please stop saying my name

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A/N: Sorry to all of our followers who aren’t smut fans for hitting y’all with all the smuts lately, lol… Anyways, most of them ended up being dialogue… Ma B lol…


“Oh, I like that! Please don’t stop, Y/N.”


“That’s right. Say my name baobei…”


“That was too sexy, baby girl.”


“Louder! That’s it, just say my name…”


*Lay wouldn’t stop and will make it his goal to make sure all you’re doing is screaming.*


“Mmmm… Damn~ baby! You’re driving me crazy.”



(Just Kidding)

*Chen will groan and start thrusting faster.*


*Chanyeol would be extremely motivated by this, he’d start biting his lip as he’d begin to go slower to tease you, but that will only make things get hotter and sexier, leaving you dizzy and screaming his name in ecstasy*


“That’s right, scream for me.”



(Sorry I’m having way too much fun right now… lol)

*Tao is actually very into it. Until you moan loudly and gain his attention then he will begin to go harder till all your doing is screaming his name.*


*He would not stop till you both climax.*

“Say my name baby~ Mmmmm… You like that huh?”


*He will start kissing you roughly while going faster and harder, eager to hear you screaming his name louder.*

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listen… hyungwon wrote my name w his own hand im gonna cry thats rlly my name in korean bitchdhsh……. he said im the best :// w two cute ass stars…….. icb im crying over this but i am ? he did that ? 4 me ? :(

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Satisfied - Gwaine

Fic #11 of the Hamilton Prompts
Song: Satisfied
Warning: ANGST

“It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring the dress with your younger sister. She squealed a little and nodded. She laced her arm in yours and put her head on your shoulder.

“I’m so happy, Y/N,” she said. “Do you think Gwaine will like it?” You sighed, staring at the wedding dress.


“Do you think he has everything ready?” she asked.

“I’m sure. Leon and Merlin are keeping a close watch on him.” She sat down on her bed, and started chewing her lip nervously. You sighed and put your hand on her shoulder. “Do you want me to go check?”

“Yes!” she said, jumping up. “Would you?”

“Of course. Anything for my sister.”

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing your hand. 

Merlin smiled at your awkwardly as you walked towards the door he was now guarding. You stopped when he clearly wasn’t going to move. 

“Merlin,” you said softly. 

“Yes?” he asked, smiling at you widely. 

“Can I come in?” you asked.

“What for?”

“To check on my sister’s fiance.” He was still looking at you awkwardly. “Merlin, please.”

“Okay.” He moved to the side, and you swept past him, picking up your dress as you moved into the dimly lit room. The wedding was to take place at one today, so all the prep had to be done in the early morning light. 

When you walked in, the curtains around the bed were swaying slightly, due to the open window across the room. Leon was talking softly, but stopped when he saw you.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Y/N.” You noticed now that Gwaine was lying on the bed, but sat up when he saw you.

“Hi. Eliza wanted me to stop by,” you said, looking away from the dark haired man, and turning your attention to Leon. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, things are going perfectly, actually. But I do need to check with Arthur. Could you make sure that Gwaine is dressed properly?” he asked, although was already halfway to the door. You stuttered a response, but couldn’t do anything but stand there. The door closed, and you forced yourself to look back at Gwaine.

“So, I don’t think you really need my-”

“Y/N,” Gwaine said, cutting you off as he got out of bed. You looked at him as he walked closer to you. “Are we just going to pretend that things are normal?”

“Things are normal,” you said. “You are marrying my sister today, and you’ll live a normal life.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N,” he said again.

“Please stop saying my name.”

“Please stop avoiding my eyes,” he said. You looked at him, really looked at him, and tried not to look away, even though that would have been easier. “We never talk about that night.” You shook your head and did look away. You went across the room to where the wardrobe was, and opened it up, looking for what he would wear at the wedding.

I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days,” you said. 

“Regret it?” he asked, walking towards you. You pulled out his clothes, and moved back to his bed, laying them out. 

“You’re marrying my sister, Gwaine. Whatever happened that night-”

“Was amazing,” he said, finishing a sentence you couldn’t even start. You shook your head. “Do you remember what I said to you? The first time that I saw you in a year.”


You strike me, as a woman who has never been satisfied,” he said, repeating his words. You sighed, and looked at him painfully.

“Gwaine, please.” He stared you down, until you said what he wanted you to, what you said when you saw him that night. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.”

You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

“Gwaine. This isn’t a conversation we can have. You’re marrying my sister in four hours. Please, just let me get you ready, and I can go.”

“And what? We’ll forget about this? About us?”

“There is no us,” you said coldly.

“Y/N,” he said, walking forward, taking you by the arms. “Please-”

“Please?! There’s nothing I can do. Or you for that matter.” You pulled away from his grip with everything you had in you. “Your clothes are laid out. I’ll see you at the ceremony.”

You walked towards the door, and were glad that Gwaine didn’t do anything to stop you. Merlin was standing at the door, and smiled at you sadly.

“You have to stop eavesdropping,” you said to him. He sighed, and struggled to say something. You kept walking, knowing that you had to get Eliza ready. Every step you took was harder to take, harder to walk away from Gwaine. 

Eliza was dressed when you walked in, and she was struggling to put her hair up. She squealed when she saw you, and raced towards you. She hugged you tightly.


“Well,” you said, not realizing what she was asking.

“How was he? How was Gwaine? Is he all ready?”

“He’s starting to.”

“How did he look?” she asked, sitting down in front of her mirror as you started brushing your hair. 

“Handsome,” you said breathlessly. She smiled happily. You tried to smile, too, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Eliza seemed to look at you curiously, but looked away when Guinevere walked in. 

“Hello,” she said. “How’s it going in here?”

“Great,” you said instantly. “Right, Eliza?”

“Yes,” she said, standing up to hug her. While she did, Gwen looked at you with a knowing look. You frowned down at your feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. 

“Well, I believe there is something Morgana wants to give you before the ceremony,” Gwen said. Eliza smiled and looked at you.

“Do you want me to go-”

“No, I’ll get it. Meet me at the door before?” she asked. You nodded and she gave your hand a squeeze as she walked out of the door. You sighed when it shut and Gwen turned to look at you. 

“Not right now, Gwen,” you said.

“When would you like to have this talk? After Gwaine marries your sister and you live your life in misery?”

“That was the plan,” you said cynically. 


I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no sons, so I’m the one who has to social climb. I’m the oldest, wittiest, the gossip, and Camelot is insidious. And Gwaine,” you said, sighing. “Is penniless, but that doesn’t mean I want him any less.” Gwen looked at you sadly, and opened her mouth to say something. 

“Eliza has to marry Gwaine. It’s my job to grow status for our family, it’s hers to find happiness,” you said.

“You didn’t think that when you first saw him.” You shook your head, knowing she was right. 

He was so handsome. He knew it, too. I wanted to take him far away from this place with me. I might have, too, if I didn’t see Eliza’s face. She was helplessly in love with him, right then.” You turned to look at Gwen, fighting off the tears that were already falling. 

