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📷: Gabe Shakour 📍: Anchorage, Alaska 🚁: DJI Air 2S
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Warning: smut (Minors Do Not Interact)
Paring-Hyunjin x reader-
-Dirty Secret (Teacher AU)
Hyunjin couldn't help but feel a blush crawl up his cheeks as he glanced over the chalkboard, taking a deep breath to calm himself before continuing his lecture. His gaze found the wayward one, making sure to maintain eye contact with her.
She gave him an innocent smile, batting her eyelashes as if nothing was out of the ordinary - but he knew better. Her fingers were restlessly toying with her pen, tapping against it in a way that was all too familiar to him now.
It was hard to ignore the nervous energy radiating off of her, and he couldn't help but wonder what mischief she was planning next.
As he droned on about trigonometry, his eyes drifted back towards her again and again, unable to help themselves.
He watched as she playfully bit on her lower lip while furiously scribbling notes down in her notebook; could almost taste the sweet cherry flavor from where he sat.
The sound of chalk scratching against the board was drowned out by the soft rustling of paper as she flipped through pages and scratched away at words in bright pink ink that matched her cherry lip color perfectly.
Even when she furrowed her brows in concentration or chewed on the end of her pencil thoughtfully, there was an undeniable glimmer in those emerald eyes that betrayed any semblance of focus on the subject matter.
Amidst his lecture, a moment came where Hyunjin paused for emphasis; an opening for Y/to strike. "And that," he said grandly, pointing at an equation on the board behind him, "is how you use trigonometry to calculate angles."
The room full of students went silent for a moment before bursting into chatter once more, but Y/N's heart leaped at the pause in Hyunjin's lecture, feeling a mix of excitement and fear. She had been waiting for this moment.
She glanced up at him from under her lashes, feeling her stomach do flips as their eyes locked. He looked so handsome standing there, chalk dusting his suit but still managing to look put together and professional.
She couldn't help but compare him to the mess she was in; her hair was probably a wild nest on top of her head, strands escaping every which way after the impromptu make-out session earlier. Her cheeks were still flushed pink and her lips felt swollen from their kisses.
Hyunjin cleared his throat, breaking their gaze. Y/N took the opportunity to quickly scribble down some notes before looking back up at him, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her thoughts. The anticipation was killing her as he continued speaking, his voice low yet commanding in the quiet classroom.
His hands moved gracefully on the chalkboard as he drew triangles and circles, their soft scratching sound filling the air like music to her ears. She found herself tracing along with his movements, wishing she could feel the chalk between her fingers instead of just imagining it.
Suddenly, he wrote down an equation that she knew she wouldn't be able to solve alone - not without some guidance from him anyway - and she raised her hand hesitantly.
The sound of chalk on board stopped abruptly as he turned to face her, those deep brown eyes boring into hers. "Yes?" He asked softly. Y/N took a deep breath and shot him a shy smile before pointing at the board. "I don't quite understand this part," she admitted with a small laugh,
"Oh really?" Hyunjin smirked, walking over to her desk with a swish of his pants and a soft clearing of his throat. He leaned down over her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck as he peered over her shoulder at the board.
The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, making it harder for her to concentrate on the equation. "Let me show you," he murmured softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils and made him dizzy with desire. His fingers traced the lines of the equation slowly, explaining it to her in a low voice that only she could hear.
As he went on, he couldn't help but brush against her knuckles or graze the inside of her wrist with his thumb in the guise of pointing things out.
His heart raced just as fast as hers did when their skin touched, sending electric currents shooting up his arm and down hers.
She gasped softly as he lifted his hand away from her skin, their connection broken only by the thin air between them.
Hyunjin chuckled lightly and stepped back, holding himself upright again while continuing to explain the lesson around them.
The rest of the classroom fell silent once more; every eye on them as they watched this exchange – some with envy, others with confusion - but none daring to interrupt them again.
Y/N felt herself blush deeper under their stares but couldn't bring herself to look away from him; those eyes held hers captive like no other could.
Hyunjin couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he saw the understanding dawn on her face.
He smiled gently at her, noticing the way her cherry-flavored breaths quickened as he leaned down to whisper the explanation into her ear. The softness of her skin beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine, reminding him of the allure and the temptation that lingered between them.
"Of course," he said, stepping back with a smirk on his lips. "Just remember this formula. It's important," he added as an afterthought before glancing around the room once more to make sure everyone was focused again.
The students in the back row whispered among themselves while giggling softly, their eyes flickering between Y/N's flushed cheeks and Hyunjin's satisfied smirk.
His words echoed through the classroom, causing butterflies in Y/N's stomach as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying instead of how close he had been to her just moments before.
As Hyunjin continued his lecture, moving around the room to assist other students who raised their hands, Y/N found herself lost in thought– dreams swirling through her mind along with images of those captivating brown eyes and that gentle touch from earlier.
She couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation for when class would finally end so they could be alone again. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her desk while she scribbled down notes faster than usual, eager for that moment to come soon enough.
The hour flew by quickly, ending far too soon for both their tastes "Alright class," Hyunjin said, clapping his hands together to gather the students' attention.
“That's all for today. Remember to study hard and ask me or any teaching assistant if you have any questions." The students packed their bags and chatted quietly before leaving the room, but Y/N remained in her seat.
She watched as Hyunjin tidied up the classroom, erasing the equations from the chalkboard with practiced efficiency. “ Don’t you think you were being a bit obvious back there?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he turned to face her.
Y/N felt her cheeks warm at his comment, realizing that perhaps she had been a bit too transparent in her feelings towards him. She mustered up her courage and rose from her seat, gathering her things as she walked towards him.
Maybe a little,she admitted with a shy smile, feeling a rush of boldness surge through her. “But can you blame me? You make trigonometry almost bearable.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Hyunjin heard her loud and clear. He chuckled softly, the sound sending pleasant shivers down Y/N’s spine.
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you for that,” he teased, his eyes locking with hers in a way that made her heart flutter. “But you better be careful.
People might start putting two and two together and realizing there's more to our teacher and student dynamic than meets the eye.” His voice lowered, and he took a step closer, his gaze intense as he continued, “Unless... of course, you want them to know.”
The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, each word he spoke adding fuel to the fire that burned inside her. Y/N felt her breath hitch at his insinuation, her mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen if they crossed that line.
She met his gaze head-on, a mixture of desire and apprehension swirling in her eyes.
“Maybe I do want them to know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the empty classroom.
The confession hung in the air between them, heavy with implications. Hyunjin's expression softened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he took another step closer, closing the distance between them.
“Careful what you wish for,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her lips as he leaned in, leaving no room for doubt in his intentions.
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire as they stood inches apart. Y/N's heart raced in her chest, her breath hitching at the proximity of Hyunjin's lips to hers. Every fiber of her being yearned for his touch, for the forbidden thrill of crossing that line with her teacher.
Without another word, Hyunjin closed the final gap between them, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that sent a shockwave of electricity through her body. Y/N melted into his embrace, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she deepened the kiss, matching his fervor with her own.
Y/N moaned softly against his lips, feeling the warmth of his mouth against hers. Her body trembled slightly, and she gripped the fabric of his shirt as a deep longing coursed through her veins. As their kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still.
Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths in a way that felt illicit but oh-so-right. Breath mingled with the chalky scent of the classroom, creating an aroma unique to this moment.
Her heart raced wildly as his hands found their way to her waist before slinking upwards to cup her breast through her shirt. She gasped into his mouth, feeling his touch send shockwaves of pleasure down her spine.
Hyunjin couldn't help but let out a low groan, losing himself in the moment. He admired how she bit her lower lip teasingly, matching his boldness with her own growing confidence. He nipped at it playfully before trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.
The sound of buttons popping loose echoed in the empty room as he undid them one by one until he could finally touch bare skin. His lips trailed lower, finding cherry-flavored sweetness with every new inch he explored.
His hands moved up her thighs Y/N's core clenched at his touch, and she gasped softly, her body begging for more. His hands slid up her skirt, finding the elastic of her panties, and she whimpered into his mouth.
It was intoxicating to be desired like this; to feel his fingers against her skin made her head spin. He pulled away from their kiss picking her up and placing her on his desk with a smirk, leaving her legs dangling over the edge.
Hyunjin kneeled between them and slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her wetness to him. His eyes widened at the sight before him, and he couldn't help but groan in frustration.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. Y/N smiled, tilting her head back as she felt him gently kiss her inner thigh, making his way closer to her core.
Her breathing became shallower, anticipation building inside her as she waited for what was to come. Hyunjin slowly licked her wetness, tasting her for the first time.
Y/N moaned softly, Arching her back slightly as he pleasured her with his tongue. Each lick, each suction, was sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her heart pound in her chest.
Hyunjin's soft touch sent shivers down Y/N's spine as his tongue found her folds, exploring her in a way that made her toes curl.
His fingers danced softly across her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. She gasped and arched into his touch, her back bowing off the desk as he teased her. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire.
His lips parted and he took her entrance between his lips, sucking gently as he buried his face in her wet heat. Y/N cried out softly, her hands fisting in his hair as her hips bucked in rhythm to his skilled tongue.
He loved the sound of her moans, the way her body responded to his touch, and he knew that he wanted more. He wanted to feel her beneath him, inside her, to make her scream his name in pleasure.
Y/N's climax was building within her, her entire body tensing as her orgasm approached. She could feel it pulsing through her, making her heart race and her breath come in gasps.
Her body was shaking, on the verge of collapsing in a wave of pleasure that she knew would leave her weak and vulnerable. She knew that she had to release it, to let go and surrender to the sensation that was building within her.
Hyunjin could sense it too, the way her body was trembling and the soft whimpers that escaped her lips. He gently sucked on her clit, feeling the pulsing throb of her desire as she came, milking it softly.
Y/N's cries of pleasure echoed through the empty classroom, each one making him harder. Hyunjin looked up at her in ecstasy, his own arousal evident as he admired her flushed face and trembling body.
He pulled his lips away from her core, and she whimpered in protest. "Shh," he whispered soothingly, pushing himself up from the desk and removing his tie and loosening his belt.
"I want to feel you wrapped around me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Y/N could barely breathe as she watched him unbutton his shirt, her breaths coming in short, needy gasps.
Her eyes locked onto the bulge that pressed against his pants, and she knew they wouldn't be the only ones coming undone tonight.
Hyunjin stepped closer to her, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body. Y/N watched him, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for what was to come.
He stood between her legs, guiding himself inside her slowly, slowly until he was fully buried within her. She gasped, her head falling back as he filled her completely.
"You feel so good," he groaned, holding back the urge to thrust hard into her. He wanted to savor this moment, to feel her tight warmth surrounding him.
Y/N wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, and he began to move slowly, steadily at first, building up a rhythm. His hips rocked into her, and she moaned softly, her body adjusting to his.
Y/N's eyes locked onto his, and she could see the raw desire in them. They were both lost in this moment, in each other. Hyunjin's gaze never left hers as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more forceful.
Y/N's breath hitched with each powerful stroke, her body responding to his with a fiery need that surprised her. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into his back as he moved inside her.
Hyunjin's eyes never left hers, a mixture of lust and adoration reflected in their depths. “Hyunjin , please…” the breathless plea was all he needed. He increased the tempo, his body slamming into hers with a raw intensity that had her crying out in pleasure.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her lips parted in a silent scream as his hips moved faster, harder. He could feel his own release building, the tension within him coiling tighter with each thrust.
"I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. Y/N's eyes squeezed shut, her body convulsing with the same need.
Hyunjin grunted, slamming into her one last time before releasing himself, emptying himself inside her.
As his release spilled into her, Y/N felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body bucking against his one last time before collapsing back onto the desk.
She gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest, her body still shaking from the intensity of the experience.Hyunjin's breath hitched as he struggled to catch his own breath,panting, his body still trembling from the release.
He gently pulled out of her, and she whimpered softly, feeling the emptiness left by his absence. He carefully lowered her back to the ground, his hands lingering on her skin for a moment longer before he cupped her face and brought his lips to hers.
Their tongues danced and twined together, their passion and satisfaction mingled in one last kiss.
Y/N broke away, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked up at him. "Hyunjin," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled at her, his eyes soft and full of love. "I know, Y/N." He replied, his voice filled with the same emotion. "I know."
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Hello! Not sure if you're taking requests, so do ignore this if you feel like it.
I adore your work sm!! Rewatching the Stayed Gone mv, Vox had a picture of a bootleg Alastor and pointing to his microphone were the words "dildo?"
Do you think you could write an Alastor x Reader, or just Alastor pleasuring himself with the microphone? (That sounds weird now-)
Thank you for taking the time to read this!
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the way I immediately knew what to do is proof of my depravity. I know it isn’t exactly what you meant but this is what I’m comfortable with writing. This was a quick little 30 minute write, I hope it still brings you joy 🎙️
After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.
tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, erotic but not smut?, smut is explicit, this is just horny, the microphone does in fact work, vibrator
Rarely was Alastor without his microphone. Even Vox made note of it. But, his voice sounded like it came from his mouth. Sure there was a radio affect to it, but he was a demon after all. You couldn’t figure out how it worked. Or rather, if it worked.
As you all waited to take your seats for dinner, Niffty having turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, you were caught staring.
“Is there something I can do for you?”, Alastor leaned down to meet your eyeline.
You blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just wondering if that even works.”
“If what works?”
“Your microphone.”
He knew it worked, of course. But your question felt… offensive. “Do you think I’d carry a functionless microphone around?”
Without hesitation you replied, “I do, yes.”
“Oh absolutely!” Angel pushed between you two.
“You do have a flare for the dramatic, boss.” Husk took his seat beside Angel.
Charlie nervously scratched her cheek, “I always wondered that too! But it worked in Cannibal Town, so I’m a believer now.”
“But wait-,” Vaggie looked to Charlie, “If it worked when you put it to your mouth why doesn’t he have to? It’s literally everywhere but his mouth.”
Alastor’s forced grin strained against this cheeks, black gums showing. You gave him a shrug and joined the group. He took his seat opposite you, pulling his chair in all the way.
You’d already forgotten the conversation when you felt something graze across your lap. Before you could investigate, Alastor spoke, “Why don’t we all say what we did today! I’ll go first!” Your knees shot up, knocking the table as a strong vibration lit up your crotch.
Vaggie leaned in, “You good?”
Slowly, eyes wide, you looked up to meet Alastor’s wicked smile.
“I went downtown to grab a fresh cut of venison. Niffty makes the best venison roast this side of Pentagram City.” You white knuckled the edge of the table, glancing down to see the microphone resting between your thighs. The top was nestled firmly above your mound.
“Hmmm what else? Oh! I got some deviled eggs. My, what a treat. My mother made the best deviled eggs. You know-,” as he droned on, you tried to push your chair away from the table. “Ah ah! It’s so rude to leave while someone is speaking.” He leaned back, foot reaching under the table to hook around your chair’s leg and pull you forward.
“Aww Al, you never talk so much! This is great. What else did you do today?” Charlie rested her cheek on her hand, eyes sparkling at Alastor.
“I am so glad you asked! Let me think, hmmmmm” He drew out the consonant, the sound making a rougher vibration than others. You were hunched over the table, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. “Oh I went to— what is it called again? Ummmmm,” Your leg shot up again, the silverware clanking against your plate.
“Will you just fucking say it?!” You spit it out louder than you meant.
“Woah! That’s not very nice.” Charlie gave you a disappointed look, pulling a groan from you, “What’s gotten into you?”
Angel looked over to you, “You doin’ alright? You’re like… sweatin’.”
“What indeed, Charlie. Well, anyway! I think I’ve made my point!” You felt the weight of the microphone slide down your thighs and past your knees. You took in a deep breath, finally able to relax your body.
“You’re pretty pale…”, Husk commented, “You sick or something?”
Angel pushed your hair from your forehead, “That face looks so familiar.”
Before you could answer, Alastor opened his mouth, “I think she should lie down. Allow me to escort you to bed, my dear.”
“You are so sweet today! I love it! Fuck yeah!” Charlie punched the air. Alastor came behind you and pulled your chair back for you. “Take your time, if she’s sick maybe she shouldn’t be alone.”
“If you say so!” Alastor practically sang the words. With both hands on your shoulders, he guided you out of the room.
“He’s the best.” Charlie beamed, “Alright whose next?”
