#but COME ON! IM TRYING TO HUSTLE HERE

[gumy-shark]

aesthetic attraction is something that can be so annoying

#i’m trying to do my JOB and then i see a guy with muscles in a tank top and now i’m going 😳 when i see him #almost out of obligation since that was my initial reaction to him #and it’ll fade in like 2 days probably so it’s not worth doing anything about #but COME ON! IM TRYING TO HUSTLE HERE

[octoberautumnbox]

Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

~~~

Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

~~~

You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

#lee chaeyeon smut #chaeyeon smut #girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut

[axelsagewrites]

Hii girlie,

can you please write a fic for Harwin Strong? Him & Targaryen!reader already got 5 children and have no plans of stopping anytime soon when it comes to making more babies🤭

Thank you❤️

Harwin Strong*Breakbones

Pairing: Harwin x wife!targ!reader

Word count: 1731

Warnings: talks of pregnancy/kids, teasing, p in v sex, breeding kink, rougher sex (not extreme), biting, smut 18+

Masterlist Here

it was the little things that made life so good. like rolling over in the morning and directly into the sleeping arms of your husband who even in his sleeps wraps you in a tight hug. you smiled sleepily against Harwin’s bare chest, placing a gentle kiss to his skin. times like this made you appreciate your older sister even more since you weren’t forced into marrying a cousin or nephew but instead your sworn protecter.

you were snapped from your thoughts as you felt Harwin place a tender kiss on your head, his hand moving to slowly stroke your back. “Good morning wife,” he mumbled into your hair like he did all mornings. “Did you sleep well?” he asked as his fingers moved to slowly brush through your messy bed head.

“I always sleep well with you by my side,” you mumbled against his skin, nuzzling into his chest as his nails raked against your scalp in just the right way.

“Then I shall never leave it,” he said with a sleepy chuckle.

“Good,” you said as you forced yourself to lean up so you could appreciate your husbands’ features, “But im afraid we must get up,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest to push yourself up, but you were stopped by Harwin’s arms wrapping tightly round your waist, “Harwin,” you whined but it came out as more of a laugh.

Harwin chuckled at your attempt to wriggle free, but his strong arms easily locked you in place, “You’re not going anywhere love,” he said as he stole a quick kiss, “I cannot leave your side remember,” he teased.

You sighed and tried to put on a serious face despite the urge to giggle like a young lady at court, “But what of our responsibilities? you have to train the new guard recruits,”

“We have other fine soldiers. let them train them,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face to gently hold your jaw, “I have marital responsibilities to attend to,”

You weren’t able to stop your giggle this time, but your protest did not end, “What of the children? I need to ready them and make sure they do not try miss their classes,” you said, settling into his chest as your protest turned to just words, “You know how fussy Rhaya gets when I am not the one to dress her,”

“Our children are lucky to have you as a mother,” he hummed making your heart warm. you had done your best to be a true mother to your children despite many of your station passing them off to others to be raised. “Maybe another lucky child will join us soon,”

you rolled your eyes with a light smile, “I have already told you the maester confirmed it was all a mistake. I am not with child,” you said. initially you had both been a little disappointed by the news but the busy hustle of your current litter of children made it easy to forget your upset.

however, a grin crept on Harwin’s face as his hands moved from your waist down your back to your ass, grabbing it suddenly making you gasp, “Not yet wife,” he grinned.

“Husband,” you scolded, hitting his chest knowing your fists were like taps to his frame, “You would make me late to our children for your own needs?” you said with fake annoyance, but he could see the grin teasing the corner of your lips.

“Not my needs dear wife,” he said, his hands moving slowly down to rest on the backs of your thighs, pushing your shift up so he could rub his thumbs over your bare skin, “My marital needs. after all I swore an oath to you. what kind of husband would I be if I did not fulfil it?”

“I think the five others who are currently tormenting their maids prove your more than capable sweet husband,” you said as you finally moved to sit up, but Harwin grabbed your hips, forcing you to stay sat on his lap.

he leaned forward, kissing you suddenly with one hand holding your jaw, the other your hip. the kiss was soft and slow as you felt his fingers squeeze the flesh of your hips which he often praised. despite being married with children he still took the breath out of you with just a kiss, “I suppose,” you said against his lips as you tried to catch your breath, “being a little late never hurt,”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, his lips brushing yours with every word as his hand found the back of your neck.

you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he lightly ground his hips up, pressing his growing bulge into your clothed cunt. you knew by how tightly he was gripping your hip there would be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. after all there were two reasons, he was called breakbone.

still, you gasped when he suddenly flipped you onto your back. Harwin grinded his hips down slowly, teasing you with each press of his hips against yours. his hands began to roam your body, squeezing your waist and breasts over your shift. his fingers trailed softly along the edge of your neckline before suddenly ripping the soft fabric. you gasped as the fabric ripped, the sudden breeze making your nipples harden.

your soft moans were covered by Harwin’s lips as his fingers began to softly roll your pebbled nubs between his calloused hands. his hands may be rough with a sword but soft on you as he traced around the sensitive buds between squeezes. “You still need to go?” he asked, breaking the kiss for only a moment.

“Im not going anywhere,” you said before pulling him back in for a deep kiss, your hands tangled in his hair.

you whined into the kiss when you felt his hands fall from your nipples, but an excitement began to build as you felt him pulling at his undergarment’s strings. your hands fell from his hair to run down his chest, feeling his muscles as you lightly trailed your fingers down his hot skin. however, it did not take him long to undo his trousers and push whatever fabric was in the way to the side.

you moaned as you felt his fingers trail along your cunt, pausing to tease the entrance of your hole, “Always so ready for me,” he praised as he moved to hold his cock. he lined his tip up with yours, the tip barely pushing in as you bit back a whine, “You want me to fuck you princess?” he asked, brushing the hair off your face with his spare hand, “Fuck you till you are filled with my child? till you scream my name?”

“Yes,” you moaned, gasping as he slowly began to push in, “Please Harwin please fuck me already,”

“I like when you beg,” he mused, his head falling to place soft kisses to your neck as he slowly pushed deeper inside, “you take me so well princess,” he said, his voice a strangled breath of groans and moans as he sunk his cock all the way in, “Such a good little wife,” he praised as he slowly began to move.

intuitively your legs wrapped around his waist, “please,” you whined, your eyes screwing up in anticipation as your fingers trailed over his shoulders, “don’t tease me this time. I need you. please,” your words seemed to move your husband as you gasped as he suddenly began thrusting in you.

Harwin wasted no time slipping a hand between your frames to find your clit, rubbing it precisely after many times of practise. you moaned as his lips worked harsh kisses along your neck to match his thrusts. he was called breakbone for a reason you thought as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.

as your nails trailed down his back you heard Harwin mumble praises and curse words under his breath, enjoying every scrape and scratch you were leaving. you could feel a familiar knot bubbling in your stomach as his cock stretched you out, pounding your defenceless bodily mercilessly into the bed. you wondered if the maids had grown used to the moans coming from your bed chambers of if the current sounds you were making still made them blush.

you did not worry for them however when Harwin grabbed your legs, pushing your thighs back so he could fuck you deeper into the plush mattress. your moans could probably be heard across the red keep by this point, “Please,” you moaned, each word interrupted by his thrusts, “Don’t stop, just like that,” you gasped as Harwin’s fingers dug into your hips tightly.

“I can’t stop myself,” he gasped, his thrusts growing messy, but it did not matter to you as you felt your knot tighten and your cunt begin to grip around his cock making Harwin moan.

“Please,” you began to whisper like a prayer till suddenly your body felt it would burst and you felt yourself come around his cock like a tiddle wave. your curses and moans did not make your husband stop however and you had to bite down on his shoulder as his thrusts grew heavier and you wondered if you would break.

“So good,” Harwin mumbled over and over as his thrusts grew sloppy and desperate before you suddenly felt that familiar feeling as his body tightened, his thrusts stopping, as you felt his seed spill deep inside of you.

you took the moment to catch your breath as your husband rode out his own pleasure before collapsing in the bed beside you. “That was- “he said between pants, “You are- I love you,” he finally settled upon as his gaze turned to you, wide eyed and exhausted.

“I love you too husband,” you giggled, as you rolled over to cuddle into his side, “But you owe me a new shift,” you joked as you traced hearts with your fingertips on his bare chest.

Harwin chuckled lightly as he wrapped his arm around you, “I’ll make sure to get you the finest of linens for it my dear wife,” he said as he pulled you tightly into his side, “See?” he teased, “Being late is worth it sometimes,” you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed despite knowing he was right.

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[assortedgoods123]

Severus Snape x chatty!reader Soulmate AU

Writers block with stardew valley stuff so im trying something totally different to shake the cobwebs loose

do ppl still need to say they dont fuck with jkr or is it a given at this point? (genuine question)

*meet-cute!!!*

*this reader has titties and gender neutral pronouns*

Walking quickly, your eyes are glued to your phone as you round the corner of a street in London. You are already running late for a meeting but you absolutely refuse to deal with your coworker's bullshit without something caffeinated in your hands.

Just as you are about to look up and find the entrance to the cafe you frequent, you slam into something. You squeak out a nervous gasp when you realize it wasn't a lamp post, but a person.

"Ohmygosh I am so so so sorry!" You say, frantically digging in your bag for your horde of cocktail napkins. Your eyes flit nervously over the stranger, realizing you're both covered in his drink order. Dabbing at his torso with your little napkins, his silence makes you about a thousand times more anxious.

"I really am so so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, it's totally my fault." You stammer out, glancing at up at his face while you pat pat pat his chest with your napkins.

Your poor little heart, already beating like a hummingbird in your chest, leaps into your throat at the sight of the hottest fucking guy you've ever seen in your life. The kind of hottie you would chase down the street to throw yourself at. You've done very embarrassing things to get a chance to know people who are far less good-looking than this man in front of you now. And because you were too preoccupied with your phone, you're almost certain you won't be walking away with his number.

And he's frozen, staring at you with a weird look on his face. Definitely the worst first impression you could have possibly made.

Never one for fits of grace, you frown and say, "People as attractive as you should come with an escape lever." You throw the soggy napkins in the trash nearby and add, "I hate embarrassing myself in front of hot people."

Still not getting a response, you turn and look up at him. "You gonna say anything handsome?"

-

Severus Snape has never been rendered this speechless in his entire life.

The day the courts ruled him not guilty enough for Azkaban was certainly shocking, but even that paled in comparison to what he was experiencing now.

He was leaving his favorite coffee shop when he bumped into a muggle. People are clumsy, it happens. But then, instead of apologizing and running away from the tall scary man, they started talking to him. The sweetest, softest voice Severus had ever heard, telling him he's... hot. Attractive. Handsome.

Every single time anyone has ever shown interest in him in public, Severus has immediately and viciously shut them down. Far better to come across as an asshole upfront than to be humiliated and heartbroken later.

But now, he had this sweet little muggle running their warm hands all over his chest in a matter of seconds. Before he could snarl at them to back off, he looked down and, well.

What was already a very low-cut top was now soaked with tea, becoming slightly translucent. Half of Severus was now laser-focused on the stretch of the damp fabric over your tits, while the other half was screaming at him to get a hold of himself.

You asked him a question, he realizes. Jerking his head around to face you properly, he blurts out, "Huh?"

Oh he's doomed, he thinks.

-

You gasp and grab his arm, "Oh no I'm already so late I need to go right now but listen, here's a bit of money to buy yourself a new drink it's the least I can do I'm so so sorry for running into you and dashing away but I really am late it was nice to meet you bye!"

Hustling away, you sigh and hope you run into him again. Such a shame you couldn't stay and flirt longer. Checking your watch, you growl and break into a jog. Fuck this day, you think.

-

"Fuck this day" Severus mutters, before heading down an alley to dissipate home. Just like him to meet someone who actually thinks he's attractive only for them to be so late they have to literally run.

It was only a fraction of a moment, but Severus knows it'll be the thing keeping him from falling down a pit of despair some nights.

Hating himself as he does it, he sniffs the money you handed him. It smells like your perfume. He sets it aside on his dresser.

Pathetic virgin, he thinks.

Later that night, however, he wakes with a gasp. "Idiot idiot idiot!" He snarls, yanking the covers away from himself. "You were so focused on them you forgot to check your soul mark" He glowers at himself in the mirror before lifting his tongue. There, on the underside, is a swirl unique to him and his soulmate.

