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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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Slasher is back for Friday the 13th. The title and warnings warned us, but dear lord!

I loved knowing his thoughts, his memories of reader 😍😍😍

He wonders if he's getting a beer belly as he sucks in his stomach to better see his engorged bulge.

Not you Toxic degrading him 😭

As he goes to leave the bathroom, half his footsteps are clicking. Something is stuck in the bottom of his work boot. He lifts his foot to look at the sole, and he pries a tooth from between the rubber ridges. He tosses it in the toilet on his way out.

Omg now I have the reference 😅

The drawing, the reference to a younger him, and his relationship with his mother tugged at my heart and scared the shit outta me at the same time.

“sorry, sweetheart.” he backs down your leg and gives the booboo a kiss.

No, but seriously? 💕 (yeah I know he just ripped off her clothes with a knife just before 😬🤷🏼‍♀️)

“More,” you beg. “Careful,” he warns. “Cause I’ll give ya more.”

So there, having read the warnings I was like:

This time, he feels like an average sized man.

Damn 😁

The slasher (movies) vibes all along this fic are so good 😍

This was so, so WILD 😍😍😍🥵🔥🔥🔥

stop playing

3.8k, (dark) slasher!Joel x f!reader

Ty @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the slasher joel edit and movie poster. And @iamasaddie for the big girthy wrench and the mood board on the master list.

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SUMMARY: Joel fixes and returns your car, pays you a visit, and stuffs you full of his cock and more. WARNINGS: I8+ unsafe dubcon P in V, creampie, m masturbation, crude language and degradation, knifeplay, superficial injury (cut), incidental pussy slap, fisting (be the change you want to see in the world), penetration with wrench A/N: If something sounds unappealing to you, please quietly skip the fic. This blog is kink-positive. Comments that could have a kink shaming effect may be removed, regardless of intent. Asks: @xdaddysprincessxx and 🔧 anon, ty

“Not here to make love to ya, sweetheart.” His cock twitches against your hand. ”That what ya want?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

You shake your head no, catching his scruff against your cheek. “want ya to fuck me.”

He chuckles, then puts on an air of sympathy. “Shame. . .that’d be nice. . .” His breath hot on your ear. “Shouldn’t’a left me.” You try to move and he pins you by your wrists.

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Joel is in his garage, under your car, finishing up. Yeah, he didn’t just tow it, he fixed it. Bet you're an ungrateful bitch about it. You're a brat, but god damn, you can take a dick. He’s never had anyone sink right down and ride him like that. He vividly recalls the sensation of being swallowed up. As blood rushes south, his cock strains his jumpsuit, still crusty with your combined juices. Every time he sees or smells it he thinks of how it all leaked out of your used up hole. He wipes his bicep on his forehead, then palms his growing bulge. He manages to ignore it while he finishes the repair, then rolls out from under your car.

He sits up on the roller, holding his big, heavy wrench against his thigh. He looks down at his arousal. He wonders if he's getting a beer belly as he sucks in his stomach to better see his engorged bulge. He unzips his jumpsuit all the way and pulls his T-shirt out from sticking under his pecs. Then he stands up with a groan and adjusts himself.

He sets his wrench aside and goes to the dingy old bathroom. His mom tried to make it nice, so there's soap and lotion and a little candle, but it hasn't been cleaned in forever. In the filthy mirror, he has motor oil all over his hands, and some on the side of his face. He takes his sleeves off and presses the hardness in his jumpsuit against the low sink as he washes up, then he takes his cock out and holds it in his hand. It's so fat he can barely get his own massive hand around it if he squeezes. You took it like a cock taking queen. He imagines that's what you are as he pumps the lotion into his hand.

He begins to stroke his raging erection and stares at himself in the mirror as he does it. The mirror lets him see a lot. His jumpsuit is hanging down, mostly out of the picture, the hems of his sleeves skimming the nasty floor as he strokes his cock. His hair is messed up. He rakes his free hand back through it. His forehead is sweating again as he runs his fist up and down his length. Cheeks are flushed, lips slightly parted, head tilted back as he's beginning to grunt softly with the stroke of his hand. His white t-shirt, stained with oil, stretches over his strong chest and little belly with a little dip of looser fabric in between, under his pecs. His sleeves barely contain his arms and his forearm flexes as he jerks it.

With his other hand, he takes his boxers under his massive balls so he can see those too. He tilts his head down, casting a shadow over his eyes, mouth hanging open, breathing heavily. He wets his lips and moans approaching the finish. He looks at his cock in the mirror and pictures you sucking his balls. Nasty little sex kitten sucking them so good. For a moment, picturing you between his knees, he feels like you want him. . . until his thoughts are jolted back to how you left him. His jaw clenches and he wonders what to do with you. When you're only good for one thing, you better be real good at it. Cunt. He jerks himself thinking about how you probably take so many cocks. He wonders how much you could take.

