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Unwanted: Chapter 18, Unread - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, betrayal, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, threats.

Word Count: 1.9k

Previously On...: You saw something on Bucky's phone that changed everything.

A/N: Here it is-- the final betrayal. I'm sorry. It can only go up from here, right? LOL no.

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“Care to tell me why we’re meeting in an unused guest suite on a floor that’s mostly under construction?” Nat asked when you opened the door of your borrowed new room to let her in. You didn’t utter a word, just thrust a copy of the text screenshots into her hands and sat down at the edge of the unfamiliar bed, waiting for her to read them.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Just read it,” you told her, voice devoid of any emotion.

Natasha scanned through the messages, her eyes widening in shock and disgust as she made her way through them. “This has got to be some sort of sick trick, right?” she asked you when she’d finished. “Like, Carthage found some program online to make up fake text messages and sent them to mess with you. Barnes would nev–”

“I screenshotted them off of Bucky’s phone, myself, Nat,” you informed her.

There was a knock on the door and Nat opened it to reveal Wanda. “I came as soon as I could,” the other redhead said. “Why are we having a secret meeting?” Nat handed Wanda the screenshots and came to sit next to you on the bed while she read them.

Wanda’s hand flew to her mouth. “No,” she whispered, looking back up at you. “How could he? There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No mistake, Wands,” you said, standing up to take the pages from her. “It’s all right there, typed out by the man himself.” And then, as if to punish yourself further, you began to read out loud the text between Bucky and Jade:

Vix <3: Hey there, handsome xoxo

Vix <3: Bucky?

Vix <3: You just going to ignore me after everything?

>> How are you texting me? You're supposed to be blocked.

Vix <3: You should keep better track of your phone, then ;)

Vix <3: Or, at the very least, choose a better passcode.

>> What do you want?

Vix <3: I want to talk about what happened the other night.

>> Nothing happened.

Vix <3: Come on now, we both know that's not true ;)

>> It was a mistake. I should have never done it.

Vix <3: You don't make a mistake two separate times, Barnes.

>> Well, I did. And I regret it.

Vix <3: You didn't seem to regret it when you were blowing loads of cum inside of me.

>> Jesus Christ, Jade. You don't have to be so fucking crass about it.

Vix <3: I thought you liked girls with dirty mouths.

>> Jade, I have a girlfriend. She’s the only one whose mouth I like dirty. Or at all.

Vix <3: That's right, your Perfect, Precious Pocket.

>> Do not talk about her.

Vix <3: Oh please. Don't pretend you care about her now.

>> I love her.

Vix <3: You have a funny way of showing it, sleeping with me just a day and a half ago.

>> She is EVERYTHING to me.

Vix <3: Obviously not.

>> I thought she slept with Steve.

>> I was a fucking idiot.

>> It was a misunderstanding.

Vix <3: Orly? That how she's going to see it?

>> She's not gonna find out.

Vix <3: You think you can hide the truth from her? Please.

>> The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Vix <3: Should have thought of that before you fucked me. Twice.

Vix <3: If you don't tell her, I will.

>> She'd never believe you. She fucking hates you.

Vix <3: I don't need her to believe me. I just need her to see these texts.

>> You wouldn't.

Vix <3: Try me. You don't want to fuck with me, Bucky.

Vix <3: Tell her the truth or I will.

>> I swear to god, Carthage, you breathe a word of this to her and I *will* fucking kill you.

>> That is not an idle threat.

>> Ending your life would be as easy for me as breathing.

Vix <3: You wouldn't.

>> Do you want to try me?

>> Because I promise you, she is the most important thing in this world to me, and if you threaten that, I will end you without losing a wink of sleep.

>> You know what I'm capable of. Don't test me.

>> Do you understand me?

>> I said, do you understand me?

Vix <3: Christ, yes, Barnes. I understand.

Vix <3: I'll keep my mouth shut.

Vix <3: But you're a real piece of shit, you know that?

>> You're not telling me anything I don't already know.

Vix <3: I'd be so fucking good to you if you just gave me a chance.

>> Not happening. And if I find out you even insinuate to Pocket, or to anyone, what happened in Russia, it will be the absolute last thing you ever do, and no one will ever find your body.

Vix <3: I already told you, I won't tell your Precious Pocket. I'm not a liar.

>> Good. We're done. I'll speak to Steve about having someone else take over your training.

Vix <3: WHAT?! You don't have to do that!

>> I can't be around you anymore. I don't want to be around you anymore.

Vix <3: Temptation too strong? Afraid you'll make another 'mistake'?

>> Fuck you.

Vix <3: You already did, baby xoxo

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Wanda whispered when you’d finished reading. “Pocket, honey, are you alright?” She looked at you as if she were terrified you were going to break. And maybe the old you would have. This new you, the one that was forged under rage and ice, was made of harder, crueler stuff.

“I’ll live,” you said. Nat and Wanda exchanged a glance that didn’t escape your notice. “What?” you snapped at them.

“Hey,” Nat said, “Don’t get mad at us; we’re just worried about you. The last time he pulled something like this, you were a mess. This,” she indicated the sheets of paper you still held, “is way worse, so forgive us for expecting you to not be okay.”

You sighed and slumped down into a nearby chair. “I’m sorry, guys,” you said. “Obviously I’m not okay, and it’s not fair of me to take out my frustrations on you. But this time is different. Before, I was devastated, I was sad. But now? Now I’m fucking pissed. It’s like every ounce of love I felt for him has been turned into pure, unadulterated hatred, and all I want is for him to fucking suffer. I want him to hurt the way he hurt me.” Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but you interrupted her before she could. “And I know that’s not healthy, Wands. Trust me, I know that. I’ve just never been this angry before in my entire fucking life. God, not even at fucking Darren.”

“Who’s Darren?” Wanda asked, but Nat shook her head at her.

“Not now,” she said.

“I don’t even want him dead,” you continued, voice rising, as though Wanda hadn’t spoken at all. “Death would be too good for him! I want him to feel pain, pain like he has never experienced before in his long, utterly useless life!”

“Pocket,” Nat warned. She knew you were dangerously close to saying something you might eventually come to regret.

You sighed, the rage fleeting and leaving you feeling hollow and broken. “I know,” you said. “I don’t really mean it. I’m just so goddamned hurt!”

“I know it’s difficult to believe this right now,” Wanda said, taking a step closer to put a hand on your shoulder, “but he does still love you– he said he—”

“No,” you interrupted, sounding every bit as defeated as you felt. “You don’t do that to someone you love. You just don’t. This morning, he talked about getting our own place, getting married, starting a fucking family.” You choked back your emotions, but your voice still cracked. “I thought he was ready to take things to the next step, to prove how much I meant to him, but he was just trying to distract me, trying to get me out of the Tower because he couldn’t risk me running into her, couldn’t risk her telling me the fucking truth he was too much of a coward to admit.”

Nat and Wanda looked from you to each other, lost in their sense of helplessness, of not knowing how to care for you in your time of need.

“You know,” you went on, “I probably would have forgiven him, if he had just straight up told me the truth. I mean, we weren’t even technically together, so it wasn’t cheating. If he’d said ‘I’m sorry, Pocket. I saw those articles and I went fucking crazy with jealousy. All I could think about was getting back at you because I thought you betrayed me.’ Yeah, I’d have been pissed, and it might have taken a while, but I could have forgiven him if he had just been fucking honest with me. That’s all I ever asked of him. That he just be fucking honest. But he’s lied to me, again and again and again.

“He took away my right to make an informed choice about my own fucking life,” you said, and this time, the emotions couldn’t be held back. “He of all fucking people should know what that feels like,” you sobbed. “He should know how valuable that choice is! How valuable it is to me!” And there it was, really, the crux of the matter. He knew how much you valued the freedom you now had over your own life, after so many years of not having any choices in what happened to your own body, and he’d stolen your ability to make a choice for yourself. He’d had sex with you, knowing you never would have consented if you knew he’d been with Carthage less than 24 hours prior. He’d violated so much more than your trust this time.

Nat stood up and raced over to you, throwing her arms around you. Wanda looked on for a moment, confused, before joining Nat in embracing you.