His heart skips a beat when he sees it glitter in the dingy bathroom lighting. It's activated. And the only people he spoke to yesterday were you and the exhausted-looking barista.

He thinks of the look on your face when you saw him, how you pouted so cutely when you threw the napkins away. The way your clothes stretched over your body.

I've gone mad, he thinks, as he throws on some clothes and dissipates to an alley in London.

-

I am literally insane, you think.

You've been sitting on a bench outside the coffee shop you almost went in yesterday for about half an hour now. It's too early for anyone else to be up and about yet, it's about 3 in the morning. You woke up last night realizing you didn't check your soul mark after meeting that stupidly hot guy. Sure enough, it was activated.

You twist your fingers anxiously, hoping and hoping that he will show up eventually. You'll be so sad if it's not him.

Suddenly, you hear an odd noise in a nearby alley. Nervously, you run your hands along your pepper spray.

Turning your head to look, you see him. Disheveled and breathing heavy, he locks eyes with you and storms over.

Feeling slightly lightheaded, you rush towards him and lift your tongue up so he can see. Tears of happiness and overwhelm run down your face when he nods and shows you his activated mark.

"Can I...?" You open your arms, asking for a hug.

Hesitating, he steps into your embrace, standing like a stiff board while you sniffle into his shirt and squeeze him tight.

You have a good feeling about this.

(not sure how to end it so ill call it here 🤗)

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #soulmate au #meet cute

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Be Mine ~Pepper Stark Nee Potts xFem Babysitter!reader

Babysitter!reader for Morgan Stark after Tony’s death; a sex starved Pepper and Reader end up fucking while Morgan’s asleep.

Mommy…Master List

Request & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, age gap (all legal), smut, eating out, face sitting, smutty smut smut, etc…

Enjoy (;

You were the babysitter for the one and only Morgan Stark.

A few months after Tony’s death when things had started to come back to a rhythm, Pepper had realized that she needed someone to watch Morgan on days where she worked late. (because as kind hearted Happy was, she just needed a second reassurance).

Pepper had found you on a babysitting website. You were in school, in your twenties, looking for a side hustle in babysitting.

Sh had set up a time for you and Morgan to meet, and you two had immediately clicked. And it just went off from there.

You would pick Morgan up from school and spend the weeknights with her until Pepper came home from her job.

It was really a lovely gig. You didn’t do it for the money anymore; you did it because you cared about Morgan and Pepper.

Tonight, Pepper had gone to a gala. It ended up going longer than anyone could have anticipated. You had put Morgan to bed and were desperately trying to stay awake on the couch.

Around 1am, you heard the click of the door. Your head shot up from its half asleep position.

“Ms. Potts! How was your evening?” You asked with a slight yawn.

But you couldn’t even register her words… All you saw was her body. What she was wearing. The way the dress clung to her curves deliciously…

“Love? How did Morgan go down?” Pepper interrupted your intrusive thoughts and staring.

You blushed and sheepishly replied, “Really well. Right at 8, Ms. Potts.”

Pepper scoffed at your formality, “Please Dear, call me Pepper.” She exclaimed as she joined you on the couch with a sigh.

You both sat in silence.

“Long night?” You spoke out.

Pepper sighed again, “Yea. Sorry for making you stay here so late…”

“Hmm, don’t worry about it. I like being here.” You hummed in response.

You looked up at Pepper who was meeting your gaze.

“Ok well, I guess I better go.” You declared, getting up and walking past Pepper.

But before you could get far, Pepper grabbed your wrist.

“What If… you didn’t leave?” She whispered.

Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry.

Pepper tugged you closer to her, but you tripped and ended up falling on top of her.

“Shit! Im so sorry…” you immediately apologized.

But all you were met with was a pair of dark, lustful eyes and a smirk on Peppers face.

“I don’t know… I’m ok with this, if you are…” she whispered, grazing her lips against yours.

“Yes…” you immediately murmured, and Pepper immediately closed the gap smashing her lips against yours.

You both moaned into the heated kiss, your hips bucking into Pepper’s lap needily.

Pepper met your bucking with hip thrusts of her own, eliciting more whispers and moans from the both of you.

“Shit, Morgan.” Pepper exclaimed in a hushed tone, “We need to be quiet.”

You nodded eagerly, already getting down to the ground and on your knees.

Pepper muffled a moan at the sight of you and your actions.

You made away with her dress swiftly and spread her legs out for your access.

It was your turn to stifle a moan at how soaked Pepper’s underwear was…

You ripped it off, getting impatient, and immediately attached your tongue to her clit.

Pepper had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming in pleasure.

It had been ages since she’d felt so good…

You greedily lapped through her folds, not holding back.

Pepper met your tongue fucking with her hips bucking up to meet your tongue.

In a matter of minutes, you could feel her walls fluttering in desperation.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum…!” Pepper cried through her hand muffling her voice, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

At this, you added your thumb to her clit and continued to ravage her pussy.

Pepper did her best to muffle her screams as her orgasmic high crashed through her entire body.

You felt her walls clenched around your tongue desperately, and you lapped up all her juices happily.

By the time you had helped Pepper down from her high, her breathing was erratic and her legs were shaky.

You climbed back into her lap and connected your lips to hers once again.

She moaned at the taste of herself on your lips.

Pepper than shifted so that she was leaning flat on couch and you were on top of her still connected to her lips.

“Sit on my face?” She breathlessly asked.

Your breath fled you at her words. You bit your lip and nodded eagerly.

“yes please…” you moaned in a hush tone.

You quickly stood up and undressed yourself, taking your short and underwear off. Pepper was drooling at the sight.

You then carefully swung one leg on the other side of Peppers face, so that you were straddling her.

Before you could do anything else, Pepper was already pulling your body down toward her tongue, which started to graze your soaked folds.

You spasmed from the first lap through your cunt, crying out in pleasure.

“Shhh, love. Try and be quiet for me?” Pepper cooed in between tonguing the entrance to your aching pussy.

You nodded bashfully and needily, bucking your hips into her face instinctually craving more.

“More…” you whimpered.

Pepper smirked and then dove into your throbbing cunt with her tongue.

You rode Peppers face desperately, whimpering and mewling her name and a string of obscenities.

Your hips jerked to meet the pace Pepper was tongue fucking your Tight hole.

“Shit! Im… Im—” You whimpered, losing your coherence.

“Cum for me, love…” Pegger panted in between lapping through your folds.

You followed her words like they were command, and came, riding through your high on her face.

Riding out your high, you collapsed on Pepper completely out of breath with a grin on your face.

Pepper chuckled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time…” she panted.

You blushed at her confession, “Me too…”

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[megalony]

Worst Nightmare

It's taken me a lot longer than it should, but this is finally a Jonah Hauer-King imagine. It's partly based on a request so I hope everyone likes it, comments are always amazing on my Jonah fics, enjoy.

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Summary: (Y/n) is head over heels for her brother's best friend, Jonah. Who happens to be a big flirt with her. And when a pool party goes wrong, he's there to save the day, more specifically, save her.

Enjoy.

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"I don't know about this," (Y/n) rubbed her hands up and down her arms that were crossed over her chest as if for protection.

This didn't feel like such a good idea now that they were here. She wanted to go home. She wanted to turn around and head back and just leave her brother here, this was more his scene than hers anyway.

But it was as if he could sense the unease rattling through her because he slung his arm around her shoulders, reeled her into his side like he was pulling her under his wing, and smiled. Tyler wasn't letting her leave that easily, she had been invited here too and there was no reason for her to turn and leave before they had even gone inside. He wasn't letting his little sister chicken out of having a good time today.

"Come on, you'll have fun I'll make sure of it." Tyler didn't give her room to argue, he pulled her along and into the house ahead of them.

One of his friends was throwing a pool party since the day was blistering hot and the sky was as blue as the ocean it reflected. (Y/n) didn't know many of her brother's friends very well but they knew of her and always extended an invitation her way. It felt rude not to come along until she was standing on the doorstep, regretting every decision she ever made.

She let herself shrink into Tyler's side as they passed through the house towards the kitchen where most of the noise and hustle was coming from.

"Alright, I will get us something safe to drink, you wait here."

He was gone before (Y/n) could plead to tag along with him like his little shadow that all his friends knew her to be since she had been young. It was hard to get (Y/n) to do stuff on her own so Tyler always went along with her. He never used to enjoy her company until she grew up a bit more and then they started to get along much better. Now, he actually invited her out with him and enjoyed tagging along with her when she needed some support.

(Y/n) kept her nails punctured into her upper arms and her elbows pushed down into her stomach to try and relieve some of the nervous tension that started to rattle through her.

This was a bad idea. This was a-

"I was hoping you'd be here," The sultry voice that murmured into her ear made a shiver course down (Y/n)'s spine right to her toes.

She could feel goosebumps flooding over her skin when a tall, lean chest cosied up to her back and a pair of arms planted down on the counter in front of her, caging her in. She took a second to try and take a deep breath before moving. Her eyes trailed along the bare arms caged around her, following the rigid, tensed muscles and the veins popping to the surface from the heat.

Her body was slow and cautious when she turned in his arms until her back was resting uncomfortably against the counter and her eyes had something new to stare at.

His chest filled her view for a few seconds until she could find the courage to trail her gaze up further and look into those dark green eyes that haunted her in her sleep.

He looked different.

It wasn't just because all he was wearing was a pair of shorts; Jonah had been to (Y/n)'s home so many times growing up that she had seen him running round in just his pants and socks more times than she would care to admit. He looked older today. (Y/n) had seen him just a few weeks ago and she was always talking to him on the phone, they had talked only three days ago. But hearing his voice and actually seeing him were two completely different things.

He'd had his hair cut, his curls were trimmed down to short strands that were just starting to crimp up and he was starting to grow a beard. (Y/n) was so used to his boyish looks that seeing him look more his age was a startling difference. But it was something that made her chest flutter and she knew why.

"Why, have you missed me?" She could barely speak when he was this close and when he grinned and leaned closer, (Y/n) knew there was a high chance she might pass out.

"I've missed that pretty face, three weeks is a long time, honey." With his height, Jonah had to flex his arms and lean down so he was almost level with her eyes that could barely keep focus on him. He smiled curiously, watching her gaze flick from his head, down to his chin and then loop over his chest before she tried to meet his gaze again.

He knew she had a thing for the chain around his neck.

"Tyler brought me along, he didn't say you would be here,"

(Y/n) wouldn't have put up a fight if she knew Jonah was going to be here. She would go anywhere her brother asked if he told her his best friend would also be there.

Jonah was a flirt. He wasn't exactly a tease with her, at least not until recently, but he was always trying out his pick up lines on her or blowing her kisses or calling her pet names. He used to do it to wind Tyler up. Tyler didn't like his friends 'messing' with his little sister and it always annoyed him when Jonah gave (Y/n) attention and teased her.

Something inside (Y/n) told her that Jonah was doing it for her more than to wind up her brother, that deep down, he actually liked her the way she had fallen so hard and fast for him.

(Y/n) loved everything about Jonah, from his endearing personality to his flirtatious remarks and his winning smile. She loved the sound of his voice and the songs he let her listen to before anyone else. She loved the way he stuck up for his friends, and for her, and how he would do absolutely anything to make her smile.

"I turned up last minute… figured if Tyler was here, he'd bring you and then I'd get to see my best girl."

"Best girl, but not your only girl?" She didn't know what made her bold enough to try and taunt him back but the moment she did, Jonah's smile turned into a smirk.

She audibly gasped when his hands moved from the counter to grab her hips suddenly and tightly. He took two steps closer so their chests were merged together and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Oh God, what was he doing to her? He knew what effect he had on her, he had to.

"You're the only one for me,"

His lips were hot and wet against her forehead and his fingers squeezed her hips through her shorts before his touch was gone and he added two feet of space between them. (Y/n) thought for a moment that he was playing a game with her, that he was teasing or taunting her again, but she realised he moved because Tyler was coming back.

"Mate, you made it! Brilliant," Tyler handed a glass of juice over to (Y/n) and thankfully didn't notice the slight shake in her system.

(Y/n) had never acted on her feelings for Jonah or mentioned them to him because she didn't know how Tyler would react. It wouldn't be fair for her to tell Jonah in case he didn't feel the same or they tried to date and it didn't work. It would ruin his friendship with Tyler and make things awkward and that wasn't fair.

