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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 13 days

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milk and coffee - joe burrow x fem!reader

a/n: a part two of if u think i’m pretty (read for more context), was working on this at first then scrapped it but now after some encouragement, we are so back, this might be a little shorter but i hope it’s worth while <3

summary: after you and joe hooked up at the super bowl party, you two start working on rekindling your relationship. your insecurities about dating and being in a relationship again start to get in the way, making you wary of letting your guard down. joe notices that something is off so he decides to surprise you.

warnings: exes to lovers, slow burn, joe and reader are working on rekindling their relationship, insecurities, mentions of past toxic relationship (not involving joe), a hint of angst, reader has emotional baggage (me too girl), fluff, soft!joe, allusions to sex, pillow talk

disclaimer: this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

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will you still love me in the morning? will you stay for milk and coffee?

ever since that night you and joe hooked up, you two have been talking and catching up from the time lost from when you weren’t in contact with him. you both followed each other again on social media and you gave him your new number before leaving his hotel the next morning.

texts and facetime calls grew more frequent as you both were in the off-season now. you couldn’t help but miss him even though you only saw him for one night. you had no idea what you were stood with him relationship wise but you knew that something was brewing again between the two of you.

“i have something to confess.” you grab your phone off the bathroom counter as you did your skincare routine before you settle in bed for the night. you laugh slightly, “okay, what is it?”

he couldn’t help but admire you as if he was there with you. “i started failing statistics on purpose just so i could talk to you more.” you rolled your eyes playfully and laughed, “that is so dumb, joe, you could’ve just talked to me.”

he shrugged, “i know.. but we wouldn’t be where we are now if i hadn’t, now would we?” you sighed, “i guess you do have a point..”

while you were particularly happy with being on better terms with him, something was weighing and gnawing in your gut at the same time. you couldn’t help but overthink about how things can quickly go from good to worse, feeling like you’re inevitably waiting for the other shoe to drop. as if joe was just going to decide that he wasn’t ready to be with you again.

the dreaded thought of having to possibly break up with him again was something that was difficult for you to face. you didn’t want things to end up like last time or never talking to him anymore. you couldn’t bare having to watch his life from the sidelines like you have while you two were broken up.

when you first dated joe, you weren’t used to the type of love he showed you. he was always kind and patient with you, which was fairly new to you. he never raised his voice at you or lost his temper towards you. he was the first person you allowed yourself to fully open up to and accepted you with open arms.

with these heavy thoughts weighing on you, the last thing you wanted to do was tell him. you didn’t want to scare him away or make him believe it was his fault. you gradually start to withdraw from him, answering his texts a bit more longer than usual and coming up with excuses to not call him.

joe noticed something was off about you but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. he thought over everything he’s said so far over and over again but wasn’t able to tell what he said or did that was pushing you away. he checked his phone for the fifth time tonight, seeing that he was on delivered still.

he sighed, putting his phone back on his nightstand and turning his attention back to the random show he put on for background noise. he was in miami with sam and nick after attending ufc 299, while they both went out to after parties, he decided to stay in his hotel for the night, wanting to talk to you instead.

then it was like a sudden light bulb turning on in his brain, he had to show you that he cares about however you were feeling was important to him. he wanted to show how much he cares about you and that he loves you. he needed to see you.

he texts you again, asking for your address because he wanted to send you flowers. he set his phone to the side so that he wasn’t constantly checking for a text back. the text tone went off and he looked to see that you finally answered, sending over your address. then sending another one saying: “you are so cute :)”

he then looks up flights to san francisco, hoping there was one leaving right away. to his luck, he found a flight for early tomorrow afternoon and booked the ticket for it. his stomach was doing backflips at the thought of seeing you again, wanting to enjoy his time off with you while he could.

he couldn’t get settled into bed, being too excited about surprising you and wanting to sleep during the flight there instead of waiting anxiously the whole time. he hoped that you would love seeing him again and that you missed him just as much.

you woke up to a knock on your front door, leaving your bedroom door open the night before. your best friend and roommate, julie, was out of town so you had the apartment all to yourself. you wore one of joe’s old lsu shirts, which was still oversized on you despite the years you kept it.

you get up out of bed, hearing another knock. you rub your eyes, drowsy from sleep and putting on your hello kitty slippers. you wondered if julie had come home early or it was one of your neighbors. walking down the hall and reaching the front door, you open it, seeing joe standing there with his luggage and a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand.

your eyes lit up, not being able to believe he was right there in front of you. he beamed, “i told you i wanted to send you flowers.” he hands you the bouquet while you smell them, taking in the fresh floral scent wafting in your nose. he follows you inside, closing the door and leaving his stuff to the side while you set the flowers onto the counter.

he walked over to you, pulling you into a loving embrace. you stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. he spoke cheekily, “i like your shirt. where did you get it?” you moved away from his shoulder, looking up at him. you smiled, “some cute guy gave it to me.” he laughed, “oh really? you might have to thank him for it.”

you replied sultry, “i think i might have an idea on how to do that..” your lips tenderly brush over his, placing them in a familiar, soft kiss. you both grinned into the kiss, your hands moving down to his chest while he wrapped one arm around your waist. his free hand squeezes and palms at your ass, your mouth parting slightly as you moan against his lips.

he slipped his tongue inside, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. he moves his mouth away from yours while he quickly spoke, “jump.” you jumped, he holds you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. your fingers tangled into his soft hair, kissing him heatedly and sloppily. his hands cupped the plush flesh of your ass again and carrying you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

you snuggled into his bare chest while he was holding you against him, playing with your hair. you asked, “how long did you want to stay here?” he shrugged while he laid underneath you, “i can stay however long you want me to.” you lifted your head up from his chest, “well, my roommate is gone for the next two weeks so we have the place to ourselves.”

you trailed your finger down his chest, looking at him with doe eyes. he pressed his lips against yours in a couple of lingering, delicate kisses. he smiled, “that sounds perfect.. i missed you, baby.” you said, “i missed you too, pretty boy.” he laughed, “pretty boy? i think you’re the pretty one here.” you scoffed playfully, “you know if you’re trying to get in my pants again, you should just ask.. i will say yes.”

you both laughed as you cuddled closer into his shoulder and he leaves a kiss against your forehead. you wondered aloud, “so what made you want to come over here? not that i mind that you’re here or anything.” he answered, “i knew something was off so i wanted to come see what’s wrong.” you sighed, playing with his fingers and intertwining them with yours.

“i’m just scared of us not being able to make things work like after we graduated, i don’t want anything bad to happen between us..” he nodded, understanding why you feared these things. “i get what you’re saying. i just want you to know that i want to be with you and that i’ve never stopped caring about you.”

his thumb caresses your hand, bringing it closer to his face and kissing it. you let go of his hand and place yours on his cheek, pulling him in a loving kiss. he felt his anxiety wash into a wave of relief knowing that he wasn’t intentionally pushing you away.

you laid back down onto his chest, playing with his fingers once more. he traced small circles on your back, taking in the fact that he was in your bed again, wondering if he should pinch himself and snap out of this but it was very much real. he looked down at you, seeing that you were fast asleep on his chest and hearing your quiet, nasally snores.

he smiled at you, gently kissing the top of your head so he didn’t disrupt your sleep. he looked over and saw your copy of “normal people” on the nightstand, lightly grabbing it off the wooden surface while he tried not to move too much. he flipped through the pages, being careful to not lose your spot on what part you were reading.

he landed on the page where your bookmark was placed, seeing that you used an old photo booth strip of the two of you from back when you first started dating. he smiled at the photos fondly, ranging from one that was cute to a couple of silly ones and the last one being you kissing him on the cheek. he kept his copy as a bookmark too, blushing at the mere thought of how in sync you were even from far away.

he closed the book, putting it back where it was beforehand. he then grabbed the blanket on the side of you, covering you both up for warmth despite the sun shining through the window. he loved how the sunlight illuminated your features as you faintly snored on top of him. he cuddled closer to you, wanting to be more near you despite the fact that you were laying on his chest.

he fell asleep, relieved that he didn’t scare you off. he was also happy that he was able to be next to you again, never wanting to leave this moment.

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obessedwithfictionalmen · 2 months

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Co-Stars pt.8

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: A bad joke is made about Y/n and Callum won't stand for it.

Warning: Joe Koy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of being naked

Word count: 1.1k

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Award season was going well, she won an Emmy and now she was nominated for a Golden Globes for Best Performance by a Female Action in a Drama series. Unlike the Emmy’s, she was now nominated as if she was a main character, and it was amazing. The cast walked on the red carpet, again, getting yelled at by photographers. ‘’Good luck tonight, Y/n, I hope you win!’’ one yelled. It made the woman smile. ‘’Boys how does it feel to work with this amazing woman’’ without saying a word, they all start to kneel, to pay their respect to her. ‘’Oh my god’’ Y/n laughs. She takes a pose for the photographers and the boys get up. ‘’I love you guys’’ she says to her co-stars.

They didn’t know who the presenter was, so Y/n had to google him, but at the same time, Florence Pugh came to the table and asked for a photo with her. Her phone was towards the camera, her google research was exposed. But the ceremony started, Y/n was nervous, she was against really good actress, like Emma Stone and Bella Ramsey. ‘’Now Master of the Air was amazing! But I didn’t get why each time we saw Y/n on screen, we saw her naked, I mean, was the only purpose of her character, being naked? You’re playing in a series about WW2, not Sex Education’’ that was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed. Y/n was looking at the presenter with a death stare before taking a sip of his drink. Joe nervously laughed. ‘’Sorry about that’’ he continued his speech but when he ‘apologized’ the camera went on Y/n and Callum. ‘’You better be sorry, asshole’’ Callum mumbled. He hid his mouth when he insulted him, but he didn’t understand why he thought making this joke was supposed to be fun. ‘’He clearly didn’t watch the hole show’’ Austin said to Y/n, which made her smile.

‘’And the winner is…’’ her heart was going to burst out of her chest. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n for her role in Master of the Air’’ She got up her chair, kissed Callum, hugged Austin and Antony, took off her shoes and made her way to the stage. She hugged Meryl Streep, she was presenting the award, when Y/n got to Joe, she didn’t hug him. She took the statue and came closer to the mic. ‘’Oh my god, wow, thank you so much. That’s amazing!’’ her voice cracked from the emotions. The crowd cheered for her. ‘’This series means so much to me, my wonderful co-stars, I love you so much. I don’t want to say the same thing as my other speech, because I did more than being naked in every scene, so I won awards, and people actually know who I am.’’ The crowd laughed at the comeback for the woman. Joe faked laugh and looked at the ground. ‘’To all the people out there, that are scared to pursue their dreams, don’t give up. You can do it, dreams come true! I got men kneeling for me, I won awards, and I got made fun of on national television! Thank you and good night!’’ she said, making the crowd laugh again. Callum was so proud of his girl; she stood up for herself and she did it the funniest way possible.

‘’The Golden Globe for the best drama Television Series goes to…’’ Drew Barrymore opened the envelope, the cast all held hands, silently praying. ‘’Master of the Air!’’ she exclaimed, stomping around in excitement. The cast got up, followed by Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman. When they all got on stage, the trophy was handed to Gary. Callum and Y/n held hands; it was special to be on stage together. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, this is amazing! This T.V show is, I think, really important to understand history and its darker parts. I’m going to stop talking or I’ll take all the time’’ Gary laughed. The mic was given to Tom Hanks. ‘’Like Gary said, this series is the third, we did Band of Brothers and The Pacific, but Master of the Air is the last and to see it getting so much recognition fills my heart with joy’’ he said, tears in his eyes. Steven stepped forward to talk. ‘’Thank you to everyone that made this project happen, to our beautiful cast, thank you for accepting to follow our crazy idea, love you all’’ he blew kiss to us. Austin stepped forward. ‘’Thank you so much. This type of series, uh, I think, needs to be done so the next generation can understand what really went down. Thank you so much!’’ Y/n smiled; Callum stepped forward. ‘’And finally, thank you to everyone that really watched the show and saw that Y/n wasn’t always naked!’’ that made the cast laugh. A Y/n face palmed, but she was happy to see that the joke wasn’t forgotten and that the guys didn’t like it. ‘’Yeah! Y/n is amazing!’’ Barry quickly said. The woman laughed as they all left stage. Backstage, they all hugged, even the directors joined in. ‘’I’m so proud of all of you.’’ Tom Hanks said.

‘’So, Y/n, a picture came out, can you explain what you were googling’’ the journalist asked, making the woman laugh. ‘’Uh, I didn’t know who Joe Koy was, so I looked him up’’ she simply said. ‘’About the joke he made, your co-stars became protective, what does it mean for you?’’ she was tired of this question, each interview station, they asked that question. ‘’Personally, I thought it was low, I mean, it wasn’t the fact that she was naked that made her win an Emmy and a Golden Globe, so yeah. But I think he learned his lesson’’ Callum answered. Y/n smiled and leaned her head against him. ‘’Thank you, good night’’ the journalist said. They could finally leave this place. Y/n has her statue in her hand, it was really beautiful. ‘’It’s going to fit perfectly beside my Emmy award’’ she said in the limousine. Making her co-star giggle. ‘’Like we told you before, we got your back, we weren’t going to let him disrespect you like that’’ Anthony said. Y/n thanked him as they made their way to the after party.

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auteurdelabre · 3 months

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Please Mr. Miller Sequel part 2 bfd!Joel x f!Reader

summary: You're moving on from Joel Miller and looking to a bright future with your bf, Conrad. When Mr. Miller comes to visit Sarah for spring break however, old feelings start to resurface.

A sequel (1 of 5 parts now) to my "Please Mr. Miller?" Series because you voted and you want to see these two horny idiots as endgame! Photo is for aesthetic purposes.

rating: 18+ (GET OUTTA HERE KIDS!!!!)

warnings/tags: Infidelity, age gap, angst, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, public sex, public fingering, not sanitary but sexy, mutual pining, jealousy.

a/n: Y'all between here and A03 i've got such an outpouring of comments and support for this story. I thank you so kindly for following along with the adventures of my two favorite horny sluts. Comments are what keep me goin'.

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Fuck Joel Miller.

You're over him. You've got a loyal boyfriend, you've been accepted into the master's program you wanted and you've never been happier.

Okay, not happier but content.

And some people never get content. Content you can live with. Happiness is reserved for girls that don’t pursue and foolishly fall for married men. Happiness is reserved for girls that don’t lie to their best friend’s face about who they talk to.

Sarah had been wide-eyed when you opened the bathroom door at the pub last month.

“Who were you talking to?”

Your stomach had sunk and the room seemed to get dimmer, more muted. You went to speak but all that came out was a baleful croak.

“It was him wasn’t it?” she pressed, eyes bright. “The guy you’re pining over? The married guy?”

Relief, acute and refreshing like a cup of cool water soothed your frazzled expression. She didn’t know everything.

“Yeah.”

“Sounded intense.”

“A moment of weakness,” you shrugged.

“His name’s Joe?”

“Huh?” Your stomach swooped violently. “What did you just say?”

“I heard,” Sarah said with a knowing smile. “I was about to open the door when I heard you say I can’t stop wanting you, Joe.”

You wanted to give a high pitched laugh at her mistake, but instead you nodded violently. She didn’t hear your plaintive moans of Joel’s full name. So yes, its Joe. Not Joel. Never Joel. Couldn’t be Joel Miller, your father, the man you want more than air and water. No, just a married guy named Joe.

“Yeah. Joe.”

“Just dump Conrad,” Sarah urged, hands on yours, compassion in her eyes. If she only knew. You knew Sarah had a high moral compass. You knew that she hated that you were pining over some married guy.

“I don’t need to dump Conrad. Nothing is happening between me and this guy,” you said motioning to your phone in your pocket. “I want him he doesn’t want me. I’m moving on.”

And so you did.

Conrad worships you and tomorrow is the first day of spring break. Conrad has suggested a week away at a spa in Ibiza (he'll pay for everything of course with Daddy and Mummy’s credit card) and you're eager to go. It’s a mere forty eight hours before you're pampered and spoiled with your handsome boyfriend.

And yet your thoughts continue to linger on a home on Rancher Street, in the arms of a man who wears a wedding band snugly around his finger. A man who’s voice sends you into a frenzy and the memories of your forbidden time together have you slick between the legs.

But he’s not for you.

He never was.

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“Okay Dad, see you soon.”

Sarah hangs up just as you come back from the shower, hair still damp and dressed in your plush pink terrycloth robe.

“Do you think that new restaurant on campus is any good?” she says as she taps away on her phone. “My dad’s taking me for dinner when he gets here. Hopefully they have an opening for tonight.”

She continues swiping on her phone, unaware of the stricken expression on your face.

"I thought your Dad was coming Saturday," you say sharply. "After Conrad and I leave. That way I wouldn't be in your hair and you’d have the dorm to yourself."

"He said the airline cancelled tomorrow’s flight and rescheduled him on this one," Sarah shrugs. "Its fine, he got a hotel room so you don't have to worry about being in the way. Besides he loved you last time! Last week he even asked how you were doing. He's never been that nice to any of my other friends."

You drop the toiletry bag you were carrying; mumbling out an apology before dropping to your knees to retrieve it, hoping Sarah can’t see your red face.

Joel is asking about you? Why? After his drunken phone call he'd been radio silent. You had been as well, feeling used. You try not to think about him.

You need to get out of here.

You blow-dry your hair in a rush before applying your makeup in a hurry as Sarah studies in the tufted chair by the window. She doesn’t notice your frenzy of getting ready or if she does she doesn’t comment on it.

