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Say You Love Me (Joel Miller x f! reader)

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Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader (pre and post outbreak)

Rating: M (18+, explicit smut)

Word Count: 6.2K

Summary: Red wine. Rage. Regret. Reunions. When pride separates you from the man that got away in 2003, you thought you’d never see him again. But when going to tie loose ends for Bill and Frank, you see him and a young companion.

Content: TLOU spoilers, slight changes to the story, age gap (~10-15 years), multiple sex scenes, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, cowgirl, creampie, oral (f), rough sex, alcohol consumption, grief, violence, mentions of death, the musical stylings of Fleetwood Mac

A/N: Happy TLOU day! This initially started out as a creation for my 1K celebration to "Maroon" by Taylor Swift, but as you can see it completely manifested into its own short story. Thanks to everyone for being patient for my writing. I hope y'all enjoy!

Every time you have a dream about everything before, you try to document it down in your ratty journal with your pen running on empty. Everything seems to run on empty.

You dream of your former life less and less as the years go by. It’s a hazy memory and you can’t remember how we were able to live on such luxuries and be comfortable and be happy.

You dream of the man with his large hands and warm smile on your living room floor, warm with wine.

Red lips. Red cheeks. Red wine.

The bitter taste of cheap red blends on his tongue.

Sticky Austin nights where you’d start outside in the thick humidity but end it in ice cold a/c. It never mattered anyway, Joel always ran hot like a furnace so you’d have to settle yourself in between thin sheets.

You met through Megan who was dating his younger brother Tommy, a Gulf War vet that was more serious about holding his liquor than he ever was fighting in the war. One night when he’d had too much to drink, Joel, the responsible one, picked him up. A sleeping baby girl in the backseat.

He barged through your front door. “Tommy, what the hell are you doin’ bothering these–”

He stopped as soon as he looked at you. From that moment it was like the two of you had this instant communication. He didn’t have to say anything, all you needed to do was look into his eyes.

“HI there.” He smile at you, that warm smile with that dimple on the side of his cheek. “I–uh–hope you’re not the girl my little brother’s been botherin’ “

“That would be my roommate.” You smile back at him. His smile grows even wider and you can’t remember the last time you had such electric eye contact with someone.

Tommy bursts through the door, coming out of the bathroom with Megan hoisting his large frame.

“Please get him in bed and away from vodka.” She hoists Tommy onto Joel.

“Tell me a bedtime story.” He slurs. Joel looks at you apologetically as he turns to bring him to the car. You and Megan exchanged a silent look as she could pick up on what was going on and she nudged you to go after him.

“Hey wait!” You call out, you try not to focus on his broad back muscles. “I think it’s clear Tommy needs some chaperoning whenever he comes over here.”

He furrows his brow in confusion at first. “Y’know, his big brother to come over and make sure he’s doing right?” ‘You smile.

“Just say when and I’ll tag along.” Joel winks at you.

He was always a man of his word.

The next weekend, Megan invited Tommy over and suggested he bring Joel along as well. Tommy came barreling in like a freight train and Joel laid back to greet you at the door. He held up a six pack of beer.

“I didn’t wanna come over empty handed. It’s all we had in the fridge.” Joel said.

“Yeah, Joel wanted to come right over after workin’ tonight. Even let Sarah stay at a friends house, ain’t that sweet?”

“Alright, Tommy. I still clearly gotta babysit you.” Joel rolls his eyes.

“We’ll, thank you for the beer, Joel but we’re more wine drinkers here. Do you like red blend?”

“I’ll drink whatever you give me.”

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A few hours later, Megan and Tommy have gone off on their own adventure. You and Joel split the bottle of wine between the two of you and despite him stating he could handle his liquor, his large body was sprawled out across your living room floor with his empty glass tipped over.

“Miller, I thought you said you could handle your liquor.” You grin at him from the couch.

“I usually can. I don’t know what was in your roommate’s cheapass screwtop–”

“Hey–don’t blame the alcohol for why you’re currently on our living room floor right now. And while she can’t defend herself.”

“You saying I’m a sloppy drunk?” He leans closer towards you and you observe the patches in his beard.

“I’m saying I don’t wanna hold your hair back above the toilet.” You grin at him. He looks at you, hard. You feel your heart rate rising and the moment is almost too much to handle. You need to ground yourself with something, anything. You turn to your vinyls.

“You like records?” You ask him, moving towards the shelf.

“Didn’t know people your age still listened to them.” He called out. You scoffed.

“I’m not that much younger than you. Besides, this is timeless. CDs might come and go like 8 track players, but these? These are gonna last through everything.” You hold up a record and he nods in approval, Fleetwood Mac’s self titled album. You flip to side two and the sounds of “Say You Love Me” flood the living room.

You join him on the living room rug and close your eyes, listening to Christine McVie’s voice.

Have mercy, baby, on a poor girl like me

You know I'm falling, falling, falling at your feet

I'm tingling right from my head to my toes

So help me, help me, help me make the feeling go

“God, her voice is just so ageless. I know everyone always looks at Rumours as their best but this one is just cla–” Your breath hitches when you feel his hand brush your cheek. You feel the warmth of his face coming closer and closer as you finally open your eyes to see Joel ready to kiss you.

But he forgot his wine glass in his hand as it spilled onto you with the remainder of his alcohol.

“Shit, shit.” Joel stumbles up and looks around. “I am so sorry, I can clean that up.”

You get up to him walking around your kitchen, looking for paper towels. When he turns around, you put your hand at his chest and look up at his beautiful brown eyes.

“Why don’t you help me find a new shirt?” You ask him in a low voice. His jaw is slacked as he slowly nods.

“Yes ma’am.” He follows behind you, taking your hand as you lead him into your bedroom.

One thing about Joel Miller? He takes his time. He takes his time giving you soft, syrupy kisses and drawing the anticipation by pulling at your lip.

He builds you up by meticulously touching every part of your body while peeling off your clothes, grabbing at the swell of your ass, the dips of your hips and pulling at the back of your neck. He wants to make you feel amazing.

Once you’re naked, he lays you on top of your bed and peers up at you as he pulls your knees apart.

He drags the tip of his tongue over your clit, savoring your taste as he moans in relief. You tremble against him, dragging your hand through his dark curls as he begins to put his full mouth into you, his tongue entering you as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t help but squirm on top of him, rocking onto him as he moans below you.

“You taste so fucking good.” Joel gets up for air briefly and dives back in. Kissing at your inner thighs, he takes one of his thick fingers and pushes one into you, your body instantly tightening around it.

“So wet for me too.” Joel moans. He moves in earnest, putting his mouth back onto your clit and the pleasure is all you can concentrate on. He adds another finger, getting up to watch you squirm at his fingers as your wetness fills the room from his methodical thrusts.

You feel yourself tense, your muscles tightening around him as your pleasure intensifies and your breaths go shallow. When he curves his fingers and moves his mouth back to your clit, you short circuit completely.

You writhe on top of him as you cum, moaning louder than you’d expected and hoping Tommy and Megan don’t hear anything. Your shallow breaths fill the room and your eyes are shut. Pleasure still pulsates through your body as Joel is now on top of you, kissing at your throat as you feel his heavy, still clothed cock on top of you.

When you release it, it springs from his boxers, thick and dripping at the top with precum. You rub the tip of his head as he lets out a hiss of air at your throat. You bring the liquid to your mouth and savor the taste.

“I hope this ain’t too forward,” His hands cup and knead at your breasts. “But I’m desperate to feel you.”

“Please” You beg. “I have condoms but I’m also on the pill. Whatever you need, just please don’t stop.”

Joel lines himself up against you, rubbing his thick cock against your soaked walls. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gently enters you. It’s soft at first, him trying to fit in every single inch while also not cumming immediately while he was inside of you. You gripped him, wet and tight.

During the pause when he’s finally deep inside of you, you both are riddled with heavy breathing. Your kisses are slow but hungry. You start to move below him and that’s what drives him wild.

He begins to pump faster inside of you, rubbing himself against your swollen clit. You don’t think you’ve ever had something so intimate before. You’d had sex, but this just felt like something out of another dimension. Joel was entirely focused on your pleasure, hungrily pawing at your body as he rocked on top of you.

When circled his fingers on your clit, you knew you were going to cum a second time. You grabbed at the bedsheets, another climax of pleasure making you arch.

After you came twice, Joel was needier. He raised your leg so he could get into a deeper position and you had felt so incredibly full. He fucks you at a rapid speed and feeling you convulse around him for another orgasm wasn’t helping and the room filled with the noise of his balls slapping onto your skin.

You loved that his broad body surrounded you, that all you could feel was him and all you could hear were his grunts into your ear. His hips began to stutter as he filled himself into you, emptying himself as much as he could into your tight walls.

You don’t realize how badly you were gripping him until you rub his back, his head on your chest and you feel the claw marks. His breathing is labored, still feeling the impact of your sex as you bury your fingers into his curls.

“This should go without being said,” Joel looked up at you. “But I would really like to take you out sometime.”

You weren’t going to say no to that.

—---------------------------------

You wake up, the motion of the car rattling you.

“Morning, sunshine.” Megan smiles behind the steering wheel. Before everything, Megan was terrified of driving and now you’d catch her dead before she’d stop and pick someone up, choosing to run them over instead because they were likely a hunter.

And wouldn’t you rather kill than be killed?

It all happened so fast but so painfully, hauntingly slow at the same time. In one night, civilization as you knew it had ceased to exist. Megan came home, shaking, covered in blood telling you you had to leave tonight.

You drove until you ran out of gas. You walked until you were able to rob some idiots that tried to give you a ride and take advantage of you. And that’s how you ended up at the Philadelphia quarantine zone. Somewhere far away from Texas and the sticky heat and long carefree nights.

There were a lot of men like that in this world, who thought they could take things from vulnerable women. Little did they realize, the vulnerable women didn’t make it. Not all of them were like that, though. Bill and Frank weren’t.

You’d met Frank over the radio, talking over some music his partner BIll was playing as some sort of signal. Frank was incredibly kind, warm and worldly in a world with almost nothing left. He’d offered to trade things between you and Megan’s QZ and the Lincoln town he lived in with Bill.

And Bill? He was…Bill. He wasn’t exactly kind and open to strangers, but he knew the both of you and trusted you after all of these years. Whoever Frank loved, he loved. So when you’d heard the 80’s distress signal coming from the radio, you’d decided to risk the trip and make sure everything was okay.

When you had gotten to the gate, usually coded, it was wide open and the two of you exchanged looks in surprise. Without having to say a word, you grabbed your handgun out of the glove compartment. Megan pulled up to Bill and Frank’s, seeing their door open.

The two of you had tried to get out of the car as quietly as possible. Crouching behind the car as you heard the crunch of footsteps.

“It could be Bill and Frank.” Megan whispered.

“When is it like Bill to ever keep the gate open?” You asked her. You heard the crunches coming closer.

The two of you signal to step out at the same time, adrenaline pumping through your veins. After all of this time, it never gets easier doing this.

Before you could pull the trigger, you hear a HYAH and see a small figure jump out towards you.

Jesus, it’s a child. Before she could try to stab either of you, Megan pins her down to the ground, knocking the knife out of the way and the kid squirms under her.

You see another figure jump into frame to defend the kid. A man with grey hair, a broad frame and a handgun. The two of you are in a standoff but something feels off. You know you’ve been to Lincoln so many times before but something about this feels entirely too familiar.

“Do not hurt the kid.” The man drawls, looking down at her and then back at you. “She didn’t—“

And then his eyes meet yours. Still as piercing as you remember. And you realize that you’re standing in front of Joel Miller for the first time in twenty years.

“…Joel?” Megan says something first.

“Hi Megan.” He looks at her briefly to acknowledge her, but he looks back at you. The gun still in his hand, gripped tightly.

“We’re not looking for any trouble.” Joel says. “We’re here to check on our friends.”

“Bill and Frank.” You finally say to him. “Our friends.” The look of confusion on his face is apparent.

“You two knew Bill and Frank?” He asks.

“How about ‘it’s good to see you two alive after all this time’, Joel?” You ask him, exasperated. You were tired of holding this gun, your hands were getting clammy and you had no intentions of shooting him. Even after all this time, you knew he wouldn’t shoot both of you either.

Megan lets the girl up and she runs to Joel. She puts her gun down and you motion for him to follow suit. He looks at you for a long hard moment, his eyes scanning your body as you feel yourself redden with embarrassment, feeling fully exposed in front of him and looking like apocalyptic shit. He sets his gun down as you follow suit.

“I think y’all should come inside, then.” Joel said. “Some things you need to see.”

You follow Joel and the young girl-you find out her name is Ellie- into Bill and Frank’s house. You go to the same place that Bill and Frank would keep supplies, notes or any clothing that Frank had to spare - the second cabinet to the right. That’s where you see their note.

Frank’s condition had worsened over the past few years. A degenerative disease you weren’t sure exactly what it was, but when he asked for a wheelchair from the Philadelphia QZ you were both more than happy to bring it to them. You knew it was only a matter of time before he went. When Bill decided to go with him, you weren’t surprised. Despite his exterior, everything Bill did was for Frank, the man he loved.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt that kind of devotion to someone until today.

The four of you sit at the table. An awkward silence between the four of you, the only sound being Ellie rocking her chair. One of the legs must’ve been broken and Bill hadn’t gotten to it ye–

Oh. Right.

“I didn’t know Bill and Frank knew anyone else besides us.” Megan said.

“Likewise. I guess that makes sense.” Joel said, his eyes still on you.

You agreed. “Frank, I’m sure, would’ve loved the extra company. More people to host garden parties and socialize for but if Bill had anything to do with it–”

“He would’ve threatened to kill us.” You say in unison.

“Trust me, he made sure to make us aware if we tried anything he had his gun right on the table the first time we met.” You said.

“His reputation precedes himself.” Joel said.

The two of you are silent for a moment. Megan and Ellie looking between the both of you.

“Am I missing something?” Ellie asked, pointing at the two of you back and forth.

“And I think that’s my queue to look around for some food. Maybe we can have some dinner, figure out what the fuck we’re doing and then call it a night before we go our separate ways, huh?” Megan quickly said.

You sit at the table with Joel and Ellie, completely silent as Joel is now looking away from you and Ellie keeps looking at the both of you.

“You can cut the tension with a knife, huh?” Ellie whistles.

“Ellie, go take a shower. They’ve got hot water.” Joel says. She quickly gets up and runs down the hall.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. But after I take one, you’re going in because man. And if we’re gonna be around company…”

“Ellie.” He raises his voice into a stern inflection you haven’t heard since…

Where the hell is Sarah?

