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3k3 | Javier Peña x reader ; Steve Murphy x reader Summary: Javi walks away from you, and you don't know how to handle the situation anymore Warnings: 18+ mdni. Infidelity, angst, light dacryphilia, oral (f/m), masturbation (m), piv. No age specified. a/n: as always, thank you so much Kate @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for correcting me, and for the last minutes adjustments 💕🫶 Follow @millafics and turn notifications on for fics updates The tittle is from some lyrics of Affection by Between friends ao3 | masterlist

Steve looked at his partner. They had worked together for years and had faced the worst. They had supported each other every time Escobar had escaped from them, every time they had found themselves in the ambassador's office. They had spent countless evenings in bars. And despite everything, Steve couldn't help but betray him.

You had met Connie while working at the same clinic as her, and you two quickly got along well. You were both American, and your situation as expatriates and partners of DEA agents had brought you together. The four of you, with Javi and Steve, had become quite close, often going out to bars or restaurants, or had dinners at home. You really liked Steve. Since then, Connie had left, and Steve was your only friend in Bogota. You often confided in him when you felt the need and supported him as well since he was alone.

One evening, you went to his house, worried and jaded, because Javi was moving further and further away from you. Or rather, from anything that wasn't related to his job.

Escobar was an obsession and Carillo's murder had broken something in him. He stayed later in the bars, and when he came home, he smelled of whisky and frustration. You tried to help him, to talk about it, but he kept getting more and more withdrawn. You no longer waited for him to go to bed, and he no longer woke you up as often as before when he came home in the early morning. For a long time before, you had loved feeling him lying between your thighs while you were barely awake, covering you with kisses, flooding you with his “mmmm… cariño, I missed you so much today. You missed this cock?” as you would respond with “oh god, Javi, yes! Yes, fuck me, please.” And he would sink into you, making you scream on his shaft, to the point where sometimes he had to cover your mouth with his hand, to prevent the neighbors from pounding on the apartment door, while he was pounding you on the bed.

He had never got tired of eating your pussy, but now he dove between your thighs less and less. He even asked you to get up, one evening when you knelt between his knees to blow him, to make him forget everything else.

It was that evening that you left, first driving through the streets of Bogota. And without really realizing it, you found yourself in front of Steve's house, hesitant before knocking on the door. You told him everything, no longer holding back your tears.

Steve hesitated before hugging you. “Fuck,” he thought. He wasn't going to leave you like that, without consoling you, when you already felt rejected at home. Your cries gradually gave way to sniffles, and his cock twitched. “Fuck,” he thought a second time. He wanted to turn slightly away, not wanting you to notice his bulge. But you clung to him reflexively, afraid he would move away, and he felt you freeze.

“I’m sorry, I…” he started to say.

You looked up at him, and both of you lost your mind. Your wet eyes made him lose his mind. A moment, frozen in time, turned into a searing kiss, so impatient and urgent, that none of you stopped while you undressed. He held you close to have your bare skin against his, your breasts against his torso. And finally, you looked at each other. A moment in time, wondering if you were really going to cross that line. Steve broke the silence, asking “what do you want, baby?”

“Wanna feel you Steve. Please. Make me feel something.”

He nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you to the couch, where he asked you to lie down. Kneeling on the floor, he took off your panties, so slowly that you felt yourself melt, and he spread your thighs to open you up for him. The moonlight was illuminating the room, and he looked at your body. He placed his hand on your cheek, and slid it gently down your neck, between your breasts, and watched your nipples harden after his touch. His breathing accelerated, while his hand continued to move down, to your belly that he caressed, then your crotch. He placed his hand flat on your pussy and felt your warmth against his palm. You arched your back, feeling him against you, seeing his gaze on you. He wanted you, he really wanted you, and you no longer knew what it felt like, until now, on his couch. You realized how much you missed it.

He moved his thumb up along your folds, after having covered it with your wetness, until he reached your clit that he gently caressed. He looked at your body and your skin, the way your hairs stood up under his touch. Your back arched again, when his mouth covered your pussy. He licked delicately between your folds, feeling you flinch against his tongue, and took your hand in his. As if to reassure you, or to reassure himself, he didn’t know. His heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to explode.

His tongue entered you further, licking up all the wetness that flowed from your core. He sometimes felt it dripping from his chin, and became more and more intoxicated by you, his nose brushing perfectly against your clit. Your free hand squeezed one of your breasts, and you matched the movements of your hips with his tongue, rolling them against him.

Steve pushed two fingers into your pussy and slid his tongue up to your clit. He looked at you, as the tip tickled where his nose was a few seconds ago. Your eyes were closed, and this vision of you, lit by the moon, made him obsessed. He kept fingering you, slowly, and then placed his lips around your clit, sucking gently, and you moaned. He pulled his fingers out and stroked himself with your wetness, before he started gently jerking his hard as steel cock, matching his rhythm to his tongue, now swirling on your clit.

He parted his lips for a few seconds, still fucking you with his fingers, and said “I ain’t gonna fuck you. Ain’t gonna cross that line. But you’re gonna cum on my tongue.” His tongue on you again, he squeezed your hand tighter, and his wrist tightened on his shaft too.

“Steve…”

“I know, baby, I know. I can feel it coming. Let it happen, baby. Let go for me.”

Yet, he couldn't stop himself from moving his tongue from your clit to your folds, even though he knew it delayed your orgasm. He wanted to lick all your wetness coming out of your soaked hole. To eat you all. Until you grabbed his head with your hand, making him keep his tongue on your clit.

“Wanna come Steve, please. Please, make me come.”

He squeezed your hand tighter, jerked himself harder, his tongue now focusing on your clit. He heard you moan louder, and your hips tilted up towards his mouth. You tensed one last time as your orgasm hit you, and he came as you said his name, sending his cum all over his thighs and on the couch.

He caressed the soft skin of your belly, until your breathing finally calmed and returned to normal, occasionally lapping at your pussy, still thirsty for your taste. He stopped before overstimulating you, and you sat up. He reached up and kissed you, running his hand along your cheek.

When you went back home, Javi was sleeping. You slipped into the sheets, very carefully, so as not to wake him up. Guilt started twisting your stomach. He placed his hand on your belly in his sleep, and your throat tightened.

The days passed without anything changing between Javi and you. You tried not to think too much about that night at Steve’s. Javi had told you that things had been a bit tense between them, and that they had come to blows.

You and Steve hadn't seen each other again, until the day when you were waiting for Javi in your car, in the DEA parking lot. He walked over to you when he saw you, and asked kindly how you were going. You smiled shyly at him, telling him that it was pretty much okay. But it wasn’t, and he knew it. Javi arrived, and Steve wished you a good evening as he left for his car.

You came home, and the evening passed almost in silence. You looked at Javi, his eyebrows furrowed. You were both so close and so far away, a distance that seemed insurmountable. When you were ready to go to bed, he took his jacket and told you he was going out. The door closed behind him and for two minutes you stood at the bedroom door. “Fuck you, Javi”, you thought, grabing your jacket and slamming the door behind you when you left the appartment.

“What happened?” Steve asked when he opened the door.

“He fucking left. I was going to bed, and he told me he was going out.”

You took your pack of cigarettes and lit one, before sitting down on the couch next to him. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Steve. I understand your job is stressful, I really do. And this fucking Escobar is always getting away. But I would like to be there to help him, you know? I can help him more than the whiskey he drinks in bars.”

You shook your head and tears gathered at the corner of your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

“Javi told me you two had a fight. What happened?"

“Photos that I kept in the office ended up in the wrong hands. I thought Javi had leaked them.”

“Steve, come on. You know he’d never do that to you.”

“Yeah, like he would never think I’d - ” He cut himself off before finishing his sentence, shaking his head without looking at you, but you knew too well what he was thinking. You lit a second cigarette, immediately after putting out the first.

“Why did you react like that? And cut the crap.”

In a low voice, he said “you know why.” He looked at you and it made you regret asking. There was too much affection in his eyes.

“Because I care about you. Because you’re not happy. Because if we were together I wouldn’t be in a bar right now.”

You frowned when you heard his words. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry.”

You got up and went to the window.

“Have you heard from Connie?”

“No. She’s been very clear last time. We're taking a break, at best. At worst, it's over.”

He joined you by the window, walking silently with his bare feet, and told you that maybe you should go home, that Javi might be worried. You nodded and brushed past him on your way to the front door but he grabbed your wrist. You stayed like that, side by side, without daring to look at each other for a few seconds, his hand frozen on your wrist.

“Tell me you want me to leave,” you whispered.

“I don’t want you to leave”, he replied.

A few seconds passed before you spoke again, telling him that Javi and you hadn't had sex, since the other night. You turned to him, knowing you shouldn’t have told him that but unable to resist either. You added, “I guess he didn’t want to. Neither did I. Was thinking about you.” Your voice was nothing more than a thin trickle that he could barely hear.

This time you didn't hold back the tears that were rolling on your cheeks. His cock got hard, and he couldn’t help but stare into your watery eyes.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to not go further than last time, you know…”

“Well I don’t think I want you to stop, Steve.”

You pressed yourself against him, your crotch against his, and you gasped when you felt his cock against you. His hands rested on your cheeks as your starving lips devoured each other, and your tongues mingled. Your hands were pressed against his back to hold him against you.

Still kissing him, your hands finally slid up to the nape of his neck and you heard him growl in your ear. You continued to roam his body, your hands slowly moving down his torso. You barely touched him the night before and this time you wanted to feel him under your fingers. You wanted to feel his skin and imprint the sensation in your mind. When your hands reached his waist, you pressed his body against yours and feeling his bulge made you moan into his mouth.

You slipped your hand in his sweatpants. All you wanted was to touch his cock, to feel every inch of him. Delicately, you took it in your hand before taking it out, then you slid his sweatpants down his thighs, and removed them entirely, while you knelt before him.

“You don’t have to….but shit, yeah…wanna feel your lips on my cock.”

You could see his cock in the shadow of the moon, and it was gorgeous. Long and thick, slightly curved. You ran your thumb over the slit, spreading the precum on the tip, before looking up at him and sucking your finger.

“Fuck, babe”, he said, and you smiled. You wanted to please him, and knowing that he wanted you, was craving you, made you drool even more in your panties. You took his tip in your mouth, your tongue gently swirling around its slit. Your hand squeezed his cock and your thumb caressed one of his balls. Your lips rounded around his shaft, your tongue pressed against his skin, you applied yourself to suck him, feeling him shiver in your mouth. When you were able to take him fully into your mouth, you stopped at the base of his shaft, letting his tip wiggle against the back of your throat. You heard him groan, as his hand squeezed your shoulder, and he whispered “wait, sugar please, uh…It's been a while since... this and I ain’t gonna last if you keep doin’ this.”

You stood up and he covered your cheeks with his hands, searching for your lips then your tongue hungrily, before grabbing your ass with his hands and pressing you against him. Then his fingers fought against the buttons of your blouse as you pulled his t-shirt over his head. When he took off your clothing, you wanted to unhook your bra, but he stopped you, saying "no lemme... lemme look at you. Please."

His voice was wavering and on the verge of breaking. You let your arms fall to your sides, while he ran his fingers from your neck to the roundness of your breasts, taking them in his hand while following their shape. He unhooked your bra, and his thumbs caressed your nipples, so delicately that they became even harder. His gaze left your breasts to meet yours, and all you saw was the fire burning there. He knelt down to remove your shoes, pants and panties, and he kissed your mound, making your clit twitch instantly as the memory of the previous night hadn't left you. His tongue slipped between your folds, and he groaned as he felt your wetness, his hands clenching on your ass. But quickly he stood up, and said “I need to fuck you baby, or I’m gonna lose my damn mind”, and you knew he meant it, deep inside.

Kissing you, he led you to his bed, where you lay on your back. Steve asked, “spread your legs for me” but he couldn’t wait and gently pushed them apart with his knee before settling between your thighs. He waited for a few seconds, searching for your eyes, but quickly grabbed his cock and pushed it into your entrance, as if he was afraid that you would change your mind, or scared to read the doubt in your eyes. He ran his hand over your cheek while you got used to his girth, but your need to feel him was too strong. Too urgent. You grabbed his ass to press him against you and moved your pelvis towards him, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck, baby what ya doin’? Gonna hurt yourself.”

“I wanna feel you. Please, let me do it. Don’t let go of me, I can take it.”

“Ok ok, I won’t, I’m right here. I’m with you.” His eyebrows furrowed looking at you, as you couldn’t help but gasp, feeling every inch of his cock spreading your folds, but you wanted to feel him more, always more. Until he was balls deep inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pulled back before thrusting in again, pounding you into the mattress with slow but deep strokes. You didn’t take your eyes off each other, except for the rare moments where he kissed your forehead or your lips, his hand caressing your cheek.

And you had forgotten it, this feeling. Of being desired, wanted. Your own desire to melt into someone else. He was giving you all of this in this moment, and you felt your heart flutter, as you were drinking up this long-forgotten feeling. Your hips now accompanied his, as if in a dance, as if you knew each other for years, intimately. But you didn’t, and it heightened your feelings tenfold. Your eyes were fixed on his, and you read in his furrowed eyebrows and his stare, the same perplexity that seized him, about your proximity.

“Fuck… yeah, keep moving your hips like this. Shit… gonna cum if you keep goin’, baby.”

“I won’t stop”, you murmured and stroked his biceps, then squeezed them with your hands to prevent him from escaping from your embrace.

“I need you to come, baby. Need to feel your pussy clench my cock,” he added, pressing his torso to yours, and you started to rub your clit against him. His face buried in your neck, and his hand resting on your cheek, he continued to fuck you, at a very slow pace this time, and you whimpered, “Steve, I’m so close…” just before you came on his shaft. “Fuck, baby… you’re coming so hard for me,” he managed to mumble. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside”, you breathed out. He didn't ask if you were sure, he knew you were. “Look at me…fuck, you’re takin’ me so good”, he groaned just before pulsing inside you. And you hugged him as tight as you were able to, already dreading his pulling away from you. Once you milked his cock, you felt his body relax over yours and he kissed your neck. You lay against each other without speaking, your fingers running up and down his forearm. When you sat up a few minutes later, he slipped his arms through an old shirt that he probably wore to sleep, without putting it on, and as you were about to get out of bed he pulled it over your head, to hold you against him. You looked at each other but it created a lump in your throat. “What now?”, you thought.

“What are we gonna do, Steve?”

“I don’t know, baby”, he replied, shaking his head slowly.

He released you and you got dressed, holding back the tears that appeared in the corners of your eyes.

When you got back to the apartment, Javi was lying on the couch smoking a cigarette, and he stood up looking at you with a worried look.

“Where have you been, cariño? I was worried.”

“Went out to get some fresh air. I’m going to bed, Javi.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know I'm not there for you like I should be. But I will try, I promise.”

You nodded and went to bed, and as you lay there, his torso against your back, you hoped he wouldn't slip his hand into your panties, as Steve's cum was still dripping lightly from your pussy.

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panda-writes-kpop · 5 months ago

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I'll only stay with you one more night ~ j. hjn.

a/n: two weeks between posts will probably become the new normal as I struggle through this semester 😭 don't worry, school's going fine, I'm just busy as hell right now with work, school, and familial obligations. So don't worry if there's a week or two between uploads, I'm totally fine!! 🫶

tw: a bit pg-13 with some of the description (my bad yall, i just want to make out with jeon heejin y'know), mention of booze, reader is a romantic yet a bit depressed but we love them for it ❤️

summary: a precarious dance between you and heejin threatens to end as she lures you into her thralls yet again, but you won't break this new normal between the two of you. neither will she, so you're stuck in this limbo of 'not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-lovers'.

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“You shouldn’t be here.”

Jeon Heejin eyes you, warily, as you approach her in the kitchen.