“Excited for Ibiza?”

“Mhmm,” you say as you pull on your skirt and top. “Very. I think I’m gonna go over to Con's dorm and go over last minute plans for tomorrow.”

“Things seem better between you two,” Sarah offers hopefully.

“Yeah,” you lie through your teeth as you pull on your purse. “Have a nice visit with your Dad.”

You give her a quick hug, fumbling for your keys as you stuff them in your bag. You open the door as you slip on your shoes, letting out a small oh as the door reveals a large figure standing behind it.

Him.

Joel.

Everything in your body comes alive at once. His eyes widen at the sight of you, a look that travels the length of your body before landing limpid and warm on your face. You watch the lust overtake his eyes, blowing the pupils wide. His hand clenches at his right, so tight you see the veins bulge.

Time has only added to the masculine curve of his nose, the sharp of his jaw. You don’t have photos of him and social media had given up nothing. You only had some old blurry Polaroids on Sarah’s vanity mirror to go off of. He lived in your memory so long that actually seeing him here in front of you takes the breath from your body.

You’re so thankful for the tall young man behind him wearing a football jersey that slowly comes into view behind Joel. He’s handsome with an easy smile and large hands that seem too big for his lanky frame.

“Sarah,” you call over your shoulder, your eyes never leaving Joel’s. “Your Dad is here and I think he brought you a surprise.”

Sarah rounds the corner of the room, her eyes landing on Charlie and she squeals.

“Charlie!”

You move back so that Charlie can drop his bag and move into the dorm room, sweeping Sarah up into his arms and twirling her giggling self. You force yourself to look away from the motion, bitterly jealous that it isn’t you and Joel. Instead your reunion is awkward and stilted. You feel his eyes on your profile but you can’t force your eyes back to him.

He ignores you. He uses you.

Move on from him.

Charlie and Sarah are deep in loud conversation interspersed with chaste kisses. Joel takes advantage of this, stepping towards you and lowering his voice to a husky murmur only heard by you.

“Hey, I know I haven’t-“

“Don’t,” you warn in a whispered rasp. “Just…don’t.”

Now your eyes meet his and you see the searching quality of them, how they gaze into your face as if entranced. You wonder if he’s memorizing your face the way you are his. A secret sketch in your brain so that you have it when he’s gone and nothing more than a memory.

Sarah breaks the moment to embrace her father, pressing thankful hugs around his neck and whispered thank you's. You want to leave the room but Joel is blocking the doorway. Sarah moves back, going to chatter more with Charlie.

Joel’s eyes slide over to where his daughter and Charlie face away from him as she turns the corner and shows her boyfriend her modest dorm room and the photo of the couple that she keeps beside her bed.

“Snowflake,” Joel whispers, drawing your gaze to his once more. It’s a soft, broken thing that makes your heart lurch. Your eyes fall to his mouth, desperate to feel his lips on your again before you tear them away, your thumb digging into the flesh of your ring finger. You wonder if Joel wants to apologize for the phone call last month. Or if he wants to ask if you can do it again.

You don’t know what you’d say. The irritation at being cast aside currently outweighs the churning lust you feel. At least you thought it did, until you saw him here, smelled his cologne and watched the pink of his tongue trail over his lower lip to wet it.

"I was-"

“Hey babydoll,” comes a cheerful voice from down the hall. You turn your head to see Conrad strolling towards you, a broad smile plastered over his features. And for once you’re genuinely delighted to see him and his smug, handsome face.

“Hey,” you say with saccharine sweetness. You shoulder past Joel into the hall, throwing yourself into Conrad’s arms. He eagerly sweeps you up, planting a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You feel eyes on you and your face heats as you slowly pull back. “What’re you doing here?”

“Thought we could go over the itinerary for the trip,” Conrad says pulling out his phone. “See what treatments you’d like.”

“Treatments?”

A low voice sounds from behind you and with satisfaction you see Joel eyeing the two of you icily. His broad arms are crossed in front of his chest and like a grim reminder you see his wedding ring glitter under the lights of the hallway

“Spa treatments,” you say with a smug smile. “Conrad is taking me to Ibiza for spring break.”

See Joel? I’ve moved on just like you.

Charlie and Sarah have come back out with Sarah giving Conrad a weak smile. Despite everything you know she doesn’t like him but she also doesn't like the deception of knowing you have affection for 'Joe'.

“Where are you guys goin’?” Charlie asks sweetly.

“Ibiza,” you say proudly, as if Conrad is a self made man and not some entitled trust fund baby. You don’t miss the narrowing of Joel’s eyes as your hand tightens in Conrad’s.

“Woah,” Charlie says in amazement as Joel just sucks at his teeth, giving a brief nod. He doesn’t look away from your face until Sarah steps further into the hallway, her eyes on you and her hand in Charlie’s.

“I’m so jealous,” Sarah says before stopping herself and smiling at her dad and Charlie. “Well, I was before you guys showed up. Now I don't wanna be anywhere else."

"Makes two of us babygirl," Joel grins at his daughter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Three of us actually," Charlie adds and the group laughs.

“Conrad this is Charlie, Sarah’s boyfriend,” you say making introductions and smiling as the two young man shake hands. You pause and swallow before motioning to Joel standing there awkwardly to the side, watching the proceedings. “And this is Sarah’s dad, Joel.”

“Nice to meet ya, sir,” Conrad says shaking Joel’s hand firmly. Joel simply nods in return before shoving his hand back into his jean pockets. His dark eyes find yours over Conrad’s head and you force yourself to look away.

Conrad seems to spot the jersey that Charlie is wearing for the first time. “You a Garopollo fan, Charlie?”

“Yup,” Charlie nods proudly. “I was born in San Fran and I’ll die a 49ers fan no matter where I live.”

“Traitor,” Joel jokes, causing the men in the vicinity to laugh.

“We can’t all be die hard Dallas Cowboy fans,” Charlie teases back with a gentle nudge to Joel’s shoulder that the older man grins at.

“I like the Patriots myself,” Conrad says while you and Sarah exchange looks of gentle exasperation.

“Great,” Sarah rolls her eyes dramatically. “Football. I’ll be here all night.”

“We should go and let you guys get to your dinner,” you say tugging at Conrad’s shoulder playfully. “Let’s go, babe.”

"You two should come with," Joel says casually out of nowhere.

Everyone makes a murmur of surprised delight at the suggestion while you try to hold down the panic that’s festering within your innards. How can you sit at dinner with Joel? You want to be as far away from him as possible. Just being this close has your skin feeling itchy, like you want to peel it off.

“No, no it’s a family thing,” you insist, trying to guide Conrad away.

“No way,” Sarah says stepping forth and taking your elbow. “Don’t make me sit through a dinner of football talk by myself.”

“My treat,” Joel adds with a voice that sounds detached.

"That's not necessary," Conrad says looking at Joel's flannel and jeans. "I'm happy to pay for myself and my girl."

You don't miss the tic in Joel's jaw at this, the chill in his gaze blinked away when he turns his face into an easy smile.

"Alright then. Let’s go."

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Sarah didn’t manage to make reservations at Bon Bon but Conrad promises that he can get you all in with no problem. When you all arrive and Conrad drops his last name the restaurant is only too happy to accommodate a larger party. You glance over at Joel when that happens, gratified to find him glaring at the back of Conrad’s head.

The pretty hostess takes you to a large hand-carved booth tucked away in the corner. It’s got beautiful red roses in the center and long draping white tablecloth that probably costs more than all your college textbooks combined.

"S'fancy in here," Joel mutters to Sarah and you think he sounds embarassed. You feel a stab of guilt at showing Conrad off like some prize. Even now Joel in his flannel and jeans is so much more enticing than Conrad in his lawn shirt and trousers.

Joel slides in and sits at the end of the table like a king holding court. You and Conrad curl around one side, Sarah and Charlie on the other. Conrad and Charlie haven’t stopped talking since they started on your walk over to the restaurant.

“And I don’t even think that they have a shot for the Superbowl this year.”

“Fucking Superbowl,” Conrad rolls his eyes. “That’s just a chance to sell ad space; it’s not a real game.”

You and Sarah exchange a look of boredom before diving into your menus. You wish you weren’t sat next to Joel in the booth, but Conrad always likes to sit on the outer rim of them because he claims it’s a power position. Fucking ridiculous.

You all chat amiably about what you’re going to drink before Sarah suggests you and her share a Sangria pitcher. You nod eagerly, knowing that alcohol may help to soothe your high strung nerves. Joel and the Charlie order a beer when the server comes by and you don’t miss how Conrad has to order the most obnoxious sounding wine on the menu, all the way to rolling his r’s to hit the Spanish pronunciation.

As she leaves Conrad’s arm goes behind your shoulder in the booth casually and you lean back into it, watching from under your lids as everyone talks. After a moment you go back to your menu, trying to pick what you want when your stomach feels like it’s coming out your bellybutton. Joel doesn’t look your way as you do this, but it’s like you feel him.

“Are you guys doing any excursions when you’re over there.”

“Dunno,” Conrad shrugs playfully. “I’m up to do whatever she wants, I’m just there to carry the luggage.”

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and you grin up at him. He’s being so devoted, so charming. You know that from the outside it fools most people and even you get sucked into it sometimes. It makes you temporarily forget the pouting when things don’t go his way or the way he pays off everything to avoid conflict.

The group continues to talk about differing travel locales they want to visit. Sarah wants to got o Greece, Charlie to Spain and you mention Italy.

“I want to people watch there,” you say with a crooked smile. “It seems the perfect place for it.”

“We’ll have to go there next then,” Conrad winks at you. You let him kiss your mouth, despite how he knows that you despise of public affection. He pulls back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he tells the group that the steak here is amazing.

At the first graze you think a spider has crawled over your knee. Your hand sweeps over your bared kneecap, hoping to brush it off when a large hand falls over yours, pinning yours to your thigh. You try to keep your features schooled, but your eyes dart to Joel’s profile beside you. He’s looking over the menu, lower lip stuck out in thought. You feel his thumb rub tiny circles into the top of your hand, almost lovingly. It makes you clench up everywhere.

His long fingers circle your wrist and under the tablecloth he tugs your hand into his lap where you find him hard through the denim of his jeans. Your mouth goes dry as he encourages your fingers to squeeze him through the fabric, palming his thickness.

Joel makes a soft sighing noise that could be a casual contemplation of what to order, his gaze on the menu. But then his dark eyes dart to your face briefly before he’s dragging your hand harder against his cock.

Everything in you wants to keep going. To feel his cock throb in your hands. To make him come right there at the table. But you don’t. You remember how he last left things on the phone and you feel your irritation churn in your guts.

Fuck him. You’re not here to be his personal fuck toy whenever he throws crumbs of affection your way.

You tug your hand back slowly, not wanting to arouse suspicion before you drag your hand back up, using both to look at the menu as Charlie, Sarah and Conrad complain about the lack of good movies in the theaters these days.

It’s not until the food is delivered and you’re two glasses of sangria in that you feel the gentle graze again. Its feather light on your inner kneecap, tracing the bone there and you feel goosebumps rise all along your body at the sensation. Yet you force yourself to swallow and agree out loud that the Cillian Murphy will probably win best actor.

You keep your hands on the table, not looking at Joel. You furrow your brows only a little when Joel’s hand slowly slides up your bare knee to your thigh, rubbing gently. He’s leaned forward slightly, one hand around his beer. He looks casual, even relaxed as he does this, nodding and offering the odd comment as everyone eats and talks about school, politics, pop culture, sports. You can barely keep track because all you can concentrate on is the large, warm hand that is now sliding up under your skirt.

You take a bite of your salad, almost choking when a finger traces the damp slit of your cunt through your panties. Your eyes dart to Joel to see him resting his cheek boredly on one hand as if the entire ordeal is tiring to him before he takes a bite of potato. The rest of the table talks animatedly as only the young and carefree can.

You used to be like that.

You squirm, trying to dislodge Joel’s hand from your lap, but he has no intention of leaving. Instead you feel his finger curl around the edge of your panties, testing your warmth, feeling your arousal seeping into your gusset. You feel Joel’s dark eyes slide over your face before he joins in on the conversation with Charlie and Conrad about the latest sports team. You can’t be bothered to ask which on because Joel’s thick finger has breached your cunt now, leaving you with wide eyes and trembling as you try to bring another forkful of your steak salad to your lips.

He pumps his middle finger into your welcoming cunt, a small surprised smile on his lips as he listens to the conversations around the table. When the second finger joins the first and you feel your pussy milking them, you begin to breathe unsteadily, trying to swallow the moan that’s building there. But when his thumb taps at your clit and then rubs in slow circles you let out a small whimper.

Conrad hears it, turning to see your cheeks flushed and sweat dotting your forehead. He gives a look of concern before leaning over and dropping his voice to a soothing murmur.

“You okay, babydoll?” Conrad asks his hand flying to your knee, dangerously close to Joel’s fingers.

“I’m fine,” you say shaking him off before his hand can touch your thigh. Joel’s own hand creeps back to his lap, glistening with your arousal. The sight of it is what sends you pushing against Conrad, desperate to find release.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you urge, nudging him out of the booth. Conrad nods, allowing you to slide out and lurch to the bathroom. You feel your heart pounding as your feet rush to the tiled bathroom, slamming the door behind you.

You’re so achy between your legs you can’t believe it. You lean over the counter, watching as a woman exits the stall, her eyes lingering on your curved spine. She washes her hands, looking at your red face.

“You okay honey?”

“Mhmm,” you nod through clenched teeth. She nods, drying her hands before exiting. You try to catch your breath before you move into the far stall, your body slumping against the wall. You are about to close the door for privacy when a hand reaches out to tug it open. Joel is there, his broad shoulders twisting around

“Joel?”

When you see the fire in his expression you feel your coherent thought leave you. His pupils are blown so wide his eyes look black and the way he looks at you is nothing other than ravenous.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Making you come," is all he says before his he hits his knees.

You fall against the wall of the bathroom stall, hands flat against the cool metal. Joel's pulling down your panties, urging your thighs to part before his tongue is slipping between the lips of your cunt. You offer a small gasp before he begins to suck on your clit, tongue flicking as your knees buckle. It's sloppy and needy and feels so fucking sinful that you immediately go boneless.

“My good girl,” comes the muffled endearment from between your legs. His broad grasp is around your thigh, urging it over his shoulder so you open yourself more to him. He inhales, groaning before his tongue is back to probing you deeply, coaxing your climax.

You let out little whimpers, eyelids fluttering as Joel’s fingers press into your sopping slot, murmuring to himself about how good you taste. You can’t control the way you start to unravel, letting him lick at you, taste you and praise you. You look down the length of your body to see his curly hair, his eyes half-opened, drunk with arousal. You think of how he’s ignored you for months and you want to push away from him but you can’t. It feels too good, too right.

"Joel," you whisper, eyes wide as he wraps his teeth around your pulsing pearl."W-why?"

"I need to," Joel says, his breathing quick and sharp as his gaze meets yours. “Need to-“

The door opens and you hear two older women gabbing, chuckling to one another as Joel abruptly stands. You may be in the far stall, but a man on his knees is going to cause a scene if they glance the way of your stall, you’re sure of it.

You wait for him to grow anxious and wait them out, but instead he pulls his hard and throbbing cock from his jeans. Your eyes blow wide when he grips you by the middle, lifting you by the ass and urging your legs to wrap around his waist. You do it, feeling the cold metal of the stall wall against your spine as he pins you there with his body.

His hand goes over your mouth when he slides into you, groaning gently as he does, as if this is what he’s been living for all these months.

“Need to remind you who this pussy belongs to,” he murmurs against the curve of your ear when he begins to thrust into you. “Remind you who you come for.”

His hand remains stuck over your mouth, sealing in any disagreement from your side. He’ll have found none even if his hand was taken away. The sound of the women chatting is distant, in another world, like insects in the grass of a summer day.

“All that money and that pretty boy can’t make you feel half as good as me,” Joel grunts against your temple. “Cuz fucking him doesn’t feel as good as fucking a married man, does it?”

Your lower belly tightens, your brows saddle. You worry Joel doesn’t understand that being married is the least enticing part in all of this. That you just want him because he’s Joel Miller. But Joel is feral, fucking into you harshly as he maintains your silence.

“He doesn’t make you wet like this, does he?”

You shake your head, watching with fascination as Joel’s mouth curves into a triumphant grin. He thrusts faster, his breathing punched out with each pump before his mouth is on your ear again.

“He make you come just talkin’ to you on the phone?”

Another head shake.

“But you come so easily for me, don’t ya?” Joel grunts quietly. “Cuz your cunt was made for this cock. No one’ll ever make it feel as good as I do. And no cunt makes me feel as good as yours. Can’t get it outta my fucking head.”

You can’t help but whimper behind his palm at the sound of that because it almost sounds as if there’s longing in his voice.

“Shhh shhh shhh,” Joel hushes you, eyes widening slightly. The sound of the women washing their hands is heard distantly. “You don’t want us caught before you come do you?”

But he needn’t have worried. You’re there, fucking yourself against his thrusts as he sends you into a dizzying climax, one that has your eyes clenched tightly and your eyes ringing.

“I feel that,” he murmurs against your lobe. “I feel you squeezin’ me, baby. Fuck keep going. Ride it out.”

You come with his palm sealed tightly over your mouth, arching back as Joel watches you with appreciative awe, soaking his cock. The women exit the bathroom with casual laughter as they talk about the entrees and you shudder violently against the man who has you pinned to the wall. When he’s sure you’ve finished he slowly lowers you, waiting until your rubbery legs can stand independently.

