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TIMELOOP â breaking down at daybreak diner đ¤Â dean winchester
ă pairing ă dean x fem!reader
ă summary ă Dean is stuck in a time loop, and it doesnât take long for him to notice someone else is stuck in here, too. He figures if he wants out of the endless Wednesdays, youâve gotta be the key. Heâs just not sure why. As for you, despite the absurdity of timeloops and the trickster god Dean keeps swearing to gank, a few Wednesdays with this man isnât the worst thing that could happen.Â
ă cw ă slow burn, part 1 wonât include anything besides explicit language but as always mdni, 18+ as the series will progress to thatÂ
ă wordcount ă 1.4k
Dean was pissed off and hungry, the cherry on top of the shit pie heâs been eating for the past three Wednesdays in a row. He knew it the moment he woke up the second day, but stubbornly tried to just not believe it was actually happening. Today, however, it was clear he really was living the same day over and over again. Better yet, Sam was two towns over at the nearest college researching with some professor for the case they originally came here for. In yesterday's frustrations he discovered not only that his phone didnât work, but he couldnât leave this town either. Three hours spent speeding along back roads just to be warped back into town, at the same random, quiet neighborhood street each time.Â
 Wherever that trickster god was, hiding and delighting in Deanâs frustration, would have a world of wrath to deal with once Dean found him.
Sitting in a booth at Daybreak Diner, he watched everyone move in the same patterns as the days before. Old guy knocking over a cup of coffee, the couple in the corner laughing obnoxiously, a cook calling out âorder upâ.
That is until an abnormality rings throughout the diner. The bell chimes, at 8:36am. That was not part of the pattern. His grumpy eyes dart to the entrance, watching carefully as you rush through the diner.Â
âIâm so sorry I'm late, Bets,â you sigh to another waitress, âIâve been having the strangest morning.âÂ
For the past three days you have followed the same script, quietly taking orders with a sweet smile. He had certainly noticed you, in fact the only part of this mess he enjoyed was that he got to flirt with you twice and still got the same coy smile each time.Â
He watches as you frantically tuck loose strands of hair behind your ears, quickly pin your name tag to the little dark blue dress uniform that matched the other waitresses. The way it fit snug against your body did not go unnoticed by Dean.Â
None of this should be happening, he thought. When your eyes finally lifted, you caught his stare and he quickly diverted, focusing on the plate of half eaten food in front of him. A moment later, you were standing at his table with your little notepad and pen.Â
âCan I get you anything?â You ask, voice sounding more meek than it did yesterday.Â
âNo,â he starts, clearing his throat, âI, uh, I thought you were working over there today.â He nods towards the opposite side of the diner.Â
âI do, I mean, Wednesdays I take that side but today Iâm over here. Iâm always over here on Thursdays.â Your brows knit together, assessing the man, âI donât remember telling you that yesterday, though.âÂ
So she does remember, he thought to himself and a wave of relief ripples through his body. The feeling quickly turns cold as he realizes that means whoever this poor girl is, sheâs caught the eye of the trickster god. Now, Deanâs rage is turning white hot considering whatever perverse scheme sheâs falling victim to.Â
âNo, you didnât.â He answers curtly, âbut I think youâve noticed somethingâs off about today.âÂ
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and pray that what youâre about to say doesnât make you sound insane. You slip into the booth across from Dean, leaning across the table so no one can overhear your conversation.Â
âI think I am losing my mind,â you start with big scared eyes, âI swear on my life I am reliving Wednesday. I didnât notice until the radio station started talking about the weather and shit for âthis beautiful Wednesday, best autumn day weâve had all seasonâ which I heard them sayâverbatimâyesterday.â you drop your head into your hands.
Dean goes to respond, to assure you that you are not losing your mind, when you cut him off with a loud huff. âI shook that off thinking I must still be asleep or something but then,â your eyes manage to grow wider, and Dean takes note of how youâre able to be both cute and completely wigged out of your mind, âI go outside to see my car with a flat tire that I literally just got fixed yesterday.â You pause long enough for Dean to raise his eyebrows and stare with disbelief, you really are stuck here with him.Â
âGreat,â you groan, âyou think Iâm losing my mindâ hell I think Iâm losing it.âÂ
âNo, youâre not. Actually the truth is probably worse than having a few screws loose.â He chuckles, quickly clearing his throat and wiping away that smile as your face contorts between bewilderment and horror.Â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â you squeak, suddenly feeling clammy and hot.Â
âIt means,â he strains, âyouâre stuck in a time loop. Living the same day over and over, crafty work of a little bitch in the trickster god variety. At least thatâs the only monster I know of that has the kinda juice to pull this sorta thing.âÂ
You stare blankly into the green eyes before you, reading his face, waiting for that handsome smile and some weird punch line. But he just returns your blank look, completely unphased by the absolute nonsense heâs just rambled out. He swallows uncomfortably, âYouâre still breathing, right?â he tries, worry lacing his strong features.Â
Slowly, you nod your head. It doesnât make sense. It sounds like magic, or the work of fiction, but youâre also not quite sure how else to explain whatâs happening.Â
âSweetheart,â Dean coos, âyouâre kinda scaring me here, say something to me. Something, anything.â Heâs used to giving the talk to civilians, itâs part of the job after all. But in all his years of navigating this world, nothing comes close to being trapped in a time loop, stuck within a set of coordinates, with a pretty girl who looks as if sheâs about to pass out. Â
âTrick-er god? Monster? And time loop?â Now your head was starting to hurt, working to wrap logic around the situation, âWait, yesterday you said you were an fbi agent, is this what the government is doing?âÂ
Deanâs heart drops, completely forgetting he had mentioned that when flirting his way to getting your number on a napkin. âRight,â he laughs uncomfortably, âabout that, Iâm not. Iâm a hunter. I hunt things, monsters, that do things like this to people like you.âÂ
A sort of relief hits you, wrangling with the fear of this newfound knowledge. If there is anyone to get stuck in a time loop with, surely someone who takes care of these sorts of things, isnât the worst scenario.Â
âOkay,â you nod, âSo there are monsters. One of which is doing all of this,â you motion a circle in the air, âand youâre the kinda guy who fixes it. And lies about being a federal agent, for some reason.â You recount with a furrowed brow.Â
âUh huh,â he smiles, âso, donât you worry, Iâll get us out of this.â With that Dean stands from the booth, dropping a few bills on the table.
âWait, where are you going?â You ask, quickly leaving the booth.Â
He looks down at you, âTo go gank the son of a bitch thatâs doing all this. Gotta find him first though.â Dean sighs.Â
âWell, Iâm going with you.â You assure. A smile tugs at his lips, while he wouldnât mind spending more time watching you stumble your way through understanding his world, heâd never jeopardize the safety of someone with absolutely zero awareness of what kind of danger comes with hunting.Â
âNo way,â he shakes his head, a large hand reaching up to pat your head, âa pretty thing like you has no business around monsters and weapons. Stay alive for one last Wednesday and by tomorrow youâll be back to your regularly scheduled life.âÂ
âNuh, uh,â you press, swatting away his hand, âwhat if the god thing comes here when you leave, huh? Are you really gonna leave me alone and defenseless in this little diner?â Your doe eyes bat up at him, silently pleading that he doesnât leave you on your own.Â
He canât deny you raise a good point. If youâre in his sights, thereâs less of a chance the trickster might try to use your life as leverage. Besides, he can always cuff you to the steering wheel if he really needs to. Finally, Dean sighs, âFine. But you do as I say, no questions asked, got it?âÂ
A bright smile breaks across your face, sending jolts straight into Deanâs chest. Great, as if he hasnât got enough to worry about with hunting down the god, heâs gotta ignore the incredibly distracting feelings you seem to spark with just a pretty smile.Â
#dean winchester#dean winchester x fem!reader#dean winchester fanfic#dean winchester fluff#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural
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Lost in the Stacks
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
AU: Coffee Shop Owner Steve x reader
Warnings: none just Robin and Steve things
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, I was very passionate about my Stevie boy so take this long fic :) (Iâm slowly getting use to writing more- bear with me-)
Word Count: 3.2k
Masterlist
MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+
The bell above the door jingled softly as you stepped into The Upside. The cafĂŠ-bookshop hybrid was a warm refuge from the gray skies outside, its wooden shelves lined with books, mismatched armchairs tucked into cozy corners, and the smell of coffee and baked goods filling the air.
Behind the counter, Steve Harrington was wrestling with the espresso machine. His dark green sweater hugged his frame in a way that made you linger for a second too long, and his hair looked as effortlessly perfect as ever.
âYouâve gotta finesse it, Harrington. Not scare it into submission,â Robin Buckley teased, grabbing a cloth and wiping the counter as she passed him.
âI donât scare itâI tame it,â Steve retorted, though the machine sputtered indignantly, making Robin snort.