And Jonah wouldn't do or say anything to (Y/n) yet, not until he had talked to Tyler because his best friend had warned him away from his little sister, just like he had everyone else. But Tyler never thought Jonah saw something more to (Y/n), he thought Jonah saw her as a sibling, but he saw her as something much different, much more important.

"Let's head out into the sunshine,"

(Y/n) let her brother lead them through the sea of people and towards the open patio doors but she tilted her head back when she felt a hand on her hip. All Jonah did was raise a brow and smile before his eyes darted back to look in front of them.

He was playing with fire.

Both Jonah's hands found themselves on (Y/n)'s hips and he swerved her left and right, helping her dodge people passing them by. And when they came to a stop near some chairs, he squeezed her hips before his touch was gone and he moved round to sit with Tyler.

(Y/n) sat down on one of the plastic chairs and shuffled it a bit further back, away from the water.

She kept her eyes on Jonah for a while as he sat and grabbed a bottle of beer. He spread his legs out and leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching over with his hands between his parted legs and something about his look made him seem so butch and tense and it was thrilling.

When the conversation shifted and (Y/n) zoned out of it, she looked down at what she was wearing and slung her bag from her shoulder. She had worn her swimsuit for a reason; that reason being to get a tan in the sun.

(Y/n) didn't swim, not since an incident at the beach when she was little, on holiday with Tyler and their parents. Water didn't agree with (Y/n) anymore and even a bath made her feel uneasy. The most she would do was sit on the edge of the pool and dangle her legs in the water, that was as close as (Y/n) got. But she wanted to look the part and try to fit in with everyone else who was walking around in their trunks and bathing suits.

She stood up from the chair and slowly pulled up her thin cotton shirt and placed it down on the floor beneath the chair next to her bag. She shimmied her shorts down her legs and kicked them beneath the chair but when she raised her head, she caught someone staring.

The look in Jonah's eyes was almost dark and he had stopped talking mid-sentence, tightening his hand around his beer bottle when he noticed what (Y/n) was doing.

His eyes followed her hands that pulled at her bra so it covered her cleavage a bit better. The two piece was baby blue and white stripes in vertical lines and it was small enough to show Jonah a lot more of her skin than he was used to.

He looked back in front of him at Tyler but his eyes couldn’t help but look back over at (Y/n) until he couldn’t bring it in himself to look away from her when her attire started to distract him. The swimsuit (Y/n) was wearing showed off her curves as well as her legs and the way her arms were hugging her frame showed she was shy but that only made his heart beat faster. She looked so delicate, so lovely like that.

She made the music and all the voices drown out into background static and drew in his full attention.

And there was something about the way she pulled a book out from her bag that made him grin and chuckle to himself. Of course she would want to sunbathe with a book. She wouldn't want to sit and engage everyone else in conversation or listen or dance along with the music that was blasting out. As long as the boys were close by, (Y/n) would be fine with her book in hand.

"You look lovely, by the way."

Lifting her eyes, (Y/n) let her gaze settle on Jonah who was suddenly sat in the seat next to her which he shuffled closer until their bare knees bumped together.

"Thank you," She kept her thumb pinned on her page while her other hand moved to brush her hair behind her ear. "You look handsome yourself,"

"Hm, do I indeed? So, I was thinking-"

His hand reached out to hold her knee and (Y/n) let herself sit up a bit straighter as if it would calm down her furious heart and help her concentrate. What was he pondering? What was he about to ask her? If the look in his eyes and the way he was biting down on his lower lip was anything to go by, (Y/n) guessed it would be something good.

“Jonah, come on we’re gonna do a drinks challenge then we can jump in the pool.” Tyler ticked his head to the side and waved his hand towards his friend, begging him to come and join them. (Y/n) hadn't even realised her brother had moved back near the patio until his voice broke her from her thoughts.

"I guess the thought will wait a while, honey." His eyes darted to check Tyler wasn't looking before he leaned over and pecked (Y/n)'s temple. No one else would pay any attention to the little token of affection but Tyler might. It was a good job he wasn't looking.

(Y/n) let her eyes follow Jonah for a while and she put her book down to watch him and three other guys- including Tyler- mess around with a ping pong challenge that involved downing some shots. They were going to be drunk by the end of the afternoon and (Y/n) was going to be responsible for getting her brother back home in one piece, and probably Jonah too.

When Jonah downed his first shot and sent a wink in her direction, (Y/n) finally let her gaze fall back to her book, although she wasn't in the mood for reading. All she wanted to do was think and find out what Jonah had been ready to ask her. She wanted to know what his thought had been about.

One chapter was all (Y/n) could manage to consume before she was rereading the same line over and over again and it burned into her mind making her furious. She should be able to read a book that captured her attention, but one guy was stealing her mind away from her and consuming every thought she had.

She put the book back in her bag and leaned forward in her chair, wondering what to do with herself.

Maybe it would be worth a trip into the kitchen to see what other drinks they had available here. The juice Tyler had picked was crap and diluted, and (Y/n) would be able to walk past the guys, specifically Jonah, to get to the kitchen.

She kicked off her shoes and padded around the edge of the vast pool that was frightening even to look at. There was no shallow end, just endless depths on either side verging from left to right. It was a death trap to her.

Jonah's eyes were on her the moment she moved from her chair and she could feel his gaze clinging to her every move. (Y/n) tried not to let her breathing run away without her and control the way her heart was thudding harshly in her chest the closer she got to the ping pong table. But she barely got close to Jonah before he was reaching out for her.

She thought he was going to take her hand or ruffle her hair or do some little trick to wind her up and then smile at her with that coy grin that let him get away with murder. (Y/n) wasn't expecting Jonah's arm to reel around her waist and tug her into his chest. He pulled her back into his chest and leaned his chin over her shoulder while she turned to jelly in his hands, just waiting for him to move and mould her however he wanted.

"Come here, give me some good luck."

His left arm stayed curved around her bare waist and (Y/n) swallowed down a groan when his fingertips started to graze up and down her side, tickling her. While his right hand moved to grab the ping pong ball which he bounced expertly into the cup on the opposite end of the table.

A round of cheering exploded from the people gathered round but all (Y/n) could hear was Jonah's deep chuckle in her ear and the feel of his lips hovering over her skin.

"Thank you," He murmured whilst pressing a delicate peck to the side of her head before he let her go.

She didn't want to move but it would be rude to try and stay wrapped up in his arms when people were watching and her brother was close by downing his drink. So (Y/n) nodded silently and smiled up at him before she ventured into the kitchen on wobbling legs.

What was he doing to her?

She could feel his eyes on her the moment she walked back out onto the patio with a different drink in hand, still non-alcoholic as she was driving them home later. (Y/n) smiled to herself when Jonah's gaze lingered on her and she knew if her brother wasn't looking, Jonah would have reached out towards her to touch her somewhere, somehow.

She was only a few feet away from her chair when a voice stopped her in her tracks and brought her out of her thoughts.

"Fancy a dip?"

It was Jamie, one of the guys Tyler was friends with. (Y/n) didn't know him very well but she knew enough to know that Jonah didn't like him and if he didn't like Jamie, (Y/n) was going to be very wary of him. Jonah liked everybody, he was a kind soul, a warm-hearted person that people were always magnetised to. It took a lot for Jonah to dislike someone so anyone he didn't get along with, (Y/n) took note and stayed cautious.

When he pointed to the pool behind her, (Y/n) tried to smile and shook her head. No way was she going in there.

"I'm good, thanks,"

"Waiting for J to join you?" He motioned over towards Jonah and the rest of the guys who were still messing around and joking loud enough for (Y/n) to hear their cackles of laughter. It didn't matter if Jonah was in the pool or not, she wouldn't join them. She might sit on the edge and let her legs fall in the water if Jonah beckoned her over, but that was it.

"I don't wanna swim yet," (Y/n) kept her arms close to her chest, obscuring his scrutinising gaze over her while she tried to walk past him.

"Oh come on, just a little dip with me? I'm not that bad, am I?"

A gasp flew past her lips when his hands moved out to grab her hips and he pulled her closer until the cup in her hand spilled over them both and ice cold coke fizzed and stuck to both their chests. (Y/n) dropped the cup but the plastic didn't make much of an echo against the floor with the music booming around the garden. And nobody was paying enough attention to see that she was panicked and fighting him to get off her.

His fingertips were calloused and grabby on her hips and he held her far too tight considering he barely knew her more than to just say hello to in passing. And (Y/n) could smell the beer on his breath when he leaned closer like he was either going to tell her a secret or kiss her, both of which were unappealing.

"Get off-"

"Join me for a little paddle, won't you?"

His fingertips were bruising her sides and his arms were strong, yanking her back into him when she fought to get him off. The only thing (Y/n) could think to say was 'fuck off' which she tried to shout loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear and help get the message through to Jamie. She wanted help.

Frowning, Jonah set down the drink in his hand and snapped his head to look out across the garden. He knew that distant voice, he knew that pitch and the worry that came along with it.

His skin started to pale and his body tensed when he narrowed his eyes and realised who was stood with (Y/n)- or rather grabbing at (Y/n).

Who did Jamie think he was to start grabbing her like that? What the Hell was he doing? He got far too bold when he'd had even just one drink and Jonah did not like the way he acted around any of his girl friends and Jonah hated his attitude. He was smug and rude and careless and an overall idiot, but it made Jonah's blood boil to see him anywhere near (Y/n); his girl.

"Jamie back off!" His voice boomed across the garden and caused all eyes to divert his way instead of over at (Y/n) where the problem was.

Jonah slammed his bottle down on the table so hard the plastic cups toppled and shook but he paid them no mind. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he stormed around the table, aiming for (Y/n) but he couldn't get close enough in time. His heart stopped in his chest when he watched Jamie smirk in such a cruel, evil way with malicious intent hiding behind his eyes.

He pushed her.

His hands which had previously been grabbing at her hips and very close to pulling at her bikini switched to clench around her upper arms before he gave (Y/n) a very harsh, violent shove. He put all of his weight into his arms and forced her back so hard and fast that she had no time to do anything but scream before the water engulfed her.

"Fuck!" Jonah’s feet skidded against the tiles like the rubber screeching on a tyre as he pushed people out the way so he could bolt closer to the pool. His desperate shouts reached (Y/n)'s mind before the water was pumping through her ears and the gurgling chlorine and bubbles overwhelmed every one of her senses.

She couldn't open her eyes. The moment her feet left the floor and her body started to tilt, (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed as fast as she could and coiled her arms to her chest like she was about to fall into a coffin. Her eyes burned from the chlorine, it felt like she had cried all of her tears into the pool and her eyes were sore and broken even though they were closed as tightly as possible.

The water clawed its way up her nose and burned the back of her throat and the few bubbles that managed to get into her lungs felt like stones setting in her body. It was invading her at every possible angle, weighing her down and pulling at her like arms wrapping around her, dragging her down towards the bottom of the pool. Water loved her, it always had and it loved her so much it wanted to keep her in its depths forever.

As if a switch had gone off in her mind, (Y/n) kicked her legs out wildly and started to flap her arms like a bird in the sky. It was like trying to drive a submarine, her body wasn't going the way she wanted it to because she didn't know what she was doing. She wanted to go up but the water was saying no.

She can't swim. She can't swim.

That was the only thought Jonah could process in his mind before his arms stretched out and he dived into the pool two seconds after her.

The stark cold water shocked his system and sent his limbs shaking as his lungs froze and tensed at the sudden change in temperature. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the chlorine and to see anything but a haze of baby blue and streaks of white. But once his eyes adjusted, he was frantic. Jonah’s arms waded through the water as his knees came up to his stomach and his eyes scanned round for (Y/n).

When his eyes landed on her he rolled forward like he was doing a flip in the water before he propelled himself down just a few more feet before he reached her. His hands hastily grabbed at her forearms that he was sure had been moving when he dived in but now they were still and motionless. He wanted to shake her but he didn't have the time.

He curved himself closer until he was pressed up behind her and he could hook his arm securely around her waist, keeping her pinned behind his elbow so they were merged together.

Once he broke through the surface of the water, Jonah tilted backwards and pulled (Y/n) up to keep her above the surface. He shook his head to rid the water from his hair, eyes and ears before his eyes darted around the pool. There was a crowd, the exact opposite of what he wanted and needed right now and he noticed the music was still playing, at least a handful of people didn't realise there was a situation going on here.

