Hi Love! Joel Miller Has Rotted My Brain For Forever Now And I’m So Excited To See The Influx Of Fanfiction

cw: nsfw! 18+ mdni, f!reader

BEST FRIEND'S DAD!CLARK KENT who has to subtly give you a once over when Jon introduces you as his best friend from uni. Has to try not to smile as you stare at him dreamily. Who feels strangely satisfied when you manage to say “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Bf's dad, Clark, who tilts his head to the side just the slightest bit, and offers you his hand as if you weren't eye fucking him just now, “Pleasure's all mine, sweetheart.”

Bf’s dad, Clark, who always greets you with a big smile when you come over.

Bf’s dad Clark, who holds the car door open for you when he drops you off at your house late at night.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who’s so easy to talk to. Who listens carefully whenever you speak, always holding eye-contact. Who despite his size, is an absolute sweetheart. All wide eyes and dimples.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who the waiter mistakes for your boyfriend when taking your order, Jon conveniently timed to have been in the bathroom. Clark’s eyes widen comically, ears and cheekbones turning a lovely shade of red, as he waves his hands lowly, “Oh we’re not-” “So what’ll you have, honey?” your voice cuts him off, eyes still on the menu as you flip through it. When Clark doesn’t answer, you look up at him, raising your eyebrows and biting back a smile. 

You were enjoying this, he realized.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who can’t look at you in the eyes ever since. Who fidgets when you enter the room, making up any excuse to leave just to avoid thinking about you in that way. Because he does think about you. A lot. How couldn’t he? With your glitter covered eyes, lip gloss stained lips, and short skirts? He was a goner. He’d rather kick a wall than have to watch you reapply your lip gloss for the nth time. 

Bf’s dad Clark who has to pause his reading, glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose when you come over all giddy after a nail appointment, nails painted milky white, bows and other trinkets decorating them. Who has to hum and nod when you show them to him, acting as if he isn’t imagining your pretty hands around his cock. “Mm. Very pretty,” 

Bf’s dad, Clark, who has to watch you put cream on your legs while you’re all watching a movie. As if it's very common to do so in front of your best friend's dad. He thinks it shouldn’t be as erotic as it looked. Clark tries hard to keep his eyes glued on the tv and not stare at the way you sensually rub your hands up and down your thighs and calves.

Bf’s dad Clark who stiffens up, when Jon claims that “your legs are so sticky after though,” because how would his son know that?

Bf's dad Clark, who tosses and turns all night, trying to think back to all your past encounters, trying to pierce together how he missed the fact that you and Jon were dating. Because if you were, he was downright fucked.

Bf's dad Clark, who slowly starts getting mad at his son for not making it more obvious. For not kissing you whenever he saw you, not offering to drive you home, not treating you right. Clark who groans lowly and runs a hand down his face when he realizes that he's jealous of his own son.

Bf’s dad Clark who corners Jon the next morning, asking him all sorts of questions. “We’re obviously dating dad, I thought you knew..?”

Bf's dad, Clark who turns rigid, raising his voice at Jon for the first time in his life, still trying to be quiet for your sake, as you’re still sleeping upstairs. Whose fury isn't pointed to the fact that you and his son were dating, but more so to the fact that Jon didn’t pamper you enough. Didn’t give you any extra attention, didn’t spoil you like you deserved. And poor Jon has to hear his dad tell him to “Be a good boyfriend, I taught you better than that.”

Bf’s dad Clark, who gives his son a pointed look  when you finally come down to eat, yawning as you grab some cereal. Who has to watch his son turn and give you a quick peck on the lips, and then continue eating as if nothing happened. Has to watch you blink twice in surprise before shrugging and going back to your own food. 

Bf’s dad Clark who regrets telling his son to be more physical with you because he almost breaks a glass in his hands when he sees his son hugging you from behind one evening.

Bf's dad Clark, who clenches his jaw when you announce that you're going to leave and Jon jumps up to escort you, and walk you home. Clark who so badly wants to insist that he can take you home. That it's too cold out to walk, that a drive would be better. Clark who keeps his mouth shut instead.

Bf’s dad Clark who wants to curse Jon for inviting you over to their summer house. Clark who has to watch you walk around with your tiny bikini, skin still glistening when you get out of the pool. Clark who clenches his jaw tight and looks the other way when you offer to help Jon put some sunscreen on. 