âHey, you,â Robin said, looking up and spotting you. âBack for more of our famous customer service?â
You laughed, setting your bag on the counter. âObviously. Where else can I get entertainment with my coffee?â
Steve glanced up, his expression softening when he saw you. âHey! Usual?â
âPlease,â you said, smiling. âBut no rush. Looks like youâre in a heated negotiation over there.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYeah, this thing hates me. I think itâs personal.â
Robin leaned over conspiratorially. âIt is. And itâs winning.â
Steve rolled his eyes but couldnât hide his grin as he busied himself with your order. Robin gave you a sly wink before walking off to restock pastries.
It wasnât just the books or the coffee that kept drawing you back to The Upside. It was Steve, with his clumsy charm and easy smiles, and Robin, whose sharp humor always made you laugh. Together, they made the place feel less like a shop and more like a second home.
Months ago, youâd stumbled into The Upside for the first time, drenched from an unexpected rainstorm.
Steve had been behind the counter, towel in hand before you could even ask. âRough day?â heâd asked, his grin warm and teasing.
âYou could say that,â you replied, wringing out your hair.
âWell, youâre in the right place. Best coffee in town. Also, books. You like books, right?â
âI think youâre supposed to ask that before recommending them,â you said, smiling despite yourself.
âDetails,â he said with a wave of his hand. âWhatâs your usual? Or do you want me to surprise you?â
Before you could answer, Robin piped up from where she was shelving books. âDonât trust him. He once made me a âsurprise drinkâ that tasted like dish soap.â
Steve scoffed, though his grin never wavered. âIgnore her. Sheâs bitter because sheâs not the favorite coworker.â
âIâm your only coworker!â
That first visit had stuck with youânot just because of the cozy atmosphere but because of Steveâs awkward charm and the way Robinâs sarcasm balanced it out. Youâd started coming back regularly after that, finding excuses to linger a little longer each time.
Over the weeks, your visits to The Upside became a steady routine. Steve always greeted you with a smile that seemed reserved just for you, and Robin never missed an opportunity to tease him about it.
One afternoon, Steve handed you a book along with your latte. âThis just came in. Thought you might like it.â
You glanced at the cover, touched by the gesture. âThanks, Steve. Iâll let you know what I think.â
Robin smirked as she passed by, muttering, âSmooth move, Casanova.â
Steve shot her a look, cheeks flushing.
Another time, you brought in a stack of books to donate. âFigured theyâd get more love here than on my shelf,â you said.
âGreat taste, as always,â Steve said, flipping through the titles.
Robin leaned over the counter, stage-whispering, âJust ask her out already.â
Steve glared at her, but his lips twitched with the ghost of a smile.
Steve leaned against the counter, pretending to focus on the list of inventory Robin had scribbled earlier, but his attention wasnât on the task at hand. His eyes kept drifting toward you, seated at one of the tables near the window with a cup of coffee in front of you and a book in your hands.
The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated your features, catching in your hair and making you glow. You were engrossed in your book, an occasional smile or furrow of your brows giving away your thoughts as you read. Steve couldnât stop watching, his heart pounding in his chest at every subtle movement you made.
Robin, sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the counter as she sorted through a box of new arrivals, didnât miss his distracted expression.
âOh my God, youâre doing it again,â she said, snapping her fingers at him.
Steve startled, straightening up. âDoing what?â
âThat thing where you stare at Love like sheâs the lead in some cheesy romantic movie,â Robin said, gesturing dramatically toward him.
Steve frowned, crossing his arms. âIâm not staring.â
Robin gave him a look that said she wasnât buying it. âOh, really? Because youâve been ânot staringâ at her for, like, ten minutes now. Youâre lucky she hasnât noticed.â
âShe hasnât noticed, right?â Steve asked quickly, panic creeping into his voice.
Robin rolled her eyes. âNo, Steve, she hasnât noticed. Sheâs too busy living her life while youâre over here acting like a lovesick puppy.â
âIâm not a lovesick puppy,â Steve muttered, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
Robin snorted. âRight. You just canât stop staring at her because⌠what? Youâre admiring her reading posture?â
Steve glared at her but didnât respond.
Robin grinned, leaning forward. âYou like her.â
âNo, I donât,â Steve said automatically, though he knew it was a weak denial.
âPlease,â Robin scoffed. âYou so like her. Donât even try to deny it, Harrington. Youâve been crushing on her for weeks, and itâs getting painful to watch.â
Steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. âFine, okay, yesâI like her. Happy now?â
âEcstatic,â Robin said, her grin widening. âSo why havenât you done anything about it?â
âBecause I donât want to screw it up,â Steve admitted, lowering his voice. âWhat if I ask her out and itâs weird? What if she stops coming here?â
Robinâs expression softened, though her teasing tone remained. âSteve, listen to me: Love likes you. Trust me on this one. She laughs at all your terrible jokes, she lets you recommend books, and she spends way too much time here for someone whoâs just into coffee and novels.â
Steve hesitated. âShe might just⌠like the shop.â
Robin rolled her eyes. âOh, come on. She likes you. Itâs so obvious. Youâre just too chicken to admit it.â
âIâm not chicken,â Steve shot back, though his defensive tone only made Robin laugh.
âReally?â she said, standing up and brushing off her jeans. âThen why do you freeze up every time she walks over to talk to you?â
âI donât freeze up!â Steve protested.
âUh-huh,â Robin said, clearly unconvinced. âLook, Harrington, youâve got two options: keep doing nothing and torture yourself, or grow a pair and talk to her like a normal person. Your choice.â
Steve groaned again, slumping against the counter. âWhy do you have to make everything sound so dramatic?â
âBecause it is,â Robin said with a smirk. âThis is your big moment, Stevie. Donât blow it.â
Steve sighed, stealing another glance at you. You were still focused on your book, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just a few feet away.
Suddenly, he straightened up, a thought popping into his head. âWait⌠I have an idea.â
Robin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? Do tell.â
Steve gave her a look, his fingers tapping nervously on the counter. âIâll just⌠give her coffee. On the house. You know, as a little gesture.â
Robinâs eyes widened in amusement. âWait, thatâs it? Youâre gonna give her free coffee? Wow, Harrington. Such a bold move.â
âShut up,â Steve muttered, but a smile tugged at his lips. âItâs something.â
Robin rolled her eyes. âYouâre lucky she likes you, because this is honestly the most anticlimactic thing Iâve ever heard.â
But Steve wasnât listening. He was already making his way to the counter, clearing his throat before calling out to you, who was still absorbed in your book.
You looked up, smiling at him in that warm way that always made Steveâs heart skip a beat. âHey, Steve.â
âHey, Love,â he said, already fumbling with the coffee machine. He was trying to look cool, but his hands were shaking just a little.
âCan I get you a refill?â he asked, focusing more on the machine than on you.
Your eyes softened, your smile widening. âI was actually just about to ask for one.â
âWell, itâs on the house today,â Steve said, trying to sound casual but feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. âFor you, Love.â
You blinked, clearly surprised by the offer. âOh, wow. Thank you! Thatâs really sweet of you.â
Steve just nodded, still trying to avoid looking directly at you, as he poured the coffee into a fresh cup. He handed it to you with a nervous grin, which you returned.
âAnytime,â he said, voice a little more strained than heâd intended. He stepped back toward the counter, fighting the urge to keep staring at you.
Robin, of course, didnât miss any of this. From across the room, she gave Steve an exaggerated thumbs-up and mouthed the words, You got this, making him groan internally.
You were already sipping your coffee, and Steve allowed himself to look at you again for just a second. You seemed genuinely pleased, the warmth of your smile making him feel lighter.
âDonât back out, go for itâ Robin says as she pats him on the back before going back to fixing the shelves.
It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at The Upside. The warm light streaming through the shopâs tall windows highlighted the specks of dust dancing lazily in the air. Steve was behind the counter, pretending to reorganize the coffee syrups but really stealing glances at you as you browsed the fiction shelves.
You had a small smile on your lips, your fingers brushing over the spines of books as you debated which one to pick. Steve thought you looked beautifulâeffortlessly soâand it made his stomach twist in knots every time he saw you.
Robin, perched on the stool near the register, noticed his distracted glances and let out an exaggerated sigh.
âSteve, if you stare any harder, youâre going to set her on fire,â she whispered, leaning toward him.
âShut up,â Steve hissed, his face immediately heating.
Robin grinned mischievously. âOh, come on, Harrington. This is painful to watch. Just go over there and ask her out already.â
Steve shook his head quickly, his voice low but insistent. âI canât just⌠I donât know if she even likes me like that!â
Robin rolled her eyes, hopping off her stool and leaning her elbows on the counter. âAre you kidding me? She comes in here all the time. She laughs at your dumb jokes. She even lets you recommend booksâand you have terrible taste in books.â
âI do not!â Steve protested.
âYou do, but thatâs not the point. The point is, sheâs obviously into you. Youâre just too chicken to see it.â
Steve opened his mouth to argue, but before he could get a word out, Robin stood up straight, clapped her hands together, and said loudly, âHey, Sweetheart!â
Your head popped up from behind a shelf, a book in hand. âYeah?â
âCan you come here for a second? Steve has something he wants to tell you.â
Steve froze, his face draining of color. âRobin!â he hissed, wide-eyed.