The entire time you’d been speaking to your friends, your phone had been silently vibrating. You’d turned the ringer off as soon as you texted Nat and Wanda, asking them to meet you. You didn’t need to look at the screen to know that it was Bucky who was trying to get ahold of you. If you’d been in a better frame of mind, you’d have laughed at the irony– here you had spent all day yesterday waiting on a text or call from him that never came, and now he was blowing up your phone and you couldn’t stand the thought of speaking to or hearing from him. Life was sure funny sometimes.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Maximoff,” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your borrowed room. “Mr. Stark is requesting everyone’s presence in Conference Room C for a mandatory pre-mission briefing to begin in ten minutes.”

“Fucking Tony,” you moaned. A mandatory meeting meant a mandatory encounter with Bucky, and you were so not ready for that yet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda said, squeezing your hands. “Natasha and I won’t leave your side. He won’t be able to get near you. I’ll put a forcefield up around you if I have to.”

You managed to sniff out a laugh and wiped your nose. “Thanks, Wands. I really appreciate it.” Steeling yourself, you stood up from your chair. “Let’s go see what Tony wants.”

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magistralucis · 8 months

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I think what makes Trazyn exceptional is that he actually talks to his retainers, like actually converses with them, no matter what the stakes are. I don't mean that as a part of solving problems or giving orders. He just genuinely seems to like talking to the people around him, and as a result, what we know about the people around him develops naturally.

Sannet. Ashkut. Huntmaster, who as a deathmark should probably not have a place of honour among necron nobility, but whom Trazyn trusts with his Empathic Obliterator (see: The Bleeding Stars). His crypteks all have names and their two cents to add to the Timesplinter Cloak discussion, and it seems they all feel relatively comfortable bullshitting with one another (see: Sannet vs. Trazyn, Tekk-Nev). Koloma, the human assistant. Since necron rulers aren't normally obliged to hear their inferiors' opinions about anything, Trazyn and his court stand out - you wouldn't think Solemnace ran on a skeleton crew, since even their brief conversations add to the richness of the setting.

And I can't stress that part enough: no matter what the stakes are. We have Trazyn's conversations from just about every context, from slice-of-life moments to active godmurdering. Compare to Oltyx, for example, who's never in a low-stakes situation; in every chapter he's fighting for something greater than himself, and that struggle's reflected in every conversation he has with his people. These conversations are some of the most philosophical discussions in necron lit, but they're not really casual. Members of Oltyx's court are threads in a tapestry, and we follow them closely as Oltyx's epic unfolds, watching them unravel or grow stronger in the process.

They are a necessity and a tragedy. Trazyn's retainers are low-key, but sparkle organically nonetheless, because he pats people's backs in reassurance, thinks about wine, and asks about the significance of the pentatonic scale. The little things are important! They are what makes life familiar! Not at all common a necron should care about this, save for perhaps Zahndrekh - not that his court appreciates it, outside of Obyron, and even Obyron tires of it sometimes.

Which brings us, too, to the matter of Orikan! The Infinite and the Divine could be divided into two halves, the first being T/O's conflict and the second their co-operation, and the latter is marked by when Trazyn starts talking about those things with Orikan. I don't think Orikan finds those topics fulfilling, but he is certainly affected by Trazyn's willingness to talk to him, and their discussion that follows at the opera is the existential highlight of the novel.

And it was a positive change, even if it didn't iron out their differences. Orikan realized solitude did not serve him well. He went from having Vishani's voice (plus a plasmancer ally he didn't care for) to taking down a god with his rival wielding a galaxy-wide variety of armies. Don't reckon that would have come about if Trazyn had been nothing but sullen and silent all that time, or if he'd not tried to speak to Orikan of the little things that were important to him. Caffeine. Puppetry. Labour rights. That kind of thing.

In short:

Dude was so real for this, ngl

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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after an argument: hc

(part 2: part 1 here!) this ended up taking way longer than i imagined woops

STEVEN:

the silent treatment he had been giving you eventually turns into reflection time.

the outcome? he feels like a complete dick.

so he when he sees your sitting on the sofa, he would come and sit next to you, his hands placed awkwardly on his knees

he would sneak peaks at you as if to get your attention because our love can’t directly make the first move after confrontation

finally, you would sigh and face him

to which he would pretend to be really interested in whatever was on the tv.

“Steven?”

then he would spill.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse and for the stupid argument. I was acting immature and you don’t deserve that and if there’s anyway I can make it up to you-”

You would interrupt him with a much calmer, “Steven.” and add, “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I was stupid to do anything to risk what we have.”

You could see the hidden fear in his eyes and shook your head.

“You won’t lose me. besides, people in relationships argue!” He isn’t convinced, muttering a string of apologies again.

“I’m not mad anymore, okay? It’s done.”

Steven is relieved. Like super relieved. he physically breathes a sigh of relief.

And he hesitantly reaches out to take your hand

to which you offer a smile and snuggle into his side.

“Wow.” Steven suddenly whispers

“Hmm?”

“I just love you. And am so lucky to have you, my love.”

to which you smile, because your equally lucky to have him- even when he is sassy.

MARC:

okay so i feel like he would want to avoid direct confrontation

but would still obviously want to apologise.

so say your asleep and he sneaks into the flat

has gotten a bunch of flowers or something cliché that he debated on getting but decided he needs something romantic to add to his apology.

he doesn’t want to wake you, plans to just leave the flowers in a vase and cook you breakfast.

but he stubs his toe on the side as he walks in and cusses loudly.

of course, you wake up instantly, slightly delirious from your sleep.

“Steven?”

he cringed at himself, inhaling deeply before muttering a small ‘nope’.

“Oh.”

Marc knows he’s fucked up by the sadness in your tone.

your sit up, noticing the flowers and he follows your gaze and sighs.

“Look, Y/N, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.”

he paces forward and places the flowers on the bedside table

It’s kinda funny to see big, scary Marc Spector be so shy

and you don’t really know what to do

cause your still pissed at him.

“You upset me, marc. I just care about you, is all. when you get hurt, it hurts me. And I’m powerless to it, you know?”

“I know, baby. I know. I got, defensive and it was wrong of me.”

he feels emotional and turns away from you for a moment.

“Just not really used to people caring about me. I just don’t want to scare you off, or risk losing you. It doesn’t give me an excuse, I know. I’m sorry.”

He sniffles, would desperately try to stop any tears.

But you saw him. Saw all his insecurity, all his pain, all his worry.

and you instantly would get up from the bed, wrap your arms round his waist.

“I know, darling. We can work on it, okay? But we don’t have to right now.”

to which you would gently urge him to turn around.

“C'mere.”

and he accepts your embrace, softly sniffles into your shoulder as you stroke his back.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

and he agrees.

and you both lie down, you guiding him to rest his head on your chest as you gently play with his hair

both slowly realising you can work on your problems together.

JAKE

“I’m worried, mate. She could be anywhere.”

“She isn’t answering our texts.”

“Fuck sake, Jake.”

after you left, of course all 3 of them would be freaking out.

Jake would eventually take control- or lose it.

going back to his bottle but slowly

truth was, he was more worried than anyone.

this was his fault

so if anything happened to you, that would be on him.

and he would never forgive himself

he was pacing the room, calling your phone yet again, practically screaming in frustration when he heard your voicemail.

that was until the door opened.

you half expected one of the others to be fronting, or for Jake not to be there at all.

but to your slight dismay, there he was, instantly turning to face you and throwing his phone on the sofa.

you would take off your jacket, not even bothering to face him.

then walk straight to the bathroom for a shower, avoiding contact at all.

“You need to sort this out, Jake. Just say sorry.”

he knew he had too. just didn’t know how to communicate it

and all you wanted, no, needed, was for him to communicate.

you come out the shower and to his dismay, your wearing one of your own night tops and not one of his

and you get a glass of water before going to bed.

but before you can, Jake clears his throat.

“Y/N.”

to which you would stop in your tracks, slightly turning to him so he knows he has some of your attention.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“You were gone for so long, I thought you might’ve got-”

“Are you kidding? I was ‘gone for so long’ because you told me to leave, remember?”

okay, tensions were still high

and i have a feeling Jake is stubborn

Jake would stop talking for a moment as he watches you shake your head slightly

“I was angry.”

“well I’m still angry.”

and the atmosphere would be so tense.

one wrong word, and it could all snap.