It took a second for Jonah to reach the edge of the pool and when he did, he clamped his left elbow down on the side and pushed his legs up to lift him and (Y/n) higher. He bent his wrist at an odd angle to push (Y/n) up enough to shuffle her onto the ground so he could wrench himself up and crawl on his knees to be beside her again.

Water surrounded them in a puddle that slowly started leaking back into the pool and every inch of him was cascading with water like he was a block of ice melting in the midday sun.

"(Y/n)? Come on honey. Shit!"

Jonah rubbed his thumb over (Y/n)’s cheek and nudged her chin before he growled like an animal. He shifted her so she was lying on her side facing away from him and firmly but rather roughly hit the base of his hand between her shoulder blades. Trying to force the water up and out of her lungs because it was clear she had inhaled it. She wasn’t used to being under the water and she couldn’t hold her breath for that long either.

"You gotta breathe now honey," He moved her head so her chin was tilted down onto her chest so when she did cough up the water, she didn’t swallow or choke on it again. After a quick circular rubbing motion on her back, he went back to hitting her back to try and get her breathing just as he heard Tyler begin to yell.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

A sigh of utter relief left his lips when the water started to push and splutter down (Y/n)'s lips and chin, causing Jonah to hang his head and breathe deep. His hands planted down on the concrete either side of her head and he hovered over her, not caring about the droplets of water falling down onto her. All he cared about was that she was breathing.

"Honey… hey, hey calm down. Breathe for me, deep breath in… and out, like me."

He tried to labour and slow his breaths so she could start to copy him, her chest was repeatedly convulsing and quaking as she couldn’t take in a proper breath. And he leaned his weight onto his right hand so his left hand could rub slow circles on her back to make sure her lungs were starting up properly again.

“There we go.” Jonah whispered quietly with a relieved smile on his wet lips. He slowly and gently took (Y/n)’s weight and helped her to sit up before he sat back on his heels and wiped the water off his face.

A burst of violent trembling set in (Y/n)'s body and she barely managed to move her arms out in front of her. She didn't think, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything other than grab at Jonah's arm that had been resting on his lap. She coiled his arm into her chest and let her weight fall forward until she was leaning against his chest.

The combination of his burning skin mixed with the cold water dripping off him was an enticing mix that had (Y/n) shivering for a whole other reason. She nuzzled her face into his chest and dug her fingertips into his bicep as she felt his other arm curve around her back.

He pulled her closer and tilted his head down to press his damp lips against her wet hair that now smelt of chlorine.

"Why was she in the pool?" Tyler hit his hand out against Jonah's shoulder to gain his attention as he leaned forward on his knees, looking between his best friend and his sister. He had gone inside for two minutes to get a drink and came back outside to shouting and to find his sister had been at the bottom of the pool when she couldn't even swim.

(Y/n) could feel how her brother's question lit a spark inside Jonah, as if he had forgotten all about why she was in the pool. Too focused on diving in after her and getting her back out to remember why she was there in the first place.

"Jonah-"

She couldn't say anything and her hands that were tightly clamped down on his bicep didn't do anything to stop him from ripping away from her. His hand squeezed her hip and he pressed a rush kiss to her temple before he stood up and turned towards the cause of all of this.

Jamie. Within seconds, Jonah had his fingers dug into Jamie's shoulders and ran him backwards until he was jammed up into the fence. Splinters poked into his back and his feet barely managed to stay on the floor with the force Jonah knocked him back with and he barely had time to groan.

"You bastard," Jonah sneered the words at him and rammed him into the fence again to get his full attention. "Why would you do that to her, hm? Who gave you permission to touch her like that or shove her into the fucking pool because I sure as Hell didn't."

"It was a joke-"

"I'm not laughing. Or did you miss the part where I had to stop her from drowning?"

Jonah had never liked Jamie's sense of humour or his cynical ways and this just proved he had been right about him all along. No way was Jonah letting Jamie anywhere near (Y/n) after this little stunt. He didn't know where Jamie got the nerve or the impression that he could grab any girl he wanted and try to hurt her and throwing her in the pool meant he deserved some kind of punishment.

"What are you, her keeper? She's fine, she didn't drown."

"What I am to her is none of your concern, but what I am to you, is your worst fucking nightmare." With a swift move, Jonah brought his knee up until it rocketed into Jamie's groan and sent him down on his knees with a scream.

He would have done more, Jonah would have lifted him back up and punched him or even threw him in the pool for a taste of his own medicine. But he didn't. He stopped short when a pair of soaking wet, trembling arms wrapped around his torso and a delicate chin perched in the crook of his elbow, stopping him from leaning down to grab Jamie who was still writhing in agony.

"I'm okay, d-don't waste your energy on him, please?" (Y/n) could feel his muscles tensing and his arm twitching against her chest with the urge to lunge down and grab Jamie, but he relented and stood up straight. He would leave matters as they were, but only because she had asked him to.

Jonah turned his arm that was within (Y/n)'s grip and took one of her hands in his, holding as tight as possible while his other hand cupped the back of her head so he could kiss her temple.

When he started to walk away, (Y/n) followed at his side and kept up with his long strides while his arm stayed in her grasp.

The look on his face was furious, (Y/n) had never seen him look so dark and dangerous before. His eyes were almost black, his lips were snarling and his jaw was tightly locked. It made everyone move out of his way the moment he got close and he didn't care that he was leaving a water trail behind them, he wanted out of this whole situation.

"Jonah, it's alright-"

"No it's not!" (Y/n) stumbled back a step and froze in the corner of the empty kitchen they had been walking through. "He hurt you, that's not okay-"

"But you got me out, you stopped him,"

"You wanna know why?"

His free hand cupped her jaw, tilted her head up towards him and his lips smothered hers in less than a second. He swallowed her shocked gasp and any breath she tried to take. He devoured her lips like they were something sacred he had been searching for his entire life. She could feel his teeth nipping at her lip and his tongue pushed to explore her mouth while his fingers dug into her chin lovingly and possessively.

"That's why. I want you to be mine."

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[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 3

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐

The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.

Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.

“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”

Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk

“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.

“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.

Focus yn, focus.

“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”

Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.

My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.

Trin

Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?

Yn

Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗

Trin

I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕

Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.

“Earth to yn!”

Josh snaps me out of my thoughts

“Sorry, um what were you saying?”

“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”

“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.

With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.

“Can you tell me what he said?”

“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.

Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.

“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”

“That’s right uce. Day ones!”

Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.

Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”

Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.

Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.

“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.

Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.

“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”

“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”

“She sure was.”

I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.

Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo

Tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01 @harlem11680 @theogsamoanqueen @harmshake

#wwe fanfiction #wwe #fatu #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso x reader #wwe x you #wwe x reader #wwe smut #jonathan fatu

[goldencherryhazz]

SPOONING ON SET

An: just a little blurb about spooning with h on the set of the late night talking mv, which I am completely in love with. No warnings just fluff, feedback would be much appreciated, enjoy <3

‘Babyyyy?’ Harry whines from the bed he was currently tucked into.

‘What’s up H’ you reply walking up to him, dodging the various people and extras who were preparing to shoot the next scene for the music video.

‘Want you’ he pouts and you can’t help but chuckle at your boyfriend who had covered practically every part of himself with the duvet except his face, and his pout was clear to see.

‘Im right here, not going anywhere’ you coo at him flicking some stay strands of hair out of his face.

‘Wanna cuddle though, I’m sleepy and I need you to fall asleep’ he moans like a five year old child.

‘We can’t fall asleep though baby, everyone’s going to be ready to film the next bit soon’ you tell him but he was having non of it.

‘I can tell them to go and take a break, then I can have a nap and you can cuddle me, please, just want to be close to you, miss you’ and you can’t say no to that, not that you ever really denied him of anything. You knew as well that his persistence was due to the fact that he had been working non stop recently, meaning he was a bit more tired than normal, the use of beds for the video not helping the situation one bit, and whenever he was sleepy and you were around he would cling to you, not that you minded, you found comfort in looking after him in times like this.

‘Okay baby, I’m coming’ you say crawling onto the bed, and you can’t help but fawn over Harry’s beaming smile, pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks to which he lets out a cute little laugh. You shuffle so that you are directly behind him under the covers before laying down and spooning Harry, wrapping your arm around his plushy waist.

Once you are settled Harry lets out a dreamy sigh, you could feels his muscles loosening at your presence ‘love it when you’re the big spoon’ he says finally.

‘I know you do baby’ you press a kiss right between his shoulder blades.

‘Feel so safe’ he mumbles, yawning straight after he said is showing how tired he truly was. Even with the hustle and bustle of people around him all he truly cared about in this moment was you and the way that he could feel your heartbeat through his back which was enough to send him to sleep peacefully, knowing that your were right next to him. He had to battle with his eyes to try and stay awake.

‘Always gonna keep you safe H, my baby’ you whisper squeezing your arm around him a bit more.

‘Your big baby’ he smiles at the concept, loving how you were taking care of him at that moment, how you always took care of him when he needed you most.

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[zcorners120]

first of, you writing is amazing. your posts are written on a really engaging way, i just never want them to end. don’t know if you’re into writing for marcus armstrong or oscar but maybe something with one of them? being one of the f1 driver’s sister and seeing one of them on the f2 paddock? or friends with other f2 driver?

thank you so much, that means alot to me and im very flattered <3 i personally havent written for either but i will write this one for oscar, im not completely sure about his personality and mannerisms but ill give it my best go!

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; visiting charles for his race you accidentally stumble across the f2 paddock and meet the eyes of someone very interesting..

warnings; none

The hustle and bustle of the different mechanics, reporters and drivers in the paddock made you miss seeing Charles race. You clung onto your lanyard holding the paddock pass, trying to find your way to the F1 garage area.

As you walk around, clueless, you stumbled into a quieter area, still busy but not comparable to the chaos in the previous area. You saw that there were similar racing cars around, but not the same teams as F1.

"Prema, Trident, Hitech?" You whisper to yourself, confused.

As you let your eyes gaze around, trying to find someone familiar, you didn't realise a pair of big brown doe eyes, analysing you in adoration. As you stood there with your hair perfectly styled, nervously playing with your lanyard you saw a fan calling you over.

"Y/N, over here!" She called out, frantically waving and smiling as you approached her.

"Hiya, what's up?" You smiled, posing to take a quick picture.

"You look absolutely amazing, can I have an OOTD for tiktok?" She grinned, filming you and a certain person with his brown eyes staring at you from behind.

"My blazer is from ASOS, just a simple black one. My jeans are studded with rhinestones from ZARA, and my shoes are Prada." You explained calmly, pointing to each individual piece. {yes i know, slightly copied Isa's look from the Dutch GP ;)}

"Thank you so much, have a great time cheering Charles!" She hurried away, her eyes beaming.

"Wait, how do I get to the F-" You tried to ask, but she was out of earshot already.

"Bit lost there Leclerc?" An Australian voice speaks out from behind you, as you turn around to be met with the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen.

"Holy sh-. Uhm, sorry yeah I am." You nearly swore at the sight of him, but quickly regaining your consciousness.

"Oscar Piastri, can I ask how you've ended up in F2 and not F1, with your brother?" He introduces himself, his delicious accent making a grand appearance.

"He split off to talk to someone and I may have wondered off." You smiled at him, as he began walking and nodded his head for you to follow.

"As much as I'm sure you'd love to see me race, I can imagine your wanting to find Charles right?" He jokingly shows off his ego, as he wades through the bigger crowds to the Ferrari garage.

"Yep. I wouldn't mind seeing your skills though, I'm sure they're very impressive." You wink at him, breaking out into laughter afterwards.

"How about I show you my gentlemen skills by asking you out on a date for Saturday?" He turns to you, as you lean against a wall next to the Ferrari garage.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it." You replied, as he came closer to you.

"Ay Piastri! What're you doing with my baby sister?" You hear Charles' yell out, coming towards the pair of you.

"I'd start running now." You laugh, watching as he jogs away through the crowds, smirking at Charles.

"I saw you laughing, you can't laugh with other boys." Charles deadpans to you, his protective side coming through.

Growing up with three older brothers meant that they were all very overprotective with you and boys, and made it abundantly clear which lead to situations like this one.

"I'm going on a date!" You sing-sang to him, watching as he tutted and shook his head.

"I'm going to need Arthur's help on this one." He whispered to himself, walking after you.

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[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), slow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: here's part 4, i hope it brings you at least some answers! (if not, i know part 5 definitely will!) (and also remember there'll be 5 more parts after that!)