“You thought parties weren’t my… thing?” She draws out the last word, inviting a rebuttal from you.

You’re too smart to take the obvious bait, but too stupid to leave the conversation alone in its entirety.

“Didn’t think you were one to shoot vodka straight.” You gesture to the red solo cup in her hand - you’re a foot away from her, but you can practically taste the liquor in the air.

The smell makes you wish that you had drank something before starting this conversation. It’d help you feel less bad about what happens afterward.

“Maybe I like the way it tastes.” She teases before lifting the cup to her lips.

You’d almost believe her, if you didn’t know her so well, but the ghastly grimace on her face gives away her true thoughts about the drink.

Heejin scowls at the nickname - a long standing tradition between the two of you. You’d call her a role model or a perfect princess, and she’d respond by calling you a jackass or rolling her eyes at you.

“No person drinks vodka because they like the taste. What’s on your mind, Little Miss Perfect?”

Two people, perfectly molded to be each other’s opposite.

So why are you here, at this party, with her of all people?

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

“No,” Your response falls from your lips, immediately, and a teasing grin appears on your face, “but I’m willing to hear you out anyway.”

“You’re a liar.”

“It’s my charm, really.” You shrug before leaning against the fridge. “Are you in the mood for confessions or not?”

“Well…” She trails off, an unreadable expression on her face.

She leans against the counter after setting her drink aside. Her shirt lifts up, perfectly showing her well-defined body.

Why does she play this game with you, again and again? You’re both losers in the end.

Heejin is a perfect calamity of a woman - her eyes a whirlwind of emotions, a smile that is genuine but never quite reaches her eyes, her gestures as icy as they are warming.

You can’t tell if you want to slap or kiss that shit-eating grin off of her face.

And, based on your previous encounters with her, it’s most definitely going to be the latter option.

“Like what you see?” She winks at you before grabbing her drink again.

Her eyes study you, just as she studies her materials in class. Brutally methodical, looking for any errors or opportunities to pounce on.

She wants to lure you into her trap, into her clutches - you wanted her first, right?

“Fuck you.” The words would sound malicious coming from anyone else, but they’re oddly playful from your lips.

“You told me you wanted to know what’s on my mind…” Heejin strolls towards you with an unmistakable amount of confidence, the type that comes with experience.

She’s got you right where she wants you - as she does every time.

When she lands right in front of you, one of her hands lands on your abdomen. Heejin leans in close, close enough for only the two of you to hear.

“You. I’ve only had you on my mind, and it’s ruining my day.”

She leans back, a playful pout on her face.

A lioness with her prey in her claws - so much for her façade of innocence.

You should resist, push her hand away and let yourself get some air. Maybe it’s the booze in her breath that’s making you drunk, or maybe you’re just drunk on her.

Either way, that fleeting thought of rationality doesn’t seem to stop you from chasing Heejin’s lips as you kiss her with the pent-up frustration of her teasing.

Her hand leaves your chest as you place your hands on your lips - if you’re letting this happen, you may as well be in control of your actions.

You know you want this, as does she. You’re both just scared of the after.

The eternal after, the words you two should tell each other.

I love you. I miss you. I want you. I need you.

But you’re stuck in this charade, this mess where you push and pull against each other, hoping one will give before the other does.

Heejin’s too prideful, and you’re too resistant to the idea of “us”.

But you’re both content, especially as she pulls at your shirt for more as her lips continue to meet yours.

Why should you deny her of you, of the things that make you both content?

Maybe next time will be different.

It won’t be.

You know this.

She knows this.

Yet you’re still kissing her, and she’s still kissing you.

Forever in limbo.

Forever two souls together, but not quite intertwined.

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earthlybeam · 27 days ago

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Is there any chance we might get to see the secret crush (with or without mistletoe) also with Elrond? If not, no worries, I don't want to stress you. I'm just really in my Elrond feels atm lol

Ahh, I completely get it—how could anyone not be smitten with Elrond? 🛐❤️‍🔥🥰 He’s the perfect blend of wisdom, elegance, and understated strength. chef’s kiss. 💋🤌And don’t even get me started on his voice! It’s like honey and starlight had a love child; he’s a dream boat, I class him as my fictional hubby 😉🫶✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Elrond Version below. (You and Elrond well secret have a crush but either of you acted till now.)

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✶ The great hall hummed with life, the warmth of firelight and the soft buzz of conversation filling the space. Outside, the cold winter night pressed against the stone walls, but inside, the atmosphere was inviting and alive, the scent of spiced wine and roasting meats mingling with the laughter of guests. You and Elrond had settled into a quieter corner, where the voices around you seemed distant, a mere background to your animated conversation. Your hands moved in an endless stream of gestures, your words flowing freely as you wove stories, jokes, and observations into the air between you. Elrond, ever the listener, had always appreciated the way your voice danced with excitement. But tonight, something was different. His mind, so usually sharp and present, was slipping away from the conversation, drawn instead to the subtle, almost unnoticed mistletoe hanging above the archway nearby. It swayed gently in the flickering light, a quiet, beckoning reminder of tradition. Elrond’s gaze flickered to it again, and his heart stuttered. Mistletoe.

✶ He nodded every so often, murmuring a soft “mm-hmm” or “indeed” to feign attentiveness, but in truth, his focus had long since wandered. His attention drifted to the soft glow of the mistletoe. Elrond’s thoughts raced. Should he say something? Could he? He had spent countless moments by your side, always holding himself back. You were his friend, his confidant, and yet there was something more—something he had never dared to voice aloud. Tonight, though, with the mistletoe above and the warmth of the hall around you, he wondered: What if I kissed you? The idea seized him, unbidden but persistent. Would you pull away? Would it ruin what you already shared? He wasn’t one to act impulsively, but tonight… tonight, the temptation was almost too much. His gaze drifted from the mistletoe back to you. You hadn’t noticed his internal struggle, too absorbed in your own thoughts and stories. Your words tumbled on, each sentence more animated than the last, your eyes alight with enthusiasm as you spoke. Elrond tried to focus on what you were saying, but his attention kept slipping back to you. The way your voice filled the space, the way your laughter wrapped around him, drawing him in deeper. Every gesture you made, every word that slipped from your lips, seemed to only heighten the ache in his chest.

✶ You were so close, your presence warm and inviting, and Elrond found himself wondering how you would respond if he leaned in, if he finally crossed that line between friendship and something more. His breath hitched as his hand subtly shifted closer to yours, the idea of touching you setting his heart racing. He tried to tell himself that this was foolish, that he was overthinking it, but no matter how much he told himself to focus, his thoughts kept circling back to the same question: Should I kiss you? “Elrond?” Your voice, sharp and clear, pierced through his thoughts. He blinked, suddenly realizing he hadn’t heard a word you had just said. His mind scrambled to catch up, but there was no denying it now—he’d missed everything.

✶ “Are you even listening?” you teased, tilting your head slightly with a playful smirk. The flush creeping onto his cheeks didn’t escape your notice, and his distracted gaze and stiff posture gave him away. Elrond was flustered, and it was obvious. Straightening up, Elrond tried to recover, his eyes flickering between yours in a desperate search for something to latch onto. “Of course,” he replied smoothly, though the heat in his cheeks betrayed him. He had to make it seem like he was still in control, but his words felt hollow as they left his lips. You had caught him, and there was no hiding it now. You leaned in just a little closer, the mischievous glint in your eyes only sharpening. “Really?” you asked, the teasing tone in your voice thick with playful challenge. “What did I say?”

✶ For a heartbeat, Elrond froze. His mind scrambled to find an answer, but the conversation was a blur, the details slipping through his fingers like sand. He looked around for anything to cling to—something that might sound convincing—when his gaze fell on the festive surroundings: the garlands, the ribbons, the warmth of the gathering. The decorations, he thought. That’ll work. “Elrond?” You prompted again, your eyes twinkling with amusement as he struggled. You were enjoying this, and you were sure he could feel the weight of your gaze sharp on him “Umm…” Elrond cleared his throat, his mind still racing for something to make sense of it all. “The… um… decorations?” he stammered, cringing internally. The decorations? Really? “Yes, the decorations! They’re… very festive. The garlands, and ribbons, and… the atmosphere? Very… festive, yes.”

✶ His words were so disjointed, it felt as though the entire world had tilted off-balance. He could feel the flush creeping deeper, his heart sinking with each passing moment. I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thought. The more he tried to explain, the more his words felt like they were slipping out of his control. You let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and teasing, but there was something more to it, something knowing in your eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused at how easy it was to catch him off guard. “Decorations?” you repeated, as though trying to wrap your mind around the absurdity of it. “Really, Elrond? You’re telling me you’ve been listening to all that, and that’s what stood out to you? Garlands and ribbons?”

✶ His heart was racing for reasons he didn’t fully understand—embarrassment, confusion, and something else, something deeper. The playful teasing in your voice didn’t help him at all. He could feel your gaze on him, sharp and probing, and it made him feel as though you could see straight through him. His tongue felt tied. What could I even say? The kiss, the longing, the tension that had built up between you, all of it seemed so close now. He had almost said it, had almost made that leap—but now, all he could manage was a stuttered excuse. You watched him, enjoying the way his composure faltered. There was something about catching him off guard that sparked a flutter of excitement in your chest. His attempt to pass off the decorations as the thing that had caught his attention was almost too perfect. It was clear—he hadn’t been listening to you at all, and yet here he was, fumbling over the simplest of answers. His words stumbled, disjointed and unsure, and it made you want to press just a little harder.

✶ “So, all that talk about ribbons and garlands, and you’re still thinking about them?” You leaned in closer, your voice dripping with a teasing warmth. “You’re really going to try to pass that off as a proper answer?” It felt like power, but there was something else beneath it too, something softer. You could see the frustration in his eyes, the way he avoided meeting your gaze now, and it made your heart skip a beat. There was more to Elrond than he let on, and you were beginning to realize just how much he might be hiding. From you—and from himself. Elrond, meanwhile, felt the weight of your teasing press down on him. You could see it, couldn’t you? He couldn’t hide his thoughts from you—not this time. And maybe he didn’t want to. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words eluded him. Should he say something about how he felt? Should he finally let go of the fear that had been gnawing at him all night? The kiss. What if I just kissed you now? But his mind was a whirlwind, and before he could act on the urge, his thoughts were drowned out by the lingering question that had been haunting him all evening: Should I kiss you? The words were hanging in the air between you both, and with every second that passed, it was becoming harder to ignore them.

✶ Without another thought, Elrond leaned forward, closing the gap between you with a decisive yet gentle movement. You continued speaking, unaware of his intentions, lost in the flow of your words. His hand brushed lightly against yours, grounding him in the present. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the subtle connection as his fingers made the faintest contact with yours, sending a ripple of electricity through his chest. The touch made him realize how much he had been longing for something more, something deeper, and he couldn’t wait any longer. His breath caught as he watched you, still oblivious to his inner turmoil, your voice filling the space between you. He knew he couldn’t hold back anymore.

✶ You began to speak again, unaware of the storm of emotions swirling within him, but before you could form another sentence, Elrond silenced you with a kiss—a kiss that was sudden, but soft and sure. It was a break in the endless flow of conversation, a pause that felt like time itself had slowed down just for the two of you. His lips met yours with a delicate pressure, as though testing the waters. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the feel of your lips, warm and welcoming, against his. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, grounding him in the moment. The softness of your skin under his touch made his heart race, and he deepened the kiss slowly, carefully—unsure of what you might do, yet unable to stop himself.

✶ When you didn’t pull away, when you softened into the kiss, something inside Elrond snapped. It was as though every unspoken thought, every hesitant longing he had carried for so long, was suddenly allowed to rush forward. His heart surged as the kiss deepened, more confident now, slow and deliberate, with the weight of everything he hadn’t yet said. It was as though his lips were speaking the words he couldn’t quite form. The kiss felt like an answer to the unspoken question that had hovered between you both for what felt like an eternity. The tension, the longing, everything that had been building between you evaporated in that moment. You melted into the kiss, your hand instinctively reaching up to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of him beneath your fingertips. Every kiss, every movement, felt like an exploration, as though neither of you knew where it would lead, but you both wanted to find out. It was a kiss that said more than words ever could, a kiss that was at once tentative and full of yearning, quiet yet full of promise. Elrond felt your breath against his lips, your warmth filling him with a sense of peace he hadn’t known he needed. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, but his forehead remained pressed gently against yours, as if he couldn’t bear to be too far from you.

✶ You stared at him, wide-eyed, caught between surprise and something softer, something unspoken yet undeniably clear. Elrond’s heart raced as he searched your face for any hint of what you were feeling. His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited for your reaction. The silence stretched between you, thick with emotion, and for a moment, neither of you seemed to know what to say. Finally, you whispered his name, the sound soft and breathless. “Elrond…” His heart stuttered at the way his name passed your lips, and he looked at you with a gentle, almost apologetic smile. A light flush colored his cheeks, and he cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a low, warm murmur. “Forgive me,” he said, the teasing glint in his eyes softening, “but you weren’t giving me much of a chance to speak.” You blinked in disbelief, a faint laugh escaping your lips. Your mouth opened slightly as if trying to process his words, before another soft laugh bubbled up, catching you by surprise. “Wait—so you kissed me to stop me from talking?” you asked, amusement flickering in your gaze. Elrond chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a playful smile. “Perhaps,” he said, his tone light but sincere, “but in truth, it was long overdue.”

✶ Your heart fluttered at the warmth in his voice, the sincerity behind the playful words. For the first time, you became aware of the mistletoe hanging above you both, the realization slowly dawning on you. A grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked up at it, then back at him. “Oh,” you murmured, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “So that’s what you’ve been thinking about all this time?” Elrond glanced up at the mistletoe, his eyes following the soft, green sprigs that hung above you both, before returning to you. His voice was steady, though there was a hint of vulnerability in it that contrasted with the lightness of his words. “I might have been,” he admitted, his gaze locking with yours. “Though, truthfully, I haven’t been able to think about much else when I’m with you.”

✶ Your heart skipped a beat at the quiet sincerity of his words. For a moment, you were speechless—an unusual occurrence for you, to be sure. But there was something about the honesty in his eyes, the depth of his feelings, that left you breathless. When you finally found your voice again, it came out softer, tinged with playful teasing. You leaned in slightly, just enough to close the distance between you. “Well,” you murmured, your lips curling into a teasing smile, “if that’s the case, you might as well kiss me again. Just to make sure I’ve properly stopped talking, of course.” Elrond’s eyes sparkled with both amusement and warmth, and his smile widened as he leaned closer. His hand found yours once more, fingers threading with yours as he moved in. “Gladly,” he whispered, his voice warm, the words filled with both humor and something deeper, something more sincere. Without hesitation, his lips found yours again.

✶ This time, the kiss was different—more assured, more confident. The hesitation had melted away, replaced by a certainty that had been brewing for far too long. The kiss was slow and deliberate, deeper than before, carrying with it the weight of everything unspoken between you. It was a promise, a vow, one that echoed in the way his lips pressed firmly against yours, as though he never wanted to pull away. Your arms wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer as the kiss continued, lingering and full of meaning. The world outside seemed to disappear once more, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his kiss, a shared moment of connection and understanding.

✶ When the kiss finally broke, Elrond pulled back just enough to look at you, his breath soft against your lips. He smiled, a gentle and sincere expression that made your heart swell. “I think I could get used to this,” he said, his voice soft and full of warmth. You smiled back, your heart full of something unspoken, something deep. Your voice was teasing, but there was a warmth to it that matched his. “I think I could, too,” you replied. The bond between you had deepened in that kiss, forged in the lingering sweetness of the moment and sealed beneath the mistletoe. There was a promise in the air, a silent vow of more to come. And in that quiet, shared space, you both knew it was only the beginning.

