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I’ll be completely honest, I have been away a lot longer than I initially intended to. And does this imply that I’ll start knocking out novels again? No. I just thought I’d at least give some context to what has been going on.
I caught Covid for the 3rd time. I now have ME/Chronic Fatigue as a result of that.
I experienced the worst burn out in my adult life (my meds normally help but Jesus fucking Christ)
I completely lost the ability to be happy and enthusiasm to do anything (case and point)
I’m repeating my second year of uni FOR THE 3rd TIME
And as of the last few months, I have lost 3 people who meant the absolute world to me. One of them was my grandad who helped raise me. I equally feel like a heart broken little girl and someone who has been flung violently into adulthood.
As much as I would love to curl up in ball and admit defeat. I can’t. It would feel like a disrespect to my grandad but I know that I’m capable of having a good life, I just need to keep going. I want to start getting back into writing again and letting my creativity flow. I just need to find my feet first. Plus I can’t use up all of my spoons lmao! I hope you’re okay babes - Em🫶🏻
"Tell me again, why are you avoiding Billy?" Nancy questions as she brushes some mascara through her eyelashes. "Because he keeps acting like a dickhead." I sigh. Lightly dusting a gold glitter across my eyelids. "He acts like my communicating with someone of the opposite gender is such a betrayal, it's exhausting." As much as I love Billy, I know our relationship is crumbling at the seams.
Arguments become second nature, invading most conversations like an armed militia. Further creating a rift between us. "It's the jealousy, I can't keep dealing with it Nance." I mutter, desperately wishing things were different. Nancy has tried to get through to me, but I just need to wake up and see it for myself. Jump ship before it hits the rocks.
"You know my stance on everything, I can only advise." Nancy shrugs as she sprays a generous amount of hairspray through her hair. "But I just want you to be happy." To say we've had many conversations about this topic would be an understatement. But she knows that despite everything I'll still be in love with Billy Hargrove. And in a twisted way, Nancy knows he loves me too. She just wishes he'd stop ruining it.
Standing up from my space on Nancy's floor, we pose in front of the mirror. An off the shoulder black dress clings to my body as Nancy snaps a few Polaroids. Forever immortalising the time I managed to convince Nancy to attend a party.
I've always been the more outgoing friend. Attending parties and underage drinking. Truthfully, people often wonder how our friendship has lasted this long. But we level each other out. I bring her out and she brings me back in.
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A Friday night in Hawkins is the same as any other town. The streets flood with people as they desperately try to get home from work. Eager to let their hair down and to let their weekends begin. "Are you okay?" Nancy questions as she glances over to me. The red of the traffic light illuminating the side of her face. "I'm okay, I just know I'll bump into him." I sigh. Fiddling with the hem of my dress.
"I just don't need another shouting match." I chuckle softly. Billy has made promises before saying he'll change and things will work out. And he has managed to stick to it. Changing his behaviour and acting differently towards my male friends. But it never lasts. One way or another, Billy always reverts back to being the old Billy. Completely exploding out of nowhere and making me wish I never left the house.
I just don't get it. His constant fear that I'll leave him for someone else is pushing me away. Not into the arms of someone else but for my own sanity. I can't keep walking on egg shells. It's destroying any romantic feelings that I have left. "I'm sorry." I mutter, trying to shake the sad thoughts from my head. "I didn't mean to bring the mood down." Nancy lets out a small chuckle as the light flashes green.
"You don't need to apologise." Nancy states firmly. Her Mercury Grand speeding down the Hawkins streets, gradually approaching the richer side of town. Much like most parties, tonight's host is Tina. She's a nice girl, Nancy and I share English with her. Huge house and very rich parents. Since her parents are never home, she takes full advantage. Basically throwing a party for any occasion.
"I'm not saying we won't see him tonight because let's be honest, It's Billy. But I will get involved if I need to." Nancy remarks with the nod of her head. Despite her 'good girl' appearance, I'm more then certain Nancy will fight him if need be. As Nancy's car begins to turn the street, the bass can be felt from a mile off. Shaking the car violently like a little leaf in the tree.
As we slowly approach it's clear the carnage has already begun. Empty cups and drunken teens sprawl out across the front lawn with groups of boys chanting like a tribe of monkeys. With the squeak of the breaks, Nancy's car comes to a stop. A cool breeze brushes up my legs as I step outside, my hands instantly sliding down my sides to smooth out the fabric.
And then I notice it, tucked away under a collection of trees. The Blue Camaro. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Nancy questions, catching my gaze. Making sure that I haven't got any second thoughts. "I've got to see him sooner or later...might as well be drunk." I joke, making Nancy let out a soft chuckle.
Hand in hand, we enter the house. Speakers pounding violently above our heads as we weave through the crowd, occasionally stopping to say Hi. It's crazy, each corner has a different scene. Break-ups to make-ups. The circle of life beginning. Those documentary guys would have a field day.
After what feels like a lifetime, we eventually reach the kitchen. Itching to find a drink that'll calm my nerves. A selection of different liquor bottles scatter across the kitchen side. Each one incising me in and making it even harder to pick my poison. "I can't I'm driving." Nancy exclaims, watching as I begin to pour different shots into some cups. "Just one? I promise I won't convince you to drink anymore." I plead with puppy dog eyes. Practically begging my best friend.
"Fine but just one." Nancy smiles, reaffirming her sobriety for tonight. I take the first sip. Making sure that whatever I've created doesn't taste like ass. Grimacing slightly, I hand her the cup. Offering an unsure smile, Nancy takes a sip and her face twists into the same reaction. I can't help but let a small giggle slip as I watch her eye twitch. "You're so evil! That's totally grody." She exclaims, shaking her head as she reaches for a napkin. Attempting to swipe the taste from her tongue.
I can't contain my laughter as I watch her face twist into disgust. Pouring the rest of her drink into mine and replacing it with water, "I'm sorry Nance, I didn't expect it to taste that bad." I exclaim, clutching my side. Her only response is to shake her head, pulling a face as I knock the rest of my drink back.
Any prior feelings of anxiety disappearing with it. "Let's dance before you start to pickle yourself." Nancy sighs, grabbing my hand and guiding me towards the makeshift dance floor. Joining the group of girls who are already screaming their hearts out to whatever song is playing. The thought of bumping into Billy keeps slowly creeping into my mind. Desperately trying to destroy my good mood but I just shake it out of my head. Focusing on the fun I'm having with my best friend.
Swaying our hips, Nancy and I dance along to the music. Singing along to whatever comes through the speakers. "Thank you for coming with me!" I exclaim loudly, hoping that Nancy can actually hear me over the music. "You're welcome! I'm glad you're having fun!" She yells back. Practically screaming at the top of her lungs.
Taking my hand in hers, Nancy begins to spin me around. Giggling like school girls as I go round like a rotisserie chicken. But as I go round again, my eyes lock onto a familiar pair of blue. Leant against the wall with a beer in hand. Watching me like a Lion stalking a Gazelle.
He looks good. He always looks good. From the golden mullet that falls just below his shoulders, down to the tanned skin that pokes out through the few button that's been left open. I tell myself that I need to keep away because he's bad for my health. But it's Billy. My Billy. And I know he'll always manage to draw me back.
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With more drinks, the night descends further into chaos. Demonstrating my exquisite beer pong skills and professing my love for Nancy after a few cups of rum punch. As that weird fuzzy feeling washes over me, I alert Nancy that it's probably best we get some fresh air. Not really wanting to get billed for vomiting on Tina's expensive rug.
"Are you okay? You seriously looked like you were about to throw up." Nancy asks, guiding me towards a little bench. Tucked away some trees, it's the only place that's relatively quiet. The only place that's relatively quiet. "I'm fine, I think I just got a bit panicked..seeing him." I smile awkwardly, finishing whatever drink was left in this cup.
It's been a while since Billy and I have actually seen each other. 2 weeks to be exact. Beginning from a insignificant argument, It spawned into a shouting match. Screaming at each other from either sides of his bedroom with the same topic begin bought up continuously. His unwavering jealous. Billy's inability to comprehend that I could possibly have genuine male friends.
"It's understandable, the way he was watching you I thought your head was gonna explode." Nancy remarks, making me laugh loudly. As much as I laugh about it, spending time apart from Billy hurt. It always hurt. I truly love Billy but the constant fighting and resurgence of the same argument has made it difficult to be around him.
When things are good they are good. Amazing even. Billy can be a truly caring and loving boyfriend. But unfortunately, this becomes overshadowed by his anger. A quick temper that lashes out of nowhere. It's just not something I want to be around anymore.
"I just don't understand it Nance, it's like a Jekyll and Hyde type of situation." I exclaim, quietly waiting for Nancy to respond. But she doesn't say anything. Her eyes flicker behind me, staring intently off in the distance. "What's wrong?" I question, not really knowing what's going on. "Speak of the devil." She replies.
Footsteps pad behind us until he appears, a waft of cigarette ash and aftershave dances up nose as he appears. A freshly lit cigarette dangling from his plump lips, "Good evening ladies." Billy smiles dangerously. The kind of smile that could make your underwear drop in an instant. "I was wondering if I could possibly speak to my girlfriend? Reconnect with her." His eyes flick over to me, practically undressing me with each blink.
"Is that okay with you, Y/N?" Nancy questions, scanning my face for any sign of uncertainty or discomfort. "I'll hear you out." I respond, staring intently up at him. Unsure if he's coming to apologise or to start another argument. "Privately. Just the two of us." He states bluntly. Staring directly at Nancy. Basically hinting for her to fuck off.
"Would you like me to go Y/N? I'll only leave if she asks me to." Nancy asks. "I'll be fine Nance, I'll shout if I need you." Offering me a small smile and a glare for Billy, Nancy disappears back into the crowded house. Knowing full well this conversation needed to happen but also knowing exactly where the conversation would be going. "I feel like you've been avoiding me, pretty girl." Billy speaks, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he sinks down next to me.
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His legs spread wide as he sits onto the bench. A loud creak echoes from the rusty screws at it takes his weight. "Figure that out yourself, Hargrove." I respond. Watching as the cloud of smoke escapes from the corner of his mouth. Puffing out like a steam train. "Don't be like that pretty girl." He growls, voice smooth like silk. "I've come to apologise."
A small chuckle leaves my lips as I stare at him, the man who I've grown to know for almost a year. Understanding the intricacies of his mind. "You don't apologise Bill. It's not in your repertoire." I reply bluntly. His brows knit together with a tightened jaw, "I could've changed, you haven't spoken to me in 2 weeks. What would you know?" He announces sharply.
His piercing blue eyes staring angrily into mine. I know Billy like the back of my hand. The things that keep him awake a night & the things that make him tick. His tendency to express his feelings through anger instead of words. Deep down, I know he's sorry. I know him well enough to understand that. But it's not good enough anymore.
