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[bealorelai]

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Lloyd comes back from his mission (smut kind of)

Master Lloyd x reader smut

[bealorelai]

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[bealorelai]

Your stories are soo good, please don’t stop posting!

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omg thats so sweet of you thank you 😭😭 thats good to know some of you likes my stories :33 love yall!! 🩷🩷

[bealorelai]

MasterLloyd x reader smut 18+ nsfw

warnings: rough sex, cum play, size kink, breeding kink, choking, Dom!Lloyd, manhandling, restrained wrists, aftercare if you squint.

The sun hung low over the training courtyard, casting long golden streaks across the polished tiles where Sora and Arin moved in tandem under Lloyd’s stern gaze. He moved like a blade—sharp, controlled, every muscle taut under the thin white gi that clung to his torso, fabric soaked in places with sweat that glinted in the light. His sleeves were pushed back to the elbows, revealing forearms veined and strong, flexing each time he corrected Arin’s stance or deflected Sora’s strikes with effortless precision.

But it was the bandana that did it.

That bright green cloth tied around his brow, dampened with sweat, loose strands of blond hair curling around it—it crowned him, made him look half-warrior, half-god. It wasn’t fair. That headband had no right to make him look so fucking dominant and fuckable.

You leaned against the wall with a water bottle in hand, barely pretending to watch the kids. Your eyes were all for him. The way his muscles rolled under his gi when he moved, how his voice dropped when giving a command, the barely leashed authority in every movement—it had your thighs clenching in silence.

Then it happened. He looked at you.

Just a flick of the eyes during a lull in sparring, but the smirk that tugged at his lips said everything. He saw your flushed cheeks. He knew.

Later, the kids were dismissed. And Lloyd stalked over to you the moment the gates closed behind them.

“Thought you were being real cute over there,” he murmured as he cornered you against the wall, his breath already warm against your cheek, “starin’ like that. You think I didn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were,” he cut in, low and dark, pressing you back with his body, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. “You were watching me like you were about to drop to your knees right there. Is that what you want, baby? You want your Master?”

The word made your knees buckle, and he caught your thigh, gripping tight. He chuckled, lips brushing your ear.

“Upstairs. Now.”

You barely made it to the bedroom before he shoved you face-first onto the bed, tearing your clothes off with practiced urgency. You gasped at the sudden chill of the air, then moaned when his hands were on you—everywhere—palming your breasts, squeezing your hips, dragging you backward until your ass was pressed flush to his already hard dick.

“You know what this outfit does to you,” you whined, voice muffled against the sheets. “You know.”

“Yeah?” he muttered, tugging the green bandana from his head and twisting it in his hands. “Then maybe I should teach you a fuckin’ lesson for staring.”

He grabbed both your wrists and yanked them behind your back, binding them with the damp bandana, the fabric still warm from his sweat. The knot was tight, secure, pulling your shoulders back, arching your spine.

And then he stripped. You didn’t have to see him to feel the weight of his cock as it brushed against your thigh—thick, heavy, hard. When he lined up behind you, dragging his length slowly through your folds, it made your back arch even further, your toes curling.

“You’re dripping,” he hissed. “All from watching me train. Fuck, that’s pathetic.”

You whimpered—then screamed when he thrust in hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke that made your whole body seize. He was massive—stretching you past what felt possible, splitting you open with each thick inch. Your bound wrists twisted behind you, useless against the force of his hips as he began to pound.

“L-Lloyd—!”

“You take it,” he growled, one hand in your hair, the other pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing you down. “You take every inch. You like it when I fuck you dumb?”

“Y-yes, yes—! So full, ffuck—!”

“That’s right. Can feel it in your guts. Gonna fill you up till I break you.”

His balls slapped against your soaked pussy, each thrust accompanied by loud, wet smacks. Your cunt clenched down, spasming around his cock with every brutal stroke, your body drooling slick onto the sheets.

He reached down and slapped your ass hard—once, twice—then gripped both cheeks and spread you wide, watching himself fuck in and out of you.

“Look at that,” he muttered, voice tight. “You’re stretched wide open. Bet you can feel me in your fucking womb.”

