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luverboychris · 3 months

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𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀𝑺𝑨𝑻 𝑷𝑻. 1 | 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶

IN WHICH.. the boy your older sister used to babysit for when he was a little kid is now all grown up— and you are too. never been touched before except for his own two hands until you finally show him what pleasure really feels like. but, don’t you dare think he’s not dirty minded…

sub!chris x fem reader, fluff aw!!!, losing virginity, riding

note: im such a slut for shy chris like pls bby come here & relax. also this is part 1 because trust this story be juicy asf.

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chris has always been the quiet kid. sitting in the back of the class, knowing the answer but too scared to raise his hand. feeling the sweat forming on his forehead ready to drip down due to worrying if the teacher is going to call on him.

he thought maybe as he got older, grew more mature, he would finally get out of it. perhaps it was a phase. but he was now twenty.. and still the same shy kid from middle school.

he just didn’t get it. he knew his thoughts had so much potential to show his true personality and colors but it was like he had a wall that stopped them from spilling out.

chris drives into the walgreens parking lot, finding the nearest open spot. he gets out of the car and walks inside. he was in desperate need of a refill of his anxiety medication and he was rushing.

but just when the pharmacy was making his prescription, he wanders through the aisles of the store and grabs a snack and of course, a pepsi. chris isn't chris without a pepsi in his hand. he shuts the fridge door and turns his head, seeing a girl.

but he thought she looked familiar, squinting his eyes a tad thinking that would zoom in his vision. she turns her head a little more and thats when he realizes he does know her.

it was his old babysitter, how could he forget? she turns her head back and starts walking out of the aisle he was in.

“w-wait!” he shouts. her hair flips back, snapping her head towards the shouting boy.

“oh my- what the?! chris?” she exclaims. she makes her way towards him as he does nothing but stand in the same spot and smile.

“you’re all grown up, i’m freaking out right now.” your sister says. she pulls him in a hug and he lets her. he appreciated your sister so much. not having a sister of his own yet he felt like she was his big sister in a way.

she always helped him. wether it was when she would pick him up from school and he was covered in bruises from getting beaten up by the kids in his class. or, always reassuring him that everything will be okay in the end. he truly admired her.

but another thing that chris absolutely loved about her, was her little sister that was in his class at the time. and that was you. you were nothing but sweet to him. you hated how people treated him in middle school.

after middle school, you guys went your separate ways since he went to a private school, and you didn’t see him since.

when he saw your big sister, he instantly had you in mind. wondering what you were doing in life, what you look like now, if you still have the same interests as you did in middle school. and the most he was thinking about.. how your love life was.

of course his was non-existent. and he was kind of okay with it, he learned to accept it. girls never looked his way, and no way in hell would he make the first move.

you obviously didn’t know of this, but chris had the utter most biggest crush on you throughout middle school. he basically thought you were an angel sent from heaven to protect him.

chris scratches the back of his neck, “so, uh hows y/n?” he asks. he was in shock he had the balls to even ask that— but he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he walked out of the store without knowing.

your sister laughs, “she’s good! really good..” she says, “well except for the fact she just got out of a long relationship. fuck that guy, he was an asshole.” she adds. chris lets out a little laugh, your sister always overshared and he liked it.

turns out it was one of the boys that used to bully chris. fuck, did he hate that guy. and no wonder you guys didn’t end up working out, you needed a sweet boy— he thought to himself.

“she’s going to be very happy when i tell her i ran into you!” she says, “would you want her number? maybe catch up. i’m sure she would love that chris.”

his eyes widened, without making it seem like he was a nervous wreck after those words came out of your sister’s mouth. with everything in him, he wanted your number.. but he was scared. what would he say to you? would you respond? what if you block him after he presses send to the first text?

“c’mon chris.. she will love to hear from you. just say yes.” she giggles. your sister knew chris too well, always was able to read him like a book. he swore she was some type of mind reader.

“i, uh.. okay. please. yes, can i have her number?” he practically begs. she nods her head and grabs her phone, giving chris your contact. he thanks her and pulls her into a hug before saying goodbye.

but now he was home.. laying in his bed with his face up towards the ceiling. his phone right by the side of him. it was like his phone was taunting him and calling him names for being an absolute pussy. calling him out for not just turning his damn phone on and texting you already.

thoughts rolling around in his head. should he do it now? or is it too soon since he basically just got back home from catching into your sister.

should he do it later? like late at night? but no, it would look like he is hitting you up in a sexual way if its too late. he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

he lets out a big sigh. finally forcing himself to overcome his anxious thoughts and concerns as he lifts his phone up to his face. should he call you instead of text? he would be a stuttering mess if he called you— he thought to himself. but something in him did it anyway.

his hands begin to feel sweaty, the grip on his phone tightening as he presses the tip of his finger on his screen and tapping on your number.

the sound of the phone dialing, which felt like centuries for chris started to make him worry. what if you don't answer because a random fucking number is calling you? please.. please answer. —he thought to himself.

"hello..?" your voice so soft and delicate, with confusion laced in your vocals. even though chris hasn't heard your voice in years, he still instantly just felt at ease. he closes his eyes and smiles to himself.

"h-hi.." he clears his throat and tries again, "hey y/n, it's chris... sturniolo." he quitely slaps his forehead, feeling like he sounds like an absolute nerd.

"oh my go- chris? my sister was just texting me how she bumped into you at the store. damn i kind of regret not going with her now." you say. that sentence alone was enough for his cheeks to flush up in color.

he let out a nervous laugh that bounced through his speaker to your ear. "really?" he mumbles, "anyway, how are you? it's been a while, and oh.. i am sorry to hear about your breakup.." he adds.

"what the fuck? my sister told you about that? i'm going to fucking kill her i swear.. always telling people my buisness." you groan, "but, thank you chris that means a lot." he fidgets in place, knowing he shouldn't have said that to you.

"i, uh sorry.. that's my fault." he mutters.

you drag your fingers across the desk in your bedroom, holding the phone against your ear with your free hand. "hahah, no chris. i was kidding.. kind of. it's okay, that's on her not you." you catch yourself basically blabbering and you feel awkward.

"you know.. i love that you called me but i feel like we have so much to catch up on in eachother's lives." you say, "why don't you come over instead of talking back and fourth on the phone? it'd be nice to see you all grown up too." you add.

chris sits on the edge of his bed now, his hand covering his mouth to not make a single sound because fuck how much your words felt like flirting to him. even if those weren't your intentions, he loved you were at least making an effort to see him in person.

"t-that, that sounds nice yeah." he replies, "i'm free all night."

"you're in luck mr. sturniolo because i also am free all night. come to my apartment?" you ask. he takes a big gulp. he thought you would maybe ask to go to the mall, or go get ice cream. but, going over to your apartment? alone.. he was scared but no way he was letting this offer down.

"y-you sure?" he asks. he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you were far from it. you were actually excited.

"of course. why don't you come around ten-ish, huh? i'll give you my address. i'll see you then." you reply. chris gets up from his bed, looking at himself in the mirror and catches himself with the most child like grin.

he repeats your words, "see you then." and you hang up the phone. it took him a few moments until he actually removed his phone from his ear. fuck.. was he so happy. he didn't know him picking up his anxiety medication a little later than usual would end up with him being able to see you.

—that night, at your place

chris didn't feel like this was real, standing outside your door with flowers in his hand. a rush of nerves squirm throughout his body as he builds the encouragement to bring his knuckles against your apartment door.

he knocks, and he hears you rummaging on the other side of the door walking towards your entrance. you snap the door open, you look down to the floor straight up to him meeting up with his eyes.

you were not expecting him to look that cute.. yes, he was always an adorable boy in your class but now he was tall, his jawline clenched and just his whole appearance together was insanely attractive.

you lower your gaze to meet with the flowers in his hand, "flowers?" you say, "what is this? a date chris?" you laugh.

his face immediately goes red, "n-no, i, no i know this isn't a date." he replys rather quickly, "my mom just always says to bring a girl flowers.. i'm sorry."

you pull him into your apartment, "aw no chris, don't worry. i was only kidding. i love these flowers and that's very thoughtful." you almost forgot how you needed to tone it down a little with the jokes because he was a sensitive boy. "they are beautiful." you take them from his hands and walk towards your kitchen counter and gently putting them down.

you were so caught up in the flowers, while chris was doing nothing but admiring you. he always thought you were the most beautiful girl in middle school, but how did you grow up to be even more perfect in his eyes? it made him stunned.

you weren't wearing anything fancy though, just lounge wear with your hair pulled up. he stands still, staying in the exact spot you made him go in the first place. which was right by your apartment door. you turn around from the kitchen to him, "don't be shy chris. you can walk around." you say.

he snaps back, realizing he was just thinking about how good you looked without any dash of effort. he clears his throat, "right.. sorry." he says as he walks towards your couch.

"chris you know.. you don't need to apologize after everything." you mutter.

he finally gets comfortable on the couch, "you're right sorry." he says. you walk to the couch, his eyes looking up at you while you're standing right above him giving him a 'really?' look.

"i-it’s a bad habit of mine.." he whispers. your heart shattered a little when he said that, he barely said it out loud but it was enough for you to hear.

you pout at him, now sitting next to him on your couch. "you're cute, you know that?" you say. you rest your face on your hand. he tried maintaining eye contact with you but after you just threw that compliment in the air, there was no way he could.

he swallowed, "i'm cute?" he mumbles. you inch yourself just a little closer to him, now your thighs touching each other.

"oh you know you're cute." you say. he finally is brave enough to look at you now, but then looked down to your glossed lips.

"no i don't. i don't think i'm cute." he replies.

even though this was your first time seeing him in years, it already felt like you guys were back in the third period, lab partners and not paying attention to the lesson because you and chris would just talk, talk, talk.

you were always his partner in class, because no one else would. since nick and matt weren’t in the same classes.

"well you should." you snap back. you knew he needed the validation, and you didn't mind showering him with all the compliments in the world.

chris felt like he was doing a good job with keeping his composure, but he really was deteriorating on the inside. his heart rate going up through the roof and he felt a zoo of butterflies flying around in his stomach.

"i'll try my best to think that.." he mutters. you let out a giggle before unzipping your jacket completely, taking it off and letting your arms be exposed with the tank top you were wearing underneath.

"i'm sorry.. my apartment is so hot right now. i love summer but fuck am i dying of heat right now." you moan out, fanning yourself with your hand. he did everything in his power to keep his eyes focused on your face, and not let them wander to your body.

you stand up a little, your knees on the couch as you reach for the thermostat that's right next to you on the wall. you didn't even mean to, but you were completely bent over in front of chris and now he has failed. his eyes burning into your lower half. your shorts a little too short for his liking because the right amount of your ass was being revealed to him.

you were teasing the fuck out of him without even knowing it. you lower the temperature, going back to sitting right next to chris. "ahh, okay it'll get colder in here soon." you say. he just nods, trying his best not to replay the image of you bent down in front of him over and over in his head.

but his hormones didn't let him, resulting in his dick to grow underneath his boxers and shorts. fuck.. the last thing he wanted to happen was to get hard by you infront of you. he began to feel embarrased, making sure you wouldn't notice.

he looks down at his boner for a split second then back up to you, pulling his hands to cover his area in a nonchalant way. but no girl is stupid.. and they can always tell when a guy is trying to cover up a boner.

he readjusts himself on the couch as you guys are talking back and fourth about your life. you catch him fidgeting his legs, "chris.. are you okay?" you ask.

"wha-? oh, y-yeah. i'm fine." he says. here comes the stuttering.

"it doesn't look like you're fine." you reply. usually he would keep denying it, but he trusts you.

"if you want me to be honest.. and i'm sorry before i say this if it makes you uncomfortable.." he says, "i'm hard and i was trying to make sure you didn't see."

his hands part away, now letting you see his dick poking through his shorts. you feel yourself become warm, and it wasn't because your apartment was.

a brush of horniness absorbs into your skin as you keep looking down, him looking at you with innocent and guilty eyes.

"oh, uh it׳s okay.." you mumble out. he felt like you were disgusted by him, grabbing a hold on your arm.

"n-no fuck! i'm sorry, i really am. i didn't mean to make you grossed out i swear." he pleads. you look down at the grip he has on your arm and then look back at him.

"chris, seriously don't worry.. do you know how many times a girl gets wet from something and has no control over it? it's not your fault that for guys you can physically see when something riles you up." you say with all honestly. that relieved him, instantly making him feel better.

"besides, it's kind of hot." you blurt out. your words make his head snap back towards you, a wave of shock hitting him.

"wait uh, w-what?" he says. you shrug your shoulders, as you clench your thighs together.

"you got hard from thinking about me. it's hot. you have a problem with that?" you ask. he shakes his head ‘no’ so much, his head almost fell off.

"n-no. i don't have a problem with that." he says, "i just am not used to this. i haven't been alone in a room with a girl."

"chris what?! does that mean you're a virgin? wait.. have you even kissed a girl?" you ask. you know he was shy and innocent.. but not that innocent.

his face turns red, attempting to cover his face with his right hand. "yes, im a virgin. and no i haven’t kissed anyone.." he mumbles into his hand.

his pureness was honestly attractive to you.

"wow." you say, "but have you atleast touched yourself?"

the truth was, he touched himself a little too much. the amount of times he has watched porn and jerked off was an unhealthy amount. or even just using his imagination. and, there was no way he was going to admit to you that you have crossed his mind while he was stroking himself.. picturing what you looked like all grown up.

and you fit his description perfectly, as you were now sitting right next to him.

"yeah, i have.." he mumbles, "hey listen.. just because i'm a prude doesn't mean i don't have a d-dirty mind." he adds. you raise your eyebrows at him, shocked that he said that to you.

"dirty mind? i don't believe you chris." you smirk. he didn't even know he slipped that out, his breathing becoming uneven.

"yeah." he says, "i know when the time comes, i will make my girl feel really good." suddenly confidence was rushing through his veins. and it was making you bite your lip at him.

"oh yeah? you will make your girl feel good? i don't know.. i can't believe that." you reply, teasing him.

"i swear!" he softly yells out. you were trying not to get wet at the sneaky plan you were thinking in your head.

"care to prove it?" you snap back. and that's when his confidence that was building up inside him disappears. his palms are sweaty again and his cock was just growing by the second.

“mhm..” he says with a shaky tone.

go read—> press here part 2

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okay this is lowk long and i want the smut to be in part 2 or else this will be as long as a harry potter novel ong. hope u enjoyed it i love u guys so much?! like thank you for reading my other story, i cant believe it hit 100 likes im stunned. here are tags of people who i wanna marry so badly bruh

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viajunebaby · 3 months

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Task Force 141! — Sending and Receiving nudes!

tw; mentions of sex, nudity, nsfw.

Ghost;

Sending;

— he isn’t big fan of taking pictures of himself, but, oh boy, when you are texting him in that needy manner he’s already preparing

— doesn’t take too much time to take a pic of his dick to send it to you, he’s already hard from your dirty talking over the text messages

— his pictures are always the same, low angle, his veiny hand holding his length while his thumb is gently caressing the tip

— he doesn’t care about the time and place to send you these, if you are asking nicely you are getting it, darling

— one time he accidentally send it to your e-mail and when you opened it at work you had a nice, big surprise

Receiving;

— he’s a sucker for your pics

— definitely has private folder of every single nude you sent him over the time

— at first stages in your relationship he was very subtle to ask for them, but after some time he was just asking straight

— ‘you were lookin’ so fuckin’ good today, dear. come on, one pic f’me?’ how can you say no?

— he also doesn’t care where you are at the moment. you are at work? it’s okay, go to the bathroom. you didn’t shaved? what’s the issue?