Bf’s dad Clark who finds you in the kitchen that same night, swallowing hard as he watches you take a bite of a strawberry you were holding, claiming you were craving something sweet. 

Bf’s dad Clark who fucks you right against the counter you were leaning against, who has to hold his hand over your mouth as he circles his hips against you, his cock snug inside your tight cunt. Clark who melts when you give him an open-mouthed kiss, begging him to take you to bed. To his bed.

Bf’s dad Clark who can’t find himself worrying about the creaking of his bed when you’re riding him so well. Clark who hisses, and whose eyes roll back when you graze your nails against his pecs. Who has to fight the urge to bend you over and fuck you till you’re crying, has to remind himself that you’d definitely wouldn't be quiet then, when you’re barely keeping it together now. Clark who pulls you skin tight against him, who loves to feel your moans and whimpers against his lips.

Bf’s dad Clark, who wakes up the next day with you in his arms, swears he’d never slept so soundly in his life. Bf’s dad Clark who presses kisses all over your face, who later fucks you in the shower, and despite not wanting to ruin the moment, has to say something,

“Fuck, we can’t do this again. You’re dating my son, for God’s sake-”

“Clark. Jon is gay.”

oh.

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Would They Ever Force Themselves On r*pe Their Darling?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ WARNING : Pretty much obvious. No smut. This discussion involves non-consensual acts, coercion, and obsessive behavior. If you’re sensitive to such content, I’d advise against reading further.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Would he? No.

Bruce is the last person who would ever force himself on you. Despite his obsession, his rigid sense of morality, guilt, and deep-seated trauma make it impossible for him to cross that line. Bruce operates on control—self-control above all else. No matter how much he craves you, he will never take you by force.

However, Bruce’s obsession manifests differently—through extreme control. You aren’t allowed to leave, to date, to breathe without his permission. He isolates you, makes you dependent on him, ensures you feel like he’s your only option. He’ll gaslight you, manipulate you into staying, but physically taking you against your will? That’s a line he will not cross. He’d rather break himself than break you.

But if you try to escape? The punishment will be brutal. Not sexually, but physically restrained, locked away, stripped of any autonomy. He’ll remind you that you are his, that he is the only one who can protect you, and he’ll do anything to keep you in his grasp.

“I will never hurt you like that, but you’re not leaving me. Ever.”

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Would he? No. But... it’s complicated.

Dick is a walking paradox of affection and control. He loves you—adores you—but his love is overwhelming, suffocating, all-consuming. He needs you to love him back, to crave him as much as he craves you. He won’t rape you outright, but his obsession manifests in ways that blur the line between coercion and consent.

Dick wants you to want him. He’ll manipulate, guilt-trip, and play the victim to make you feel like you’re the bad guy for denying him. He showers you with affection, attention, and when you pull away, he punishes you emotionally—not through force, but through withdrawal. Cold stares, quiet disappointment, an unbearable sadness in his voice that makes you feel like you’re the one hurting him.

However, if you push him too far—if you reject him outright, try to leave, break his heart—he might snap. In a moment of desperation, he’ll hold you down, kiss you too hard, grip your wrists with bruising force—never quite crossing the line, but so close it makes your skin crawl.

“Don’t do this to us, baby. You love me—I know you do.”

— JASON TODD ⋆

Would he? No, not the way that you think.

Jason is a paradox. He hates rapists with every fiber of his being—he butchers them, makes them suffer in the worst ways imaginable. But here’s the twisted part: he doesn’t see himself as one.

Jason is violently possessive. If he feels like you’re slipping away, if you try to leave him, he won’t let you. He’ll tie you up, trap you, hold you against him, whispering in your ear that you belong to him.

Would he rape you? No. But would he force intimacy? Would he hold you down, keep you pinned beneath him, mark you with bruises, bite you, kiss you until you’re breathless, until you’re sobbing in his arms? Yes. Absolutely.

But the second he sees real, genuine fear in your eyes? He’ll break. He’ll hate himself. He’ll pull away, shaking with rage and disgust—not at you, but at himself. Because Jason may be a possessive, obsessive monster, but he will never be the thing he hates.

"I’d never hurt you like that. Never. You’re mine, but I won’t fucking take you like that. Don’t make me into something I can’t come back from, baby. Just… stay. Please."