You walked over, your curiosity piqued. âWhatâs up?â
Robin smiled innocently. âSteve was just saying heââ
âNeeds help with the espresso machine!â Steve interrupted, practically jumping in front of her.
You blinked, clearly confused. âYou need my help?â
Robin snorted, folding her arms and leaning against the counter. âNice save, Harrington.â
Steve glared at her before turning to you, his cheeks flushed. âNo, I donâtâlook, can we talk for a second? Alone?â
Your eyebrows lifted slightly, but you nodded. âSure.â
Robin gave Steve a smug grin as she stepped away, muttering, âYouâre welcome,â under her breath.
Steve led you toward one of the quieter corners of the shop, away from prying eyes (and ears). He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous, and you couldnât help but find it endearing.
âOkay,â he started, exhaling deeply. âSo, uh, this is going to sound kind of dumb, butââ
âItâs not dumb,â you interrupted gently, giving him an encouraging smile.
That seemed to give him the courage to continue. âRight. Well, Iâve been, uh⌠Iâve been meaning to ask you something for a while now. But I kept chickening out, and then Robin decided to, you know, stick her nose in, because thatâs what she does.â
You laughed softly, which made him relax a little.
âThe thing is,â he said, his voice quieter now, âI really like you. And Iâve been wanting to ask you out, but I wasnât sure if youâd⌠if youâd even want that.â
You blinked in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. âYou like me?â
Steve nodded, his cheeks a little pink. âYeah. I do. A lot. And if you donât feel the same, thatâs totally fine, I just⌠I had to say it.â
For a moment, you didnât say anything, and Steveâs nerves seemed to spike.
âLove?â he asked cautiously.
You smiled, your voice soft. âI like you too, Steve.â
His eyes widened slightly. âYou do?â
âOf course I do,â you said, laughing. âWhy do you think I keep coming back here? Itâs not just for the books or the coffee.â
Relief and joy washed over his face, and he let out a nervous chuckle. âWow. Okay. Thatâs⌠thatâs good. Great, actually.â
âSo,â you said, taking a small step closer, âare you going to ask me out properly, or do I have to do it for you?â
Steve grinned, his confidence returning. âRight. Would you, uh, want to go out with me? Like, on a date?â
âIâd love to,â you said, your smile bright.
Robin, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping from behind a shelf, popped her head out with a triumphant smirk. âFinally! Took you long enough.â
Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. âRobin!â
You just laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. Steve peeked at you through his fingers, his embarrassment fading when he saw how happy you looked.
âGuess that means I should start planning something great,â he said, his voice warm and teasing.
âYouâve got this, Harrington,â Robin called from across the shop, giving him a thumbs-up.
Steve shook his head, but he couldnât stop smiling.
Steve had picked you up just after sunset, his car rumbling to a stop outside your house. Youâd stepped out the door wearing something simple yet thoughtful, a soft smile on your face as you slid into the passenger seat.
âWow,â Steve said, his voice soft, his eyes lingering on you for just a moment too long. âYou look⌠amazing.â
You felt warmth rise to your cheeks. âThanks, Steve. You clean up pretty well yourself.â
He chuckled, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. âYeah, well, I figured Iâd try to impress you.â
The car ride was filled with lighthearted conversation and a bit of nervous laughter, both of you falling into an easy rhythm despite the fluttering nerves. Steve drove you to a small, tucked-away diner on the outskirts of town, a place heâd discovered during one of his many aimless drives.
âItâs not fancy or anything,â he said as he held the door open for you, âbut they make the best burgers in Hawkins. And the milkshakes? Life-changing.â
The interior was quaint, with vinyl booths and a glowing jukebox in the corner. The smell of sizzling food was inviting, and the soft hum of chatter created a comfortable atmosphere. Steve guided you to a booth near the window, where the glow of the streetlights outside cast a warm light over the table.
The conversation started lightâbooks youâd recently read, Steveâs stories about running the shop with Robin (âSheâs like a tornado, but I wouldnât trade her for anyoneâ), and the little quirks of Hawkins.
âOkay, serious question,â Steve said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. âIf you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?â
âPizza,â you replied instantly. âEasy.â
âSolid choice,â he said, nodding approvingly. âBut you havenât lived until youâve tried the waffles from Bennyâs. Weâre talking top-tier breakfast food. Youâll seeâIâll take you there sometime.â
The way he said it so casuallyâlike there would definitely be another dateâmade your heart skip.
By the time the food arrived, you were both relaxed, laughing over Steveâs high school antics.
âSo youâre telling me,â you said, trying to suppress a giggle, âyou actually styled your hair for gym class?â
âHey,â he said defensively, though his grin gave him away. âItâs called priorities. And anyway, it worked. My hair survived dodgeball.â
âBarely,â you teased, taking a sip of the milkshake heâd insisted you try. It was, as promised, incredible.
Steve reached for his own shake at the same moment, knocking his hand against yours. The cup tipped slightly, and a streak of chocolate landed on the tableâand on your sleeve.
âOh no,â Steve groaned, grabbing a handful of napkins. âIâm so sorry. This is why Robin calls me a walking disaster.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âItâs fine. Really. Chocolateâs a good look for me.â
He glanced up, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. âYouâre taking this way too well. Most people would be plotting revenge by now.â
âMaybe Iâm saving it for later,â you teased.
After dinner, Steve suggested a walk to help you âdigestâ (and maybe work off the milkshake fiasco). The park was quiet, the air cool and crisp as leaves rustled underfoot.
Steve walked beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets, occasionally glancing your way as if to make sure you were still enjoying yourself.
âYou know,â he said, his voice softer now, âI was kind of nervous about tonight.â
âWhy?â you asked, surprised.
He shrugged, kicking a small rock along the path. âI guess I didnât want to screw it up. Youâre⌠different. In a good way. I wanted tonight to be perfect.â
You stopped walking, turning to face him. âSteve, itâs been perfect. Milkshake disasters and all.â
He laughed, his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart flutter. âYeah? You mean that?â
âI do,â you said, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet around you.
When Steve walked you to your door, the nerves heâd managed to shake off earlier crept back in.
âSo,â he said, rocking on his heels. âThis was⌠really fun.â
âIt was,â you agreed, smiling.
âI, uh, Iâd like to do it again sometime,â he said, his voice hopeful.
You nodded. âIâd like that too.â
For a moment, it looked like he might leave it there, but then he stepped closer, brushing a soft kiss against your cheek. âGoodnight, loveâ
âGoodnight, Steve.â
As he walked back to his car, a little bounce in his step, you leaned against your door, already looking forward to the next time.
The next time you walked into The Upside, the bell jingling above your head, Steveâs grin was a little brighter. And when Robin saw the way he looked at you, she just smirked.
Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnightđ
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You can truly tell that I'm rusty at tumblr in general, not even simply written rp, due to the fact that I queued things and did not think a moment about them until realising I had not, in fact, fixed the post schedule and so it all posted yesterday. lmao. Oops.
#eh well at least i'm WRITING again#man I have missed that.#also I'm in the process of re-re-re-replaying DA whole series in order#and I have absolutely got to finish Awakening so I can get back to DAII and hopefully tempt Fenris and/or Seb muse back#I've been painfully tempted to try my hand at writing Anders though which like. JW...... chill......#and yes maybe replaying DA is my way of coping with not being able to afford BG3. so what if it is#also gotta finish MSQ in FFXIV because I'm about THIS close to gathering G'raha up as a muse#and/or Estinien#depending how the ffxiv muse thoughts go I might throw them all on one side multi though there's a lot of boys whom I love from that game#i guess i'm not SO out of practice on tumblr i'm still writing half the post in the tags
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#damn it#i stopped my meds for a week and it didn't change a thing#but i took them again just to see if that would make a difference and holy shit#i was thinking about pausing taking them for a while now because i wanted to have the side effects back#like when i first started taking them 2020#and i never did because i thought I'd be miserable due to withdrawal and also it would take longer than a week to 'reset' my...#body? brain? idk. whatever. it actually makes a huge difference for me though#i hate how you have to get insulted by doctors in order to get these meds#I'd even pay for it myself fuck health insurance coverage#but noooo#can't have shit#sooooo#i gotta think about a way to continue to get them#it shouldn't be as hard as adhd meds to get it from my family doctor but I've been thinking it probably would be better#to not bring them up with her and instead suffer from my ps*chiatrist's insults for some more time#because so far there is no mention of mental illness in my file at my family doctor's office despite mentioning the ADs#if I'd get them prescribed there they would absolutely add depression and i do not want that#maybe my ps*chiatrist retires or dies soon then I'll never talk to one ever again but while she's there i may as well use her#as my drug supplier#(she's probably 52 but we've had two (2!) psychiatrists under the age of 50 die within the last 6 months in this tiny town#which has caused quite some issues because we have like 4 in total lmao#(so it wasn't a joke saying maybe she'll die soon. anyone could die anytime is the point. i think about people dying a lot and what would#change in my life then. (idk just felt like the phrasing was weird and wanted to elaborate but it whatever) )#void screams
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SURPRISE, SURPRISE !
john "soap" mactavish / reader â 9.3k sale of a lifetime mini series !
tags: smut, developing relationship, virginity for sale trope, protective!soap, virgin!reader, afab!reader, no prns for reader, mean!soap? or maybe just intense!soap, soap is NOT beginner-friendly
cw: loss of virginity, soap's filthy mouth, fingering, multiple orgasms, wet&messy, sloppy blowjob, cum facial, squirting, crying during sex?/dacryphilia, consent check bc johnny is a GOOD MAN, intense heated sex to sex with feelings, cunnilingus, corruption kink if u squint, multiple rounds, sloppy sex tbh
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Itâs not like itâs hard to find someone to sell your virginity to, men come out of the woodwork offering you the money. Itâs no problem at all to set up a little meeting and get to know them before youâre whisked away to a bedroom.