— obviously, he prefers the real thing but he can’t say no to your hot pictures on his phone

Soap;

Sending;

— he loves it

— you don’t even have to ask him for some spicy pics, you wake up and they are already in your phone

— he knows you love his body, so he is spoiling you with his pics whenever he can

— definitely took some pictures for later so when he is busy he can send you them without having to strip down and take some photos

— he loves to add little notes to his nudes; ‘look what you did, lass/lad, gonna fix it?’ or ‘miss being inside you’

— he sent you couple of videos too, of him masturbating, his breathy voice in the background of the video while sloppy sounds of his dick are taking over your imagination

— sometimes he is asking gaz if this pic is good to send. he has no shame

Receiving;

— ohhh, he’s on his knees already

— he can beg and plead over the texts for just one pic, sometimes he even calls you to get them

— ‘please, baby, i need to see that perfect pussy/cock of yours’

— and, well, it’s working every time

— you can even send picture only in your underwear, it’s working for him already

— praising you and your body like you are the art in the museum, he worships you like crazy

— one time he accidentally made your nude pic a wallpaper for his phone and didn’t even noticed, until ghost asked him to use his phone for a minute

— since that accident he always make sure to save your pics in private folder

Gaz;

Sending;

— he is a big fan of sending nudes

— when I tell you, this man is a fucking model, I’m not kidding

— he has a full photoshoot of his naked body and it’s only for your eyes, honey

— he knows he is attractive, he has no shame of posing naked for the camera and then tease you with them for the whole day

— he doesn’t send fast pics, he isn’t that kind of guy to just take a pic and send it to you. it has to be a fucking masterpiece so you are drooling

— not only showing his dick but also his abs and broad shoulders (you know you love it)

— mirror pics are his favourite, because you can see his face, his chest, his abs and most importantly his hard cock waiting for you to come home already and choke on it all night

Receiving;

— obviously, he loves it, too

— although he isn’t asking that much for a pictures, no, he is bigger fan of videos

— he loves to watch you playing with yourself, how desperately you want to find a sweet release while he knows you can only cum with his help

— your shaky voice while you are whispering his name on the video… fuck, he is hard again

— ‘makin’ me so fuckin’ horny with only your voice, babe. be ready when i get home’

— big fan of sexting

Price;

Sending;

— at first it started as a joke

— you were joking and teasing him about how he definitely had a hot photoshoot when he was younger

— next thing you knew, he sent you a picture of his younger self, his abs weren’t that big and he wasn’t that hairy but his dick? oh, god

— since then you’ve been asking him for more pics but from current times and he couldn’t say no to your pretty fucking face

— he doesn’t send them often, maybe once in a few weeks, when he is away on a mission and he knows that you need him so much

— mostly they are mirror pics, his muscles covered in hair while he is holding his hard dick, smirking softly as he is posing

— ‘enough for my baby to help yourself?’

— he absolutely loves to tease you a bit. sending you pictures of his semi hard cock in his boxers or the towel wrapped around his waist

— he adores your begging over the texts for more

Receiving;

— he doesn’t mind if you are not in the mood to not send them, he can stick to the videos he took while you two were fucking

— but when you are in the mood, it’s over for him

— you always make sure to take a pic from the best angle so it’s showing all the body parts he loves the most about you

— it’s working every single time

— he got used to receiving nudes from you while he is working, when he hears the notification from his phone while he has a meeting he knows better not to open it right now

— he doesn’t save them on his phone, he has too many pictures of you that he took

— it’s just a bonus for him when you are the one sending hot pics, but obviously, he doesn’t complain about them

hiii my first ever post here, amazing experience

requests are open, love ya and take care! 🩶

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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hihi!!

could i request a vendetta leon x male (cis) reader?

maybe a kind of flirty and nice reader, cracking jokes to make leon embarrassed/shy

could turn nsfw 👀

and if so- can leon be kinda dominant but also desperate like i need that man to BEGGGG 🙏🙏

kinda like “please- i cant take anymore teasing, let me fuck you, pleasepleaseplease-“

so sorry if this is a mess

warnings: m.reader, sir kink, leon is kinda pervy, biting kink, begging by both people, old man leon is so silly

word count: 1187

note: i rlly hope u like this anon, got my meds in shape and i can finally write successfully!!!

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you were leon’s cute and energized partner, no one really knows how you two got along since your personalities should basically clash with one another. leon didn’t show it but he knew about your little antics towards him, you would constantly tease him with your physique, you would let your touch linger on him for a bit too long, and you would even laugh at his stupid jokes. leon would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about shutting that pretty mouth of yours up, he constantly laid in his bed at ungodly hours of the night palming his cock pathetically. groaning your name while thinking about what your ass would feel like around his cock, how your mouth would feel, you drove him absolutely insane.

“leon you look terrible, did you sleep at all last night?” you asked, staring up at leon with fluttering lashes, it’s this early and you’re already teasing him!? “when you get to my age, you learn to think about other things other than sleeping.” he mumbled, obviously thinking about the way he came into a pair of your boxers that he had stolen from you. you let out a hum before stepping closer to leon, “what do you think about at night, old man?” his words got caught in his throat, what the hell was he going to tell you? ‘yeah i think about you choking on my cock while you beg me to flood your mouth and ass with cum!’ of course not!

“none of your business, kid.” he leaned in closer to you, making you smirk proudly. “do you think about me leon?” leon’s face starts to burn, he stood up straight while quickly turning away from you. “of course not, why would i ever-“ “don’t lie to me, leon.” you giggled making him still, he swore he was on the verge of passing out. you turned to you with an embarrassed look in his eyes, “i can hear you at night, you’re very loud y'know.”

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leon brought your dirty boxers to his face so he could inhale your sweet scent. he was such a pervert and he knew it, but he felt so good that he couldn’t care right now. you were in his mind always, you were like an annoying fruit fly that wouldn’t leave him alone. every pump of his hand made him groan loudly, promptly waking you up in the process. “what the hell…” you mumbled, thinking that someone must’ve stubbed their toe or something, but your guesses were very quickly proven wrong by leon calling out to you.

“fuck…so fucking tight, kid, fuck.” leon moaned out in ecstasy, your smell engulfed his senses making his whine into your stolen boxers. you pressed your ear against the wall to hear more of him, your own cock started to get painfully hard at the lewd sounds leon let slip from his mouth. you palmed at your sensitive cock, trying to keep it calm and to feel any type of friction.

leon sped up his movements, his hips bucking up to meet his hands, he was so desperate to reach his release that he continued to get louder. he didn’t care if he was loud right now, all he cared about were his filthy thoughts about you. “fuck baby, i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me fucking cum- fuck!” leon’s back arched off the bed as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, he stroked himself through his orgasm, whining and panting like a dog at the overstimulation.

“…shit.” you heard leon curse from your room, followed by footsteps and running water. this would be fun to tease him about tomorrow, you thought.

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leon hissed at your finger slowly moving down his torso, he grabbed your wrist making you flinch. “if you’re gonna touch me-“ he placed your hand over his hardened cock, “touch me right, baby.” leon grabbed the back of your neck to pull your mouth onto his, the kiss was sloppy and desperate. he pressed his cock desperately into your own, it was aggressive and made you whine. you pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on your face, “needy are we, sir?” “close your mouth.” he mumbled while slipping your pants down, fumbling to get his own pants off. he wanted to feel you close to him, he just wanted to feel every inch of your skin in his hands.

“leon, can you sit for me?” you asked, flirtatious tone making leon’s ears go red. be grumbled a bit before sitting himself on the couch, you straddled his lap with a small smirk on your face, he looked at you with suspicious eyes. “hold on to something, sir.” “what the hell are you-“ his sentence was interrupted by a loud moan, as you dunk yourself down on his cock he brought his hands to your hips, squishing the skin in his hands. you held onto his shoulders with a shaky smile, trying to act tough while his cock was kissing your prostate was surprisingly difficult. leon was waiting for you to move, waiting to feel your insides glide around his cock, but nothing.

you were simply grinding his cock inside you, rolling your hips in small circles. leon leaned forward to capture your neck in his teeth, this was better than anything he’s ever imagined, for a moment he thought he was dreaming with how good your insides felt. he quickly got impatient though, trying to lift your hips up only to be met with a smack on the hand. “cmon baby, this is fucking torture.” he whined into your ear, “please let me fuck you, i cant do this grinding shit anymore. please please, pretty please?” he begged, still sucking and nibbling your neck, leaving pretty bruises.

“jeez, been awhile since you’ve gotten your dick wet huh-“ leon thrusted upwards making you moan out in shock, he got tired of waiting, he was going to go crazy if he didn’t have you right then and there. “god baby, you feel so good…so fucking tight f’me.” he groaned still pounding up into you, each thrust earned slutty moans and whimpers. you locked your arms around leon’s neck, trying to kiss him but he pulled away, “nuh uh, how do you ask?” he's so mean. you whined at his tone, you felt yourself get closer to your high, you were shaking and practically pleading with leon. “p-please kiss! i-i wanna kiss you wh-while we cum! please?” you begged making him smile, he quickly pulled your mouth into his with a groan. your body trembled as your orgasm tore through you, your back arched, chest hitting leon’s as you finally let go.

leon let you cuddle into him, he wrapped his strong arms around your shaking body. he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, drawing shapes into your back with. he smirked to himself, he let you simmer down for a second so he wouldn’t overwhelm you, he still hasn’t cum yet. plus, he still has to teach you a lesson about teasing him, he didn’t forget about that part at all.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #kennedyslvr

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hey,could you do Gaara x fem reader where it’s their first time together, I’m so certain that he and his s/o would nervous blushing messes.😭😍

Have a lovely day 😊

NAHSJDBBDBD nah BC I love gaara sm it actually hurts 😭

They did him so dirty with that haircut tho so he has long hair in this fic <3

Masterlist <3

Gaara x Fem!Reader (NSFW)- First Time

You and Gaara had been together for a while, but had never felt the need to move very fast with your relationship. Though, you do wonder if your stoic boyfriend even has those urges at all sometimes.

He was just waiting for you to be really, truly comfortable with him, is all. You had never really insinuated that you wanted to go any further, and he was absolutely on board with your desicion. He was alright with it if you never wanted to be intimate, and he was alright if you didn't want kids. It was alright. You are much, much more to him than a sex object, and he couldn't stand when the board members would judge him for not rushing to have little heirs as soon as possible.

He did get urges sometimes, like when he walked in on you changing on accident, or when, just this one time, he woke up to you sleeping next to him, completely naked except for his loose shirt. The poor boy nearly fell out of his bed and had to rush straight to the shower. He stayed silent when he next saw you in the kitchen, thankfully wearing pants this time, and only muttered a bashful "uh- thanks..." As you handed him some tea, mildly amused by how adorable he was. How such a viscous fighter, who could and would tear another man in two, could be so cute, you had no clue.

Gaara thought you hadn't been dropping any hints, but obviously, you have. You don't expect him to read your mind, so you give him some subtle, and sometimes very obvious hints. He just doesn't understand them. You greet him in your underwear, and give him a cuddle, and you're met with "oh, are you cold? Here, have my jacket." which is sweet, but you needed him to warm you up in other ways...

You sit in his lap and bite his neck, trying your absolute damnest to seduce him, and he just thinks you're too needy for cuddles to let him do his paperwork in peace. It was starting to annoy you a little, as absolutely adorable as he was, because you knew he wasn't averse to having sex with you. He's just oblivious.

But now you're in the mood again, so you greet him in his office, determined to get some action tonight.

You're dressed in only your prettiest lingerie, in his favourite colour, red, which suits your skin tone beautifully, and a long, fluffy dressing gown to cover up. Your unsuspecting boyfriend looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the door opening, only to greet you with that little smile you fell in love with when he sees you.

"Ready to retreat for the night, dear?"

As if.

The poor boy nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you drop your robe, exposing smooth skin and very obvious cleavage. His eyes widen and slowly his cheeks start to glow more and more red, until your sure there's too much blood behind his cheeks for there to be any in his dick.

"I-... You-..."

"What? Am I not pretty, Gaara?~"

He melts, and as you strut over and straddle his lap, stroking his cheek with the soft skin of your palm, he loses all of his resolve to hold back.

"You're gorgeous..."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break and carry you straight to the bedroom, still blushing up a storm but too worked up to care right now.

His pants are tented with his arousal, and you can feel how soaked your underwear is, clinging to your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, yelping when he sits you down onto the bed. It's about here where he gets a little confused though, and freezes a little.

You figured this would happen. As horny as the both of you are, it's still your first time. It's a little scary. You're ready to help him out though, and as you pull him in to lay a kiss to your lips, you grasp his hand gently in your own and lead it down to your damp underwear, letting him dip his fingers in. His breath trembles as he reaches lower, feeling around slicked up folds and dipping inside of you with relative ease.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of your boyfriend feeling around your walls, curling his fingers and hitting a spot inside of you that shoots electric up your spine. You moan louder, which only encourages him to speed up as he groans and listens close to the delicious sounds he's bringing from you.

He's so painfully hard, and you can tell he's getting fidgety, so you moan out encouragements for him to give you more, and you're rewarded with two more fingers slowly joining the first. Your legs are spread around his waist as he pleasures you, your toes curled and your neck craned back, and when he finally withdraws them, he looks at the juices slicking his fingers and nearly faints, instantly stopping down to nothing and breathing heavier as his flush extends down to his chest. How cute.

His dick is hard and weeping, and he slicks himself up with his fingers, making you stutter on your next breathless words.

"T-the lube- i-it's in the drawer-"

Neither of you think you could do this without lube, but that's alright, since he doesn't plan to, and shyly coats his hand in it, groaning when his rough hand runs over his heated skin.

You stare at him hungrily, aching to have him fill you up. You just feel so empty, so when he readies himself to slip your underwear the the side and press his cock to your throbbing cunt, you practically whine. The redhead ontop of you moans from the intense pleasure of your tight heat sucking him in, and he thrusts slowly while you get used to the stretch, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted slightly.

This feeling only gets better when you give him permission to speed up, and he buries one of his hands in your hair and uses the other to hike a leg over his shoulder, fucking the daylights out of you and relishing in the cries you release. The pillows are almost ruined from your tears and your nails tearing at the soft fabric. Apparently he's gotten over his nervousness and has chosen to fuck you silly, scrunching his eyes closed and narrowing his brows as he nears his orgasm, but he doesn't plan to stop until you've came too, and your slick leaks down your legs and back and onto the sheets, he groans and thrusts hard and fast into you, deeper than before as a sudden warmth bursts inside of you, his balls twitching while they empty inside of you.

He still doesn't stop pumping inside of you though, overstimulating himself and aiming directly for you g-spot until your pussy spasms around him, signalling that you've reached your orgasm.

It's a good thing too, since you were damn near shredding his back to confetti. He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating and his shoulders shaking from the joyful exclamation, and he collapsed next to you, cuddling you close and keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

"Where did that come from, love? Couldn't hold back anymore?"

You scoff at him and playfully whack him in the back of his head, eliciting that closed-eye chuckle from him that has you melting in seconds.

"Well maybe you should've taken the hint a little sooner... You were... It was good though..."

And now the moment is genuine and awkward again, and now he's blushing and so are you, and you hide your face into his chest while you catch your breath, your hand resting on his chest while the two of you fall asleep together.

#naruto imagines #gaara imagines #naruto x reader #naruto fluff #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #gaara x y/n #gaara x reader #gaara fluff #sabaku no gaara #gaara headcanons #gaara x reader smut #gaara smut

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Falling For You

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pairing - steve harrington x fem!reader

type - fluff

summary - after unwillingly tutoring steve, you both begin to fall for each other

warnings / includes - s1 steve! mlid language, food consumption, underaged drinking, suggestive, making out. nancy and steve never dated in this, but they're friends. also I haven't watched s1 since it first came out so im sorry if my depiction of douchebag Steve is wrong lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Oh, hell no!” you scoff, slamming your locker shut.

“Please, Y/n? He’s failing so bad and really, really needs the help. It'll only be for the semester,” Nancy begs. “Only for the semester. Nance, that’s like an eternity!” you laugh sourly.

“He’s not that bad, I promise,” Nancy assures. “Oh, yeah, him smashing Jonatha's camera makes him “not bad”,” you snort.

“He’s really sweet once you get to know him,” Nancy says. “That’s what they all say. I’m not going to waste my time with some idiot who would rather make out in a dirty bathroom than be in class,” you remark.

“I mean the benefits outweigh the consequences,” Nancy shrugs. You give her a “seriously” look.