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Would he? Yes. Without hesitation because he believes it's his right.

Damian is the coldest, most possessive, and least remorseful of them all. Damian doesn’t feel guilty—because in his mind, you already belong to him. There’s no moral dilemma, no hesitation. If you resist him, you’re wrong. If you say no, you don’t know what’s good for you.

Damian was raised by the League of Assassins, by Talia, by Bruce. He was never taught the concept of “no.” If he wants something, he takes it. If he wants you, he takes you. In his mind, it isn’t rape—it’s claiming what’s already his. You’re his wife, his queen, his possession.

Damian is calculated, methodical, deliberate. He’ll drug you if he has to, bind you in silk restraints, keep you locked away in luxury until you accept your fate. You will love him, because you have no other option.

“You misunderstand, beloved. You were mine from the moment I saw you. Struggling is beneath you.”

— MASTERLIST ☆

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‎ ˗ˏˋ TWIRL KISS ´ˎ˗ — r. cameron x reader

"hey rafe, i wanna try something," you chirp, stepping into his personal space with a spark in your eyes, bright with whatever wonderful idea just bloomed behind them.

your boyfriend regards you with that familiar brand of fond detachment — half-bored, half-curious. as if he's already expecting some kind of tomfoolery, but willing to humor you.

you rise eagerly onto your tippy-toes and kiss him.

pivoting lightly on the balls of your feet, you begin to spin, rotating your mouth against his in a crooked arc. the kiss distorts but stays connected — your lips sliding across his with uneven pressure, nose bumping his chin, cheek skimming bone, until you realign.

eyes closed, rafe lets it happen. he follows the motion with the barest tilt of his chin but doesn't move otherwise.

you complete a second, a bit clumsier circle. your neck begins to ache and your mouth slips briefly off-course, but you power through. arms loop around his neck at last, steadying yourself. your lips are swollen and damp with effort.

that's when he lifts you — hands around your waist, clean off the ground. one cradles the base of your skull, thumb resting just beneath your ear.

"you're gonna give yourself a neck cramp, dumbass,"

and then he really kisses you.

₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝑪𝒔 ♡̸ ꒷꒦˓

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀

ahaha heyyyy how you guys doin? i totally didn't disappear off the face of this app. ya girl decided to shift to medical biology instead of pharmacy because pharmacy ain't it fjfjfj. anyways, have fun with this babes.

you became shawn's manager to keep him in check. he thrived under the spotlight but he was too reckless, pissing off his opponents with his in-ring antics. you were there to compensate for his lack of brain cells. it was comedic (at least that's what vince tells you) to have you not fall for the heartbreak kid's charm and have Shawn constantly try to woo you. it doesn't work— for the most part.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn dances around you during his entrance to try and get you to crack a smile. after you've warmed up to him, kayfabe-wise, you dance with him after he wins a match.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn does your hair. he called your hair a birds nest once and you almost shoved your hairbrush down his throat.

"if you think it's bad, why don't you do it?!"

"gladly!"

as much as you hate to admit it, shawn knows his way around a hairbrush. he purposely makes your hair a /little/ bit worse than his ("i want the cameras to focus on me, not yo—aCk"). he makes sure your hair styles match most of the time. if he has braids, you have braids. if he has his hair down, you have your hair down. he thinks it's cute but god forbid he gives you a mullet.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he practices his promos with you backstage. the both of you usually sit across from each other, script in your hands. he insisted that he doesn't need to practice but you just raise your brow for him to pull out a steel chair to sit on.

"you sound constipated"

"well duh, i'm with you"

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

if it wasn't obvious enough, you tease each other a lot. it's insufferable.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he's protective of you. shawn would immediately be by your side when he notices someone bothering you, both backstage and ringside.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

you usually hold shawn's championship belts for him during his matches. he does this thing where he goes to you just to see his reflection on the belt. he would let you wear his belt sometimes too, "pretty girl, pretty gold. makes sense to me"

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he's insistent you give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck before every match. and his insistence would often be left unanswered. until that one time you did and he was left red in the face for a whole 10 minutes.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn is the reason why you know ABBA's entire discography. he doesn't stop singing it even though he doesn't sound as good as he thinks he is. you bought him an ABBA cd for his birthday once and he's never left home without it.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

you guys match colors. diesel calls the both of you, "Tweedledee and Tweedledum" because of it.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawns a sucker for attention. he would just be practicing his moves in a ring while youre reading a magazine. you could hear the mat shake before shawn goes, "did you see that yn?? did you see m—"

"yeah i did, that's great buddy"

you didn't.

