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Hi Meg :D ! Its me again I have another Question for you sorry if Im Filling you with my questions 𼲠because I really love the SK Boys AU well here comes my question What Would Happen if Sun found a St@LK3r in the Library bathrooms with a Little Girl of 7 years Old ?? Sorry if this question is stranger or uncomfortable (I LOVE THE SK BOYS đđâ¨đđđ)
Swift action is taken until the authorities arrive.
#answered ask#dca!serial killer au#sk sun#sun the librarian#fnaf sun#cw stalking#tw stalking#tw stalker#cw stalker
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so in the last week or so i've started getting these very random, very oddly-timed, and somewhat disturbing anon messages over on my main and @nonsensical-pixels-finds.
as anyone who's been following my blog will know, i most certainly haven't been in any beef recently, i've not received any 'hateful messages' before that first message; literally all i've done is post cc on the weekends and the occasional sims ramble lol. 'downplaying someone's mental disorder' what? i've most definitely not done anything other than reblog cc on my finds blog lmao.
the fact that the second message mentions ableism though, reminds me of @sammysundog's stalker situation. that's the only time that mental health has ever been 'discussed' on this blog to my recollection, and that was weeks ago. really not sure why i'm being targeted given that i've literally only reblogged that post but... đ¤ˇââď¸
tl;dr i'm turning off anon messages for this blog, and all others. sorry guys, if you've got the courage to ask me to do something for you, like a request, then you've got to have the courage to let me know who you are. and i'm sick of weird anons messaging me for completely off-topic stuff.
have a hopeful piggy praying for the redemption of your soul anon, he hopes you'll see the light and leave his mum aloneđ¤˛
#ky rants#important info#kinda?#seriously when i got the first post on jan 1st i was like#ok who do i have beef with...#who has beef with me...#nope nope no more beef on this blog ever again ty#non-sims#tw mentions of ableism#tw stalker#cw mentions of ableism#cw stalker
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Iâm want to invent time travel and go back and save younger Quin from all that bc EXCUSE ME
Tucking you away and protecting you from the world in some bubble wrap goddamn
I mean, I have said before it's really a wonder sometimes that I've lived this long.
Some of that wonder comes from the drinking and the orgies, and some of that wonder comes from the fact I had like 6 (maybe 7? I lose count sometimes) stalkers, and some of that wonder comes from the fact that I lost like 6 months of memory during a 9-month relationship because he was that much of a bastard, and some of that comes from
the sheer dumb luck
of things I survived in the work place until I moved states and got my very first second office job.
But hey, you know, the last 13-14 years have been Really Chill comparatively. ^^;
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Stalkerprettyboy
a gender connected to pretty boys, being a pretty boy, and/or (pretty) stalkers or being a (pretty) stalker boy.
#𫧠that's the black mesa. sweet voice#đŤi like everything#aemogai#anti endo mogai#mogai#actually mogai#gender coining#mogai blog#xenogender#mogai coining#genderprettyboy#stalkergender#tw stalker#cw stalker#stalker tw#stalker cw
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didn't wanna bring it up during the con last week, and i won't go into tons of detail in a public forum, but my con stalker came back. i'm unharmed and looking into potential solutions going forward beyond involving con security. just want the information out there. just in case.
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Sweetheart, you are getting raped. Conscious or not. You're going to want these drugs.
#autassasin#autassassinophilia#bl00d k!nk#stalker kink#r@pe kink#violence k!nk#cnc stalking#rough cnc#cnc daddy#r@pe k!nk#corruption kink#cnc k!nk#death threats#forced intox#intox kink#intox cnc#intoxication kink#intox play#intox fantasy#drugging kink#noncon drugging#forced drugging#cnc drugging#cnc somno#somno k!nk#somno breeding#somno fantasy#intox#somnophillia#cw somnophilia
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Before I start, I just wanna say I love your work, keep it up!!
A bit of a feminine m!reader and a stalker, kind of like the song stalkerâs tango by autoheart (praise kink and anything you wanna add)
Love me love me love me~! (Stalker Oc x feminine male reader) ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ËśËáşËËś ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
WC:. 1.5k
Tags: praise kink, back shots, creepy character, dub con (reader doesnât say but he wants it), stalking, spit as lube, men in panties, college AU, p in a sex, bad prepping(basically no prep cause he wants reader to feel em), slight Yandere themes?, coming inside panties, lil come play<33
A/N thanks for the request! I didnât know your kinks so I tried to keep it pretty vanil for the fic but I just get the vibe that the stalker is a lil bit of a yandere ૮ę°â Ë â ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
College was the time you were supposed to be the most happiest. freedom, no parents breathing down your neck and looking at you wearing your new skirts and finally away from HimâŚanyway this is the beginning of something new and that made you terrified excited.
Here you were grabbing boxes from the back of a hand me down car you bought last year, your hands full walking around campus searching for your dorm room. The sound of other college students bustling past even a frat boy running through the corridor laughing while another man smacks his shoulder.
Your heels clicking on the floors getting into the elevator finally out of view of the other students, not caring if they stared at you when you walked past them in your little skirt.
Finally finding your door room, room 234 in the third wing on campus. Pulling the door open and then it happens, the boxes nearly dropping from your hand âJasper?..â the man that single handedly ruined your teen years, the man you filed a restraining order against- the one that stalked you since middle school, putting cameras inside your shower, under your bed.
There he stood in all his glory, black hair all messy with his green eyes piercing you over like an interested cat, a crooked grin on his lips looking at you like some god before him. You quickly sit your boxes down on the twin bed to the left of the room with your hands now by your side looking at him.
âDid you miss me any [name]? I really missed you, so goddamn muchâ he walks over to you leaning down and shoving his face into your neck breathing in your scent without a care in the world âhowâd you find me JasperâŚmy parents made sure you didnât know the colleges I applied forâ your lips pressed into a thin line standing stiff and finding no comfort in the manâs touch.
âI total you Iâd never leave you baby? Canât live without you [name] I wouldnât wannaâ he kisses his way down grabbing at the hem of your shirt slipping under it and massaging his palms into your sides.
âYâknow I donât want you Jasper, I never have so just stopâ you mutter out all squeaky trying to get away even if your body knew you wanted it, even if you couldnât deny you found him hot youâd never admit it so you did the next best thing and tried to push away but only failing in return.
âDonât lie to me baby, youâre already getting hard so hard in that little skirt, itâs like youâre asking for me to fuck you?â His lips muffle themselves against your skin starting to suck it red while holding you pined between him and the wall while his second hand makes its way down to your mini skirt starting to lift it.
âDammit Jasper⌠stop thatâ you speak out because youâre in to deep to say otherwise feeling your cock bulging in the pink panties you were wearing. You had no stockings under your skirt letting your bulge get exposed while you go red in the face feeling jaspers hand snaking down giving it a rough squeeze before pulling his lips off your neck breathing heavy in your ear.
âJust be a good boy and bend over for me sweetheartâ you donât know why but you walked over to your twin size bed, not even getting on it just bending over on the side of it and shoving your face into the sheets standing in a pair of heels spreading your thighs.
âMh, baby so fucking beautiful, no idea how long Iâve been imagining thisâ he lifts your skirt in the back showing off the cotton fabric with little bows riding up between your cheeks making him smile reading his hands down and grabbing your cheeks spreading them and watching how your rim puckers up against the panties.
His thumb rubbing down your crack spitting on your panties and using his thumb to rub the now translucent fabric against your bud making sure to get it nice and wet while you lay with your cock weeping against the mattress feeling your knees buckle from the feeling.
âO-h youâre a pervert Jasper!â You yelp out and try to yell at him but fail when he reaches his hand off your ass cheek and grabs the back of your neck shoving it into the bed making your voice get muffled, âsuch a cruel accusation [name] Iâm not perverse, I just love you baby?â
Heâd coo to you from behind while the hand messing and teasing with your rim finally pulls your panties to the side of your ass just admiring how youâd clench around the air so effortlessly, your rim half prepped from all those nights youâd whine and finger yourself in your bed. Which of course he knew about back then, he had cameras?
âWant me to fuck it?â Heâd ask you softly even though you knew he was going to fuck you either way ây-eahâ you nod into the pillows gasping when he lets go of the back of your neck to undo his jeans making sure your skirt was pushed upwards on your waist, âyou should really get a tramp stamp sweetheart, get me something all pretty to aim at when Iâm coming all over that pretty archâ
Your face went red as a beat becoming more thankful he was behind you so he couldnât see your reaction but he already knew it when your rim winked at him again trying to swallow his finger tip like quicksand having him all giddy and infatuated with you. Jasper having been waiting years to get his cock nuzzled between those perky little cheeks.
âSo warm sweetie, just gonna fuck you so nice babyâ his voice comes out rigid pulling his boxers down letting his manhood spring free finally standing tall against his t shirt before he presses his dick between your cheeks and uses his hands to grip both cheeks sandwiching his cock between them as he rocks his hips spitting down on your ass again using it as lube fucking between your cheeks having your face down and your ankles bending out in your heels.
âJust push in already Jasper, donât fuckin tease me~â you moan reaching your hand down to your panties starting to palm yourself through the panties feeling yourself soaking the Cotten closing your eyes just feeling whatâs happening to your body having you melting like ice cream during summer.
âAlways a greedy boy werenât you?âŚwell doesnât matter, still love youâ he speaks nudging his pudgy cock head against your rim spreading the muscle open wide making him hiss âfuck thatâs it sweetieâ he tilts his head back rubbing your ass cheeks softly trying to get you to loosen up around him having him on cloud nine scrunching his nose up bottoming out inside you ready to come on the spot.
âJasâ ohâm g-odâ you croak and choke on your words going loose and fuzzy in the head just laying with your ankle wobbling to stay bent in your heels just screwing your eyes shut only opening them with he gives your ass cheek a little smack letting you adjust to his girth. Jasper bucks his hips forward making your face droop back down as his hips squish your plump skin.
Your hands going limp like jello under you unable to palm your neglected cock, just laying with your body limp letting him have his way with you praying to whatever was up in the sky that other students didnât hear Jasper giving you back-shots on your first day at campus. âYou have no idea hâmany nights I imagined getting myself inside your pretty body, mmh youâre worth the wait sweetheartâ
You feel your rim on fire when his base stretches you wider making your back arch trying to take him, your cock jumps in your panties at his dirty praises having you in hysterics hating the man but also just wanting him to hold you close and fuck you like you deserve, youâd never tell him though. âYou can start movin-!â You cry out arching under him gripping the bedsheets tight.