“I’m kidding! But his mom won’t stop bothering me about it. And since I don’t have the highest GPA…”

“And I do?” you raise your brows. “You really want Mike to tutor him? They would rip each other to shreds,” Nancy says.

“Oh, that really sells it,” you roll your eyes. “Look, thank you for thinking of me, but I’m not the right person to tutor him. Find a teacher or something. Or hey, you can just tutor him, but I’m not interested.” you spin on your heel and walk away, Nancy calling after you.

“You don’t even want to earn an extra buck?” Nancy asks. “You forget that I have a job!” You exclaim, continuing to walk away.

The idea of tutoring Steve “the Hair” Harrington is so ridiculous, you soon forget about it. That is until he sits down next to you at lunch

The eye-watering, overwhelming scent of men’s cologne wafts into your nose. You scoot away from the smell, trying to focus back on your book.

“God, you are such a cliché.”

Your brows raise when you hear Steve’s voice. You should have known it’s him by the insane amount of hair spray you could also smell. You don’t look at him when you reply.

“And you aren’t?” You scoff. Steve shrugs “yeah, but you’re sitting here alone reading a book while drinking chocolate milk from a straw.”

You don’t reply to him. Instead, you ignore him, blocking out any sound from him. But it fails when he begins to tap the table and hum. You groan internally, covering the ear that’s right next to him while you read the same sentence for the 10th time in a row.

“Um, hello? Are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of your face. You swat it away, sitting up and slamming your book closed. “What do you want?”

“Nancy told me you can tutor me since I’m failing,” he explains. Your eyes widen and you grit your teeth. “She said what?”

“Woah. I thought you knew,” Steve says. “Well, obviously not! I-I told her I can’t tutor you. God, I’m going to kill her,” you mumble.

“Hey, why can’t you tutor me?” he frowns. You laugh dryly. “No offense, but you are… you, and I’m me.”

“Wow. That sounds like something I would say,” he chuckles. “That’s great because then you know what I mean,” you say.

“Okay, but seriously, why won’t you tutor me? Are you like, too busy or something?” he asks.

“Nope,” you shake your head. “Then what is it?” he presses.

“Can’t you just accept a simple “no”?” you remark.

“Your “no” needs an explanation.”

“Alright, fine,” you sigh. “I don’t want to tutor you, Steve. Not because I’m too busy, but because I don’t like you, and I refuse to spend time with someone whom I don’t like.”

“Wow, you have hurt me,” he pouts. “Good. Now, can you please go away?” you gesture your hand to shoo him away.

“But I really need a tutor, and Nancy recommended you. And trust me, I begged her to tutor me, but she said she doesn't like to tutor people.”

“Of course she did,” you sigh. “Look,” Steve states. “I wouldn’t be begging if it wasn’t important. I understand that you don’t like me. My reputation does not treat me well, but I really need your help. Just a couple of sessions to prepare me for a couple of my tests. Please, Y/n. I-I’ll even pay you.”

You look at him, feeling sorry for the guy. He looks sincere enough, with his brows furrowed and bottom lip pulled into a pout. Although you did have a job, the extra money would really help pay for college. Every penny counts, right?

You figure you could charge Steve anything since he’s so desperate, and you’ve heard his family has money.

“Alright. 20 an hour or nothing,” you propose. “The hell? 10,” he argues.

“16,” you bargain. “13,” he says. “15,” you frown.

“Sounds like a deal,” he nods. “You’re so cheap,” you roll your eyes.

“And you’re a very good person. I’ll see you at your place tonight?” He suggests.

“Um, no. The library,” you frown. “Really? That’s such a boring place,” he groans.

“Library or no tutoring at all,” you threaten. “Fine, fine. After school?” he asks.

“Sure,” you nod. “Fantastic! I’ll see you then, tutor girl,” he smiles.

“If that becomes a thing, then I will make sure you fail.”

His brows raise. “You’re a bigger party pooper than Nancy said.”

“Good to know that’s what my friend thinks of me,” you flash him a fake smile. “Bye, Harrington.”

“Bye, Y/n,” he gives you a little wave, jumping out of his seat and prancing back to his regular table.

You make a mental note to pick a fight with Nancy. You also mentally prepare yourself for the worst couple of hours you’ll ever endure.

Steve’s late, as expected. You keep glancing at your watch, scolding yourself on how stupid you were to say yes. Now Steve is 15 minutes late. He probably isn’t even coming, you think. You decide to just pack up the textbooks and go home. There’s no reason to help someone who obviously doesn’t want to be helped.

As you’re about to walk out the door, it swings back, revealing Steve. Your immediate reaction is to yell at him, but you quickly taken in his appearance. Loose shirt, messy hair, face flushed. You would have thought he had been making out with someone, but his eyes tell a different story.

“I’m so sorry,” he spills out. “I-I got into a fight with my dad and he wouldn’t let me go until he was done yelling at me. And because I knew you would be mad, I asked Nancy was your favorite candy was and I got you some.” He holds out the grocery bag of chocolate and sour candy.

You open your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when you realize you don’t know what to say. You never thought that Steve Harrington might actually have a more difficult life than he leads on at school. And he bought you candy because he felt bad, so that earns him a few points.

“It’s no problem. I… thank you.” you give him a small smile as you take the bag from him.

“I’ll try not to be late again,” he promises. You nod, “sounds good. Let’s get started, yeah?”

He nods and follows you to the desk you were sitting at. You unpack your bag, pulling out his transcript you printed.

“Woah, How did you get that?” he asks. “I asked the principal for it,” you shrug.

“Oh, are you and the principal like best friends?” he smirks.

“No, I just tutor a lot of kids and it’s easier for me to see what areas they are struggling on if I have this.”

He nods, “I see. So, how many other kids do you tutor?”

“Three others,” you answer. “Do they all suck as bad as me?” Steve chuckles.

“Actually, one of them sucks worse than you. He doesn’t even try. All he does it play guitar in his band, and he’s part of this D&D club, too.”

“Wow. What a loser.”

You shake your head. “He’s not a loser. He’s just gotten the short stick. He’s really smart, he just never has been encouraged to do better.”

“Are you nice to everyone?” Steve asks. “I try to be. Everyone except you, of course,” you give him a sweet smile.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course.” You read his transcript, raising your brows at the numbers. Steve leans over the paper anxiously. “Why are you making that face?”

You glance at him from the side, shooing him away. “Don’t get in my bubble.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to see what you’re seeing.”

“Well, what I’m seeing is actually better than I thought. You aren’t failing too bad.”

“I’m still failing.”

“Yeah, but you’re getting 60% and 70% which I know is below average, but it’s more than half, which means you know some of the material on tests. Are you just confused about what you’re doing in your class?”

“Yeah, kind of,” he admits. You stare at him, smiling a little bit once you reach your conclusion. “I see now. You’re actually really smart, but sometimes you don’t understand the material. That causes you to be embarrassed so you don’t reach out for help.”

Heat rises to his cheeks and he looks down at the table. “Isn’t every kid like that?”

“No. I tutor this one girl who actually has no idea what is going on, and not because she doesn’t pay attention. It looks like tutoring you will be easy.”

“That’s good,” Steve beams. “Yes, but you still have to learn to ask for help. I know, guys are all “macho” and they hate losing whatever dignity they have, but you’re going to need help all the time in your life. Might as well ask for it now,” you state.

“I-I know how to ask for help!” Steve frowns. “Alright. Then after this tutoring session, I want you to ask at least two of your teachers for help. If you can do that, then I don’t really think you need me as a tutor,” you say.

“That’s such a stupid idea.”

“Well, deal with it. I mean, I can just not tutor you at all, if that’s what you want.”

“No, no!” Steve exclaims, earning glares from people. “I need your help. Please,” he begs.

You smirk at him. “Look at you, already taking the next step.”

The next couple of hours aren’t actually horrible. Nancy was right, Steve is really sweet. He’s also naturally funny and can be serious when he really wants to. You wonder if the “King Steve” act is all a lie, or he is just playing nice with you because he knows you’re his only chance at passing this year of high school. Either way, you enjoy his company.

As for Steve, he is surprised by how not stuck-up you are. He’s only had you in two classes, and that was in freshman year. You knew every answer to every question, which annoyed him to no end. Then you went off to more advanced classes, which enabled him to never see you again. Until now, of course.

You’re surprisingly funny, and a lot more sarcastic and a little bit more brazen than he expected, but he enjoys the time with you anyways. As expected, you’re very down-to-business, but you have a soft side that Steve looks forward to seeing more in the next couple of sessions.

“Good work today, Harrington. I actually think you’re going to pass,” you tease.

“Thanks. You have so much confidence,” he rolls his eyes.

You grin, “I’m kidding. Just put in the work, and ask for help. You’ll be getting A’s in no time.”

Steve can’t help but smile as well. One, because your smile is contagious. But someone having faith in him is nice. The last time someone had faith in his academics was when he was in elementary school, and at that time, it didn’t matter if you were smart or not. Even though you joked about Steve’s academic career, he can see that you meant well and you did believe in him. It feels nice.

“Thanks. So, are we doing this every Thursday?” he asks.

“If that works for you,” you nod. “It does,” he says.

“Awesome. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, probably.” you stand up and pack your things, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He laughs, “sounds like we’re business partners.”

“In a way we are,” you say. He looks down at your hand and back up to you. “Really?”

You sigh in frustration. “You’re making me look like an idiot!”

“You don’t look like an idiot,” he assures. “But you do look like a dork,” he says as he shakes your hand.

“Jeez, thanks,” you mumble. “See you, Harrington.”

“See ya,” he smiles. “Oh, hey! When can I pay you?”

“End of the month!” You answer while walking away.

He watches your retreating figure, snorting at your words. “Definitely like business partners.”

The tutoring sessions went on as planned, each time lasting an hour longer than the last. You both were surprised by how much you actually enjoyed it. Steve obviously didn’t want to have a tutor because that was time taken away from hanging out with friends, and you didn’t want to tutor him because well, we know why. But you exceeded each other’s expectations.

Not only were you able to find out Steve’s learning style, but you found out fun facts about him. Like that he’s an only child, his first kiss was when he was 10 — it was while playing spin the bottle. He’s always wanted a dog, something like a golden retriever — typical. And he’s more sincere than you would have ever guessed. He actually has a heart. Who would have thought?

But as for you, Steve knew absolutely nothing about you. Nothing super personal, anyways. He did learn little quirks about you, though. Like how you like to drink everything out of a straw. How you always pinch your nose right before you sneeze. That when you think something is super funny, you’ll wheeze laugh and snort. And when you get flustered, which it’s not difficult to make you very nervous, you tend to deflect by insulting the person.

He figures that knowing all these little things about you is better than knowing super personal details. For the time being, at least. Girls love it when guys pay attention to things they do. It usually gets Steve lucky. But, funnily enough, Steve wasn’t paying attention to you to get lucky. For one, he spent almost four hours once a week staring at you and spending one-on-one time with you. It was hard not to.

Steve should have known the signs earlier. The fact that he couldn’t wait to get out of class to see you to do more school. The blush on his cheeks he gets when you tease him. The little pitter-patter in his heart when you say his name with an annoyed smile on your face. The fact that you never fail to lighten up his mood, whether that’s when he’s actually with you, or when he thinks about you if he’s feeling sad and lonely. This all means that he has a little crush on you. Which is bad.

Steve is convinced that you would never date him because he’s not up to your standards. Hell, he’s not up to his standards for you, either. With that being said, he’s Steve Harrington, which means that he can surely woo you enough to date you. But he secretly hopes you like him for who he really is.

Steve shows up to your tutoring session with a bouquet of roses and another pack of your favorite candy.

“Oh, thank you. What’s this for?” You ask as you grab the roses.

“Just thanking you for putting up with me,” he explains. “Well, thank yourself. You make it easy,” you smile at him.

He smiles back, staring at you for a little bit too long. You nervously laugh and step back.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask.

“Hm?” his eyes widen. “Oh, no. I’m sorry. I zoned out.”

“Are you high or something?” you joke. “No!” he exclaims. “I don’t do drugs.”

You cock your brow up. “Don’t worry. I won’t arrest you, but that’s good. You’re saving your brain.”

He lets out a breath laugh. “More like you are saving my brain. Because of the, uh, you know, tutoring.” he awkwardly scratches the back of his head. He doesn’t know why he’s so awkward all of a sudden. He’s usually so confident, that people tell him to tone it down, but with you, you just make him so tense.

You giggle softly, warming his heart. “Good one, Harrington. Are you ready to study?”

“Yes,” he nods. He follows you to the usual study space, getting started on his homework. 10 minutes in, he finds it hard to focus on economics. His eyes keep sliding to you, and not being able to look away. You look so pretty, like you do every day. He just can’t help but admire you, especially since he’s so close to you now. Usually, he would stare at you from afar at lunch, but he gets to appreciate your beauty during the study sessions.

“Harrington? Harrington, hello? Steve!” you snap your fingers in front of his face.

He jumps back. “Y-Yeah?”

You frown, “what is wrong with you today? Are you tired or something?”

“N-No. I… I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind,” he says.

“Well, if you don’t think you can focus today, all you have to do is just reschedule. I can do tomorrow evening,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “Tina is having a party.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You feel embarrassed for no reason. Of course he’s going to a party, you think. Why would he want to spend his Friday night studying in a library with you?

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um, are you busy Sunday?”

“No,” he answers. “Do you want to do Sunday then?” you ask.

“No, I can do today,” he says. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he confirms. You sigh, “alright. If you say so.”

Steve bites his lip, anxiously chewing on it. He feels bad. He can see the frustration on your face. He wishes there is a way he could make up for it, besides obviously paying attention to you. As he thinks for a second, a lightbulb turns on above him.

“Hey, are you busy tomorrow evening?” he asks. You stare a him, giving him the most unbelievable look ever. “Are you seriously inviting me to that party?”

“I- why not? It’ll be fun,” he says. “Steve, I’m not a party person. Well, not that type of party person,” you say.

“It’s not gonna be that type of party. There’s only beer.”

“I don’t really want to be surrounded by sweaty, drunk people.”

“It’s really not like that.”

“Then how come everyone is always hungover the day after?”

He opens his mouth but it shuts close.

“See? It is like that type of party. Thank you for inviting me, but I’ll have to decline.” you look back at the textbook book, re-reading the material to become more familiar with it.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time and I won’t drink, I promise.”

You sigh, “That’s real noble, Steve, but I know what those parties can be like. You’ll want to have fun like everyone else, and that’ll cause you to drink, which will cause you to forget all about me. And it’s not like I need you to babysit me, but I don’t want to be alone.”

He shakes his head and grabs your hand, looking you dead in the eyes. Your heart stops as he touches you. You’re nervous to look at him, but he compels you. You stare into his pretty brown eyes while he tries to convince you.

“I will not leave you alone, I promise. I won’t drink and I will not keep you up past your bedtime, which I know is super early, so we might only be able to stay for an hour,” he finishes with a little grin.

You roll your eyes with a smile, making him even more infatuated with you.

“I… I’ll think about it, okay? But don’t be surprised if I say no.”

“Alright, sounds great!” he exclaims. “I said maybe, not yes,” you remind him.

“But it could turn into a yes,” he adds. “It might,” you agree.

The rest of the tutoring session you were debating whether or not going to that party. It’s not like you were a total party virgin. You had been to one, and you didn’t hate it, but you didn’t know anyone and you also didn’t like smelling B.O. and vomit everywhere you walked. After that, you steered clear of them. It just wasn’t your thing.

But the bad-smelling atmosphere and wasted teenagers aren’t the only things you are worried about.

You hate to admit this, but you’re falling for Steve. You swore to yourself, to Nancy, to Barb, and to your stuffed animals that you would never ever be caught dead falling for someone like Steve. Yet, as it turns out, he gives you butterflies. Makes you laugh and smile so much that your face hurts after each day of studying. You find yourself thinking about him at night and each morning. You get excited when it’s the day you get to tutor him.

It doesn’t help that he keeps proving that he’s not so much of a jerk. He has his moments, but to you, it seems like he’s just been misguided and pressured to be someone he’s not by his unfortunate friend group. Does that excuse the things he has done? No. But it does off an explanation.