At least, thatâs how it should be.Â
The problem was there seemingly was always something that got in the way. Or ratherâŚsomeone.
Soap, in fact.Â
or.
After continuously getting in the way of your attempts to sell your virginity, you finally let yourself fall into bed with him instead.
You couldnât believe you wound up here. You always thought it would happen in some sweet way. A long-time boyfriend or girlfriend, happy and in love. Youâd snuggle up afterwards and be told how good you were.
But no, instead you became swamped in debt and ended up on the verge of eviction even though you were living in the cheapest apartment you could find that wasnât in an area that would get you stabbed for stepping outside. You needed money fast and you had one thing that plenty of perverts would pay for; your virginity. Itâs not your most crowning moment in life but as they say, you gotta do what you gotta do.Â
At least, thatâs what you keep telling yourself so you donât crumble under the shame of it all.Â
When the chair across from you suddenly gets yanked out, feet scraping obnoxiously across the floor, making you nearly jump out of your skin. The man who sits down looks nothing like the picture he sent and you internally groan. He looks much older than you, no doubt in his mid 40âs, balding, and graying hair. You wouldnât mind an older man if he were a little moreâŚattractive. Sure, maybe thatâs a bit shallow of you but fuck, itâs your virginity youâre giving away. You should be allowed to be picky with the man you choose! Under normal circumstances you would be so why not now?
Then again, this isnât exactly normal circumstances was it?
You pick up the glass of the strongest drink you could handle that you ordered at the bar while waiting and downed it in one deep gulp. You gave the man a very fake smile and he grinned back, the sleazy sight making your stomach turn.Â
You were going to need a lot more alcohol.Â
The evening turned into night and youâre feeling the effects of the alcohol. Your âdateâ doesnât seem to mind in the slightest as you drink, if anything he seems elated. That thought makes you curl your lip in disgust.Â
âSo,â he starts when you finally lean back in your chair, having had your fill of alcohol for the night, âShall we move this along? My place or yours?â
âYou got the money you promised?â you ask, raising a brow, unsure if you sounded as drunk to him as you did to yourself.
âIn my car,â he responds, grin sitting irritatingly lopsided on his ugly face, âGot it all ready for you. After services are rendered, of course.â
Anxiety coils in your stomach at the mention of what you have to do to get the money. Itâs a lot of money and that makes your palms sweaty â you need it. You feel like thereâs eyes on you from behind, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. When you turn to look around, thereâs no one paying any attention to you. Everyone in the bar was having a nice time. You wish you were one of them.Â
âLetâs get out here,â the man grins, âI am just achinâ to get my hands on you.â
He stands up but you find yourself rooted to your seat. Your entire body feels tense, you canât find it in yourself to stand up. You donât want to go with the guy, you decide. Your fight or flight activates with terrifying speed, alerting you of the danger youâre in. Though youâre not exactly sure what danger that is just yet.
âI thinkâŚâ you start and the guy heaves a big sigh.
âDonât tell me youâre backinâ out?â he grumbles, not bothering to mask his irritation, âAfter I came all this way? Thatâs awfully rude of you.â
âI just donât think I want toââ he groans, embarrassingly loud.
You feel the eyes of nearby patrons on you and your cheeks burn under the scrutiny. Shame bubbles up inside you at the thought of them finding out what exactly was going on between the two of you.Â
âLetâs go,â he snaps, his anger bubbling to the surface as he rounds the table and grabs hold of your arm.
You donât bother fighting back as he yanks you to your feet, instead leveling him with a fierce glare. You donât want to make a scene in front of all these people so you plan to let him drag out outside where you can really give him a piece of your mind before hopefully coming back inside and peacefully getting drunk alone.
But a sudden, growling voice has both of you freezing in place, âI donât think youâre goinâ anywhere.â
Your eyes fall upon a man, standing tall and confidently. He has a mohawk, brilliant blue eyes and handsome features. Upon first glance, you could immediately tell he was in the military based on his posture alone. He was intimidating, broad and well-built.
âHey, dude, why don't you mind your own fuckinâ business,â your âdateâ snarled, yanking you harshly towards him.
You felt your eye twitch in irritation but your drunken brain was too slow to react properly. You were still hung up on the appearance of this rather good looking man.Â
âThis is my business,â the stranger said, Scottish accent thick as he took two big strides over to the both of you, âWhy don't you just leave quietly so things don't have to get ugly?âÂ
Your âdateâ stares the strange man down for a few seconds, taking a glance at you before kissing his teeth and ripping his hand off of you.Â
âYou ain't worth this shit,â he huffed, stomping off into the crowd. You could hear the bell over the door ring, announcing his final departure from the scene.
âWell, he was just a dandy fellow,â your rescuer jokes, a crooked grin settling on his face. His shoulders relaxed and he held his hand out, âNameâs Soap. How about I walk you home?âÂ
âThat'd be great,â you responded, feeling your stomach starting to roll as the alcohol settled. You knew you were going to be stuck with your head over the toilet bowl soon and you'd rather be in the comfort of your apartment for that.Â
âLetâs get a move on then,â he waved forward for you to lead the way.Â
The crisp outside air had you sighing happily. You hadn't realized how hot you were in there but now that the light breeze brushed against your skin, you noticed how you had begun to sweat.Â
âSo youâre military, huh?â you ask, leading him in the direction of your apartments âSoap.âÂ
He chuckles, âYou caught me.âÂ
You smile, âIt's kind of hard to miss, no offense.âÂ
âNone taken,â he assures, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, âWhat were you doinâ with a piece of shite like that? Was he your boyfriend?âÂ
You sputter, âNo! Nothing like that. I justâŚhad a deal with him, that's all. I called it off and he got pissed. I'm sorta pissed at myself. Just missed out on a fuck ton of money.âÂ
Soapâs brows raise, âWhat kind of deal?âÂ
Your drunken brain forgets all about the fact such a deal should be kept quiet. Your mouth opens before you can stop yourself, âMy virginity for his money. But Iâm not like a prostitute or anything!âÂ
He holds his hands up as surrender when you get defensive at the shocked look on his face, âYou need money that bad?â
âYou have no idea,â you sign, pinching the bridge of your nose at the mere thought of your money troubles, âI never do this. You know? I-I mean obviouslyâŚwith the virginity and all. But-!â
âIâm not judginâ you,â he assures, âHard times. But you should be careful. Lotâs of dangerous characters out there.â
âYeah,â you sigh, shrugging your shoulders as you come to a stop, âThis is my place.â
âRight,â he mutters, âLet me give you my number.â
âFor what?â you sputter, watching him pull out his wallet.
âJust in case,â he smiles, âI doubt anyone really knows what youâre dealinâ with right? I do. So if youâre ever in any trouble,â he hands you a business card, âGive me a call.â
You take the card and look it over. Itâs got his name and military rank but not much else. You raise a brow, âWhy do you have a business card on you?â
He chuckles, waving his hand flippantly, âJust âcause. Iâll see you around, darlinâ.â
âYeah,â you smile, stowing the card away in your pocket, âThanks for walking me home, Soap.â
He stands outside of your place, waiting until youâre safely inside and shutting the door. When you peek out the window, you see him walking off in the direction that you had come from. You smile and go about getting ready for bed, grateful that youâre not feeling that awful nauseous pit in your stomach you had earlier.
When you wake up in the morning, youâre still dressed in your clothes and you have no recollection of having laid down the night before. You groan, your head throbbing in your skull as you sit up.Â
You stumble your way to the bathroom, grimacing at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You take the time to start the shower and strip yourself, determined to scrub the grime from last night off of your body.Â
By the time you step out, youâre feeling like a brand new person. You stretch your arms over your head and work on drying yourself off. Wrapping your towel around your body, gather your clothes in your arms, and trudge back into your bedroom.Â
You look through the pockets of your jeans from yesterday, pulling out various coins and candy wrappers that you remember snacking on in the car to ease your nerves. You finally pull out the last thing â the business card Soap had given you last night.Â
It all floods back to you, and you find yourself pulling your phone out, opening it to make a new contact under the name Soap.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, still wrapped in your towel, you shoot him a text.