âShh stay quite sweetheart, stay nice and sweet for me [name]â Jasper speaks softly moaning under his breath bucking his hips feeling a hot flash in his abdomen trying not to come before you but goddamn you were like heaven around him, you were his addiction, his ambrosia and he couldnât get enough.
The sound of flesh in flesh filling up the dorm, his hands gliding over your body gripping the skin like a feral dog fucking you from behind having you reaching for the wall while the bed creaks shaking back and forth while your eyes open back up going wide and dumb when his cock assaults York inner walls hitting your sweet spot having you loosening up not clenching his cock so tight, jaspers hands pulling in your panties from behind making them tighter in the front, making your cock pulse against the firm fabric
âPlease Jas, please justââ you beg, you break you fold flush like a bad poker game not even knowing what you were pleading for just knowing you needed to come so bad your balls were swelling up going red in your panties about to explode when his cock halts pushing further and further against your prostate like a rubber band being stretched and pressed further and further about to snap.
âPlease what sweetheart? Tell me what you want, promise Iâll give it to youâ he speaks to you like a doll in complete opposites to how he was fucking you, his hands reaching letting go of your panties making you squeal from the release of pressure, he keeps fucking you thrusting and pumping his hips pressing his pubes to York lower back reaching up under you to your stomach to hold you up.
Holding you up half off the bed fucking you harder with your face still in the sheets and your hips raised high for him mewling feeling your favorite skirt go higher up on you. âPlease make me cum, please get me off Jasperâ you whine and you spasm around his dick. Your rim trying to take more until his balls press against yours, running together when he fucks into you.
âCome for me baby, just let go, lemme make it all better for you dollâ his pace picks up fucking you like some jack rabbit in heat. His hands tugging at your belly leaning forwards leaning back down laying on top of you bent over the bed heaving in your ear kissing the red marks he made on your neck snaking one hand down inside your panties tugging on your cock.
âSâ happening jas, gonna comeâ you canât help but to shiver and let go of the bedsheets arching your back against his stomach crying out wailing all cock drunk slurring your words while your cock pulses in his hand coming all inside your panties only further soiling them when the thick ropes leave your red cock head feeling like a release through your whole body having your balls relax a little once theyâre fully emptied.
âThereâs my good boy, I knew you were a sweetheart, just needed a little pounding to bring it outâ Jasper kisses your neck sucking on the red marks using his canines to pinch the skin letting go York your cock and slamming into you harder becoming less in rhythm and more desperate to get off.
You can feel his balls drawling up when they press against your ass, his veins rubbing more prominent against your inner walls having you biting your bottom lip with your toes curling in your heels while he thrusts one more time inside you piling out with a loud gasp âo-h fuck [name] feel what you do to me?â He asks shuddering behind you fucking between your spit slick ass cheeks letting his cock nudge your rim but never actually pushing in.
The next thing you know hot ropes of cum pump out spewing all over your hole getting between your cheeks feeling the hot liquid running down your arch getting on your back and your skirt practically coating you like he meant it. âThought you were pretty before but admit seeing you covered in my cum makes you even prettierâ
He lifts his head from your neck whispering the words out to you before slipping his hands from under you and massaging the cum all over your body rubbing your cheeks down with it slipping two slickened fingers inside you again playing with you before pulling out.
âLet me have a date baby, I promise I can treat you so good, Iâll be so sweet to you Iâll be sâmuch better than your ex wasâ he whispers to you cooing like a snake in the garden of Eden ready to tempt you into his sinful world. âYouâre fucking crazy Jasperâ you huff lifting your head laying now lifting yourself up on your elbows with your body aching from the rough fucking you just took, his hand marks and imprints leaving your skin swollen.
âIâm only crazy for you, youâre the only man that makes me feel itâŚonly wanna kiss Nâ love, only wanna come on you sweetieâ
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having stalkers for a long time and then having them go radio silent for like months is both refreshing and terrifying. like did they finally move on or am i in for a phone call at my work soon
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Yandere Stalker x you
Rated 18 + -- mature short content !
Content Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, stalking, manipulation, and violent fantasies. It delves into the unhealthy and dangerous mindset of a stalker obsessed with you. Reader discretion is advised.
WORD COUNT: 3.6K
INCLUDES: Stalking, blood kink, obsessive behavior, cunnilingus, fingering, fem reader, choking, mentions of cheating, p in v sex in public, murder, death, he's not a good person, dom yandere?, degradation?, he can be a bit of a gaslighter, gore, and more.
*This is the third fic to this little mini series. Check out the first part, and the second part for a better understanding! He is referred to as "your stalker." The italicized portion is his inner thoughts! This fic is inspired by the show You, and this is purely fictional writing!*
SYNOPSIS: Your stalker's obsession intensifies as he becomes involved with another woman named Daniella Foster, who he views as inferior to you. Despite his disdain for your best friend, he engages in a flirtatious and sexual relationship with her, all the while fantasizing about you.
What's more dangerous than a sick, psychotic, and perverted man?
I ran out of your blood today.
Just four hours ago, I was completely fine. The vial of your period blood was nearly empty, but I was able to stick my finger inside to collect the last of your crimson essence. I sucked a particularly big blood clot off my finger, and I was able to start my day with a huge smile.
Four hours ago, I could claim that I was a normal and functioning man, someone you wouldnât blink an eye at, and that was all thanks to you.
Four hours ago, I was able to brush my teeth, take a shower, and clean myself up for the day. I had an extra pep in my step, and I felt like I could take on the world with a positive outlook.
Donât you see how much life you give me? Your blood alone has made me feel like I was on top of the world, like I could float up into space with just your plasma to help me survive.
But now, it was gone.
Your stalker stared blankly at the window as his body was jostled side to side, his hands tightly gripping the handle of his tote bag that rested on his lap. He tried to ignore the obnoxiously sick person near him, who didnât even bother to cover their coughs. He closed his eyes to avoid staring into the eyes of another person across from him. He was sandwiched between two burly people: one shouted loudly into their phone, clearly having zero spatial awareness, while the other snoozed. The woman's head drooped as she nodded off, and her greasy hair brushed against his cheek.
She had a distinct smell of sweat and wet socks. Your stalker apologized to the man next to him as he slightly leaned his body away from the woman. He was stuck in this position unless someone took pity on him and spoke up.
His car was in the shop. The tire had unexpectedly given out, causing him to swerve into oncoming traffic. The car was old anyway, a gift from his parents when he first got his license in high school. That must have been, what, ten years ago? He didnât like to think about his age; nothing good ever came from it anyway.
Your stalker rummaged through his bag, his hand searching for the familiar plastic tube he used to steal your period blood. His fingers brushed against a particularly sharp blade he kept for âsafetyâ reasons before they wrapped around the vial. He had really tried to savor it. He would carefully open his mouth and tilt the vial just enough for a single drop of blood to settle onto his tongue. Sometimes he would pour a bit into his coffee, or he would put it into his food. Either way, it made him feel closer to you. It was a comforting notion to think about, that he was the only man and human who had access to you in such an intimate way.
Your stalker sighed as he put the empty tube back into his breast pocket for safe keeping.
He didnât like taking public transportation. New York was known for having odd things happening on the trains, buses, and subways. He was pretty sure that last week someone had set a rat on fire, a poor woman got robbed in broad daylight, and a group of teens were filming their dumb YouTube prank videos on the elderly.
Your stalker felt a flare of irritation as the woman leaned on his shoulder again. He gently nudged her off and ignored the way she woke up all startled. He glanced down at his phone, counting the number of stops, and saw he had twelve more before he could get off.
He was going to Manhattan for a job. An absolute douchebag had hired him, and his name was Myron Vykolv. He was the type to spend his money on trips and a bedazzled car rather than giving back to charity. Vykolv was an artist's worst nightmare: fickle, a headache to deal with; but surprisingly, he had good taste in art. He had to; he hired your stalker, after all.
He pulled out his phone to scroll on social media, his eyes scanning the copious amount of braindead content, and he paused when he saw a familiar face. He pressed the buttons on the side of his phone, his screen flashing, and the screenshot he took was saved in his photo album. Your stalker zoomed in, and his eyes widened as he saw the perfectly harmonious facial features. The baby tee top had a cute graphic splayed on the chest area, hair slicked and pulled back into a bun, and gold hoops dangling from those nicely formed ears.
It was you.
He glanced down at the caption: "a coffee date with my favorite bff." Posted exactly five minutes ago. It wasn't your account, but it was the closest thing he had to you. Your stalker decided to follow your coffee-manic and bikini-loving friend, and every post and picture she had, you were in it too.
She made it almost easy to stalk. Jesus, what if a deranged man had decided to show up to her place in the Beverly Hills area on the street ofâ seriously? Did she really just post her full address online?
Daniella Foster. The epitome of a fun and ditzy socialite who spent way too much time at parties and clubs. A trust fund baby if there ever was one, with her daddy being a big shot in the entertainment industry. Despite all that privilege, she never quite made it big herself.
Your stalker snorted as he saw the array of failed projects she had been in. Modeling? Wasn't in the cards for her. Acting? Horrible. A piece of cardboard would've had more personality than her. Originally from Tampa, Florida, then she moved to California, where she had her comically large house, and then⌠she decided to bless us by coming to New York. Lucky us, right y/n?
Your stalker looked up from his phone and realized the train had come to his stop. He got up from his seat and quickly made his way out. He felt his phone vibrate in his hand and looked down: Daniella requested to follow you. That was fast.
He clicked accept.
She's a shameless flirt, your stalker soon found out, and heâs not the least bit surprised. Daniella slid into his DMs with a picture of her provocatively sucking a lollipop, and her first words to him were: âWhat do you look like?â
Gee, take a gander, Daniella. My profile picture is a high-definition shot of my handsome and sexy fucking face. But sure, ask me about my looks as if you were actually interested. Your stalker rolled his eyes. He didnât even want to respond to that message, but he had no other way of seeing you again. You would probably run at the sight of him, and that would be the most sane and correct thing you could do.
