’t look down on people who go like it’s just not for me yk?

But anyways she goes to all these and she gets with as many boys (or girls depends on her mood) as she can. I never said anything bad to her abt it cuz it’s not my business and if it made her happy that’s all that I cared abt. But I met up with her after I met up with my boyfriend. My boyfriend was my first like really boyfriend and my first kiss. So she asked me yk if I shifted him and I was like really excited and I was like yaa and then she goes omg I got with so many boys when we went out and I was like ooo did u know anyway and yk just asking her abt it and just being nice abt it and something came up abt first kisses and I said Jesus I’ve only kissed Brian (my boyfriend) and she turns to me dead serious and goes are u calling me a slut cuz I get with so many lads. I was like what are u talking abt 😭 I didn’t even imply that I was just saying I’ve only ever kissed one person and every one else has kissed at least 3 I wasn’t saying to look down on anyone I was only saying it cuz he’s my first kiss and I was like omg like I’ve only kissed one person in a Jesus that’s miserable kind of way not omg ew u kiss who u can kind of way 😭please tell me yk what I mean 😭

So when ever I would talk abt my boyfriend she would always get like jealous over it cuz like one time we were walking into school and she asked me abt him and then goes like how do YOU have a boyfriend and I don’t I was like what’s that supposed to mean like she hates the fact that I have a boyfriend cuz yk I was never seen that way by boys when she kind of has an attention problem with boys like she always has to have one of them looking at her and all her friends are the same. I dont mean to sound like a pick me or anything that’s not my intention but that was another reason we stopped being friends cuz like all her friends were big attention seekers like always had to have a boy looking at them and yk just really loud and annoying im not trying to be a bitch but it’s true sorry.

Again sorry this is long but if ye want like more I have more so if ur interested lmkkk

Thank youuu xxxx

#im just a girl #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #lana del rey #i love him #i miss my man #girl interrupted #girlblogger #girlhood #i hate it here

[i-love-strawberries-baby]

just a bit tipsy- rutger mcgroarty x oc

MINORS DNI 18+ (smut) !made up character!

warnings (ig): smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it guys) uhh idk what else.

hes so cutie patootie…anyway!!

adam and luca fantilli, maybelle’s older brothers. they played for the hockey team at umich so obviously they were invited to a lot of parties. and of course the whole hockey team was always there. they always dragged her to all the parties. always. this night was no different. someone planned a party in the student lounge so naturally her brothers were there and she was dragged along. she got herself a drink and then went to find her brothers when she accidentally bumped into someone.

she looked up, seeing rutger looking down at her in annoyance. “seriously maybelle? watch where you’re walking”, he rolled his eyes. she looked at her drink splattered across his shirt and sighed. “sorry rut”, she smiled softly. “here ill help you clean up, cmon”, she grabbed his hand in hers, pulling him toward the bathroom. she stood outside, waiting for a moment. that was until she heard moans and rolled her eyes. she banged on the door before yelling in. “get out you fucking whore. you’ve been in there with at least twenty different guys, jessi”, may groaned. rustling was heard from the other side of the door (taylor swift who) and after 2 minutes jessi opened the door. “i was busy, slut.” may smiled at that, tilting her head. “you’ve been with maybe 6 guys since the party started 2 hours ago. but i’m the slut? go suck him off somewhere else people actually need to use the bathroom “, may rolled her eyes. “someone jealous they aren’t getting any action?”, jessi smirked. “someone hooking up with any man who even looks at her for a millisecond? every guy i’ve seen you with gets worse and worse. go fucking get an std or something”, may pushes jessi out of the way, pulling rutger into the bathroom. “whatever”, jessi mumbled, walking away with whatever guy she was with now. the guy looked may up and down, licking his lips and winking before leaving. may rolled her eyes in disgust as she grabbed some paper towels to help clean rutger’s shirt.

“you hate her huh?”, he smiled. “hate is not even the word”, may mumbled, patting his shirt dry with the paper towels. he smiled down at her. his eyes trailed across her hips, her tits, her face, her ass. he looked at the way her red dress hugged her figure, leaving little to nothing to imagination. all he could think about was how cute she looked. helping him like this. the way her tongue stuck out ever so slightly between her lips as it did everytime she was focusing. she was so gorgeous. she continues wiping his shirt until she thought it was dry enough. she touched it gently with her fingers and nodded to herself. “good as new, sweetheart”, she smiled up at him, throwing the paper towels out. “thanks may”, he smiled, cheeks flushing pink. sweetheart? she grinned up at him, reaching up to brush back his hair. her fingers grazed his forehead. she scrunches up her nose, pressing her hand against his forehead. “you feel warm… did you drink a lot?”, she asked softly, looking up at him. but he felt like he was in a trance. his eyes locked on her pretty face. her soft lips. her cute little freckled nose. she was so gorgeous. so cute.

“rut? did you hear me?”, she asked softly again. “huh? what?”, he shook his head, snapping out of it. she smiled in amusement. “did you drink a lot? you feel warm”, she asked again. “uh not too too much. im just a bit tipsy”, he smiled at her. “well you feel like you have a fever mr tipsy. do you wanna go back to your dorm?”, she brushed her thumb across his cheek. “i uh…yea that sounds good”, he nodded, looking down at her hips again. god she was so hot. she nodded, pulling him out of the bathroom. “ill text luca and tell him we’re going to your dorm just so he knows”, she smiles, pulling out her phone. once she’s done, she leads him out of the student lounge and down the hallway toward the elevator. she groaned when she saw a bunch of drunk people. either making out or on the verge of throwing up. she rolled her eyes as the elevator came and everyone piled on. they all squeezed into the elevator together, squished completely. the doors shut and may sighed, leaning forward to press floor number 3, considering anyone else in the elevator was either too busy sticking their tongues down each others throats or holding in puke. her ass grazed against rutger, making her eyes widen. his did too as he felt himself get hard. fuck. the doors finally opened and may grabbed his hand again, pushing through the drunk people on the elevator. she then led him to his dorm, waiting for him to pull out his key. when she realized how out of it he was she sighed, reaching into his pocket to get his key. he stood, awestruck as she unlocked the door. he went in, watching her follow. “go get changed and ill get you a compress, yea?”, she said but he was too lost in his own thoughts to hear.