âHi Soap, remember me? You walked me home last night! I was just wondering if I could take this as a business inquiry?â
You arenât sure where the burst of confidence came from. Last night, you would have never even thought to ask him such a thing. But the fact your plans fell through last night with that pig of a man, you kind of had no other choice at this point.Â
And luckily for you, Soap texted back almost immediately.
âSure, darlinâ. We can consider it a business inquiry.â
Jackpot, you think. Not only is he very good looking and nice â if he has the money, then you canât think of anyone better to sell your âgoodsâ to.Â
Heâs perfect.
Turns out, Soap is more than ready to meet up. Not at a bar, youâre thrilled, but at an actual restaurant. It almost feels like a real date!
You have the opportunity to dress yourself up and feel pretty. It feels so much better than meeting up with that guy at the dingy bar. Your nerves are almost non-existent.Â
You still have that jittery feeling everyone gets when theyâre going to be going out with someone new.Â
But this isnât actually a date, you have to tell yourself, as you get into your car to drive to the restaurant. Itâs a meeting.
When you walk in, youâre greeted with the heavenly smell of food and what you can only deduce as something akin to mint. Itâs a lovely restaurant, tablecloths and wine glasses everywhere.Â
You look around the room before you spot him, sitting at a table in the far back nursing a glass of water. You make your way there, coming to a slow stop in front of the table. He looks up, blue eyes widening at the sight of you before he jumps to his feet.Â
âYou made it,â he says, a smile growing on his lips.Â
He rounds the table and pulls your chair out, gesturing for you to take a seat.
âThank you,â you say as he pushes you in a bit before returning to his own seat.Â
Soap situates his elbows on the table, chin resting on his hands as he gazes across at you. You feel your cheeks burn underneath his intense gaze, not able to gain the courage to look directly at him.
A waiter comes by, depositing a basket of fresh, buttered bread on your table, letting you know heâll be around in a moment to collect your orders. You offer him a polite smile as he vanishes, acutely aware that Soap is still staring right at you.Â
âWhy are youâŚâ you clear your throat, finally looking at him.Â
âYou look lovely,â he says, a smile growing on his face when you become more bashful, âYouâre truly breathtaking, has anyone ever told you that before?â
You can feel how hot your cheeks are and you resist the urge to reach up and pat them in an attempt to cool them down. Youâre at a loss for words, no clue what to say in response to that. You hadnât been told anything like that before, actually. Nor has anyone ever looked at you with such infatuated intensity like he is right now.Â
Thankfully, the waiter arrives to relieve you of this immense pressure. Pulled from his devoted admiration, Soap orders first before you put your own order in.Â
Left alone once again, you and Soap fall into an easy conversation. Youâre surprised by how nice it is to talk to him, heâs open and funny. He tells you about his buddies in the military and about how he goes out to drink every weekend with some guy named Kyle and that he thinks his buddy Ghostâs jokes are just the worst abomination on Earth.Â
You get so lost in talking to him, you donât even realize how much time has passed. Your food arrives and the table finally falls quiet.Â
You both get lost in eating your meals. Soap finishes his glass of wine and leans back in his seat with a content sigh. When you finish your own plate, you do the same. The chair creaks underneath the shift of weight and your eyes meet his.Â
You wait to see if heâll say something. But he just continues to stare at you, drifting from your eyes and down the rest of your body thatâs not hidden by the table.Â
âSo, should we get out of here?â you finally find yourself asking, burying any embarrassment deep down, âYour place or mine?â
Soap seems to falter suddenly, crooked smile slipping off of his face, âListen, darlinâ...I-I donât actually want toâŚyou knowâŚâ
Your cheeks burn a little and you shrink in on yourself where you sit, âOh! Well, thatâs fine. I-Itâs just that you said it was an inquiry soâŚI assumed.â
Soap shakes his head, reaching across the table to place his hand over yours, âI know. I told you that just so I could see you. Iâm just worried about you, darlinâ.â
âYou want to talk me out of it,â you sigh, leaning back in your seat again, âI appreciate your concern, Soap. But Iâm really at the end of my rope here. This is my very last resort, you understand?â
âBut you shouldnât have to-!â you pull your hand out from underneath his and stand.
âI know,â you shrug, âIâm only doing what I can with my circumstances. I appreciate you taking the time to see me and let me know youâre worried. Iâll see you around, okay?â
You leave him behind at the table and make your way back to your car. As you sit, engine idling, the disappointment bubbles up within you. Soap is probably the absolute best you could have gotten in a situation like this. But, itâs clear now that youâre going to have to find a new guy.Â
You just hope you donât walk right into the clawed talons of some unknown serial killer or something.Â
The thought sends shivers down your spine as you make your way back home.
So begins the process of finding a new person to get the money from.Â
Itâs not like itâs hard to find someone to sell your virginity to, men come out of the woodwork offering you the money. Itâs no problem at all to set up a little meeting and get to know them before youâre whisked away to a bedroom.Â
At least, thatâs how it should be.Â
The problem was there seemingly was always something that got in the way. Or ratherâŚsomeone.
Soap, in fact.Â
Around every turn, he was there to intercept the meeting you had with a man.Â
A terribly boring man named Charles; Soap showed up at the bar you met at. The surprisingly young guy you werenât even sure had enough money for his own monthly rent, Brandon; Soap was there. Justin, the doctor that lowkey gave you the creeps; Soap was there too.Â
Every single time, the Scot would sit himself at the table and run the guy off, leaving you no choice but to go home alone and moneyless.Â
Youâre getting angrier with every passing day and before you know it, youâre calling him up and asking him to meet you.Â
The second you lay your eyes on him, youâre marching right up to him.
âWhat the hell is your problem, Soap?!â you cry, practically nose to nose with him as you glare.
âWhoa, darlinâ,â he holds his hands up in mock surrender, âDonât know what I did to get you so wound up but-â
âYou know exactly what youâve done!â you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, âWhy do you keep getting in my way?â
âThatâs a mean thing to say to someone,â he responds lightheartedly.Â
But then your glare wipes the smile off of his face and he sighs, running a hand through his mohawk. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, rocking anxiously back and forth on his heels as he seems to think over his next words carefully.
âIâm just lookinâ out for you, darlinâ,â he assures, âThisâŚisn't safe, what youâre doinâ. You could get into somethinâ real serious. I justâŚwant to make sure youâre safe.â
You deflate and sigh, âI already told you, Soap. I appreciate your concern butâŚâ
Suddenly, he surges forward, big, rough hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls your lips to his. You gasp, hands resting against his chest as you allow yourself to melt into the kiss.Â
When he pulls back, he seems almost nervous, âI wanted to kiss you really badly the first night I saw you.â
âSo you like me?â you ask softly, not taking your hands off of his chest.
He reaches up, wrapping one of his hands around yours, âIâm afraid so.â
âSoapâŚâ you start but he interrupts you.
âJohnny,â he says, âCall me Johnny.â
âJohnny,â you correct yourself, feeling your cheeks burn at the positively giddy look on his face, âI donât know ifâŚthisâŚâ you gesture between the two of you, âIs a good ideaâŚwith what Iâm dealing with.â
His brows furrowed and a frown lines his lips. You find yourself wishing you could wipe the solemn look right off his face â it doesnât suit him, âJust give me a chance, yeah? Thatâs all I ask of you.â
You sigh, âOkay, Johnny.â
Youâre not sure why you gave in so easily to him. But the bright look returns to his eyes again and you find yourself feeling lighter.Â
He steps back, slipping his fingers in between yours. He tugs you in his direction to follow him and you do, heart skipping in your chest as you look at your hand wrapped up in his.Â
You havenât been in a relationship in a very long time so this giddy feeling wasnât one that you got to feel very often.Â
Sooner than youâd like, heâs slipping his hand from yours to open the door to an apartment complex for you. You step inside and make your way down the hallway, tailing close behind him up to a door on the first floor â apartment 108.Â
âItâs not much,â he gives you that charming, crooked smile as he opens the door.
âItâs better than my place,â you joke as you toe your shoes off.
âHave you had anything to eat?â he asks, helping you out of your jacket before hanging it on the rack by the door. You shake your head and he nods, âIâll order us somethinâ. Go ahead and make yourself at home.â
You watch him disappear into the kitchen as you look around his flat. Itâs a modest apartment, a bit bare but thereâs little bits of Johnny scattered around the place. There were picture frames on the walls and on different surfaces. The couch was navy blue and looked well loved.Â
âHereâs some water,â he says, startling you as he comes back into the living room, âI ordered us some food, wasnât sure what you liked so I guessed.â
You chuckle, taking a seat on the couch, âI donât mind.â
âIâm not really,â he chuckles, sounding nervous, âGood at this.â
âWell,â you sink into the cushions, âI canât say I am either.â
He laughs, a sweet, melodic sound that makes your cheeks flush, âWell, in that case. We can justâŚgo with the flow.â
âYeah,â you nod, âGo with the flow.â
By the time the food arrives, you and Soap are invested in watching a random season of The Bachelorette. Neither of you could decide so you looked online to find a wheel to spin to decide your fate for you.Â
âUgh,â Soap groans, âCanât believe sheâs goinâ on about how dreamy this bastard is. Heâs a total tool!â
You giggle, holding one of his throw pillows against your chest as you sit. Youâre about to add your own two cents when the doorbell rings.Â
Soap jumps to his feet, âFuckinâ hell, I could eat a cow.â
You admire the view of him from behind when he opens the door. His tight green t-shirt hugs the dip of his waist, riding up just a bit to show a sliver of tanned skin. His shoulders look impossibly wide as he stands in the doorway to take the food, muscles rippling beneath the fabric. His jeans sit low on his hips, belt tied tightly around them.Â
Fuck, heâs good looking.