Joel pulls himself from you slowly, his hardened cock waiting. You don’t even hesitate, you just sink to the floor and take him into your mouth, sucking as he winds his hands in your hair and fucks your mouth. You taste your mingled release when he comes down your throat seconds later, breathing in sharp little huffs of good girl my good girl as he does. You swallow it down, your eyes on him the entire time before he brings you to your feet.

His mouth is on yours, tongue tangling with yours as his hips pin you to the stall wall. Your hands clutch at his neck, lacing there before he pulls back, the heat from his eyes dimming as he realizes how far he’s gone. The air thick with tension as you both realize what a monumental mistake this was.

“You go back first,” he tells you huskily. “I’ll wait a few.”

You nod, smoothing down your clothes and hair, checking the mirror to make sure that your makeup is still presentable. You wash your hands and come back to the table to find the group finishing up.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Conrad asks as you slip in beside him. “You’re all flushed. I hope you’re not too sick for our trip.”

Of course that’s all he cares about. You’re convinced if you actually were sick Conrad would somehow blame you for it, as if it were within your control. Instead you just assure him with a tepid smile and a light head shake.

“No no, I’m fine. But I think we should head out. I wanna finish packing.”

You can’t be here when Joel gets back. Just the idea of catching sight of him after everything that’s happened has your knees buckling. Conrad throws back the remainder of his drink as you and he cast goodbyes to Sarah and Charlie.

“Let’s go,” Conrad says slipping an arm around your waist as he stands. “Just lemme pay.”

Your skin prickles as a husky voices sounds out behind you.

“No need,” Joel says with a smug smile as he approaches the table. “Already taken care of.”

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jalwyn21 · 2 months

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Losing it at all this Joe slander. He’s an evil manipulator who locked tweety in a basement and used all her money but he’s also an alcoholic loser who needed to be babied. He should have married her but also if he did it would’ve been to take advantage of her fame. The fame that he didn’t really want and wanted to keep private but also he’s dating her for clout and movie roles. Movie roles that were taken away because of her. He perused her during her weakest time but he’s the one who got masterminded because shes always in control of her men.

We can’t even call it swiftie logic any more because logic involves having a coherent thought process. How do I get off this ride?

The Paradox of Joe Alwyn 😹 😹😹

Like, I already said, everything they say about him is in contradiction to what they said previously. Because they are desperate to paint him as the bad guy. And they, of course, have nothing real to use, so ... they have to invent sh!t.. hence all the contradictions 🤭🤭🤭

You see, Joe is the ugliest man ever but he also cheated on ts and got laid by every woman he has ever met.

He is an unemployed looser with no career but also a bad boyfriend for choosing work over being there for his perfect girlfriend and celebrating her successes.

He is a nobody, but she made him famous, but nobody even knows who he is, but he is also making her look bad on purpose with his fake activism.

He is irrelevant now but also a fake introvert cause he attended work events, that he was invited to attend, but he is irrelevant.

No one likes him now, but his friends are PR.

He is not really William Bowery, but he is making more money from those songs than he ever did from his films.

He never loved her, he was a gold digger who used her but he is also crying himself to sleep every night when he sees how happy she is now with a real man.

He is fat but also a twink and a sickly Victorian child.

#free joe alwyn #nonnie #q&a #joe alwyn #joealwyn #jalwyn #anti taylor swift #toxic swifties #shit swifties say #toxic taylor swift

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raya-hunter01 · 2 months

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.1

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Middle Deck

Jey’s POV

“I don’t know what the fuck happened, I swear,” I said looking into the cold eyes of Joe as we ate lunch. “Kayla cried almost all night and that I have a problem with that. She didn’t deserve that,” he said, each word stabbing me in the chest.

“I know she didn’t, but I deserved everything I damn got last night,” I said as Jimmy laughed out loud.

“Damn right you deserved to get your shit rocked. What I can’t figure out is why you did it purposely,” Jimmy said as I frowned at him.

“What the hell you talking about? Are you still drunk from last night?” I asked as he chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sober and now that you are, when are you gon’ admit your ass was drunk and them demons was talking to your ass,” he said as it was my turn to chuckle.

“I ain’t got no demons twin, I’m good,” I said as Sefa raised his eyebrow at me. “I beg to differ; I think Jimmy on to something. Now spill it or we won’t help you fix this fuckin shit show',” Sefa said as I sighed dropping my fork.

“It ain’t nothing to tell. One minute she was actin’ nice and the next minute, it was the old Danielle trying to reel my ass back in. I just thought if I danced with her, I could get her off my back,” I said as Jimmy frowned at me.

“Yo ass shoulda’ walked away the minute she approached you. That’s why you in this mess now, always too afraid to hurt folks’ feelings even when they’ve treated you like shit,” he hissed as I felt my frustration building as he looked at me.

Judging me for being human and trying to give people the benefit of the doubt.

“Stop looking at me like that, I knew it was wrong and I stopped it. I told her I loved Kay, and I couldn’t do that to her and wouldn’t. I just don’t can’t imagine how it looked to ya’ll though,” I said to Sefa as he seemed in deep thought.

“It looked real bad bro; I saw you before the girls did and I couldn’t believe you would put yourself out there like that.”

“So, ain’t no old feelings hiding inside you for Danielle?” Joe asked as I growled at the thought.

“Stop playin’ with me Joe, you know I love Kayla,” I said as he sipped on his beer almost questioning if I was lying or not.

“Your subconsciously insecure,” Jimmy blurted out as I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Subconsciously insecure...What the hell you talkin' bout?" I hissed as Sefa pointed at Jimmy and nodded. “That’s the word I was thinking too,” he said as I felt attacked.

“Ok, since ya’ll got a therapist degree? What am I insecure about what?” I asked as Joe looked at the three of us confused.

“Yourself and whether you feel someone will love you for you or have a motive,” Jimmy said sending chills down my spine.

He called me out on it and I couldn’t say anything as he read me like a book.

“Jey, you seem to forget Sefa stayed wit ya’ll before he bought his house. He’s seen a lot of shit, we all have,” Jimmy said as Sefa sighed putting his head down, avoiding my gaze as the table got quiet and my thoughts began to drift.

Man, that was a crazy time when Sefa moved in with me. Danielle and I were at the height of our craziness, and it was a month before I found out about the money she had stolen.

The fighting was almost nonstop at that point every word out of her mouth was something to try to rile me up. Then when I would explode, she would throw on the tears and I would give in because I loved her.

Yea, definitely toxic shit…..

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One Month before breakup.

“Look, my brother is upstairs can you keep it down,” I hissed as Danielle whined. “Ugh, why did you tell him he could move in. He could have gone to your parents, he is their kid,” Danielle said as I chuckled.

“Because I said he could, but I see what this is about. Your pissed because I didn’t buy that diamond bracelet you wanted so now you trying to get me worked up and start an argument,” I said onto the bullshit.

“You should count your blessings that I am even here. No woman wants a man who’s gone all the time, you should be kissing me feet. I’m still here and you should have no problem giving me anything I want. No woman will ever want you, your life is too fuckin’ complicated, Jey.” Danielle said sipping out of her wine glass.

“Well, you can leave anytime you like because I ain’t buying that bracelet. You just spent three grand yesterday on clothes and shoes. Hell, I don’t want another you, I’ll stay single and die first. You gettin’ more shit than me and it’s my money,” I countered as she scoffed pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Fine, I guess I can cut back on shopping a little. I need to remember you’re not going to go far with this wrestling thing. You need to save your little coins for when the glory ride is over.”

“Are you really sayin’ this shit to me because I wouldn’t buy you a fuckin bracelet or is this how you really feel,” I hissed in anger.

“I mean ya’ll a good tag team, but I don’t see ya’ll splitting up and taking the world by storm as single competitors. The crowd will never rock with you like that,” she said laughing.

“Danielle, you can be such a bitch,” I whispered sipping on my glass of brandy. “What? I’m just letting you know the real deal; you know that right?” she said casually as I put my glass down and went upstairs.

“Aww, did that hurt your feelings! I’m sorry baby,” she said laughing walking behind me. “Leave me alone Danielle, I ain’t doin’ this shit tonight,” I whispered slamming the door in her face as she began pounding on it.

“Come on, I’m just preparing you because I love you.” she said as I began packing her a bag.

“Tired of this shit, it’s like begging for punishment. This toxic shit ain’t normal,” I muttered slanging the bag over my shoulder, storming out of my room.

“What are you doing?” Danielle asked in shock, seeming to sober up as I walked down the stairs. “Getting you out of my house since its very obvious you don’t want to be here,” I said opening the door and throwing her bag outside.

“Josh, don’t do this baby, I’m so sorry,” she cried going outside to get her bag as I slammed the door.

“Don’t do this to me! You know I love you, don’t do this,” Danielle cried beating her hands against the door as I fought the angel and devil inside me as to let her back in or not.

I couldn’t stand to see her cry, not even after the hurtful shit she had just said. I loved her and she knew it.

“Don’t give up on us baby, you know nobody will ever love you like me. Open the door so we can talk, I love you,” she sobbed as I hit the door in frustration, wiping my tears. Damn, why couldn’t we just be normal!

I looked up and saw Sefa at the top of the stairs frozen. “Do I need to call the cops.”

“Nah, everything is alright, Uce. I’m sorry we woke you up with this shit,” I whispered as he frowned.

“Don’t let her keep doing this to you, Jey. She is using you and you need to open your eyes,” he said before going back to his room.

“Jey, please open the door!” Danielle cried as I unlocked the door and let her back in. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” Danielle whimpered, running into my arms.

After all the shit she said to me I’m comforting her, WTF is wrong with me.

“I’m sorry Jey, I just feel like sometimes I don’t belong, and I don’t want to lose you. So, I just say things I don’t mean,” she cried as I held her close.

“You ain’t gon’ lose me Dani, I love you. If it will make you feel better, we can go get the bracelet tomorrow,” I said as she nodded.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best,” she sniffed as I cringed. Damn, the tears sure stopped really quick. She had got me again….

Sitting in the midst of the silence and remembering the chaotic shit that I had pushed out of my brain was making me see things even clearer.

“I feel fucking sick,” I mumbled as Joe’s eyes softened.

“Let’s lay off ya’ll, he doesn’t look so good,” Joe said as I felt my stomach churning even more.

“I am subconsciously insecure, they right. Sometimes I don’t think I’m not worthy of Kayla," I said actually relieved that I finally admitted it to myself.

“I saw firsthand some of the shit you went through. So, I get it, we all get it,” Sefa said as Jimmy nodded in agreement.

“How much does Kayla know about Danielle?” he asked as I sighed.

“Only that we broke up about her stealing the money, I could tell she knew it was more to the story, but she never pushed me,” I said as Joe rubbed his beard.

“Uce, you need to tell her everything and I mean everything. She deserves to know,” Sefa said as I nodded in agreement.

I’mma tell her, I just hope she listens when I do tell her.”

“You know we got ya’ back and gonna help anyway we can,” Jimmy said as we got quiet seeing Montez heading our way.

“Sorry I missed ya’ll text, Bianca had to check on some stuff and needed my help.”

“Nah, you good, Uce, it gave us a chance to have a lil family chat,” I said wondering what Kayla was doing.

Top deck

Kayla’s POV

After a good cry I dusted myself off and got ready for the day. This evening was supposed to be my first pre-birthday dinner and I was miserable sitting at the table with my girls.

“Passengers enjoy your time here in the Bahamas. Enjoy your island experience and be safe. Announcements and corresponding messages will be sent out as we grow closer to our departure time,” the announcer said as I sighed playing over my food.

“I’mma need you to snap out of this, we in the damn Bahamas,” Trin said as I took a deep breath.

“I’m pissed and I can’t help it. I mean why would he ever go near her? Does he still love her?” I asked truly trying to figure out how the hell did she even end in his arms.”

“Look, I know you’re mad but don’t let this spoil your trip. Tonight is your first birthday dinner and we all helped Jey plan it,” Cameron said as I cracked a small smile.

“Ya’ll always helping us out. What would we do without ya’ll?” I asked as Robin shrugged her shoulders and snickered.

“Catch some cases because I just knew you were gon’ throw that girl overboard last night,” she said as the rest of the girls laughed.

“It’s not funny ya’ll,” I said trying to avoid looking at them, hiding my own smile.

She better stay outta my way, I can tell you that. I always believe that you check your man, but I wanted to beat her ass so bad I could taste it.”

“She ain’t crazy, I heard when you mushed dat big ass forehead she got the hell on,” Bianca said as I laughed in spite of how I was feeling on the inside.

“She was doing all that big talk and hauled ass too quick,” Trin said as I played with my bracelet on my wrist trying to not think about beating Danielle’s ass.

“Look, go get a nap and get yourself together because we gon’ party tonight,” Robin said sensing my discomfort.

“Ok, I’ll try,” I said getting up giving them each a hug before I took that long lonely walk back to our suite.

Meliza Restaurant

Jey’s POV

“You think you slick putting that up under my girl post,” Bianca said looking at Kayla’s Instagram post and liking it.

“Look, I told no lies, she is mine,” I whispered as Kayla and Cameron walked ahead of us.

“You lucky she didn’t cuss yo’ ass out,” Sefa said as I smirked.

“She done told yo’ ass she is the visuals. You better get it together,” Montez said as we walked into the restaurant.

“I am, ya’ll just stick to the plan to get us to sit by each other,” I said as Bianca snickered. “She gon’ cuss ya’ll asses out and I can’t wait,” she said walking away and shaking her head as I fixed my tie.

“Relax man, Joe is on it, that’s why he’s walking up there with Jimmy. They plannin’ to make sure ya’ll end up beside each other,” he said as I silently prayed that she’ll love the dinner and after this maybe we could talk.

Kayla’s POV

Reservation for Fatu,” Jey said as the host smiled. “We just got everything done Mr. Fatu, and we hope it’s to your satisfaction,” he said leading us to our table.

“Oh, this is nice,” Robin whispered as I looked at Jey in disbelief everything was beautiful. No matter what was going on at the moment I was thankful.

“Thank you, everything is really beautiful,” I whispered as he smiled at me making my heart race.

“You never have to thank me baby, I love you,” he said kissing my hand as I felt some of my anger resolving but not for long as I saw everyone rushing to a seat leaving only the two chairs in the middle.

“Come on sit by me Kayla,” Cameron said as I scoffed. “Ya’ll ain’t slick, I’m not sitting by Jey tonight. Somebody gotta move,” I said as Jey sucked on his teeth.

“Your being childish,” he said as I rolled my eyes. “And you were acting single last night so I decided it’s only right to oblige you,” I said as he growled.

“I can move Kayla, come on,” Joe said waving me over as Robin slyly slid over and Jey took her seat previous seat.

“Sit down Kayla,” Jey whispered as I stood looking at him like he was crazy.

“Can I sit by you Cameron?” I asked as she got up and switched seats with me. Hearing the snickers at the table I knew Jey wasn’t giving up.

“Sefa, can we switch?” Jey asked as I raised an eyebrow at his antics.

“Fine, we can sit in the middle together. I don’t feel like playin’ musical chairs wit yo’ ass all night, but don’t talk to me Fatu,” I said going back to my original seat, wanting to knock the smile off his face.

“See how easy it is when you just cooperate,” Jey said sitting down beside me as I looked over at Bianca who silently told me to take a deep breath.

Yea, this was going to be a long ass night.

The food was excellent, and the girls did a good job in keeping me preoccupied on the dance floor. I ignored Jey but it didn’t seem to faze him. “We need to talk babe,” he whispered as I nodded knowing he was right, but I didn’t feel like it tonight.

“So, what is the plan for tomorrow?” Joe asked as I shrugged. “Maybe check out the shops and the beach,” I said Jey cleared his throat as I looked at him. “Maybe we could grab dinner on the beach and get some alone time.”

“Aww, I thought after last night you would be asking Danielle,” I said without missing a beat as he sighed. “Damn, that’s cold,” Jimmy whispered as Trin hit him on the shoulder.

“Stop making it worse,” she hissed at him as rubbed his shoulder.

Jey’s POV

“Look, we are talking after this dinner, and I mean it,” I hissed as Kayla sipped on her glass of wine with a frown. I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, I’m just frustrated as hell.

Out the corner of my eye I see the waiter approaching us carrying a glass of wine and sitting it in front of Kayla who seems perplexed.

“Uh, nobody here ordered another glass of wine,” I said as the waiter smiled.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the bar,” the waiter said pointing to a man sitting at the bar with his glass raised towards Kayla.

“Who the fuck is that and why is he sending you drinks?” I asked, pulling the glass of wine in front of me wanting to get some answers.

“I don’t know who he is, but give me back my shit,” Kayla said reaching over and taking the glass back.

“Kayla who is that?” I asked trying to keep my cool. “I don’t know but it was a nice gesture,” she said lifting her glass into the air towards the stranger before taking a sip.

“Ah, shit,” I heard Joe whisper as I shot him a look before looking back at Kayla.

“So, some random motherfucka just wants to buy you a glass of wine, huh?” I asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess so,” she said casually sipping her wine enjoying my discomfort.

“Hey, that’s the cutie from the club last night that bought us that round of shots,” Cameron whispered to Bianca and Robin as I sneered.

I didn’t have time to let my thoughts run away for long as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Aye, keep your cool, ain’t nobody trying to go to jail. We ain’t in the states,” Jimmy whispered as this motherfucker stood boldly in front of Kayla and me.

He literally is eying her up and down like she’s dessert.