You could. God, you could. And it was too much. Too thick. Too deep. You were delirious, drooling against the bedspread, sobbing, your walls fluttering around him in desperate spasms.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty thing? Huh?”

“Please—please”

He pressed a hand around your throat, dragging your head back so you could gasp for air—just enough—before he fucked harder. Deeper. You screamed, body convulsing, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning.

But he didn’t stop.

“Gonna cum so deep in this tight little pussy you’ll be leaking for days.”

“D-do it—please—please!”

He growled something incoherent, yanked you up by the bandana at your wrists, and slammed into you one last time, balls tight, cock throbbing.

Then he came.

Hot. Endless. A flood of cum spilling into your womb, thick and warm and so much, it forced a moan from your lips. You could feel it—ropes of it, jet after jet painting your insides, coating every inch of your pulsing cunt.

He held there, buried, cock twitching inside you.

You collapsed forward, breath gone, body trembling, still bound. Lloyd leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Took it all. So proud of you.”

Then he pulled out, slowly, and you felt it—his cum leaking from your sore, gaping hole. He knelt between your thighs and used two fingers to spread you open, watching it drip.

“Look at that mess. Fuck, I’m gonna need to stuff it back in, huh?”

He did—fingers pushing his spend back into your cunt, slow and indulgent, while you whined beneath him from the overstimulation. His voice dropped soft again, coaxing, praising.

“Shh. You did perfect. Just relax now. I got you.”

And he untied the bandana, kissed your wrists, kissed your spine, your shoulder. Gathered you into his arms, still naked and wrecked, and laid you in his lap like you were something precious. Something his.

“Next time you stare like that,” he whispered, lips brushing your temple, “I’m fucking you right in the training yard.”

“Poor Arin and Sora…” You mumbled.

Reblog and like if you liked this :3 this is my second smut dunno i just got inspired watching master lloyd again and i want him sooo bad, such a pure golden boy 😔 lemme hit dat

bye bye love yalll!!!

[bealorelai]

Lloyd Garmadon x Clousedaughter!Reader smau

part 4 have fun reading!! love you!! 💗💗

hello im coming back from the death with new chapter!!! this is all twitter but hope u gonna enjoy this! i added nya cause jay need his girl 😝😝 please like and reblog if you like this! 💗 also my first language isnt english, so if there’s any misspelling or mistakes please forgive me!

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[bealorelai]

When Lloyd comes back from his mission, the only thing in his mind is her.

Warnings: NSFW, rough sex, dominant!Lloyd, possessive, unprotected sex, post-mission reunion sex, soft aftercare if you squint.

The door slammed shut behind him.

He didn’t look for Wu. Didn’t look for the others. His eyes locked on her the moment he entered the monastery — sitting in the garden like nothing had changed, like he hadn’t been gone for three fucking weeks thinking about nothing but her.

“Oh. You’re back,” she said, feigning indifference, eyes flicking up from her book.

Only she wasn’t fooling him. Not with the way her fingers tightened on the pages. Not with the way her breath hitched, just slightly, when he stepped closer.

“Only that?” he asked, voice low.

She raised an eyebrow. “What, you expected me to throw myself at you?”

“I expected something,” he muttered, caging her in as he leaned over the bench, palms braced on either side of her. “Because I’ve been going insane without you.”

Her mouth twitched, like she wanted to smile — like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Maybe I missed you a little,” she teased with a innocent smile.

That was all he needed.

He kissed her hard, deep, fingers tangling in her hair as her hands gripped his hoodie, dragging him closer. Every inch of him ached for her — He lifted her without a word, one arm hooking under her thighs, the other around her back. She gasped, holding on as he through the monastery and kicked open the door to his room.

Not even caring if he closed the door.

He dropped her on the bed, not giving her time to think before he was on top of her, mouth at her neck, fingers tugging up her shirt. He kissed her like he was starved man — like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Fuck, I missed my pretty girl.”

She arched into him, her moan soft and breathy, as he tugged her clothes off piece by piece — slow enough to make her squirm. When he finally peeled off his own shirt, her breath caught. His body, with visible scars and bruises.