she went into the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wetting it with cold water. she left the bathroom, sighing as she saw him standing there, completely clueless. she put the compress down onto the table and pointed to his bed. “sit. i’ll help you get undressed.” “oh yea sorry…”, he sat down, looking up at her expectantly. “arms up, rut”, she smiled. he obeyed, lifting his arms over his head. she pulled his shirt over his head, looking down at his abs with a smile. she thought about how bad she wanted to lick them. then she thought about how weird she was being and mentally cursed herself. she leaned down, pulling at his shorts zipper. her ass stuck out as she bent down a bit to reach it. he smiled, looking at her ass as she tugged his zipper down. she tapped his thigh. “lift your hips”, she instructed. again he obeyed. like a trained dog would. she tugged his shorts down, looking at the bulge in his boxers with cheeks almost as red as her dress. she squeezed her thighs together, trying to get rid of the feeling she had. she was soaked, she could tell. he was too oblivious to even notice how she reacted.“ok now lay down and ill get your compress ok?” he nodded, smiling as he crawled up to lay on his pillows, pulling the covers over his body.

he watched as she walked to the table to get his compress. he admired the way her hips swayed. she came back, laying the compress over his head. “that better?”, she smiled softly, thumb rubbing over his cheek. “yes…thank you maybaby”, he smirked. she grinned down at him. that was her favorite nickname that he had for her. maybaby… “you need anything else, sweetheart?”, she asked him. her tone was so caring and sweet it made him melt. all he thought about was screaming “you!” at the top of his lungs. he needed her. so bad. “nope”, he replied. she nodded, humming a bit until an idea popped into her head.

“hey can you unzip my dress?”, she asked softly, picking her long brown hair up to give him access to her zipper. he was confused but he didn’t ask questions. “uh sure…” he unzipped it slowly, smiling up at her. “thanks darling”, she bit her bottom lip. here goes nothing. she tugged her dress off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. he looked at her in awe, admiring her body.

“how about i help you relax?”, she smiled, crawling onto the bed. she pulled the covers off of him, leaning down to lick across his abs. intrusive thoughts…she could hear him groan softly as he got sight of her ass. he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. she looked up at him, smiling and wiggling her ass in the air. “go on baby, touch me”, she whispered. he smirked, grabbing her ass with his hands and squeezing it. she whines, closing her eyes as she leaned against his stomach. she then crawled up and moved herself to sit on his abs. “kiss me. please rut”, she whined.

he grinned, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and tugging her down to him. he hungrily kissed her, making her moan into his mouth. they made out for a few minutes as she grinded against his abs. “can i please suck your dick?”, she asked him, pulling away from his lips as she reached her hand back to hold his cock in her hands. “oh please do, baby”, he groaned as she bit her bottom lip, moving to position herself between his legs. she smiled, tugging his boxers down. her eyes widened as his dick slapped against his stomach. she slowly licked the tip, pumping him in her hands before she wrapped her lips around him. he groaned at the sight, watching her plump lips take him in her mouth. he held her hair in a ponytail again, pushing her down on his cock. “good girl”, he moaned, tugging her hair slightly, making her whine on his dick. “such a good girl for me. my sweet angel. what would your brothers think?”, he smirked as she choked on him. “you’re so big”, she whined, pumping his dick some more. she bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him. her big brown eyes looked so innocent. it contradicted what she was doing to him. such a sweet innocent looking girl could do wonders with her pretty little mouth.

“please let me ride you”, she moaned, looking up at him pleadingly. how could he say no to such a sweet little face? “of course angel”, he smiled. she pushed her panties to the side, crawling up his body so she hovered over his dick. she rubbed the tip between her folds, looking at him. her teeth sunk into the flesh of her plump bottom lip as she slowly sunk onto his cock. she moaned loudly, throwing her head back as she squeezed her eyes shut. she allowed herself to adjust to his size before she slowly started bouncing on his cock. she undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. he groaned at the sight, his hands moving to her hips to guide them. “oh yea princess just like that. making me feel so good”, he groaned, hand reaching for her tit. he watched as they bounced above him. she whined, fucking herself on his dick. “oh you’re so big, rut”, she cried out, nose scrunched up in pleasure. he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her down. he leaned up a bit and began to suck on her tit, making her whine even louder. “such a good boy”, she moaned, tugging at his hair as she bounced even harder on his dick.

“you’re a good girl, maybaby. look at you, so pretty riding my dick. such a pretty girl”, he smiled, squeezing her ass as he sucked on her tit. he thrust up into her, feeling the way she squeezed his cock. “ ‘m so close, rut. so so close.” “i feel it. doing so good for me my pretty girl. i love you, princess.” may smiled down at him, pressing her lips up against him as she felt him buck up into her. “i love you, rut”, she whispered. she shut her eyes tight as she felt her release. “oh god im gonna cum”, she cried. “go on baby. cum for me. ‘m right behind you”, he smiled. he squeezed her tit as he rode them through their high.

she collapsed onto him, closing her eyes. he smiled, running his fingers through her hair. “you did such a good job, my love. please be my girlfriend?”, he whispered. “of course i will rutger. can’t let any other girls have your dick”, she jokes, kissing his jaw lazily. he chuckled, kissing her head. “better clean ourselves up before luca gets back…” “shit.”

well that was my first time writing a smut. hope it didn’t suck!

#rutger mcgroarty smut #umich hockey #rutger mcgroarty #adam fantilli #luca fantilli #oc #smut

[johaerys-writes]

Would Patroclus and Achilles in any of your modern AUs be willing to take a sex tape of themselves? And if they are/are not, why?