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned, he’d be mine. She would say she’s fine, but she’d be lying.”

Gwen came forward and hugged you tightly, and you cried on her shoulder for as long as she could. Eventually, though, you had to pull away. You promised Eliza that you’d meet her at the doorway to the ceremony. 

“I have to go.”

“Okay,” Gwen said, wiping a tear of her own away. “I’ll see you in there.”

Gwaine and Eliza sat at the head of the table, right next to Arthur. You sat on Eliza’s right, keeping your eyes on your food. Arthur had just made a speech, and it was clear that it was time you made one, too. You locked eyes with Gwen and then Merlin from across the room. They each gave you a reassuring nod as you stood.

To the groom!”

To the groom!” the crowd repeated.

To the bride!”

To the bride!” they mimicked again. 

From your sister, who is always by your side. To your union, and the hope that you provide. May you always be satisfied!” you said, raising your glass once more with the crowd. Everyone toasted to the happy couple, who kissed as you sat down. 

You finished the rest of your speech in your head, looking down at the bubbles in your glass to keep the tears from pooling out of your eyes. “But when I fantasize at night it’s Gwaine’s eyes, as I romanticize what might have been if I hadn’t sized him up so quickly. At least my dear Eliza’s his wife. At least I keep his eyes in my life. And I know, she’ll be happy as his bride. And I know, he will never be satisfied. I will never be satisfied.

Shoutout to all the girls with big boobs/and or big butt who CONSTANTLY get oversexualized because clothes fit them differently.

She finds him in a garden at the Jedi Temple just before dusk, two days after she commanded the execution of Order 66. She can tell by the look on his face and the set of his shoulders that he’s already been inside. All of the bodies have been removed and properly cremated, but there hasn’t been time for a full clean-up. She knows the hallways of the Temple are still littered with smears of blood and the scorched rubble left behind by blaster fire.

The area is completely deserted; the only two lifeforms around are herself and the man collapsed on a set of steps like a puppet with its strings cut. He doesn’t look up as she approaches, but the subtle way his body twitches as she gets closer indicates his awareness of her presence. She halts a few feet in front of him, skirt swishing against the ground as she stops. They remain like that – she, calmly standing before him, gaze sweeping over his dirty robes and soot-stained auburn hair, and  he, slumped on the concrete steps, eyes locked dazedly on the ground – for a few aching moments.

“Obi-Wan,” she finally says when it becomes clear that he is not going to be the first one to speak.

“Padmé,” he spits out. He at last tears his eyes from the ground to look up at her, avoid her eyes, as he asks, voice harsher than she’s ever heard it before, “Or is it Empress Amidala now?”

“Obi-Wan,” she sighs out his name, the way a mother would address a child who was being particularly difficult. “Please don’t –”

“Stop saying that!” he shouts, cutting her off. “Stop saying my name like we’re friends!”

“We are friends,” she reminds him, gently.

“You’re a Sith, Padmé!” he scoffs and jolts to his feet, lurching toward her. Though she does not step back, knowing better than to show any weakness by giving ground, she cannot stop her hand from twitching toward her waist, where her lightsaber is concealed beneath her cloak.

His eyes do not miss the motion and all the fight seems to drain out of him, abruptly. The brief bout of anger is gone as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but weariness and sorrow. He staggers back and falls once again onto the steps.

“How could you?” he whispers, “Padmé, how could you?”

There are a thousand different things she could offer in response, explanations and justifications, lies and appeasements. But the only thing she says is, “Because I had to.”

It’s not enough. “Why?” Obi-Wan cries. Tears are slipping down his checks now, making twin tracks through the dirt and grime. His despair is palpable in the Force; she can feel it radiating from him. She has her own emotions locked down tightly behind her mental shields. One of them has to remain calm.

Slowly, she moves forward and lowers herself to sit on the steps beside him. While he flinches slightly as she reaches out to cover his hand with her own, he doesn’t move away from her. He still won’t meet her eyes, but that doesn’t surprise her. When the truth had come out between her and Anakin, she had stopped concealing her eyes in front of him. He’d spent the first few days unable to look into them for more than a few moments at a time. She has to admit, even she’s still occasionally unsettled by their eerie yellow glow.

They sit quietly for some time, each lost in their own thoughts, both longing for the days when words and affection alike had flown easily between them. Finally, she knows they can prolong this moment of fleeting tranquility no longer.

“I am your friend,” she reasserts, squeezing his hand. She counts it as a small victory that he does not outwardly protest it this time, though inside he must still have his doubts.  

“I know that you don’t understand,” she tells Obi-Wan, voice a soothing hum. “I know that you’re scared and confused, and you feel betrayed. I could promise you that I’m not evil and I haven’t gone insane, that I am still the same woman you have called friend for years now, but I don’t know if you would believe me.”

He doesn’t deny it, and she smiles at him, sad but unsurprised. She had known before she’d come here that pacifying Obi-Wan would be no easy task. That was why she’d left Anakin at home, even though he was anxious to make sure his former Master was safe and unharmed.

She can feel that his anger and fear have abated. He is terribly sad, so very lost and unsure. Sensing his weakness, she allows hope to bubble up inside her, hope that she still has a chance to sway him to her side, that she will not lose yet another of her friends to their own stubborn refusal to yield.

Resolve strengthening, she rises gracefully to her feet and turns to look down at him. “Come home with me, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she implores, holding out her hand. “Let my husband treat your injuries, meet my newborn children. And let me prove to you that our friendship has not been a lie.”

He slowly lifts his eyes to meet hers, gazing into the tangible truth of her nature for the first time. After a long moment, he looks down at her deceptively small and gentle hand. It trembles ever so slightly as, heart pounding fiercely in her chest and longing a sickening twist in her stomach, she waits to see if he will take it.

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Chapter 17 (Behind the Walls)

Behind the Walls Masterlist

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,752

Warnings: Intense kissing…and some mentions of bad relationships!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your advisor recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

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The first time they have sex Dean was definitely not counting on Cas pulling a face that can only be described as discomfort. "Please, stop saying that" "saying what?" "My father's name". This causes Dean to both blush and burst out laughing because "what else am I supposed to say?!" "Not my fathers name! It's quite off putting!"

But habits are hard to kill, so when Dean follows Cas over the edge with a should of “Jesus fucking Christ”, Cas just glares at him and says, “mentioning him is not much better, Dean.”

And Dean will tell him to shut up and blame it on the mind blowing orgasm, which will make Cas all smug and cuddly (which was Dean’s goal all along).

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i baked macaroons for an office party a few weeks back and now everyone thinks i'm trying to start some kind of rivalry with taako... i just wanted to be nice! they're not even the same kind of macaroons, they're the coconut ones. i keep finding flyers in the hallway that say BOB BAKEOFF!! with my name on them please stop i'm not having a bakeoff with taako i don't even think he knows who i am and i would prefer to keep it that way


Sunday Speed Writing part 9


Summary: Remus keeps pronouncing Sirius’ middle name wrong and Sirius has had enough.