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Miguel’s and reader’s meet cute (baby daddy AU: College days prequels)
Baby Daddy Masterlist
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Word count: 900
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Miguel had always been told from his elders that college was going to be a fresh start. A new school, a new roommate, new possible friends, new opportunities, a new path to his future. He had been preparing and planning how his freshmen year would go the second he finished walking the stage at his high school.
So far, things were going to plan, he made it to his first set of classes early to get a good seat, although not in the front due to his height (he didn’t want to be an ass to the people behind him), was able to get up early in the morning to go to the gym, his relationship with his roommate Peter was even going well. Although he was a bit more of an extrovert then himself, they still got along fairly fine. So far everything has worked out for him.
His third day of classes was going just like the first two did, waking up around eight a.m, working out till ten, getting a protein shake and some breakfast, then be at his first class by twelve. To his surprise though, the lecture hall was already almost filled despite him being ten minutes early. Making sure to take a mental note to try arriving a bit early as he took one of the few lingering seats in the back row between a girl and another guy.
The girl next to him shot him a quick smile when she saw him sitting in the empty seat to her right, one to which he returned before going to quietly set up his laptop for note taking. She was quite pretty, her hair clipped up into a ponytail, long-sleeve cream top and some flared leggings, a black backpack hanging off her chair and a metal water bottle covered in stickers next to her laptop, also covered in stickers. But despite her warm and welcoming presence, Miguel decided to pay her no mind as he idly waited for class to start.
After another few minutes, the professor finally began. Droning on mostly about the course expectations and grade requirements, before he starts his actual lesson. The room was mostly quiet except the professor and the occasional murmur from other students talking between one another about the subject. Miguel was so sucked into the lecture, he barely noticed the quiet tapping of a finger on his desk.
“Hey. Excuse me.” The quiet whisper pulled him back to present time, turning to the source of the voice, the pretty girl who’s sitting next to him. “Hey sorry, I didn’t pick up the last thing he said, it’s kinda hard to hear him from up here. Can I…” you trailed off, pointing towards his laptop. Usually, Miguel would scoff at the implication of someone asking him to take a glance at his notes, telling them to ask someone else or maybe pay better attention. But for the pretty girl in his statistics class…
“Yeah here.” He whispered back, turning his laptop to his side so she could see better, giving her a moment to write it down before turning it back to its original spot.
“Thanks.”
“Course.”
That’s were the conversation should have ended, he should have left that be and just focused back on the last twenty minutes of class before walking out to his next one. Leaving this be a passing moment, a barely acquaintance that he’d nodded at when you’d cross paths in the courtyard until he simply didn’t anymore. Instead though.
“I like your water bottle.”
“Hmm?”
“I like your water bottle. It’s cute.”
“Oh.” God that sweet, sweet smile, made his heart melt a bit. “Thank you, I was hoping it doesn’t come across as childish or anything.”
“Oh no it’s fun, I just have one of those plastic Gatorade ones.”
He didn’t even notice that he ended up making conversation till the lesson was over, finally realizing when he saw the guy to his left get up.
“Guess class is over, huh?”
“Oh-yeah, looks like it is.”
Miguel set his laptop back in his bag, and got up, waiting till you did the same before walking out of the lecture hall.
“Thanks again for letting me glance at your notes.”
“Of course, if you ever need help with notes, just let me know.”
“Yeah totally, I’ll try to catch you after class or something if we don’t sit next to each other next time.” Oh, he was definitely planning on sitting next to you next time. But he wasn’t going to admit that, instead he shook his head and waved his hand to play it cool.
“No, that's too much of a hassle, let me give you my number, so you can just shoot me a text.” Wait till his younger brother found out he already gave a girl his number during his third day of class.
You both took a second to exchange numbers, Miguel was about to create the contact when he realized he never got your name.
“I’m sorry , I don’t think I ever actually introduced myself. I’m Miguel.” He said as he stuck his hand out towards you.
“I’m (Y/N).” Pretty name for a pretty girl. You quickly took his hand in yours, shaking it before putting it back to your side.
“Well I hope to see you around, (Y/N).”
If only he knew his faith with the pretty girl from his statics class.
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Unfair
no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
an au about Joel attending a wedding simply inspired by Pedro's slutty little fit at the SAG awards.
part 2
tw: age gap (late 20s/late 40s), fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, alcohol, she/her pronouns, reader has hair long enough to twist around her finger, Joel is probably poorly written in this, and this whole thing is a little poorly written.
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Your mom was smiling as you zipped her into her gown, the chiffon and lace dress gorgeous on her as you fastened the eyelet closed at the top of the bodice. You could feel the lens of the photographer’s camera trained on you both, the woman having been with you the entire morning to document the process of the bridal party getting ready.
The photographer was fluttering around the room, taking candid photos of you all making small talk and toasting mimosas. The posed photos had been earlier that morning, you all wearing your matching silk robes with your names screen-printed on the back. You didn’t know how much had been spent on the whole production–but it certainly wasn’t cheap. But, to see your mom glowing and her wide smile all morning, every penny must have been more than worth it.
Before you realized, you all wore dresses and bouquets of white flowers with magnificent greenery were being thrust in your hands. The wedding planner was ushering everyone out onto the stone walkway to the barn, women finally meeting men just outside the farmhouse turned wedding venue. The best man looked vaguely familiar to you as you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow to walk down the aisle, he must have been Shawn's eldest brother.
The officiant droned: he just repeated the same platitudes of what it means to love one another and be good spouses. You tried to stay focused, your eyes inevitably wandering. The ceremony space was picturesque: southern live oaks casting shadows in the late autumn sun as they married in front of the barn. It really couldn’t get more Texas than that, especially when you counted the number of cowboy hats in the crowd.
You could feel someone staring at you for the better part of the ceremony, making you glance out of the corner of your eye as you tried to find the source. Every fiber of you wanted to turn and look in earnest, but you knew that you’d ruin the photos as soon as your body twisted and your happy, grinning face wasn’t facing the bride and groom on the best day of their lives.
Your grip tightened around the bouquet in your hands as your skin crawled, your focus so jarred that you almost missed your cue to walk out. The cheers and clapping woke you from your reverie before the best man had to. Grasping him by the elbow, you walked back up the aisle between the celebrating wedding guests, the feeling of being watched now fading to the background.
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When you finally made it to the renovated barn, you were starving and in desperate need of a drink. The photos had run long, the photographers getting you all in a variety of line ups and poses. It was almost time for the plated dinner to begin, guests settling at assigned tables after a cocktail hour and the live band playing quiet music in the corner of the half-inside half-outside space that would eventually serve as the dance floor.
The orange lighting from string lights along the ceiling was soft, mismatched Edison bulbs hanging along zigzagged wires from wooden rafters. It painted the guests and decor in gold tones, making everything look sepia like an old photo.
With your double shot vodka tonic in hand, you found your name written in gold calligraphy on the seating chart. Your mom and her new husband were sitting together at a small table at the front of the room, a faux-neon sign behind them that displayed his last name. Well, their last name now.
You were at one of the front tables, the ivory table cloth nearly brushing the shiny wooden floor as you plucked your name card off your plate and sat down. There were only a few people you knew at the wedding, neighbors from the neighborhood you grew up in and a handful of your mother’s coworkers. But, they were seated elsewhere.
Some of the seats on the opposite side of the sprawling white and green centerpiece were occupied with strangers in flamboyant cowboy hats and boots, an obvious sign they were from out of town. You smiled politely as you sat down, taking a long sip of your drink as you checked your phone for the moment of downtime.
“This seat taken?” A deep, twangy voice made your gaze cut away from the screen and up to the right. You were immediately dumbstruck by how handsome the man was, his umber colored eyes reminding you of the sunlight hitting the tree trunks during the ceremony. A few of his dark brown curls were falling on his tanned forehead, the rest of his hair loosely pushed back.
You floundered for a moment, lips parting and no words coming out of your mouth. Finally you caught up, blinking a few times. The place card in front of the ornate gold and white place setting next to yours was your saving grace. “Well, uh, if you’re Joel M., the seat is all yours,” you said, looking back up at him.
God, you hoped he was Joel.
He smiled, the lines on his face becoming a bit more defined as he extended a hand toward you. “Joel Miller, nice to meet you…” he trailed off, waiting for your assistance.
You slipped your hand into his, his calloused palm engulfing yours as he shook it politely. You introduced yourself, neck craned back so you could look him in the eye. He released your hand and sat down, setting the glass he was holding next to yours on the table cloth.
“So how do you know the couple?” Joel asked you, his gaze dragging over you. You tried not to squirm under the weight of it, your face feeling hot as you set your phone face-down on the table. The way he looked at you made you feel like a bug caught under a microscope.
“The bride is my mom,” you said, fiddling with the elegantly folded cloth napkins for a moment. You glanced at her briefly, watching her giggle at something Shawn had said.
Joel nodded, a huff of a laugh following. “No shit, so you’re the stepdaughter?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as a smirk lifted the corner of his lip. One of your eyebrows lifted of its own volition, his reaction catching you off guard.
“Do I have a reputation?” A sip of your drink helped wet your dry tongue, your eyes trained on him over the rim of your glass. There was a spike of anxiety in your chest, the temporary fear that he’d heard something bad about you filling your mind. You held your glass in your hand as you crossed your legs at the ankle, waiting for his response.
Joel paused to take a drink, a hand scrubbing over his beard as he looked back at you. He shook his head, waving a hand in a way that was meant to be placating. “Shawn told me about you, said you just moved back to town a few months ago.”
“Um, yeah, actually. Moved back from Denver,” you said, bashful that the subject of you even came up. You hadn’t realized that you were important enough in Shawn’s life to mention, especially to his friends. Of course, there wasn’t animosity between the two of you, just what you assumed was limited interest. Most men didn't bother to learn too much about their adult stepchildren.
You were both leaning forward as you spoke, the music and chatter of the other guests making the barn a little too loud to hear one another clearly at a distance. He was looking down at his drink, giving you an opportunity to study his profile. Joel was easily twenty years your senior, the dark beard on his jawline threaded through with patches of silver hair.
“So—“ Joel started, getting cut off by the shuffle of the last people to their seats and an arm thrust between the two of you. The waiters serving the plated dinner made you sit upright in your chair, the soft fabric of your dress fluttering as you put some space between Joel and yourself.
You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite of your food, a sigh escaping you as your eyelashes batted against your cheeks. Conversation floated around your head, you caught polite questions about Joel’s construction business and half-assed replies.
For some reason your mother had put you at a table full of Shawn’s friends, maybe in an attempt to help you get to know him better.
“So you’re a contractor?” you asked after your hunger had been satiated. You’d gotten a refill on your drink from one of the waiters, nursing a fresh vodka tonic as you looked at Joel.
He chewed his steak methodically, nodding as he turned slightly to look at you. “Been building houses for years, my brother, Tommy, works with me,” Joel said after he swallowed, taking his cloth napkin off his wide thigh to wipe the corner of his mouth.
“Do you like it?” you asked after a moment of contemplation, tilting your head to one side as you looked at him.
There was something about him that kept you smiling, your lips curved like a bow as you sipped your drink from the straw. You studied his features while you could, his aquiline nose and his full lower lip intriguing. Way too intriguing for someone who was your stepfather’s friend.
“Pays the bills, keeps the roof over me and Sarah’s heads.” Joel finished his plate, picking up his drink and leaning back in his seat.
Sarah? Your eyes dropped to his left hand, not seeing a ring on any of the fingers. Not even a tan line. He noticed it, making your face burn as he chuckled. “Sarah? Your…”
“Daughter,” he cut in helpfully. Daughter, he had a daughter. You exhaled, relieved. But, did he have a wife? No ring, never mentioned her. He would’ve brought her up by now. She would've attended the wedding with him. You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, taking a breath as you rationalized.
Your mouth opened to ask another question when glasses were chimed and dinner was cleared away. Champagne flutes were passed around, and to your horror you realized it was time for your toast. You stood in a fluid motion, adjusting your gown and your hair before heading toward the microphone next to the table with the bride and groom.
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You spent the rest of the night getting drunk. Champagne became cocktails and cocktails became shots–all with your mother and new stepfather and family and friends from your childhood. Tipsiness made you remove your heels, kicking them off to the side to a forgotten corner as your aching feet pressed against the polished floor.
The dance floor was cramped, the band having transitioned partway through the night to someone’s phone with a playlist hooked up to the speakers. You watched your mom laugh as she was spun around by her new husband, making you smile as you nursed your glass of wine.
“You lost something.” Joel approached, pointing to your strappy heels with a lazy finger.
You grinned, your teeth digging into your lower lip for a moment as you looked up at him. “Looks like you did, too–a few things actually,” you said, nodding toward his shucked suit jacket and tie. The top few buttons of his white shirt were open, revealing just enough of his tanned chest to feel dangerous. He was more disheveled than before, a chilled beer bottle held loosely in his fingers and his cheeks flushed.
Joel chuckled, taking a step closer to you as he took a long drink from his beer. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, taking a sip of your red wine in tandem.
There was something about this man that had you all kinds of flustered, a giddy lightness in your chest when he focused his attention on you. “So why aren’t you out there dancing?” Joel asked, his warm eyes surveying the dance floor before returning.
You shook your head, a demure smile and a shrug. “Never was much of a dancer.” The last time you really danced was wasted at a frat party in college, the lights low and the music making the house shake. Far from a respectable barn wedding, and definitely not your mother’s respectable barn wedding.
“That’s a shame,” Joel smiled at you, pressing just a bit closer, “a pretty girl like you should be out there.”
You were surprised by the compliment, nearly choking on your wine as your eyebrows lifted. Joel was smirking, his whole body leaning toward yours. You were warm to the touch, your entire face burning under his attentions. It felt like you were in high school again, pining after some older boy that you assumed would never look at you twice–but here he was, looking.
“Do you always flirt with your friend’s stepdaughters?” you asked, hoping to come off as hard to get. Realistically, he already had you in the palm of his hand.
Joel pursed his lips, something mischievous flashing in his dark eyes for a moment. “Just the ones that look like you,” he said, his deep voice low. It was almost too quiet to hear over the music, making you shift forward so you could hear him better.
“Joel.” It would've been chastising if it wasn’t for your bright smile. He exuded an easy confidence that was magnetic, it had your nerves on fire as you selfishly hoped that he would do more than just flirt with you. Your gaze was on his lips for a moment, taking in the lines of his full bottom lip and tidy mustache before meeting his eyes again.
“The couple is getting ready to leave!” You both looked toward the door and watched the wedding planner usher guests out the barn doors. Sparklers were thrust in everyone’s hands, the photographer already positioned at the end of the walkway near the rented white Rolls Royce.
Joel’s hand found the small of your back, warm through the thin fabric of your dress as he guided you toward the door. The wedding planner handed him two sparklers, the long kind that wobbled under their own weight.
The guests had divided into two lines, waiters lighting sparklers on either side of the column created. Joel handed you one as you stood at his side, your bare feet on the warm concrete. You held it out from your body, focused on the bright sizzle of the sparks as they made their way down the lines of powder.
Your mother and Shawn walked through the column of sparklers on cue, laughing and smiling while holding hands. They looked so happy. You could hardly imagine being that happy with someone.
She broke off for a moment to embrace you, making Joel thoughtfully pluck the sparkler out of your fingers so you didn’t burn her.
Tears pushed at your eyelids, overwhelming joy for your mother finally breaking free of your chest. You whispered ‘I love you’s into one another’s ears and pressed kisses to cheeks as you clung to each other. The photographer’s camera was shuttering nearby, catching every intimate moment.
Finally you let her go, tearful and smiling as Shawn pulled her toward the car that would take them to their hotel. Joel’s large hand found the curve of your waist, bringing you to his side as you watched your mother get into the car.
You were tipsy enough to allow it.
He was warm, smelling like cigar smoke and whiskey and cologne. You both were quiet as you watched the car pull away, your shoulders fitting in the space between his arm and torso.
“You wanna help me find my jacket? Think I left it around back when I was smoking a cigar with Shawn,” Joel murmured into your hair. His fingers pressed into your waist, his breath on your neck.
It was enough to distract you. You blinked your tears away, fingertips brushing at the corners of your eyes to make sure your makeup was still intact. “Sure,” you whispered, looking up at him after you’d composed yourself.