Ajshssgs okay first of all: anon your MIND 😩🔥 Thank you for blessing me with this ask, I had a really great time thinking of my answer for it 🫶

I honestly think that sex tapes + patrochilles go well in every universe that has recording technology LOL because like... Achilles is a shameless exhibitionist who has no shame when it comes to these things, Patroclus is much shier but if Achilles asked it of him I think he would do it ahah. I can totally see Disasters!Patrochilles experimenting with filming themselves a few years down the line, and I'm sure they'd both get a kick out of it. But I'm really not sure they'd ever share it online or anything like that. Achilles wouldn't care if anyone saw them, but Patroclus is much more private when it comes to his sexuality and his kinks. So yes for filming the tape, but probably a no on whether they’d ever share it.

I recently wrote a one shot with my pal @baejax-the-great which is a patrochilles threesome with Menelaus and is set in the universe of her fic Sweet Victory, which in turn is loosely inspired by Disasters. I feel like Achilles and Pat are much bigger sluts in this so they would totally both film the sextape AND share it LMAO (even if it was just to tease Menelaus while he's away 😌)

Also also I have another modern AU in mind (so many AUs 😩) that I've talked about before here, I totally intend to write it eventually I just need to iron out some details first haha so bear with me. So in this AU Patroclus and Achilles are estranged childhood friends that end up working together in the same firm, with Achilles as Pat's senior manager. Achilles is a BEAST when it comes to business, like completely ruthless, and Pat is at once scared of him and horny for him and has had a crush on him since forever, and things get even worse when he finds out completely by accident that Achilles has an OF account on the side and an IG where he's constantly posting thirst trap pictures of himself LMAO. A lot of messiness ensues 😏

So anyway, in this AU that I'm definitely totally writing Achilles would absolutely film a sextape with Pat and post it on his OF and Pat would be too whipped to ever say no lmaoooo

Thank you once again for sending this ask!! I had a blast answering it 💙💙

#patrochilles #patroclus #achilles #so many aus so little time aaaahhh #i promise all those aus you see me talking about here I do intend to write them lol

[kamiversee]

OMGGG KAMII IM ONE OF UR MOOTS FROM WATTPAD FISHOSE69 YOU PROBS DONT EVEN RMB ME BUT I KINDA LIKE TUMBLR MOREEE LOWKEYYY. LATE NIGHT FANFIC READS ON WP WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY HEARTTT, BUT TUMBLR HAS A VARIETY OF THINGS THAT MAKES IT SM MORE…BETTER??

Im also glad you’re bringing back some of ur old fics, like TBB ate down idc, also that one acting au when Y/N was famous or something and I think one of the guys was her bodyguard, that one oneshot when Nanami fucked Y/Ns brains out in his kitchen then she got a raise, then Geto and Y/N saw each other in their dreams, AND THAT ONE BLUE LOCK FANFIC WHEN THEY WERE LIKE “you’re no princess, you’re just a slut in a crown🗿” (I know you’re not bringing that one back) BUT OMGG ALL OF THOSE ATE DOWN AND I FEEL LIKE YOUR WRITING BROUGHT WATTPAD BACK TO LIFE FOR A WHILE BUT THEN WATTPAD STARTED ACTING PETTY FOR NO REASON SO NOW WE’RE HERE IG BUT ANYWAYS ITS AMAZING TO SEE YOUR TALENT BLOSSOM AND SEEING YOUR FANBASE GROW BCS YOU DESERVE THAT ANDDD MOREE 🎀🩷🤍🩷🤍🎀

BUTTTTT THIS GOJO EDIT??

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRKPsVKd/

OMG HI BABES!! I definitely rmb you love <333

And yes, I’ve barely even thought abt wattpad since coming here 😭 I wish I was here earlier ngl but at the same time I’m glad I came when I did!

TBB may not come back… Ik its on my upcoming works list but I might have to do some more tweaking before I brink tht one back ><

I LOWK FORGOT ABT THE ONESHOTS I HAD BEFORE OMG? I might revamp those and put them on my second account 😏

The acting au… It was fun but idk if I rlly knew where I was going with it honestly… I may revisit tht idea tho! Same thing with the dreaming au with Suguru, I LOOVE tht concept but idk if I’ll return to it. And tht harem fic is still up on wp I think, I just kinda grew out of that blue lock phase… had some self evaluations and a change of mind ><

ANYWHO, glad to see ya here babess!! AND TY FOR THE EDIT 🙏

#kamiversee!answers

[viscountessevie]

I wasn't going to say anything because Nicola had taken down the video and all I had to say on that was a summary of whatever has already been said about her on this blog.

And to be clear this isn't to talk about that video but the harassment I've been getting on Twitter just because I pointed out the contradictions NC said in her video with how she's been conducting herself online and in interviews. Nothing was false or misinformation. Simply stating things she's done and how as fan of colour they all have come across as micoraggressions.

Yet I've been labelled a liar, told to shove it up my ass and to kill myself. Apparently now I'm stupid and need to be reported dor "spreading hate" Also I'm "justifying the hate" against her. They really saw my very first tweet and went all:

Like please read the whole thread. I literally start the tweet acknowledging that Nicola DOES probably get hate from a gross minority of the fandom (no particular subfandom just general haters) about Pen's weight and what not. Besides, hate is very much different from the criticism that most of the fandom has against Pen's actions against Marina and Eloise.

I also say that Nicola had really fair points and shed light on the PR of it all which I have always blamed for the most part. I believe I gave Nicola points and agreed with her where it counts while also disagreeing with some of the false statements she has made. Then I literally end the thread on a note saying that there's a difference between criticism and hate. Guess who ends up getting hate against them anyway?

