Stan Lee (not really but i wish)

Just a grammatically incorrect writer writing things. You can find all of my stories at #stanleewrites or I have a special hashtag for each story so far #justafewmoreminutes #imissedyou #cuddlemeyoufool #womanizer #goldensuit REQUESTS WELCOME PLEASE I DO NOT BITE UNLESS YOU TICKLE ME

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It's been too long

I am so sorry the last time I posted anything was in August but I assure you dear followers I am working on something as we speak-er type and it will be up soon! Seriously though if you have any ideas about anything you would like me to write message me on anon (or nah if you're uncomfortable) and I'll get on it!

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#5 Michael Clifford- Golden Suit

You had your sunglasses pushed as far up your nose as you could get them and were adjusting your hair to hide as much of your face as possible when you saw the T-shirt. Your colorful, smiling face a stark contrast to the black background of the shirt itself. Before you knew it you were calling after the person in the shirt

He stopped abruptly as if annoyed and turned to look at you. His eyes went wide with recognition and he subconsciously covered his shirt with his hand.

"Oh my god you're Michael Clifford!" And suddenly you were subconsciously covering your own shirt with your hand.

"And you're Y/N Y/L/N! You have my face on your shirt..."

"You have my face on yours too so we're even on the fangirl level of creepiness."

His laugh made you smile. You started the day hoping you wouldn't be recognized and you would have succeeded if you didn't recognize yourself. You're glad you did though because you met Michael. You probably would have eventually with you both being celebrities but you're glad it was in a casual setting.

You didn't even consider the possibility of falling in love with Michael until it was too late. Every date, every late night conversation, every kiss, drove you farther and farther over the edge.

Michael POV

My hands were shaking when I opened the door to Y/N's apartment. 'Why is Chicago so cold?' I thought to myself. 'Or maybe it's just my nerves?'

"Oh my god! Michael? What the hell? You scared me half to death!"

I turned to see Y/N standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a script rolled up in her hand. "Were you planning on using that to beat the shit out of whoever broke into your house?"

"If I had to yes! What are you doing here I thought you we're in LA?"

"I was but your producer asked me to make an appearance in an episode of your show." I dropped my bag at my feet and closed the door. "I wanted to surprise you."

She pushed a deep breath out of her mouth. "Well shit come here you near killed me I need a kiss."

I couldn't help the smile the spread across my face.

"No that kiss wasn't good enough. I almost died you'll have to keep trying until I feel better." She said and chuckled at herself.

Original POV

You have to admit it was a little strange seeing your boyfriend around set next day. You weren't complaining but it was still weird. He was playing the part of a jealous ex boyfriend trying to get you back. You didn't really see much of him while you were filming other parts of the show but every once in a while you'd see him whispering with a producer and camera man or the other actors on set.

When his scene finally came up you gave him a kiss for good luck and slipped into your role as Jennifer Jacobson or JJ for short.

"Freddy what are you talking about? I would never do that to you." You laid an extra emphasis on the word never and put your hand on the side of your co-stars face. He jerked his head away and there was a knock on the door.

You had to look sad and you nearly broke character when you opened the door to your "house" and saw Mikey standing there in a suit. The camera couldn't see your eyes but they were wide with shock from seeing Michael your Michael in a suit. Of all things a golden suit.

"Michael?!" You asked sounding flabbergasted.

"Who the hell is this?" Michael asked brushing past you into your living room.

"I'm her boyfriend who the hell are you?" Your co-star/onscreen boyfriend said angrily.

"I'm her boyfriend." Michael turned toward the audience and flashed his mischievous grin. In return the audience cheered.

Your onscreen boyfriend looked hurt and pissed at the same time. "EX boyfriend! He's my ex boyfriend. We broke up two years ago."

Michael circled around you and your acting boyfriend. "Actually she broke up with me." He stopped in between you. "She broke up with me to go out with you."

"I see why. Who wants to date someone that wears a gold suit and has a solid gold eyebrow ring? It's tacky."

Michael feigned being hurt by his words. "It's not just solid gold. It also has a diamond."