He turns, grinning and holding up the bags as if to show you his spoils. He raises one dark brow curiously, as if he knows what youâd been thinking.
âSo,â he coos, saddling up next to you, placing the food on the coffee table, âDid you enjoy the view?â
You squeak, âI donât think itâs polite to call out someone for lookingâŚâ
He cocks his head to the side and chuckles, leaning down to grip your chin, âMind if I kiss you?â
âNow youâre asking?â you respond, breathless as you look at his lips coming closer and closer to yours.
âAye,â he breathes.Â
You nod and his lips are against yours in an instant. He supports his weight by placing his hands on the back of the couch. You have to crane your neck back to be able to kiss him but having him over top of you like this is exhilarating.Â
You know you should stop before you get too carried away but you canât seem to bring yourself to break away from him. Your attraction to this man is palpable and all consuming.Â
Against your better judgment, you let him push you down, back against the cushions so he can crawl onto the couch. One knee on one side of you, he keeps one foot on the floor to straddle you without crushing you under his weight. But you wish that he would, fuck.Â
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers slipping through the short hairs of his mohawk. He sighs against your lips, one hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat, just pinning you down so he can deepen the kiss.Â
You find yourself tugging at his shirt, edging it up and up until heâs forced to pull away.
âAre you sure?â he asks, blue eyes swallowed by the black of his pupils when he meets your gaze.Â
You nod, âWant you, Johnny.â
âIâll give you all of me,â he promises, sitting up to yank his shirt over his head.Â
It feels like the air evaporates from your lungs at the sight of him. Heâs built, muscles rippling underneath a layer of fat â a man who is built for pure strength. His tanned skin is littered with tattoos here and there and hair speckles over his chest and stomach, a thick happy trail disappearing under his jeans. Which are tented with how his hardened cock presses against the fabric, desperate to be released.Â
Your hand slips down the planes of his chest and down his tummy, cupping his erection. It twitches and kicks beneath your touch and pulls a groan from him.Â
He reaches out, wrapping his hand around your wrist and bringing your hand to his lips where he places a kiss upon your palm.Â
âStrip yourself, baby,â he orders, âWanna see that pretty body.â
He sits back on his heels, watching your every movement as you slip your shirt off and shimmy your pants down your hips.Â
When you stop, he realizes you're not going to take your panties off so he quickly does it for you. His thumbs hook into the band and yanks them down, making you squeal as the force jostles you.Â
Soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as his hands eagerly cup your breasts. You sigh at the contact, arching your back to press more into his touch.Â
His kisses all over your chest, leaving no spot untouched, until he can pop one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimper, fingers sliding appreciatively through his mohawk while his other hand slips between your thighs.Â
You easily part them, nearly panting by the time his fingers slip between your folds. You're already wet and sticky, drooling all over yourself with slick he uses to circle your clit.Â
Your hips twitch as the first feeling of his rough fingers on the little bud. You cry out, tugging on his hair as he switches his mouth to give your other nipple proper attention.Â
You arch your hips, his fingers sneaking down to prod at your entrance. With a glance at your face to make sure you're okay with it, he slides one in.Â
There's a loud squelch when it sinks in to the last knuckle and you whine in embarrassment.Â
He can't resist commenting, âSo wet.âÂ
You whimper, lightly slapping his shoulder at his teasing. He chuckles, leaning up to press his lips against yours as he carefully works you open on that one finger. He presses and prods against your walls, waiting for you to relax so he can slip another one inside you ��� really prepare you for his cock.Â
He presses against your g-spot and it rips a heavenly sound from your lips that only encourages him to do it again. You get wetter and wetter, throbbing and clenching around his middle finger.Â
When he decides you're ready, he introduces a second finger. His ring finger easily fits in right alongside his middle.Â
âThere you go,â he praises, unable to resist looking down to see where his fingers are buried inside you, âThat's it, baby, look at you go.âÂ
You gasp, eyes rolling back in your head when he adjusts his hand. His palm cups over your clit, the angle letting him really grind the tips of those digits right against that gooey little spot inside you.Â
He watches the way you cream his fingers, milky colored slick dripping down his knuckles. It makes his mouth water.Â
The movements rub his palm over your clit, stimulating the tender little bud and driving you closer and closer to the edge. You cry out, moaning and wailing the tighter that cord winds in your tummy.Â
You clench and pulse against his fingers, a signal that you're going to cum for him. He works even harder, diligently worshiping your precious cunt until you toss your head back and sob.Â
Your body trembles, thighs twitching in time to your walls squeezing around him. He moans with you, watching your pretty body in the throes of pleasure.Â
When it becomes too much, you weakly reach down and bat his hand away. He slips his fingers out, watching you clamp your thighs shut.Â
As you lay there panting and collecting yourself, he pops his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He moans at your taste, slipping his tongue between them to catch every single drop of sweet cum he can get.Â
By the time he finishes off the delicacy, you're watching him with lidded eyes and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.Â
âMore?â he asks, a crooked grin on his face. You nod and he chuckles, âThat looked like a good fuckinâ orgasm. Sure you can handle more?â
âIf I can't,â you whisper, sitting up to tug at his belt, âYou can make me.â
âFuck,â he groans, reaching down to help you open his pants, âWant me to make you take it, baby? Make you cum on my cock until you can't even think?â
âPlease, Johnny,â you whimper, not tearing your eyes off the sight of him stripping himself bare.Â
His cock was fat and heavy, a thick patch of hair scattering the base with thick, full balls to match. You felt your mouth fill with saliva at the sight of his hand wrapped around his big cock, stroking himself languidly until enough precum had dripped out to slick himself up.Â
âLet me hear it again, doll,â his eyes are heavy lidded as he looks at you laid out beneath him, breathless and sweating from the orgasm heâd worked out of you.
âPlease, Johnny,â you whisper, needily reaching your hands out towards him.Â
âShit,â he grunts, âAlright.âÂ
He scoots closer to you, spreading your legs open for him. Your sticky folds part, exposing your swollen, sensitive clit and clenching hole thatâs still drooling your creamy release.Â
He slips the tip of his cock through the gooey mess, tapping it meanly against your little bud. Your knees flinch at the stimulation and your jaw drops open when he starts to push inside.Â
It burns and you arch your hips away instinctively from the pain. He slips out and curses.
âYou gotta relax, sweetheart,â he mumbles, hoisting your hips into his lap with an iron grip.Â
âCanât,â you pitifully whimper.Â
Soap clicks his tongue, purses his lips and lewdly spits on your clit. You whine, hands covering your face when he uses his cockhead to smear it all over.Â
When he starts to push in again, the burn starts but a rough thumb finds your clit.Â
âShh,â Soap soothes you, watching as the furrow in your brows vanishes.Â
He works your clit in tiny circles as he carefully saws his cock in and out of your tight hole, inching a little bit more in every time. Your body grows pliant and soft, slumping against the couch until he finally buries himself to the hilt.Â
âThaaaaatâs it,â he praises, still rolling your hard clit under his thumb, âGood fuckinâ job. Take your reward, sweetheart.âÂ
He remains completely stuffed inside you, grinding his hips up just a little until he prods at that gooey little spot inside you. His thumb continues to swirl around your clit and he watches your eyes grow wide, a grin stretching across his face.