All I did was call out how her actions throughout her Bridgerton tenture is harmful. Turns out the worst thing you can call a white celebrity with intense stans a racist. And instead of listening to us, fans of colour who feel hurt by her actions, they send us death threats.

The Polin fandom can say it's not all of them. But where are you all telling your fellow stans to back off when you see vile tweets like this:

TW: Intense virtrol hate and suicide baiting

I don't know how I am "rewriting history" by sharing liked shady tweets against Regé and comments on Ruby and Newts' BTS vids that (indirectly) encouraged her stans to attack Ruby on her IG to the point of Ruby's hospitalization. But go off I guess

This is the main one I referring to when listing how I was attacked. I am okay right now but reminder that you never know what people may be going through and no matter what it IS NEVER OKAY to tell ANYONE to kill themselves.

Again pretty mild because also inaccurate. The difference between their fandom's reaction to attack and hate on Kathonys unprompted when it was a comment by an Eloise fan featured on Nicola's video and slut shaming Simone vs every other fandom calling them out on their bigotry. I don't think I'm the hater here.

[These ones below are pretty old but just more examples of how I've been verbally abused on Tumblr as well and they don't even specify what exactly got them so mad?? It feels like they just hate me for existing]:

It's always really classy to call someone the c word, ugly and a hag. Also the person who said I was ugly because they saw my picture wtf you creep where are you seeing them?

Again all I've ever done on this blog is call out racist actions that are harmful to those in direct line of it and it hurts us as fans to see our escapism show turn into something ugly and hateful that we already deal with on a real life basis and now we gotta deal with it in our safe space too. Didn't realise calling bigotry out made ME the hateful one and deserving of being sent stuff like these.

And I understand that you can't call out everything - hell even sometimes I can't keep up in the Kathony fandom cos I just keep to my small circle but even then when I'm told shit is going to down, I evalaute the situation and act accordingly.

But I just can't respect you all for STILL staying a part of that group and by being silent, you're being implicit in this hate and abuse against fellow fans of the show. Yes, we may dislike each other but the least you can do is not send threats and hate. It's common decency and Internet etiquette.

I only know one or two Polins and they are mostly Book Polins who have called this shit out. They're in the minority so they can only do so much and I am thankful for them for doing so. But the rest of yall are just happy to sit by while a large majority of the fandom (not only Polins but mostly from you guys) sends racist, homophobic and now sexist and slut shaming insults and death threats to every other subfandom until we shut and just take it.

I can have easily taken all the shit thrown at me yesterday in stride and I really thought I did. And I was only ever going to make a post telling yall to stop slutshaming Simone (definitely still making that post) but I am my rope's end. I never let this shit get to me because I know better than to believe these lies so you must understand how intense it is and how upset I must be feeling to make this post. Again I don't want to indulge more but you never fucking know what anyone is going through.

This is the last thing I'm saying on this issue (alongside the post about Polins slutshaming Simone) and honestly on Bridgerton.

I was going to make a separate and most likely will for anyone who missed it but this alongside that Nicola interview where she puts down S2 for not having enough sex while propping up her own season was the final push for me to put this fandom behind me. This blog will still be active but it is no longer going to be a Bton blog after I clear my asks. This shit is just not worth my mental health or risking my life.

Anyways with that I'm logging off. Thank you in advance to everyone who will inevitability check up on me - I love you my moots and lovely anons/followers and I'll check in tomorrow!

If this prompts hate, Imma just assume yall didn't read the whole thing, just not going to read any of it and will report, block and delete! So don't bother you're not getting any attention.

#Bridgerton Fandom #Hate Tweets #Hate Anon #Polin Fandom #Bridgerton Racism

[bitchkay]

You know what, give me Toa. I will forewarn you that I headcannon him as a crier no matter what though, poor thing just gets so overwhelmed.

You you what I agree, hold on imma edit this rq--

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

This man is hornier than he looks🤨

Actually nevermind look at him

He just won't admit it😠

Just like Knight he makes love more so than fucks

He does fuck tho.

His stamina is crazy

Multiple rounds in this bitch like damn calm down n👨🏿‍🦲gga🤨

Cold fingers.

Cold. Fingers.

Yea.

Anyway-

I feel like its been so long since Toa was apart of an event or that I read read some sexy time with Toa I'm lowkey drawing blanks👁👁

Compared to the other princes Toa has bad dick- LMFAOO--

of course Toa has good dick, great dick even, yk he know the motion of the ocean😏

But compared to the others its crazy--

literally 7th place but would fuck again🙄

Toas not a slut a whore didn't fuck arround but he wasn't a virgin, I don't think any of them really were but I remember in one event he was like 'I never used to pay much attention to women's reaction until now' and he was looking at the mcs sex faces and at that point he was like inside her so yea he's definitely fucked other people (who⁉️🤨 /j)

He's not necessarily new to such emotions but this the first times he's been so closely romantically intimate with someone, he's just overwhelmed with love and affection

Its honestly like he's a virgin again

He finally got some real good pussy😤😤

He losing his mind😩

Sure he does seek you out of insatiable wanton desire but as soon as he got your pussy taste on his tongue he gone.

Toa is alarmingly quiet.

Like alarming quiet.

Did he stop breathing?

Baby say something I'm scared😟

You had to like tell him, it's okay to make noise baby

That's when he started soundproofing rooms

Yall ever think about how only rooms Toa has ig claimed are soundproofed🤨🤨

Nah like it makes sense why the music room would be soundproofed but damn yall fucking in front of the instruments🙁🙁

Piano: … they don't see us..?

Violin: you see me?

Piano: yes I see you! You see me?!

Also Toa's the only room that is soundproofed, cus nah why can you hear Fenn fucking from outside-

I have no reason to believe Toa doesn't now get embarrassingly loud during sex.