Bonus - funny but romantic

✶ Elrond’s smile lingered on his lips as he gazed at you, the shared moment between you both settling in the air. The soft warmth of his touch still lingered on your skin, and the unspoken bond felt stronger than ever. He continued to hold your hand, his gaze full of tenderness, but there was an undeniable spark in his eyes—a glimmer of mischief, of something deeper. His fingers gently traced the back of your hand, as though he couldn’t quite bear to stop touching you. You were lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. The space between you felt electric, charged with the weight of everything unsaid, everything you both shared.

✶ You leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling with playful challenge, your voice soft yet filled with a teasing edge. “Well,” you murmured, lips curving into a smile, “another one?” Elrond’s breath caught, and before he could respond, you were already moving in, closing the distance between you once more. He didn’t resist this time. His lips met yours eagerly, but as the kiss deepened, you leaned in more, pushing gently against his chest, encouraging him to lean back. Elrond, caught off guard by your sudden shift in momentum, lost his balance and was pulled back in his chair, the both of you tumbling to the floor in a soft heap. For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled, laughter spilling from your lips as you found yourselves on the floor. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you close as the kiss continued. The world outside, the uncertainty, the quiet hum of reality—all of it faded as the warmth between you both deepened, just like before. Only this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back.

✶ Elrond looked up at you, still catching his breath, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips as he gazed at you with affection. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had planned," he murmured, his voice warm and playful, as his hand brushed a lock of hair from your face. You smiled down at him, your heart racing, but the lightness of the moment carried you both forward. "Maybe you should stop planning then," you teased, your eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. "I think I like this spontaneous side of you." He chuckled softly, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours again, this time with a renewed sense of certainty. As you melted into the kiss once more, neither of you could deny that this moment, however unexpected, was exactly where you both were meant to be.

#lord Elrond #Elrond #elrond of rivendell #Elrond x reader #lord elrond x reader #elrond peredhel x reader #elrond peredhel #elrond headcanons #Elrond simps #Elrond supremacy #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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pepi1989 · 4 months ago

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Hi love ur amazing 🫶 English isn’t my first language so I hope this makes sense. can you write a long story about Laver Cup where for the first time, a WTP player can join for a mixed doubles and a women’s match? And reader is the WTP tennis player on team Europe, with banter and mock rivalry between Team World since she’s close with them as friends but obviously being on opposing team means they have rivalry? And then both teams sitting on one sofa on the last day, Ben and reader getting very close together and flirting and the bench can picks up some of it and they both get asked separately on their team press conference?

Don't worry honey, your English is very good! Loved this idea, let's make it like they didn't make Ben play every doubles game lol

Rivals, or Something Like That - Ben Shelton

I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, watching Alcaraz and Zverev take on Team World. The match is intense, but it’s not what’s keeping my mind occupied. Across the court, in their red and black jackets, Ben and Frances are sitting on the Team World bench, loudly cheering for their teammates. And, of course, they’re throwing comments my way. Because why wouldn’t they? It’s Ben.

“[Y/N], you better be ready for a beatdown!” Ben’s voice echoes across the court, catching me completely off guard. He grins that grin, the grin while Frances chuckles beside him. I roll my eyes, trying to focus on the match, but honestly, all I can think about is what kind of beatdown he’s talking about. In tennis, obviously. Right?

I glance over at Grigor, who’s sitting next to me on the bench, and he just raises his eyebrows at me like he knows exactly what’s going through my head. “Don’t let him get in your head, [Y/N],” Grigor says with a smirk. I’m about to respond when Frances chimes in from across the court. “Don’t worry, [Y/N], we’ll go easy on you. We don’t want to make you cry.”

Oh, it’s like that?

“You two better focus on your team losing,” I shoot back, trying to hide my smirk. But Ben doesn’t let up. “We’ll see who’s crying when we’re done with you,” Ben calls, his voice all teasing but with this weird tension underneath it. It’s just banter, right? That’s what we always do. Except now, I can’t stop thinking about how Ben keeps looking over at me in between matches. And why is it that, every time he does, my stomach feels like it’s doing somersaults?

When the time finally comes for my match, I’m paired with Dimitrov against Ben and Frances. Of course it’s Ben. Because why wouldn’t it be? The whole thing feels weirdly set up, but I push those thoughts aside and focus. The first few rallies are tight, every point fought for. Ben’s powerful serves are no joke, but I’m managing to keep up. Still, every time I look across the net, I catch him looking at me, like we’re in some secret tennis duel only the two of us understand.

At one point, I miss a volley, barely, and Ben doesn’t let it slide. “Nice try, [Y/N],” he says with that smirk that’s becoming a little too familiar. “Need me to show you how it’s done?” Please. “Only if you want to lose faster,” I snap back, my heart racing, and not just because of the game.

But then Frances, being Frances, decides to make it even weirder. “Why don’t you two just get it over with already? You’ve been flirting all day.” I nearly choke on air. Excuse me? Ben just laughs, but the heat rushing to my face is undeniable. I shoot a glare at Frances, who is absolutely not helping. “Focus on the game, Frances,” I mumble, hoping no one else noticed. But, of course, everyone noticed.

After the match, we all end up backstage, completely exhausted. There’s this giant sofa that’s supposed to fit everyone, but honestly, it’s a miracle we’re not all on top of each other. And, because the universe has a sense of humor, I end up squished between Ben and Alcaraz. “Comfortable?” Ben asks, his voice a little too close for comfort as his leg presses up against mine. We’re basically sharing half the same cushion at this point, and I swear I can feel the warmth of his arm next to mine.

I don’t look at him, instead keeping my eyes on the ceiling, like that’s the most interesting thing in the world right now. “Oh yeah, super comfortable,” I deadpan, shifting slightly, but somehow, we end up even closer. The banter doesn’t stop, but now it’s all weirdly charged. I catch Ben’s grin out of the corner of my eye, and Frances, of course, just can’t let us be. “You two should really get your own sofa,” he mutters, not even bothering to hide his smirk.

I want to disappear. Is it that obvious? Ben just shrugs, leaning in a little more. “Hey, I’m not the one complaining.” At this point, Alcaraz and the rest of Team Europe are trying to stifle their laughter, but it’s no use. Everyone is in on the joke. Even Taylor Fritz from the other side of the room calls out, “Are you guys sure you’re on opposite teams? Because it doesn’t look like it.” “I’m about to switch teams if you keep this up,” I mutter under my breath, trying to ignore the fact that my face is probably bright red by now. Ben just smirks. “Don’t worry, [Y/N]. I’ve got room on Team World for you.”

What does that even mean?

The next day, we’ve won, and I’m sitting at the post-match press conference, trying to act like everything is normal. Except it’s not. Because the press? They’ve noticed everything. “So, [Y/N],” one journalist starts, and I can already tell this is going to be bad. “There’s been a lot of talk about your interactions with Ben Shelton during the tournament. Care to comment?”

I feel my face heat up, and my teammates are no help, stifling their laughter beside me. Dimitrov is the worst offender, elbowing me like he can’t wait to hear my answer. “We’re just friends,” I say, trying to play it off cool. But honestly, it sounds a lot less convincing than I wanted it to. The journalist presses on. “It seemed like there was a bit more than just friendly competition on that sofa yesterday.”

I hear someone, probably Zverev, laugh softly beside me. I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. “Look, we were just… you know, teammates… on opposing teams…” What am I even saying?

Meanwhile, across the room, Ben’s handling his own press conference, and of course, they’re asking him about the exact same thing. “Ben, there seemed to be some extra chemistry between you and [Y/N] during the tournament. Can you tell us what’s going on there?”

I’m watching from the screen backstage, my face burning as I wait for his answer. Ben just grins, leaning into the mic like this is the most natural question in the world. “Oh, we’re just having a little fun,” he says, clearly enjoying this way too much. “She’s a great competitor, no more than that.” But then he glances at the camera, and I swear he winks. “You’ll have to keep watching, though. Who knows what might happen next?”

#tennis x reader #ben shelton #ben shelton imagine #ben shelton x reader #tennis

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star-suh · 1 year ago

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🎃 Red Riding Hood 🎃

mark lee x male reader

cw: top mark, implied cruising, breeding, reader's first time, reader is dom-ish sometimes, some voyeurism, rimjob, blowjob.

an: this one is not so halloween-ish and i just took the general idea of the tale, thanks to @blehhhidk for the idea of this and other two fics 🥹🫶

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y/n a pretty boy who always wears a red cap was getting ready to visit his grandma, who was sick. "listen y/n your grandma is sick, so go the pharmacy and buy her some medicaments" says y/n's mom "and go straight to your grandma's house don't you stay out there doing nonsense" she slapped his head carefully. "ok mom" he just rolled his eyes and went to the pharmacy. in his way towards there he make eye contact with one of those 'bad boys' wearing dark clothes and smoking in the corner of a house "goodbye pretty boy" says the strange boy and y/n blushed "goodbye sexy boy" replied y/n without thinking, he felt embarrassed and walked faster meanwhile mark just laughed and decided to walk behind the cute guy. "where you going?" asked mark. "i'm going to my grandma's house. she is sick and need medicaments" replied y/n. "hmm i see… can i go with you? and make you company" asked mark to which y/n responds "sure".

between talk and talk mark discovers that y/n is a virgin and that he wanted to lose his virginity so he downloaded an app for that but it didn't work for him. "i can do you the favor. you only have to ask for it" smirked the guy while grabbing his big bulge, y/n just blushed "shut up i must get to my grandmother's quickly" he says. "where does she lives?" asked mark, "she lives in *******" replied the boy. "i know a shortcut, through the forest" commented mark, "you mean that forest? as in the forest that is near lord seonghwa's castle… that alleged vampire?" he whispered that last part while watching to all directions "yeah let's go" mark grabbed y/n by the hand and they run towards the forest.

they were walking until suddenly they hear moans and grunts, carefully they walked to see what was happening and there we are, two people fucking, one has pink hair and the other brown hair, in the forest, in plain sight. "fuck that's hot" says mark while a tent is forming on his pants and the same happening in y/n's. "i might accept your offer" says y/n to mark who looked at him surprised "let's go" it's the only thing mark said taking y/n with him.

now, in mark's house, more exactly his bed, was he eating y/n out, his tongue exploring y/n's insides while saliva was surrounding y/n's virginal entrance "so fucking good" moaned mark while y/n was biting the sheets holding back his moans. minutes later y/n's hole was already dilated to receive mark's thick piece of meat, but first y/n wanted to suck it and have it in his mouth. "suck it like it's a lollipop" mark says slapping his cock in y/n's mouth. the bottom obeyed and gave his everything to make mark feel good "yes just like that" whispered mark emitting a quiet moan. y/n was loving the burning feeling of mark stretching his virginal ass "i want more of this" begged y/n, "don't worry you would have this and more from now on" grunted mark while leaving his cock without moving it so that y/n would get used to the feeling.

minutes passed and y/n wanted more sex with mark, he's like a insatiable whore now, his cock bouncing while riding mark's "yes yes i love this" said the greedy bottom fucking himself hard on mark's rod "hold on, go… easy. y-you are being such a slut" growled the man feeling so satisfied by y/n's tight hole. now mark grabbed y/n's legs and pushed them back towards his torso and started to thrust hard "i'm gonna pump you full of my kids. until it's slipping down your hole for how full you are. you hear me?" mark asked and y/n just nodded "yes yes fuck me. fill me up" begged the little slut. y/n's was now riding mark with his back facing mark, he started to move his ass gently ass if he was massaging mark's cock "i'm gonna milk you dry markie" smirked the bottom "this cum is all for me" he moves front and back eager to get mark's seed inside him. hours have passed now, mark was impressed by how mich stamina y/n has and how slutty he turned out to be, the bed was wet for all the sweat and the windows were foggy, it looked like a sauna. "i'm gonna cum~" growled the top, he stilled his throbbing cock inside y/n's ass emptying all his balls while y/n did the same spilling his seed on mark's sheets both feel exhausted and they were gonna sleep together until a thought crossed y/n's mind "GRANDMAA!!!" he yelled and went quickly to get dressed and go to his grandma's house, "wait" screamed mark but it was too late y/n was already out of his house….

y/n was scolded by his mom and he promised he would never take another path to go to his grandma's house, but that's a lie... he would always take the forest shortcut to meet with mark and fuck there, returning to his home full of mark's milk that is like an everyday meal for him. "hey! red cap boy wanna ride" asked an smiling mark who was leaning on a tree and y/n just licked his lips "yeah"...

#mark lee x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct dream x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #male reader smut #nct x male reader #nct smut #smut

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year ago

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Sukuna, funny, "You seem really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?"🌶️please🫶

Oh man, idk why but I really struggled with this one! I think it's cause I always get in my head and worry that you guys won't vibe with my comedy?? I don't know. BUT in the end, I'm happy with the result!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, and a reader that just wants to know peace

Sukuna leaned back in the natural hot springs, closing his eyes and letting the warm water relax his sore muscles. He hated it here. The hot water made the oppressive, muggy summer air even more suffocating, and the open nature of the hot springs left him vulnerable to attack. But supposedly, emphasis on supposedly, the water had a healing property. It was supposed to mend his wounds, give him more energy, a longer life, amazing head, or some shit like that. This water was supposed to be God's gift to man according to the village's religious radicals, but so far the only thing it was giving Sukuna was heat stroke.

"Oh, I'm sorry My Lord, I didn't think you'd be here," a familiar voice said. Sukuna slowly opened his eyes and let a grin slip. Before him stood his favorite concubine. Maybe this spring could do good on one of its promises after all. "May I join you?" You asked.

"You may." Ryomen said, his eyes burning into you as you dropped your robe. Sukuna had seen your naked form countless times before, and every time excited him more than the last. You were beautiful, more breathtaking than any mere mortal had any right to be. And you were all his. Who wouldn't be excited about that? He watched your every movement like a hawk: the way you slowly lowered yourself into the water, how your chest puffed out when you went to stretch your shoulders, and the glimmer in your eye when you caught him staring.

"Enjoying the show?" You asked.

"Isn't that joke a little over done?" He asked back, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but giggle.

"Ok, fine then, be like that. I just won't banter with you anymore" you shrugged, playfully sticking your tongue out at him

"You should put that tongue back in your mouth before I give you something to do with it." Sukuna warned, raising an eyebrow to prove the point.

"I can't tell if that's a threat or an invention to be honest," you confessed, throwing his expression back at him. He shrugged in return.

"I'm waiting to find out which one it is myself." He admitted

"Well keep waiting." You scoffed, "I'm here to get clean, not harassed by a pervert."

"Why not do both?"

"Because I get enough of the latter at the temple I live at. The lord of the place is obsessed with me," you faux bragged, "every time he sees me he has to put his hands on me in some way, or his cock inside me."

"He sounds like a great guy." Sukuna grinned, "he has great taste in women, I bet he's smart too. And handsome and-"

"Deeply annoying." You cut him off before he could get too full of himself. "He's an arrogant bastard with zero control of his temper. Honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't killed me yet." To be fair, Sukuna was shocked he hadn't killed you yet too. He'd thought about it, countless times. Hell, he was thinking about it right now. But, something about you was too endearing to him for him to actually go through with the act.

“With a mouth like that, I’m shocked too. You must be a phenomenal lay.” In theory, that was Sukuna dolling out one of his rare compliments, though, the tone of voice had the edge of an insult to it. Not being really sure how to respond, you focused on your original goal: bathing and relaxing. You cupped your hands under the water, bringing it up and letting it flow over your head and limbs. You could feel scarlet eyes studying your body as you did so, watching the way spring trickled down the curves of your body. You looked over at the king of curses, and was positive that this is what a mouse felt like once an owl decided it was for dinner.