So, what does a man say when heâs mediocre, average, and youâre clearly out of his league? âI look like the man of your dreams, sweetheart.â
Your stalker had spent hours sexting and courting this woman who had flooded his inbox. Even when he was painting for a client, he managed to multitask and send a dick pic. He sent her whatever she wanted to keep her hooked, and just by her messages alone, this must have been the only time a man actually matched her level of craziness and horniness.
Days turned into weeks and then soon into months. The moment he woke up, he would see that she had sent him hundreds of messages in one nightâshe must've been drunk again.
He spent hours reading each message, and he hearted the ones that he felt were the most important. It was actually coming to an end, thank God, but to his surprise, she asked him out on a date.
"So, what do you do? Who are you?" The girl in front of him asked.
He shouldn't have said yes because now he was sitting in a restaurant that he could barely afford or get a reservation to, and he had to be with this woman who wasn't you. She was dressed beautifully - he'd give her that. He liked the dark colors of her red dress, the way he could drink in the curves of her hips and chest, and how it gave him a clear view of her body.
Now, he wondered what you would have worn if you were on a date with him. Would you have put in this much effort and shown this much skin? Would you have laughed at all of his jokes to boost his damn ego, or knocked him down a peg? Would you have ordered something light so you could have sex afterward, or would you have eaten something hearty and called it a day?
He pretended to think for a while, all before he gently touched her hand, and his fingers caressed her soft skin. "Who am I?" He teased, his voice slightly deepened as he gave her a playful once-over. "I'm hurt. After all these months, you still don't know who I am?"
"Why don't you refresh my memory?" She tilted her head.
Your stalker sighed and he looked around briefly. This place was intimate, for high rollers only, and he could just imagine how much of his money was going to go down the drain. The tiny candle on the table, the white clean cloth, and the vase with a single rose was still too romantic for his taste. His thumb traced circles on her hand, and the other grabbed for his steak knife.
âI'm an up-and-coming artist,â He replied with a bit of a shrug.
âAn up-and-coming artist, huh?â She echoed, her fingers now interlocked with his. âDo you come often?â
Lord, please have some mercy and shoot me. Do I come often? Wouldnât you like to know, you slut. Is this the type of person you really want to spend your time with, y/n? Daniella is not you, and she could never be you. She parades herself around for anyone and everyone to ogle atâshe is the epitome of whatâs wrong with the dating scene. No wonder she doesnât have a boyfriend. No wonder sheâs desperate enough to entertain meâof all people.
I know the type of people you like, Daniella, and itâs not me.
âYou know what youâre doing when you ask me that.â he brought her hand up to his lips and he kissed it. âI can tell you can make a man come often.â
Daniella giggled and her chest puffed out. She leaned closer to him, and he can practically drown in her scent of vanilla and cake. âI have an art piece that I think you'll appreciate. It's back at my place⌠wanna see it?â
Fuhhhhhck no. Your stalker slipped the knife into his pocket.
Your stalker smirked and he leaned in closer as well. He could see the makeup on her face, the gloss on her lips, and he could see a glimpse of her ample breasts. âI donât know⌠is it one of a kind?â
Underneath the table, her leg started to caress his, and her foot slowly found its way to his crotch. His Adamâs apple bobbed as he gulped, and he held onto her hand tighter. As much as he hated this, he would have been lying if he had said that the attention wasnât nice. He felt the pressure around his groin tighten as she pressed her foot onto it, and she gently rubbed it up and down while maintaining eye contact.
âItâs an original pieceâŚsomething that canât be replicated. Iâm sure youâll love it.â Daniella said coyly, and she bit down on her plush lips.
She knew when to strike when the iron was hot. A taxi was called, and she made out with him in it. Her body was pressed up against his, and she felt his hand grip on her ass. His hand then slid up her thigh, his fingers ripped her black sheer stockings and two of them found their way to her entrance. He bit down on her bottom lip and his tongue slipped into her mouth.
She's a fun girl. She knew exactly how to inflate a man's ego and pride. He heard her sweet, light moans, and her hips started to grind onto his hand. His thumb played with her clit, and they only pulled away when the cab arrived at her house. He grabbed her hand and tossed a couple of bills at the driver. He slammed the door shut, and before she could unlock the door to her house, he pressed her against his body.
"W-We're in public...!" Daniella's face was flushed and she tried to close her legs, but your stalker was quick to pull them back apart.
He narrowed his eyes and tugged down her panties. "So? Don't tell me you have morals all of a sudden." he snorted.
He wished that she would just shut up. She opened her mouth to rebuttal but he wrapped one hand around her throat to keep her still and quiet, and he shimmied off his pants just enough for his cock to be out. "I didn't come here for you to talk all the damn time. Shut it, before I put that mouth of yours to good use."
Your stalker lifted her up and made her wrap her legs around him. His dick then entered inside her, and he groaned at how wet and ready she felt. It's been awhile since he felt actual warmth, and her walls started to clench around him. His breath is ragged as he fucked her. His eyes were closed and he couldn't help but bite down onto her shoulder. Daniella cried out, and her body was tense as his teeth broke into her skin.
"God... you needed this, didn't you?" He purred as he licked up the puncture wound. Your stalker then looked down to watch his cock disappear into her. "You need someone to fuck your brains out." He sharply thrust into her again, and his hands dug into the plush of her ass to help with the momentum.
Your stalker dragged his tongue across her bleeding shoulder, then pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall. With one hand still gripping her body, he used the other to shove his fingers down her throat, silencing her whimpers."You're the prettiest whore I have ever seen. Isn't that right, y/n?"
Your stalker truly believed he was being intimate with you. Daniella, who? All he knew was you. All he ever wanted was to feel you, to taste you, and to be able to hear you mewl around his cock. He wanted to see your eyes roll back into your skull, to paint your skin with butterfly kisses, and for him to finally come inside you again and again. It actually pissed him off to no end that he had to be stuck here with her.
When he felt himself getting closer to the edge, he unceremoniously pulled out of her, and his white stream of cum dripped down onto the ground. He sighed as his dick softened, and he gently helped her stand on her own legs again. His hand dipped underneath her body, his fingers playing with her wet folds, and he spread them apart to furiously rub at her clit. Daniella gripped onto his arm to keep him firmly there until she felt her leg shake.
Your stalker watched with a bit of fascination as what seemed like an endless amount of juices squirted out of her. He got onto his knees and helped her to sit onto his face. After he cleaned her all up, your stalker suddenly remembered something and his hand patted down his pockets.
"Hey... I think I'm missing my phone." He started his little lie. "Can I borrow yours? I forgot that I had an important call--"
"Bag." She just said and pointed to the one that was tossed to the side.
He muttered a "thanks" before he went over and rummaged through her purse. "What do you think about doing this again?" he kept an eye on her as his hand aimlessly tried to look for her phone. "I had fun tonight, and I'd like to see you one more time."
He could feel the various items in her bag. A packet of cigarettes, two lip products, house keys, a whole perfume bottle, but fuck where was her phone?
He watched as Daniella rolled down her scrunched up dress. The woman then raised her brow and she crossed her arms. "I'm pretty sure you said another woman's name."
"I didn't." He said rather quickly. "You drank a lot of wine--it was almost like you were trying to bankrupt me." He joked, and his hand firmly gripped onto what felt like a smooth case. He pulled it out of her bag and there it was. "What's your password?"
"Trying to change the subject, are we?"
"I'm pretty sure your phone is the subject, unlock it pretty please?"
Daniella pulled back her hair and she stared at him expectantly.
"I said give me your password, not a blowjob." Your stalker frowned.
She gave him an exasperated look. "It's my face dumbass." she then snatched her phone back from him.
"You don't use your thumb? What kind of update is that?"
"God, you're so poor." He heard her mutter.
That was so unwarranted, and sort of hurt.
Though it made him feel a lot better when he finally decided to slit her throat. Now that she was distracted, he discreetly pulled out the steak knife from his pocket before he dropped her bag and roughly yanked her back to him. His hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams as he dragged the serrated blade across her neck. The knife sawed through flesh, muscle, and sinew, blood spurting and gushing with each desperate pulse of her heart. It took him a while to sever her head completely, his arm burning with exhaustion as he hacked away, the blade catching on bone and gristle, her life draining away in a torrent of crimson.
Your stalker wiped his bloodied hand on her dress, he grabbed the phone off the ground, and he groaned when he saw that the screen was cracked. He tried his best to work the damn thing, his finger poking at the messaging app multiple times before it decided to open. Daniella had a plentiful amount of unsaved numbers but they had weird emojis next to them. One number was from a different country and had the eggplant emoticon.
Then he found the only saved number: y/n.
You're apparently a good girl and shared your location with your best friend. How adorable, you even share every given moment with her too. You even talked about how you were thinking about going back to your serial cheater of an ex.
Your stalker gasped, his head reeling back in shock. You were about to go back to your ex? Your ex, of all people? You couldn't have, whatâmoved on like a normal person? You couldn't have gone out and fucked around with someone new? Someone like him? It's like you purposely make the wrong choices just to be saved. Before he could be your little personal super hero... his eyes slowly made its way back to the body on the ground, and then to the keys that were in her bag.
Have you ever heard of cuteness aggression? The rush of impulsive behavior that you get after seeing a cute and defenseless puppy? I get that when I see you. I think you're so adorable that it makes my heart burst. Your stalker stared up into your apartment, and the car windows were rolled down to air out the perfume he dumped into the body bag.
However, there was nothing cute about this ugly pig-like fuck that touched your waist. That man had no redeeming qualities, and boy, did I want him to start squealing in pain. I wanted to pinch his body until he had yellowish-brown bruises all over. I wanted to crush his skull with my bare hands and feel his pulse drop. I wanted to be able to drink the blood shower that would come from their body and bathe in it. I want them to realize that youâre off the market, and that youâre solely mine.
Theyâre not good for you, love. You have seen that time and time again, and they have disappointed you before without fail; so why do you welcome them with open arms? It hurts to see your legs over their shoulders, and to see a bit of your face contorted in pleasure and ecstasy. Is it the sex? Is it the way they give you a fleeting moment of what could have been if they werenât constantly cheating on you?
Thatâs pathetic, and you know it. But itâs okay, Iâm willing to look past this little transgression. Itâs not completely unforgivable. They mustâve broken you down and made you vulnerable enough to pull your pants down. Itâs not your fault. Itâs theirs.
Your stalker continued to stake out your house, patiently waiting for your ex to come down to the lobby. The moment he did, your stalker would be ready. He might not have been able to get your blood, but killing your ex and taking his was like killing two birds with one stone.