Imagine going from alarmingly quiet to embarrassingly loud listen-

You best have amazing coochie cus baby he ain't fake moaning I'll tell you that😌😌

He just let himself go and that was it

We got a ruler here to rationalize our measurements

Toas sporting a good 7 inches of dick, above average but not alarming, 1½ inches of girth, so we have a very nice cock on our hands

Nice cock‼😎

Cold fingers.

Toas hands just make everything better.

Y'all ever been fingered with cold hands- first of all Toa loves to finger you in general but the COLD HANDS make that shit god sent

Toa just likes to just touch you sometimes, trail your arms, caress your cheeks, circle your belly button, things like that, its like he's putting your shape to memory

You really feel cherished with Toa, he'll put your every need before his

Toa will have you stripped bare before he even has his jacket off

Let him worship you before you can handle him ok

He really loves everything about you, he wants to treat you right

He's truly never felt like this before so he don't wanna mess up

You grab his cheeks kiss his nose and reasure the fuck outta him

You kiss his lips and feel his breath get more laboured, you pull back to see his eyes all misty

He's fr overflowing with love for you he can't take it

He's so overwhelmed he stops a moment just to hold you in his arms

He's never been so emotionally vulnerable so this is new territory for him

He loves you so much he can't handle it.

Just hold his face, wipe his tears and praise him

Nice words coming from your mouth mean so much to him♡

Definitely starts off slow and sensual but yall get needy towards the end

Toa will kiss all over your body wherever he can reach while you go at it 

He'll kiss your cheeks, neck, breasts, stomach, your legs

Literally where ever he can reach

Toa cums alot.

Like yea creampie but like actually enough for a pie💀💀

Nah cus where the fuck all this white shit come from🤨

Do condoms exist in Saligia⁉️

He'll either come inside or in your mouth cus it will make a mess otherwise but even then like barely

Toa cums so much he can in fact get you pregnant in one shot and then some

Remember yall we on some kind of birth control alright😉🤐*wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Yall fucked quite a few(4+) rounds and he came inside everytime and yall ended up having a pregnancy scare, it ended up being a false alarm tho

and then cumming in your mouth… yall ever someone give you a waterfall but they pour too much in your mouth so you try to like drink it but you accidentally breath and start choking but you got half a bottle of water in your mouth you cant spit that shit out it'll make a mess so you kinda close your lips and use the water in your mouth to calm yourself down but ya airways is moist sure you ain't choking but it still feels like something wrong so you keep coughing

That's what it's like when Toa cums in your mouth.

Imagine choking and dying and when you go to the hospital you have to tell them you choked on semen💀💀

So yea you'd rather get mega creampied then die everytime Toas tip is on your tongue💀

Toa does cry during sex, you're 100% correct.

#toa qelsum #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #Kay answers

[evansbby]

Okay, idk if it's just me but for poyt I feel like the best ending is that Y/N is like uhm okay Steve is kinda weird, cute ig though. But then this dude Ari shows up and Y/N realizes her self-worth and Ari supports her and she just leaves Steve... And then Ari is like also a crazy alpha but not as toxic- lolll I'm just saying this is best-case scenario

Ari: Babygirl, if you come with me right now I'll treat you like you deserve to be treated

Y/N: How am I just supposed to just know to trust you. You only know me cuz you're on Steve's football team.

Ari: Well I'm also a lot more of a grown man that's ready to be good to you. Plus I've seen you around before. I mean steve tried to show you off a lot even before he started really botherin' you.

Y/N: You know I never even wanted an alpha necessarily. I don't think it's very smart to go from one to another.

Ari: Hear me out... you don't need Steve, all he does is hurt you, he brings you around other mean alphas like Bucky and Sam and lets them push you around because he's too much of a pussy to be that committed to loving you.

Y/N:💀🙄

Ari: Look I don't know how I could prove it to you in these 5 minutes I have with you at every party we see each other, but I'm far more mature than that little boy Steve who is being boyish and taking everything out on you. He has problems that shouldn't be yours. But I can't lie, a part of why I'm telling you this is cuz- I- I really like you and I just want better for you. You're not the same as every other slut Steves taken around for the past years. You're just too special to be wasted by him. And I think I could really show you a better time. A better life. Just please, think about it and tell me when you know what you wanna do.

Y/N: Well, it's getting a little too late to stop making dumb choices it seems. Both options for me here seem stupid though. So I go with you... what? Steve gets super mad and probably fucking kills me. And you. I stay with Steve and never see you after university, and kinda be stuck reliant on Steve forever... Yeah no matter what this seems dumb. You'd probably just make me dependant on you too and have a whole demented plan for me just like Steve.

Ari: First off, no baby, I wouldn't. If you come with me at some point, we'll go at whatever pace you wanna go. It will be quick though, just cuz I'm that irresistible you know. Yeah just kidding with you, but seriously. I can tell you're sure considering going with me. So what does that say about you being with Steve in the first place?

Y/N: Fuck. What's your plan anyway? Steve's gonna be upset okay.

Ari: Don't you worry about him. He'll find another omega as fast as he went from Sharon to you I bet. Maybe a little more time though, just cuz you're a hard one to forget... But if he's not fine and decides to come after you, nothing will happen as long as I am a man on my feet. Steve couldn't take me down if his life was on it. I'll take care of him before he can lay a hand on you baby.

Y/N: You know, you're a sweet guy...

Ari: Well you're the sweetest thing to ever meet my eyes so please, say you want me as bad as I want you.

Y/N: Fine. You're everything I could ever want.

Ari: Thank you. And that's why you're my babygirl now

Y/N: Sure daddy

Ari: *pulls Y/N into his chest and speaks softly to her

"Well, go pack your things while I and the boys distract Steve with drinks for a bit. Knock on the door when you're ready to go. Text me when you're done and I'll pick you up. Cya soon baby..."

