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Fem!reader/Megumi Fushiguro Warnings: AGED UP MEGUMIIIII, fluff, opposites attract (golden retriever reader x black cat Megumi), emo Megumi, girly reader, a very extroverted and dramatic reader be warned, awkward confession, sexual tension, public sex, exhibitionism, grinding, over the clothes grinding, dry humping, thigh riding Megumi, male whimpering, sub Megumi Word count: 3218 DESC: You confess to Megumi

I rushed this shhhhhhh

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You were never going to be compatible, at least that’s what everyone told you. You were loud and annoying, laughing and exclaiming your opinion every chance you got. Bubblegum pink shirts and jean miniskirts. Next to you in your college math class was the quiet and stoic Megumi Fushiguro. Wore all black, MCR shirts, and nail polish… he was emo and you were far from it. You never thought you’d ever speak to him, let alone ask him on a date that he’d accept.

You weren’t compatible. He was cold and unwavering, staring at you through every loud joke you spoke. He never laughed. He never smiled. All he did was look around like he was bored out of his mind. Then you’d say something he found utterly annoying and his signature scowl appeared, shining your way to make you feel bad. So you weren’t sure why you started to develop feelings for him. It started slowly; Your heart would flutter when you got paired up for projects, and then you found yourself scooting your chair a bit closer to him, wearing nicer perfume, and even dressing in tighter clothing. You never thought Megumi looked in your direction like that. He’d give you a once over when you asked him how your outfit was, then he’d say it was fine. Why couldn’t he look at you like that? All you wanted was Megumi to look at you and go “Oh wow”, was that too much to ask??

You found yourself pouting beside him on your shared desk, waiting for class to end. Your lips were painted with a gloss that was a light shade of pink that contrasted your skin tone, pink blush atop your cheeks, and your hair pulled back into a style that took you an hour. But no!!! He didn’t even glance in your direction. Was it never going to happen? Was it not destined to be?

Then you heard him clear his throat. It was a small noise so you didn’t turn around. But then he said your name. You turned your head too eagerly and watched his eyes narrow at your curious expression, “Why are you doing that?”

Your expression morphed into a frown at that, “Doing what?”

“That,” he motioned to the now scowl on your face, “You’ve been pouting all period. What’s with that.” He blinked a few times and frowned as well, giving you a quick once-over. His eyes only trailed to your shirt, not looking at the skirt that you had also chosen for this class period, “And you’re dressed up.”

You groaned and turned away dramatically, raising a hand, “Well excuse me if I want to look nice, Megumi! I’m just upset someone hasn’t acknowledged me is all,” your voice garnered a pointed edge, raising in volume. Of course, it did; You weren’t exactly known for being the most quiet student. A few of your peers turned their heads to watch as you over-escalated the situation, as you always did.

“You wanted me to acknowledge you,” he asked blankly, so much it didn’t sound like a question but an accusation.

“Maybe I want you to look!” You said too loudly, causing the teacher to give you both a warning glance. A few students snickered behind you and a pang of embarrassment filled your cheeks in a warm blush. Now. You were confessing now. You didn’t want to confess now! But the cards were turning that way and you couldn’t stop yourself from the words that tumbled out, “Maybe I like you, Megumi,” you continued, hushing yourself to a lower tone. But it still, as always, was loud. You could feel the eyes of every student burning holes into your skin, as they laughed and judged at the hole you dug yourself in.

Megumi blinked a few times, staring at you blankly. There was no emotion on his face aside from his typical look. Great. He was going to reject you, you knew it. He had every right too! You both weren’t compatible. It was a fact. He was too quiet for you and you were too loud for him. It would never work. And you clearly overstepped. Maybe public confessions weren’t his thing! God, if only you could hide away forever, it would do you some good.

“You…” he trailed off, “Like me? Tch…” he tilted his head to the side, a look of irritation crossing his face. He was irritated that you had a crush on him? God you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. This wasn’t at all how you planned this day to go. You didn’t want anyone else to see or know your shame. You needed to go home and eat a tub of ice cream at this rate!

“Just get it over with,” you grumbled and raised your hand, attempting to exit this classroom, “May I go to the bathroom?” The teacher nodded and you got up, grabbing your stuff as you did so. You weren’t coming back. Not after this embarrassing moment. You were never coming back to class. You could transfer, right? Transfer schools and then skip town! Megumi watched you get up, taking in your outfit fully. Your blouse was tight and baby pink, unbuttoned a bit to show some cleavage. It was so tight if you stretched the wrong way you could see between the buttons. Then your skirt was purple, with several layers of frills. Each frill was a different shade. You had borrowed it from your mother and never returned it.

He glared in your direction, a bigger frown pulling at his lips, “So you confess then leave?”

“You’re rejecting me, of course I’m leaving!” You turned around, motioning with your free hand to him, “I’m embarrassed, Megumi. This is totally humiliating.”

“I… wasn’t rejecting you,” he looked to the side, promptly avoiding eye contact. He … wasn’t? That wasn’t possible. He didn’t say yes! He looked completely annoyed when you told him! Was that not the case? Was he just bad at expressing his own emotions? Was he secretly feeling the same way? Or was this a whole “I wasn’t rejecting you yet” situation?

“You- you weren’t?” You blinked a few times then groaned, turning around and exiting the classroom dramatically. Your coat dragged behind you, looped around your right arm. You didn’t want to have this conversation in front of the entire class, although you practically already did. It was too embarrassing! The least you could do for yourself was to walk away and hope he wouldn’t follow.

But secretly you hoped he would. You hoped he’d follow and you could continue this conversation like mature adults, even if it meant humiliating yourself even more in front of the guy you liked.

You closed the door and began to walk down the hallway. It was quiet, aside from your footsteps echoing. It was quiet, making your eyes wander around the hall. Tile floors with long columns rising and touching the ceiling. Cream-colored walls and rows and rows of awards. You were never the sporty type, so you didn’t have any awards on the wall. But you knew Megumi’s friend, Yuji, had like seven in several random sports. You then heard a door open and close behind you. It was a ways away and there were several other classrooms around you, so you didn’t think much of it. You didn’t bother to turn around.

But you heard footsteps follow you, as they got closer they became louder. Then you felt someone grab you from behind. Large arms grabbed your torso like anchors and braced you against a lankier body. A face rested against your shoulder blade, with hair brushing against your exposed skin. Your cheeks heated up at the sensation and you knew exactly who it was. Was this his way of saying he liked you back? Was this his way of confessing? In some strange way, it was kind of endearing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and a hand brushed against the two clasped around your stomach, tapping a few times, “Megumi… let go,” you mumbled, trying your best to keep your composure.

“No,” he retorted, inhaling gently. His voice was quieter than yours, barely above a whisper, and raspy. His warmth radiated from his breath and his cheeks, which were against your skin.

“I want to talk face to face,” a frown pulled at your bottom lip, which jutted out in a glossy pout.

“Too bad,” he exhaled, “Let me do this. It’s better than a sappy confession, you know.”

“Are you saying my confession was sappy?” You found yourself snapping back before a smile appeared against your frown, “…Does this mean you’re confessing?”

Megumi’s body went rigid and you felt him slowly let go. He took a bit to stand up, relishing in your scent and touch before he cleared his throat, “There's a possibility,” he spoke, watching you turn around with the same irritated expression, “That our feelings are mutual.”

You gasped and clasped your hands together, “I knew it!”

“No you didn’t,” he shook his head.

“Yeah no I didn’t,” you shrugged, “So you like me Megumi?” You grinned, letting go of your hands to twirl a loose strand of hair around your fingers. He watched with a different kind of gaze, something almost soft, as you continued, “What is it about me? Is it my eyes? My hair? My outfits?”

Dark blue eyes looked from your hand to your face, “I like your character, not your body or face.”

Ouch. So is he saying he doesn’t find you attractive at all? Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh, “Oh so the outfits did nothing…” You looked down in a newfound embarrassment at your outfit. Then at your body.

None of it? He didn’t like any of it? You could understand if he wasn’t a fashionable guy, but that wasn’t the case. Megumi was emo in every sense of the word. His hair was black and spiky, his eyes covered in a bit of smudged eyeliner, and his outfits were always on point. Maybe a mix between scene and emo… He wore studded belts with black shirts and bits of color popping out. So did he just not like your outfits at all? Were you not as fashionable as you thought?

“Well… I do like the outfits. The whole pink thing is … cute. But it’s not exactly why I like you. You have…” a fat ass? “…unshakable character.” Close enough.

“Unshakable character? So you actually like my personality? Even though we’re, like, the total opposite?” You blinked a few times then nodded, “I agree. Your personality is hot.”

Megumi didn’t expect to hear his personality or really any facet about him being hot. Since his cheeks turned a pale shade of pink. He stared at you with wider eyes than yours previously, then turned on his heel, pulling up the collar of his jacket to hide his embarrassment, “Not what I meant,” he grumbled, looking away to the side. Whenever he was flustered, you soon noticed, he just turned to look annoyed or aggravated. Rather than really embarrassed or flustered. It was cute, now that you realized what it was. So then previously, whenever you’d do or say things and he got irritated, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t that at all!!! You felt yourself becoming a bit elated at hearing that. He liked you. He really liked you! Either that or you were incredibly annoying.

“So what now?” You asked after a few moments of silence, letting go of your strand of hair to put your hands behind your back.

Megumi looked back at you and dropped his jacket collar, his eyes turning back to their regular neutral state, “What… what now?”