A/N: Based on this prompt. I hope you like it!

Words: 353

Sirius knew Remus knew how to pronounce his middle name, and yet he kept saying it wrong, after having for some reason decided to use that one rather than his first name that entire day. Sirius knew he was doing it on purpose, most likely since Sirius had annoyed him one too many times that week. But this was just childish.

“Stop it,” he snapped after Remus had said his name wrong again.

“Stop what?” Remus replied innocently.

“You know what. Stop acting stupid.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” It was the addition of his middle name that was the last straw. It wasn’t even similar to how you actually pronounced it this time, and Sirius had had enough.

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“I trail my fingers across his cheek. He stays perfectly still for me. “Please stop apologizing, Étienne.”

“Say my name again,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and lean forward. “Étienne.”

He takes my hands into his.Those perfect hands, that fit mine just so. “Anna?”

Our foreheads touch. “Yes?”

“Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.”

Chaos pt. 5 (Fin)

Bucky x avengers x reader

Notes: SMUT, violence, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, more violence. 


‘Not yet’ he growls as he lunges at me.

His heavy body covers mine completely as he takes my lips in a ferocious kiss. His erection pressed against my wet folds, the taste of myself still covering his lips; now also covering mine, it’s almost too much. My body hasn’t forgotten how close I was to my climax and the build up begins again. The filth of his kiss, the metal fingers gripping the back of my neck; his warm flesh fingers taking my nipple and pulling roughly as I claw at his back. He rocks his hips against me, desperate for some friction against his rock hard cock. I’m losing my mind. My thoughts go from scrambled to simply incoherent fragments of what once was.

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Dreaming With A Broken Heart.

A/N: This imagine is inspired by a previous short series I wrote which can be found here and here. It is not necessary for you to read these in order to understand this post but if you would like a backstory of the relationship, it can be found in that series.

“Oh come on. You’re moving slow!”

Easy for you to say with your fast, football playing legs that never stop moving.

I had ridiculously agreed to join James for a trip to the training center this morning and he thought it would be brilliant to start the early day with a light jog the rest of the way inside after he had parked. Terrible, terrible idea.

Because I hadn’t quite dressed for exercise. The thin, summer sandals I wore were threatening to slip off of my feet and if it weren’t for me wearing shorts and a tank top, I may have sweated through layers of clothing. I followed closely, or at least as closely as I could, behind my friend who was eager to start his day here when all I was hoping was we could grab breakfast and I could return to bed. I was not a morning person.

“I’m not sure if anyone else is here. We have the day off so I’m not sure I can entertain you with the shirtless views of my teammates,” he chuckled as he spoke over his shoulder, bringing his jog to a halt.

I clasped my hands in front of my chest, pretending to bat my eyelashes with admiration and disappointment as I looked up at the sky. “Oh no. What am I going to do without seeing footballers and fainting over their mere gaze at me? What am I ever to do?” I laughed and playfully pushed him as we walked forward.

“You know, you actually sound just like that whenever Leonardo DiCaprio comes onscreen.”

“But that’s DiCaprio. You all are mere peasants to the heavenly view that is that man.”

James didn’t bother to entertain my jokes any longer, gaining access to the area where the pitch was. I could hear the muffled sounds of voices and as I looked on, I could see a few men kicking a ball back and forth. “I guess some of my teammates are here. Want to meet them?”

“Sure.” I gave a slight shrug as if it was no big deal but in reality, my head was spinning and my heartbeat was beginning to quicken. I was nervous, my palms were sweating, I wanted to turn and run back to the car to safety. It wasn’t because I was going to be meeting world famous footballers. Who cared about that?

I had met James closely after his arrival in Madrid and we became friends fast. I helped him become familiar with the area and adjust as quickly as humanly possible and he thanked me in the form of baked goods and early morning messages that always seemed to wake me up at 7 a.m. on command. It felt…familiar.

Like I was with…


In the midst of my clustered thoughts, I hadn’t realized James had ended up moving quicker than I had, already close to the bunch of guys who were now looking between me and him. I should have sped up my steps but I instead continued moving just as slowly.

There were unfamiliar eyes but the familiar eyes quickly made up for the innocent look from the strangers as theirs instead seemed to hold tension and if I could identify it correctly, hate.

Of course those eyes belonged to Iker.

“This is my friend—“ James began to speak excitedly but he was quickly cut off.

“We know her name,” Cristiano spoke first. He took a step forward towards me. Of course it would be him. “So nice to see you again.” My attention spanned out as soon as he said my name, lifting my head that had dropped in the process of being acknowledged to see Sergio looking everywhere but towards me, eventually walking off without even a word.

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. I didn’t want to run after him and be rejected or to have him lay into me with words of hate but I also didn’t feel so welcomed in the circle of friends I was currently in. James looked curiously between Sergio’s departure and his teammates. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Oh, a lot of things,” Iker stated as he stared directly at me.

I didn’t think there would come a day when Sergio and I’s path would cross again but that was ignorant of me to think. His club practically dominated Madrid, their influence spreading even further than those boundaries. He was everywhere. I was bound to see him somewhere, somehow but I thought when that day came I’d be prepared. We would both be so far removed from the situation that it would be like running into an old friend and briefly catching up with the happenings of our life.

I thought back to the days of excitement, lust, sex, the danger of being caught with him when I was already married. I was young and dumb and though I was still one of those things, I felt I had matured enough to be removed from the ‘dumb’ category. Sure, I still made irresponsible decisions sometimes but none as irresponsible as sleeping with Sergio Ramos behind my husband’s back.

Those months were a whirlwind and it only became even more of a disaster when I was faced with the decision of returning to my husband, who was aware of my infidelity, or running into the instability of Sergio’s arms.

I chose my husband.

But that didn’t turn out to be such a stable path either as he was unable to forget and forgive as easily as he thought he may have. He removed himself from working for Real Madrid, packed his things and insisted he needed a break.

It was a break that became permanent.

And even though divorce papers were still sitting on my desk at home and my parents still had a picture hanging up of me and Matthew in their living room, it seemed so long ago that I was happy with him.

I was jolted out of my thoughts as I felt someone grabbing my arm and I met James’ curious eyes as he led me away. I looked to see a few of the guys continuing to look at us before returning their attention to what they had been doing before our arrival.

“What the hell is going on? Why is everyone looking at you crazy?”

“James…” I huffed.

“Explain.” His tone was stern and even though he was younger than me by a few years, it seemed he was taking the authoritative, in charge role of an older brother.

“So I’m divorced…”

“I’m aware. Daniela has cried with you plenty of nights.”

I bit down on my lip, being reminded of how I hadn’t exactly revealed all of the details of my divorce to my new friends. “It was because of Sergio,” I uttered lowly, my head dropping with shame.

“WHAT?” I could tell he was taken off guard by how loudly he exclaimed his question, his eyes widening.

“I…I cheated on my husband with Sergio.”

