#gettin' steamy in here

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We had another session recently where we visited a hot spring (among other things) and let's just say there were some appreciative glances.

[kingsmakers]

Gardens of Misery: Chapter 12

Read it here: Fanfiction | AO3

Demelza Dayne finds herself at the centre of a conflict between the two women she cares about most, her best friends Rhaenyra Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. In the midst of brewing turmoil, and men of the court scheming to gain her favour, Demelza finds herself playing a dangerous game of survival, both in court and home in Dorne.

“Prince Qoren.” She dipped her head in a show of demurity. “It has been a while. I hear a lot about you from Lindon.”

He laughed. “Good things, I hope.”

“What if I said bad things?” Demelza’s smile grew wicked and broad.

“Then perhaps he has been speaking ill of us both.” Qoren examined her, and she noted the delight in his expression. It was not precisely desire, but there was intrigue. “Twenty years old and an unwed mother with two bastard daughters. Whatever must the Westerosi court think of you?”

There was amusement in his tone, but Demelza’s smile faded. “Whatever I want them to.”

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[sweetimpurity]

*ੈ✩‧ Day three! It's gettin steamy and sloshy up in here! wc: 1k ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The warm water laps around your arms and trembling knees, head thrown back on Miguel’s shoulder and his hand slowly sloshing around in the water between your thighs. Thick fingers massaging and caressing your core, only letting his fingers dip into the first knuckle, enough to feel the squeeze of your muscles and hear the hitch in your breath. Soft fluttering moans and his deep warm coos fill the bathroom as well as the salty sea air and the sounds of crashing waves outside the window. It’s your honeymoon. Finally away from all the craziness of your everyday lives. Just you and your new husband and you can’t keep your hands off each other. It’s not like you haven’t had sex a million times already, it’s just that being married renewed some sort of spark inside you both and now it all means more… or it feels different… but it feels so so good. 

“You let me know when you’ve had too much, baby, okay?” He hums right next to your ear, brushing his lips in feather light touches to your cheek. You’ve already been going at it like bunnies ever since you reached the villa suite. This soothing morning bath was supposed to be just that. To clean yourselves of last night's activities and ease the slight ache in both your bodies from hours of newlywed love making. But neither of you can resist. It’s like you’re magnetically, positively and negatively charged, pulling to each other and unable to resist the attraction. It’s more than just love, it’s need and devotion.

“Need more, Miguel…” You sigh, a quirk in your brow and pout on your lip. His digits just aren’t enough for the ache you feel. “You need more..?” He smiles and a huff of soft laughter leaves his lips. You're insatiable and he can’t get enough. “I can give you more, love, I can give you whatever you want…” He whispers. His head lifting from your shoulder and looking up at you, his fingers running up your sensitivity and gently past your bundle of nerves as he draws his hand from your heat. The water sloshing and lapping at the sides of the enormous tub as you turn around to face him. The flower petals that Miguel sprinkled on the water earlier when you weren’t looking, mostly as a silly joke, collecting on your damp skin and decorating you so wonderfully. Now he understands. Seeing you glistening wet and covered in white and pink petals makes his mind go melty. Making his breath hitch. The sun hitting you just right as you straddle his lap. His back pressing against the porcelain and big hands coming up to your back, caressing down to your ass. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers so quietly. It’s almost too quiet to hear. But it’s all his voice will allow with how hard his heart is beating. 

He leans forward, water lapping as he pulls you closer still. His lips connect with your sternum and sucking small wet kisses along your damp skin. Up to your left breast, his tongue swirling around the mound and gently biting down on the precious portion of your body. His lips glistening and wet from the bath water that's covering your skin and dribbling down, clicking wet sucking sounds accompanying the feeling of bliss. Along with his wet tongue gliding along your perked nipple, his plush lips pursing around to suck. “Ohh- Miguel…” You sigh so quietly, a shiver running down your spine just watching him do this. Feeling it happen. And he moves with the same attention to your right breast until your tits are tinted slightly with a blush after his loving attacks. 

“My wife…” He whispers, looking up in your eyes and making you smile. His hands running up your back to your shoulders. Utter affection in his expression. 

…

“Miguel!” You gasp, reaching for his hand and squeezing it hard, pulling it against your chest. Drips, drops, dribbles of water running down the sides of the bathtub and the water lapping the edges. Full of him, full to the brim and tingling. His cock bullying it’s way inside, deep and warm and all for you. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s trying so hard to hold out. But the water and the squeeze of your warm pussy, his view from under you, watching your head throw back. The tips of your hair dipping into the water and sticking to your back. He can’t look, dipping his face into your chest to hold it together. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you come. If he doesn’t bring you there. But you make it so hard not to burst inside on the first pump. 

“Baby! Babe- babe…” Your voice high and squeaky and at the same time quiet and intimate. Only for him to hear, only for Miguel to know. “Oh come on baby, please…” He whispers into your skin, on the edge and begging for that release. Wanting to watch you go. 

His arms anchor around your back, adjusting his hips and pulling you down on him a bit harder and faster. Plunging all the way deep, hitting some magical spot inside you that has you cry out his name. 

“Yeah, right there?” He grins, doing it again, pulling you down and pushing his hips up at the same time. And once he finds the spot again, he just keeps hitting it over and over. Water splashing and pouring over the edges. Onto the blue and green glass tiled floor, soaking into the bathmat, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard you might just break the skin. 

That familiar ache and melt concocting in your gut, right in the pit of your stomach. Blooming and burning down your thighs, originating in your heat, right at your core. Miguel finally allowing himself to succumb when feeling the spasms of your orgasm around him. A wave of satisfaction and victory when his name spills from your lips again and again just like the water and petals dribbling over the edges and flooding the floor. 

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The second his shirt comes off, Dion can feel his own self consciousness beginning to creep up within him. It's not for the reasons one might think, but because of how the curse has spread. Not only has it made its way down most of his right arm, but along the right side of his waist and creeping down towards his hip and across his stomach. He knows it can't be helped, but such stark contrast against the rest of him has always made him nervous.

All of the thoughts rushing through his head come to a halt, however, once Joshua's hands and mouth are on him again. He shouldn't dwell on it, instead focusing on the task at hand. His fingers gently push through Joshua's hair once his head rests on his chest, and he can't help but laugh softly. How tender this moment is in their need for each other. He only wishes they could have more of them.

"Oh...Joshua, how needy you sound, hm? But I'll oblige, since you asked so nicely."

Dion is only teasing, as his arousal is evident once he slides out of his trousers and underwear. He is practically soaked with his want, perched on top of Joshua's lap like he belongs only there and nowhere else. "Do you like what you see?" he murmurs into his ear, taking hold of his hand and placing it between his thighs, desperate to be touched. "You feel what you're doing to me? How I want you? And it's all for you, Joshua. All of me."

He kisses him again, harder and more desperate, like a man starved. His hands push up underneath Joshua's shirt to pull it up and off of him, mindful of the lesion on his chest. He wants to see him, feel him, skin pressed against skin, like they may become one if they tried hard enough.

His hands slide down Joshua's body, stopping at his trousers, giving them a gentle tug. "Is it fair that I'm the only one naked?" he teases, a small grin on his face. "Or are you enjoying the sight of me that much?"

The kiss elicits Joshua to breathe a sigh of relief into Dion's mouth, inhaling the taste of desperation like a man starved. Which, he is—he's avoided his hunger for so long it became just another ache thrown ontop the pile of ailments. It grew and grew and grew, never satiated with distractions of self-pleasure or convincing himself he felt otherwise.

Joshua's desire has festered into an uncontrollable need, no longer dormant, freed from the hole it slept in until fed proper.

Pushed onto the bed, he scoots back to give Dion room. Just barely big enough for one, he's grateful for the size as it forces them closer together. He uses it to his advantage and grips the prince's lithe hips as he straddles his own.

❝ I've ruined you, have I ? ❞ Joshua hums, a slight tilt in his voice as he leans into the brush of Dion's lips. He doesn't need to be told twice to make do.

Joshua tugs blindly at his shirt, attempting and succeeding (messily) at undoing the clasps in the middle. When his hands make contact with skin he outright moans, squeezing the waist with a heated force. Dion fits so perfect in his grasp, he can't help the thought that it's proof they were meant to be.

He turns his head to mouth at Dion's neck, lapping at the blemishes done by teeth with his tongue. The fleeting marks trail down to the middle of chest, where he rests to hear the beat of his heart. The continuous thrum is as comforting as it is enthralling—he did that.

❝ Dion— ❞ Joshua starts, sliding his palms lower until he can hook two fingers in the trim of his drawers. ❝ Can I—? Need to see you, please. ❞

He emphasizes the need with a roll of his hips, the heat between his legs already becoming unbearable. His thighs are sticky where they rub up against fabric, aching to be touched. As embarrassing as it is to be so worked up so quickly, he can't find it in him to care or to stop. It's Dion—he has Dion.

[princessbrunette]

pervyneighbor!rafe mixed w innocent!reader fhfufj .. imagine he's scarin off guys that leave her apt, workin behind the scenes to make sure he's the only man in her life she'll need. sabotaging friendships or relationships even. gettin a real ego boost outta her walkin across to his door like :((( the shower's broken again n i dunno how to fix it .. - 🍓

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the funniest thing is he acts like it’s a total inconvenience to him because he’s such a brat at his core, not sure how to express the softness he feels towards you without being a dick about it.

he feels like he’s hit the jackpot when he gets a knock at his door — opening to find you, a little damp, wearing a silk robe so thin that your hard nipples poke right through. you suck on a swollen bottom lip, eyes all worried and nervy.

“and what seems to be the problem today?” he leans on the doorframe, glancing behind you to see if his dad was lurking about anywhere before back at your sweet face.

“i’m really sorry to bother you, but my shower suddenly turned cold and won’t turn warm again. m’not sure what happened.” you huff and he nods slowly, scratching his cheek.

“and… you don’t have the phone number of a single handyman who can fix that shit for you, s’what you’re tellin’ me.” he licks his lips making you press your thighs together beneath your robe. you could have called a plumber sure — but you didn’t like letting strange men into your home when no one was around. you knew rafe — and he always looked after you.

“just trust you more…” you look down at your fluffy pink slides, awkwardly wiggling painted toenails as you await an answer. he smirks when you look away, knowing he’s always got you right where he wants you.

“damn right. lemme uh, lemme come take a look, yeah? probably something fixable.” he leads you back to your house with a hand on your back— just a step behind you so that he could see the way the skin of your damp ass cheeks cling to the silk fabric of the robe, the movement of them clear beneath their cloak.

he moves you aside to take a look at your shower, fiddling about with things, occasionally walking over to the boiler before you hear a small “ah.” and the water runs once more, steam eventually apparent.

“rafe! you’re so smart! what did you do?” you grin.

“dont worry about what i did alright— y’see this? dont turn this lever anymore. doesn’t work, thats what broke it. alright, sweetheart?”

“thank you rafe!” you wrap your arms around his neck, warm tits pressing to his chest through the silk. if he just pulled the string keeping it together, you’d be totally exposed. he feels his cock bloat at the thought.

“yeah, yeah. you don’t call anyone else if you’ve got trouble in here. okay? i’m your guy.”

“you’re my guy.” you repeat softly, before staring pensively at the shower. “would you mind staying? just incase it breaks again when i’m showering…” you pout and he huffs out a chuckle of disbelief through a smirk. you had to be messing with him.

“i’ll be just outside. yeah?”

you keep the door ajar, a perfect gift for him to peep through the gap into the mirror, seeing you lather your soft body through the steamy glass of the shower door. one of these days you were gonna pay for teasing him like this.

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[devildom-moss]

Biting their necks (Mammon, Satan, Beel, Diavolo, and Raphael)

What would happen if you bit their necks with no warning?

(A/N: What? I actually picked random characters instead of separating them into groups/categories. Wild. Has that ever happened? I think I might have just picked these five because they are the most bite-able. chomp chomp)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Diavolo x gn!MC) (Raphael x gn!MC)

(suggestive)

Mammon

Mammon was distracted by the horror movie he had put on to try to show off his bravery ineffectively. You, on the other hand, were distracted by his exposed shoulders and neck in that black tank top. He was so pretty – even when he was trying so hard to mask the fear on his face. It was obvious that he was scared, but he refused to look away from the screen. Fortunately, you figured out a way to give into your temptation and ease his fear by tearing his eyes from that screen. You inched closer to him in the dark.

“W-why’re ya gettin’ so close?” Mammon asked just seconds before your teeth met his warm skin.

You didn’t bite him hard – just enough for him to feel slight pressure. You flicked your tongue against his hot neck a few times. His pulse quickened against your mouth. Instinctively, he arched his neck for you. Mammon had always been so honest with his physical reactions, and it was adorable.

“H-HEY! What do ya think you're doin’?” He yelled, but he didn’t mean it angrily. You flicked your tongue over his skin again, pulling a growl that slipped into a moan from his lips. “H-hey, MC, come on.”

“Hmm?” You hummed against his skin.