“Like… are we dating?” You tilted your head to the side, “I think we should. I’ve been waiting so long, and you’ve probably been waiting, I dunno, a while. It makes sense,” you explained, beginning to tilt your body side to side. The air was different now. You wanted to break the distance and kiss him, or anything that would destroy this new tension you felt in your chest. You didn’t want to hold back and keep a gap in between you two, but you did for the sake of being in public. You weren’t sure if Megumi felt the same tension, although you saw his hand flex and twitch beside him.

He nodded, “I’m fine with that.” You couldn’t help yourself, as a squeal escaped your open mouth and your arms wrapped around his waist. You pulled him into a quick and tight hug. But not tight enough to satiate the tension building in your body. Megumi looked down at you with wide eyes, but wide eyes filled with something different. You never expected him to feel sexual attraction, if you were honest. He never seemed like he expressed that kind of interest. So it surprised you when you hugged him and you felt a tent press against your lower abdomen.

Megumi Fushiguro never considered himself a pervert until he met you. Never in his life had he ever considered touching himself in public until you started wearing those tight skirts, tight jeans, and tight tops. He could see the fat of your breasts protruding out from your bra, poking through your shirt. Then the fat of your thighs, coming out from your tight jean skirts. How you’d try to pull them down but it would be no use because he could still see the plumpness of your ass.

It was a miracle you didn’t get him hard when he hugged you from behind. But you hadn’t noticed the raging hard-on after the tension began to build. You sensed it, he could see from how you looked around anxiously. Then you hugged him. You had to hug him. He tensed when his erect penis brushed against your lower body, perfectly molding against you. What he wouldn’t give to grab your ass and grind it against him. He didn’t need to be inside of you, if he could just feel you it would be enough.

“Um…” He tried to begin but his voice came out as a raspy whisper, “I’m sorry.” Were the only words he could muster out after all that silence. You pulled back for a moment and stared up at him with wide eyes. You looked so good looking up at him, he just wanted to ruin your perfect face with his cum.

“Megumi…” You spoke delicately, which completely contrasted with your typical volume. One of your hands trailed from his waist to feel around his jeans, “You’re hard huh?” A teasing edge found your voice as you pressed two fingers against the bulge in between his legs. He looked up to the ceiling for a moment, inhaling sharply and making sure he wasn’t too loud. Being noisy after only one touch? Pathetic.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, looking back down at you. But you weren’t looking at him. You were staring at the boner. He wished so badly he could look into your head to figure out what you were thinking. Soon you began to walk and walk, pushing him into a corner of the hallway. Megumi was frozen, a warm blush completely covering his face. Was this really happening? In public? God the thought of almost being caught was turning him on more than he wanted to admit.

“W…wait,” he whimpered, putting two hands on your hips as you spread open his legs, “What are you doing?” Megumi bit his lip, your plush leg coming in between his own. Then you started some magical dance, grinding against him in a way that perfectly rubbed his cock in his jeans. He let out a breathy gasp and leaned his head against the corner of the walls.

“Shh,” you murmured, leaning forward to rest your head against his collarbone. Two hands snaked around his neck and pulled him close. Your thigh was the only thing giving him any amount of friction and god he loved it. Megumi found himself grinding back into your legs, even if you couldn’t feel it he didn’t care. He needed to cum and he needed it to be with you.

The pleasure was building between his legs and it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet. He bit down on his lip again and whined faintly into your ear, panting like a dog from just this simple interaction. It was a weird warmth; Like he had been humping a heating pad. But he loved it. He loved it so much. He ground his hips against your chubby thigh and pulled you in tighter, just to feel your warmth.

“H-hah… f-f..fuck,” Megumi groaned, pressing his head into the crook of your shoulder and neck. He inhaled sharply before he felt himself completely unravel. The warmth got too intense and he felt himself spill into his pants. Hot cum covered his underwear as he kept grinding, whimpering, and moaning into your skin just to get his high. He rode his high on your thigh like a pathetic little bitch, begging mindlessly as he did so.

It was so hot. You two just did something sexual in public. You know how risky that is?? And you didn’t get caught! He could feel himself becoming hard again just from the thought. He needed you to cum just as much as he did. One of his hands trailed from your waist, down your skirt, and into your panties. You were already wet, of course. You tensed a bit and bit your lip, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady yourself. He couldn’t tell what you were feeling but he could see the pleasure on your face as you let him rub circles around your clit. Megumi wasn’t very experienced in this field but he did what he could, kissing along your neck just to give you more sensations. He licked one area of your skin, before gently biting down.

You gasped and pressed yourself up against him again, “M..Megumi…” You whined, resting your head back to feel the pleasure. He was working your senses, rubbing circles against your cunt in a way that made you throbbingly wet. He could feel how you lightly squelched against his palm.

“You’re so wet…” He smiled breathlessly, laughing quietly as he went back to biting the area in your neck. He wanted you to be as sensitive as he was. And he really wanted you to cum. Megumi began to speed up his fingers, massaging you with a bit of force now. It worked. You must have been aching to cum since within a few minutes you unraveled against him. You let out a tight gasp and arched your back, grinding yourself against his fingers as you came. He could feel the wetness drip onto his palm and it got him going again.

But as he went to pull his fingers out of your underwear to taste, and savor, your flavor, you both heard someone clear their throat. Megumi’s head shot up as his penis head shot down. He was staring face to face with his best friend Yuji, who was staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

“...Can I join?”

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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As ugly as he seems. Left in Lincoln pt. 6

8.4k words, dark dbf!Joel x virgin f!reader story master list / spotify playlist / joel master

You would've given anything for Joel to wake up and ravage you. “s’what I mean, baby,” he murmured sleepily into your hair. "Can't trust myself." He groaned softly as his palm brought you tighter against him.

WARNINGS: I8+, grinding, light somnophilia, thigh fucking, fingering, oral f receiving, P in V just the tip, reader menstruates, angst, pet names and praise, toxic dark joel, pining, obsession, horror vibes. he's sweet with reader, but he is. . . unhinged. NO Y/N.

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You were back home in your room, lying in bed looking at the stain on the ceiling when it all became hazy. You kept staring until your eyes watered and you could no longer see the spot at all. The air was thick with smoke and dread. There was shouting outside. You went to your bedroom window and opened it. The night was dark, but a flickering glow illuminated the scene in your backyard. The door to the spider shed was moving, flapping violently. When it opened, Joel Miller emerged in a white tank top and jeans and an ax slung over his shoulder. He stared at you but didn’t say a word or even nod.

He charged slowly but deliberately toward the house until he was out of sight and a loud crack downstairs told you he was swinging the ax. At the other end of the house, the shouting outside intensified. As Joel continued axing down the door, you followed the shouting down the hall and looked out a window facing the front yard. Bill and Frank were in the middle of the street fighting off infected who were crawling toward the house. Bill was shooting at them. Frank was futilely trying to put the fire out with a hose.

Frank saw you in the window and shouted, “STAY UPSTAIRS!”

The cracking at the door turned into splintering, then boots thudding up the stairs. You ran into the hall just as Joel crested the top landing. His biceps were smudged with ash but glistening and his hair was wild. He lunged toward you and crouched down, wrapping his arms around you in a hug before hoisting you over his shoulder to carry you. He carried you downstairs and to the kitchen where he unlocked the shredded back door. Once you got outside, Joel didn’t stop. He kept walking away from the house. Not toward his house, not toward anywhere. Over his shoulder, you could see the house shrink into the distance. The shouting continued but faded as Joel carried you away. Then, with a loud boom, the house was completely engulfed in flames.

You tried to scream, tried to beg Joel to save your fathers, but you couldn’t make a noise.

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You woke up at Joel’s house gasping for air and heard yourself making an awful noise, more like a murder of crows than anything human. You sat up and took deep breaths. Frank’s note repeated in your head: We love you so much. Protect yourself.

Within seconds, footsteps were ascending the stairs. The bedroom door opened, and Joel rushed over with a look of panic on his face. He was in boxers and a tight, white t-shirt.

He sat down and hugged your head to his chest. “Shhhhhhh, I’ve got you….. You’re okay. . . . you’re okay.” You felt safer in his big arms, but the dread wouldn’t leave you and you couldn’t slow your heart rate. When you didn’t stop sniffling, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare”

“‘About what, darlin’?”

“Our house was on fire and it felt like everyone was gonna die.”

He rubbed your back. “We’re okay, the house is okay.”

“I mean my family’s house.”

“Oh,” he muttered and his hand paused for a moment. He kissed your head, then his hand resumed its slow circles on the bare skin above your nightgown. “Oh, darlin’. That sounds like a real bad dream.”

“It felt so real.”

“I know, honey.” He held you tight and planted a kiss on the crown of your head.

You were so grateful to him for everything, but suddenly felt guilty about being at his house instead of yours. You told him, “I should be there taking care of things. I’m doing a bad job.”

But at the same time, going back there was the last thing you wanted. It was so scary, so lonely at your house before Joel came and saved you. It was terrifying to think about. You had to go back, the dream ripped open something deep in the back of your mind, something you couldn’t even discern, but which compelled you. You hoped Joel wouldn’t let you stay there alone. Of course he wouldn’t, you told yourself.

“You’re safer here, darlin’.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But I’m worried.”

He sighed. “Okay, peaches,” His large hand squeezed your arm and he kissed your head again. “We’ll go over there in the mornin’. How’s that?”

Relief washed over you at the sound of Joel’s offer. Finally the tension in between your shoulder blades began to release. “Thanks.” It was still the dead of night.

Joel asked, “Got room for an old man?” He seemed hesitant to leave you alone. Knowing he wouldn’t leave you finally helped your heart rate to begin to slow.

You nodded and Joel slipped into your bed. He put his big arm under your neck and hugged you from behind. He nestled you into him as a little spoon and held you tight as you fell asleep. Nowhere felt safer than Joel’s arms.