“You look thirsty!” You said, trying to take your nerve back, “Have you considered drinking any water?”

“No actually, I haven’t.” Sukuna said, swimming over to you. He brushed a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, sending cool shivers down your spine, “It’s a good idea though.”

“Thanks, I thought of it all by myself.” you beamed. He couldn’t help but smirk back as he took your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Did you now?” he hummed, “Well in that case, I have to try it.” He picked you up under the water and rested you on his hips, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. You already weighed next to nothing to him, but thanks to the water you might as well have been made of air. His lips found your collar bone. He ran his tongue up your neck, lapping up the water that was dripping down it.

Which…was quite frankly unsanitary as hell, and definitely not recommended. But I mean, He was a curse so, what did he have to fear from doing that? Dying? Hardly. And besides, the little sounds you made as he left his mark on you made it worth it. You felt his teeth dig into you, right where your jaw met your neck, and felt the subsequent bruise bloom there. You tangled your fingers into his fluffy pink hair, tugging softly as you happily accepted his affections. He moved the two of you to the edge of the water, and laid you down on the bank, spreading your legs nice and pretty for him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone, “ Sukuna noted, placing a villainously gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I mean, we're technically not alone now,” You reminded him, never having been one to hold your tongue, “Anyone could walk up on us at any moment.”

“Good.” Sukuna chuckled, “I hope they do.” Before you could say anything smart, Ryomen ran his tongue along your slit and to your clit, sucking sharply at the bundle of nerves. You yelped in response, both hands finding his hair again as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth sent electric ripples of pleasure through you, turning you into putty in his hands.

“Fu-fuck me..” You muttered softly, only for annoyance to fill you as he removed his head from in between your thighs.

“Really, that fast?” He asked, attempting to move up your body. Key word, attempting as you very quickly pushed him back down.

“Oh no, you’re not done down there yet.”

“But you said-!”

“Get to work!” you demanded. Ryomen rolled his eyes, trying to hide his chuckle as he resettled in between your legs. Any other woman would have been slaughtered for such disrespect, but you knew you were special; and you had no intention of using that power for good. Ryomen worked quicker this time, licking his initials into your clit while two of his long fingers slipped inside you, quickly finding your g-spot. Molten heat pooled in your stomach with every movement from him, building up into an inferno of bliss and desire.

“Fuck Ryo-!” You tried to warn him, but pleasure overtook you before you could, a volcano erupting inside of you spreading hellfire and ecstasy through every corner of your body. Your legs clamped down around Ryomens head, locking him in place. Not that he was complaining, he gladly ate you out though your climax, feeling the way your thighs trembled around his temples. You gushed into his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. Yea, he couldn't really breath super well, but that was fine with him. Really, what better way to die than in between the legs of a beautiful woman?

Before he could make peace with whatever higher power he was about to meet though, your legs went limp. Jagged breaths raked through your body, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You looked adorable like that, vulnerable and dazed from pleasure. He pulled you back into the water with him, bracing you on his hips.

“Feel good, slut?” He asked, already positioning you over his cock.

“So good..” You muttered, bracing yourself for what you knew was next, “You did a good job, like eight outta ten.”

“Well, you- wait, only eight?!” He was so genuinely offended by the number you had to laugh at him.

“That’s what I said,” You shrugged, “You’ve done better.”

“I’ll show you better,” He growled, lowering you into his thick cock. Your body tensed at the feeling, and the tight sound you let out was a little more than embarrassing. “Let's go for a perfect score this time.” He chuckled. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders as he nestled himself inside of you, stretching you to your very brink. No matter how many times you took Sukuna, it always felt like the first, and it always made you feel dizzy with pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, perfectly stroking your g-spot, “It’s almost like you were made to be my cocksleeve.” he set a punishing pace, using the water to help bounce you on him. It reawakened your previously fried nerves, making you feel alive with electricity. A coil started to quickly form in your stomach, your overly sensitive body treating every tingle it felt like an explosion. You moaned out his name. Or at least you were pretty sure you did. Honestly, your senses were kinda hazy right now, the only thing that felt real was the cock absolutely punishing your insides.

“You were a lot of talk before slut, what happened?” Sukuna mocked, “What happened? Nothing left to say.”

“Fuck you.” You moaned out.

“You are.” Sukuna noted. He could feel his own climax coming on fast. You were warm, and the way your cunt pulled him in made him feel feral. He had to do something quick, because he’d be damned if he came before you did. You screamed as you felt a warm tongue lap at your clit, the new stimulation sending you into overdrive. You looked down into the clear water to see he opened another mouth. It was an obscene display.

“Enjoying the show?” Sukuna laughed. You growled as you bit down on his neck, which only added fuel to his fire.

“You're gonna have to bite harder than that to leave a mark Y/n.” he said, punctuated with a particularly rough thrust. It sent you overboard, spiraling head first into bliss. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and your blood felt like it was made of smoke. You felt light as wave after wave of euphoria overtook you, pulling you under the sea of endorphins.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind. The clenching of your cunt coupled with the way your teeth sank into him brought him over, cumming deep inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs, drawing your pleasure out for every seconds he could. In the aftermath he leaned against the bank of the spring, holding you close to his chest while you regained the strength to walk back to the temple.

“So how was that?” Suluna asked, running his claws through your hair. You laughed a bit and nodded.

“Nine out of ten.”

“Nine?!”

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24hlevi · 10 months ago

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fluff prompt 1 "there it is, there's that smile." with shoko from jjk with a reader that's like kenshi Takahashi

ah thank you so much for requesting this! 🫶

how did you know i love kenshi?? i didnt know if you wanted reader to be blind like him or not so i didn't, sorry!

— SMILE

shoko ieiri (jujutsu kaisen) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("there it is, there's that smile") from my 2.5k event

warnings: post!shibuya arc

after the events of shibuya with gojo being sealed, nanami being killed, and many others being critically injured, it was difficult for shoko to get a break or even a simple moment to relax. that was, until you showed up in her little workplace.

you knocked on the wall a couple of times to show your presence, and shoko lightly jumped, turning around to see you standing there.

"hello, y/n," she said, and evident tiredness in her voice as she spoke.

"how are you doing?" you asked, walking towards her.

shoko shrugged. "as well as i can be for my friends dying or being sealed in one night."

you hummed, nodding your head and stopping in front of her. "be honest with me, ieiri."

she let out a short sigh. "let's go outside, i don't think i can stay in here any longer."

"okay," you nodded again, following her outside.

as soon as you two reached the fresh air outside, shoko pulled out a cigarette and lighter, lighting it and immediately taking a drag from it.

"i thought you quit," you said.

"old habits die hard," she responded, taking another drag from it. "you should understand that."

"i do," you nodded, leaning against the railing. "i apologize for not being able to see you much during all of this happening. it's been rough on all of us but, technically we're the last two standing excluding yaga."

shoko hummed with a nod, tapping the cigarette to ash it over the railing. "i mean, there's still him," she said.

you knew who she was speaking of. geto, of course. but, you had a feeling he wasn't the same as he was when you all were students. he didn't seem to be the same guy you knew back then. "i guess you're right," you said. "but, he's not the same."

"i know," shoko sighed, resting her head on the palm of her unoccupied hand. "i don't know what to do anymore. i was barely able to help maki, but everyone else is..." her voice trailed off as she looked at the ground.

"hey," you placed a hand on her shoulder. "you're doing the most you can. none of us expected it to go this way. but, you need to take a break. you're going to overwork yourself and it will be detrimental to you."

"i'll be alright," shoko replied, taking a drag from the cigarette and ashing it again. "it's nothing new at this point."

you were silent for a moment before looking down at her. "how about we go out to eat tonight? just the two of us," you suggested.

"what?" she finally looked up at you, her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"c'mon, you need a break, ieiri. let me take you out to dinner," you smile a small smile at her.

"are you really asking me out right now?" she asked, ashing the cigarette one last time and tossing it over the railing.

"would that be a bad thing?" you retorted, your smile growing. "you can always say no, it won't hurt my feelings."

"as long as you pay, i'd really like to go," she answered, a smile forming on her face.

"there it is, there's that smile," you say, smiling down at her.

"shut up," she gently shoved you.

"don't be like that, ieiri," you chuckled lightly. "i will gladly pay for whatever you want."

"even more sanity?" shoko joked.

"even more sanity," you nodded. "lord knows we all need some more of that."

"you're lucky you're cute," she mumbled, shaking her head.

"so then you'll let me pick you up around eight?" you asked hopefully.

"sure," shoko nodded. "a minute late and i'm not going, though."

"oh my, so scary," you put your hand on your chest in fake fear. "i won't be late though, don't worry."

"you better not be."

#2500 follower event #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri x reader #shoko x reader #shoko imagine #shoko scenarios #request

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hunieday · 2 years ago

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Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Momo:

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki:

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo:

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo:

#i7 #idolish7 #ainana #idolish7 translation #id7 #re:vale #momose sunohara #orikasa yukito #idol star #rabbitchat

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ghostfanwriter · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

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🧰 Pairing: Joel Miller x Virgin!Reader

💖 Setting: Lincoln. Bill, Frank and Joel are all the age they are when they're having lunch in ep03, don't ask me the timeline, just pretend they're still that young in 2023.

🧰 Synopsys: Bill and Joel have an unexpected encounter while outside Lincoln, and Joel sees you under Bill's gaze for the first time.

💖 Word count: 6.5k

🧰 Author's note: It's insane how long this series is taking me, but I'm really, really happy to know that some of you still love it. It means a lot and I love you all so much 🩷 🫶🏻

Joel wouldn't be honest if he said he was looking forward to this. Not only because Bill is a very closed man — they both were — but also because he felt like Bill somehow knew what he's done. Like he could hear Joel's thoughts and watch his memories.

And he couldn't stop thinking about you as they drove away from Lincoln. He couldn't not think about you, about how he kissed you, how he touched you, his growing feelings for you. The more he tried not to think about you, the more you took over him.

"You said you've let everything where you've found them, right? Are the stores near one another?" Bill breaks the deafening silence.

Joel almost sighs in relief. Any conversation would be better than thinking about you when he was certain that your dad could read his mind.

"Yeah." Joel cleans his throat. "The stores are near one another. I didn't wanna leave everything together and have someone come by and see it." He says and Bill looks at him. "You never know. A lot of the things I've found need electricity and fuel. If someone saw them they'd wait for whoever wanted them. Whoever could use them." He adds, and your dad nods.

"That's better, yeah." Bill agrees.

They go silent for a while, and Joel's tiredness allows him to not think about you as he looks out the window.

"Did you talk to Tess?" Bill asks and Joel breathes deeply, taking a while to respond.

Silence would be better.

"I did. She called on the radio the other day." He sighs, readjusting himself on his seat. "She doesn't think about leaving the QZ." He adds when Bill doesn't say anything else.

Bill grunts in response, confusing himself with how disappointed the news got him.

He never before thought about having other people in Lincoln, but as him and Frank age, he started worrying about leaving you all by yourself.

Especially because he knows how much happier you two got after Frank arrived, how miserable he would've been if he had never found you. He doesn't want you to experience loneliness.

"But she said she'd keep the deal if I wanted to stay." Joel says, and Bill frowns.

"And you'd stay without her?" He asks, confused.

"Unless you have a problem with that." Joel shrugs, his tone unreadable but not confrontational.

"Aren't you two a couple?" Your dad asks, confused.

Maybe that's the first truth Joel owes Bill.

"We aren't... Together anymore." Joel sighs, and Bill looks at him. "We haven't been for a few years now."

"I didn't know that." Bill says, his posture tensing as he thinks about how close you and Joel seemed the last few days.

It's not like they were trying to hide it. Tess told you when you met that she and Joel were just friends. But Bill's guard was so high that day that he forgot about the details about their relationship.

"We're just business partners now." He says.

"Do you think about staying without her?" Your dad insists, and Joel moves his neck, as if trying to crack it, to release some of the tension this conversation is bringing him.

"I'm thinking about it." Joel admits.

"Alright." Bill says, looking uncomfortable.

"Is the offer still up without Tess?" Joel insists, his tone still unreadable, but calm.

Bill shakes his head. "I don't know." He says, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "I thought you were with Tess, and... With my daughter at home..."

"I know." Joel agrees. He knows.

He knows the feeling of never trusting anyone enough to let them alone with his daughter.

And he feels like he broke Bill's trust, like he did the one thing he couldn't.

And he feels bad, he feels like curling into a ball, like telling Bill the truth so he punches him until he forgets what he's done with you. Because that's what he'd do to the man that dared to touch his Sarah.

After a few seconds your dad sighs. "I'm sorry but this changes everything. I thought you two would stay, stay with her after Frank and I—" he cuts himself when his voice starts cracking.

"No, it's okay. I get it." Joel says, and Bill looks at him.

"I'm not saying you can't stay. I just... I need to think about it first. Need to talk to her and Frank, see how they feel about it." Bill says honestly, his mind racing as he tries to follow Frank's request to be nicer to Joel.

"Sure." Joel nods, looking out the window and commiting to silence until they get to their destination.

...

No long after, they see the stores in the distance, the streets around them dirty, empty and quiet, a sense of uneasiness on the air, the certainty that danger hides in the shadows.

"We should continue by feet. At least if something happens we don't lose the truck." Joel suggests, and Bill nods, slowing the car, looking for a place to hide it.

They leave the truck and walk silently until the first store.

"I left this here." Joel says, touching a red wooden panel that's partially blocking the main door, a subtle mark perfectly aligned from the door to the panel. "To see if anyone would touch it." He adds, and Bill looks at him. "No one did." He finishes, and they walk in.

"What's in this one?" Bill asks, looking around, his rifle in hand, and Joel takes a note out of his back pocket, reading him the list he's made.

They take everything out of the stores, working together and fast so they can get out of there as quickly as possible.

When there's just one store left, Joel goes to it while Bill brings the truck closer to where they've placed everything.

...

Bill's struggling to place some heavy tools on the back of his truck when a gunshot near him makes him jump. He draws his gun and turns around, almost stepping on a dead stalker's body that's unexpectedly close to him and the truck.

He looks in the stores direction, his heart racing. He finds Joel holding his shotgun, a simultaneously worried and relieved expression in his face as his shoulders fall back down.

An infected, mere inches away from him. And he didn't notice it, he didn't even hear it. If Joel weren't there with him, looking at him... he could be dead right now. He would be dead right now.

It numbs him for a while. He leans on the truck, catching his breath and trying to calm himself.

Joel comes close and touches his shoulder firmly.

"Are you ok?" He asks, and your dad nods, his eyes wide and scared as he looks at Joel. "Did it touch you?" Joel asks, looking at Bill's arms.

"No." Your dad responds shaking his head, his voice weak. He clears his throat before continuing. "No, it didn't. You shot it before it got too close." He says nodding, his tone grateful.

"Yeah, but I almost didn't." Joel says in a warning tone. "I shot it as soon as I turned to look at you. Didn't you hear it coming close to you?" Joel asks, a clear worry in his eyes.

"Thank you." Your father says dryly, more like he's asking Joel to drop it than actually thanking him.

Joel nods, respecting Bill and giving him space, taking a step back and pulling the infected body away from the truck so they can keep packing up.

...

They finish what they had to do in silence, Bill always looking behind his shoulders and Joel always checking on him.

Seeing how startled ana scared Bill still was, Joel insisted on driving them back home, and so they did in silence, both with their heads full of worries, all of them related to you.

They arrive and park the truck in front of the garage, unloading the truck. Not a word spoken about what happened.

"Hey, boys!' Frank enthusiastically greets the two tired men, and Joel turns instantly, expecting to see you. But he turns back around as soon as he sees that Frank's by himself, offering him a small smile.

"Hey." They say together, and Frank tilts his head at how weird them both seem.