“Don’t just tease me.”

Satan

You found Satan in the House of Lamentation’s library, immersed in what (judging by the cover) looked to be some steamy monster-themed romance (although the contents of the book leaned more towards erotica than romance). A faint pink blush showed on his cheeks. How could you resist teasing him just a bit? You came up behind him and bent down to place a tender kiss on his neck before sinking your teeth into him.

Without setting his book down, Satan lolled his head back and moaned mindlessly. He was surprisingly loud, so much so that you released him. That only made him whine, so you bit back down into him – using only the slightest amount of pressure. Satan’s face was vibrantly pink, but he still moaned out for you shamelessly. Running your tongue across his skin only exacerbated the moaning. Certainly, if anyone was in an adjacent room or out in the hallway, they would either be awkwardly sneaking out of earshot or rushing in to stop whatever lewd acts were occurring. But it was too late for Satan. His breath hitched and he spoke, shakily, “don’t stop. I want more. Please?”

“In here?” you asked without letting your lips leave his neck. Your teeth grazed his skin gently. Satan let out a heavy sigh.

“Yes,” Satan practically panted. His page had been marked and his book was set down in certainty of his desire. “I need you now.”

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen again, but this time he was prepping dinner by cutting up vegetables for curry. He was even wearing the Devilcat apron you had bought him the other month. Watching him from the doorway, you couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of Beel: he hadn’t snacked on any of the raw vegetables yet.

“Did you get hungry, MC? Dinner will still be a while, but you can come in and snack while I cook,” Beel commented nonchalantly. You weren’t even aware that he had noticed you.

If you were being honest, Beel looked more delicious than dinner did. Although, in his defense, nothing had come together yet. As you got closer to him, the urge to take a bite came over you. You wrapped your arms around him and sunk your teeth into the base of his neck before sucking on his skin gently. Beel continued to chop vegetables, seemingly unphased. His body hadn’t even tensed at all. Disappointed, you gave him a few soft licks before releasing him.

“Do I . . . taste good, MC?” Beel asked you timidly, his face flushed pink. He set the knife on the counter and turned around so he could face you. He looked simultaneously embarrassed and hungry when he met your eyes. “Do you want to taste me more, or can I try you now?”

“What about dinner?” you questioned him.

His desire for you had overshadowed his hunger. He lifted you up and sat you down on the clean counter behind you. Beel sank to his knees and stared up at you. “It can wait a bit longer. I need an appetizer first.”

Diavolo

Diavolo was working in the council room at his desk. Barbatos had, foolishly, asked you to deliver a set of documents for Diavolo to review and sign by tomorrow morning. Perhaps it wasn’t too foolish since you both knew how much Diavolo hated paperwork, but he would be much more receptive if you were to hand it to him. Even knowing how bored and unstimulated he was, Diavolo always looked so handsome when he was working. He actually looked serious – and it wasn’t because one of the many idiots you dealt with on the daily had put you in danger this time.

You walked up to him, but he was too focused to pay you much attention. He wanted to greet you with his usual bright smile, but there was just one more paragraph left in this 29-page proposal – if you could just give him one more minute. You set the new documents off to the side and bent down to kiss the top of his head.

“One more, okay?” You whispered the words just behind his ear before nipping at his neck playfully.

Diavolo chuckled and turned to look at you. “Aren’t you frisky today. Are you trying to seduce me away from my work?”

“The opposite, actually,” you pet his head and caressed down the side of his face until your fingers were just below his chin. You ran your thumb over his lower lip. Diavolo couldn’t resist smiling. “I’m trying to encourage you to work hard by giving you a preview of what to expect once you’re finished.”

That lit a fire under him, and Barbatos decided that he would make you deliver documents more often.

Raphael

Raphael had asked you to come shopping with him for new fabric, and when it started to rain on your way back to Purgatory Hall, you both booked it the rest of the way back. Luckily, it wasn’t very far, so when you both arrived at the building, panting in the entryway, you managed to walk – or rather run – away with only a slightly damp shirt. However, Raphael still insisted you both change shirts – if for no other reason than to just avoid the discomfort of damp clothes.

He brought you into his room, and after finding a top that would fit you and a suitable replacement for his own shirt, he started to strip. It was easier than it should have been to forget how pretty Raphael could be – especially when he was quite literally damp and pathetic. You felt sinfully drawn towards him.

“Hey, Raph,” you called out to him. He let out a little “hm” as he placed his shirt in the laundry hamper. You snuck up behind him and bit into his neck below his choker – and you weren’t exactly gentle about it. His skin was cool to the touch, and it made your mouth feel even hotter against him.

“Ah- ow. Why are you putting your teeth in me?” He asked. You released him to speak but he stopped you and reached behind him to place a hand on your back. Raphael pulled you closer to his body and admitted, “n-no. Keep going. I like how it feels.”

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen, Mephistopheles version)

(Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor version)

[firsttimewriter92]

My haven could be you - Part 2

Joel Miller x f!reader (18+) - Part 1 , Part 3

Summary: Joel doesn´t really know how to approach you but an opportunity presents itself in the form of a very unwelcome man

Word count: 8.250

Warnings: angst, creep, phisical fight, injuries, flirting, pining, feelings, hidden desire, dirty talk, PinV intercourse, rough, cursing, MINORS DNI!!!

Authors note: Here it is :) The highly requested Part 2. It´s gettin´ steamy my loves. Hold onto your panties! Not proveread yet

Giddily you stood in front of your mirror in the corner of your living room, admiring the beautiful pale green dress that Lauren fitted for you. The material was flowing around your legs, your waist comfortably embedded in various strings of golden and green stripes of fabric. Your chest was accentuated in a way you hadn’t seen in years and it made you feel incredible. You couldn’t remember the last time you tried to look good or even sexy. Naked had been your usual sexy if you wanted it. And it always worked. But that wasn’t an option for today of course.

Maria wanted a celebration and asked everyone to just let go for one evening and to dress up as best as they could. You turned again and grinned wildly as you captured your reflection in the mirror. You felt giddy and excited. Tonight was the night you wanted to not think about anything more than just having a good time. If that involved Joel or better yet, his hands and mouth, then you´d gladly fall into it. Hopefully he´d be there, though you had a feeling that either Tommy or Ellie would drag him to the barn by the ears if he tried to stay home.

Your hair was shiny and perfectly framed your face the last time you took a look in the mirror. Smiling to yourself you threw on your jacket and hurried down the steps. The sun was just setting but the air was still slightly warm with the first powerful rays of sunshine. Many other people were on the way to the barn and a bubbly, light atmosphere lay itself over Jackson like a comfortable blanket. The air smelled of bonfires, flowers and meat that was grilling in the barn´s kitchen.

As you entered the venue a trembling breath of awe escaped you. Fairy lights and colourful lightbulbs illuminated the wooden walls. A delicious smell hung in the warm, thick air as you walked further inside, greeting people left and right, kissing Lauren on the cheek when you passed her. Her eyes were round and she squealed in delight as she looked you up and down. She patted your cheek affectionately. “My dear, you look fabulous. It´s exactly as I´d hoped it would look on you. Oh, sweet child. I hope you have the time of your life tonight. God knows we could all use an evening like this.” You smiled at her. “Thank you so much, Lauren. I´m absolutely in love with it. You outdid yourself. Please, enjoy the evening.”

Rock music was coming from the old Jukebox as you conversed with Michael and Jenna behind the bar. The young couple was your age and close to being first time parents. You really liked them. “Oh, no. ___, don’t look up but Levi is coming over” Michael said and rolled his eyes. Your stomach sank. Levi came to Jackson about six months after you did and for some reason would just not get the hint that you weren’t interested. There were not many singles in Jackson, especially around the same age but Levi…Levi was much younger than you and that was just something you couldn’t ignore. Mostly because of the fact that he acted his age but…more aggressive and a little condescending. He just couldn’t comprehend the fact that he wasn’t this prime piece that every woman licked theirs fingers for.

“___” he drawled lazily as he leaned onto the counter right next to you. A cocky grin on his lips. “Levi” you said with a thin smile and quickly raised your shot glass in greeting. You really hoped your body language would do the trick this time but no such luck. Of course. “How ´bout you dance with me, little mama?” A disgusted shiver ran down your spine at that. Little Mama? What the hell? His hand was already at the small of your back when your head whipped around and you snarled at him. “How many times do I have to say it, Levi? Hmm? I am not interested in you. Please, for the love of god, get it through your thick head. You won´t take no for an answer and that tells me everything I need to know.” You raised your chin when you saw that yet again, the message wouldn’t go through. There was no emotion in his eyes as he continued with a twitch of his lips.

“There really is no point in playing hard to get,___. I already like you enough. Tell me” he licked his lips and his eyes dipped to your cleavage. You felt your blood boiling. Who did that idiot think he was? “When was the last time you had some good old fashioned fun, huh? Come on, baby just imagine it. Your body rocking on top of me-“ “Knock that shit off, Levi. Right now!” Michael boomed just as your hand shot out to slap Levi across the face. He was quick though and gripped your wrist painfully hard. A dangerous and primal glint in his eyes. “There you are, little feisty bird. I like that.” In your periphery you could see Michael hurrying around the bar. Jenna was shouting. “Levi! Let her go or-“ “Or WHAT?” Levi snarled.

“Or I´ll break Every. Single. Bone. in your scrawny body, asshole!”

The next moment you heard the sickening sound of bone crashing against bone. The hand that had held your wrist let go and Levi went flying several feet backwards and onto the ground. A wide back stepped halfway in front of you. Clad in a black dress shirt and his signature jeans on, Joel was breathing heavily. His fists were balled at his sides. He watched as Levi stumbled to his feet, grasping onto the bar. “What the fuck, man!” he grunted and held his bleeding nose.

“Go on, boy. Run your mouth some more. Your nose was just the first bone I´m gonna wreck!” Joels voice was cold, menacing and absolutely terrifying.

Finally you saw some sort of regret in Levi´s eyes as he glared at Joel and you. “All right. All right. That little prude better watch where she´s going!” Something snapped in Joel´s neck and like a bull he charged forward. At that moment both Michael and Tommy were by his side holding him back while he shouted at Levi. “You dare come close to her and I swear I will tear you limb from limb!”

“Joel! Quit it!” Tommy huffed while holding his brother back. “He´s not worth it, come on, man! Levi!” Tommy glared at him. “Get the fuck out and be glad that I´m not turning him lose!” Levi stumbled and moved quickly towards the doors. At that point several people were paying attention to the scene. Your whole body was shaking with nerves and rage. Your eyes were trained on Joel´s back as he shook Tommy and Michael off. He was still breathing heavily. Tommy looked at you apologetically. “You alright,___?” he asked. You nodded your head. “Yeah, I´m fine. Nothing happened.” Joel turned to you. Your eyes met and your heart stuttered in your chest. His eyes were warm when they met yours. He hung his head a little and looked at you ever so softly. A little worried. You smiled at him and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Maria hurried over to you. “___, is everything okey?” You smiled at her. “Yes, all good. I´m sorry Levi made such a scene.” Maria shook her head immediately. “Don’t apologize. Levi was way out of line. Something worse could have happened.” She turned to Joel. “Thank you for stepping in, Joel. Really.” Joel nodded his head. “There´s ice in the back. ___, how about you take Joel and make sure his hand is cooled down?” Did she just wink at you? Nervously you swallowed as heat crept up your neck.

You looked at Joel again and waved him over. He followed you immediately as you made your way to the back where the kitchen was. Fabiola was the main chef and still buzzling around the various pots and pans. “___, my love, what are you doing back here? You should celebrate.” She gave Joel a slightly weary look. “We need some ice, Fabiola. Joel…he…um…” Joel lifted his hand sheepishly and Fabiola´s eyes went wide as plates. “Oh, dio mio!! Sí, certo…ice. Over here.” She came back with some ice wrapped in a dish towel and handed it to you. “I´ll leave you two alone for a moment.”

“Here, sit.” You gestured to a wooden box in the corner where he sat down. You pulled a small stool towards you to sit down across from him. You had to smile slightly as you remembered how sweet little Fabiola needed that stool to basically reach anything.

You took the dish towel and reached out for Joel´s hand. It was angry red and his knuckles were split a little. “Looks painful” you said as you carefully pressed the ice to his hand. He didn’t even flinch, only exhaled a long breath. “´S nothin´. I´ve had worse.” Your eyes met yet again. He was smiling. The corner of his eyes crinkling so enticingly you had a hard time not to reach out and caressing the side of his face. “I wanted to thank you. For standing up for me” you said sincerely. He raised his brow in question. “No need to thank me. That little bastard had it coming as soon as he lay a hand on you. If not me, you probably would´ve kicked his lights out within the minute. I saw your face when he grabbed you.” Joel sounded almost proud when you chuckled and paid attention to his hand again.