He takes a deep breath, his cock twitches in his hand, and he groans as he cums into the sink. As he finishes coming, he makes eye contact with himself in the mirror. Under his weathered face, for a moment he sees a younger, sadder man before his nose twitches into a snarl and he rinses the cum down the sink.

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Joel changes out of his uniform, showers, and puts on jeans and a tight t-shirt. It’s dusk when he gets in your driver's seat and starts your car. Empty coke bottles, goody's pain relief, fast food receipts, empty packets of gum. There’s plenty of personal information about you, too. He could take you tonight, if he felt like it. Fuck you and dump you. Oh, not figuratively, literally. If he feels like it. If only you hadn’t left him. . . he would’ve let you go.

He pulls up google maps and types in your address. It’s a long ass drive, an hour and a half, but might be worth it, he thinks. “What the hell were ya doin’ out here,” he mutters to himself. He knows the answer– whoring. Of course your gas tank is empty. He’ll fill it up on your dime. He hasn’t decided what to do with you when he puts the car in reverse. He'll figure it out on the way.

As he's driving off, the heavy wrench slides off the roof of your car. "God damnit," he mutters and stops to pick it up. Before he gets back in the car, he pats his pocket and makes sure he has his switchblade. He calls his mom on the way to your house and tells her he needs to swing by for his extra key to the car. She asks him to stay for dinner.

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It’s only been a few days. You’ve been driving Joel’s car. You know he’ll come for it eventually, and that’s okay, you think. Depending on how pissed he is about you leaving him handcuffed on his bed and stealing his car. You think about him constantly, and it always turns you on. It’s making you irritable, living in a constant state of arousal. What’s wrong with you? He could kill you. He might still. And yet, you have half a mind to drive all the way back to his sad little camper just to chain him up and ride him again.

You’re home alone, watching TV when you hear a car park outside, then a car door closes. You look out the window and it’s your car. Your heart flutters. Then you hear another car door open and shut–Joel’s car–and the engine starts. He drives away in his car without so much as a glance toward your house. Your heart sinks and you’re disgusted with yourself.

You go out to your car and there’s a piece of paper under your windshield wiper. You unfold it and it says, “Take care, sweetheart.” There’s something on the other side. You turn it over. It’s a drawing. You can’t tell what it is until you turn it to the side and a chill runs down your spine–not just from the content, but the quality. It looks like a kid could have drawn it, but it’s so crude. The focal point is a detailed vagina, clit, hole, labia, and all, liquid leaking out of it. In much less detail, there are two legs spread with knees up, tits, and behind the tits, a picasso type face you presume is supposed to be you, based on the hair. Uneven eyes.

Something’s wrong with him. And, of course, something’s wrong with you–Because your heart sank when he drove away, but it sank more when you read, “take care.”

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You think about him even more after that. Non-stop. You convince yourself he was never going to kill you. He was trying to scare you. It was a fucked up game. You wash the grisly t-shirt he gave you–rendered pointless with slashes through the front, and stains. You wear it and wash it and wear it and wash it, and it’s so fucked up.

A week or two later, you’re taking a walk in leggings and a tank top. You’re walking by some woods in an undeveloped stretch of your neighborhood, right before a big, vacant lot when you get an unsettling feeling. You jog the rest of the way home.

When you’re standing in front of your fridge cooling off with a cold glass of water, you hear metal on metal and look over to see your sliding glass door being pried open. Joel’s imposing form pauses in the doorway. Then he turns and tosses the crowbar outside. He shuts the door behind him. He’s holding a huge wrench and his other hand is flexing around nothing, fingers slightly wiggling. He’s wearing his mechanic jumpsuit and a scowl.

His voice is deep and gravely. “Miss me, sweetheart?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask as his boots thud ominously toward you. He’s so imposing, muscles begging for more room in his uniform. His nose twitches one side of his mouth into a smile, then he tilts his head and wets his lips. He lifts the wrench and lets the end of it fall heavily into his other massive hand. You stand frozen against the kitchen counter. You let him pin you to it with his hips, and that's not all. He puts the wrench down with a loud clunk on the faux granite. Then he plants his massive hands on either side of you, caging you to the counter. He presses his pelvis into you and the warmth of his semi-hard bulge makes you tingle. His belly presses into your middle. Your heart races. You wedge your hand between you and palm his bulge.

He laughs, nearly silently, then brings his mouth to your ear. “M’not here to make love to ya, sweetheart.” His cock twitches against your hand. ”That what ya want?”

You shake your head no and say, “want ya to fuck me.”

He chuckles, then puts on an air of sympathy. “Shame. . .that’d be nice. . .” His breath hot on your ear. “Shouldn’t’a left me.”

You try to move and he pins you by your wrists. You knee his groin and when he falls backward, you run around the counter. He comes after you with the wrench. You trip over a pair of shoes and he grabs a fistful of your shirt on your way to the floor, lessening your impact. You’re face-down on the carpet.