Allure: This is the first fic I wrote that actually has y/n in it! And it's pretty unedited, so if there is mistakes I will probs fix it later on. This dragged on for waaay longer than it needed and tbh, I am never writing a long fic like this again LMAO
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no offense meant at all but
SIX STALKERS?!?
I know it was mentioned before but really sinking in now it was brought up again. Wow. God, mustâve been stressful.
Yeah.
Yeah.
After a certain point it was almost a laughable thing, honestly. I mean, chalk that up to I tend to have dark humor and use it to cope because it certainly played a large part in my current anxiety issues, but - I survived them all.
A couple maybe by sheer luck, but considering how lucky I've been in life that might be my best stat honestly. ^^;
One instance got so bad my karate teacher taught me how to disarm someone. I mean, let me be clear - I know the technique, I have practiced it, I still practice it, I do NOT ever want to have to use it.
The problem with giving advice about how to deal with them, is that stalkers are kind of like serial killers - and what I mean by that is, they're all fairly unique. Some are delusional, some are fully aware, some don't realize what they're doing is stalking - and how you handle each one depends on a lot of different factors.
The hard part is knowing what those factors are in time to react correctly. đŠ Hence when I say I've been lucky.
I've been lucky - despite the number of stalkers - because one way or another everything resolved.
I have to admit though, if I ever wake up in bed with someone looming over me who was not supposed to be in my home, ever again, it'll be too soon.
#quin answers#anon asks#that last one was the least violent of all of the stalkers#but I started physically barring my door with a chair after that#cw stalking#cw stalker
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eddie munson is chronically insane. and iâm talking chronically insane enough to decide one day in his sophomore year, he was going to fuck steve harrington. no matter what it took.
and when eddie realizes he canât just do that, he gets creative. he starts watching steve, following him home in his van, watching steveâs routine meticulously.
three years later, he would finally have enough information and a perfect opportunity. he would befriend mike first, pulling him in the direction of the dnd club, making this a win/win for eddie.
then sweet, sweet dustin. who loves steve. worships him.
and thatâs it, thatâs his in.
and after three years of fucking his hand sloppily, cumming with steveâs name on the tip of his tongue. he would finally be that close.
dustin would introduce them, and eddie would be dramatic. pulling out stop after stop, making sure to list all the heinous things steve did to him during his reign of crown prince.
he would spend time at the video store frequently. renting movies he knew steve would watch with him.
heâd bring steve snacks, telling him he knew how hard it mustâve been to work all day in such a small store.
heâd bribe steve with a joint, the catch being heâd have to smoke it at the trailer.
and through his perseverance, eddie would get his wish one night. after drunk kisses and sloppy confessions, a smug grin crossing his face.
eddie pulled out the sealed bottle of lube from his nightstand, drizzling it on his fingers. warming it up. heâd stretch steve so slowly, savoring every noise and movement he made.
heâd slide in so smoothly. and heâd last all of 60 seconds.
but he had done it. and he wouldnât be able to stop. heâd keep doing it for months. and heâd would get so much better.
heâd keep steve there for hours in his bed, ungodly hours while he had the trailer to himself.
and once that settled, he would propose to have proper dates with steve. heâd bring him flowers, and sing him love songs.
because he had fucked him, but now he had to have him.
steve said yes every time of course, oblivious to the way eddie was eating him up.
tldr; stalker eddie and his oblivious boyfriend
#rynâs guts#rynâs a sl*t#steddie#steddie ficlet#cw stalking#cw smut#cw drugs#steve and eddie#i love a good stalker au#and iâm so tired#but i needed to say my thoughts
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property lines
dark!steve rogers x neighbour!reader
kinktober countdown: day two (facefucking).
synopsis: your neighbour is inappropriate, and you arenât quite sure how to broach the subject.
wc: 2.2k
cw: dark content, non con, oral (male receiving), femme language + afab!reader, pet names, internal victim blaming, pet names (sweetheart), a touch of misogyny
authorâs note: day 2 brings us more dark!steve, i fear i may be incapable of writing him sincerely. heâs just a little too perfect. I like to take off a bit of the shine. thank you @katsukikitten u r my muse.
Your neighbour is inappropriate, and you arenât quite sure how to broach the subject. Mostly because you canât be sure if heâs doing it on purpose or if heâs just overly friendly. Maybe itâs the signals you give off, bringing a plate of thick, sweet, cheesecake brownies over to the recently sold house next door, hoping to make a new connection. Suburbia can be isolating, and with all of your friends shaking ass in the city, you need to branch out. It really isnât the kind of home you figured a single man like Steven Grant Rogers would buy, but then again, you lived in your suburban palace alone, willed to you by your late grandmother and only in need of a few renovations.
Heâd been so bright, when you first met him, with a perfect white smile and twinkling blue eyes. Heâd been happy to accept the desserts, even happier to return the plate a day later, extolling the praise he and his poker buddies lauded on you over the taste. Youâd shrugged it off, âThe least I could do for a neighbour. Iâm just glad you all liked them.âÂ
Secretly though, the compliments had thrilled you, especially once youâd gotten a glimpse at the aforementioned âpoker buddiesâ, the whole lot of them, handsome, built, big. All too happy to fix leaky pipes and paint fences in exchange for chocolate cream pie or a dish of homemade lasagna. But Steven - âSteve, pleaseâ -  was your most loyal customer, always lending a hand, pausing during his early morning jog to check up on you while you watered your flower beds, asking how your book is going, what you do in that âbig old house all by yourselfâ when you arenât working on âthe next great American novelâ, of course (his words, not yours).
Itâs fine at first, a little disarming to be at the centre of his white hot attention, burning your flesh like he had you under a magnifying glass on a perfect sunny day. But eventually itâs not fine, eventually Steve Rogers takes more and more steps over the property line of overly friendly and into the front yard of wildly overbearing. Eventually, Mr. Rogers insists on weekly visits, popping into your house by using the spare key under the mat he shouldnât even know about. Slinging his muscled arm over you during the neighbourhood block party, and your neighbourâs sonâs 5th birthday party, and the Fourth of July barbeque. He fixes your car without you asking, brings in your groceries when he sees you unloading them in your driveway, brings your mail to you during his daily jog. Itâs helpful sometimes, yes, but itâs also suffocating. And you were going to set him straight. You were! But itâs hard, hard to stare into the face of a suburban god, the literal king of the neighbourhood and tell him no. Itâs hard to tell him that heâs making you uncomfortable, that youâd like for him to stop being so goddamn friendly all the time.Â
So maybe a little of it is your fault. Maybe you shouldâve been clearer on your boundaries. Maybe, when handsome, strapping Mr. Rogers came to your front door to ask you to essentially cater one of his poker nights, you shouldnât have stayed to serve the food, playing happy little housewife in front of Steveâs friends, bringing them cold beers from the fridge and sitting next to Steve, playfully making faces at his hand, then plating up dessert when he asked you to. But it felt good to have his attention. His favour. So when âthe boysâ start to head home, laying praise and amazement at your feet, youâre sufficiently buttered up for Steve to ask yet another favour of you. Itâs not much, of course. Just a little help with cleanup. Then heâll escort you home himself. After all, there are some real sickos out there.
So you agree. Whatâs the harm, right?
The harm, it just so happens, comes quickly after you finish drying the dishes Steve washes. You slide the last plate, towel dried as best you could, into his cabinets, sighing in contentment at a job well done. The harm is when Steve turns you around and presses you against the sink, water soaking into the back of your blouse, making the fabric cling to your skin. You stay there for a minute, not processing whatâs happening, ready to laugh off another inappropriate joke from Steve.Â
You donât really get the chance.
Two heavy hands clap down on your shoulders, exerting pressure on you until you crumple to the floor, knees hitting the tile of Steve's kitchen painfully. You yelp, struggling against him, pressing, then beating your fist against his tree trunk legs.Â
"Stev-" you choke on his name when your neighbour unzips his trousers before you, undoes the fly of the pair you helped him pick out, with him bent over your shoulder while you held his phone, his front pressed close to your back. Pulls his half hard dick out of pants starched and pressed with the iron he'd borrowed from you because his was "on the fritz" again.Â
"Open up." He cajoles, and you pin him with an incredulous, confused stare. No. No. This is all wrong. He doesnât act like that. Steve Rogers isnât like that.
The hand he doesn't use to stroke himself grabs your jaw, squeezing until you open your mouth, squeezing til it hurts. A sharp, purposeful punch of his hips is all it takes for him to make use of the opening. All it takes to put every little joke, boundary crossing, and stray touch into startling, horrifying perspective.
âIt was the baking.â He whispers above you. âPeggy never baked, which was fine.â He sighs above you like he isnât pistoning his cock deep into your throat with reckless abandon. âBut I missed it, yâknow? And you, you bake how angels ought to, sweetheart.âÂ
Tears stream down your face while Steve uses you, dragging your dazed, crying face back and forth on his hard-on. On a particularly strong thrust, he broaches your throat. Your eyes roll up, until he can barely see the perimeter of your irises, and you warble out a miserable moan, begging, all while wrapped around his dick, for a reprieve. Your head is pinned to the counter behind you, and even though you shove against the muscle of his thighs, Steve brooks no quarter.
âJust take it,â he coos, like he wants you to swallow cough syrup, âitâll be over soon.â his breath stutters when your lips brush against his balls. Steve moves one of his hands to cup the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible when he comes down your throat, groaning in pleasure while you struggle to swallow stream after bitter stream of his seed, lest you choke on it or fucking drown.Â
He finally releases you, and you pull back so fast you bang the back of your head on his pristine white counters. The pain radiates through your scalp, grounding you in the moment, cementing you to the spotless linoleum floor of Steve Rogersâ kitchen. Youâre both panting, eager to fill your lungs with gulps of air.Â
âWhew.â He sighs, hands on his hips, like that took a lot out of him. âI didnât mean to get so rough with you, just didnât expect the struggle.â He chuckles, patting you on the head. âBut you settled down quick, didnât ya?â His tone takes onâŚcontentment? Happiness?Â
No. Thatâs not quite right.Â
Itâs pride. Steve is looking down at you, your spit and cum slick mouth, the weepy, watery state of your eyes, and the disarray of the hair heâd used as a handle, with pride.
Your stomach roils.