“What do you want me to do?”

and you scoff.

“Honestly? I want you to be honest. Jake, do you want me?”

“What?”

“You hardly say it.”

“What?”

“You hardly say you love me! and maybe I’m selfish but you don’t act like you love me sometimes. I want, I want you to talk to me and be open to me and want me in the way I want you! Because I can’t keep doing this.”

Oh.

That- he feels his stomach turn in dread, feels his head fill with fire. But mostly, he feels the way his heart breaks slightly.

of course he loves you.

but it was fucking terrifying to admit

you mistake his silence for agreeance and you feel tears well in your eyes

because this is your biggest fear; that one of them could fall out of love with you.

“I’m going to bed.”

the sentence sends chills down his spine in the worst way

and he shakes out of his thoughts, rushing forward.

“No no no, wait. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t find the words for you, Y/N, but it’s not because I don’t want to or because I don’t care but it’s because for you, I feel so deeply. I can cope with pain, lord knows I can, but this... loving you means the possibility of losing you and I can’t live with that.”

none of them can

and you pause again, putting down the water and turning to him with watery eyes.

“It doesn’t make up for what happened. I mean it, Jake. We can’t keep doing this thing where we fight and then fuck, and then forget about it.”

“I won’t. I will try and make it up to you, Cariño, every single day. And I might not be able to open up like the others do, but I will try. I will try for you.”

and you finally nod slightly, tears falling freely now.

“okay.”

and he sighs in utter relief and it’s overwhelming what he feels for you

he walks over and kisses you fiercely and you pause for a moment before returning the gesture

but the dominance dies down, leaving a gentle, loving kiss, making your head dizzy

and finally, Jake says with as much certainty as you have ever heard, “Te quiero. I love you, mi amor.”

and whilst you know it’ll take a while, your willing to wait.

for them, you would wait an eternity

because they are your eternity.

cliché little ending to make up for the angst of p1 hehe. hope you enjoyed :)

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thekatebridgerton · 2 months

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I like your discussion of Anthony's relationship with his sisters.

For Hyacinth, I have this image of Anthony at her wedding, breathing a sigh of relief. He got Hyacinth married and it didn't involve any of the Theatrics of their other siblings.

Imagine what he would do if he knew about all the breaking and entering & Mattress dancing the bride and groom have done?

Oh I have thoughts about that all right. But on a more serious note.

Anthony's relationship with his sisters is very sweet but also funny because he's at odds with all of them half the time and the other half he loves them to death.

With Daphne, he knew she was going to be the first one he'd have to step up for as a man of the house and she was born in more or less equal footing with him. First girl vs first boy when it comes to society expectations. There is a certain respect there that Anthony has for Daphne, and her womanly intuition. But I think Anthony for most of her life has treated her as an adult, I highly doubt that Anthony did much sugar coating with Daphne, she got to live most of her life in the role of his sister not his daughter and it shows in her relationship with him. The problem in their book was that Anthony at one point started worrying that Daphne wasn't as ready for marriage as she pretends to be and began to be a little bit overprotective over her specifically because of her adventures in the marriage mart. Which seriously weirded her out. And once she got married they went back to their usual relationship where they both respect each other's interests and leave each other largely alone. I'd also like to add that when it came to Daphne Anthony was hurt because he expected a little bit more of her since he always trusted her to be an adult and at one point Daphne was going something along the lines of ' well I'm not an adult, I'm not that mature, I'm just a girl' which really brought things into perspective for him

With Eloise the scene where they're talking things out into tspwl speaks volumes about their relationship. Because Eloise was stuck in the middle between being Anthony's sister and being treated as his daughter, which she never wanted and really rebelled against, both of them wanted to have a sibling relationship and both of them knew they couldn't have it because she was entirely too young when Edmund died and needed a father figure. but she resented that it has to be Anthony, she resented at her playful brother had to grow up too soon and now couldn't play with her, because she simply wanted Anthony to be the guy he used to be before their dad died. So she antagonized Anthony just to be contrary and have her fun. Also she is the sibling who is the most like him, prideful arrogant, I lay the law kind of person. So Anthony was sort of worried for her because he knew she was a lot like him and eventually she would chaff at the weight of the Bridgerton name, he just didn't know if he could protect her from the consequences, so when she ran away to meet Philip he probably had a little bit of a heart attack because he expected something crazy to happen to Eloise at some point he just couldn't prepare for this particular eventuality. Also I think it was a welcome surprise for Anthony to see that his most stubborn sister had actually grown up and was ready to become the leader he always knew she could be, he just never thought that and all this happened while he wasn't looking.

I think that Anthony's relationship with Francesca is the sweetest one, because unlike Eloise and Daphne, Francesca never actually made Anthony feel like a failure which he often felt like with his other two sisters. But Francesca she played by the rules, she never gave Anthony any trouble she was smart, a little bit sneaky, always there to welcome him with warmth, at home or in Scotland, sometimes you just have that sibling who is a healing to the soul. And I think Francesca was that for Anthony, perhaps that's why she fell through the cracks because she never complained and that made Anthony think that she was happy. I think in his younger years Anthony would just spend time with Francesca because he wanted to be with someone who was just always happy to see him, since everyone else seemed to have all these expectations and demanded so much attention, but not Francesca, she was calm and good and she understood when he couldn't give her as much attention as he gave everyone else. And because he loves her so much I think he also feels very guilty that he missed out on a lot of important things in her life and wasn't there for her when she was passing through her worst moments and he feels grateful to Michael that he made her smile again because to Anthony Francesca is special, out of all his crazy siblings, she's the one he probably likes the most and the only one he's willing to look the other way for. I'm pretty sure that Anthony did find out what happened in Scotland, and he pretended that he didn't know because she's his favorite and he doesn't want to have this conversation with her Anthony has never had to seriously scold Francesca for anything in her life and he doesn't want to start now ( at most he told her off for not inviting him to her second wedding and that was it. )

And then we have Hyacinth, she's practically Anthony's daughter so she is more babied than anyone else, I think Anthony spoiled her too much, and at the end he realized that he had to let her grow up make her own mistakes even if that meant he would have to eventually deal with a scandal (because of course she's wild and stubborn like Eloise but with Daphne and Francesca's social charm). Letting his baby grow up also meant setting her loose to find her own path. And let her be the' joy' of other unsuspecting individuals like Lady Danbury and Gareth for a change.

And that's the tea

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xinmin-exe · 5 months

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(Hey there. Your work is so amazing that I need MORE! :3)

How would Shigaraki and LOV react on his s/o, who is rich and caring and she bought them a house in the woods, so they can hide when the heroes are near? Would they like to go there for a vacation with her? To just chill in the nature?

(Thank you so much for your amazing work 🤍)

Hiiiiiiii I’m so honored you like my work! ☺️☺️ I hope you like this too!!

Shigaraki with Rich!Reader

Shigaraki and the League would be incredible suspicious at first

They expected you to be some rich kid who’s “rebelling from their daddy” (which dabi understood) and trying to make their family mad

Who could blame them? You came in and told them you wanted to help the cause, but you didn’t know the first thing about fighting or stealth. “My father always paid bodyguards to protect me” Frankly, Shigaraki was ready to kick you out from day 1.

But when you came back with information about the Hero Commission’s next move (unprompted I add) they were intrigued

Shigaraki realized you could get in close like they never could. You were smart, friendly, and most importantly, the daughter/son of a wealthy, influential family

He knew that he could use that to his advantage. Eventually, he began accompanying you out, wanting to make sure you weren’t double crossing them. He would stalk behind you about 10-15 feet, keeping out of your way and letting you do your work

When the two of you would return and after telling the league what you found you, you and toga and Magne would gush on and on about how attractive your date was

Spinner and dabi would gag and leave the room, Mr. Compress would chuckle and make a comment on “the good old school girl crush” behind making his exit, but not Tomura

He lurked around the bar afterwards, drinking some cocktail Kurogiri make and listening in. (Yes I headcanon Tomura as a cocktail man, don’t come at me)

It irritated him endlessly how much you talked about your date, going on for hours about how you enjoyed it

His hands would twitch and he could feel the need to dust someone increase exponentially. He decided to not stay around afterwards anymore, but the feeling never went away

He thought it was just his annoyance of gossip, but even when he wasn’t there, the feeling lingered.