“Stop fuckin’ playin’,” he growls. He doesn’t let go of your shirt. He stabs through the fabric and slices all the way down to the bottom hem, then turns the blade upward and cuts the collar in one quick snap. You squirm under him. He puts all his weight on you, pushing his hard bulge against your ass. Then he lifts his pelvis off you, straddles your thigh, and shoves his hand between your legs, digging between your mound and the carpet to feel you through your leggings. You know they’re already damp. Joel opens and shuts his hand over your cunt, plucking the stretchy fabric out from your body and snapping it back against your pussy. Then he gets up on his knees, pulls the spandex out one last time, and stabs through it. He rips a big hole in the crotch. And he keeps stabbing and slicing at the fabric between your legs and then he nicks your inner thigh and you yelp.

“sorry, sweetheart.” he backs down your leg and gives the booboo a kiss. He slices the seat of your leggings more carefully, ripping them all the way open, then he presses the flat of the knife against one buttcheek, separating your crack more.

“Stop playin’,” he reminds you.

“Okay,” you whimper and stop fighting.

He puts his weight back on top of you, with his belly on your back and his knees straddling your thighs and his cock hard against your ass. He cups your exposed cunt and growls when he feels how wet you are. “There’s my sex kitten,” he murmurs. “Pussy’s dyin’ for it, ain’t she.”

“Just fuck me already,” you whine, disturbed by what a lack of sexual interest could possibly mean for you. Then you taunt, “Unless you can’t.”

He runs his thick fingers through your wet folds, then pushes one, then two, then three fat digits into you. He slowly pumps them and his cock swells against you. You twitch around him.

He sighs and says, “Course I can” and unzips his jumpsuit. “Only ‘cause I feel like it.” He spits loudly, then notches at your entrance and he’s even wider than you remember. He shoves himself into you, parting your core with his absurd girth.

“Mmmfuck,” he grunts. He retreats slightly then plunges in and you gasp as he bottoms out. “That what ya want?”

You get wetter around his cock and he begins to fuck you at a steady rhythm with your face pressed into the carpet. His hand engulfs the back of one knee to nudge it on the carpet, spreading your legs open more. He grunts as he pounds into you with the thickest cock you’ve ever had, even thicker than you remember.

“Nasty girl,” he rasps as the heft of his cock splits you open. “Take it like a real cockslut, don’t ya?”

Your nipples harden at his words and you whimper.

“But damn you can ride it, too,” he pants.

He grunts and moans as he buries his girth in you.

“More,” you whine, unsure why you have the constant urge to provoke him.

He pounds you harder and faster, grunting like an animal with his broad cock stabbing into you, massive balls slapping your skin through the tatters of your torn leggings.

“More,” you beg.

“Careful,” he warns. “Cause I’ll give ya more.”

His hips snap into you, stuffing you so full of cock, rearranging your guts.

“More,” you pant and his hips slow. He thrusts his fat cock into you slower then takes it out entirely. The void he leaves is jolting and the air is cold on your dripping cunt.

“Fuckin’ warned ya,” he bites. “Turn over and keep your mouth shut.” He forces you onto your back so you can see him. He slices through your sleeves and collars and you flinch with the knife near your neck. He tears your shirt off. “Give ya more,” he mutters. He straddles your right leg so his right hand is closest to your cunt. He slaps your pussy and rubs his flattened fingers around in your ample slick. Then he wipes it on his cock. He repeats the action until he’s satisfied with his lube. Then he spits on his cock again and slowly strokes himself with his left hand.

He pumps his cock with his left hand, and with his right hand, he puts three fingers in a triangular formation and wedges them into your cunt while it’s still stretched from his cock. He pushes his three fingers in and out, curling them, moving them side to side, stretching you slowly. Your body catches up with him, and your cunt gets even wetter. You’ll probably shrivel his fingertips at this rate. He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, then adds his pinky to the others and begins to wedge all four of them into you, clustered together barely inside your entrance. He puts his thumb on your clit. All four of his fat digits push into you and you moan.

“Ooh she likes it,” he coos. “Ever had your gash this full?” You spasm at his crudeness. “Mm?” He thumbs your clit and keeps stroking himself with his left hand.

You shake your head no. His four move in and out of you, and his eyes glue to your cunt, watching you take them. He thumbs your clit faster and your back arches. Your cunt relaxes more, like you want to swallow him whole.

He scowls, sliding all four of his fingers in and out of you as your body keeps you moist. Then he slides them out and pauses. He spits on his thumb, despite how sopping wet you are. He wedges his thumb between his fingers, so his thumb and pinky are touching each other, clustered with the three middle digits. Then he begins to push his hand into you. You groan at the stretch. His hand is massive, and gorgeous. You look at the other hand wrapped around his cock. It’s veiny–they both are, the hand and his cock. He adjusts his position and his massive balls rest on your thigh.