“I heard it was your birthday, so I ordered you a glass of wine,” he said reaching down, taking Kayla’s hand in his and placing a kiss on her hand.

“What the fuck?” I hissed as Kayla seemed confused but smiled. “Uh, well, it’s not my birthday yet, but thank you for the kind gesture,” she said as I rolled my eyes. “You are very welcome, my name is Colton,” he said as I growled.

“Ok, you can move on now Colton, this is a family dinner and you ain’t invited,” I said as Sefa touched my shoulder. “Aye, just breathe man,” Joe whispered as unclenched my fist.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Kayla is my woman, how dare he even fucking look at her.

“Could I trouble you for a dance.”

“Nah, she’s good, move on,” I said as Kayla sipped on her wine. “Sure, I would love to Colton,” she said standing up.

“So, you just gon’ act like I ain’t sitting right here, Kayla?” I asked as she looked back at me.

“Yep, just like how you acted like I wasn’t on the ship last night when you were dancing with Danielle,” she whispered as Robin and Joe cringed.

I flinched at her words but didn’t say anything, instead I watched them like a hawk as she followed him onto the dance floor.

“Uce, you need to breathe,” Jimmy said as I ignored him and looked over at Joe who seemed like he was just waiting for me to say the word.

“Go get her Joe, before I kill this mothafucka,” I hissed as Joe got up without hesitation and went over to get Kayla.

“You trippin ‘Jey,” Robin said as I growled seeing Joe coming back over without her.

“Aye, you gon’ have to handle that, Uce,” he said sitting down clearing his throat.

“What did she say?” Bianca asked as Joe sighed. “She told me she loved me, but to take my ass back to my seat. Yea, and to tell you to fuck off,” he said pointing at me.

“How bout you take your ass over there and get your own woman,” Trin said as I sucked on my teeth.

“Jimmy and Sefa go get her,” I said my eyes focused on this clown’s hands resting on her lower back as they danced.

“I don’t see why she can’t dance with him? What they doin’ is a simple two step, barely even touching. What you had going on last night was a ho bumping and grindin’ up on you and trying to kiss you,” Robin said as Joe leaned over and whispered in her ear as she rolled her eyes at me.

“I agree, it ain’t the same,” Trin said as Jimmy looked at me and I gave him the signal tuning the girls out.

“A’ight let’s go Sefa, but I ain’t trying to get cussed out,” Jimmy said as Trin shook her head. “I hope she do cuss yo’ ass out because he needs to be takin’ his ass over there and not ya’ll,” Trin said as Bianca shook her head and looked over at Montez who he held his hands up.

“I ain’t goin’ over there so don’t look at me like dat. I do got some sense,” he said as she seemed pleased with her answer.

Kayla’s POV

I want him to feel how I felt last night. If you feel how I felt last night, maybe you will think before you put yourself in these stupid positions.

“Ya’ man seemed very upset, I didn’t mean any harm,” Colton said as I nodded. “He’s really mad about something else, it has nothing to do with you. Plus, it’s just a harmless dance and I’m Kayla by the way,” I said as he smiled.

“Yes, it is, and I meant no disrespect. It’s just you looked like you could use a break and it’s nice to meet you Kayla,” he said as I smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said as he looked over my shoulder.

“Here comes some more of your friends,” he whispered as I rolled my eyes. I knew it was Sefa and Jimmy

“Uh, sis, Jey wants to holla at you right quick,” Jimmy said gently touching my shoulder as Colton cleared his throat and stepped back.

“I don’t give a damn what he wants Jimmy.”

“Let’s get some air sis, tensions are high, and we just need to cool off. Uce, is feeling some type of way-” Sefa started as I interrupted him.

“Tell your brother I’m a grown ass woman and I don’t give a damn how he’s feeling. He can kiss my ass for all I care, now relay that message,” I whispered to him so Colton nor Jimmy could hear me.

Sefa nodded, rubbing his hand over his beard before walking back towards our table with Jimmy in tow.

The anger that flashed across Jey’s face as Sefa relayed the message didn’t frighten me at all as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Look, Imma head out, my friends are back,” Colton said pointing at two guys standing by the entrance as they smiled and waved.

“I think it’s best,” I said waving back at them as Colton nodded.

“Have a good rest of your trip, and Happy Birthday Kayla.”

“Thank you and the same to you,” I said as Jey casually tapped him on the shoulder before we could go our separate ways.

“Sorry to cut in, but it’s my turn,” Jey said grabbing my hand, pulling me to him before Colton could even respond.

Reading the room, Colton held his hands up in surrender. “She’s all yours big guy, I was just about to leave anyway,” he said as Jey smirked at him.

“I’m glad you realize that, now take yo’ ass on,” Jey said as I shook my head. “Bye Colton and thanks,” I said as he smiled and waved before walking back over to his friends as Jey wore a deep frown.

“That was rude,” I said as he scoffed. “Yea, it was rude and I don’t give a fuck. You really think I was gon’ let that shit ride, another man trying to push up on you, fuck you thought was gon’ happen.”

“Jey, I’m a grown ass woman,” I hissed as he licked his lips caressing my hips.

“Yea, you are and I’m a grown ass man. So, I don’t mind coming to get my woman,” Jey said as I smiled.

“Oh, really, because I wasn’t aware I was your woman because you damn sure seemed to have a lapse of memory last night,” I said as he pulled me closer.

“Look, I get it, Kay. I hurt you, but when are you going to actually listen to me and let me explain,” he said as I pushed him away.

“When you actually understand how that shit made me feel and want to have a real conversation about why you even put yourself in that kind of position to begin with, especially with her, and speak of the devil, there she is.”

“What are you talking about?” he whispered as I pointed to the entrance and there stood Danielle with a smirk.

“Let’s just go Kayla, it ain’t worth it.”

“No, I ain’t going nowhere, this is my night. That bitch can leave,” I said as Danielle, and I stared each other down from across the room.

Sefa’ POV

“I know this isn’t happening,” I whispered seeing Danielle and hearing Cameron’s sharp intake of breath.

“I’mma beat this bitch ass,” Bianca said as Montez shushed her.

“Don’t shush me….I’m just sayin’ she got one time and she mine,” Bianca said as he tried to calm her down.

“All the places on this fuckin’ island and she’s here,” Robin said as Joe seemed speechless. “It’s the audacity for me,” Trin said as Jimmy nodded.

“Damn, she really just thinks she can do what she wants,” Jimmy said as Kayla and Jey came and sat back down.

“Boo, you ready to go?” Robin asked as Kayla laughed.

“Nah, I’m about to beat her ass and then we can leave.”

“Excuse me, what?” Jey asked as Kayla took off her earrings.

“You heard me, I’m bout to beat her motherfuckin’ ass, and then we can leave,” Kayla said louder as Bianca smirked.

“That’s my girl, whoop dat bitch ass. She been playin’ in your face like she ain’t got no sense.”

“Maybe we should just leave,” Joe said as Danielle walked in front of Jey and Kayla.

“Joe, I love you for trying to be the voice of reason, but she got this one coming,” Trin whispered as I saw Kayla shift in her seat wearing a smile.

Danielle had just walked into the lion’s den and didn’t even know it.

Kayla’s POV

“Aww, Jey you still going all out for special occasions I see,” Danielle said picking up a glass from off the table as I smirked at her, as Jey was livid.

“Leave Danielle-” Jey hissed as I interrupted him.

“Jey, don’t say another word, I got it. Danielle, let me holla at you on the terrace,” I said standing up with my glass a wine as everyone looked on almost scared to move.

“Oou, you in danger girl, and don’t even know it,” Trin whispered as I smiled, playing it cool.

“Sure, I see no reason as to why we can’t have a conversation like grown women,” she said heading towards the terrace as Jey stood up.

“Kayla, baby, I can-”

“Your not needed for this conversation,” I said as his eyes pleaded with me to not do anything crazy.

“I’m fine….It’s cool,” I said giving his hand a comforting squeeze before following her onto the terrace and closing the door behind me.

The waves crashing upon the shore represented my own anger that was raging inside me as we were finally standing face to face.

Her smugness pissing me off, but I couldn’t let it show. I needed answers first, and after that….. Oh, I’mma beat dat ass for the 9-9- and the 2000’s.

“I’m glad we could talk after last night,” Danielle said as I nodded.

“After last night, I was so crazy angry. I was wondering what I’d do if I saw you again. I mean would I just lose control and beat yo’ ass on site.” I said as Danielle backed up slightly holding her hands up.

“Now, you said we were going to talk,” Danielle said as I smiled.

“You know I even dreamed about throwing your ass overboard last night,” I said casually taking a sip of my wine as she seemed nervous.

“So, are we going to talk, or are you going to keep threatening me.”

“We are talking Danielle, but let’s be real…..I don’t know you, but let me make it crystal clear. Stay away from Jey, or we’re gonna have a problem,” I said as she smirked.

“Oh, so you speak for him now. Man, where did he find you, Ms. Perfect?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, but it’s none of your business. Danielle, why did you show up here?” I asked truly curious.

“Well, you are the longest relationship he’s been in since we broke up four years ago. I’m trying to figure out what makes you so damn special,” she said as I shook my head, this bitch was asking for it.

“I speak life into him and I’m actually there for him. Something, you didn’t do, apparently,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“Look, Jey knew he couldn’t do better than me, so he was ok with it. Normally he realizes the error of his ways and then we fall right back into our routine within a month. It’s just takin’ us a little longer this time,” Danielle said as I looked at her like she was crazy.

“It’s been four years!” I shouted as she sneered at me. “Like you are delusional as fuck. Baby, it’s been over between you and Jey. It was over a year before I even came in the picture.”

“I’m not delusional, I’m speaking facts.”

The more she rambled, the more things started to make sense. She was a toxic ass narcissist, emotionally abusive, and God knows what else and in that moment of realization, I saw red.

“You made his life a living hell, didn’t you?” I whispered as she smiled.

Yea, I’m done talking now. Without hesitation, I flicked my glass of wine in her face as she gasped in shock.

“That was for showing your fuckin’ face here,” I said as she tried to wipe her face off with her hands. “You fuckin’ bitch,” she said whispered through gritted teeth.

“Yea, that’s me, and don’t you forget it.” Rearing back, I punched her in the face, as she collapsed to the ground holding her jaw.

“That one was for Jey,” I said as she used the railing for support to pull herself up. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered as I tackled her, our momentum causing us both to go over the railing, and onto the sand.

The force of our landing knocking the wind knocked out of both. “Shit!” I hissed, rubbing the back of my head momentarily, but regained my senses seeing Danielle trying to run away.

Shaking the cobwebs loose, I kicked off my heels and grabbed her by the leg “Nah, you been talkin’ all dat shit, what’s good!” I yelled slanging her back down onto the sand.

“Ah! Your crazy!” Danielle screamed as I climbed on top of her punching anywhere I could as she tried to block my fists with her arms.

“Bitch you gon’ learn today, this ain’t what you want!”

Jey’s POV

The loud crash was enough for us all to run onto the terrace to see what the hell was going on.

There was Kayla on top of Danielle in the sand unloading on her ass as Danielle was screaming trying to cover herself up.

“Uce, get her ass before they call the damn cops,” Sefa hissed as we both jumped over the rail running to separate the girls.

“Kay, come on that’s enough,” I said pulling her off of Danielle as she kept a tight grip on her hair.

“Let go! Let go!” Danielle screamed as Sefa pried Kayla’s hands out of her hair, but not before Kayla broke her other arm free from my grasp and punched Danielle a couple times on the back of the head.

“Damn! You can’t get her, Jey!” Joe yelled as Jimmy was helping him get ahold of Danielle.

“I got her! Ya’ll just get her ass outta here!” I yelled as Kayla tried to break free.

“You bitch! This ain’t over!” Danielle screamed as Jimmy and Joe were dragging her away.

“You damn right it ain’t, cause’ every time I see you, it’s on-site bitch!” Kayla yelled struggling against me as the girls came over to help calm her down.

“Calm down, Kayla, you got her, and it’s done,” Trin said as Kayla finally stopped fighting against me.

“I got you, just calm down baby. It’s over, alright,” I whispered as Kayla turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as the girls surrounded her, pushing me away in the process before I could respond.

“Ya’ll take her and get her cleaned up,” Sefa said as Montez picked up Kayla’s shoes up the ground and handed them to Cameron.

“I’ll go check on Joe and Jimmy,” Montez said as I nodded feeling a migraine coming on. All this was my fault….

“I’ll go pay so we can head back to the ship,” I said just feeling defeated watching the girls comforting Kayla when it should have been me.

Yep, night two official had gone to shit.

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be-my-ally · 1 year

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Wet Bikini

Here’s a little one shot I finished last week while I work on a couple of requests from the weekend + several other random bits I started last week!! Hopefully have more by the weekend!!

pairing: afab!reader/big daddy!elvis

summary: Your bikini top comes off in the pool at Graceland with everyone around - you swear its an accident but Elvis thinks you’re just a little tease.

In my head this is set in a later AU of We Can’t Go On Together (there’s no baby mentioned) but easily just a Big Daddy 70’s!Elvis one shot.

warnings: 18+, jealous!elvis - honestly when isn’t he when I’m writing? thigh riding (this is something i’m now realising may very well be a *thing* for me), dubcon semi-public exhibitionism - you can decide to what extent/if everyone stays and sees, or if they all distract themselves/leave when they realise that the two of you are up to something. Nipple play, & Elvis twice refers to himself as daddy.

wc: 2.4k

You’re laughing and joking with the girls as you lay on the loungers, watching Elvis and the boys splash about. They’re playing some form of water polo, cheering and dunking one another under according to some clearly made up rules. He’s not wearing a t-shirt in the pool for once, he gets so self-conscious lately, but clearly the lack of any cameras and the lack of any outsiders is making him feel free. Every time you look over at him it makes you smile to see him so relaxed, and it doesn’t hurt that it means you get a perfect view of his masculine hairy chest.

You shriek as a splash covers you in spray; the water hitting your tanned legs and you look over your sunglasses at the men in the pool.

“You did that on purpose!” Elvis looks sheepish, like a little boy caught out in a prank, and with his hair flopping into his eyes, and water dripping off of him you can see the little boy version of him too.

“Nu-uh! I-I-it was Joe!” He points over at him and you look over, Joe’s at the other end of the pool but Elvis is within two metres of you. You don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth.

“Hmmm.” You put your sunglasses back over your eyes and lean back, waiting for the right moment to attack; it comes a minute later when Elvis turns around to rejoin the game and you waste no time launching yourself at his back. You cling to his shoulders as your momentum from your jump in sends you both tumbling under water. He comes up gasping, pulling you up - still hanging like a limpet onto his back. “Got ya!” You lick his ear. He tries to throw you off, laughing as you clutch his neck. You let go when he leans back under - chucking you under the water again. You resurface, blinking the water out of your eyes smiling at him. He’s out of breath laughing at you, and he immediately pulls you to him.

“You got me.” He pushes your wet hair back, you hadn’t even thought to put your swim cap on in the rush, and leans down to kiss you; pulling you up onto him - the water making you practically weightless in his arms.

A moment later the ball comes flying towards the pair of you and he pushes you away in an attempt to save your face from being hit - your arms actually wheel back as if you were in a cartoon in an attempt to find your balance but its to no avail. You splash down with a thud, hitting the pool floor with the force of his push and your lack of balance. When you come back up Elvis is shouting at Red, chastising him for his god-awful throwing. He glances over at you - gesturing wildly as if to say ‘look what you did!’ But his words suddenly trail off. A flush travels up his chest and face as he looks at you. You can see - stood a way off - behind him that the play has abruptly stopped as the boys all look over at you. You whirl to look at the girls - unsure what’s happened when Charlie’s girlfriend cries out to you; “Your top!” Your swimsuit top is floating close to the edge of the pool, a few metres away from you, and you glance down in slight shock, to see your pebbled nipples and breasts completely bare - your tan line only working to emphasise what everyone could see. Elvis springs into action; grabbing your top and shoving it at you; practically pushing it onto you. But the ties are slippery and he’s all thumbs in his haste, so rather than lying the right way around your left breast is in a cup but your right is trapped between the ties - the cup halfway around your back. You laugh and bring an arm up to cover yourself. Elvis rights your top and crowds you against the pool wall.

“You think that’s funny honey?” His eyes are blazing, but you’ve got the giggles now and can’t stop; you’re not particularly shy but Jesus you didn’t need everyone to have seen your tits. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “You do that on purpose, little girl? Get more attention?”

You frown and try to push him off, “No! Of course not.” He palms at one of your breasts, his body blocking the view from the rest of the pool; even though it sounds like play has resumed and the others are all mostly distracted.

“No? You weren’t tryna make me jealous? Be a little show off?” You whine squirming against him even as he sends shockwaves down your body.

“I swear, baby, I wasn’t!” You go to pull your top around but he stops you, gathering your wrists and pinning them against your belly button. He chuckles lowly;

“From where I’m standing,” He looks you up and down, “it seemed like it was on purpose. Intentional.” He moves to no longer be fully blocking you. “Seems like you wanted all the boys to see you - see what’s mine.” You shake your head, as he fiddles with your top again, tugging it around, fingers brushing your side, dipping into the cups.

“I didn’t I swear!” He shakes his head at you.