Long story short, one night Tomura dusted your date immediately after you ended the night and confessed (stuttering and scratching his neck while doing so)

But after confessing to you, the young leader became.. less of as asshole and more.. mature

By that point, you had settled into being a part of the LoV and everyone had taken quite a liking to you (even dabi if you can believe it)

Things only got better for the league when you were able to steal money from your father and buy them a much better, bigger hideout.

“My father had millions upon millions of yen, he’s not gonna notice if a few million go missing”

It was an old, a banded building on the outskirts of town. With a kitchen, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a basement that the LoV converted into a training area.

While they kept using the bar as their main HQ, most of the time if someone wasn’t on a mission, they could be found in the building you bought

They even named the building “Y/N’s Mansion” (spinner came up with the name)

The Relationship

Tomura’s relationship with you was, frankly, the best thing to happen to the league

Even though sometimes he still got annoyed with how privileged you seemed, he never really could bring himself to hate you

You were always kind and generous, never really thinking about yourself

You always made sure to be ready with the first aid kit when anyone came back from missions and you always made an effort to learn about each one of them

The first time Tomura let you touch his skin, you were so delicate and soft. Treating him like a glass figure, careful not to break him

Before you, he had never been shown such tenderness, it was a new sensation for him that he swears he will never get used to it

He wanted to show you the same thing, so he forced Dabi to go out and steal some artist. gloves for him

Your skin felt so.. delicate underneath his rough palm that he almost convinced himself that you were a real angel

You were still naive to the way of the world, but Tomura wanted to keep it that way

He was like your scary dog privileges and "barked" at anyone who even looked at you wrong

A guy stared too long at the connivence story? Dusted later that night

Someone made an unwanted advance at a bar or club? They suddenly go missing a few minutes later

Dabi makes some snide comment about you? Tomura is up in his face, glaring and threatening him (Kurogiri has had to break up too many confrontations)

Overall, Tomura may have been suspicious of you but in reality you have become the single, most important thing in his life

#boku no hero academia #mha #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #reader insert #x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shiragaki #mha tomura #bnha tomura #shimura tenko #league of villains #my hero academia #bnha

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madameaug · 8 months

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Meet the Mod || JJK x OC

Pairing: Streamer Jungkook x Black Female Modder

WC: 1.4k >

NOTE: Now finished :)

"Hey, chat." Jungkook greeted the thousands of viewers tuning into his stream. His eyes glossed over the moving text as he adjusted his camera equipment. Jungkook had recently returned to his streaming schedule after taking a temporary break. The past two weeks had been pretty stressful for the young streamer. He had just moved from his small apartment to a much larger, more comfortable place.

It was crazy for him to think that he could sustain his lifestyle off his streaming income. Four years ago, he would have laughed at someone telling him he would average 70,000 viewers a livestream.

Did you eat? What did you do today? Marry me pls!!!

It was the same typical chatter that he was used to seeing.

"I ate three cups of spicy ramen. I did some training with my boxing mentor today." Jungkook rubbed his slightly pudgy stomach. He slid his beanie slightly higher, showing more of his forehead into the camera.

Mang_luver: Ur back!

Jungkook recognized the username of one of his modders. 'Mang luver' was a part of the handful of mods Jungkook had in his streams. Three of them were his close friends from high school, and the other two were viewers in the beginning with him. Mang luver fell into the latter category. She was always kind to him and helped foster the culture within the community.

Since there were so few mods, he was in a private and somewhat active group chat with his moderators. They spoke frequently with each other. Some of them even meet up in person.

"Hey Mang."

What games are you playing today?

That was the question that most of the viewers were asking Jungkook.

"Ah, I think I'm just gonna chat today. I'm not in the best mindset to focus on Overwatch or anything like that tonight."

Several topics for conversation spoke over the AI Jungkook has set up for his stream. Most of them asked for advice in school, which Jungkook wouldn't mind discussing; however, he doesn't think he's the best person to talk about school motivation.

His life path was quite untraditional. He dropped out of high school to pursue music. He was semi-successful and eventually returned to school to complete his high school diploma. Now he streams and boxes.

He sorted through the chat, looking for interesting topics. Straying away from suggestive or potentially sexual topics.

"My ideal type?" Jungkook read out the chat. It intrigued him.

Jungkook stroked his imaginary beard, thinking about his ideal romantic partner.

"I would say someone who is confident and not afraid of a challenge. I'm really attracted to a person's aura and the vibes they give out."

Jungkook was quite honest with his words. In the past, he's thought about the physical attributes that he wants in his future girlfriend. He didn't have anything that was top priority. Most of his deal breakers involved personality. Like if they were rude to customer service workers or if they were disrespectful.

It was hard for him to narrow his ideal partner to a list of physical attributes.

"I guess I can also add that the person would have to be an ARMY. Jungkook smiled. His shameless flirting ignited the chat. The chat eating it up.

Mang_luver: are you tryna rizz up the chat?

Mang_luver: L streamer

"You don't like my flirting skills Mang? Jungkook couldn't hold back his smirk. He and Mang had a teasing report with each other. Causing live entertainment for those in the chat.

"You know what, chat, I think I know my type. I like girls who don't like me back."

Jungkook waited patiently for another witty remark from Mang. The chat commented that the two were acting like a married old couple. They always bickered about small, petty things that eventually it just became part of their dynamic.

Mang_luver: YUCK

Mang_luver: *gag*

"You know you love it, Mang."

Mang face reveal?

I'm tryna see something? What they said ^^^

The thought crossed Jungkook's mind that he had never seen an image of Mang. While he knew her real name, Jennette, and her age 24. He would never reveal such information while he was live. In the back of his mind, he wondered what she looked like, but the thought never developed into more.

But now the chat was begging for the modder to reveal her face. Spam flooding the chat box, Jungkook watched, curious as he wanted to see her face.

"Mang get on Discord." Jungkook instructed pulling up a new tab, before sharing his screen for the thousands to see.

Mang_luver: ... Mang_luver: fine Mang_luver: i hate you all

Upon reading the last message, he clicked the call button above her username. The chat was probably more excited than Jungkook. Mang answered the call ten seconds later, showing nothing but a black screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Turn your camera on."

"You're so pushy." Jenette pouted on the other side of the camera. She was up trying to freshen up her looks, to make it not look like she was lying down in bed. She removed her satin head scarf and shook her mini twists that dangled by her shoulders. She washed her hair last night and did the twist til she got her braids in the next few days.

"I just wanna see what you look like Mangy Pangy."

Jennette rolled her eyes, hearing that awful nickname.

"I thought you agreed you weren't gonna call me that?"

"I thought you agreed you were gonna show your face?'

"Actually, I agreed to get on Discord. Not to show my face." Jennette smiled at her response.

"Such a smart ass."

"Don't wanna be a dumbass like you." The comebacks rolled off her tongue easily. She didn't have to think when she said them at all.

"You are lucky I like you." Jungkook grumbled, clicking around on his computer. He pulled up Instagram on the tab. Jennette knew that Jungkook didn't "like" her that way, but its effect on her was apparent. She cleared her throat, snapping out of brief feelings of attraction.

"So you can turn on your camera or tell me your Instagram. I wanna see what you look like."

Jungkook started typing in guesses for Jennette's Instagram without giving her time to think. The first few guesses were unsuccessful, pulling up random people who looked nothing like her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked over her appearance, unsure about the whole face reveal deal.

Her skin was slightly dewey from her skincare routine. Acne scars covered certain areas of her cheeks. More importantly, her purple cat-eye glasses. The frames enhanced her almond eye shape and made her look slightly younger in her nighttime apparel.

Without another word, she turned on her camera. Jungkook wasn't looking at the video call. He was still trying to guess her Instagram. Little did he know that her Instagram didn't contain her name at all. So at this rate he would never find her Instagram. The chat jumped with the thousands of new comments, all discussing her appearance.

Omg she's so pretty. Damnnnnnn Black Barbie fr fr She's not one of us

Gahhhlee

It took a message being read by the AI voice for Jungkook to redirect his attention to the Discord call. He had to readjust himself on the couch. He pulled one of his knees to his chest.

"Awww."