“Tell me you missed me,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear.

“I did.” she admitted, voice barely audible.

“I can tell.”

He spread her thighs and settled between them, groaning softly at the sight of her. His hand slid down, fingers teasing her — slow strokes that made her shiver before he dipped lower, sliding two fingers inside her with practiced ease.

His other hand started playing with her hard nipple, pinching and teasing, enough to make tilt her head back.

“You’re already soaked,” he growled. “Fuck. You missed this, huh?”

She moaned in response, hips bucking into his hand. His thumb circled her clit just enough to keep her gasping, never quite letting her fall over the edge. And when she reached for him, nails digging into his arm, he pulled his hand away.

“I’ve waited too long,” he breathed, positioning himself at her entrance.

And then he pushed in — slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper, harder, until she cried out, his dick stretching her walls, her body arching beneath him.

“God,” she gasped and tangled her fingers in his soft, blond curls, slightly tugging them.

He groaned, leaning in close, hips rolling with force. “You’re mine, yeah? Y’know that”

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he set a brutal pace — one that had the headboard hitting the wall and her voice breaking with every thrust. His hand slid under her thigh, tilting her hips to hit deeper, harder, until she was gasping his name like a prayer.

His eyes never left hers, watching the way her mouth fell open, the way her body trembled beneath him. He love this sight more than anything.

“Come for me, pretty girl” he whispered, teeth grazing her neck.

And she did — a cry torn from her throat as her climax hit, clenching around him so tightly he nearly lost control.

He groaned deep, barely holding back as he chased his own release, burying himself inside her one last time with a shuddering gasp.

They lay tangled in silence afterward, skin damp, breath uneven. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as he kissed her neck and giving her lips quick peck.

“Missed you” he murmured and yawns softly, clearly exhausted from the sex.

“Bet the others also missed us” she whispered back with a soft chuckle, as her fingers starts playing with his hair. “You know they gonna tease the hell of us tommorow, right?”

“Dont care, I missed my girl…” He whispered and sighed against her neck.

Soo umm, this is my first smut ever, english isnt my first language so dunno if everything is well written… Im just being a horny girl simping over this pretty boy 😔 lemme know if you like this! Thanks for reading 🩷 love yall!!! 🩷

[bealorelai]

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im writing a smut with Lloyd, but im nervous bout posting it cus english is not my first language and its my first time writing smth like that but im ovulating… Its giving possessive Lloyd, sooo… 😔

[bealorelai]

Lloyd Garmadon x Clousedaughter!reader smau

part 2 | part 3

okay so i love skylar my baby as you can tell… lloyd is such a simp as he should and i dont care if its not accurate! in my head it is! hes a simp for life!!!!!

[bealorelai]

Lloyd Garmadon x Clousedaughter!reader

Lloyd's first meet with Clouse’ daughter before the Tournament of Elements.

part 2

Being Clouse’s daughter, never was easy. The burden of her father's demands that she has to become like him, to be able to wield dark magic and rule over Ninjago City. That's why he sent his daughter to the Tournament of Elements. Because he knows she will win, knows that with her power inherited from him, she is able to defeat the rest of the competitors and rule dark magic.

And she? She wants to live up to her father's expectations. She wants him to be proud of her. But little did she knows, that the day her paths crossed with Lloyd Garmadon, until then, she has to decide who she wanna be.

Now she stands on the ship next to Skylar, leaning on the railings and looking out to sea. She still can't believe that she let her father convince her to participate in the Tournament of Elements. She thought that since she already had the ability to control dark magic, why should she participate in some stupid games where most of the players would probably either die or become Master Chen's subjects. And because she doesn't want both, so against her will, she agreed to it. And her father seems to be proud of her…

Atleast that was she thinks..

She turned around when she heard footsteps and voices behind her. Adjusting her hood, she looked at the 6 men, 5 of whom were obviously around her and Skylar’s age, and the 6th looked to be an older man at least in his 30s, judging by his grey hair and the wrinkles on his face. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed one of the boys, with strange gelled hair and a red outfit, throwing flirtatious glances at her bestriend. “Seems like you’ve got an admirer, Skylar…” She teases and giggles quietly.