Wordcount: 2.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

It wasn't insanely cold at all, but it felt nice to hug your coat tighter to your body, arms folded over and shoulders hunched up, as you made your way down the street.

You weren't crying, but knew you would the second you'd get home. Kind of wanted to now, not that you knew exactly why, but you'd definitely watch something sad if the tears wouldn't come on their own accord.

Maybe the thought of Joe fucking hating you would be enough. Because that kind of was it, wasn't it? Joe only was mildly friendly sometimes because you were friends with his best friend's fiancé. That was it. No other reason. Just had to be nice because you and Mark were a weird package-deal he now had to deal with just because he was friends with Poppy.

Well... tough.

Jesus, you were all over the place. Thoughts going from, why does he hate me? to, so what if he does?

Just as you turned a corner, you heard someone run up behind you. There were people about all over, so footsteps nearing didn't necessarily mean they had anything to do with you. But then before you knew it, someone fell into step next to you.

Joe.

Stubborn as you were, you just kept walking and didn't acknowledge him. Didn't say anything, and then, in some sort of weird power play, neither did he.

Silence.

Arms crossed. Shoulders high. Eyes down at your feet. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

With every step it became more and more annoying that he was just... there. That he followed you. That he was now walking with you, and that he wasn't fucking saying anything.

Not that you wanted to talk.

You kind of wanted him to leave.

But you could rise above it. Try to be the bigger person. Keyword being try.

You came up to an intersection and you knew that Joe needed to take a left to make it to his place. Instead, Joe took a right and kept up the pace next to you.

"What are you doing?" you refused to look at him still.

"Walking you home,"

It made you grunt under your breath a little, so annoyed by the fact that Joe followed the code of chivalry just so he could tell Mark and Poppy that he'd done the right thing. This wasn't a genuine thing. Joe didn't care about your safety more than he did his own standing with his friends.

"You don't need to, I'm fine on my own, thanks," and you sped up, but Joe followed suit and you secretly debated stopping all together to see if he would too.

"I know you will be," Joe said, voice sort of flat, void of any emotion towards you at all. "But you do understand that Mark would skin me alive if I didn't at least make sure you got home all right,"

How the fuck did him admitting to walking you home for his own sake rather than yours make him suddenly feel more sincere?

It's because honesty was still honesty, even if you didn't like the truth. It softened you a little despite everything, just, a little flicker of, at least you're not lying to me.

But you buried your kinder feelings quickly, shook them off and forced your thoughts elsewhere. There were enough other people about, enough hustle and bustle happening all around you for you to divide attention. There was plenty to look at, plenty to listen to and plenty to think of.

Walking beside Joe without sharing any words only really became weird when the streets became quieter and emptier as you got closer to your flat.

It was silent for a while, just the sound of your in-sync footsteps following you. You realised you were growing more and more annoyed at the sight of your old jeans and ratty trainers next to Joe's pressed trousers and shiny loafers.

So pretentious, you thought.

It's just his style, you thought immediately after, berating yourself for thinking mean shit all the time. Just because Joe didn't like you - potentially hated you - didn't mean you had to think mean shit of him in return. You could be the adult here. The grown-up who was above all of this dumb teenage behaviour.

"I'm sorry," Joe suddenly said, "I shouldn't have said–"

"That's okay," you lied, not needing his apology.

Joe accepted your interruption, and another silence took over.

Rise above, you thought to yourself. Rise above all of it.

When you had to wait at a crossing, you suddenly sighed, loudly.

"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have snapped the way–"

"That's okay," Joe said, copying your earlier interjection and you were scared to look up at him in case he was smiling.

You weren't going to accept it quite as easily though.

"It's just," you inhaled a sharp breath, "I don't know, I made a shitty comment and I regret it and I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, because I have too, and," you winced in true regret.

"What do you mean?"

Cool. Joe was going to make you repeat yourself. Rub salt into that wound. Sure. Why the fuck not?

"Do people not constantly ask you if you're dating Poppy?"

"Only everyone," Joe said, and you could hear his smile as he said it. You still refused to look. "Especially, my mum," Joe then added, and you couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped you.

You quickly reeled it all back in though. Cleared your throat. Kept your smile to yourself, and your eyes down where they had been for most of your walk.

You assumed Joe would elaborate, but it stayed quiet next to you.

Awkward and familiarly distant, exactly like you knew Joe to be.

Suddenly, Joe jogged a few steps ahead as you walked past a pub, and you saw him reach for the door - not to the pub, but to the place next to the pub. You slowed to a halt.

"Gelato?"

Joe couldn't just say ice cream like a normal person, could he?

"My treat," Joe waited patiently, the door to the ice cream place held open by one hand, whilst the other resided in one of his pockets. It was past 10 by now, but there were still people inside getting their sugary fix of Italian desert and you were about to say no, until you stomach growled.

You'd barely had any food tonight, and even though it wasn't exactly the type of weather to indulge in a cold treat, you actually really craved something sweet. Looking at all the bright colours of frozen goodness behind the glass only confirmed that for you.

You gave an exaggerated sigh, playing now, and said "Fine," through an eye roll. As if saying yes to ice cream was a favour you were doing Joe, and not the solution you needed to sober up a little.

The smallest of smiles appeared on Joe's face, head tipping down as you walked past him, stepping inside, before he followed you.

Five minutes later, you were sat at a small table, both with little tubs of beautiful ice cream and little plastic colourful spoons, shoveling straciatella and pistachio goodness into your gobs.

You were practically groaning over how good it was.

"How's yours?" you asked when Joe didn't seem half as into it as you were.

Ever silent, ever cumbersome.

"Oh, s'good," he said before he went in for another bite, and you had to really resist the urge to reach over and go for a spoonful from his portion.

It was like Joe read your mind, because, before you had even really finished your thought, he nonchalantly slid his tub of ice cream across the table.

You just looked at it for a moment as he still held it in his hands, and then tapped it against the surface, signaling for you to dig in.

Interesting.

You took a small spoonful, and Joe was right. That was good. Yours was better though.

Were you the type of people to share ice cream together?

No. Far from it, actually.

But did you?

"Mine's better,"

Yes, you did.

You copied Joe, sliding your tub over to his side of the table for him to have a taste of yours.

Joe took a far larger glob of ice cream from you than you'd taken from him, but you didn't say anything. He'd paid, and you had just claimed that yours was better, so you let it slide.

Joe narrowed his eyes up at the ceiling and worked the taste of your choice of ice cream into his mouth before swallowing and concluding, "Yea, that's good too."

Not agreeing, not disagreeing, but a secret third nonthreatening thing: light diplomacy. It kind of made you chuckle at how safe Joe was being. Earlier you'd been full force trying to ruffle each other's feathers all over. Now, it was careful words, and silence.

You decided to take advantage.

"I feel bad,"

Joe's eyes shot up to look at you.

"I shouldn't have said anything about the picture of you and Poppy," and you kind of meant it.

"I don't know why I brought it up. It was stupid, you can do whatever you want in your own house, it's - it's not fair of me to assume anything, and,"

Joe was about to say something, so you upped your volume to make sure he'd let you finish.

"And, I want to say sorry, I can be... I don't know, vengeful and unforgiving if I don't use my brain, so, I'm sorry. Forget I said anything about it."

Joe listened, and then looked at his last few bites of ice cream before he chuckled.

Laughed.

For a moment you thought he was laughing at you, and you could feel your defenses itch. You were absolutely ready to fall right back into snarky comments and glares.

But then Joe squeezed his eyes shut, scrunched up his nose and said,

"It's unbelievable how much you and Poppy are alike,"

You eyed him somewhat suspiciously.

"Honestly, it's remarkable. Might as well be the same person."

You'd heard Mark say this time and time again, but you were curious what similarities Joe could see. He barely knew you, after all.

"Alike how?"

"Well, for starters," Joe made big eyes and inhaled a deep breath. "Vengeful and unforgiving? Tick," Joe said as he pretended to tick an item off an imaginary list. "Apologising for it? Tick,"

You huffed a laugh, and saw Joe smile too.

"No, I'm joking," Joe continued, "But sometimes she... tonight Poppy got drunk just because she..." Joe paused, and you thought you could sense a little hesitation. "She forgot to use her brain and got a little vengeful and a little unforgiving," Joe finished, keeping things vague and unclear.

"Was it about Mark?" you pried.

Joe just smiled at you.

"She worries too much,"

You mimicked ticking that off whatever imaginary list Joe'd been writing on, because you fucking worried about everything all of the time. Joe huffed a laugh at it, and another short silence fell where you finished your ice cream and then watched Joe finish his.

"I know Poppy gets jealous sometimes," you confessed. "It's truly unnecessary, because I would never, ever. Never. With Mark, I mean," and you visibly shuddered at the thought. "Absolutely not," you weren't sure if you needed Joe to know, or if you hoped that he'd tell Poppy that you said that.

"It's not that," Joe said, which kind of threw you for a loop. "That's not what she worries about,"

And like you weren't in the middle of a somewhat civilized conversation, especially considering it was the two of you doing the talking, Joe collected your empty tubs and spoons and got up, ready to leave. He dumped the rubbish into a bin near the front, and then kindly held open the door for you again as you headed out.

Outside, you carried on the walk over to your flat, but this time, it was a lot more leisurely than before. Slower steps. Hands in your pockets instead of crossed over your chest. Shoulders relaxed. The air not quite as... hostile as before.

You looked at Joe and wondered if you were going to have to ask him what he meant earlier. You could practically see him think. Go over what to reveal to you, and what not to. For Poppy's privacy, you were sure.

Giving him a minute seemed to do the trick, because suddenly, he spoke.

"She worries that you know Mark better than she does... that you mean more to him than she ever will,"

Silly, you thought. Didn't say it.

"She's always like, am I still only second best to him?"

"Oh my God," you didn't want to sound like you thought that was the dumbest thing you'd ever heard, but that just slipped right out.

"No, I know," Joe smiled, immediately agreeing. "Trust me, I know,"

"Second best?" you repeated. "Does she really think that?"

Joe just sort of nodded.

"But we're not... we're not even in the same rankings. I might top the scales when it comes to all of his friends, but, Poppy is... she should hear how he can go on about her. It get's a little gross, sometimes. She really doesn't need to worry,"

Was this why Poppy had so intensely told you that you were important to her at the bar? Had Poppy and Joe talked, and had she shared all of her vengeful and unforgiving thoughts before using her brain and apologising? Was telling you she loved you with your face squished in her hands her way of apologising to you?

"Can you tell her for me? I'll do it myself too, but I imagine it'll stick more when you tell her,"

You rounded the corner into your street.

"I will. It's not... it's not always like that, though," Joe said.

"Oh, no, of course," you got it.

Everyone had their moments, didn't they?

"But can you blame her?" Joe suddenly said, and you turned your head to look at him. Joe had his eyes aimed at the pavement.

"What are you implying?" you asked cautiously.

"Well," Joe started, and if you weren't mistaken, you could see his jaw clench a little. Was that annoyance?

Was Joe annoyed with you?

For fucking what?

You'd been right before. There was definitely some sort of real hatred within Joe that was all specifically curated for you.

Great. Just, so great.

You immediately grew defensive, felt it bubble up in your gut, but tried to keep it there until you knew for sure it was needed.

"Mark's very protective," Joe said pointedly, immediately making you frown.

You wanted to argue, and tried to think of things to prove him wrong, but your mind faltered and words got stuck in your throat. All you could come up with were memories of your earlier teens where Mark's protectiveness was exactly what had made you become friends.

"Guess so," you mumbled quietly, sort of deflated, not really wanting to get into it.

Besides, you'd reached your flat, so rounding of your conversation was smarter than delving into a whole other conversation you would then need to have by your front door. Oh man, even just thinking of rounding off a stuttery conversation with awkward goodbyes made you cringe.

"But you're right," Joe said loudly as you pulled your keys from your pocket.

"The framed photo is a little weird, given that I cropped the two of you out,"

You stilled entirely and just looked at him. Looked to see if you could find a hint of humour. Anything to indicate he wasn't being serious. You came up blank.

"I'll see about replacing it,"

You just sort of blinked at him.

He didn't need to actually go and replace it, what the fuck.

You were a loss for words, completely unable to think of the right words to say, so you just stood there and said nothing until it became weird.