—-------------------------------------------------

Later that night, you’ve hunkered down with Megan, Joel and Ellie. The four of you have rabbit along with some vegetables and rice from Frank’s garden. The tension has subsided as you’ve gotten into the wine cabinet. That’s when the memories flow back. The three of you share stories from Texas, your old lives that seem so long ago. Reminiscing on how things used to be as Ellie interjects with a question about the old world every now and then while reading a comic she snagged from Bill’s basement.

Megan eventually stretches her arms up. “Well, I’ve been drivin’ all day and I’m exhausted. I’m about to hit the hay.”

“Well I am gonna finish reading this in peace and quiet so I can read about this alien’s guts spilling out without interruptions. Goodnight! You kids have fun!” Ellie grins.

Megan gives you a look etched in worry before she heads to the stairs. You roll your eyes at her because you can take care of your goddamn self. You have been for ages.

You hear the footsteps go upstairs as you and Joel sit across from each other at the table. It’s like a lockbox with feelings you hadn’t had in years starts rattling in your chest, a monster of them waiting to come out and erupt.

You look over at him, his hair slicked back from his shower, grays prominent in his hair and his beard. The swell of his lips was still prominent and had the ability to drive you crazy.

“Bill and Frank.” You say to him, hoping to silence the voices in your own head.

“Bill and Frank.” He repeats, his hands fidgeting on the table.

“So, uh, I guess while we’re here–I’m gonna raid the liquor cabinet.” You head to the liquor cabinet to see if there’s anything strong enough to hold the awkward air between the two of you. You see a dusty bottle in the back of the cabinet, a red blend that looked entirely too familiar to pass up.

You bring it to the table, setting it down in front of Joel. He looks up at you and shakes his head in disbelief, a small smile etched across his face.

“After all this time, you still drink the same shitty red blend.” Joel says.

“Can you handle your liquor any better, Miller?” You slide it towards him, he catches the bottle with one large hand.

“I guess we’ll have to see.” He grumbles, slicing the wine bottle open with his knife.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the heaviness of the wine, sloshing in your stomach as you and Joel took turns taking long drinks from the bottle.

He tells you of Tess, his smuggling partner that had recently gotten infected while smuggling Ellie out of the city. While you admired her bravery and her sacrifice, you can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy. You’d had your partners every now and then, but none of them ever stuck around long enough. None of them ever mattered like he did.

“She was like family.” He stated.

You knew you couldn’t just say sorry. “I’m sorry for your loss” almost seems insulting these days with teh weight of how much it happens.

“Did–uh–you have any smuggling partners?” Joel asks, sipping on the bottle and looking away as if to play nonchalant. Twenty years and you can still tell when it’s all bullshit.

“I did. None of them were exactly like family but they were enough to help Megan and I get by. I never trusted them enough to introduce them to Bill and Frank.” You said.

“Oh.” Was all he could say.

“I–I couldn’t. I just couldn’t let myself get too far with anyone after–” You can’t even bare to say it. But he looks at you as if you have, like you’ve just cut part of his soul open.

“What the fuck happened?” You muttered, swigging from the bottle.

“You want the version they’re teaching kids in FEDRA school or the version we remember?” Joel asked.

“Joel…” You give him a long look. He looks at you, briefly, breaking eye contact to look anywhere else and scowl. He chooses to grab the bottle from you, taking a large gulp.

“It doesn’t matter now, does it?” He says.

“Maybe it doesn’t.” You say. “But I still wanna know. I just…we could’ve had this life.”

His brow arches.

“You and me. Tommy and Megan. Bill and Frank. We could’ve been a team. It would’ve been something.”

“Tommy decided to fuck off and join the Fireflies. Pretend like he was makin’ a difference. And then when that fell through last I heard he was in Wyoming. Megan was better off.” He stated.

“You were…” He silently mutters.

“We don’t have to talk about any of it. I’ve done some shit I regret but I did it to survive. Because that’s what we have to do in this new world. I get it. But those first few years…I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He takes a large drink of wine. “Or Tommy.”

“Or Sarah.”

“Well, there’s no damn use in thinkin’, is there?” Joel snaps back. You know you’ve clearly hit a nerve talking about Sarah. With whatever happened to her. Was she with the Fireflies? Was she with her Uncle Tommy? You’d hate to think it could be any worse. That brilliant, beautiful girl in any sort of trouble or not existing in this world.

By the pain in Joel’s eyes, the exterior he’d tried to mask by furrowed brows and a hardened expression, you knew. Suddenly the air felt thick.

“I’m sorry…I’m gonna step outside.” You rush to the porch as you feel the tears flood through your eyes. Sarah’s gone. You didn’t know that after all of the pain, after all of the violence, after everything this world has taken from you, that you could still feel this searing pain of loss.

You suddenly hated yourself for not being there. For not calling. For running away from things when they had gotten too serious, as if some bullshit relationship problems would matter in a week’s time in that moment. You had no idea what was about to happen.

If you’d known you would’ve lost everything and everyone in your life you had loved, you would’ve tried to hold on to the man you loved and his family for as long as you could.

But then again…maybe it was better this way that you weren’t there. You didn’t hold him back, you didn’t hold him back either. This world isn’t for the weak. Love makes you fucking weak. Joel makes you so fucking weak, 20 years later. It’s infuriating, intoxicating and confusing.

You hear the door open and footsteps come through. You wipe your tears away as you see Joel sit next to you on the bench.

“I’m sorry.” He says, solemnly. “You didn’t know. It was that night of the…”

“I know it’s so god damn insignificant now…but I’m so sorry I didn’t call.” You choke. Joel remains silent, his lips wavering.

“You didn’t know.” He repeats himself.

“So what happens now?” You ask him.

“We do what we came here to do. Get our supplies, celebrate Bill and Frank and we drink.”

“We drink.” You nod.

And drink you did.

You drank and remembered the good times, the times when he’d come over every Friday night that Sarah had a sleepover and you’d talk and touch each other until the sun came up. You drank and remember how even though Megan and Tommy had fizzled out, he had still come over to be with you. You drank and remembered the bad times, when you couldn’t handle the intimacy, you both couldn’t decide what this was.

You can’t bear the way he looks at you. You need an escape. You head to Frank’s record collection.

You dust off the record collection and see the familiar cover of Fleetwood Mac’s self titled album. You look up at Joel and his cheeks look like they sting with glee. He lets out a small giggle.

“What was it I used to tell you?” You try to remember.

“Records are timeless.” Joel says as you flip the vinyl to side B. “You were always right.”

The room floods with the faint sounds of “Say You Love Me”. It had been years since you’d heard this song but you still remembered every word. Joel extended his hand out to you and you took it, fingers stroking his palm.

You pressed yourself lightly against him, turning and looping over the hardwood floor as the music continued. Somehow, someway, you could still smell his subtle sandalwood scent.

'Cause when the lovin' starts and the lights go down

And there's not another living soul around

You woo me until the sun comes up

And you say that you love me

The two of you giggled like children as you looped around Bill and Frank’s living room. The light of the moon shone on Joel’s face and the hardened exterior of the older man was gone for a moment, and you were taken back to 2003 where that gorgeous carpenter was leaning against your doorway for the first time.

Your hand crept up his neck, feeling his peppered curls as he shivered. In response, he pressed his body closer to yours until you were cheek to cheek.

He turns to face you. His eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion of the feelings that were rising. He never thought he would see you again, and these damn emotions kept flooding through his body.

“I showed up to your house that morning.” He whispered. “Right after we dropped Sarah off at school. My birthday.”

“So do you still think it doesn’t matter?” You asked him.

“It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“But it would’ve given us one more good day. Before it all went to shit. And if that’s all we had, then I’m okay with that. Better than the alternative.”

You pressed your lips onto his, slow and calculated at first. You gave him one small peck to test his willingness to kiss you. You looked back at Joel and his eyes were shut tightly.

“I’m sorry–I shouldn’t have–” You try to break away but he tightens his grip around you.

“I’m just trying to savor this moment.” Joel whispers. You meet his lips again, hungrier, needier. Both of your hands exploring each other as if to make sure this was real and you weren’t dreaming it.

“Joel.” You break away as he strokes your cheek. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says.

It’s no shock that after all this time, you and Joel still fit together like a glove. Your body melts into his with a comfort that you haven’t felt in years. You didn’t know your body could ever feel that good again.

You didn’t think your hair, greasy and damaged when you looked at it in the mirror, could be stroked like that again. As if Joel had gotten a spool of gold and he didn’t want to ruin it, Joel petted you with delicacy as he undressed you.

Your stomach, somehow softened throughout the years with age even though you hadn’t had proper nourishment in years, being planted with soft kisses as Joel moved south, desperate to taste your pussy again.

You climb onto his lap and grip him with one hand, still as thick and as long as ever. You take a moment to look at him through the moonlight, after all these years he’s still incredibly handsome but this world took the sparkle in his eye away.

“Please, sweetheart.” Joel begs. “Let me feel you again. I’m desperate.”

That word is what makes you sink down onto him, inch by inch until he’s all the way inside. It was probably a bad idea to attempt to do this without any prep work but you didn’t care, you needed him and it filled a part of you that hadn’t been taken care of in years.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Joel rasps. “You’re still so goddamn tight.” You can feel your inner muscles clenching at his thickness and the desperate groan that he releases makes you weak.

You start to move, slowly, as his fingers dig into your hips. The pressure between the two of you is unbearable, you feel him and his full length but you’re desperate for more release. Joel’s ragged breaths concern you, though.

“Are you gonna be okay if I go faster?” You ask him.

“I ain’t that old, sweetheart.” Joel rasps under you, that damn smile back in action.

And with that, you lifted yourself up and slammed yourself into him, grinding your clit against his cock at a fast and desperate pace.

He moves forward, putting a mouthful of your breast into his mouth as his other hand rests on your lower back. You can feel the intense pleasure so blindly that you don’t know how long it’ll be until it boils over. When you contract around him and cum, Joel lets out an animalistic groan.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He moans. “Milk my cock, baby.”

You ride out your orgasm and just when you think you have time to recover, Joel begins to thrust upward deep and hard. His hips snapping up and bouncing you on top of him. He tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling you down to thrust his tongue into your mouth.

You suck his tongue and desperately cling to him, unsure how much longer you’ll be able to go without cumming again.

“I can feel it, sweetheart.” Joel groans. “Cum around my cock one more time, just give me one more. Please.”

He breaks free from your tight embrace to rub your swollen clit as you grind on top of him again, trying to remain as silent as possible so you don’t wake anyone else in the house.

You convulse and cum around him again, dizzy with pleasure as he takes one leg for leverage and begins to fuck into you harder than before. At this point, you can’t control the sounds coming out of you as he hits a spot inside of you that feels so good. His hips begin to stutter and Joel fills himself into you. He cums so hard that you feel it leaking out of you while he’s still inside.

The two of you stayed just like that for a few moments, clung to each other as you heard his heartbeat hammering inside of his chest. You peppered soft kisses onto his body as you got from on top of him. The contrast of being full and then leaving him made you wince.

Joel got up from the bed and you hesitated for a moment. Did he regret this decision? Was he going to sleep in his own bed? When he came back, he had a warm washcloth and he used it to wipe between your legs. Hot water will never be taken for granted in this world.

The two of you then snuggled up together, the situation being better left unsaid. You knew that you both had to start preparing for the morning, so instead of talking, you just shut your eyes and tried to enjoy his strong arms around you.

—-----------------

You heard a faint knock at the door and almost forgot where you were for a moment. When you felt Joel’s arms around you, his lips pressing against your cheek, you woke up with the biggest smile you’d had in a very long time.

“Good morning, you two.” Ellie shouts throughout the door. “Knock knock. Megan’s making breakfast, wake your asses up, lovebirds!”

“Don’t–don’t come in here Ellie.” Joel tries to exclaim, sleep in his voice.

“I’m fucking good, man. I’m gonna help Megan with breakfast.” You hear her footsteps as she leaves the hallway and you turn to him.

He was still there. And suddenly you were reminded of each and every time he’d stayed over, Megan making everyone breakfast as you’d talk and laugh through the previous night.

This morning was no different. It felt oddly comfortable, the four of you enjoying each other’s company even though you knew it had to end. You’d spent the rest of the morning gathering supplies but then it was time to grab your backpack out of the bedroom.

Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed. It reminded you of how things were the previous day, where he couldn’t look you in the eye. He was riddled with discomfort. In this world, you’re so used to not even having to say goodbye. That’s honestly not as painful as having to do it.

You walk up to him, giving him a long hug.

“Joel, if it’s true what you told me – if she’s immune – this is huge. It might give the world another chance. It might give us another chance.” You say to him.

“You still have so much hope for the world. That's why I will always love you.” Joel whispers. You feel your heart crack. You feel the toolbox in your chest start to rattle.

You know you shouldn’t say it. You know you’d be an idiot to say something so vulnerable and stupid in this world. But if you don’t say it, what else do you have?

“I love you too, Joel. Take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ellie. If you ever find yourself at the Philadelphia QZ you know where to find me.” You say to him.

He presses his lips against you softly. As if to savor every moment, every feeling. Every curve and swell of your lip. He grabs at the back of your neck and you mimic him, grabbing the back of his. As if pushing further into the kiss could bring you back to those hot Austin nights.

Because you knew this was the last time you’d get a good taste of home.

You walk him out towards the car, Ellie already next to the passenger seat bouncing up and down because she had never ridden in a car before. You and Megan send them both off, his reflection in the rearview mirror never leaving your sight until the truck becomes a small blur.

“You gonna be okay?” Megan asks you, with that same look of worry she had given you the night before.

You’re not sure if you will be, but you have to forge ahead as you always do. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You state. And the two of you get ready to go, heading into the car back to the QZ.

“Talk about a blast from the fuckin’ past.” Megan says, starting the car. “It’s funny…I had actually heard about Nick – y'know the one that was in the Fireflies– talking about somewhere in Jackson. Small fuckin’ world.”

You lean your head up against the car window. Your thoughts immediately go back to last night.

Small fuckin’ world indeed.

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daddyricsdoll · 7 months

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Hello and welcome!! I'm Celina, an aries and aspiring WAG. I love my queen Lana Del Rey, as well as Arctic Monkeys, Måneskin, The neighbourhood and soooo many more! Literature from old poetry to dark romance satisfies me, and after smut, fluff is one of my favourite things to exist. McLaren is my favourite team with Lewis, Lando and Oscar being my favourite drivers. I also love football Liverpool and Real Madrid are my favourite teams.

I also have a side blog where I reblog things that don't relate to F1, like football and Beta Squad. Although I’m not too active on there. But I have recently started writing football fics on here too!!

My requests are closed but you can still send me the kinkiest and unholy thoughts you have, I'm probably thinking them too. Or play it safe with fluff. Things that don’t relate to f1 at all are welcome too and many thanks from everyone who has interacted with my blog. 💗

Fics are oldest-top and newest-bottom.