“Although I would have liked to see you give him hell…I….I couldn’t stop myself.” Your hand that was holding his moved a little. Almost caressing his palm. “Like I said” you said with a smile. “I don’t mind at all. In this day and age, it´s quite nice when someone stands up for you. Looks out for you…protects you.” You ended your sentence with a small unsure voice and forced yourself to look at him again. When you did, his eyes held nothing but soft determination. He nodded to let you know that´s exactly what his motives were. “You know” you said with a chuckle. “This is the longest conversation we´ve had so far.” Joels eyes dulled a little. “Yeah” he said and sighed. “That´s…that´s pretty much my fault. I…I´m not exactly a very social person anymore.” You nodded slowly.

“I get it. I mean, the circumstances and all…You just don’t know who to trust anymore.” You shrugged. Joel studied your face carefully. “I´m sorry” he said in a small voice. Your head whipped up. “What for?” you asked, genuinely confused. “I must come across like some asocial asshole. Not talking much.” He looked genuinely upset. Again your fingers lightly brushed the inside of his palm to try and reassure him. “Not talking much doesn’t make you an asshole, Joel” you lightly giggled. “I can only share my own experience but,” you grabbed his hand a little tighter. “When I first came to Jackson I didn’t know how to let go either. I was on edge all the time. Couldn’t sleep or eat properly. I always waited for that one blow.” Joel´s eyes went a little wide and he blinked several times. “Jackson is a safe place, Joel. For you, for Tommy, Maria, me, everyone, really…and of course Ellie.” You smiled up at him. “Not to sound bratty but,” you smirked at him as you saw a blush creep up his neck. “You could really do with a good night’s sleep and some relaxation. You´re tense.”

Joel hung his head and huffed out a good natured laugh. Your pulse picked up again. “Yeah, I know.” He raised his eyes to yours again, a thankful look in them. “I know I could relax here. Ellie doesn’t have any problems. It´s just…” You grasped onto his hand carefully. Your touch strong enough this time to make it clear that it wasn’t fleeting or a touch by chance. “There is nothing here in Jackson that could rob you of a good sleep, Joel. You´re safe.”

Joel´s face visibly relaxed as he heard those words. He knew they were true but hearing them was another thing. He leaned forward slightly. “Have a drink with me” he whispered with conviction as his slightly injured palm closed around your hand. You grinned immediately and nodded your head. “I´d love to.”

His lips twitched and he got up from the crate, pulling you from the little stool with him gently. Something shifted in the air slightly. Joel´s fingertips still brushed against the sensitive skin of your wrist. He must´ve felt your pulse hammering like a hummingbird´s heart. Not being able to look at you his eyes were trained on his hand holding yours. A thickness lay itself over the two of you as you studied his features again. Strong eyebrows were slightly pinched. He looked like he was concentrating hard on something. The moment his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips slightly, you could see clearly that he´d felt the shiver that shook your body momentarily. There was no time or space however for any kind of embarrassment. Why hide anything now. If you wanted something you might as well let him know what it was. All he could do was reject you. And that would at least finally set you free.

A strained sigh escaped him and slowly he made eye contact again. You knew you were breathing heavily at this point. The two of you standing way closer than you needed to at this point. His scent crept up your nose and little fireworks of pure desire started dancing in your brain. He smelled of minty soap, crisp spring winds and something earthy and strong that could only be his own scent. It made you dizzy in combination with his curious chocolate brown eyes, holding you captive in this loaded moment.

As if he wasn´t able to stop it, Joel´s other hand lifted slowly. Still holding your gaze you felt his fingertips light as a feather touching the skin of your cheek. By this time you knew you were sweating. A tickling sensation running down your back as you marvelled in the slight touch of his breath on the tip of your nose. Joel´s thumb carefully stroked over your cheekbone. “Let me get to know you. I want to know you.” His voice was quiet and so sincere, you knew immediately that this man would be worth waiting for. Your desire for him grew into something softer, more determined. Into something driven to make him happy, make him feel safe, wanted and cherished. You closed your eyes for a moment and slightly leaned your head into his still lingering touch. When you opened your eyes again, the look in his eyes was a mixture of disbelieve, relieve and simmering affection.

You nodded your head gently. “Then stay close” you said with a little smile. “Don’t hide from me.” Joel hummed when he stepped back slightly and let go of your face and hand. You could still feel the burn of his skin on yours. “I won´t. You´ll see that I can be quite…determined.” His tone was almost playful in the end and you loved every second of it. Your lips split into a grin as you moved towards the door back into the barn. The close proximity in which you passed him, the little smile you gave him while doing so and the accentuated swing of your hips did exactly what you´d hoped. A little strangled sound came from the man behind you before you heard hurried footsteps and then a big, warm hand at the small of your back as he lead you through the door with a smitten smile.

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It was almost like a switch had been flipped inside Joel. He smiled more, although still only shortly it was always sincere. He was outside more often, actively reaching out to different people. He didn’t go on patrol every single day anymore but instead helped around any construction site there was in the city. He helped build new stables for the horses as it was now foaling season and had his meals more often with Tommy and Ellie in the barn. He still wasn’t very much relaxed but you knew he made an effort. How did you know? You knew in the way he opened every single door for you whenever you were together. You knew in the way he began to cock out his hip or his knee whenever he stood next to you, trying to stand more comfortably. You also knew by the way you sometimes caught him looking at you with a butter soft look that made your heart jump into your throat. You´d spent several minutes a day just talking and walking to wherever you needed to go but it was always him that soughed you out. He´d stand next to you suddenly and just start talking. Not that you minded in the slightest.  

Just as in this moment. His elbows leaned against the door of the stable as he observed you with interest. You were checking up on your favourite mare that was about to give birth. Checking how lose the muscles in her behind were, you raised your eyebrows at her. “Not long now, huh?” you smiled and walked around her to stroke her head affectionately. “Don´t rush it though, ok? I´d like to sleep in tomorrow if you don’t mind.” The animal pushed it´s head more into your hand as you chuckled. You turned around and saw Joel smiling at you. Again you could feel what his presence and wide frame did to you.

“Have dinner with me” he said softly, a slight nervous undertone in his baritone voice. You blinked a bit bewildered. “Ellie already asked me if I wanted to join you tonight. You two need to communicate better” you winked at him playfully. Joel rubbed his neck and suddenly looked everywhere except for you. Something was a bit off. “Jesus” he muttered under his breath. With a throb of your heart you saw how his neck and cheeks suddenly turned bright red. “What I meant was…dinner with me” he lifted his head and there they were again. Those damn puppy eyes. “Just me.” Again you blinked at him while your brain was desperately trying to catch up. “Oh” you said lamely before the adrenalin in your blood made sure he wouldn’t take it as a rejection. Quickly you added “Yes!” Ok, that was way too loud. Reign it in! “Yes” you cleared your throat and answered a little less breathless. “I can do that. Dinner, yes. Totally.” It was so blatantly obvious that you hadn´t been asked out to dinner in literal decades, your stomach turned at the cringeworthy tone of your voice. Thankfully even Joel seemed to be like a fish out of water himself. He stared at you for a second before your answer really penetrated his consciousness. “Great” he said and drummed a short rhythm against the wood of the stable door with his palms. “Great. Dinner, my place. Pick you up at seven?” You nodded your already swimming head. “Sounds perfect.”

He nodded again as a smile appeared on his face making his eyes crinkle so enticingly. “See you at seven,___” he said your name so softly that it made your toes curl. “Yeah. I´ll be ready” you breathed. Again he grinned as he turned around and walked away with a distinct pep in his step.

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“Dakota!!” you yelled as you stormed into the bakery looking for your friend. “Ducky!”

“What, what?? Who died?” You saw her head pop around the corner as always smudged with flour.

“I need your help” you panted as you leaned against the counter, grinning like a mad man.

“Ah, so no one died. Great” Dakota chuckled and walked over to you. “Now what´s got you so excited?” You looked at your slightly younger but surely closest female friend you´ve made in the last year. “Joel” you whispered giddily.

“Fair” Dakota said with a chuckle. “I know you religiously ruin your panties over that man but what exactly has he done now? Breathed next to you? Uh, did he defend your honour again? I swear the way you two looked at each other that evening, I would have thought you´d both already be boning like rabbits.” She ended with a laugh as she saw your wide eyes. “Ducky, this isn’t funny. He asked me on a date. A date!” She raised an eyebrow in question. “Seriously? Mr. Deathglare´s asked for a date?” You nodded your head wildly. “Well, would you look at that” Dakota actually sounded impressed. “Knew you´d be a good influence on him. Good for you!” She hugged you. “You did say yes, didn’t you?”

You snorted. “Very much like a freshmen in High School but yes, I did.” Dakota looked at you amused. “And now you need….?”

“I need to go through your stash. Just to be safe” you said quickly. Dakotas eyes went wide. “Ohhhhhh, you little minx. Of course, of course. We need to be safe. Come on, let´s go.” With a little giggle you followed your best friend who was dragging you to the back of the bakery where her flat was.

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Your nerves were raging through your body. Why were you so incredibly nervous. You knew Joel liked you enough to ask you out, he liked you enough to get between you and potential danger, he liked you enough to touch you so delicately. The fact that you seriously had a chance…that was it. It was surreal because it actually happened. Not just in your vivid imagination but in real life. Seven was only two minutes away when a knock to your door made you jump. You hurried over to your front door and…fuck. Fuck, you were done for! Joel stood in front of you with a little bouquet of wilflowers. He was wearing a dark blue V-Neck T-shirt that nearly made you salivate. A darker pair of jeans than he usually wore hugged his hips as well as a leather belt with a prominent belt buckle. In true southern fashion he slightly inclined his head while holding eye contact and extended the bouquet towards you. Only now you realised that his usual curls were somewhat tamed and gently fell over his ears.

“You look beautiful” he said gently as you took the flowers with a slight tremble of your hand. A bright smile adorned your face as you replied. “Thank you, Joel. You clean up very well I have to say.” Joel´s ears went slightly pink as he chuckled deep in his chest. “One moment” you said as you turned around and reached for a small vase standing on the little table in your entryway. You put the flowers in some water and put them on your coffee table. Hurrying back to Joel who was patiently waiting you closed and locked your door before looking up at him. He had a fond expression on his face as he offered you his arm. You just knew he saw the pulse hammering in your neck. “What a gentleman” you giggled as he lead you down the stairs and towards his house at the end of the street. Joel gave you a boyish grin that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“I was raised in Texas, darlin´” Ohhhhh, that southern drawl. He was laying on thick and you gobbled it right up. “My nan would haunt me if I lost my manners in front of a lady.” You blew a dismissing raspberry into the air and his head whipped down to you. “What?” he asked a bit confused. “´M hardly a lady, Joel. That was a long time ago.”

He regarded you with a bit of a confused and curious look before he lightly shook his head. “I´m sorry but I beg to differ” he grinned again. “When I got ready just now I suddenly felt like I haven´t felt in decades. Like it was a normal night. Just…simply date night. It still feels like it although everything is so different.” You nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. “I didn’t date much before the breakout” he confessed a bit sheepishly. “But I recognise a lady when I see one.” You giggled and shook your head a little.

You arrived at his house only a few moments later. He let go of your arm only to unlock the door and guide you into his home. A delicious smell came from the kitchen and invaded the living and dining room. Joel took your little bag and lay it on the counter of his kitchen. You followed him and saw that he must have prepared some kind of “Chilli?” you asked fascinated. Joel smiled proudly. “Yes. I used to make this all the time. Probably because it´s the only thing I don’t completely ruin when it comes to cooking. Do you…do you like Chilli?” You nodded your head immediately. He smirked a little. “Come here” he said in a bit of a raspy voice and waved you over, the sentence vibrating in your guts.

You went over to him and stood right next to him when he opened the lid of the pot. Joel gave you a spoon and nodded encouragingly towards the chilli. Dunking it in and blowing on it gently, your eyes nearly rolled inside your head as an appreciative sigh bubbled up your throat. “Good lord, Joel. This is fantastic!” Joel´s eyes blitzed with happiness. He took a small step towards you, completely stepping into your space and you welcomed him there without hesitation. He gently took the spoon from your fingers and lay it on the counter without breaking eye contact. You swallowed hard when you saw that his eyes took on a bit of a hungry look. “You really look quite beautiful tonight” he said lowly. “I thought you were the first time I saw you. And at Maria´s Birthday…the only word that came to mind when I saw you was angelic.”

Your knees nearly gave out. Was this it? You couldn’t say anything. Didn’t know how to express what he made you feel. “I apologise if I seemed uninterested or rude. I couldn’t let go of my worries. Needed to think about Ellie but believe me, you were…are on my mind constantly.” You knew your eyes were wide as plates at this point. “I can´t say that dating has been a priority for me. Of course it hasn’t  but…it´s funny how safety and consistency can change ones priorities. I don’t want to run around anymore. This place has everything Ellie and I need.” Your heart swelled when you heard him talking about the young girl with so much fondness.