"Is everything alright? You've found everything, did something happen?" He asks, and Bill looks at Joel, who's focused on unloading the truck and not getting in between them.

If Bill doesn't say anything about what happened, he won't either.

"Yeah, alright." Bill dismisses Frank, putting on a smile to mask any tension. "We've brought your paint! We can start working on the houses, the boutique!" He says, and Frank finds his sudden enthusiasm in renovating the facades suspicious.

"Joel?" Frank calls, looking past Bill, and Joel closes his eyes, taking a subtle deep breath before turning around.

"Frank." He nods.

"What the fuck happened?" He asks. "I thought you two would arrive at least happy that you came back home safe, happy to have found everything you were looking for." He says, frustrated.

"We are." Joel says. "But it's not like going shopping. You see things you didn't wanna see, you're tense and worried all the time." He says, not giving space for further questioning, and Frank lowers his guard, looking almost embarrassed by his impatience.

"Ugh, you're right, I'm sorry. My head's full, I'm..." He looks at Joel and cuts himself, turning to Bill, touching his arm. " Sorry, love, why don't we go inside, we can unload the truck later." He tells Bill, who nods and turns to Joel, an appreciative look in his eyes.

"Leave it, Joel. Go get some rest, we'll do this later. I'm gonna take a shower, you should do the same." He says, and Joel follows them inside the house.

You've finished washing the underwear Joel's brought you. He told you to wash them thoroughly, and so you did, carefully washing each piece, looking at them, imagining what you'd look like with them on.

The thought of wearing such revealing pieces, of being so exposed to him — all while he'd probably still be fully clothed — makes you feel your insides warm up.

You run two fingers through your folds and moan at how wet you are. At how wet just thinking about him got you. You run circles around your clit, slow, light and controlled at first, then deeper and stronger as you get closer — just like he taught you.

But your arm gets tired before you get anywhere, and you moan in frustration.

So you remove the small shower head from it's hose and partially block the water flow, directing the pressured water to your clit, moaning with the sensation. And your mind goes right back to Joel.

His broad back, his warm chest, his rough hands running up and down your sides. The soft skin of his cock pressing against your clit, the praisings he whispered on your ears while he touched you.

How softly and gently he talked to you while making you cum, how good and overwhelming it feels to experience pleasure with someone else.

To experience pleasure with him.

You're holding back your moans as well as you can when you hear footsteps coming closer to your bathroom door, and you freeze, your heart slamming against your chest.

"Baby?" You hear Joel's soft voice calling, and your fingers instantly return their needy circles.

"Joel..." You moan in response, seeing his shadow under the door. He starts moving the doorknob, but suddenly rushes away from the door.

You imagine him walking in, the face he would've made when he saw you like this, how wet you are for him, how ready you are for him, how much you want him inside you, how he could just do it right there...

How tired he probably is, how much you just want to make him feel better and appreciated for everything he's doing for all of you, how you just want him inside your mouth...

You cum, his name choked on your throat as your legs stiffen, your walls convulsing desperately around nothing, and you do your best to not scream nor fall down on the slippery floor.

...

As he goes up stairs to his bedroom, he stops before your bedroom door. No sounds from your dads. He goes into your bedroom, following the steam coming from your bathroom. He stops right in front of the door, your low hums and moans making him close his eyes.

It brings him back to that other night, feeling you underneath his body, your skin so soft and warm, the citric and flowery smell of your neck, the way your hands are still learning how to behave, where to touch him, how to scratch his skin, how to run your fingers through his hair, how your tongue is still learning to explore his mouth, how goddamn curious and eager you are to learn how to share intimacy with him. How responsive you are to his touches.

"Baby?" He softly calls you, his brain painting the torturous and irresistible picture of what you're doing in there.

"Joel..." You moan back, and the sound makes him grunt under his breath, turning the doorknob.

But before he opens the door, he hears a squeak coming from the stairs, and rushes out of your bedroom, closing the door and quickly making his way down the hallway to his own bedroom.

"Joel?" Bill calls as soon as Joel reaches his bedroom door, his heart is beating so fast he's certain your dad can hear it.

"Hey." He responds, turning around and trying to hide his heavy breathing.

"What happened today... We're gonna keep it down. They don't need to know." Bill says. "Ever." He emphasizes.

"They won't hear it from me." Joel agrees, and Bill awkwardly stands there, like he's gathering the courage to speak.

"And I'm sorry I said you weren't invited to move in by yourself. You are. Not just because you saved me... but because I'm getting old. I didn't even hear the damn thing coming near me." He says in a hushed whisper, his voice getting caught in his throat. "They can't even dream that it happened. And I need someone to look after them when I can't anymore. Someone to look after her." He says firmly.

"I think you've taught her enough to handle herself." Joel reassures him.

"She's never been in real danger, Joel." Your dad chuckles. "She's a good hunter, a good shooter, she's good in body combat. She helped me take those raiders down, but she doesn't know how this world works." Bill sighs, letting his worries out for the first time.

"To be fair, no one knows." Joel shrugs, seeing the worry and protectiveness in Bill's eyes. "And she's not a child, Bill. You've taught her enough for her to look after herself." Joel insists, trying to ease some of your dad's distress.

"She's safe as long as she's in here, Joel." Bill sighs. "But I'd like to know that there's someone here with her. Someone I know can keep her safe. And after today... I know you can." He says, his heart swelling just to imagine you being all alone. "She looks like an adult but... She's just a child, Joel. She only knows me and Frank, life inside these fences..." Bill says, and Joel's heart sinks.

For the first time he's talking to your dad about you, and for the first time he's seeing you under Bill's light. He's seeing you as a secluded, inexperienced and naive twenty three year old girl who never had the chance to mature normally, who fell for the first unknown man she ever saw.

The realization sours his expression, it makes him not trust himself, not wanna stay, it makes him wish Bill got upstairs quicker and caught him in your bedroom. It makes him feel sick to remember the things he's done to you, how at the time it felt like intimacy and love, when in reality he should've taken things much... much slower with you.

When his mind goes to Sarah his eyes start to well up, and he's unable to respond to your dad, who silently watches his inner turmoil.

"I don't want you to feel like you owe me this, Joel. You don't. You could have just let me die back there and come back here with a tragic story to tell them. I'm the one in debt with you, but I'm willing to trust you to take care of things, if you choose to stay. I'll talk to her and Frank. You already have my yes." Your dad finishes, sinking Joel further into his misery.

"Thank you, I'll think about what you said." Joel manages to say, nodding and turning back to his bedroom. "Oh." His voice breaks when he turns back to your dad. "The guns are downstairs, on the dinner table." He says, not able to look Bill in the eyes.

"Oh yeah, sure, hum... thank you. But I was thinking you could keep them? At least until tomorrow." He says.

"Why?" Joel asks, his eyes meeting Bill's.

"Well, the last time I went hunting was before you arrived, and there's not a lot left for all of us. So I was thinking we could go hunting tomorrow morning." Bill invites him, the shyest smile appearing on his face. "I mean, I know you got an hell of an aim." He chuckles softly.

"Yeah, sure." Joel agrees, ready to help. "We'll go." He offers your dad a faint smile before going into his bedroom.

He goes to his bathroom, removing his clothes while he thinks about your dad's proposal.

This is what he wanted. To stay. To stay with you. He doesn't see it as a burden, no. He has Bill's green light to move in, to be part of your life. But he knows he only has it because your dad doesn't know about anything.

The fact that he invited him to move in just proves how oblivious Bill is to everything that's happened between you two. How well you kept it a secret, after all.

But he also knows that it only has to be a secret because he moved too fast. Because he couldn't battle his own desires, and now he can't tell your dad the truth without breaking his trust completely.

He turns on the shower, hoping the warm water will help clear his mind.

When you're done showering you hang your new lingerie around your bathroom and lock the door, knowing it's the only room in the house your dad doesn't have the key to.

You go downstairs to Frank's studio, where he's using the last few minutes of sunlight to work on the base for Sarah's painting.

"It looks amazing already." You smile, kissing the top of his head.

You sit outside his studio, taking the guitar, and you notice him looking at you with a smile.

You start playing the guitar, confidently touching the strings when you see Joel walking in, his hair slicked back, it's wetness shinning under the sunset light.

He sits besides you and starts laughing softly.

"What?" You laugh back. "Is it too horrible?"

"No — laughs — no, baby, it's not." He says, barely holding his smile, even after letting the nickname slip. "It's just a bit... out of tune." He says softly, choking back his laughter.

"Oh, THANK GOD!" Frank playfully yells.

"Dad!" You yell back, laughing, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Oh, my dove, I'm so sorry, but it was a tough afternoon." He says laughing, and Joel looks back at you, his eyes scrunching with his smile.

"Can I?" Joel asks softly, asking for the guitar.

"Well, yeah, I guess. Or my dad might throw himself into the fence or a trap." You playfully pretend to be sad.

"Uh! I never said that out loud!" Frank gasps, defending himself, sounding overly offended, and you shoot him a playfully angry look.

You hand Joel the guitar, and he starts adjusting the things at the top of it while you curiously watch it over his shoulder.

"This is where you tune it." He says, quickly taking his eyes off the instrument and looking back at you, your faces accidentally almost touching.

"And how do I know it's good enough?" You ask, pulling back a bit.

"When it's not sounding like that anymore." Frank says, his voice cut by his own laughter.

"DAaAD!" You yell again, laughing, feeling your cheeks in fire.

"Frank leave her alone!" Bill says when he passes by, sounding like a dad scolding his child for messing with their sibling.

"You don't even know what's going on!" Frank protests.

"Well, I know you're bothering her." Bill says, giving you a gentle kiss at the top of your head before leaving, his smile clear in his voice.

"I'm sorry, love, I'll stop." Frank tells you, getting up and coming to kiss the top of your head too before following Bill. "I always knew she was your favorite." He playfully tells Bill.

"You'll get the hang of it with time." Joel says, gaining back your attention after your parents disappear. "But also... It won't sound as bad as it did just now." He laughs, and you playfully kick his leg.

"Stop it." You laugh, looking at the small book he got you, searching for the part about getting the guitar ready.

He finishes adjusting it and starts playing a slow and mellow melody, and you recognize it as the one of the songs you played on the piano the first night he's spent with you.

"You already knew it?" You ask, looking at him with a smile.

"It keeps playing in my mind. Everytime I think about that night." He whispers with an even softer smile, and you shy away from his eyes. "Did we ever... Cross a line, you think?" He asks softly, his gaze falling, and you look back at him, frowning.

"Why?" You ask, confused.

"Do you think?" He insists, his tone serious.

"No. We only did what we both wanted to do. No lines to be crossed." You reassure him confidently.

"You promise you'll say if we ever do?" He asks, his eyes reddening.

"I promise." You respond with an empathetic smile. "But I know you won't ever make me feel bad." You whisper tenderly next to his ear, touching your cheek to his shoulder.

"Thank you." He smiles at you, pressing his head tenderly against yours. "I wanna show you a song." He says, changing the chords he's playing on the guitar.

An even mellower and softer melody occupies the room, his fingers skillfully working through the chords. He closes his eyes and you see a tear falling down his cheek.

You gently wipe it away. "What's so special about this one?" You whisper softly.

"I used to play it for Sarah." He says, his eyes still closed. "She loved it... She was almost learning it when..." He stops himself, his voice breaking, and you caress his back.

"It's ok." You whisper. "It's ok if you want to cry about it, I'm here with you." You say softly, and he looks at you, his eyes wet and a faint but honest smile in his lips.

He continues playing the melody, and you quietly start humming it. "She also liked to hum along with it... She said it helped her memorize the chords." He says, looking down at you, his smile slightly wider.

You stop humming instantly, your eyes wide. "I'm sorry... I... I didn't know." You say, feeling bad for invading their memory.

"No, it's fine. She'd love to sing along to it with you." He says, his voice lower and deeper, emotion dripping from it.

You smile. "Thank you, I know we'd have a lot of fun together. The three of us." You say, your eyes locked on his, and they water even more at your words.

"We would." He smiles softly. "She'd love you." He says, his voice shaking with the thought of having you and Sarah by his side. Of experiencing all those loves at the same time, the paternal love he has for her and the romantic, passionate love he feels for you.

You take your camera, standing in front of him and taking a picture of him playing the guitar.

"Stop that." He chuckles.

"But you look so good playing it." You playfully defend yourself, looking at the photo and smiling.

"You know, there's one thing your dad never got you, and it shows." He says, and you tilt your head. "Glasses." He laughs.

"Oh, yeah, so I could see your beauty even better." You smile, sitting back by his side, scooting closer to him and turning the camera to the two of you. "C'mon, say cheese." You smile widely, taking the picture.

Your face softens when you see the photo: You're with your wide and typical smile, and Joel's looking adoringly down at you, his eyes scrunched and a silly smile on his lips.

You look up at him, hoping he can see in your eyes all of the things you're still not sure you can tell him. Hoping he can read and understand all the feelings you're still learning how to feel, all the new and overwhelming sensations he's bringing into your life.

And he hopes you can see the little beam of light your presence brings to him. How you're the only one that got close to making him feel happy again.

The only one that makes him believe that he can genuinely feel happy and fulfilled again.

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Not long after he followed Bill, Frank calls the two of you to have dinner, and you sit across from each other at the table.

You all eat while talking about all the renovations you're gonna do on the facades, on your house. It feels good to see your dads excited again, to see the smile on Joel's face.

And you think to yourself that this is what life should feel like. This is what it will feel like, after you and Joel talk to your dad and he lets Joel stay.

This.

The happy and satisfied smiles of your parents, Joel's feet caressing yours under the table. Soon Joel shamelessly displaying his affection to you.

You're meant to feel all these loves, from your parents and your lover. And hopefully you're on the right way to have them.

After dinner you say goodnight to your parents and discreetly call Joel to your bedroom.

"Baby?" He calls you a few minutes later, after locking the door, confused by not seeing you in your bed. You open your bathroom door, wearing a lingerie set he got you and a thin, silky robe that hugs your body perfectly.

"Hi, Joel." You smile, walking towards him, feeling confident and womanly in the outfit, especially with the way his eyes are roaming around your figure, his chest raising and falling heavily.

But when you reach him he looks at your face and his eyebrows glue together.

"Baby... Take this off." He says, his voice low and husky. And you undo the robe's tie, but he holds your hand. "No, baby... Get changed. In the bathroom. Put your pajamas on." He says, kissing your forehead and going to sit on your bed.

"Ok." You agree, confused, going to your bathroom and putting your pajamas on. A set with a t-shirt and pants.

You get changed and come back to bed, sitting by his side. "You didn't like it?" You ask, feeling insecure after his reaction.

"No! No, baby, it's not that, I... I loved it, you looked beautiful." He smiles weakly at you. And you notice a glint in his eyes that's only ever there when you talk about Sarah.

"Are you alright?" You whisper, scooting closer to him, your hand going to his lower back.

He nods.

"Have you tried any of the clothes I brought you?" He changes the subject, turning a little so he's almost facing you and tenderly pulling your hair behind your ear.

"Not yet. They're still wet." You say, gently brushing away some food crumbs from his shirt, making his heart soften a bit because of how tender and small the gesture is.

This is what he loves about you. Your small and caring gestures that remind him that you're there, that you care for him. Like how you always softly pinch his arm or his side whenever you walk past him.

Reminding him he has you now.

"Did you like the new clothes?" He smiles, cupping your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"Uhum. I loved them." You smile sweetly, leaning into his hand and closing your eyes and just feeling his touch for a few seconds. "Joel?" You whisper, your eyes still closed.

"Hmm?" He responds gently, his soft gaze locked on your face.

"Can we lay down a bit?" You ask, feeling your cheeks warm up under his touch, and you find a silly smile on his lips when you open your eyes.