“Wait, wait.” He began to pace, trying to piece together what was quickly being revealed to him. “You had an affair with my teammate, correct?”

I nodded.

“And now the whole team hates you? Why would they…”

I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn hot underneath the sun and with the accompanying memories that flooded my mind. “He gave me a choice. Sergio,” I clarified. “After my husband found out, Sergio said that if I wanted I could leave my old relationship and move on with him.”

James began filling in the blanks. “And you chose your husband?” I simply nodded, leaving us in silence for a moment.

“Go talk to him.”

Now it was me who was taken off guard and yelling loudly. “What?! N-No. I can’t. He hates me. He’ll—“

“He doesn’t hate you. Go talk to him.”


He gave me that stern look and I sighed, wilting to his demands. Things became a blur around me, my feet moving but my mind not following, until I was in another area and I spotted the familiar features of his slicked back hair still neat even with the sweat that gathered on his forehead. His back was turned to me which maybe was a good thing.


“The bathroom’s back there,” he spoke bluntly without even turning to look at me.

“I don’t need the bathroom.”

“Well then I’m not sure why you’re talking to me because I can’t help you with anything else.” It was now that he turned to face me and those cold eyes sent a shiver down my spine. He was usually the one always braced with a smile and a joke to get me to smile as well. That was no longer.


His eyes closed and his jaw flexed before he spoke, “Please stop saying my name.”

“James said I should talk to you…”

A dark chuckle escaped his throat. “James. Always trying to help someone. Tell him you tried. It didn’t work.” He began to walk forward and past me but it went unsuccessful as I used all of my strength to grab onto his arm and hold him into place by my side.

“You can’t keep hating me.”

“That’s the thing. I don’t hate you. I’m just trying to forget you.” His tone was cold and he shook from my grip, now continuing his journey out. I stood shocked for a moment until I gathered a rare moment of courage and turned around to see him walking out, yelling after him.

“But you can’t!”

That rare moment seemed to catch his attention as he stopped in his tracks and looked back at me, as if urging me to continue on speaking so I did. “You’ll never forget me. You’ll never forget what we had no matter how hard you try.”

It was his turn now to speak as his steps slowly brought him back to me. “I tried. I fucking tried! I was willing to risk everything for you but you weren’t even willing to get rid of a dwindling relationship for me. I was in love with you and you were willing to return to a man who barely even looked at you the way I did! You left me as if I didn’t even matter to you, like I was just some entertainment on the side when you got bored with your perfect husband.”

I was shaking my head throughout his words, knowing he was all wrong. “That wasn’t the case. Matthew was just the safe choice and I couldn’t just leave him. It wasn’t that easy. He would have ruined me after that. He would have ruined you.”

“There’s no way he could have ruined me. You, maybe but not me but again you weren’t willing to take that chance because I wasn’t worth it.”

“You were worth it.”

He shook his head, a bitter smile lacing his lips. “Yeah right.”

There was another rare moment of courage built up inside of me as I used it to grab Sergio’s face between my hands, forcing his eyes to meet directly with mine as I made a confession I had never voiced to anyone but myself. “I made a terrible mistake choosing to stay with him over you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made such a terrible decision and I regret it all of the time but maybe it was meant for me to make such a mistake so that I could realize all that I had with you. You were more than just an escape from the monotony I had begun living in. I fell for you just like you fell for me and it hurt, I swear it hurt to not have you in my life anymore but I just couldn’t reach out to you after we divorced. I didn’t want you to feel as if I was now choosing you after losing him. It didn’t feel right to—“


I shut my mouth immediately, searching his once cold eyes to see them beginning to soften. I wasn’t sure if that meant he was beginning to understand me or if he was just about to send me on my merry little way. I remained waiting with bated breath.

“I get it. Even through my own anger, I get it. I always have. I just didn’t…want to. I wanted you to just choose me on instinct but I realize it isn’t as simple as that.” He removed my hands that were still against his cheeks and lowered them to my side. “I’m not saying all of this to say I forgive you. I’ll probably never fully forget all that happened but I don’t know. I don’t want to speak too fast but maybe we could be friends. Maybe.”

Friends. To others, it may have seemed like a terrible way to gain access back into Sergio’s life but it was a route I was more than willing to take given the rollercoaster I had taken him on.

“I’d love to try to be friends with you, Sergio. It would mean a lot to me.”

There was a moment of silence between us before the walls of tension began to break down and he moved his body even closer to mine. I could feel relief wash over both of us as harbored emotions seemed to find a new home.

“Tarda una hora en conocerte y solo un dia en enamorarme. Pero me llevará toda una vida poder olvidarte,” he spoke lowly in my ear as he held me tightly towards him, the warmth of his body warming mine as he held me as if he never wanted to let go.


Summary: Just a bit about Peter’s life when he’s an adult and he meets the girl of his dreams and they get married and go to her parents house for Christmas. I was going to write a smut thing but it turns out I don’t know how to do that.  I just got up to that part and everything just went kaput.

Warnings: I cursed a few times and this end on a smutty note where I gave up

Okay I’m going to be real with you, as much as I love the whole ‘imagine’ thing it makes me uncomfortable to write in first person (or second person) so I have an OC and I’d rather write about her, I’m sorry I know everyone likes imagines.

My OC: Her name is Amelia Foster (she goes by Mel). Her mom was from Pakistan, she met her dad on a vacation to Italy after she finished med school. They moved from Italy to the US when Mel was about 3. As for looks she’s about 5’5 with a soft light brown complexion, big dark brown doe eyes and black hair that reaches to her waist. She works as a journalist for the New York Times and has a pet dog named Ted.

The Backstory:

Working in New York, Mel’s assignments consisted of; covering Spiderman doing this, that, and that again. He started to become a big deal after his taking down the Vulture and it was all headline fame for the years since then since Mel Foster was assigned to be his personal biographer. 

Her dream was to one day meet him, get an interview maybe but alas he was a difficult man to keep track of. Nonetheless Mel’s powerful story telling ability and secret—very secret—attraction to the webslinger made the front page a hit at least once a week.

Eventually she did get to meet him, unconventionally but they wouldn’t have it any other way. She had been walking back to her apartment in Queens late one night when she saw some mysterious figure rummaging in the trash in an alleyway a few blocks away from her building. 

Walking closer she heard him cursing his heart out over some backpack, she saw it resting against a couple of cardboard boxes just out of his line of sight–which was not very large considering he was half buried in a dumpster. Normally she would have just handed it to the man but it was covered in webs. Webs. WEBS.

“Hey!” She shrieked trying and failing miserably to stay professional. The man fell out of the dumpster paralyzed with fear when his eyes landed on the backpack she clutched in her fist. He wore extremely fitted blue and red spandex and Mel tried to ignore that as best she could, his mask was tossed on the floor beside him. 

“You’re the-the-the spy-the spiderman. Guy.”

“Okay, miss, please. I need you to stay calm,” he said slowly standing up. “Just breath”

“I think I might pass out.”