"It doesn't matter she's is with me now!"

You didn't notice the other actors on the show we're quietly gathering behind you.

"Come on JJ lets get out of here." Your hand was taken by your onscreen boyfriend and you turned to walk out the way Michael came in. You stopped when you saw your fellow cast members smiling at you. Co-star released your hand and Michael grabbed your other hand and pulled you back to face him. This time he was on one knee.

"Y/N Y/L/N when I first met you you flagged me down because of my shirt." He chuckled. "And when I saw that you were you and I had your face on my shirt I inwardly freaked. I was having a fanboy moment and then I saw my face on your shirt and I really had a fanboy moment."

You knew what was coming and you tried to blink away the tears that threatened to cascade down your cheeks but he continued. "I am honestly the luckiest man on the planet to have worn your face that day because I met you and fell so hard." He gave you your hand back so he could reach into his pocket and open a small velvet box. "You are the highlight to my days, you are my never ending love, and you are the most beautiful woman I know inside and out. Would you Y/N Y/L/N do me a huge favor and make me the luckiest man in the world by being my wife?"

The entire studio was so silent you could hear a pen drop. It felt like forever that you were standing there. You dropped to your knees and threw your arms around Michael's neck.

"Does this mean yes?"

You were sobbing and could only nod your head. The audience cheered and your cast mates crowded around you in a big group hug. When you stopped sobbing you wiped your face and Michael gently took your hand and slid the ring on your ring finger.

"I am so madly in love with you." You said.

He smiled a big smile and said, "Not as madly as I am with you."

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#4 Harry Styles Fanfic- Womanizer

“Holy shit.” M/B/F said from across the table. “Y/N is that Harry Styles?”

I glanced at her and returned my attention to the lit up screen of my phone. “Bro the chances of seeing anyone famous are slim to none. And the chances of seeing-”

“Harry Styles!”

“-are even slimmer! Do you get a man whore vibe from him? I feel like he’s a man whore.”

“Look he is right there.” She reached over and snatched my phone.

“Hey give it back!”

“Not until you look!”

I rolled my eyes dramatically but looked in the direction she gestured to. “I don’t see Harry Styles. I see an agitated barista but no Harry Styles.”

“He’s right fucking th-” she whipped her head around, “Where the fuck is Harry Styles? I just saw him I swear.”

I patted her hand, “Hun you saw what you wanted to see. Will you please give me back my phone I need it.”

She handed it back with a sour expression. “I saw him.”

“I know but I gotta go.” I grabbed my purse and gave M/B/F a quick hug before heading out of the Starbucks.

—————————–<3<3<3—————————— “M/B/F Harry Styles is holding me captive.” I said into the phone.

“I’m not holding you captive.”

M/B/F started cracking up on the other end of the call. “Yeah right.”

“M/B/F I am being so serious right now. He is sitting next to me, I don’t know where he is taking me, I’m going to be late, and paparazzi are following us he thinks.”

“I don’t think they’re following us I know they’re following us.”

“Ok he ‘knows’ they’re following us.” I spoke into the phone again.

“Ok you’re just playing on the fact that I saw him at the Starbucks and you didn’t believe me so you’re playing a joke on me. Nice try it won’t work.” She said in her 'yeah right’ tone. “I’m not joking! I believe you saw him because he’s holding me captive!”

Harry sighed. “I’m not holding you captive.”

“Then let me out!”

“Who are you yelling at?”

“Mother fucking Harry Styles is who I’m yelling at! Look I don’t fucking care if you believe me or not but my car is still parked on the curb so can you please get it back to the house in one piece?”

“You didn’t say you had a car with you,” Harry said looking over at me.

“Yes because that’s the first thing a person says when they’re being escorted out of a crowd of paparazzi,” at this point M/B/F started talking in my ear but I ignored her and continued my rant, “and I mean it’s not like you asked me if I had a car. Like I never thought a womanizer such as yourself would have to resort to kidnapping but HERE WE ARE!”

“I’m not kidnapping you! You can leave as soon as we switch cars and ditch the paps and I am not a womanizer!”