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When you woke up, it was still dark. You had drifted slightly forward in the bed, and Joel’s embrace had loosened. Needing to be closer to him, you scooted back into his chest. He cupped your breast with a sigh, then curved his body against yours again. His breathing suggested he was still asleep. As he nestled his knees behind yours, the solid shape of his cock sent a shock of desire through you. Its shape and warmth were unmistakable, even though it was all new to you. Your body certainly recognized it and began to prepare itself for what it wanted.

You pushed your ass back against him and his body rewarded you with a twitch of his cock. He let out soft noise somewhere between a grunt and a whimper. You pushed back again, and his hips gently pushed forward. You slowly moved your hand to grab the bottom hem of your nightgown and tug it down so your bare nipple would be against his hand. As soon as the satin was out of the way, your nipple hardened against his palm and you caught a whimper in your chest before it had a voice. Joel’s palm pressed against your breast, and he sighed as his manhood swelled harder against your ass.

You would’ve given anything for Joel to wake up and ravage you, but you knew he wouldn’t. For a minute, you tried to ignore it all. You focused on his breathing. Even his breathing was masculine and protective. You had almost fallen back asleep when he began to massage your breast, and his hips began to push his wood against you at a slow, regular rhythm through the thin barrier of his boxers. Joel’s mouth was pressed into your hair and his body was actively cradling yours, no longer asleep. You were throbbing and a warm pool was forming between your legs.

You loosely tangled your fingers with Joel’s. His lower body broke away, and for a moment you regretted your gesture, as if it had snapped him out of a sleepful indulgence. But then his hips returned, and you gasped at the contact of his smooth, bare cock. It rested warm and hard against you with the head nudging the top of your crack.

“‘S’what I mean, baby,” he murmured sleepily into your hair. “Can’t trust myself.” He groaned softly as his palm flattened your breast and the same arm pulled you tighter against him. You began to reach behind you, but he intercepted your hand and held it against your chest instead. His massive palm cradled your own hand gently around your breast then left it there while he pulled down your panties. After taking them off, he wrapped his arm over you again.

With one arm under your pillow, he backed up enough to get clearance for his ample morning wood. He wedged his foot between your ankles to lift your leg ever so slightly, then nestled his cock between your thighs, right up against your throbbing seam.

Joel groaned at your wetness as his erection slid forward between your thighs, and you gasped when the thick head of his cock came to rest at your clit.

“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed. “I feel how bad you want it.” His arm flexed under your pillow. “Poor thing, all wet and swollen”

When you didn’t respond, he added “s’a good thing, baby. This all for me?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“God damn,” he sighed and dragged his cock back. The crown stopped short of your entrance before reversing toward your clit again, and you whimpered. Your belly was warm and tingly.

Joel’s hand lightly grazed your abdomen on its way to your mound, then rested there. His cock slid back, and two fingers took its place where your wetness pooled. He swirled his finger gently and slowly. “‘s’perfect,” he whispered to himself.

He dipped his fingers halfway in and you gasped at the welcome stretch. He brought the wetness to your clit and began to draw circles. With his fingers out of the way, his cock slid forward again, bypassing your tight, wet hole, which spasmed at the proximity. “Oh, baby,” he breathed into your hair. “It’s too much to bear,” he groaned at a low, shaky pitch. Surely not compared to what he was doing to you.

Just the thought of him inside you–the thought of him occupying your body–was enough to tug at your tear ducts. Tears of need. He slid his cock back, then forward again, and when the tip reached your clit, it also met his fingers. You were getting pressure from both directions, and the tension in your belly threatened to burst. God, you wanted him, needed him.

He thrust his hips up against your ass with a sigh, moving his cock a little further, deeper between your thighs, as his hips flattened the plush of your asscheeks. Ohh, he knew how to make you feel good. Further, then back. Deeper, then back. He rocked in small movements, and the wet friction with your clit drove you crazy.

“Joel, please.” You pushed your ass back into him and your bodies moved in rhythm.

“Mm hmm, love feelin’ ya, baby.” Joel drove his cock a little faster, and his breathing became more labored.

“Me too,” you whimpered. He rubbed your clit as he fucked your thighs.

“I want it bad, baby. You feel that?”

“yea-I, it’s so, it’s so big.”

“When I’m real big and hard, that’s for you, baby.” His thrusts intensified. His breath was heavy and warm against your ear. “That’s all for you,” he whispered.

“Yes,” you whined.

He moved his hand back to your breast and you looked down. You watched the head of his cock appear and disappear between them and felt a new rush of arousal. The head was swollen and darker than you’d remembered.

Your spine arched and you whimpered, “Joel.”

He thrust hard with a grunt, laid his palm on your mound, and covered the head of his cock with his fingers as you began to pulse against him. He groaned with the throb of your climax and finally lost some composure. “God damn, I wanna fill you up.”

Your body jerked against him. “I, I– Joel-”

“Just, oh God, stuff you full of me.” His breath was ragged.

“I–” What you wanted to say was, I need it, I need you to. He kept thrusting between your slippery thighs, and kept you pulsing. Your waves of pleasure echoed, smaller and farther apart.

You pulled yourself together to ask, “Can, can I feel you come?”

“Wanna feel me come?” he panted as he fucked the warm, wet little pocket so close to where you wanted him.

“Yeah,” you whispered as he continued to accelerate.

“Yeah,” he repeated and kept thrusting.

“Please,” you asked.

“Go ‘head.”

He moved his hand back to your breast, groping you slowly but hungrily as he made room for your hand. His arm held you still as he railed between your thighs. “Oh, god damn,” he breathed into your hair as you cupped your hand around the tip of his cock. . “Oh, god-” Then he shuddered -- When his cock pulsed between your legs, it was so big, so powerful, like it was trying to push your thighs apart. A new wave of pleasure surged through you. You gasped as his hot load filled your palm. His breath was ragged against your hair, his chest heaving against your back. The warm, white spend kept coming, and coming. You held your hand steady as best you could as your heat twitched against him and his balls emptied.

You were both still and quiet, with his arm draped over you. His cum was still in your hand, but you didn’t want him to move. Once his cock began to soften, he slid it out from between your legs. He whispered, “I love you, baby” and kissed you on the head before going to get you a washcloth. Then you went to take a shower and he made the bed.

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After breakfast, Joel walked with you down the street to your house. It felt like you were leaving a safe place. The broken asphalt was littered with debris from the storm, but it felt less spooky than when the two of you made the opposite walk, from your house to Joel’s. As your house came into view, you felt relieved that it looked intact, but guilty for leaving it unattended. Irrational as it was, you were also fearful, as if the house might be decaying from the inside out. The closer you got, the more you knew the terrible dream hadn’t faded from your mind. The mood of your nightmare followed you and made you envision the worst. You imagined the insides of the house gutted from a fire. Tall, black sheets, pieces of your life peeling off the walls. You imagined the insides grown over with weeds and mold. Then infected.

The dream made you see Frank’s note differently. Cautionary. It even made you see Joel differently. He saved you in the dream, but something felt wrong. He saved you, you kept reminding yourself. He saved you from the fire.

You knew these feelings would fade, but Joel could tell you were unsettled. He stopped you when you were coming up to your house. “You okay, darlin’?” Only then did you realize you had tears in your eyes.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered.

“C’mere, baby, I know it was scary.” He wrapped you in a hug. “Everything’s fine, you’ll see.”

Joel peeked his head inside the front door and gave the all-clear, then he checked the gardens while you went inside. You went to Bill and Frank’s room to make sure everything was okay and ready for them to come back. It was silly, but you checked under the bed, and behind the shower curtain, and even in the closet, looking for anything bad. Something lurking, growing, falling apart. You felt like there must be evidence of your neglect somewhere but you couldn’t find it.

While you were in their closet, a gray metal box caught your eye. You weren’t looking for it, but you were familiar with it. When you saw it, you had a strong impulse to take what was in it, lest a fire or horde of infected take it. It had been years since you opened the box, but it was just as it was. Your biological father’s wedding ring, a custom knife from your mother, and a loaded gun. You hesitated, then heard Frank’s words again: Protect yourself. You took a messenger bag of Frank’s off the closet shelf and nestled the objects in a zippered compartment.

—-

While Joel was still outside, you went upstairs and packed a few articles of clothing, an extra pair of shoes, and a book in the bag. You wondered if you should plan to stay in your own house again. Joel could stay there, too. It felt foregone that you and Joel would stay together, wherever you were, and thank God.

When you came downstairs from your room, you sat on the sofa. You recalled the first time Joel came over and comforted you right there. The rush you felt when he first embraced you and the aching throb when you felt him get hard. None of that had changed. You still felt it every time. The only thing that had changed was you. A void had opened up inside of you that only he could fill.

When Joel came back inside, he stopped at the threshold of the living room and looked at you sitting on the sofa. He put his hands behind his back, jutted his chest forward and stretched without taking his eyes off you.

He asked, “Ya miss it?” It was a casual enough question, the way he said it.

“Kinda,” you said. “But I feel at home when I’m with you.”

His face became serious and he stopped mid-stretch. He dropped his hands to his sides and his brows knitted as he approached. He sat down and put his arm around you. “You dunno how glad I am to hear that.”

You nodded, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them. A new, gentler shade of brown. He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you deeply.

“Need anything else before we go home?” Joel asked.

“Nah.” You picked up the messenger bag and saw Joel eyeing it.

You thought he might ask what was in it, but all he said was, “Neat bag,” and for some reason, you were relieved.