“That’d be fine actually”

“What? No, fuck you okay I’ve got to get it together. You’re Spiderman. Oh my god I’m talking to Spiderman. I didn’t mean that, not fuck you. I’m sorry fuck me. I mean no don’t fuck me, that’s not right. Not to say you’re not attractive or anything because you are–”

“Oh my god,” he whispered, his cheeks were bright red with the light peeking to the alleyway from the street. 

“Thank you I couldn’t stop talking,” she said relieved that her mouth was forced to shut down. 

“You’re Mel Foster,” he said almost looking excited as he walked toward her. “Jeez, you’re Mel Foster, you’re the Mel Foster, you write for the Times!”

“Oh fuck you read my articles?” For some reason she felt terribly exposed. She knew that people all over the world read her stuff, she wrote for the Times for crying out loud but Spiderman?

“Of course! I have your first one on my wall actually Webslinger’s Wanderings, I saw it and I almost ran into a car.”

“Oh dear”

“This is so awesome, I never thought that I’d ever get to meet you,” he said his smile was beautiful. 

“The feeling’s mutual,” she said feeling herself relax, the grip on the backpack loosened. “All I get are your notes after you leave the scene, I think they’re adorable by the way.”


“Adorable? What no I didn’t say adorable out loud I meant considerate, very cool. Yea.”

“I’m guessing my identity is toast.” He said after a beat, she smiled and shook her head. 

“No I wouldn’t, I couldn’t do that. You’ve got a family probably I couldn’t risk putting them in danger and all that. And apparently you’re a fan of mine, my ego is too inflated right now to think like a journalist.”

“Well I thank you and your ego,” he said, she laughed.  "But please there must be some way for me to make this up to you I mean, you’re the Mel Foster.“

“Could you stop saying my whole name, please? It’s kind of freaking me out.”

“Sorry, Ms. Foster–”

“That’s worse”

“Mel,” he ventured with a near laugh in his throat as she held up a thumbs up. “It just feels wrong to meet someone who has such a big impact on my life and then just forget about them. Please, let me do something.”

She paused for a minute as if pretending to think even though she already knew what she wanted. Coming off as a freak for the millionth time in this exchange was the last thing she needed. 

“I’ve always wanted to interview you actually,” she said finally. “I wouldn’t say who you are in the paper or anything, just to add a little bit more to the person in the story, you’re kind of just a shell the way I know you." 

"I’d love to,” he said smiling again, Mel thought she might audibly swoon. She handed him his backpack. 

“There you are Mr. Spiderman,” she said, the could feel the weirdness resurfacing under her professional journalist facade. 

“Could you not call me by my full name, please? It’s freaking me out.” He said walking away to pick up his mask. Mel’s heart started to beat in her ears like a snare drum. “It’s–”

“Parker,” she blurted, he turned around bewildered. “You have it written on the inside of your backpack, Peter, I thought you superhero types were better than that. I’ll just wait for you here while you change,” she shrugged filling the shocked silence. 

Eventually he grabbed his mask and sauntered off into the shadows. 

Anywho, they had coffee and then they had another coffee and then dinner and then another dinner and then breakfast. Before you know it she was meeting Aunt May, and he was meeting Mr and Mrs Foster. 

A year went by and they had a little studio apartment nestled between Mel’s office and Stark Industries where Peter worked. The Spiderman articles were becoming more detailed and the editors couldn’t be happier, just as Peter and Mel couldn’t be happier. 

“Marry you???”

“What? Yes that was the question, yea.”

“Oh my god Peter, I don’t know what to say.” She fell down to her knees in front of him and hugged him close, his frame was tense and ungiving. She pulled away, “Honey this is the part where you hug back.”

"I’m sorry,” he said, a look of confused unhappiness shadowing over him. “What the heck is ‘I don’t know what to say’ supposed to mean? Aren’t you supposed to say yes? Are we sympathy hugging right now–” she laughed and kissed him, holding him, feeling him relax into her arms as he returned the gesture with clear understanding.   

“Not a sympathy hug, got it,” he breathed. “But to be clear though please just answer the question, lady. Will you marry me or not?”

“Yes, of course, I love you too much.” She said between placing kisses all over his face, he smiled and pushed her hair back. 

“Well alright Mel Parker,” he said dropping his voice seductively low, she giggled uncontrollably. “Sweetheart please stop this is where I whisk you away to the bedroom it’s very simple." 

"Okay, okay you’re right I’m sorry carry on" 



“This was the worst idea that I’ve ever had in my entire life,” Peter breathed as he shut Mel’s bedroom door behind him careful not to harm any decorations around the framework. He slid to the floor, half out of fatigue and half out of getting the best of doors without any locks in this godforsaken mansion.

“What is?” Mel asked, a note of smugness in her voice. She didn’t bother looking up from the book she was reading, Peter briefly considered webbing it away from her and throwing it into a wall.

“Don’t give me that complete and utter bullshit, Parker,” Peter hissed from the doorway, Mel chuckled at the way he hesitated on ‘bullshit’, not even Peter Parker, world class super hero, could bring herself to be so openly vulgar in the Foster household. 

“Them’s fighting words sweetheart,” Mel smiled as she turned the page without a care in the world, Peter fought the urge to jump onto the bed and strangle her.
“Why did I let you talk me into this? Spending Christmas with your family?”

“I thought you might have loved me, a little bit at least. I mean, we are married after all.” Peter rolled his eyes at her, she caught him in her peripheral and smiled.  

“Why didn’t we just stay at May’s–like we do every year mind you–where it is perfectly safe to make coffee without running into twenty-questions down there?”

“‘Twenty-questions’ would be my father,” Mel said still smug, she finally put the book aside. “Not that I find that a completely unfitting title.”

“I’m going home,” Peter said with an air of finality. “I’m going to go get May and I’m going down there and I’m going to tell them someone broke into our apartment and we’re getting on the next flight to New York and we’re leaving, all three of us.”

“Aw babe don’t talk like that,” Mel said, she adjusted her pajama shorts and sat next to Peter with her back to the door, it was large enough for both of them to keep the intruders out. “Why don’t you tell me what happened? You can be rash sometimes.” Peter glared at her. 

“Really, I am curious, they’re not super terrible people.”

“You’d be surprised,” he laughed with a dark humor. Mel picked a speck of dust off of his bright Christmas sweater. 

“Go on then,” she insisted. “spin your tale of deception and woe. If you don’t feel better by the end of it then you can leave with my blessing.”

“I’ll leave without it you know,” Peter challenged, Mel shrugged uninspired. “Alright fine: let’s start at the beginning; your mother won’t stop asking me physics questions.”

“You are a physicist dear,” Mel reminded him gently. “Stark Industries and all that.”

“And she won’t stop talking about Mr. Stark!”

"Oh no yea I feel that,” Mel agreed, her mother could be quite the Tony Stark fanatic. 