Skylar just rolled her eyes. “Ha. Ha. Ha, hilarious as always…”

However, they both let out a surprised gasps when suddenly a tall man with a beard and huge steel gloves grabbed Skylar by the arm and shook her. "Hey, Hey... Step back, will you? Can't you see we're trying to rest?" She raised an eyebrow, standing straight in front of the man.

Imagine her surprise when Karlof grabbed her by the arm and threw her along the ship, causing her back to hit a wooden pillar so hard, that she knows she’ll have huge bruises along her spine.

She looks up, seeing that the man who was ogling her bestfriend, now starts fighting with the metal man. She groans frustrated trying to stand up, but was quickly stopped by strong hands keeping her on the ground. She frowns.

“Get off me, blondie.” She rolls her eyes trying to gets up, but the man stopped her again. “What the fuck is your problem, go get your man before Karlof kills him, bitch”

The Green Ninja just sighs still keeping his hands on her shoulders. He knows well, she won’t be able to stand up because of how hard she hit her back against the pillar. But for now, he can only imagine her pain and be glad that he is not in her place.

“He can handle himself, don’t you worry bout him. Are you okay? You hit yourself pretty hard…” He tease, cannot help himself. If she wants to be sassy, he can too.

“No, im totally fine, you know? Its a common for me to be throwed by some metal fuckass. I like it rough, I guess.” She groans again as she leaned against the green ninja to stand up.

She just rolled her eyes as she watched the battle between the fire master and the steel master grow fierce. They had barely sailed out and these men were already asking for death.

Concentrating her powers, both men were suddenly grabbed by dark purple tentacles, which she controlled with her hands and threw them to the floor, giving them no chance to escape. She just chuckles to herself, as she watches them trying to escape.

“Enough!” A loud voice shouted, and the blonde immediately stopped using magic, retreating back and bowing her head down. She didn't have to look to know it was her father's voice. A voice, filled with hatred and contempt towards others. Towards Her. “We’re here! Welcome to Chen’s Island..”

He pointed to the island emerging from behind the fog, and the others went to the railings to get a better look. But she stood, and when she raised her head, she only swallowed hard as she stared at her father.

“We've barely arrived and you're already showing off your skills... Save the best for later, daughter..." He says, patting her on the shoulder and walking away, leaving her alone with the ninjas.

Shaking her head, she straightened up ignoring the pain in her back and began to slowly walk away, wanting to get to the island as soon as possible and rest. But she heard a voice behind her, and as she turned around, her eyes landed on the green ninja who had wanted to help her earlier.

"At least tell me your name?!" He shouted, smiling slightly in her direction, not wanting to show that the stranger girl intrigued him. A lot.

“The less you know the better…” She whispers, walking towards her father and disappearing behind the wall, leaving the surprised ninjas behind.

“She’s Clouse daughter?!” Jay shouted, waving his arms dramatically, and Cole rolled his eyes at his best friend's behavior.

“She is, and better stay away from her, Lloyd.” Garmadon says, walking past him. “Semms like shes just like her father. I dont want you to be involved with her, understand? She looks like trouble, and we dont need them again…”

But Garmadon knows his son and can already tell that Lloyd will not stop until he gets to know her.

hello, I don't even know if it's grammatically correct, but okay. I wanted to give a chapter that would give some insight into how they met. I can't write chapters like that so dont hate pookies 😔☝🏻 xoxo reblog and like pls!!!

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[sodatelle]

Ok fun’s over. bring Back Jays Bangs now

[bealorelai]

Lloyd Garmadon x Clousedaughter!reader smau

Where Clouse has a daughter. He convinced her to take part in the tournament of elements, because he knows she could win. But he did not expect that his daughter would start loving the son of his enemy.

rude. attitude. controlling dark magic. loves cats. loves charli xcx. absolutely smitten with Lloyd. bestfriends with Nya, Skylar n Pixal. loves second-hand shops. loves maximalism. loves partying. angel face.

hiii, im gonna start lego ninjago smau with Lloyd, cause hes such a baby and i love him sm. This gonna include face claims, because i would feel weird using their real faces from the series 😭 i dont really know if someone would read this, im mostly doing this cause i love posting my dumb ideas 😝

reader face claim is Roby Rose Turner

[houseofblve]

𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍

𝗒/𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

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a/n: aaaand here we go into the one-shot series! i’m also thinking about doing a sofia series that’s not in the angel face verse. a kook!reader x sofia? perhaps?