“I don’t believe you,” he sing-songs at you. His eyes are still dark but he’s not frowning so hard anymore, and you’re hopeful this is signalling a change to his more playful side. “You’re just a tease aren’t you,” He tugs your top to the side slightly, exposing a little less than half a nipple, “a little slut for it.” You whine and attempt to move away, but you’re not really trying, your breath catching as he rubs his thumb in a circle around your nipple. He leans in, to whisper directly in your ear, and he slots his leg between yours - forcing you to lean back against the wall. “Wanna give ‘em a show? Dirty girl?” You wriggle against his thigh. You can’t do much other than agree with him. Nodding against his head. “Knew it, doll. Knew you wanted them to see you. Let ‘em see what Daddy owns then.” He let’s go of your wrists and tugs your top down all the way - both of your tits popping out of the triangle cups. He grins at you, wolfishly, his hair an absolute mess from being repeatedly dunked and grabbed. Your hands fly up to protect your modesty, you can’t see the others from your view that mostly consists of Elvis at the moment, but that doesn’t mean they can’t see you.

“Oh - you don’t want them to see now?” You whine and stumble out an apology,

“No - I, Elvis. It was an accident!” You protest, why on earth would you have intentionally taken your top off?

“Hush up darlin’,” and he strokes your breast, his left hand following underneath the water, trailing down your stomach to play with the fabric at the top of your bikini bottoms, “Daddy’s teasing now.” A flash of panic goes down your spine - anyone could be watching right now! Although that thought does little more than excite you further - despite your immediate reaction you’re not too worried, what would anyone really be able to say to you? They’d be quickly rebuffed by you, if not Elvis himself, if anyone mentioned anything, but that didn’t mean the situation wasn’t embarrassing. Embarrassing you more was the fact that he really was turning you on. You didn’t think you had a thing for exhibitionism before and you couldn’t really tell if it was the public element of his teasing, and your nudity, or his possessive action that you found so arousing.

You press a hand against his chest, feeling his damp chest hair, as if you were about to push him away, but you find that all you can do is rest it there. Waiting to see what else he’s going to do. He laughs lowly at you, as if he expected you to melt and you’re now meeting his expectations. His hand moves down to rub your stomach over the waistband of your bottoms. His other goes to bat where your arm is still covering your breasts away, “Get that hand away from your, my, little tits sweet.” You comply, “You wanted them to see, you found it funny, “ he emphasises almost sarcastically, “a moment ago - so let,” he pulls the top down further, “them”, a pinch on each nipple, “see.”

He takes a step back. As his heat moves away you feel suddenly even more exposed. You squeeze your eyes closed and your head tips back - you don’t want to see if anyone’s watching, and he steps forward again, resting his thigh back where it was before. Sandwiched between your legs, the height difference between you evident as he crowds into you again. “Open those eyes baby, want ya to look at me. Watch me.” You roll your head forward, and he places his hand on either side of your body, resting on the pool edge, supporting himself as he bends his knee to prop you up. You’re sandwiched between the wall and his knee - only your thin, wet, bikini bottoms separating you from each other - the fabric sliding over his thigh as easily as if you were nude - the water making you weightless and frictionless. It made it simultaneously pleasing, to rut against him so easily, but also frustrating, the lack of friction makes it difficult to get the pressure right, difficult to get any motion on your clit.

“El-“ You stared into his eyes, eyes that were so dilated you could barely see the familiar blue in them. “El-Please,” He thrusts his knee into you, causing you to buck - bouncing you up . Your feet come off the floor and you take the initiative to hop up, wrapping your legs around him. You realise you can feel him hardening against you. You forget about your nudity, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting against his stomach. He moves his arms that were caging you in to support you - holding you up and tight against him. You rub against him, and he dips his head down,

“Please what darlin’?” You can feel his smile against your ear as he whispers into it, “What’d want baby?” He thrusts up, you bump against him and he shifts his hold of you into one arm, pushing you further onto his thigh. His thighs now are a lot thicker than they used to be, and it spreads your legs wider than when you first met - you love it. Love feeling his thickness, his manliness, his comforting weight under you, on top of you, surrounding you.

“Just, just - I just want you.” He laughs at you, thrusting up. You can feel yourself thrumming, and you can feel every vibration from his laugh going straight to your cunt.

“You got me, you always got me.”

He pushes you back against the wall, forcing your legs back down to place your feet on the pool floor. He draws a hand up to palm at your nipple, and roughly squeezes the breast around it before trailing it down, he skips over the waistband and you can’t help the whine that slips out, but then you feel his finger hooking into the crotch of your bottoms. Pushing them to one side. It all serves to remind you that you’re still exposed from the waist up, and now, from the waist down if someone were to look at the right angle. He slips a second finger in, roughly rubbing you - the water takes away some of your own slickness but he can feel the difference in texture, can feel you fluttering open to allow his finger to sink into you. Knows that you’re desperate for it. You gasp against his neck, pressing little open mouthed kisses along his shoulder as he strokes your wet, slick folds and walls.

His whole hand is practically under now, and he nudged your bottoms further to the side to allow his thumb to nudge against you, searching for your sweet spot. He finds it, delicately hidden, and when he touches it, rubs over it ever so gently before returning with a harder, rougher touch you jump as if you’ve been electrocuted. Your hips move of their own accord as you’re essentially pinned against his hand. Your hands leave his neck, one gripping his wrist, urging him to stay where he is and continue. You gasp again, trying to keep quiet, uncertain as you were to whether anyone was still around to be watching you, as he continues to expertly bring you the brink. You can feel his cock, still hard, rubbing against you, and you can’t help but reach out for it, attempting to slip your free hand down his tight little swim shorts. Before you can succeed though he pulls his hand away and you pant, still clutching his wrist.

“Good baby,” You whimper back at him in response to his baby talk, “Gonna leave you like this. Drippin’ ‘cause of the water, drippin’ ‘cause of me. Teach you you be a little flirt, little tease.” You clench your thighs, and he moves completely away, pulling your top back up and properly retying it. He really is going to leave you like this. You can barely form a coherent thought - all you can feel and hear is the throb of your heartbeat - centred not in your chest but between your legs. He kisses you and pushes you to one side, pulling himself up and out of the pool.

He crouches for a moment right by your head, and whispers in your ear - “Meet me in the shower, I’ll take proper care of you then.” You watch him walk away, patting himself dry with a little towel as he walked. You count to thirty before pulling yourself out of the pool, following him without even bothering to towel off - what’s the point when you’d still be wet anyway.

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cemeterygirlrocks · 8 months

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IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

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0sincerelyella · 9 months

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Her Knights In Shining Armor - J.B

Summary: y/n and joe run into the end of the beginning to their exciting new journey, and the boys are happier than they ever could be.

Warnings: i don’t capitalize on purpose this isn’t a school essay. these are just for funzies for me and you, hope you enjoy!!

(mason is six, ollie is four)

As a 9 month pregnant woman, it was difficult for y/n to get up and down the stairs to the stadium at this point. Sadly, that is the boys favorite place to watch the games. At this point in y/ns pregnancy she couldn’t risk sitting in the stands, in fear of not having a way to get out. she didn’t want to ruin the boys fun at the games so they sat with Joes dad in the stands while y/n sat in the VIP box with joes mom.

Todays game is the biggest of the season. it’s the AFC championship game against none other than Kansas city for the third year in a row. It was in the beginning of the fourth quarter, the bengals were up one touchdown and Kansas city had the ball.

Y/n sat in the VIP box with Robin, on the edge of her seat. she’s screaming and yelling at the plays and the flags, she’s standing and pacing back and forth. “Y/n maybe you should sit down, you don’t wanna stress bean out” y/n sighed, angry at the distance between kansas city and the end zone

She obliged and sat down, holding her stomach, feeling an odd sensation she didn’t enjoy much.

looking back to the game she quickly stood in anger, watching as the chiefs scored a touch down. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE-“ a sharp gasp stopped the yelling.

a pool of water flooded the ground, and y/n held her stomach as tight as she could. “Y/n? oh my goodness!” Robin stood as fast as she could. “It’s time no it can’t be time” her breathing became heavy as everyone in the box began to help her out of it as Robin called staff on the side to inform Zac. Quickly, the staff gave zac the phone.

“Zac i know it isn’t the time but y/n is going into labor” Y/n was groaning angrily as she tried to get herself down the stairs. “Oh no, i’m gonna have to pull joe” “NO! do not let him leave!” “y/n he’s going to want to be at the hospital.” “i know but this game is important to him- AH- and me, and it’s almost ove- CRAP just DONT LET HIM LEAVE”

Zac sent security up to get them and drive the two to the hospital.

on the feild, the fourth quarter had 5 minutes left as y/n began to make her way to the hospital.

Joe was throwing the ball and jamar ran it into the end zone, putting them up a touchdown. joe celebrated with his teammates as he heard zac’s voice through his helmet. “Joe, don’t freak but your wife’s going into labor” joe froze for a second, then ran towards the sideline “coach you gotta pull me” zac explained what y/n requested but joe was not having it. “i’m not missing my child’s birth!” “Joe y/n wants you to win the game, it’s almost over just push through and we will get you to the hospital as quickly as possible”

joe was not happy about it but he agreed, staying the rest of the game.

Jim, joes dad, had been told to let the boys finish the game and then take them to the hospital. so that’s what he did.

after the game, which the bengals had won, sending them to the super bowl. but joe had no time to celebrate. He rushed to the hospital as quick as possible in pads and all. He ran as fast as he could into the hospital, being directed to the room y/n was in. when he saw her laying in the hospital bed he completely broke down. “i thought i missed it” he was about to cry.

“Enough of that- OW- did we win?” she was wincing and screaming, but cared about nothing but the game. “Yes baby, we won, now come on let’s deliver this baby”

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as quickly as he could, joe ran out into the waiting room, only to be faced with his whole team, his mom, his dad, but not his two sons

“What are all you guys doing here? you should be celebrating” the big grin on his face never left. “We couldn’t celebrate without our QB and our new D1 athlete” Jamar said. “So tell us joe, How is my new baby?” his mom asked

“She’s beautiful” that’s when the tears fell. the entire lobby filled with yells of joy, yelling about this beautiful new baby girl.

“her name is Bailey Eleanor Burrow” Robin began to cry as she hugged her son. “can i see her?” “i wanted the boys to meet her first, where are they?” just as he said that, Oliver and mason ran into the room playing tag.

“Daddy! Daddy! how’s bean?” joe smiled, grabbing his boys, taking them to the room.

when the boys poured into the room, y/n was holding bailey to her chest. “boys” she smiled, as oliver climbed into the bed. “oli stop it!” “no joey he’s okay” joe took his daughter as the boys hugged their mother close. “boys, i want you to meet your baby sister, bailey”

the first night they took bailey home, she cried all night, as babies do. not only keeping joe and y/n awake but also mason and oliver.

specifically, one night, mason and oliver crept out of there room before their sister woke up to cry. they layed infront of her door and closed there eyes.

when bailey began to cry, joe got out of bed to tend to the new light of his life. when he walked into the room, he hadn’t noticed the crying stop. he looked at her crib, and low and behold the two boys had stood on chairs to bend down and help their sister sleep.

“boys? what’s going on?” the boys looked up. “hi daddy” ollie said, smiling brightly. “Sorry you woke up daddy, we wanted to keep bails safe tonight don’t worry” mason smiled, standing tall and bright.

“joey? what’s happe- boys what are you doing awake?” y/n walked into the room, smiling at her boys. “you should be sleeping”

“they wanted to protect bails” the smile widened.

“oh boys” y/n tiredly picked up oliver, and joe picked up mason, walking towards his girlfriend with a kiss on the forehead.

“you boys are her nights in shining armor”

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fallatyourfeet · 1 year

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Good For Business (Jealous Tommy Shelby x Female Reader) Part 2/2

Completed

Summary: There is still no doubt that you're good for business, but maybe you're a little too good. And Tommy can't handle the consequences.

Reacquaint yourself with part 1 or read it for the first time here.

Word count: 1838

Warnings: Swearing. Jealousy. Reader being disrespected.

A/N: This was a long long long time coming. It was written in patches over a long period of time. So, I really hope it doesn't feel too disjointed. It’s actually the first thing I've posted in 5 months, FIVE, but I do hope it's not so long before I post another.

Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.

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Tommy sat in his favourite restaurant, at his favourite table, with a tumbler of his favourite whisky residing in the palm of his hand, marveling you. You really were, good for business. The man sitting across from him, a man renowned for being nearly impossible to deal with, was like putty in your hands, and you weren’t even trying to turn on your charm. It was just you.

Bringing you along to this business deal was not an easy decision. Since that glorious day in the office of the Garrison, you had virtually lived in each other's pockets, but that didn’t mean he wanted you getting involved in his shady day to day business. Working at the Garrison as a paid employee was one thing, but getting directly mixed up in his business deals, well, that was an entirely different matter. But leaning back in his chair watching you unravel this tightly wound and notoriously difficult man, with a simple smile, was something to behold.

This very lucrative deal was for all intents and purposes, legal. However, Tommy’s long-term intentions were not exactly above board, and the very difficult and strait-laced, Joe Robertson, knew it. On multiple occasions he had refused to meet with Tommy on the account of his reputation, so when he finally agreed to sit down and talk, Tommy did his research. Not wanting to take anything by chance and blow the only opportunity he might have of securing a deal with this man. He left no stone unturned, barely falling short of knowing what he ate for breakfast. And boy, did Tommy pull out all the stops. But Joe was seemingly unimpressed, and Tommy thought all opportunity was lost. All until it was time for you to join them at the restaurant.

They were already sitting at the table; drink in hand, barely exchanging words with the contract lying forgotten on the table. Then you breezed through the door, instantly catching Joe’s eye. And that was the moment Tommy wondered, if maybe the only moral weakness the honourable Joe Robertson had, was you. A string of beautiful, well-dressed women had filed through the restaurant door for the past 45 minutes and he barely even noticed them. But your warm inviting smile and natural charm, had his features flickering to life and suddenly expectant when he realised you were being ushered towards them.

Both men stood up when you stopped at the edge of the table, Tommy offering you the seat between them, making introductions as he did so. “Joe, this is Miss Y/N Y/L/N... my better half... Y/N this is, Mr Joe Robertson.”

Tommy’s palm gently caressed your back as he guided you to your chair, noticing how the contact seized Joe’s attention, his eyes lingering on Tommy’s hand with a touch of jealousy. And yet, he nodded politely and greeted, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N... I see Tommy’s good taste isn’t restricted solely to tailored suits and fine whisky.”

Your answering smile was stunning, and your words playfully disarming, “Yes. It seems his good taste also extends to future business partners too.”

Joe laughed, the effects of your playful flattery showing in the redness of his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he took a breath, “Well, we’re not quite there yet, but the evening has suddenly taken a more promising turn. Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, do you often accompany Mr Shelby to his business meetings?”

Tommy leaned across the table, reaching for the bottle of champagne he lifted it from the wine cooler and poured a glass. Handing it to you, he found himself holding back a smirk when you took a sip, savoured it, and replied, “No. But if the champagne is always as good as this, then yes, I do believe this meeting will be the first of many.”

Tommy relaxed back into his chair and lit a cigarette, happy to take the back seat while you worked your effortless magic. And the man was instantly under your spell.

With a nod of his head, Joe leaned towards you, his voice lowered just a little, “Well then, I’ll make sure to have a bottle of the finest champagne waiting for you whenever Mr Shelby and I arrange a meeting.”

Taking another sip, you settled into the curve of your chair and smiled. It was warm and genuine, and the hum leaving your lips formed a distinct appreciation for the champagne, before tipping your glass towards him, and replying, “Then let’s not leave it too long between drinks, Mr Robertson.”

The normally hard features of the strait-laced businessman were suddenly soft and pliable when he connected the edge of his glass with yours, “Let’s not.” And Tommy found himself butting out his cigarette to once again, sit back and appreciate his whisky, whilst marveling you.

And before long, you had done all but secure his signature across the dotted line of the contract. And yet, Tommy grew uneasy. Yes, Joe’s features remained soft and pliable as he soaked up every smile and word you spoke, but as the evening progressed, Tommy felt his upper lip tighten when Joe gazed a little too long across the silky skin of your bare shoulder. Fought the impulse to narrow his glare when he admired the soft curve of your bust with a little too much appreciation. And found himself rapping his cigarette case a little too forcefully against the tabletop, when the man, renowned for his unrivalled morals, failed to disguise the growing vile thoughts in his eyes. But Tommy endured it. All he needed was Joe’s signature and he would never have to see you spend another moment with the man. Surely, he could endure it for that long. Surely.

Dessert had just been ordered, and Tommy had managed to remain civil, when you stood up and brushed your hand across his shoulder, reaching for your clutch you excused yourself, “Gentlemen... excuse me a moment, while I disappear to powder my nose.”

Nodding his head, Tommy smiled, watching your retreating form as you made your way towards the ladies. Turning his attention to Joe, he found him doing the same, the hungry look in his eyes doing nothing to lessen the tight grip Tommy had around his tumbler. When you finally disappeared behind the door, Joe picked up the contract and reached inside his jacket pocket for a pen. “I think we have a deal, Mr Shelby. My lawyer has already combed through the contract you sent him and gave me the green light to make my own decision. However, there’s just one condition I’d like to add.”

Penning down an amendment to the contract, he skipped to the final page and signed it before pushing it across the table to Tommy, speaking as he did so. “I had no intention of signing this today or making any kind of deal with the likes of you, but I am willing to make an exception... if... you accept my ‘additional’ request.”

Not liking the edge that Joe’s voice suddenly carried, Tommy took a long slow breath in a calculated effort to calm himself. Yet, the strain still showed at the edges of his mouth, his voice harder than he intended, “an ‘additional’ request?”