You trusted Joel completely but felt better when you were also “being smart,” as Bill would say. A person can only count on themself, you were taught. You got the sense Joel would like for you to leave everything to him, but he was only human. You had to protect yourself, too.

—---

On the way back to Joel’s house, there seemed to be something on his mind. “Look, peaches,” he started. “I’m sorry ‘bout this mornin’, in bed . . .” This ignited an unexpected flicker of anger in you. What did he need to be sorry about?

“Why?” you asked.

“Uh. . .”

“I wish you wouldn’t be sorry,” you added earnestly.

“Well, I’m sorry anyway.”

Incredulous, you asked, “What part do you regret?”

“No, baby, no, no, no.” He stopped walking and took your hands in his. “Nothin’ to regret. I just–I felt like I almost lost control.”

You scoffed. “I wish you would’ve.”

He squeezed your hands. “I want everything to be special for you. I’m not gonna catch you off guard like that.”

You asked, “You’re gonna tell me when, then?”

“We’ll decide together.” Right. Whatever.

It put you in a bad mood, so you started walking again, kicked a stick in the road, and changed the subject.

—-----

That night, over dinner, you asked, “How’s Tommy?” When Joel got back from the QZ, you had been so focused on Frank that you forgot to ask.

“Didn’t catch him,” Joel said.

“Oh, sorry.” After eating another bite, you asked, “Why doesn’t he ever come visit?”

Joel finished chewing and said, “I reckon Maria and the kids keep’m busy.”

“I don’t even remember what he looks like.”

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout? He looks like me, younger, less handsome.” Joel winked at you. Then he went to a kitchen drawer to get a leather wallet. He took out a worn, faded photograph of the two of them and handed it to you. They looked so young. They were both in work shirts and hard hats. Joel was strikingly handsome, but nothing compared to now. He looked happy, but you preferred his weathered scowl. Tommy looked shy compared to Joel. Tommy’s hair was longer and his arms were crossed, while Joel had an arm around Tommy’s shoulder.

You nodded, “a lot less handsome.” and Joel laughed. “But only because you’re that good looking,” you added. “I still don’t get why they don’t just move here,” you said. Joel had told you before: The farm life wasn’t for everybody. But from what Joel said about the QZ, that idea didn’t make much sense to you. If the QZ was so bad, why would anyone prefer it to Lincoln? And if the QZ wasn’t so bad, why were you never allowed to visit it?

Joel was quiet, and there was something about the quiet that unsettled you.

It came out of your mouth before you registered the thought. “Is he alive?”

“What? Tommy?” Joel’s face changed completely. “What kind of question is that? He looked at you like you were crazy. "‘Course he’s alive. Bill's stayin' with'm.”

You weren't even sure why you asked. “Sorry.”

Joel's face softened. "No, no, I'm sorry, darlin'." He put down his fork. “Truth is, I wish he would visit. But I don’t think he much likes seein’ me.”

“Why? You’re brothers.”

“I reckon it brings back bad memories.”

“Like what?”

Joel sat back in his chair and rubbed one side of his beard. “Things we did. . . Things I did." He shook his head and looked at the ceiling. Quieter, he added, “things I’ve done.”

You were quiet for a minute. You knew the answer, but you still asked, “Bad things? Like killing people?”

“Necessary things.” He nodded to himself.

“But you only killed bad people, right?”

Joel crossed his arms and his legs. “I don’t wanna scare ya, darlin’.”

“Please tell me, I wanna know all of you.”

He shook his head.

“Not just bad people,” you whispered in conclusion.

He swallowed, then looked at the table as he softly admitted, “Anyone who was in the way.” He didn’t look at you for a few seconds, then cautiously, his eyes began to rise to meet yours. “I would never, ever hurt you, darlin’. You’re the last person in the world I would–”

“I know,” you cut him off and took his hand.

His brows knitted as he searched your face.

"Darlin', the outbreak, it changed people. It's not somethin' ya can leave out there, either. If you knew what the world was like. . ." he trailed off.

You didn't talk for a few minutes, and in that time, something came over you. You didn’t know what the world was like. You heard that more times than you could count growing up. You were sick of not knowing. You might have been the only person left in the world who didn’t know. This was your chance, with Bill gone, if Joel could just take you out, even for a few hours one day.

Joel kept looking at your face as if he was trying to read your mind. Then you broke the silence: "Show me."

Joel looked over his shoulder toward the orchard. "Show – show you?" He swallowed.

"You said if I knew what the world was like. Show me. Take me out there. Just for a day."

He shook his head and looked down like there was no possible way, like it was such a definite no, it wasn’t even worth the energy of convincing you.

You insisted, "I know you can protect me." If anyone could protect you, Joel could.

"Peaches–"

"Take me out. Or you're gonna keep saying that for the rest of our lives, I just know it. That I don't know what it's like. Everyone says that."

"What did you just say?"

"Please, Joel, give me a chance, I know you can protect me."

"The rest of our lives," he repeated, marveling at your words, ignoring your point.

You swallowed and your cheeks burned.

He nodded, "That's right, baby."

—----

After dinner, Joel did some work outside and you stewed–about him holding out on you sexually, about him not wanting to ever take you out into the world. That night, all you did was kiss on the sofa and listen to his whispers about the rest of your lives. Once the kisses heated up and he hardened against your thigh, you said you didn’t feel well. If he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, you didn’t want him getting you all riled up. When you said you didn’t feel well, Joel didn’t ask any questions aside from what you needed and how he could help.

When you went to bed, you thought about what he said. Things I’ve done. You thought about the Red Sox caps. And you slipped back into your fairy tale where he had done the worst things just to have you. It shouldn’t have made you feel better, but it did. It made you feel better, not worse. You knew in your gut Joel wanted you, and once you finally put your bodies together, you knew there would be no taking them apart.

—----------------------

The next day, you really did feel crummy. You went to the bathroom and found out why. You got your period. You had everything you needed – Joel had stocked your room really well, which made you emotional, and you felt bad for being mad at him.

After dinner, Joel came in from working outside and found you curled up on the sofa. He came over with two glasses of water.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I don’t feel that good.”

“What doesn't feel good?”

“I have cramps. I just feel pretty bad. ”

He looked at you then sat down on the sofa. “What can I do?”

“You’re sweet,” you said. “Nothing you can do, though.”

“Well, mind if I join ya?”

You made room for him. Before he joined you on the sofa, he retrieved a plastic baggy from the kitchen and offered you a painkiller. You accepted half of one. Before it had a chance to kick in, you whined wordlessly as you tried to get comfortable.

“How ‘bout I run you a bath, darlin’?”

“Okay.”

“Bathtub’s nicer down here,” he said.

You went to get your bathrobe from upstairs and curled up on his bed while his bathtub was filling up. When the water stopped, you walked into the bathroom. It was nice, like Bill and Frank’s. The counter had two sinks. The bathtub was separate from the shower. It was a big garden tub nestled in its own nook in front of a window, with a ledge behind the end without the faucet.

Joel was sitting on the ledge with his sleeves rolled up, checking the water for you. “See how that feels.”

You dipped a toe in and nodded, then stood there for a moment until you realized he didn’t plan to leave.

“Ah,” he put his hands on his knees to stand up. “Lemme grab you a towel.”

—

You were still a little shy to get completely nude in front of him, but you wanted him to see how far you’d come in trusting him and being comfortable. By now, you were confident in Joel’s genuine appreciation for your body and every part of you.

You hung the robe on a hook on the wall, then stepped into the tub and sank into the water before he got back. You felt less exposed that way.

He put a stack of folded towels on the ledge behind the bath, then smoothed his hair with one hand. You looked at him and admired his big, veiny hands and forearms.

“How’s it feel?” he asked.

“Better already,” you told him.

“Good.” His eyes sparkled as he admired your body through the water then met your gaze again. “Want me to leave?”

You shook your head. “No, but – do you have to be so. . .” you looked him up and down and his brows knitted in concern. “Dressed?”

His face relaxed, then he raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself. “You want me undressed?”

You nodded and he began to unbutton his shirt. You didn’t watch the whole time, letting your eyes drift to the window. In a way, watching someone undress or dress felt more intrusive than seeing them naked. He stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, then neatly folded his shirt and jeans and set them on the bathroom counter.

He asked, “Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he softly pinched your cheek. You wanted those strong arms around you more than anything, but you worried about your period. He was so neat and clean all the time that it was hard to imagine him willingly exposing himself to anyone else’s fluids.

“You could get in,” you offered. “Except for the blood,” you added apologetically. There was only a small diluted plume.

He cracked a smile and looked at you with soft eyes. “Blood don’t bother me, peaches,” he said. “Not one bit.”

“Really?”

“Not yours,” he clarified.

“It’s not like regular blood, sometimes there-”

He interrupted softly, “I know what a period is, darlin’. I’m almost sixty years old,” he chuckled. “Went to non-FEDRA school, too.”

“Almost sixty?” It gave you a rush to hear and a rush to say.

“If ya round up. That weird? Thought ya knew that, baby.” You knew he was in his late fifties. You celebrated his birthday at one of your last dinners. But somehow, hearing the number “sixty” was wild.

“It’s not weird.” You shook your head earnestly and suppressed a smile. It was flattering that Joel, with all that life experience, loved you. It was sexy, too.

Joel sighed. “So, am I cordially invited?” He eyed the water with a subtle smile, then he reached into the bath and gently caressed your lower abdomen. “It’s natural, darlin’. It’s beautiful.” He gripped the side of the tub and leaned in for a kiss. Then he pulled back and looked in your eyes. “Every part of you is beautiful. I’m just sorry it hurts.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Come on in.”