"For good reason Bill. I can't keep having the same conversation with you. I'm allowed to have male friends and enjoy spending time with you. It doesn't change how I feel about you. You can't keep me all to yourself. It's not healthy." I cry out. Feeling the bitter sting of tears. Billy can read me too, the pin and hurt that he's caused staring him back in the face. Dancing behind my eyes and gradually diminishing the light.
His large hand reaches out to my face, tracing his finger along my jaw line until his hand cups my cheek. Tenderly rubbing his thumb against it. "But you love me, I know you do." His touch sends butterflies swirling in my stomach. A fiery passion that only Billy can conjure. I want to push him away. Call him everyone name under the sun and forget he ever happened.
Fall for a man who's tender and kinder. Someone who'll laugh at my jokes and stop the tears from falling. But my heart wants Billy. From his stupid little car to the way he styles his hair. The way his mouth twists up into a devilish smirk or the way he does that thing with his tongue. I'm trapped under his spell.
Tears begin to trickle from my eyes as I think about it. The way or relationship has fallen apart. Billy's more then aware of how much he's hurt me. Destroying me would confirm everything his dad had imposed on him. That he's a worthless good for nothing. Ruining everything that he touches. But Billy knows this isn't true. That he could mend your relationship if he tried hard enough but he also knew that he can't keep making empty promises.
"But loving you isn't enough anymore." I murmur, his hand traces down to my chin and grabs it. Turning my head to his, bright blue eyes staring into mine and studying my expressions. Watching as the tears pool down my cheeks and puddle under my chin, "I can fix this." Billy whispers. Lightly pressing his lips to mine.
I pull myself away, desperately trying to catch myself before things get out of hand. Acknowledging that I'm falling back into the pattern. A toxic pattern that needs to end. But I can't. I just want Billy. I want things to be better with Billy. "I hate you." I whisper. Tears continuing to fall.
The truth is, I do hate Billy. With every fibre in my being. I despise the way he's treated me and I ache for the day he does better. Unfortunately, I love him too. And I keep clinging on to the fact that he will change. Everything will work out and he'll be the best boyfriend. But I can't see that happening.
"I know." He whispers back. It hurt. Hearing those words fall from my lips feeling like daggers piercing through his heart. But Billy knew that he'd rather I hated him and still kiss him. Our relationship is toxic even Billy could admit that himself. But he couldn't imagine living life without me. He needed me and I needed him. "You're my girl, always will be."
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Lips collide with a burning passion as Billy pulls me into his muscular frame. His large hands roaming my body and caressing the exposed skin. A small moan leaves my lips as his hands grab at my curves, prompting goosebumps to scatter across my skin. I know I should leave. Turn around and never look back but I can't stop myself from reaching out for more.
"I've missed you pretty girl." Billy growls into my ear, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin. An ache between my legs begins to grow, my body craving for his touch like a wild animal. Excitement pools in my underwear as he grabs my hand. Pulling me closely behind him. Occasionally he squeezes my hand, mainly to feel that i'm still there. Affirming to himself that i've stayed.
Marching through the garden, Billy pushes anyone that crosses his path. Desperately trying to find somewhere secluded. Sounds of the party grow louder as we approach the house, I hold tightly onto Billy's hand as he pulls me through the house. Weaving through the crowd until get upstairs.
Luckily for us, Tina has a massive house which means plenty of bedrooms. Much like the labyrinth we follow along the hallways until we find any empty bedroom. "My dirty girl, promise I'll never hurt you again." Billy smirks, his tongue dragging across bottom lip.
My back presses against the bedroom door as Billy locks it, his breath dancing against my skin as he leans into me. “You’ll be the death of me.” He groans. Connecting his lips to mine again. Taking my breath away.
Sneaking my hands into his golden curls, I twist them around my fingers tightly. Eliciting a delicious groan from Billy’s lips. “Can’t get you out of my head, pretty girl.” His hands glide up to my dress, rolling it down off my body. “Crazy without ya.” Something changes in his eyes. A pair of icy blues darkening to a deep sapphire.
Taking me by the hand Billy leads me to the bed, instructing me to strip and get on. Laying in just my panties, I watch as his strips against the moonlight. An evident patch begins to form on the front of my underwear as he continues to shed his clothes. Flinging his leather jacket onto a chair and kicking off his boots.
As each piece of clothing is removed, his muscular frame is exposed. And I can’t take my eyes off him. “Like what ya see?” He teases, as he begins to crawl up my body. “Definitely.” I murmur. My breathing begins to quicken as he’s on top of me, arms securing me down against the bed. His lips latch on to mine like a punch, caressing my partially naked body as I lay under him.
“Never letting you go again.” He whispers as his lips travel down my neck. Nipping against my jawline. “You better not.” I chuckle softly, bringing his lips back up to mine. His moustache tickling my top lip. “Is this all for me?” Billy questions, rubbing his fingers against the wet patch on my underwear.
A chuckle falls from his lips as I nod rapidly. Unable to hide the excitement that’s trickled down my legs. Tight boxers still on, his long cock presses against his thigh. Veins pulsating as pre-cum spills from his mushroom tip. A little patch forming on the front. “The things you do to me, pretty girl.” He growls. Using my hand to caress over his growing erection.
Grinding slightly against the palm of my hand. “Fuck me.” I whimper. His tongue pokes out and swipes across his bottom lip. Awakening something inside him. “Oh I will.” He chuckles, shimmying his underwear down. His cock springs free, slapping against his toned stomach. Fucking hell.
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Billy spits into his hand and pumps his cock, moaning from his own touch. “Let’s get these off.” He smirks deviously. His fingers looping under my underwear, Billy balls them up and launches them over his shoulder. Exposing my glistening cunt.
“You dirty girl.” Billy growls. Using his thumb to coat my wetness around. Add pressure to my clit as he circles it. My hips buck under his touch. Trying to add extra friction. “You desperate slut. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already struggling to control yourself.” He chuckles sadistically.
Removing his hand, the vacancy is noticeably. Leaving a hollow feeling between my legs as he positions himself. Using his knee to hold them open as he slides in. “Fucking hell.” Billy grunts loudly. Throwing his head back in satisfaction. “You’ve got such a tight little cunt, pretty girl.” He praises.
With a quick nod, Billy begins to move his hips. Starting off slow. It hurts. Stings even as his long cock stretches out my walls. Back and forth, until the pain disappears switching into pleasure. “Oh fuck-“ I moan. Billy smirks down at me. Gradually picking up the pace.
“You take my cock so well, pretty girl.” His thumb dances across my clit as he slides into me. Faster and harder. “Billy.” I moan, my hands grabbing onto his wrists tightly. “Do you like that pretty girl?” His brows knit together, focusing intently on railing my tight cunt. “Do you like the way my cock feels inside of you?”
I’m unable to talk. Loosing the ability to form a simple sentence. All I can think about is the way he feels. Pressed against my body in such a sinful manner. Fucking into me like his life depends on it. I can feel everything. Every vein. Every twitch. Every inch. It’s pure bliss.
Sweat begins to trickle down his down his well defined abs as he quickens his pace. Lifting my legs up and holding them to his shoulder, angling himself deeper and harder. “Shit. Billy.” I whimper. Taking shorter breaths as he works me out. “Take it. Take it you dirty bitch.” Billy grunts through gritted teeth.
His skin slaps viciously against mine. Sending my eyes rolling back into my head. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I exhale. Groaning, Billy pulls himself free and drops my legs to the bed. “Turn over.” He instructs. Slapping his cock against my clit.
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Face down and ass up, that’s the way Billy likes to fuck. Swiping the tip of his cock across my swollen cunt like a credit card. Circling it around my clit until stuffing himself back in. “Oh fuck Bill-“ I moan pornographically. Encouraging a long grunt from the man himself.
He raises his hand, fingers spread as it collides with my ass cheek. It burns. It stings. But I feel alive. A shade of crimson red flushes the skin. “My dirty girl.” Billy exhales, his hands gripping tightly at my hips. “Taking my cock so well.”
A string of obscenities leave my lips as Billy’s balls collide with my clit. Creating the right amount of stimulation that I need. Thwack. He hits me again, much harder this time. “Oh my god.” I scream, a knot forming tightly in my stomach.
“This is it.” He grunts. Billy’s hand slipping down between my legs. Strumming against my clit like the strings on a Fender. “You milk my cock perfectly.” Billy leans down and kisses onto my shoulder & giving it a bite too.
Chugging into the back of me like a steam train, the knot in my stomach gets tighter. Prompting my cunt to squeeze around Billy’s throbbing cock like a vice. “Oh shit- Billy- I’m gonna cum.” I whine. Legs shaking violently as they struggle to keep me up right.
“Cum for me then.” He breathes sharply, his own orgasm approaching quickly. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” A high pitch moan falls from my lips as my cunt tightens. Squeezing around Billy’s cock as he fucks into me. Faster and faster until his cum spills deeply inside of me, coating my walls with his thick seed.
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Billy and I lay under the duvet covers, just in our own little world. “I meant what I said.” He assures me. Using his finger to trace small circles against my stomach. “You’re my girl, I’ll never hurt you again.” I want to believe what he’s saying. Take everything at face value. But I can’t do that anymore.
“Actions speak louder than words, Bill.” I mutter. Hearing the same story over and over again like a broken record. I wish it was different. With each breath, I wish it was different. But I know Billy. Some tigers just can’t change their stripes. “I’ll show you.” He insists.
Sitting himself up slightly, leaning on arm but still into my body. “Me and you, forever.” He takes my hand and kisses the top of it. Brightly blue eyes staring deeply into mine. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re my girl.” And then he flashes that smile. The kind that makes me weak in the knees. My heart skipping a beat.
“You are an insistent little fucker.” I remark making him laugh loudly. “I know what I want.” He replies, pecking my lips. “And what’s that Hargrove?” I question as he lingers near me. “You.”
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Eventually Billy and I return to the party, his arm tightly wrapped around mine. Showing me off like usual. Billy’s girl. In truth, I’m not sure if Billy actually apologise. Or even if the words “I’m sorry” ever left his lips. I think that’s the way he likes it. Ambiguous.
I’m not sure if Billy and I will stay together. Spending forever together like he’s promised. I pray to my lucky stars that he will turn over a new leaf and prove to me that he can be a better person. But maybe that’s just not on the cards for us. Maybe we were just doomed from the start.
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Thank you @venusintheblindspots-blog for the tag! Ily!😘🥰❤️
9 people to get to know you better:
Top 3 ships: Oh boy.. this is hard. I’m so picky with ships.
Abby X Crane (before the writers double downed on their racism and ruined the show. Now I can’t read anything for them anymore. ) Doug Renetti x Tina Lewis. (minx go watch it!! On starz now!!!!) Okoye x Attuma. (I was only mildly curious but there is like a whole community in thmblr for it and after one fic I’ve been hooked ever since.