Your heart skipped a beat when Joel took your hand, tugging you along with him down the path on the outside of the barn. Both of you were tipsy, giggling and stumbling a bit over the paving stones that had been set in the tall grass. The lights faded behind you, the dim glow through the high windows of the barn and the solitary strand of Edison bulbs between the trees just enough to navigate by.
It all happened so fast, you didn’t even know who initiated it. Joel’s calloused hands were cupping your cheeks and jaw, tilting your head up as your lips met his. He tasted like whiskey and the sweet wedding cake, making you sigh into the kiss as your fingers twisted in his shirt and pulled him close.
You had to stand on your tip toes to kiss him properly, a few soft laughs escaping the both of you when the hard cartilage of your noses bumped and teeth clashed.
He took steps forward until your shoulder blades pressed against the side of the barn. Joel crowded you in, one hand leaving your cheek to brace against the wood behind your waist as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. You could feel him smiling.
You always found French kissing to be weird, never knowing quite what to do with your tongue. Whenever a guy had initiated it you managed to cut it off quickly, moving on to some other method of making out to spare yourself the embarrassment of letting your tongue sit there like a dead fish.
Of course you’d seen people do it, always seeming like a lot more licking each other than kissing. Nevertheless, the second time Joel ran his tongue along the seam of your lips you found yourself parting them for him.
Suddenly, you understood. Joel’s tongue massaged over yours as he groaned softly. You wanted him to consume you, letting him take control as he explored your mouth. He tilted your head back more, leaning over you with his full height. You flicked your tongue along his, spine arching toward him in an attempt to get closer.
The horn of the hotel shuttle startled you as you broke apart, chests heaving and your lipstick smeared onto Joel’s mouth.
“You staying at the same hotel as everyone else?” Joel asked, nosing at your hairline as his hands roamed over your dress. He bunched it in his fists, raising the hem above your calves and wrinkling the fabric.
“I am,” you breathed, twisting your fingers in his thick curls.
Joel smiled against your earlobe, nipping at it. “Wanna continue this in my room? Got a king size bed and everything,” he drawled, pulling back to look down at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes, his smile was breathtaking.
You wiped your lipstick off his bottom lip with your thumb, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “You sure?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest in a form of protection from Joel’s possible rejection.
He offered, but there was still a part of you that was worried.
He furrowed his brow, a smile still on his face as he looked down at you in the dark. “'Course I’m sure. Go get your shoes, baby, and I’ll see you on the shuttle.” Joel spun you toward the nearest door to the barn, lightly smacking your ass go get you moving.
You yelped, swatting at his hand with a glare.
“Go on, before I ruin that pretty dress of yours in the dirt out here,” he told you, a smirk on his face as he nodded his chin toward the door. You rolled your eyes, acquiescing to his instructions.
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It took Joel no time to get you down the hall from the packed elevator and to his room. He clumsily tapped his keycard against the sensor, stamping kisses along the side of your neck as you giggled in the cage of his arms.
Finally he got it to unlock, tightening an arm around your waist as he pushed the door open. Joel took wide, staggered steps on either side of your body as he ushered you inside.
As soon as the door snapped shut he was already lifting the bottom of your dress, kisses turning into bites on the curve of your neck. “Jo-el,” you whined through giggles as you grabbed the forearm he’d locked around your waist.
“Unfair that you’re this fucking pretty,” he mumbled, making your face heat up as you tried to protest. Joel shushed you by grabbing a handful of the meat of your thigh, groaning in your ear.
“How’s it unfair?” you managed to ask, your head spinning from the overwhelming presence of Joel. His rough, calloused hands were groping at your soft flesh, his lips sucking marks on your neck like you were teenagers.
The room was relatively untouched, his open suitcase on the stand near the large windows on the far side of the room. The curtains were slightly open, moonlight filtering in. “S’unfair that I didn’t meet you sooner,” Joel said, scraping his blunt teeth over the sensitive spot just under your earlobe. You shivered in his arms.
He separated from you just enough to shuck his suit jacket that he had haphazardly put on for the shuttle, tossing it on the little sofa in the room. You turned after stepping out of your heels, linking your hands behind Joel’s neck and pulling him in for another kiss.
Joel smiled into it, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you flush against his body. “You still wanna do this?” His fingers moved to your spine and played with the zipper on the back of your dress, looking down at you as he waited for your answer. "Don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be,” you murmured, carding your fingers in his thick curls.
Joel just groaned, pressing you flush against him as he captured you in another needy kiss. He pulled the zipper of your dress down in one fluid motion, making a shiver prickle up the length of your spine.
“Let me see ya, baby,” he said against your mouth, pulling the thick straps of your dress down your arms.
You let the fabric pool at your feet, your sheer, skin-colored bra and panties leaving little to the imagination. A wave of insecurity flashed over you, your skin suddenly feeling stretched too tight over your body as your face and neck heated up.
You were too aware of the parts of yourself that you didn’t like: the dimpled flesh on the outside of your thighs and the hairs you hadn’t plucked away because the wedding was the last place you thought you’d find a one night stand. A wobbly smile formed, your instinct making you bury your face in Joel’s neck to hide.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear his praise. His massive hands ran down your sides, thumbing at the mesh of your bra and panties before he started moving you backwards.
Your calves hit the bed, making you squawk in an unflattering way as Joel lowered you to the mattress. “You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck until he was kissing and sucking at your sternum. He nudged your knees apart with his free hand, his other forearm planted on the mattress to hold his weight off of you. He slotted himself in the space between your thighs as his tongue laved over your nipple through the mesh fabric of your bra.
The noise that came out of your throat was embarrassing. Your breath turned into a strangled moan, eyebrows pinching together. The sensation only made your arousal increase tenfold, spine already arching to press your tit against his mouth.
Joel chuckled, soft brown eyes ticking up to look at your face. “That sensitive?” he said, more of a statement than a question. You found yourself nodding anyway. He thumbed at your other nipple, making it bud against the thin fabric and pulling another whine from your throat. He snickered.
“Don’t tease,” you huffed, wiggling your hips and lightly squeezing his sides with your knees.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Joel muttered, a smile stretching on his lips as he rolled the pad of his thumb over your nipple again. He placed kisses along your stomach, making you suck in the soft flesh on reflex. His coarse facial hair tickled your skin, making you giggle a bit as he continued to work his way down your form.
“Just wanna taste ya, okay?” Joel asked, his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His thick fingers hooked into your panties, manipulating your legs so he could pull them off and toss them somewhere in the room. He pressed your legs apart before you could snap them shut, a seed of worry taking root in your mind as you looked down at him.
You’d never been so self-conscious during a hook-up before, but for some reason Joel felt different. Your thoughts were preoccupied on how you looked from his vantage point, if you smelled alright and if anything looked weird.
“Been wanting to taste you all night, ever since I saw you standing up there during that damn ceremony.”
He spread you apart with his thumbs, eyes focused on your already wet pussy as a smirk stretched across his features. He just stared, making you want to crawl back into yourself. Then the feeling of his tongue on your clit makes you forget your worries, your face scrunching as you moaned. Joel hooked your leg over his shoulder, your heel pressing against his back as he pushed your thighs even further apart.
You couldn’t remember a time when you’d been so soaked before, sticky arousal practically gushing out of you. Joel’s wide tongue licked long stripes up your cunt, careful to practically gulp down everything that he could. He was groaning as he ate you out, his big hands digging into your waist to pull you closer. The coarse hair of his beard was rough against the soft skin of your inner thighs
“Oh–oh god, Joel,” you sighed, propping yourself up on an elbow so you could look at him.
Your thighs were quaking, pressing against his ears as your hips twitched. Joel’s dark eyes were hazy and half lidded as he lapped over your clit, working with a focus you’d never experienced with any other man. He looked beautiful between your legs, belly-down on the mattress and still dressed in his button down shirt and slacks.
One of his hands left your hip, snaking up your stomach to reach blindly until he cupped your breast. He pulled at the cup of your bra, revealing your peaked nipple. The bud was immediately pinched between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back as you let out another whine of his name.
Joel dipped down to shove his searing tongue inside of you as his nose bumped into the swollen bead of your clit. A bolt of lightning ricocheted up your spine, a gasp leaving you. It felt so good you could almost cry, your chest heaving and hips clumsily grinding toward his mouth. You were already starting to tremble, pleasure sparking in the pit of your stomach as he mouthed at you.
And then he pulled back.
“Joel!” you yelped, starting to sit up as your gaze hardened into a glare. Your pussy clenched around nothing, neglected and empty with an interrupted orgasm.
He huffed a laugh, looking down at you as he knelt on the bed in front of you. “You’re right, baby, that’s my name,” he teased, his voice deep and smokey.
He grabbed you roughly by the hips, pulling so you fell to your back again. “You fucker–” Joel cut you off by pressing the backs of your knees until you were bent in half, a brief show of just how strong he was. His calloused hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, readjusting you again so the small of your back was propped up against his quads. You’d never been in this angle before, your pussy the highest point of your body as he pushed his forearms against your thighs to keep you still.
Joel’s hot breath washed over your cunt before he delved back into it, greedy as he started sucking on your clit. With the way you were contorted, you were completely helpless, any attempt to move your hips just made your thighs push uselessly against his arms. You were soaking, your arousal dripping down to your asshole as you whimpered pathetically.
He went at a leisurely pace, taking his time to tongue at you and lick long stripes from your perineum to your clit. Your hands were clenching in the white comforter on the hotel bed, your chest heaving. There was something about being completely at his mercy that made your head spin.
You wanted to be greedy, take everything he would give you; but, Joel was in no rush, languidly pressing his face into your pussy despite your best efforts to get him to speed up.
It was overwhelming in all the right ways, your head spinning as you watched Joel lick at you like he wanted to consume every part of you. Joel cupped your breast in a hand, strumming his thumb lightly over your nipple to keep it stimulated as you gasped.
You were delirious by the time he sunk two fingers into you, almost making you scream. Joel took a few breaths, his pink lips swollen and shiny with your arousal as he studied your expression. You could hardly think straight, strings of curses mixed with his name falling from your lips as you panted like a bitch in heat.
The squelching sound of his fingers lazily pumping into your pussy filled the hotel room, loud enough to make your cheeks burn. You wetted your lips, trying to catch your breath beneath Joel.
“So fucking tight around my fingers,” Joel mumbled, the words muffled and wet because he didn’t pull away. It didn’t even feel like he was talking to you, communing with your pussy instead. The praise went directly to your head, making you tighten around his fingers. You threaded a hand in his hair, keeping his mouth pressed against you. “Tastes just as good as I expected.”
“Oh… oh my god,” you breathed, your climax building toward its precipice.
Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, just barely speeding up the rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His thumb on your nipple followed suit, matching the motion as tears filled your eyes. Your fingers threaded into his curls, your brows furrowed as you pulled on his hair. He grunted against you, not letting up as he worked you up toward the edge.
When you came it was a whole body event. Your legs trembled, hips burning from the awkward angle Joel had bent you into. Your back arched, breath pausing in your chest. Your cunt clenched around his fingers, sucked tight and feeling every inch of them inside you. The pleasure was white-hot as it coursed through you, leaving your nerves buzzing and your ears ringing as your body went limp.
“So pretty when you come,” Joel said, his thick fingers still deep inside you.
You were almost nonverbal, your response a delirious sob as you looked up at Joel with watery eyes. He caressed your cheek, gently stroking your jaw and thumb wiping over your lower lip. You kissed the pad of it out of reflex, the motion making his expression soften for a moment.
Then he started to massage the spongy spot inside of your dripping pussy, making your eyes roll back. “Too sensitive,” you whined, grabbing onto his forearm in a weak attempt to stop him.
“Trust me, baby, I’ve got you,” he said in that syrupy tone, gaze still locked on your face as you squirmed. He took his hand away from your cheek, holding one of your legs to keep you still as he fucked his fingers into you. “You can do one more for me, right?”
The need to please him made you nod, taking in a deep and shaky breath. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your mouth dropping open and your back arching. The overstimulation made you tremble, your whole body squirming. Breaths kept huffing out of you, your brows pinched tight as you tried to relax. It was hard to think straight, hell, it was hard to even breathe.
Joel pulled his fingers out of you for a moment to strum over your swollen clit, only touching you with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He continued until you were straining against him, moaning and sobbing his name. It was like he was carved from stone, hardly giving you any leeway as he kept you in place. The pressure in you built faster this time, it was almost embarrassing how quick he was able to get you to the edge.
“Joel, Joel, Joel–ohmygod,” you gasped, reaching for purchase against his thigh. His dress pants were soft under your fingers as you squeezed, your body practically vibrating.
“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured soothingly, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your thigh as his fingers hooked back into you.
Joel fucked you on them at a ruthless pace as his thumb rolled over the crest of your sex, your mouth opening in a wordless cry as you fell into your second orgasm of the night. You were completely lost, your eyes squeezed shut as your muscles spasmed against the restraint of Joel’s arms. White noise filled your mind, your body melting against Joel’s thighs and the bed as your legs fell open even further.
He rubbed along the seam of your cunt soothingly, calloused fingers working you through the aftershocks. Your eyes were completely hazed when you looked up at him, splayed on the bed like every bone had been pulled from your body. He looked positively giddy, his wet fingers smearing on your thigh as he rubbed your legs in an effort to help you come back to yourself.
Joel let you off of him, returning your spine to the mattress as he leaned over you to give you a kiss. You hummed into it, smelling and tasting your salty-sweet slick on his lips and facial hair. “Please fuck me,” you begged between presses of his mouth, desperation easy to hear in your tone.
“‘Course I will, baby,” he said, getting off the bed to quickly undress himself. You shakily sat up, unclipping your bra at your back and tossing it aside.
Joel was impressive, his body rippled with muscles beneath a layer of fat that told you he was eating well. Your gaze dragged down him, mouth watering as you finally saw his cock. It was big, the same tanned tone of his skin with a flushed tip. It jutted from a patch of trimmed, dark hair that was accentuated by the happy trail beneath his navel. You swallowed thickly, pussy clenching at the thought of him fucking you into the mattress.
You kissed him eagerly as he got back on the bed, part of you so desperate to please him. Joel was older than you, so much more experienced, you just wanted him to like you.
He grunted, curling a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close. His other hand traveled down your body, massaging your hip with his thumb. You were putty in his hands, your own arms in a loop around his neck.
“Lay down,” Joel mumbled against the hinge of your jaw, nipping at the bone. You whimpered, fingers digging into the broad muscle of his shoulders as you complied. Joel ran a hand over you, sliding it down the valley between your breasts and over your soft stomach.
The backs of your thighs were pressed against his quads as he took himself in his hand, sliding the blunt head of his cock along your pussy. You clenched around nothing, desperate and wanting. “Joel, please.”
You couldn’t take waiting anymore.
He smirked, notching himself at your entrance and obliging you. Joel pressed and pressed and pressed until his hips were completely snug against yours. He split you in half across the width of his cock, moving slow to give you some time to adjust. It felt like he’d consumed all of the extra space in your body, you even felt him in your throat.
You breathed brokenly, back arched and hips twitching as you struggled to find a comfortable position. You weren’t a virgin–weren’t anything close to it, really–but it felt just as overwhelming as your first time.
Joel bent over you, his elbows on either side of your head carrying his weight as he ground his hips against yours. His forehead pressed into your shoulder, a heated groan rumbling from his chest. It was hard to make sense of things, rattled breaths filling your chest as your mind whirred uselessly. He peppered kisses over your face, his lips wet and warm as he showered you in affection.
Then he moved his hips, the roll of them slow and syrupy and making you nearly choke. You grabbed at his biceps, an attempt to anchor yourself to him as he started to rut his hips into yours. He made room for himself with every press of his cock, molding you to the shape of him.
Joel collected your leg with a rough hand, pushing your knee toward your chest. He let it come to rest in the curve of his elbow, palm pressed flat to the comforter as he spread you open wider. Your hips protested as he splayed you apart, the discomfort easily taking a backseat to your pleasure.
You keened, mouth falling open as he sank even deeper inside of you. Your breaths came out in little mewls, matching Joel’s grunts as you met each thrust with a weak roll of your hips. His lips were at your throat, sucking more marks into the skin and his facial hair scratching against you. “Goddamn, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” Joel groaned into the curve of your neck, still keeping an even rhythm
You let out a breathy laugh–you felt the same way about him. He lifted himself to get a better look at you, dark brown eyes as warm as the summer sun as his gaze drifted all the way down to where his cock was buried in you. He grunted at the sight, pupils dilating like drops of ink in water.