Pqp, eu cuidaria tanto de vc Fran😭

#menamorafran

such a sweet picture :(💖

Be Honest [a jack x gn! reader oneshot] ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[slight fluff in one part, angst]

You never knew where Jack went during the day, or the afternoon, or the night. You didn't even know if his real name was Jack- it could've been Cornelius, Rupert, Travis, or Joe. You weren't sure, and you'll never be sure.

Jack wasn't very articulate at communication. Now, you wouldn't say you two were in a firm relationship either, but whatever it is, it's unhealthy. You saw him for an hour or two a day, sometimes you don't see him at all. When you did see him and attempt to converse, he'd doze off or say he needed to go see Tyler.

Who the hell was "Tyler?"

Sometimes he'd come home bruised. Or bloody. Or with a broken nose. You tried to ask about it once, but he yelled at you and told you to stay out of his business.

You didn't understand him or why you still wanted to be with him. Are you even with him?

Today, he was supposed to be back to take you out to dinner at 7 P.M. It's 9 P.M. So, you threw off your decent outfit and half-heartedly attempted to put on whatever clean clothes you could find.

You heard a knock on your apartment door, and it was probably Jack, but you made no effort to open it. He knocked a second time, nearly slamming on the door.

"Hey, open up," he said.

"It's already open," you called out from the kitchen.

The door creaked open slowly and closed within seconds. You heard footsteps walking towards you, but again, you didn't want to interact with him.

Jack grabbed you by the shoulder to turn you around. You were face-to-face with dried blood, a fresh bruise, and a raggedy looking man.

"You were supposed to take me out," you said, bitterly.

"I had to go to Lou's, I'm sorry," Jack started.

"Save it. I don't need to hear your excuses. Why did you need to go there? To get beat up? Because it sure looks like it," you gestured to his face and clothes.

"Something like that, yeah. It doesn't matter though, I'll make it up to you."

He made an effort to smile, but you couldn't see past the blood coating his teeth. You pushed his hand off your shoulder and walked to the living room. He followed you like a lost dog.

"I promise that I'll make it up to you," he pleaded.

"Get out of my apartment, Jack," you hissed, pointing towards your door.

"C'mon, let's just talk this out, alright? Communication, isn't that what you're always complaining about?"

"Complaining?" you scoffed. "You have some nerve to say I'm complaining when you're the one who doesn't even talk to me if I don't talk to you first. You don't even look my way! And then you come to my apartment, get blood all over my floors, and expect me to be okay with that?"

He stormed over to you and glared.

"All I have is that club. I need it. I need it to sleep. It makes me feel born again," Jack said, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"You're pathetic. You have ME. Am I not enough for you?" you snarled.

Jack answered quietly, "No, you're not."

You threw your hands up into the air and walked away from him again. And again, he followed.

"Be honest with me. Is someone hurting you? Are they forcing you to be part of their club? What is going on?"

You took his hand in yours and looked into his eyes. You searched his face for any sort of answer, a sign, anything.

He pulled away and frowned at you.

"No one is forcing me to do anything. I can't- I can't talk about it alright? It's one of the rules," Jack said.

"Be. Honest," you sighed. You felt a lump starting to form in your throat. You were getting choked up and your eyes were watering.

Jack noticed, but he didn't know what to do. He never knows what to do. He glanced at you and reached out to touch your shoulder, but you turned away.

You heard his footsteps walking towards your door, open it, and then leave. You knew he didn't leave right away. He never does. He just stands outside your door like a fool, waiting for you to open it. And every damn time, you opened it for him. But tonight was different. You kept the door closed and locked.

"I'm sorry."

You heard him, and he knows you heard him. But how can an apology be real if the same mistake keeps happening over and over?

You heard him sob outside your door, and he knows you heard him.

"Goodbye, Jack. Don't come here again," you whispered.

He heard you, and you know he heard you.