When his hands landed on your waist, your breath hitched but you didn’t move even an inch. “Please tell me if I interpret this wrong but I kinda hoped, you know…” He was failing to maintain the eye contact longer and just looked at your neck instead. Still tongue tied you tried to reassure him as best you could. Your hands lifted themselves and gently you lay them on his firm chest. With a disbelieving chuckle you felt how his own heart was going ballistic underneath your palm. “Joel” you whispered heavily. “I´m glad you get to relax finally. I´m glad you want to stay here. I´m glad…you´re not interpreting this wrong. I…I´m hopelessly attracted to you.” He genuinely seemed surprised for a moment. His hands on your waist flexed before gripping onto you a little tighter. His head dipped towards you until his nose brushed yours ever so gently. “You are?” he whispered almost in awe. You nodded against his nose and laughed lightly. “Yes” you said with a much stronger voice. “And if you don´t kiss me already I´m gon—hmmm!” He took your invitation without question and pressed his lips to yours in a bit of a clumsy but electrifying manner. Your skin immediately started to burn, especially the moment one of his hands landed on the side of your neck and his thumb began to circle your pulse point. It took everything in you not to whimper.

The kiss wasn’t very long or passionate. It was more of a finding of rhythm, what pressure the other liked most, finding an understanding of what was happening. His beard tickled your skin so deliciously while his warm hands nearly scourged your skin. When you separated however, the look you gave one another was clear as day. Pure longing and excitement. Joel reached out blindly and fumbled for the stove, turning it off. He checked for any sign of protest from you but only saw a light smirk on your face.

The next moment was like some kind of floodgates opened. His arm wound around your waist completely as he turned you and pressed you to his fridge, the other hand still on your neck. This time a little whimper did escape you and gave him all the permission he needed. Surging down he enveloped your upper lip with his in a swirl of passion. Your arms went around his neck as you quickly kissed him back in kind. It was open mouthed kisses and grabbing hands. From your neck over your arm down to your ribcage he used the momentum he had on you to fully grab onto your thigh and guide it roughly up to his hip.

A moan came from both of you when he made himself at home against your other thigh. Gently you tucked at the curls in his neck and he answered with a little lick to your lower lip, testing the waters. Your insides were on fire in an instant. How would you ever survive a night with this man if simple making out almost made you lose your fucking mind?

Slowly Joel introduced his tongue into the kiss more and more. And with every new troke against your own you clung to him more. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy this. An long groan came from him and without thinking about it he started to grind his groin against your leg. Breathing heavily against his mouth you panted. “Fuck, Joel. You sure you haven´t done this in a while?” He grinned and lightly tucked at your lip with his teeth. Kissing a line over your cheek and down to your neck he answered. “I didn’t date. No good reason to do that out there. But I´m just a man. There was one or the other woman, I can´t lie. But yes, it´s been a while. God, you are delicious.” His tongue licked a  stripe from your neck up to your ear. When he bit your earlobe your whole body twitched in anticipation.

The hand on your thigh pressing it to his hip moved slowly upwards pushing your skirt up in the process. Joels fingers stroked your soft skin with a soft hum on his lips. “Tell me, pretty girl” he rasped into your ear. “Would you allow an old man to take you to bed?” You nodded quickly and bit your lip as you gave him more access to your neck. “No, no, darlin´. I need to hear it. Indulge me in that sweet voice of yours.” You tried to pull yourself together enough to answer him. “Yes. J-Joel. Take me to bed, please.”

Hearing your pleading tone he growled against your throat and his grip on you became bruising. Connecting your lips again he this time almost kissed you silly. His scent in your nose, his obvious desire for you and the noises he made, made it impossible to think about anything else than wanting to please this man into oblivion. He disconnected from you with an impatient grunt but smiled down at you when he saw your already billed out expression. He let your leg go and slowly made sure you could stand somewhat stable. Stroking your face again affectionately he gave your nose a tiny peck before speaking.

“I want you to be sure about this,___. I would hate for you to regret it afterwards. I can wait or stop right now if you want me to. I just…god, I´ve thought about this so many times. I want to do this right.” You stood on your toes and gave him a slow, loving kiss. “Take me to bed, Joel. I´m sure. I want you” you smiled. He closed his eyes in relieve and took a deep breath. When he opened them again to look at you a shiver ran down your spine. His gaze was determined, filled with lust and want. “Yes, ma´am” he simply rasped and took your hand, heading towards his bedroom upstairs.  

You stumbled into his room, kissing and already undressing. Joel was pulling your pullover over your head and groaned long in his throat when you saw your bra. You tucked at his shirt impatiently and he willingly pulled it over his head. Too far gone by the perfect swell of your breasts to worry about his physical appearance. He didn’t need to worry anyway. Your hand moved over his chest, shoulders and down his torso until be was a panting mess before you. Basically holding onto your hips just to ground himself. When your gentle fingers reached the soft pouch of his tummy, tickling the soft hairs of his treasure trail he was almost about to lose it.

Joel started walking towards his bed pulling you with him. He sat down and without hesitation you pulled down your skirt, kicked it away and moved to straddle his lap. A hiss came from you when he grabbed fistfuls of your ass and squeezed hard. “Sorry” he panted and smoothed his palms over your behind. “You´re just too…You´re so much more perfect than I imagined.” You could feel your confidence spike tenfold at that and you started nibbling on his neck. “You imagined this?” you asked cockily. He hummed and pulled your lips to his again. “Every fucking day, baby” he said against them. “Fuck, so did I.” Your hips began to rotate your hips on his lap. His cock pressing insistently against your pussy.

Joel was still wearing his Jeans. That had to be uncomfortable. Licking his lips enticingly you ground your hips down harder and watched as his eyes nearly fluttered shut. “Ok, Ok, you little siren, I get it. Up” he said with a strained chuckle. A sharp slap to your ass made you yelp before you scrambled off his lap, if very reluctantly. The price you were about to receive though made it worth it. Joel stood quickly and fumbled with his belt before pushing the offensive pair of Jeans down his strong thighs and off. The clanking of the buckle made you shiver uncontrollably and as soon as Joel was only in his boxers your impatience peaked. Pushing him down on the bed you crawled on top of him and looked down at his quite surprised face.

“Let me make you feel good, Joel. Relax for me, yeah?” You kissed his collar bone and felt him take a deep, rumbling breath. “This is more than I ever imagined. Baby. You can do whatever you´d like. Just stay right there.” His tone was almost whiny as his hands moved over your thighs slowly. “Whatever I like?” you asked with a cheeky smile against his pectorals. He groaned. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Anything you want.”

You moved your head next to his ear again and whispered in the lowest, most seductive voice you could muster “What if I want you inside of me?” Joel almost choked on his own spit. His hands grabbing onto your ass possessively. “Don’t talk like that, little one. Don’t…oh fuck. Good lord.” You could feel his cock throbbing against your underwear. A little droplet of sweat ran down the valley of your spine before you gathered your wits again.

Knowing that this was it, this was happening, you quickly stood up from the bed. Joels head whipped up in protest. “The hell do you think you´re goin´, beautiful?” You gave him a grin over your shoulder and bent down to get your skirt right in front of him. He fell back onto the bed and pushed his hand down his face dramatically. “Move your sweet ass back over here, for the love of god” he growled.

“Patience, Mr. Miller” you said as you sauntered over to him again. The condom secure in your hand. He saw the foiled packaging and nodded in understanding. “I was almost too far gone to think about that” he muttered. “Good thing you have me then” you said as you straddled him again. He looked up at you. His eyes held something appreciative, thankful and absolutely fascinated in them. A warm and calloused hand reached out for your cheek and held it gently. You clasped his hand with yours. “Touch me, Joel” you whispered and guided his hand down over your collarbone and over your breasts. His fingers twitched when they made contact with your bra.

Letting go of his hand you reached behind you and unclasped it. When the straps fell down your shoulders his hand tucked lightly and pulled it off of you. “Sweet Jesus” he breathed and sat up in one fluid motion. Looking at your chest with lust blown eyes, he peppered it with light kisses, both his hands now brushing over your sides. A warm, wet tongue darted out and licked over your already pebbled nipple. “Shit” you cursed as you felt your pussy throbbing immediately.

“Knew it” he groaned and suckled the hardened bud a little more forcefully. “Knew you´d be so sensitive.” You nodded blindly, pushing your chest closer to his face. “Feels so good” you breathed. “Bet you could cum just like this, couldn’t you, hm? Just with me paying attention to your incredible tits.” His voice vibrated over your skin making you oh so desperate. “Joel, please” you muttered as you buried your face in his hair. “I know, sweetheart, I know” he panted and lifted his hips up into you. His cock hard and hot against the ever growing wet spot between your legs. With a light yank of his hair he stared up at you before you attacked his lips with all the desperation you felt at that moment. “Take them off” you said insistently and moved your hands to the waistband of his boxers.

Nodding against your lips he lay back down while you straightened up on your knees and watched as he pushed his boxers down and shook them off his legs. Joels cock was already angry red and jumping against his little belly. You licked your lips unconsciously before slowly lowering your hips down again. “You´re a literal goddess, you know that?” Joel asked. You smiled at him. “Do you want me to get rid of these too?” you asked and snapped the hem of your panties against your skin. Joel nodded quickly.

It wasn’t exactly very gracious the way you pulled them down your legs but it was quick and efficient. Joel had already unwrapped the condom and was just rolling it down his shaft. You grabbed his hands and intertwined your fingers as you angled your hips, rubbing your wetness over his shaft. “Fucking hell” he grunted. “Baby, that all for me?” His dark eyes were trained on the spot where the head of his cock gently bumped your clit again and again. “Yes” you whimpered. “All because of you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Wanna feel you so bad. Wanna make you cum so bad, please. Hurry up and put it in.” Joel hissed when you grabbed his heavy cock and angled it to your entrance.

With a long and beautiful moan you slowly worked it inside of you. The feeling of him inside of you was something you´d never experienced. Not because he was big but because of the absolute joy you felt when you saw what it did to him. His eyes where shut, head thrown back onto the pillow and droplets of sweat adorned his greying temples. He looked truly blissed out and it spurred you on like nothing else. To get his attention you squeezed around him the moment he bottomed out. “Ohhh, hell. Yes, sweet girl. Yes!” His eyes snapped open again. “Baby” his voice had a warning tone. “Baby, you need to move. I can´t…´s too much. Feel so incredible. Please move, ´m sorry. Can´t” he whined.

Your whole lower body seized at his admission and without thinking you started to move your hips back and forth. The sensation was instant and powerful. You didn’t know how he did it. If it was the angle, his size of the pure desperation that surged through your body but only a few swivels of your hips in you felt an intense pulsing and the tell-tale knot forming in your lower belly.

“What the fuuuuck” you moaned and moved a little more aggressively. “Joel…fuck, that’s it! Oh, god. Ahhh. What´re you doing?” Joel groaned when he felt you squeezing him yet again. “___” he breathed. “Fuck it´s perfect. You´re perfect. Good fuckin´ girl, come on! Ridin´ me so fucking good, hmmhpf.” Getting up on your kneed a bit you really started to ride his cock in earnest and were immediately rewarded by a shout of pleasure and slightly higher pitched whimpers. “Yes, yes, yes” he panted with every fall of your hips onto his length.

“You´ve no idea how much I want you. So gorgeous. Cum for me baby, please. Cum for me, cum for me.” You whined when his words penetrated your fuzzy mind and twisted the knot in your belly that much more. “So good. Can feel you clenching around me, darlin´. Come on. Just a bit more. ´M so close. Wanna come for you, baby.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers filled the room and it couldn’t be more perfect. Your hands were on his chest to balance yourself and his were on your hips, helping you bounce on his cock. “Shit! Oh god.” Suddenly Joel´s fingers gripped your hips tighter, digging into your flesh as he planted his feet onto the mattress. “Sweetheart, I´m so close. Tell me you´re close, please” he pleadingly looked up at you, almost panicked. You just nodded your head. You couldn’t even form a normal sentence the way his cock pushed inside of you and making your mind foggy with every drag.

“Thank fuck” he growled and began lifting his hips upwards. A scream erupted from your throat when you felt the true strength of his thrusts. He was overwhelming. Moaning you collapsed onto his chest, panting against his pectorals as his arms wound themselves around your sweaty back and pressed you closer to him.

“Joel, fuck. I´m close. Please, please hurry” you almost whaled while hiccupping and damn near salivating onto his sun kissed skin.

“Thaaaat´s it! That´s it, come on, honey, take it! Take all of it. Doin´ so good for me. Fuck! Fuck! Yes, hhhmmmm.” Not even a minute later and you felt the knot unravel. You wanted to warn him.

“Joel!” you cried out but couldn’t manage more than that before you violently started shivering and convulsing. Overwhelming pleasure surged white and hot through you while the rushing in your ears was so loud, you almost didn’t hear your own scream or even Joels words.