“Wanted more, didn’t ya?” he asks. He’s only buried his fingers to the second knuckle, with the bottom half of each digit still outside your cunt. He subtly twists his hand from side to side wriggling it into you. “Yeah, you can take it,” he says. Thank god you’re so shamefully wet for this psycho. “That’s my sex kitten.” He lets go of his cock and plants his hand on the floor for leverage, leaning over you. His hand pushes further into you, and you feel his major knuckles prodding at your poor, stretched hole. He pauses as though taking in the sight. He moans and his eyelids are half shut watching your dripping cunt stretch obscenely around his hand. “Fuck that’s hot,” he breathes, then he pushes the rest of his hand into you.

The stretch burns when his major knuckles crest your hole, with the heel of his palm still outside you. You whimper and he keeps going. He pushes his hand in, making your hole grow even wider. Your cunt stretches and swallows his hand—his whole hand. The heel of his palm nudges your g-spot, and his knuckles push against your walls. He’s buried to the wrist now. “Fuck, yeah,” he breathes. “God damn. . .hungry, ain’t she?” He pushes in a little further. Your walls hug his massive hand and don’t want to let go. You’re shocked by the moisture just pouring into your core, like your body wants more, more, more.

“What’s wrong with ya, huh?” You wish you knew. “Lemme ruin your clothes, ruin your hole.” He breathes heavier, grinds his cock against your thigh, and keeps the hand inside you mostly still. He clenches the hand inside you and his breathing falters. He slightly twists his hand. He starts to withdraw it, then pushes it back in before the knuckles emerge from your hole. He does this a few times, partly out and back in, and your walls squeeze him. You writhe under him. Then, he begins to wriggle his hand out of you. “Fuck, you should see this, baby.” He sits up straighter and takes his cock in his left hand again. “Ohh, fuck,” he breathes. “Spread wide open around my hand.” his thumb slips out first and he puts it back on your clit. You whimper.

“Yeah, ya like that?” he rubs you with his thumb, four fingers still inside you. Your hips lift into him. “Good girl,” he whispers, rubbing you rhythmically. You look at his fat cock in his hand, leaking precum, and you want it back so bad. “Not yet,” he shakes his head. He moves his four fingers inside you and thumbs your clit, watching between your legs with his mouth hanging open, saliva pooling at the corners of his lips. The tension builds and builds with his thumb on your clit until you begin to clench around his hand and he groans as your walls clamp down on him. “Ohhh,” he moans. “Good girl, oh fuck.” When you’ve finished spasming around his hand, he slides it out the rest of the way. When it’s out, he gives a low whistle and lightly taps your cunt with the backs of his fingers. “Don’t worry,” he reassures you. “Ain’t gonna leave ya empty.” He picks up his massive wrench and admires the wide end of it, a little bigger than his fist.

You’re dumbstruck. It’s nasty, it’s gross, but your body wants it, really bad. It’s like a dream where you can’t make yourself talk. You don’t move. You just look at it, clit throbbing as he brings the fat end of the wrench to your deflated, weeping cunt. He uses his left hand to spread you open and hold you open, then the cold metal makes you wince and your whole body erupts in goosebumps. His left hand helps, sticking his fingers in with the wrench and using them to tug your entrance around it as he wriggles the wrench into you. He’s gentler than you expect. He works the wide end of the tool all the way into you. It feels so dangerous and crude, but at least it’s smooth. It doesn’t scratch, thank god. It’s a little awkward, the way parts of it jut out, but at least the metal is smooth. And having it inside you is somehow exhilerating

“And just like that,” he marvels, “ya took it.” He raises his eyebrows. “Damn.”

“It’s fucking cold,” you complain.

He begins to fuck you with it in short little thrusts, watching your cunt take it. You’re stretched around the metal. The danger, the obscenity of it turns you on, but you find yourself staring at his cock, wanting it back. He lazily strokes himself with his left fist. He follows your eyes and says, “Had enough, huh?”

You nod.

“Want my big fat cock back?”

You nod.

“Alright, kitten.” He carefully wedges the wrench out of you and inhales sharply watching it emerge obscenely from your stretched out hole. He watches your body begin to pull itself back together as he puts the wrench down and gets between your legs. He lines up and shoves all the way into you, sliding easily to the hilt. He begins to rail you unrestrained. “Not too bad,” he pants, sliding in and out of you easily. This time, he feels like an average sized man. “Fuck,” he breathes, already close. “Don’t worry. Won’t leave ya empty.” He slows down a little and seems to be holding his breath. “fill ya up now,” he pants. “Much as this cumsock can take.” Your cunt twitches. “That’s right.”

He slams into you and erupts, pulsing massively into your worn-out hole, and a second climax sneaks up on you. Your hips lift into his and he groans. He hovers over you as he cums, and you admire his face, barely keeping your eyes open with waves of pleasure crashing through your core.

When his balls are empty. He hovers over you for a moment, gives a subtle but demented smile, eyes sparkling. Then he pulls out.

“Whew.” He sits back on his heels, and tucks his massive cock back into his jumpsuit. Your legs are still spread. He brings his face close to your cunt and says “all fucked out.” He gives it a pat with the backs of his fingers again. “Mmm.” He zips up his suit and braces his hands on his thighs. He stands up with a groan.