He bends low and you flinch away from him, smacking your head on the countertop again. He cocks his head at the involuntary movement, and smiles at you. A familiar, warm thing. One that made your heart flutter with pleasure, beat fast with your own surge of pride when he accepted a pie, or offered a compliment. Now it does the same, your heart speeds up, your palms itch curiously, and your brain doesnât know if youâre happy or sad. Doesnât know if it craves those smiles anymore.Â
âJust wanna set you on your feet. Câmon.â He speaks quietly, like heâs soothing a frightened animal, and hooks his hand under your armpits, heaving you up with the same startling strength he'd used to face fuck the fight out of you.
âItâs okay.â You bleat, voice as wobbly and unstable as the pair of legs struggling to keep you upright. And itâs not, itâs far from okay, the taste of him lingers in the back of your throat and if you think about it for even a second more youâll throw up all over his shiny floors, on those godforsaken pants.
âI admit,â he laughs, ducks his head with that small town charm he does so well, âI wanted to last longer. But you were too good.â He winks at you, like you share a secret. Like youâre in league with each other.
He staring, waiting for you to say something, arches a brow like itâs your line and youâre fucking up the show.
But there it is again, that smile, sunny and open, and so pristine.
âLetâs get you home.â He herds you towards his front door, hand glued to the small of your back, his pinky finger stroking the skin exposed by the riding up of your still wet shirt. The two of you walk into the balmy summer air, and the spaces in between the black night, punctuated with the occasional white streetlight, designate your path home. Some of your neighboursâ houses are still illuminated, their warm yellow windows denoting the presence of life. You wonder what goes on behind their doors, you wonder if someone is having a good night somewhere close to you.
You come across your door faster than you were prepared for, the cheery yellow paint job Steve and James had done for caramel apple pie, mocks you. The way heâd smiled in your face, touched you, laughed. Steve shifts next to you, holding onto your extensive tower of pyrex and tupperware, for an instant your blood runs cold at the prospect of Steve inviting himself in, like heâs done so many times before. Not to bring in groceries or put together a dresser, but to pin you prone to the carpet of your bedroom and smile at you.
âSo!â He turns, âSame time next week?â You gawk at him, and when you donât say or do anything, he stoops and slides your extra keys out from under your Garfield emblazoned doormat. The jingle of two, simple metal keys against the little bell shaped key-chain makes your head pound, your blood boil. He unlocks the door, and gestures for you to take a step indoors. You raise both hands, palms upturned so he can give the keys back, so you can hide them, or melt them, or flush them down the toilet. Instead, you get to watch him slip the key-ring into his pocket, before he places your dishes into your uplifted open palms. âI gotta say, the lemon bars were a hit.â He tweaks your nose between his thumb and forefinger, his compliment tempered by the greedy shine in his eyes. You nearly scratch your own eyes out when you get that pleased, soft tingle in your chest.
He smiles and you salivate. He compliments you and your heart responds. Heâs proud and your brain tells you âIâm happyâ.
Why hasnât it gone away? Will it ever go away?
âMaybe those brownies again, the cream cheese ones?â His voice is hopeful, soft and pliant, like heâs worried youâll say ânoâ.
Like thereâs a world where heâd take no for an answer.
You nod, a jerky, quick gesture that rattles your brain around in your skull. âSure. Yeah.â You answer, sweaty hands slipping against tempered glass and plastic lids. âYes. Brownies.â Steve beams, clapping his hands together, once, loud, drawing your eyes to the brutish width of them.
âFantastic. I canât wait.â He jogs down your front steps, and the fist secured around your lungs loosens with every step he takes away from you. He pauses at the side walk, one foot still on your property, the other poised to leave it.
âWe make a great team. Donât we?â He turns to you, and this time, he isnât smiling. This time, his eyes cut through the night and the streetlight and the foggy haze of misfortune clouding your brain.
And the fear finally comes.
You kick your door closed, and you lock your door, and you drop your pyrex and tupperwear and serving spoons in the sink and you lock your windows and you get into bed, still dressed for a poker night you had no business being at, and you pull the covers up and up and over your face.
But the fear doesnât go away.
And neither will your neighbour.
god i want him so bad. tomorrow, captain soap.
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Yandere plot ideas:
Yandere in a coma: A yandere who was in a beautiful relationship with his senpai, until an accident puts him in a coma, and wakes up after a certain amount of years. He realizes that his senpai was seriously worried about him, and has taken care of him for ALL those years/months/weeks because of how much she loves him and that's why the yandere's obsession blossoms, due to all the time he spent without his beloved.
A Female yandere who likes a gay men.
Or a Male Yandere who likes a lesbian girl.
An extreme yandere religious man who likes the reader so much, and use the religion as an excuse for his actions.
A yandere who likes an evil reader (like a murderer, mobster, arms or drug dealer).
A yandere boy who see his beloved killing someone (and finds out his beloved is a yandere for him!).
A yandere who finds about the reader's suicide because of her/his actions.
A group of yandere freaks in a freakshow.
A yandere boyfriend who suspects you're cheating on him, but you were just collaborating with other people to prepare a surprise for him or buy him a gift.
A yandere guy who tries to confess to you, or calls you in the hallways of your school/work, while being ignored by you. He tries every chance he gets but you keep ignoring him until he realizes you couldn't hear him because you're deaf and mute, so he facepalms, feeling really dumb.
Your yandere husband is blinded after an accident and you have to take care of him. He was terrified and now feels helpless because he can't see you; he can only settle for hearing and touching you. He walks around the house with your help, or with the help of his cane and he loves it when you take care of him and comfort him, which makes him a dependent yandere.
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â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â limerencial
limerencial ;; a neogender umbrella term based on " Limerence ", a state of mind which is an overwhelming longing for emotional reciprocation from somebody else. limerencine beings might also feel connected to the following concepts: obsessive love, stalkers/stalking, obsession in general, erotomania, overwhelming and unexpected feelings and a devastating distance between oneself and the object of their affection.
general terminology :
limerencity â equivalent of femininity/masculinity. limerencine â the equivalent of feminine/masculine. translimere â term for transitioning to limerencial without any other identity involved. LIMIN â limerencial in nature. stalker â man/woman equivalent of limerencial.
attraction terms :
LIM4LIM / distancian â limerencial loving limerencial. stalkee â a limerencial crush. farfriend â the equivalent of girlfriend/boyfriend. obsesonaire â limerencial partner. stalkmate â limerencial spouse.
â â â â â â â tagging : @radiomogai @telephone-blights
ids in alt. :^) link to iwc in question.
#limerencial#⧠vermins gift ~ coining#⌠him. who is love itself ~ (đ)#LIMIN#limerencity#limerencine#translimere#mogai#liom#mogai coining#mogai safe#mogai gender#neogender#limerence#mogai limerence#liom term#liom coining#umbrella term#umbrella label#has id#stalking cw#stalking#stalker#>> made with avpd and bpd people in mind. im saying this in the tags as it is simply a sidenote. will expand on it within a gender under#this umbrella :^)
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beach walks
7k, Joel x f!reader; surf instructor Billy x f!reader. not in that order
night walks au A/N: Picks up right after beach walks prequel.
SUMMARY: Paths cross, and Joel can't let you go. WARNINGS: I8+ angst, infidelity adjacent if you squint, drugs, dubcon (drugs/location) p in v, somewhat possessive!joel, exhibitionism, homoerotic tension if you squint. cuck!billy but you also sit on his face.
Joel can't sleep. He stares at the ceiling and keeps drifting back to what he shouldn't have seen - you in the pool with Billy. Plus, he evisions you fucking on the beach, in the hotel, in that stupid shack. He's not happy about it, but youâre so damn hot. He can't help the way his body reacts. He keeps hearing that moan, fuck.
He figures out what helps him get back to sleep, and by the end of the night, he's used all the lotion in that little bottle.Â
He wakes up for the last time around five. He showers and packs his bag. It's still dark when he goes for a walk on the beach. As the sky hints at sunrise, he stands with his fingers interlaced on the crown of his head and listens to the birds. Heâs been doing his best, and it turns out his best sucks. On a sandbar, he finds a live starfish missing an arm and gently tosses it like a Frisbee back into the ocean.Â
What is he doing? He could've left it all alone.Â
He walks back to the hotel and gets a cup of coffee and a newspaper. He goes out on the cafe porch to read. There's a yoga class in view on the beach, and he looks to see if you're in it. Yeah, there you are. His stomach drops and his nostrils flare with a deep breath. You look great, but he can't see your ass. Right behind you, there's Billy.Â
Why Billy? He's impossible to hate. At least he's also impossible to tame. No way it goes beyond this vacation. But if anyone can make him wanna change, it might be you. Joel used to think Billy had it made, but he's a lonely guy underneath it all.
â---you------
Four of you are eating breakfast at a table for six in the dining hall. You're sitting across from Billy.
âCanât miss with Billyâs Bistro. Never burn the toast, never give ya salmonella . . .âÂ
âSalmonella?â Your friend Kari asks. âWas there an outbreak here?âÂ
Billy has a spoon in his mouth, but his eyes widen. He looks back and forth between all three of you as he slowly swallows his chia pudding, then says, âExplains the Groupon, doesn't it?âÂ
âGross,â Kari pushes her plate away.Â
Billy shrugs, then looks at you. âBillyâs bistro,â he mouths with a subtle sparkle in his eyes. His face softens, then comes to life when he looks behind you.Â
âThere he is,â Billy announces.Â
You look back and do a double take. Your heart skips a beat, and your eyes widen. Joel gives you a nod of acknowledgement.Â
Heâs wearing swim trunks, and his thighs look massive. All of him does. Did the memories fade, or did he manage to put on 10 lbs of muscle in what, two months? His hair is longer â only an inch or so, but enough to curl. You canât stop staring. Your face is cold and tingly.
âHave a seat, mate.â Billy uses his foot to push out the chair to his right, at the head of the table. He puts his hand on Joel's hulking trapezius as he sits down.Â
âJoel Miller. This man is a legend,â Billy tells you.
You glance at your friends, and they're as shocked as you. They met Joel once, at the restaurant.Â
âTaught me how to roll my first joint,â Billy says. âNow I can't even getâm to take a bong rip.â He turns to Joel. âThat was some good shit ya brought, mate.â
âYeah,â Joel says barely above a whisper, glancing at you.