You don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him at the party is what you’re most worried about. You probably would have one drink, but because your tolerance is so low, you’re afraid that you would get drunk off of a couple of sips and fall flat on your face. Or in another scenario, you’re worried that you’ll be too socially awkward to do anything, and you'll just be a wallflower, either forcing Steve to stay with you or end up with him abandoning you. Both scare you, but there is a benefit to going to the party.

You’ll simply be able to spend time with him. Spending 4-5 hours with him once a week is great and all, but you barely talk about anything other than school. You want to get to know him more, have him know more about you. You want spend the whole night with him if that’s possible.

“So, have you decided yet?” Steve asks you after you’re done tutoring him.

“I’ve been focused on this Steve,” you gesture to the textbooks.

“So is that a no?” he asks. You roll your eyes and gently punch his shoulder. “It means no. I’ll let you know tomorrow, how about that?”

“Alright. If you decide to go, let me know an hour before so I can pick you up. And make sure to give me your address,” he says.

“Will do,” you nod.

He stands in front of you, clutching his binders close to his chest. He stares at you, a million words running through his mind. How pretty you are, how excited he is to go to the party with you, how he likes you and wants you to be his girlfriend.

You can see it in his eyes that he wants to say something. Your chest fills with hope, wondering if he’ll ask you out on a date, but he disappoints you like he manages to do every time after your sessions.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n,” he gulps harshly, cursing himself in his head. He sees your face fall and his stomach twists. Before he can say anything else, you’re already telling him goodbye.

“See you, Steve. Goodnight.” you give him a little smile, walking away with your head down. Your shoulders sag and Steve knows he did something wrong. He hopes he can make it up to you tomorrow at the party.

It’s the next say and you’re still nervous about the party. You haven’t officially told Steve you will go yet, and each moment that passes when you don’t tell him, you feel yourself backing out. As much as you don’t want to spend your Friday night partying till the sun rises, you also worry that this will be your only chance at starting something with Steve. So you find him at his locker at the end of the day.

“Hey, Steve,” you give him a shy smile. “Hey, Y/n!” he chirps. He shuts his locker and leans against it, running a hand through his hair. You catch yourself staring at the lion's mane on his head, hoping you’ll get a chance to run your fingers through it tonight.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Now it’s your turn to admire him. The little stubble on his chin and upper lip, the moles on his cheek, and the one on his jaw. His annoyingly perfect hair that you just know feels like a cloud. His cute and charming smile that makes you melt. It all convinces you to go to the party to spend time with him.

“I wanted to tell you that I decided to go to the party,” you answer.

His face lights up and he’s smiling from ear-to-ear. “Really?”

“Yep,” you nod. “That’s awesome! It’s going to be so much fun, I promise,” he beams.

“I don’t doubt it will. But you have to promise not o leave me or anything. I don’t need you to babysit me, but obviously, you’re my only friend that is going so —”

“Don’t worry. I will be your party buddy the whole night.”

“Great, thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll always be there for you.”

There’s a weird couple of seconds where you two are just staring at each other. For a moment, you swear you see his eyes drop down to your lips before they appear looking into your eyes again. You feel a pull towards him, but you remind yourself you’re in school, and everyone is in the hallway. You don’t want your first kiss to be here.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you confirm. “Yes. Oh, I need your address,” he says.

“14056 Copper Hill Drive,” you say. “14056 Copper Hill. Got it”, he nods.

“Cool. Um, what time will you pick me up?”

“Is 7 okay? Or we can go earlier if you want to get dinner.”

The idea of getting dinner with him makes your heart flutter, but you turn it down. You don’t want to go to dinner then to a party right after. You’d rather have them was exclusive events. He looks a little disappointed when you decline, but the light in his eyes doesn’t diminish.

“7 is it. See you, Y/n,” he waves. “See you, Steve,” you smile.

You spent the rest of the day worrying about what to wear, but when 7 o’clock rolled around, you were all dressed up.

You peer out your window, watching with jitters as Steve’s car pulls up. You tell your parents goodbye, practically jumping down the stairs to go outside. As you open the door, you’re surprised to see Steve out of his car. You both stop in your tracks once you see each other.

“Hey,” he smiles, a little breathless from how beautiful you look.

“Hi,” you smile shyly, not being able to take your eyes off of him. He looks so handsome.

“I was gonna go up to the door, but it looks like you were already watching out for me.”

“Sorry. I’m excited.”

His smile gets wider. “Good. I’m glad. Let’s go, shall we?”

You nod and walk to the passenger seat of his car.

“Your house is nice,” he comments once he starts driving. “Thank you. I bet your house is nicer, though. I’ve heard the Harringtons are wealthy.”

Steve shrugs, “we do okay.”

A comfortable silence falls over you two. You arrive at Tina’s party in 15 minutes. You begin to open your door, but Steve stops you.

“M’lady,” he smile as he opens your door. You giggle, “thank you, kind sir.”

You slip your hand into his as you climb out of the car. He shuts the door and locks the car as you two walk to the house still hand in hand.

Steve opens the door and your ears are already bleeding. You look around the small room, scrunching your nose as you see people making out and others having drinking contests.

“Yeah, they go wild,” Steve clicks his tongue. “Let me get you something to drink, yeah?” he suggests.

You nod in agreement. Your heart stops for a moment as you feel his hand on the middle of your back, just an inch higher from where your skin shows.

“This okay?” he leans down to whisper. His breath fans over the neck, making you shiver. “Yeah, yeah,” you nod a little too much.

He smiles a little and guides you to the refreshment table. He grabs himself a beer and pours you some punch.

“Thank you,” you say. You take a sip, trying to taste it it’s spiked. “I can’t tell if it’s alcoholic or not.”

“Here, let me taste,” Steve says. You have him take a sip of your punch. “Oh, it’s a little bit spiked. I can see if she has water.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I won’t have a lot. It won’t hurt me too much,” you shrug.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick,” Steve worries. You smile at him, your heart warming at his words. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ll only have one cup and then you can find me that water.”

“Alright,” he agrees.

“Yo, Steve!” Tommy exclaims. “Hey!” Steve smiles, bringing him into a hug.

“Look what you brought,” Tommy grins at you, looking at you like a piece of meat.

You look down at your feet, hoping he’ll go away. Luckily, Steve notices your uneasiness and realizes that Tommy is being gross.

“This person is Y/n. She’s my tutor,” Steve explains. Tommy snorts, “you brought your tutor to a party?”

Steve glares at him. “She’s a regular person, too.”

“Yeah, she’s hot,” Tommy says, speaking as if you’re not there.

Steve huffs and wraps a protective arm around you, gently pulling you into his side.

“She’s off-limits, Tommy.”

Tommy holds his hands up in surrender. “Just sayin’. Nice seeing you, Steve.”

“Yeah, you, too,” Steve says bitterly. He turns to you when Tommy leaves. “I’m sorry about him. He’s a horn-dog.”

You sigh, “it’s fine. If he comes back I’ll make sure he stays away.”

Steve laughs, “good plan. Hey, are you sure you want to be here?”

Your head shoots up. “No, I do.”

“You sure? We can leave and just like, watch a movie or something,” he suggests.

You shake your head. “I’m okay.” “Okay. If you want to go home just say the word,” he says.

You nod and smile at him. Your attention strays from him to the radio. “Oh, this is my favorite song! Can we dance?”

“You like Elton John?” Steve raises his brows. “Yes, do you not?” you ask.

“I love him,” Steve says. “I’m just liking you more and more,” you grin as you pull him onto the dance floor.

You two begin to bob your heads, getting more into the music as it progresses. Steve can’t take his eyes off of you. He’s seeing such a different side of you. Someone who is carefree and has sweet dance moves. It’s impossible for him, but he’s falling for you even more.

“I like your dance moves!” he shouts over the music. “Thanks! I’ve had practice,” you grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah! My friends and I have dance battles.”

His smile gets impossibly wider. “That is the most dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Well, it pays off, right? Plus, you can barely dance!”

“Oh, thanks,” he snorts. “Always speaking the truth,” you wink.

After I’m Still Standing plays, Every Breath You Take plays, allowing you and Steve to catch your breath.

“Do you like The Police, too?” Steve asks. You nod, “they’re one of my favorites.”

“Mine, too,” he agrees. Your body jolts as his hand rests on the small of your back, right where the little sliver of your skin is showing. He leans down, noticing your jumpy eyes and heavy breathing. “This okay?” he breathes against your neck.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re a little tired from dancing or the alcoholic punch, but your mind is spinning now. You don’t even hear the music anymore. All you can focus on is his warm skin against yours and the fact that his lips are so close to your neck.

“Yes,” you say quickly. You decide to put your drink down on the floor, having enough of it for tonight. You wrap one arm around his neck, pushing yourself flush against him. His eyes widen and his throat becomes dry. His hold on you tightens. His free hand traces up your bare arms, reaching your shoulders and skimming your jaw. Goosebumps form on your skin as he lights a trail of fire. He eventually cups your cheek, unleashing butterflies in your stomach.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Well,” he looks you up and down, causing your stomach to twist. “You look fantastic.”

Your smile gets so wide your cheeks begin to hurt. “You think so?”

He states into your eyes, captivating you. “I know so.”

God, you could fall in love with him.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you see his eyes drop down to your lips. You grip his shoulder with one hand, pressing yourself closer to him. He’s so warm and smells so sweet.

His fingertips glide across your skin, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. Now you’re staring at his lips, your chest heaving up and down. You want to taste him. Feel his lips on your skin.

“Y/n,” he breathes out, voice raspy and low. “Steve,” you say, your throat hoarse. He’s so close to you now, closer than he’s ever been. You can smell the beer on his lips and almost feel how soft they are. Steve wraps his hand around the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair. Your eyes flutter close as you lean in. His lips skim yours. You’re hungry now.

“Wait,” he says. You glance up at him, furrowing your brows. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I don’t want it to be like this,” he explains. “I want it to be more special.”

“Oh, Steve,” you awe. “This is special.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. Let me take you somewhere nice. Let me be the guy for you.” You both are shocked by the words that come out of his mouth. His face turns tomato red and you feel giddy inside.

“I didn’t mean to say that. Shit. Just let me take you out to dinner,” he mumbles. He hangs his head low in embarrassment.

“Steve,” you say, a silly grin on your face. You take his face in your hands and hold his head up to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, fearing the worst of what you’ll say.

You shuffle closer to him, leaning up to his ear. “You’re already the guy for me.”

With that being said, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a breath-taking kiss. Your eyes flutter shut and you melt against him, burying your hands in his hair and kissing him harder.

He’s so addicting, even just from the first movement of his lips. You never want to stop. Your senses are on overdrive as all you can smell and taste are him. The only thing you can hear is your pounding heart. You kiss him open-mouthed now, gliding your tongue across his. As the kiss gets more intense, he pulls away. You both are panting, grins on your faces.

You don't need to speak. You already know what the other it thinking just by the look in your eyes.

Steve pulls you close to him, kissing the top of your head as you sway to the slow song playing. You hold each other, forgetting you're in a crowded room. You both are so immersed in each other that nothing matters.

“I think I’m falling for you,” you whisper against his neck.

He hugs you closer. “Good, because I already know I am.”

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Funny Girl

BLIND DATES FEST 2024

Introducing: Magdalena "Maggie" Zielinski (ft. Ken Lemmons) I'm so excited to be participating in @blind-dates-fest 2024! Thank you to @mercurygray for hosting. I didn't even realize this was happening until today, but I just knew I had to participate. Meet Maggie, your new favorite ground crew girl - I hope you guys love her as much as I do. Show: Masters of the Air

“And that’s how you clean a hardstand.”

Maggie whooped as she watched the fuel go up in flames. Somehow, despite hardstand cleaning being a near-daily occurrence in the ground crew’s lives, watching the oil burn off the concrete never really lost its allure.

“That’s one hot bastard!” the boy next to Lemmons yelled, voice full of a wonder entirely at odds with the profanity that spilled from his lips. Maggie burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” a small, oh-so-English voice asked.

“Nothing, Grace,” she replied, trying desperately to smother her laughter. “Now try to keep your head still for me, okay?”

For an air base, Thorpe Abbotts sure had a lot of children running around. And by god, had those kids already seen enough war to last a lifetime.

So, in between fixing engines and cleaning hardstands, she and the rest of the ground crew did their best to make sure that their childhood memories wouldn’t entirely consist of air raids and rationing.

Grace was a sweet, shy little girl with a mop of shiny brown hair and perpetually dirty knees. That afternoon, she’d scurried up to Maggie and asked her, voice barely louder than a whisper, if Maggie could please plait her hair the way she plaits hers because she thinks it’s really pretty and she’s tried to do it herself but it never looks quite right.

Maggie had obliged, obviously—how on earth could she ever say no? Besides, she was glad that at least someone on base appreciated her hairstyle. She knew her two twin braids weren’t the most fashionable hairdo on earth, but they kept the hair out of her eyes better than anything else she’d tried. Lord knew there was nothing worse than having to constantly swipe flyaways out of your face when repairing a fort.

Her hands made light work of Grace’s hair. For all that it looked wild and unkempt, it was surprisingly soft. She tied off each braid with a little piece of cord—she wished she had ribbons, but this would have to do for now.

“All done,” she said as she finished tying the last knot. “You look swell.”

Grace turned and smiled, missing teeth and all.

“Thank you!” she cried.

“No problem, sweetheart,” Maggie replied. “I don’t got a mirror for you, but I think Helen might have one. Maybe you can convince her to give you a donut, too.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. The girl leapt off of the stack of crates which the two were sitting on and bolted off, braids flapping in the wind.

“That was pretty damn sweet of you, Zielinski.”

Ken Lemmons had just finished shooing the two boys off the hardstand as the fuel fire quickly petered out.

Maggie looked up. Had any other man on base told her that, she would have assumed he was making fun of her. With Lemmons, there was never any doubt that the man was being genuine. It was just the way he was.

“Well, not all of us can teach the kids to swear and light things on fire,” she replied.

Lemmons chuckled.

“Hey, you thought it was funny, too. I’m pretty sure the whole base could hear you cackling.”

“Oh, please, I wasn’t that loud, was I?” she asked, face flushing. “Oh, who am I kidding. Getting that little Englishman to curse was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Lemmons began to snicker. It was contagious. Before she knew it, Maggie was laughing to.

“C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “The forts’ll be back any minute. We’d better get ready.”

“Yeah,” Maggie replied, accepting his outstretched hand and hopping off the crates. “I suppose we should.”

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marksbear · 1 year

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hi papa bear! i want you to take your time answering this request giving whats been happening recently, i just don’t want you to feel rushed, so please have a speedy recovery. joe has been consuming my brain recently, so could i request a joe goldberg x male reader where the reader is like this super sweet guy (on the outside, so maybe he works as a florist or something) and joe is infatuated with him. and when joe tries to break into his house, he ends up getting caught and tied up, which he then sees a whole ‘nother side of reader (so like, really dominate). but he isn’t really complaining, and reader starts to take interest in joe. and i’ll just leave it to you to let your imagination go wild, you can or can’t do smut, i’m just desperate for joe content. have a good day! and thank you if you end up doing this request!

I love Joe to my core! But sadly I don't have the chance to watch season 4, so this would take place in season 3!

Warnings! Breaking in, pervert Joe, LIME, teasing, stalker, killing mentioning, slight voice kink

JOE GOLDBERG X "Sweet" DOM MALE READER

How did I let myself get dragged here?

Joe thinks to himself as he follows closely behind the group of neighbors inside Madre Linda.

Including himself and his wife Love, Carry and Sherry, Matthew and his son Theo, Andre and Jackson.

He didn't know where the hell Sherry was taking the group. Everybody besides him and Love seemed to know this route through the neighborhood very well. Everybody was in a happier mood. Not the usual fake happy mood that everybody in this place shows. No. An actual happy mood.

Even Matthew seemed in a little happier mood knowing the place they were going to.

Love already tried to ask the group hundreds of times about where they are going, but they didn't budge her answer.