[END]

You’re Mine | Josh Lambert x Reader

fandom : Insidious (especially Chapter 2)

pairing : Possessed!Josh Lambert x Fem!reader

summary : You knew Josh when you were little. Two of you grew up together with Josh’s mother. You are an orphan and your mother used to be Josh’s mother’s best friend. You’ve known since childhood that Josh can see ghosts, more specifically the ghost of a woman who always bothers him. You two went through that kind of thing until you grew up and got engaged. But you didn’t expect that what happened to Josh this time was the worst….

Except you fuck Josh while he’s still possessed.

warning ⚠️ : Josh being possessive. sexually explicit content, fingering, rough and angry sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex.

That morning was the peak when you felt that the person sleeping with you was not really your fiancé, but someone else. Since Elise died, you have had an uneasy feeling that you swore you didn't want your hunch to be true, but as each day goes by Josh's behavior, you are increasingly convinced that your hunch about Josh killing Elise is probably true.

And now you feel so afraid of your own fiancé.

Josh hugged you from behind, his pale face exposed to the morning sun through the window, smiled at you, “I want to make hot coffee, do you want it too, hun?”

You rubbed your eyes, took off the blanket that was originally on your body then you said, “I hate coffee, do you remember?” you said quietly. You were a little scared by the change in Josh’s expression. You know that your fiancé is being possessed, but you have no other choice, you have to assume you don’t know anything for your own safety.

“Tea with a less sugar is enough for me.” you said again, then Josh smiled broadly and kissed your lips gently.

Since Elise's death, the most different thing that you feel about your fiancé is that he hasn’t slept with you again. Of course sex isn’t everything in your life, and you don’t mind if your partner just wants to cuddle and kiss while sleeping all night, but this isn’t like Josh Lambert at all. So far, you have never asked to have sex openly through words, but what you have done is only through touch.

You once tried to have a hot and intense kiss with your fiancé and started touching his cock, but he just smiled and didn’t seems care about it.

“thank you,” you said in a low voice as Josh handed you a cup hot tea.

You and Josh sat at the dining table, facing each other, you said, “Josh… I want to come with you to buy some breakfast on the road later. I haven’t had time to buy food supplies. When you get to school, can I borrow your car to go to the Grocery Store?”

“Yes, yes of course hun..”

Josh smiled, holding your hand gently. You act very awkward in front of him, how could it not be? You literally live at home with your fiancé who is being possessed. But then again, you have no choice, you have to stay calm, until you can contact his mother.

When you arrived at school, you got out of the car. Josh, with his face still looking deathly pale, smiled at you as you adjusted his tie. He touched your face really gently, and then kissed your lips. He did a French kiss by playing with his tongue, you breathlessly said, “stop...Josh...stop. We’re at school.”

Students passed by you and Josh and they giggled and smiled.

You smiled at him, “you are a teacher, there are a right time when we do that. Now go, be a good teacher and not mislead.” You said while pushing Josh’s back.

“Your woman is very sexy, sir!” said a student passing them with his gang. That guy chewed his gum while staring at your butt.

Josh turned his head and looked at the child angrily. you say, "please don't get carried away."

Josh didn't say anything, he just stared at the child's back as he walked further away from them. You noticed that Josh was looking at the man with hatred.

“Josh…”

“I want to go first, it's my time to teach.” said Josh briefly.

When Josh was about to leave, you patted his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I almost forgot to put the breakfast we bought earlier in your bag.” You said, then quickly opened the car door and took the lunch box containing gourmet sandwiches.

“Just give me that…” you said, grabbing his briefcase and opening it.

You gasped and were shocked when you were about to put Josh’s breakfast into his bag. You almost dropped the bag, he was really confused.

“Are you okay, hun?” Josh asked with a confused face.

You covered your mouth, your body felt cold sweat now. Because what you see is a sharp knife inserted between the book and the document paper.

You were so shocked that you couldn't even speak a word. With a shaking body and very scared, you opened the car door and locked it as you got into the car.

“What’s wrong, hun? What’s wrong!” Josh asked, his facial expression changed to anger, and became so scary.

He hit the car window several times, “What's wrong? You can talk to me, don’t just go away!” When you started driving your car, he was still trying to open the car door and hit the car window, but you quickly left the school.

You shed your tears. Your body is still frozen, and you are very, very scared. As you drive, you turn on your phone and open Lorraine Lambert’s number to call her.

It didn't take long, after the cellphone rang, Lorraine voice began to be heard amidst your sobs.