—---------

He stood up and faced you, then took off his white t-shirt. It was the first time you’d seen him shirtless in the daylight. He was weathered and tan. Scarred and strong. Strong, but soft enough to be comfortable. He dropped his boxers without shame. You averted your gaze, but what you saw of him made you even more amazed at how big it could get. You were flattered to have that effect.

You scooted forward to make room for Joel to get in behind you.

“You want me there?”

You wanted him everywhere, but you nodded. He stepped into the tub behind you and braced himself on both sides as he moved his feet forward. He settled in around you with a small splash, his thighs gently squeezing yours. He slid his huge hands under your arms to loosely embrace your torso then leaned back against the porcelain with a sigh, bringing you with him. You could feel his soft package and hair against you. You tried to relax into him, and he kissed you on the head.

He rested one of his hands on your lower belly. “You know we got the other half’a that pill, too, if ya need it,” he muttered.

“Thank you, Joel,” you said. “For everything.”

He planted another kiss on your head. “It’s my privilege, darlin’.”

He held you in silence, softly stroking your sides. Soon enough, you really relaxed back into him. You focused on the rise and fall of his chest under your back. You felt so attached to him, so in love with him you could cry. Suddenly, the idea of not having him wrapped around you at any point in your life made it hard to enjoy when he was. You knew you were emotional.

—---

Joel’s breathing became so slow and regular that you thought he fell asleep. You glanced back to check, and he was wide awake.

“Thought you fell asleep,” you whispered.

“No, darlin’.” He kissed you on the cheek, then you caught him looking at the water and you followed his eyes, looking for anything embarrassing he could have noticed.

He used two fingers to nudge your face back to look at him. “I love you,” he said, then kissed you on the lips. He whispered, “I dunno if I can ever show ya how much, but I’ll try.”

“I love you, too,” you said and felt your eyes gathering tears.

Joel sat up a little, concerned. “What’s wrong, baby.”

“I just wanna be with you forever,” you whimpered.

“Well that’s what we’re gonna do, baby.”

“Yeah, but. . .”

His heart rate sped up against your back.

“What if we can’t?” you asked.

He sighed and hugged you reassuringly. “Told ya there’s nothin’ in this world that can stop us bein’ together.” Your arms and his were crossed in front of you. He held both your hands, and kissed you on the head again.

—---------------------------

You were quiet for a minute, but still thinking. You asked, “What about when Bill and Frank get back?”

He took in a chest full of air, lifting you on his stomach. He released your hands as he exhaled. “What about it, darlin’.”

“What if they — I mean, I guess I’ll go back — I’ll go back to our house, right?”

Joel was quiet then asked softly but flatly, “Is that what you want?”

“No,” you answered quickly.

“Then why would ya?” He sounded more confused than hurt.

“Cause they’re my family.” Your tears began to silently fall.

“Look, peaches. I know you love’em, but you’re grown, You make your own choices.”

“I know,” you agreed.

“You decide who to be with. Ellie loves Riley. They’re a family now, the two of them. I shouldn’ta stopped her, right?”

“Right,” you whispered.

“We’ll be our own family, darlin’. You and me.”

Tears stopped up your nose and you sniffled, unsure if it could be that simple. “That’s what I want,” you whispered.

“That’s what we’ll do,” he reassured you.

“I just worry about, I don’t know. Maybe it’s not the same as going off with someone my age.”

“Ah,” Joel said. “You think they’d have a problem with it bein’ me.”

“I dunno, what do you think?” you asked him.

“I sure hope not, but you know’em better, baby.”

You sighed and stared at the water.

Joel continued, “I hope they want you to be with who you love. But if they don’t, is that gonna stop ya?”

“I hope not.”

“You . . .hope not?” His heart pounded under you.

His voice became serious and less measured. “It’s up to you and me, darlin’. We’re the ones who decide. No one else.”

You nodded, sighed, and wiped your eyes. The tub squeaked under him as he shifted so you could look at each other. You met his eyes for a moment, and he brushed a tear off your cheek. He brought a hand to cup your cheek. You looked down and continued, “I just don’t see how–”

“Marry me, peaches.” He said it softly, but it seemed to echo off the porcelain. Your heart went to your throat as you kept hearing it in your head. You stammered, “What?” and he just nodded. You asked, “How?”

“Marriage is just a decision. It means we decide we’re our own family, just the two of us, and nothin’ can take us apart.”

You softly gasped. “Joel. . . .”

“Ain’t that just what we want?” You were still processing it when he asked again, “that’s what you want, right?”

Your heart raced. You wanted it, you just didn’t see how it could be that simple. “Yeah, it’s what I want, but-”

“Then what’s the ‘but’ if bein’ together is all that matters?”

You must have looked upset, because he became apologetic. “I’m sorry darlin’, I know it’s a lot, learnin’ how all this works.” He cupped your cheek again. “I’m givin’ you my heart right now.” Looking into his eyes in that moment, feeling his skin on yours, you’d never been more sure of anything.

You reassured him, “There’s no ‘but’. I’m giving you mine, too.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, they were watery.

“I’m gonna ask you again, and I’m serious.”

“Okay,”

“Will you marry me,” he said in a near-whisper.

You looked from his eyes to his mouth and back and the how didn’t matter anymore. You nodded. “Yes,” you whispered. “That’s what I want.”

He exhaled and choked on a tearful laugh of relief, then he nodded with you. “I know it is, baby.” He kissed you long and soft on the lips. “But it feels good to make it official.” He wrapped his arms around you tight and kissed you on the head, then laid back against the tub, bringing you with him so you were both laid back, facing the faucet again.

—--------

“So what now?” You asked. “How do you make it official?”

“Well, I reckon it is, baby,” he said above your head. Your heart jumped, and not in a bad way. It felt like you were in a good dream.

He stroked your sides. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You asked, “We don’t have to do anything else?”

Joel sighed, then mused, “I reckon we could dress up nice and do somethin’ to celebrate.”

“Like what?” You adjusted your position between his legs.

He lowered his voice. “Like whatever you want.” He brought his lips to your ear. “Whatever you really, really want.” Your clit twitched and you were unsure if the gush between your legs was blood or arousal. You didn’t look to check.

“Really?”

“If you’re ready.”

“Now?”

“How ‘bout tomorrow, if you’re feelin’ better?”

“Yeah. . .”

He kissed you on the cheek again, then you turned your head for your lips to meet his. He pulled back to look at you and your tears of fear–fear of being without him–had been replaced by tears of relief. Hearing his conviction and seeing it on his face, that was what you needed. It was just a conversation, but somehow, it changed everything. If no one could take you and Joel apart, and you felt like you had what you needed forever.

He moved back to be fully behind you again and let you relax so you weren’t craning your neck to kiss him. He sighed and his big hands roved your front, one of them coming to rest on your breast.

His voice echoed hoarsely in the bathtub nook. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

He pulled you closer into him and his cock twitched against your lower back. “We’re gonna have a beautiful life together.”

“Yeah,” you agreed.

Joel said, “As long as we’re together, that’s all we need, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. It felt too good to be true.

—------------------

Joel held both your breasts with you lying back against him in the tub. He palmed them over the waterline, then released the light pressure and used his palms to graze your nipples in light circles until they hardened. The desire that grew between your legs drowned out any echo of the cramps that led you into the bath.

His other hand carefully slid down between your legs. He fingered your floating curls, caressed your mound, then his whole hand cupped your bleeding seam. He used that hand to gently pull you into him and his manhood swelled against you. Then he brought his hand up to your lower abdomen and lightly stroked your skin. “How ya feelin’?” he murmured.

“So much better,” you said.

“I can kiss it even better if ya want.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Course I don’t. . . if ya don’t want.” His cock jumped and he sighed. “Let’s get ready for bed. How ‘bout that.”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Wanna rest in bed a li’l bit?” His voice told you he didn’t want to rest.

“Yeah,” you nodded. Even if he wouldn’t be inside you that night, you finally knew when it would be. It felt less cruel.

Joel pushed himself up onto the ledge behind you, the firm tip of his cock grazing up your lower back, then stepped out onto the bath mat. He tied a towel around himself, leaving a significant tent, then held out a hand. You held onto him for balance as you stepped out, and he wrapped a towel around you. You dried yourself off, then bundled up in the bath robe. Joel grabbed another towel from the linen closet on his way out of the restroom.

“Just the nightgown, baby. Nothin’ else.”

While you were upstairs changing, he dried himself off, combed his hair, got dressed for bed, and laid a towel out on the comforter.

—--------

Joel was sitting on the side of the bed in his boxers and t-shirt when you walked in wearing just the nightgown. He opened his arms for you, and you stood between his knees. He held your hands and just looked at you for a few seconds, taking in all of you. His eyes watered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he wrapped his hands around your ass and buried his face between your breasts. He looked up at you and his eyes were still sparkling when he said, “So, so beautiful.” He guided you to lie down on the towel.

He kneeled on the bed, nudged your knees apart, and got between your legs. He lifted your nightgown up and planted a kiss on your mound, then your clit, before hovering over your body and putting his arms down on either side of your abdomen. He lowered himself as close as possible while being careful not to put any pressure where he thought you might be hurting. At that point, you were only aching for him.

He gave you a deep, long kiss on the lips then kissed each of your breasts and let his hips lay into the bed between your legs. It all started gentle, but he was overtaken by lust. He dipped his head to suck your neck, and as he dragged his lips down your chest, his eyes closed and his brows knitted together.

He lowered your nightgown under your breasts. His jaw flexed as he sucked the bottom of your breast, and a brush of his nose hardened your nipple.