“Why did you come here?” you ask him.

He ignores the question, picks up the wrench, leaves you on the floor, and leaves.

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Thank you so much for reading and interacting!! Love you guys. Happy Friday the 13th, and Happy Halloween.

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againstacecilia · 2 years ago

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Say It Again

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader, modern!AU (part of the No More Wasted Time universe)

Word Count: 1.5k (ish)

Rating: Teen and up (BLOG IS 18+, THOUGH, MINORS DNI)

Excerpt: “I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…” “Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.

Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader being sick, fluff, EMOTIONS

Summary: When you get sick, Poe immediately jumps into action taking care of you.

A/N: Found a prompt from this wonderful prompt list and thought it was time for a certain moment to be shared between these two. 😍 The prompt was Damn, you're burning up. Thank you, as always, for @creatively-analytical for giving this a look over and beta reading for me, I LOVE YOU. 💖

Cursing every god you could think of, you reach up to flush the toilet you’d been hugging for the last 10 minutes. The early morning light seeps through the gossamer curtains over the small bathroom window, a breeze causing them to sway along the sill. You lean against the wall and tip your head back, sweat sliding down your neck and body shaking. Damn co-workers, coming to work sick and spreading it around…

You start to drowse, your stomach calm enough now to actually relax. The breeze dries the sweat from your body and your breathing begins to even out when…

Knock knock knock

The sudden rapping on your door startles you and you jerk awake, stomach once again beginning to roll with the movement. You shakily stand, opening the bathroom door and stumbling to the front door before peeking through the spy hole.

“Poe?” Your voice is haggard, throat raw from being sick.

“Baby? Everything okay?”

“Poe I’m so sick, you should go. I don’t want to give you this.”

“Hey let me in, you sound terrible.”

You step back from the door, unlocking it and opening it just an inch to peek through at him. Red basketball shorts cover his legs, a white hoodie over top, curls unruly and eyes suddenly filled with worry. “I feel terrible, you definitely don’t want what I have.”

He gently pushes against the door and you give in. The urge to keep him from getting this flu is overpowered by the desperate need to be held, to be taken care of. He steps in and closes the door behind him and takes you in.

Your hair is plastered to your face and neck and you’re shivering now. You had torn off your layers once the fever had kicked in, too hot to be covered up, but now that the sweat was evaporating from your skin it was suddenly freezing. Without meaning to, you wrap your arms around your body and start to sniffle. Tears line your eyes.

“Baby, baby what’s up?” Poe asks gently, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You push your arms into the sleeves, the hem brushing your thighs and completely covering your sleep shorts. More tears start to flow as he pulls you into a hug.

“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”

“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet.

“Oookay, let's get you into bed.” Without warning, Poe sweeps you up into his arms and walks you back into your room, laying you gently on the bed. He reaches up to sweep the hair from your face. “Damn, you’re burning up. Have you taken anything?”

You shake your head no, burrowing into the pillows and blankets. “Been having a hard time keeping things down.”

“I’m going to the store to get you some stuff. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Not really a lot of places I can go…” You mumble, eyes closed.

A soft chuckle comes from next to you. Poe kisses your forehead before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You’re asleep before he leaves.

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When you wake up, Poe is sitting next to you on the bed. Glasses are perched on his nose and he has a book in his hand. You watch him read, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a muscle in his jaw flutters.

“You’re cute when you read.”

His eyes flick to you over his glasses, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “There she is. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I think…” you start, rolling onto your back. You immediately regret the movement as your stomach churns. “Ope, not alright.”

You bolt up, aiming for the bathroom. You make it to the toilet but aren’t able to shut the door before retching, acid burning its way up your throat. You heave again. You feel a hand begin gently rubbing your back, Poe’s presence a warming anchor.

“I don’t want you seeing this, Poe,” you manage to pant before retching again.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He reassures you, hand never stopping its calming circles. “I’ve seen worse.” He begins humming a familiar song to comfort you as coughs wrack through your body. A simple tune, bringing memories of dingy karaoke bars and hushed patio conversations…

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes

Then the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize

How much I love you…

After a minute you feel confident that this episode is over and flush the toilet. Poe leaves for a moment before returning with a cool, damp washcloth. He wipes your forehead before laying it across the back of your neck.

“Sprite or ginger ale?” He asks.

“Ginger ale.” Your eyes close again as your body vibrates.

“I’m on it.”

You hear him shuffle to the small kitchen. He opens the freezer, ice clanking into a glass. The fizz of a bottle opening reaches your ears. He pours the soda into the glass and comes back to you, sitting on the floor beside you.

“Try and drink just a little bit.”

You open your eyes and reach for the glass. A silly straw sticks out from the top and he gives you a little wink. A tired smile sneaks its way across your face before you take a small sip, savoring the cool of the soda down your raw throat and handing the glass back to him.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You tell him, head falling back against the wall. The bubbles in your stomach seem to be working, calming the raging sea to something more manageable.