       "It’s uncomfortable,” Peter said almost upset that he wouldn’t get to argue about it. “Also, I’m pretty sure your father is trying to find faults in me all the time as if I’m not good enough for his daughter; ‘So, what did you get on your SATS?’ ‘How good are you at fencing?’ ‘Have you ever studied abroad?’ ‘What does your father do?’ ‘Oh when did he die?’ the list goes on and on.”

“Like I said, not an unfitting nickname,” she smiled.

“I don’t like it, Mel!” Peter shouted in a whisper. “I’m going home today and you can’t stop me.”

“Can’t I?” Mel asked mischievously, she sat up from the door across from Peter pushing down his knees hat he had tucked into his chest. Straddling his lap she placed a lingering kiss on his coffee flavored lips bringing a near smile across them. “You look really cute today.”

“Thank you.” He moved in to kiss her back but Mel had other plans. She just escaped his lips and smiled at him before she moved back in again harder this time. His head hit the thick wooden door with a small thump, Mel balled up the front of his sweater in her fists as she deepened the kiss. "Still wanna leave?” She asked breathlessly. 

       “God I hate you,” he whispered, his voice was rough and aching. Mel could hear a smile play at his lips. 

“How much?” She murmured kissing his ear, grinding herself slowly against him. Without warning he held her tight by her waist, she yelped at the sudden motion. He stood and lifted her in the air with ease, slamming her against the thick wooden door. 

“So fucking much,” he promised pinning one of her wrists to the wall, he kissed her moving to her neck nipping softly at her skin. His other hand worked it’s way under the elastic of her shorts. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual.”

“Oh fuck—“ you, she meant to say before he cut her off with his lips crushing against hers. She responded immediately opening her mouth with a low moan, her leg rode up his side.

Ba da da da da smut smut smut

They stayed there on the bed for a few moments longer before Mel leaned over and kissed him gently. 

“Persuasive enough?”

“It was okay,” Peter shrugged, Mel threw the nearest pillow at his face which he caught with ease. “But I think I would miss you too much in New York.”

“I do have that effect,” she said running a hand through his restless curls, he smiled.

“One more day?”

“One more, I promise. And then we’re zipping the hell out of here.” Peter’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Don’t worry I hate it as much as you.”

“Well do tell,” Peter said excitedly pulling the covers over himself, eyes filled with wonder as if he were about to hear a bedtime story. Mel laughed turning herself toward him, kissing his nose. 

“They always talk shit about you to me whenever you’re not around. About how your parents are dead and how you grew up in a bad neighborhood. It’s just too much bullshit to handle sometimes. But they’re not all bad, I miss them sometimes in New York. That’s why I wanted to come here, I’m sorry I didn’t have  to drag you and May too.”

His face held a sad smile as he reached out and stroked the side of her face.

“Sweetheart, don’t think like that. I’d go fly out to see May everyday if she wasn’t in Queens. I’m glad we came down here and you got to see them, I’m sorry I didn’t understand.” He leaned in and kissed her sweetly breaking apart and going in again until she was giggling too much to continue. “I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, I love you too. I’m really glad we’re married.”He smiled closing his eyes and leaning in for another kiss, she kissed him shortly on the forehead and got up from the bed. “Come on now, get up we’re going downstairs.”

“Can’t you just stay here and lie down with me.”

“Not a chance.”

“If you didn’t notice I came up here to escape your parents,” Peter said catching the barrage of clothes Mel threw at him.

“That’s why we’re going down together,” Mel said pulling on a pair of pants. ”I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Aww,” Peter said. “How weirdly adorably possessive of you.” Mel rolled her eyes. 

“I can’t stand you sometimes,” she said. Peter winked. 

“But you love me anyway,” he said throwing his sweater on and walking towards the door, Mel intertwined their fingers together. “I mean I love you catastrophically it is literally the only reason I’m staying.”

“And because we’re going to the mall right now to buy the rents the worst Christmas gift in the world.”

“Baby clothes?”

“Bingo, they are going to lose it.” Peter laughed into the echoey hall.

“You’re incredible,” he said. She gave his hand a short squeeze as they neared the staircase.

Luke Brooks Smut #10 (REQUESTED)

Warning: the following content contains NSFW content DONT READ IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT STUFF

“Babe lets watch this movie.” I say to him. He’s in the kitchen eating pizza messing with Twitter on his phone. “Hang on babe I’ll be there in a minute.” He says. “Do you want to watch scary movies or funny movies?” He ask me. “Both maybe.” I answer.

He finishes his pizza before coming over to me. I scoot over on the couch so he can cuddle with me. We end up watching supernatural since it’s a mix of scary and funny. “Dean is so stupid sometimes” I say laughing at what happened and He laughs with me.

3 more episodes later Luke’s phone goes off. “Yeah? Now? Tonight? I’m with my girlfriend. Okay I’ll see. Later bro.” He says before hanging up. “Hey babe we should go to Kian and JCs party.” He says.

“Why?” I ask. “Well I guess they’re having some hell of a party and JC just called me and said he wanted us to come.” He says. “Luke we were suppose to have a movie night.” I pout. “I know baby, we’ll be back before you know it I promise.” He says getting up from the couch then helping me stand up. “Let’s get ready.” He says.

“Okay okay, whatever makes you happy."I say before walking upstairs to our room. I pick out some jean shorts, a shirt, and some vans then get started on my makeup.

"Babe are you ready?” He asks from down stairs. “Yeah hang on I have to do my hair too.” I reply. I end up curling my hair and diffusing it to make it very thick. I walk down stairs to see Luke in a button up tshirt and some jeans. He looks up at me and smiles. “Ready?” He asks taking my hand in his. “Yeah I’m ready.” I reply. We walk out the door and make our way to Kian and JCs house.

“I’m sorry that I dismissed our movie night for a party babe, if you want to stay home tell me.” Luke says to me. “No it’s fine you even said we won’t be there for long.”

“You look good babe.” Luke says to me as we walk up to the house. “Thank you baby” I smile.

Some random person opens the door for us and we walk in. We first go to The living room to just chill out and drink, then we start dancing with each other. “Damn you’re such a good dancer.” He says to me as we walk into the kitchen. “I know I know.” I say to him. We start taking a few shots and talk to Kian who is already drunk. “Babe I have to use the bathroom I’ll be back.” I say into his ear. He nods and then pulls me in close to talk in my ear.

“Hurry back.” He says. I walk away from the boys and into the bathroom upstairs. I did my business then washed my hands before looking in the mirror to make any adjustments to my appearance. “I’m not trying to impress nobody my boyfriend is all I need what the fuck.” I laugh at myself.

I walk back downstairs and I try to find Luke but I don’t. I see Kian is in the same spot as he was but he’s talking to a few guys. “Hey Kian, where’s Luke?” I ask in his ear. He points to the corner next to the door that’s leads to the backyard. I look over the crowd and I see Luke talking to someone, a girl.