âHey Joel,â your friend Nahlah says.Â
âHey, Nahlah.âÂ
You had barely let him sit down to say hello at that restaurant.Â
âSo you know each other,â Billy concludes. âBrilliant! What a world.â
âYeah, we know each other,â Joel subtly nods, looking at you. He looks tired.
âDo they know the new you?â Billy asks.Â
âThe new you?â you ask Joel.Â
âHealth nut.â Billy grabs Joel's arm, beaming. âLook atâm.â He turns his attention to Joel. âOn the straight and narrow. Can't believe it.â  Â
âReally?â you ask Joel.Â
Joel sighs and side-eyes Billy. âNo. Just had to, kinda. . . get my life together for a minute.â
Itâs a punch to the gut. Getting his life together meant dropping you? Thatâs where he went? Your face burns, and your nostrils flare.Â
âExcuse me,â you tell the rest of them, and stand up with heat in your chest, determined not to make a scene. Â
âCatch up later,â Billy says and reaches for you as you come around Joelâs chair. You lean in and he gives you a kiss on the cheek. You don't look back on your way out the door.Â
â
You get down to the beach, take off your sandals, and walk, heading nowhere in particular.Â
Soon enough, Joel is calling your name, jogging. You keep walking, but he catches up. He walks beside you in silence, between you and the ocean. You try to ignore the stride of his hulking form in your periphery.Â
âGuess I donât fit in your new life,â you mutter, then swallow the knot in your throat and put your shades on, even though itâs not sunny. You keep walking.Â
âYeah ya do, baby,â he reaches for your hand. The tenderness almost gets to you, but itâs out of nowhere. You just canât. You cross your arms and slow your pace.Â
âGuess I never did,â you mumble.Â
âIâm sorry.â Joel looks at you. You keep looking down, taking slow, careful steps.Â
âFor what?â you ask, looking at the sand for an answer.
âBeinâ a fuckinâ idiot. Wrapped up in my own shit.âÂ
âWhat shit?â you ask.Â
âIâll tell ya everything, butââÂ
â--But what?âÂ
âWeâre supposed to head out in like (he looks at his watch) fuck. Like ten minutes.âÂ
You scoff. âDid something happen?â
âNoâwell, yeah.â He looks around then asks, âYou okay?â
You donât answer.Â
âYou looked happy,â he says, gesturing over his shoulder toward the dining hall. It sounds more like a question than an observation. Yeah, you were finally having a good time without him until he showed up. Now youâre confused, and mad at him for confusing you.Â
You stop in your tracks and turn to face him and the water. âWhat happened? You couldnât even text me?âÂ
The sky gets darker as thicker cloud cover creeps over the sun. âI shouldâve,â Joel nods.Â
You barely have the energy to walk. You sit down on the sand. He better tell you, right now, if there's any hope.
He swallows and looks down and away, then takes off his sunglasses and joins you on the sand. âGot in my head,â he mumbles. âSo many times, I was gonna. . .even walked to your door one night.âÂ
â.. .okay?â You wait for him to continue.Â
âThought ya might think I was lame, cause I wasnât the same, I was. . .âÂ
âYou were trying to get your life together,â you recite, genuinely trying to digest it for the first time. A tear falls out of your eye and you angrily wipe it away.
He shakes his head. âNever shoulda said it that way. I had somethinâ to take care of. Tell ya âbout it when we've got timeâÂ
The lump is back in your throat, full force. Heâs really gonna swoop in just long enough to make you sad, then leave you as confused as ever.
He looks dejected. âI know, Iâm an idiot.âÂ
âSo what do you want?â you ask.Â
He looks at the sea for a moment. âTo start over.âÂ
âWhy?â you ask and wipe away more tears. Your voice becomes strained. âWhat do you regret?âÂ
âNothinâ, pumpkin. . . shit, Iâm so bad at this.â He groans in frustration at himself. âAnd I know it, thatâs why I. . .â he trails off and shakes his head.Â
You glance at his eyes and curse yourself for a twinge of empathy.
He claws a handful of the dry sand between you into a little pile and mumbles, âYou deserve better, always did.â He smoothes out the pile, then pivots to face more in your direction. âLook at me, pumpkinâ. Please.â He reaches for your sunglasses. You pull back your head away and take them off yourself. You turn and face him. He wipes his hand off on his shirt before brushing tears off your cheek with his thumb. âOnly thing I regret is beinâ such a dick.âÂ
You begin to stand up, not wanting to feel him suddenly leave you again. Once youâre standing, you cross your arms again. You dig the toes of one foot into the sand. Joelâs hands gently engulf each of your elbows, and he gets as close as he can. You donât pull away, but you donât open up either. He hugs you anyway.Â
God, his arms are huge. He holds you tight and breathes into your hair. He mutters, âThink about you all the time.â You let out a held breath, then his scent fills your lungs. A wave of affection threatens to break down your walls.
Your arms uncross on their own, and he hugs you with his body fully against yours. It feels like a warm mistake. Itâs too late now.Â
âYa know, I wouldâve done it with you,â you sniffle. âWhatever this lifestyle thing. . .âÂ
He whispers your name and hugs you tighter. He holds you for a minute, and you dab your eyes on his hulking shoulder. The weight of his arms is as soothing as his scent. This isnât fixed, you tell yourself. Youâre not going to pick up where you left off. If he invited you back to his room right now, you wouldnât go. But somehow, you feel for him. Youâve never seen him anxious or vulnerable. Heâs always been so sure of himself. So full of himself, but in a charming way.
You begin to pull away, still determined not to be the one who gets left. âGuess youâve gotta go,â you mutter.Â
He looks sad as he slowly drops his arms, running his hands down your back. âTalk when youâre home?â
You sigh and look at your feet. Your self-preservation instincts tell you to cut him off. Quit him while you can. While you have the upper hand. While he canât hurt you worse than he has. âWhat canât you say right now?â
âA lot,â he answers without missing a beat. He seems to glance at your neck, but you canât be sure.Â
You shake your head no.Â
âPlease. Then Iâll leave ya âlone if ya want.â His eyes shift away. Does he mean that? Your eyes cloud up again, and you put your glasses back on.Â
âI dunno.â You walk back to the main building in silence and slip on your sandals on the way in. Joel hugs you goodbye. It feels like he doesnât want to let go, and you donât want him to either. Your arms faintly itch as he walks away, and you brush off the sand.
â
After Joel leaves, your friends finish eating and emerge from the dining hall.Â
âWhereâs Billy?â you ask.Â
âHe has a lesson,â Nahlah says.Â
-
You go back to your room and take a shower, trying to wash it all away, but Joelâs presence lingers, even as you turn off the water. You lie on your bed looking at the ceiling. Nahlah and Kari are on the other bed, watching ghost hunters on the free cable.Â
âHow was last night?â Kari asks.Â
You sigh and mutter, âI need a nap.âÂ
âI bet you do,â Nahlah teases.Â
You drift off, hoping everything will sort itself out while you dream.Â
â
You sleep for hours and wake up alone, without the clarity youâd hoped for, except that you resent what Joelâs doing. Youâre already falling under his spell again, and you donât like it. It would be too easy for him to break your heart again. You know what could take your mind off it.Â
-
You walk down to the shore, and Billy is finishing up a lesson. He sees you and nods toward the shack. You let yourself in and wait on the sofa, emo and increasingly horny.Â
He comes through the door and takes off his long sleeves. He tousles his hair and stretches his neck with his hand on the tattoo. He takes a sip from a squeeze bottle, then asks, âYou alright? What happened earlier?âÂ
âNothing,â you rest your head in your left hand, with your elbow on the arm of the loveseat.Â
âHeâs a good guy,â Billy says, then looks at his watch and shifts gears. âGot fifteen minutes.âÂ
He joins you on the loveseat, then leans over you, pressing a kiss into your lips and pulling you closer. The kiss is loaded. You welcome his tongue, soothed by his touch, but your energy is gone. Youâre practically catatonic compared to before. He kisses you for a few more seconds, then breaks away and asks, âYou alright?âÂ
You nod and kiss him back, then reach for his shorts, cupping his semi-hard package.Â
He breaks away and reads your eyes. ââSâalright, love.âÂ
He pulls away entirely and slumps into the loveseat, using the opposite arm as a pillow. âCâmere,â he mumbles, and opens his arms. You lay face down on his warm, bare chest, beads of sea water transferring to your beach dressâthrough one of its crochet holes, a pierced nipple teases your skin. Â
Billy holds you. You lie there, relaxed, one leg over his. A tear rolls out of your eye and onto his hot skin. âShh,â He rubs your back for a few minutes, his chest rising and falling under you. His cock twitches against your thigh between his legs, and a shock of desire zaps through you. His hips lift slightly, just once, and your eyes flutter open. He sucks back his chin to look down at you, then his fingers lift your chin to look at him. Youâre no longer crying at all.Â
âThere she is,â he murmurs, with his pupils widening before your eyes. He reads your eyes and glances at your lips. âFucking gorgeous.â His face drifts toward yours, your neck extends, and his lips nudge your upper lip before your mouths come together. You prop yourself up with your forearm so neither of you has to strain your neck. The kiss starts languidly, then heats up and his hands come to your hips. As you kiss, his hips lift into you, and his cock hardens against your quad. As he licks into your mouth, you slowly grind on his thigh. He breaks away, searches your eyes, and whispers, âattagirl,â before claiming your lips again. With your limbs slotted together, you make out, grind, and quietly grunt.