“Holy shit you’re with Harry Styles.” M/B/F said in my ear.

“Please just take my car home.”

“You know what you have to do as my friend right?”

“Under these circumstances I am not doing it.”

“PLEEEEEASE.”

“Just get my car and we’ll see.” Before M/B/F could say anything I hung up the call.

“Look ok I know this looks like a kidnapping but the paps have been on me for a while wondering who my girlfriend is and you just happened to come out at the wrong time.”

“So I’m supposed to be your girlfriend now?! No fuck that.”

He pressed his fingers to his temples. “No you are not supposed to be my girlfriend BUT because you walked out when you did they thought we were doing the thing where one person leaves and then like ten minutes later the other person leaves. They have been hounding me to find out if I have a secret girlfriend and who she is.”

“Who is she?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Right why have the whole cow when you can get the milk for free right?”

He turned to face me so I turned to face him. “What is the problem?”

“What? You mean other than the fact that I was ambushed by paparazzi that think I’m someone I’m not, I got kidnapped by Harry Styles, and I’m now ten minutes late for my appointment?” I counted off the points on my fingers. “You know if I miss my appointments insurance doesn’t cover them so I have to pay out of pocket. That’s a lot of money I don’t have. And it’s not like you have any reason to care 'cause 'as soon as we switch cars’ I can leave. Yay. Note the fucking enthusiasm.”

“I was merely trying to get you away from the bloody paps. It’s not like I had a personal vendetta to keep you from your car and your appointment and your life. My bad for being a good guy.”

The car stopped and my door was opened. A big, bald, guy was standing there. “Miss please exit the vehicle and come with me.”

“I’m getting whacked. That’s it this is how I’m going out.”

The guy chuckled. “No ma'am Mr. Styles called in advance and asked that we escort you to your destination.”

“How kind.” The words left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Fuck. I’m such an asshole. Really I have no need to act like this toward him. He did rescue me from the paparazzi. And I have to do that thing for M/B/F. And he’s just been nice the whole time.

He cleared his throat from behind me. I snapped from my thoughts and turned toward him. He was standing with his hands behind his back. Is that hurt I’m detecting behind his eyes?

“Can I ask you a favor?” Awkward wouldn’t begin to cover how I was feeling.

He blinked. What I thought was hurt was now gone. “Sure.”

“Can I get an autograph for my friend?”

He thought or actually looked like he was pretending to think about it. “Mm no.”

“Ok look I’m sorry I’m being a dick but it’s kind of frustrating missing an appointment. Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment with a good gynecologist? It’s really hard the list is super long and then there’s other factors that I won’t list. Anyway what I’m trying to say is I sincerely apologize. And after today you never have to see me again.”

“For your friend?” His index finger stroked his chin.

“Yes.”

“Ok I’ll give you an autograph 'for your friend’ BUT I require something in return.” He laughed. “I’m not asking for sex. I’ll give you the autograph of you give me your number.”

“Oh but you’re not asking for sex?”

“No actually I’m asking for the opposite. I am, contrary to what you believe, not a womanizer and I would like to show you that.”

“You’re going to have to dumb it down for me.”

“I want the opportunity to prove to you that I’m not a womanizer. I’m not a man whore. I’m not anything like that. I am Harry Styles. Take away the fame and I’m a good guy. Keep the fame and I’m still a good guy.”

“You want to prove to me you’re a good guy?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“And if I agree you’ll give me the autograph?”

“Yup.” He crossed his arms.

My eyebrows pushed together. “Fine.”

“Fantastic! I’ll take your number now.” Reluctantly he received my number. “Let’s go get your friend that autograph.”

“Wait what? I thought you were putting me in this car and we were going separate ways!”

“Nope you’re stuck with me now at least for a couple of days. Well part of the next couple of days.”

I didn’t have time to say anything else. I was being put into a car with tinted windows and Harry was sliding in next to me. “Sorry love the paps we’re finally able to get into the parking garage we’ve got to go.”

“What have I just gotten myself into?”

He smiled a mischievous smile. “They already think you’re my girlfriend if they see us together they’ll just continue to say it but once you’re convinced you’ll be the one that never has to see me again.”