Your back arched and your whole body erupted in goosebumps. He moaned into your skin as he sucked one breast and palmed the other. His ass flexed as his hips rocked into the bed. You wished his hips were rocking into you instead. You wrapped your legs around him and your knees under his arms urged him up toward you. “Joel, please.”

“Don’t wanna hurt ya, darlin’.”

“You’re not gonna.” You tried to pull him up more urgently, dying for his loins against yours. He read your face and cracked half a smile. You must have looked so desperate.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered and let you pull him just where you wanted him. Oh god, the wave of arousal his hardness sent through your body.

“Can you take off your clothes,” you whispered.

He wordlessly slipped out of his t-shirt and boxers and the sight of his erection made you weak. He let you wrap your legs around him and pull him into you again. His hard cock met your mound. He sighed at the skin-to-skin contact and a look of pain spread over his face. He lowered himself more, pressing his arousal against you, nudging your clit. You whimpered as a bolt of need shot through your already weeping core.

“I’m ready,” you said. “I want you inside me.”

“Almost,” he replied. “Tomorrow, remember?”

You groaned in frustration. “Is it because of my period?”

“Course not, baby.” He kissed his way down your stomach and put your thighs over his shoulders. He planted a kiss on your clit, then licked into your seam. He moaned and prodded your entrance with his tongue, then swirled it around your clit, his hips rocking into the mattress again. He let one leg down and fingered you before devouring you with his mouth again. You could feel it building in your belly, but it wasn’t how you wanted to come. You wanted to feel him.

“Come back,” you whined. “Please. I wanna feel you against me, like the first time you made me come.” He slid his fingers out of you, and tore his mouth away, wiping both on his discarded boxers.

He held his cock as he looked at your body with heavy eyelids. He got in position between your legs, swiped the head of his cock through your slick, and laid his shaft onto your mound. He leaned forward, kissed you deeply and the stiffness of his arousal was hot against your skin. You throbbed as he began to grind against you. You ached to be filled by him. Only one more day, but it felt too long.

He swiped his cock between your legs to get it wet again, and he hesitated with the swollen head at your entrance. “Ohh, baby,” he sighed, lingering with his tip right there, where only a push of his hips would do it.

Your whole body went weak as it tried to suck him in.

You asked, “Can you try it, just a little bit?”

“Oh, darlin’,” he groaned. He shook his head no, then brought his tip back above your clit. His cock slid hard and wet against you.

“Please Joel,” you begged. “To make sure I'm ready.” You held his arms with both hands. "Tomorrow can’t be perfect if I’m not ready."

He laughed softly. “You want it that bad, don’t ya.”

He leaned over you and kissed your head, then your lips. Once again, he gathered your wetness with the tip of his cock, making your walls twitch. He pressed the tip firmly against your most sensitive place and exhaled raggedly as you throbbed against him. He used his tip to massage your swollen clit. Your chest swelled with a sigh and arch of your back. He closed his eyes and groaned, and the distress on his face told you he was hanging onto his last shred of restraint.

“Put it in, just a little,” you whispered.

“Just a little,” he finally agreed.

—----

He put your knees up a little bit, then aligned his body over yours and nudged your entrance with the head of his cock. It felt so right. You’d never wanted anything as bad as you wanted him. He pushed the curve of his tip in just far enough to stay notched there as he hovered over you with both arms on the bed. The crown still wasn’t breaching your walls, but when he looked down at you and pushed a little further, you felt a slight burn with the stretch.

“How’s it feel,” he asked.

“G, g, good,” you whimpered. “So good.”

He laughed silently at how much was left to go.

“Am I ready enough? Can you tell?”

“Let’s see, baby.” He slowly pushed his hips forward, giving you his entire massive tip and you groaned. It felt even better than you imagined.

“Just a little more,” you whined.

He pushed a smidgen further. The stretch felt like you were being spread open and made into something else, something combined with him. You felt your face contorting and your spine arched with the beautiful stretch. “Oh Joel,” you gasped. “I—it-”

“Breathe, baby.”

He brought his hips back ever so slightly, then moved it in and out of you in small, shallow pulses. It felt so right, your eyes welled up in tears.

“That’s all, baby,” he whispered. “That’s all for now,” but he kept doing it, pushing just slightly in and out of you. You watched his arms flex and his face twist as he kept giving you the tip.

“Ah,” He bit his lip as he gently fucked you with his tip. “Oh God, I wanna–ohh,” he cut himself off with a groan, then sighed, "wanna stuff my whole self inside ya baby."

“Please do it,” you begged. “please-”

“Oh, fuck—"

"Don't stop-”

“-i, i–i gotta” He groaned, then pulled out. He held his cock while he lifted his knees to straddle you and press your thighs together. Then he slid his cock between your thighs, right up against your folds. He thrust into your thighs just twice and came, slowly moving it back and forward, painting your folds with his warm seed. “Feel–feel too good, baby.”

The pulsation of his cock sent you for your own orgasm. You gasped and writhed and whimpered his name as you came against his cock. You were hugging his cock so tight, your pulsations beating into each other’s loins so hard.

He lowered his weight onto you as you both finished. Then he got on his side next to you.

"I want you to do that inside me " you told him.

He dipped his fingers between your legs, into his cum.

"Want me to fill ya up with that?"

"Yeah."

"Leave it inside ya?"

"Yeah."

He whistled silently, then murmured, "can't wait to, baby." His face was pink and his temples glistened.

He kissed you on the lips, then you laid in silence for a minute.

You sighed and said, "that felt really good, being full of you like that."

"Ohh, darlin'," he laughed. "''m afraid ya don't know what full means." He read your eyes, kissed you tenderly, then whispered, "Yet."

You bit your lip, then he kissed you again.

“I’ll run the shower for ya.” Joel went to the bathroom and the water turned on in the standing shower.

You followed him, and as he checked the water temperature you asked, “Am I gonna have your last name?”

“I reckon ya do,” he said and planted a kiss on your lips.

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After your shower, you got dressed for bed again, and Joel asked you to sleep with him. He dozed off quickly, but you didn’t. You were too excited. Once you did drift off, you slept light.

In the middle of the night, you heard a vehicle and urgently woke Joel up. He didn't hear it.

“I swear, Joel,” you insisted, but it stopped.

“It’s okay, baby,” he reassured you. “Just a dream.”

He held you and kissed you until your heart rate slowed and you drifted off to the feeling of his breathing.

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PSA. 💒 According to Joel, they're married now. They just are, that's all there is to it. Only thing left to do is "celebrate" 🍆

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THANK YOU sooo much for reading and engaging!! I appreciate your comments, discussion, sharing, and reblogs so much, I can't even tell you. Especially when I get labeled so quickly so often. I love you guys! I see you in the wild and I'm like, aw I love them.

And if you're new - I also have another dbf!Joel series, non-horror, but still somewhat of a twist (Trouble AU) at the top of my joel master list. The master list also has a virgin section lol.

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #dark!joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #dbf!joel miller #toxicanonymity ☠️#lincoln!joel☠️#joel miller smut #cw age gap

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imasoftieforbarb · 6 months

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i love the little fic u made of my request and you asked if the readers would like a part 2 AND IM SORRY IF IM BEING TO DELUSIONAL BUT

IF YOU HAVE TIME AND WANT TO OFC COULD U DO THE PART 2, I LOVE YOUR WORK SM I MEAN IT 😭⁉️

HERE COMES PART 2‼️

We’re gonna get into the movie stuff now

John Dory comes to check out Mount Rageous

As he makes his way through the ventilation he hears crying- but it doesn’t sound like Floyd so he moves on (a bit guiltily)

Once he finds Floyd (and lands face first on the dresser)

John Dory groaned as he pulled himself off the floor in a hurry “Yo! Floyd!”

Floyd looked up from his lap as his eyes widened “John dory? I cant believe it!” Floyd pressed his hands against the wall of his prison “I never thought I’d see any of my brothers again”

John Dory smiled before pressing his hand up to the glass in confidence

“Don’t worry bro I’m gonna get you out of here”

“No! You need to get out of here!” Floyd said urgently “you don’t understand- Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop obsessed succubi with NO talent and they’ve been stealing mine and Y/n’s- it’s only a matter of time now until they come back for more!”

John Dory thought to himself “Y/n? Like our old manager and childhood best friend Y/n? But- why did they take her?”

Floyd sighed to himself, misplaced guilt eating at him a bit “when you guys left, she followed me and after a bit we ended up confessing-“

“I KNEW YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR HER-“

“Shhhhhhh!” Floyd shushed his brother, though he couldn’t deny the smile on his face- he had missed this

“So she’s here?” John Dory said looking around, “I don’t see her anywhere!”

“She got taken by Velvet- as like a personal back up! I don’t know where she is- but if shes having her talent drained she won’t last as long, she isn’t a trained singer JD! I’m worried”

“Don’t worry bro- I’ll get both of you out-!”

JD tried many tricks to try and crack the prison his brother was in but to no luck

“It’s made out of diamond- and there’s only one thing that’s strong enough to shatter diamond” Floyd hoped his brother got the clue-

“A diamond shattering diamond hammer! Where do we get one of those?”

It went way over his head

“No, the only thing strong enough to shatter diamond is the perfect family harmony” Floyd said giving his brother a look of humour

“Of course! The prefect family harmony!”

Floyd nodded looking at his brother with tired but hopeful eyes until-

“Our voices sound like GARBAGE! We need more TROLL!”

“Run John Dory- save yourself” Floyd urged, not wanting to get his brother captured

John Dory nodded, grappling back to the vent and shouting that he’d be back with the rest of the family

During the rescue mission you’re nowhere to be found

Floyd’s theory is correct and you are drained far to quickly-

You turn into a crystal troll just before the rage dome show

Velvet decides to put you in her pocket like a little good luck charm

The perfect family harmony works and shatters the diamond perfectly

Floyd thinking of you as he sings the last line

“Just let me take you to a better place!”