For a while, your thoughts are gone, then Joel walks back into your head. You wonder how good heâd fuck you now, if he thinks itâs his last chance. Still moving on Billyâs thigh with your mouth half-connected with his, your breaths get heavy with desire. Would Joel be rough? Would he be tender? Would he be how he is so oftenâravenous, but deliberate and appreciative of every inch of your body? You imagine his cock shoving into you and the way heâd sigh, yeah.Â
Now youâre gushing wet, already about to cum. You break the kiss to moan, and Billy breathes, âYeah, good girl.â He grinds against you and his hands move you on his bare thigh, now coated with your slick. âFuck, that wet for me.â Not just for him, but, yeah, that wet. His cock has hardened against your hip. âMmm,â he moans into your mouth as his lips take yours again. Joelâs a good kisser too. A little more forceful, but still smooth. Youâre thinking about Joel being under you. Imagining the first time you were in Joelâs basement, when he pulled you into his lap so decisively. Youâre on the edge of bliss, sliding on Billyâs thigh. You bite your lip, then moan. âYeah,â Billy encourages you.Â
When itâs clear youâre not quite there, Billy breathes, âSit on me. Câmere.â
His mouth hangs slightly open, and his eyes are black with lust. You carefully lift your knee off the cushion between his legs, and the light touch of his hand helps you on top of him as he watches, spellbound. You lower yourself at just the right angle and moan at the first direct contact with the stiff shape in his shorts. Your eyelids are heavy.Â
He lifts up the hem of your beach dress, and you take it off. He moans at the sight of your body.Â
His lips remain slightly parted as his hips lift, grinding against you. He palms a breast, and you massage your other one. He begins to reach between you, fingertips sliding into his waistband, then looks behind you at the clock. âSit on my face.âÂ
He scoots down to put his head flat on the cushion, and you rise off his shorts. He takes his cock out with a sigh and spits on his fingers as you knee walk forward. He spreads the spit on his cock and breathes vocally, eyes on your tits. You could swear you smell his precum.Â
He unties your swimsuit bottom and lets half of it fall, leaving your slippery cunt bare. His palms on your ass bring you down, and his scruff drags against your inner thigh. His warm, humid breath envelopes your most sensitive place, then his lips make contact.
One hand leaves you to attend to his raging erection, and he grunts a short âmmâ into your cunt at the relief. He laps at your entrance, licking upward, then latches onto the space just above that. He licks your clit, then sucks. He moans into the bundle of nerves, and your thighs tremble. He breaks away for short moments, breathing hot against your folds as he strokes his cock behind you. He eats you voraciously, and you whimper. Heâs at just the right spot, doing just the right thing, and he keeps at it.
You brace your hands on the arm of the sofa and think about Joel looking up at you from between your legs. You take a deep breath and see stars. Your body twitches and you moan, riding your waves, with Billy moaning into your cunt. He gently laps at your entrance and strokes himself faster. As your climax wanes, you rise off his mouth, with Billy still stroking himself, not finished. He gathers slick from your folds, brings it to his cock, then pants pants, âHow âbout another?â He begins to pull you back down.
âNo,â you whisper, âthat was perfect.â You allow him to keep you there, hovering over him.Â
âWanna ride?â His voice is shaky as he keeps pumping his cock behind you.Â
âNot now,â you answer.Â
He turns his head slightly, seals his lips on your thigh, and sucks. You reach down between your legs and grab hold of his damp, salty hair to pry him off.Â
âMmm,â he responds,âYeah.â His strokes are heavier and so are his breaths. You experimentally tug at his hair again. He shudders, then paints his stomach in cum, with a warm squirt reaching your ass.Â
He scoots out from under you and asks for the third time, âyou alright?âÂ
You tie your swimsuit again and settle into the loveseat, face and chest still heated from your peak. âYeah,â you nod.Â
He fixes his swim trunks then prowls toward you to give you a gentle kiss and you taste yourself on his lips. âYouâre tasty, love,â he murmurs, then pulls away.Â
He puts on his rash guard, then points at you, âAqua tonight.â Right, his DJ thing. He gets off the loveseat and looks at the clock. âBefore I forget,â He grabs his bag and unzips a front pocket that looks to be full of condoms and pill baggies. He turns his head to ask, âHow many of ya?âÂ
âThree, I guess.âÂ
He rummages around, then holds up a little baggie with three pills. âJust a little X.âÂ
âOh, I dunno if weâllââÂ
He shrugs. âMight try it.â He looks at the clock and mutters, âshit.â Â
He presses the baggie into your palm and closes your hand. He holds up a few condoms and asks, âjust in case?â.Â
---Joel----
On the road, Tommy and Maria talk and listen to music. In the back seat, Joel looks out the window, or he wants to look out the window, but he looks at his reflection. He canât shake the feeling of your warm tears wetting his shirt, or the image of you kissing Billy, or the glance at what heâs pretty sure was a hickey on your neck. Heâd be surprised if it wasnât after what he saw the night before.Â
The further they get from the resort, the more Joelâs chest tightens. He takes out his phone to text you. He types, âI canât leave you with him,â stares at it for a few seconds, then erases it.Â
Who even is he anymore? Â
Something clicks.Â
At a stoplight, he says, âStop at that gas station.â Tommy parks at a pump. They need gas anyway., âOpen the hatch,â Joel says. Tommy pops the trunk and gets out of the car to pump gas. Joel grabs his bag from the back and Tommy does a double take.Â
âYou goinâ back?â Tommy asks, not shocked.Â
âYeah.â Joel pinches the bridge of his nose. âIâll find my way home.âÂ
âWe can take ya back,â Tommy offers, nodding in the direction of the resort.Â
âNah,â Joel scratches the back of his neck. âNeed the fresh air.â
He and Tommy share a brief, manly hug and pat on the back, then Joel walks off with his bag on one shoulder.
-
Joelâs coming for you. He might not have the right words, but he doesnât need them. Never did. None of this was built on words. It was something unspoken under something physical and fierce. He pockets his phone and puts on his shades, walking with new resolve. There are things he wants to tell you, and some of them need words, but not all of them. The words can wait. Theyâll come easier when youâre back where you belong.Â
Two hours later, heâs back at the hotel. He smells his own sweat soaking through his shirt, and his phoneâs about to overheat.
âLong time no see,â the receptionist says.Â
âYeah,â Joel mumbles without humor, then forces a smile. He gets a room, puts his things away, then heads out to find you.Â
Youâre not at the pool. Youâre not in any of the common areas.Â
He goes down to the beach, toward the surf lessons.Â
-
Billyâs showing off for a customer. Joel sits in the sand and waits. He admires the way Billy moves in the water, resenting him at the same time.Â
When Billyâs done, he walks up to Joel. Joelâs eyes fall on Billyâs swim trunks, then his mind goes to your hands, your mouth, your perfect cunt. Â
Billy extends his hand, and pulls Joel up. He pats Joelâs arm, then lets him go. âGot some time if ya wanna catch a wave.âÂ
âWhere is she?â Joel asks.Â
âI dunno, mate. Probâly with her friends?â He motions for Joel to follow him to the shack. Years ago, Billy more or less offered Joel a handjob in that shack. Joel declined, and that was that.Â
As they enter the shack, Billy unzips his quarter-zip long-sleeve top and pulls it off. He takes a sip of water, then wipes off his mouth. âSo,â Billy starts. âWhatâs the story?â He turns up the water bottle again and it makes a high pitched sound as he sucks it. âEx-lovers?â he asks with a smile.Â
Joelâs jaw clenches. He takes a breath through his nose and calms himself. âNot ex.âÂ
Billy chokes on his water, then wipes his mouth again. âDoes she know that?âÂ
Joel rakes his hand through his hair, at a loss. âThatâs my girl,â he nods, heart pounding.Â
âI donât think she is, mate. Women arenât property-âÂ
â-cut the crap, Billy.â Joelâs chest is heaving.Â
Billyâs eyes fall to Joelâs right hand, which is flexing into a fist.Â
âHit me if it makes ya feel better,â Billy puts down the water bottle and braces himself in a welcoming stance.Â
This fucker. No, Joel isnât going to hit him.Â
Joel forces himself to relax, puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight, shaking his head at the floor.Â
Billy lunges toward him, light on his feet as if heâs gonna sucker punch Joel. Itâs playful, but Joel drops his shoulder and tackles him to the floor before he can get in a jab.Â
On the floor, Billy fights back, eyes wild, but Joelâs too strong. He pins him with his left forearm on his chest, straddling him.Â
Billy grabs Joelâs left tricep. âLook at that,â he marvels. âUnbelievable.âÂ
Joel looks into the blue eyes staring up at him and wonders if youâve had this POV. For a brief moment, heâs tempted to slide his forearm up to his neck. Billy looks at Joelâs right hand which opens and shuts in the air, stretching. Â
âI can take it,â Billy urges. âCâmon, knock me around.âÂ
Billyâs enthusiasm takes the wind out of Joelâs sails and brings him back to reality. He releases his forearm and sits back on his knees, still bracketing Billyâs hips. Joel slowly stands with a groan, then helps Billy to his feet.Â
â- Later at Aqua â--
Billy has given you the closest VIP table. You and your friends are sitting there with a drink. He points at you from his DJ booth, which is on a raised platform. All three of you hold up your drinks and smile at him.Â
Kari and Nahlah have had their eyes on a couple of guys who are finally approaching. It's a group of three. You decline to dance, so the third guy sits down to have a drink with you instead, shouting over the music, âHOW LONG ARE YOU IN TOWN?â You look past the man, and Billy is laughing, looking down at his mixer board. After indulging the man for another minute or so, you excuse yourself to the restroom, hoping the man will take the hint and disappear in your absence.
On the way to the restroom, you pass a couple of dark rooms with hall windows and suspect people might be fucking in there. The half-pill youâve taken isnât doing anything, but you know better than to double it just yet.Â
When you come out from the restroom, the guy is still at your table. You curse him under your breath and head outside for some fresh air.
-
You duck out a door thatâs propped open. Smokers are milling about. A few partiers are comforting a crying friend. You walk just far enough to get some space from that scene and the artificial light. You lean against the brick wall to breathe. The tiniest droplets of sea water tingle merrily on your face. You open your mouth and can taste it in the air. You fill your lungs and savor the breath. A buzz hums from your skin.
Your dress has a slit on one side and is long enough that you can lift your knee and rest one foot on the wall behind you without exposing yourselfâbut that wouldnât be the end of the world anyway. You watch palm leaves rustle in the ocean breeze and look at the sky. There are more stars here than at home. Maybe you should take a walk.Â
Youâre still gazing into the sky when you notice someone in a colorful shirt approaching. They flick their cigarette away and it sparks. You smile, and as they come into focus, they turn into Joel.Â
Are you rolling that hard after half a pill? Youâve still got your wits about you, donât you? You watched Joel leave this morning, and youâve never seen him dressed like this. The colors vibe perfectly on his silk shirt, and a gold chain sparkles underneath. His curls are fluffier than earlier.Â
He slowly approaches and wets his lips when heâs a few feet away. His eyes rove your body. When heâs close enough, he rests his hand on the brick wall to lean over you. He smells like cloves. He looks tired. He leans a little closer, and you look him in the eyes.Â
âThought you left,â you mutter.