His free hand lifted off its elbow, his weight shifting to one side so he could wet the pad of his thumb with a lick of his tongue. You were making sounds you couldn’t control, each thrust pushing a small gasp from your throat. Then, Joel dropped his hand to your lower abdomen, gently tracing the curve of your belly down into the soft thatch of hair you hadn’t bothered to shave.
A calloused thumb found your clit, swirling over it with a confident pressure in a way that made your eyes nearly roll back in your skull. Joel was pounding into the spot that made you see stars, merciless in his pace. “Joel… oh god…”
You could feel the flutter of your orgasm starting, your legs trembled against his arm and the curve of his waist. You chanted his name like a prayer, overstimulated tears starting to squeeze out of the corners of your eyes and roll into your hairline. He just soldiered on, grinding his thumb over your clit as he worked you higher and higher toward the edge.
A rattling gasp escaped your throat as you pulsed around Joel, your brows pinching and your body stiffening beneath his. You could feel the release from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head, your nails digging into his thick biceps as the flickering pleasure turned into a full on forest fire. You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto the mattress with you as you held him close.
“Fuck,” Joel moaned into your neck. His thrusts became sloppy fast, his discipline gone to the wayside now that he made you come on his cock. You felt him twitch inside you, his breath coming out in hot huffs against the curve of your shoulder. His hand grabbed your hip, pulling you down to match his frantic thrusts as he moaned your name into your skin.
You wanted to pull his head away from you so you could see how his face looked when he finished. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, his hips grinding tight to yours as he came inside of you. You moaned with him, the feeling of being filled up by him satiating a need you didn’t know you had as you dragged your blunt nails on his scalp.
Joel finally collapsed, the weight of his body pressing down on you as you combed your fingers through his hair. His hips were cradled by your legs, sweat slicking your skin wherever it was pressed together. You breathed against one another, pulling each other close as you basked in the afterglow.
You were sharing the same air, pressing loose kisses to each other's warm skin as you melted into each other for an unknown amount of time. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours.
“We should clean up,” you finally breathed, able to come back to yourself.
Joel nodded against your neck, you felt it more than you saw it. You giggled after he didn’t move, still leaving you helpless and pinned beneath him. He seemed to make himself even more comfortable, arms constricting around you and face nuzzling closer to your throat.
“Joel,” you chastised, lightly shoving at his shoulder. It was half-hearted and meaningless–you were more than content to stay here all night if you had to.
“I like how you say that, Joel,” he said, mimicking your voice in an annoyingly high-pitched tone. It made you laugh, throwing your head back against the comforter as you shook it.
He hissed, pulling away from you just enough to prop himself up on an elbow. “You clench around me like a fucking vise when you laugh like that, baby,” Joel muttered, swirling his fingertips over your skin. He didn’t move to pull out of you quite yet, the two of you relishing in the intimacy of your embrace.
A slow smirk crossed his face, his dark eyes flickering back up to meet yours. “Plus, what’s the point of cleaning up if I’m not done with you yet?”
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Needless to say, you were sneaking out of his room when the dregs of sunlight started streaming through the hotel room windows, sore and exhausted, with his phone number typed into your phone and his hickeys all over your skin.
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we have chemistry
warnings: college!ellie x college!reader, stoner!ellie, chronically ill reader (not specific, just mentions of fatigue and a medical accommodation for a single room for plot reasons lol), weed usage (Ellie and reader), mild language, briefly proofread, no use of y/n minors dni! smut in 3rd section! top!ellie, some degradation, praise (reader called a good girl, pretty girl, etc., ellie told she's doing a good job), SO MUCH CONSENT WE <3 CONSENT, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), aftercare.
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You didn't want to be taking organic chemistry. Nobody in that class did--not even the chemistry majors. But as finals season rolled around, you found yourself spending extra time to make sure that it would at least be worth your while. Needless to say, not everybody shared the same drive.
As the clock hit 8:49am on the last class before the exam, everybody started shoving their laptops away despite the professor's continuing drone. To your right there was an extra loud snap! as the student beside you--an auburn-haired girl you'd never seen before--shut the screen with finality. You shot her a glare, gently closing your notebook as people began to trickle out.
"You're smart, right?"
You angled your face towards the sound, assuming somebody was having a side conversation close by. Instead, you found yourself face to face with striking green eyes leaning to reach your line of sight.
"Hi. Yeah, you. You're using an actual notebook and have all the fancy pens and shit, so...are you smart?"
Your eyebrows drew together slightly as you shrugged with one shoulder. "I try, I guess. Um...why?"
One corner of the girl's mouth picked up. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've literally never been to this class before. My grade sucks. But I really don't want to retake this shit. Do you think you could help me?"
You stared at her incredulously, mentally calculating the equation of audacity and arrogance it must take to expect a complete stranger to help despite a clear lack of effort.
You opened your mouth slightly to say some variation of hell fucking no, who do you think you are anyways?, maybe you should have considered that before skipping literally every other class meeting when she stuck out her hand. "I'm Ellie, by the way. I'll pay you for helping me." When you hesitated to shake it, she added a "please".
You rolled your eyes, shaking the girl--Ellie's--hand with slightly too much force. "Fine. Whatever. Give me your number." You slid your phone across the table, already open to the contacts app, and watched as she typed.
"You're a lifesaver! Thank you..." she asked, pausing for your name. You gave it. "Thank you."
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Getting back to your dorm and settling into bed for a nap, you briefly texted the number now in your phone as "Ellie" with the last name "Wehavechemistry".
hey
Almost immediately, three dots popped up.
hey there. do you like my contact? lmao
i mean, we do have chemistry together. so like...sure?
no no no. i meant like...we have chemistry. wink wink nudge nudge. and my last name starts with a w so it's funny. do you get it?
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it's funny.
yeah yeah sure. very funny. hahaha. anyways.
when did you want to come over? i'm free all weekend, and the final's monday. sooooo
oh shit
didn't realize the final was monday
ummmmmmmm how does tomorrow at 8pm work? do you have a roommate or something we need to accommodate for?
no, no roommate. tomorrow at 8pm works fine for me. see you then, ellie.
:)
Turns out, texting with Ellie wasn't all that insufferable. She was friendlier than you expected, and every time you put your phone down to try and fall asleep you found your heart beating too fast at every notification to actually put it down.
Instead, you kept the conversation going until 8pm the next day rolled around, when instead of a text you got three loud raps at the door.
Opening it up, you saw Ellie in the same hoodie as yesterday. This time, her hair was slightly damp and she smelled like...old spice and something pungent and earthy. Did she shower already?
"Hey," you said, suddenly feeling awkward and over dressed in your jean shorts and crop top, hair still done from that afternoon. "You can come in."
Ellie grinned at you as she slid in the door. "We have a semester of schoolwork to cover. Hope you're prepared for a long night," she said.
"Trust me, I am. Did you bring anything?" You asked, looking for a bag as she climbed on to your bed.
"Nope. Not school stuff, anyways." Curious, you tossed your notebook towards her and watched as she pulled a pre-rolled joint and lighter from her hoodie pocket. "I'm assuming you don't smoke since you're like, a nerd, but do you mind if I do?"
You shook your head, dropping your jaw in false offense. "How lame do you think I am? Just because I actually go to class doesn't mean I'm a nerd."
Ellie shot you a disbelieving look, but handed you the joint anyways as you joined her on the bed. "Here, have the first hit. As a thank you for helping me out."
She lit it for you as you inhaled, passing her the weed and opening your notebook. "If this keeps you from retaining information that's not my fault. Just saying."
"Trust me, I'm so alert right now it's crazy. All of tonight is gonna be stuck in my memory for a while."
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The room gradually grew darker, lit only by your adjusting lamp and the last smoldering ashes of the joint as you reached halfway through the notebook.
You breathed heavily through your nose, looking at Ellie seriously. "It's so late. We're not going to finish this tonight."
As she looked up at you, you suddenly noticed how much closer you two had moved over the course of the night. Had your thighs been touching the whole time? Has her breath always been so close it's hitting your cheek? Why did she have to smell so good?
Your own breath caught in your throat as she leaned even closer to you, placing a hand so close to your leg you could feel the fabric of her sweatshirt against her bare thigh. Almost imperceptibly, her gaze flickered down to your chest, now rapidly rising and falling.
"How set do you think I am for this stupid final?" Ellie asked seriously, a rasp in her voice either from smoke or the lowered pitch.
"You picked up on everything really well, so at least the first half I think you'll do fine."
She grabbed your left hand in both of hers, causing your breath to catch again. Her eyes flickered down again, this time lingering longer. Following her gaze, you noticed the top of your bra peeking out.
"Sorry," you said, quickly adjusting your shirt to cover it as heat spread through your body.
"No, no, you're fine. Sorry for looking," she said. You looked at her face, watching as her eyes seemed to trace the shape of your shoulders and the line of your throat.
The air thickened with tension, but you found yourself not wanting Ellie to leave yet. "So, why did you take this class anyways? If you didn't want to go?"
Finally, she met your eyes. "I need a chemistry for my major. Astronomy. I thought I would like this one, but didn't realize it was a fucking 8am when I signed up. By the time I realized I wasn't going to make it up that early it was too late to drop." She shrugged. "What about you? Big chemistry fan?"
You snorted. "Not really, but I also needed a chemistry for my major. I like the 8ams, it lets me have afternoons free to sleep. That's why I don't have a roommate--medical accommodations for fatigue or whatever." She nodded along, genuinely listening.
"Well, hopefully I don't have to retake this class. Next time there probably won't be a pretty girl willing to help me out."
You smiled at her, breathing sharply out of your nose in a laugh. "We'll see what we can do."
A beat of silence washed over you before Ellie pointed towards the pride flag on your wall with her chin. "So...are you..." She began, causing you to laugh full out this time.
"Yeah. Obviously, I'd hope, but if you're feminine people tend to assume otherwise I guess." You smiled and looked at her. "Are you?"
Ellie placed a hand on her chest. "I'm hurt you had to ask. I've been trying to flirt with you since I got your number, babe."
Oh.
"Oh."
She leaned back a little. "I can cut it out, if you want. I couldn't tell if you were into it or not."
Without giving her time to continue doubting, you sprung forward and attached your lips to hers. Threading your fingers in her hair and breathing in as you pulled back.
"So...you are into it?"
"I'm a little dense, Ellie. Don't let the color-coded notes fool you. But yes. Now that I know...I'm into it."
She smiled at you with one side of her mouth again, this time leaning forward to kiss you first. Lips opening slightly, you felt her body around yours as her hands found the bed and pushed you on to your back.
Ellie pushed her tongue gently into your mouth, settling between your legs as they fell open. As you felt her weight between your hips, you groaned a little.
Whining a little as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut as Ellie threaded her fingers through the hair by your ear. "Is this supposed to be my payment?" you asked, leaning into her touch.
"Shut up," she said playfully, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it was more forceful, teeth bumping against teeth as your tongues chased each other. Too focused on the overwhelming sensation of Ellie's mouth on your own, you broke the kiss to moan in surprise when you felt her knee push against your core.
Using the opportunity to trail her mouth down your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck, Ellie asked "is this okay, baby?" between kisses. You nodded before remembering she couldn't see you, instead responding with a slightly choked "yes."
In response, her lips attached right behind your ear as her teeth sunk into you and she began to suck. You groaned, bucking your hips against her knee. Kindly, she began to push it back into you, laughing into your neck as you continued whimpering.
"What?" you asked. "Why are you laughing?"
Ellie pulled away from the spot she had been working into your collarbone, meeting your eyes. "You're just so pretty. Can't believe I have you falling apart for me and I've barely touched you."
Your mouth fell open at her words, groaning. Ellie's mouth found yours again, her hands reaching for your tits over your shirt. "Can't blame me for looking at these," she said between kisses, "You look so good in this shirt."
"Take it off, then," you said. You sounded braver than you felt, your stomach doing absolute flips as the girl over you quickly complied to reveal your lacy nude bra.
"I like this," she said softly. "I want it off, though. Is that okay, pretty?" You nodded. The bra was nothing special--just comfy and the right color. If Ellie liked it, though, it was now one of your favorites.
Her mouth moved down your chin and neck to attach to your left nipple, bringing a hand to your opposite hip as she sucked and licked lightly. Your hips continued to buck against her knee, which was now stationary as you essentially rode her thigh.
Chuckling a little, Ellie looked up at you and began unbuttoning your shorts. "Knew you'd be needy. What kind of thoughts are you hiding from me?" she asked, pulling off your bottoms and panties in one go when you lifted your hips to help.
You smiled a little watching her eyes attach themselves to the spot between your legs. "What can I say?" you said. "Maybe I'm a little slutty if the right girl has me under her."
This seemed to light something in Ellie, who watched your face as she brought your face down to your pussy. Close enough to feel her breath, her eyes gleamed as she moved away from your hips chasing her.
"Please," you asked, voice breaking. "Please, Ellie."
"Guess you are a slut, huh? Begging for me already." Whatever response you had was cut off by a screaming moan as her mouth attached itself to you, immediately lapping at your clit before interspersing it with longer licks. Your legs shut around her face as your hands grabbed into her hair, pulling a little as you noticed the groan she made at the pressure.
"That feels so good, Ellie." Her motions sped up at this, and you hurriedly repeated the phrase as she focused more attention on your clit. Feeling everything tighten, you wrapped your ankles around her back as your hips lifted almost completely off the bed. Still attached to you, Ellie fully moaned as you pulled her hair and came over her face.
Whimpering softly as she pulled away, you audibly groaned when she looked up at you and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "You did so good, baby. Do you have another one in you?"
You quickly nodded, feeling words escape you. All you wanted was for her to say you did good again.
Ellie leaned into you, placing her head into the crook of your neck as her fingers ghosted lightly over your hips, stomach, and thighs. Finally, you felt them dip into the pool of wet that had collected in your cunt. Spreading the mix of saliva, cum, and arousal up to your clit and around your hole, she slowly pushed a slender finger into you. Your back arched off the bed when she began pumping it in and out, chuckling against your neck.
"Such a pretty girl. You're doing so good," she whispered. Your moans grew louder at her words and she pushed another finger in. "Good girl," she breathed, kissing your neck and jaw as she worked into you.
"Ellie," you gasped. "Ellie, please."
"What, baby?"
"Please, Ellie, please. Wanna cum."
You felt her lips quirk up against your collarbone as she added a thumb to your clit and a curl to her fingers. Quicker than you'd ever been able to get there yourself, you felt the tightening of your gut. She swallowed your moans with a sloppy kiss, gently catching your bottom lip between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. She used her other hand to hold on to your hair at the scalp as you writhed, second orgasm shuddering through your body.
"Good girl," she said as she worked you through it. Sitting up, she wiped her fingers on your thighs before moving up up to let you rest your head on her chest. "You did so good, baby. My smart, pretty, good girl."
You whimpered a little, not prepared to speak just yet. Ellie seemed to understand and didn't push you, holding you and playing with your hair until you leaned back to smile at her.
"That was good. Thank you," you told her, leaning in for a kiss that tasted of your sweat and pussy.
Ellie broke away, moving the hand wrapped around your waist to grab something out of your back pocket. She placed it on your bare chest, tucking it between your tits.
"What do I look like, a prostitute?" you asked. "Much love to them, but..."
Ellie raised her eyebrows. "I mean, you fuck like a professional, but this is for helping me study."
You grabbed the bill and pushed it back into her pocket. "Save it for next time. We need to finish that notebook if you want to actually pass this class."
Ellie kissed the top of your head. "How does tomorrow work?"
A/N this is basically a self insert...my bad. tried to make it as inclusive to different readers as possible. let me know if there's anything I can improve on!! <3
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the girl next door 13
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.
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This lewk but silverfox
You sit on the other end of the long sectional as your mother continues to rumble. You’re happy at least that she’s getting rest, more relieved that she isn’t cognizant enough to track your every misstep. You choose a movie you’ve heard of; the synopsis seems okay. You only really watch the old DVDs your mother bought a decade ago.
You lean into the armrest as Steve reappears and puts down a large bowl of popcorn on the low coffee table, along with two bottles of clear soda. The very stuff your mom tried to forbid you. It’s the one thing you can say for him, he doesn’t let her ruin his fun. You wish you could be that strong.