“Oh, shit!! Perfect, fucking perfect, baby. Taking it so good. Fuck! I´m coming, coming with you baby. Right now, keep going, keep going! Fuck! Ahhhhh,___! HHMMMNGG!” Arching his back to press himself as deep as he could reach he released all the pent up desire he had for you into the condom. “Shit! Shit!” he panted, gradually becoming quieter as he held onto your still twitching body on top of his. His hand loosened a little around you and he brushed his palms soothingly over your back to try and bring you back down from your high. Even though his own hadn’t subsided yet in the slightest. He still couldn’t really feel his legs by the time you groggily lifted your head and a pair of eyes filled with disbelieve and wonder looked at him.

A slow smile spread on your face as you leaned up and began peppering his face with kisses. He laughed lightly, still trying to catch his breath as you lovingly traced the laugh lines around his eyes. “Hello, there” you giggled. Joel groaned and covered his eyes with his palm, giggling. “Really?” he asked. “I just rocked your world and you come at me with a Star Wars reference?” You gently nipped on his collarbone. “How about I tell everyone you rocked my whole galaxy? Am I allowed Star Wars references then?” His chest swelled at your words and he carefully brushed his knuckles over your cheek and shook his head. “You´ve got me wrapped around every beautiful finger you possess, darlin´. You can make all the Star Wars references you want.” A dreamy smile appeared on your lips and you leaned in to kiss him.

Joel slowly moved you to his side, slipping from your warm cavern with a slight hiss. He removed the condom, tied and discarded it. He wrapped you in his arms and moved your head into the crook of his neck where you contently breathed in his musky scent. Suddenly your stomach began to gurgle comically. Joel broke out into a full belly laugh. A sound you so thoroughly enjoyed, your whole body began to buzz. Joel nuzzled your nose and kissed it. “How ´bout I go downstairs and get you a bowl of Chilli, hm? We could eat it in bed. I do need the fuel for next time.” With his last words he began suckling on the skin of your neck while you already felt those sweet, sweet shivers again.

“Next time?” you asked hopefully. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Don´t think I´ll let you out this bed until Ellie comes back tomorrow. You stay right where you are.” With a last squeeze of your waist he turned around and stood from the bed. He walked over to his boxers and with every step he took your mouth watered.

When he pulled up his boxers and exited the room you fell over onto the mattress with a girlish squeak. Then, after musing about what you wanted to do to him next time, you heard a door fall shut downstair and Joel shouting. “Jesus, fuck!”

“Joel!” you yelled and jumped off the bed. Quickly you looked around and saw a big bath towel on his dresser. Quickly wrapping yourself in it you went downstairs to see what´d happened. Joel was standing at the foot of the stairs, attention on the front door where you heard a voice….Oh, crap!

“What are you doing here, Ellie? I asked you to stay out tonight” you saw Joel pinch the bridge of his nose. Ellie stood at the front door when you slowly came into view. “I forgot something and…I really understand that you need some alone time with your date, Joel. But I live here too, you know. Why are you in your boxers?” she asked and wrinkled her nose. Then her attention snapped to you, clad in only a towel on the stairs. “Ellie-“ Joel began exasperated but it was already too late.

“No fucking way, dude!” Ellie pointed at the both of you. “You sly old horndog, you already boned, didn’t you? It´s not even that late!” She doubled over laughing while Joel gave you an apologetic look. “Did you even get to eat anything before he jumped your bones?” she asked, addressing you directly. You grinned at the teenager and descended the stairs until you were one step above Joel. Reaching out and wrapping your arms around his shoulder, your chin on his head you winked at her.

“Not yet, we were just fuelling up for round two. You better get what you forgot and skedaddle if you don’t want to hear him-“ “Oh hell, no!” Ellie covered her ears and made a beeline to her own room across the dining room. Joel turned in your arms and looked up at you lovingly. “Move in” he said earnestly. You laughed and kissed him. “She´s a teenage girl, Joel. You need to fight fire with fire.”

Ellie came out of her room, gave you another disgusted look and opened the front door. Before leaving though she turned around one more time. “You two better be decent when I get back tomorrow. And for the love of god, use protection.” With a very light smirk on her lips she turned and closed the door. You gave Joel another peck on the cheek. “So, how about that Chilli?” He grinned at you and nodded. “Get your sexy ass upstairs and into my bed. I´ll be there in a second.” Another kiss that left you dizzy, wet and yearning for more, he slapped your ass lightly and shushed you up the stairs, grinning after you with a light and happy feeling filling his chest

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[dadbodbuck]

gettin' steamy

This is part of my Kinktober 2022 project! (Yes, it is November 2024. Sometimes you get distracted.)

WORD COUNT: 2870

PAIRING: Buck/Tommy

PROMPTS: Shower sex

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Trans Buck, light dom/sub, multiple orgasms

Read it here on Ao3!

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

(Decided to write a couple of entries for Kinktober, since my OTP were chatty for a bit. No smut in this one, but things get a little steamy. Enjoy!)

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, mon amie..." Gambit purred into my ear, hands sliding onto my hips.

I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at the dark-eyed mutant leering at me.

"Why, are you hungry, Cajun?" I asked lightly.

His red eyes gleamed with mischief, pupils dilating.

"Hungry, chère?" He pushed his body into mine, pressing me tightly against the kitchen counter as his lips skimmed my ear. "I'm starved."

A shudder ran down my spine, hot tight heat twisting low in my belly. He must have felt it, as his lips curved into a grin. Planting my hands on the work surface, I pushed back against him.

"We can't do this here, Gambit." I muttered. "Someone's going to walk in here at some point."

"Kitchen's the best place to get a meal, chère." Came the hot reply, his strength pinning me in place. "An' I can't help thinkin' how good you'd taste..." I felt his tongue flick at my earlobe; that did nothing but make me shake my head.

"If you want a meal you can savour, we're going to have to go somewhere more private." I said matter-of-factly. "Even a man starved knows he can only eat his fill if he's undisturbed."

Gambit groaned childishly.

"Please Shadow, Gambit be a man parched - he desperate for a taste of you. You not be as so cruel to deny him longer, surely?"

"Parched? I thought you were hungry." I tried not to smile at his frustrated grumble. "But seriously Gambit, you are going to be infinitely more annoyed if we get interrupted. At least let's go to my room so you can have all the time in the world to sample me, hmm?"

I felt his mouth open to retort, when someone else got there first:

"Am I interrupting something?"

I craned my head over my shoulder to see Storm standing in the doorway, one perfect white eyebrow raised. Gambit drew back away from me, and I gave him a Look.

"Told you so."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I let myself smirk - he'd make me pay for that, and I couldn't wait.

Storm looked between us, clearly putting the pieces together, so I just offered her a smile and a respectful bow of my head. "My apologies, we'll be getting out of your way."

I weaved past her, quickening my pace when I was out of the kitchen and trying to resist giggling nervously. There was no way I'd evade him, but it was always fun to see how far I could get.

It didn't take long for Gambit to catch up in several long strides, briefly pulling me into the side of the hallway, hands all over me.

"You little minx." He growled playfully into my ear, revelling in my giggling. "Teasin' me like that."

"Aw, but I wasn't wrong about us getting interrupted, was I?" I pointed out, even as he gave my neck a nip.

"Maybe ya were right 'bout gettin' a room." He acquiesced, pulling back to look at me properly, smirking. "But when we get dere, Gambit gonna make sure he has his fill."

I smirked back.

"Why of course. Wouldn't want to spoil a meal by rushing it now, would we?"

His wicked grin flashed heat straight into my chest, the recognition of this familiar, tenuous dance we began.

"Sounds like you jus' as hungry as Gambit, mon ombre..." The Cajun purred, as I started leading us to my room.

"Oh, I might have been indulging myself with some tasty little thoughts..." I mused.

"Such as...?"

I paused for a moment, my grin showing teeth.

"The sounds you make when my lips are wrapped around your cock."

Gambit's eyes darkened, and I swore it was his turn to shiver with delight. I pressed on, standing on my tiptoes to whisper: "All I have to do is just run my tongue along you and you melt under me. Such a needy boy..."

To my surprise and delight, his eyes rolled back in his head, a soft, shaky groan escaping him. This vulnerability only lasted for a moment though, his focus sharpening back on me.

"Don' think you can get away teasin' Gambit like dat, brigand..." He growled. "He knows all ya little secrets too." A wide, almost predatory grin as he whispered in my ear: "You one to talk about meltin' at a touch, mon amie, when Gambit just have to tell ya exactly what ya want to hear 'fore ya start beggin' for my touch."

I puffed my chest out, trying to walk a little faster as if I was trying to avoid being ensnared.

"Oh? And what exactly would those words be, Gambit? You have to do better than sly insinuations." I took the stairs in a hurry, not looking back.

"Do I?" He remarked. Curse the Cajun's long legs, he was already closing in again. I dodged his grab for my waist, giggling nervously. "If Gambit remembers correctly, he had ya wet an' squirming' jus' talkin' 'bout everythin' he wants to do to ya de other night."

A throb from between my legs betrayed me. Oh, he was remembering correctly all right. And I remembered that he'd made good on everything he'd said.

"Ya know," Gambit spoke up as we took the turn towards my room. "I bet ya already wet right now." I could hear the eager, hungry grin in his voice. "An' it getting worse every time ya move, ain't it? You wanna ride somethin' dat gives ya more. Maybe," suddenly, his presence right behind me, voice in my ear, "maybe somethin' to fill dat emptiness. Fill ya right to de top..."

My breath hitched, and I just about caught the shaky moan that threatened to escape me, just as I stumbled to my door. Gambit immediately sandwiched me against it, pressing his erection hard into me.

"G-Gambit-" I stuttered, struggling for the key that was now tightly wedged in my pockets. "I-I need-"

"What?" He crooned, rolling his hips against me, giving me just a taste of that delicious friction I needed. "Tell Gambit, mon ombre. Tell him what ya need..."

"I..." I felt my head steaming up like a bathroom mirror, the temptation to let go and fall under this spell of pleasure, let Gambit have his way with me against my door.

But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I...I need my keys, ass." I managed to growl, sliding an arm underneath my chest to give me enough leverage to push back against him, lifting his weight just enough to fish them out.

Gambit leant back to let me unlock the door, yet was soon at my back again, pushing me inside. Although he did politely pause to push it closed behind us.

"So, now we have some privacy..." He turned towards me, a toothy grin on his face as he stalked towards me. "How 'bout we pick up from where we left off? You were tellin' Gambit what you needed, whilst he," his hands drifted to my waist, fingers already beginning to loosen my belt, "were gonna eat his fill..."

I grinned, helping him along by undoing my jeans.

"Well then," I purred as the Cajun tugged my trousers and panties down at the first opportunity, dropping to his knees with the motion. "Bon appetit..."

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Connor MacManus X FemReader

Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over. 

With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.

You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.

“Connor,” you yawned.

“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.

“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”

“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.

“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.

“S’rry.”

Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.

“Connor,” you squeaked.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.

You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.

One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.

“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.

“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.

“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”

“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer. 

Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.

“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.

“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.

You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”

You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.

[theotherrobin]

O lord we gettin' steamy over here

~I don't often draw my ocs together, but Ada and Franklin's love affair has taken over my brain so I needed to draw something to get it out. I'm so happy with how this turned out yall~

[glitterguts13]

The case of the missing prompt has been solved. Mainly because I resubmitted -3-

Anyway hiiiiii. I would like to submit a prompt for Genshin about preggy harem Aether. He’s got a lil harem, polycule situation with Xiao, Kazuha, Childe and Gorou. He’s obviously got his lil alien/celestial biology so he can manipulate his equipment and even has multiple wombs and as such he’s carrying a baby from each guy. I’d totally love to just read about a fluffy, steamy day in his life. Getting loved and doted on and fed and having his tummy rubbed and all of his whims and desires and needs cared for by all of his boyfriends whether they be comfort, sexual, whatever it is. I also want for Gorou to be knocked up too. He’s only been knocked up fairly recently and he’s only 3 or 4 months along so he’s not all fragile like Aether quite yet. I specifically do want a steamy scene between them where Aether and Gorou press their bumps together and make out and such. Hope this isn’t too much and can get the creative juices flowing >3<

I'm glad you found it doll! I was gettin curious what it was too ^^;; TW: weird pregnancy sex. The first word to come to anyone's mind when they see the rag-tag group of...lovers? Friends? Rivals? Is just how bizarre they are together. Aether is well-known around Teyvat for his charming nature, everyone who meets him seems to fall for his smile. Making friends comes as naturally as breathing to him.

No, the issue stemmed from just how Aether managed to get the aloof Xiao, battle-happy Childe, calm and collected Kazhua, and the great general Gorou all in one room together without it ending in at least one death. It didn't make sense, but no one was going to open their mouth and question it either.

"Spoiled." a thick, juicy slice of pork dangled between the ends of Xiao's chopsticks as he held the morsel up to Aether's lips. The traveler takes a bite eagerly, moaning in delight.

"I can't believe you made me go all the way to Liyue Harbor for this." Xiao picks up another slice of pork, this time, popping it into his own mouth. No way was he going all that way to not enjoy some of it as well!

"You could have said no." Aether teases, letting his lover feed him another slice.