“Actually that’s pretty much impossible. I see your face at least three times a day.”

“Well now you get to see the real thing.” Another mischievous smile.

Damn it.

It’s terrible I know but I hope this is the first part with a couple more. Like, comment, request, tell me what you think might happen?

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#3 Chris Evans Fanfic- Cuddle Me You Fool

An irritating snoring was invading my dream and eventually woke me up all together. ‘What the hell?’ I opened my eyes and took in some of my surroundings. ‘A hotel? I went home with a guy that’s staying in a hotel. Great job. Okay rip the bandaid off, roll over, and see the dude without your beer goggles on. Nooo what if he’s really bad? Oh well it’s not like you can go back and say no now. Fuck.’ An arm I hadn’t realized was draped over my midsection moved and I slammed my eyes shut. The snoring had stopped and you hoped the guy wasn’t awake. ‘Please don’t wake me up. Please don’t wake me up. Oh please dear god don’t wake me up.’

The mystery guy made a sound like a yawn and got up. I heard heavy foot steps and then the bathroom door closed. When I heard the shower turn on I jumped out of the bed. ‘Shit shit shit.’ I quickly gathered my things and put them on close to the door in case I needed to make an even quicker escape. I only had one heel on when I heard the shower cut off. ‘Fuck. Me.’ The bathroom door opened just as I opened the room door. ‘Thank god for corners.’

“Hey, um, oh…” I heard as I quietly closed the door. Still in one heel I made a break for closest elevator. ‘Come on. Come. On!’ This was definitely not one of the smoothest morning after escapes I’ve ever made. The elevator arrived after I put my other heel on and I sighed in relief when I pushed the button for the lobby. ‘I really hope it doesn’t look like I’m on a walk of shame.’ I thought and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.

I took a deep breath and stepped out into the lobby. ‘Oh shit this is a nice hotel.’ I tried to make it seem like I belonged there and walked with purpose. A purpose to get out and get as far away as possible before mystery guy tried to run me down. 'Wouldn’t be the first time.’

“Yes, sir, she just walked into the lobby.” The manager at the check-in desk said into the phone. I looked around and saw no one else. Subtly I picked up my pace. “Miss Carter.”

I stopped and turned to the manger. “Yes?”

“Mr. Evans says that you left a few of your personal effects from last night.” The manger stated politely and my face heated. He listened to the man on the other end of the line, “Very good, sir,” he said and hung up. “Mr. Evans says he will be down momentarily to return the items previously mentioned. You may have a seat while you wait.”

Damn. “No, that’s alright, thank you.” Again I took off for the door. The doorman had just opened it when the elevator dinged. A taxi was just letting someone out when I got to the curb. I took it and looked out the window to see the mystery man running outside. He was looking left and right when we pulled away from the curb.

“Walk of shame?” The cab driver asked.

“What makes you ask that?” I eyed the back of his head.

He chuckled. “I’ve seen a lot of those. I assume it was the guy that ran out of the hotel?”

“Yeah.”

“He looked a lot like that one actor from the super hero movies. What’s it called? Something America.”

“Captain America?”

“Yes! That’s it. He looked a lot like that guy.”

“Really? I didn’t think so.”

{A few weeks later}

“Hey! Hello? Bartender! What does a girl have to do to get a bourbon around here?” Yes I was complaining. The bartender was busy chatting up some bimbo.

“Excuse me, bartender, I believe the lady asked for a drink.” A voice said from a couple stools away from me. The bartender looked over and reluctantly pulled a bottle of bourbon.

“Nope not that one.” I said and he reached for another. “Not that one either.”

The voice that got the bartenders attention spoke up again. “She wants Four Roses.”

I snapped my head around to look at the speaker. Of course. Mystery man. The bartender held up a bottle of Four Roses to confirm. “Yeah. Leave the bottle.” He poured an appropriate amount into a glass and left to go back to the bimbo.

“That’s expensive stuff you have there.”

“It gets the job done.” I said and took a sip.

“I’m starting to feel like a booty call.” He said loud enough for others, including the bimbo and bartender, to hear.