“Let me get the lights,” he goes to shut off the lamp and you blink as the screen blares bright in the sudden dim. “Better.”
He surprises you as he comes back and sits between you and your mom’s snoring form. You press yourself tighter to the arm rest. The couch is pretty big but next to him, it’s cramped. He sighs contentedly and he reaches forward for the bowl of popcorn. He offers you some and not wanting to be impolite, you take a few kernels off the top.
You stare at the television as you nibble. You try to block out the room around you as the opening credits give way to the intro. You flinch as Steve nudges you, offering the bottle of cane soda. You thank him and sip slowly, nursing it as you make sense of the dialogue on screen. You don’t think the movie is very good, you’re almost embarrassed you chose it.
The barely established meet-cute brews to sudden culmination in a bed, shot with flowery music and slow-down shots that stretch out the manufactured intimacy. Steve clears his throat as you shift, pressing your mouth to the bottle to hide your discomfort. You should have checked the rating before you hit play.
Well, you are an adult. These things are normal right. Sex might be a mystery to you but he’s old enough to know a lot more. It’s probably nothing to him. You lean forward to put the half-finished soda on the coaster and sit back, wiping your slightly damp hand on your tee shirt.
As the scene ends, you exhale in relief, squeezing your legs tightly together as you keep them bent beside you. God. This is really boring. You lay your head down on your arm as you lean into the armrest. Your eyes barely cling to the television as the colours blur to fuzzy orbs.
You yawn, the effect of the sun setting in as the windows darken completely. The day of standing outside in the heat, sweeping and mopping, and scrubbing, it all gathers over your eyelids. No wonder your mother was so quick to pass out; she had better reason for it too.
You yawn quietly as you sense the shadow next to your stir. You glance over and see how Steve’s arm extends over the back of the couch. The glow of the television limns his features as he watches intently. You’re slumped down, almost sideways, well away from his thick bicep resting over the back cushion.
You drop your head back down and blink long and hard. The itchiness in your eyes is too much to resist. You sink down into a foggy haze, tinted softly by the hue of the television, the voices droning to low murmurs.
As you drift on the tides of your unconscious, there’s sudden rolls in the water. A wave rolls over you, leaving you dizzy as the world moves around you. You groggily grumble as your eyelids slit and you catch sight of the large screen. You descend back into sleep, nape thrumming with unease but too tired to rouse.
The abrupt change in tone jars you. Your eyes snap open as the credits roll white on black. You snort and rub your cheek, taking in your bearings little by little. You’re on your side, a pillow under your head, your legs slightly bent and lifted. A coolness settles on your stomach and you tug down your rumble shirt as it exposes your midriff.
You babble as you raise your head and peek over with a flutter of lashes.
A soothing sensation runs up and down your pajama pants. You see Steve’s silhouette cast against the greater darkness. His hands move up and down your legs, rubbing and kneading your thighs, fingertips edging along the crease between them. You whimper and straighten your legs stiffly, turning to drag yourself up.
His touch falls away almost immediately. He seems to jerk awake himself and shakes his head. He sniffs and rubs his cheek.
You bend your legs to your chest and gape at him. What was he doing?
“Movie’s over,” he proclaims, his voice gritty, unlike you’ve heard before, “you were sleeping so sound... didn’t wanna wake you.”
You look at your knees and hug them. You’re not crazy. He was touching you, but maybe it was innocent. Maybe that’s just how he is. Touchy-feely. Your mom’s not the type so you’re just not used to it.
He sits forward and grabs the remote. He turns of the TV, sending you into bleak blackness. You sift through the shadows until you can make out the undefined shapes of furniture around you. Steve stands, the couch shifting with his weight, and a light blooms from his grasp. He shines his phone around, first at you, then your mother.
“Better get her to bed. She’ll be sore,” he nears and holds out his phone, directing the light away from you, “wanna get this? Lead the way?”
You take it and nod, standing with effort as your muscles rack across your back, though your legs feel noodle-ish. You aim the light towards the doorway as Steve bends over your mother and lifts her up with a grunt. He pauses and turns back, waiting for you to go ahead of him.
“Upstairs,” he directs you in a grizzly whisper.
You obey, going forward as you hold the phone high, making certain to illuminate the way ahead clearly. You turn up the stairs and when you get to the stop, you pause again. Steve lingers behind you.
“Down towards the studio and across the hall from that,” he says.
You go forward as he tells you and stop out the bedroom, shining the light inside but not breaking the threshold. He pauses, as if waiting for you to enter, then passes you and uses his elbow to hit the light switch. You lower the phone and watch him lay your mother down on the large bed.
You don’t know what to do as you stand awkwardly in the hall. You watch his muscular back as he props your mother’s head on a pillow and covers her up. She’s still snoring, louder than you’ve ever heard. You're surprised she hasn’t woken up.
“I could take the couch,” you offer. “Or go home.”
“And sleep in that house all alone,” he faces you, crossing the room. He reaches for you and you shy away. You look down as he grasps at your hand and you give him the phone.
“Sorry,” you mutter.
“Thanks,” he taps the screen and the light shuts off. “I can’t let you take the couch. I got a guest bed.” He points you to the room beside his studio, “just in there.”
You retreat and stop by the closed door, waiting for him to open it. He twists the knob and pushes inside. He goes in ahead of you as he reveals the interior, flipping another switch to spark the overhead light. You peek around him as he enters.
The room is gorgeous. It reminds you of one of those you saw in your mom’s home magazines. It’s a bit girlier than you would expect of its owner but it’s pretty. The white quilt on the bed is white, speckled in bunches of purple petals, and the four posts drape with sheer lilac coloured canopy. The white night tables have an antique style to their feet and handles, and a matching vanity stands against the wall. The velvet stool before it has a back that resembles a clamshell.
“I ordered the bedding online but they sent the wrong pattern,” he approaches the bed and touches his forehead, “but it doesn’t really matter, I guess.”
“It’s nice,” you rub your arm as you inch inside. “Thanks, er, it’s fine.”
The bed is much bigger than your twin. It’s too much space just for you. The room itself must be double your own.
“Yeah, no problem, let me know if you need anything,” he backs away from the bed.
“Thanks,” you mumble again, biting your thumb.
“Did you enjoy the movie?” He asks as he hovers close to the door.
“Er,” you shrug.
“Yeah, kinda cheesy,” he chuckles. “But I can’t complain for good company.”
You stare at the bed. You’re tired. Your scratch your eye and try not to yawn.
“Go on, tuck in, I’ll get the light.”
He stands by the door, waiting and watching.
You lift the corner of the covers and carefully slip in, staying on the edge. As you lay back, the light flicks off.
“Night, sweetie,” he says before he pulls the door shut.
The door doesn’t catch and as he walks away, you hear the creak as it opens just an inch. You pull the blankets snug around you and turn onto your side. You just want to sleep so the morning comes sooner.
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Super Hearing
Homelander x Reader
Word Count: 927
Summary: You forget Homelander has super hearing, while trying to explain something to your friend in a crowded coffee shop.
Warnings: None.
Masterlist
Sandra’s voice drones on and on about the way climate change is ruining everything. You sip on your tea with a disgruntled look. She promised shopping and gossip, not channel five news. Your attention is caught when the bell beside you chimes. Letting everyone know a new customer walked in.
Your eyes widen in shock, this is the last place you’d expect to see him. The Homelander, at Starbucks. It helped that he had his son with him, his eyes ,almost as wide as yours, look at the extensive menu. This must be his first time. You look at his childlike wonder and remember being 14 and ordering cake pops with Sandra.
You look across from you and your jaw drops. “Sandy! Look who it is!” You whisper. She rolls her eyes, not fond of him. “God, please let the earth swallow me whole.” She says, dramatically resting her head on the table.
“You know I can’t stand him, or any supe for that matter.” She says rolling her eyes at your excitement. “Well. You know how I feel, I respect him, the good he does far out weighs the bad. He’s earned being a cocky ass.”
Speaking of ass, you take the time to admire his, he was wearing his suit, but no cape, must be too dramatic for errands with a kid. Someone blocked your view. A stereotype of a woman stands behind him, tapping his shoulder with her bottle tanned hand and long fingernails. “Can I get a picture?” You swear her voice sounded normal but it shot hot streaks through your veins, filling you with an annoyance.
“Sure thing.” He says, plastering a fake smile on, that looked like it hurt. He leans over for the picture, keeping a foot of space between them, even though it was obvious she wanted him to wrap his arm around her for the picture. You scoff, “He’s here being a dad to Ryan, why even bother him with pictures?”.
You see as the barista throws herself at Homelander as he orders for Ryan. She’s leaned halfway over the counter, her top buttons recently undone. “Look how tense he is right now, he probably never catches a break from women.” You say, never taking your eyes off him.
“I bet he has a new one of them in his bed every night.” Sandra says, downing the rest of her black coffee. You shrug your shoulders, it was probably true, you’d be one of those girls too, if you had the chance.
Sipping your tea once more you watch as they stand at the end of the counter, not immune to restaurant wait times. “I just know those girls can’t take care of him like he needs.” You feel bad for him, “They want a big strong supe to wreck them, I bet all he wants is to be cared for, genuinely.”.
Sandra laughs at you and it breaks your attention from the tall man. “As if it would be you.” She laughs again when you shoot her a confused look. “You’re so not his type, skinny blondes seem more in his range.” She says.
Your friends words hurt, but you knew they were true. You could sit in the corner fantasizing about him all day, it wouldn’t change the fact the he would never approach a girl like you. “What’s so wrong with dreaming?” You say, giving your friend a fake laugh to let her know you wanna change conversation topics.
Sandra pulls her phone out when ‘beez in the trap’ starts filling the small Starbucks dining area. “Hello?” She says, and you take the chance to look back over to the supe. Except he’s not standing there anymore, you see Ryan waiting by the front door and before you know it, blue fills your vision. Homelander is at your table, a paper business card in his hand.
You’re dumbfounded for a minute, wondering what it could possibly be. You look up to his face and meet his eyes. They glimmer as if he didn’t expect you to dare make eye contact with him.
“Can I help you, Sir.” You say, not wanting to say the wrong thing and embarrass yourself. Sandra groans from across the table, while still having the phone pressed to her ear, you don’t owe him anything and yet here you were serving yourself up.
“I hope so, call me. That is, if you like cocky asses.” He drops the card on the table and turns towards your friend to give her a grimace, letting her know how dissatisfied he was with her. He walks away without another word. Leading Ryan out of the trendy coffee shop.
Your face turns beet red, he heard you. If he heard you calling him names, then he heard how much you want him, a glimmer of pride sparks in your chest, she was so wrong, maybe you are just his type.
Sandra slides her phone into her purse, silently fuming. “Are you serious right now? We’re supposed to be having a girls day, not picking up guys.” She says, annoyed with everything you do. You wonder if she’s even your real friend.
“We were supposed to go shopping, not sit in Starbucks and talk about ice caps melting.” You shoot back, not letting her bully you any more.
Sandra gives you a look of surprise, like she didn’t expect you to talk back to her. “I think I’m gonna go.” You say, leaving her open mouthed at the table. You had to go celebrate yourself, alone.
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If I were to be in charge of creating a Murderbot film or TV series, I would start with an introduction from Murderbot speaking directly to the audience going something like, “So, you wanted my account of these events for your documentary, but rather than just using my internal memory, I’ve pieced this together using drone footage, the habitat security cameras, and the helmet cams of the team. I’ve cut out all the boring bits and all your messy, human, biological processes. Where I thought it would be helpful to explain my thought process at the time, I’ve added my own commentary to the events. I also thought it needed a bit of ambience, so I’ve used audio clips from the soundtracks of these shows,” list of names like Adventures Through Space and Time, and Pirates of the Sixth Dimension go scrolling up the screen, “to enhance the mood. Overall, I’m pretty proud of it and I think it’s got a much better narrative coherence than a lot of serials I’ve watched but I can give you the raw footage if you really insist.”
Then the entire thing would be filmed as if on in-universe cameras, making use of having drones flying around everywhere constantly to justify wide shots and the like.
We get Murderbot’s sarcastic inner monologue like a commentary track on the whole film.
Anytime we see footage from Murderbot’s perspective, there are text overlays of feeds like IM chat in one corner, and hub alerts in another. There’s also picture-in-picture so that it can see what different groups of people are doing when they’re spread out in the habitat or whatever, and what it’s seeing can be pushed off to one side while it’s paying attention to stuff that’s going on somewhere else (or watching Sanctuary Moon). There should be several moments when a soap opera is taking up basically the entire screen, with some tiny thumbnails down in one corner showing the research crew working or talking or whatever.
Any time someone mentions the company, there’s a blur over that person’s mouth like when footage censors swearing, and the audio has been obviously dubbed over with a slightly different sound quality, or maybe the tone is slightly different. It’s really obvious that something else was said originally and “the company” has been spliced in over the top of whatever was said originally. The only exception is Murderbot’s commentary monologue which just uses “the company” in perfectly normal audio.
Any logos/written text with the name of the company is also obviously censored throughout.
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Door To Door Cannibals
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Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dark Leon, oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, pussy spanking, mommy kink, collar, choking, unprotected sex, heavy breeding kink, mean Leon, crying
not proofread cause i just wanted to write a lil something
Title from Door to Door Cannibals by Chevelle
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“Mmm baby, that’s so good,” Leon’s deep baritone slides over you like a warm blanket.
You can only reply with a throaty whine as you softly suck on his thick cock, throat clicking as you swallow the excess spit and precum before it spills from your lips. With you kneeling between his thighs, he drops lower in his office chair, stretching his legs out on either side of your body.
The droning voices of his coworkers continue on his team call, Leon’s mic and video muted for the time being. His broad hand tangles in your hair, rocking your mouth further down on his dick, fat tip kissing the back of your throat and making you gag. He presses there a beat longer, making you cough and retch until he finally pulls his cock free.
You gasp in a deep breath, thick strands of saliva linking your mouth to his cock with tears dripping from your eyes as he slaps his dick against your lips.
“You can do better than that,” he murmurs, eyes dark and empty as he watches you heave, “my girl’s gotta learn how to suck dick, gonna have to train that virgin throat how to keep daddy’s big cock nice and warm.”
“Uh huh,” you nod in agreement, collar jingling with your movement, “sorry to choke, daddy.”
He grins lecherously, “Don’t apologize for choking on my cock, baby. Choke as much as you want, just make sure to suck me off so I can creampie that cute little throat.”
You moan and lick at his balls, sucking and mouthing across the squishy sac as he parts his thighs as far as he can sitting down. It’s a struggle to suck both balls into your mouth, drool dripping freely down your chin as your jaw aches. With a huff, you have to give up and slowly suckle each of his balls in your eager mouth.
“Keep my balls warm with that wet mouth while daddy joins in this call,” he rubs a thumb across your cheekbone, “make any noise and I’m going to spank your ass til you can’t sit down. Got it, slut?”
Whimpering, you nod, fingers ghosting across your hard, achy nipples. You drop your mouth open and go back to sucking and mouthing at the warm skin of his sac. One of his big hands rests on top of your hair as you hear him click the mouse and begin to talk with his coworkers.
Your cunt clenches around nothing, feeling wet and empty as you softly suck on his balls, loving the weight of them filling your mouth. Letting the noise of conversation fall into the background, you kitten lick his heavy sac until it’s coated in spit and dripping down onto the chair. Your head is totally empty except for squishing his balls against your lips, nuzzling into the wet skin as you lick him all over.
His hand shoves you away making you whine low in your throat, face covered in drool.
“Get up here,” he growls, eyes dark in his face.
You shakily climb into his lap, legs and feet tingling as the blood flows back through them.
“Am I in trouble, daddy?” you whisper, eyes downcast.
“No,” he laughs meanly, “just wanted to show my friends what pretty little thing I had tucked away.”
Hot embarrassment makes your skin crawl even as slick oozes from your pussy.
His fingers loop through the ring on your tag and pull you in close with a sneer, “Babygirl, do you really think I’d let those worthless men ever set their eyes on you?”
His hands grab your ass and squeeze your cheeks so hard you squeal.
“Think I’d let anyone get to see this mommy’s pretty little pussy?” he slaps your ass hard.