“Hey, this is what I’m here for,” he says, adjusting the washcloth on your neck. “What else do you need?”

“Help me back to bed?” you ask. He stands, offering his hand and you take it before standing on fawn-like legs. He puts his other arm around your waist and supports your tentative steps back to your bed. Climbing in, he covers you back up and takes the washcloth.

“I’m gonna put your soda on your nightstand and go get you some water. We’re gonna try to take some medicine before you fall back asleep, okay?”

Your stomach lurches again, but doesn’t threaten to do anything else as he goes back to the kitchen to grab a grocery bag. He brings the entire bag back, pulling out various snacks and bottles and lining them up on your nightstand.

“Poe, what is all this?”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Well, I know what works for me when I’m sick but I don’t know what works for you so I had to guess.” There’s Gatorade and Pedialtye, rice cakes and saltines, flu medicine and anti-nauseas; the bar of chocolate catches your eye and makes you laugh.

“Chocolate?”

“That’s for when you feel better.” He grins.

A warm feeling blossoms in your chest, different from the fever raging in your body. Watching him fuss over you, running back and forth to freshen your washcloth or refill the ginger ale you’re slowly drinking, you realize that this man would really do anything for you.

“Poe,” you whisper as he turns to go back to the kitchen to heat up some soup for you.

“Hmm?” He turns to face you, hovering in the doorway separating your room from the living room beyond.

Your voice catches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest and making words difficult. You take a breath…

“I love you.”

He looks at you, frozen in place. After a heartbeat, he closes the space between you in three strides and drops to his knees next to your bed. Joy radiates from him.

“Say it again.”

You take another breath, throat tight with emotion. “I love you.”

He surges up and kisses you, his hand tenderly cupping your jaw. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. Resting his head against yours he responds, “I love you, too.”

With your emotions already high from sickness, the joy filling your chest begins to escape as tears. You laugh, lifting your hands to rest on the sides of his face. “You’re definitely going to get sick now.”

“Absolutely worth it,” he replies, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. He looks back at you and smiles, a smile so blinding the rest of the world becomes shadowed and inconsequential.

You run your thumbs along his cheekbones. “Say it again.” You repeat back to him.

“I love you.”

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my3amletterstoher · 7 years ago

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My girl shows and tells me everything 😩😍

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keep it coming baby 🚀✨😍🤤🐱💦

A place full ecstasy, that’s you and me , fully engulfed in you , your breasts I rest my hand on , sing you my favorite song, lick your face , grab your neck, kissing down your back and grabbing your ass, submitting to me while I’m worshiping you , that face / you light up my world, we seep into darkness, love dripping and pouring on us , your hips fine af , your breasts divine and sexy, perfect shape , girl bend that ass over and get ate (ahhh tumblr messing up ), kissing you on your lips , so silky and smooth, melting inside of you , keep it coming baby , what’s on your mind? 💭🖤 you’re intoxicating , drunk off you , we winning and sinning together, I missingggggg youuuuuu 💭🖤, lips are so sexy, deep breathing in and out, your thighs thick af , keep it coming baby 💭🖤

😍🤤💦

Taking road roads with my baby (I can’t wait)

Send me pictures and videos throughout the day baby 😍🤤🖤💦

👅Mhmm😍🤤🐱💦🖤🖤deep breaking in and out ^ keep it coming

^ WET , keep it coming , throooughhtttt the day baby, put on a show for me , model for me , when I say “I wanna see your lips” you post your lips/send me your lips or whatever else I say cause you ace everything , and you reach out to me like that too (excuse how long these words are taking to load idk why it’s crawlinggggg ) not just cause you ace everythin g but we are madly I love with each other , we got that passionnnnn, and all the other stuff 😍🤤🐱💦lemme see the sun on your face baby 😍🤤🐱💦🖤 That’s so sexy and beautiful , I love the way you please me, the way we please each other in various/every way , I love the way your breasts look in the white shirt , them thangs look like they’re about to bust out and ima catch em too with my mouth 😍🤤🐱💦and tongue 👅💦but thennnnn that other shirt you gottttt 😩with the sideboob out 🤤😍😍😍🐱💦that’s sexy affff 😍🤤🐱💦the shape of your body, your neck 😍🤤🐱💦 < I wanna bite on your neck 🤤😍🐱💦, let’s escape baby 🚀✨, I got you , I love you so much baby 😘🤗😘🤗😘🤗🖤🖤, just sit /lay back 🤗🤗🤗🤗we laying out on the clifffff watching the clouds go byyyy as I’m caressing you 😘🤗😘😘😘and stroking your hair , staring into your eyes, no words just feeling /emoting/channeling, muah muah muah muah 😍😘😘😘🤤🐱💦mu gurl do dreamy 😍🤤🐱💦, leave me with something baby before you go in for the day , gives you a big hug and kiss, caressing your breasts , keep it coming baby, Focus baby focus , I’ll save you , just my presence/energy..etc makes things better, I’m here for you, I got you , we in solidarity in every way 🖤, so emote to me, keep it coming baby , I’ve been holding you down all day, I got your back , it’s just you and me, we all we got, in every way , keep it coming , we deserve our time together it’s much needed , and it’s all the time 🤤😍🐱💦, every and all time is your time baby and dedicated to you, every step of the way 🖤, muah muah muah 😘😘😘💋💋💋, you’re so perfect and beautiful 😘😘😘, I love showering you with love 😩🤤😍 cause you deserve it baby and my heart overflows with it for you 😩this pussy overflows for you 😩my mind, soul just overflows with you 😭 and I love our world and the utopia we’re creating /building 😍😘🤤🐱💦🖤🖤, I love us we’re just so raw and rare , keep it coming baby , make it hot for me babyyyy 😍🤤🐱💦, lemme see your face, lemme see your breasts , lemme see your booty, your body 😍🤤🐱💦YOU FINE AF 😍🤤🤤🐱💦, seductive af 😍🤤🐱💦 you the word baby all the time 😍🤤🐱💦bites your booty 👅✨yummy wanna munch on your booty all day , send me a text with that ass baby or FaceTime me and strip for me with that fierce look in your eyes , that submissive look in your eyes