"Good night," Joe then said with a small smile as he nodded his head down at you before turning on his heel and walking back the way you'd come. A few steps out he looked over his shoulder, lips pressed into a tight smile and he waved.

Motherfucker waved at you with wiggling fingers and a kind face and Jesus fucking Christ.

It was dead silent in your street, and you really had to force yourself not to watch Joe walk away, not to listen to Joe walk away, until he was out completely out of sight.

Inside, you pulled your phone out and opened your text thread with Mark. You had one really important question to ask him, and it couldn't wait 'til morning.

"hey, quick q, why the fuck don't Joe and I get plus ones to your wedding?"

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

part 19.

"No, no," i laughed. "im not going to make you help me." i shook my head, continuing to work on the huge order i had received the previous night for a wedding.

"You're not making me help you. I want to." he slid his hands over the glass case, gripping onto the edge.

"You wholeheartedly want to help me?" i raise my eyebrow at him, "im fine by myself. It's not a big deal."

"Exactly, it's not a big deal. if you teach me how to make drinks and shit we can get this order done 2 times faster." he looked at his phone, "we only have 2 hours to complete it, anyway."

my stomach dropped. "theres only 2 hours left?!" i sighed heavily, "fine. let me go grab an apron from the back."

i grabbed a spare apron and quickly brought it back out to him. i tossed it to him and watched as he quickly put it on.

"Well, get your ass back here." i beckoned him, "dont worry, I'll pay you for helping me."

he immediately shook his head, "dont, im volunteering."

"Whatever," i gave in, knowing I'd end up paying him in the morning. "we need to make a couple of batches of croissants and a shit ton of hot chocolate. dont ask me why someone would want that for their wedding, but i dont judge."

"Easy, so how do i do that?" i rolled my eyes at him.

"Come with me." he followed me back into the kitchen. "Grab the 2 biggest pans over there on the rack." he did as told as i took the bucket of pre-made dough out of the fridge.

i dumped it out onto the counter, taking a rolling pin and beginning to work the dough. i rolled out half of the dough to be flat and cut the other half off.

he set the pans onto the counter next to me. "Now what?"

i handed him a knife, "Cut this dough into triangles like this." i took his hand gently and showed him how to cut the dough.

"Easy enough," he smiled at me before getting to work. concentration washed over his face as he worked hard, trying not to disappoint me.

i began to roll out the other half of the dough, occasionally bumping him with my elbow, causing us both to giggle. "So, come here often?" i say, awkwardly trying to fill the silence.

he looked over and smiled, "occasionally. so, is this some special family secret dough or something?"

"Yeah, actually. my mom likes to add pinches of random seasonings to whatever she makes, and this one kinda stuck. but i'm not telling you the secret." i smirked, nudging his elbow.

he dramatically rolled his eyes, "Fine, i guess." he replied sarcastically.

after all of the triangles had been made, i taught him how to roll them up. "we gotta make this shit quick, we got an hour left, and that's just enough time. we still have to hustle." i dusted off my hands, "i'm going to go prepare the hot chocolate. i trust you to do this, can you?"

he nodded quickly, "Yeah, it's pretty simple."

"Okay," i said cautiously, "i'll be back."

i walked out to the front part of the kitchen, the part that's visible to the public, and began the big batch of hot cocoa. i boiled exactly a gallon of milk and added, per usual, my mothers hot chocolate mix. i always thought my mother was crazy, making everything by hand. but it was her passion, and i dare say it rubbed off on me, too.

i glanced into the kitchen, watching how johnnies hands quickly rolled up each croissant. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed together. i heard him humming to himself softly, and the sight made butterflies erupt in my stomach. i realized Johnnie was the most handsome and kind person i had ever met.

while waiting for the hot chocolate to finish brewing, i stepped back into the kitchen. i approached  johnnie quietly, startling him as my hand patted his back. "You did really well, actually. That was super quick." Feeling as if i was about to throw up from the mix of butterflies and anxiety, i leaned over and kissed his cheek.

his face turned red as he tried to stay focused. "t-thank you." he shot me a soft smile before stepping back and washing off his hands.

i lined them up neatly on the tray, making sure to put just enough spacing so i could fit larger portions on the two trays. everything surprisingly went smoothly, and i slid them in the oven.

i sighed contently, "At least we got all the hard work done. now, we just gotta let everything cook, and then we can pack it. Does that sound okay?" i checked with johnnie.

"Yeah, of course." he took the apron off and hung it back with the others. "That was actually really fun." he admitted.

i scoffed, putting my hand on my hip, "you thought it wouldn't be?"

he rolled his eyes, "im just saying,"

i ran my hand down his arm as i walked past, "i know, johnnie. im messing with you." i pulled a couple of boxes out of the cabinet and set them up. i tossed him a stack of cups. "Would you mind pouring the hot chocolate?"

he caught them and agreed, walking over to the counter and getting straight to work. as he poured all of the drinks, i checked on the croissants and pulled them out of the oven.

i set them aside to cool enough so i could put them in the box. there was roughly 15 minutes before the man was going to pick them up.

with johnnies help, we finished everything with 5 minutes to spare. we stacked the boxes and put at least 50 mugs of hot chocolate in holders. we stood back to admire our work. he sighed heavily, "i think we did it."

i smiled. "You think? i really wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

he turned to me, stepping closer so that we were face to face. "i dont know, i think you would've made it. there's not much you can't do." he encouraged.

i stayed silent, staring into his bright blue eyes as i smiled. he pulled me in for a hug, his hand smoothing out my hair, holding my face closer to his chest. "Thank you so much for your help."

"Anytime. can i help again sometime?"

"Only if i can pay you." i caved.

"i dont- y/n," he pulled away, "i dont need the money. i actually like helping, i dont wanna be paid for that."

i hesitated, "If you insist." A man walked in dressed in a tux. "Hello! are you here to pick up the wedding order?"

"Hey, beautiful. yes, i am. are you the same woman i spoke to over the phone?" his voice was soft, almost forcibly soft as he spoke.

i glanced to johnnie, notcing how jealousy was written all over his face. "Yeah, i am." i nodded towards the stack of items. "heres your order."

"You're much prettier than i imagined. do you think i could get your number?" he smirked, pulling out his phone.

i glanced to johnnie, silently asking him to help. i was scared to reject the man. "i-"

johnnie spoke up. "She's taken, sorry."

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake and johnnie #jake webber #tara yummy #café #cafe aesthetic #cafe

[gimmethemaneskin]

Put Me In A Movie (Mickey Altieri Smut)

The deafening silence of the lecture hall was interrupted by the sound of my heels clacking down the steps, stopping once I arrived at the desk in the front of the room. Mickey had told me to meet him here so he could help me study for our exam on how movies influence culture and vice versa. With his extensive knowledge of movies, I thought he’d be the best to help me find the best references. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s nice to look at. 

“Looks like I beat him here.” I whisper to myself, smoothing my short skirt over my butt to take a seat on the edge of the desk. I pull out my notebook and my notes from our last class, trying to seem like I had somewhat of an outline and not that he’s very much going to be helping write this essay. I hear the door slam as his voice echoes throughout the large room.

“Sorry! I got held up after class, there was something I had to take care of.” Mickey hustles down the stairs, panting slightly like he just ran across campus to get here.

“No worries, I haven’t been here long.” I glance him up and down quickly, so he doesn’t notice. Damn, how does he always looks so good? His tight black short sleeve clung to his chest with sweat, his purple button down discarded exposing his muscular arms. His hair tousled excessively, from him running his hands through it so often. Lips plump from his teeth repeatedly assaulting them. I watch them part as he starts talking about something but I’m too focused on what they would feel like against mine or..other places that I have to blink and shake myself out of it. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Wow! Your attention span is amazing! I don’t know why you even need my help with this project.” He feigns enthusiasm while rummaging through his bag for his notes. 

“Ha ha ha. You know, I think Randy’s around. Im sure he’d be happy to help.” I hop off the desk and move to walk past him, but he grabs my bicep and squeezes lightly. I feel the breath gasp from my lips and pray he couldn’t hear it. 

“Yeah. By the time he stops tripping over his words and staring at your boobs, you might end up with a half decent paper.” He steps closer, looming down at me, still holding my arm. “Or you could have an amazing paper and a much better piece of eye candy.” He lets me go and steps back, gesturing to his body while wiggling his eyebrows at me. God, he’s so corny. 

“Alright, you’re a bit overdressed for how I usually like my eye candy but you’ll do.” I brush past him and take a seat in the front pew. I wonder if he can tell how desperate I am to get him out of his clothes. If he’s caught on, he’s doing a horrible job at making me pay attention to his words. Stepping up to the desk, he slides his hand up the front of his shirt revealing his happy trail, his toned, tan stomach, all the way to his chest. He playfully unveils a nipple before pulling the shirt down with mock embarrassment. I smirk and roll my eyes, crossing my legs to apply pressure to my clit that’s already throbbing in between my legs. The horniness in my brain has completely overshadowed whatever reasoning I had left when I utter “Why don’t we play a game instead?” 

He laughs and shakes his head. “What kind of game?” The kind where you absolutely rail me.

“Well since I know your dick is always hard when it comes to horror movies, why don’t we play some trivia, with a twist. You describe a killer and I have to guess the film. If I get one right, then you have to lose a piece of clothing. If I lose-” 

“Oh, I can see where this is heading.” He cuts me off, staring intently at me from where he’s leaning on the desk. He pushes off after a moment of us just looking into each others eyes. He grasps the seat I’m in on either side and leans in to my face like he’s gonna kiss me. He pants out his breath slightly, so close I could lick his face. I feel myself leaning in unconsciously, when he says “You’re on.” and goes back to staring at his notes. He faces me, looking very serious. 

“This killer only uses a knife and doesn’t say a word.”It doesn’t take me long with my answer. 

“Easy. Michael Myers, Halloween.” He claps, winking at me before pulling his shirt over his head. He tosses it at me and I grab it, placing it on the chair next to me. 

“Alright, this killer…” He trails, racking his brain for a good one.“This killer has mommy issues.”

“You’re letting me win at this point, Norman Bates.” I bite my lip, ready for my eyes to feast on more of his skin. He imitates a buzzer noise.

“Nope, wrong. It was Jason Voorhees.” He gestures to my blouse, ready to see some of my skin.

“That’s not fair, how would I have gotten that?”

“Hey, I didn’t come up with the game to avoid my responsibilities.” He turns his head while smirking at me. I sigh, standing to start unbuttoning my top. He licks his bottom lip, instinctively as I get lower. I thank myself for actually wearing a cute bra today instead of no bra like usual, but I know I was already fantasying about this moment since he agreed to help me. I pull the fabric out from my skirt where it was tucked in and toss it with his shirt next to me. I feel a sense of confidence wash over me as he takes in my figure. Striding up next to him, I take a seat back on the desk. Crossing my legs making my skirt ride up higher on my thigh.

“Well?” He blinks a few times and clears his throat, continuing the little game.

“This killer is from another dimension and feeds on fear.” I laugh, he really isn’t trying at all.

“Pennywise the dancing clown, otherwise known as IT.” I reach out a hand and tap the button on his pants. “What’re you waiting for, Mickey?” I bring my voice down while leaning toward him. He contemplates taking them off before looking back at me.

“Ya know, it would probably be bad if we got caught in here. Not wearing clothes. Someone might get the wrong idea. I mean, this is a study session after all.” He places his hands on either side of me again, while I uncross my legs so he can stand between them. I decide I've been teased enough and run my hands up his hips to his chest. His eyes flutter closed as I move to drag my hands down the length of his arms to his wrists. He quickly grabs me instead, holding my wrists together in front of me like I’m cuffed. I watch as his eyes pan up my body slowly, lingering on my chest for a moment before looking back into my eyes from under his lashes. I pull my hands from his grasp to cradle his face, bringing his ear to my lips to whisper,

“If you’re so scared, go lock the door and pull the curtain.” He looks for any sign I’m joking before turning heel and jogging towards the back of the room. He glances back to smirk at me momentarily, causing him to trip up the stairs and I can’t help the loud cackle I let out before clamping my hand over my mouth. He finally makes it to the top, looking both ways out the door before lightly closing and locking it, pulling the shade firmly down and turning the shades on the other windows beside it as well. Luckily, its a Friday so most of the staff and students had already gotten the fuck out of here and the few loiterers would most likely be on their way out too. Mickey takes the steps two at a time, undoing his pants as he does. Once he reaches me, he puts his hand behind my neck and kisses me fiercely. His lips soften after a moment, parting to lick across mine. I push my tongue against his as he envelopes my mouth, his free hand grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the table. He pulls back, panting and slides his hands up the outside of my thighs, pushing my skirt up then pulling my thong down. I lift up to slip them off, watching as he shoves them into his pocket. I tilt my head to the side, raising a brow at him.