When he wakes up from his crystal form and has a moment with his brothers he looks around and doesn’t see you anywhere

“John Dory, where’s Y/n?”

Everybody starts looking around not being able to see you

Not even Crimp knows where you are

“Velvet! Where’s the other troll? The one you took as a backup?” Veneer said, after confessing that they were frauds

“Oh her? She drained far to fast so I gave her another use” velvet stated- pulling you out of her pocket “she’s my little good luck charm- though she didn’t work so she’s useless to me now”

Floyd gasped, tears finally spilling over as he takes in your completely crystallised form in shock

“No… Nononono”

Veneer snatches you off velvet and hands you to the group of trolls on the floor with remorse

“Y/n? Come on- this cant be happening!”

Floyd brings you into a hug- sobbing as he realises there’s no hope for you

You, though crystallised, can hear everything around you

You try to open your eyes but they’re so heavy

“You can’t do this to me- not after everything we’ve been through together, it’s my fault” Floyd stated through his tears “I just want you back.”

Everyone looks down in sadness, shedding their own tears as they mourn with Floyd

Then

The darkness starts to fade from your vision as you blink a few times

You raise your hand to his face, startling him

“You’re so silly”

you say weakly, watching his eyes tear up again- this time from happiness and disbelief

“You never lost me in the first place”

He brings you into a kiss- putting all of his emotions into it

The crowd cheers as they realise you’re alive and as velvet and veneer are taken away in cuffs

#brozone #brozone x reader #brozone Floyd #brozone floyd x reader #trolls floyd #trolls floyd x reader #I cried a little writing this not gonna lie

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Take It Out On Me Part 25 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Shhhhhhh a gift I bare to you :)

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Reader (with a slight twist to the dynamic this time), SMUT, they are trying new things, Y/N gets to use a toy on Stevie, dirty talk ABOUND, overstimulation, FLUFF, they love each other, ANGST, cliffhanger ending because I can :).

I am just all kinds of naughty with these cliffhangers lately. Maybe I need a spanking. ;).

Word Count: 3667

Series here

The Italian sun just barely begins to peak through the curtains as you try to muffle your moans into Steve’s chest in front of you as both he and Eddie’s cock thrust harder inside of you.

As the semester ended and you graduated, summer finally arrived so you and the guys were able to utilize the tickets to Italy that your parents got for your honeymoon. It was honestly the best week of your life so far and you didn’t think it possible that you could be any happier.

The three of you went to all the tourist attractions you could find and ate some of the tastiest food you had ever had in your entire life. More than anything, you enjoyed seeing their faces as you three toured different cities and took in the new environment. For the first time, in a long time, neither man seemed to carry heavy burdens that weighed them down but let go and genuinely enjoy every little moment.

Of course, when you weren’t walking through museums or eating at a new restaurant, they were on you and vice versa. So far, this entire trip, you had been unable to keep your hands off each other especially when you were alone.

Last night, Steve had asked if you guys could finally do what he promised during that phone call when you first started dating.

“What promise?”

“I said that I wished you had a toy so you could fall asleep with it inside you and imagine its me.”

“Oof, Steve Harrington, you kinky bastard.”, Eddie teased as his palm softly rubbed up and down your body.

The other boy grinned, gripping your jaw lightly as he leaned forward to tenderly kiss your lips as he continued in a low, seductive tone that had you groaning.

“I told you how hard it was making me at the thought of me and Eddie falling asleep inside of you so we could take you whenever we wanted in the night.”

“Daddy…”

“Fuck me, you want that don’t you dirty girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”, you moan as your fingers glide up to tangle in his hair trying to bring his lips to yours and whining when he ever so slightly pulled away.

“Say it, sweetheart. Say what you want.”, the metalhead whispered as his hips began to grind against your ass.

“Daddy, I want you and Master to fuck me and then fall asleep inside me so you can use me whenever you want tonight.”

That night they made you cum so many times that the evening became a blur of moans and grunts. You did fall asleep full of them but they were always still the diligent boyfriends, constantly checking in to make sure you were alright or ask if you needed a break.

This morning, you woke up to the euphoria of them slowly pumping their cocks deep into you while trying not to wake you but failing miserably.

“God damn it, Y/N, still so fucking tight.”, Steve groaned through gritted teeth as his fingers dug into the meat of your hips.

“D-Daddy…I don’t—mmm—I don’t know how much more…I can take…”

They were both panting in your ears, all three of you trenched in sweat as you neared your climaxes.

“It’s ok, baby girl. We just need you to—fuck—need you to cum one more time, honey.”

Eddie’s ring covered fingers looped around and took hold of your throat as they pounded into you. He was the first to find his release, clinging to you as he thrust his spend roughly into your ass. You shuddered, your nails digging into Steve’s back as you came making him follow you as your pussy clenched around him, warming your insides as your cunt milked him dry.

“Slow, slow, baby please.”, you begged as each man pulled out as carefully as they could.

“Princess, I’m going to lift you and bring you to the bath when Stevie finishes getting it ready, ok? Are you ok, Y/N?”, he asked as he delicately moved your hair out of the way so he could see your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Yes, Sir. I’m just sore.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you did so good for us. Always such a good girl.”

You smiled as you pushed up onto your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling everything that was Eddie as he kissed your cheek.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to, Eddie.”

Smiling, he lifted you into his arms and brought you into the bathroom, trying his best not to jostle you to much as he placed you in the warm water.

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today, honey?”, Steve asked as they both began cleaning you.

“Can we do something new?”

“Define new, babe. I mean we’re in a new country exploring things that are new.”, the metalhead joked as you giggled.

“I mean, I like the idea of us staying in this fancy hotel all day eating delicious Italian food while staying and playing in bed but… I want to try something new. It’s been a while since we’ve done that and the honeymoon is a perfect place to try, right?”

“Did you have something in mind, princess?”

“There’s a store we passed in the market the other day and I was thinking we could go take a look around. Maybe…I mean, if you’re comfortable…you can let me…take…control.”

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as their hands stopped moving. It feels like ages before fingers grip your chin and turn your head slightly.

“Open your eyes, baby girl.”

Like a child, your hair smacks your cheeks as you aggressively shake your head.

“Come on, sweetheart.”, Eddie cooed, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest. “We’re not upset. There’s nothing wrong with what you want to try.”

Your eyes slowly open meeting Steve’s soft ones in front of you as he smiles comfortingly.

“We don’t have to do it for long. I was just wondering…what it was like…you know?”

“There’s something I read about once that has always kind of lingered in my head. I’d be willing to try it with you.”

“O-Ok, Daddy.”

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Once you three were clean and put together you did make a run to the market where not only did you grab all the food and alcohol you guys could carry but made a pit stop at the store you had mentioned to pick up the item you would need.

“Steve, baby, are you sure about this? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure. I trust you.”, he grins as he kisses your forehead. “Plus, Eddie will be there to guide you and watch out for me.”

When you got back to the hotel, you spent the rest of the evening relaxing and giggling with them on the floor of the hotel while you ate and talked. You made a little comfortable pillow area where the three of you could lay down even though you utilized them to lay your head throughout the evening.

“Baby, no!”, you shout light-heartedly after the flash from Eddie’s disposable camera blinds you. You hold up your hand to block him as he moves around to try and capture another image as you pull your bare legs under his long heavy metal shirt you were wearing.

“Oh, come on, princess. I’m going to put these in my private stash.”, he teases.

“What private stash?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Steve chuckles behind you, taking you in his arms, and pulling you flat against the floor making you laugh harder as the metalhead takes another picture of you both.

“So, are we doing this thing or not. I’m kind of curious to see princess here use her big girl voice.”, Eddie jokes as you roll your eyes.

“Honestly, that’s probably how it’s going to come out.”, you giggle as he lays on the other side of you. “Little girl pretending…”

“Eh, that just makes it cuter.”

“And hotter.”, Steve adds as his thumb caresses your cheek. Lying flat on his stomach, you had begun doing what you usually do which was running your fingers along his arm that was across your chest and down his back causing him to let out a little moan every now and then.

Eddie was leaning his on his elbow, looking down at you with nothing but love as his own palm ran continuously along your thighs and up your tummy.

“Try it, sweetheart. Try telling him what to do.”

Steve smirked as he opened his eyes, scooting closer to you till his nose was touching yours.

“C-Can I still call you Daddy? Is that ok?”

“Yeah, baby. If that’s what you want.”, he whispers as his breath warms your lips. “Tell Daddy what you want me to do.”

“I want you to kiss me, please.”

“Please?”, the metalhead snickered. “Y/N, that first night do you remember us saying please?”

Steve’s soft gorgeous eyes met yours encouragingly waiting for the proper command.

“Kiss me, Daddy.”

Tilting forward, his lips tenderly kissed your lips before trailing down your cheek to your neck. A moan escaped your chest that even had Eddie licking his lips beside you as he watched your eyes flutter closed as you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the ach between them.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Absently, your hand grabbed at the air, searching for the other man that you loved until you found what you were looking for, lightly yanking on his hair to bring him down to your neck. As they both kissed and sucked on your flesh, their hands roamed but Steve wanted to test you. His fingers drifted under your shirt between your legs and roughly cupped you sex making you groan loudly.

You have no idea where the confidence came from but your palm abruptly grabbed his wrist pulling him back as your tone drops.

“Did I tell you that you could do that?” Both their heads leaned up to look at your face as a little shudder ran through your body. “Whoa.”