“N-no, sir,” you whimper, tears slipping from your eyes, “I’m only daddy’s pretty mommy.”
“That’s right, such a smart girl,” he croons, the praise making you grind your leaking pussy on his thigh.
“Go get on the bed, gonna show that slutty mommy pussy a thing or two.”
You stagger out of his office, legs feeling as skittish as a foal’s, and make your way into the master bedroom. Your mom left on another business trip last night; Leon woke you up to share the news by licking into your cunt until you groggily came to, orgasm cresting as soon as you locked eyes with your stepdad. He slipped his fat cock inside your pulsing walls and let you keep his dick warm all night—sloppily making out and rubbing your clit so your pussy stayed wet and tight around his cock.
It’s late afternoon now as you clamber onto the clean sheets smelling of Leon’s cologne. Shivering, you bury your face in his pillow as you rub your clit.
“Honey,” his chiding voice is like a bucket of water, making you quickly move your hand away and turn to face him.
“‘M sorry,” you mumble, “want daddy so much.”
He grins, eyes dark and wicked, “Mommy’s so needy, huh? Don’t worry, that juicy cunt’s about to get what she needs.”
You settle back against the pillows, thighs falling open to Leon’s hungry gaze as he walks over to his dresser. He quickly finds what he’s looking for in one of the drawers and comes over to the bed. Your hips roll, seeking friction at seeing Leon completely dressed with you only wearing your collar, making you drip all over the sheets.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, hands skating up your thighs.
You whimper when you see the small padded lavender paddle in his hand, purposefully spreading your legs wider.
Leon chuckles, “Mommy likes this doesn’t she?”
You nod dizzily, collar jingling noisily, “Please, daddy, spank my pussy.”
“We’ll get there, but first I need to taste mommy’s hot cunt,” his fingers circle your clit before lightly smacking your mound making you jump with a moan.
He makes sure you’re propped against the pillows at the headboard, grabbing your thighs and pressing them outward until your muscles twinge. He lays down between your legs, lips ghosting across the skin of your inner thighs making you mewl.
Leon lightly kisses each side of your thighs, soft barely there touches that make you squirm against the bed. He chuckles, now adding a little tongue to the kisses which has you whining, hands gripping onto the sheets.
“Such a good little mommy,” he murmurs into your skin, scraping his teeth against the meat of your thigh.
You hiccup a gasp, pussy walls clenching as his mouth moves closer and closer to your drippy cunt. His tongue licks the crease of your leg before swapping over to the other side to do the same thing. You’re sighing and moaning as he licks across your pussy, tongue gliding up over your slick coated lips but completely ignoring your hot little clit.
Rolling your hips down, Leon only laughs at you and pulls his mouth away.
“Let me kiss her, babygirl. She’s been so lonely without daddy’s mouth,” he kisses the hood of your clit, “mmm, she’s such a wet, needy little mommy cunt.”
You whine, hips sinking back down onto the bed so Leon will mouth and kiss across your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit making your thighs spasm; he repeats it over and over, his hot tongue a brand on your sensitive bud, until you're fighting to keep seated on the bed.
Suddenly, he pulls away and brings the paddle down onto your swollen clit.
“Daddy!” you squeal, spine arching up off of the bed.
He laughs condescendingly at you and spanks your clit again.
“You said you wanted it, practically begged for it,” he clicks his tongue and brings the paddle down over your mound.
He pins your hips down with one hand as he rain slaps across your aching bundle of nerves and pussy lips. Groaning, he even lets his hand drop and spank across your hole, clear strings of slick sticking to the padded leather.
“You make it very hard for me not to fuck this pretty pussy,” he growls, spanking your pudgy clit over and over until you’re writhing underneath him.
“Please, daddy, need you, feel so empty,” you cry out, tears slipping down your cheeks.
He drops the paddle down on the bed, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. Pulling his swollen cock out, he slaps it down across your engorged clit.
“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart,” he smirks, lining his tip up with your hole and pressing in, “gotta make you a pretty mommy, right? Can’t do that unless I’m breeding this juicy fucking cunt.”
You choke on a moan as he bottoms out too fast, tip knocking against your cervix so roughly it makes you want to scream. He wraps a palm around your neck right underneath where your collar lies as he pulls out and thrusts back in, just as fast and deep.
“There we go,” he chuckles, “love how tight you get when I choke you out.”
Tears run down your temples as he tightens his hold on your throat, cutting off your air in increments making you feel fuzzy and lightheaded. Your arms lay limp by your head as your body jostles with each powerful thrust of his hips.
“So tight,” he groans, fat tip battering against your cervix as he fucks you harder, “s’like you don’t want me pulling out, always trying to suck daddy’s cock back into your needy cunt.”
Your mouth moves but no sound escapes making him laugh.
“Dumb little slut, getting dicked so good you can’t even say anything,” he grins wickedly, squeezing your throat even tighter, “isn’t that right?”
You nod as best you can and he eases some of the pressure on your throat. The spots in your vision disappear as you breathe in thin little gasps of air.
He grinds down harshly, tip practically kissing your womb as his pelvis rocks against your sensitive clit making your walls rhythmically pulse around his cock.
“After this you’re gonna sit on daddy’s lap while he finishes up some work, then I’m gonna fuck you over my desk,” his smug face blurs through your tears as he rails into your pussy, grinding all along the spongy spot in your cunt that has you clenching hard.
“What do you say little mommy,” he lets go of your throat to grab your waist, pulling you down on his cock as his dick pistons into your drippy cunt, “keep my cock all snug in that tight little pussy. I’ll even tighten that pretty collar so your throat feels snug too.”
“Want it, daddy,” you slur, drool slipping from your lips as he jackhammers into your pussy, “want to be so good for you.”
“Then you better squeeze me tight so I can cream this sweet cunt, gotta practice on making you a mommy,” he rumbles low in his throat.
You feel limp as a rag doll while Leon fucks you onto his cock, fingers slipping down your body to tease your fat clit.
“Be a good mommy for me and clench on my dick,” he murmurs, voice dark and heated, “know you want it, baby.”
His fingers drum across your sensitive bud, cock plunging into your squelching pussy making the tight coil in your lower belly snap. Leon leans down and sinks his teeth into your neck as you cum, pussy fluttering and milking his throbbing dick, a low whining moan slipping past your lips. He humps into your clenching pussy until he knocks his fat tip into your cervix one last time, hot sticky cum spurting from his cock, stuffing your cunt full.
He pulls his dick out, stroking the head to spill a few more ropes of cum across your swollen mound and clit. Slapping his cock against your messy pussy, he pulls away.
“I’m gonna go clean up but I want you in my office by the time I get there,” his serious tone makes you nod immediately.
“Yes, daddy,” your cunt twinges as he laughs.
“Good girl.”
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Tickles - Part 3
Raphael x Tav, RaphaelPOV, soft!raphael, gn!tav, fluff, hurt/comfort, body worship
Haarlep and Korrilla have some screen time
mood music
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 & 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
He didn't know how long he sat there, staring in the direction Tav had left in. Eventually he heard familiar steps next to him. Bare feet, with an audible sensual bounce to their pace.
"Don't." he warned.
"My, my, the sheets are so clean, did you even do anything with them?" he heard Haarlep's voice drone close to his right ear. He pushed the incubus away without even looking at them. Haarlep snickered. "Oh, it did not go the way you wanted, did it? Did Tav not let you have your way?" they teased.
Raphael wrinkled his nose in annoyance - the incubus had no idea what they were talking about. Of course they'd think only of one thing that could happen in a bed. Admittedly, his mind would've went similar places before today. But what Tav had done was.... different. He could still remember their touch. Their gentle strokes. He ran a hand over his ribs, trying to capture the feeling. But it wasn't the same. He longed for more. He felt abandoned without their touch. Alone in hell. He never knew he needed this kind of... affection, but now he craved it like nothing else.
A hand snaked over his thighs, towards his still exposed crotch. He caught it and lifted it. "No." he told Haarlep, finally looking at the incubus next to him. His glare was murderous. He was not in the mood - ironically perhaps.
He could have this anytime. That's what Haarlep was for. But he couldn't get what Tav had given him. He worried that he scared the mortal off for good. The thought of never experiencing their touch again filled him with dread.
Haarlep looked both surprised and confused, removing their hand and sitting back up from their prowling position. "What did happen in here? You're acting very strange."
Raphael scoffed and got up, pulling his pants back on as he did.
He wandered down to the pool, eyes set on a book near its edge. He picked it up and flipped the pages.
He knew this book, of course. Sometimes, when he got bored, he would flip to a random page and tell Haarlep to do whatever it said to mix things up. They had never bothered with the later chapters though. The 'post-encounter care' ones.
He browsed through them, but didn't really find what he was looking for. It was all written in a way that strongly assumed there had been lots of action beforehand. Nothing really sounded like what his little mouse had done to him. He dropped the book with a loud thomp on a nearby table.
Raphael could feel Haarlep's curious eyes on him, before their voice intruded on his thoughts again, "Were you not interesting enough for your little mouse?" they taunted, "Did you just lie there and let them do all the work?" They laughed.
Raphael shot them a murderous glare and the laughter seized, though a taunting smile remained. He frowned. He did just lie there, didn't he. But... that's what Tav wanted, right? They seemed happy to do what they did. Right?
Should he have done something? Should he have... participated in some form? He didn't know. He didn't know what he could've possibly done with his face buried in the bed sheets and his mouse on top of him, caressing him. Doing all these wonderful things to him. What could he have possibly done in that moment?
But Haarlep was right - Tav had done all the work. Was that right? Was that wrong? He didn't know.
He didn't know!
He roared in frustration and threw the nearest chair into the pool.
Haarlep took note and made themself scarce before they'd end up as an outlet for Raphael's violent frustration. Not the time to tease the master, evidently.
He kept thrashing in frustration. A wardrobe was incinerated, a table smashed in two. Another chair flew off the balcony. He tore through the bed; shreds of velvet flying through the room. A cushion was set on fire - burning feathers blew everywhere.
He was frustrated with himself, angry at Tav for making him feel these feelings, angry at Haarlep for never preparing him for this kind of affection, angry at Hope, angry at Korrilla, angry at everyone and everything. Angry at the world. Angry at his father for whom he felt nothing but disdain. Angry at the hells. Angry at the heavens. Angry at this whole damn existence for making him the way he was.
Half a devil, neither here nor there. Better than his peers but not enough. Never enough. He had clawed himself far up the ladder, and yet - and yet - he could not escape his birth. His other half that had these disgusting mortal feelings and needs. That craved affection. Craved that softness Tav had shown him.
He set the entire bed on fire, threw his bedside table into the flames for good measure.
His angry screams echoed through the House of Hope, and everyone in earshot scurried away as best they could; knowing to stay out of his way for their own good.
Eventually he dropped to the floor amidst the destruction. Angry, frustrated, in pain, alone. Always alone. His mortal side wanted to cry. His devil one didn't allow it. So he screamed. And then he just sat there, doing nothing. Nothing.
The fires had burned out by the time Korrilla poked her head cautiously into the room. He still sat on the ground near the pool, surrounded by ashes. Like his heart.
"Why were they even here?" he asked, not deigning the dwarf with a look.
"They were looking for the little tiefling's contract."
He narrowed his eyes, "Mol?"
"Yes, that one."
"Did they take it?"
"No."
He looked up at Korrilla, "No?"
"No." she shrugged, "But they left something."
He raised a brow at her.
"The Archivist said they gave him this to give to you." she held up a small package, the unmistakable size and shape of a book, then dared to step closer to hand it to him.
He took the book and rotated it in his hands. It was wrapped in cheap brown paper. 'For protection, probably' he thought.
His claws easily tore through the wrapping and he read the title on the cover, "A deep dive into the history of Cormyran poetry". His breath hitched and he gripped the book tighter. Why would they give him this? Not that he didn't understand the concept of a gift, no, he had just never received one. He sometimes called favors gifts when he handed them out, but that was not the same. And he had received offerings from clients and petitioners to sway him in their favor; but never a true gift. Given without purpose or hidden agenda. Just because.
"Should I... tell the Archivist to put it in the library?" Korrilla offered, trying to be helpful.
"No." he pressed the book against his chest with one hand, while pushing himself to his feet with the other. Finally he had a look around, really seeing the destruction he had wrought. "Get the debtors to clean this place up." he ordered her and looked for his doublet. It had perished in the flames. No matter. He snapped his fingers an was well dressed once again. It was nice to have powers.
He headed for the exit. Visiting a few of his other clients would do him good; straighten his head.
So that's what he did.
He kept the book on him the entire time.
Part 4
A day passed, and he felt like himself again. Suave and cunning and in control. He took a break, sitting outside one of Baldur's Gate's upper city taverns, drinking wine. Trying to go about his normal routine. He had just seen off a client here, who had signed a particularly satisfying contract, and he relished in his victory.
Tav's book lay on the table in front of him. He hadn't even looked inside once, just carried it with him all day. He wasn't sure why.
Since he was taking a break anyway, he might as well have a casual read. Maybe the author was half decent. As he opened the first page, his eyes dropped to a hand-written note on the lower half:
From a tadpoled misadventurer,
to an honest devil.
He stared at the words as if they were written in a language he did not understand. And maybe he didn't.
Eventually he managed to tear himself away from the incomprehensible words and thumbed through the book. His brow furrowed in displeasure when he noticed a dog-ear on a page. Sacrilegious mistreatment of a book! He opened the page to get rid of the unsightly mark - and stopped. His eyes fell on the title on the earmarked page: "The cat and the mouse - dissection of an obscure lullaby"
He frowned again and started reading the chapter, disagreeing with a lot of the interpretations the author had given. He scoffed, when he reached the end, and closed the book - leaving the earmark in place.
He stood up, finished the last gulp of his wine, and decided he would not so easily be defeated. He was Raphael, after all. Soon-to-be ruler of the nine hells! Whatever went wrong in the boudoir the other night, he would fix it. Tonight.
And so he went to prepare in his little retreat in the mortal world - the Devil's Den. He made sure his clothes were in order, and applied a fresh layer of perfume, combed his hair. When he was satisfied, he tucked the book away in a drawer of his desk - though before he left, he had one last look inside; read those befuddling words of a dedication again. Then he closed the book and the drawer and waited.
When night came and it was late enough for everyone to be asleep, Raphael sprung to action and teleported himself to the Elfsong Tavern. Right into the room, the tadpoled adventurers had rented.
He heard a noise behind him and turned to see the dog, groggily looking at him, then alarmed. Before it could bark, Raphael used his magic to put it back to sleep. "Shhh," he whispered, and the dog went back to snoring soundly. Good.
He took a quick glance around the room to find his target. Everyone was asleep, well, almost everyone. The vampling looked up from his book, stared at Raphael for an appraising moment, smirked knowingly, pointed a finger towards one of the beds, then went back to reading.
Raphael looked where the spawn had pointed, and saw them. His little mouse, sound asleep. He prowled over to their bed and looked at them. Tav looked so peaceful and without worries. So calm. So soft.
He noticed a book on the bedside table and read the title, "The Hells Unleashed". He knew the book - some semi-interesting read about the nine layers of Baator. Why would his mouse be reading this? He put the thought aside and focused back on his task. He had experienced what they had done to him the other night, it couldn't be that hard to copy those actions. Right?
He looked them up and down, searching for a point of entry. Eventually he resorted to gently pulling their blanket off their torso and sliding a hand under their shirt. It couldn't possibly be that hard to emulate what his little mouse had done!
He did his best, gently stroking their side, snaking his way upward.
Then everything happened at once. Tav's eyes popped open. There was a scream. They jumped back, hit their head on the bedpost. The dog woke up and started barking. Someone cast daylight. Everyone groaned, momentarily blinded. He froze. Tav moaned in pain. Something bit his leg. He growled and jumped up, kicking the owlbear cub aside. Astarion was laughing. The dog charged at him. Wyll plucked it off the ground mid-run, before it could jump on the fiend. Karlach rounded the corner, axe above her head and screaming bloody murder.
He snapped and returned himself to the House of Hope.
This was the worst moment in all of history.
Raphael materialized in the entryway and just stood there, trying to make sense of what just happened. How in the hells did everything go sideways this badly? He blinked, confused, embarrassed, angry, frustrated, crestfallen.