"Alright." He agrees softly. "Just for a bit. I gotta wake up early tomorrow." He says before kicking his boots away and laying on your bed. You crawl on top of him, laying on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

You two just lay together for a few minutes, allowing your breathings to sync and enjoying each other's warmth, all of your hands busy tenderly caressing each other's skin.

You love this. You love having someone to hold, someone to hold you. You used to always snuggle with your dads, but eventually you'd all go to bed and you'd stay alone, somehow never feeling warm even with layers and layers of blankets suffocating you. You love having Joel like this.

And Joel loves it too. To have someone to silently share this much with, to feel this comfortable and this vulnerable with. Someone to look after, to protect, to make him feel like he's not just waiting for time to pass, but that he has a reason to continue. A reason to leave the QZ, a reason to try again and do things right, to talk to your dad the next morning, explain to him that he has feelings for you, but that he wants him to know it all before moving forward, before accepting to move in. Before touching you again.

A reason to try and make it work, even though his chances are almost nonexistent.

"What are you gonna do tomorrow morning?" You curiously ask.

"Huh?" He asks, furrowing his brows.

"You said you can't stay for too long because you gotta wake up early." You explain, playing mindlessly with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Oh, yeah. Your dad called me to go hunting tomorrow morning." He says, a small smile on his lips.

"Really?" You ask. Your dad takes hunting very seriously, and he'd never take someone he doesn't trust with him.

"Uhum." He says. "At first light."

"How can you always wake up in time? I can never do it, he always has to wake me up when we go hunting." You say, and he pulls your hair away from the side of your face, gently caressing it and your scalp.

"You get used to it eventually. And I never sleep well anyway, so I'm always just half asleep. The sun comes in and it wakes me up." He explains.

"Well, but you used to always be late." You almost giggle and he looks down at you, frowning. "You got a watch for your birthday." You explain, smiling, and he looks at it.

"Yeah." He chuckles. "I actually already had it, Sarah just fixed it for me." He smiles. "I was always home later than I said I'd be." He says, his smile souring. "I... I'd never spend enough time with her, I'd always leave the house early with her, when she went to school, and come back much later than her." He says.

"But you were working, weren't you?" You ask, confused by his guilty tone.

"I was." He says. "But... It's ok, I don't wanna talk about it." He smiles softly.

"Are you sure? It feels like you never talk about her." You say gently, trying not to push his boundaries.

"Talking ain't gonna bring her back, baby. It's just gonna remind me of everything I did wrong to her." He says, a hint of bitterness and shame in his voice.

"Don't you wanna talk about all the good things you did to her?" You suggest, noticing how much he has bottled up about his life before the outbreak. About how much he seems to focus on what he did wrong, what he lost.

"The only good things I did for her was love her like I've never loved anyone before and provide for her." He says. "And not even the providing part I did right."

"What do you mean?" You ask, looking up at him, your stomach touching his as you gently caress his hair, your chin resting on his chest.

"She asked me for two things on my birthday. Three actually. Pancakes for breakfast, and I forgot to buy the pancake mix. A cake, and I forgot to buy it. And for me to come home early, and work kept me busy until late." He says, his eyes focused on the roof. "Those were the three last things she ever asked me for, and I didn't do any of them." You see his eyes glisten.

"But you didn't do any of them on purpose. And you didn't know it was your last day with her." You comfort him. "And if you think about it... You were protecting her in a way." You say, and he looks down at you, puzzled. "The fungus got spread through flour and sugar, didn't it? The pancake mix and the cake could've been contaminated." You say, and he frowns, looking back up.

Then he chuckles, his eyes welling up.

"I've never looked at it that way." He says, and you smile, believing that he's happy with the new perspective. "I was better at protecting her by accident than when I actually needed to." He says, a single tear falling from his eye.

"Why?" You whisper, your smile melting, and he frowns, all the thoughts, guilt and shame he's felt all day bubbling up along with the all the feelings he carries from Sarah's death.

"I... I couldn't move, I... I shouldn't have..." He starts, tears starting to flow down his cheeks, his chest moving frantically with his crying, his body shaking, his eyes wide and fixated on a single spot on the ceiling. "I told him... I... But she wasn't infected." He stutters between heavy breaths.

You get off him, lying sideways by his side and pulling his head to your chest, hugging him.

"Hey... Let's take it slow... Don't do this to yourself." You say softly, trying to soothe him, running your hands through his hair and caressing his back.

He snuggles close to you, his head pressed against your chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you, like he's found the comfort he so desperately needed.

You stay silent until his breathing steadies, shushing and tenderly keeping him tightly into your arms.

"She..." He starts after a few minutes. "She hurt her ankle when we were running away from an infected. I... I told the guard she was hurt, but not infected. She wasn't infected." He says, drenching your pajamas shirt, and your own eyes start watering. "I shouldn't have said she was hurt... I... The way I was holding her, I was almost using her a shield." He says, his voice barely intelligible as his grip on you tightens almost painfully.

"But you weren't doing it on purpose, Joel. You'd never do that." You reassure him, seeing the guilt and shame he feels from it.

"I was better at getting her killed than at killing myself." He cries, and you caress his hair, noticing the scar on his forehead.

"I'm so sorry, Joel." You really are. It hurts to imagine how much he's suffered. The scar you're caressing in his forehead proof of just how much.

"I don't want you to feel sorry for me, angel." He says, almost bitterly, and you brush it off, knowing this is a complex topic for him.

"Joel... — deep breath — I don't understand all the feelings I feel for you yet. A lot of them are still so new to me." You say. "But I feel so much for you. And I am sorry for you. You didn't deserve to go through any of this." You say, gently but firmly, making it clear to him that you're not gonna let him push you away.

And there goes his walls again.

The walls he built so fast and spent so long fortifying, the walls you somehow crumble so easily, so effortlessly. He still doesn't understand it; how you can do it every time, how easily you can make him open up to you.

How he, that's so used to provide and protect everyone, also has the need to feel protected, to feel safe in someone's arms. In your arms.

"She was lucky to have you." You reassure him softly, caressing his hair, looking into his vulnerable and big brown eyes.

"No, she wasn't." He says, looking away from you, burying his face on your chest shamefully.

"She was." You insist.

"I couldn't even protect her... How could she be lucky?" He almost snarls, his tone new to you, making you flinch, his eyes cold and blank all over again.

Breath, take it slow, it's not personal. He's just not used to talk about this.

"She had you, and now I have you too, and I'm lucky to have you." You say, trying to keep your tone soft and gentle.

"You're not lucky to have me, baby." He says, his crying becoming more heartfelt, more intense.

"Of course I am, Joel... You make me feel special, and good. In a way I've never felt before. My dads love me, but they're supposed to. Not you. You decided to love me. You didn't have to." You smile down at him, tenderly wiping his tears away while a few of your own stream down your cheeks.

"No, baby, no." He says, shaking his head. "You're... I should never have done any of the things I did to you." He cries, his tone shameful and apologetic.

"What do you mean?" You ask, trying not to get hurt by the regret in his words.

"Baby you're... You're a kid... I shouldn't have even looked at you the way I did." He says. "You're younger than Sarah would be today—" His crying cuts his words.

"No, Joel, no.... don't do this to me, please." You cry, for the first time being affected by his words. "You're the first person I've ever met that treated me like an adult. I don't want you to talk to me like I'm a child." You say, begging him to see you as a woman, not as a sheltered and defenseless girl.

"I should have taken it slow... I shouldn't have lied to your parents, I... I can't even look at Bill. I feel like I've crossed the one line I couldn't." He says.

"Joel, if it depended on my dad I'd never do anything. I wouldn't even leave this house! He gets worried when I go to the crops by myself, and I never leave these fences." You say. "You never did anything I didn't want you to do." You reassure him.

"But what if you don't know what you want, baby?" He asks, hugging you tighter. "What if you only see me the way you do because I was the first man to walk through those gates?" He asks you, letting his fears and guilt take over.

"Joel, you make me happy... You make me happy in a way I haven't felt in a long time." I cry. "My life was just do my chores, cook and... And nothing else. You make me want to do more, you make me want to take care of you, to get out of my bed. You're good for me." You say. "I've never felt this way." You say, honesty coating your words.

"And you make me feel in a way I thought I'd never feel again, baby. You make me feel like I'm not just waiting for my time to come... Like I have a purpose again. I wanna keep you happy, safe, taken care of." He smiles, squeezing you even tighter. "I wanna go out and look for the things you want, I wanna hunt so I know you're well fed, I wanna hold you at night so I know you've slept well..." He says, his eyes once again soft and warm, a vulnerability you've never seen in them before.

"I want you to stay here, Joel. With me." You whisper, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"You know I can't sleep here, baby." He smiles gently.

"No... I don't mean just right now. I mean... Stay here with me." You say. "I know it's selfish, but I want you to stay." You cry.

"Baby..." He says, unsure if he should tell you about the conversation he had with your dad.

"I know... I know. Just stay here right now, for a little bit more." You not wanting to think about the day he has to go back to the QZ.

He smiles, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

"Of course, baby. I'll stay for a bit." He says, snuggling against your chest, and you caress his hair, soothing him.

"Thank you for letting me in." You whisper.

"You gave me no choice." He smiles. "You made it impossible to not wanna let you in, baby." He whispers back.

"I'm sorry, then." You giggle, still running your fingers through his hair.

"Thank you for being so... You." He smiles, his gaze going from your eyes to your lips, and you kiss his lips lightly, moaning when he licks them, deepening the kiss.

He chuckles and pulls back, his thumb caressing your back.

"We're gonna do this right this time." He says firmly yet gently. "I'm gonna talk to your dad. We're gonna go on a hunt early tomorrow, and I'm gonna talk to him."

"You are?" You ask, a mix of excitement and apprehension in your voice and eyes.

"I will. At least if he kills me I'm gonna be far from here and you won't see it." He chuckles, and you laugh.

"Oh, God, don't even joke with that." You laugh, a genuine concern behind your smile as you hug him tighter.

"We're gonna do it right." He reaffirms. "We're not gonna do anything else until your dad knows about us." He says. "But you gotta promise me you're gonna keep what already happened between us a secret." He says, looking deep into your eyes.

"I promise." You smile. "It's gonna be like nothing happened."

"My good girl." He smiles, kissing your neck, his right hand squeezing your hip teasingly.

"Hmmm... Joel..." You moan at his words and his touch. "Don't make this harder than it has to be." You say, your hips instinctively rolling against him.

"Alright." He agrees, his hand going back to your upper back, pressing you against him. "I mean it. We're gonna go slow, make this special to you." He smiles.

"You already make everything special." You smile, pulling his hair back and touching your lips to his forehead, gently caressing his scalp with your whole hand and your fingers.

You two lay into each other's embrace. Uncertainty and concern battling with excitement and hope for what's to come, for how your dad's gonna react, for what life's gonna be like with each other.

And under each other's warmth you both fall asleep. Your best sleep in long time. Joel's most peaceful night since... ever.

A comfortable slumber that's interrupted only by Joel's heavy breathing underneath you and a warm sunlight coating your bedroom.

A shadow suddenly blocks the sunlight, and you sleepily open your eyes, seeing what... Or who... Is blocking it.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry for this, besties. The next chapter is the last official one for this series, the bomb is ticking.

Please don't forget to tell me your thoughts, the second most fun after writing is reading what y'all have to say about it.

Ily, have the best day 🩷🩷🫶🏻

#joel miller x reader #ghostfanwriter #joel miller #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal characters #fanfic #dirty hands #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal's characters

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dolliebabydoll15 · 1 year ago

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Floyd x Boom fanfic!

this is my first oneshot, i hope you enjoy! 🫶

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It was the end of a brodacious reunion concert at Vacay Island, for the crowd had gone their separate ways, as well as Viva and Poppy to spend much-needed quality time with their father. That left only BroZone, who had gone backstage to collect their things before leaving.

"We did it brothers! I knew we could do it!" said an enthusiastic John Dory.

"Finally, some praise." joked Bruce.

"Hey, can't you see I'm trying here?" snickered JD.

The brothers laughed, and suddenly, they saw Branch's buddies, Hype, Ablaze, Trickee, and Boom, who had performed with them. They were also there to clear backstage of their belongings. JD, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd were still just as amazed as they were when their little bro first introduced them.

"Branch...you wouldn't mind it if we offically met them, would you?" asked Clay.

Branch chuckled. "Sure, I have to go pick up the clue board anyway. Gonna take me a rough 15 minutes or something..."

The brothers smiled, and scampered off to get to know the boy band phenomenon known as Kismet.

Floyd suddenly noticed Boom, the rainbow-haired glitter troll whom he had seen before the concert.

"Hi," greeted Floyd.

"H-hi," Boom replied.

"You did great out there." said Floyd.

"Thanks, took me about 3 weeks to learn the choreo," said Boom. "I kept stepping on Hype's feet," he uttered embarrassingly.

Floyd giggled. "So, how did you meet Branch anyway?" he asked.

"Oh, we're childhood buds, we performed with him a lot after...you and your brothers left him." Boom responded melancholicly. Floyd saddened, remembering that woeful night.

"So...what's your story?" inquired Boom.

"Mine?" Floyd asked, surprised.

Boom nodded. Normally, Floyd was the one asking when it came to talking about emotional stories.

"Well, when I left BroZone to follow my heart and pursue a solo career, it got cut short when I was captured by a phony pair of popstars, Velvet and Veneer, for my talent. Every time they sucked up a piece of my talent, I lost a little bit of my life. This went on for 2 months, but I later noticed that Veneer, one of the phonies, wasn't as bad as I thought he was. He was really trying to make his sister happy, despite Velvet not caring about him at all. I told him that he shouldn't be around people who treat him like garbage, and no one should try to change him, but he didn't get the message until my brothers banded together with my little bro's girlfriend and her sister to form a family harmony to set me free. Unfortunately, since I gave the last of my talent to pitch in, I almost died."

Boom looked as if he were on the verge of tears.

"Don't worry, my brothers revived me with family love. Then, Veneer confessed to the crimes he and Velvet had done. He had a change of heart, but had to go the big house to serve his time. I hope he finds people who treat him with kindness. Afterwards, I forgave my older brothers and rebanded. So yeah, that's my story."

"Wow...I'm sorry all of that happened to you."

"It's okay, I only have the present to focus on now," Floyd responded with a smile, and looked at his brothers, cheerfully socializing with the other members of Kismet.

"Hey guys! We should go now," called Branch. Poppy's definitely gonna go looking for me if we don't leave now," he muttered under his breath.

"Bye, it was nice meeting you!" Floyd said as he got up to leave.

Boom suddenly realized he forgot the most important thing to say when you meet someone. "Wait! I...never got your name."

"Floyd."

"OH MY GOSH, THAT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NAME I'VE EVER HEARD!" Boom exclaimed in enchantment. Just then, he realized he replied in a way that was a tad extreme.

Floyd blushed in a shade of rosy pink. "Thank you," he replied with a grin. "What's yours?"

"Boom."

"Nice name," replied Floyd.

They shared a smile and locked eyes. They were so into the moment that they couldn't hear Kismet's mischievous laughs or see BroZone's knowing smiles.

"Floyd! Let's go!" shouted Branch.

"Bye,"

"Bye."

As the two groups dispersed, John Dory put his arm around Floyd.

"Well brother, I think this is the start..."

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"...of a beautiful friendship!" Trickee chimed. Boom nodded agreeably.

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note: sooo, i've had this idea in my head since last night. if you want to give me ideas on how i could do better, tell me in the replies. should I write more in the future?