He shakes his head, and continues to gaze into your eyes. âCouldnât do it.âÂ
You run a hand up his chest, palm gliding across his shirt. His chest is strong, and the fabric is like cool shaving cream under your fingers. In the back of your mind, you still have so many questions, but you donât ask them. Not now.Â
âYou can be mad at me,â his brows knit and he nods twice. âI deserve that.â His eyes lock on yours. âBut I'm not gonna let ya go.âÂ
Your nipples harden with a chill, and your lips part. Â
His gaze falls from your eyes to your lips, and you tilt your chin up. His eyes fall further, to your neck, and he inhales sharply through his nose. You turn your head the other way. Still braced on the wall, he nudges your chin so he can look at the bruising. You feel his heart rate quicken under your hand, and you slide your hand up to the cold sweat beading on his neck.Â
His thumb brushes over the bruising. He brings his mouth and nose to the other side and grazes your sensitive skin with his nose. His tongue teases you and you shiver, then he plants his lips. He grunts softly as he marks you. His breath hits your wet skin as he lingers there to murmur, âMissed how ya taste.âÂ
He returns to the bruised side of your neck and licks the mark, tenderly, then harder. Itâs sore, but you donât react. For a moment, his lips lay plush and soft against your damaged skin. Then he opens his mouth wide. He scrapes his teeth, then plants his lips and sucks, and you try not to flinch but let out a little gasp. He tongues and sucks at it for almost five seconds before releasing you.Â
He soothes the spot with the light touch of his lips, then kisses up your jaw, to your ear, where he murmurs, âWhat are you on, and how much?â
You tell him.Â
âShould be fine,â he mutters to himself as he pulls his head back.Â
âWhy?â
He looks back and forth between your eyes. âWanna make sure you remember.âÂ
You wet your lips and swallow.Â
Heâs close enough that his body heat enhances yours. His whole presence is a warm embrace. You half-heartedly try to conjure what you went through earlierâthe hurt, the resolve not to let it happen again. You canât find it under your affection, wonder, and empathy. Something tells you itâs going to be okay.Â
He looks at your neck again.Â
You open your mouth to apologize, but he cuts you off, âShh.â He takes your hand and leads you back inside.Â
-
Itâs dark, minus the red and pink lights washing over the dance floor, which is crowded but not quite packed. He gets two soda waters from the bar, and you sit down in the VIP booth. He has his arm around you, caressing your shoulder. Soon, you have your legs in his lap, just happy to have him close. You reach into your dress for the small plastic baggie. Joel is watching the dance floor and idly stroking your leg as you pour the other piece of the pill into your hand. Some of it is powder by now. Joelâs eyes return just in time to see you put it on your tongue.Â
He squeezes your chin to open your mouth, then, with the same hand, sticks two massive fingers between your lips to retrieve the pill. âYou donât need this,â he mutters, then sticks what remains of the pill in his mouth and takes a sip of water. âWhat else ya got in there?â Joel feels you up through the fabric on and around your tits, and his eyebrows shoot up when his hand catches on something.
He shoves his hand down your dress and finds it tucked under your arm: a small, foil square. He turns it over and the clear backing reveals a glow-in-the-dark condom. He tosses it onto the table, then pulls you tighter against him. Your hip brushes a warm bulge in his soft black pants, and it twitches. These pants would be so easy to slip your hand into, you just know it. But before you can try, he brings his mouth to your ear. âCâmon, letâs dance.âÂ
-
On the dance floor, Joel stands behind you, and his heavy arms snake around your torso. He moves with you, with the music, and runs his palms over your dress. His dick hardens, and those silky pants leave nothing to the imagination as the vivid outline grinds against you. You lose yourself in his touch, in the soft rub of his cock, until you sense someone watching and glance toward the DJ booth. Billy smiles to himself and goes back to his mixing board. Joel shamelessly grabs your tit again. Youâre already so wet for him. In the corner of your eye, you see Billy still watching but pretend you donât notice.Â
âYouâre so damn hot,â Joel growls right against your ear as he massages your breast and grinds against you with his arm crossing your body and one hand on your hip. âUggh,â he groans in arousal. He jostles behind you, adjusting his pants, then gathers the long skirt of your dress. He covers your ass with himself before the air has a chance to hit you. Then his hard, naked cock slides between your thighs. You gasp and look back. He kisses the side of your neck. Youâre gushing all over him. Your thong is soaked through, and heâs sliding along your folds, hot and hard. He moans in your ear. His tip pushes the front of your dress out with every thrust through that warm, wet sleeve of your thighs against your cunt.Â
Each pass of his tip makes you need him so bad. You turn your head back to say, âLetâs go somewhere.âÂ
âYou want it?â he asks and slides out from your thighs, reaching down between you to put his dick away before letting your skirt down.Â
You nod and begin to lead him to the restroom, but he firmly holds your elbow. You turn around and put your arms around his neck to plead, âLetâs go,â nodding toward the bathrooms. He grabs your ass and grinds against your front, raging hard. He holds you close and you give up for the moment.Â
He dips his head and noses your chin up. His lips brush a sore area, and you twitch. You slot your fingers into his curly locks, making him growl silently into your skin. "Joel," you sigh. "Let's go."
Either he doesn't hear you or pretends not to. "Mmm," his hum vibrates into your skin. He pries his lips off your neck only to plant them on your mouth. Your tongues meet, and you need him, you really need him. Now.Â
After a few seconds of bliss, you break the kiss to plead, "Letâs go." He reads your face and shakes his head no as a dim red light falls over you in passing. Your mouth falls open in protest. He grinds against you, letting his answer sink in. And in case there's any doubt, he brings his lips to your ear. "Gonna take it right here."Â
He gathers the front of your dress. You swallow, stunned and throbbing in anticipation.Â
He takes his cock out under your dress, then lifts one of your thighs, and you hook it around him. He keeps your raised knee against him. Your shoes are just the right height. He pulls your thong to the side and thereâs no mistaking how wet and ready you are. Right away, he notches at your entrance. You tilt your hips. His fingers dig into your thigh and the plush of your ass. He plunges in with a grunt, pushing a gasp out of you as he divides your walls in what feels like slow motion. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back as his cock makes its place inside you. He holds you against himself, and your leg stays hiked up as he retreats, then begins to slide into you to the beat of the music. He brings his lips to your ear. âOhhâgood girl.â
Youâd envisioned this every day since the last time and somehow forgot it was this good. He holds you close, his body flexing, expertly moving inside yours. Youâve missed this, youâve really missed it. He grunts and moans into your hair, unrestrained. The music is loud enough.Â
âFuck, youâre hot,â he practically shouts, holding you by the ass and thigh as he fucks up into you. Itâs a thrill being full of his cock in a sea of people. The song changes and you glance toward the DJ booth. Billy is looking right at you. Joelâs pace slows to match the new tempo. You melt into his arms with the perfect shape of his length dragging between your walls. Billyâs eyes smile, and he slowly nods. You catch him adjusting himself just below the DJ table which makes your walls twitch. You bite your lip.Â
The grip of Joelâs fingers tightens, pressing firmly into your flesh. Billyâs hand is still below the mixing table when Joel turns your face back toward him and kisses you. Everything else fades away except his mouth on yours and his cock thrusting into you. The smooth slide of his tongue makes you twitch. His thrusts become sharper, deeper with the aid of his bruising grip, and your mouths break apart with labored breaths and moans. God, youâre wet, and only getting wetter.Â
Joel searches your eyes as he thrusts into you. The lights wash over you again, and his pupils are wide. You gaze at each other, and you hold the back of his head, fingers tangling in his long curls as he slowly fucks you on the dance floor. Thereâs a glance from one or two dancers, but no one cares.Â
You steal another glance at Billy, and he looks to be in a trance with his mouth hanging slightly open. He wets his lip and he closes his mouth, then runs his hand through his hair. You bury your face in Joelâs neck, and his familiar scent enhances everything. Pleasure is building more with each thrust of his cock making you whole. Nothing compares to this.
Joel grunts and sighs, and twitches. âOhh, fuck,â he sighs. Is he going to come like this? God, heâs sexy. He tilts his head down and noses your nose so your chin tilts up and he finds your lips again. He kisses you sloppily, loosely, breathing and grunting, and the way he fills you upâ shit, he feels good. Are you going to come like this?Â
âDonât let me fall,â you plead.Â
He stares at your lips and his mouth draws yours in. He bottoms out and stays deep, moving in short pulses, holding you so your front grinds against his.Â
You break the kiss to sigh, âFuck.â You whimper against his lips as it overtakes you in slow motion. You donât hold back. The moan rips out of your chest as your body clenches around his. You pulse, and your body spasms. He holds you tighter. âOhh,â you moan.
âOh, baby,â He pants. Each thrust is sharp. âOh, fuck,â he bottoms out and groans as he pulses powerfully. âOhhh.â He holds you still as you milk his cock. âOhh, ggâunghhh.â When heâs nearly spent, an air horn sounds. Joel groans, and you both look toward Billy. He nods and gives a low thumbs up as the last of Joelâs cum dribbles into you. Joel laughs into your hair, âIâm gonna killâm.â Â
Joel dips his knees to let his cock slide out. He lets your leg down, then your dress, and fixes his pants. He holds you for a whole song. His cum dribbles down your thigh, and you don't even wipe it with your dress.Â
âLet's get outta here.âÂ
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You look for your friends, and they're still with the guys from earlier. Joel waits as you go over and say goodbye. When you return, he puts his arm around you as you walk outside.
Outside, he hugs you as you wait for an uber. The night has dulled your anxiety, but itâs still there somewhere, and it reveals itself as you think about spending the night with him.
âI still donât understand,â you whisper.
âI know, baby. Ya will. Promise.â
âCan you just answer one thing?â He waits for your question. âWho drives a black Mercedes?âÂ
You pull back to watch him react.
âBlack Mercedes. . .â His brow furrows and he searches the pavement for an answer.
âThe SUV you were in.âÂ
âOh, pumpkinâ,â his face softens. âJust my lawyer, baby.â He kisses you on the forehead, which pauses your thoughts and weakens your eyes.Â
Your phone buzzes with a call from Kari, but the call cuts off. Kari hasnât texted, but in your messaging app, thereâs a new group thread with three unread:
âcome over to mine,â Billy had texted minutes ago. Then, âkeyâs under the cactus.â
Joel had already responded, ânot tonight.âÂ
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