-Ari Levinson

OH MY LORD I REALLY WENT OFF DIDN'T I

Lmaooo this made me chuckle!!! And as much as we would all love alpha!Ari to sweep reader off her feet, she only has eyes for Steve😌 and if Ari took her away then Steve would probably kill him with his bare hands😌😌

#also if ari was in the poyt universe he’d be someone older #like professor levinson #or something like that hehehe #anon #poyt ask

[theunsuspectedmundane]

Thoughts #18 Ex

After six years I came into my partner's life. But before me, there was another woman in his life. They dated for years. I am never so sure of the exact years because I never really cared. All I know is they broke up around January 2017 (?) after she ruined my bf's family event. She was drunk af and was all over the place, embarrassing him and his whole family in front of other people. But after they broke up their conversation continued but not so constant.

She never really got over him. I mean who would after years of dating and realizing she took him for granted, she could've been living the best life. She cheated on him multiple times, slept with different men, would sneak behind his back and get drunk frequently while other men would touch her and do stuff to her in which I know she gives consent cuz she probably likes it too. She was honestly a major mess (a slut to be specific), all this while they were dating. I don't know what's going on between the course of their relationship but all I can say is that she's disgusting. She took advantage of my partner when he was young. They had a three-year age gap. he was 16 while she was 19 when they started dating. Disgusting, right? She manipulated him into thinking that whatever happens even if she cheated and hurt him, she still loves him and that is what love is. This ex is a groomer. And that makes me sick in the stomach.

Anyways, why did I even blog them to begin with? Well because I accidentally read their previous convos on IG and FB. Their convos on IG were 3 years ago, 2021. They were still flirting after two years of breaking up. She even invited him to hangout while she was pretty much committed to someone already and I'm guessing was already with child. That was cheating. And he tolerated, maybe because he somehow loved her still during those times or he was just bored.

Facebook conversations was not that constant but all throughout 2018-2022 there were conversations from her different accounts (some of which are alter accounts, I know exactly what she was doing, and he too). Convos consists mostly of them trying to send nudes cuz obviously both of them bored; her trying to ask him out to take her to places; reminiscing of their past, but he was obviously just in it because he was horny, most of the topics of the past were just their sex adventures at home and some cheap motel in which are just disgusting to be honest. Her last message was a happy birthday and on July of last year she sent a picture of what I assume is an old photo of a cake he bought for her. On the cake wrote "Love, (insert my partner's name here)". She even added "thank you bes". Why would she do that? To play games? To try and manipulate him? As I have noticed, she started reaching out again after finding out he has already achieved his dream, which is to be a seafarer. She even asked him if he could buy her chocolates or anything. Like, pathetic right? But what would we expect, that's what my bf told me, she was a natural flirt and a notorious cheater. Would do anything to feel validated by boys she flirts with. I mean the more guys who is into her validates her ego, I guess. Honestly, she is not that pretty to begin with so that explains a lot.

Last year, she eventually found out I was dating her ex. Added me on facebook just a few days after we officially announced it. A few hours after I confirmed her request, she posted series of photos of herself. I mean no big deal, right? However, I knew she was stalking. I guess she got insecure. I'm not assuming or being delulu or what, but she hasn't posted any pictures of herself for the past few months. I check her out too of course. I just wanted to know who hurt my partner so much that it traumatized him.

Anyways, months passed. Every 'myday' I post on FB she was always there viewing it. Not one missed. I knew she was probably casually scrolling through 'mydays' however, not one missed? Even my own selfies is being viewed. So what else could that mean. I don't care but I found myself checking it as well every time I post something HAHA.

Long came February. Valentines. My partner and I celebrated that day intimately. No fancy restaurant but full of the love languages we crave for: acts of service, gifts, physical touch, and quality time. Of course I posted that. She viewed it. But the next day, as I noticed, we were no longer friends on facebook. I admit, I unfollowed her like a month before valentines because she's no use being on my timeline, I don't wanna unfriend her anyways but out of sight, out of mind, right?

After reading their previous convos on different platforms, it explains a lot really. Why she was like that. She is still into him, no matter what she says. I just knew it. She's already married and with a kid. However during those times, she was still reaching out to her ex, ranting and reminiscing what could've been between them. Pathetic but, again, I can't blame her. I used to be like that with one of an ex of mine too.

He blocked her already on all his active social media accounts and she had blocked me on facebook as well. I am not sure with twitter tho. But at the back of my mind, what would she do if she noticed she's unblocked? Would she reach out and still try? I really want to unblock her so bad just to see. But I mean what for? To ruin our peace? My partner and I are so happy with what we have now. But I was devoured with what ifs, lately, because I am bored af lol.

I am not threatened, why would I? Not being too airheaded or what, but I know I am prettier and more decent than her. A lot of ways better than her as how others saw it. We're all moving forward, I just wanted to rant what I found out here. That's all. Thanks for reading.

#thoughts

[abombihoney]

I think a fix it could would in the case of everyone jumping back to way before the events of the game, as in like before kabbu left for bugaria, vi was probably still in the hive, leif still stuck in snakemouth den. (jump back in this case meaning them being back in their younger selves' bodies, rather them being separate, ig.) either vi does some hefty legwork in reaching out to communicate w kabbu back in his home and frees leif by herself, then coordinate going into the wild grasslands at the same time kabbu's family is heading out to beat the Beast's ass, or kabbu just tries to be extra careful on the trek to bugaria (which might not actually work with a creature like the Beast... 😵). either way it'd also give vi a chance to leave the hive and go about the whole being talked down thing better (try.... she makes bets with EVERYONE in the hive that she'll be the top explorer within the year and makes BANK) and leif just gets to hang out. maybe reconnect with his family and parent vi until the time comes to form an exploration team with kabbu. and they just do everything IN game pretty much the same, but less surprised and maybe more prepared for the wasp king's fake outs

IVE BEEN THINKING SO MUCH ABOUT THIS SINCE YOU SENT IT HELLO????? HERE CONTENT!!!

bro i am such a slut for teen/grown character gets sent back to their childhood and tries to fix things but also they are like 6. like. that is my jam. all the memories and ptsd that a six year old who at this point has lived a reasonably nice life shouldnt have.

okay okay so vi is baby, just freshly pupated into having real legs and shit.

takes a look around and is like. why am i baby. and after a few days she realizes that she is in fact in the past and not in a weird dream.