“How did that feel?”, Eddie asked, a little quiver of his own shaking his voice.

“Odd but… good. Did I go too far?”

“Baby, we just started.”, Steve groaned, biting his bottom lip before taking a hold of your hand and placing it on the bulge in his boxers. “Don’t be afraid, honey. You’re doing great. Do you feel what that did to me? That tone coming out of those sexy lips got Daddy so fucking hard. Let go, Y/N, and fully step into it. It’s ok.”, he whispered.

Pushing him onto his back, you straddle him as your lips sloppily mingle with his while Eddie presses to your side and tosses away the shirt you’re wearing.

“You have to get him ready, baby.” Both you and Steve had begun grinding against each other, your already soaking cunt trenching his underwear. “Come on, pretty girl.”

Groaning, you leaned down to kiss Steve’s lips, dragging them down his chest until he grunted in frustration as you moved your lower half away from his.

“Aw, poor pathetic Daddy wants my wet pussy so bad, doesn’t he?”

“Fuck me… yeah, baby girl, I do.”

“What else do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“I-I-I want you to touch me, baby, please.”

“I am touching you, honey.”

You were in a complete state of bliss as you watched his breathing stutter at your words. Mimicking his own words back to him was making Steve practically feral as his large palms took hold of both sides of your face as his upper torso twisted up so he could press his forehead to yours.

“Please, Y/N, Daddy needs to feel your hand around my dick. Please, baby. FUCK, you’re driving me crazy.”

Panting against your lips, he watched as you brought your palm to your tongue and licked along the skin, moaning as you did what he asked.

“Like this, Daddy?”

“Just like that, baby. Shit.”

After he fell back against the floor, you smiled seductively at Eddie who wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you till you were on all fours hovering over Steve’s length. Placing his chest on your back, the metalhead reached underneath you and you both groaned as he slid his fingers through your folds.

“Jesus, princess. You like having this control?”, he whispers in your ear.

“I like watching you two—mmm—come undone.”

Your eyes rolled as he pushed two fingers inside of your core and Steve whimpered as you enveloped his cock into your mouth.

“There you go, princess. You always look so good with your mouth full of us, pretty girl.”, Eddie praises as he kisses your temple. “Are you ready, babe?”

A long line of drool dangles from your lips as you come off the man below you and nod your head.

“Daddy, are you ready?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby, please.”

“Now, Steve, I’m not going to touch you or anything ok. It’s all going to be her but I am going to guide her so I may need to look.”

“It’s ok. I’m comfortable if you’re comfortable.”

“If at any point you do get uncomfortable…”

Steve grins as he tilts up and quickly captures your lips before lying back down.

“I’ll say Vanilla. I promise, honey.”

Bringing you up to your knees, Eddie leans you into his lap as he reaches off to the side and grabs the bottle of lube.

“Focus, sweetheart.”, he teases when he feels you grind your ass against him.

Taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes just enough to coat your fingers before lightly walking you closer to the other man.

“Ok, baby, you’re going to get him nice and wet so take your hand…”, Eddie instructs as you slide your digits between Steve’s ass.

His stomach tightens when you graze his hole making you pause as your eyes meet his.

“No, it’s alright. Keep going, baby.”

“You’re doing good, Y/N.”, the metalhead coos as he kisses your shoulder. “Whenever you both are ready, you’re going to want to slide those fingers into him so you can stretch him out just like we do with you, angel.”

Opening his legs wider to grant you more access, Steve gives you firm nod signaling he was ready when you were. Carefully, you pushed your middle finger into him, groaning when you noticed his cock twitch at the feeling.

“Is this ok, Daddy?”, you breathily moan, completely turned on by the heavy breathing that was coming from his lips.

“Yeah…yes…fuck…I’m ok.”

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Feels…feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re…you’re just sucking me in.”

Steve’s head fell back against the floor as you slowly began moving your finger faster inside him.

“Fuck, pretty girl, I just want to fuck you so bad. Would it distract you if Master fucked you, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked, tone dripping with intense need.

“No, Sir. Please. I need you inside of me. Daddy, I’m going to use another finger, ok?” Steve didn’t respond verbally, his back arching as he reached down to stroke his cock. “Answer me, Steven.”, you growled.

All movement ceased again as his needy eyes met yours just as the boy behind you gathered his bearings and your mouth fell open as he guided his length inside of your cunt.

“Ok, baby girl. Go ahead.”

As your ring finger joined your other, he mewled loudly as he continued to pump himself at your rhythm.

“Fuck, Daddy. You’re so tight and warm… like me.”

Eddie was thrusting into you at a pace and intensity that told you he wasn’t going to last long as he slammed into you like a man possessed.

“Sir! I…I can’t breathe. Fuck! So…deep…”

The metalhead leaned against your back again, clinging to your body as he rolled his hips roughly.

“You can breathe, baby. J-Just keep focusing on the moment. Goddamn… just hearing you talk so dirty like this… I feel like a fucking virgin… I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.”

“Fill me up, Sir, please!”

His ringed fingers travelled between your legs and rubbed your clit in fast circles, both of you moaning and panting as you came at the same time. Yanking back up on your knees, he hugged you to him as he did what you asked, placing open mouth kisses along your skin as he did.

“I love you, Eddie.”

Chuckling softly, he kissed your lips before releasing you from his hold.

“I love you to, Y/N. Here. Use this on the thing.”

As he lazy continued to stroke himself, Steve watched as you collected the dildo you guys bought today and lathered in a generous amount of lube before placing yourself between his legs again.

“I love you to, Steve. Are you ready?”

“I love you, Y/N. Yeah, just go slow at first.”

“Of course, baby.”, you coo as you position the head of the toy near his entrance.

It was a modest size dildo, much smaller than the two of them but it still had Steve clenching as you gradually began pressing into him.

“Breathe, honey. You’re doing so good.”, you praise him the way they always praise you. “Taking me so well.” You smile when he gently laughs, smirking in your direction. “How does it feel, Daddy?”

“H-hurts a little but…good.”

“Do you need me to stop or anything?”

“No…fuck…I think…” As you push it a bit further in, you feel resistance as he tightens around it and his dick stiffens in his hand as a moan you had never heard from him before echoes through the room. “Oh my fucking GOD…”

“Is that the spot? Right here?”

“Ooooo! Yes, Y/N! Don’t fucking stop.”

Placing on of your arms down beside him, you tilt your face over his as you whisper against his lips.

“Was this what it was like the first time, Steve? When you had me flat against the desk with my legs hanging off the side and you pounded your big cock into my tight little pussy?” You grinned as his free hand searched for you, gripping your bicep as he groans. “You felt so good, baby. When I went home, I could still feel you both.”

Eddie beamed up at you from his spot on the floor as he comfortingly rubbed your back. Steve abruptly opened his eyes, the dominate side reentering him as his palm took hold of your throat.

“I need to feel your cunt around my dick, honey. NOW.”

Nodding, you straddle him with your back facing his chest, mewling as you bring yourself down onto his extremely hard length. His fingers dig into your hips as you ride him hard while still thrusting the toy into his ass.

“Y-Yes, Daddy!”

Steve shudders underneath you as he tries to hold himself back desperate for you to cum first so he can feel you cling to him.

“Come on, baby girl. Please…I need you to cum for me.”

Licking his fingers, Eddie helps you along, reaching between your legs and playing with your clit again. Right as your body trembles and you let go, Steve does the same, thrusting up into you hard as he fills you with his release. His hold on you remains steadfast till he’s completely emptied inside of you, making you groan in pleasure and exhaustion as you start to fall forward before the metalhead hastily catches you.

“Whoa, baby. I got you. I gotcha, sweetheart.”

Leaning against his shoulder, you careful pull the toy from the man under you and Eddie gradually lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on the floor with your head on the pillow.

“So…thoughts?”

“I like watching you both get riled up but I’m definitely not a dominate girl.”, you grin.

“Could have fooled me.”, Eddie teased. “Dirty girl with that sexy dirty mouth.”

“I think that toy we save special occasions but, Munson, you should let her finger you while sucking your dick. Oh my god.”, Steve playfully exhaled as he turned onto his side to face you. “You did good, honey.”

“Thank you for being patient with me and being willing to try something new.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You don’t have to thank us for that. You’re always so open with us when it comes to this stuff.

You smile wide as you rub your face into the pillow.

“Oh, I hate that we have to go home soon. I wish we could just stay here forever.”

“Well, when Ed becomes a famous rockstar, he can finally treat us like the king and queen we are.”

“Oh, really, Harrington? And what am I in this huh; the jester?”, he sasses as Steve laughs.

“No, baby. You’re a king to.”, you confirm as you turn your head to kiss his lips.

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“I’m coming! Hang on one damn second!”, Masie shouts as someone pounds loudly on her front door. As soon as she cracks it open you come barreling through, sobbing as you begin to pace in her living room. “Y/N? What’s wrong, honey?! What happened?!”

“I fucked up, Maze. They are going to hate me, I know it!”

“Who?”

“Eddie and Steve! And my parents are going to be so disappointed. I can’t lose them again! Fuck! What am I going to do?!”

“Y/N! Breathe!”, your best friend commands as she grabs your arms and forces you to stand still before cupping your face in her hands. “Now, those men love you. Nothing you could do would make them hate you. Y/N, stop.”, she tried to soothe as you shook your head. “Stop. Calm down and tell me what happened. You know I’m here for you no matter what. We can get through anything together.”

“I don’t know how you can fix this, Masie.”

“Not with that attitude, we can’t. Come on, honey. What’s going on?”

Wiping your eyes, you walk over to her couch as she follows to sit beside you.

“I’m pregnant.”

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