[houseofblve]

46. 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 (closed): @my-name-is-baby @anacamofficial @nemesyaaa @thecoolermaybank @yktayy9669 @deerly-blvd @sqfewrd @blushmimi @barnesboo1967 @aawdrea @drewsswifeyy @lexvenuss @ethanthequeefqueen @rafes4 @beavee11 @wtfisastiles @pinkribboncoco @rafecqmeronslove @popou61 @lmaowhatt @emmaaas-posts @countryclubwhore @cokewithcameron @lili-swagalicious @multisection @mariamadison6-blog @icaqttt @harryzcherry @glenpowellluver @stelleduarte @klarxtr @kieeslove @vex-et-soleil @chillgal135 @drewstarkeyswife-7 @tqd4455 @marinrscomplex @arianagreenblattfanxx10 @loverliner @mirellef2001 @jjmaybankmylovee @defnotayonna @m0netbeauty @idiotussupremus @cyberkitty1 @gublerstylesobrien1238 @highladyofhogwarts @kaorisakamotofan @lil-sparklqueen @thesunflowersociety

a/n: aaaand this concludes angel face 😊 i have alternate ending chapters that i will be posting and will begin an angel face oneshot series! thank you to everyone who has enjoyed this story 🩷🩷🩷

[hunzzzzz]

OBX TWEETS: part 13

A/N: Hello lovelies!! I added some writing its mixed up in all the photos so don't miss it!

The bakery stink still clung to your clothes like a clingy ex, even after you’d practically power-scrubbed yourself in the shower. Sugar and yeast – the perfume of failure, as far as you were concerned. You were a solid twenty minutes from the sweet, sweet embrace of your aunt’s couch when your trusty (read: rusty) vehicle decided to throw a tantrum. A truly delightful thump-thump-thump started up, a rhythmically annoying sound that was definitely a new addition to your car’s already impressive repertoire of questionable noises. You sighed dramatically and pulled over, the sinking feeling in your gut doing the cha-cha as you got out to survey the damage. Yep, bingo. Flat as a pancake on a Tuesday. Because of course. Your life was just one extended exercise in Murphy’s Law. You popped the boot, a tiny, idiotic sliver of hope flickering that maybe, just maybe, a spare had spontaneously generated. Nope. Nada. Zilch. Why would you, in your infinite wisdom, actually have a spare? Or, for that matter, any of those medieval torture devices they called car tools?

You glanced at your phone – a glorious 5% stared back, practically flipping you the middle finger. Fantastic. Just when you needed to Google “how to hotwire a tow truck.” You flopped back into the driver’s seat with an Oscar-worthy groan, your forehead connecting with the steering wheel in a dramatic thud. The only semi-competent human being you knew who could possibly MacGyver this situation was John B. Perpetual Twinkie-Breakdown himself. The guy practically had a PhD in keeping that rust bucket on the road with sheer willpower and duct tape. And you vaguely remembered seeing a sad excuse for a spare tire crammed in the back of his vehicular disaster zone.

You sat there for what felt like approximately three centuries, the internal debate raging like a toddler denied candy. Call him? After the whole spectacular implosion of your friendship? It felt like waving the white flag of surrender, like willingly reopening a festering wound. But the alternative – spending the night serenaded by crickets and the distant hum of traffic, waiting for your saint of an aunt to finish her shift – was about as appealing as a root canal. Just as you finally caved and reached for your phone, your thumb hovering over his annoyingly familiar contact, a sharp, sudden KNOCK on your window made you jump so hard you nearly gave yourself whiplash. Heart doing the tango in your chest, you snatched your empty coffee flask – your trusty weapon of self-defense against the world’s many annoyances – clutching it like your life depended on it. Through the glass, all you could see was a ridiculously bright beam of light. Someone was clearly trying to blind you with their superior phone flashlight technology. Rude.