He was Raphael, future ruler of Baator! He had tied the threads of fate of countless mortals. Pulled the strings of many a plot, orchestrated such masterworks of mortal destinies... How could he fumble this badly in regards to his little mouse? What was wrong with him? Someone must have cursed him! Cursed him with some bad luck charm, or... or...
He remained there on the spot, mind reeling. Spinning his mental wheels. Not understanding. Not grasping what was going on, what made him so inept all of a sudden.
Lost in thought, he did not know how much time passed as he stood there, thinking.
Suddenly the portal to the entryway lit up. It finally pulled him out of his stupor. A moment later his little mouse appeared. Alone, and wearing their casual camp clothes.
He looked at them. They looked at him, giving him a smile. His mind was still swamped from what had happened, so it took him forever to say something. His mouse was faster.
"So that happened." they said, sounding casual, a hint of amusement in their voice. "You gave everyone quite the fright. Well, everyone except Astarion. It took him about five minutes to stop laughing."
He kept staring at his mouse. How could he possibly start to explain that disaster?
"What were you trying to do?" they sounded a little insecure, but apparently trusted him enough to come here alone and unarmed. 'Foolish', he thought. They were safe with him, of course, but not on the streets!
"I- " he tried to find the words, find his voice. He straightened up a little, got a grip, tried again, "I wanted to reciprocate, my dear. Was that not obvious?"
Tav laughed, "No. Not... not entirely." He frowned. They smiled.
"You know, waking up to someone fondling you in your sleep is just a little bit creepy. You scared the living daylights out of me." Tav explained.
He frowned more, "That... wasn't my intention." he offered. It wasn't much. It was as if his mouse had an aura that prevented his brain from working, ever since they did those wonderful soft things to him.
"I didn't mean to scare you. Not tonight, and... not the other night. I wanted you to stay. ...I didn't know how to convey it." he admitted.
Tav's demeanor changed a little, and they looked more at ease.
"I was worried I had angered you." they explained.
He shook his head, not comprehending, "But why?"
They shrugged, a little lost, "You didn't say anything when I apologized for using Haarlep's body. And you were glaring and frowning at me. I took that as you not accepting the apology and being cross with me. And being on a devil's bad side is not where I wanted to be, so I figured it'd be better to leave, before you incinerate me." they admitted.
He shook his head and stepped towards them, "No, no, no, I wasn't cross with you! Well,... no. I wasn't. I was..." he paused. Should he admit it? He looked away, thinking. It took him a moment but he decided making himself vulnerable might be the only way to fix things. "I was frustrated with myself." He looked at Tav. Searched for judgement in their eyes, but there was none.
They looked at him fondly, "Why?"
"Because-" he took a deep breath. It wasn't easy to say this out loud. His inner monologue had been shut away tightly for a long time, but he felt it was necessary to share his thoughts with this one mortal, who has shown him so much affection. So much trust. He trusted them, too.
"Because I enjoyed what you did to me. And I-- I didn't know what to do with it. And I," he paused, searching for words, "I hate that I enjoyed it so much. It is... soft. It's a weakness. This sort of thing has no place here in the hells." He stared at them, hoping they would understand. He could practically see the gears in their head turning, so he elaborated. "But I crave it nonetheless. I want ...more. I didn't want that moment to end. That's why I grabbed you when you tried to leave. I didn't mean to be harsh. I don't know how to..." his words failed him, so he just gestured at Tav, waving his arm up and down their form in a desperate hope they'd understand and fill in the blanks.
Tav needed a moment, but eventually they smiled at him and stepped closer. "Oh c'mon, you do know how to. You're the one who kept flirting with me, every time we met."
He frowned, "That's different."
"How so?"
"It's talk. What you did was different. Nobody has ever..." he trailed off. It sounded ridiculous to admit it. He had lived for eons and never met anyone who'd treated him like this.
Tav's expression changed to something almost sad, "Really?"
He looked away and didn't answer. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he looked back at Tav. So close now.
"First time for everything," they whispered in his ear, then kissed him on the cheek. He felt light as a feather all of a sudden, and wrapped his arms around his little mouse, pressing his face against the side of their head. Inhaling the smell of their hair. Why was this so wonderful?
"Do you want me to do it again?" a whisper in his ear. He took a breath; struggling internally if he should really surrender to this craving. He caved and nodded stiffly, his slight stubble scratching lightly against Tav's ear.
His mouse chuckled warmly and pulled away from his embrace, only to take his hand, "Come!" they pulled him out of the entryway and towards the boudoir, grinning with pure delight.
His heart got a little lighter with every step. They had seen him. Heard his thoughts and doubts, and didn't judge. Maybe having just one person to trust completely in this world, wasn't such a bad thing.
They came to a sudden stop.
"What happened here?" Tav's voice was thick with concern.
Ah. He looked around the boudoir. The ashes and fire damages had been cleaned up, but there was still a good chunk of furniture missing. The new bed was there - it was the most important piece, after all - and Haarlep stood over a collection of half-burnt books, looking them through and throwing whatever they deemed disposable over the balustrade of the nearby balcony. A chair was still floating in the pool.
He cleared his throat and used his best casual voice, "Like I said, I was frustrated."
He could feel Tav look at him from the side.
Haarlep looked up, their face lit up as they saw the mortal, "Ooohh, has the little mouse come for another round? Whatever did you do to him last time? I just need to know."
"You never will," Raphael butt in, before Tav could say anything, "Now, out."
Haarlep acquiesced and slithered out of the boudoir, winking at Tav in passing. The mortal looked a bit confused but eventually recovered and continued towards the bed, dragging Raphael along.
"As long as this 'frustration' is never directed at me, we're good." they said, looking at him sternly.
He returned the look, "Never." he assured them. They smiled, pulling him closer.
[mood music]
"Right then. Tell me," they leaned into him again and lowered their voice to a whisper, "where did you enjoy it most?"
They pulled away a bit to look at him. He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again and looked away, feeling his cheeks grow hot.
They ducked their head into his field of view, "Are you... embarrassed?" There was mischief in their voice. He glared at them. "The future ruler of the nine hells, embarrassed to say what he enjoys most." They chuckled, then leaned in again to whisper, "I'll find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me. It'll never leave this room." They looked at him again. His eyes flicked down, then back up to look at his mouse. He couldn't quite bring himself to say it; it was too embarrassing how much he melted under this mortal's touch.
Tav searched his face for a while, until eventually a smirk crept on their features, "Ah!" they exclaimed, "I get it. The most embarrassing of places." and their hands glided down his sides, lifting up the lower part of his doublet, finding the brim of his pants. They looked at him as if to ask for permission. He just stared back, feeling his ears get hot. They smirked and slid their hands into the back of his pants. Warm fingers trailing over his butt, holding it lovingly.
He knew he was blushing violently, he could feel it. But he loved the touch of those soft hands on his rear. If he could shoot beams of adoration out of his eyes, he would do so right now. Tav's smile brightened. Maybe he was shooting adoration form his eyes. Maybe.
The hands wandered a bit, stroking his southern cheeks. Eventually they retreated back out of his pants, moving up to his doublet and starting to unbutton. This time, he had no patience and with a snap of his fingers his upper body was bare. The mouse chuckled.
He left the pants on, but looked at Tav, and threw an inviting glance down.
They smirked with delight and commanded, "Lay down."
He complied. They crawled on top, lips meeting his. A moment of surprise, then he melted into it. He opened his mouth, greedily poking his tongue at the mouses lips to seek entry. They pulled back, kissed his forehead, "Slowly." they demanded. He exhaled in disappointment, but he complied. Another kiss, slow this time. Just kisses. Eventually a tongue at his lips, asking gently for entry. He acquiesced. Tav's tongue met his. He loved their taste. They explored his mouth, invited him to do the same. He did. Slowly. Slow was good. More time to savor everything. He began to understand.
They gently sucked on it, and he moaned. He didn't care this time. Let the mouse hear how much he enjoyed what they did!
He could feel them smile against his lips.
Eventually they broke the kiss, looked at him with such love and delight in their eyes, he wanted to drown in them. He grabbed their head - cautiously! He needed to be more careful. Not rough. Not like with Haarlep. Soft and gentle. Like handling a delicate flower. He ran his fingers through their hair, and they closed their eyes, clearly enjoying it. He felt proud. He made them feel good, this was his work!
He let them go, and they moved on. Kissed his adam's apple. His breath hitched. A little lick followed. He clutched their shirt. A little suck. He clutched it tighter, gasping. He didn't know at this point, but it would leave a mark - something for him to admire in the mirror the next day.
They moved on, kissing their way down his chest. Getting lost in the tuft of hair there. Running their face through it, dropping kisses along the way. He moaned. He didn't care to hold back. His hands rubbed Tav's sides clumsily. They didn't seem to mind his fumbling. Whenever they looked up at him, they smiled. He was elated.
They moved on downward. Kisses towards his bellybutton. Another lick. He shivered. Kisses down his happy trail. A finger pulling slightly on the hem of his pants, kissing the forbidden zone. He clutched the sheets. Hands ran up his arms, rubbing gentle circles over his muscles. A kiss on his biceps. He looked at his mouse - hoping his gaze conveyed what he felt. They looked up at him, smiling. Always smiling. Eyes shining. He knew no sight more wonderful.
They climbed back up, kissed his temple. Gently nudging his head sideways, "Turn around."
He complied, his heart pounding with delighted anticipation. A tug on his pants, he lifted his body so they could come off. Kisses on his back - he fell back onto the bed.
Kisses down his spine, hands on his flanks. He gripped the sheets again, knowing what would come. Looking forward to it.
Hands on his butt, kisses just above, then trailing down each cheek. He moaned. The kisses morphed into licks. He shivered, burying his head in the bedding again. "What you do to me!" he mumbled into the cloth and heard a slight chuckle in response: "You have the most beautiful butt in Baator." He wanted to respond but another lick on his right butt cheek turned his brain off.
Fingers gently ghosting over his thighs, outside, inside. His breath hitched. A kiss at the inside of his knee. Hands running down his lower leg, then up the other. A kiss on the other knee. Hands ghosting back up his thighs, over his hips. Another kiss, another lick on his butt. He whined into the bed. A gentle suck. He didn't know where up and down was anymore.
Hands and lips ghosting back up his body, kissing, licking their way towards his head. A kiss on each shoulder, a hand in his hair, a kiss on his neck, a nose gently nudging him to remove his face from the bedding before he suffocated. He complied. Another kiss on his temple. A kiss on his cheekbone. A kiss on his nose. He whined. It was bliss. He was being tormented with bliss!
A head pressing into the sheets next to him to find his mouth. Gently making contact with his lips again. A body sinking down on top of his.
His hand found Tav's and he interlocked his fingers with theirs.
The mouse's other hand still ran through his hair, soothingly stroking, caressing, combing through it. Their lips still together, kissing, gently touching. Eventually they rested their head next to his, lying on top of him, still a hand in his hair, the other still interlocked with his. He smiled at them, and they smiled back.
He could stay here forever.
'cause this was rapture.
👉 Part 5
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Meetings
Summary: During a meeting your mission gets canceled. Your night is suddenly freed up and Natasha knows just how she wants to spend it.
Warnings: NFSW! powerbottom!natasha, top!reader, strap on, oral, porn without a plot
WC: 1.7K
AN: Need her. Need her bad. Hi! I need her.
Another boring meeting. It's almost like they were trying to make this one more monotonous than the last. Presentation after presentation. Updates on current missions as well as new intel accrued.
You drilled your fingers on the edge of the large glass table and glanced over to Natasha. She had her arms crossed; eyebrows slightly furrowed as she zeroed in on what the agent at the front of the room was saying. You couldn't believe someone could look so effortlessly beautiful. That red hair did something to you...
Just then Natasha's focused look turned to one of disbelief, "what?" She said to the agent at the front of the room.
You remembered that you were in a meeting and turned your attention to the annoyed agent who repeated himself, "The director has postponed the mission to recon a potential hydra base. But we can still go over the- '' you stopped listening. That was supposed to be your mission that you were leaving for tomorrow. Natasha shot you a glance and winked before looking away again. It seemed you both knew what you wanted to do with this sudden change in schedule.
The meeting droned on for another hour. The second the projector flickered off and everyone was dismissed, Natasha walked over to you and whispered in your ear "I'll be in my room". At her raspy statement a shiver went down your spine. Thank god for a day off.
You lost Natasha in the hustle between agents going in and out of the room. Not that it mattered, you knew where she was going. You picked up your papers and notebook and went back to your room to grab some things.
You made your way over to Natasha's room and lightly knocked to make your presence known. You opened the door before she could say anything. The second the door got more than a few inches open, a hand appeared in front of your face and viciously grabbed your shirt collar. Your body fell forward as the hand roped you into the room. The door slammed shut as your body fell back against it, now with a certain assassin pushing flush against you.
She moved her hand from your collar to your throat, where she used the pad of her thumb to pull your chin down to her. Her green eyes bore into yours and she inched forward until you could feel her breath hit your lips.
"It's been a while since we've had a whole night to ourselves" Natasha breathed out. Your hands came to meet her hips, one going rogue to squeeze her ass. She let out a small gasp at the feeling.
You lowered your head until you were right next to her ear. "Even more of a reason to fuck you senseless." You growled into her ear. At that comment Natasha eagerly slammed her lips against yours. You pulled one of her legs up so you could slide a leg between hers. Once her heat made contact with your thigh Natasha almost melted into the floor. You chased a swooning Natasha with your lips but quickly pulled her back up by her hips.
She continued grinding into you and sloppily moving her lips against yours. Having Natasha completely at your will made you feel lightheaded. You kept your lips attached to hers and moved your hands under her shirt. The feeling of your cold hands on her heated skin made Natasha moan into your mouth. You felt goosebumps begin to rise on the sides of her rib cage. You loved seeing her body react to you.
As you began to run your hands along every curve of her back she was practically clawing at your biceps, holding on for dear life. She let her tongue find your lips, beckoning for entrance, which you happily obliged. The kisses continued to deepen until you thought the red head was on the verge of collapse. Just before that moment you scooped her up and carried her to her bed.
Natasha protested with whines because she was so close to reaching her high, but you knew this would be a long night. You set her down on the edge of the bed and lifted her shirt off haphazardly. Before you had a chance to reach around her, Natasha had already unclasped her bra and pulled you on top of her. You kissed down the sides of her neck, licking along the line of her jaw and ran your hands up and down her rib cage once more, just slow enough to drive her crazy. Her hips left the bed trying to find comfort in yours, desperate for you to touch her where she needed you.
You finally let your hands drift to her breasts and place kisses along her collarbones. She pulled you into her as if you were going to float away at any second. She let out a small “please” that made you grin into her skin. You had never known a more patient person in your life, until she was under you that is.
You moved down her body while littering her belly in open mouthed kisses. You could feel her abs flexing under you in anticipation. Your fingers grabbed the hem of her pants and slid them down while your lips continued running across her hips, then her thighs. Natasha sat up on her elbow and ran one hand through your hair, effectively moving it out of your face so she could see you better. You locked eyes with her as you pulled her underwear down in a swift fashion. She whined as she watched your hand come up to meet her core. You ran your fingers through her folds, collecting her slick like it was pure gold. She moaned at the sensation and bucked her hips which made you grab onto her with one hand to keep her pinned down to the bed.
You lowered your head and let your tongue run one big swipe through her opening. At that she fell back down onto the bed with a grunt and attached both her hands to your head, pinning you to her. You began to lick at her nub and reached one hand up to hold her breast. Natasha moaned so loud you had to silently thank Tony for the soundproofing in her room. She grunted profanities as you continued eating her out like your life depended on it. She held onto one of your hands as she began to reach climax. Her grip tightened and her muscles contracted sporadically as her face screwed up into one you have seen many times before. You kept your tongue moving in the same pattern until she became completely undone and clasped her shaking thighs around your head like a vice.
You licked up her juices before crawling back up her body to meet her lips. She moaned into your mouth when she tasted herself on your tongue. When she had come down completely, she began undressing you. Your shirt flew off in record time and her hands expertly undid your belt. You got up off of her to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes while you looked for Natasha’s favorite strap. You found the harness and began putting it on, still trying to catch your breath from your efforts.