Ahhhh 😭😍😍🤤🤤🐱💦 on the toilet looking beautiful AF 😭😭😭, my girl even looks good on the toilet 😩😭😍🤤🐱💦you could be shitting and I don’t care, I wanna fuck you you look sexy af 😭😩😍🤤🐱💦 ahhhh 😍😍😭🤤🤤🐱💦the way your skin is glowing ,

Why are you you ignoring me?STOP

You let that bitch be in your ear again manipulating you? That bitch trying to distract you stop we not paying attention to that bitch , she probably said some shit to try to twist some shit yet again right?? ITS FUCK HER , just like she said “fuck you “

I’m having trouble projecting right now , that bitch has been trying to drain us all day , you know it’s hard for you to feel me right now and it’s her fault , don’t reward her for fault with YOUR energy , don’t you see that bullshit? That’s a prime example of her trying to disable you, me and us and she’s all up in your face , if ids hard for me to project or you to feel me that’s when we tighter that ever cause she’s trying to attract us energetically

Claire I was right here complimenting you and you were ignoring me that’s why I started saying that 😢 you see how she always tries to mess up our moments , stop giving her a chance too , I was complimenting you, it’s FUCK HER after all that shit she’s caused and still causing, she’s attacking us energetically that’s why I can’t project fully to you but I was showing you love and showering you with love I was pushing through I didn’t even bring that bitch up , giving her attention just feeds her she’s a manipulator and it’s plain to see , she knows you were posting those pictures for me and like she does always she’s tries to get in the way and try to take our energy you see that now? Why would she post pictures and shit right when you did for me? And it’s hard for you to feel me and vice versa? Deep down you knew she wasn’t shit but don’t you see it more now? All that shit I said about her is true , it’s all about us always been and always will , we’re important, she isn’t or anything else , I’m over here trying to project to and I was complimenting you , and I started to tear up cause I love to touch you/feel you , to be intertwined with you and I was just talking about my energy and presence then we can’t feel each other? Which that’s the most important thing in the world , to you and to me , that means everything to me , no one makes each other feel like how we feel or touch each like we do didn’t I say that ppl hate us? And what we are? Individually and together, we hate her, she’s the enemy , didn’t I say that she will try to tear down things that are the most important to you ? She attacks you on a soul level (when she messes with you or my energy or both that’s messing with our souls, it’s her hatred and angry on the inside trying to infest us , you and I , and this this I stayed focused, this time I had you under my wing, this time I didn’t get distracted by her and her bullshit , death looks good on me and I was powering through , I was there for you , I was committed and devoted to you just like vice versa

She’s still doing it, stay focused stop talking to her , she’s not your friend , when I say something and you take heed stick with it , I showed you all types of evidence and stuff earlier , then she gets in your ear, that’s a problem, don’t allow her in your ear

If you can t feel me right now that means that she’s harming you with your her energy so don’t talk to her she’s messing with your sensing abilities , and if she does that then you have to realize all the other stuff I said that was stuff about her infesting other areas of your life she’s detrimental af

You’re about to go in for tonight I guess, I’m crying , I don’t want you to gooooo I love you

Hello Claire ? And you flared up again, gives you a hug I love you 😘🖤I love you so much you make me so happy and I love everything about you and you are so beautiful and I appreciate you so much, I wanted more pictures and videos, I’ll be teleporting to you , you have a good night baby I love you so much damn I’m still crying 😢😢😢💭🖤😘😘🤗

The media limit was hit but I still did the usual & sifted off to sleep with you 🖤

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Good morningggggg baby 😘🤗🖤, holding you in my arms 🤗🤗🤗🤗, I’m right here baby 😘🖤