First ship: Hades/Persephone
Pre lore Olympus. Not my time. Idk them.
Last song: La espera by ¿Teo?
Last Film: Triple Frontier
Currently reading : Dune Book series and Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse
Currently watching: Freaks and Geeks, Key&Peele, and New Girl
Currently Craving: Chicken Tacos with a corn tortilla
Oop, thank you for the tag @soft-persephone 🥰 These are so fun
9 people to get to know you better:
Top 3 ships: oooof this is so hard, I dislike so many canon ships. Id have to say....Gregory x Janine, they are just so cute, havent seen any fics for those yet. Atumma x Okoye have my entire heart. I legit thought it was just me that they had in a chokehold. And the fics 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽 Hook x Emma. Their dynamic was so cute and even just visually, him so dark and her with her white blonde hair 😭 they left me in shambles. (Finding this third pair was sooo hard. 😭😭😭😭)
First ship: damn 😭😭 I cant for the life of me think of what the first one was. But I can say that one of my earliest was Veronica and Logan from Veronica Mars. They were so toxic 😭😭 and I ate that shit up every week 😭😭
Last song: The Con by Tegan and Sara
Last Film: They Cloned Tyrone (hello brainrot)
Currently reading: (so many 😭) Obsidian Butterfly in the Anita Blake series and Ember and Eclipse by T.K. Tucker
Currently watching: Ugly Betty and Snowfall
Currently craving: ice cream. I miss cookies n cream sooo badly.
Gahh damn, this was the hardest one I ever had to do 😭😭😭😭 ships be kicking my ass, I just dont feel the canon relationships, most of mines are crack ships and im okay with my delulu island of one 😭🤣🤣
Thank you for the tag! @megamindsecretlair I just recently started watching once upon a time and the main reason I started watching it was because of Sebastian Stan but I continued to watch it and Hook and Emma have my heart right now.
3 ships: Ricky x Gina - I love their chemistry so much! Garcia x Morgan - Even though they’re not romantic I love the way they interact with each other and how protective Derek is. Rory x Dean - These two made me so happy and it killed me when they broke up every time😂
First ship: The only one i can think of is Ross x Rachel and that’s when i should’ve known i was toxic😂😂
Last Song: Night Drive by Ari Lennox (That’s also the song that was playing when my boyfriend who wasn’t my boyfriend at the time first kissed me)
Last film: High School Musical 2
Currently Reading: Percy Jackson series
Currently watching: Once Upon a Time
Currently craving: Pickles and ice cream
No pressure tags: @anxiousnoodles @nickfowlerrr @navybrat817 @nicoline1998enilocin @bubbarnes
3 ships: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes ~ They’ve been one of my favorite ships to read and write about in the MCU for a while, and I cannot even begin to explain how much love I have for them 🖤
Steve Rogers x Tony Stark ~ I’m relatively new to the Stony fandom and even though they’re not as big of a group, they’re very fun to be around! My love for Tony definitely seeps through here, and Steve is just the cutest lil’ guy 🖤
Monica & Chandler (Friends) ~ This was the ship I didn’t know I needed until I saw them! They have always been my favorite characters, and to see them end up together was absolute couple goals for me! 🖤
First ship: Ron & Hermione from the Harry Potter franchise.
Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes: ugh their friendship was just pure and it still saddens me that they didn’t give them justice in endgame 😭😭 however reading ships about them brings so much joy.
Clarke Griffin x Bellamy Blake: just like Steve and Bucky THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENDGAME. i don’t understand why the show never let them have their moment! but at least they're married in real life 🥺
Kai Parker x Bonnie Bennett: on the show something about them together just sparks some kind of joy. This was my enemies to lovers but never got to the lover part. reading their fanfics was just so tense I love it.
First ship: Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes from TVD
Last song: Sparks Fly - Taylor Swift
Last film: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Currently reading: Good Bad Girl - Alice Feeney
Currently watching: Ugly Betty
Currently craving: pretzel with cheese sauce 🥨
No pressure <3 @imtryingbuck @stargazingfangirl18 @xcaptain-winterx @letshaveabreakdown @sunvmars @malum-forev @angrythingstarlight
3 SHIPS - Joey Tribbiani & Phoebe Buffay from Friends - They should've ended up together and I will die on that hill. I know it probably would've ruined the friendship they had but you could see the love they have for each other. Definitely better than Joey and Rachel.
Billy Loomis & Stu Macher from Scream 1996 - I don't care what anyone says, something fruity was going on in that friendship and I would've loved if Wes Craven explored that. All I'm say is, love makes people do crazy things.
Tina Belcher & Jimmy Pesto Jr from Bobs Burgers - Not so much in the earlier seasons but I've always been a Tina & Jimmy Stan. You can tell how much they like each other, even if Jimmy has to come around to it eventually lmao.
First Ship - Zane & Rikki from H20 Just Add Water - This show single handedly made me think I could become a mermaid. Zane was such a dick to begin with but I think because Rikki had such an edge to her, it made him seem softer.
Last Song - W.A.S.P - Wild Child
Last Film - The Cat in The Hat
Currently reading - My Uni textbooks :(
Currently watching - I'm gonna start Season 4 of Sex Education and I'm thoroughly excited.
Currently craving - Beef fried rice & McDonald's fries
Your turn 😚 @hopsgirl @thepeachyouhadtopick @marvelmenappreciation @buckyzgirl @pusssydesigned @kai-anderson-whore
Does anyone else have the problem of knowing what the way want to write and you have an idea. But everything that you do write either, A) Doesn’t make any sense. B) Is completely shit. Or C) Doesn’t feel like it fits right. I just keep hitting a wall with my writing.
I don’t know if it’s writers block or if I just don’t have the ability to expand anything. 🥲
Hello Babes! I hope you’re all well!! My mental health is still shit but I’m slowly getting better. I thought I’d pop in and give you a little sneak peek of a few things that I’m writing at the moment. Just for clarification, I make no promises that these will be posted soon. These are just some ideas that I’m toying around with. Thought I’d pop in and be a tease lmao. I am trying to get some pieces coming out, but I do apologise if I go ghost for a while x
I keep second guessing everything that I write, it’s not sparking the same amount of joy that it had been a few weeks ago. It’s not uncommon for my mental health to fluctuate in extremes, I’ve been well aware of my own well being for the last 10 years.
But I just hate it. Deeply. I know the mood eventually shifts and I start feeling normal again. But it zaps the life from me. Destroying any kind of will to live or excitement for my future. I’m struggling to enjoy life and it just really fucking sucks. I hate that this is happening. I hate that I’ve spent the most important years of my life struggling. And I hate that it’s continuing into my twenties.
How exactly can you explain your job? Director’s assistant, a glorified babysitter prank victim. A Jack of all trades. Getting hired to work for Jackass truly was a dream come true, it definitely opened many opportunities for you. But it wasn’t for the faint hearted.
Oh you want to fire a firework from your sphincter? I’ll see if I can get that cleared for you. You want a teeter totter with a raging bull? I’ll check and get back to you. Your life revolves around letting the boys have full reign but still making sure they don’t die.
It’s extremely demanding but you wouldn’t change it for the world, after spending so much time with the guys in such close proximity, they loved you. Even if they’d occasionally place a snake on your desk. Scaring you shitless.
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“Come on Y/N, give me a chance and I’ll show you a good time.” Bam pleads, watching as you take a seat on the couch. Your little skirt not leaving much up to the imagination. Bam has had a thing for you since you met, in the words of Johnny Knoxville, “One smile and you’ll make him bust.”
You can’t deny that Bam is attractive. From his blue eyes down to his heartagram that pokes out above his waistband. You’ve often had to peel your eyes away from him quickly, praying that he hasn’t noticed you staring. The thought has definitely crossed your mind, especially at night when you’re alone.
“You wouldn’t know where to start, Margera.” You flirt back, eliciting a cheer from the other boys. The couch creaks as Ryan flops down next to you, pulling your legs up onto his lap. “What’s the topic of conversation?” Ryan questions, only recently joining the rest of the group.
The scent of cigarettes and coffee waft up your nose as he shuffles next to you, trying to find a comfortable spot. “Bam is trying to fuck Y/N for the billionth time.” Steve-o chuckles, enjoying watching his friend crash and burn. “Same old same old then.” Ryan laughs, his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulder.
“I reckon I could make you feel good sweetheart, take you to another realm.” Bam teases, his eyes undressing you as you sit on the couch. He wanted you badly. Fucking his hand at the thought of you. Moaning loudly at the thought of your tits bouncing in his face.
Bam has shot many loads imaging his cock is buried inside you. Pleading with whoever is above that one day, he’ll get to listen to the way you moan. Watching what your face does when you reach a climax. It drove him crazy, seeing you in your little skirts made him want you more. You knew what you done to Bam, maybe you antagonised him that little more.
“Okay ladies, time to get back to work.” You sigh, peeling your legs away from Ryan without flashing yourself. The room echoes a collective groan as you retrieve your clipboard, sliding your little headset onto your ears. Before you disappear out of the trailer, someone calls for you. It’s Bam.
“Are you coming out for a drink tonight?” Bam questions, wiggling his eyebrow slightly. “If you buy me a drink.” You flirt back, disappearing out of the trailer.
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Leopard print, sheer and skimpy. All words that can be used to describe your dress. Paired with a black leather boots and a leather jacket, you felt sexy and you looked it too. “You look fucking beautiful, Y/N.” Johnny greets you, kissing your cheek as you enter the bar. “Thank you PJ.” You smile softly, taking his hand as he guides you towards your friends.
“Just you wait, Bam is gonna cum in his draws just looking at ya.” Johnny whispers into your ear making you laugh loudly. You join them all around a table, cheering as Steve-o sinks a tray of shots to himself. “Look who I found.” Johnny smiles, presenting you to the rest of the group.
Bam’s eyes immediately scanning over you, undressing you with each blink. He knew tonight he‘ll be making a move, one way or another, Bam would be hearing the way you moan. “You’re killing me, Y/N.” Bam whines, your tits spilling from the dress as you sit down.
“Thought I’d test you self control, Bam.” You flirt back, crossing a leg over the other. The hem of your dress rising up slightly, exposing a little thigh. Bam takes a little deep breath. Fighting the urge to dip his face between your thighs. Sinking towards your heat.
Rising to his feet, Bam peers down at you, his eyes getting a better look down your dress. “Can I get you a drink?” He questions, hoping this would get him in your good graces. “A Gin and Tonic, please.” You smile politely. Watching as his disappears into the crowd.
“Fuck him.” Johnny remarks from his chair, nursing a bottle of Budweiser. “Put the poor fucker out of his misery.” The group of you erupt into laughter. Could you sleep with Bam? You’d definitely thought about it but could you do it and feel no regret?
Throw caution to the wind and just act on your urges. It’s not like Bam would turn down the proposition, it would probably make his millennium. The one thing you did know is that you definitely were too sober to even consider it happening at this moment.