"I don't want to be here. I should be with my real true love Marienne. I'm just wasting my time here rather than being with her. God. Why the hell did Love drag me here with her. I swear if we take one more left----"

Joe's train of thoughts gets cut off.

"Were here!!" Sherry squeals in happiness as her husband opens the door welcoming everybody inside.

Joe stays outside a little looking at the sign. The sign read "Wildflowers!" with bright colored lights.

"You gotta be kidding me." Joe thinks to himself looking at the decorated outside with all types of flowers and colors. Joe was already thinking about the people who was mostly likely inside the shop already judging everything about it.

After a while of scanning Joe walks inside with Sherry announcing quite loudly.

"Goldberg's! Meet the most beautiful and calmest place in Madre Linda!" Sherry exclaims.

Joe looks inside the flower shop looking for anything to pick up his interest.

"Sherry! You guys are here to welcome back!" A pre-teen voice says happily welcoming the group inside. The boy looked around ten to twelve he had green eyes almost matching the whole aesthetic of this place.

"Here you go~" The boy hands Sherry a white rose with a wink causing her husband to laugh.

"Caleb my man! Where are your parents? Specifically your dad." Cary says emphasizing the word dad. "He's----" The boy gets cut off by a pair of gloves on his shoulders holding him tight startling the boy.

"His dad. Is right here."

Joe's eyes look up from the boy's face and to his "father's."

"Well, hello there... You're not my usual type, but i'll make exceptions. You sound way too young and sweet to even be any kind of father. You obviously don't care about being dirty taking note of the little dirt smudges on your face. Your hair is a bit messy, but still well put together. You take off your gloves and aprons maybe to look better than you already do. You look at everyone with a smile before slowly you lock eyes with me."

"Oh~ Is this the oh so famous Goldberg's I've been hearing about?" The florists ask with a sweet smile before reaching his hand out to Joe and love.

"Y/n L/n nice to meet the both of you."

Joe reaches out his hand as well letting Y/n grasp it and shaking it before sadly letting go and shaking Love's.

"You and Lara are still doing that fake dad and mom thing?" Matthew questions with an eyebrow raised.

"Well last week was supposed to be the last time, but I couldn't bare the thought of Caleb being taken away. And plus his mom asked us to only for a bit longer. I just couldn't say no." Y/n answers with a smile.

"Now I gotta get back to work feel free to chill." Y/n says before leaving.

"Y/n L/n..." Joe thinks to himself one last time as the man leaves.

TIMESKIP

Joe stalked and learned about Y/n. He learned his work hours, his friends and groups, how he always likes to help others before him. And so on.

So now Joe was outside Y/n's house looking around making sure the close was clear. Y/n's car wasn't in the driveway signalling to Joe that he was out. Joe knew that Y/n had dinner plans with one of his many friend groups. And Joe knew that the "sweet" Y/n wouldn't bail on anything.

Joe stalked up to the house carefully before walking around the outside of the house looking for a open window or unlocked window.

"Finally an unlocked one. Y/n were you hoping that I would break in how sweet of you." Joe thinks as he opens it and steps inside.

Joe shuts it after him before taking a look at his soundings.

"Beautiful house you got Y/n. You even got books here! Just perfect place for the both us."

Joe walks around the house picking things that Y/n owns that were left around. Like jackets, Polaroid photos, rings and even shirts laying around before stuffing it inside his backpack. Joe begins to walk up stairs looking through rooms and areas looking for a specific place.

"Found it." Joe thinks to himself as he looks around Y/n's bedroom.

Before Joe could fully go inside his bedroom something smashes against the back of his head knocking him out cold.

Y/n stood over Joe with broken pieces of a plant pot in his hands. Y/n tosses the pieces to the side before staring down at Joe's body. Y/n picks up Joe's arms before dragging him back downstairs and into the living room laying him down on the floor.

After a while Y/n comes back with a chair and rope.

Y/n sits Joe's body on the chair before tying up his arms and legs to the chair. Once Y/n made sure everything was nice and tight on Joe, he used extra rope to gag Joe's mouth. Y/n begins to walk around his house making sure there's nothing valuable stolen.

Couple minutes later Y/n goes back in the living room checking up on Joe.

Y/n watches from behind as Joe slowly lifts up his head regaining consciousness. Y/n could hear muffled and quiet noises from Joe. Some of the noises sounded like his name.

Y/n slowly stalks up closer to Joe before walking in front of him standind in front of him with arms crossed.

"I knew you were a bit creepy, but never took you as a robber Joe. If you're gonna at least break in someone's house at least double check no ones here! Now when I take this rope out of your mouth you better not scream or any bullshit got it?"

Joe's POV

When were you so dominant? And god why is it making--- No not the time for this. How come you'd never show me this side of you? Were you hiding it on purpose... Y/n you tease.

As you take the rope off of me I get to get a good look of your face.

You still look so good. Even though your hair looked a bit like a mess and your clothes were wrinkly you still looked so fucking good.

"Now that you can talk. Tell me why the hell you're here." You say with venom laced in your tone.

Y/n... What are you doing to me?

"What? Are you just gonna keep staring at me? Now answer the damn question Joe."

"I was- Uhm I was doing Love a favor. She thought she left her purse here and she kept nagging me to come to your house and get it That's all I swear!" The lie falls out of my mouth.

"Then why are some of my clothes in your bag?" You ask tossing my bag in front of me with some of your clothes falling out of it.

I was left speechless. I didn't mean to not say anything, but the words just got stuck in my throat.

"So, Joe i'm gonna ask you one last time why'd you break into my house?" Your questions keep leaving me speechless. It felt like my body was paralyzed under your dominant eyes.

You sit on the couch across from me arms still crossed with your legs spread. You began to tap your foot impatiently.

"Because of you." I say barley above a whisper. I see you cock your eyebrow signalling to me you didn't hear me. "I said because of you."

"Really. Because of me. You broke into my house for me?" Your tone made me feel even more stupid.

Stupid in love of course.

We stare at each other for a long time making eye contact without a word. Your eyes look and study me. If only I could hear your thoughts Y/n.

“So I’m guessing you like me. What about your wife and son?”

I think about my answer for a second before saying. “Yes of course I like you. I’ll do anything for you and I mean anything!” “Anything Goldberg?” “Yes I’ll do anything!”

“We’ll then, you caught my interest Joe. Now it’s just your job to keep my eyes on you.” Once those words fall from your lips my heart burns with excitement.

You walk up to me untying me from the tight ropes before helping me up.

Then my body acts on its own.

REGULAR POV

Joe wraps his arms around Y/n’s shoulders bring him close in a tight hug.

As if Joe lost all control of his body he grinds and rut into Y/n clearly wanting something. Joe kiss and nibble on Y/n’s neck.

“Ah ah. Not yet Joe~ I just don’t fuck anybody’s married husband. I’m to sweet for that.” Y/n says lightly pushing the eager man away from him.

“And especially when that man’s wife is coming over for dinner.”

“Huh?! W-Why is she coming?”

“Unlike you she actually knows how to interact with people before breaking inside their house. And plus it’s good that she’s coming here.

Y/n takes a hidden knife off the table giving it to Joe.

“It’s for own benefit Joe. We can be with each other if you just kill her! We can raise Henry fine. We just need her out the picture first before anything.”

“So Joe. Are you still willing to do anything for me?”

THE END

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Sorry this part took a bit! Been getting ready to move and now I’m sick lol 😭 but enjoy and check part 1 for more extensive TWs, please ❤️

TW: smut, dirty talk, talk of sexual trauma

18+ only

5,400 words

Part two

My leg bounces about anxiously beneath my desk, constantly checking and re-checking the clock in the bottom right hand corner of my computer screen. It's nearly five, and I'm more than ready to go home and enjoy my weekend. But as every day passes, I become more apprehensive about my date with Joel tomorrow.

Of course he was wonderful, kind, a damn good kisser, and hot beyond belief, but I'm still terrified. Without any sedative-like influence from the alcohol, I'm back to the withered shell of a woman I was when Joel walked into my office.

I can't believe I was fully prepared to sleep with him the other night. I had convinced myself that I was safe enough to do something like that with him, and I'm glad I didn't. What if I kiss Joel again and I panic? Or what if we're ever intimate and I panic? What will he do? Laugh in my face and continue anyway?

No, not Joel. He's too sweet for that, right?

Obviously my libido is calling the shots rather than my rational anxiety. It's been eight years since I've slept with anyone, and I'm jumping into this way too quickly for my liking. Am I crazy? Next time I'm with him, I'm not drinking any alcohol. I need to be myself and not a sedated, sex obsessed freak.

My eyes flutter closed, my lashes dancing against my cheeks as I recall Joel's hands on my body, and his soft, skilled lips against mine. Of course he was eager, he's a man. Is that why he fixed my washer? To get laid?

Part of me is tempted to go off on him for being such a disgusting pervert, but he hasn't done anything to me. My mind is fabricating all of these scenarios and reasons for his kindness when even I know it's probably out of character for Joel.

He's a single dad who lost his wife nine years ago, and who's devoted to his daughter who he's crazy about. Joel seems to be an incredible father. There's no way a man like that would ever try to hurt me, is there?

"Y/n?" I hear from my open office door.

"Yes?" My eyes snap up to see Cynthia, my secretary.

She smiles wide at me. "Are you done for the day?"

I gaze down to see that it's ten after five, meaning I've been sitting here spiraling over Joel for almost twenty minutes.

"Yes," I sigh with a smile. "More than done. I'm ready for the weekend."

Cynthia walks beside me as we leave the building, our cars being parked next to each other's outside.

"You have any exciting plans?" she asks with a large grin.

I decide to not tell her about Joel. "Nah, just me and my wine. You?"

"Ex-husband has the kids this weekend, so I'm probably going to be doing the same as you," she giggles. "Get home safely, y/n, okay?"

"Thanks, Cynthia. You too."

When I get home, I see a lovely bouquet of flowers sitting on my doorstep along with a note. I beam as I unlock my front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter and fishing the little card out of the leaves.

Y/n

I'm excited for tomorrow night. I hope you enjoy these flowers as much as I enjoy your company.

Joel

My face aches as I hold the card to my chest, feeling like I'm in a movie or something. I read the note several times, my mouth curling up wider and wider every time. Who knew my cheeks could stretch this far?

I carry the flowers into my bedroom, setting them on the nightstand beside my bed with the card leaning against the pretty blue vase.

I immediately press on Joel's contact, hoping that he's done working for the day. With every ring of the line, my apprehension climbs, until I hear that low, inviting burr of Joel's voice.

"Hey, you," he says sweetly. "I'm assuming you got my gift."

My cheeks burn as I beam at the floor. "I did. Thank you. You didn't have to get me anything, you know."

Joel chuckles lightly. "I wanted to."

The line goes quiet for a moment before Joel speaks again.

"Can I be honest with you?" he asks.

My heart jumps into my throat. "Of course."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you, y/n."

"Same here, honestly," I laugh sheepishly. "I feel like I'm going crazy."

He laughs, the sound warming my chest. "You know, I haven't been on many dates since my wife passed. Maybe only two."

My brows raise in surprise. "Really? How come?"

"Never felt right."

I chew on my bottom lip nervously. "But it does with me?"

"Mhmm," he hums, "very right."

"I guess I should be honest with you too and tell you I haven't been with anyone in eight years."

"What?!" Joel chokes out. "Why? How?"

I swallow hard, shaking my head. "I'd rather talk about it in person. It's—awkward."

"You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, y/n. You never have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

My eyes feel misty at his comforting words, but my mind is screaming at me to keep my walls up. "Thanks, Joel."

"Of course, y/n. As I said, you shouldn't be thanking me for the bare minimum. I'm sorry for whatever guy made you think that's all that you deserve."

Deciding to change the subject before I panic, I quickly swallow my fear that's clawing its way up my throat. "Uh—what time should I meet you tomorrow? And where are we going?"

"I could pick you up, if you want. I'd like it to be a surprise." He audibly smiles in his words.

I can't help but giggle. "Okay, that's fine. Could at least tell me the attire?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Casual-slash-nice? I'll be wearing a button-down and some jeans. Nothing too fancy."

I nod my head, planning my outfit already. "That sounds good to me. What time will you be here?"

"Six-thirty okay with you?"

"That sounds perfect."

"I'll see you tomorrow then, y/n. I have to attempt to make a good dinner for Sarah and I. I told you I was a shit cook, but I do practice so that she's not eating crap food all the time."

I laugh, flopping onto my back on my bed. "You're a good dad, Joel."

"I do my best."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, y/n."

We hang up, and I toss my phone to the side, staring at my ceiling.

Am I making the right choice by going out with him? I won't have any way of getting home if things go poorly, or if he switches and is no longer the man I'm assuming he is. What if he's exactly like...him? I hate saying his name, or even thinking it. Joel can't be evil like him, can he?

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I'm straightening out my powder blue sundress when there's a knock on my front door. My hands are shaky and I feel like my knees are going to buckle at any moment. Taking a steadying breath, I pull open the front door, revealing a stunning, handsome Joel before me.

He's donned in a black button-up as he said, and dark blue jeans with black dress shoes on his feet. His hair is lightly tamed with some gel, adding a bit of shine to the deep brown strands.

I feel winded at his appearance, and I'm suddenly hoping he feels the same about me. I've done my makeup to the best of my ability, and even went the extra mile to straighten my hair. Even with my heels on, Joel is still taller than me, and I don't know why I enjoy that so much.

"Wow," he breathes out, still standing on my doorstep. "I can't believe you're my date tonight."

My heart soars as I blush, looking down to my floor to try to focus my gaze elsewhere. "Thank you. You look amazing, Joel."

He scoffs. "Next to you, I look like a bum."

I giggle, meeting his soft brown eyes and the straightness of his teeth. "Are you ready?"

Joel nods, reaching his hand out for mine. "If you are."

Tossing all of my anxiety and negative thoughts aside, I grab his hand, locking my front door behind me as he leads me to his truck. He opens the door for me and helps me in, his hand letting go once I'm settled in to the passenger seat.

My eyes follow him as he walks around the front, getting in beside me behind the steering wheel. We gaze at each other for a moment, my focus falling to his delicate lips that I've missed the feeling of, no matter how hard I've tried to deny that fact. I want to want him without feeling afraid, but I can't help it.

"Kiss me," I say gently.

Joel immediately leans forward with his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into him firmly. His lips are so soft, and his tongue is back again in its eager, talented way. I can't help but moan, his tongue the match that struck across my body to wrap it in delicious flames.

He pulls away, both of us a bit winded from the kiss. "How the hell do you kiss like that if you haven't been with anyone in eight years?"

I giggle slightly as I shrug. "You're a good guide."

Joel chuckles and leans fully away, holding his hand out for me as he keeps the other on the steering wheel, pulling away from my house. I gently slide my fingers into his, feeling euphoric and safe in his truck with him.

Not seeing him for a few days has only made my attraction grow tremendously. How does he melt all of my fears away just by being around me? Nobody has ever done that for me before, or maybe I just never let anybody try. Why am I letting him in?

We park in front of a swanky restaurant, one that I've always passed, but never eaten at. It's New Orleans style food served in a comfortable, yet classy environment. I've always wanted to try it, but it seemed odd to come here alone, even though that's what I prefer.

Joel holds my hand as we walk in, the host guiding us to a table once he tells her the name for our party. The air smells heavenly. It's like Cajun food and Texan food had a baby and this restaurant is the outcome. God bless whoever came up with this place.

The server orders our drinks, and I opt out of getting wine. Joel orders an appetizer for us, my eyes scanning the menu as he does.

"No wine?" he sneers playfully at me. "Thought you were a wine lover."

"I am," I laugh, "but I'd like to be more connected this time."

Joel nods. "That's why I didn't order any beer. I still have to drive you back home, too."

Against everything my brain is telling me, I reach beside me at the table and rub Joel's thigh gingerly. I keep my eyes on the menu, my hand shaking as I bring it to a stop against his pants.

Joel reaches down and grabs my hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss against it. My gaze moves from the menu to his, seeing the slight concern etched into his face.