Jenette looked away from her screen, blushing at his reaction. She was nervous, waiting for him to be compelled to react in a humiliating way.

"You happy?" Jennette found it hard to look at the streamer. Gosh, he was so boyfriend-coded that she knew that her thoughts would start to evolve this simple interaction into something more. She got like this with most of her crushes. It never took long for her to fall for someone.

"You're so cute."

"Shut up."

Rizz her up Jungkook!

Yall look good together omgggg

"Yall, it's not like that, I'm not gonna rizz up, Mang. I was just curious to see what she looked like. Now, we can move on to something else." With a smile, he redirected the stream to a totally different topic. Mang took this as a segway to leave the call and rejoin the chat. Junkgook discussed the latest SZA music video 'Snooze', with Justin Bieber.

However, the chat was still discussing Mang's looks. More and more comments were becoming passive-aggressive. And Jungkook couldn't ignore the overwhelming backhanded compliments. It was time for him to step in and say something.

"Ayo, chill. That's enough on Mang. Don't forget she can ban any of yall."

I wish someone would defend me like Jungkook does Mang. ooop hell yeah- put them in their place!

He scrolled up the chat logs to see if Mang spoke. But she was radio silent. With his phone unlocked and off-camera, Jungkook privately messaged Mang. He wanted to ensure she was okay and confirm that he wasn't okay with the rude comments she was facing. Mang texted back pretty quickly, confirming that she was fine.

Mang_luver: I don't know why I just felt so nervous

Mang_luver: Face reveals always stir up anxiety for me

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ : I get it

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: But don't listen to them. You do look good, like really good

Mang_luver: That's really sweet

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: After stream I'll call you to ensure that things between us are still cool. I don't fuck with that bully shit.

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: That good?

Mang_luver: Yeah I'll be up

Closing out of his phone, Jungkook reacted to a couple of other music videos released in August. Before he knew it, it was a quarter past three. Jungkook yawned before wrapping up the conversation he was having with chat.

"I'm gonna get off, guys. This was fun, per usual." Jungkook smiled and started waving at the people, saying 'good night' to him.

He's probably going to talk to Mang goodnight kookie you never answered?? will you marry me??? pls!!

He ended the stream, rubbing his face. Walking to his bedroom, he thought about what to say to Jennette. He was use to the 'mean' comments that he would get from trolls in his comments. Working in the music industry for all those years helped him grow thick skin. Plus, he knew that they wouldn't return that same energy if he ever met these people in real life.

He thought about how to properly apologize to Jennette. Eyes getting heavy, and the last thing on his mind was his really pretty modder.

#bts x black reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x black reader #x black reader #kpop x black reader #black writers #small drabble #jungkook #jungkook imagines

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aimsey-updates · 1 year

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Aimsey posted on instagram!

#id in alt text #aimsey #instagram update #mod nev #I'm sorry gamers I HAD to add the caption. it's such a different vibe from the photos im dYing

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aspec-friendly-reading · 1 year

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Book series YA recommendation:

The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel

About a brother and a sister gaining abilities through their unique auras and running from bad magicians, with Nicholas Flamel being their guide.

That's as much as I think I can say without spoiling anything, but there's no romance in it. ^^ I enjoyed it a lot growing up.

Thank you!

And yes, there is no romance (or sexual content) regarding the main characters (although one is implied to have a crush on someone, but it is never acted upon) but there are many married couples (a few chapters are written in one couples point of view) and a few side character relationships with romantic pining or something more complex.

Author: Michael Scott

Genre: fantasy, thriller, mythology

Bonus: in 2006 a movie adaptation was announced, the film is still in production to this day

#book recs #romance-free books #smut-free books #mod jay #the movie situation is really weird #if anyone have more info feel free to add #mod nev here. I fixed some of the info so it's more specific in case some people didn't understand.#also this is such a good series i highly recommend reading it. one of my favorites.

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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closer | part six

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: joel pays you a late night visit after a day of flirty texting. 6.5k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel, oral (m receiving), size kink (big dick miller you know how it is), hand grinding,/riding, dirty talk, praise kink, reader is a menace this chapter

You wake up still feeling like you’re living in some kind of a dream the next morning. Two weeks ago you would have laughed at the concept of Joel fucking Miller eating you out until you begged him to stop, yet here you are, on the other side of that exact experience from last night. Despite the fact that you feel a bit embarrassed remembering your hazy, sleepy begging to stay over his house, you feel good about the whole thing. Amazing, actually. You start to flush all over again when the image of him, lifting his face from between your legs and looking right into your eyes flashes through your mind. You let out a contented sigh, sliding yourself out of bed to get ready for the day.

It’s a Friday, and normally your parents would be working but they both took a day off for a doctor’s appointment for your dad and to get some major unpacking done, which you’re roped into, of course, as part of your deal with staying here.

You shower and change into some loose, comfortable clothing and as you’re opening the door, you see a small piece of paper taped to it on the outside. You pull it off, tilting your head to the side with curiosity as you unfold it.

Won’t be around tonight - work outing. Text me something to let me know you’re thinking of me

Joel

He’d written his phone number underneath his name, and you smile giddily at this little piece of him you’re holding right now. You study the handwriting, just admiring the boyish, sloppy strokes of the pen and the way he writes his own name. You quickly punch the number into your phone and save it, after debating what to even put for his contact name. Putting down Joel Miller seems so… formal for a guy who had his tongue inside of you last night, so you just settle on ‘Joel’.

You look forward to thinking of the perfect text to send him, but luckily you have this relatively busy day ahead of you to keep your mind off the fact that you won’t be seeing Joel tonight. You don’t want to end up seeming too desperate anyways, texting him the second you get his number.

Your parents are in the kitchen, your dad hovering near your mom on crutches as she’s cooking. He’s trying so hard to be helpful despite barely being able to get around right now, but you smile watching him add some salt and pepper to the eggs on the stove to seem productive. They both turn when they hear you opening the sliding glass door.

“Good morning!” you mom and dad call in unison, sounding suspiciously chipper for the busy day they have ahead of them.

“Morning,” you reply, stifling a yawn. “What can I get started on?” you ask.

“You don’t want to eat? We made plenty,” your dad says.

“Sure,” you shrug, getting plates and silverware out before making yourself a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon. You sit down, and your parents join you a few moments later. You’re too busy digging into your food to notice the look they’re both giving you at first. You glance up, then do a double take because you notice both of their faces, a mixture of stunned, amused, and concerned. You stop chewing, darting your eyes around, feeling like you’re missing something.

“Where the hell did that come from?” your mom says, her tone uncharacteristically demanding for her.

“Wh- where did what come from?” you ask, furrowing your brow feeling genuinely confused.

You see it in what feels like slow motion, your mom reaching up to her own neck to indicate, and you choke a little on your food as your cheeks go completely red and your stomach bottoms out. You hadn’t even thought about trying to cover up all the marks Joel had left on you - you’ve never really had many hickeys before. You’d just rolled out of bed and barely even noticed yourself in the mirror this morning, and now you wish you could go back in time to do that so you could avoid feeling like you’re going to die of embarrassment.

“Uh…” your throat makes a strained sound, pushing air out but no words come. “I - uh, oh my god,” you say, giving up and hiding your face in your hands. You simply hear both of your parents cracking up now, and a bit of relief sweeps through you. You know they are pretty open minded, but you don’t want to admit the whole truth to them about Joel or discuss anything remotely having to do with your sex life.

“I may have gone out… at night… met some people,”’ you lie, miserably trying to make up a story on the spot as you peek out at them from behind you hands. “It’s really nothing, I swear.”

Your parents are both smiling at you with an intrigued expression. “As long as you’re being safe,” your dad comments, and you feel like passing out again.

“God… dad, I know,” you reply, giving him a look of pained disgust.

“Alright, alright, it’s not our business,” your mom jumps in. “Just gave us a surprise, those are quite the marks you’ve got there...” Your mom leans a little closer to inspect them and you lean back, trying to swat her away.

“Okay, that’s enough breakfast for me! I’m going to get started on… something. Literally anything that is not in this room right now,” you ramble, getting up from the table and clearing your plate before heading to the living room, where you can hear your parents still laughing with each other over your misfortune. You roll your eyes and pull out your phone, opening a new message.