Bam returns with a tray of drinks, a gin for you and beers for the rest of the guys. He smiles as he places the tray down. A genuine smile which for Bam is a rarity, dropping his usual brooding goth persona for the night. It was nice to see, leaving a fuzzy feeling inside your stomach.
“Thank you by the way.” You smile brightly, taking a sip at your incredibly strong beverage. “Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” Bam replies confidently. “You can make it up to me later.” He smirks, wiggling an eyebrow.
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“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Bam questions, definitely feeling the alcohol at this point in time. “About as drunk as you are, Margera.” You respond, a warm feeling bubbling up inside you. Confidence.
An idea pops into your head, a scandalous one. “Would you like to dance with me?” You ask, playfully. His eyes widen, a look of excitement and shock spread across his face. “Are you being a tease?” He questions, afraid that this is just some elaborate prank.
“For once, no. Would you like to dance with me? I can ask Knoxville, if not.” You state, Bam stands up quickly. Grabbing your hand pulling you towards the dance floor. The groups eyes are all on you, especially Ryan. Like a proud father watching his son take his first steps.
His hands instantly grab your hips, pulling you close to his body. Swaying along to the music meant you were grinding into Bam, creating the perfect amount of friction.
“What made you want to dance with me?” Bam asks, moaning slightly at the sensation of your ass grazing across his clothed cock. “You were nice enough to buy me a drink.” You reply, leaning your head back slightly onto his shoulder. “Thought I’d be nice and return the favour.” You reply seductively, grinding a little harder.
His head dips into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. “How do I know it’s not just the alcohol talking? I don’t want you waking up and hating me.” Bam whispers into your ear, kissing under your ear lobe.
“How do you know that this wasn’t the plan all along?” You question, spinning to face him, looping your arms around his neck. A reddish hue flushing his cheeks, is Bam Margera nervous? Second guessing a decision? Bam never did that. “I’m gonna need some proof, sweetheart.” He says cockily, not really knowing what will come of it.
You dip your head, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. The taste of beer still lingers on his tongue as he goes deeper. Fighting for dominance as his hands roam your body, caressing your curves and cupping your ass.
“Should we go somewhere?” You ask breathlessly and it’s music to Bam’s ears. After months of pleading and using his imagination for self gratification, he’s finally going to experience the real thing. “Fucking hell.” He exclaims, kissing you again. “I thought I was gonna have to beg and hump your leg like a dog.” His remark making you chuckle.
With a few of the guys offering a proud grin, Bam takes your hand and guides you towards the bathroom. You’ve fucked in relatively public places before like a car. But never something like this, tonight is definitely a time for firsts.
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The door locks behind you, your heart hammering in your chest as Bam steps closer to you. Pulling you in for a passionate kiss, his teeth nipping slightly at your bottom lip. Eliciting a small moan from yourself.
“I don’t think you understand how bad I’ve wanted this.” Bam exclaims, starting to kiss along your jawline. “Fucking my hand and picturing its your little cunt.” His words are perfect, illustrating lewd pictures inside your head. Dominating Eroticism.
His lips travel lower, kissing down your neck and licking stripes across your collarbones. Holy shit. “I bet you moan like a whore too.” Bam remarks, his own words adding to the throbbing feeling in his jeans. You can’t deny it either, his words have an effect on you. Encouraging a puddle of wetness to spill into your underwear, growing more with each comment.
“Let’s see what we are working with.” Bam smiles, reaching his hand under the hem of your dress. Shimmying your underwear to the side with one of his fingers, “Already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you.” He chuckles. Ripping them from your body. “I knew you’d be a filthy little whore.”
Taking the little black thong in his hands, Bam folds it up and tucks it into his pocket. “Since you soaked your little panties for me, the least you can do is let me keep them.” He remarks, spitting into his finger tips. Without any warning, he swipes them across your clit. Applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“Holy shit Bam.” You moan, hips rocking against his fingers. With each sound, the tent in Bam’s jeans grows harder. Creating a strain against the thick denim fabric. “Touch me, please- I need you to touch me.” Bam whines as he loosens his belt buckle.
You reach out and pop open the button, sliding down the zipper and snaking your hand into the open gap. Massaging his cock through the small hole. “Oh my god.” He groans loudly. “You’re even better than I imagined.” He begins to move his hips too. Fucking into your hand like it’s his own, not needing to use his imagination this time around.
After a little more foreplay, Bam needs to be inside you. He needs to feel the way you clench around his cock. Rolling up your dress over your hips, Bam flips you around, ass up and tits pressed against the cold wooden door. He kisses your cheek and then assumes the position, coating his tip in your slick before sinking in.
“Oh my god.” Bam grunts, his hands clamping down on your hips. “You’ve got such a tight little cunt.” Slowly his hips move. Snapping against the plump skin of your ass. It’s better than he imagined. Pleasure shooting from his nerve endings like fireworks. His hand reaches under you, pulling down the front of your dress to expose your chest. Pinching and tweaking your nipples as he fucks into the back of you.
Both of you moaning in ecstasy as his cock delves into you, stretching your little pussy out deliciously. “Fucking hell Bam.” You moan pornographically, his name falling from your lips is enough to make him cum instantly. Bam still couldn’t believe it, even as his cock rails into you. He’s worried that eventually he’ll wake up and this was all just a sick and elaborate dream.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Your wet cunt milks my cock perfectly.” He grunts, collecting your hair into a ponytail as he fucks harder. Forcing tears to spill down your cheeks as he creates a vicious sting on your scalp. “Fuck Fuck fuck.” You squeal as bam digs his fingers into your skin, leaving little crescent moon shapes along your hip.
He pulls out of you, creating an empty feeling in between your legs. “Please- I need you to fuck me.” You beg pathetically, spinning around to meet him. His lips attach to yours, moving in sync as he sits down on the toilet lid. Spreading his legs for you to perch on top of him. “I want to see the way your tits bounce.” Bam smirks, pumping his cock a few times.
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“Oh fuck- Y/N.” Bam moans, watching as you sink down onto him. Positioning yourself correctly before moving, up and down relentlessly. Encouraging more moans to spill from Bam’s lips. “You dirty fucking whore.” He groans as you wrap your arms around his neck.
Steadying yourself as you fuck yourself onto his cock. He didn’t have the biggest penis, especially not in Jackass since you had the displeasure of seeing everyone’s cock on more than one occasion. But he knew what to do with it, he had the confidence and skill set to satisfy you.
“You fuck better than I imagined.” He grunts into your ear, gripping tightly onto your waist as his hips come up to meet yours. Taking charge as he terrorises your walls. “I know you’ve been fucked like a filthy whore- cocks stretching your hole out- but it’s taking me so well.” His voice trembles, his orgasm is beginning to surface and yours definitely wasn’t far behind.
The sound of your sweaty skin colliding together echoes through the empty bathroom, paired with your moans. Each others names tumbling from your lips as you reach new depths of pleasure. “Are you gonna cum? Cum in my little pussy?” You tease watching as Bam screws his face up, mouth falling slightly agape.
“Fuck- yes- I need to cum in your cunt.” He growls, a few more thrusts until he falters. Spilling his load deep inside of you. You sit on him, the two of you just catching your breath until Bam reaches his hand down. “I need you to cum for me.” The pad of his thumb massages your nub like the joystick on a PlayStation remote.
Spinning quickly like you’ll release a cheat code. “Bam- please- I can’t take it.” You whine, legs trembling as you sit on his cock still. A wave of pressure building inside of you, higher and higher until you come crashing down. “Bam- please- Holy fuck!!” Your back arches as you climax onto him. Shaking and shivering in satisfaction.
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You don’t say anything to each other as you dress, just an awkward silence as you hand pieces of clothes back to each other. “Do you regret it?” Bam speaks, praying that he hasn’t ruined a genuine friendship between you both. “No. Do you?” You ask back, feeling the same way.
“No.” He smiles softly. With every piece of clothing on and straightened out, you remain in the bathroom. Staring awkwardly at each other, “I have to confess, this was more than just a fuck to me.” Bam murmurs as he scratches the back of his neck. “I have a genuine crush on you. I think I have since we met. I just wanted to tell you. I never thought I’d act on my urges or that you’d be the one to initiate-“ Before Bam can continue what he’s saying, you cut him off.
Pressing your lips to his again, much more slowly and meaningful this time around. “I wanted it too.” You whisper, watching as his eyes soften. A scarlet blush creeping across his cheeks. “I like you Bam.” You admit sheepishly. He pulls you in again. Reconnecting his lips with yours.
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I know I said I’ll eventually start writing more fics but I’ve stopped feeling joy. It’s normal for me to experience bouts of depression like this, it’s normal for me but definitely not fun. I’ve been on the waiting list for therapy for almost 2 years. I know days like these happen and I know I’ll get through it, the middle part is just fucking awful. Apologies if nothing new is posted. Just struggling a bit x
With your husband spending another night at work, you knew you had to take matters into your own hands. Marrying Jim was the best decision you had ever made, he’s truly the light of your life.
Although your relationship is a little unconventional, with Jim being a decent amount older. You knew he was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Through thick and thin, he was your soulmate and you were his too.
An idea popped into your head. A dirty and devious idea, one you knew that Jim would love. After taking a hot shower, you decide to slip into something a little more comfortable. The black lace lingerie set Jim had bought you for your anniversary. It clings to your body perfectly.
You’d worn it for him for a few times before and it always had the desired effect. You knew that Jim wouldn’t have a choice to stop what he’s doing and turn all his attention onto you. Standing back to admire your ensemble, you pull on your trench coat. Adding perfectly to your look.
Slipping into a pair of black stilettos and the swipe of some makeup, you head out of the door. The journey to the station isn’t a particularly long one. But the butterflies in your stomach still grew. Jim has had that effect on you since the moment you met.
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*flashback*
As the heavens have opened your car decides to completely stop in the middle of the road. “Oh fuck.” You exclaim, clutching a magazine over your head. Smoke continues to pour out of the engine as you scramble over to it, your magazine umbrella getting increasingly more damp in the process.
Frustration builds as you struggle to find the source of the smoke. Trying to keep yourself calm, you return back to your car and begin to dig for a flash light. As you continue you searching, the familiar sound flash of police lights illuminates your car.
“Are you okay? Ma’am.” A voice says, it’s deep and enough to make you drop to your knees. You’ve lived in Hawkins for your entire life and knew the chief relatively well. You left for college and moved back not long after graduating. “My car is fucked.” You remark peeling your head from the inside.
A low chuckle leaves his lips as he approaches you, “Oh it’s you.” Hopper smiles softly as he walks closer to you. The rain bouncing off his hat. “I didn’t realise you’d moved back.” You smile awkwardly. Hinting that this possibly isn’t the time for a reunion.