© Don’t be afraid to reblog or comment but please do not copy my work. I work hard to write and publish it for people on this platform which also means I own it. Majority if not all of it is 18+ so you are warned. I do think it’s best for minors to not interact with the smut, but I can’t stop you like no one could with me. Anyways, I hope you have a stunning day!

1k ✭ Celebration!!

Latest work: Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri

Personal favourites: To Love ✭ Lando Norris and Pleasure ✭ Paul Aron

Most popular: Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri

Lando Norris

Tender ✭ Lando Norris -Smut 0.6k words

Summary: Just a short blurb of smut and some sweet fluff with Lando after playing padel

To Love ✭ Lando Norris- Smut and Fluff 3.7k words

Summary: Lando Norris is easy to love, and how lucky I am that he's mine. These are the five moments that made us feel so much more than just love!

Last Christmas ✭ Lando Norris- Smut 1.9k

Summary: Christmas couldn't be finished without a special present from Lando, maybe more than one.

Masquerade ✭ Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri- Smut 2.2k

Summary: A night at a masquerade ball ended much better than you had ever dreamed of. Starting with two men and one you.

Now ✭ Lando Norris- Smut 1.5k

Summary: The ache between your legs was so strong seeing Lando hold control in the DJ booth at the club. But holding control of Lando also made your pussy drenched. Luckily Lando had a need for you too, and you both planned on conquering those needs.

Stream ✭ Lando Norris- Smut 0.8k

Summary: Lando had left you to stream Fortnite, and a hint of jealously sparked inside of you. But the thought of making him regret that choice, for now and the future, held a more prominent standing.

Touch me ✭ Lando Norris and Ollie Bearman- Smut 2.5k

Summary: After many times of asking you finally said yes to Lando, but with one catch. The innocent virgin Oliver Bearman would be there too.

Two is better than one ✭ Lando Norris and Jude Bellingham- Smut 3.9k

Summary: It was hard to suppress your feelings for your best friend since childhood, especially if he's the Lando Norris. But then you met an alluring man who had made you question if you had loved Lando or if this was an act of lust. Soon growing a desire for both men but still questioning what to do. Until they decided to give you the answer- two is better than one.

Hands and Knees- Suggestive 0.2k

From my 1k celebration! Summary: "If your parents weren't here you'd be on your hands and knees."

Daniel Ricciardo

Ride ✭ Daniel Ricciardo- Smut 1k

Summary: Daniels arm might have stopped him from a few things, but with his good girl willing to do anything and everything to take care of him, he could tick one of the boxes as satisfied.

Good Girl ✭ Daniel Ricciardo- Smut 0.8k

Summary: You wanted to please Daniel, but you didn't know how. Luckily Daniel is a great teacher even from the comfort of his couch and your head between his legs. Plus, he always gives rewards too.

Charles Leclerc

Bigger than the whole sky ✭ Charles Leclerc -angst 0.3k words

Summary: The aftermath of you and Charles' Relationship. He was bigger than the whole sky.

Carlos Sainz

Truth or Dare ✭ Carlos Sainz -Smut 1.5k words

Summary: You go to your best friends house for a distraction, but her boyfriend intrudes on that and you are left alone, until her brother comes along and decides a little game of truth or dare can be a distraction.

Far ✭ Carlos Sainz- Smut 0.8k

Summary: You and Carlos may have been Kilometres apart but that didn't mean you couldn't cum together.

The guy coming home to me ✭ Carlos Sainz- Fluff? 0.7k words

Summary: Investing in a F1 team in the middle of your worldwide tour was very outrageous and threw many questions at you. But of course they didn't know that you happened to date one of the drivers in the team, until a concert in Singapore.

Sebastian Vettel

Clandestine ✭ Sebastian Vettel -Smut 1.1k words

Summary: You lay on your bed masturbating imagining it's your dads young german friend that happens to be downstairs. You moan a little too loud and then someone opens the door.

Oscar Piastri

Soft ✭ Oscar Piastri- Smut 0.5k words

Summary: Some soft sex with Oscar after he won the sprint in Qatar.

Masquerade ✭ Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri-Smut 2.2k

Summary: A night at a masquerade ball ended much better than you had ever dreamed of. Starting with two men and one you.

Good Boy ✭ Oscar Piastri- Smut 1.3k

Summary: You love Oscar so much, especially when he's a good boy and you have control. And for being such a good boy you think Oscar deserves to cum many times.

Sensitive ✭ Oscar Piastri- Smut 0.3k

Summary: Just one more for Oscar, you knew he could take it.

Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri- Smut 1.6k

Summary: It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest. But that wasn't what every other driver on the grid thought as they teased Oscar and you for being too innocent to know anything beyond vanilla sex. So when you guys didn't put up a fight, they figured they were right... until someone was lucky enough to see you and Oscar on the other end of the spectrum of "plain sex".

Hold you- Fluff 0.2k

This is part of my 1k celebration! Summary: "Can I hold you?"

Ollie Bearman

First ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 1.1k words

Summary: Ollie deserves a reward after that amazing win in Monza.

Friends? ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 1.9k

Summary: You and Ollie were just friends, no matter how much your feelings grew or your need for his lips against yours. Well that was what you thought when you found someone else to put your mind to for the evening, but maybe not with Ollie's furrowed brows and glares.

Sweet ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 0.9k words

Summary: Watching a Christmas movie together turns into riding Ollie, and it's just as sweet as the hot chocolate he made.

My turn ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 0.6k words

Summary: You won your first race and now it's Ollie's turn to reward you.

Hate but I love you too ✭ Ollie Bearman - Smut 2.7k words

Summary: From when he ignored you then nearly kissed your lips. Or never said sorry to begging for you. Oliver was a rollercoaster of emotions and it's safe to say- It took hate to love him.

You ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 1k

Summary: You had adapted to what Ollie needed but recently you had noticed there was something else, and obviously you planned on conquering it.

Benefits ✭ Ollie Bearman- Smut 1k

Summary: Going to Ollie's home for dinner is easy. But being friends like this, has its benefits. In this case Ollie wanted his time home to be better than it already was, starting in his sim chair.

Touch me ✭ Lando Norris and Ollie Bearman- Smut 2.5k

Summary: After many times of asking you finally said yes to Lando, but with one catch. The innocent virgin Oliver Bearman would be there too.

How much I love you- Fluff 0.3k

From my 1k celebration! Summary: "You have no clue how much I love you."

Max Verstappen

You know ✭ Max Verstappen- Smut 1.9k

Summary: Max got his 3rd world title and he had an idea on how to celebrate.

False God ✭ Max Verstappen- Smut 4.5k

Summary: Being lost spiritually isn't something you can brag about, but finding a new belief in someone is. From that alluring man in the F1 paddock to finding out he's the Max Verstappen didn't effect you as much as discovering his lips are your new religion even if it's a false god.

George Russell

Quiet ✭ George Russell- Smut 1.1k

Summary: Maybe it was because you were proud, or maybe it was because he was yours. But you needed him, in more ways than one, starting in the car.

Lewis Hamilton

Please ✭ Lewis Hamilton- Smut 2.1k

Summary: You were supposed to celebrate Lewis's great P2 until you found out about the disqualification and he just needed something else.

Shut up- Smut 0.4k

From my 1k celebration! Summary: "Do you ever shut up?" "Only when I'm eating you out."

Liam Lawson

Little celebration ✭ Liam Lawson- Smut 0.7k

Summary: There was no doubt everyone beamed with smiles after Liam scored his maiden points in F1, which meant the race debrief between the two of you couldn't be the same as others. And you made sure of that.

Paul Aron

Pleasure ✭ Paul Aron- Smut 1.3k

Summary: Paul had the opportunity to drive a beautiful car, and have a beautiful passenger next to him. So why not make the most of it?

Jude Bellingham

Two is better than one ✭ Lando Norris and Jude Bellingham- Smut 3.9k

More coming soon... but while you wait you can look at some wallpapers!

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thatfandomslut · 2 months

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I'm Mad At You For Leaving Me

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Trigger Warnings: arguing details, car accident, reader passing away

Request:

Valentine's / Followers Celebration; Regina George w/ quote 25 and piece of chocolate number 5. Or: “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze—but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.” w/ arguing

Valentine's / Followers Celebration requests are closed.

Regina was one of the last people to leave the funeral, her arms crossed as she cursed the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. She hated (Y/n). She hated her cute smile that made her eyes crinkle in the corners. She hated the way her laugh always seemed to make the room light up. She hated the way that she was in love with her. She hated the way that their last conversation was an argument over college. She hated the way that (Y/n) had died before they could resolve it. And, she hated that it was all her fault.

"I mean, damn, Regina." (Y/n) walked out of the George's mansion with hot tears burning in her eyes. Regina wasn't far behind, her face red in anger as she followed the girl out. "You should be happy for me. I got into fucking Harvard! That's a big deal! Instead, you're upset because we're going to different colleges. I get why you're angry, I just thought that instead of yelling and blowing my dreams off, we could discuss our futures. But, now, I don't even think we fucking have one."

Regina rolled her eyes as (Y/n) swung open her car door. Before (Y/n) could she held it open. "I thought our future was going to be something we both decided. You didn't even tell me you fucking applied. You're angry at me for not being happy but how could I when you did this behind my fucking back, (Y/n)? That fucking hurts, and if you don't see what you did wrong, then that's on you. Not on me." Regina moved, slamming the door for (Y/n). She didn't want to hear it anymore. She didn't care anymore over (Y/n)'s dreams whenever she ruined their plans.

A part of her felt bad at the moment over how she made that excited grin of (Y/n)'s disappear in seconds. Now, a bigger part of her felt horrible for making (Y/n) cry. Especially now that she was crying in her last moments. She remembered calling over and over again that night, trying to reach (Y/n) and apologize. Eventually, Regina's mom came upstairs to tell Regina that she had talked to (Y/n)'s. That was the night that Regina learned that (Y/n) had gotten into a car accident and she didn't make it. She learned that a drunk driver had hit her. Regina felt at fault regardless since (Y/n) never would have been out at that time if it wasn't for their argument.

Now, she was standing at (Y/n)'s grave, angry at her instead of herself. "You ruined our future the other night. Then you fucking drove off. I'm mad at you for leaving me." Regina stated bitterly before a sob escaped her lips. "I'm sorry… I just want you to come back. This is all my fault, but I still want to blame you. I feel like a shitty person. I am a shitty person." Regina cried, feeling her body shake.

Death was inevitable, but she never expected that someday soon she would have lost the love of her life to death's hands. She had always imagined them growing old together. They were supposed to grow old together. She should have been happy that (Y/n) got into Harvard. She knew that getting into Harvard was (Y/n)'s childhood dream, but she thought her dreams changed. Regina now realized that they only changed to align with hers and that that was never fair to (Y/n). Everything that had happened from the argument to the car crash to now was Regina's fault. Or, that's how she felt, anyway.

Her friends had told her it wasn't. They told her that (Y/n) wouldn't want her to blame herself. She knew they were right, but how the fuck would they know? They reminded Regina that she couldn't have known any of this would happen. Cady said that none of this was intentional or caused by Regina. Still, too much guilt bubbled in Regina's stomach for her to agree. She was starting to feel nauseous as placed the flowers on the fresh patch of dirt she had been standing on. Her hands continued to shake as she felt like she needed to take all of the blame.

"I guess I need to say goodbye now, but I don't even know how. You were absolutely everything to me. I always felt that we were destined to be together, but I never told you that because you already thought I was soft. I couldn't just confirm your suspicions. I only had this soft spot for you." Regina smiled a bit at the thought, noting the little quote at the bottom of (Y/n)'s headstone. “I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental—like on a breeze—but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, (Y/n). If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away."

Regina was going to say it, she was going to say 'goodbye' but she couldn't. Her lips trembled as her mouth went dry. A lump formed in her throat as she stared at the quote a little longer. "I can't tell you goodbye. I will say that I'll always miss you and that I will always come back here. I love you, and I promise you that I will visit on all of our anniversaries and every time I visit." Regina promised, leaning down to place a kiss on the headstone. She felt stupid doing it, but that's all she could think to do at that moment.

As she left, the quote rang in her mind. 'May I see you again in a new life.' It was something that (Y/n) said a lot. Her grandfather firmly believed in reincarnation and soulmates, and so did (Y/n). So, she constantly believed that she would meet everyone in new lives and relive all of those beautiful friendships again. Regina now forced herself to believe that because she didn't believe that she could live a life without (Y/n) somewhere in it.

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls x reader #mean girls

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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ateez masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

📖 27 fics and counting...

✲ multiple members

first flight to hongkong | 18.3k — idol!au, dom ot8!ateez

yes, you're suprised when your company offers you a vacant spot in the vip crew. but "surprised" doesn't cut it when you discover what kind of service your company provides the vips

realistic sex with ateez | on going series — headcanons

how each member would actually fuck you

seonghwa▪︎mingi▪︎yunho▪︎wooyoung...tba

sharing is caring? | 5.2k — idol!au, simp!mingi & possessive bf!hongjoong

of course hongjoong cares about his friends but when mingi gets too close to his girl it’s time to remind him sharing is not always caring.

the good friend | 3.4k — idol!au, simp!mingi & bf!san

san has known about mingi’s crush on his girlfriend for a while now. he also happens to be a very good and caring friend who values their friendship very much. and san would do just about anything to help a friend

the better friend | 7.3k — idol!au, simp!mingi & bf!san

a good friend let's a friend watch. a better a friend let's him join

cheerleader | 1.5k — gentle dom!yunho, dom!mingi, dom!san, mean dom!hwa

the boys always like to celebrate victory with their biggest cheerleader after a game

✲ kim hongjoong

bonnie & clyde | 2.5k — dom gang leader!hongjoong ft. ateez

there's something so primal and enticing about your leader taking a life to protect the crew at all costs

drabbles: 1▪︎2

✲ park seonghwa

headache | 1.7k — soft gentle dom!seonghwa

✲ jeong yunho

you've been suffering from headaches recently but your boyfriend knows exactly how to get rid of them

damnation of a saint | 13.7k — sin of lust! x nun!reader

life is dull when you are an immortal being such as seonghwa. every day is the same and you live (or rather, merely exist) through the times crushed by the burden of boredom. until something new comes along in the form of a kind, compassionate and righteous newly ordained nun. and so the sin of lust makes it his personal mission to corrupt the purest of souls: yours.

the drill | 6.8k — nerd dom leaning switch!yunho

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

behind the mask | 2.7k — bf!yunho

it's halloween night and your sweet golden retriever boyfriend wants to have a little harmless fun

✲ kang yeosang

daddy's little trooper | 2.4k — sweet loving dom!yeosang

after a torrid night with your boyfriend you wake up hungry for a nutrious breakfast but yeosang is just insatiable

streaming: cloud 9 | 1.7k — streamer!au, hard dom!yeosang

you decide to test your boyfriend's nerves while he's live streaming

pretty in pink | 1k — gentle dom!yeosang

your boyfriend just thinks pink suits you very much and loves to make you blush by all means

✲ choi san

incubus: coming of age | 11.3k — fanstasy!au, dom incubus!san

being in love with your boss, doctor jeong yunho, is a nightmare. unlike this dream you're having right now of him gently kissing you in the middle of the night. but something feels off. doctor jeong doesn't quite sound like himself...