“What's wrong, Y/N? What's wrong with you?” Lorraine asked panicked.

“I saw a knife in Josh's bag earlier, and… and I….” you stopped because you feel out of breath.

Lorraine from the phone line tried to calm you down, “Please calm down, I know you’re very scared right now...” said Lorraine, you turned the steering wheel of your car to the right, towards a quieter road.

“I’m going to your house now, please be careful on the road.” said Lorraine then quickly turned off the phone.

When you got home, you saw Lorraine waiting for you in the yard. You quickly ran and hugged her. Your body is shaking because you’re still very scared. You guys went into the house and from there you told Lorraine everything.

“I think that when Josh went into that other world, something else came back.”

I know, I can feel. I think he's possessed. you said while lowering your head, “He’s different, I... I feel like I live in this house with a stranger.”

“You have to leave this house quickly.” said Lorraine in a serious tone.

“No, I’m fine. I can live with him as if nothing had ever happened before,” you said, wiping your tears, “I know he’s there, Mom, I know,” you said. You really consider Lorraine like your own mother, considering that she also raised you.

“Y/N…. you have to be careful. I will ask them for help, you hold on.”

You hated that this was all happening to you again, but you had no other choice.

After a long conversation that morning, now Lorraine has left you alone at home. This is your decision, to face everything alone. Even though you are often haunted and followed by the ghost of a woman dressed in white, you are okay with that and you know you can survive in that house until...

You feel someone’s breath on your chest then the breath moves towards your neck. A soft and seductive breath making you wake up and realize that you were fast asleep on the couch after Lorraine’s visit.

You saw those blue eyes that looked so perfect with that deathly pale face that showed so much lust.

Without warning, Josh grabbed your body which was still on the couch. He bit your neck aggressively and full of lust. You froze, and surprisingly, you didn’t fight back at all. You just woke up and suddenly your fiancé who is being possessed is try to fuck you after you haven’t done it for a long time.

You know that he’s being possessed, but you’re suddenly weak, because miss that body…

and that dick.

“Hun, I’m really sorry... I should have explained to you about earlier. What you see… it was a carving knife. The art teacher there asked me to bring an art carving knife for wood carving leather crafts, because I used to have one..” Josh said in a very soft voice against your cheek.

“No, it wasn’t a carving knife, I saw it!” you said trying to defend yourself.

But Josh held your body, “Shhhh, hun, please stop being like this. You left me like before, all this time you were also scared and paranoid.”

“No, but…” you said but Josh quickly covered your lips with his index finger, “don't ruin this moment, bitch.”

Josh’s expression changed drastically to become very scary. He bit your neck causing you to let out a moan from your mouth. He put his body on top of you, his lips moved to your jaw and he kissed and lick your jaw very aggressively.

You felt Josh’s breath rising and falling on your neck and jaw. He said, “Your fragrance makes me even more crazy… than what I did before.”

You don’t understand what Josh means, about what crazy things he did before. You try to fight him, but you can’t. You were too weak for him, and he put you in paradise.

Josh’s right hand entered your thin shirt and he immediately opened your bra from behind. His fingers traced the perfect shape of your breasts through your shirt, and he played with your nipples with lazy movements.

You can’t deny it. He look dead and pale but that made him look even hot.

Josh opened your thin shirt roughly, almost tearing it. He unbuttoned your pants, and now inserted his fingers into your clit. He played with your clit then inserted two fingers into your pussy, he’s making you moan so loud.

He looks at you with a satisfied smile because he has made your pussy very wet.

Josh opened your leggings roughly. He starts to take out his hard cock and insert it into your vagina very quickly.

You can feel the couch that you’re laying on is very wet now. Josh fucked you very fast. Makes you moan very loudly all the way to the end of the room. Josh- who incidentally you know that he’s not really Josh because he’s being possessed, honestly…. whoever he is now, he fucks you really good.

“You’ve been waiting a long time for my cock into your pussy, right… slut?” said Josh then he started to speed up his movements. “You know what I’m doing, but you choose to stay here because you are a miserable bitch who wants me to fuck so hard like this?”

Josh kissed your lips very aggressively, then he choke your neck. He speeds up the movement of his hard big cock in you, making you even more out of breath because he’s choking you harder.

“Please...” you groaned, trying to pull Josh’s hands away which were choking your neck.