"Y/n," he says gently, "you're shaking again."

"I'm sorry," I say quickly. "I guess I'm nervous."

"About what?"

I shake my head. I can't tell him about my traumatic past on our first date, can I? He'll think I'm crazy and divulging way too much information for someone I barely know. It's not like me to open up, but I feel compelled to with him. I want him to know that it's not his fault that I'm so fucking terrified all the time.

"I don't know," I say softly. "I'm sorry."

Joel's brows knit together with worry. "Do you want me to take you home?"

God. That simple question has my anxiety skyrocketing down; that reassurance that if I need to leave at any given moment apparently being all I needed to calm down.

I give him a warm smile, leaning across the corner of the table to place a gentle kiss against his stubbly cheek. "No. I want to be here with you."

He beams at me, kissing my knuckles again. "You're not shaking anymore."

"I know," I beam, turning back to the menu. "Everything sounds so damn good. What are you thinking about getting?"

"Honestly the gumbo sounds amazing, and I've never had any."

"Ooo," I coo, nodding. "That does sound good."

After our food is brought out, Joel takes a generous bite of his dish as I dig into mine. The flavor of everything bursts in my mouth, and I let out a moan of contentment. It's incredible, and I can't believe I've never eaten here before.

Joel holds out his spoon for me with his steaming food piled onto it. "You've gotta try this."

I lean forward and take the spoon between my lips, groaning with a nod as I enjoy the taste of his meal.

"God, that's amazing." I pierce my own food with my fork, holding it out for Joel. "Now try mine."

Watching his lips slide across my fork does something sinful to me, and I'm not entirely sure why.

"This might be the best food I've ever had," he beams.

"I can't believe you haven't eaten here before. This is my favorite restaurant."

"It felt weird to come here alone," I laugh, placing my fork down to sip my water.

Joel eyes me with a glimmer in his eye. "Well, now you don't have to."

My cheeks warm as I break the eye contact, unable to hold it any longer. Although his eyes are kind and gentle, there's something so intimidating about them. Maybe it's because I'm so attracted to him, but god I can't look into them for too long.

We finish our meals and I go to pay, but Joel quickly grabs my card from me, slamming his down into the checkbook instead.

"Absolutely not," he shakes his head as we both laugh. "You can be a control freak all you want on your own time, but I'm paying for dinner tonight."

I giggle loudly, crossing my arms as I do my best to act offended. "Only I can call me a control freak."

He holds up his hands in defense. "I was only quoting you"

I playfully shove him, watching as the server walks away with the bill. "I want to pay for the next date."

Joel leans on the table on his elbows, handing me my card back. "Oh, there's going to be a next date?"

My eyes land on his, admiring the deep chocolate river that flows in them. "Yes."

"Maybe I like that you're a control freak," he beams, his eyes floating down to my lips. "It's charming."

"Charming?" I guffaw. "You don't think I'm crazy?"

"Of course not," he laughs. "Everyone has their quirks, and I want to learn all of yours."

My gaze softens. "Really?"

Joel nods. "Really."

Back at my house, Joel walks me to the front door, giving me a long, lingering kiss before I unlock it.

"Would you like to come in?" I ask somewhat timidly.

He nods with a smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "We could watch a movie again, if you wanted."

I beam. "I'd like that a lot."

We enter my house, and I immediately kick off my heels, picking them up by the backs and carrying them into my bedroom. I put them away where they belong, checking my reflection in the mirror to make sure I'm tidy and presentable enough for Joel.

He stands near the couch, my eyes flicking down to his shoes. "You can take those off if you want."

Joel chuckles. "Do you not like shoes on in the house?"

I smirk, walking up beside him. "No, not really."

He laughs, bending down and slipping his shoes off to leave them by the front door near the little entrance carpet.

We sit on the couch, my thumb clicking on the remote to go to any streaming service.

"Do you have to be back to Sarah any time soon?" I ask, suddenly worrying that I'm taking up too much of his time.

"No," he smiles. "I told Mrs. Cheshire that it might be a late night. She knows I'm on a date."

Hearing him say that makes me beam vastly, gazing into his soft eyes. "Yeah, you are."

Joel chuckles, leaning in and placing a soft kiss to my cheek. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything. How about I stop being a control freak and let you pick?"

He laughs, nodding as he takes the remote from me. "Any particular genre you like to avoid?"

"I'm good with anything, really." My eyes admire his beautiful profile. "You pick."

Joel ends up landing on a rom-com, making my lips tweak up as I giggle. He laughs with me, throwing his arm around my shoulders as I lean into his chest. He smells incredible; the scent warm and musky yet clean. I inhale him deeply, needing more of him.

My head turns up to face his, admiring the stubble along his jaw. Joel flicks his gaze down to look at me, giving me a gentle smile.

"What?" he asks quietly as the movie plays in the background.

"You're a handsome man, Joel."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "It blows my mind that you think that."

"You're delusional."

"No, you're just that beautiful."

My lips attach to his in an instant, a hungry, needy feeling washing over me. I'm consumed by my own greed to have him near, desperate to have him closer. I slip my tongue against his, savoring the taste of Cajun food and Joel.

His hands rest on my hips, gripping them tightly as he begins to push me back onto the couch. My head hits the cushion gently as our lips never part, the weight of him feeling—suffocating and overwhelming. The horrible thoughts begin to flood my mind, and I do my best to push them away. But Joel is on me, devouring my mouth and keeping his grip on my hips. I can't do it. It's too much.

"Joel," I breathe, my chest beginning to heave.

"Yes, y/n?" he rasps, his lips on my neck.

"No!" I shout, pushing at his shoulders roughly.

He immediately flies back, fear and confusion staining his wonderful, beautiful face. "Y/n, hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Before even realizing it, I'm crying and shaking, curling into myself on my cushion that I was just pressed against moments ago. I close my eyes, hoping that it'll vanish. Whether it's the thoughts or Joel, I don't care. I just need them to go away.

"Remember the breathing?" he says quietly, sounding so far away it's like I'm floating in space. "Breathe with me, y/n."

My hands are over my ears, and my eyes are squeezed shut. I slowly open them to look at Joel, watching his chest inflate and deflate slowly. I follow his rhythm, moving my hands slowly away from my head to hear his deep breaths. He encourages me, smiling gently with those soft eyes of his melting me.

His hand slowly reaches out to grab mine and I let him, watching as he places it against his heart. It's racing against my palm, but his breathing is easy and calm.

"Joel," I begin, but he shushes me gently.

"Just keep breathing for a minute. Follow mine."

We sit there gazing at each other, easily breathing in and out for a few minutes until both of our hearts are no longer pounding hard against our chests.

"I need to tell you something," I say, hanging my head.

Joel brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. "I'm sorry, y/n."

My brows pitch up. "What for?"

"I came on too strong and I scared you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"No," I shake my head. "Joel, it's not your fault."

His vast, saddened eyes search mine, wrenching my heart. "I never want to scare you, y/n."

"Please, it's not your fault, I promise."

He nods, kissing my knuckles again.

"I haven't been with anyone in eight years because I was—" Words fail me, and I seem incapable of explaining what happened to me in this moment.

"You were what?" Joel asks gently.

"T-taken advantage of by my ex-boyfriend and his friend when I was seventeen."

Joel's face twists with disgust, and the tenderness has left his eyes. "My god, I'm so sorry, y/n."

"No," I shake my head, "please don't pity me. I don't want your pity."

He gingerly reaches out and cups my face, my cheek pushing more into his touch. "It's not pity, y/n. It's compassion."

A tear falls from my eye, and Joel swipes it with his thumb. "I panicked when you first took me to the supply store for the washer hose because I was scared I wouldn't come back home. With—him—I had no way of leaving. I was trapped."

Joel frowns. "Honey, you didn't have to go with me."

I smile faintly at the pet name. "But I wanted to. I wanted to spend time with you."

"Y/n, listen to me," he cups my face in both hands, "we don't ever have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. I don't care what it is, it won't happen if you're uncomfortable. Do you hear me?"

I nod. "I still want you, Joel. I want you so badly."

"We don't have to rush into anything. I haven't even slept with anyone in years. I'll wait for you, y/n. I want to wait until you're ready."

My eyes soften as I hang my head. "God, you're amazing, you know that?"

"I'm not amazing, y/n. I'm just being a decent human. You're still fragile, and I don't want to—"

I scowl. "I'm not fragile."

Joel frowns slightly. "I didn't mean to offend you, I just don't want you doing something if it's too soon."

"Joel, I've spent the last eight years being terrified of men. You're the first man I've let kiss me in eight years. I'm not a porcelain doll. I'm a woman that's healing, and you're helping me put on the band-aids."

He smiles gently. "I'm the luckiest damn man in the world."

I scoff, sniffling a bit. "You think you're lucky because you have a trauma victim that likes you?"

"You're not that to me at all," he shakes his head. "To me, you're a strong woman who's beginning to trust. And only god knows why I'm the one who made you want to start. I'm just happy to be here with you."

My body leans forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as I push our chests together. Our lips and tongues connect effortlessly, like it's second nature for us at this point. I fling my leg over his, straddling him and pinning his thighs to the cushion.

"Y/n," Joel pulls away, his eyes searching mine, "please, if you're not ready—"

"Shut up, Joel," I tell him, reattaching our lips.

My fingers are in his hair, his hands on my hips as I gently rock them back and forth against him. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, and it only spurs me on further.

I've never ridden anyone before, but it doesn't take an expert to figure out how to do it. My hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, our lips never leaving each other's as I work at his shirt.

"Touch me," I breathe against his lips, continuing our kiss.

Joel's hands stay at my hips, rubbing them tenderly.

His shirt lays open, and I part our kiss to give him a look of disapproval. "Joel, I didn't tell you the truth so that you'd be scared of me." I bring his hands up from my hips to my breasts. "I said touch me."

He leans up to reconnect the kiss, his palms against me, kneading my chest through my dress. His hands move down beneath it, sliding up my bare thighs until he's gripping my ass tightly.

"You tell me if you want me to stop anything," he says gruffly, his eyes alight with hunger.

I nod, desperate to return to his lips.

His hands move up the sides of my dress, and I part our mouths for a moment just so he can lift it off over my head. My fingers are on his jeans, shaking from desperation as I do my best to unfasten the button. Joel helps me, making quick work of his jeans until he's sat beneath me in only his boxers.

I lick my lips in anticipation, staring down at the thick, weighty erection that rests beneath me.

"I don't have any condoms, y/n," Joel says with a ragged breath.

"I don't care. I'm on the pill."

Joel's fingers play with the band of my panties, and I can tell he's still hesitant to touch me. My lips trail along his jaw and neck as I guide his hand into the fabric that he's toying with. A small groan leaves his lips once his fingers come in contact with my slit, making me clench down onto nothing.

"Oh, my god," he groans slightly, his head falling back against the back of the couch. "You're so fucking wet."

I hum against him, sliding my tongue from his collar bone up to his earlobe. "Just for you, Joel."

He eases a finger gently inside of me, stopping my body in its tracks as a shudder of pleasure runs through me. Joel moves it out slowly, pushing it back in with ease. My hands are on his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as I let out a quiet moan against his neck.

"Gotta prep you, honey. I won't fit if I don't get you ready for me."

My breath hitches in my throat as he works a second finger into me, my lips tucking between my teeth. "Fuck," I breathe out shakily.

"God, you're so tight," he groans. "Don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't," I whisper. "Please, I need you."

My hands hook into the sides of his boxers, pulling them down so that they're resting on his thighs with his jeans. Joel's fingers move up to my clit, making me gasp at the sudden contact.

"Cum first and then I'm yours."

"Joel," I groan, my head leaning back. "Please."

He rubs me easily, swirling my little bundle of nerves in quick, neat circles that have my thighs already quivering with anticipation.

"It's okay, y/n," he coos. "You don't have to beg. You'll have me."

My body is on fire, and my chest is heaving dramatically. I'm already so close to the edge; so close to a feeling I haven't experienced in years, not even when I'm alone. I never wanted to. I've never been so hungry for an orgasm than I am right now with Joel beneath me and his fingers against me.

That blinding rush of euphoria courses through my body and I scream out, my entrance fluttering as my release takes over me. Joel groans quietly, his fingers guiding me through it until I'm shivering from the overstimulation.

He gently pulls my face down to his, kissing me deeply and passionately. I take his thick cock into my hands, groaning at the sheer size and weight of him. My other hand moves down to pull my panties to the side, rubbing Joel's tip through my soaking apex.

"Fuck," he curses, briefly breaking the kiss. "Tell me again that you want me."

I nod, biting my lip. "I want you so bad, Joel."

"I'm yours, y/n. Take me."

I pull away, leaning up onto my knees as I position myself above him. With one hand on him at the base, I gently start to ease myself down. My jaw unhinges, my eyes open wide from the overwhelming feeling of the stretch of him. I feel full, and he's not even halfway in yet.

Joel grips my hips tightly, his eyes on where we're connecting. "Take your time. I don't want it to hurt."

"It doesn't," I breathe out sharply. "Just—a lot."

He chuckles cheekily, the sound seemingly vibrating through my body to send another rush of arousal to where he's stretching me out. I move my hand, allowing myself to settle at the bottom as we both let out a coo of approval.

"Go slow," Joel says gently.

I breathe, adjusting to him still, feeling stretched beyond belief. "Don't tell me what to do."

Joel laughs, his fingers quickly undoing the clasps of my bra. He attaches his mouth to my left nipple, making me shriek and tense up around him. He groans against me, his eyes briefly squeezing shut.

I slowly start to move up and down, groaning out towards the ceiling from the intense pleasure. Joel drops his fingers to my slick bud again, immediately making me clench down on him.

He groans, moving to my other nipple. "You're so beautiful," he praises. "Riding me so good, y/n."

His compliments spur me on, and I move my hips faster, becoming more and more acclimated to the stretch of him. My moans are constant. Every time he's buried in me to the hilt, I can't help but cry out into the emptiness of my home.

"Joel," I moan, my eyes squeezed shut. "Please, I'm so close."

His free hand comes up and grips me behind my neck, pulling my lips down to press against his briefly. "I know, honey. Can feel you squeezing me. Cum on me, y/n."

His words are my undoing, and I'm crumbling. My walls are flexing against him and my teeth are sinking into the skin of his neck, needing something to keep me grounded to earth.

Joel groans loudly, only making my orgasm more intense. "Yes, y/n," he moans. "Tell me how I feel."

"G-good," I shudder, kissing the teeth marks on his neck. "Please, Joel."

"What, honey? Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me."

His hands immediately go to my hips, his legs adjusting a bit before he starts to thrust up into me, the quick pace making me scream and bury my face back into his neck.

"Oh, my god!" I cry, my eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck, Joel, please."

"I can't hold it anymore, y/n. Tell me where you want it," he says gruffly. "Tell me."

"Inside of me!"

Joel's fingers dig into my skin so tightly I'm sure they'll leave bruises. He cries out, his head tilting back as I feel him throbbing inside of me. Every spurt of cum and jerk of his hips makes me groan, and I finally open my eyes once I feel his release stop pouring into me.

His hands move to my bare back, caressing me gently from the bottom of my spine to the top. He rubs me silently for a few moments, both of us just panting and breathing together.

"Please tell me how you are," Joel finally says. "I need to know."

"I'm perfect," I breathe, moving my head out of the crook of his neck. "More than perfect."

He beams at me, leaning up to pull me in to a wonderful, tender kiss that has my heart soaring.

"You're incredible," he says as our foreheads press together. "I can't believe you like me."

I giggle, shaking my head. "Would you stop it? You're perfect, Joel. I mean it."

He chuckles, kissing me again. "What do you want me to do?"

I cock my head. "About what?"

"Do you want me to stay the night? Or would you rather me go home?"

"Stay," I smile. "Please."

He beams at me. "I was hoping you'd say that."

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perfectly-intoxicated · 18 days

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Hannah has control over every aspect of her life. The people she kills, the ones she fucks, how she looks, the amount she chooses to drink – no matter what kind of spiral she sends herself into next, it's always her choice, because everyone hates the feeling of being powerless.