I walk over to them and when I realize who he’s talking to, he’s talking to Kiana. He’s way too close to her and they’re laughing together. Luke knows damn well her and I don’t like each other. When I reach them I grab his hand in mine and I lean into him. “Hey babe I was looking for you.” I say to him. He looks at me and then at her before speaking. “Oh i heard someone calling my name and it was Kiana so we just started talking.” He says causally. Does he want to die or something?

“Hey y/n it’s been so long.” Kiana says faking her smile. “Yeah it has.” I say without looking at her. “Something wrong babe?” Luke asks. I look at him like what the fuck you mean is there something wrong. This boy has lost his mind. “No nothing is wrong.” I grit my teeth. “I’ll just hang out in JCs room or something text me when you’re ready to go.” I say walking away hearing Kianas laugh.

I walk up to JC who is a little drunk but I can tell he can focus. “Hey JC can I hang out in your room?.” I ask him. “Anything for my bestfriend, what’s wrong you look sad.” He says concerned. “It’s Luke. He’s hanging out with Kiana and he’s acting like its no big deal.” I say to him. “Maybe he’s drunk or something I don’t know but hey you can go in my room and lock it and do what ever you need to make you feel better. If someone is in there already just kick them out.” He smiles at me.

“Thanks J you’re the best.” I smile back at him. I walk up the stairs and into JCs room and lock it. I log in to his YouTube from his tv to watch videos of dumb things.

An hour later I was tired and stressed out from over thinking so I decided to go back downstairs to go home. When I see Luke, He’s dancing with Kiana. Her back is against his chest and she’s literally grinding on him. I couldn’t take the pain anymore so I told jc to tell Luke that I would be home.

I ran home and laid on our couch. I cried and cried until I fell asleep.

“Y/n wake up. Y/n. Y/n.” Luke says shaking me lightly. I wake up and check my phone, it’s 4am. “ Luke where have you been its fucking 4 in the morning. We left at 10 and I came home at midnight where the fuck have you been?” I ask sitting up. “I was at the party.” He says.

“Yeah with Kiana, you know damn well we don’t like each other.” I yell at him. “You acted like it was no big deal and you embarrassed me in front of her.” I say. “How the fuck did I embarrass you?” He says getting defensive. “You basically let her taunt me!” I yell.

He stands up, “well I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” He yells back at me. “Luke she’s you’re fucking ex girlfriend you can’t do that! You know we haven’t liked each other not ever since last year!” I yell, getting up from the couch. “We were just talking what’s wrong with that!” He yells.

“Luke I saw you, you guys were literally 15 feet away from me. When I came back downstairs from JCs room she was practically grinding on you!” I yell out throwing my hands in the air. “And you say that’s no reason for me to get angry!” I say. I get closer in his face, tears streaming down mine from anger.

“Luke you know how I fucking feel! And you doing that hurt me. You hurt me really bad, I came home and cried over you like a little baby. Everyone at that party knows me and you are together and for you to dance with her and be so Close to her was just a slap in my face!!” I yell at him.

He stays quiet with his fist balled up to his sides. “How would you feel if I was grinding all up on Nash? Huh? My ex boyfriend? How would it feel! It would hurt you so bad, but since the good girlfriend that I am I know how you feel about me talking to Nash so I don’t!” I yell even Louder.

“I wanted alone time with you and you made me go to this party for you to just hurt me like that. So fuck you Luke! If you want her then get her! You can have her!” I yell. I can feel my tears just streaming down my face nonstop. “I don’t want her I want you y/n I’m sorry.” He says his voice low. “I’m sorry I’m so, so sorry baby please stop crying.” He says to me wiping my tears away.

“I’m sorry I was an idiot I know you don’t like her and I’m sorry. Please forgive me!” He says. He hugs me and I instantly hug him back. I cry even harder than before. He rubs my back and kisses my back. “I’m sorry baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes

“I’m just gonna take a shower now.” I say to him and break the hug to walk upstairs. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I let it get warm first before stepping in. I wash my body and my face for a few minutes before I decide to get out. Before I turn the water off I feel warm hands on my waist. “Yes Luke?” I say.

“Let me show you how sorry I am.” He says. He plants kisses all over my upper back and my neck. He turns me around for me to face him. “I’m sorry baby.” He says staring in my eyes. “It’s okay Luke.” I say. He kisses me and his tongue begs for entrance which I give him. “I’m so sorry.” He says into the kiss.

His right hands travels down to my clit and he starts rubbing. I moan into the kiss and he smiles. “Does that feel good babe?” He asks. He slowly sticks his ring and middle finger inside me, pumping in and out. “Luuukkkeee.” I moan. He continues this for two more minutes until he stops.

“Turn around.” He commands and I listen. He grabs the shower head and lifts my right legs and holds it up. With his left hand, he places the shower head In front of my clit, making the water hit it. “You like that?” He says into my ear kissing my neck. The pleasure was so much that my knees were buckling. “Fuck this feels so good, oh fuck.” I say gasping at the end of my sentence.

He turns the water a little cooler and I lose it. My moans escape my mouth with me thinking. “Ugh Luke, luke I’m about to cum.” I moan. My chest rises and falls rapidly before I reach my climax. I lean back into Luke’s chest and I catch my breath.

He turns me around and let’s go of my right leg to prop up my left. He leans me against the wall of the shower and pushes himself inside me. “Oh fuck y/n” he grunts looking down at his thrusts inside me. He looks up at me and his eye brows are furrowed together and his mouth is slightly open. The sound of skin slapping Sloan becomes more audible when he thrust harder.

“Luke don’t stop right there please !!” I moan loudly. “Say my name baby.” He moans. “Luke.” I moan. “Louder, let our neighbors know who I am.” He grunts. “LUKE OMG!” I moan even louder. He starts thrusting into me harder and deeper causing me to be speechless. Occasional “fuck"s and "ugh"s would escape our lips.

"Are you going to cum baby?” He asks. I nod still unable to speak. “Cum for me Y/n.” He says. After 4 more thrust I climax again. He pulls out and jerks himself off before cumming onto the shower floor. My breathing is un even. He looks at me and kisses my lips. “Am I forgiven?” He asks.

“Of course baby. As long as you remember you’re mine.” I say and smile. “You’re mine as well.” He smiles back.

After our small make out session Luke and I finish our shower, get dressed and go to sleep.

White Blood - Stiles Stilinski

White Blood - Oh Wonder

 Said you’d always be my white blood

Circulate the right love

Giving me your white blood

I need you right here with me ☼

Warnings: Lowkey cheating, lil depressing


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Dirty Imagine #1 - Part Four (FINALE)

Here is part 4, the final part to my first ‘dirty imagine’ series. The second series (a brand new story) will be made in around about 1 month.

Part 4 - FINALE

I knew Justin was leaving the country soon, in a matter of days in fact. He was half way through his tour and was moving on to the next country soon. This made me sad because I realised I would probably never see Justin Bieber ever again in person.  Not only did I want to see him again because I love him and he is my idol, and I adore his music; I’m not going to lie – I wanted him to fuck me again. He was so so good the last two times, and I felt the best I’d ever felt in my life. However the day was coming to a close and it was 9:15 pm. I was sure that I’d never see him again.