Nat drank some of the water on her nightstand while she raked her eyes over your figure. She didn’t fail to notice the sweat glistening on your skin and the way your biceps flexed. She sat up and purred, “Come here”. You walked over to her while holding the harness that was only halfway put on, not knowing what she wanted. You watched as she grabbed it out of your hands and started tightening it to your hips. She moved to kiss your neck while she finished attaching the toy to you. Once she was done, she pulled you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. You watched on with eager eyes as she moved with such grace. Her legs came to straddle both your hips while she stared with hooded eyes.
She took both your hands and placed them on her hips gently. The sight before you had you completely entranced. While you were in your own little world you failed to notice that she was sinking down on your length in the most sensual way possible. Once she met the base with her core, she leaned down to kiss you much more passionately than earlier. The deep kisses had your head spinning, then she began to slowly grind and you swore your head was going to burst into flames.
She continued picking up the pace, albeit slowly, and you let your nails scrape light marks into her back. Her grunts and low moans disappeared in your mouth as the cock slid in and out of her. Her movements quickened and her hips lost a little bit of their rhythm, so you moved to grab her ass and help her move with the fervor she was craving. Your hips began to buck up to meet her in perfect sync. The rough pace made her stop kissing you to lay her head on the crest of your neck; her entire body reaching a high that kept her from being able to do much else than let you take her.
Her moans and hot breath met your ear signaling that she was close. You snapped your hips, begging your muscles to not fail before she had her release. Nastasha let out a crippling moan and her body shook above yours. You kept moving to work her through her orgasm and felt her juices coat your thighs. Natasha tapped your chest lightly to let you know she needed a second. You laid there for a minute while rubbing her back and felt content enough to die.
"Round two?" She murmured while running her thumb over your jaw. You were going to be sore tomorrow.
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Home is where my Heart is.
Chapter 7: Stayed Gone
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A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)
“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.
Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”
“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.
“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.
“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.
He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”
“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”
“Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.
“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”
“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.
“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.
While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.
“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.
“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!
“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.
“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.
“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.
“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.
“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.
With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.
“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.
“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”
“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.
I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”
“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.
“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”
“Every day he's got a new format!”
“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”
“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”
“Oh, PLEASE.”
“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”
“Hold on!”
“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”
“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”
“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”
“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"
His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.
“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”
“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form.
“Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.
“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”
"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!
Oh, this will be fun!"
I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.
“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”
He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”
I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.
“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”
I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.
‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’
Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.
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*slams head into marble counter top, causing cups to fall onto the floor with the sheer amount of force*
I HAD A THOUGHT. POSSIBLY EVEN A THEORY.
or im just late as hell to the party
Spoiler Warning for Episode 7 of Murder Drones Below
ALRIGHT! Now I KNOW this shit is going to sound kinda crazy but STICK WITH ME HERE PLEASE-
I was just wondering around YouTube and I got this video made by @sutekh94 (sorry if you didn’t wanna be pinged Sutekh, if you’d like i can take the @ out) suggested to me. I watched it cause I like to see what other people say about the cringy media I consume rapidly.
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At one point in the video, Sutekh is talking about the end shot of Uzi being in sppaaaaace saying that she was “shot into Copper-9s orbit”. I paused the video and looked at the clip on screen which was this BEAUTIFUL scene. Absolutely stunning.
Now at the end of the new episode I had a brain thought that this could be an outside shot of Copper-9, but then I found that too odd. However, seeing someone else say it has me looking into stuff. So I went through all the times we’ve seen Copper-9 within the series and found that yes, this very much is Copper-9 and Uzi stuck on its orbit:
highlighted circle is of the Little Rock’s orbiting Copper-9 that bump into Uzi
We can see the rock orbits, the space between Copper-9 and the (possible) moons it has. The Saturn moon being close up in the first angle we see from the first episode, but it being far away in the newest episode. This shows the distance and that despite being seen as farther away now, the Saturn moon is still the one we see so commonly in MD during the night.
But I was confused why it was like this? Why would it lead to the planets orbit? I understand the planet has a massive hole in it, but still it seemed like an odd occurrence.
Now- this is where I start sounding like I should never be let outside in public spaces-
Before we see this final scene of Uzi in spaaaacee, we watch The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn go down that exact same hole saying: “honestly, I’m starving.”
It also references eating earlier on in the episode when talking to N: “Let’s eat.”
The Solver/Fleshaa/Cyn came to Copper-9 to initially get rid of other solver users that it knew of (Uzi and Doll), as well as find the cross with the patched code in it. First it destroyed all possible evidence involving the solver and the patch (scene where it explodes the computers and lockers in episode 7).
Secondly, it goes after Doll. Doll was against the Solver because she refused for it to use her to “eat the planet”, to which Flesha says, “not sure it needs you buddy”, then killing her.
Next it went for Uzi. It was originally going to kill Uzi acting as Tessa, however when N decapitated her that was no longer an option. Instead, it shifted into using Uzis body. At this point, she also has acquired the cross thanks to N. It goes ahead and destroys that too, checking another box off the list.
The Solver then went to kill N but was stopped by Nori, causing there to be a new target added to its hit list. In the fight with Nori and N, the Solver shows little respect for Uzis body. On multiple occasions it try’s to get Uzi killed. It knew N would try to stop this from happening, but even if he didn’t save Uzi, that would still be a win for the Solver.
It then try’s to eat Nori, wanting to get rid of her as quickly as possible since she poses the most threat to its plan. It’s interpreted by N and then loses control over Uzi. However, Uzi then proceeded to PUNT her mom down the flesh hole, resulting in Nori to be checked off the hit list as well since she would be assumed to be dead.
With Nori, Doll and the cross/patch gone and Uzi no longer under its control, the Solver retreats back into its Flesha form, surprise attacking N and Uzi. I would assume that the Solver doesn’t perceive either of these traumatized goobers to be a threat, seeing as it try’s to kill the pair but ultimately fails.
With all other players out of the field, The Solver no longer has anyone it deems as a threat. Dropping down the hole in victory and into Copper-9s orbit.
The Solver as we have seen eats oil, drone cores and human flesh and blood. With all human life (possibly) being wiped out entirely by being eaten, the Solver is starving. The next best option: drones.
Copper-9s current residents are only drones. Specifically worker drones who have no weaponry or Solver powers. The drones have governance over themselves (aka, sentient), so the Solver can’t just brainwash or order them into being eaten. So it plans to do it in one big final swoop.
It has been said on multiple occasions throughout the show: eating the planet, eating worlds, etc. but i (personally) never thought of that being an actual possibility. With the Solver/Flesha/Cyn in the orbit of Copper-9 and all possible obstacles taken care of, it is free to gorge itself on the drone inhabited planet, finally satisfying its endless hunger.
I would think it would do this by creating a NULL void, as the endless void/black hole can be acquainted with the idea of a always starving being. Something that can never be full. Never satisfied. We see this with earth and the core of Copper-9. We can also see this in the other times we have seen the NULL void appearing: a flash back in episode 4, killing the Sentinels in episode 6, it being in the sky in episode 7 during the murder drone apocalypse and probably a bunch of other times I didn’t write down.
The Solver didn’t get to fully eat Copper-9 all those decades ago, but now it’s come to finish its meal.
If this has already been a known thing and im joining in late, i profusely apologize for wasting both your time and my own.
As for a motive for The Solver doing this: to eat. It isn’t fighting for the freedom of drone kind or fighting against humanity because of the way they treated the AI they created, but rather uses drones as vessels and a food source. Often, Eldritch beings have little reason to care for anything. They do what they please and it’s horrifying because there is absolutely no way to deter this force or even try to talk it down. It’s above emotion and morality. It is all that matters and those beneath are seen as nothing but insignificant animals to yield to its power. It doesn’t want to dominate or rule a universe, it just wants to consume it.
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Hanni x Reader: Where the River takes you
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"Deep breaths babe." Hanni whispered, her hand over yours, pressing your hand down slightly in an attempt to center you.
"What if I messed this one up too Han, like the first one?" You whispered, head laying on Hanni's shoulder.
"You're going to be just fine babe, don't worry." Hanni's voice was just like her namesake, smooth and soothing, and it held you down amidst your worries and fears.
Your attention was then drawn by your principal, standing atop the school stage as he began to address the student body.
"Good Afternoon Students, it's been awhile since I last spoke to you all." The principal began a speech, droning on as you began to ignore his speech, head down as you tried to calm down.
Seeing you tense in your seat, Hanni squeezed your hand, a concerned look on her face.
"And now, the fruits of your labours. Please turn to your civics tutors, who will be handing you your result slips." Finally, the principal's speech had ended, and now, time to face the music, as it were.
Hanni nudged you, pulling you back to the present. Cupping your face in her hand, she gave you a reassuring smile, leaning in to give you a light kiss on the forehead, prompting you to return a light smile, before getting up from your seat. This was it.
You walked to your civics tutor, someone you considered a good friend, Mr William, a big smile you had grown accustomed to adorned his face. Noticing your shaking hands, he put his hand on your shoulder, a smile as he reassured you.
"You did great kid. I'm proud of you." He said, handing you your result slip.
Returning the smile, you took the folder with the result slip, walking to join Hanni at a rather unpopulated corner of the auditorium
Opening the folder, you glanced at your results, face unmoving.
Opposite to you, Hanni tried to analyse your facial expressions, but to no avail.
You dug into your bag, digging around frantically, before finally fishing your phone out. After a few swipes, your shoulder drooped, head looking to the ceiling in an expression that Hanni could only categorise as despair.
"I'm going to need a minute alone." You whispered, putting the folder in Hanni's hands before rushing off.
Curious, Hanni peeled the folder back, glancing at the results, causing her confusion to compound twofold. Slotting the folder into her bag, she ran out of the auditorium, going to the spot she knew you to be. However, she had to stop somewhere first.
Knocking the door to your old classroom, Hanni peeked in, seeing you with your head buried in your hands, shoulders heaving up and down.
Hanni stood there in shock, the two of you had been dating for a few years, but Hanni had never seen you like this before. Whenever Hanni was overwhelmed from exams, or exhausted after hours and hours of dance training, when she was on the verge of breaking down, you were always there, like a rock grounded amidst the raging current of life. Now the roles were reversed, for the first time, you were the one crying, not Hanni. So, it was Hanni's turn to be the rock, the same way you were hers.
Approaching you from the back, Mr William's words rang in her head once again, and Hanni knew he was right. You had to be in the top 10 percentile of the school. What was wrong?
But to her, none of that mattered. Your grades didn't matter to her, how you did didn't matter to her.
As silent as she could, Hanni got to your side, setting down a cup of hot chocolate, marshmallows bobbing up and down once the cup clicked onto the ground.
Now aware of Hanni's presence, you quickly moved your hand to wipe your blood shot eyes. Hanni's hand caught your wrist, concern evident. She lightly shifted the cup a little closer to you, before she reached her hand across your face, a gentle smile on her face, lightly cupping your face then running her hair through your hair.
"It's okay my love. I'm here for you. Just, break, alright? It's okay to break, I'll be here."
As if waiting for permission, once you heard those words, you buried your face into her shoulder, Hanni initially taken aback, but quickly wrapping her hands around you, a gentle but firm hold to calm you, lightly patting you on the back as she whispered sweet nothings, reassuring you that she was there, and that it was going to be okay.
When you retreated from the secure comfort that was Hanni, she smiled, picking up the cup and handing it to you. You gingerly took the cup, trying to supress a hiccup, then sipping the hot beverage, slowing your breath to a steady pace.
"Can you tell me what's wrong babe?" Hanni asked, hazel brown eyes peering into yours.
You unlocked your phone, then sliding it to Hanni. In a glance, Hanni realised what happened.
"I wasn't good enough. I just can't believe I let it happen again." You whispered, the tone of self loathing and despair breaking Hanni's heart.
Your grades were good, great even, but they fell short. As if a curse that had befallen you, you always had a habit of underperforming during national exams. Your preliminary grades were always good enough to go to the best schools, your target school, but when it came to national exams, well, that was another story.
"Babe, remember what you told me when we first met?" Hanni asked, pulling you in.
"How I wasn't supposed to meet you, but I was happy that I did?" You chuckled, remembering how awkward you were with her.
"Yeh. You didn't do the greatest for the first national exams, and did the world end? No. But what happens?" Hanni playfully shook you
"I met you." You whispered with a small smile.
"That's right. You told me that you didn't regret any of it, and you shouldn't! I know you tried your best, because after you tucked me into bed at night, you'd stayed up studying, and you'd put in your all for every single exam that you did." Hanni ran her fingers through your hair once again, before she lowered her hand to your chin, raising your head up as she looked lovingly into your eyes.
"Sure, sometimes things don't go the way we want it, maybe we don't get what we initially wanted, but it's not a stop, it's just a detour, and maybe you'll find some gems along the way, present company included." Hanni said with a proud smirk, causing you to laugh, playfully elbowing her.
"Keep it down Pham Mario."
Rolling her eyes, Hanni continued. "So, L/N Peach, trust in how it all goes. You do your best, and that's enough. You're one of the most capable people I know, and if anyone can handle whatever curveballs the world throws at you, it's you, my love. So, just grow as we go, and go where the River takes you. And through all of it, know that no matter what happens, I'll be right by your side in that river, in the same boat, rowing along with you."
Tears forming in your eyes once again, you smiled, leaning down and giving Hanni a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you mi vida."
Walking out of the classroom, Hanni leaned into your chest, your larger stature providing her security and comfort.
"Wait, Han." You said, a devious idea popping into you head.
"Hmm?" Hanni hummed in response.
"So if I go where the river takes me, does it mean I'm going to go somewhere else, and find someone else?" You teased, as Hanni's face soured, pulling away from you and glared at you.
"Watch yourself, I might be small, but all that means is that I'm closer to hell, and a hell of a lot more dangerous where ankles are involved." Hanni shot back, causing you to laugh heartily. Hanni always had that effect on you.
"Don't worry, Han, I'm yours, and you're mine. We'll row together alright?" You reassured, as Hanni smiled, then diving into you again.
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More IRL Lego Lancer!
We played the Tomb of Delios one-shot by Katherine Stark. Some NPC comp / sitrep spoilers ahead.
I used the backs of old trivial pursuit boards for grids, egg cartons, poster tubes, and a big Roomba box + insert for terrain.
I coated the cardboard with this flour and glue paste recipe I found on youtube.
I found a bunch of cheap-ish large lego octogons and walls online for the modular buildings, then greebled them with misc urban details I collected from my local bricks & minifigs bulk by-volume bins.
Our PCs were a Swallowtail artillery (callsign Bandit; an SSC plant in the union auxilliaries), Störtebeker striker (callsign Roadkill, silver-nanite kintsugi'd mechromancer), and Black Witch support (callsign Egret, disgraced princess (gotta be one of my favorite genders)).
The elite cataphract ended up playing trapdoor spider for most of the game; hiding in a magical healing forest (thank u support o7) and grappling PCs back into the forest with it.
Its scariest turn was popping out, structuring the Bandit and destroying his siege stabilizers, and lassoing it back into the forest. Egret came to the rescue and finally did the cataphract in with perimeter command plate/impact lance/crit thrown tactical knife overwatch combo.
The Swallowtail never took any voluntary movement after deploying its siege stab round 1, but between rainmaker knockback, the aforementioned trapdoor spider incident, and allied ferrous lashes, and a few rams, it was pingponged around the map pretty significantly.
"Come out Rainmaker, I just want to talk."
The final threat to the objective was when a bastion clambered up onto the pipeline to contest them. The Störtebeker (whose mini was having trouble standing up on the pipeline) pulled an indiana jones and just shot it down.
For the pre-battle narrative section, I made two 4-step clocks out of lego and a minimap as the party visited various districts of the city. Both were totally unnecessary but I think added a lot to the IRL experience.
All in all, it was a lot of fun! Things that worked well/could be improved on:
The aforementioned mini stability. I should add more baseplates to the minis to making moving and standing them up less finicky.
As cool as the egg carton bottoms are, having flat surfaces is just better. Going to stick with the tops going forward.
The grid ground floor worked great. I should trace more grids onto the egg cartons and larger boxes. I also made a few measuring sticks out of dowels and that was super handy.
Witchdice on phones continues to work well for PC character sheets.
I made a handful of status tokens that we could put next to mechs. They were handy for consumable statuses like lock-on, but less so for memorable ones like exposed and hidden.
We needed more little indicators for misc systems like Javelin Rockets and Iceout Drone.
It was fun to be able to follow up "how do you want to do this" with "you may now destroy the mini".
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