"If I did, you'd have just gotten one of the others to go instead. At least I can get there faster." he wasn't wrong in the slightest, whatever Aether wanted, Aether got. With four little ones growing snuggly in his belly, each of the men had only grown more possessive.

The biology of the blonde was strange, unheard of in Teyvat. The closest thing they could equate it to would be one of the half-animal species. Gorou, was the closest to him in a sense, his kind was known for carrying litters, bellies full of pups much smaller than a human baby. Aether seemed to be similar, in a way.

Propped up against Childe's sturdy chest, Aether sighs, closing his eyes and letting his shoulders sag. The richness of the meal sat heavy in his gut, leaving him feeling a little too full.

"Spoiled like a princess~" Childe teases, running his hand along the heavy swell of Aether's belly. Their unborn child kicked and rolled under the flat of his palm, making the travler groan in discomfort.

"They never settle down these days." he whines, poking at his belly.

"That much means their strong and healthy. You're doing a good job keeping them safe." Kazuha moves closer, stealing a bit of pork from the takeout box. There's an annoyed huff somewhere behind Xiao, and Aether peeks over his shoulder to see Gorou. The general was curled up on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

"Come here Gorou," Aether extends a hand to his lover, "This includes you too." his precious puppy had been moody these days, the soft swell in his belly growing more noticeable each passing week. There was a hint of jealousy whenever he looked at just how much the others pampered Aether, and while he tried to remind himself it was only because Aether was much farther along, he still felt a little isolated.

Kazuha wraps his arms around Gorou, pressing a string of kisses down his neck and over his shoulders, mumbling something only the two of them could hear. Gorou's ears twitch, cheeks turning bright red and he struggled to wiggle from the Anemo user's grasp.

"Kazhua! Don't...don't say things like that!" he hisses, scurrying closer to Childe. Kazhua chuckles, waving the general off.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing!" Gorou all but hides behind Childe, tail tucked between his legs, the tip coming up to tickle the underside of his belly.

"I said if he's feeling left out, I'm sure Aether wouldn't mind making him feel better."

"No!" Gorou yelps, "That is most certainly not what you said! You said, 'why don't you and Aether put on a show for us?' Like some kind of pervert!" Childe and Xiao shoot each other a knowing look.

"Don't even start! You can't expect Aether to do something like that right now!" groaning, Gorou rubs his temple, irritation causing a mild headache. The whole lot was just a group of horny perverts, that's what had gotten him and Aether knocked up in the first place!

"Gorou," Aether chuckles, voice dripping with honey, "Come here." he doesn't move, staying behind Childe and pouting. Stubborn, Aether thinks, hauling himself off of Childe's lap and moving closer to the puppy general. Gorou doesn't make any effort to hide, cheeks flushed hot pink as his eyes traveled up and down Aether's body.

"I know it's been hard for you," Aether coos, pressing a kiss to Gorou's cheek, "Let me make you feel better."

"N-no! You can't be doing something like that right now! You need to rest, take it easy!"

"In that case, why don't you make me feel good?" a smile tugs at the corners of Aether's lips, and Gorou reddens even further.

"Do you...want me to?"

"Only if you do." the choice was freely in Gorou's hands, and the little general wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Tail wagging wildly, he gently nudges Aether to lie down. Xiao and Kazhua retreated out of the way, hungry eyes watching their lovers situate themselves.

"If it's too much, you'll tell me, right?" Gorou whispers.

"Without a doubt." Aether assures him, settling down against some pillows and letting Childe undress him fully. Swallowing thickly, Gorou's eyes trace over every part of the traveler's body. His belly was full and round, chest growing a bit softer as his milk came in, cock already half hard. He was beautiful, and Gorou couldn't help himself.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the top of Aether's belly. A soft giggle escapes his lips, belly bouncing as he laughs. Soft lips trail down the curve of his stomach before the flat of his tongue licks a stripe down over his belly button. Aether sucks in a breath, cock going hard.

Seeing his lover's reaction only spurred Gorou on further, tail thumbing against the floor as it wagged. He licks again, teeth nibbling at Aether's navel. The traveler moans, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Childe is watching from behind Gorou, eyes flickering over to Xiao and Kazhua. The three of them share a silent agreement, they could be trying that themselves later.

"You look so cute..." Gorou whispers, "Can I...I want to...try something."

"Do it." Aether doesn't need details, just actions. Shifting around, Gorou carefully straddles Aether. Lowering himself, he presses the gentle swell of his belly against the heavy curve of Aether's. He pressed down, gasping as he felt Aether's unborn children kicking against his belly in protest. It's reflexive, the bucking of his hips, belly dragging against Aether's as his cock smears precum along the traveler's thighs.

Looking up through his bangs, Gorou catches sight of Xiao and Kazhua, cocks in hand, watching greedily.

"More. Gorou, I want more." Aether whines. A voice from behind draws them from their little world.

"Fuck his belly." of course, Childe would be the one to speak up and say what the other two were thinking. Gorou lowers his head, looking deep into Aether's eyes for an answer. He nods, smiling.

Gorou was a messy lover, always getting too caught up in pleasure to think. It's no different now, his cock grinding against Aether's swollen gut. It's firm, with a little give, and he's careful to not press down too hard. He ruts against it, breathy whimpers and moans filling the room. Aether's back arches, pushing his belly against Gorou's cock further, cumming when he feels the puppy general's dick rub over his overly sensitive navel.

Gorou isn't far behind, bottoming out quickly when he feels Aether's cum splatter against his ass. Thick ropes of cum coating his lover's stomach and chest, leaving them a sticky mess.

"Holy shit." Childe gasps, eyes wide.

While he can't see them, Aether is all too aware of just how heavily Xiao and Kazhua are breathing behind him. A mischievous smile passes over his lips as he lets his head fall back to look up at the other two men.

"So, which of you is gonna get knocked up next?"

[itspdameronthings]

Benny The Rookie Pt 2.5

Summary: I had to do another scene that follows chapter 2. Which is very steamy! Its morning after dealing with Santi's breakdown. Not giving too much away. all i can mention that romance and rain goes hand and hand. No minors 18+

Sounds of thunder and rain caused Benny to slowly wake up from his deep slumber. Oh how he doesn't want to wake up! So tired,and not wanting to wake his Rose Bud. His reason for living. His perfect angel. Tracing patterns on her soft , bare arm calms him enough till he hears her whimper. Kisses her forehead,” I'm here darlin. Daddy is here to protect ya.Shhh… close them pretty eyes. Listen to my heartbeat. “ That's what she did. Took a deep breath,and pulled her savior tighter than before. Moments later Benny closed his eyes as well. 

Was mid morning till Benny woke up to an empty bed. Frowns till he hears something coming from the kitchen. Didn't care he was naked,and the house was a bit chilly. Goes downstairs to see Gracie in his old shirt. Sleeves rolled up. Socks on her cold feet. Looks like a vision to him. Like a little girl with her long hair in pigtails. Benny ever being an expert on being sneaky at his approach. Wraps his strong arms round her waist. Hand reaches lower to feels something rather wet. Excited him even more,” Ohh ! you're followin my no panties rule good girl. Love how ya follow orders. How about I keep ya warm while ya cook.” Gracie closed her eyes as she felt his cock between her legs. Oh how she needs him inside her. Turned off the stove. Leaning against the counter. Moaning,” need ya inside me daddy. Missed your cockwarming while I slept. “ Benny loves that word. Made him oh so horny. Moves his shirt up to spank her perfect ass. Few more spanks till he pumps himself,and goes to work on her pussy. Combination of licking and kissing caused her to moan. Finally he is ready to take her from behind. Rocking in a perfect rhythm Gracie moans loudly,’” Oh right there! Stay right there! Make me cum! Make me fall apart!” Benny grins as he pulls out then thrusts inside her. Leans over to rub her clothed breasts. Moments later his cum dripped down her legs. His weight on her back. Nibbles on her neck,” Daddy did good? Ready to take our breakfast upstairs? Or we can eat at the table naked.” Taking a breath,” Bed. Want to go back to bed. Continue our tryst there.” 

After eating in bed. Benny takes the dishes back to the kitchen to come back to see Gracie naked leaning against the headboard. Iegs spread out. Sucking on her finger rubbing her folds for him to see,” Mmmm… ready for dessert? I know you are. Come and get it!” Rushed over ,and plops his body on the bed. Dives on in. Sucking her clit like a starved man. Hands in his beautiful blondish brown hair. Loving every moment of ecstacy. Try not to cum. Want to savor this moment.Benny looks up at her smiling as he lifts her legs over his shoulder to taste more of her nectar. That caused her to come unglued. Afterwards Benny lowers her legs down so he can lay on top of her. She rubs her hand over his now sweaty body. Reached out to pump his long , thick cock. Hitched his breath,” Yeah baby. Your turn to make daddy feel good. Suck me off!” Gracie goes to work on deepthroating her husband. Clutched the soft sheets in his hands. Eyes rolling back in his head. Her mouth is magic. Licking the precum from the tip, smiling at him as she crawled on top of him grinding her body in time with the rain falling outside. Kisses one another nice and slow. Gracie hugs her husband again,” Now this is what we need on our day off. Make love during a rainstorm. Helps with the strain from last night's event.” Benny rubs her lower back ,” I know. Now we know why Santi was acting like a shit head about us gettin hitched. Wasn't against us bein together. Was jealous. Chelsea was a bitch . We knew that from the start. “ Gracie mumbled that she agreed with that statement. Kisses his peck,” So glad to be married to you. My soulmate. Knew you were the only one for me. Even at a young age.” Benny's heart skips a beat when he first met her those years ago. Closes his eyes as he drifts off to sleep. Dreaming about how they met.

[neverwantedtowritefornobody]

Multi-Love Miracle (1)

One in a million, Hank said it was. Extremely rare. But what does that mean for a trio of mutants who already break the status quo ?

Remy had already known the risks when he let Ororo and Rogue take turns on him like he was their toy. Hell, he was even sure both of them were inside of him at some point. That night was a blur of passion and heat, where he had blacked out during some of it. He did briefly remember telling both of them to finish inside of him, that he wanted to be filled up by both of his girls. And they obliged. Obviously.

When they found out that Remy was expecting, they had automatically made an agreement that it didn’t matter who the baby’s sire was, they’d have two mama’s and a daddy either way so they had declined the DNA test that Hank had offered.

That was, until they found out that they were having two. Sure, it still didn’t matter who the sire was but it did make Remy a little curious as to which of his lovely ladies had managed to knock him up with two little ones instead of one. So in secret, just a few weeks before he was due, he had asked Hank to go ahead with the DNA test. He had already had previous blood and other DNA samples saved from both Rogue and Ororo from medical tests in the past, so it would be easier to keep discrete and their little secret.

Or so he thought. Nothing was ever easy when it came to them.

At first he had thought there was something wrong when Hank had called him down to his lab. Maybe one twin had ate the other, or something else had happened but no, Hank had actually had an excited look when Remy had finally managed to get down there.

That’s when he had sat him down and told him that the results were indeed abnormal, but it a good way. One twin was biologically Ororo’s child, and the other one was Rogue’s due to a rare medical phenomenon called heteropaternal superfecundation. Remy’s body had released two eggs at the same time and due to the nature of their steamy night, one was fertilized by Ororo and one was fertilized by Rogue. Two babies, by both of his girls.

The news almost knocked Gambit off of his feet. One, because he couldn’t believe that he had given both of his girls each one baby and two, because he’d have to reveal to both that he got a DNA test done behind their backs.

At the moment, Remy was resting in the lounge with his feet up, staring at the ultrasound printout Hank had given him. Baby A, the girl, was Ororo’s and Baby B, the boy, was Rogue’s. A full set, a son and a daughter.

He couldn’t wait until to see what they’d look like, if both of them would take after each of their mama’s. He felt himself getting giddy at the thought of one having Ororo’s blue eye’s and the other having Rogue’s green eyes. Or would they both have his eyes ?

“There’s our little seahorse papa” a familiar voice snapped him out of his racing thoughts. He looked up from the ultrasound photo to see both Ororo and Rogue standing in the doorway, Rogue leaning on Ororo, a hand wrapped around her waist.

“We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya sugah, haven’t we ?” Rogue asked, turning to look at Storm.

“You disappeared after breakfast and it did worry us quite a bit.” Storm said, placing a hand on her upper hit. “Is everything alright ?”

“Ol Gambit was just in a world of his own, sorry for worrying ya gal.” Remy said with a bashful smile. “But since you’re both here, I do have some news.” He looked off to the side. “About the babies.”

Rogue and Storm both gave him a concerned frown, as Remy put both his hands up to try and ease the mood.

“Woah, easy there, ain’t bad news it’s just…” he rubbed the back of his neck “Don’t be too cross with Gambit, a’ight ?”

“It’s been gettin’ real hard to stay cross with ya when you’re carrying our babies sug.” Rogue chuckled, before leading Storm over to the couch, both of them on each side with Remy placed in the middle. “Now spill.”