âC-Cumminâ-!â you manage to gasp before you throw your head back.Â
He groans, jaw falling open as he works you through the orgasm, rubbing your clit to ease you through every pleasurable wave. Itâs only when you reach down, grabbing his wrist to stop him that he ceases.Â
âFuck,â you pant, pupils blown wide as he looks at you coming down.Â
âFeels good cumming on cock, huh, sweetheart?â he asks, once again wearing that crooked grin on his face.Â
You nod your head, still too fucked out from your orgasm to properly formulate words. He chuckles, carefully pulling back until only the thick head of him remains nestled inside. With a swift, experienced roll of his hips, he stuffs every single inch right back in.Â
You wail, grappling haphazardly against his shoulders for stability as he starts to really fuck you. He punches so deep, makes you feel him in your tummy. The friction burns and feels incredible at the same time.Â
It feels so fucking good that you canât stop any of the sounds that are forced from your lungs with every mind-numbingly pleasurable thrust of his cock. Youâre soaking him, dripping all creamy down his cock in a way he knows youâve never done before. No way your own fingers could make you cream like this and he doubts youâve ever sat this pretty cunt on any stupid toys.Â
He groans, grinding against your clit every time he reaches as deep as he can, âNot gonna have shit to sell now, huh?â
You whimper, shaking your head as you stare at him wide eyed, drool dripping over your lips because you canât close your mouth for even a second. Thereâs no way for you to quiet yourself, youâre loud, you wear every pleasurable experience on your face with no ability to hide or perform. Every reaction is real and authentic and he loves it.Â
âDonât think I can ever let you go after this, sweetheart,â he coos, slowing his thrusts so you can focus on looking at him, âThat alright with you?â
You swallow thickly and shakily nod your head, âO-Only want you, J-Johnny.â
He snorts, sharp canines glinting at the predatory grin he gives you, âYou only sayinâ that because youâre got your cunt stuffed full of my cock?â
You whimper at the punishing thrust he gives you, the pain of him battering your cervix making you tremble, âN-No! L-Liked you when I first saw y-you. I-I swear, Johnny. Please!â
âAlright, quit fuckinâ begginâ,â he snaps, leaning out of your reach, making you whine.Â
He takes a mean grip of your hips, using just his strength to yank you onto his cock like a fleshlight. You wail, head tossed back against the couch as he really fucks you. Every thrust is too deep but gives you nothing but pleasure. He grinds against your clit every time he sinks in, making sure to also aim for the gooey little spot that gets you creaming around him. His fat, heavy balls slap against your ass every time he stuffs that cock into you.Â
Itâs all just too much. He should know better, really, treating a little virgin pussy so meanly. Youâre too new to this, donât know how to take such cruel, deep strokes. Youâre squeezing tight, staring at him with wide, glassy eyes. He canât stop the moan that tears from his throat at the sight of tears trickling down your cheeks â proof that this is all too much.Â
But he doesnât stop. He canât stop. Not when he feels how tight youâre squeezing around him, how much wetter youâre getting as you get closer and closer to what he knows is going to be the best damn orgasm of your life.Â
âCum,â he whispers, shocked at how fucked his voice is from pleasure, âCum right fuckinâ now.â
âW-Wait, Johnny-!â you wail, feet kicking as you fight against his iron-tight hold on you, âI-ItâsâŚIt feels w-wrong!â
âStop fuckinâ runninâ,â he snarls, easily pinning you to the couch. He folds you up, knees to your chest as he presses his body weight down on you. He can feel the air being forced out of your lungs under the weight, âI said cum.â
You open your mouth, wanting to say something. But you canât get the words you, only whimpers and tears. He doesnât care what you had to say, though. All he cares about is feeling your tight little cunt cum around him so he can have his own orgasm.Â
You still try to fight him from how intense the build up is. You slap against his shoulders, squirm and try to kick him off but he easily holds you down. Even as you fight, you never once tell him to stop.Â
After a few, long seconds, he feels it.Â
Fuck, does he feel it.Â
You gush. It splatters all over his cock and stomach. He curses, slamming into you over and over, every thrust forcing another squirt out of you. Youâre sobbing, fat tears falling down your cheeks and youâre moaning the prettiest damn symphony that has ever blessed his ears.Â
The orgasm is too much, itâs intense and all consuming. You canât come down, every time he stuffs you full, your orgasm continues to wash through you.Â
âJ-Johnny-!â you sob, âN-No more!â
âFuck!â he snarls, cutting his own orgasm off when he pulls out of you.Â
He pushes himself off of you and you curl in on yourself, softly sniffling and shaking in a little ball. He licks his dry lips at the sight of you covered in your own squirt.Â
âCâmere, darlinâ,â he coos, panting and breathy, hoisting you up and into his lap.Â
He cradles you in his arms as youâre wracked with trembles and twitches, your nerves zapping through your body from the pleasure. He shushes you, cupping your chin to make you look at him. Your eyes are red-rimmed and wet from your tears, pupils blown out wide. He clicks his tongue and wipes his thumb underneath to swipe some away.Â
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he coos, âJust get some breaths. Got a little overwhelmed, huh?â
You nod, slumping against him with a sigh when you finally feel like youâre back in your body. Johnny is solid and sweaty beneath you, warm and comfortable as he cups the back of your head and strokes his hand over your body.Â
âI-Iâve never umâŚâ you clear your throat, cheeks burning hot.
âKnocked your damn socks off, huh?â he jokes, a crooked smile on his face.Â
You giggle, endorphins still rushing through your body. You shift on his lap and catch the pinch in his brow before he can school his expression back into place. You look down, biting your lip at the sight of his cock still hard and twitching, smeared in a creamy mess of your cum.
âAh, itâll go down on its own, darlinâ,â he assures, no irritation to be seen or heard from him.Â
One look in his eyes shows you that heâs perfectly prepared to go without his well-earned orgasm â just for you.Â
But you donât want that, you realize. He had made you feel incredible, given you an orgasm that youâve never been able to experience in your life. You doubt anyone else will ever be able to make you do it again.Â
âI-I want to help, Johnny,â you whisper, trying to swallow down your nerves.Â
His brows raise in interest, âWhat did you have in mind?â
You slide off of his lap and slowly sink to your knees. You place your shaky hands on his thighs to steady yourself, looking up at him with wide, too-innocent eyes.Â
He lets his head fall back against the back of the couch, a breathless, âsteaminâ blood Jesus,â following.Â
âI-Iâve never done this,â you confess, though heâs not surprised, âIs that okay?â
âIs that-â he laughs softly, âdarlinâ any man who isnât appreciative of you willinâ to swallow his cock is a man you kick in the balls, got that?â
You giggle, nerves dissipating as he wraps a hand around the base of him. You scoot a bit closer when he holds it out for you, waiting for you to do what you please with it. Your tongue falls from your mouth and Soap feels like heâs suspended in air as he watches you get closer and closer to the sensitive, leaky tip.Â
The first contact feels better than he could have imagined. Heâd gotten so fucking close earlier, buried in your cunt as you came around him, squealing for him and all. He knows it wonât take much to send him over the edge this time.Â
Perfect practice for you, he thinks. You wonât have to be on your knees for too long or do any real work to get him to cum for you.Â
Youâre clumsy and itâs clear youâre unsure about the taste of his cock. Itâs not just his precum, itâs your own cum mixed with it. He canât blame you for being unsure.
He reaches down, a soft, gentle hand resting atop your head to encourage you. When you look up, he smiles so softly at you that it makes your heart jump in your chest. You suddenly feel like youâre the center of his world. Those baby blues never once waver from you as you sloppily lick and slurp on the tip of him.Â
âTake a little more,â he whispers, lashes fluttering and chest rising as he takes a deep breath when you eagerly follow his directions.Â
Your pretty lips stretch around the girth of him, taking just the head inside your hot little mouth. The flared glans are greeted by your curious tongue, making him whimper when you lick. Your mixed taste lingers on your tongue but you quickly grow accustomed to it.Â
Feeling braver from Johnnyâs unfiltered reactions, you take a little more into your mouth. Then more. And a little more until you suddenly choke, gagging around him. You pull your head off, sputtering and coughing a bit.Â
Johnny coos at you, thumbing away some drool on your chin, âNot too deep, darlinâ. Youâre not ready for that.â
You hum, not at all discouraged from taking him back into your mouth again. You donât take him as deep, accepting that you have your limit â for now, judging by Johnnyâs subtle promise of more to come.Â
âJust suck, watch your teeth,â he whispers, not caring about the way his voice cracks, âMove your head like this. Go at your own pace, alright?â
You lazily blink up at him, hoping he understands your agreement. You do as youâre told, folding your lips over your teeth to keep them away from his sensitive skin. Bobbing your head feels awkward and it makes your jaw ache but the sounds Johnny begins to make makes you temporarily forget about your own discomfort.Â
His eyes are rolling back in his head and he starts to stroke the rest of his cock that your mouth canât handle yet. You canât tear your gaze away from the sight of those thick, veiny fingers wrapped around himself, getting covered in a slick mess of your cum that he had so generously fucked out of you earlier. Drooling all over him like this only gives him more of a mess to work with. Itâs gross, frothy and dripping down your chin and neck, slicking up your tits.
It makes your cunt tingle selfishly. You think you could make yourself cum, slip your hand between your legs and stroke your clit until you find release. But you donât â you focus on Johnny and his pleasure. Heâd already given you so much that you donât want to come across as greedy by making his moment about your own pleasure.Â
Johnnyâs free hand grip around the back of your neck, squeezing and caressing your skin as encouragement since his mouth is too busy moaning. You take his sounds as signals, sucking and moving at whatever pace makes him cry out the loudest.Â
You had no idea men like him were willing to be as loud as he was. Usually, the masculine type of guys like him would be online whining about how moaning was âgayâ or some stupid shit.
Johnny didnât seem to give a fuck. If he felt good, he was going to let you know. It made you feel more at ease, like you were doing a good job even though you knew you were still clumsy and it probably didnât feel as good as head heâs surely gotten in the past.Â
But it encouraged you to work harder to please him, to earn more of those beautiful, unfiltered moans that he was so willing to give you. They were your reward for the intense ache in your jaw.