“Leave the car, I’ll take you home.” Hopper sighs, knowing that your car is definitely fucked. Collecting a few of your belongings you follow him along to his blazer. The journey home is spent catching up. Telling him a few of your college stories.
Hopper asks you if you’d like to go out for coffee and you accept. That was a long time ago. You’ve been happily married ever since.
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A grin spreads across your face as you pull up into the practically deserted parking lot with just Hoppers Blazer still parked in front. The cool breeze attacks your legs as you step outside, locking the door behind you. Stiletto heels clack against the concrete as you reach the station.
Peeling the door open, you cautiously gaze around. Praying that nobody else is around. With the coast clear, you dart across to Hoppers office. Weaving through the empty desks and dodging the empty chairs.
Knock. Knock. Knock. The glass in the window rattles as you hammer your knuckles against the door. A loud groan leaves his lips before he speaks, “Come in.” You step inside his office, his eyes still on his desk as you shut the door behind you.
“I was wondering if you could help me, chief.” You remark seductively, his face instantly lifting up. A wide smirk spreading across his lips as he leans back in his chair, “What can I do for you, sweetheart?” He questions watching as you walk over to him.
Your hips sway as you wander over to his desk, perching yourself in the middle of it. Parallel to his own, larger frame. “My husband has been working long hours lately and I don’t have any one to help me. I was wondering since you’re the chief of police, if you’d offer some assistance.” You flirt, your heel gliding up and rubbing small circles against his thick leg.
His hand reaches up and adjusts his tie, popping open his button to help with the airflow. You watch as his chest rises and falls, adrenaline pumping through his body like a hummingbird. “I’m sure I can offer some assistance, what is it that you need help with?” Hopper questions. His eyes darkening by the second.
“Well, my husband is working tonight and I’ve been really stressed. I was hoping you’d help me relax.” You smirk devilishly. The friction of your foot was enough to make Hopper aroused, you words are just an added extra. “I see, and how do you suppose we could do that?” He questions, really playing into the part of a caring Police Chief.
Running your hands up your body, they reach the belt of your trench coat. Untying them slowly. The fabric drops open, revealing your lingerie set. Black lace covering your intimate parts but with enough still on display. “I think you’re going to have to fuck me, chief.” You remark teasingly.
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Hopper springs into action, his hands immediately pulling towards him. Grabbing harshly at your exposed thighs. “Is this all for me?” He questions, his large hands roaming across the black lace. “All for you, chief.” You moan softly as your lips connect.
Passionately and possessively, the sensation is perfect. The feeling of his beard scratching against your face is something you crave, you can never get enough. His hands reach around your back, fiddling with your bra until he unclasps it.
It slides down your shoulders exposing your breasts as Hopper launches it across the room, “You are going to be the death of me.” He growls into your ear. Littering kisses from your neck and along your collar bone, your hand wraps in the back of his hair as he sinks lower. A pool of wetness collects between your legs.
Sucking hickeys along your cleavage until his lips clasp around your nipple, licking and sucking it like it’s a lollipop. “Fuck.” You moan, your head leaning back as his fingers pinch the other. One in his mouth and the other between his fingers. Twiddling it between his thumb and index finger.
Hopper releases your nipple with a pop, turning his attention to the other. “Can’t let this one feel left out.” His eyes watch yours as he inserts it into his mouth, swirling it around and sucking at it. His hand connects with the other, inflicting the same sensation he created with the other.
“Chief- please-“ You moan out pathetically. You called Hopper ‘Chief’ quite regularly in bed, it did something for him. The way the word fell from your lips made him feel something deep inside, like a primal instinct taking over. “Tell me what you want sweetheart.” He groans, both hands massaging your nipples until they become erect.
“Touch me.” He lets out a small groan before slipping his hands down even lower, his fingertips dancing across your skin before tracing a long the hemline of your panties. “I should think about punishing you, adultery is a crime.” Hopper remarks, teasing you slightly.
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His fingers loops against your underwear, sliding them down your legs. “You dirty girl.” Hopper growls as he glances between your legs, the slick between your legs glistening against the light of his lamp.
A moan escapes your lips as he licks his finger and drags it down between your folds. Painfully slow, Hopper rubs against your clit. Barely even adding any pressure. “Jim- Please-“You whine, trying to grind your hips.
“What did you just call me?” Hopper growls, completely pulling himself away. “Chief. I meant Chief.” You plea, pushing your hips to the edge of the desk. Hoping he’ll give in and touch you again.
He reaches down again, pinching your clit between his fingers. The sensation is delicious forcing a loud moan from your lips. “If you’re not going to behave.” Hopper says through gritted teeth. His other hand looping around your neck. “Then I’ll stop touching you. I’ll leave you to finish yourself off. Understand?”
His mouth is inches away from yours. With his breath tickling against your lips. You wanted him desperately and all consumingly. Every inch of your body is craving his touching. Hopper pulls your head into his, kissing you heatedly.
Without warning, his fingers slide into you. Stretching out your tight little hole to maximum capacity. “Oh my god.” You moan, your head immediately flying back. “You dirty fucking bitch, this is exactly what you wanted. The chief of police to degrade you on his desk.” Hopper chuckles darkly as his fingers plunge inside you.
You squelch around his fingers as he tantalises your g-spot, “yes chief-“ you moan out, struggling to string sentences together. “Please-“ Your desperate moans makes Hopper laughs in your face as he continues to finger you at a relentless pace.
“You desperate little slut.” Hopper groans, edging you closer and closer towards your orgasm. The knot tightens in your stomach as Hopper terrorises your spongey g-spot. “Chief-“ You choke out. The pressure is too much for you to handle. “Please- I need to cum- please.” You whine.
A loud chuckle erupts from his lips as his knuckles curl in side of you, nothing but the sound of squelching cunt can be heard. “Cum then, slut.” As if by magic, his words send you over the edge. Spilling out onto his fingers. Hopper wiggles them free and licks your slick from them, cleaning up every drop.
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Hopper steps away from the desk and back into his chair, his cock is already hard. It’s thick and strained against his beige trousers, pre-cum already leaking through the tight fabric. “I’m sure a slut like you knows what to do.” Hopper grunts as he palms himself through the fabric.
Gingerly, you slide off his desk. Legs trembling as you push his apart. Slowly your hands reach for his belt, pulling it open and then his button and zip. Hopper lifts himself from his chair slightly, allowing you to pull his trousers down lower.
“That’s it sweetheart.” He groans as your fingers trace against the waistband of his underwear. Grazing at his skin as you pull the down. His cock leans against his stomach, pre-cum dribbling onto his skin. It’s thick and big, not to sound shallow but it’s one of the things you loved about him.
He lifts a single finger, beckoning you forward. You feel water collects in your mouth as you clamber onto your husbands body, Hopper reaches down and glides his tip across your entrance. A few moans escape your lips collectively before you sink down.
“Oh fuck.” You moan loudly, with his cock tucked inside of you. Your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, frantically trying to get them open before he starts to move. Jim has always felt insecure about his physique. Even more so when he started dating you. He found himself questioning, why would a young woman be so attracted to me?
But you loved him completely. The grumpy moods and his slightly fuller body type. His dad bod drove you crazy. Especially when he’d come out of the shower. Slightly damp with his wet hair and a towel loosely wrapped around his lips. You’d practically jump him.
Begging him to fuck you before he left for work. And he’d happily oblige. A chuckle leaves his lips as your hands run through his chest hair before looping around his neck. After a reassuring nod, his hips start to move. Gently fucking into your tight cunt.
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“You’ve got such a tight little cunt for such a dirty slut.” Hopper taunts, his skin slapping against yours. Your eyes clamp shut as Hopper rails into you, gripping your hips tightly as he bounces you off his cock.
Pornographic moans tumble from both of your mouths as your bodies fit together. Hopper holds your body close to his as he stands up. His cock still buried deep inside you. Gently, he lays your body across his desk.
“I want to see how crazy you go for my cock.” He grumbles, lifting one of your legs up. Holding it firmly against his chest. Grunts and groans tumble from his lips as his hips begin to move, pounding into your much smaller frame.
The sight of him fucking into you is doing it for you as well. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, the way his muscles flex in his arms when he grabs onto you. “Like what you see?” He groans out hoarsely. You can’t even speak, too cock drunk to form a real sentence. All you can do is nod at him frantically.
“Oh my god.” You wail. The sound of your skin slapping together is enough to build up your second orgasm. “Deeper-“ You choke out, making Hopper smirk devilishly, “I need you deeper.”
He slides himself out of you, giving you a hand as you shakily slide off his desk. Before he spins you around, Hopper pulls you close into his body. Kissing you deeply. Giving you a sly wink, he spins you around and pushes you onto the desk again. Lifting up one of your legs against the cold mahogany wood.
His tip teases at your entrance again before he slides all the way in, “Fucking Hell.” You both moan in unison. Your hands clamp around the desk top, steadying yourself for Hoppers relentless pace. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He grunts as his hand wraps around your hair.
Pulling it back harshly into a ponytail. The sting on your scalp and stretch in your cunt is sending you into overdrive, a second orgasm is definitely on the horizon. And you’re certain that Hopper isn’t far behind. “Is this what you wanted? You dirty fucking bitch. You wanted the chief to fuck you like the little whore you are?” You can’t hold back any longer.
“I’m- gonna- cum-.” You blabber out as tears collect in your eyes. Smudging mascara down your cheeks. “Please- let me cum-“ You can’t see an inch, the mascara has completely compromised your vision but you don’t want the pace to end.
“Oh- you’re gonna cum for me. Cum on the chiefs cock.” Hopper grunts, wrapping your hair around his fist. You’re almost 100% sure that his grip has tore at least an inch from your hair but you don’t care. Like the explosion of a firework, you spill onto his cock. Practically screaming from the rooftops.
Hopper isn’t far behind. Hammering and hammering into the back of you until he stops. Spilling his cum deep inside your stretched walls. After catching his breath, he retreats back to his chair. Pulling you back with him.
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The two of you sit naked on his office chair, panting erratically. He picks up his shirt from the floor, using his sleeve to wipe away the makeup from your eyes. You sit on his lap, head leaning against his chest. Waiting for his heart to reach a normal rhythm.
“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel neglected.” He speaks, brushing some sweaty hairs away from your eyes. “I just want to actually spend time with you at home. I love that you’re working but I just want to be with my husband.” You smile softly, tracing your fingers through his chest hair.
Jim Hopper can’t quite believe his luck. How did he manage to find someone as kind and caring as you? Not to mention, drop dead gorgeous. He knew that every man in Hawkins was envious of him. Especially some of his deputies. It definitely added a little more of a spring into his step.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He grins, his fingers tracing along your jawline. “You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He leans down and presses a big kiss to your lips. His strong arms squeezing you tightly. “I love you Jim Hopper.” You whisper.