That was until my phone rang. I answered it hoping it would be him, and to my delight, it was. Just like the last phone call he was speaking in a low pitch rumbling tone that was incredibly seductive. There was a bit more urgency in his voice this time though. “Hey baby. You know I’m leaving in two days right?” I told him I did know that, and I was going to miss him. He replied with “one last time?” and I instantly knew what he meant. I agreed straight away. But there was a problem. Everyone was home, he couldn’t come over. “I’ll pick you up then, I’m staying in a holiday home at the moment, it’s real nice” is what he replied with. The thought of that sounded amazing, so I agreed. 30 minutes later he picked me up from down the street. He couldn’t pick me up from directly outside my house, because my parents would see the car and be wondering who it was.

We were off and driving. On the way to the home we chatted about his music, and how much we enjoyed what we previously did to each other. He had a hungry look in his eyes, and he was feasting on my body with them.  While driving along I couldn’t help but reach over and place my hand on his limp dick. “Not now baby, I’m driving”. “I know” I said. But I continued, and I think he didn’t mind that I continued, because he softly bit his lip. I was just gently rubbing jerry and I could feel his dick growing fast in his pants. So I slipped my hands under his undies, and began wanking off my idol. When we stopped at traffic lights we didn’t have to worry about anyone, because we had extremely dark tinted windows. So at the next set of lights I pulled his pants and undies all the way off, so he was wearing nothing but a shirt. His long dick was so big, when it was rock hard it was just about touching the steering wheel. “Woah slow down baby! Save it for later!” he told me, but I didn’t. I went from pulling on his dick to putting my mouth around it, and sucking him off fast. He started moaning and I swirled the knob of his dick around on my tongue, each time going down trying to fit more and more of his massive length in my mouth. I began gagging on his huge cock, and this made him hornier. After continually sucking, his moans grew louder and he  was fidgeting around a lot. He was anxious. Finally, as I kept sucking, he said “I’m about to explode!” and I stopped immediately.  His eyes widened. “KEEP GOING!” he shouted. “Wouldn’t want to get cum on your car, we’ll have to wait” I said with a wink. “I DON’T CARE, KEEP GOING!” he shouted again, but I refused. He was so sexually frustrated now. As we pulled up to the holiday home he was so eager to fuck me. He jumped out of the car, picked me up, and ran inside with me in his arms. “I’m going to punish you for that!” I looked down his body while he was running to see he had a massive boner, he was so hungry for pussy. More than he’d even been.

He led me upstairs and into the bathroom. “What are we doing?” I said. “Just be quiet and let me fuck you” he said. So I did just that. He quickly undressed both of us so we were completely naked. He turned the shower on, and took me in there. “You’re a dirty dirty girl” he whispered to me, as his finger entered me. I could feel his massive dick pushed up against my stomach; it was throbbing and hot in a sea of cold. There was no slow build up to this like the other times. No stuffing around, he wanted to fuck me - and fast. He was furiously fingering my pussy and I was moaning. My legs were shaking and I felt they couldn’t hold me up much longer, and I told him. He said “I’ll fix that” and he picked up my legs and pushed me toward the wall. He had me help up in the corner, with nothing supporting me apart from his hands and the wall behind my back. “I’m going to give you the best sex you’ve ever had” he whispered. This made me so horny, and now all I wanted was to feel Justin inside of me. “Please, please fuck me Justin.” He stopped. “Say my full name. Say it like you mean it. Come on!” He had an aggressive tone. I replied with. “Justin Bieber, please fuck me as hard as you can.” “That’s more like it” he said.

Right as he said that he plunged deep inside of me, and I let out a squeal. He began thrusting in and out of me, and I could do nothing but take it. I had literally no power. I couldn’t move because he had be ascended and pushed against the wall, holding my two legs apart. Then this happened, the most romantic and exciting moment of my life. It just felt like slow motion. As he pumped his dick into my pussy, in, out, in, out, over and over again, he was staring me right in the eyes from right in front of me. We were both soaking wet from the shower, water dripping down us constantly, and there were his large eyes staring at me while he made sweet love to me. I pulled his neck in, towards me. I was now passionately pashing Justin Bieber in the shower while he fucked me. It looked like this:

It was the best feeling in the world; his long dick pumping in and out of my pussy. It wasn’t too long before I was ready to come, and I told him. That didn’t change anything though, and I could tell he was about to cum too. We both grew louder and the fucking grew faster, both now moaning so loud it could be heard from miles away. With one last effort he pumped jerry all the way into my pussy and held it there was we both cummed. To feel Justin’s cum being shot into you is something indescribable. We cleaned up and left the bathroom.

Apparently Justin wasn’t done. He took me to the holiday home’s master bedroom, which had a massive luxurious bed. I really loved it. Justin whispered in my ear “I’m going to fuck you in style baby.” And that got me wet again. Before I knew it Justin had thrown me on the bed. We were both still completely naked. Justin saw that I was wet again. He did that cheeky grin of his and laughed. I laughed back and said “stop it!” and blushed. It was a cute moment. He replied with “Aww, baby. You get excited so easily!” and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you this time. This is the last time I’ll ever get to be inside you, I want to make the most of it” “Okay Justin, lets do this.” He smiled at me and softly kissed my lips, and then slowly edged Jerry inside my vagina. It once again is an indescribable feeling having Justin Bieber’s dick inside you. The feeling of your lips tightening and your muscles tensing as you feel him put more of him in you.

He started fucking me nice and slow. It was nice. I was feeling his abs and he was kissing my boobs while playing around with my clit while he made love to me. He got faster and faster, and our demand grew. He pulled out of me and laid on his back, his dick was now pointing directly in the air. He signalled me to hop on, and ride his dick. I did as he asked. His legs were wide open and I crouched above the tip of his dick. I slowly descended upon it, and pushed it into my pussy. It felt amazing. I began grinding and rocking backwards and forth on his dick. We were both doing equal amounts of work now. He was thrusting up and pumping his dick into me, while I rocked forward, back, and sidewards, making him go crazy and moan. I was riding his dick like a raging bull, and I loved it. I could tell he was ready to cum and so was I. It looked like this:

This was it. The last time ever. I was now in so much pleasure I had tears rolling down my cheek. I was basically sobbing, calling his name. “Justinnn, please! Cum in me baby, please”. He moaned, and started pumping into me faster, and I knew he was having an orgasm. This pushed me over the edge, and we were not having an orgasm at the same time. Just like in the shower he shot his load right into my pussy, and my juices squirted all over him while he was inside me. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, as my lips tightened around his throbbing warm dick. My juices came gushing out as he pulled jerry out of me, and we both let out a sigh. He wiped his finger down the lining of my pussy lips, gathering my juices, before putting his finger to his face and licking it clean. “I’ll never forget the taste of you” he said, as he walked me to the door. “I’ll never forget the feeling of you inside me”, I whispered. I kissed him on the lips and left his house - for good.

The end.

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