That's why she hates Vincent Ansaldo. No matter what, it's always what he wants. She just happened to be exactly that.

"Mein diamant, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" Sturdy arms snake around her waist from behind, a sharply-accented voice dripping with his shit-eating grin cutting through the blaring music from how close he's made himself. "Did you not get enough of me yesterday?"

I got plenty of you yesterday. The words are right on the tip of her tongue, as cut-edged as a blade. She’s still got that bruise on her hip, the bastard, yet she swallows the spew of insults down. The grip on her gin martini tightens, her white knuckles concealed by the dim room.

"I'm not here for long." Hannah's voice is hard to make out through the blaring sound of the room, but she still is seemingly unamused. She can see his reflection displaying itself in and out of her glass thanks to the flashing lights above them. From an outsider's perspective, any woman would deem herself lucky of his attention.

Sandy blonde hair that reaches his shoulders just enough brush against her cheek, and she doesn’t need to look to know a pair of dark jade greens are staring down at her with unwavering attention. Charming, deadly, and smart, Vincent came from a long, powerful line of questionable family affairs and affluent descendants who took what they wanted, when they wanted.

She knew he frequented here. It was one his clubs, why wouldn’t he? She had just hoped to be able to get the information she needed and buzz off before he could spot her.

Obviously, hope was fucking useless.

“And why not?” His hand raises up to brush away her hair in favor of revealing her neck, and he leans down to press his lips to her pulse. It always stuttered when he was near, but not for the reason he believed. “Running off the moment you can before stopping by to greet me. I’m hurt."

“You’ll live.” Hannah brings the drink up to her lips for a short sip, and she tries not to think about how the arms around her tighten when she glances around for the target she'd been following. Alex Aguilar, a woman who thought it was a good idea to bring kids into her dirty work.

Now those kinds of people were the scum under her heel. At least she’d be able to take her sweet time with her once the right moment came around.

"Vince, I'm trying to work, so can you just–"

"Who are you tailing after?"

The voice next to her ear lowers, and it's not the kind of tone he uses when he's planning on dragging her off to fuck her. Someone is getting in the way of him spending time with her, and even though he's trying his damn best to make his question sound as nonchalant as possible, she's known him long enough to know when he's getting irritated.

The burn of alcohol when she swallows barely affects her.

Hannah takes a deep breath, forces herself to glance up at him with an easy smile. Just like he liked to see her. You’re prettier when you smile. She still remembers tears being wiped from her face with a deceptively gentle hand and his blurry frame hovering over her. “No one important. None of them are.”

That seems to please him, because he’s grinning down at her like a predator who’s decided to have mercy instead of one that’s about to attack. “That’s right, pretty girl.” Vincent sighs deeply, smile faltering but not disappearing just yet as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I trust you’ll come back to me later then?”

When does she not? When could she not?

Vincent walks away with a kiss to her cheek and a slap to her ass once he's had enough of her. The sound of his chuckle as he further distances himself makes her want to turn back around and smash her glass over his head, strangle him, lodge the pieces of glass into his throat and force everyone to watch his blood splatter and spill over the floors. That would be nice. That would be perfect actually. At that moment, she wouldn't care if it eventually got her killed.

He's a prick. He gets on her nerves. But all she had to do was do what he wants, and he'd eventually get tired of her. Not much she can do now except suck it up.

Hannah shuts her eyes. Takes a deep breath.

You're fine.

She downs the rest of her drink and goes back to her hunt. Maybe that would bring back the spring in her step and the bloodlust she needs.

#𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞. (au)#learn to survive. (au lore)

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jamiewintons · 1 day

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Boromir Relationship Headcanons

Boromir x F!Reader, headcanons are both SFW & NSFW (so no minors, please!). This is based on the movie version of Boromir, so if anything contradicts the books, I apologise 🙏

These are just some of the first headcanons that came to me, so I may end up doing a second post at some point! Anyway, hope everyone enjoys, and if you’d like to discuss Boromir headcanons, my askbox is always open!

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SFW Headcanons

- Boromir is quite the romantic. He’s never really been in love before you, so it catches him by surprise how strongly he feels for you. Like he finds himself randomly thinking about you while he’s training and ends up all flustered and distracted. He never saw himself getting married either - he’d always been too busy defending Gondor - but once he falls for you there’s no doubt in his mind that he wants you to be his wife.

- Even if you’re of a proper status to be Boromir’s wife, there’s a good chance that Denethor won’t think you’re good enough for his favourite son. But Boromir will not relent in his desire to marry you, even if that means defying his father and marrying you in secret. There’s a good chance that Denethor will get past it eventually anyway, because in his eyes Boromir can really do no wrong.

- He is incredibly physically affectionate - he loves giving hugs, and cuddling, and picking you up and carrying you. He loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him while he buries his face in your hair. Even if he’s had the most stressful day imaginable, holding you in his arms makes all of the stress and bad things in the world seem to melt away, even if only temporarily.

- Boromir hates being away from you, though obviously his duty to Gondor means he often has to leave for battle, sometimes even for long campaigns. But he keeps you on his mind always, and he fights in your name just as much as he fights for his country and his people.

- One of the ways to make Boromir melt is to show him gentleness and tenderness. Like you tending to his wounds after a battle? You washing his hair? He’s going to fall even more in love with you and look at you with pure adoration in his eyes, just feeling so lucky to have married the most wonderful woman in Middle Earth.

- I think he’d want to have a big family, maybe four or five kids, and a mix of daughters and sons! Of course if you’re not comfortable with that, he’ll defer to your choice - he understands that when it comes to making a child, he’s really got the easy job. If you do end up having children, he’d be such a sweet and attentive father - just imagine him playing with your kids the way he did with Merry and Pippin in Fellowship 🥹 - and I like to think that he would encourage his daughters’ interests just as much as his sons’! He’s definitely making sure not to play favourites at all either, because he saw how much that hurt Faramir when they were growing up and to this day.

- (I saw an imagine post talking about dad Boromir where he plays knights with his daughters and it solidified girldad!Boromir as my favourite headcanon, but I’m having trouble finding it again - if anyone knows the post I’m talking about please send me a link, I’ll love you forever ❤️🙏)

NSFW Headcanons

- Boromir is a very attentive lover, and so so handsy. This man will be touching you all over while you’re making love, particularly focusing on your hips, breasts, and thighs. I think he’d love it if you’re on the thicker side, because it makes it even more satisfying for him to touch you.

- He can be a massive tease - especially if you have particular sweet spots that he knows how to exploit in the best way possible. When you moan loudly, he’ll look at you with the biggest grin on his face as he asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. He’s a tease with his words too - sometimes he’ll whisper something dirty in your ear in an otherwise innocent situation just to see you blush - but he’ll certainly follow through on any promises he might have made to you later.

- When Boromir’s not being a tease he’s still talking a lot, mainly a lot of praise and whispered sweet nothings. If you talk dirty to him, it drives him crazy.

- This man absolutely has a breeding kink. I don’t know what exactly makes me think that but I just get that vibe from him. Like I said above, he wants to have a big family, and he certainly fantasises about getting you pregnant. If you beg him to cum inside of you he will fold so quickly. And when you are pregnant, he can barely keep his hands off of you, though he makes sure to be extra gentle as to not accidentally hurt you while you’re in such a delicate condition.

- He eats pussy like he’s starving and you’re the first food he’s seen in weeks. If he could spend all of his time with his head between your thighs he’d probably die happy.

- Also he loves it when you sit on his face.

- He’s very proud of himself when he makes you come really hard, and he usually won’t think about his pleasure until he’s made you come at least twice, maybe three times. As such, he’s not really into quickies, he wants to take his time.

- His favourite places to have sex are in bed, and also sometimes in the bath (but touching each other in the bath usually leads to him taking you to bed).

- Boromir prefers to be able to look you in the eyes when you have sex, so any position that facilitates that will be a favourite. He does like putting your legs over his shoulders, but he also likes watching you ride him.

#boromir x reader #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #boromir imagine #boromir imagines #lotr imagine #lotr imagines #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings imagines

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rorkegirly07 · 3 days

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Bro Rorke is so underrated☹️

I’m so fucking in love with him it’s not even funny😭😭

There’s barely anything for Rorke on here and ughhhh it just makes me sad because that’s all I wanna read rnnnn!!

But anyways, because of the lack of Rorke writings, here’s an NSFW Alphabet with Rorke for everyone needing him rn😚🫶🏻

GABRIEL RORKE NSFW ALPHABET ~ FEM!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW

A ~ Aftercare

He's so gentle and sweet. He always makes sure you're ok and that he didn't hurt you, he'd feel so bad if he did hurt you: (

Ok but are we not gonna talk about how fast he switches up?? Bro goes from being rough as hell to the most gentle man you've ever seen. He just loves you like that<3

B ~ Body Part (his fav body part of both yours and his)

He's 100% a boob guy. He HAS to have them in his face 24/7! Obviously can't keep his hands to himself when your shirt's off. Fuck they're just so perfect to him.

On himself I think he’d like whatever you like. If it’s his hands, he’ll definitely use them more during sex, he’ll be behind you, covering your mouth with his hand as he makes you scream, and not even just during sex he’ll use his hands whenever to make you feel some type of way just because you love them so much.

If it’s his muscles, he’ll make sure to put his arms on either side of your face while he fucks you, or if he’s just doing basic things during the day he’ll make sure you see the way they flex when he picks things up.

C ~ Cum (where does he like to finish?)

He'd love to cum inside of you he just really doesn't want any kids. Even if he's wearing a condom he's too scared lmao.

So instead of that, he usually finishes on your tits. He can't help but melt at the sight of you so weak and exhausted under him while his cum just drips off your perfect breasts.

He loves to scoop some of it up on his fingers and stuff it in your mouth. The way your lips wrap around his fingers and tongue swirls around his cum-covered fingertips, omggg he’ll have you screaming his name again louder than before.

D ~ Dirty Secret

He often fantasizes of him breeding you. Yeah breeding is one of his kinks he just can't fulfill it because he doesn't want kids right now:(

But omg the way he gets so hard at the thought of you walking around with a mini him inside of you!!

E ~ Experience

I’ll leave that for you to imagine.

F ~ Favorite Position

Honestly, missionary. But it always ends up turning into mating press. He just can't help himself with you. He's so addicted to the feeling he gets when he rams his dick into you while holding your knees so tightly to your chest.

He also likes seeing you on top, trying to take control when you both know it’s gonna end with him on top or dominating you from the bottom. He’ll let you ride him and have your fun but eventually he’ll grab your hips and fuck up into you like this is the last time you two will ever see each other.

G ~ Gentle? Not Gentle?

It depends on his mood. If it’s morning and you both just woke up, he’ll be real slow and sensual, it’s kinda rare to get that side of him out any other time of day but it definitely happens sometimes.

Most of the time though, he’s rough with you. He just loves to dominate you and have you crying under him from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

H ~ Hair (how well groomed is he?)

He trims down there every now and then, but other than that he really doesn’t care about it.

He has a very prominent happy trail and that’s one thing he loves about himself (only because you love to stare at it when his shirt is off lmao).

I ~ Intimacy (how is he in the moment? the romantic aspect)

Although he’s usually rough during sex, he’s very passionate and intimate about it. He wants you to know that he loves you and isn’t just using you for your body, all while making you feel good.

J ~ Jack Off (does he masturbate? How often?)

I don’t think he does it very often, but if he’s been away from you for a while because of his job, he’d probably do it every now and then. Most of the time he’ll need you on the phone to guide him through it, it just makes it so much better for him to hear your voice.

K ~ Kinks

Breeding ~ This man is obsessed with the thought of filling you up with his babies. That’s all he thinks about while he pounds into you. “Mmm,” he’d growl in your ear, “you’re gonna be walking around with a little me in you soon sweetheart.”

Dirty Talk ~ Rorke loves the way you melt underneath him every time he huffs something nasty in your ear as he fucks you.

“Yeahhh, you like that?”

“Keep moaning for me baby, show me how good I’m making you feel.”

“C’mon baby you can take it.”

“Good girrrll.”

“Just like that sweetheart, fuck you feel so good.”

Brat Taming ~ He thinks it’s so fucking hot when you misbehave him. But of course he’ll have to punish you. But that’s what he loves most about it.

If he tells you to shut up and you don’t, he’ll have you on your knees as he face fucks you to the point of sobbing.

If he tells you not to cum and you do, he’ll be overstimulating you, making you cum over and over again until he feels that you’ve learned your lesson.

He makes you apologize as he punishes you, your hair pulled tightly in his fist and tears rolling down your cheeks.

L ~ Location

He prefers the bedroom. Complete privacy, just you and him in the comfort of your own bed.

But if y’all aren’t home, he’ll fuck you anywhere there’s privacy. He’s not much of a risk taker, he leaves his sex life between you and him.

M ~ Motivation (what turns him on?)

WHEN YOU’RE DESPERATE FOR HIM!!!!

God he just fucking adores you when you’re begging for him to fuck you. He loves seeing you so in need of him, all for him. He gets off to the thought of pleasing you so much that that’s all you want.

N ~ Nooo (something he won’t do)

He absolutely will not hurt you in any way. He loves you too much, he hates seeing you in pain. He’s tired of pain anyways, with his job that’s all he sees everyday.

O ~ Oral (does he like giving or receiving?)

He loves both but God does he love giving.

He loves to suck your throbbing clit and watch as you throw your head back in pleasure and push his face further into you. He loves fucking you with his tongue and playing with your clit. Fuckkk he just loves pleasuring you!!!

P ~ Pace

He’s fast and rough most of the time. Only on the rare occasion of like a holiday or some special morning will he be slow.

Q ~ Quickies

Quickies with Rorke happen almost all the time. As long as you two aren’t in a place where you’ll be caught, he’ll fuck you any chance he gets.

R ~ Risk (is he risky? not risky?)

Nope. Rorke keeps his sex life between you and him and you and him only.

He doesn’t want his men walking in on him in a state like that. With you, he’s vulnerable, loving, wants to please you, all that good stuff. But with his men, he’s strictly professional and keeps his personal life to himself.

S ~ Stamina

He could go 3-4 rounds, maybe even 5 before needing a break.

T ~ Toys (does he use toys?)

He doesn’t own any toys himself, but if you had any he wouldn’t be mad.

He’d probably even use them on you when he’s fucking you.

U ~ Unfair (does he like to tease?)

Rorke loves the way you whine and beg underneath him as he teases you. He teases a LOT….

But of course gives you the best sex you’ve ever had once he’s done playing with you.

He just fucking loves to see you beg for him!!

V ~ Volume (how loud is he in bed?)

He isn’t too loud, but there are usually a lot of grunts and heavy breathing. Sometimes he can let a few good moans out though.

W ~ Wildcard (a random headcanon)

After sex, he loves to just lay in bed with you while cockwarming. He just loves the way he feels inside of you as you both just hold each other and enjoy each other’s presence in silence.

X ~ X-Ray (what’s in those pants👀)

6 1/2 to 7 inches in length, and real thick. He has a few veins along the sides and a thick juicy tip🤤

Y ~ Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

His sex drive is a little over average. He just can’t help himself around you.

Before he met you though, I don’t think it was high at all. He never really cared about his sex life, just work.

Z ~ Zzz (how fast does he fall asleep after?)

He waits until you fall asleep first. It doesn’t matter how tired he is, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need before he dozes off.