✲ song mingi

partition | 2k — gentle dom husband!mingi ft. jongho

finally back from a long business trip your husband takes you to a very nice date to celebrate. but after so long apart you are not sure you can keep your hands to yourself on your way to the restaurant

skinny dipping | 2.6k — college!au, swim team captain dom!mingi, pinkgi ♡

your boyfriend he is so focussed on training for the upcoming championship he forgot tonight was supposed to be date night but maybe he can make it up to you

facetime | 1.1k — switch!mingi, switch!reader, established relationship

mingi has a small favor to ask you real quick

lovers on the sun | 4.8k — cowboy!mingi, friends to strangers to lovers, outlaw!au

you never understood why mingi chose that life. chose to be an outcast, a loveless bandit. over the years you came to terms with it. you got married, you grew. but when the outlaw finds himself gravely wounded his instincts drag him back to you. to the person he's willing to sacrifice everything for

booksmart | 3.1k — sub leaning!mingi, tutor!reader, uni au

maybe mingi didn’t make the smart choice picking a stem major? because the classes proves themselves to be rather difficult especially when mingi as to learn about the female anatomy without having any “field knowledge” on the subject. but as his tutor it’s your duty to help him study, by all means necessary.

✲ choi jongho

break up with him | 3.5k — angsty, mean dom!jongho, ft. yunho

jongho is tired to be the bad guy. tired of acting like he doesn't care when you kiss him. tired of lying to his best friend. and he's ready to put everything on the line. he wants you for himself only.

drabbles: 1

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racinggirl · 9 months

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omg please do lewis showing off his daughter!!

LH44 - my lucky charm

Part of the 1K celebration! driver: lewis hamilton #44 notes: my first AU for Lewis! I hope you'll like it, imagine him and a daughter 🥹 My requests are open for Instagram AU's! Check out this post for the rules and I hope to make many many more 🫶🏼

lewishamilton

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welcome home ❤️

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mercedesamgf1 admin wants to meet her!

teamlh you're not the only one, admin!

y/n.hamilton ❤️

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landonorris congrats to you and y/n ❤️

y/n.hamilton

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prepare to get spammed by the two that stole my heart 🫶🏼

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zendaya GIRL she's georgeous 😱

y/n.hamilton thanks for the gifts, hun 🥰

lhfan44 you can spam me as much as you want with this amazing content 🥹🥹🥹

f1.lewisisthegoat I've already turned on all my notifications AND cleared out all my pictures, this is too cute ❤️❤️❤️

lewishamilton through stories

lewishamilton

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Silverstone, I ❤️ you

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lewis.44.fandom roscoe AND Kira??? A DREAM!

user1234 I saw them walking into the paddock together 🥹

forever4-4 Goodluck this weekend, champ 🏆

y/n.hamilton

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we're proud of you ❤️🏎️

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fansoflewishamilton the way she mentioned WE are proud of you 🥹

mv33lh44 I love this so much

f1.is.the.best use me as a 'we need more Lewis & Kira content' button -> -> ->

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smoothoperator.sirlewis not lewishamilton himself liking this comment 💀😂

leeeeeewish44 smoothoperator.sirlewis he is a legend.

lewishamilton

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There's no place like home !! Every year I'm blown away by the love and energy here. Without it, the team and I wouldn't have had the result that we did. Thank you for my wife and daughter to be here with me, I love you so much. Also, congrats to landonorris and mclaren for your p2 in Silverstone. McLaren is where I first started, and seeing them back at the top means a lot. Thank you Silverstone, I love you deep.

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instagram podium at home >>>

ferraridjcl16 instagram knowssss

mercedesamgf1 THAT'S how it's done, mate!

landonorris 🫶🏼

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thepersonnamedsam · 1 year

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Hiii!:)

I was hoping I could request a song prompt for Charles with home by Edith Whiskers if possible?

Take all the time you need btw no rush!

Thank you :)

my home - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: #5 from the songs prompt list with cl16

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of sex, but nothing further

note: thank you for requesting

masterlist / prompt list / taglist

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma' and Pa' Not the way that I do love you

He was looking at you from afar, marveling about your beauty. You were truly out of his league. He doesn’t really remember how he first talked to you, but what he remembers is, that you looked so magical. And now three years later, you looked just as magical, if not more.

He loved you so much, wishing you would have had time to meet his late father. Pascale, his mother loves you, she loves you so much. She loves you like a daughter she never had. That’s what made you special, the love you received from all sides. Taking it all in and reflecting it ten times harder. Everybody loves you for that. Especially Charles.

Well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye Girl, I've never loved one like you

Time stops when he’s with you. He loves you like nothing else and receiving a love back, he’s never experienced before. It feels like you belong to him, some invisible string attaching you to one another. It’s meant to be.

Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness There ain't nothing that I need

You first met Charles at the Italian GP, having just celebrated your bachelor’s degree, your friends and you decided to make a short visit to the paddock of the formula one GP. You didn’t have any passes or anything that could take you in, you and your friends just stood outside the paddock and tried to find a way inside. That’s where he saw you the first time, laughing and giggling with your friends, sneaking around.

He wanted to have you as a friend. You seemed like so much fun, it’s crazy how much like fun you looked. So, with long strides he walked towards your friend group and talked to you. Six months later, you were best friends with the formula one driver and laughing and doing shit together.

Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ Ain't nothing please me more than you

And as you two grew much more together, it happened. You two had sex and it was the most that heaven was seen on earth. You two fit like a piece of puzzle. Made for each other and not leaving any space for something or someone else. At first you were scared it would ruin your good friendship, but as you laid there, panting heavily, kind of but also not regretting your choice, he kissed you with his perfect lips and told just how much you mean to him.

Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you

You moved together 8 months after you confessed your feelings to each other. And Charles always felt special after coming home from a race, because now he had a home to come back to.

Opening the door and shouting “Honey, I’m home!” was a dream come true for him. He always wished to have someone to come home to after a long week of racing. And now he had you, his home.

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark Girl, I never loved one like you

You attended as many races as you could, having to work it was difficult to make it possible. That’s why he accompanied you everywhere you went. If you had to work, he would sit in your office working on new strategies for the car. You always went to the gym together, never a time you didn’t.

Shopping? He was the first one to go with you. Or meeting your friends? He was happy that he could just sit at the table and hold your hand. He went everywhere with you, and you were more than fine with it, because you missed him just as much as he did.

He loved you like nothing else, and you were sure to show him that you loved him just as much.

Moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls I been everywhere with you

Your favorite thing to do during the breaks was travelling. Having Charles just for yourself and exploring all the beauty nature has to give. You went to the Maldives, Australia, Switzerland, Belgium, Thailand, Bali and many more countries. Seeing him relaxed and bathing in the sun, resting his eyes on the beach or washing his hair under a waterfall, it was perfect. Everything he did was perfect to you.

We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night Nothing new is sweeter than with you

But what the most perfect thing about your relationship was, was your carelessness; you danced with him in the rain. Walked barefoot down the street in the night just to still feel the warmth of the sun through the street. You laugh together, you cry together, and nothing is sweeter than your relationship with Charles.

You are his home, and he is yours. Feeling like this is meant to be and hoping it will never end. You and Charles are like a pair of socks, always best as a pair.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 #ferrari #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #formula one #f1 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader

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perseephoneee · 11 days

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⭑ FIC RECS ⭑

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ 1k celebration

last updated: 04/15/2024

↳ as a writer, i'm always consuming things about my favs, and i thought it was time to share some of my favorites. every story here has likely been reread by moi a million times. also-- my psyche can be easily viewed by how many stories are under one individuals *cries*

SUPERNATURAL

every headcanon from @via-l0ve

her boys @octoberclidan. (tfw)

dances with team free will @octoberclidan

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ DEAN WINCHESTER

cruel summer (18+) @waynes-multiverse

ladies with experience (18+) @hintsofhoney

dean reads you wrong @zepskies

she's my siren (18+) @fatecantstopme

smoke eater (series) @zepskies

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SAM WINCHESTER

a taste of summer @impala-dreamer

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

dreaming (18+) @impala-dreamer

beautiful to me @impala-dreamer

angel alpha (18+) @crashdevlin

i'll watch over you @octoberclidan

if you will have me, i'm yours (18+) @gilverrwrites

neckties @supernaturalfreewill

love, by any other name @zepskies

peculiar @supernaturalfreewill

because of books @supernaturalfreewill

last night on earth (18+) @hollybell51

don't bet on it (18+) @hollybell51

his charge (18+) @impala-dreamer

sharing is caring (III) @zepskies

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

sick reader @smellslikemultifandomimagines

aftercare @smellslikemultifandomimagines

hidden with isaac @scoopsahoy

mutual losing (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

facesitting (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

cruel summer @hotdogwillex

come back to me @hotdogwillex

cold feet, warm bodies (18+) @scoopsahoy

i'm gonna kiss you now @sourwulf

drunken confessions @teenwolffan-with-nolife

dream @rogershoe

fratboy!isaac (18+) (all time fav) @mermaidenisaacs

teaches you to kiss (18+) @mermaidenisaacs

prove me wrong (18+) @twjournals

VAMPIRE DIARIES

dating the mikaelsons @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

hold (18+) @wholoveseggs

extra-extraordinary (18+) @wholoveseggs

blood bath (18+) @wholoveseggs

warmth (18+) @wholoveseggs

the result of naps @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

she knew better (18+) @klausysworld

distracted @theeoriginals

you bring me home @theeoriginals

sharp (18+) @theeoriginals

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

christmas khaos @wholoveseggs

goodnight kisses @kmikaelsonimagines

frustrations (18+) @madhatterbri

thigh socks (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

proposal @kmikaelsonimagines

Christmas in dixie @fitzs-trained-monkey

bruised and battered @fitzs-trained-monkey

shots @so-long-soldier-writes

little favors @fitzs-trained-monkey

of ice skates and sugar cookies @fitzs-trained-monkey

ten minute blood stain removal @fitzs-trained-monkey

like a box of chocolates @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KAI PARKER

for my valentine (18+) @babeydollx

lace (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

game on (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

kisses @socio-kai-path1972

why? @socio-kai-path1972

affinity romance (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

is it hot in here? (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

party crasher (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

sex tea (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

say it again (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the red means (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the price of hatred (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

spoiled (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

birthday girl (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JIM KIRK/BONES

a well documented debacle @mybullshitsensesaretingling

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

sweatpants @youre-on-a-starship

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI

reformed villain squad @give-me-a-moose

overtime (18+) @cleo-fox

loki's happy ending @gingerwritess

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BUCKY BARNES

graveyard @wkemeup

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR

red flags (18+) @astroboots

HUNGER GAMES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ FINNICK O'DAIR

oral headcanon (18+) @lucilleslore

darling and the virgin (18+) @wife-of-all-dilfs

TED LASSO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMIE TARTT

chilly cheeks @veryberryjelly

about you @buckychristwrites

saved you a seat @benedictscanvas

operation: tartt's heart @theowritesstuff

DOCTOR WHO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ TENTH DOCTOR

family christmas @writerlyhabits

gestures and evasion @doctenwho

before you go @doctorslove

falling in love again @doctorslove

CRIMINAL MINDS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SPENCER REID

virgin!spence (18+) @fortheloveofwonderland

i'd bottle the feelings you gave me @spencersfunkysocks

all the women he's loved before @fortheloveofwonderland

a helping hand (18+) @sinfulspencer

second date @samuel-de-champagne-problems

preciously pure (18+) @foxy-eva

STRANGER THINGS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BILLY HARGROVE

two ships passing in the night @hairringtonsteve

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neonghostlights · 7 months

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Could I please request Eddie being dorky and coming over while Reader is babysitting? I imagine he tries to scare her like some bad scary movie first lmao

OMG HI MOUSE!! Okay this is adorable and I hope you like it! Thank you for your request 💗

Warnings: just fluff (: a little creepy lol

Wordcount: 1k

Did I Make You Scream?

You tucked Jamie into the plush mattress of your spare bedroom, his favorite blankies surrounding him like a cocoon to help this sleepover go smoother.

You watched as he drifted off to sleep and you celebrated internally to not risk waking him up.

Babysitting a six year old was tough. Your sister had a date tonight and that left you as the most trusted person to watch her little angel.

You loved your nephew, you really did. But it meant that you had to cancel your own plans with a certain man with long brown hair and big brown eyes.

You had bumped into Eddie at the mechanics after you moved back to Hawkins. You had been gone nearly a decade after highschool, deciding to stick around in the area you went to college at.

But now you were back, wanting to spend more time with your sister and your nephew. You hadn’t realized that the move would lead you to run into an old classmate from highschool that you had shared just a few classes with and never really talked to. That day chatting at the mechanic shop about your car turned into a date, which turned into five dates and now it wasn’t often that you went a day without talking to your boyfriend.

You settled on the couch, glancing up the stairs quickly to make sure you did in fact leave the guest room door cracked in case Jamie needed you. The warm bowl of popcorn settled onto your lap as you flipped through the channels.

It was that time of the year where the air cooled, leaves fell, and all your favorite scary movies were played on tv.

You loved it.

You set the popcorn on the table in front of you, sighing as you leaned your head back against the couch. Your new blanket that you had picked up earlier this week was lulling you to sleep. Your fuzzy pumpkin socks keeping you warm.

You fell asleep to the sound of the final girl screaming on screen but it didn’t last long when a knock on the door had you jolting up.

You craned your head, checking upstairs to make sure it wasn’t Jamie needing you.

You were about to brush it off as a dream, or maybe noise from the horror movie still playing on tv when you heard three loud knocks on the front door again.

You sat up, pushing the blanket to the side. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Who would be knocking on your door this time of night?

You crept towards the door, your fuzzy socks muting your trek. You stood on your tippy toes and looked through the peephole.

And nothing was there.

You shoved down your anxious thoughts. Maybe whoever it was was just standing slightly to the side so you couldn’t see them.

You unlocked the deadbolt and threw the door open, stepping out onto the porch to get a better look at the emptiness that was before you.