“Well, ya know how we said we weren’t gonna do a DNA test ?” Remy asked, watching as they both nodded. “Well… I got one anyways and I know I shouldn’t have done it behind your backs but… Beast found something exciting” he grabbed both of their hands, placing them on his abdomen. “Gambit’s carrying both your babies at the same time.”

“Of course you are Remy, we knew that ever since we found out about your condition.” Storm said with a smile.

“Non Gal, this is different.” Remy said, shaking his head. “I mean one baby is yours, one baby is Rogue’s. Biologically.” He said, trying to remember the exact words Hank had relayed to him. “Said I released two eggs at the same time and they both got fertilized, one for the both of you.”

“Wait, Remy, are ya sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’ ?” Rogue asked, eyes widening. “Are ya saying-“

“One’s blood related to Storm, the other is blood related to you, but they’re still blood siblings in the end, amazing ain’t it ?” Remy asked, a grin spreading on his face. “I know it was wrong to go get a DNA test done without tellin’ the both of ya but Hank says it’s a one in a million medical phenomenon”

“While I am a little upset that we didn’t find out this news together, I can’t be mad at you.” Storm said, an astonished look on her face. “This is amazing news.”

“You mean to tell me that both of us knocked ya up ?” Rogue asked, standing up from the couch. “Remy I can’t believe it…”

“If you wanted a DNA test, why didn’t you tell us ? We could have talked about it.” Ororo said, putting a hand on his back.

“I was hopin’ to keep it a secret, just wanted to know who knocked me up with twins” Remy said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I knew we all agreed on not having a DNA test done but I just… got curious.”

“Oh Remy, if ya wanted one done, we woulda supported ya, no questions asked.” Rogue said with a chuckle “Silly ol swamp rat.”

“So, I assume you know who’s is biologically who’s ?” Ororo asked, gesturing towards the ultrasound photo on the coffee table before picking it up.

“The little girl is yours, Stormy.” Gambit said with a grin “And the boy is Rogue’s, of course.” he then chuckled “And they’re both gonna be all of ours.”

“And that’s all that matters.” Ororo said, as both she and Rogue pulled Remy into a tender embrace.

[firsttimewriter92]

My haven could be you - Part 3

Joel Miller x f!reader (18+) - Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Joel fights some inner demons about your relationship until you make him see that he is more to you than just a warm body in your bed

Word count: 5.072

Warnings: angst, flirting, pining, feelings, smut, dirty talk, PinV intercourse, rough, desperate, cursing, phisical fight, inapropriate behaviour towards a woman, injury

MINORS DNI!!!

Authors note: Here it is :) The highly requested Part 3. It´s gettin´ steamy again my loves. Hold onto your panties! Not proveread yet

The days trickled by like summer rain and Joel seemed to be more infatuated with you day by day. He´d cook for you, you´d provide the veggies and meats. He´d make sure you got home safe each night before kissing you goodbye passionately in front of your door. On more occasion than one you´d just walk backwards into your apartment and pull him with you. And although he tried to be a gentleman, sometimes your eyes, crooked grin and hands all over his chest made it impossible to resist another night with you.

Something was nagging in the back of his head though. Was he really holding back because he wanted to be a gentleman and take is slow or did he just not want people to see him emerge from your apartment in the morning? The both of you had been out in public together, sure. But you never held hands, kissed or acted couple-y at all. You hadn´t even talked about the status of your relationship. Yes, the sex was fantastic and the attraction was magnetic, earthshattering and simply an addicting feeling.

Still, you were quite a bit younger than him and sometimes when he looked onto your sleeping face in the crook of his arm he was painfully reminded of your youth. No lines or bags around your eyes, smooth skin, vibrant hair. Some scars here and there of course but they never distracted from your beauty in his eyes.

One particular night, he again was unable to resist your touch and little kisses and by the time you fell onto his sweaty chest panting, he once again wondered how in all the stars you were attracted to him. Your sweet little breaths still tickled his chest hair as you lightly chuckled. His broad hands moved soothingly over your back when he heard it.

“Oh, come on. I wasn´t that bad” he said with a smirk. Pinching his side and grinning wildly you lifted your head and looked at him. Rolling your eyes at his smirk you leaned up and kissed him thoroughly again. Your tongue was just as addicting as basically everything else. He groaned deep in his throat and enjoyed the post orgasmic laziness with you. When you broke the kiss you opened your eyes and smiled down at him. Your knuckles gently stroked his cheekbones.

“Would you stop making fun of yourself already? I can´t tell yet whether you´re serious or not.” Joel raised an eyebrow. “I´m making fun of myself?” he asked quietly. “Yes,” you said with a nod and lowered your voice comically. “…let this old man take you to bed. You´re only riding me because you want to spare my back. Old and fragile men need to be in bed early-“ Joel pinched your side with a chuckle before you could continue. “I guess I do make a lot of these comments, don´t I?” he said in a much more pensive tone. You hummed and looked at him curiously. “You…you know I don´t mind the age gap…right?” you asked carefully. Joel took a deep breath. So…it was today, huh? The talk.

“Why?” he asked with a sigh. If he wanted to feel more confident with you he´d had to ask. “Why don’t you mind? It´s not small.” You nodded. “True. It´s not what´s considered normal I guess but seriously…what has been in the last 20 years?” Your temper was flaring up a little. “I don´t care because you´re so fucking hot I can barely keep my hands to myself. I don´t care because you´re gentle with the people you love or want to protect and ruthless to those who harm the innocent. You can be so insanely funny when you let loose a little and I pride myself in the fact that I manage to tickle that out of you sometimes. I don´t care because you don’t give a fuck about what people think about you but care about what they think of me…that´s the reason you always leave and never stay the night, isn’t it? So no one sees you leave my apartment and judges me. Isn´t that right?” Your eyes were hard when you looked into his face again.

Joels eyes were wide with recognition and his mouth slightly open with surprise. He certainly didn’t expect this turn in the conversation. “I´m much older than you” he said lamely. “I don´t want people to think you don´t have other options or…I´m blackmailing you somehow. Argh, I don´t know” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Joel” you said as gently as you could and it made his stomach spasm. “Joel, that´s not the case. No one is thinking that.” He scoffed. “And even if they did, they can suck some donkey´s ass for all I care!” You grumbled and kissed his chest. “I like you, Joel. I like you a fucking lot and if the last 20 years have taught me anything, it´s that we cannot make our happiness dependent on others. We have to make it on our own. At least until we find people that understand us and accept us.” You looked into his dark eyes. “If it helps…there are one or two people out there who´ve known about my… strong infatuation with you even before you asked me out. And they are very happy for me.” You didn’t know why you were blushing now. Joel had been inside of you only minutes before.

He looked at you a little dumbly but with a racing heart. “Y-You told people you have…a thing for me?” You shook your head. “No, not a thing, dumbass, you need to listen” you said sternly. “I told people that I´m infatuated with you. That I am besotted with you. That I like you! Do you get that now?” Beginning to get a little annoyed and also fighting your own insecurities, you waited for his answer. Under your palm you felt his heart pick up once more. It was like his whole body was kick starting as heat encased you yet again. With precise and quick movements Joel grabbed your waist and suddenly and with a little shriek you found yourself on your back, buried underneath him.

His eyes were the colour of coffee reflecting sunlight as he licked his lips and stared down at you. Well, you guessed this wasn´t a rejection then. “Woman” he growled. “I don´t know how you do it, but you…” he looked lost for words then sighed deeply. “I really” he kissed your nose “really” he kissed your forehead “like you too.” He kissed your lips deeply. Humming you snaked your arms around his strong neck again and pulled.

“Will you please st-“

“Yes” he interrupted against your lips.

“Yes. This is going to take until sunrise anyway so,” he grinned and descended to your neck as his tongue lightly tickled your skin. “I´ll be here all night.” You grinned and arched into him. “Don´t let me stop you then.”

The next morning Joel woke up to the smell of instant coffee and eggs, overpowered only by your scent that still clung to his skin and your pillow. Like a lovesick teenager he turned his head into the pillow and took a deep breath. Instant calmness and happiness washed over him. A feeling he´d almost forgotten. A feeling he could have sworn was lost to him, even before the outbreak. It hit him so incredibly hard he jumped out of your bed almost in a craze. With a pounding heart, almost in panic he swung open your bedroom door and stormed into your living room. To his left was your open little kitchen and there…you stood.

You held the pan with fried eggs in hand, spatula halted in the air as you looked at him with big eyes full of curiosity. “Joel?” His chest was heaving as he took you in fully. You were wearing a white top, no bra and plaid shorts that stopped mid-thigh. Driven by the promise of your warmth and still the almost impending panic in his system he moved forward, stretching his arms out to you. You let go of the pan and spatula immediately.

He crashed into you, pulling you so close to his chest you momentarily lost your breath. One hand came to the back of your head, burying into your hair, the other one rested on your waist, pulling you into him. Your own arms came around his waist immediately as you mumbled into his neck. “Joel? What´s happened?” His breathing was calm but his heart was not. “Bad memory…crept in on me” he said. It was only half a lie. He did remember something. But it wasn´t anything bad. At least, he hoped not. “I see” you said gently and squeezed him a little more. He rested his cheek onto your head and just stood there with you for a while. You enjoyed every second of it, your thumbs painting patterns onto his skin. Gently you kissed his neck. “Better?” you asked and lifted your head slightly. Joel looked down at you and lightly tapped the tip of your nose with his own. “Yeah” he drawled. “Yeah, ´s better now, darlin´.” Oh. Dear. Gods. Above. The accent…you felt your knees weaken as you tried to control your bodies reaction.

You cleared your throat and leaned back slightly. “Eggs are getting cold” you whispered. “Breakfast. Go sit down” you almost couldn’t look at him. He leaned down, looking at you so intently you forgot how to breath. “Yes ma´am” he said in a gravelly voice and hadn´t his arms still been encasing you, you knew you would have slithered down your cabinets. His lips where on yours the next second and far too quickly he released you again. Your lips tingling and a very strange feeling in your gut.

After breakfast, Joel wanted to work on the drain outside of his and Ellies house and you decided to visit Dakota in the bakery. She needed a well deserved update. The both of you exited your apartment, descended the flight of stairs and came to a stop in front of the bakery. Joel looked at you fondly although a nervous tick lifted the corner of his mouth. You took initiative. Smiling up at him like he was a precious price you´d just won, you leaned in, lay your hands on his chest and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. Joel took a deep breath and as you leaned back reached out his hand and gently stroked the apple of your cheek.

“See you at the bar tonight for dinner?” he asked. You grinned and nodded yes immediately. Watching him leave into the direction of his house you turned on your heals and dramatically opened the doors to the bakery. Dakota was already sitting on the counter, flower in her hair as always and the most shit eating grin on her face you´d ever seen on a person. “You absolute devil of a woman. How the fuck did you do that?” she asked with more than just awe in her voice.

“Do what?” you asked, genuinely confused for a second. Dakota rolled her eyes. “Sweet cheeks. Joel doesn’t exactly have the reputation of lovey dovey boyfriend material. So, how´d you do it? Seeing that just now...that man eats out of the palm of your hand!” She cackled at her last statement while you thought about it. She was absolutely right. The man that you first met a couple of months ago and the man that had just said goodbye…they weren’t exactly the same. “Maybe that´s a good thing” you said defiantly, smirking at your friend. Dakota nodded and threw you a piece of freshly baked baguette.

“Maybe now he can let loose a little.” She said wisely. “The fucking must be glorious!” You threw your head back as you laughed and hopped onto the counter as well. “Oh, Ducky. You have no idea.”

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Joel was looking at his freshly showered face as he buttoned up his dark green plaid shirt. His hand glided over his hair and his beard. You called him hot. He almost scoffed again but wrangled it down. If you said it was hard for you not to touch him, he´d do his best to believe it. For fucks sake, you had his dick in your mouth last night…twice... and he still thought about if your actions were genuine.

When he praised your body all night long he knew in his heart every word was nothing but the truth. So he really had to believe you too. That also meant that he should really start not giving a shit about what other people thought of their…relationship? Situationship? Maybe…if he made his interest in you known to everyone, situations like the one with Levi would probably not happen again.

His chest expanded in an involuntary growl thinking about the man that had dared to lay his hands on you. He remembered the hot white jealousy he felt and the rage when he saw it. A weird possessive feeling spread through him and somehow he marvelled in it. He couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He´d loved the time he had you all to himself in his or your room. It was time however to let the people know that you were his and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone’s hands on you except his own.

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The moment you spotted him standing in front of the barn you knew something was different. He carried himself differently. He was talking to his brother who spotted you first, smirked and patted Joels back before entering the barn.

Joels head whipped towards you and he smiled. Your heart was in your throat all of a sudden. When you stood in front of him, admiring his broad body once again he hummed contently and gave you a firm hug. “Hungry?” he asked into your hair. “Yeah” you breathed in surprise. He let go of you and gently guided you inside the barn with a warm hand on your back. The feeling was indescribable. You had so idea how much you actually wanted him to show his affections in public. It made you feel like this wasn’t just pure attraction and sexual tension.

