This voice line be making my head hurt man
Have ppl done something with it already? If not Imma jump on it (and even if yeah I'll still do it damn it)
Them poses will be hard as fuck though, but at least its practice
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I’m getting established with a new primary care doctor now that I’ve moved, and they overbooked a little so the only room available was a kid’s room. And. Well.
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I'm giving Vox the biggest side eye right now
He sounded happy at the thought of Angel quitting.
He could have been sarcastic, so I didnt bother much with it.
Then this happens!
Like Vox WTF!
He was happily talking to Valentino, he noticed Angel was looking at them then Vox stopped smiling then gave Val an interesting stare.
I could be reading too much into this, but Vox seems to have some fascination feeling between the two.
Anyone has thoughts?
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toxic/posessive dbf!joel??
"all mine. you're all mine," joel whispered against the slick curve of your jaw, leaving sweet kisses down the side of your neck. his hands were roaming your body freely, touching every square inch of it. a helpless whimper fell from your lips as you felt the warmth of his hand slide down your stomach, reaching for the spot between your thighs. “joel , please. touch me.”
your hands caught his wrist, almost trying to tell him to hurry up and touch you already. your hips slightly bucked off the mattress, meeting your clothed pussy with the hot palm of his hand. he laughed at your attempts to plead for him, keeping his hand over your pussy. "aw, look at how my girl's begging for me just to touch her?" his hand pressed harder against it, the pressure hitting your clit gently.
joel started to move his fingers slowly apart, rubbing you teasingly through the thin fabric of your panties. "you wish it was that easy for me to give in and make you feel good, baby." you know i play fair with you. he said with such confidence, ending his sentence off a slap to your pussy.
you let out a yelp, feeling a stinging sensation on your core. " - and guess what? a little birdie came and told me about you and your little boyfriend, darlin".
you felt like a deer in headlights when you looked right into his ice-cold eyes. someone must've caught you and him out the other day, and told joel. your boyfriend was everything joel despised. young, reckless, and a piece of shit. there was no doubt he would’ve killed him by now if it wasn’t for you standing in between.
but he loved you like a boyfriend should; showered you in kisses, giving you priceless gifts, he was a woman’s dream.
as much as he thinks he knows you, he could never compare to joel miller and you had to swallow the truth like a big girl.
joel knew your soft spots and weaknesses, and he knew how to use it against you. whether his intentions were good or bad, he always got what he wanted by the end of the night, even if it meant he'll have to convince you with ways other than his words.
he knows your thoughts, your love language, everything about you wasn't foreign to him. you were pretty hard to read at first until you naturally fell into the arms of his, hoping to find something that wasn't even close to your boyfriend.
"h-he wanted to talk to me, that’s all.." you stuttered, feeling the palette of your cheeks heating up. his fingers moved around your pussy, running his middle finger through the slit.
he nodded his head with a smirk on his lips, his finger pressed to your clit now, making your legs shake a bit. "are you telling the truth, cupcake..?" he teased you. leaning up from his position, his face was now right in front of yours. “you know it’s not good to lie, baby.”
his breath fanned over your nose as he held himself up with one arm, stopping himself from falling right onto you. “or do i gotta fuck it outta you, sweetheart?" the smirk on his lips remained.
you stayed silent, not wanting to let out any details of your day with steve that'll get you into much bigger trouble. you bit your lip, looking up at him innocently, which he certainly didn't like. the hand against your pussy was quickly brought up to your throat, wrapping itself around it with a tight squeeze. your answer wasn't one that he wanted to hear, or the one he expected. was it so hard for you to be honest? hmm.. his good girl wasn't so perfect after all.
"you wanna stay quiet now, huh? you were begging, pleading for me to touch you and now you have nothing to say?" he snarled, looking at you in shame. “know you fucked him and i know that pretty pussy couldn't finish." his grip on your throat tightening, choking you out harder. "did i give her permission to cum?" he asked you, tilting his head, waiting for an answer from you. barely able to gasp for air, you shook your head "nо"
such simple instructions you still manage to forget." he stifled out a laugh, shaking his head at you. "you're fucking pathetic, sweetheart, running back to the man who'll always be less than me." your eyes well up with tears, the feeling of your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. his hand was cupping your cheeks now, keeping your head straight. he slapped one of your cheeks lightly, making your tearful eyes fixate to his angry ones.
a small tear slides down your cheek, waiting to be wiped by joel, but only to be laughed at by him. he had no sympathy for you. absolutely none.
"you know you'll always run back to me by the end of the night. you're fuckin' mine."
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