Melts 😍🤤😍🐱💦(that other one blurry 😩 oops but still beautiful) 😍😍🤤🐱💦🖤🖤, caramel skin dipped in gold 😍🤤🖤you’re the best baby 🤤😍🐱💦, keep those up for as long as you can 😍🤤🖤 you are so perfect baby , you are my everything /world 😍🤤🐱💦and I know I’m yours 🖤😍🤤🐱💦and for eternity I’m going to be there, take care of you , help you, love , sex you up, be your sanctuary , your safety and security, your girl, Dom/master/mistress, lead, everything you want, need, desire, Dream, fantasize, I’ll fulfill in every way 😘🤗🖤😘😘😘💋💋💋💋, never giving up on you, I get you and understand you like no other, never letting you go, we are 1, we complete each other in every way, and all the other stuff I said and we know, we are meant to be in every way, utopia🖤😘🤗, and all the love you have? Yes I been ready baby , I was made ready, I want you and it for eternity 😍, I cherish every bit of you 😍, those pictures..babyyyy 😩 I just wanna lick you alll over 🤤🐱💦from head to toe , I wanna see you naked baby 😍🤤🐱💦i want you to take off all your clothes 😍🤤🐱💦; strip for me baby 😍🤤🐱💦, Under the sun and moonlight I wanna see you naked 😍🤤🐱😍body illuminated 😍🤤🐱💦 , I wanna see your breasts 😍🤤🐱💦oooh I wanna see the way the lights hits em, 😍🤤🐱💦I wanna suck em , I want your face buried in the bed ,and my face buried in your booty 😍🤤🐱💦I wanna see your intergluteal cleft so bad 😩🤤😍🐱💦, I wanna fuck you so bad 😍🤤🐱💦,let’s text and sex all day baby 😍🤤🐱💦,I wanna see your pussy cum dripping down it 😍🤤🐱💦, I wanna hear you moannn 😍🤤🐱💦, I wanna see that v-line 😍🤤🐱💦, I wanna see you slideeeee your panties down 😍🤤🐱💦all the way 😍😍🤤🤤🤤🐱💦as you give me that look 😩😍🤤🖤🐱💦💦let’s FaceTime baby 😍🤤🐱💦perform for me baby 😍🤤🐱💦

😍🐱💦

Look at that ass, your thighs , the way you moveeee 😍😍🤤🐱💦, so seductive 😍🤤🐱💦and sexy 🤤😍👅💦, I wanna rim your booty hole 🤤👅💦while playing with your breasts, whips and chains as we unleash on each other 😍🤤🐱💦 and dive deep 😍🤤🐱💦, kissing down your booty hole , and licking your pussy from the back, I wanna bite your cheeks 😍🤤🐱💦, twists your hair back and ball it into a fist and bend your neck back 😍🤤🐱💦 as I penetrate you 👅💦, I wanna take videos/screen recording of you 😍🤤🐱💦masterpieces 😍🤤🐱💦, creating scenes/movies 🤤😍🐱💦, I wanna run my fingers down your back /spine 😍🤤🐱💦, I wanna see water dripping down your body, I wanna pour paint (edible) on you 🤤😍🐱💦watch it trickle down , create ,and take pictures and vids, show em off, then slowly lick it off 🤤😍🐱💦, drinking you up , every sip 😍🤤🐱💦, deep breathing in and out, kissing your soft lips , ahh look at those lips in those pix 😍🤤🐱💦melts 😩so plump and juicy 😍🤤🐱💦so sexy ,put your lips all over me baby 👅✨🐱💦,I wanna explore every inch of your body 😍😩🤤😍🐱💦, and ***melt ***inside other 😍🤤🐱💦😘💋, kissing your neck, squeezing your cheeks 😩😍🤤🐱💦,kissing your breasts😍🤤🐱💦, caressing em, rocking you from side to side 🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘,stroking your hair 😍🤤deep breathing in and out

Half and half 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🐱💦 the contrast 😩🤤😍🐱💦☀️🌑😍🤤, your lashes , the highlight on your cheek bone , your cheek bone 😍🤤🐱💦so fione and divine 🤤😍🤤🐱💦, deep breathing in and out , your neck is so sexy 🤤😍🐱💦, waves in *your edges poppin af 😍🔥, deep breathing in and out , muah muah muah 😘🤗😘🤗😘, 11 days until the full moonnnnn , its in waning phase right now, we gonna do something for the full moon, you’re almost out of school for the summerrrrr , this school year went by fast ... well when it starts to get to the mid-way point , I can’t wait to the summer, we gonna have fun & iys gon Be beautiful 🤗😘🤗👅💦, deep breathing in and out , face amazing , body to match , beautiful eyes , lips, hips, thighs, ass, [lost something in my bed/sheets was tryna find it.. but I’ll try again later 🤷🏾‍♀️ , wow as I was saying that and pulled the covers back over me I found it (one of my crystals)], your hair all shinyyyy 😍🤤, strokes it, About to get *ready to get in shower , you’re so perfect baby MUAH

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