“PJ, where are you taking me?” You call to your boyfriend. A blindfold covers your eyes as he pulls you along, leading you towards a hidden destination. You’ve been together for 5 years. It started innocently as a friendship and blossomed into something more.
You’d been hired to work alongside the Jackass crew, making sure everything runs smoothly and nobody gets seriously hurt. Within a week, Johnny was enamoured with you. He found himself counting down the days until he could go to work because he knew he’d see your face.
The way your eyebrows furrow when you’re concentrating or how you’d clutch your side when you’d laugh at one of his stupid jokes. He’d do anything to hear that laugh for the rest of his life. Eventually he plucked up enough courage to ask you out, any longer and Bam would’ve done it himself.
Everyone loved you and loved the new side you brought out of Johnny, the slightly less sadistic side. The chances of him bringing a cattle prod to work were a lot less slimmer. Obviously your relationship had its shortcomings but every relationship does.
Spending months apart due to being on different continents was difficult but he definitely knew how to make it up to you. The more time went on, you knew Johnny is the one for you. Nobody could compare to the way he made you feel.
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“I promise it’s just a short distance.” He mutters, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. You’ve spent the night celebrating your anniversary, 5 years with the love of your life. Johnny really went all out.
He’d bought you a necklace that you’d had your eye on for months, took you out to your favourite restaurant for a candlelit dinner and bought you both dessert from your favourite little bakery. You’ve been truly spoilt.
“I swear if you just bought me out here for sex, I will not be very happy.” You joke sarcastically. Johnny stops you both and peels off your blindfold. It’s a large, white house that overlooks the lake with a veranda wrapping around the entire property. It’s the place he took you on your first anniversary, a long weekend together without any interruptions.
With all the blows to the side of his head, you were honestly surprised he even remembered. “PJ, it’s beautiful.” You smile brightly. The two of you wander down the dock, watching as the fireflies dance across the water. “I can’t believe you did this for me.” You announce, turning back to your boyfriend.
Your mouth falls agape watching as he sinks down onto one knee, a small velvet box in hand. “Are you serious?” You question as tears well in your eyes. Knowing your boyfriends tendency to make quite crappy jokes. “I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire life.” He chuckles, reaching out for your hand.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you five years ago, I knew that I could never live my life without you. That I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make you laugh and to see you smile. You are the most kind and considerate person I’ve ever met and that’s something that I’d love to pass on to our kids some day. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Johnny questions, tears collecting in his eyes.
“I’d love nothing more.” You sob. Johnny instantly rises to his feet, slipping the ring to your finger and picking you off the ground. Spinning you in a circle. “I love you, so fucking much.” You mutter, your hand cupping the side of his cheek. “I love you too, so fucking much.” He replies. Your lips collide passionately. Butterflies bursting in your stomach.
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You return to the house, expecting to spend the night alone with your new fiancé. But as Johnny flicks on the light, you’re greeted with all of your friends and family screaming surprise. “Thank Fuck she said yes.” Bam cheers from the back. “Because this would’ve been fucking awkward.” Ryan gives him a glare. Not engaging in his foolishness.
The rest of the night is spent partying, celebrating your new engagement. “Well PJ, you’ve truly out done yourself.” You mother coos as she pulls him into a hug. Squeezing him tightly. They pull away from each other and he presses a big kiss to her cheek.
And then your father speaks, “I’ll be honest son, I had my doubts to begin with. But seeing how happy you make our daughter, I can’t deny true love. Welcome to the family.” Your father reaches his hand out and Johnny accepts it. Johnny pulls him in closer and wraps him into a hug also. “Dad.” He cheers, giving him a kiss too.
Your grandparents had flew into town, eagerly waiting to meet their new grandson. They’d met Johnny a few times before but this is special. “I knew you were special.” Your grandma says with Johnnys hand in hers. “I could feel it in my bones. Just promise to love our sweet girl as much as we do.” She asks softly.
“Don’t worry grandma, I’m planning on it for the rest of my life.” Johnny admits making you tear up. “Im happy knowing you found someone to love you as much as I love grandma. This next journey in your life will be beautiful. I know mine is.” Your grandpa whispers into your ear, his arm wrapped around you tightly.
“To have a love like you and grandma would be a privilege.” You smile softly, kissing his cheek. “This is it, sweet girl.”
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“This dress is something a lot more up your alley.” The consultant announces as she pulls the dust bag from a nearby rack. You’ve been dress hunting for the last few hours, spending an exhausting afternoon dressing and undressing. “I’ll wear a balaclava and morph suit at this point.” You sigh, sipping at the glass of champagne.
You weren’t angry at the staff, but more at yourself. Angry that every dress you wore didn’t spark something inside of you. The dresses themselves were beautiful and would’ve looked stunning on another bride but something inside kept telling you no.
Eventually you started to loose hope. That you’d have to call the wedding off because you couldn’t find anything to wear. And then you step back into the little dressing room, just you and the consultant with the curtain drawn. “This is a Vivienne Westwood Couture gown, obviously everything will be altered to fit your body. But I have a feeling this is much better suited to you.”
The zip glides down the dust bag, revealing the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen. A gorgeous off white with a structured neckline. Midi wrap silhouette crafted perfectly out of silk. Instantly you fall in love. With guidance, the consultant helps you get it on. Pegging any places that would need alterations.
A white pair of heels slide onto your feet as you exit the changing rooms, following a long until you reach the showroom. “Oh my darling, you look absolutely stunning.” Your mother beams as tears collect in her eyes for the billionth time today.
You pose in front of the mirror, hands running down the fabric as a veil is placed on your head. “This is the one, sweet girl. You look like an angel.” Your grandma gushes. Attempting to take a picture with her little phone. From the moment you’d slipped into the dress, you knew this would be the one to wear down the aisle.
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The day has finally arrived. A year since he proposed and the day of your 6 year anniversary. You can’t help but feel nervous but also incredibly excited. You knew that marrying Johnny is something your heart was set on. Nothing would stop you from saying ‘I do’, you just hoped that everything would all run smoothly.
“Will you stop panicking?” Your mother calls, half sternly and half in an attempt to calm your nerves. “Everything will be perfectly fine. We’ve got everything covered. You are in capable hands.” Her hand brushes a few stray hairs from your face, tenderly.
Before you can spiral any further, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. ‘I know I’m not supposed to see you before we get married but I need you to know. I’m so fucking in love with you and I can’t wait to marry you.’ Your heart swells as you continue to read the text to yourself.
“Look at this.” You exclaim, passing your phone around to your mother and friends. The entire bridal party echoing the same amount of emotion that you felt inside. “One thing is for certain.” Your best friend says as she hands the phone back. A bright smile on her lips, “that man is more than ready to spend the rest of his life with you.”
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“If you want to back out, I’ve got the car parked around the corner. Say the word and we’ll go to Mexico.” Your dad jokes, attempting to calm your nerves. Everything is perfect. The rehearsal went smoothly and the planners have taken care of everything.
Both sides of yours and Johnnys family line the chapel, eagerly waiting for you to appear. Johnny stands at the alter, incredibly handsome in his black tuxedo. You glance down at his feet, almost passing out by shock as Johnny has something different on. A pair of black dress shoes. Proper shoes instead of his converse.
In all of the years you’ve spent together, you are sure this is the first time you’ve seen him wear another pair of shoes. The rest of the crew stands at his side, with Steve-O acting as his best man. It made you incredibly happy that they’d all agreed to be apart of your wedding. Especially when they needed zero persuading.
“This is it.” Your father whispers as the bridal procession begins to play. Your bridesmaids exit first, begging their trip up the aisle and then you. Your arm wrapped tightly around your fathers. “You look so incredibly beautiful.” He says quietly. Trying to not create too much suspicion. “I knew you were soulmates from the moment you brought PJ home, I’m just so proud that you’re both making this happen.” A few tears collect in your eyes as you reach the alter.
Your father kisses your cheek tenderly before turning to Johnny, firmly shaking his hand. Johnny stands staring at you. His hands trembling as he lifts up your veil, “I cant believe I get to marry you.” He coos, tears freely trickling down his cheek. The wedding begins with the vicar announcing the matrimony and then asking for a reason for you two to not be wed.
Bam takes this opportunity to clear his throat, earning a glare from Johnny and a slap around the head from Ryan. Eventually you had reached the portion for the vows and Johnny was first, “From the moment I met you, I knew that I couldn’t live my life without you in it. I’d spend hours making jokes just to hear the sound of your laugh. Although I’m sure some of those were out of pity, it still sounded like music to my ears. If I was given the chance to pause this moment and experience it all again, I would gladly. Just to experience falling in love with you. From the highs and lows, concussions and broken bones. I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you.”
Not a dry eye is in the house. Even a few tears are slyly trickling down the cheeks of your father. Who sneakily wipes them away with a small square of tissue. And now it’s your turn, “I thought I’d spend my entire life searching for someone to love me unconditionally and completely. Eventually I gave up and left it up to the universe, a few weeks later I met you. The man of my dreams. From that moment, I have thanked my lucky stars continuously for bringing me to you. I love you completely. I love you wholeheartedly. Until I take my last breath, it’ll always be you.” A couple of tears trickle down your cheeks as you exchange rings.
Knowing that this is the last moment you’d spend as fiancé’s. “Do you Philip John Clapp, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/LN to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The vicar questions turning to Johnny. “I do.” He chokes out, through the tears he’d been holding back. “And do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N take Philip John Clapp to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The vicar questions with a warm smile.
“I do.” You respond quickly. “By the power invested in me and by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” As quick as a flash, Johnny pulls you into his body. Colliding your lips together with passion. You did it. You finally married the man of your dreams.
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Your reception is held at a vineyard not far from your home, the views are similar to Italy but a fraction of the price. Family and friends cheer as you both make your way to the dance floor, reluctantly you let Johnny choose your first dance song.
Spending much of your time dancing together across the kitchen floor, you didn’t really know what was going to be spilling out of the speakers. Johnny steps to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his hands on the small of your back. Your head lays against his shoulder, both hands lay between his shoulder blades.
Out of nowhere the music begins, the sound of Unchained Melody floods your ears. The song that played as Johnny first confessed his loved to you. A stormy night where you spent watching movies, Johnny instructing you to dance with him as the scene played in Ghost.
His hands wrapped around you much like this. But this time, he holds you closer. “I can’t wait to do this for the rest of our lives.” Johnny confesses, his hand rubbing a small circle against your back. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you, Mr Clapp.” You beam, looking up at your new husband.
“I can’t wait to spend forever with you, Mrs Clapp.” He smiles brightly, leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You spent the rest of your night celebrating with your loved ones and cherishing the memories made.
Just like your grandpa said, this is your new journey. And spending it with Johnny is the best decision you’ve ever made.
You knew something was wrong the minute you turn the corner to your street, he was home already. A whole 2 hours before normal. Gravel rumbles under your wheels as you pull into the driveway.