Unless the pumpkins that lined your step, awaiting you and Eddie to carve them next weekend grew arms and legs then you had been ding-dong ditched.

You rolled your eyes before sending one more glance up and down your street. There was nothing there besides the orange and purple Halloween decorations that were draped over your neighbors house and the slow falling brown leaves of the trees that lined your street.

You backed up inside of the open and waiting door behind you, a chill traveling up your spine from the cool breeze.

You shut the door behind you and locked both locks immediately.

You crept up the stairs, peeking your head to see Jamie’s sleeping form lightly snoring. You took a moment to marvel at how your sister could make something so cute before you stepped back down the stairs.

You didn’t feel tired anymore after the door incident.

Something was telling you that you needed to stay awake.

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the couch and made your way to the kitchen, dumping its contents in the trash before placing the orange plastic bowl into the sink to worry about in the morning.

You went to back away from the sink when a large hand covered your mouth, muffling your scream. You felt yourself being pulled back against a warm body. You flailed your arms, fighting the attacker. Your hand grasped blindly for a weapon and landed on the popcorn bowl in the sink. You started waving it in the air one-handed, hoping to hit the person hard enough in the head to at least make it hurt a little.

“Oh, damn. Baby, it’s me,” you heard a familiar voice whisper as the calloused hand move away from your mouth.

You spun in the attackers arms to see Eddie’s wide eyes staring down at you.

You raised the plastic bowl, smacking him in the chest with it.

“Ow.”

“Eddie Munson! You scared the hell out of me!” You whisper yelled, still mindful of Jamie sleeping upstairs.

“I’m so sorry,” he laughed, sounding not sorry at all. “I didn’t think you would react like that, I thought you would know it was me.”

He pried the popcorn bowl from your hand and put it back in the sink.

You swallowed loudly, waiting for your heart rate to return to a normal rhythm again.

When he saw the distressed look on your face you could see the guilt and worry crossing his features.

He wrapped both arms around you again and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It was funny in my head. I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed, breathing in the scent that came with working on cars all day. It always relaxed you, to be close to him like this.

“It’s okay. It was funny. I’ve just been watching scary movies,” you said as you smiled up at him.

“If it makes you feel better you can scare me back,” he offered with raised brows.

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Let’s go watch a movie.”

You smiled sweetly, pulling him to your comfy spot on your couch, already concocting a plan to get him back even better than he had gotten you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson blurb

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elliewlums · 2 years

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congrats on 1k baby!! you deserve it xx. mine is heart of glass- number 6 or 12 with eddie?? love youuu

thank you for the request my pretty! i hope you enjoy<3

content warnings: descriptions of injury, pretty graphic injury, crying, eddie’s totally soft and doting

when you peel your eyes open, you’re nestled in eddie’s bed. wrapped in several blankets, cocooned in a pleasant warmth. you croak something not at all decipherable, grappling to sit upright even as your throat burns and tears gather and spill from your wide eyes. eddie darts through the door at your distressed little noises, arms coming up to cradle you immediately.

“oh, baby. sweet thing,” he’s cooing, cool hands doing their best to soothe the furnace-like heat radiating from your face. “i’m here. i’ve got you.”

you whimper and curl into him, trying to ignore the searing pain in your windpipe and the dull, persistent ache in your arm from your face off - and near loss - with vecna. you’re battered and bruised and your eyes are sunken in, brows pinched in undeniable pain.

“can you talk?”

you try to force out a yes but eddie’s stopping you before you can do more damage to yourself.

“it’s alright. you don’t have to do anything, baby. i’m here to take care of you until you’re better.”

you let him unwrap you from the blankets and sit you in his lap oh so gently, minding your broken arm and swollen neck. the extent of your injuries isn’t clear, but steve, eddie and nancy spent all night patching you up and eddie has no plans of leaving until you’ve made a full recovery. he leaves you for a day and this is what happens, he thinks.

“did you miss me?” he tries to joke. you push your arms through his to hug him close - confirming just how much you did miss him - you wince at the contact but still seek more, wanting, needing to be close to him. “i’m so sorry, baby. i’m never fuckin’ leaving you again.”

eddie pecks the crown of your head once, twice, thrice. you do your best to smile, though it wavers and falters; it’s not at all convincing. you’re in agony.

“okay, you can’t have any aspirin ‘cause your throat’s all swollen. so… our other options are weed or i send steve to the hospital and he steals some morphine and an iv.”

you can’t help but smile at that. it was his only aim really (but he is serious about the morphine).

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makeyoumine69 · 1 year

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Hello, sweet 😘

26 point, size kink, creampie, name...baby doll

Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! 💕💕💕

— NSFW; [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

That evening, Patrick was about to come back from his business trip, and you had been preparing for his return all day, because you couldn't wait to see your beloved husband; you missed him so much.

Although Bateman promised not to be late, it was almost midnight, and he still hadn't returned. A little sad, you decided to go to sleep, reassuring yourself that he would definitely be home in the morning.

Sniffling quietly, you slept in his big bed, which felt so cold and empty without him, when suddenly the cold air ran down your exposed thighs, but then it was replaced by something warm, even hot. Jolting on your stomach, you exhaled with a choked gasp as you dreamed of Patrick, imagining his scorching breath and his hot tongue sliding along your swollen folds, playing with your small, sensitive nub. God, it felt like heaven.

"Mmm, Babydoll…"

You awoke immediately, almost shrieking at the sound of his husky, sexy voice near your ear. "Patty… Patrick? You're back."

"Yes, sugar," Bateman murmured, leaving a sloppy kiss on your shoulder and pressing you against the bed with his massive muscles. "Sorry I'm late, but I'm here now, and ... I'm going to show you how much I've missed you, babe."

There was no chance to resist him, because the next second after he said that he covered you completely from above like a shield, you found yourself so tiny and little under him that your heart fluttered, and your insides tightened with unspoken need.

"Aa-ahh, Daddy!" You whimpered as he thrust into your soaking pussy, holding you firmly by your waist.

"Fuck, I was thinking about it the whole time." Patrick groaned in a raspy voice before he leaned down to wrap his arms around you, hugging you like a shell.

It didn't take long for his pounding to get rougher and deeper; you tried to stifle your wild moans by hiding your face in the pillows, but Bateman didn't like it, and soon you were squealing as his big palm slapped your ass, burning your delicate skin.

"Mmm-Daddy…"

"Don't hold yourself, Babydoll, arg-ghhh… I want to hear how good I make you feel," he smacked your butt again, drinking in all your pitiful whimpering, which in combination with the slapping sounds your bodies were making, felt like a fucking miracle. "Ah-fuck … do you want to cum, (Y/N)?"

Bateman asked you as he noticed how tightly your inner walls encircled him, spurring him on to fuck you harder into the mattresses.

"Y-Yes … Patrick, please, mmm," you begged him, clinging to his strong arms. "Oh … Gosh, I'm so c-close …"

"I know, honey, I got you." Patrick whispered into your ear and slid his palm under your bodies to brush against your feverish clit.

The moment his long fingers began to rub it in circular movements, you exploded like a firework, shaking uncontrollably, but his huge form held you down so securely that you had no choice but to writhe beneath him as your orgasm hit you hard.

"Good girl." Smirking, Bateman gave you some time to work through your climax before planting a loving kiss on your forehead, and you knew exactly what would happen next.

Breathing heavily, Patrick nuzzled your neck as he rammed into you mercilessly, trapping you underneath him and not letting you move, your little body rocking every time his solid hips met yours. With your eyes closed, you desperately clutched the pillow, feeling his full sac slapping against your ass while his thick cock was hitting all the right spots inside your womb.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah, you do ..." he groaned, wrapping his arms around your neck and slamming into you from above. "Babydoll ... gonna pump you so full, f-fuck …"

Trembling, you clawed at his biceps, letting him kiss you hard on your lips as he reached his high, spilling his warm cum into your throbbing channel, pinning you down so you wouldn't waste a drop.

#american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #patrick bateman imagine #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher smut #patrick bateman smut #patrick bateman headcanon #christian bale smut #christian bale x reader #patrick bateman reader #christian bale

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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"Peace out" - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

[TW: explicit language, physical violence]

[1k followers celebration!]

SUMMARY: Bradley's patience is rigorously tested when your ex-boyfriend shows up unannounced. Maverick strategically admires the ocean.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2.1k

Because of his early mornings, Bradley had a habit of sleeping in on weekends. No matter how lovely it was to cuddle him and cruise along the faint line separating dreams and reality, you felt you were wasting your free time, so weekends were those rare occasions when you were awake first. On an off chance, he didn't complain about that but freshly made breakfast had enough charm to settle any discontent. Although, the way you looked in his t-shirt was good enough too.

Bradley was still in bed, refusing to leave the comfort of the cool, white bedsheets when your phone vibrated on the nightstand:

"Someone's texting you!" he called out to you from the bedroom. It was before noon on a Saturday morning and so you couldn't quite figure out who could want anything from you at that hour.

"Who is it?" you mumbled while brushing your teeth.

"Liam," he read off the screen. Bradley felt as if that name should be telling him something like he knew you had mentioned that person before but at the moment, nothing was coming to him.

"What?!" you yelled out. The surprise left you with your mouth slightly open, making you aware of it only when you felt the toothpaste running down your chin.

"Don't get toothpaste on my shirt!" Bradley called after you while you ran back into the bathroom to spit the foam out and wipe your face. "Who's Liam?"

"Don’t even get me started about Liam fucking Jones." You emerged from the bathroom, your hand tightly gripping the poor toothbrush as if it was responsible for some heinous crimes. "He was an amazing man up until we started dating like he just decided that he can stop giving a shit after getting a girl. In the one year we dated, he worked for a whole one shift at Dunkin’ Donuts. One goddamn shift! He stole money from me and refused to eat anything remotely fresh. The longest distance he’d walk was to the convenience store. And then I was the bad guy for ever mentioning anything! He used to say that if I really loved him it shouldn't matter if he's a bum. I still can’t believe I wasted two years of my life on this guy."

In a way, Bradley couldn't wrap his head around the idea that you got together with someone who didn't "deliver". He remembered when he had just met you and your assertiveness, although sparked some yearning and excitement inside him, was also a reason for his quiet anxiety - he could tell from the very first conversation that you don't take shit and rather do not tend to look back. Bradley knew that if he fucks up, he's done for good so Liam's curious "success" seemed more than odd to him. Perhaps, it was exactly that guy, Jones, who brought out of you that alluring and entirely tempting edge of confidence and self-respect.

"What does he want?" you asked in an uncharacteristically serious voice. Bradley seemed amused at your sudden change of mood. It was as if you suddenly found yourself on the battlefield and not in your own bathroom, brushing your teeth.

"Looking past all the sleazy and lame flirting, he's asking if you're still in San Diego and want to meet."

"Text him back 'no' and do not send a picture of yourself, Bradley."

Although he knew you weren't joking, Bradley laughed to himself remembering that one time someone tried to chat you up in your direct messages and you asked him to text that person back because you were busy finishing some last-minute work. The picture he sent simply to rub the rejection in, getting a rise out of the fact that none other than him was the blessed man taking home the red-hot girl - it was, undoubtedly, a pride thing.

Bradley, being himself, waited for the moment you disappeared back into the bathroom to take a picture of himself lying shirtless in the white bedsheets. Your blurry silhouette was visible in the corner of the photograph. Snickering to himself, he hit "send" and tossed the phone right back at the nightstand.

"Can I get my t-shirt back?" he asked when you were walking out of the bathroom.

"You'll have to take it yourself, dear."

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't need anything more to finally get out of bed.

The thoughts of Liam Jones quickly left your mind as you were a little too preoccupied with how engaging daily life with Bradley was. It seemed as if that man simply hated sitting down for a moment, always ready for an adventure or at least some thrill.

It felt as if you had barely made it out of bed when the sun began to set. One of the things you absolutely loved about this part of the world was the fact that evenings didn't come with cold winds, it was quite the opposite - even nighttime could be spent in shorts and crop tops. There was something oddly romantic in toasty midnights.

Like on many other Saturdays, Bradley and you were joining his friends at the Hard Deck to drink a few beers, win a few pool games and laugh a little. It was a great tradition of keeping life a little lighter, a little brighter, than military reality could provide. Walking from the car to the bar, you ran into Maverick who couldn't pass up the opportunity to call Bradley "kid" and get a groan out of him. Teasing Rooster was a pastime you both adored and it seemed as though, although he was never going to admit it, you were members of a very small circle of people who were allowed to do so.

Then, you heard someone call out your name in a bizarrely questioning manner as if that someone wasn't too sure they matched the right name to the right face.

You turned around only to be stunned in surprise for the second time that day: Liam Jones, flesh and bones. He looked different than how you remembered him, a lot more... well-behaved. In a way, it felt strange to see him wearing a polo shirt and loafers, something he had sworn never to put on simply because it was too much like his father. His dark hair looked slightly greasy with the number of styling products he put into it. To your horror, he was holding a quite large bouquet of flowers.

"Liam? What are you doing here?" Somehow, you managed to slip out of Bradley's tightening grip on your waist and rushed to the man in hopes of getting rid of him rather quickly - before he could cause a scene.

"Jesus Christ, not this clown," Bradley groaned but you were already too far to hear him.

"Who's that?" Maverick asked. A teasing smile crept unto his face when he noticed the annoyed expression on Rooster's face. "Oh, you got competition?"

"Please," Bradley scoffed at the ridiculous suggestion. It wasn't that he convinced himself he had no "competition" - he knew it and you made it fairly obvious to everyone. "Don't compare me to a guy in loafers. It's her shithead ex-boyfriend."

"Hey, Bradley, have you ever given her a bouquet even close in size to that one?" Maverick was, clearly, having fun teasing him. He could see how Rooster clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, his face becoming redder as anger only continued to boil inside him.

The flowers smelled lovely but you really wanted to throw them away in an instant. Instead of a gift or courtesy, they were more akin to the fascinating exterior of a dew plant. Additionally, it seemed that two years weren't enough for Liam to learn about your love for Birds of Paradise. Bradley, on the other hand, needed one sentence and soon your house was flooded with those exotic flowers and attached love notes. Liam's bouquet felt uncomfortably heavy in your hands as if you were holding something you weren't quite supposed to.

"I manage my dad's company now," he gloated. It was either a ruse or he really did get a New York accent. "I'm a busy, rich man, baby girl." The pet name, although had been so normal while you were together now made you shudder. It was more than inappropriate for him to use it. "Actually, I had to turn down a few beautiful ladies to be here now."

"Good for them, I guess," you whispered to yourself. "Look, Liam, I don't hate you. I'm genuinely happy you're doing better now, I really am. I just don't want to have anything to do with you. I'm over us, over you. It's been literal years. We had our chance and it didn't work, simple as that. No hard feelings. Let's just live on, man."