9:13am

You: Hi

Joel: About time you reached out. I was worried you weren’t going to

You: My parents accidentally saw all of my hickeys… thanks a lot

Joel: Bad to say I’m laughing right now?

You: It’s not funny!!! I’m mortified within an inch of my life. I had to make up some story about where I got them

Joel: Sorry baby, but it is funny. Was it at least worth it?

You: Absolutely worth every bit of embarrassment I’m feeling right now

Joel: Thought so ;)

You decide to get on with your morning, your mom joining in and then enlisting you to help them unpack their book room. There’s only two bedrooms in this house and an entire one is being dedicated to all their bookshelves and a reading nook. You do think it’s rather cute, how much your parents love to read together, despite them liking completely different genres.

Your mom has a whole system mapped out for organizing the books, and you’re trying your best to follow it, despite not understanding the way that woman’s mind works sometimes. She keeps eyeing you the entire time, and you can tell it’s not to check that you’re following her system - she wants to say something.

“Alright, out with it,” you say, rolling your eyes a little. You’re sitting on the floor, surrounded by books, organizing the piles while your mom places them on the shelves just right.

“Nothing, nothing,” she throws her hands up. “You’ve just surprised me today, that’s all. I just didn’t realize you were… going out.”

“It was just once or twice, I wanted to see if I could meet any people in Austin.” You shrug, and you realize now how your comment sounds when your mom lifts her eyebrows as if to say you sure did meet some people, judging by your neck.

“Not meet people like that. I’m not even trying to date anyone right now. Just met someone and we had a quick… thing. Please, can we stop talking about this forever?” You stop moving books and rub your eyes, desperately hoping she’ll drop it. You don’t like lying about everything with Joel, but you two haven’t even established anything about anything when it comes to your relationship. There’s no need to drag your parents or anyone else into it right now.

“Alright, fine, fine,” your mom concedes, and you sigh in relief. “I’m glad you’re trying to get out there more. Just making sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reply, and it feels good to finally be saying one true thing to her today. You’re more than okay - you’ve felt like you’re floating through these last two days, knowing what’s waiting for you in the evenings now. Joel.

You two work for another hour, thankfully talking about things that aren’t related to your sexual escapades, but your mom does bring up asking Joel to do a consultation on some things at the house and you cringe, but you don’t have any good reason to tell her not to do it. After all, she was completely enamored with the way he’d helped you fix the gate and kitchen cabinet, so it was the perfect setup for her. You can’t bear the thought of him tearing out walls, or fixing bathroom tiles, or whatever the hell it is your parents have planned, while you four are all in the same house. You’d have to go into hiding, you think, to avoid feeling like a total fraud around them. How would you be able to hold back the absolute ‘fuck me’ eyes you know you have around him? You’re beyond grateful when your mom leaves for your dad’s doctor’s appointment and you don’t have to tiptoe around subjects anymore.

Your phone buzzes while you’re eating lunch, still surrounded by the books that have yet to be shelved, and you check in, seeing that Joel has reached out to you again.

12:37pm

Joel: Checking in to see if you’re still dying from embarrassment?

You: It’s literally going to haunt me forever. At least I stayed busy with unpacking, but I think my mom is going to ask you to fix stuff in the house now because you were a little too generous before

Joel: Is that what you call what we did last night?

You: Too generous… sounds about right…

Joel: Not generous enough, if you ask me

Joel: Happy to help if she needs it, but stay out of the room so they don’t see me checking out your ass and ask too many questions

You: Okay now who’s the insatiable one?

Joel: Still you

You: I am thinking about you a lot today…

Joel: Thinking what about me?

You: You know what!

Joel: Humor me

You chuckle, biting your lip as you think for a moment about your response before quickly getting back to typing on your phone.

You: Thinking about last night and the night before

You: About your hard cock

You: Your fingers inside of me, making me come like crazy

You’re midway through typing your next message in this horny ambush when Joel texts back.

Joel: Woah woah, trying to work here

You: You tease, you asked!

Joel: Still glad I did

Joel: But it makes me sorry we can’t see each other tonight. I’ll probably be back late

You: That’s okay, have fun :)

Joel: Not sure I can now, I’ll just be thinking about you sweetheart

You smile and giggle a little to yourself, feeling butterflies at the thought of Joel thinking about you all day in any sense at all.

Joel is having a mess of a day at work. Shit, he thinks to himself for a solid thirty minutes at least after reading the texts you’ve sent about him making you come. And now it’s all he can think about, fighting his dick getting hard for half the day as he tries to focus on keeping his team in line and getting their work done. Tommy seems to notice Joel’s distracted mind, but doesn’t say anything just yet, and for that Joel is grateful.

In the end, Joel can’t stop his thoughts from drifting back to you. Just how absolutely mind blowingly good you’d felt as you came around his fingers and into his mouth, and the look on your face when you realized there was no way he was stopping at just one orgasm. He knows he could’ve gotten another one out of you last night after those three, and the thought of seeing you that fucked out and desperately writhing for him is practically what’s getting him through the day. One day, he’s going to get you to truly beg him to stop making you come, and he feels a slightly uncomfortable twitch in his jeans at the thought.

Tommy gives Joel a sly look as he catches Joel checking his phone yet again.

“I see things are going well,” he chides, and Joel rolls his eyes a little.

“Just… seeing how things play out,” Joel answers mostly honestly. Tommy hasn’t asked so Joel hasn’t felt the need to share that things had progressed between the two of you.

“Brother, I don’t know the last time I saw you like this,” Tommy says with a shake of his head.

“I know,” Joel runs a hand down his face, sighing. “I’ll get my head back in the game, sorry Tommy.”

Joel didn’t know exactly how he was going to do that, when images of you from last night accompanied by sexy little texts were floating through his mind, but he would damn well try.

You’re yawning, leaned up against your pillows, feeling like the most elderly 25 year old in the world as you see that it’s barely even 9:30 and you’re already ready for bed. You haven’t heard anything else from Joel, and you’re glad that means he’s hopefully having a fun time out with his work crew. You can’t help that you’re still a bit disappointed you aren’t seeing him again tonight, but you think maybe it’s a good thing, to get a little separation from these last few nights to clear your head a bit. Your phone buzzing next to you takes you out of your thoughts, and you can’t stop the immediate smile when you see Joel’s message pop up.

9:34pm

Joel: Missing you baby, what’re you up to?

You begin to type a message back, but then pause, having an even better idea strike you. You immediately rifle through your underwear drawer frantically, finding one of your favorite black lace pairs and changing into it. You peel off your shirt and settle yourself on your bed, covering your tits with one hand and forearm and angling the camera on your phone to get a teasing image down your chest and all the way to your panties as you lay down. You decide to flip over and take another one of just your ass, showing off the cheeky design of the black lace that covers only half of your behind. You giggle to yourself most of the time, feeling so ridiculous but happy to be doing this for Joel. You sit on the edge of your bed and scroll through the embarrassing amount of photos you’d just taken to try and get it perfect, and choose one of your front and backside to send to Joel. Your fingers shake a little as you hit send, realizing these are your first risque photos you’ve ever sent anyone. You feel weirdly nervous, hoping he’ll like them, that they aren’t too much, that you look hot enough in them. You’ve already decided on the perfect message to go with the photos, quickly typing it out and sending it along.

You: Just wishing you were here right now so you could fuck my face

Your phone pings barely moments later, and you grin into the screen as you read Joel’s response.

Joel: Fucking hell

Joel: You naughty girl… Can’t believe you’d sent that while I’m out in public

You: Oops :)

You: Heading to sleep, goodnight!

Joel: You’re unbelievable

Joel: Goodnight ;)

You’re dozing with the TV on but muted, the colors and lights of the screen flashing through your otherwise dark room. You stir awake, unsure of what exactly caused it, but you roll over and try to close your eyes again. A sound comes, and it must be what woke you - a tapping on the door to your apartment. Your face scrunches up in equal concern and annoyance - who the hell would be doing this in the middle of the night? You check your phone - it’s 11:30pm. You slide out of bed and pad over to the door, unlocking and then opening it.

Joel is standing there, slightly disheveled from his evening out in a long sleeved plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and jeans. His hair is mussed slightly, but you always love it when it’s like that. You’re slightly annoyed that he woke you up, but you immediately grin incredulously at the sight of him.