Gripping the sides of his glass, Tommy’s fingertips turned white, his resolve almost shattering when his free hand sifted through to the amended page of the contract. There it was. Your name. Written in the ink of Joe’s messy scrawl. ‘A whole night with Mr Thomas Shelby’s better half, Miss Y/N Y/L/N.’

‘FUCKING WHAT?’ Tommy screamed the words inside his head.

Staring blindly at the page, the single sentence blurred into a mess of blue ink, the typed black font of the contract all but invisible to him. Clearing his throat, Tommy closed the contract with unnerving calm, though his internal dialogue was ropeable, ‘The fucking gall of this man. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he fucking realise who he’s dealing with?’

While it was true that Tommy’s virtues in the muddy world of business deals, were at best, questionable. And all he needed was to scribble his name right beside Joe’s signature, and the deal was done. Somehow, the thought of sharing you to secure probably his most lucrative deal to date, left him seething. Not to mention the poor whisky residing in his hand at risk of spilling across the table, if the crystal tumbler finally succumbed to his choking grip.

Lifting his head, he stared coldly into Joe’s eyes. This man. This so called, ‘moral honourable’ man, was requesting a night with you. One whole night to do with you as he pleased. Did he think you were some cheap common whore? With a deep breath, he raised his brow, his voice low and threatening, “Y/N is not a commodity of the Shelby Company, Mr Robertson. She cannot be bought sold or bartered with. And she is certainly, no whore”

Joe shook his head casually, “I’ve never been interested in whores, Mr Shelby... I’m interested in the lady currently powdering her nose.” Then leaning across the table, he tapped at the contract a few times, before offering Tommy his pen, “If you want this deal to close, you’ll sign this paper now... I will not consider any other deal.”

It took all of Tommy’s strength to keep from tipping the table over and grabbing the smug fuck by his collar. Wanting nothing more than to roll his hands into fists and break the man’s jaw. Would render so much gratification from seeing his smug pompous eyes roll around in his head. But Tommy had bigger plans, now. Forget the fucking contract. He didn’t need it anymore.

Taking Joe’s pen, he slipped it inside the pocket of his jacket, and stood from the chair. Emptying the whisky into his mouth, he grabbed his cigarettes, before taking the contract and rolling it up like a newspaper. Handing it to a passing busboy, he tipped him generously, before instructing, “Burn these worthless papers in the kitchen, eh?”

Standing there a long silent moment, Tommy watched the boy rush off towards the kitchen, just as you made your way out of the ladies. It could not have been more perfect timing. Turning his attention to Joe, he calmly smoothed over his jacket, before buttoning it up, then leaning towards him spoke with a cold and steely voice. “You’ve just made a big mistake... one big fucking mistake... You’ve disrespected the wrong woman, Mr Robertson. This is not going to end well for you.”

Taking you by the arm, he could see the confusion in your features, and the questions spilling from your eyes, but you said nothing. Nor did you even look back at Joe when Tommy spoke his farewell. “Apologies for the early departure, but I’m sure you’ll understand. I have a whole night to spend with this lovely lady... and I’d rather not waste any further of our time with you... Good night, Mr Robertson.”

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yeollie-plz · 10 months

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Let Me Go

Joel Miller x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Six reasons you wanted Joel Miller and one reason he wouldn't have you.

Genre: Angst, with some fluff for backstory purposes

Warnings: age gap, heart break, cuddling, mentions of fighting

Gif credits to owners!

When you had met Joel, he was this tough guy with a rough exterior. But as time went on there was something warmer about him. Something almost comforting.

This comfort soon turned into reliance and then dependence and sure enough you were in love with the older man. It wasn't just one thing that had led to the fall, actually it was six. You had counted them all, it was exact. Just like his exactly one reason to not have you. The one reason he broke your heart and ignored what he truly felt.

One: Little Gestures

The two of you had met in winter, the snow was falling lightly onto the streets of the Boston QZ. You were freezing, still not used to the chill of the winter air. Not to mention your jacket was thin.

You had met Tess a few times, traded a few things. But you had yet to meet her "guy". This "guy" was Joel, someone she had formed some sort of attachment to. This time Tess had brought Joel along.

He didn't say much, didn't really even make eye contact with you. Instead he sat there, scanning the surroundings.

You shivered slightly as a gust of wind passed the three of you. Not thinking much of it, you continued your conversation. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed something grab Joel's attention as he sauntered off to investigate it.

When he returned, he passed closer to you dropping the jacket that was once donned his shoulders onto your own. Your eyebrows furrowed at the gesture and when you went to question him, he had once again disappeared somewhere. So instead, you gladly accepted the thicker material and its collection of body heat.

You also accepted the flutter in your heart the gesture had given you.

Two: Eyes

Number two was a pair of things: his eyes.

The brown orbs held so much pain, yet every time they passed over5 you there was a softness behind them. It was like he could read everything your mind was trying to tell him. Sometimes they were even trying to scream out to him.

You never needed to bring up the hard stuff to Joel, he just knew. He knew you had pain just like he did. He knew not to dwell on those facts. They were the past and although he didn't see his future he knew yours was as bright as your eyes.

Three: Protector

Tess told you Joel was a protector. He'd do anything for the people he cared about. Even more for those he loved.

"This is why he's so good to have around." She told you. You had always thought there was something between her and Joel. That was until she told you otherwise.

One night you had gotten yourself into a little bit of danger. Some guys were trying to rough you up for some ration cards and luckily Joel happened by the situation. He fought off the men and walked you home.

You were now safely inside your apartment and about to close the door, when Joel held it open with his hand. He looked like something was on his mind.

Neither of you said anything, just held eye contact. Until he finally sighed and let go of your door, leaving.

A few days later you had a meeting with Tess. She brought up the events of that night, apparently Joel had told her. She laughed as she recounted the way he told it.

"I don't know what spell you casted on him but he's entranced with you."

Four: Listener

Joel wasn't much a talked, but he would always listen. You had always had an inquisitive mind. When the world was normal it used to bother your parents and friends, even your teachers sometimes.

But all your questions never seemed to bother Joel. He would sit and listen to them all, even when he didn't have the answers. Even when there was no answers to be given!

And in the rare times he did know a thing or two he would respond, gaining a huge smile from you.

These were the times his heart fluttered.

Five: Cuddles

I know what you're thinking! Joel Miller, a cuddler? You didn't believe it either. But after one particularly long night, you had both fallen asleep on his couch.

There was still a bit of a chill in the air, so naturally your body had gravitated closer to his in search of some warmth.

You were never sure whether it was a conscious decision or not but by the time you woke up the two of you were intertwined together. And this became a habit of yours.

Even when it was no longer cold out, the two of you would cling to each other.

Six: Pretending

After a few months of hanging more with Joel and Tess, they invited you to meet Bill and Frank. It was nice to get out of the QZ and have a normal meal like the whole world wasn't a complete shit show.

At one point you had found yourself inside with only Frank. You had insisted on helping to wash the dishes. While scrubbing a plate, you had caught a glimpse of Joel through the window. Craning to get a better look, you smiled to yourself. All of a sudden Frank laughed, causing you to look over at him.

"What?" You questioned.

"You two are so in love with each other and neither of you see it. It's just funny."

Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could contest, Joel walked into the kitchen.

"Why don't you two go and chat with Bill and Tess? I'll finish this up." He suggested, holding eye contact with you.

Joel wouldn't take no for an answer and ushered the two of you outside. Only to stop you before you made it out the door. He bent down and tied your shoe lace, you hadn't even noticed it had come undone.

Across the room you heard a throat clear and your eyes met Frank's. He gave you a knowing look, mouthing a "see".

One: Heart

The very foundation of a human is their heart. If it stops beating, you no longer have a living being. Only a body.

Joel told you once that his heart had stopped beating a long time ago. And when he was about to leave he told you again.

"I haven't had a heart in years. I haven't felt anything in years. Only pain. Only desperation. But I met you and I had felt my heart beating again. It skipped a beat or two a few times." He let out a small laugh before continuing.

"But I'm not what you deserve. I'm not what you need. I've lived a life and yours is barely starting. You have a beating heart, mine is more like Frankenstein, stitched together."

You couldn't help but to correct him, "Frankenstein was the scientist."

He took a deep breath in, "Then I'm the monster and you're Frankenstein, you stitched me back together."

"But I don't understand, if I've done all this for you, why are you leaving?"

"I can't watch your heart stop beating because of me!" He almost shouted at you.

"You leave and it will stop!" Okay, you were shouting. Grabbing his shirt, pleading him to make eye contact with you.

"I need you to let go. Let me go, Y/N." Finally his eyes met your own and you knew that the man you had fallen in love with was no longer yours.

You had six definitive reasons why you loved Joel Miller, but he had only needed one to leave.

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imaginexwwe · 11 months

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SPRING BREAK 4 - Roman Reigns

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NO TIME SKIP THIS TIME LOL

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED

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4½ MONTHS PREGNANT Y|N FEELS IT'S TIME TO COME CLEAN NOW THAT SHE KNOWS JOE ISN'T JUST AN AVERAGE JOE (🤣)

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PART 3 (×)

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I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, slowly running my hand down my now noticeable baby bump.

I was now in my second trimester of this pregnancy and just when I thought me getting knocked up by a man I'd only known a few hours before, was as bad as this train wreck would get, I was wrong.

Really wrong.

Because turns out, Joe as I'd only known him these few months is actually Joseph Anoaʻi.

Or Roman Reigns, as he goes by in WWE.

The WWE company in which my older brother Colby works for.

"Things are just getting worse and worse." I mumbled as I made my way to my closet, searching for something to wear on my outing with Austin.

And I say outing because I honestly don't know what else to call it.

I mean, it's definitely not a date for me.

I hope it's not a date to Austin...

"Do you think this is a date?" I asked, picking out a short, loose fitting dress.

My bump shouldn't show too much through this, I thought as I began stripping out of my pajamas, sliding my dress on soon after.

"Tori." I called out, trying to get my bestfriends attention, while also wondering why I couldn't see her on the screen anymore. "Tori."

"Oh, sorry." Tori finally replied a huge grin on her face. "I fell down the Roman Reigns rabbit hole." She explained. "Again."

I rolled my eyes, picking up my macbook and going to my bed to sit. "Of course you did." I mumbled.

I couldn't blame her though.

All I did last night, till at least 2 a.m. was watch old matches of my baby daddy.

Then when I finally drifted off the sleep he was on my mind so much that I ended up having a dream that still makes me blush, just thinking about it.

If only it was reality.

It was just something so sexy about him bulling his cousins and other wrestlers.

Even his old matches with my brother and their friend Jon we're awesome to watch.

Tori laughed, holding up a finger. "This is gonna be you and Joe's baby." She said, trying to hold in her laughter so she could finish what she's trying to say. "And his first word will be 'ACKNOWLEDGE ME'" She joked, laughing even louder.

I sighed, feeling my mood change in an instant. "We won't know if it's a he or she." I replied before mumbling. "And we won't know what his or her's first word would be." I reminded her. "You know I've been looking for a good family for this baby..."

Tori nodded. "Yeah, i know." She replied. "I just thought after I told you that Joe wasn't ghosting you, that you mixed up two digits in his number, that maybe..." She trailed off with a shrug. "You'd change your mind about adoption since you won't have to do it alone while trying to finish college."

"I haven't even told Joe about the baby."

"But you know I did." Tori quickly answered. "Again, not on purpose but I did tell him." She added. "What I'm trying to say, is I was excited about being an aunt. And I know you'd be a good as mommy Y|N."

A sad smile formed on my face as I once again began doubting my ability to finish my last two years of college, eventually have a career, and raise a baby.

Even if Joe was involved it'll still be damn near impossible considering he's on the road three or four nights a week, so I'm sure the last thing he wants is a baby to be responsible for.

And on top of that we're not even together.

"Can we change the subject?" I asked, unconsciously rubbing my baby bump.

Tori nodded. "So..." She said. "Why haven't you called Joe?"

I groaned. "That's not changing the subject." I quickly replied. "Besides you know I've been hanging out with Austin still."

"Yeah, but why?" Tori asked, giving me a look. "You have a mature, grown and sexy twenty-seven year old that wants you but you're wasting your time on a cheating ass, immature 20 year old. I just don't get it."

I shrugged. "Austin's changed." I said, not a hundred percent sure I believed what I had just said. "Besides, when any typical guy would've happily ran when finding out their girlfriend cheated and got knocked up, Austin didn't. He made me feel safe and promised we'd go back to normal and put this behind up after I have this baby. He's waiting for me."

"His ass cheated first." Tori mumbled, seemingly ignoring everything else I'd said. "And I noticed the word love wasn't said."

That's because I don't know if I've truly been able to love Austin since he cheated.

Or if I'd be able to any time soon.

At this rate, I'll probably love Joe before I'm able to love Austin again.

Or do I already love Joe and that's the reason I'm unable to love Austin..?

Before I could respond, the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house.

"Austin's here." I said, before standing up. "I gotta go." I added, closing my macbook before Tori could respond.

For a second time, the doorbell echoed, this time sounding louder as I reached the door.

"Damn, Austin." I giggled, opening the door. "I'm almost five months pregnant, give me time." I spoke again, feeling my heart stop for a second when I saw it wasn't Austin. "Joseph?"

Holy shit, I mentally screamed out to myself, as my eyes stayed locked on the man on the other side of the door.

The man who fathered this baby I'm carrying.

Face to face with him for the first time since Miami.

Did he get hotter?

"Hey." Joe said, his eyes seemingly locked on me, like mines were on him.

Or was he staring at my belly?

I shifted uncomfortable at the thought of him seeing me pregnant all of a sudden. "Colby's um..." I began, stumbling on my words. "At his wrestling school."

"I know." Joe, responded with a nod, a seriousness in his tone. "I was hoping to see you, considering you haven't called me yet."

I bit the inside of my cheek, nodding also. "I tried but I..."

"Had my number wrong." Joe finished for me, making me nod again.

"Yeah." I said, with an embarrassed laugh. "I figured you'd just got what you wanted for me and had moved on to the next girl."

A hint of hurt flashed in Joe's eyes after what I hade said. "That's the kind of guy you think I am?" He asked, causing me to immediately shake my head.

"I didn't really know what to think of you, Joe." I answered truthfully. "I had only known you for a few hours and my judgment was blinded by the many shots Tori kept persuading me to drink, then you did take me on that amazing date. But you have to understand I tried calling you a few times and obviously couldn't get in touch with you to tell you about this baby you helped make so yeah..." I rambled. "I guess deep down I couldn't believe a guy that looks like you would even entertain a girl like me. Tori yes. But me? No."

Joe chuckled. "There's no way in hell I could have feelings for Tori."

I smiled, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. "Did you have feelings for me?"

"I do have feelings for you Y|N." He quickly responded, taking a few steps closer to me. "That's why it was driving me crazy these few months thinking that I would never hear from you again."

"You were going crazy over me?" I asked, feeling my heartbeat began to race with anticipation.

Joe, nodded silently and without control, I found myself leaning up towards Joe as he was leaning down towards me.

I let my eyes snap shut, and just as I was about to finally feel Joe's lips on mines again, for the first time in months, a car door slammed shut.

Like it really slammed shut as if someone wanted to really make their presence known.

Please don't be my brother.

PLEASE DON'T BE MY BROTHER.

"Babe." I heard a male voice call out to me, and I slowly opened my eyes to see Austin leaning against his car, a scowl on his face.

I'm assuming from seeing me almost kiss Joe.

Why is it any time Joe's in my presence I forget about Austin?

"Babe..?" Joe asked, his eyes flashing with an emotion I've never seen from him the few times we have been around each other.

Is that jealousy?

Ignoring Joe, I quickly made my way over to Austin flashing a smile at him, as he continued to stare at Joe as if he was mentally sizing him up.

"Shit." I mumbled, stomping my foot. "I forgot my purse." I added. "Be right back."

Quickly, I walked back to the house, making sure to grab on to Joe's arm as I made my way inside. "Look." I said. "I have to go, but if my brother comes home before I do just lie and say you came over for him and I let you in or something."

"Y|N." Joe said, an edge to his tone, and the jealousy still in his eyes. "Who is he?"

I sighed, as I went over to the couch to get my purse. "My boyfriend..." I mumbled, scared to look at Joe for the first time since I opened the door and saw him there. "I think."

"Boyfriend?" Joe questioned as if he couldn't believe what I had said. "How do you have a boyfriend when you're pregnant with my baby?"

"Because me and him have been together for years." I explained. "It's just been a bit complicated with him cheating on me and then me trying to get back at him with you." I added, mentally slapping myself after that last part left my mouth.

How could I say that when I know that's not how it was?

Austin's never on my mind when I'm with Joseph.

Joe let out a sarcastic laugh. "So, that night we were together was just some kind of revenge fuck so you'd have a way to make that dude jealous?"

Was he pissed?

He sounds pissed.

"No." I sighed, my eyes going from Joe to the door and back. "I really do have to go."

"We really need to talk Y|N." Joe replied, but I was already out the door.

Me and him could talk later.

"Okay." I said, as I reached Austin's car again. "We could go now."

Austin nodded silently, his attention still on the door, or rather who's on the other side of the door.

Even though he couldn't see Joe, it seemed that it pained Austin just by knowing he was in there.

"Austin." I called out trying to bring his attention back to me. "Something wrong?"

"No." Austin replied, his signature smile forming as he opened the passenger side door for me, closing it as soon as I got in.

As Austin made his way over to the drivers side of his car, I leaned over towards the back to drop my purse in the backseat when something caught my eye.