Liam's lips tightened in a thin line as if he was holding back his anger. It made you realize that although he looked and sounded like a new man entirely, he was exactly the same dead-end layabout you had known and that Liam Jones did not, in fact, change at all.

"I really want to punch him," Bradley said to Maverick, although it sounded more like he was speaking to himself. His hand was already clenched and the warm night suddenly felt nearly as hot as early afternoon. "I'm gonna throw up," he mumbled while watching Liam try to kiss the back of your hand but you pulled it back before his lips could touch your skin.

Bradley couldn't see your face, only your back but had just the perfect view of Liam's slimy grin filled with misguided self-confidence. He could tell that guy had less than no respect for your relationship and, in a way, it hurt his pride that he was regarded as replaceable after being with you for a few years. Another thing was the annoying sheer audacity Liam needed to have in order to assume he could be a wedge driven between Bradley and you.

"Oh, would you look at this, Bradley!" Pete exclaimed in a theatrical manner and pointed at the ocean - in the opposite direction of you and Liam. "Such a nice view! I’ll just turn around and stare at it for the next few minutes."

"Thanks, Mav," he said while patting Pete on the back before storming toward you and Liam, set on getting his point across.

"You're giving up that easily?" It was the first that Bradley heard coming out of Liam's mouth and it only made his anger rise. "Come on, we were great together! Have you forgotten all about it? You were a queen in a castle." It's pretty ironic for him to say all that when that very night was the first time he has ever given you flowers.

"Dude, you had your shot and you missed shooting your own fucking foot." Bradley's sudden appearance surprised you. For some reason, you had assumed he went inside with Maverick. "You just look stupid."

"Him? 180 pounds of douche? Really?" Liam asked you while rudely pointing at Bradley with his index finger and completely ignoring the comment. His cheeks were slightly raised in contempt. "Come on, baby girl, you can do so much better. You deserve so much better." Bradley rolled his eyes at the clear implication that Liam was the "better option" in his own opinion.

Before you could prevent the two men from starting a cockfight, Rooster swung his fist at Jones's jaw, making the man stumble back as he struggled to keep his balance.

"What the fuck, man!" Liam yelled out while holding his red jaw. It was slowly starting to swell.

"Peace out!" Rooster yelled back before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you toward the bar. To make matter worse, he took the flowers from your hands and threw them in the general direction of Liam.

It would be a euphemism to say you were shocked at Bradley's behaviour but, to be perfectly honest, you weren't that far from throwing hands yourself; talking to Liam was like arguing with a wall. You just didn't quite like the thought of him getting into fights left and right.

"It was really unnecessary to hit him, Bradshaw," you scolded him. Bradley looked at you in with a both surprised and hurt expression as if he had truly expected you to be eternally grateful for his actions. "But it was kind of hot. You're like the first guy to get into a fight for me but I'd rather it's the last one, alright?."

"Kinda hot, you say?" he asked with a playful grin. "Maybe I'll try not to make it a habit."

You yelped feeling his big hand gently squeeze your buttcheek. Bradley Bradshaw was an absolute menace but there was no other you'd rather put up with than him.

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rainsoakedphoenix · 8 months

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sincere gestures

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo - turned - f!reader x chris sturniolo

wc: ~1k

summary: matt makes no real effort to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday, so chris comes along and shows her she deserves better

warnings: little angst; matt is kind of an ass; lil fluff at the end; very little swearing

note: i'm writing this as a matt girl so please don't come for me; i don't usually care at all for the "leave him and go after his brother" trope but this is based on a dream i had a few nights ago and i just thought it would be interesting; if it makes anyone uncomfortable though i will certainly delete it---and for anyone reading my matt fic on wattpad and have been patiently waiting for an update IM GOING THERE NEXT

part 1 // part 2

Today is your birthday.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Matt, who had texted you that morning to tell you he had a few things planned for your special day. Only once you arrived at his house, it didn't feel like your special day; it felt more like his.

You had tried not to let it show that you were disappointed; after all, you were glad to just be spending time with him and it was the thought that counted, right? But if he even noticed the way you masked your discomfort, he made no attempt to ask about your feelings.

You were currently sitting on the floor of his living room while Matt and two of his friends were sitting on the couch, eyes trained on the TV in front of them. He had invited two of his friends over as a surprise to you, knowing that they weren't really your friends. You barely even knew them, had only met them once or twice at a party. You brushed off the thought of not being able to spend any time alone together or at least with mutual friends, not wanting to make a fuss as you kept reminding yourself it's the thought that counts.

He had asked them to bring food over for dinner, and you tried to keep a thankful smile on your face as you realized it was one of your least favorite meals.

Matt knew that. Or at least you thought he did. But you tried your best to keep a positive attitude. You wouldn't let your day be ruined by such seemingly small things; at least he remembered your birthday at all, you told yourself.

Your relationship with Matt hasn't always been like this. When you first got together, he was as sweet and attentive as can be. Recently though, things had changed and you weren't sure why, or when. What you did know though was that you cried yourself to sleep some nights over him. Each attempt on your part to talk through things was met with rolled eyes, annoyed sighs, and cold shoulders.

Trying your best to focus on the TV, you felt your phone vibrate. You looked at your screen to be met with a few texts from Chris.

happy birthday i'm on my way back home to see you

You smiled at your phone, sending him a quick "thank you <3, see you soon" text.

Your loss of attention and care from Matt had you thinking of his brother on one of your sleepless nights. You felt guilty for feeling this way, what with the fact you're taken and the guy you're not crushing on is your boyfriend's brother. But you couldn't help it; you weren't sure what was going on with Matt, but he refuses to talk to you about it. You had decided you would break up with him today as soon as you could get him alone, whether he wanted to talk or not.

It wasn't too much longer after that when Chris burst through the front door. You heard feet pounding up the stairs and you all turned your attention in the direction of them as Chris came into view. His eyes immediately found yours and he took a few steps over to where you were before tackling you to the ground in a hug, causing you to giggle as you attempted to hug him back, however it proved difficult since you were pinned to the floor.

"Chris," Matt spoke lowly, "get off of her." Chris looked up at the sound of his name, his smile slowly fading as he finally noticed the seating arrangements. He spared another glance at you, before looking back at his brother.

"Why is she sitting on the floor?"

"It's where she wanted to sit, I guess." Matt shrugged his shoulders with a slight shake of his head.

"You guess?" Chris questioned, eyebrows raised. "She's your girlfriend Matt, and it's her birthday. Kinda rude you couldn't make space for her to at least sit with you."

"Chris, it's okay-" you started, but he shook his head, staring disappointingly at Matthew before taking a breath and crinkling his face.

"And what the fuck did you guys eat? It smells terrible." He turned to make his way into the kitchen, inspecting the leftovers that were still sitting on the stove. You awkwardly sat on the floor, sparing a quick glance with Matt and his friends, the former of which looked confused while Matt just glared in his brother's direction.

Chris stomped back into the living room, stopping next to you long enough to hold his hand out for you. You hesitantly reached your hand out to grab his and stood up, and Chris gently started leading you to the stairs.

"I'm taking her out." Chris started down the stairs, not even glancing at his brother.

"Whatever," Matt finally spoke up again with a roll of his eyes.

Even though you should've expected his reaction, and did, you felt your heart break further as you walked out of the house with Chris.

But the curly haired boy easily made you forget. For the rest of the day, he made sure your smile never left your face. He brought you to your favorite clothing store and let you pick out an outfit you've had your eye on for a while. He took you out to your favorite restaurant so you could eat something you actually enjoyed, dressed in your new clothes. He shared jokes with you to make you laugh, and took photos with you in a photo booth with the brightest smile on his face when you dragged him in.

He showed you your birthday is supposed to be special. He showed you that you're special; and you should know it.

He knew your relationship with Matt was over; he knew you haven't been able to talk to him about it yet. Which is why when he took you back to his house, he gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and reassured you he was right there if you needed him.

"Thank you for today, Chris." You smiled at him, placing your hand on his over the center console. "Best day I've ever had."

His face flushed, but he smiled back at you with the same smile he looked at you with all day.

"You deserve the best."

#rainsoakedphoenix #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo

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hwasdvlly · 6 months

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Spooky Fun | p.seonghwa

☆ summary: it's halloween and the family decides to do something extraordinary.

☆ pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader

☆ genres: romance, fluff, and family

☆ word count: 1k words

☆ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!seonghwa, non-idol!reader, married couple, star wars cosplay, very soft moments

☆ a/n: happy halloween my beautiful readers!

October 31st is the last day of the month and the time for a spooky celebration.

For this year’s costume theme, Seonghwa chose no other than his favorite movie franchise, Star Wars. He had always wanted to be Anakin Skywalker. Now, he wanted to try it out with his three beloveds: you and the little stars Seonghan and Hyeseong.

The oldest child is Park Seonghan. Atinys nicknames him as ‘mini-Seonghwa’ because he looks so identical to his father that it’s uncanny. Seonghan even has a gentle and bright personality with a hint of wittiness, like Seonghwa.

The youngest child, Park Hyeseong, is more of a shy little girl. But underneath her shyness is a lovely angel who is a passionate dancer and enjoys drawing cute animals and nature. Like her mother, she inherited an elegant beauty. Hyeseong is more of a mommy’s girl, but she does consider her appa as her best friend and the hero of her life.

“This is where the fun begins.” Seonghwa checks himself out through a full-length mirror and tries to act all mysterious and lethal. He has on his costume, which is handmade, and his toy lightsaber. Seonghwa will forever be a kid at heart, and he is happy that his dream of Halloween came true.

“I think you’re having too much fun as Anakin.” You walked out of the bathroom. You are Padme Amidala. It’s very appropriate for you and Seonghwa.

He turns and sees you in a pretty olive green dress with a hoodie over your soft curls. Seonghwa grins, “I can’t help it. I wonder what our little stars will look like.” He goes up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Everything about you is beautiful. He is glad that you are down to do this idea of a celebration. You rest your hands on his chest. You lift your eyes to meet his gorgeous, deep brown orbs. “They’re going to look so cute! I think their uncles will die of cuteness.” You let out a giggle.

Seonghwa smirks, “Hell yeah, they will. Our kids are the best.” He is so prideful and supportive of his little ones that he does sound cocky at times. You snickered and shook your head. “I agree, but please, don’t embarrass them.” As much as you deeply love Seonghwa, he exaggerates almost everything.

“Since we are talking about our little stars, why not see them,” Seonghwa suggested. You beamed and nodded.

The married couple intertwined their fingers to go to their children’s room. Seonghan and Hyeseong share a space because there aren’t a lot of rooms in the house, but they get along together.

“Hannie, Hye. Are you guys ready for Halloween?” You asked the kids.

“Yes, we are!” They answered in unison.

Upon arriving in their room, you and Seonghwa gasped at the sight of Seonghan and Hyeseong. They look so cute!

Seonghan is The Mandalorian. He has artificial berserk armor and a helmet. Hyeseong is Grogu. She has those green protruding ears as a headband, the brown robe, and her hair in twin tails.

“You guys look awesome!” Seonghwa couldn’t help but squeeze the life out of his babies. He bends down and brings them into his comfy arms. You smiled by the door frame at the wholesome moment. Seeing Seonghwa happy with the kids makes you fall in love with him all over again.

The father lets go and takes out his phone from his trousers. “Smile for grandpa, grandma, the uncles, and for us,” Seonghwa tells Seonghan and Hyeseong. The kids posed cutely for the camera, and their dad snapped hundreds of photos.

“Okay, okay, Hwa, that’s enough. We don’t want to be late.” You stopped your husband because he was going overboard. Seonghwa looks through the gallery and squeals. “So cute!! Look, love.” He shows you the little stars. You smiled merrily at their cuteness.

“This is the way.” Seonghan points to the exit of the front door. The Park Family are putting on their shoes and carrying their Halloween buckets.

“Patu!” Hyeseong shouted. Her parents burst out laughing at her adorable imitation.

“Yes, sir.” Seonghwa opened the door for his loved ones, and they began to march outside.

Hyeseong holds your hand as she swings your arm back and forth. Their home isn’t far from the KQ Building, so it’s much easier for Seonghwa to go to work. As they walked on the streets, people noticed them in their Star Wars costumes. It caught everyone’s attention.

Seonghwa also noticed a few Atinys saying ‘hi’ to them. Seonghan politely greeted them, and they happily squealed at the sweet boy.

Once arriving at your husband’s workplace, the employees dress in costumes, and they kindly give the children candy. Hyeseong tries to ask for a sweet treat and not be shy. But for real, who can’t resist an angel?

The party is on the rooftop of the KQ Building. It’s not something Seonghwa and the guys have done before, but since Seonghan and Hyeseong are joining, they want it to be special.

As they reached the top of the level of the place, Seonghwa opened the door for his family. They were welcomed by fun and frightening decorations and the tasty aroma of food. Last but not least, ATEEZ in their costumes.

“Hannie!”

“Hye, my love!”

The seven members approach the little stars for a big bear hug. They even gave them candy because they truly love them.

Hongjoong gathers Hyeseong into his arms and plants a kiss on her plush cheeks. He is her favorite uncle, and he does enjoy being one. Except he spoils the heck out of her. Seonghan doesn’t have a favorite uncle, but he does prefer to be with the 99 liners. Seonghwa doesn’t know if he should be concerned if his son will get influenced by their antics or end up being a little mischievous.

“Nice Star Wars getup.” Jongho commented with a gleeful smile. He and the members are impressed by the family’s efforts to look like the characters.

“Let me guess,” Yunho puts a finger on his lips. “It was Hyung’s idea.” He says without sounding clueless.

You chuckled and nodded. “It was also Hwa’s turn to choose a theme. The kids liked the idea as well.” You look at your husband with love in your eyes.

Seonghwa sees it and puts on a proud expression. His heart was filled with happiness.

#ateez #atiny #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x you #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x female reader #park seonghwa x y/n #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa imagines

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whoahoney · 1 year

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A Special Surprise

Eddie Munson x Tomboy!Reader

Summary: Reader surprises Eddie by wearing lingerie for him… for the very first time ever.

Content Warnings: fem/AFAB reader, allusions to reader being into women, mature themes (18+) fluffy & sweet sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), lingerie, use of camera during sex, use of recreational drugs, light choking, mentions of degradation and pet names, Eddie refers to himself as daddy

A/N: 1k celebration oneshot for me and you 🥰😘

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Eddie Munson is obsessed with his girlfriend.

He’d never really had one before, but he knew he had the best one. He’d found the girl for him.

They’d met in a bar Corroded Coffin was performing at one night, Y/n asked Eddie if she could buy him a drink after their set, to which he replied “I’d love nothing more, sweetheart.”