“Wh-?” you start to ask, wide eyed, but he’s already moving his way through your door, stepping past you and into the room.

“Couldn’t get me fuckin’ your pretty face out of my mind since you said it,” Joel says gruffly, looking back towards you with a little smirk.

You cross your arms, trying to feign an unimpressed attitude, despite being immediately excited about his presence. “I see,” you say with a quirked brow, approaching him and running a hand delicately along his arm. “You woke me up, you know.”

Joel leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, baby. I can go, if you want.”

“No,” you call out quickly, almost too desperately. This is the first time he’s offering to let you pleasure him in some way, and you feel the need to cling onto it. “That’s okay, I’m happy you’re here.” You try to smile alluringly as you look up at him, and Joel, sensing the urgency in your words, has a wry look on his face. He moves over to your bed and sits on the edge of it, watching you with his head tilted slightly. You immediately feel the warmth of desire spreading through you with the way he’s looking at you in your thin tank top and sleep shorts, his eyes full of hunger and desire.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs as you draw nearer. You stand between his legs, and for some reason, the nerves kick in, little flips going through your stomach. Something about the way he’s in your space and came by unannounced, wanting nothing but your mouth on him is enough to send you spiraling.

“Think it’s fun to tease me all day like that? Send those pictures?” he asks, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you further in between his legs, your chest level with his face now. He leans his head forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth through the fabric of your shirt and sucks hard. You inhale sharply and your whole body seems to buck forward with it, the feeling immediately growing the steadily warming pit inside of your core.

“Y-yes, I do,” you manage to squeak out, and Joel bites gently at the now hard and aching bud beneath your shirt.

“Of course you do - you naughty, needy thing, wanting me to be hard all day at work, needin’ you on this cock,” he says, pinching your other nipple between his fingers and rolling, looking straight up into your eyes now. You nod slightly, trying to focus despite his movements, grinding your hips forward into nothing, looking for relief as an ache begins to build between your legs.

“I like being needed by you,” you say quietly, biting your lip as you nervously await his response to your confession. Joel’s face softens a little despite the desire still lurking in his gaze.

“I know you do, darlin’, you want to be a good girl for me, huh? Make me wanna keep coming back for more?” He stands off the bed and brings a hand up to your cheek, pressing his palm to it and curling his fingers around your head. You’re already falling apart inside, melting at his words that ring a little too true, and feel your cheeks warming.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “Please.”

As if your words were a confirmation to him, Joel moves his hands to your shoulders, turning you around and pushing you gently to sit on the bed while he strokes the skin there with his thumbs. You sit quietly, impatiently awaiting his next move, your chest heaving slightly now with anticipation. Joel doesn’t take his eyes off of your eager expression as he reaches to his belt, jangling sounds as he unbuckles it fills the room and he unzips his pants. He lets them fall to the floor, and you can now see his cock straining against his black briefs. You hesitantly reach out to touch him, but he tenderly takes your wrist and holds it back, shaking his head.

“So eager, aren’t we?” He arches an eyebrow playfully. You swear your mouth starts to water and the thought of tasting his cock, so you suppose he’s not wrong. He lets go of your wrist, and you drop it down to your side now, watching as he slides a hand down his briefs and rubs his cock, large hands grabbing the length of it, a small groan of pleasure coming out of him.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your thighs together as much as you can despite Joel standing in between your knees. You need it, you need him, and all you can focus on is the thought of that cock being somewhere inside of you. Joel is loving every minute of this torture, a little gleam in his eye as he chuckles at you squirming.

“Okay, sweet girl, you’ve waited long enough,” he coos, lovingly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel excitement pouring through you when he pulls his briefs down his legs and the full length of his cock sits bare in front of you. You immediately have the urge to lurch forward, take it into your mouth and give him all the pleasure he’s been giving to you, but you think better of it.

“Open,” Joel commands, moving a little closer to you and putting his whole hand against the back of your head, threading his fingers into your hair. You do as he says, your mouth hanging open for him.

Your tongue comes out, immediately lapping at the head of his cock as soon as it gets close enough, and Joel‘s body jerks at your movement until he relaxes into it. You run slow, swirling circles around it with your tongue, flicking your tongue a bit down into the shaft, eliciting breathy little moans from Joel as you continue your movements down the length of him. Now that it’s so close to your mouth, you’re realizing just how much of him you’re going to have to fit in there, and you want to panic a little bit. Joel seems to sense your apprehension because he begins to stroke the back of your head calmingly with his fingertips.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll go slow,” he says, attempting to reassure you. You simply give a “mm-hmm” and a nod in approval while you continue working him with your tongue, not missing a beat. You position your head underneath him and lick a long stripe with the flat of your tongue up the length, then move your lips to the head, a silent signal that you’re ready for him. Joel pushes his hips forward carefully, the head going into your mouth, his salty taste taking over every taste bud. You moan a little from the pure anticipation leading up to this moment, wanting to pleasure him like this from the first night you’d spent together. Or, if you’re being honest with yourself, probably from the first day you’d seen him from your parents’ yard.

“Already lookin’ so perfect on my cock like that, pretty girl,” Joel drawls breathlessly as he pushes a little deeper, your mouth still comfortably taking him in, and his praising words send a rush of wetness between your legs, making you squirm a little bit. He pulls back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of your mouth before he thrusts his hips forward again, this time a little deeper. He continues the motions, moving himself slightly deeper into your mouth each time he pushes himself back into you. It’s becoming a stretch to take this much of him, but you want so badly to be his good girl, to make him happy, so you keep going. His next thrust hits a little too deep and you gag slightly, grasping onto Joel’s thigh for support as tears sting your eyes. He pauses for a moment, but you slide your mouth a few times to let him know it’s okay to keep going. He starts thrusting a little more urgently now that he’s learning your boundaries, his cock repeatedly moving in and out of your warm mouth, and from the groaning sounds he’s making, you know he’s been wanting to do this badly for a while now, much longer than just today.

When Joel said he was going to fuck your face, he meant it. His hand holds firmly on the back of your head as he thrusts his hips, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth with ragged breaths.

“My perfect, pretty girl,” he mumbles in between his panting, looking down and watching your mouth take his cock over and over in the dim lighting of the room. “Bet you like this cock in your mouth, want me to push it back as far as I can, don’t you?” he groans out.

You simply try to nod enthusiastically despite your head being held by him, and he grunts approvingly at your reaction, pushing his dick just that much deeper into your mouth. You fight the urge to choke a little, but you move past the feeling, finding the perfect angle for him to hit in your mouth to avoid it. His praises, the way his cock tastes, it’s overwhelming you and you feel the ache between your legs pulsing, begging you to do something about it. You slide your hand down inside of your shorts, pressing your palm to your pussy and sighing lightly at the relief as your hips immediately begin moving, grinding against your hand. Joel, seeing your movements on the bed, smirks down at you as he catches sight of your hand in your shorts.

“Fuck, you sweet little thing, liking taking me in your mouth like that - who would’ve thought you’d be such a filthy, cock hungry girl, hm?” he rambles, lost in the moment of his pleasure. You other hand cautiously reaches up, grasping onto the very base of his cock, beginning to pump along the base of it. Joel doesn’t stop you, if anything it seems to encourage him. His moans become a bit louder, and when your own moans vibrate onto his cock from your mouth, it seems like it’s driving him absolutely crazy.

“Yeah, baby, just like that, keep touching that little pussy for me,” Joel moans out, and you have no problem obeying his command. You’re already moving your hips rhythmically onto your fingers now, rubbing your clit quickly and desperately, the pressure of your climax already almost at a breaking point. His cock is throbbing, begging for release, and you begin to add some more movement into the hand on the base, rotating it slightly a few times and then dipping down to cup his balls.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “Yes, sweet girl, s-such a good girl,” he breathes out, stammering a little now. His eyes are closed as he continues to pump his cock into your mouth, his hand gripping even tighter on your head. You’re both in a frenzy, close to climaxing, but Joel seems to be reaching it first. “I’m gonna come right into that throat, baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he says, and you make a moaning sound onto his cock in affirmation. He plunges deep, releasing himself and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat, warm and salty as his body shudders, his muscles tensing. You don’t let up on touching yourself, the feeling of him reaching his climax only sends an even greater ache to your cunt as you push your finger inside of yourself. You can feel his body loosen moments later, and he relaxes, slowly dragging his cock out of your mouth with hazy looking eyes.