"That asshole."

I can't fucking believe him.

Or maybe I should considering this isn't the first time.

Austin finally got into his car, pushing the button to start the engine. "What are you craving today?" He asked, with a chuckle. "Tacos? Pizza? Both?"

"I suddenly don't have an appetite." I mumbled, my arms crossed over my chest.

"C'mon, babe." Austin said, glancing over at me. "You're pregnant." He added, chuckling again. "There's no way in hell you don't have a appetite."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I don't."

"Okay." Austin replied, rolling his eyes also as he again pushed the button, this time turning his car engine off. "Are you hormones acting up?"

Instead of answering Austin, I decided to throw a question of my own at him. "What's these doing in your car?"

"What?"

I held up the two used condom wrappers that I had found in the backseat of his car. "Where you with that slut again? Or someone else?"

"Y|N, your tripping." Austin mumbled, shaking his head. "Those are from the last time me and you had sex." He added. "You know, when you still believed in protection."

I gasped.

How dare he?

"I didn't get pregnant because I didn't make the father use a condom." I angrily replied. "And I know you're fucking lying because the last time you and I had sex was over five months ago and I also know these wrappers weren't in your goddamn car last week." I scoffed, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in my eyes. "Was it her or someone new?"

"It was her." Austin finally answered making me laugh in disbelief.

"I can't fucking believe you would do this again after you said you wouldn't over and fucking over." I replied.

Austin scoffed. "You can't believe me?" He asked, sarcasm in his voice. "I can't believe you'd practically be making out with your baby daddy minutes before I'm supposed to pick you up but you did." He said, before adding. "Just like you let him fuck you without one, even though you ain't even know him a day. But makes sure your boyfriend of six years wore one every damn time we fucked."

In that moment I wanted nothing more than to reach over and slap Austin so hard that I left a hand print in his face, but I held myself back.

Barely.

"For the tenth time I didn't have sex with him without a condom." I groaned, reaching over in the backseat to grab my purse. "His dick is just so big that it broke the condom." I smirked, opening the passenger side door, and getting out of the car. "Something you wouldn't know about."

I didn't say it but I'm sure it was implied that me and Austin were over.

For good this time.

With tears in my eyes I stormed back up to the house, just as Joe was leaving out.

"What's wrong?" Joe questioned, immediately noticing that I was upset.

I wiped at the tears that had fallen from my eyes. "I just ended my six year relationship."

"Because of me?"

"No." I snapped, taking out the last bit of my anger for Austin on Joseph. "Not everything is about you." I added, before mumbling. "And I thought the only time you were a condescending asshole was on tv but it seems like you're one in real life too."

Joe shook his head, leaving out the house without another word or glance.

Did I just ruin what could have been between Joseph and I?

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Later that day I eventually dragged myself out of bed, and downstairs for a middle of the night snack.

Partly because I had a sudden craving for cookies, and partly because I just couldn't get Joe out of my mind.

Especially how he looked when I called him a condescending asshole.

Which he most definitely isn't.

I know I haven't known him long enough to judge all of his qualities, but the few times I've been lucky enough to be in his presence, he's been nothing but a sweetheart.

A gentleman.

"Couldn't sleep either?" I heard a voice say, causing me to jump.

I placed my hand over my heart, trying to calm myself. "You scared me, dude." I said to Colby as I gently shut the refrigerator door, turning to see Colby sitting at the kitchen island. "And no." I answered. "Too much on my mind." I added, rambling in the cabinet for a baking sheet.

"Are you really about to bake cookies at one in the morning?" Colby asked with a laugh, as I began scooping cookie dough from the container and placing it onto the baking sheet.

"Yeah, I got a craving for cookies." I giggled, with a shrug. "Can you be an awesome big brother and preheat the oven for me?" I asked, as I continued scooping.

"Sure."

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About ten minutes later, both my brother and I sat at the kitchen island eating cookies.

Well I was eating cookies, and Colby was eating the only cookie I shared with him.

"You never did say what was on your mind." Colby spoke up, breaking through the silence that had taken over.

"Neither did you." I replied, picking up a cookie and taking a bite.

Colby nodded, getting up and going to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. "You first."

"Okay." I mumbled, biting on my lip. "I broke up with Austin's pathetic ass." I started, noticing the look on Colby's face as if he expected this break up to be like the others where I'd take him back after a while. "For real this time."

"What made it for real this time?" Colby questioned and I couldn't figure out if he was mocking me or genuinely just asking.

I sighed, looking down at the few cookies left in front of me. "He cheated again." I said with a shrug. "Very recently."

"I'm going to beat his ass." Colby immediately responded, in his usual overprotective big brother fashion. "My knee's healed enough for me to curb stomp his head into the pavement."

"Colby." I gasped, trying not to laugh. "You don't have to do anything. I already gave him a piece of my mind and also I'm a thousand and one percent sure you could do prison time for that."

"I do it all the damn time." Colby smirked.

"On tv, idiot." I said, unable to hold my laughter in any longer. "If you were to do that to Austin you'd be in trouble for sure."

Colby shrugged. "It'll be worth it." He said, proudly, before coming back over to sit next to me on the stool he previously sat on. "Is the next reason you can't sleep because of your baby's father?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

I sat silently for a moment, biting my lip as I contemplated if I should reveal the father of this child's identity.

I didn't want to continue hiding it from my brother.

And I definitely didn't want him finding out from someone other than me.

"Big brother." I mumbled, glancing over at him. Promise that you won't hate me after I tell you who he is."

"Hate you?" Colby asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "I could never hate you, Y|N." He added, giving me a reassuring smile. "You're my little sister."

"Okay." I said, biting down on my lip even harder this time. "Promise me you won't hate the father."

I had a big feeling that my brother and Joe's friendship or brotherhood wouldn't be the same as it was but I didn't want my brother hating Joe.

Colby sighed. "Just say it."

"His name is Joe." I whispered, closing my eyes tightly because I was afraid to make eye contact with my brother.

"I know." Colby replied.

I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, remembering I had already told Colby the father's name. "No." I said. "His name is Joe Anoaʻi." I whispered again, feeling tears began to roll down my face for the second time in less than twenty four hours. "As in your bestfriend, Joe."

Once again Colby sighed, repeating himself as he reached over to rub soothing circles in my back. "I know."

As tears continued to run down my face, I carefully turned on my stool to face my brother.

His face oddly calm for someone who's little sister told just told them they had a one night stand with their bestfriend literally a minute ago.

"Who told you?" I gasped. "Was it Tori and her big mouth?" I asked again, with a groan.

I love her but once she gets going there's no telling what she'd spill.

Colby shook his head. "It was Joe."

Joe told my brother about us?

And didn't tell me, he told my brother.

"And as much as I don't like it..." Colby spoke again, with a sigh. "He's a step up from Austin."

I scrunched up my nose at my older brother, really not understanding why he's so calm. "Colby," I said in a calming tone. "Did you take something?"

"Fuck no." Colby laughed, shaking his head. "I'm just okay with it, I guess." He added, before speaking again. "Joe was man enough to come to me and explain earlier today at Black and Brave and..." He shrugged again. "It's not like he purposefully went after my little sister. He didn't know anything about me and you being family before yesterday. Besides you'vegot enough to worry about with this pregnancy. You didn't need a pissed off brotherto add on to your stress."

Okay who is this man next to me?

It's not like I wanted Colby to be so worked up over my situation with Joe, but still...

I didn't expect him to be so calm

And most importantly, why didn't Joe tell me he talked to my brother when he was here earlier.

"But when me and him step back into the ring against one another." Colby said, speaking again, before I could. "I'm beating his ass for what he did with my little sister."

I smiled a bit, before letting out a sigh. "Thank you so much for being oddly understanding." I replied, sliding off my stool, to go over and give my brother a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best brother I've got."

"I'm the only brother you've got." Colby quickly responded, laughing yet again.

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LAST ONE... THIS WEEK 😅

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teasing and cock worship with joe...teasing him in public by running your hand up his thigh and gently squeezing his dick. he pretends not to notice, but as soon as you get home he pushes you to your knees and unzips his trousers, ready for whatever you have to give him. he loves it when you card through the unruly thatch of hair that rests at the base and play with the head and his foreskin while you suck on his balls. i feel like he would leak so much edssxvirsvnmrsacbbnm

Okay so just pure filth then, yes? Christ, I got you 👀

Thank you for requesting and your patience! x

UNDER 18'S DNI. TYSM.

It was a given on what you were up too with your boyfriend whilst you were out for dinner with your friendship group tonight. Being in a new relationship served its purposes, especially when the two of you were crazy about one another. From exploring each other's bodies, finding out each other's kinks, likes and dislikes and overall, the best ways to satisfy. You were so ready for Joe to take you back to his apartment like you'd planned originally in conversation the day before, in the most innocent way was to stay over so you could spend as much time together as humanly possible; but the other was so that you could both have your way collectively.

You'd been driving him unknowingly insane for the last half an hour, starting off simply by moving your chair closer to his so you could get a better feel of his knee, keeping your hand there and squeezing lightly every so often so he'd begin to notice - but he didn't, he'd simply return the hold and move your hand away. You knew you had to take it up a notch by lightly dancing your fingers up and down his thigh, his body language still not showing any signs of bother.

You weren't letting it go there, your need and want for Joe was so deep, you were willing to do whatever it took to rile him up so he when you did arrive back home, he'd basically jump you. Your hand began to stroke further up towards his crotch, it certainly caught his attention when the palm of your hand flattened against it and rubbed intensely, the deep breaths were telling you that you'd nearly got his full regard. Maybe you then took it a step too far when you got a hold of the outline of his semi hard erection in-between your fingers and gently squeezed, feeling it begin to harden fully at your touch, the small hitch of a whimper in his throat then the sudden gulp he swallowed showed that your intentions were in full swing.

Joe kept trying to ignore you, you knew full well he couldn't now as he sat forward to bring no attention to what was happening beneath the table, your rubbing against his now throbbing cock had your mind wandering of what was to come, which in turn had your clit spasming. The next hour and a half were diabolically slow as you waited for the moment you two could rush home and release your frustrations, it suddenly became evident when Joe leaned over into your ear growling slightly "You just wait till the second we step foot in my apartment, you're in for it love."

He wasn't wrong, you'd barely even gotten one foot through the door before he slammed you up against the wall, betraying any respect for you and forcing his lips onto yours, there was nothing innocent about the kiss, his tongue forced its way into your mouth and was lapping up every inch of spit you had for him. Pulling you a few inches away from the door, he pushed it shut so you were in full privacy and Joe's body convulsed into yours, ripping at the seam of your skirt as he tore the material away from you angrily whilst you kicked your shoes off, your breaths were rigid as he broke the kiss "arms up, now." He removed your top and unclasped your bra, your clothes a heap on the floor when his shirt followed, lastly unbuttoning and taking off his jeans. The moment he realised you'd gone commando for this meal was the exact second he pushed his forehead against yours, his dark dilated pupils bore into you. "You fucking filthy little slut." you bit down on your lip, slowly letting it go whilst sporting a fine ass smirk as he took the opportunity to bite it for you and then inched his head down to violently attack your neck. "My filthy little slut, you don't know what you do to me."

Swapping positions and him now leaning against the wall, Joe's hands moved right to your shoulders where he pushed you down and you immediately fell to your knees, bare and ready. "See where being such a cock hungry whore gets you? On your knees where you should be."

You stared up to Joe as your hands palmed him once again through his boxers, the familiar strain of his erection outlined clearly, which hadn't gone away from the moment you started until now, the little staining of wet aligned where the tip had soaked against it, the acquainted sound of his growl returned. "And I'd do it all again." you answered back.

He moved his fingers in-between the elastic and removed the only thing left blocking you from pleasing your man; you assisted in easing them down his legs and sliding them away once they were off of his feet. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of his perfect cock, even more immaculate with the leaking tip that was inevitably covered in pre cum, you reached upward and gripped his shaft in your hand as you tongued at his end, looking up through your lashes as Joe threw his head back at the sudden contact that he'd been waiting for all evening.

You trailed your tongue from the top and downward towards his balls where you kissed lightly and quickly took his balls one at a time in your mouth, sucking harshly, the unholy moans that fell out of his mouth. Joe loved nothing more than his balls getting attention which you'd quickly learnt at the start of your sexual encounters. You pulled back whilst sucking and slowly let go, his sack falling back to its original stance as you spat directly into the palm of your hand and rubbed around his bellend, mixing his leakage with your saliva and began to pump your fist along the length of his cock, your mouth attacking his balls again as you massaged them lightly with your tongue before grazing the skin harshly with your teeth. "Fuck, baby, fuck, right there, o-oh my god!"

Every single hair on Joe's body stood up as you were determined to make this last, his whimpers and the way his legs were almost giving way at the feeling was enough to encourage you further.

Standing up and taking Joe's hand he had a slight confused look as you pulled him over toward the sofa, pushing him down forcefully as he had done with you against the wall previously. You dropped back to your knees and held your mouth over the spewing head of his cock. Looking back up to him "Not so smug now, are we? Got you right where I wanted you all along." Your confidence made his cock shudder as his needy eyes watched your every move. "Shut up and suck my cock before I make you." You loved the provoked version of him, so submissive yet not willing to show it fully, but you knew you had Joe begging internally, his mouth gaping open and his eyes wide were enough to let you know that.

You didn't waste another second before you let your lips fall around the tip, sucking as much as you could and lapping your tongue around it in circles, his upper body leaned up to grab your hair, but your hand pushed his chest back down and he didn't object.

Inch by inch, you took him further into your mouth where you reached your peak and couldn't go anymore, the tip now hitting your the entrance of your throat as you gagged around the length, bobbing your head ever so minimally so you could deepthroat him over and over. His head fell so far back as your name left his mouth, his hands frantically searching for a place to grip as he found the edge of the sofa and dug his fingertips in at the bursts of pleasure.

Spit was leaking out the sides of your mouth, dripping onto his balls and you adored the mess you were making. "Y/N, shit, I'm so close."

You took him straight out of your mouth, ensuring your tongue drew up his member slowly behind, slurping on the tip to push him to the edge. Your hand uncontrollably began to pump his cock in circular motions, licking the sensitive part between his end and his foreskin that was dragged down with every jerk.

His breathing became hitched as the painfully slow tonguing yet excruciating pace with your hand became too much. "Y/N, fuck take me in your mouth again, I'm going to fill you so full."

You continued your hand movements and gave him one final test, licking your lips and savouring his taste. "Make me."

He grabbed your cheeks without warning and pushed your head right down to the base, your eyes instantly watering as your hand was pushed away by your lips and his hips bucked erratically upward to thrust into you, face fucking you violently. Your whimpers from the lack of oxygen but enjoying the immediate control he was taking; you'd asked for this. In just shy of a minute, his hips took one final shove as Joe's orgasm washed throughout his body, cum spilling from his pulsing muscle and straight down your throat as promised. His hip movement's fell slower as he rode out the immense feeling, letting your face go and letting you fall back to catch your breath.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit. Baby."

You wiped your mouth with your sodden hand and returned the grin that appeared on Joe's face, his chest still falling and rising heavily from the sensitivity and over stimulation.

"You just feel and taste so amazing; I get so carried away." Your breaths were nothing shy of intense either.

"Now it's my turn, if I look back in the next ten seconds and you're not laid on your back, legs spread waiting for me on my bed, then there'll be fucking trouble."

You considered for a moment what that consequence might be, but the feeling between your thighs was becoming so severe, you knew you weren't willing to face being held back from your orgasm a moment longer.

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c0ffinshit · 1 month

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Hello, You. (Dexter Morgan x Stalker!Reader) PROLOGUE

a/n: hello, you. (get it? hehe). ANYWAYS sorry i've been gone for a while. i've literally been depressed for like months but I'M OKAY NOW. i promise. so, in honor of my mental health being good now, i wrote this story about a reader who REALLY needs to see a doctor. word count: 1,466 warnings: dead dove: do not eat, mentions of attempted rape (and rape in general), assault, borderline psychopath reader, stalking, like one mention of abortion, joe goldberg core

Hello, you. Dexter Morgan, you sick and beautiful freak of nature. I know what you’ve done. I’ll stay quiet for now since I’m such a good girlfriend. Well, about the girlfriend part. You don’t know yet. But you will soon, my love.

I would tell you how long I’ve been following you, but I fear it would make you more likely to run the other way. But the thing about that is I don’t want you gone yet. You don’t know yet that you desire me to. The same way I enjoy and crave you.

Ever since Rita died, your life has been fading colors, Dexter. You lack a desire, a need to kill, and feel that release. And I understand that better than anyone. Sure, the context may differ for us, but it always leads down the same path. You don’t have that drive, but I do. And more importantly, I want to give you that purpose you feel you lack. I’ve done everything to get your eyes to meet mine, but everything never works. It’s like I’m some piece of glass you can ignore. You want to look past me, Dexter, but I find that incredibly flustering when I’m standing there. I’ve quit jobs at places frequently and wore heavy makeup and ugly clothes, all for you. You can’t ignore me forever, Dexter.

Now I sit in a nearly empty store, just for you. It’s like I said, you can’t ignore me for long.