“What? I don’t want any evidence left and forgotten.” He lays his palm on my chest, pushing me to lay on my back. Lowering himself to his knees, he spreads my legs further apart. His hands rest on my inner thighs as he rubs circles with his thumbs absentmindedly. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss right above my clit before pulling away sharply. I recoil, wondering if he heard something. “Wait! I need to grab something.” He runs over to his bag, moving things around rapidly. He grabs one thing, begins to leave before reaching in again and returning to his kneeling position in front of me. He places the first item, a condom, on the table next me and takes the second item in both of his hands, presenting it to me. 

“A camera?” I ask, not as if I don’t know what a camera looks like but wondering what exactly he’s trying to film.

“Better. A video camera.” He says, giddily. “I wanna make a movie with you.” He whispers against my lips, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth, looking at me for an answer.

“I think you take your major a bit too seriously sometimes.” I flick my tongue against his lips, which he parts to devour my mouth, cupping my head as if I’d pull away.

“ ’S that a yes?” He pants, before replacing his mouth so I don’t get a chance to respond. I finally undo his pants, sliding my hand against the ridge of his hip bone and lower. Taking his almost fully hard cock in my hand, I slowly begin stroking the head, smearing his precum around and the noise that escapes him makes me clamp my legs around the back of his toned thighs.

“As long as this isn’t apart of your grade, I’m down.” I pant when he finally pulls back. The speed at which he sets up the camera could give cheetahs a run for their money. He positions it so its focused on him between my legs. He looks up through his lashes again, smirking that somewhat menacing, but overall arousing, smirk at me. Mickey wastes no more time, licking up my pussy to my clit, flicking the tip up and down roughly before taking it into his warm, wet mouth. He moans into my skin, sucking harder as he pulls back and lets go with a pop. He continues to lick through my labia, dipping his tongue into my hole, only the tip at first then plunging the whole thing inside me. The feeling of his warm tongue jabbing up into my g spot while he brings two of his fingers to my clit makes me bite down on my lip hard. If I hadn’t already been so horny, I could’ve let him do this forever. However, Mickey is also overeager and his quick motions and intensity on my clit is building my orgasm faster than I expected. I grip his hair from the root, tugging a bit hard. “Mickey, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He pulls his tongue out, slowing the circles he’s rubbing on my clit.

“Well, I can’t have that. Not yet.” He removes his hands from me completely, looking into my eyes as he brings his fingers covered in my wetness to my mouth. Moving the camera to make sure its capturing everything, he pushes them past my parted, panting lips and I close them, now running my tongue up and down the underside of them and rolling it around the tips so he can imagine what he has in store for him. Mickey’s hazel eyes glimmer in the light of the midday sun coming in through the cracks of the curtains behind the desk I’m perched on, the hunger in them more evident than the bulge in his pants. My horny brain will never be able to forget how his face looks, half cast in shadow, half glowing in the sunlight as he pulls his pants down past his hip bones, his dick bouncing up as his toned legs come into my view. I firmly grab him, swiping my thumb over his slit before slowly pumping while twisting my wrist. He leans forward to kiss me roughly, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. I fight against him for a minute, wanting to prolong the kiss as well as enjoying the sting on my scalp. Our mouths part with a loud pop from the way he was sucking on my bottom lip. He pushes me to lay back on the desk a second time, he then makes his way around the desk and positions my head over the edge of the desk. He leans down close to my face.

“Open your mouth.” He states and I feel a flood of wetness between my thighs. I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue to which Mickey groans. He purses his lips and spits into my mouth, his warm saliva dripping down my tongue into my throat. “Don’t swallow it.”

He stands again, grasping his dick in his hand, he taps the tip to my lips twice before I part them. Immediately he slides into my mouth, pushing as far as he can go before I gag. I start to add suction as he repeatedly thrusts into my throat, treating me like the whore I am, keeping my tongue out so I can slide it against his balls occasionally. He places his hand on my throat as he slowly starts to push further into my throat. I hold my breath as I feel his dick twitch against where he has his hand around my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I hum in response, making Mickey roll his eyes back in pleasure. I clench my legs together, throbbing at the lack of friction I’m receiving while looking at the aroused distress on Mickey’s face. He pulls out almost all the way, my lips contracting around his tip to trap it in my mouth. I begin flicking my tongue against his frenulum before swirling it around a few times and sucking it further into my mouth. 

“Goddamn, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” He pulls back, taking a step so he can look at my red face, covered in mine and his spit. 

“Well, I can’t have that.” I use his words from earlier as I flip myself around to face him, standing up. I lean in to kiss him and he leans as well, before quickly turning me around and bending my over the desk. His chest presses to my back as he whispers in my ear “Im gonna destroy you, baby.” With that, he starts to push his swollen head into my wet entrance. Even with so much foreplay, its a tight fit. He’s a decent length, about 8 inches if I’m correct but the thickness of his cock is what’s stretching me in such a delicious way. I can feel my walls give way finally as his tip fully penetrates me, widening just enough to accommodate him. He huffs out a breath as he continues to fit himself inside me, pulling out slightly as he gets to about halfway then sliding back in further than before. He repeats this until he pushes his hips forward all the way, his balls lightly slapping against my clit, which is enough to make me clamp down on him. As I do, his hands grip into the skin of my shoulders, stabilizing himself before he pulls back and slams back in. Mickey’s barely moved and I can already tell that I’m not gonna last. His pace quickens, fucking my pussy open so he can slip in and out more easily. I hear the loud smack of his hand coming down on my ass cheek, the sting coming a moment after causing a new flood of wetness to gush down his dick, dripping down my thighs. Mickey realizes the affect it had so he does it again to the opposite cheek this time, alternating two more times on each side before groping my ass in his palms, his big hands moving with ease over my rapidly reddening skin. At this point, my ears are deaf to the noises slipping past my lips, consumed only in the feeling of Mickey’s skin slapping mine. I reach a hand down between my legs to cup his balls in my hand, isolating each one and lightly rolling them between my fingers. I feel them tighten as I go, clearly making it difficult for Mickey not to cum. He wraps his hand around my throat once more, pulling my body flush against him. Pressing a chaste kiss to my jaw, he then turns me around to face him again. I sit on the desk as he guides me to do so, legs still spread as far as is comfortable. The new position makes me moan unconsciously as he pushes back in, hoisting one of my legs into the crook of his arm to get deeper. He thrusts hard into my g spot, making me grip onto his forearms with my nails digging into his flesh. The half hiss half groan he lets out alerts me that he’s also getting off on the pleasure of the pain. I pull his face back to mine so I can taste him while he fucks into me at debilitating pace, each time hitting my g spot and making me clench around him harder. I know he can tell I’m close because he speeds up, pumping into me so rapidly I can’t help but cum without warning. A gush of cum begins to coat him, making it easier to ram into me harder and faster as his own orgasm builds. He pulls out of me suddenly to turn me the long way on the desk, crawling on top of me and immediately resuming his assault on my coochie. He holds my legs back, bent towards my face as he slows down to watch his dick slowly disappear inside me, pulling out agonizingly slow, then pushing back in inch by inch. He leans down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the bud before clamping his teeth around it and biting down, pulling up at the same time as he starts to pound me harder than before. My hands instinctively grip the sides of the desk for leverage, my head scraping along the edge each time he plows his cock fully into my fluttering walls. I watch his eyes roll back as he brings his fingers back to my clit, sending a new wave of pleasure through me. I reach up to squeeze my titties as he matches the pace on my clit to his hips driving into me. The bruises from his hip bones will be so worth it tomorrow. Something snaps in him as he gets closer, pushing my legs back as far as they’ll go while he grips my thighs harshly. His pace most definitely the fastest its been as his cock splits me open, the skin around my vagina expanding to his will. I feel myself begin to shake as my orgasm creeps up, clenching and unclenching around Mickey wildly before I whimper “Fuck, Mickey I’m gonna cum.” Just uttering the words makes me arch my back into the pleasure overcoming me, cumming so  hard it makes his thrusts stutter, my pussy so tight he can barely continuing obliterating me. He grabs onto my left tit with one hand, the other squeezing my hip like a python as he mutters out “Uhh, I’m gonna..-FUCK.” He pulls out fast, pumping his cock only twice before his hot cum is splattered all over my chest and stomach, some landing in the ends of my hair. He falls forward onto my chest, groaning so deliciously as he grinds down into me. His dick sliding across my stomach, smearing his seed around. He stands, much to my dismay and clears his throat.

“I hope this study sesh helped you understand things better cause I sure know a lot more now than I did entering this hall.” He says as he uses a tissue to wipe me off, leaning down to place a soft kiss to the top of my thigh. 

“Oh yes, I feel so much more confident about the assignment now.” I pant out, still trying to compose myself. He quickly puts his pants back on then tosses me my blouse and skirt. Once we quickly redress I start to talk as does Mickey.

“Go ahead.” He laughs with sigh. I clear my throat, thinking my words over.

“I was just gonna say, I do also need help in biology. If you're free tomorrow night, you could come by my dorm so we can…study.” I cast my eyes down, not wanting to meet his eyes in case he’s not a fan of this being more than a one time thing. I see him step towards me as he says “We don’t need an excuse for me to fuck you stupid if its in your own dorm.” I chuckle along with Mickey as I shake my head. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He snatches the camera off the table and stops the recording. “I’ll be needing this for when I’m going to bed tonight.”

#mickey altieri #mickey altieri smut #scream #scream 2

[thesherrinfordfacility]

ive had an epiphany (i think, hard to tell) and im going to shove it under a cut because 1) it's going to be long as shite and feral in tone, 2) if im right about this it could potentially be a spoiler, and 3) if im wrong then its at least camouflaged slightly

(does NOT however contain The Spoiler but references it in the abstract)

but i hereby submit for your consideration my thoughts on what s2 is going to be

okay let's get down to business bitch, tbh i just want to write down my thought process on what s2 might look like, crackpot theories and all

Amazon makes a reference to two things in their synopsis that i and others have remarked on before and think the wording is incredibly important: "attempt to fix a relationship", and "things become increasingly unsafe for them, in the past and the present"

to be completely blunt, and ill explain why ive arrived at this as i go, i think the plot might just be centred around the ineffable plan going to hell (metaphorically but see also: literally) in a handbasket

the whole point by the end of s1 is that noone knows god's true plan, and the fact that the little-apocalypse-that-could may have been the true plan all along. that the world is not meant to end, and that whatever follows is gods intention

so what happens if something or someone messes around with it? say, perhaps, crowley and aziraphale being chronically unable to mind their own business, and get caught up in fixing a relationship that may not have ever been intended in the first place? or, at the very least, aziraphale started it?

and what happens once they start meddling? would, perchance, things start going wrong in the timeline? their own personal one, and that of others? is this well intentioned matchmaking clusterfuck the epicentre for all things that have Happened to unravel?

take gabriel for instance. does something change on the timeline, in the ineffable plan, that means he gets punished for his part in s1? and heaven clocks that something has gone awry and sets out to find out where he's gone and what caused it? like, my boy goob was practically sent to earth to sit on the naughty step

the bit in the trailer where he gets his purple eyes back - is that part of alternate timeline unraveling? gabriel starts leaking through into goob?

did sandalphon suffer the same fate, and that's why he's not in S2? (i know the actor wasn't available but presumably they will explain his absence in plot terms)

beelzebub! they look like they've gone missing too, been punished and relegated somewhere else - was that meant to happen? the demons start to rise up and it looks like they come to attack the bookshop,

and what about the Dinner of 41? was that even meant to happen? or is it an alternate timeline of the church scene, and aziraphale and crowley end up having a wee romantic dinner and a bit of a cwtch?

the scene in the graveyard in the late 1800s? is that another true flashback scene, or is that the holy water argument gone differently? aziraphale agrees to help crowley get it, and takes him to a church at night to help retrieve it?

i think somehow the jukebox mystery plays a role here too - is the jukebox being stuck on buddy holly the first clue to aziraphale that something has gone wrong? that there's no reason for a song from 1957 to suddenly be playing on repeat, and it's a little rip in the timeline that sets them on trying to sort out what the hell has happened, and what caused it?