He quickly notices your hand still in your shorts, rubbing frantically, and grabs your wrist, pulling it out. You cry out at the movement on your clit suddenly stopping, but Joel has other plans - he lets go of your wrist, gripping your shoulders and flipping you onto the bed, stomach down. He presses himself against you, leaning his body over top of yours, and you can feel his still wet half hard cock pressing against your ass. He slides a hand underneath your hips, immediately pushing two fingers onto your clit, but he leaves it still, not moving.

“Make yourself come,” he commands, leaning closer to your ear now, each word deliberate and succinct. . “Use me.”

You breathe in a little shakily, but find yourself turned on all over again at what he’s suggesting. You start to tentatively move your hips, grinding them down onto his hand. As soon as you start moving, his fingers slowly begin to make circles on your clit, prompting you to move faster.

“Fuck, Joel,” you whimper, pushing your hips into his hand harder and harder, his fingers staying perfectly on your clit as he rubs it along with your movements You’re losing all sense of control now, your hips lifting off the bed and then back down, feeling like something other than you is guiding your motions now as you reach closer to your orgasm.

Joel’s noises of approval at you pleasuring yourself bring you even closer to the edge, knowing he enjoys this as much as you do. He starts kissing along your back, keeping his body pressed close to yours, but allowing as much movement as you need to get off. The flutter of his lips on your skin sends you shuddering.

“Yeah, baby, come on,” he urges you, rubbing his finger more intensely now. You’re moving your hips quicker, trying to find the perfect angle, panting into the mattress now, desperately reaching for your orgasm. Joel senses you’re close, feeling your dripping cunt all over his hand, and he surprises you by quickly sliding his hand down and in one fluid motion pushing two fingers inside of you, barely letting up on the motion on your clit as he does it. You cry out into the bed, trying not to make too much noise as Joel pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Need your sweet little pussy comin’ all over this hand, c’mon.” His voice is low, and he lightly bites the skin on your back as he stays pressed against you. You’re shaking all over as your hips grind down into his fingers and your core suddenly explodes, the orgasm wracking your body. You moan loudly, pressing your face down as you bite onto the sheets, trying to stifle your noise with something.

Joel doesn’t let up, letting you ride out your climax hard onto his hand, your slickness coating his fingers as he goes as deep as he can throughout it. Your shuddering finally slows, and you try to catch your breath, practically collapsing onto his hand.

“Very good girl,” he coos, planting another kiss on your back. You lift your hips just enough for him to pull his hand out before you let them fall back down, your muscles threatening to give out on you. Joel lays down next to you on his back and turns his head over to you, gently smoothing your hair off of your face and you see the corners of his lips turn up slightly.

“I’m glad you showed up,” you say breathlessly, smiling wide.

Joel chuckles. “Oh, me too, sweetheart.”

You two lay silently for a few moments, before you turn onto your side and look at him with anticipation, nervous about what you want to ask him. “Is it weird to say that I like… how you act during… all this stuff?” You peer over at him and bite your lip, thankful that the darkness is likely hiding how red your cheeks are turning.

“How do you mean?” Joel scrunches his brow.

“Just… all the stuff you say to me. It really turns me on.”

Joel lets out another little laugh. “Oh yeah? You like the things I call you?”

You nod, maybe a little too excitedly, catching yourself and releasing a shy laugh. “Yeah, I do.”

“Like… bein’ my good girl? My sweet girl?”

You squirm a little just hearing the words come out of his mouth, and it doesn’t escape Joel’s notices as he lifts his brows a bit at you. “Mhm, and… when you’re more vulgar too,” you say, barely loud enough for him to hear. You cover your face in embarrassment, you don’t know why this is too much to say to a man who’s dick you just had in your mouth, but it is. It’s like there’s different personalities involved when you two are intimate, or something.

“S’okay darlin’, don’t be so embarrassed. It’s all normal,” he assures you, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“I know, I guess I just never had anyone say most of this stuff before, it’s really… fucking hot.”

Joel laughs heartily now, and you follow suit. “It is!” you call out, giggling.

“I believe ya,” Joel says between chuckles. “I’m glad you like it, baby.” He ponders for a moment before adding with another laugh, “It’s hot for me too, I guess.”

“So you like saying that stuff to me, too?” You perk up a little, excited to hear his answer and get any type of validation from him on his feelings for you.

“Of course,” he says, touching your cheek. “Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. Gets me off just thinkin’ about callin’ you those things.”

You look at him slightly surprised, but smiling nonetheless. “Really?” you ask, still having a hard time accepting that Joel could be equally as attracted to you as you are to him.

“You know I think you’re the sexiest little thing, don’t you, baby? I could get turned on just by the idea of you,” he confesses, and you find your body instinctively moving closer to him before you even realize it.

“I guess I just assumed… you liked me, but maybe not… I don’t know, as much as I was interested in you.”

“I’ve been thinkin’ about you non-stop since I saw you for the first time, wantin’ to say all that stuff to you, if that helps.”

“I can’t believe that sometimes, that you noticed me like that.” You bite your lip nervously as you realize more and more of your feelings are getting out in the open tonight.

“And why’s that?” Joel asks, genuine curiosity in his expression.

“I mean look at you…” You gesture to all of him, and he chuckles a little. “And with my age, I didn’t know you’d see me like that. I just felt like I couldn’t compare with women your age, or something.” Ugh, you hated how you sounded saying all of this out loud.

“Darlin’, if I’m honest, right now you’re the only one I see myself wantin’ to fuck. Can’t get you off my mind,” he replies, and it’s so honest that you can’t help the look of surprise in your face. It quickly changes into a small, shy, smile though and you glance over at him.

“I like to hear you say that,” you say sweetly, practically melting as you catch his brown eyes with yours. “I can’t get you off my mind, either.”

“Well it’s settled, let’s stay on each other's minds, then,” Joel says, reaching over to wrap his arm around you. You turn onto your side and settle your body into his, nestling into the warmth and the smell of him and sex on the both of you.

“It’s settled,” you echo back, and you can feel the smile in Joel’s body as he squeezes you tighter. “Will you stay for a bit?” you ask tentatively, worried that between last night and this, he’s going to think you’re being too clingy for whatever this arrangement is that you’ve just agreed on.

“Sure, baby,” he says softly, and the two of you adjust yourselves to lay on the pillows up against the headboard.

“Have you ever seen this show?” you ask him, the TV now in both of your sights across from the end of the bed.

“Can’t say I’m one for these reality shows…” Joel says, peering at the screen skeptically as you unmute it.

“I’m telling you, it’s some of the funniest shit you could ever watch. One night here and I’ll have you hooked, I swear.”

Joel scoffs lightheartedly and laughs, denying what you’ve said, but he settles into the bed, continuing to hold you in his arms while you lay your head on his chest. You two watch in silence for a while until Joel interrupts.

“Now wait… why’s she so upset?” he asks, and the real concern in his voice makes you want to burst out laughing.

“Okay, so this girl Becca, she’s obsessed with that guy, Paul, but Paul chose Carrie for his big date he gets to have. But get this - Carrie and Becca are best friends in this house they all share so it’s just so awkward and freaking dramatic for no good reason,” you explain, your words coming out rapidfire before you can even doubt if Joel cares to hear all of this.

“Jesus christ,” Joel murmurs quietly, taking in your speed rundown of the drama. You immediately laugh at how ridiculous you’d just sounded, but you peer up and Joel’s eyes are still glued to the TV, intently watching as the show flashes between the date and Becca crying to the other girls about Paul. Once the episode ends, Joel doesn’t stop the next one from starting to play, and you have to bite back the shit eating grin you want to wear on your face so badly. Instead, you turn your head from his chest to look at his face again.

“Told you,” you say simply, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh, shut it,” Joel chuckles, shoving you gently. He glances down at you with a soft smile and then kisses the top of your head, his eyes flicking back to the drama unfolding on the TV.

You can’t help but think that you could easily stay in this moment, just like this, forever.

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