#trolls band together #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls 3 #kismet #trolls boom #floyd trolls #fanfic #shipping #trolls brozone #ship fanfic

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tkdb-hell · 20 days ago

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I don't know if it arrived on time but I just saw the post and I would like to request scenario prompt 23 and phrases 3 and 9 with the Sho x Subaru

Lately I'm too obsessed with that shipp, I can imagine that prompt scenario with them being a little risky in the food truck 🫣

and congratulations on the 50 followers! I thank you very much for feeding this little fandom with your writings 🫶🏻

50 Follower Spicy Special • 2 of 5

50 Followers Post and Masterlist

You have my eternal gratitude for this pairing, prompt and phrases. I had WAY too much fun writing this one

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

Scenario #23 - knowing someone else can hear • Phrase #3 - "louder. let them hear you." • Phrase #9 - "show me how much you need me."

Subaru knew something was different the moment Sho kissed him. It wasn’t the usual teasing warmth or the playful smirk that always accompanied Shohei’s affection. This time, there was something deliberate in the way Sho touched him, something more intense, more purposeful.

Sho’s lips pressed insistently against Subaru’s neck, trailing downward as Subaru’s breath hitched, his hands clutching at Sho’s shirt.

“Sho… wait,” Subaru murmured, his voice trembling slightly, but Sho wasn’t slowing down.

Instead, Sho’s hand slid down between Subaru’s legs, stroking him through the fabric with a maddeningly slow rhythm. Subaru gasped, his body instinctively arching into Sho’s touch.

“Why?” Sho asked, his voice low and rough. “Worried someone might hear?”

Subaru flushed deeply, his violet eyes flickering toward the wall. He knew exactly who was next door—Leo. Sho had complained more than once about how nosy he was, always eavesdropping, always meddling.

Sho leaned in, his lips brushing against Subaru’s ear. “You know he’s listening,” he whispered, his voice dark with amusement. His hand continued its slow, deliberate movements, stroking Subaru just enough to draw quiet, breathy sounds from him. “Bet he’s pressed up against the wall right now, trying to catch every word.”

“Sho…” Subaru whispered, his face burning with embarrassment, but his body betrayed him, responding eagerly to Sho’s touch.

Sho’s smirk widened as he pressed another kiss to Subaru’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured. His hand applied more pressure, his strokes growing firmer. “But… you’ve gotta help me teach him a lesson.”

Subaru’s breath hitched as a soft sound escaped his lips before he could stop it. He tried to muffle the next one, biting down on his lip, but Sho wasn’t having it.

“Louder,” Sho commanded, his tone both teasing and authoritative. His hand moved faster, coaxing Subaru toward the edge. “Let him hear you.”

Subaru bit back another sound, but Sho wasn’t making it easy. Every deliberate stroke of Sho’s hand sent waves of pleasure through him, each one harder to resist than the last.

“Sho… please,” Subaru managed to whisper, his voice barely audible, though the heat in his tone was unmistakable.

Sho’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Come on, Kagami,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “Show me how much you need me.”

Subaru’s resolve crumbled completely. God how he loved when Sho took charge like this.

"Oh Sho~! Shohei~!"

His breath came in soft gasps, each one louder than the last, until he could no longer keep quiet. Sho’s hand never slowed, drawing out every reaction he wanted, every sound Subaru was too far gone to suppress.

By the time Sho finally slowed his movements, Subaru was flushed, breathless, and clinging to him, his heart racing. Sho leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Subaru’s forehead, his grin smug but affectionate.

“Think he got the message?” Sho asked, his voice light with amusement.

Subaru, too dazed to respond properly, buried his face in Sho’s shoulder, muttering something incoherent. Sho chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Subaru and holding him close.

“Good,” Sho whispered, pressing another kiss to Subaru’s temple. “Next time, maybe he’ll think twice before eavesdropping.”

Outside, the rain continued its quiet rhythm, but in Sho’s room, the only sounds were the quiet breaths of two lovers very much lost in their own world.

Bonus - Leo getting pissed off

Leo sat on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through his phone. The steady patter of rain against his window filled the room, providing a calming backdrop to his usual evening routine.

But then he heard something—a muffled voice from the other side of the wall.

Sho’s room.

Leo tilted his head, lowering the volume on his phone. Sho wasn’t alone; that much was obvious. Another voice joined Sho’s, softer and more hesitant—Subaru. Leo’s lips twitched into an amused smirk.

Figures.

He knew they’d been spending a lot of time together lately. Still, Leo wasn’t about to miss out on a little entertainment, especially when it came to Sho. He leaned back against the wall, phone forgotten, and listened intently. "Haxs"

At first, it was just a few indistinct murmurs, nothing too interesting—until he heard Subaru’s breath hitch, followed by Sho’s low, teasing voice:

“Louder. Let him hear you.”

Leo’s smirk faltered. Wait a goddamn second… He sat up straighter, eyebrows raising as realization dawned. He knows I’m listening. That fucking bastard.

He wasn’t entirely sure what Sho was doing to Subaru, but the sounds coming through the thin wall made it perfectly clear that whatever it was, it had Subaru struggling to keep quiet. Every soft gasp and shaky breath was loud enough to reach Leo, and Sho was clearly encouraging it.

“Show me how much you need me,” he heard Sho say, his voice low and rough.

Leo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Is he seriously doing this just to mess with me? Sho knew full well that the walls weren’t soundproof, and now he was using that knowledge to make Leo suffer through this.

He could practically picture the smug grin on Sho’s face, the bastard probably reveling in the fact that Leo had no choice but to sit here and listen to something he definitely didn’t want to hear.

Leo glared at the wall, contemplating his options. He could knock loudly and tell them to shut up, but that would only give Sho more satisfaction. He could also just leave the room, but why should he be the one to retreat?

No, he wasn’t giving Sho the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under his skin. Instead, Leo grabbed his headphones, cranked up the volume on his music, and muttered to himself, “Enjoy it while you can, asshole. Payback’s coming.”

Still, even as he drowned out the sounds with music, a part of him couldn’t stop thinking about how infuriatingly smug Sho was going to be the next time they crossed paths. Leo already knew Sho would bring it up with that cocky grin, and when he did…

Leo smirked to himself. Fine. You win this round, Sho.

#we're just ignoring subaru's stigma for a minute ok #subaru kagami #shohei haizono #tokyo debunker #tkdb #tkdb smut #tokyo debunker smut #asks #leo kurosagi

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milla-frenchy · 1 year ago

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The exchange (Blackmail part 3)

5k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader ; Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel has to get out of the QZ. You stay with Javi to avoid the dangers of Fireflies attacks Warnings: 18+ mdni. somnophilia, sharing, dirty talk, rough sex, a little bit of degradation and spanking, praise kink, size kink, oral (f/m receiving), rimming, cum eating, unprotected piv, creampie a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you not only for beta-ing me, but for the ideas on this part! ILY baby 💕💕🫶🫶 Playlist | ao3 | series masterlist | masterlist

Part 2

Life at the QZ has been complicated during the past few days. The Fireflies attacks were intensifying, and the FEDRA soldiers were nervous. An outing to Bill and Frank's house was planned, to bring them some medicine, but Joel didn't want you to come with him.

“I want you to stay, sweetheart. It’s a complete mess in here, it’s too dangerous.”

“You know Javi will help us, Joel.”

“Of course, but all the other soldiers are on edge. I won’t put you at risk of running into one of those cowboys.”

The radio turned on and started playing "Into the groove" by Madonna.

“But you will put yourself in danger… See?” You sighed, before adding “Fuck. Sorry. I know Bill and Frank need the meds. But I’m worried about you going out alone.”

Joel hugged you and stroked your hair, and tried to reassure you “I know baby. But I’m gonna be ok. You know I'll be careful. The most dangerous thing will be coming out of the QZ, but Javi will help me.”

You heard an explosion before you had time to respond. A nearby building had been the target of an attack.

Joel and you walked out of the building and quickly headed over to Javi’s apartment.

“I need to go out tonight, Javi.”

"OK. Let me check some details so that it’s as secure as possible.”

Joel looked at you and said to Javi: “Our apartment is not safe. Not with this new attack.”

He added, looking at you: “You can’t go back there. Not until it’s safe.”

Javi looked at him questioningly.

“I want her to stay here, with you, until I'm back. Our neighborhood is too dangerous right now. Here, it’s more secure. Two nights, maximum, and I’ll be back.”

He turned to you before adding “I don’t want to worry about you while I’m out.” You nodded, your worry at knowing Joel was leaving alone panged your heart. Joel properly put away his things that he had taken in a hurry, and handed you some of your clothes and toiletries that he had put aside before leaving. Javi used his contacts to prepare for the run out.

Before leaving, Joel hugged you and said "don't worry about me, sweetheart. You’ll get a 60s signal, when I’m in Lincoln. Tomorrow night. Javi, watch over her, ok?"

"Of course."

Joel turned around one last time before walking out of the apartment. "You two can… do whatever you want. I'm okay with that."

"Joel?"

“I don’t want you to spend two days moping and worrying. I mean it. Repeat it.”

“We… can do whatever we want.”

Joel looked at you before turning to Javi and they both nodded. They left.

Two hours later night set in. The moon lit up the apartment. You were waiting on the couch. You heard the key in the lock and the door opened. You stood up suddenly and looked at Javi.

"Everything’s fine Hermosa. He left, it’s ok. Things are calming down, Fedra is taking control again."

You threw yourself into his arms in relief and he held you close.

“Let’s eat.”

You had dinner, almost entirely in silence. Javi saw the worry in your eyes and the more the evening progressed, the more he felt your discomfort growing.

"You know we’ll do what you want, right? If you want to go to sleep, that's totally ok.”

You nodded.

You got into bed and you rested your head on his shoulder, hugging him, his arm around you. “It’s gonna be ok”, he said, and kissed your forehead. His cock was hard, you could see it with the sheet stretched. He didn't try anything.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Javi was asleep, his chest pressed against your back. He was breathing calmly, an arm around you. You made a small movement to shift away, but he tightened his grip and his cock nuzzled against your ass, pressing harder.

Fuck, you thought.

You felt your desire rising, and your pussy clenched.

You finally pushed your ass back, to feel him against you, and his shaft grew. You lifted your thigh a little so that his cock stretched between your legs. It followed this path naturally, his tip poking through this hollow. You put two fingers in your mouth to wet them, before sliding your hand between your legs. His tip pointed, hard, tense. You stroked it with your wet fingers and rubbed your thighs against it, until you heard “mmmm, Hermosa?”

You whispered “I’m sorry, Javi… I felt you against me and…” He kissed your neck and said:

“It’s the best way to wake-up. Use me, baby. Use my cock to feel good.”

You moaned, hearing him. You tilted your pelvis and pressed his tip to place it at your entrance. You were dripping. You slowly moved back, and you sank onto his cock. Inch by inch. Javi didn't move, leaving you in control.

You continued to press backwards until Javi's cock was fully buried in your pussy, and you waited a few seconds, time to get used to his width. His right hand came to cup your breast and squeeze it gently. You raised your arm until your fingers tangled in his brown curls and you heard him moan in your ear, his soft mustache brushing against your skin.

“You’ve got a big cock, Javi.”

He laughed, before adding “Yeah. But you're used to big cocks, aren't you? Joel is a big boy.”

You said “mmm” and moved your pelvis forward, very slowly. You wanted to feel every vein, every inch of skin on his cock against your folds. You felt like you could hear the friction of your skins against each other. Your pussy hugged his cock perfectly. Like it was molded for you, like Joel’s was too. You let your head fall back, until your neck was resting against Javi’s shoulder. He lowered his head to you and nuzzled your neck before kissing it. You sped up your movements little by little, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you completely. Its contours sliding against your flesh. You seemed to feel it growing even bigger. His mouth rested against your neck, and you felt him suck your skin against his lips, then his teeth gently bit down on that space between your neck and your collarbone.

You moaned, face turned to the ceiling, continuing to roll your hips. He released the pressure from his teeth and kissed your slightly bruised skin.

“You like that Hermosa? You like using me?”

“God Javi, I love that. It’s so good.”

“Keep using me. I wanna feel you, and watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Yeah right… you love dirty talk, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“Don’t worry Hermosa, I still have plenty of time to talk to you like you’re dying to hear. Keep fucking me for now.” Javi kept his hips still as you slid down on his cock. You heard him breathe your hair.

“You’re perfect Hermosa, so beautiful…”

You felt your orgasm building. Your hand, buried in Javi’s hair, came to slide down to your stomach, but he grabbed your wrist before you reached your clit.

“Don’t use your fingers, baby.”

“I…I can’t.”

“You can. Focus on what you feel.”

“Damnit Javi…”

“Shhh. Focus."

You started to move your hips again but impatience seized you almost immediately.

“Please… make me come with your fingers… please. Or let me do it.”

“No. I want you to cum just from my big cock filling your pussy. Come on Hermosa. Quit talking, just focus. Do you feel my cock sliding? Do you feel the way my cock is perfect for your pussy? Focus on its width, the way your pussy surrounds it. Do you feel how my cock twitches sometimes? That’s because it wants to cum too. But I won't let it happen until I feel your pussy flooding me. I won’t let it happen, as long as my cock isn't squeezed by you, while you make yourself cum on my shaft.“

Eyes closed, you focused on Javi's words, on his warm voice, and on these sensations you were feeling. This big vein that rubbed against you. The crown of his cock paving the way for the rest of his shaft, with every movement of your hips.

You changed your angle, very subtly. And Javi's cock came to rub against this place that seemed so tiny, but which was finally making you feel what you were looking for. And you felt your orgasm grow.

“Keep talking Javi, please.”

“I love to feel you fucking me, using me. I love that you woke me up. Ready to rub you against my cock while I was still sleeping. You're a naughty girl, aren't you? I can't believe if I hadn't blackmailed you, Joel would still be the only one fucking you, Hermosa. Now my cock can't do without you. You know that, don’t you?”

You mumbled “Mmmm.”

“You know what, Hermosa? Tomorrow night, I'm gonna use you when you sleep. You’d like that I'm sure. Feeling my tongue, or my cock in your pussy as you wake up. Yeah, tonight I’m the one who’s gonna use you.”

He stopped talking for a few seconds, as your breathing accelerated, before whispering in your ear “I bet you’re just waiting for this, to be fucked in your sleep by this big fat cock, right?”

And it was as if he knew that with these words, your orgasm would explode. And he was right. Your orgasm came from deep inside you. From this tiny place you had been concentrating on for several minutes. You felt this wave of spasms, finally taking everything away, down to the tips of your fingers, up to your throat and to your mouth, where the sensation was so strong that you bit your lip to prevent you from screaming in his apartment, in the middle of the night.

“I told you,” he added, his mustache brushing against your neck again.

Your spasms were contracting Javi's cock, and while he held back from grabbing your hips and fucking you hard, he forced himself to stay still and focused on your pussy gripping his cock and squeezing it, until he pulled out. He fucked his fist, with three or four strokes of his wrist, and shot his cum on your ass.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, while he held you tight against him.

You finally got up to go to the bathroom, and when you came back he was lighting a cigarette.

“How do you manage to find more cigarettes?”

“Oh I pay a lot for that, Hermosa.”

You smiled before laying back against him. “I hope Joel’s okay,” you said.

"I’m sure he is. He’ll be back soon,” he added before kissing your forehead.

“I have to go take my shift. Stay here until you get yours, okay? And you come back here directly afterwards. The situation is improving but I don’t want you to risk anything.”

“Sure Javi. Thanks."

He was about to open the apartment door when you called him. “Javi?”

He turned around and looked at you questioningly.

"I agree, for tonight. For you to wake me up like you said."

He smiled, with that cheeky smile you loved so much, and then he left.

You took your shift sorting clothes, the day passed quickly and when you got home, Javi was already there. You went to shower and came back in your t-shirt and sleep shorts. You liked that he didn’t rush you. He hadn’t tried to kiss you, sensing that you weren’t comfortable yet with the idea of establishing this closeness in Joel’s absence either.