“That was your decision.” I responded and turned my eyes away from my glass to look at the man still sitting away from me. “You were the one that said 'oh I can’t have strings attached. Oh I can’t this and I can’t that.’”

“You remember the first time we met?” He said and moved to the stool directly next to me.

“Remind me.” I took another sip of my bourbon.

“It was Valentines day and you were in this exact position.” He poured some bourbon in his own glass. “I sat down right next to you and made a comment about how crowded it was and you were sipping on some fruity drink, watching highlights on ESPN and you didn’t hear me.” He laughed. “I tried to talk to you for a good ten minutes before I gave up. And then you tried to get the bartenders attention to get another drink and I had to yell over the crowd for him to get you that drink. It was then that you realized anyone else was even in the bar.”

“Then I said my thanks and you went on this whole spiel about how you had tried to talk to me and then we got piss drunk and fucked.”

“I guess that’s the condensed version. Then you tried to make a clean get away and I laughed at you because you left your underwear in the flower vase and took mine because you couldn’t find yours.”

“And that’s it that’s how we met.” I said finishing off my third glass of bourbon. “Then you left for some press something or another and managed to find me again at this very bar in this very spot drinking this very drink. I managed to score your number that night and then we went to your hotel and fucked.”

“What can I say I’m a man of habit.”

“Yup and you habitually tell me that. You also habitually tell me that you can’t have a relationship and all this bullshit and then you habitually find me at this bar in this spot drinking this wonderful bourbon,” I poked the bar with my index finger to emphasize each point, “So tell me 'man of habit’ how long is this habit a habit before it’s an addiction? I called you a few weeks ago to prove to myself that you were just a casual hook up. Think that makes you feel like a booty call? Place yourself in my shoes and tell me how that makes me feel.”

He swallowed hard and stared down at his hands but didn’t answer.

“Bartender, I’m buying the bottle I need my tab.” Astonishingly he was quick to get it. Chris still hadn’t said anything when I got down from the stool. I took my purse and the bottle of Four Roses. “Chris, you’re a wonderful guy. Don’t expect me to find me here the next time you want a hook up or even the time after that.” I turned to the bartender. “Good night, George.”

“Good night, Jess.”

I walked out of the bar and waved my hand in the air. “TAXI.”

“Jessica.” Chris jogged out after me. “Jessica, wait.”

I opened the door to the taxi and got in but Chris stopped it from closing and got in after me. “Jessica when you called me it surprised me. I didn’t expect it and it scared the hell out of me.”

“Where to, lady?”

“The Saint Michaels hotel, that is where you stay isn’t it, Chris?”

“Jessica, please, hear me out.”

“Oh I’ve heard you out. Very erotic. Not interested.” I said and looked out the taxi window mostly to ignore Chris.

He took a deep breath and continued to speak, “I think- I know I want something more with you than casual sex.”

“Not casual sex? Still uninterested. You know you are very bad at this.”

“No I mean I want all of it. I want to wake up to you in the morning and not you gone or trying to be gone before I wake up. I never wanted you to leave anyway. I just never came to terms with it until you called me and then you didn’t answer when I tried calling and I couldn’t find you at the bar and I finally paid off George to tell me when you were there.”

“You paid off George? I paid off George to tell me when you weren’t there. Fucking bartenders.”

“Jessica please give me a chance to be more than a sometimes fuck buddy.”