The door hinges creak as you step inside, the echoes of pain and pleasure reverberate off the walls. Your heart sinks as you wander up the stairs, following the moans. Pushing the door open, all you can see is your boyfriend railing into one of his coworkers.
“When I said you needed to get to know your colleagues better, this isn’t what I meant.” You exclaim loudly, tears trickling down your cheek.
You’ve been together for about 5 years, plans to get married and start a family. But he’s here, shagging someone else in your bed. In the house you shared together.
They pull apart from each other like a shot of lightning, “Baby, it’s not what it looks like. She means nothing to you.” Your boyfriend calls as he follows you out of the bedroom. Tears gush down your cheeks as you frantically pack a small bag of stuff for the night.
“I know I need glasses but that takes the piss even from you.” You exclaim, using your sleeve to wipe away the tears. “I promise you it means nothing. We can sort this out. Please don’t leave.” He exclaims, a blanket barely covering his naked body.
You just stare at him, the man you love with your whole heart grovelling on the floor like a dog that’s just eaten something it shouldn’t. “No we can’t.” You speak frankly. The tears continue you to fall as you head to your car, beginning the drive to your best friends house.
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After stopping a few times just to cry, you eventually made it. Sobbing hysterically you knock on the door, praying he’s actually home. “I’m coming.” He calls out, eventually pulling the door open. “What the fuck happened?” He exclaims. It’s Matt Helders.
Instinctively he wraps his arms around you, the two of you stand on his doorstep. Your body shaking as you sob into his shoulder, unable to calm yourself down. “He. Cheated. On. Me.” You choke out. “Fuckin’ dickhead.” Matt mutters angrily, rubbing circles onto your back soothingly. “Let’s get ya inside, don’t want the neighbours bein’ nosy.” Matt ushers you inside, collecting your bag from your hand.
You connected through work as an aspiring journalist, you had the opportunity to interview Arctic Monkeys at a festival. Obviously you agreed and you just clicked. It was your first proper interview with a big band and it went perfectly.
The pair of you hit it off. Bouncing off each others energy. As the years went by you both grew closer, with more albums came more interviews. You always enjoy spending time together. Matt taking every chance he could to improve his photography skills also.
Tears and sniffles escape from you as you’re directed to the sofa. Matt disappears into the kitchen for a little moment and emerges again with a glass of wine and a bottle of beer. “I’d give ya a Gin but I think we drank it all.” He jokes before plopping himself down next to you.
And then the time came, you told Matt everything. From the moment you came home to the moment you arrived on his doorstep. “Fuckin’ ell’ just you wait till i get ahold of him.” Matt fumes, sipping at his bottle of beer. By now the tears have subsided and you just feel numb.
Like someone had crawled into your mind and switched off the light. “What are ya gonna do now?” Matt questions, not really knowing what he can do to help. “I don’t even know.” You murmur, trying to stop yourself from crying again.
“Obviously yur stayin’ ere’ but we’ll get ya back on ya feet.” He smiles wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. You stayed like that for a while. Just crying on Matts shoulder.
Eventually you retreated back to the spare room, showering before crawling into bed. It hurt. Everything hurt. The way your life fell apart out of nowhere. But at least you had Matt, you were always grateful to have him in your life.
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Days and weeks went by like the change of seasons. It took some time but you found yourself a new place. A fresh start. Matt helped you at every opportunity he could. Finding out flats for you to visit and telling you when they looked like shit.
After spending what felt like forever hunting, you found a place not far from his. A decent size flat with a view of the Thames. It’s nice. With the bribery of a chippy tea and a bottle of Stella, Matt has helped construct the first few pieces of furniture.
Nothing too crazy, just a bed frame and wardrobe. But by the way Matt was complaining you would’ve thought you’d asked him to recreate the Great Wall of China out of cocktail sticks. The pair of you sat on the floor of your new flat, eating a battered sausage and chips.
“You should come ‘t our album launch. Don’t ‘ave to be a work thing.” Matt announces, covering his mouth as he chews. “I’ll come but if he’s gonna be a twat to me the entire night, I’ll chin him.” You announce making Matt laugh. He knew you’d never hurt anyone but the idea of it made him giggle.
By ‘He’ you mean Alex Turner. You were friends to begin with, to Matts knowledge you fell out over something stupid. But it’s more than that, a long time ago before your boyfriend came on the scene. You had a thing with Alex. It meant something to you. And you thought it meant something to him too but he’d never say it.
In the end, you got sick of waiting. Wondering when he’d actually confess his feelings for you. But he never did. You broke things off and a few months down the line, you met your boyfriend. Now ex boyfriend. Ever since then Alex has been off with you. Although after a few drinks, the cockiness would come out. You’d argue with each other about silly things. Your boyfriend wouldn’t bother to get involved. That’s probably why Alex did it.
You knew Alex was perfectly capable of writing a song about his feelings or even expressing them through a poem. But never to your face. “You called a truce, plus it would mean a lot ‘t me.” Matt reminds you. Begging slightly.
“Fine but if he starts I’ll finish it.” You reply, sipping at your lukewarm glass of rosé. “That’s all I ask.” He chuckles, clinking his glass with yours.
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Little piles of clothes scatter your bedroom as you asses what’s available for you to wear. You knew you wanted to dress up but also not wanting to take any attention away from the others. But this is also partly a work event, mingling with your colleagues and other people in entertainment have been invited.
Was it a dress type of event? Could you wear a skirt? Would you need to bring a jacket? If you bring a jacket, where would you put it? These types of questions continue to swim around in your head as you scan over your options. Holding different pieces up to your body to see what fit the vibe.
Makeup and hair have been done for a while, a Smokey eye with rhinestones and pearls migrating your hairline. Your hair has been slicked back, still with some volume at the root. It’s chic.
Regardless of what you choose, Alex will always find a way to make a comment and get under your skin. After what felt like hours of deciding, you finally found an outfit. From the fall 2000 collection, a Christian Dior dress. It’s skin tight with a cowl neck, exposing a tasteful amount of boob. The straps are skinny. Connected with a gold CD.
You stand back and admire your reflection, the dress isn’t a particularly long one. Falling just at the middle of your thigh. But it’s perfect. Especially for an event like tonight. You knew exactly what shoes to wear. As if by sheer coincidence, Matt had bought you the matching boots for your birthday a few years ago.
With your little hand bag, the finishing touches are applied. The taxi pulls up outside and you are out of the door, excited to spend the night celebrating your best friend and his success.
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The club heaves with people entertainers, colleagues and close associates with the Monkeys. “You came.” Matt cheers as you greet him at the bar. “I wouldn’t miss it, I’m so proud of you.” You beam as the two of you hug each other.
Despite your feelings towards Alex, you knew that he’d worked hard too. Not to mention Nick & Jamie. They always manage to make banger after banger. It warmed your heart to see your friends & Alex to get the flowers they deserve.
“Yuh don’t look half bad, Y/L/N.” Alex exclaims from behind you as he collects his pint from the bar. “That was almost a compliment, Turner.” You respond with a smile. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Alex smiles back cheekily.
You can’t deny that Alex looks good tonight, he’s always had a good sense of style. It’s a relatively simple outfit, a black pair of dress trousers and a white vest with his gold chain poking through. His beige blazer hangs off his shoulders, exposing his toned arm muscles. Naturally in an Alex Turner fashion, the look wouldn’t be complete with a pair of sunglasses. Aviator style with tinted yellow lenses.
His hair is a lot longer than the last time you saw him, not that far from his shoulders now. You don’t really know how he manages it but he still manages to look good with whatever hair length. He just has that kind of bone structure.
“See.” Matt announces from behind you, handing you a glass of Chardonnay. “That were almost a pleasant interaction.” He remarks making you laugh into the glass as you take a sip. “As long as he’s promised to behave, I will to.” The two of you clink your glasses together and decide to mingle.
From glancing around the club, you notice Alex has brought a lady with him. She’s taller, taller than him by a considerable amount. The French model kind of look. Mismatching patterns but it still manages to look fashionable. In truth, Alex isn’t paying much attention to her. Aside from the arm that’s wrapped around her shoulder, Alex is paying more attention to his conversation with Jamie.
“You know I’m really proud of you, right?” You exclaim to Matt, the white wine making you a lot more emotional than you anticipated. “Yeh, you keep tellin’ meh, appreciate ya. Don’t know what I’d do without ya support.” Matt smiles, kissing your forehead softly. Smelling like whiskey.
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“Can’t believe yuh got me dancin’” Matt yells over the music. Every event, regardless of it being professional or friends, you made it your mission to get Matt to dance with you. Neither of you can actually dance, Matt practically has two left feet. But when the music plays and they two of you bump into each other and stumble across the dance floor. You’ve never laughed harder.
Wether it’s disco, rock or reggae. You were determined to get Matt dancing at some point in the night and now is your chance. Madonna’s Like a Prayer pounds through the speakers as you and Matt spin each other around. Drunkenly scream singing the lyrics to each other. Were they even the correct ones? Probably not but you were definitely having fun.
“Had to get you up at some point.” You chuckle into his ear, his hand in yours as Matt spins you around. It’s not uncommon for you to dance like this, it’s not like anything sexual or flirtatious is happening between you and Matt either. He’s protective, loving and supportive. But still treats you like a little sister.
As you spin around again, your eye catches Alex. Staring at you from the other side of the club. A pint in hand as he watches you, swaying your hips and attempting to teach Matt to do the same. You didn’t know how it was possible but you’d never met someone so rhythmically challenged.
Playing the drums? Amazing. One of the best drummers from the Uk. But you would have thought his limbs were made of bamboo. Stiff as a board. “I don’t ‘ave ‘t stand for this.” Matt protests loudly, wandering towards the bar. “I’m gonna go for a cig, buy us another drink please.” You call out, handing Matt your bank card.
“Oh I will.” He says with a cheeky grin, disappearing in the crowd. Despite the summer season, theirs a definite chill in the air. The hinges in the sliding door creaks as you move it along, slipping out of the gap and towards the smoking area.
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The wooden bench creaks slightly as you sink down to it, perching yourself as you push a cigarette between your lips. Flicking the lighter and sparking it up. You close your eyes slightly. Enjoying the peace. The distant sounds of the party making you feel at ease.
But before you can relax too much, the door creaks again with gravel crunching as someone approaches. “Mind if I sit ere’?” A voice questions, you knew exactly who it was without even needing to open your eyes.
“Knock your socks off.” You respond, gently opening your eyes. He sits directly across from you, one arm leaning across the table and one leg over the other. Just like you thought, it’s Mr Turner. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” You question, watching as he sticks a cigarette between his lips.
He sparks his up and takes a big inhale, pushing out the cloud of smoke from the side of his mouth. “Thought I’d come chat t’ ya. Matt told meh about ya breakup. Sorreh.” Alex replies, almost sympathetically. “I know you Turner, that’s a lie. You hated him.” You respond making him chuckle.