The store is bland and uninteresting, a place I would never expect you to be. Of course, this is where you’ll see me finally. You wouldn’t be able to unsee me. I’ve dyed my hair and changed my appearance. It’ll be hard to recognize me of the changes I’ve made. I know you’ll think: I’ve seen this girl before, but I can’t place where. But the truth is that you’ve noticed me in everything your eyes have touched. At supermarkets and malls, where I just watch you and your children enjoy a day out together. Then, your wife was murdered brutally by the Trinity Killer. Now, did I have connections to the Trinity Killer to cause her death? No, unfortunately. The death of your wife was still all him. But I quickly struck when I knew it was my time to shine. The children, not including Harrison, were finally gone. Now that I can manage. You, Harrison, and I could finally be the perfect family together.

But you had to make things complicated. First, it was Lila West. Now, I don’t like cheaters, Dexter. But here’s the thing about that. It's hard to compare all of your actions and say that cheating on your wife is the worst of them.

She was a serial arsonist. Lila didn’t understand anything about you, but she was good at taking care of your so-called addiction to heroin. You told her what she wanted to comprehend. Lila tried to save you when you were unsavable in her eyes. She wanted to save the unsavable.

Next thing you know, she’s off to France after almost killing you and Rita’s children in a house fire. She ran from you when you didn’t choose her over your wife. Pathetic, honestly. As much as I can say that I would do the same, I would be wrong. Dexter, I’ve known you for years now. We were coming up on our fourth year together. My fourth year in your life without you knowing of my existence.

Then that girl came into your life. What’s her name?

Oh, right, Lumen—the poor girl from Minnesota who sweetly begged for your help in the killing of her rapists. As much as she got in my way, I will admit, I did like her for you.

If I failed to exist, you would've destined to be with her. How funny fate works, though, since she left your sight in the blink of an eye. Was that my doing? For the most part, it was all her. Lucky me that I didn’t have to do anything before she told you that her dark passenger had left her and how she finally managed to heal from the torment. It's funny how someone so tortured by her past could move on so quickly, unlike you, who seems forever stuck in that cargo container.

My point is every girl in your life has left you in some capacity.

And the only male figure in your life failed you. I, however, understand that you don’t need saving or fixing. Killing is a part of you. Harry made that very clear to you. He tried to save you by shaping you into a hero. But as we both know, that didn’t last very long.

Now you’re here in Iron Lake, New York. Ten years clear from killings. I’m sitting outside the homely yet bland store, waiting for you to leave. Yes, I plan to follow you home. But I have a good reason. Tonight’s the night I tell you of the accident you saved me from, how you caught the man that could’ve killed me that very night. You rescued me by slaughtering him.

You probably don’t remember that night. I don’t blame you for that. It was just another kill for you. But allow me to enlighten you.

It was when you were still in Miami, November 1st, about nine at night.

I was leaving a bar after another sad night alone. A man follows me out of the bar. I can’t remember his name or his face. You would be better at recognizing his name and his face than me. All I do recall is someone grabbing me as I left, pulling me into an alley. His hand covered my screams, his other holding a hunting knife to my throat.

"Shut the fuck up, or this goes straight through your fucking neck." The man threatened, pressing the knife deeper into my neck.

I’d be powerless my whole life, always a second choice, but I never pled for what happened to me. But I don’t blame him for what he targeted me—a vulnerable young woman leaving a bar in early November. It’s a recipe for murder.

My voice tries to scream out more, my body thrashing against his. The man's grip moves away from my mouth, moving down my body. I feel tears swell in my eyes as his hand pulls up my skirt and pulls down my panties. I knew where this was going, and I was terrified. I couldn’t afford a police investigation or an abortion. I would have to carry the baby, that fucking rape baby.

Suddenly, the knife he was holding drops out of his hand. His threatening pleas of my silence turn hushed as I hear his body thud against the pavement. The loose rocks and debris scratch against his body as you drag him away. My eyes are shut tight, too scared to open them. But I knew it was you, the Bay Harbor Butcher. Things like this were happening all over the city. Stories of your heroism, saving all walks of life. You were a hero, never the villain. I just never thought it would happen to me.

The dragging briefly turns shushed as I feel your eyes on me. "Go. Run far." You say in a hushed tone.

My eyes shoot open, and it feels like my feet think for me. I do as you say. I ran, and I ran fast. My feet and lungs held my body as upright as they could. Finally, I reached a gas station near my apartment before I became tired. I ran five miles the night, just on adrenaline alone.

That’s how you saved my life that night, Dexter. Three words. You had given me a purpose and something to fight for.

It wasn’t hard to find you after that. I searched in forums across the internet, talking of this Bay Harbor Butcher persona of yours. Of course, I never encountered you on any of those, which I should’ve figured. So, my search efforts had become ten times harder. So, I did what any logical person would do and found patterns within your murders, all criminals who either went under the radar or were recently released. You try to save the people, like some sick and twisted Batman. When, if anything, you follow closer to Bateman than the caped crusader. I did what a cop or detective couldn’t have done in a year. After all that time and effort, I found your name and shady Iron Lake cabin: Dexter Morgan, a man in the countryside with a girlfriend who's a cop. Shame for her since she won’t live to hear my declaration. But even if she does, she won’t like what she hears.

#dexter morgan #dexter showtime #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader #send help #i want him #dead dove do not eat

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poomphuripan · 4 months

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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally To Love, Take Care and Cuddle With Every Night

@bunnakit awww thank you for the tag 🫶 as an asexual i can't say i spent much time thinking about fucking anyone (so coming up with this list was really hard ;_;) but if any of these characters propositioned... i would NOT say no 😉

10. Phob (Something In My Room)

if there is an award for cutest ghost of all time in a BL series, i think Phob will take home easily. Phob deserves better sex. my meow meow friendly ghost Phob, i will tuck you in bed my ghost sweetie 🥺🫶

9. Shao Fei (History 3: Trapped)

my righteous cop with a strong sense of justice, i really love Shao Fei so much. Shao Fei doesn't beat around the bush and is really straightforward with his wants, I LOVE HE!

8. Khuafah (Sky In Your Heart)

Khuafah, the HOT CHARMING doctor that you are. i would volunteer to get sick every day just to visit him 🫠

7. Gene (Lovely Writer)

if Gene ever needs to write a straight romance novel, i'm happy to make out with him for research purposes 😉

6. Pisaeng (Be My Favorite)

most patient boyfriend who tries super hard to get you plushies? yea i would bang Pisaeng in a heartbeat, no doubt. in fact, i believe Pisaeng would be considerate and wait for me to be ready (Pisaeng babe i'm always ready for you 😉)

5. Tennoji Haru (Trillion Game)

while Trillion Game is DEFINITELY not BL, but Meguro Ren was in Kieta Hatsukoi so my boy should get a PASS 😤 Haru is confident yet humble, self-proclaimed selfish yet always selfless. god i love competent men *swoons* Trillion Game is out on Netflix, please check out my boy Haru and his boy(friend) Gaku and their start-up adventure together 🥺👉👈.

4. Charn (Laws of Attraction)

while i can't guarantee that i can give Charn a good time, i believe that as a fellow lawyer i can assist Charn with any case work he got. Like i said, i am a sucker for competent men 😮‍💨.

3. Tangmo (Great Men Academy)

you don't understand how obsessed i am with the og golden retriever, nation's boyfriend, Tangmo. it's been 4? years... i have not let him go... gentle soft boi but great at judo too? i think Tangmo and i should have our wrestling sessions ending up as makeout sessions.

2. Joe (My Stand In)

this is kind of a cheat but i've read the original novel for My Stand In (Professional Body Double by Shui Qian Cheng) and i can confirm Joe/Zhou Xiang is the sweetest soul, most precious, unluckiest gay ever (Ming, you are on sight, watch it sir or imma steal Joe away). i'm super excited for My Stand In because i hope i get to fall in love with Joe once again the way i fell super hard, head over heels for him when i finished this danmei novel within less than 24 hours. (was this shameless PR for Poom Phuripan's new BL series next year? yes, yes it absolutely was 🤗)

1. Khun Yai and Jom (I Feel You Linger In The Air)

if i don't have a gentle lover like Khun Yai Kritsada Palathip or a soft boyfriend like Jom Ravit Pittayanan then what's the POINT. i want both of them so BAD. also isn't it such a crime that Yai lives his entire life the rest of his live in celibacy, having fucked only ONE person (the love of his life) in his lifetime. LET ME IN. i will love both of you equally.

+ bonus: Chef Guy (Bake Me Please)

did you REALLY think i was gonna end my list without current loml, our resident sad boi, considerate and caring Chef Guy? 😅 Guy deserves a spot on here because well i'm absolutely feral for this man. Guy is just the nicest guy and i will literally do anything for him. Guy had me at hello but my heart truly broke when he comforted Peach saying he doesn't want to see Peach who's given him so much positivity, cry 😭.

oooooh that was soooo hard ;_; i love all these characters, maybe one day i need to start listing the female characters i'd totally hypothetically bang too because WOMEN ARE HOT 🔥.

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joesanrio · 10 months

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Uh Oh | R.R

Summary: Since the club incident, though we both acted with purpose; it was the aftermath that was totally incidental.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova Borbón (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: Guilt, Break-ups, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, unprotected (she’s on birth control), creampie.

Rating: 18+ (smut, fluff)

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post <333 I wasn’t expecting so many people to like it, so I got yall from now on ;)

@ipietromaximofflover here ya go <3

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I was never one to be considered a home-wrecker, but here I was sitting on the couch after telling my friend what happened last weekend at the club. “Nova! And you can’t even say you were drunk! That was just a bitch move.” My friend, Mariah, stressed towards me and I nodded desperately in agreement.

“I know… I mean I was sober enough to stop her from drunk-driving but not getting down and dirty with her man!” I practically shout before shoving my face into my hands, my apartment doorbell rings. “Damn, we done manifested the bitch here.” Mariah whispered as she looked at me with an shocked face. I get up from the couch with a small giggle, and walk towards the door before looking through the peep hole.

On the other side is Joe looking down the hall with a serious expression, I open the door quickly which seems to startle him. “Hey Novs, I really wanted to talk to you.” He smiles uncertainly at me. “Hey… I would love to but-“ I begin before I hear footsteps from behind me.

“See ya girl, I’ll call you when I get home alright.” Mariah goes to hug me before waving towards Joe and leaving. I watch her in disbelief as she walks down the hall before Joe clears his throat, “Well um come on in.” I smile and move to the side.

We sit in comfortable silence as I clean up the snacks from before, “You sure you don’t want any? There’s plenty!” I smile akwardly as I pick up the popcorn bowl to refill it, “You know what, sure.” He nods as he seems to relax further into my couch cushion. His thick thighs in his gray sweatpants were bulging in his sitting position. I pop more popcorn before walking back into the living room, and handing him the bowl first.

“You wanted you talk?” I say as I sit down on the sofa slightly away from him, “Yeah, about last weekend at the club. That was completely wrong of me and I told Kira about it, not mentioning it was with you but just that I did it in general.” He says sitting up with his elbows on his thighs taking on a serious expression. “Oh.. wow um how did it go?” Not expecting the best, “She was pissed, but turns out she’s been sleeping with my friend Jackson for a couple months so…” he trails off while rubbing his temples.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry!” I say feeling terrible for the guy, “yeah um, I broke up with her and she threw a fit. So I was really wondering if I could stay with you?” He asked looking directly into my eyes, he looked so drained and guilty. “Of course! Yeah- that’s no problem at all.” I say eagerly before catching myself. He lets out a long sigh, I’m hoping it was of relief and he proceeds to reach towards me.

“I really appreciate you for this, you don’t understand.” He grabs my hand gently before squeezing it in appreciation. “Wait just for tonight right?” I clarify as I remove my hand from his slowly. “Yeah, just tonight.” He nodded but continued looking at his now empty hand.

I smile and nod, “There’s the guest room and you don’t have to worry because it has a ensuite.” I clap as I get up to walk towards the guest room. “Fancy.” He jokes before standing up from the couch, I hum in agreement as I show him around. Which wasn’t needed but I like validation sometimes and he’s the perfect person to get it from.

“Where’s your bag?” I ask remembering he came to my door with just his phone and keys. “In the car. I could just get it in the morning.” He answers before sitting on the bed, “Joseph I’m sorry. I really am, that was such a horrible thing for me to do.” I blurt out. He lets out a sigh, “Novs… trust me I’m not mad at you. I shouldn’t say this but I enjoyed it.” The tips of his ears getting red.

“Joe…” “You didn’t?” He cuts me off with a questioning look, “I did… it’s just the guilt.” I try to explain. He stands up from the bed making his way over towards me, “What if I help?” He whispers as his arms wrap around my waist. “Help me do what?” I ask as I place my hands onto his biceps, “Get rid of the guilt.” He smirks and I feel his fingers dig into my lower back sweetly.

“A massage! Oh so nice.” I tease as I lay down onto the bed and look back at his unamused face. “Not what I was thinking…” he mutters as he sits on the side of me, “Come on, get at it.” I giggle while wiggling my hips but his hands come down to stop it. “I’m not prepared. You got oil or something?” He taps my lower back that was peeking out from my crop top. “Ugh, I will not be coming back to this establishment.” I huff jokingly before going and getting my mango and coconut oil from my vanity.

I hear a lot of shuffling in the guest room as I make my way back, “I got it.” I smiled as I observe Joe’s now shirtless torso. “Getting comfortable huh?” I say while handing him the bottle, “I’m setting the mood.” He winks jokingly. I hum in amusement before laying down again, “Then do you want to go first?” I ask looking back at him.

“No no.. just take your shirt off.” He retaliates quickly without realizing what he said, “In a professional way, of course.” He clarifies as I giggle and remove my top. Getting in position, the oil is cold as it touches my back and rolls down into the curve of my spine. “I forgot all about your back dimples.” He says as his big hands rub the oil around, I hum eagerly as he begins.

His touch was exhilarating, his fingers always found the right pressure points. “You know if wrestling doesn’t work out, you can always become a massage therapist.” I moan out as he drags his hands across my waist smoothly, he lets out a small laugh. “Got it princess.” He replies before his hands get lower and finds there way down to my thighs.

The arousal already forming as his long fingers massage the inside of my thighs, a moan leaving my lips accidentally while I could sense the smirk forming on his lips. “It’s nice hm?” He teases while his fingers get closer and closer to the place I want him most, “Stop teasing.” I moan as he runs his index over my pussy gently.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you took these little shorts off?” He rubbed between my folds through the soft cotton. I hum but couldn’t get myself to move, his finger running over my clit delicately. “S’good.” I say breathlessly, he taps my ass watching it jiggle from the impact. “Lift your hips.” He orders as he pulls at the waistband of the shorts, I lift my hips while feeling the fabric leave my body quickly. “You’re soaked baby.” He smiles as his hands spread my ass to get a better look at the wet patch on my panties.

“Joesph…” I whine before he lays himself between my legs, but lifts my hips up into a position that I already know i’ll have to hold. He pulls my panties to the side, looking at my folds soaked in arousal before placing a small kiss on my clit. “Oh.. again.” I ask quietly though i’m sure he heard due to the fact he placed another, his tongue doing a long lick between my wet folds. I moan into the pillow in front me as his thumb rolls onto my clit while his mouth does all the work on the rest.

His tongue inserting itself into my entrance swiftly as I unintentionally push my hips further onto his mouth. His other hand massaging my ass nicely and leaving small taps whenever my pussy clenches onto his tongue. “You taste so good.” He mumbles into my now swollen lips before sucking on my clit. I squeal as I could feel myself about to cum, “Oh my god.. please!” I yelp as Joe’s mouth leaves my pussy and places a quick slap.

“Look at you.” He smirks as he comes up and places a kiss onto my neck, “You’ll cum, trust me.” He laughs lightly as I roll over onto my back underneath his body. He sits back before pulling out his hard, red-tipped dick, looking desperate as he jerks himself off a little. His moans echo throughout the room as he positions himself between my legs again, I pull him down to kiss his wet lips. Tasting myself on his tongue, his arms relaxing and holding my waist as he lays on top of me.

My hands running along his back before grabbing the nape of his neck, finger intertwining with his dark locks. Our chests pressed together, the only thing between us is my lace bra. I moan against his lips as his dick slides in between my folds easily due to my arousal, “Oh fuck.” He mumbles against my plump lips. His lips leaving mine as he leans back and inserts his dick slowly, feeling every inch and vein.

One of his hands grabbing mine gently as he bottoms out, “So big.” I gasp softly. He bites back a moan as he watches his dick rock into my pussy slowly, the sinful noises of my arousal and his pace quickening filling the room. “Your pussy is so tight.” He groans as I clench around his huge dick, my moans getting louder as he is now pounding into me.

The smacking of our bodies and strong moans are now replacing the noise from before, his hand coming up from my waist to play with my boobs. Pulling my bra to the side as his mouth comes down onto my nipple, and licking circles around them. “Oh my-“ I can barely speak as moans continue spewing out of my mouth. “What’s my name?” He whispers into my ear as his hand replaces his mouth and rubs circles around my nipple.

“J- fuck!” I yelp as he places a light smack onto my boob, “Wrong.. let’s try again.” He smirks as his eyes meet my heavy-lidded ones. “Mmm I don’t-“ “Of course you do baby.” He bites into my neck, before pounding restlessly into my puffy core. “Leati! I’m gonna cu-“ I squeal as I grab onto his shoulder tightly. “Cum baby.” He smiles into my neck while feeling my pussy clench onto his dick, causing him to cum inside of me.

“Fuck..perfect baby.” He pushes himself deeper as he lifts my leg from underneath my knee, allowing my thigh to push up to my stomach and create a whole new angle. “I love you.” I huff out against his ear, his pace never faltering but his fingers rubbing gently into my waist. “I love you too.” He kisses my lips.

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