So then she's like. Well, i refuse to relive my childhood i will die of boredom. but i cant just leave. except she totally does.

she steals a needle, which is way too big bc she just pupated like, last week. and a small bag to carry food. AND SHE JUST FUCKING TRUCKS IT TO SNAKEMOUTH

like, shes a lil roughed up, but the bandits haven't settled in defiant root. and she hasnt outgrown her wings yet, so she can actually fly for long periods of time, and flies over most of the enemies. really the greatest danger is an adult realizing shes all alone lol.

but she makes it! she sneaks through and gets to leif!

she quickly and well, mostly stealthily breaks leif out of the web.

Leif is understandably super fucking confused. But he catches on fairly quickly. He is very fucking surprised by how fucking minuscule vi is.

spuder also shows up but leif freezes him and they get the hell out of dodge.

Vi: Leif is like. where kabbu. and vi has to explain that she came here all by herself all the way from the hive and kabbu is likely still in the north. Vi is promptly grounded for reckless endangerment of herself.

Leif: how even old are you anyway ur so tiny.

Vi: five.

Leif: YOURE FIVE????? Oh god we're so old. ur five years old fuck.

Vi: Aren't you like, the same age as Kabbu?

Leif: Vi, We're 34 years old. We have an entire decade on Kabbu.

Vi: WHAT I THOUGHT U WERE BOTH OLD

Leif: YOU THOUGH KABBU WAS OLD?? HE'S BARELY OLDER THAN YOU??? Oh god kabbu is only like, thirteen oh god.

-

Anyway Leif gives Vi a bath in the fucking river bc shes super nasty from traveling on the road all by herself for weeks.

Leif: We are not going to be seen with a dirty bee that is way too young to be outside the hive. That just screams "kidnapping."

Vi: well they didnt send anyone to look for me when i ran away last time

Leif: One. thats super sad. Two. You are five years old. We think they'll be a little more concerned. We are going to be so mad if we get arrested for kidnapping.

-

Leif: So nice lisp you got there. How long is that going to last?

Vi: Two more molts. :(

Leif: OH good this is adorable. You are never going to live this down.

Vi: I'll stab you!

Leif: Do it. We won't carry you anymore.

Vi: You wouldn't! I'm too cute to walk!

Leif: Better behave or you'll be walking back on those teeny little legs.

Vi: I should have waited for Kabbu and then got you. Kabbu wouldn't treat me like this.

-

Anyway, they get back to the hive. And Leif explains that no he did not kidnap Vi but he brought her back. And Vi is like. This man is my dad/friend i'm keeping him so you either better let him into the hive or let me live with him.

And the hive is like. No? ur five u dont know what u want. But vi keeps escaping the hive. and going to find leif (who got a house in desert root.)

so they just fucking. let her spend her free time outside the hive. even though she shouldn be outside for another five years. shes supposed to sleep in the hive but she sleeps at Leif's a lot. She also becomes sisters with Jaune a lot earlier. (leif also lowkey adopts jaune lol.)

after about two or three years, guess who comes through desert root!!!

Vi does careen into Kabbu at the speed of light. they did that whole little thing where kabbu spins vi around in a circle while they hug

leif can't run as fast as vi can fly but dont worry he also got a hug.

and kabbu got to introduce his families to each other.

Kabbu: Master, Bit, this is Leif and Vi, the ones I've spoken with you about. Leif, Vi, this is, this is Master and Bit. We all made it. We all made it we're all here! :,)

#bug fables #bug fables spoilers #ask #my art #comic #time travel aus #i did my notes so fast so i could draw this i am a good study boy #now to take a break cause i have been sitting in the same position for two hours and i no longer have legs #vi #leif #kabbu

[meltwonu]

9. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

notes; dom!hoshi, tiger-hybrid!reader, ….threesome, dom!jihoon, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, hair pulling, blowjobs, bukkake, fucking in public, usage of the term ‘master’, this is rly just pwp ☠️ god the way i am fueled by, like, 2 pictures of soonyoung rn AND THE FUCKING TEASER THAT CAME OUT TODAY??? HELLOO>????AND PPL SPECULATING IF THE BACKING VOCALS ARE JIHOON? I AM NOW A WH0RE☠️☠️ also yes this is a continuation of my last hosh drabble! Altho ig you don’t really need to have read that one to get this one? This ones just… smut. 0 plot, all railing ☠️💕 Anyway, as always, thank you for requesting! Sorry I turned it into a 3some! 🤣💕 Enjoy! 

“A-ah… m-master…”

Soonyoung smirks - hands gripping your ass tighter as his cock slams into you with each skillful thrust of his hips. “M-master!”

“Try to stay quiet, understand? You wouldn’t want someone to walk into the sauna and see me fucking your pretty ‘lil cunt, do you, kitten?”

The thought has you clenching harder around his cock; nails digging into his back when his cock curves right into your g-spot. “Ah, I--” You bite down on your bottom lip, images of the male from earlier winking at you from behind the receptionist table flooding your mind.

“Oh? Maybe you do? Hah, greedy ‘lil slut. Who was it?”

Soonyoung pushes you harder against the sauna’s wooden walls; sweat dripping down his and your body as he rocks into you and through the heat and the pleasure, you can’t even remember the male’s name - only his sultry gaze when he watched you walk in with Soonyoung earlier.

You open your mouth, ready to explain yourself when the door to the sauna is tugged open harshly.

“Hey, whoever’s in here has to go, we’re closing in--whoa.”

Jihoon stands in the doorframe, towel slung over his shoulder and hair mussed from a workout as he stares at Soonyoung’s naked body hoisting you up and keeping you pressed tight against the wall.