“Yur right, he were a wanker but I feel bad for yah.” Alex shrugs, taking a toke from his cigarette. You mimic his action. The two of you sit staring at each other as you both inhale from your cigarettes, blowing the smoke out at different directions. “Didn’t realise you cared that much.” You reply, not sure where the confidence came from.
He smirks slightly, you know exactly what you’re doing to him and he knows it too. It’s a little game you used to play along time ago. “Might not seem like it but I do.” He shifts in his seat slightly, your knees now touching each other. “If anything you’ve given me the impression that you don’t like me anymore, even as a friend.” You respond truthfully. Rubbing your cigarette out into the ashtray.
In short, the way Alex has treated you has upset you. Despite the fact that you’d sneak into each others beds and bump uglies. You considered Alex a friend, a close one at that.
But after you expressed that you didn’t want to carry on with your ‘relationship’ with Alex not admitting how he felt, he just changed.
Granted with alcohol he can definitely be a lot more comfortable with you, that’s probably the reason why he’s decided to chat tonight. But it hurt. You wanted to know where you stood but his reluctancy to do so pushed you away.
“Don’t be like at, I tried to be ya friend but I just couldn’t wiv dickhead around.” Alex exclaims, stamping out his cigarette. Alex tries to speak again but stops himself. “It’s been over 5 years and we’re still stuck in the same position. This is why I walked away.” You sigh, as you try to walk away Alex’s hand reaches out for yours. Pulling you back towards him.
Alex is stood to his feet, you bump into each other slightly and he kisses you. Passionately and all consumingly, the hint of cigarettes and whiskey on his lips. You pull away breathlessly, your hand resting on his chest. “You can’t just kiss me and expect me to know how you feel.” You murmur, afraid to repeating the same cycle.
“I like ya.” Alex whispers, his hands resting on your hips. “I like ya a lot and I should’ve told ya before, I let ya go and it were the biggest mistake of me life.” You stand staring at each other, rethinking everything that has happened in the last 5 years. “Prove it.”
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“Ya want me to prove it to ya? Show ya ow’ I feel.” Alex smirks, pushing you up against the wall. His hands rest on your hips as his lips collide with yours, the stubble on his chin scratches against your skin perfectly. Allowing a moan to slip from your lips.
Alex dips his head, kissing along the side of your neck. Sucking and nipping the skin between his teeth. Littering your flesh with hickeys. “Promise I never forgot about ya.” He teases, kissing along your clavicle.
“The way you smell.” He mutters in between kisses. Nosing the dress strap off your shoulder. “The way you dress.” He repeats the action on the other side, watching as the fabric falls to the ground. “The way you taste.” He growls, pressing his lips back to yours. Pulling you even closer to his body.
With his arms wrapped around you, Alex pulls you both back towards his bed. Your practically naked body falling on-top of him. “Missed ya.” He coos, the feeling of your tits pressed against his body is driving him crazy. And you can feel it.
His semi-hard cock is pressed against your thigh. A moan escapes from his lips as your leg rubs against the fabric of his trousers. Creating the perfect amount of friction. “Did you miss me or did you miss my body?” You question, moving yourself slightly.
“You but yur bodeh is a bonus.” He smirks, a little moan escaping his lips. You sink yourself down, sitting in between his legs. Snaking your hands up his torso to undo his belt, “Fuck.” Alex grunts. The sensation of your hands against his waistline encouraging his cock to get harder.
Popping open the button and sliding down the zip, a stream of swears fall from Alex’s lips. He lifts his hips slightly. Allowing you to pull down his trousers and boxers, his cock springing free. It’s big and long just like how you remembered with pre-cum stringing from the tip.
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“Is this what you wanted Al?” You question, spitting on to the tip. Not a single word falls from his mouth, just a frantic nod and wide eyes. Likes he’s been possessed. Alex’s hips continue to buck as you plant a kiss on his tip.
Peppering kisses down his length until you reach his balls, licking a stripe back up to the top. “Jesus Christ.” Alex moans, as your lips clasp around him. Slowly sinking your mouth down his cock. The tip tickles against the back of your throat before you slide back up again, leaving a trail of saliva behind you.
“You are fucken’ amazin’” Alex groans loudly. “Missed ya around me cock.” A pool of wetness continues to puddle between your legs as his obscene moans become louder. You begin to bob your head up and down the sheer size of it making your eyes water.
Alex sits forward slightly, collecting your hair at the back of your neck. He thrusts his hips, fucking into your throat. Grunting and spilling out obscenities, “Fuckin’ ell.” He grunts loudly as his cock continues to slide out at an intense pace.
The ache begins in your jaw as he thrusts harder down your throat, tears continue to spill down your cheeks as he continues fucking. “Look at ya, cryin’ over me cock. Dirty girl.” He moans, one hand stroking your cheek. “Yuv always taken me cock so well.” He groans, the friction of his foreskin against the roof of your mouth is sending him spiralling.
His grip on your hair tightens as his cock twitches in your mouth, spilling his salty seed down your throat. “Pretty girl.” Alex coos, stroking your hair as you swallow his cum. You sit yourself up, catching your breath. “I have missed ya, can’t seem t’ forget ya. Nobodeh is quite like you.” He smirks, grabbing you by the hand.
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You lay underneath him, his muscular arms either side of your head. “I love ya.” Alex says, staring deeply into your eyes. You’d dreamt of hearing those words leaving his lips, pushing the idea to the back of your head that the day would never come.
That you’d never be in the position you were 5 years ago. “How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” You question sincerely. You’ve spent many hours looking into his brown eyes, searching for an explanation or an ounce of emotion.
But even when confronted with the fact, you still struggle to believe it. “I’ll show ya.” Alex shimmies down your body, littering kisses at every inch of exposed flesh. His skinny fingers slide under the fabric your underwear, hooking them and pulling them off completely.
He offers you a cheeky smile before leaning down and planting a kiss on your throbbing clit. A deep and passionate, sucking kiss that sent electric shocks up your spine. Alex sits up on his legs, pulling his white vest over his head. The blazer was discarded a little while ago, already tangled with your dress.
“You are a dickhead for that.” You joke, watching as he climbs up your body. His large hands roaming up your sides, until he reaches your face. Each hand on your cheeks as he kisses you, his stubble scratching as he begins to deepen it. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance until it leaves you breathless.
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With a reassuring nod, Alex swipes the tip of his cock against your wet folds. Coating himself before sliding in. The two of you groaning in pleasure. “Yur cunt is so fuckin’ tight.” His his begin to move slowly, gently rutting against yours.
Alex rubs his hands up and down your body, getting a feel for what has on existed in his memories. It’s like you’ve never been apart, he knows what to touch and where you like it. Pinching at your nipples and rubbing at your clit.
“Fuck Alex.” You whine as he speeds up, spitting onto your clit and rubbing it. He instructs you to grab one of the pillows and place it under your pelvis, creating an even deeper angle. “Oh my god-“ You moan loudly.
A chuckle leaves his lips as his speed increases, his nimble fingers dig into your sides. Leaving red, crescent moons along your hips. It stings but in an erotic way. Alex takes one of your legs and lifts it, your foot now parallel to his head.
“Missed the way ya pussy feels around me cock.” Alex sighs, his eyes squeezing together. “You take me so well, babeh.” He grunts again. His head flying back. Flexing his muscles. The way the bedroom light shines against his sweaty body illuminates his muscles perfectly. From his muscular arms down his toned abs and stopping perfectly at his bulging legs.
You can’t deny that you haven’t thought about being in this exact position, Alex fucking into you like he’s a bullet train going through a tunnel. But the reality will always be much better than any dream. “Look at ya.” He growls. “Sweat tricklin’ down ya body. Tits bouncin’. I’m gonna fill you up with me cum.”
Your head flies back in ecstasy, every nerve in your body feels like it’s been lit on fire. Buttoning with every minuscule sensation but it made you feel alive. Normally Alex would have flipped you into a different position, exploring your body like a map. But for this specific occasion, he wants you like this.
Peering down as you fall apart around him. Struggling to contain yourself as your orgasm builds. “Alex-“ You whine pathetically, his cock continuing to antagonising your g-spot. It tightens in your stomach, the indescribable urge to release. Alex can feel it too, your walls have tightened around his cock. He’s not too far behind himself.
“I’m- gonna- cum.” You moan out, the sounds of your pussy squelching ricochets off the walls. Surround sound of your wet little cunt being torn apart. Alex’s head begins to grow fuzzy. Only focused on one thing. Complete tunnel vision on making you cum and achieving climax himself.
His pace is relentless, pushing and pushing further until you can’t take it anymore. Spilling violently onto his cock. “Oh fuck- Alex.” You cry out. Alex peers down at you, eyes crazed like a mad man. He uses the opportunity to chase his own orgasm, viciously slamming into you until he stops. Releasing a fresh load deep inside of you. “Oh my god.” He cries. Collapsing onto of you.
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“Did you meant it?” You question, watching as Alex attempts to peel his sweaty body from yours. “When I told yuh I loved ya? Yeh.” He smiles, staring directly into your eyes. “Why couldn’t you tell me before? Did you not love me then?” You ask, trying to not upset yourself.
Alex notices that he hurt you. He’d known for years that he’d caused pain, if it was down to him. We would’ve reversed the course of time and expressed his feelings a lot sooner. But you’d moved on and you seemed happy. And then he found out that you’d been cheating on.
It hurt him, the idea of someone causing you as much pain as he did made him angry. Angry with himself mainly. “I were scared, I didn’t want ‘t hurt ya. But it backfired.” Alex shrugs, getting upset himself. “I want ‘t be with ya. Rest of me life. Please just give meh a chance?” He begs.
“One.” You respond, not wanting to repeat the same cycle 10 times over. “You’ve got one chance and if you fuck it up, I’m done Alex.” He leans forward. Pressing his plump lips to yours. “I promise yuh won’t regret it.” The two of you lay together, spending the rest of the night in each others embrace.
Not really looking forward to explain the situation to Matt. But unbeknownst to you, he already knew.
I’ve got a few ideas for stories in my head but I was wondering who you’d prefer to read.
Not promising these will be out any time soon, I’ve got the ideas but I haven’t started writing them as of yet x
In the process of writing the final story, I’ll choose the one with the most votes and go down in that order. Apologies for not posting in the meantime, I just really needed a break. My mental health is like a rollercoaster at the moment and I’m desperately trying to help myself out. CAMHS is just a pile of shit. Either way, I’ll be uploading them soon and hopefully you’ll have some new stories by the end of the week. Hope you enjoy babes - Em🫶🏻
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I’ve got a few ideas for stories in my head but I was wondering who you’d prefer to read.
Not promising these will be out any time soon, I’ve got the ideas but I haven’t started writing them as of yet x