Joel guided you to one of the free tables and pulled out a chair, looking at you expectantly. From the corner of your eye you could see a few eyes on you. In the back at the bar were Tommi and his wife, watching and smiling. You thanked Joel and sat down with a soft smile. “I´ll be right back” he said and made his way over to the woman who gave out the food for that day. You watched as he gave her a polite nod and waited for her to prepare two plates. With a stinging feeling you saw how she was hungrily looking at Joels exposed forearms that he´d crossed in front of his chest. You saw her say something while leaning suspiciously close to him. A saucy smile on her lips that made your lip curl before you saw Joel´s mouth move. He had a tight lipped smile on his face and suddenly her saucy smile fell a little. You could still see her staring at him while he retreated. Another peng in your chest as you saw her eyes move way too low for your liking.

So, when he made his way back to you, you made a bit of a show of letting your gaze glide over his chest, neck and down to his crotch. Lifting an eyebrow he sat your food in front of you and sat down next to you. “Soooo” you drawled and turned your upper body towards him. “Wanna tell me what this is about?” you asked and gestured to him in general. “What do you mean, darlin`?” he faked a bewildered look. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You´re openly flirting, being incredibly chivalrous and look like sex on legs. What´s a girl to think?”

“Maybe what I want a girl to think is that I am completely under her spell and I think people should know that” he said earnestly. You felt your face heat up and resisted the urge to bury your face in your hands. So, you opted with staring at him a bit too long before you giggled and leaned in closer. “A girl is very, very happy about that.” Joel took a deep breath and nodded. “Eat” he said. “I plan on having a few drinks with you tonight. You know, to celebrate your victory over me” he winked.

“Victory? Was there a battle?” you asked curiously. He shrugged a little. “Momentarily.” His face became serious for a second. “I´m glad you fought for me, though.” Your heart all but melted when he said that. “I´d do it a million times over” you said. He exhaled through his nose, took your hand and gave it a quick kiss. With a roaring satisfaction you saw how the woman that was oogling him before suddenly looked very sour and turned away. A massive sense of “mine” invaded your body as you gave him a heated look.

All fed and happy you strolled over to the bar, Joels arm around your waist. You were glad that no one gave you any dirty looks. Other than one or the other disappointed glance from various women. But you could live with that. The evening proceeded and it was the most fun you had in ages. Music was playing, you were drinking and Joel got touchier by the minute. Nothing dirty or inappropriate but people had to be blind not to see how much he enjoyed being with you.

Around midnight however you spotted something that made your blood boil so bad, you almost threw your glass of whiskey against a wall. Joel was standing next to you talking to one of the horse handlers as you saw the uncomfortable face of a young girl across the room. She was trying to establish distance from a very persistent…Levi. He constantly reached out his hand to touch her in some way and her back made it unconsciously close to a wall. If he managed to corner her…

Your legs moved on their own accord. Bothering you for ages and making you feel uncomfortable was one thing. He´d been one more sentence away from a beating from you anyway. But bothering this young girl and cornering her? Fuck no. That beating was coming. You weren’t even thinking about Joel. Tunnel vision led you directly to the girl. Thankfully she moved back from him in another direction so you now came right up behind her. Levi saw you and an ugly grin made its way onto his sharp features.

As soon as you were in earshot and you could see that he once again was red in the face from too much alcohol he looked directly at you, liking his lips. “I knew a little jealousy would make you see reason,___.” He cackled. “Seriously, trying to make me jealous with that grandpa was just too pathetic.” Rage was coursing through you like fire as you gently pushed the young girl aside and gestured her to get away. She didn’t hesitate for a second whispering a quick thank you.

“As far as I remember that grandpa kicked your ass the last time you dared being disrespectful to me” you hissed in a deadly tone. Levi´s eyes squinted. “That dirty old fucker better watch nex-“ WHAM! With all you might your arm pulled back and your fist collided with Levi´s jaw. Pain shot through your hand but you paid it no mind. A red sheen invaded your vision  as Levi tumbled back, you following and WHAM, your next blow, quite uncoordinated collided with Levi´s ear. He fell to the ground as you panted above him, still standing and seething. “Let me get one thing straight, Levi” you spat. “If I see you one more time making some poor girl uncomfortable, I will personally see to it that you´ll be castrated in the towns square, do you hear me?!” Your voice got louder with every word. “One more time, Levi and I swear that´ll be the longest time you have balls!” You breathed heavily, lowering your voice considerably. "And if you ever dare to say another bad word about Joel, I´ll not only castrate you, I will showcase your balls in jar full of formaldehyde right behind the bar!"

Two men had already grabbed Levi by the arms and dragged him over to the door, smirking at his feeble attempts to fight them off.

The red sheen vanished from your eyes as you stretched to your full hight and turned around, shaking your aching hand. As you looked at it though nothing seemed to be injured. Maybe a bruise would form but nothing a little ice could handle.

When you lifted your head you stopped in your tracks. All eyes in the barn were on you. Heat crept up your neck when you realised that you had probably caused a major scene. Your eyes soughed out Joel´s. You found them immediately and a shiver ran down your spine. He stood still at the bar, glass in hand still and a look of pride, amusement and fiery passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact he set down his glass on the bar and walked over to you slowly. Your feet began moving as well, though much quicker as his.

Faintly you could hear how everyone picked up on their previous conversations again and the music became a bit louder. When Joel reached you he still looked like he was about to devour you and laugh his ass off at the same time. With a deep breath he held your face in his hands and with a not so quiet voice, swollen with pride he said “That´s my girl, baby!”

His kiss that followed was electric. Already shaking from its intensity you grabbed onto his shoulders and let him guide. Open mouthed, he took your lips with his in a persistent dance and groaned lightly when he felt your nails bite into his neck. When he let go of you, the ringing in your ears finally let you hear the several hoops and hollers from the spectators around you. You couldn’t help the massive grin that was forming on your face.

“Fucking finally!” you heard a bored voice next to you and saw Ellie smirking at you. Joel already gave her a warning glance. “What?!” she looked at him defiantly. “At least now I can stop lying to people when they ask me about who your date was with and I had to say I didn’t know!” She winked at you. “You owe me one. And now excuse me, I have to get this image out of my brain…and the one from last time as well!”

“Follow me” Joel growled in your ear and took your hand. Leading you towards the kitchen you thought he´d go get some ice for your hand but before you reached the kitchen he made a right and led you down a small hallway towards the backdoor. Your heart was beating out of your chest at this point.

The warm night air hit your face and you took a deep gulp. Joel stopped and quickly looked left and right. To your left where the paddocks for the horses and next to them, neatly stacked into a dark corner, some straw barrels. “Perfect” he muttered to himself and started walking again.

“Joel…erm...” you said with an amused voice. You could see how tense his shoulders were, heard his breath escape his mouth. “I´ll get you some ice for your hand in a minute baby but right now I hope you´ll forgive me…If I don’t fuck you within the next minute, I´m going berserk.” Fluid heat raged through your veins immediately and you already felt its effect on your panties. “Jesus, fuck” you huffed as you reached the barrels and Joel spun you around and pinned you to one of them. His mouth immediately went right to your neck and bit down hard.

A moan raptured from your throat as he licked the sting and groaned at the taste of you. “Sorry darlin´,” he panted against your chest. His fingers inside your cleavage already, searching for your sensitive nipple. “This is going to be quick and desperate. If you´re up for it.” Your head was hazy and leaned back. You spoke to the night sky when you said “Wouldn´t have it any other way.”

With your last willpower you turned around and leaned your elbows on the barrel bending over. Looking over your shoulder with half lidded eyes you wiggled your ass. “Come on, handsome. ´M ready. Quick and dirty.” You moved one of your hands and bunched your dress up to your thigh.

An animalistic growl escaped Joel when he saw the moonlight reflect off of your sweaty thigh. Like a vice his hand gripped yours and led it back to the barrel. “Leave it there” he hissed. Not a minute later your panties dangled somewhere around your ancles, your dress was hiked up over your ass and the sound of Joels belt buckle made your thighs quiver.

“My gorgeous fucking girl, look at you” he panted in awe. “You´re glistening, baby. So ready for me.” You nodded and whined pathetically as you felt the tip of his cock slowly inch into you. “Fuck” you heard Joel growl. “Be ready!” With these words and one powerful thrust he leaned over you and buried himself as deeply inside of you as he could. A shout escaped your moth as you felt his pure desperation in every movement he made. One hand came down next to your ear for support before the other grabbed your hip. “So fucking hot” Joel breathed as his hips snapped into you from behind with bruising accuracy. “Never seen something so hot. God, baby. You smashed that fuckers face in!”

You whined and tried to stay quiet but it was next to impossible. “F-for you. Ah! Shit…He was…he was talking shit about y-you. Oh, oh, hmm!” Joel growled again in a mixture of lust and fury. “I heard” he panted and picked you up by the shoulders. Pressing your back against his chest he picked up speed again and was now rutting into you like a man possessed. He grabbed onto your breast as his other hand quickly moved towards your centre. “Of fuck! Joel, Joel! I´m gonna cum…please!” Your voice spiralled to the beats of the music still coming from the barn.

“I know, doll. I know. Let me help you. I´m. There. With. You.” He accentuated every word with another grind against your ass. The moment he found your clit all you could see was darkness. And then it all exploded into a firework of sparks as you gasped for air, gripping his cock like a vice and trying to will your vocal cords to say his name. “That´s it! Fuck, sweet thing. That´s it! Fuck, yes. Fuck! Yes! Argh!” he yelled into your hair as he pulled himself out of you quickly and spilled all over your inner thighs. You felt his stickiness run along your skin and another wave of shivers wrecked your body. Joel was panting behind you, still holding you up with one arm and slowly relaxing his grip on you.

“Holy shit” he mumbled and kissed your temple. “Are you all right?”

You giggled and leaned your head back onto his shoulder. “Hmmm” you hummed with a smile. “Yes. I am so, so alright. That was incredible.” Joel nuzzled your hair again. “I´m glad” he said gravelly. “I don’t think I would´ve survived if I didn’t take you right that second. Fuckin´ hell.”  

You giggled and slowly turned around, the skirt of your dress falling over your thighs again. “Thank fuck, you did” you grinned and pulled him down for a long kiss. Sorting out your underwear while Joel put himself back into his jeans he suddenly grabbed and hoisted you onto the barrel. Looking down on him slightly you hugged him close with your thighs and looked at him expectantly.

“Got something to say” he whispered and stroked your hair affectionately. “Listening” you said and lightly kissed his lips. He chuckled and chased yours briefly. He opened his eyes and looked at you with affection and incredible softness. “I still know the exact moment I told a girl this for the first time. Needless to say it didn’t work out but…I´m trying to say that I don’t say these things lightly and sure as fuck, not often.” You nodded and let him continue. He took a deep breath. “I´m falling in love with you,___.”

You could have cried. Shaking fingers touched his jaw on both sides as you leaned your forehead to his in a gesture of pure affection and yes, love.

“So am I, Joel” you whispered with tears in your voice. He moved his head from left to right with immense gentleness and leaned in to kiss your lips sensually. His tongue moved over yours with precision and purpose. Minutes later the both of you came up for some much needed deep breaths and chuckled at the state you both were in.

Dishevelled hair, kiss swollen lips and crumpled clothing. “How´s your hand, my love?” he asked gently and took it in his hand. You shook your hand. “I´ll live. But some ice would be good I think.” Joel nodded and helped you down the barrel. He kissed your forehead quickly. “Wanna go to the toilet and…sort yourself out first?” he asked with a bit of a shy tone. “Sorry about the mess.” You grinned and took his hand, pulling him towards the barn again. “You know what? I think I´ll let it be as is for tonight" you grinned over at him. His mouth hung open. “Oh, you absolute temptress” he breathed with a dry mouth. “You better watch it before I put you over my knee.”

Opening the door to the back and the kitchen you turned around and pulled him down for another kiss and you spoke into his mouth. “We have all the time in the world for that, handsome. Let´s start with ice cubes” Joel growled against you. “And get to spanking later.”

That night, you fell asleep in each other´s arms. Sweet words on your lips, content, happy and for the first time in 20 years, with the feeling of hope for a content life.   

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[alkasden]

Alkas, what’s your preferred type of partner?

"Little personal there, ain't ya? But whateva', I got a second I s'pose, but this ain't no invitation if that's what yer gettin' at." She sighs, taking a very long drag of her cigarette for this one.

"I ain't exactly whatcha call a partner seekin' type I guess? Datin' ain't my thing, never had much a wants for it. Ain't lookin' to be no one's wife or nothin' so no preference there. -- If yer askin' what kindsa folk I'm attracted to for the physical steamy stuff tho', I ain't too picky. Like a guy or gal 'n long as they can handle me I s'pose they can try, not that I see why they woulds. I er-- look I ain't gonna say much more than that. We ain't out here to lay down kinks 'n shit."