The radio turned on and started playing "Whole lotta love" by Led Zeppelin. You felt the tension in your shoulders release and you smiled.

“See? He’s ok. Tomorrow he’ll be back to you.”

He made dinner and you sat down at the table. You liked the way he carried himself. He was always teasing, smiling, so open. He was charming and playful.

After the meal, you watched him light a cigarette and your eyes swept over him, slowly. His hair, his mischievous and lively eyes, his nose, his lips. Then his broad shoulders, his biceps which stretched his t-shirt. You couldn't see more, sitting at the table, still you couldn't help but bite your lip.

“What are you thinking about, Hermosa?”

“Your cock. In my mouth.”

He laughed then his smile froze and you saw the change in his eyes. His cigarette in his mouth, still seated, he unzipped his jeans, without taking out his cock. You smiled and took the cigarette from his lips before taking a drag.

“So… you like this idea?”, you said playfully as you blew the smoke.

You placed the cigarette against his lips and he inhaled, before you took another drag and gave him the cigarette back.

“A lot,” he said.

You stood up from your chair and knelt down in front of him, looking at him. His gaze was fixed on you, waiting. You placed your hand on his bulge before applying a light pressure. With your thumb, you caressed his shaft which strained his jeans, then his balls.

You slipped your hand into his tight jeans, and pushed the fabric aside with your other hand to pull his cock out of the clothing without hurting him. He lifted his pelvis from the chair and you pulled on his pants to slide them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual.

His cock pointed towards the ceiling as you released it. You looked at it for a few seconds and said “Fuck… your dick is so gorgeous, Javi.”

He smirked and took a drag of his cigarette. God he was beautiful. So confident and sassy.

You sat up so you were right on top of his cock and let your saliva slide down, while Javi exhaled and the blue cigarette smoke enveloped you. You spread the saliva with your thumb, mixing it with his precum, your other fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Tell me what you want, Javi.”

“Fuck, Hermosa… blow me. Wanna feel your lips on me.”

You smiled as you looked at him and your lips rounded around his tip, as your tongue pressed against his crown.

“Damn… I missed your mouth baby.”

You turned your hand as you parted your mouth and your tongue slid along his cock, until you reached his balls. With your thumb, you gently lifted them, while your tongue continued to go down. You followed the roundness of one of his balls with your tongue as you gently jerked him off, then moved on to the next one. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your cheek. Without pressing.

The ash from his cigarette that he had now forgotten fell to the ground. He said “damnit” and crushed it in the ashtray.

“You forgot your cigarette, Javi?” you asked, smiling.

“See what you doin’ to me baby?”

You lapped at his balls and your tongue moved up towards his tip. You took him back into your mouth, this time going down his shaft. You didn’t stop until your nose was buried in his neatly trimmed hair, and you stopped, keeping him in your throat, your tongue sliding against his skin. You felt his hand tighten on the side of your cheek. You finally pulled back and caught your breath for a few moments, before pumping his cock again. You felt his precum flowing down your throat and you loved having his cock in your mouth so much, that you didn't plan to stop. But he caressed your cheek and said “wait, Hermosa. I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

You groaned and pulled away.

“Baby… I don’t wanna cum in your mouth when I have you to myself all night. Need to fuck your pussy.”

He stood up and held out his hand to you. Barely standing up, he grabbed your thighs and made you sit on the table before sweeping away what was left on it with his hand. He nuzzled your neck while one of his hands rested on the back of your neck. He pulled your t-shirt over your head and kissed your skin, placed kisses under your ear and moved down to your collarbone and then back up the other side of your neck.

“You’re mine tonight, Hermosa, right?” he asked you with a soft voice.

“I am, Javi.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours tonight, Javi.”

He grabbed your hair in his hand and kissed you, pressing his cock against your pussy. “Oh god,” you said.

His tongue passed your lips and came to seek yours. Everything about him exuded sensuality. You slipped your hands into his hair and all you wanted was to feel him more.

“Lie down, baby” he said, pressing gently on your chest to accompany your movement. Once you were lying down on the table, he remained standing against you, grabbed the outside of your thighs with his hands, and pressed himself against your crotch again.

He pulled back to place his hand against your pussy through your shorts, and smiled as he felt the heat. You pushed your pelvis forward to increase the pressure and he said “tell me what you want, Hermosa.”

“Your cock, Javi. Please.”

He smiled and pushed your shorts aside. “Fuck… you’re soaked…” He ran his thumb along your folds and spread the wetness up to your clit.

He pulled your shorts off and took his cock in his hand, then placed his other hand on your hip. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, as if asking if it was okay for him to continue. You nodded and he thrust slowly, his second hand also resting on your hip now. He established a slow pace where he entered deeper and deeper with each movement of his hips.

Once deep inside your pussy he stopped for a few seconds, and asked you “how do you want me?”

“Rough”, you answered.

He pulled back, slowly. Before sinking suddenly and entirely. He looked at you again and you nodded. You felt his hands grip your hips tighter. And he took the rhythm you wanted: powerful and deep. You didn’t hold back a scream and he froze.

"No! Don’t stop. Fuck me rough, Javi. I mean it.”

“Fuck…”

He fucked you, his fingers digging into your skin, pushing you down onto his cock with each stroke of his cock.

“That’s what ya want?”

“Yeah! Fuck…yeah.”

“Make yourself cum. Afterwards you won’t be able to do it.”

You slid your hand up to your clit and rolled it under your index finger, trying to maintain pressure despite his strong movements. You felt him slow down and said “fuck, no. Don’t slow down.” He resumed his pace and you came under your finger, squeezing his cock with each spasm.

“Turn around,” he told you, as he pulled out of you. He didn't wait and grabbed your arm to turn you around.

You leaned over the table and he placed his hand on your cheek, pushing it against the table, while he entered your pussy and fucked you again. Your pussy continued to contract from your orgasm.

“Fuck… you’re so…. fucking tight.”

He kept the pressure on your cheek. He was fucking you so deep that your mind started to wander. You felt his balls tapping against your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, he said. He stopped and knelt down. “I need to calm down for a minute. Fuck.”

He spread your ass cheeks and licked your ass. You heard him groan as his tongue played with your ring. After a few minutes, he nibbled your ass cheek and got up, and sank into your pussy.

He leaned against you, still lying on the table, bit your shoulder and pulled your hair back. “You’re driving me crazy baby.” He stood up and grabbed your hair in his hand, leaning your head against the table again.

“Harder…harder, Javi. Please.”

“Oh god…” He fastened his movements and grabbed you by the shoulders for leverage. He was fucking you so hard that the table was moving forward with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled away and grabbed your arm, making you kneel. He held your head level with his cock, and jerked off.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

You waited, tongue outstretched, until the jets of cum reached your mouth and chin. He placed his cock on your tongue, and you licked his tip, swallowing each drop.

“Damnit baby, you’re such a whore.”

He helped you up and took a towel to dry you off. You went to bed a few minutes later.

“Are you ok, Hermosa?”

“I’m more than ok, Javi.”

You kissed him on the cheek and pressed yourself against him.

Javi asked you what the outings were about, and who Frank and Bill were. You told him about the regular supplies, the road to Lincoln. The fact that Joel and you always went there together, until now.

“He was right to leave without you, Hermosa. It was too dangerous, the Fireflies made everything complicated. That fucking Marlene is pissing us off."

“The Che Gevara of Boston…”

Javi sighed and said “yeah…” You continued to chat about life at the QZ, how Javi had gotten to Boston. And you fell asleep.

***************

Javi woke up when it was pitch black. Not a crescent moon. He felt the warmth of your body next to his, even though he could only make out a vague shape in the night.

Joel would be home soon, early in the evening, and you would go back to your home with him. And Javi didn't want you to leave without doing what he kept thinking about. He hesitated between eating you out and fucking you in your sleep. He hadn’t eaten your pussy since Joel left and he fucking wanted it. No, he needed it.

But the idea of entering you while you were still asleep, unprepared, or almost unprepared, so sure that you were going to squeeze him even tighter than usual, was tempting.

His cock stiffened instantly.

His eyes were getting used to the darkness and he could see you more. You were on your back, slightly turned towards him. One leg extended, and the other slightly bent. He knelt down at your feet, very gently, so as not to move the bed. His head was inches from your pussy, and now all he could think about was sticking his tongue in you. His cock would be buried in your pussy soon enough, now all he wanted to do was place his head between your thighs. He pushed your bent leg slightly, to spread it. You groaned in your sleep, without waking up. He grabbed the calf of your outstretched leg, and gently pulled it up, before crawling to settle between your thighs. Miraculously, you didn't wake up.

He wet his lips with his tongue, and let his saliva flow onto your folds before sliding his tongue in a slow caress. He stopped just short of your clit, hoping to keep you asleep for a few more moments. He spread your folds with his thumbs and ran his tongue again, before searching the entrance to your pussy. Delicately at first, then less and less, as he fucked you with his tongue. He growled into your folds, it felt so good. He wished it could last longer, but he finally heard you moan.

*******************

You woke up with a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. As if something unusual was happening. You tried to come to your senses and understand where you were. And you remembered. Javi's. It was night, you were waking up and… Oh fuck!

You understood that the sensation you felt was Javi's tongue deep in your pussy. And the heat felt was the orgasm that was already building. He worked hard, alternating between licking your most and trying to go as deep as possible.

“Oh god… Javi….” you placed your hands on his head, and grabbed his hair between your fingers, squeezing it.

“Fuck… Javi… I’m gonna cum… keep going. Please continue. Oh fuck… Javi. Javi… Oh my God!" you came in his mouth and he didn’t release you until your spasms stopped.

Then he came back up to you, and he kissed you, your taste invading your mouth.

"You liked it? Are you ok?"

“I hated it.”

He looked at you questioningly before laughing when he saw your eyes sparkle.

“Hermosa! You almost scared me!”

“You mean I scared the shit outta you,” you told him, laughing. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed him to flip him onto his back and straddled him. Your hand grabbed his cock and you impaled yourself on it in one motion. “Oh fuck, Javi.”

He grunted and put his hands on your hips, making you sink further into his cock. You leaned your head back, eyes closed, continuing to roll your hips.

“I’ve fucked you twice in 24 hours, Javi. I'm gonna end up believing you like it.”

“I don’t like it, I love it.” He spanked you lightly, before telling you “keep going, smart ass.”

You smiled, and continued for a few minutes. Then you leaned forward, your arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Now be a good boy and fill my pussy."

He growled and pulled you closer to him before taking control of the movements. His cock was hitting the bottom of your pussy.

"Who's fucking who now, baby? Huh?"

You smiled against his ear and licked his earlobe before nibbling on it. “Fill me, Javi”, you murmured.

You heard him grunt louder until he froze, hips raised, and you pressed down on his cock while his cum was filling you. You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his torso, after kissing his cheek.

“God, I’m so glad you blackmailed us, Javi.”

He laughed.

Javi walked you back to your apartment in the late afternoon, before going to meet Joel.

“Thank you for everything, Javi.”

“You’re welcome, Hermosa.”

You held each other close, and you knew that your heart, although happy at the idea of seeing Joel again, was torn at the thought of no longer being with Javi.

Joel came home and as soon as he entered the apartment, you threw yourself into his arms.

“I missed you so much, Joel.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. How are you?”

You didn't let go of him, and he caressed your back with his big hands.

"I'm fine. How was it? How are Bill and Frank?”

"Everything was fine, Bill and Frank are ok. They say hello to you. Well… Frank says hello.”

“That asshole”, you said, speaking about Bill.

“God I missed you, sweetheart.”

You buried your face in his neck and took off his coat.

“Come shower with me Joel. I want to feel you against me.”

You got into the shower and washed yourself off. You loved feeling his fingers in your hair while he was washing them. You held each other together countless times, until the hot water finally stopped. When you went to bed and faced each other, he asked you what happened at Javi's house. You blushed and lowered your head, embarrassed.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. I told you something, remember?”

You nodded.

"So tell me."

You sighed, still embarrassed.

“Darling…would it help if I told you I jerked off thinking about both of you?”

“What?!”

“What can I say? It’s hot to watch you two fuck. I had no difficulty imagining it. So tell me, please.”

“Ok. Uh… The first evening, I was uncomfortable. Javi didn’t force anything, he saw that I wasn’t in the mood for it and we went to bed without doing anything.”

"Oh babe…”, he said, rubbing your shoulder. “And?”

“And I woke up that night, he was sleeping against me. I felt his cock against my ass and... I couldn't hold back, I rubbed my thighs against him while he was sleeping and... we fucked.”

“Oh… you naughty girl. Did he like it?”

You blushed before nodding.

“Of course he liked it,” Joel said before kissing your cheek.

“Tell me what happened next.”

“Last night, after dinner, I think I felt better and I wanted to… uh… blow him.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how you blew him.”

You looked at him, knelt between his legs and sucked him just like you did with Javi.

“Damn sweetheart…. This mouth… Tell me what you did next.”

“He fucked me on the dining room table. I asked him to be rough with me.”

“Were you lying down or leaning over the table?

“At first, lying down, then leaning over.”

“Fuck…sweetheart…come here.”

You got up and he took your hand before leading you into the dining room.

“On the table, huh?”

"Yes…"

“Bend over, then.”

You leaned over and he took off your panties, kneeling down. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands, and said “you’re fuckin soaked, baby. Is it me that turns you on, or thinking about Javi?”

“Both, Joel...”

He stood up and whispered in your ear “You’re a fuckin slut..”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and thrust into you, his other hand on your shoulder. You grabbed the edge of the table with your hands to try to stay in place. Both of his hands were now on your shoulders.

“Shit, Joel…”

“What is it sweetheart? Forgot my big cock?”

“Fuck! No… of course no.”

“Good, because I haven’t forgotten this pussy. My pussy. Although the idea of you getting filled by Javi turns me on so much.”

He was pounding into you and you could barely keep yourself in place.

“Tell me what happened next.”

“We… fuck… we went to bed. And…damn Joel…he told me…god…that he would fuck me while I slept…and…. Oh my God Joel!"

Joel fucked you harder, hearing this.

“During your sleep uh?”

“Yeah…. fuck…yeah…”

“Tell me.”

“He ate me out. While I was sleeping. I woke up… shit… when he was eating me. Fuck... Fuck! I came almost after… after waking up.”

“Damnit sweetheart…Now I’ll have to wake you up with my big, fat cock. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes… mmmm…. yes I know”.

“What next?”

“After that, I rode him and fucked him.”

“Until he filled you with his cum?”

“Yeah… fuck… yeah.”

"Like that?"

You felt the jets of cum painting the inside of your pussy.

“Fuck, Joel…”

As soon as he finished cumming, he grabbed you to turn you around and made you lie down on the table.

“Joel, what-”

“You didn’t cum. Do you think I’d leave you without cumming?”

He was speaking while he was already licking your pussy, filled with his cum.

“God, Joel…”

You grabbed his head in your hands and lifted your feet to place them on the table. Spreading your thighs obscenely. Joel licked off everything, your wetness and his cum, before coming to place his lips against your clit and pointing his tongue at your clit.

“Joel…Joel…keep going. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t” he said, running his tongue flat from your hole to your clit.

“Be a good girl and come for me. Come on my tongue baby.”

You tried to resist the orgasm you felt coming, the sensations were so strong and so good that you didn’t want it to end. You resisted as much as you could, until it was impossible, and you came in his mouth. You heard him growl again.

“Baby, I don’t know what happened to us since we met Javi, but I just want to see you fucked by our two cocks, again. We’re going back to his place tomorrow night. Ok?”

You smiled.

“Ok Joel.”

He helped you get up and held you in his arms. He kissed your cheek and said, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Part 4

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