#cod smut #call of duty #cod ghosts #gabriel rorke x reader #gabriel t rorke #rorke cod #Gabriel Rorke smut #cod ghosts x reader

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yourtwistedlies · 5 months

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THATS RIGHT

your girl val binged the entire first season of the dragon prince

potential spoilers under the cut

Lord Viren is a snake

ratty little scumbag

i don’t like him ONE BIT

but let’s move onto more pressing matters while i get back to that later

the king is dead *jazz hands*

okay so i have a sneaking suspicion that the letter he gave callum was a letter that said he was to inherit the throne or something like that. though, isn’t that already obvious since he’s the oldest child of the king (even if he’s his stepson)? or does it only apply if you are blood related to the king, which means ezran would inherit it? dunno.

also i do acknowledge that rayla was hiding the fact that harrow died to protect them, but like, TELL THEM. even if they would have felt really sad and stuff ᵗᵐ, i feel like personally, i would have told them. because i feel like the longer you withhold the information, the more it’ll hurt when they figure out the truth. and i assure you, one way or another the truth always comes out.

also i felt so just like in shock while seeing the bond (for killing the king) come off of runaan’s hand. it was just so fast i could not process it. also the shadow hawk WAS SO FREAKING COOL. i was just amazed by that for a hot minute. but im not ashamed to say my first thought was that is everyone who was fighting there dead? is soren dead??? now, i wouldn’t say soren is the best person but the way he let callum beat him to impress claudia, never mind his own sister is just so 💗💗💗💗💗💗. also soren is kind of a hot snatch, and you can’t deny it, that’s speaking from someone who doesn’t even really have a type or anything.

okay, so yeah now my next big thing:

aunt amayaaaaaaaaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaaaaa! commander gren!!!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!

eeee i love amaya!!! she’s such a freaking bada*s!! also she’s deaf, which is actually really inclusive of the show writers :D i think we need more shows with people who have disabilities and the dragon prince is a great one! it shows that you dont have to hear to be able to kick some serious a*s and lead people!!! also commander gren is just such a cutie. he translates everything for her, and THAT SCENE WHERE SHE SIGNS “I trust you, you’ve been my voice. Now you will become my hands to save the boys.” (translation from @redemptiionss—they have dragon prince translations for what amaya signs that gren doesn’t say!) AHHH!!!!! i mean that is just so sweet in like a really friendly platonic way. anyways i love aunt amaya and commander gren 💕

SPEAKING OF COMMANDER GREN. LORD VIREN YOU LITTLE TWERP WHY DID YOU UN-ASSIGN HIM FROM THE MISSIONNN??? ik he did it so that his kids could lead it obviously so they could follow his orders and do his dirty work but- you don’t know how much i wanted that commander gren screen time 😭😭 he just seems like such a funny guy

now that we’re back to the subject of lord viren-

his face is NOT doing so hot rn. he need some cera ve lotion ASAP. aging is not doing him well. okay but I’m going to stop joking now. WTF????????? HE FREAKING LIKE TORTURED RUNAAN???!?? AND PUT HIM IN A COIN????? AND HIS EYES ARE SO FREAKING SCARY??????

i mean at least gren is a witness to the torture but im honestly scared for gren now IF HE EVEN FCKING THREATENS GREN IM GONNA do nothing because he’s fake. but you already know im going to be so mad.

anyways lord viren is SICK (not in a good way). he needs serious help.

okay so yeah callum broke the primal stone to make the storm so zym could hatch blah blah blah i don’t really care. though he’s sad because he can’t do primal magic and stuff but now he’s determined to find another way to do primal magic because honestly claudia’s description of why dark magic wasn’t that bad was kind of terrifying.

yeah. then zym hatched i already forgot his full name since it’s so long, but okay!!! ALSO THEN ZYM BROKE RAYLA’S BOND!!! NOW SHE CAN SLISH AND SLASH (reference 😉) AND SHE WONT LOOSE HER HAND!!!! i love rayla :D. the dragon is kinda cute. but he can’t fly. which kinda makes him less majestic but ezran is gonna train him!!!!

ALSO EZRAN CAN TALK TO ANIMALSS!!!

i always believed in him.

next big thing issssss

claudia and soren both have different secret missions that they can’t tell each other about

like way to ruin your children’s sibling relationship and trust viren 🙄 and ALSO LORD VIREN DID NOT JUST TELL SOREN THAT IF THEY’RE ALIVE “SORRY MAN BUT YOU GOTTA KILL THEM” !!!!!!!!!!!! this man is terrifying

i want to beat him up. i could take him with no magic though. ik the only thing that is going to save him is some weird dark magic and without that his frail bones are going to have nothing on me.

okay! on that happy note i shall continue

something is going on with that mirror

runaan said that he had finally found something dangerous and that has hidden dangers (i hope they’re all inflicted on viren). lord viren has some weird obsession with that mirror and the end credits had a mirror with a hand that had four fingers (elf!!!) pressing on it. yay!! plot!!!!

that’s val’s (me!!) summary of the dragon prince season one

yeah.

aunt amayaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaa!!! commander gren!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

#my chaotic tdp season one summary #no spoils plz #tdp #the dragon prince spoilers #NO SPOILERS FOR AFTER SEASON 1 #val talks #the dragon prince #the dragon prince season 1 #tdp s1 #tdp callum #tdp rayla #tdp claudia

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ladytanithia · 7 months

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Writing WIP Wednesday

For Chapter 18 of Best-Laid Plans. Just doing some good works around Windhelm and showing sweet Erik around the less-fortunate parts of town. Miranja's take on the Aventus Aretino situation. Could damn near be a chapter in itself.

Tagging @dirty-bosmer @guarmommy @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @sunny-d-anomaly @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter

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Miranja hugged Quintus tightly for a long moment. “Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do. I mean that. And if his condition changes. I would like to try to be present for his funeral when the time comes.”

Quintus nodded, following his guests to the door, and closing it behind them as they exited.

Miranja was somber as they took the way back through the cemetery toward the docks. Before Erik could speak to her, a passing guard commented about the Aretino boy. Miranja’s mood shifted visibly, and a determined look came into her eyes.

“I’ve been hearing about this kid since the day I came to Skyrim. It’s odd that after months, no one’s done anything to help this kid. We’re about to go right by his house. Maybe I’ll check in on him.” Although Erik had claimed to be open-minded, he obviously retained some of that Nord superstition. He tried to protest, but Miranja had made up her mind. “You don’t have to go in with me if you don’t want to,” she told him.

“I’m not letting you go into a potentially dangerous situation by yourself, Miss Miranja. I’ll do what you’re paying me for. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

She had to pick the lock to get into the house, and as soon as she opened the door, their nostrils were assailed by the smell of decomposing flesh. But it wasn’t the boy; they could hear his frustrated chanting and cursing from where they stood. Miranja gagged and turned away toward the outside, sucking in a deep breath of fresh, cold air.

“Die, Grelod! Die!” Miranja nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout, and she took another deep breath and held it before hurrying up the stairs.

“I’m… so tired…” the boy whimpered to himself. “How long do I have to pray?”

It was quite chilly in the house, and Miranja dared not wonder how bad it would smell if it had been warm. Surely the jarl’s people would have tended to the boy’s mother’s body after she died, right? What was this nauseating smell?

“Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear.” The bloodchilling prayer was accompanied by repeated thunking sounds, and when the pair finally reached the room where Aventus was performing his ritual, Miranja was stunned. Here was the source of the rotting smell: decaying human body parts. It was warmer in this room because of the circle of candles, and the scent of the hot wax did nothing to detract from the stench. The thunk was the sound of Aventus wearily stabbing the disintegrating flesh, the tip of his blade catching slightly in the floorboards with each blow. Aventus was tearfully complaining to himself now about how tired he was, asking why the Night Mother wasn’t answering him.

Miranja nearly wept at the thought of some stranger doing this ritual with the intention of having her life snuffed. To see this child performing the ritual… what sort of horror must he have endured at that orphanage? Where and how did he get the body parts? This was serious, gruesome business.

“By the Nine…” Miranja murmured in horror. Behind her, she could hear Erik vomiting into – well, hopefully into something. When she tried to take another breath, the smell was so bad that she gagged again, but the boy was on his feet as soon as he heard her voice, jumping for joy as if he hadn’t just been on the verge of collapse a moment ago.

“Are you okay?” Miranja choked out, trying to take shallow breaths.

“You came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood! I did the Black Sacrament with the body and the… the things. I prayed and prayed, and the Night Mother finally answered me!”

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m not who you think I am, young man.”

“Of course you are! I prayed, and you came, and now you’ll accept my contract.”

Aventus told her about his mother’s illness and death, and how he was sent to the orphanage in Riften, and how cruel Grelod had been. Miranja agreed that someone who could be so inhumane to children who had already lost their parents and had no one to love and care for them deserved a terrible punishment, but she was not an assassin and wasn’t sure that she could kill someone who wasn’t actively threatening her life. But Aventus wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she agreed.

“Please hurry,” he begged. “It’s lonely here, and even though I hated Grelod, I really miss my friends there.”

Before she left, she had Erik open some windows and helped Aventus fill a burlap produce bag with the grisly items from his ritual. She found Aventus’s mother’s cleaning supplies and cleaned up the blood stains from the floor. Reminding the boy to close the windows again in half an hour or so, she took the bag with her and put it in a large trash receptacle down at the docks, where it and all the other trash would be taken by ship to be dumped far out in the Sea of Ghosts. Erik took the whole bucket, keeping it upright even when he added it to the trash bin, knowing the cold weather would freeze it solid. They were both relieved to have that experience behind them.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #miranja #fanfic #ao3 #tanithia writes #wip wednesday #erik the slayer #aventus aretino #quintus navale

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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It’s 1989, Nora Maisel is five years old, and she breaks her arm after being shoved unceremoniously off of the monkey bars at recess.

“Who did it?” Joel snaps as he arrives at the hospital that afternoon, shedding his winter coat. “I’ll kill ‘em.”

“You’ll…kill a five-year-old girl?” Julia Maisel asks her father-in-law, utterly perplexed.

“You know what I mean,” Joel says, flapping his arms.

“No one knows what you mean,” Esther tells him as she steps up behind him. “You are, as usual, incomprehensible.” She kisses her father’s cheek before hugging her sister-in-law. “How’s Nora?”

“Shook up, but she’ll be okay,” Julia assures them. “She’s very excited about having people sign her hard cast.”

“Just don’t let Lenny draw dicks on it,” Joel quips.

Esther rolls her eyes. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all of that ugly bitterness.”

“Behave, or I’ll find straight jackets for both of you,” Ethan warns as he steps out into the waiting room. “I know they have ‘em here somewhere.”

“How is she?” Esther asks.

“She’s a trooper,” Ethan waves a hand. “She picked out the brightest pink cast they had, and she’s thrilled.”

Julia chuckles. “I’m gonna go back and sit with her.”

“Ma is back with her, so she’s not by herself,” Ethan reminds her.

“Midge is already here?” Joel asks, confused.

“She was my first call,” Ethan tells him.

“Why?”

Ethan flounders a little. “Cuz…cuz she’s Ma.”

“Dad here?” Esther asks.

“He took Noah to get something to eat in the cafeteria,” Julia smiles. “They’re on the hunt for tater tots.”

“Not exactly healthy,” Joel grumbles.

“The last time you had the twins, you fed them twizzlers for dinner,” Ethan reminds him.

“I’m here!” Kitty chirps as she dashes over with Ella in her arms. “Is Nora okay? What happened? I just got a message that said she was here.”

“Some little jerk pushed her off the monkey bars at school,” Esther explains. “She broke her arm.”

“But I’d like to reiterate that she’s okay,” Julia jumps. “Really. She’s a tough little cookie.”

“Of course she is, she’s a Maisel,” Joel points out.

“The point is, she’s gonna be fine,” Julia says calmly.

“Oh, good, I’m so glad,” Lily says from behind them, making everyone jump.

“Hey, Lilbit,” Ethan says. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course,” Lily grins. “I brought snacks.” She lifts up a shopping bag of pretzels and various other snack foods, which Julia takes and starts rummaging through, obviously hungry. “Lan called from LA. He says he’s sending Nora get-well-soon chocolate.”

“Lan called you?” Joel asks, perplexed.

“And Chaim called me,” Kitty says as she sets Ella down on a chair with a stuffed animal. “He’s completely stuck at the paper until tonight, but he’s sending some form of adorable plush toy to your place.”

“Aw, that’s sweet of him,” Julia grins as she munches on some chips.

“And Mei left a message on my pager,” Ethan says. “She sends lots of love, and she’s also gonna send soup, apparently.”

“God I love that woman,” Julia sighs.

Joel wrinkles his nose at the mention of his estranged second wife.

“Hey, the gang’s all here,” Lenny says as he carries Noah up to the group.

“Hi!” Noah chirps, waving a hand.

“Hey, buddy!” Ethan grins, lifting his son. “You find those tater tots?”

Noah nods enthusiastically. “Pop-Pop helped me put hot sauce on them!” With that, he blows a breath right at Ethan’s face and giggles as his father recoils a little.

Lenny looks a little guilty. “Sorry, kid. Your son inherited your mother’s love of spicy food.”

“It could be worse,” Ethan shrugs as he tries to get some non-toxic air. “He could have inherited her self-destructive nature, or her penchant for dirty jokes.”

“Eh, he still might,” Lenny shrugs as he kisses Kitty, Esther and Ella. “Hi, girls.”

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey, Dad.”

“Pop-Pop!”

“Lenny,” Joel grouses.

Lenny nods. “Joel.”

“One brave kid comin’ through!” Midge calls as she carries Nora over to the group, her arm in a hefty, electric pink cast.

“Hey, there’s my baby,” Julia beams, taking Nora from her mother-in-law. “How do you feel, Nora?”

“I’m tired, and I’m hungry,” she says, settling her head against her mother’s shoulder.

“We’re all a little hungry,” Julia commiserates. “Who’s up for Chinese food?”

Ella perks up then, looking up from her toy. “Dumplings?” she squeaks.

“You bet your cute little tush, dumplings,” Lenny chuckles, lifting her up and kissing her cheek noisily.

Kitty laughs softly. “We’re in.”

“Same,” Esther grins. “I finished up all my meetings for the day this morning.”

“Miss big-shot lawyer,” Midge beams, tugging her into a hug.

Lily looks at her watch and then seems to do some math in her head. “I can study more later.”

“You work too hard,” Ethan complains. “And you don’t come for dinner enough.”

“That’s what I keep telling her,” Lenny agrees.

“Excuse you, I’m studying for something very important,” Lily defends herself with a laugh. “I’d like to be Doctor Bruce before the next century starts.”

“I wanna be doctor, too!” Noah chimes in.

“Two doctors in the family, I’ll just kvel so hard I’ll die,” Midge jokes.

“I’m gonna call the paper and let Chaim know where we’re going to dinner,” Ethan says, handing Noah over to Esther. “Maybe he can sneak off early and meet us.”

“Fat chance, Mr. bigshot New York Times editor that he is,” Lenny jokes.

“Good Chinese or the place with the sewer water eggrolls?” Midge offers.

“I am not feeding Ella sewer water,” Kitty tells her.

Midge nods. “Good place it is.”

“Ella, will you sign my cast?” Nora asks, doing her best to lift her broken arm.

“Sure I will!” Ella chirps. “I’ll draw a big pretty heart.”

“Yay!”

“Is it weird to anyone else how much they like each other?” Joel asks.

“No, they’re cousins, why wouldn’t they like each other?” Julia asks.

“I dunno. Just…they’re very different,” Joel shrugs.

“I have seventeen cousins,” Julia reminds him. “And when you put us in a room together, you can’t drag away from each other.”

“Anyways,” Joel mutters. “I gotta get to the club, so I’ll miss dinner.”

“We’ll eat a few dumplings for you,” Esther promises.

“Bye, Zeyde!” Nora says.

“Bye, Nora, feel better, Sweetie.”

Everyone else says their goodbyes and watches Joel go, and once he’s out of earshot, Esther turns to the rest of the group.

“Anyone else a little weirded out that he was here?” she asks quietly.

“Big time,” Ethan agrees as he steps back over. “Chaim is meeting us at the restaurant.”

“Why was it weird?” Midge frowns. “Joel cares.”

“He hasn’t shown up to any family event or holiday in the last year,” Julia points out. “Ever since Mei went out to LA to be closer to Lan, he’s totally dropped off.”

“Well, maybe he’s trying,” Midge offers.

“Don’t defend him, Ma, he’s not worth it,” Ethan reminds her. “Who’s hungry?”

Julia’s hand shoots up first, followed by the kids and Lenny.

“Then let's get a move on. They’re already gonna be pissed that we’ve got ten people and no reservation.”

And they do.

#fic #au #tmmm #midge x lenny #and the fam #future fic

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