Y/n wasn’t the type to hit on guys, let alone going out of her way to do so, but she knew Eddie was special, and when she noticed he didn’t have a hoard of girls swarming him after he left the stage, she felt confident enough to shoot her shot.

They’d been inseparable ever since.

Eddie loved her easy going style and personality. She wasn’t the type to dress up too much, though she did enjoy makeup every now and then. But when it came to her wardrobe she kept it pretty modest and tomboyish.

He’d never change anything about his girlfriend, ever—she was perfect, but he would be lying if he said he’d never pictured her in girlier things from time to time.

One night while they were getting ready for bed, he observed her changing into her usual big tshirt and boxer shorts—a sight he loved to see, especially if she was wearing some slouchy warm socks on her cute feet. She searched for her stray sock somewhere around the room, bending over and looking under the edge of the bed when she found it resting on top of a stack of nudie and lingerie magazines.

She raised her eyebrows and froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Eddie left to brush his teeth and she seized her opportunity. After pulling her sock on, she flipped through the first three magazines briefly—she couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie found appealing outside of her.

Eddie had always made it sound like Y/n was his “type”, as if she were the picture of his dream girl, which she was. But his magazine collection said otherwise. All the girls on the inside of the covers were done up to the max, sex appeal dripping from everything they wore and did.

Y/n returned the ladies to their rightful place and flopped on the bed to get comfy and think. It wasn’t like she was upset, or jealous, she found the girls extremely attractive too, and the thought of Eddie jerkin’ it to fancy lookin’ ladies like those was a fun thought to save for later.

But she couldn’t help but want to know how it felt to wear something like they did and to see Eddie’s face when she did it. Every one of those girls looked like they oozed confidence, embracing their divine femininity—something she’d struggled with her entire life.

The idea was tabled when Eddie walked back through the door five minutes later, leaping onto the bed beside her to wrap her up in a cocooning hug.

He stuck his face in the crook of her neck and pressed messy kisses to the area, making her shriek in delight. “Eddie! That tickles, cut it out!” She managed through the laughter. “Sorry, babe, can’t hear ya.” He mumbled against her skin as he worked his way on top of her.

“C’mere, you.” He grumbled and dropped all his weight on top of her, wrapping his arms underneath her and pulling her flush to him and a yelp from her lips. “You drive me crazy, baby!” He growled next to her ear as he burrowed his face in her hair.

“Is it the NASCAR shirt? Is that what’s doin’ it for you?” She teased, turning to face him and burying her fingers in his hair as he huffed a laugh against her neck before pressing a kiss to it, “Baby, everything you wear revs my engine, especially when you’re not wearing anything at all.” He teased, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as he leaned up and pulled the hem of her shirt over her head.

A week later, Y/n decided the night she stayed over at Eddie’s would be the night she’d play dress up for him. She’d gone to the lingerie store in Indianapolis during a day of shopping with friends, and bought four little outfits to wear for him.

Y/n decided to keep it simple, opting for babydoll nighties and matching pantie sets of different fabrics and colors. The set she chose for this evening was a deep green silk that fell around her mid thigh, the back laced and tied closed with a silky string that was easily rendered useless with a simple pull.

Y/n would wait until Eddie was out of the shower to do her makeup and change. Her hair hung loose around her in curls, the handiwork of Nancy, which she kept up in a clip most of the day.

Eddie flopped on the bed with a content sigh, hugging her pillow to his chest and breathing deeply to take in her scent and wallow in it. She chuckled to herself and rounded the corner to hurriedly get dressed.

She quickly shrugged out of her day clothes and pulled on the silk slip, admiring the way the matching panties looked when the hem of the dress raised up and how the silk accentuated her pert breasts.

She lightly smudged on some eyeshadow and applied mascara, opting out of lipstick this go around. Y/n noticed her quickened breathing and took care to center herself, resting her shaking hands on her chest and breathing deeply.

‘It’s just Eddie.’ She affirmed, smiling at herself in the mirror remembering he'd be ecstatic when he saw her. She adjusted her hair one more time and exhaled slowly before turning the door knob and walking out into the bedroom.

Eddie laid on his back, a book obscuring his vision from her. “Hey, baby?” She asked in a voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah?” Eddie looked up and then dropped both his book and jaw at the sight of his girl in the doorway. The silk garment hugged the curves of her body perfectly, the neckline dipping oh so deliciously between her breasts.

“Jesus H Christ, Y/n.” He mumbled, scrambling to his feet to approach her, the space between them already too much. He held his hand out hesitantly as if she were art he wasn’t meant to touch. A smirk bloomed on her lips at his wandering and wide eyes, his dramatics making her blush.

“Baby, what is this?” He asked, dropping to his knees in front of her, still unsure if he should give in and touch her or if he should sit and admire her. “What do you mean?” She asked knowingly.

“You always look like a goddess, there’s never a moment you don’t. But right now, my love, oh my god. It’s—It’s a lot, you know? This green on you, I could just explode. You’re so beautiful, c-can I touch you?” He asked, scrambling to his feet and examining her face and hair as he reached for her hands and placed them on his face and chest desperately.

“Come and get me.” She mumbled, leaning into him. Eddie took no hesitation and wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her up and over to the bed to toss her onto the end of it. She landed with a flop, the hem of her skirt raising up with her landing and exposing the lace thong in the same color.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me bust before I even get to touch you. Look at your pretty little panties, baby! Are they for me? Is this all for me?” He asked—crawling over her predatorily with his eyes blown out, a crazed and hungry gleam in his eye.

“Of course it is, honey. Do you like it?” She asked, feeling indulgent and pulling the hem up until it pooled around her belly button and her panties were visible for inspection.

“Christ,” He sighed hopelessly at her clothed cunt and adjusted her legs to bend at the knees so he could touch her how he wanted, caressing the backs of her thighs and calves first and then planting wet and sloppy revelling kisses on the insides of her legs.

“Oh, princess, you smell divine.” He moaned as he inched closer to her heated core. “I never thought I’d feel so torn between getting you naked and leaving your clothes on.” He chuckled as he came up to meet her lips with his.

She moaned into his lips, delighting in the way he talked about her. “I wanna take these little things off and give this sweet pussy the lovin’ she needs.” He massaged her breast generously as he spoke against the skin of her collarbone.

“Not until I get to see you, baby.” She whispered in his ear, Eddie taking the opportunity to rid himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He kneeled at the end of the bed, his hand over his clothed cock as he gazed at his girl hungrily.

“I wanna look at you for a minute,” he whispered, palming himself through the briefs. Y/n bit her lip and grinned at him, now understanding why girls took pictures in things like these. She glanced over to the desk beside his bed and spotted the two rolled joints he prepared for them to enjoy after sex, and on the shelf above, his Polaroid camera.

“Mind if I smoke a bit before we get started, baby? It won’t take long.” She promised, knowing damn well he’s railed her with a blunt between his lips before.

“Oh, honey, I wanna watch you do everything in that little dress of yours.” He said eagerly with a twinkle in his eye, resting on his stomach with his hands propping up his eager face.

Y/n giggled and sat up, plucking the lighter and smoke from their place and laying back lazily to spark up. She laid with her knees bent, Eddie making himself comfortable by hovering between them, his stare lingering as she inhaled deeply, expanding her ribs and chest.

“Aw, man, if Mary Jane was a person, she’d look like you do right now.” He sat in awe, watching the cloud of smoke escape in thick plumes from her lips. “Can I take your picture, angel?” He asked quietly, his eyes wide with want.

She nodded and bit her lip, her heart fluttering when he leapt from the bed to fetch the camera from his shelf and looking at how much film he had left. “Perfect.” He said to himself, a smile set on his lips as he looked at her sexy frame sprawled on the bed.

She took a long slow drag, her eyes never leaving his. She smiled when she noticed him bite his lip in anticipation, “Could you put your arm behind your head like that? And—here lemme..” he reached out to fix her hair to lay around her lazily, then trailed his fingers down to the strap on her shoulder. His eyes flickered to it then her, a question in his gaze.

Y/n giggled as she took a toke and nodded behind the joint. Eddie smiled and stuck his tongue between his lips as he took down both straps and pulled down one side of the dress until her tit was almost out, nipple pebbled in the cold.

He couldn’t resist palming and tweaking it, telling himself that’d be the extent of it but then he leaned down and took it into his mouth with a groan, pulling it out and sucking it between his teeth to make her whine. After swirling his tongue around it, he released it with a pop, “Such a pretty girl..” He spoke to himself. She steadied herself by taking a hit, her eyes blissfully pink and glossy, her head already warm and fuzzy.

“Take a good slow drag, nice and thick… There we go, baby, hold it, right there.” Eddie said quietly with the camera up to his eye, raising up on his knees and towering over her to get the perfect angle as she looked into the lense with a heavy lidded stare and the joint ablaze between her lips.

She loved the thickness of his thighs between her legs and the tent he was pitching for her shamelessly. It took everything in her not to nudge it with her foot or lean forward and grab it with her hand and take him right there, but Eddie wanted his photo session and he was gonna get it.

The flash went off once, Eddie catching the picture it spat out and set it on the table next to them. “Okay, baby, exhale for me.” He said, positioning the camera again but reaching out to pinch her nipple fast and hard so he could get a shot of her face wrinkled up in a moan as the smoke curled out of her open mouth.

He caught the second picture and set it with the other, “Shit, I’m so excited to see these, honey, you’re stunning, like—like my own little doll or something, like—“

“Like your girls in the magazines under the bed?” She asked with a blissed out grin and a playful lip between her teeth. Eddie froze, sitting back on his calves. “Holy shit, you saw those? Baby, I can explain—“

“No, no, no, Eddie, it’s hot. Like, so, so hot… to see what you look at…I know you like me. Fuck, I know you love me. I know you can’t get enough of me, but I wanted to—to wow you, to knock your socks off, to give you something for you to think about when you visit your little ladies under the bed, you know? And now, with these pictures.. I dunno, it’s exciting.” She shrugged with a blush, feeling shy behind the joint she puffed.

“Oh, baby… my perfect girl..” His gaze trailed down her body and back to the space between her legs that was now covered by the green silk that draped between her thighs as she sat. Eddie carefully slid his hand up the expanse of her thigh and let it disappear under the fabric around her hip; pushing the hem back up to fall around her waist. He stroked the skin around her panties making her shiver and rock her hips involuntarily into his touch as sparks rippled from her core to the rest of her body.

“Now that I know how fun it is to dress up for you I dunno if I can stop here..” She preened, biting her lip as his eyes lit up. He stroked her inner thigh and set the camera to the side.

“Oh yeah? What’s next?” He took her hand and kissed each of her finger tips, taking the last into his mouth and licking slightly before nipping at it.

“Y’know, dresses, skirts, cropped shirts, low cut sweaters, maybe a tube top in the summer?” She said coyly looking at his rings, rotating a couple of them as she spoke. Eddie’s eyes softened at her words, “Baby, you know you don’t have to change for me, right? I—I love your style, I love your baggy shirts and converse, just cause the magazines are all—“

“No, Eddie, you don’t understand.” She said, sitting up to get rid of the distance between them. “Those clothes are my safety, yeah, they’re comfortable, I like them. But you make me feel so confident, and sexy, god… you make me feel like..everything and I wanna embrace that part of myself now, finally.. starting with this.” She said, putting his ringed hand on her throat and leaning back into the pillow.

“I want this one to have your rings in it, if that’s okay.” She asked softly as Eddie climbed up eagerly to grab the camera. “Oh, yeah, baby, but uh—“ he unclasped his hand from her throat to free her breasts, pushing the top of the dress down to her waist. “There, perfect.” He whispered, placing his hand back where it belonged.

It didn’t take him long to find the angle he wanted, capturing her lips and chin in the frame with his ringed knuckles directly below, his forearm directly between her pert breasts that shined in the flash.

The realness of the situation hit Eddie with another wave of heat rushing to his cock that he palmed through his shorts. “Oof, baby.. okay, time to get rid of these pretty little things—need to see her.” Eddie said, hooking his finger under the stretchy lace and tugging down lightly until she obliged him and raised her hips.

The sudden air exposure sent a shiver down her back, the little kisses he planted on the inside of her thigh sending an extra jolt to her stomach before she laughed lightly around the joint.

Eddie stretched out at the end of the bed on his stomach, slipping his shoulder and arm under her hitched leg to resume his affections.

“Eddiee…” she groaned quietly, smoke escaping her lips as she did. Eddie’s eyes darted up to hers as he moved his lips at an achingly slow pace up her thigh. When he didn’t answer or move closer, she knew he was going to take his sweet time until she was a pathetic begging mess.

But tonight she was going to challenge it.

“Baby, I wanna hear you…” he said in an almost whine, another surge of pleasure sent to her core. Y/n gasped, closing her lips around the joint, sucking a thick cloud of smoke into her lungs to set before she leaned forward and jerked Eddie up by his throat, something that caught him delightfully by surprise based on the moan that came rolling out of his mouth as she connected their lips to blow the delicious cloud into him.

Eddie wrapped his arms completely around her, pulling her to him and turning it into a sloppy kiss, easily. Y/n set the joint in the ashtray and placed her hands on his face and in his hair as she settled on his lap.

Eddie moaned at the warmth of her bare pussy on his crotch, the only thing separating them being the fabric of the Calvin Klein briefs she bought him. He wasted no time in grazing his hands up the length of her thighs and up her back, relishing in the nakedness of her body under the thin silk.

Eddie’s eyes were darting everywhere, not able to decide where he wanted to pay the most attention to at the moment. “So pretty..” he mumbled to himself as he tucked his face into her chest, mouthing at the plush of her breasts.

The top of the dress fell further down in between them, flopping over the flared skirt around her waist. Eddie grazed his fingers along her skin on the way around to her breasts, pinching and rolling one nipple while massaging the fat of her other breast. The rolling warmth built inside her stomach. Eddie sighed, a smile working its way onto his face as he watched his girl writhing in his lap.

“You’re always so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine..” he said to her lips in disbelief, tugging the waistband of his boxers down to free his dick.

“Eddie, please.” She rolled her hips against his, a groan rippling from his lips as she did.

“You want me to fuck you in your pretty dress? ‘S that what you want?” He smirked, sliding his hands under her thighs and pushing them back towards herself, her back falling on the bed.

Y/n nodded, the high of both the weed and Eddie taking residency over her thoughts. “That’s exactly what I want, baby—“ she whispered before he cut her off with a kiss, melting into one another’s touches as though they hadn’t been together in years.

Eddie hiked her leg around his hip, squeezing her bum and groaning at the decadence of her soft body. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her close, her breasts bouncing as he wriggled his arm underneath her. “Y/n, you don’t understand.. you don’t—fuck, you don’t get what you do to me.” He grunted, tugging his cock to push into her gradually.