You thought at that moment he was going to kill you, but apparently he didn’t. He released the choke when he was cum in you.

Josh this time hugged your body, and continued his movements, which this time were gentler than before, he continued without removing his cock from inside you. It's like, he won’t stop until you’re completely cum.

“Why are you so beautiful...”Josh said hoarsely in your ear, he kept kissing your lips brutally, “you’re mine, no one can see your body and praise you except me.” Josh said against your lips.

He bites your neck again, and now your neck is very visible with red marks. You felt his big cock speed up in your pussy, and Josh kissed your jaw, you were instantly at your climax. Josh quickly takes his cock out of your pussy and then you cum everywhere.

Josh kissed you, “It was all worth it.”

You looked away and said, "Josh.. what were you doing before?” You emphasized the last word as he said it earlier.

Josh smiled as if he didn't know anything, “What? What do you mean?”

THE END.

Young & Beautiful - Fernando Alonso

Song Series - Fernando Edition

Summary: Fernando doubts that his girlfriend will want him for long, but she promises that her love has no conditions.

Themes: age gap

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There wasn't exactly subtle thoughts on Fernando and y/n's relationship. Headlines from media, sly comments from commentators. Even other drivers had shared some thoughts on the matter.

Admittedly some of them were hoping to be the ones who got to date her. But Fernando was the only one who she had eyes for.

Y/n is unshakeable when it comes to being fazed by any of that. She found a man she loves and who takes care of her. Why would she care what strangers have to stay on the matter?

Fernando loves her all the more for it, but sometimes he does wonder if she feels doubts secretly. Doubts that she'll be there for long, she'll realise that her time with him is more limited than if she chose another man. One closer to her age.

"Nando! Stop staring at yourself in the mirror and come watch a movie with me. This suite didn't give us a cinema sized tv for us to waste." Y/n states excitedly, her energy always so contagious. At least for Fernando.

"I am coming, you are always in a rush."

"I got so many good snacks from room service. I know you can't eat most of it. But...you can live vicariously through me." Y/n smiles making the old man smile at her and nod taking her hand as he allows her to guide him into the lounge area where she has taken the make yourself at home curtesy to heart.

Y/n smiles as she pats the seat next to herself and he sits down, enjoying as she cuddles into him.

"Te amo." Y/n smiles making him look down at her finding her gaze already directed up at him. "If we spent every day like this in a few years when you do finally retire, then I'll be content. But also I know you and your restless self need more fun activities to kill time."

"I would happily watch movies if it means that you still love me when I am old and ugly." Fernando semi-jokes, he does actually wonder what he might have to do in hopes of keeping her in his life for a long time.

"You could never be old and ugly. You age like fine wine, Fernando Alonso." Y/n laughs then picking up his hand to kiss her. "Anyway, it's me who should worry. Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

Fernando is in shock of her words, joking or not he is hurt by the idea that he'd lose interest in y/n because she has to age at some point.

"You will always be beautiful. No matter how old you are." Fernando states earning a small grateful smile. "You are beautiful, and beauty does not fade with age unless you have bad taste."

"It's a very good thing we both have good taste." Y/n chuckles earning a smile from the older man. "I think you should have at least 1 bite of food."

"I will have more than 1 bite. I am old, but fit. I do not need to always follow a strict diet and I enjoy eating when I am with you."

-

Y/n smiles picking up her bag from the car only as she moves around linking he hand with her awaiting boyfriend but he quickly takes her bag to carry for her.

"Oh thank you." Y/n laughs before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I was thinking. I might actually spend a couple hours around here then see if there's somewhere to get my nails done. With all the travelling I've not been staying on top of them."

"Not the nail." Fernando gasps lifting her hand and looking at her outgrown nails. "Ah mi amor, your nails!"

Y/n can't help but laugh pushing him away from herself as he mocks her though she knows he will fuss over her fresh nails. She got a set inspired by his helmet designs few races ago and he posted it online himself along with showing several of the team at the time.

"You get new nails and toe." Fernando states making her smile at him for a moment.

"I'll let you choose the design. I'll send you some pictures for inspiration and you can choose." Y/n smiles as he then kisses her hand softly.

"How did I get so lucky?" Fernando questions before helping her into the paddock ahead of himself.