magician aziraphale: might be a flashback, or just simply a cute scene in the overall plot, or given that there were pictures and advertisements for his magic act, did he suddenly become a famous magician? literally able to do miracles, and he loves it, so why not have a side hustle?

im not going to go in depth of The Spoiler because i don't want to ruin someone's day, but does The Spoiler happen on the alternate timeline? after the "there's just god, moving in mysterious ways" scene? 👀

the weather starts going fucky, and all the green mist that was in the poster AND at the end of the trailer when the demons descend - not necessarily indicative of anything but seems rather catastrophic and other-worldly

and then the opening sequence! there's so much i could look at but the general atmosphere of 'everything has gone to shit' is really apparent, and little details like "the ladies of camelot", the bomb dropping, and the Titanic (?) in the side of the hill at the end is all screaming to me as being hints of major events having been messed up, or at least different points of time colliding

and lastly!!! (for now) the picture of the school of athens by raphael. other, better people have speculated on it better than i can, but ultimately i think we can firmly take this as an indication that crowley, aziraphale, and goob weren't meant to be there originally

(SIKE one more thing) then recently prime social media recently shared infographics of aziraphale and crowley's historic timeline from s1e3 and, not to be a knob about it, it was bold of them to assume that we don't have that half hour of screentime memorised frame for frame... So why remind us???

i have no meaningful way of concluding this other than the fact that i will continue to minutely analyse everything we've had so far re: s2, including the opening sequence, bts photos, the trailer, all of it... because idk about you but i am either lightyears away from predicting s2 or im about to win the leisure cruise and 5000 quid spending money... and there will be no in between

#good omens #i dont even have much to add in the tags for once #but this will likely be periodically updated as i find out more #and lets face it even if im hysterically wrong at least its a nice prompt for a fic #just give me due credit i worked hard on this #to be continued

[chisatobe]

hello , everyone !! i'm norb ( he / they , pst ) super excited to bring in my disaster daughter chisato ! her pages ( besides her profile ) are a work in progress for a moment , which i'll update here later , but i'll have the general gist under the cut. please drop a like and i'll hop into your ims to plot !

background:

born and raised in tokyo as the youngest ( by all of 15 minutes ! ) member of a family of 5.

her father is a salaryman and her mother a housewife. her brother is older by four years and she is a fraternal ( though many people mistake them for identical ) twin.

growing up , she was always overshadowed by her older siblings whom her parents always praised for their academic achievements. chisato was never an awful student by any means , nor a homebody by any means , but her siblings were just a tad more impressive and therefore more worthy of investment to her parents.

thus , she turned to fandom to cope ⸻ first it started with the usual , manga and anime , dramas and movies. sometime in the mid-2010s , she discovered b.e.t. , and that from that day on , she was hooked.

a burgeoning parasocial relationship mixed with being seldom regarded in the household as anything other than just someone 'there' led to a desperate desire to be noticed. her family didn't really take her fixations seriously , it was more or less something they thought she'd grow out of.

college admissions come around , and her sister matsu announces she's been accepted to kyodai to study history to much applause and 'ah , we thought so's. when it's chisato's turn , she declares she's going to study advertising and marketing in seoul ⸻ this is regarded with genuine surprise , but then the topic quickly fizzles when her brother daiki announces he's been accepted to a clinical internship the following year.

what began as a bid for attention then turns into a ball of spite where she decides that the only way she can remain a trending topic at the dining table is by being a trending topic worldwide ⸻ hence , her journey to become an idol.

it's a dream she's been steadily plunking her way through the last few years as she's been in seoul , making use of her marketing education ( and especially her focus in public relations ) to examine the idol market and see what makes people tick. the only real obstacle here is ... having the talent to make it. she's operating under the belief ( delusion ) that being complimented at karaoke is enough to make it in the industry.

her heart is set on studio delta both because it's home to her ult group and also because of the prestige that comes with its 'self - made' reputation ( despite not possessing skills in either composition or lyricism , believing these things can be easily learned. ) it's only a matter of time before she falls flat and her face and admits she might find a better home elsewhere.

as it's been slow going for her , she's picked up a side hustle as a nail tech to make ends meet. but she's certain that this year , as her education's winding down to a close , is going to be her year !

plot ideas:

favorite customer and/or guinea pig customer she tests new designs on !

foreigner buddies and/or language study buddies !

you get the sense that she's fame - hungry. while not malicious , there's something off-putting about how desperately she's trying to make it big.

fellow nerds whom she can either ' um , actually ' her way into annoying or who are on the same wavelength as her

flirtationships she would've fueled up until something almost happened because she chickened out ( and her only relationship experience is holding hands with another 5 year - old on the playground when she was a little kid )

mentors whom she's hoping to round out her skills with ! maybe in exchange for some tutelage of her own , either in japanese or any image - making tips she's picked up through her degree

older sibling figures she'd have gravitated to. she misses being the baby of a family

#be:intro #( * ╲ ooc . ) #uh yeah this was definitely posted in a timely manner !!

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Hello im R

Can you write a fic for Hermione Granger? Just any fic for her basically :)

These Moments

a/n: MIONE MY LOVE MY HONEY MY BABY ILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER. sell my soul? considerate done. jump off a cliff? ill do it in my sleep. get stranded in the Sahara desert? psh childs play. anwho- ty for requesting! i wrote most of this at like 1 am so sorry if it's a little wonky in some spots. but just know 1 am me is such a sap.

word count: 1.1k

summary: you wish moments like these would last forever.

warning: NOTHIN BUT FLUFF

hp - masterlist m.masterlist

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The silence of the Gryffindor common room was soothing. The usual hustling and bustling was at a surprising all time low. Where the fellow students wandered off to? You didn't know, nor did you care. All that mattered for the moment was Hermione's hair threading through your fingers.

Sitting on a couch, a pillow rested on your lap. And on top of that rested Hermione. A book in her hands while she was propped up on the cushion. Her legs took up the remainder of the couch, covered with a blanket you had given her for Christmas this past year. The fireplace casted light throughout the room. Allowing her to dive into the endless world of fiction she held in her grasp.

However Moine found it slightly difficult to focus with the constant brushing of your fingernails across her scalp. Her eyelids subconsciously fell shut now and then. The sound of your steady breaths and the crackling from the fireplace lulling her to sleep.

But she wouldn't give in. Snapping her eyes open she attempted once more to scan over the small black text. Resting the book now on her stomach, bringing her gaze down with it.

You watched her quietly. Your own book having been swept to the side onto the arm of the couch when a curious feather-like touch brushed against the back of your hand. Which was how you ended up here. Half an hour later and not a simple word was spoken in the room. Times like these were your favorite. 

When it was just you and her. The boys going off by themselves to do who knows what. To go be their dumb selves per usual. Maybe deciding to hex Malfoys toothpaste to make it taste like rotten eggs or something. Once again you didn't necessarily care what it was. For the fact you had any time at all alone with Hermione was a blessing itself.

The two of you both had constant school work to attend everyday (hers being more of the stuff she works ahead on and extra credits). As well as saving the wizarding world, what felt like every single day of your life was a constant worry and took up plenty of time in your week too.

Which was why you were grateful for these moments. Not having to worry about any care at all. Only caring about and focusing on her. Sure you were able to see her throughout the day. At lunch, in classes, or passing one another in the hallway. But she had a different aura when a comfortable silence aromed the air. Her face relaxes and she allows herself to be off guard and vulnerable with you. The mask that everyone knows as the golden student Hermione Granger comes off to reveal a tired, quiet girl.

Not to say she wasn't verbal. Of course she always speaks her mind and stands up for what's right but having to constantly stick up to irritating individuals on a daily basis wears on a person. Like everyone else she needs some time to recharge and she likes to spend that time with you. Just basking in your presence. Either it be in the library or your room. She found comfort in having you there when she needs it. The quiet reassurance that you would listen if she wanted you to. You would talk if she wanted you to. You would hold her if she needed you to. Anything. She could ask for anything and you would try your damned hardest to give it to her.

And you know she would do the same for you. All the times she's rubbed your back soothingingly when you bombed a test you studied so hard on. Or when Draco decided to be more of an arsehole than he usually was to you, she would be there to fire down his insults.

Which is why as the sky grows darker and the stars show through the windows you don't excite for the time of enjoyment coming to a close.

You took in the darting of her eyes. How she fought to keep them open in a silent battle.

"How about we head up to bed, love," you offered quietly. You wish you could stay here just a moment longer but with Hermione half asleep this was probably the best option. It was getting late and Snape had an important lecture scheduled early in the morning anyway.

Shutting her book she tilted her head to look up into your eyes. They were also fatigued with the wanting of sleep. Staring into them a second more before Hermione let out a huff through her nose and sat up. Dragging a hand down her face while you tossed the pillow to the side and stood. 

You held a hand out to her. She then planted her feet on the cold tiles of the common room. Taking your outstretched limb with hers as well as dragging her blanket in her other. Hermione grumbled quietly as you both made your way up the steps. Saying something about how potions were stupid and that this week was tiring enough. 

You huffed out a breathy laugh beside her. Placing a hand on the small of her back to keep coaxing her forward. You held the dormitory’s door open for her. Hermoine shuffled by slowly, flopping down onto her bed without a sound.

Letting out a snort you crouched beside her. Brushing away the strands of hair that fell onto her face. She smiled at you lazily. Humming softly to herself at the warmth of your palm on her cheek.

Leaning across the side of the bed you planted a quick kiss to her lips and wished her a good night. Once standing again your hands went to the air, stretching out your back. A pull was felt on your pant leg when you went to retreat to your own bed. You looked down at Hermione with a quirked brow. She scooted across her sheets to make room, patting the empty space while she slid under the covers.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” you jokingly asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. Recalling the last time you slept in the same bed and woke up with the other girls in the dormitory surrounding you. Staring at you like wide eyed owls. “Who knows maybe they’ll actually tell someone this time,” you muttered, plopping yourself down onto the pillows.

Hermoine shuffled closer. Resting her head on your arm as your legs instinctively tangled together.

“You’re McGonagall’s favorite. She’s not going to mind,” Hermoine stated, settling into your side. You hummed in response with an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Your fingers settling once again to run across her scalp. Her breaths grew slowly and more heavy. The crease of her brow disappearing as her mouth partially opened, cheek squished against you.

“If we get in trouble I’m blaming you,” you mumbled, eyes slowly following her actions. Falling shut to drift into the void of sleep.

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For your boy Reggie:

What is your character’s relationship with their parents? How would your character define a friend? What kind of image does your character try to portray to others?

FELLOW PARTY MEMBERS LOOK AWAY IM SERIOUS. knowing renn this'll probably come up at some point reggie will like. have a hallucination about it or smth. i have no doubt with the kind of ttrpg that ordem paranormal is that this will get used for angst

ok so reggie's mom died when he was 10-ish. she got really sick really fast and it was kinda hard for him to lose her that young. i don't think he fully understood what was going on and they were really close so yk. that's rough buddy. she taught him piano and he quit after she died and never picked it up again. and i think it kind of fucked up his view of death and gave him an existential crisis. maybe that's the root of his whole live life to the fullest no matter what mentality ykw i mean?

reggie's dad took his wife's death really hard and became kind of withdrawn in the aftermath. he wasn't like. neglectful and i don't think he was a horrible dad or anything. he was trying his best but really struggling with his mental health and that's part of the reason why reggie's such an attention seeker to the point of it being a little unhealthy now. it doesn't help that the treatment for the illness was really expensive either. i think reggie tried to repair his relationship with his dad later on but yk. there was already damage done. they're still not that close

also this wasn't part of the question but im including it anyway because reggie's older brother is basically like his third parent atp. i havent fully fleshed him out but he's like. a type a personality guy i imagine he has some big corporate job as a ceo or finance analyst or something. he doesn't fully approve of reggie's whole influencer job and thinks he could be using his talents for something better but respects his hustle and work ethic. he really does love his brother. i think his support is a big reason why reggie can be so laidback even now, he's a real dependable guy and unlike reggie isn't afraid to take on responsibility. hold on im gonna name him how about uhhhhhhh devon. idk. ill workshop it im not fully feeling devon we'll see. suggest smth in the notes or the inbox or smth. ok this answer is already way too long so im not gonna answer the other questions here LMAO

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