Then, the light moved away, no longer assaulting your retinas. And standing there, his silhouette framed against the fading evening light, was John B.

He called out your name, his face etched with a familiar furrow of worry that used to make your heart do a little flutter-kick. Now, it just felt… complicated. “Everything okay?”

You begrudgingly stepped out of your car, the evening air suddenly feeling cooler. “Just peachy,” you muttered, giving the offending flat tire a not-so-gentle kick. “Having a grand old time communing with nature and waiting for the sweet release of death.”

“Need some roadside assistance?” John B’s lips twitched, a hint of that goofy, endearing smile you used to adore threatening to break through. You had to admit, even with everything that had happened, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners was still kind of… cute. Ugh. You just huffed out a nod, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a full sentence. Without another word, he was already rummaging in the chaotic abyss that was the back of the Twinkie, a symphony of clanking tools and questionable debris preceding the triumphant, if slightly wheezy, roll of a spare tire that looked like it had seen better decades. Honestly, the fact that thing still held air was a minor miracle.

He worked with a practiced ease, the familiar sounds of the lug wrench echoing in the quiet evening air. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly from the corner of his mouth – a habit you’d always found endearing, much to your annoyance. You sat down heavily on the curb, watching him, a strange mix of gratitude and lingering resentment swirling within you.

“So,” John B said after a few minutes of comfortable silence, not looking up from his task, “long day?”

“One could say disastrous,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead wearily. “The new hire at the bakery put salt in the cookie batter. Ruined the whole damn batch.”

“I probably wouldn’t have even tasted the difference,” he chuckled, finally looking up briefly, a playful glint in his eyes.

“You could eat a pile of shit and not know the difference,” you laughed, the sound feeling surprisingly natural, a small crack in the wall of your forced indifference.

He finally looked up fully, a small, hopeful smile gracing his lips. “How’s… everything been?” He gestured vaguely with the wrench. “You know.”

It was seriously messing with your head how much easier it was to not be a total bitch when he was actually being helpful. Like, his presence was this weirdly comforting thing, even after all the shit that went down. It was almost like stepping back into some old, slightly worn-out but still familiar pair of shoes. He was your John B. Annoying as hell most of the time, but still… yours. God, the amount of history you two had was actually embarrassing. That time you tried to build a raft out of driftwood and duct tape and it immediately capsized, leaving you both looking like drowned rats and him blaming you for the ‘structural integrity failure’ even though he was the one who insisted on using glitter glue? Or that Halloween where you both decided to dress up as conjoined twins using a single oversized t-shirt and spent the entire night bumping into walls and tripping over each other? And who could forget the Great Water Balloon Fight of ‘09 that somehow escalated into a full-blown neighborhood sprinkler war, resulting in Mrs. Henderson’s prize-winning petunias getting utterly annihilated? 

The sheer volume of shared memories was nauseating. There just wasn’t enough room in your brain to hold onto this much anger and all that stupid nostalgia at the same time.He was like family, and family fought and eventually, usually, made up. And to be brutally honest, you were just so fucking over being mad at him. It was like this constant low-grade ache, a tension headache that wouldn’t quit, a knot in your neck that no amount of stretching could fix. Ugh.

“Yeah, other than the whole flat tire debacle,” you said, rolling your eyes, the sarcasm still there but maybe a little less sharp. “Everything’s been… an adjustment. Just getting used to being back.”

He chuckled softly, then went back to tightening a lug nut. “Well, at least you didn’t end up in a ditch this time.”

You rolled your eyes again, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. That had been one particularly memorable night, and definitely not in a good way. “Hardly a high bar to clear.”

“Hey, progress is progress, right?” He looked up again, his smile a little wider this time. “Besides, look at it this way – free tire change courtesy of yours truly.”

“Don’t expect a thank you card,” you mumbled, but the twitch in your lips betrayed your attempt at indifference.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his tone light. “Just glad I happened to be driving this way.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, a familiar suspicion creeping in. “You just ‘happened’ to be driving down this random road? This is nowhere close to your house, JB.”

He shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he finally stood up, dusting off his knees. “Okay, fine. I… uh… I still have your location.” He looked away, a sad little smile flickering across his lips as he gave your newly attached spare tire a pat. “All done. You should be set now.” He cleared his throat, the silence suddenly feeling heavier.

He still had your location. He knew. You knew he knew. And the unspoken weight of where that location was last night– Rafe’s place– hung heavy in the air between you.

“John B, wait.” The words tumbled out before you could overthink them, a sudden, desperate plea. You practically ran towards him as he was about to slide into the driver’s seat of the Twinkie. Without a second thought, you threw your arms around him, your face burying itself against his chest. He was still for a beat, maybe two, a surprised tension in his shoulders. Then, slowly, his arms wrapped around you, a familiar, comforting weight you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed. He still smelled like him – a mix of salt, sunscreen, and something uniquely John B that was achingly nostalgic. He held the back of your head, your hair brushing against his neck, and just held you tight, a silent promise not to let go, not to lose you again.

You pulled away slightly, your hands instinctively reaching up to cup the back of his neck, your thumbs resting just below his hairline. Your eyes were brimming, the unshed tears blurring his features. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he murmured, his thumbs gently stroking the apples of your cheeks, his gaze full of concern.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, “please just don’t say anything.” You swallowed hard, taking a shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “I’m just… I’m exhausted, John B. My mom is exhausting. Going to rehab was exhausting. I’m so behind on all my assignments, that’s exhausting. And you… hating you, being mad at you… it’s the most exhausting thing of all. I just… I don’t want to do it anymore.” You leaned forward slightly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

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[houseofblve]

42. 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 (closed): @my-name-is-baby @anacamofficial @nemesyaaa @thecoolermaybank @yktayy9669 @deerly-blvd @sqfewrd @blushmimi @barnesboo1967 @aawdrea @drewsswifeyy @lexvenuss @ethanthequeefqueen @rafes4 @beavee11 @wtfisastiles @pinkribboncoco @rafecqmeronslove @popou61 @lmaowhatt @emmaaas-posts @countryclubwhore @cokewithcameron @lili-swagalicious @multisection @mariamadison6-blog @icaqttt @harryzcherry @glenpowellluver @stelleduarte @klarxtr @kieeslove @vex-et-soleil @chillgal135 @drewstarkeyswife-7 @tqd4455 @marinrscomplex @arianagreenblattfanxx10 @loverliner @mirellef2001 @jjmaybankmylovee @defnotayonna @m0netbeauty @idiotussupremus @cyberkitty1 @gublerstylesobrien1238 @highladyofhogwarts @kaorisakamotofan @lil-sparklqueen @thesunflowersociety

a/n: y/n said yeah i wanna fuck him hell no i’m not letting him know that

[bealorelai]

i have so many ideas for some rafe cameron smau but i feel like i would be copying from my favs, and i dont this 😔

[houseofblve]

38. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎

𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 (closed): @my-name-is-baby @anacamofficial @nemesyaaa @thecoolermaybank @yktayy9669 @deerly-blvd @sqfewrd @blushmimi @barnesboo1967 @aawdrea @drewsswifeyy @lexvenuss @ethanthequeefqueen @rafes4 @beavee11 @wtfisastiles @pinkribboncoco @rafecqmeronslove @popou61 @lmaowhatt @emmaaas-posts @countryclubwhore @cokewithcameron @lili-swagalicious @multisection @mariamadison6-blog @icaqttt @harryzcherry @glenpowellluver @stelleduarte @klarxtr @kieeslove @vex-et-soleil @chillgal135 @drewstarkeyswife-7 @tqd4455 @marinrscomplex @arianagreenblattfanxx10 @loverliner @mirellef2001 @jjmaybankmylovee @defnotayonna @m0netbeauty @idiotussupremus @cyberkitty1 @gublerstylesobrien1238 @highladyofhogwarts @kaorisakamotofan @lil-sparklqueen @thesunflowersociety

a/n: this is mainly just y/n and austin because rafe deserves to crash out. last update for today, goodnight <33