The cab driver pulled up outside the hotel. “Good night, Chris.” I didn’t look back as the cab driver drove off but I imagined Chris standing there watching as the cab drove off never to see me again. The only thing that would make it better is if it were raining. I got dropped off at my apartment. 'He thinks he’s the booty call. He’s never even been to my apartment. He doesn’t know me.’ I sat on the couch. 'Lets waste this fuckin’ bottle of bourbon and drink it straight out the bottle. How dare he? I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now. God but I miss him. No you don’t. Yes you do. Fuck. You know what I just need to keep my mind off of him.’ I turned on the tv but of course Captain America was on so I changed the channel. 'Fuck it is loved Captain America before I loved Chris Evans.’ “Chris I need you to come over.” I said into the phone. “Are you okay?” He responded. “Just a little tipsy. A certain boy that will not be named has played with my emotions and driven me to drink.” “Okay I’ll be there in a bit. Don’t move.” Honestly it wasn’t long before he buzzed my door. When he came up I was leaning against the door. “You called.” “Yup this is a booty call.” His eyebrows shot up when I pulled him by his hand into my apartment. The open floor plan made it easy for me to get him into my room and seated on my bed. “Take your shoes off there’s no shoes in my bed. I’m getting on some shorts.” A confused expression passed his face until I got in the bed. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” He was still on the edge of the bed and had his head down. “Shut up and cuddle me you fool.” “I thought…?” “No this is my booty call, I’m calling the booty, now the booty better get over here and cuddle me before I change my mind.” He got under the blankets with me and I cuddled up to his chest. “See this is nice. I like this. You know what I’m going to do this. Probably not with you though you suck at this. You would think that as many times as we’ve had sex you’d be less rigid.” My babbling continued on until a few fingers guided my chin up and a pair of lips met mine. “See I don’t know why you don’t do that more often. Slow, passionate, sweet. You’re good at that but you don’t do it as often as you should. It really pisses me off you know.” Again he pressed his lips to mine. “You know I really love when you kiss me. It’s like my favorite thing in the entire world. Well actually that’s a close call with bourbon. I REALLY enjoy bourbon.” “Jessica.” “What?” “I love you.” He kissed me again and pressed me to him. “You know what I wish I couldn’t say the same thing but I do too. Such an asshole that’s what you are. You’re an asshole. But I can’t help but feel the same. Damn.” “You do realize that you can’t leave tomorrow before I wake up right?” “And why not?!” “It’s your apartment.” “Oh. Yeah. My bad. Just whatever if your clothes get too uncomfortable you can just sleep naked.” “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?” He laughed. “I really would but honestly it’s up to you.” I laughed too. We fell asleep and when we woke up we changed up our normal bang routine. Oops. Ok this one really is terrible. The hotel mentioned is made up I think idk I just thought of something. Like, comment, inbox me your suggestions :*

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#2 Ronnie Radke One Shot- I Missed You *smut*

I didn’t get out of the car when Ronnie texted me that he was outside the airport. Instead I waited patiently for the driver to load his bags in the back and and open the door for him. The inside of the limo was dark so Ronnie didn’t see me sitting there like I was until the door was closed and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Ronnie, baby, I missed you so so much.” I whispered in his ear as I traced his chest with my finger nail.

“Fuck.” Was all he could get out but I swallowed his word.

I pulled away from his kiss to throw my shirt off. “It’s a three hour drive back home. Wanna see how many times we can go at it before we get there?”

“I fucking love you.” He said and pushed his pants off.

I hiked my skirt up and straddled his lap.

“I missed you.” His voice vibrated against my neck. I felt my bra rip and my nipples sprang hard from the sudden coldness. “Oh god I fucking missed you.”

“Oh no no Mr. Radke. You have been a very bad boy. You left me all alone with no one to take care of my…” I gave his lips a quick kiss

“I’ll make it up to you.” He watched as I sprang his engorged cock from his boxers.

“I know.” And I plunged down on his cock without another word. I had just found my rhythm when Ronnie grabbed me by the back of the thighs and got me on the floor of the limo.

“I said I had to make it up to you.” He kissed my neck and trailed kisses down between my breasts. “So let me make it up to you.”

With one of my legs over his shoulder he slammed into me fast and hard over and over again. The limo was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, and slung profanities.

“Oh my fucking god don’t you fucking stop.” I yelled and grasped at a the seats around me. I felt the tension start to build inside me. Ronnie took my other leg and put it over his other shoulder. Using my hips he pounded faster and harder into me until I saw stars and he collapsed down on top of me.

Face to face and out of breath he said, “I’m not done with you yet,” and kissed me.

He spread my legs again and flashed his wicked smile with a wink before burying his tongue in me. It wasn’t long before he had my back arching.