"You are a lucky man." Y/n giggles spinning around to face him as she steps backwards walking ahead of him. "But I am the luckiest woman."

Fernando tsks never liking for her to value herself as less than him because he doesn't think plucking the moon and every star from the sky would be enough for her to understand how much she means to him.

But in some ways he also just feels that he does not deserve her. He's more subtle in it than she is, and she always reaffirms that while she might say such things. She is there to stay.

"Maybe I should get Aston Martin green?" Y/n hums in a moment of thought. "It'd be quite nice wouldn't it."

"The white and green is nice."

"Mmm...I'll see if I can think up a design idea or find one that would work with those colours." Y/n hums while he smiles.

-

Fernando considers himself very luck knowing that y/n had the pick of the litter when it comes to dating. There's no shortage of interest and even with Fernando by her side as she dotes on him.

But admittedly there's nothing better than seeing y/n in her nightly routine which is much longer and more tedious than his but sometimes she pulls him along to join in when he is feeling more energetic at the end of a day. But most of the time he just watches.

She patters around the room, always well presented in a matching set for pyjamas, usually something silky and lacey. He loves it so much.

"You always watch me." Y/n comments climbing in bed with him.

"It is hard to not look at the most beautiful thing in the room." Fernando shrugs watching her get a little flustered. "I love you a lot and I like to watch you."

"You are...perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you." Y/n sighs shaking her head as she slides down to lie half on top of him.

"Some days I worry you will leave me when you get too old. You will realise that there is a reason people tend to date people their own age." Fernando admits in a sudden vulnerable moment while y/n softens slightly. "It is me that needs to worry about what I will do without you."

"Mi amor." Y/n grins proud to be the one who gets to use the term of endearment in such a way. "Your age means more to you than it means to me. I don't care how old you are, I will age too and I want to live out our long lives together. There is no one else that I want."

"You say that but-"

"No. No but. Fernando Alonso. The love I feel for you is like nothing else I've felt and it has no limit. Why would I choose less than what I have with you? Unless you think me stupid?" Y/n challenges making Fernando tsk at her.

"You are not stupid." He states earning a huff and nod. "I just never want you to feel unhappy with me or like you are unable to leave."

"Two things that are impossible." Y/n promises in a soft whisper then sighing. "We'll live a long life together, one that I want for both of us."

"I want that too."

"Good...and I'll do whatever I need to for as long as I need to for you to believe me when I say it." Y/n states shifting around to lie down properly. "Now, cuddle me and let's get some sleep."

"Yes boss." Fernando smiles rolling over to kiss her softly. "I did not not I could love you more but you really gave me so much reason to love you the impossible amount more that I do."

"I love you too. But I think I've made that clear by now."

"Yes. I will have to find a few ways to make sure the message is returned loud and clear."

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Dating Shawn Michaels Headcanons

When you first met him you thought he was a prick and he absolutely was one. You tried to avoid him because you heard the rumors about him being an asshole

You avoiding him definitely made him like you more. Shawn never realized it until he met you but he definitely enjoys the chase.

He finally gets you alone and for once doesnt act like a jerk off. He’s very nice even if it is just to get you to talk to him.

When you guys finally hit it off you try to keep things lowkey but that doesn’t work for Shawn. You’re pretty hot shit yourself and he wants everyone to know you’re with him.

He likes to grab you by the waist when he catches other guys looking at you backstage. He makes a show of grabbing your waist and giving it a little squeeze.

Being lowkey goes out of the window with Shawn. He makes you share a locker room with him. He won’t admit but he’s paranoid about guys trying to hit on you when he’s not around.

Taking care of him when his habits get a bit too out of hand. You always pull his hair back for him while he vomits in the toilet.

When no one is around you call him sugar. Shawn loves when you baby him after he’s feeling like shit and you call him that. “Come here sugar.” Just like that he’s slinking in the bed next to you while you play in his hair.

He asks you to move in with him fairly early into your relationship. He knows you’re the one and he wants to be under you all the time when he’s not on the road. Eventually he asks you to start traveling and staying in his hotels too.

Shawn loves that you’re different in that you’re honest with him. He might not like it and may even throw a little bitch fit but he knows you mean well.

Everyone is unsure how Shawn managed to bag you. He’s a major a- hole you’re a pretty little thing who’s pretty sweet for a top earner. None of the arrogance of your partner.