“Uh…”

He can’t deny the way his cock twitches in his sweats when Soonyoung makes no efforts to stop fucking you.

You really did look pretty like that.

“Mmh, a-ah, m-master…. P-please…!”

Jihoon feels goosebumps rise on his skin at your broken cries and shameless moans that only resonate in the small sauna room - hand clenched right around the towel’s edge as he gulps.

“Well, are you gonna stand there all day, Jihoon? I can’t tell you how much tighter my kitten’s getting with you watching her get her pretty ‘lil cunt fucked.”

Jihoon will admit he’d never done this before.

“God, your fucking pussy is so fuckin’ tight around my cock..!”

But he falls into it with ease when he rocks into you from behind; hands on your waist and cock filling you up perfectly as your walls clamp down onto him harder.

Soonyoung keeps your mouth stuffed full of his cock as he smirks down at your head - hands tangled into your hair as he guides your mouth down onto him.

“I think she was hoping you would walk in. Right, kitten? Did you think Jihoonie was handsome when you saw him?”

The two males share a knowing glance before they’re both thrusting into you at the same time; both of their cocks making you whine and clench at the fullness you feel from both ends.

“God, is she always this wet and tight? Fuck, it feels like she’s gonna cum already.”

Soonyoung lets out a humming noise before he’s tugging on your hair harshly. “Oh? I didn’t know you were so sensitive, kitten.” He mocks, “Or is it just that you’re finally satisfied with two cocks inside your needy mouth and cunt, hmm?”

You moan around him in return; eyes crossing when he pulls on your hair harder. The slight sting bleeds into pleasure as they only start fucking you faster - body jerking between them both.

“I did think she was pretty cute~ Who would’ve thought I’d get to fuck her ‘lil cunt too. Can I cum inside of her?”

The primal need in you wants them both to cum inside of you and fill you up to the brim with their hot cum but you let Soonyoung make the decision as you whimper around his cock instead.

“Got a better idea. Let’s cover her pretty body up in our cum instead. Then get her ‘cleaned’ up in the showers.” He grins.

Soonyoung had to admit - you looked good being stuffed full of cock and he could only imagine the other positions they could get you in with more space in the showers.

Jihoon nods, doubling his pace when he feels you getting even tighter around him from the suggestion.

“I did say she should come around more often~ Maybe you can keep me busy when Soonyoung’s in his training session~” The latter is directed to you and you can’t help but think about sitting on Jihoon’s cock while the two of you sat at the receptionist table or even you on your knees sucking him off from underneath the table while he greeted customers. 

Your thighs tremble when you feel Soonyoung and Jihoon’s cocks throbbing inside of you and when Jihoon wraps a hand around your tail and tugs on it - you can’t stop your orgasm that has you crying around Soonyoung’s cock as your walls flutter around Jihoon’s.

“Oopsies~” Jihoon lets you ride out your orgasm with his cock snug between your walls and Soonyoung massages the base of your ears as you moan around him.

“Her pretty body is so sensitive~ Will she even be able to take more of our cocks after this?”

Soonyoung makes an acknowledging sound as he pretends to think and he’s quick to tug you off of him by the hair as a thread of precum and spit connect your chapped lips to the head of his cock.

“Well? Think you can still take more of us even though your filthy ‘lil cunt already came, kitten?”

You let out a sniffle; eyes wet with fresh tears as the pleasure washes over your entire body.

“Y-yes, master… P-please… fuck me m-more…” Your voice is hoarse and your cheeks stained with tears when Soonyoung lets go of your hair - letting your head roll forward as the sauna’s heat finally catches up to you.

Your entire body buzzes with the post orgasmic bliss but a disappointed moan falls from your lips when you feel Jihoon start to pull out of you.

“Sit up for us, kitten~” Soonyoung coos, vastly different from his rough touch from moments prior. “Be a good ‘lil slut for us.” 

You do your best to obey as you sit on the wooden bench, licking your lips when they both approach you with a hand around their cocks.

“Open your mouth.” Jihoon murmurs. You do as you’re told as they stand on either side of you, jerking themselves off as you sit with your eyes closed and tongue out waiting for them to cum all over you.

There’s a soft growl from Jihoon who cums first - hot rivulets of cum hitting the left side of your face and chest as you moan and grind down onto the bench underneath you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….!”

And it only takes a few more expert flicks of Soonyoung’s wrist before he’s following suit; growls on his lips as he watches your face and body get covered in a mixture of his and Jihoon’s cum.

“Such a messy ‘lil slut… I’ve never seen you this content, kitten~”

Mewling, you open your eyes to watch their hands on their cocks, milking themselves of their orgasm as you draw your tongue back into your mouth to swallow up all the cum that’s landed on it. 

“Fuck, she’s so pretty.”

Soonyoung beams down at you; the pride in his chest swelling knowing that you were his. “I know.”

You can’t help but grind down against the bench more; feeling empty and craving them inside of you again when they start to come down from their highs. 

Their scents make you feel dizzy - heady fuzzy from a combination of it and the heat inside the sauna.

“M-master… I--I want m-more… p-please...”

They both snicker, nodding at each other when Jihoon starts to back away first to collect his things.

“I’ll meet you two in the shower room?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made a mess in here, Soonyoung…”

“Why?”

“Who’s gonna clean it now?”

“I mean--”

“It’s gonna be one of us so…”

“We can just--”

“I’m already off the clock sooooo...”

Soonyoung lets an exasperated sigh out before he stares pointedly at Jihoon. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god. We’ll both do it, okay? I’ll let kitten take a nap in one of the rooms while we clean and then you can go home. Agreed?”

“Fine. But only if you let me play with her again.” 

Soonyoung rolls his eyes as he nods - already reaching for a clean towel to wipe off the dried cum on the sauna’s bench. 

“Deal.” 

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