Y/n gasped and threw her head back at the building pressure in her core, the spot he filled the best. “Eddie, you’re everything to me.” She sighed as he settled into her, bringing her in for a forehead kiss before devouring her lips.

“Say it again?” He preened, rocking in and out at a steady and slow pace.

Y/n opened her eyes and caressed his face, “You’re everything to me, Eddie.” She said, the sentiment paired with her sultry voice sending a shockwave through him as he groaned and went faster.

“Ahh, shit, baby,” he said after a moment, “I’m not gonna last, I gotta stop.” Eddie panted on his forearms, pulling out and sitting back on his calves, his hands finding her bent knees to rest on.

“This is for you, you don’t have to stop, baby, don’t!” Y/n urged him in a whisper, desperate to feel him in between her legs.

Eddie focused on catching his breath, pecking sweet kisses on her legs in the meantime as he made his way down to her core. “I know, baby, I know, I know,” He said mindlessly through kisses, “It wouldn’t be my night if I didn’t get to taste you, though.” He mumbled into her thigh before setting his plush lips around her clit and sucking lightly.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, her hips bucking into his face, giving him a good chuckle, the vibration of his hums against her driving her wetter and wetter. He started achingly slow, licking around the spots she needed him the most to get her started. Eddie’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was a starved man eating a warm meal after coming inside from the first freeze of the winter.

Y/n loved how he looked when he went down on her, it was almost reverent in a way. She loved the way her legs laid over his shoulders, the way his hair fell when he raked his nails through it to push it out of his face, the way his fingers gripped her thighs; she never wanted to forget him this way.

Y/n gasped when he sucked again unexpectedly, her eyes flashing back down to his that were now open, the warm brown boring into her, speaking to her by widening or blinking slowly, telling her ‘I hear you, gorgeous, tell me how much you like it...’

Instead of answering, she reached over to the camera that laid beside her, breathing carefully through a shudder and putting it up to her eye. Eddie’s eyes had fallen closed during the worship, his rings on perfect display, and his tongue working endlessly until she could cum for him. Y/n quickly pressed the button, the flash going off right before he opened his eyes with a playful smile, “You think I’m pretty, baby?” to which she replied with a pathetic whine and nod of her head as he resumed his attack on her nerves.

He hummed into her, his smile reaching his eyes that watched her writhe, smugness flooding his ego as he ate. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he panted with a lick of his lips, smearing her wetness over his fingers and her folds before sinking two of his fingers into her slit.

He watched her face intently, waiting for her eyes to roll back in her head right before his favorite little sound slipped out—a sound that always embarrassed her ‘cause it ‘sounds too porny’ but Eddie didn’t share that feeling at all; Eddie craved that sound. Eddie had dreamt of making a video with Y/n for a long time now, solely to be able to have that sound recorded forever and ever.

Eddie didn’t hold back when it came to his mouth in sex, if he was kissing, he was speaking against her lips, if he was eating pussy, he was grunting and moaning, rutting mercilessly into the bed until he came. If he wasn’t using his mouth at all, devoting his hands and body to making her feel euphoric, his mouth would find her ear and mutter the best things she’d ever heard.

Sometimes it was praise: ‘I missed my sweet girl, been thinking about stuffing this sweet pussy all—fucking—day..’

‘Baby I’m so proud of you, taking me so well, you’re so good, so good, so good.’

Or sometimes it was degrading in the most delicious ways: ‘Oh my god, baby, you look like—like such a pathetic little slut on my cock right now.’

‘Beg for it, whore, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth before I cum.’

‘You’re mine? You’re my little whore, huh? Such a good little whore for daddy.’

Eddie’s voice might be her favorite thing during sex, the only man she’d want to feel objectified by, and he knew it and loved it; it made him feel special.

Y/n concentrated on the popcorn ceiling, thinking she could keep herself under control until Eddie shook his head vigorously back and forth, scrubbing his nose against the bundle of nerves that sat atop her slit. Y/n’s eyes flashed open as her back arched off the bed and her hands found his hair, pulling him into her as she rode out her high against his face the way he loved.

Like a mumble, she could feel and hear his satisfied laughter as she used him this way. Suddenly the laughter was gone and she felt his tongue laid out flat against her lips for her to ride out the rest of her orgasm on, the fading intensity suddenly back full force and ripping a careless scream from her throat as she released, “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me—fuck me, Eddie!” She urged him, nodding at him to get on top of her and fuck her until he was done.

“You’re so good for me— so perfect, baby.” He mumbled as he crawled over her and lifted her right leg back over his shoulder, keeping his left hand on her knee and stroking it lovingly.

Y/n reached for his cock in between them to put inside of her, her cunt weeping to be filled again. “Cum here.” She said seductively, pulling him to her gently. Eddie shivered at the innuendo and smiled when he felt his tip hit her opening. “You sure?” He whispered, his forehead falling against hers. Y/n tilted her chin up and pressed her lips to his with a sweet little moan that melted him.

He sank back into her, a moan pouring from his mouth to hers when he reached the hilt. They sat for a moment, Eddie running his hands undecidedly up and down her thighs.

“You really want me to cum inside?” He asked in quiet disbelief as he began his slow thrusts. She nodded lazily, her hands finding the tops of his and stroking them softly, “I want you to, Eddie, please?” She asked in a breathless whisper as he began to quicken his strokes, an illicit grunt slipping from him every once in a while as the sound of their skin slapping together and the sounds his girl made for him.

“Please?” She asked again, knowing how much he loved it when she was vocal. “Please—fuck—Eddie, I know you want to cum in me, I want it so bad—wanna feel you...” She whined for him, relishing in the way his jaw dropped and his eyes fell closed as they rolled back into his head, his cock spurting his release inside of her, something they’d never done until this night.

He thrusted until he was completely milked of his cum, leaning forward and crushing her body with his as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed deeply into her pillow next to her head. “Jesus H Christ, baby. Oh my god.” He panted, his back heaving with each breath.

He turned his head to her and smiled like it was the first time he’d seen her tonight, the sweet glitter to his eye had replaced the sultry and hungry gaze that had bore into her not long ago. “Thank you, precious.” He whispered, leaning his body to the side so they could turn and face one another, her leg still thrown over him. He smiled at her and pressed three quick kisses to her lips before standing, still butt naked as he walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel.

He returned quickly, his smile never leaving as he wiped himself up and then tentatively handed the towel to her, unsure if he’d make the overstimulation worse if he cleaned her. Y/n made quick work of cleaning his mess in her, his hungry gaze returning as she did.

After she tossed the towel to the side, Y/n picked up the top of the dress and began to tie it back properly as Eddie’s hand snaked up her leg to feel the softness of her flesh again. He sat admiring her, watching her struggle to lace the back. “Can I be of any help?” He asked quietly with adoring eyes.

Y/n looked back to him, pausing her efforts and smiled, shifting herself and moving her hair to accept his assistance. Eddie quickly sat up and threaded the silk string through the loops easily, tying his best bow with his tongue peeking between his lips and his eyebrows crinkled in concentration.

Y/n stole a peek at him in the mirror, smiling at her love and the way he looked now compared to when she met him a couple years ago. His hands trailed down her back and around her sides to pull her back into his chest, laying them down to spoon.

They sighed, settling into one another and enjoying the silence. After a moment, Y/n turned to look at him over her shoulder, their noses touching as “You’re so beautiful.” slipped from their lips at the same time. The pair chuckled and pressed their lips together sweetly, her hand coming up to cup his cheek and keep him there longer. Once, twice, three times more.

“Thank you for my gift.” He pulled back and kissed her shoulder and back of her neck, a smug smile stretching across her tired face. “Oh that was just the first, Eddie. I couldn’t buy just one outfit, who do you think I am?” She teased as his eyes bugged out of his head. “You mean there’s more of these somewhere??” He scrambled to sit up and look down at her with urgency. She raised her eyebrows teasingly and stayed silent as she shrugged, “You’ll just have to be a good boy and wait til tomorrow..” She taunted as his excitement grew.

“Baby, look at our pictures!” He exclaimed as he looked over at the table beside them. Y/n’s confidence swayed a bit at the thought of the pictures now being developed, worried she wouldn’t look nearly as hot as Eddie thought at the time.

“Oh my fucking god.” He groaned, then flipped the picture around for her to see. Y/n winced at seeing herself in such a compromising position, though she couldn’t say she didn’t find it hot. She had no words to say, though Eddie could definitely sense her energy was different now. “You okay? Y’know we don’t have to keep these if you don’t like them.” Eddie said quietly, putting the pile of pictures face down on the bed and sitting back down next to her to get a reading on her head space.

“No, no, I just—It’s new. Like the clothes. You know? I’ve never seen myself, uh, in the middle—um, like that. Before. Is all.” She struggled, trying to put off nonchalance while Eddie just nodded and smiled softly, adoring the many sides and complexities of his girl; how innocent and sometimes prude she could be and how fiery and confident she could be in the moment when no one else was around, he loved that he got to be apart of this exploration of hers and that she trusted him enough to be apart of it and dominate her when she felt like it.

“I want you to keep them, baby.” She nodded after a moment, her voice quieter but more sure. “I wanna see the one I took of you though.” She nodded at the stack. Eddie's cheeks heated up as he handed her the three pictures.

She flipped through the three of her, the images not bothering her as much as they were shortly before, and placed them behind the last picture, her very favorite. “Oh, my..” she whispered, her heart skipping a beat at the shot of her boyfriend’s mouth attached to the apex of her thighs, the green silk gathered at the edge of the scene, and his bangs covering his eyes as the rest of his hair laid around his pale shoulders and her thighs.

“I love this one.” She bit her lip and looked at him leaning on his side, still naked and looking like a Greek statue without even trying. Eddie snorted and shook his head, pulling the sheets over his lower half as he began to understand the embarrassment she felt about herself, looking at his eyes shut and blissed out.

“Then you keep that one and I’ll keep these.” He smiled to himself greedily, snatching up the three others and holding on in each hand. “Oh, are you gonna put them with your other girlfriends?” She teased with a smirk and a nudge to his elbow.

Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed, unable to resist ducking under his bed and grabbing up the stack. “Y’wanna be properly introduced?” He asked, his smile widening at her dropped jaw as he plopped back down next to her.

“I mean, I’m not gonna turn that down… As long as I’m your favorite, of course.” She joked.

Eddie's eyes widened, “Oh my god, baby of course you are, Y’know I haven’t even looked at these things in forever, ‘cause I barely even use my fist anymore and when I do I have so much material stored up in my head of you that I don’t even w—” He stroked her shoulder with care, his worried eyes searching hers as he babbled.

“Eddie, honey, baby, I’m kidding! I’m so kidding, I was just messing with you, show me! Show me the girls! I haven’t gotten to really look at one of these yet since I figured out I’m even into girls.” She explained casually, another revelation making Eddie’s eyes bug out.

“You mean I get to show you your first centerfold? And from my very own collection? I'm honored, babe, really.” He smirked and adjusted himself, his member suddenly becoming uncomfortable again.

“Y’know you could be in one of these so easy?” Eddie asked as he handed the magazine over to her, the edges of the pages crinkled from handling through the years. He went back to his newest additions, his eyes scanning every inch of the Polaroids in awe at the detail captured of their moments.

“Do they have names? Do you have favorites?” She asked in succession, her eyes glimmering in intrigue as she flipped through the pages as if it were the latest Vogue. Eddie looked over at his lady, sighing dreamily at her current position, hoping he saw her like this more often.

“I, uh, I think some of them do. Most of them I don’t like so I just give them new ones.” He revealed through an embarrassed smile threatening his pink cheeks. Y/n gasped in a smile, looking from Eddie to the girl she was currently studying on the page.

“What about her, huh?” She asked, looking over the tissue thin, powder blue nightgown the model donned, the hem rucked up around her waist, her fingers buried inside of herself and her nipples piercing through the material, her straps slipped off her shoulders with her head thrown back in a wantonous moan.

Eddie’s cheeks burned red, “Uh, I call her Roxanne.” He tapped the page. “Eddie.. not —‘rooooxaaannee you don’t have to put on the red light’ for real??” She giggled relentlessly against the pillow, Eddie unable to help but join in.

“I know, I know, but c’mon look at her face! Her vibes? She’s more of a Roxanne than a Krystal, wouldn’t you agree??” He asked, pointing out her ‘real name’ in the small write up.

Y/n nodded, “Oh yeah, definitely not a Krystal. I’ll let you have it, she’s a Roxanne. But if you have any more girls named after songs I’m going to give you hell.”

They flipped through a few more pages, stopping to make notes about their names, positions, or outfits, Eddie getting excited when he heard there were both a lavender and a powder blue set waiting to be worn for him from her trip to the mall.

“Wait, what’s this?” She asked with a smile of disbelief on her face as she looked at the page the book seemed to lay open flat to the easiest. The girl in the picture had a similar body type to Y/n, the hair almost identical. The model was in the middle of undressing from a soft pink number, the dress falling from her frame as she stood in front of a luxurious bed, assumingly preparing to get the brains fucked out of her.

Except, unlike the others, there was a black spot scribbled over the model’s face.

“Oh, uh, t-that’s Y/n..” He swallowed and looked in her eyes, hoping she wasn’t weirded out. “And why is her face gone?” She laughed, still not understanding her boyfriend sometimes.

“Well, I got this a little before we started dating, and then when we met, I honestly thought I’d seen you before. I couldn’t figure it out, but when I got home that night and gave this a look through, I figured it out,” he nodded with a tight smile on his face, “Everything about her was you except her face, now don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all, but uh, I couldn’t resist covering up her face one time—I was thinking about how were making out the night we met, you remember that? And she just looked so much like you but not enough so then I just..put my thumb over her face for a sec and.. then it was you and… then I hadn’t cum so hard over a magazine since I was in, like, middle school, so I just whipped out a sharpie and made a modification and then she became my favorite.” He smiled, kissing his girlfriend's forehead and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“—Until you actually called me, then I kicked the magazine to the curb and fucked the shit out of my fist that night.” He chuckled at the shock flashing across her face.

“That was the most awkward phone call in the history of first phone calls, and you’re telling me you jerked off when we hung up?” She asked in amusement, yet not surprised. Everything they did turned him on.

“C’mon, your voice is hot as hell over the phone—oooh, phone sex! Now that’s an idea!” He said leaning back and looking through his new pictures again, squeezing her exposed thigh, and feeling satisfied with himself.

“Now, tell me more about these other outfits… are any of them… pink?” He asked with his best nonchalant curiosity, his hand slowly inching back up her thigh to play with her under her pretty dress some more.

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