“Right there! Oh my god I’m getting close again.” Ronnie made one long swipe up my slit before slowly sliding in two fingers.

“Do you like being fucked like the little whore I know you are?“ His fingers picked up the pace. “How does it make you feel knowing that my fingers can keep you this close?”

I realized I was biting my lip and when I didn’t answer Ronnie sucked my clit into his mouth. The noise that escaped my mouth was more a squeal of pleasure than a moan.

“Oh, baby, you need to do that again.” He repeated his previous actions but sucked harder.

The squeal rang out in the limo and I reached down to grab Ronnie’s hair. My teeth were clenched in frustration when I forced him to look me in the eyes and said, “Fuck me.”

“My pleasure.” He pulled me up so I was sitting in his lap. He held me in place with one arm around my waist and the other held my face close to his. Our eyes never disconnected as he fucked me in our seated position.

His orgasm face was picture perfection driving me over the edge to my high. He leaned back against the seat in satisfaction and slid out of me. “Babe that was one of the best welcome homes I’ve gotten.”

“Oh but we aren’t finished.” I flashed a wicked grin.

First smut by request of anon. I hope to isn’t bad and if it is I guess they get better the more you write them? Idfk lol comment, like, inbox me and request some stuff :D

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#1 Shawn Mendes Imagine- Just a Few More Minutes

You were completely bored out of your mind. That much you knew for sure but what you didn’t know was when your mom was coming back with food and when Shawn was going to text you back. You had learned that he wouldn’t be able to text you back right away and that usually wasn’t a problem but all of your other friends were MIA too. All away at camp or seeing family in other states or taking trips with family to foreign lands. They’d give you short recaps of what was going on and how much fun they were having and you were just stuck. You literally bumped into Shawn on the street and had a small fangirl moment (lol little on the outside but on the inside it was like WHATTHEACTUALFUCKIMACTUALLYMEETINGSHAWNMENDESTHESINGERRIGHTNOWHESINFRONTOFME). Your mom (being totally clueless about Shawn) asked him if he went to school with you and of course he didn’t so she gave him your number and surprisingly he texted you right after. Sounds like something out of a fanfic I know but it was totally cool and he was totally cool and said your mom was cool and you kept talking to him because he kept talking to you. Eventually you guys became good friends and he took you to a couple of his shows but that’s besides the point! At the moment he was the only one of your friends that could actually talk to you on a regular basis and he’d been quiet all day. Nothing. Not a text. Not a snapchat. Nothing on Instagram or twitter either. You finally heard the front door open and you ran down the stairs. The sight in the kitchen surprised you to the point you stopped so quickly you almost toppled over. ‘Shawn? In my kitchen? *confused face*’ Shawn smiled when he saw you, “Hey I thought I’d surprise you.” “Yeah you did!” You met him in the middle of the kitchen for a hug. “I was waiting for my mom she’s supposed to be bring food.” He slung an arm over your shoulders and smiled again. “She helped me with my plan to surprise you so she’s getting it now.” You and Shawn hung out in the living room on a pallet of blankets and pillows and watched movies for the next two days. Like all good things this had to come to an end. On the way to the airport you and Shawn laughed and talk as though you were going to see a movie instead of saying goodbye. Your mom decided to circle the airport a couple of times instead of paying for parking so you could walk Shawn in. “I’m so mad at you.” You fake scowled at him. He opened his mouth in fake astonishment. “What why?” “All my friends, including you, are off on adventures and I’m stuck here bored out of my mind.” He laughed and hugged you. You breathed in the scent of him and hugged him harder. *“Attention passengers flight 1234 to Los Angeles will start boarding in thirty minutes.”* “I gotta go.” “No just a few more minutes.” “I still have to go through security.” You sighed and reluctantly released Shawn from your hug. He smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head. “I’ll text you whenever I can.” You waited until you saw him turn and wave from the other side of security before retreating from the airport. ‘This summer is going to continue to blow.’ You thought to yourself when your mom finally pulled back around to get you.

Super short I know but this is the first one hopefully they’ll get better Part 2 maybe? Inbox me or like or comment your thoughts!