âF-Fuck,â he groans, suddenly, eyes opening from when he had closed them at some point, âIâm gonna cum. Oh fuck, youâre gonna make me cum.â
His words are slurred, like his brainâs oozed down to his cock, too stupid to think of anything except how heavy and full his balls felt.Â
âShit, shit, shit-!â he whimpers, an honest to god whimper, âOff, pull off!â
You do as youâre told, releasing his cock from your mouth. Strings of frothy drool connect your lips to his tip and you donât dare break it, the sight making you clench around nothing.Â
Johnny strokes his cock, another loud moan erupting from his lips as he cums. It spurts out, splattering against your cheek, making you flinch in surprise. You can see the way his balls throb in time to each rope of cum that his fat cock spits out. More splatters on your cheeks and lips and across your nose until it tapers off to slow, thick oozes that dribble over his knuckles.Â
When he lets himself go, he sags against the couch, staring dazedly at the ceiling as his erection flags and grows soft.Â
When he finally looks at you, you can see his eyes widen almost in alarm. He leans forward, cupping your cheek, messily swiping some of his cum off of your cheek.
âSorry, sweetheart,â he mumbles, still sounding breathless, âDidnât think you were gonna get splashed with it.â
âItâs okay,â you whisper, feeling his cum still lingering on your lips.
You canât resist sticking your tongue out to taste it. His eyes darken at the sight of you licking up his cum. You donât make a face of disgust like he expected, instead he catches the way your thighs clench together.
âIs that right?â he mumbles, cock twitching in interest, âIsnât that an interesting development? You like to taste cum, sweetheart?â
You whimper when he swipes more up onto his thumb, bringing it to your lips for you to suck off, which you eagerly do. You suck his finger clean until he pulls it back out, pupils blown wide, making his blue eyes look black.
âYou ever had that pretty cunt eaten before?â he asks, a predatory grin splitting across his face when you shake your head.
His hand wraps around your throat, ripping a moan out of your throat. He easily manhandles you onto your knees, tits pressed against the cushions of the couch with a nasty âstay.â
You never thought youâd enjoy being manhandled and ordered around like a dog but fuck if youâre not learning more about yourself tonight.Â
Soap smacks your thighs apart, and slips his head between them. You take a glance down and nearly choke at the sight of him laying on his back, staring hungrily as you cunt drips gooey, sticky strings right onto his waiting tongue that he holds out for it.Â
The sight is so fucking filthy.Â
But itâs nothing compared to the sounds he makes when he gets that tongue on your cunt. He slurps between your folds, groaning at the taste of your cum on his taste buds. He swallows your clit, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks.Â
Youâre already a moaning mess, crying out into the cushions which you claw desperately at. Your eyes roll up into your head when you feel him pop your clit out of his mouth, spit on it, and then slurp it right back up.Â
He eats so fucking dirty, itâs disgusting and sloppy. But it makes you rut your hips against him.Â
Soap chuckles, pulling back to watch you work your hips over nothing before you realize he stopped and whine.
âFuck yourself on my tongue then,â he whispers, earning him a relenting whimper in response.Â
You can feel the flat of his tongue, hot and thick, against your clit. The little budâs so hard, swollen and pulsing against the muscle.Â
With his order ringing in the back of your head, you clumsily hump his tongue. You drag your sensitive little clit back and forth along the surface of his tongue. It feels so fucking good that you actually sob. The sound tears from your chest and makes his cock twitch.Â
You rut faster and faster, not caring about the way youâre messing up his face when you move too high or too low. You know thereâs a mess on his chin, cheeks and nose but you donât care. His tongue is there for you, for you to cum all over. Heâs so good to you, holding it out just so you can use him as you please.Â
As you grow closer and closer, your moans change in pitch and he suddenly reaches up, stilling you. You groan, an irritated sound that makes him laugh. You frown at that but itâs quickly wiped away when he grips your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can stuff his tongue into your creaming cunt.Â
You shout, sitting straight up in surprise, your weight falling onto his face. He moans at that, rewarding you by pushing his tongue even deeper. It feels odd, different from his fingers and his cock. Itâs soft and almost slimy, not long enough to quite reach any pleasurable place.Â
But just the fact that heâs got his tongue buried in your pussy is enough to have you clenching on it. He watches you through heavy lids, waiting to see what your next move is.Â
Heâs enjoying your little show, he must admit. He likes seeing a sweet, clumsy virgin experience these things for the first time. He likes the fact heâs breaking you in, tearing your walls down and seeing you lost in mind-numbing pleasure.Â
You surprise him by resuming the motion of your hips. You hump back and forth, riding his tongue like itâs a little toy just for you. And he supposes it is, heâd be a toy for you if you so wished. Heâs addicted to this sweet, creamy little pussy and heâs not afraid to admit it.Â
You reach down, swirling your fingers around your sticky clit. Thereâs lewd clicks that accompany the movements along with the sound of his tongue sliding in and out of your hole.Â
You meet his gaze, heâs staring so intensely at you. It spurs you on, makes you fuck yourself on his face more confidently.Â
You tap your fingers against your clit, slapping the little bud and pulling your fingers back to show Soap the sticky strings of slick that connect them to your cunt. He canât stop himself from reaching down, wrapping his hand around his cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you smacking your clit and fucking his tongue.Â
Youâre pulsing around it, dripping down his face and mixing with the drool that's pooling out of his mouth. His face is a mess, it drips down his cheeks and under his neck. Heâs sure thereâs a pool beneath his head that will need to be cleaned up and fuck, heâll lick it from the floor if you let him. Just as long as he gets to taste you again.Â
You gasp, tossing your head back. His cock fucking aches, harder than it was before and more sensitive now that heâs already had an orgasm. He knows heâs leaking, drooling sticky precum all over himself like the horny mutt he is.Â
You cum spectacularly, twitching and trembling, rubbing your clit and clenching around his tongue. Itâs like a reward, swallowing down your cum straight from the source. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and wraps his lips around your clit again.Â
You wail, shaking and throwing yourself face down against the couch again. You try to wrench your hips away from his punishing mouth but he wraps his arms around your thighs and continues to slurp and slobber all over that tender little bud. Your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm tears through you, far too soon after the other. It almost hurts from how sensitive you are through it, not even able to make a sound as it washes over you.Â
Only when youâre left twitching and trembling does he finally relent. Thereâs tears falling out of your eyes and drool dribbling down your chin. The picture of fucked out.
He laughs, folding himself over your back.Â
âYou still with me?â he asks, kissing your shoulder.
You whimper, âFuck, youâre so good, Johnny.â
He chuckles, âThink you can take more?â
You eagerly nod your head and he doesnât waste any time. He sinks his cock into you in one deep thrust. You choke on a moan, arching your back so you can feel him even deeper.Â
He doesnât start slow like he did before. He knows your little cunt is fucked nice and open for him now. Youâre still dazed, drunk on endorphins, any attempts to meet his thrusts are sloppy and clumsy. Itâs cute so he doesnât bother stopping you.Â
âSpread your legs,â he orders you but doesnât wait for you to do it.Â
Instead, he meanly knocks them apart, opening you up even more. His balls slap against your clit and you wail, the exact reaction he was hoping for.
âThere you go,â he laughs, âYou liked slapping that little clit earlier. Howâs this?â
âSo good!â you cry, kicking your feet against the floor as pleasure washes through you.Â
You feel like a live wire, every movement forcing you closer and closer to your next orgasm. Soap isnât far behind you, too sensitive and worked up to draw it out for long.Â
He clasps the back of your neck, pinning your face to the cushions as he fucks. He takes and takes, using your sticky, gooey cunt. Heâs pounding into you, hips slamming against your ass and his balls slapping your clit.Â
You canât even say anything as the orgasm washes over you. He only feels it, the rhythmic clenching of your walls and the gush as you squirt. Youâre silent, completely still against the couch as he saws his fat cock in and out, squirt after squirt of cum splattering all over his thighs until he inevitably reaches his own end.Â
This time, he fills you up. Seats himself as deeply inside of you as he can before he moans. His cock pathetically spits only a few strings of cum but the orgasm lasts far longer, encouraged along by the clenching of your cunt as youâre coming down. Or maybe youâre still cumming, heâs not sure.Â
Thereâs a faraway look in your eyes, a wet spot of drool underneath your cheek on the cushion of the couch. Youâre panting and glistening with sweat. When he pulls out of you, you drop to sit on the floor, the measly load he had given you drooling out of your cunt as it continues to clench and throb around nothing.Â
Fuck, heâs never felt so proud to fuck someone brainless before. He knows youâre gonna need a good bath and cozy arms to sleep in.Â
And his are the best around, if he does say so himself.Â
He kisses up your spine, curling himself around you as you finally start to come back to yourself, pliant and soft. The both of you sit there, holding one another and sharing soft kisses until he decides itâs time to move.Â
Heâs in no rush, though. Heâs wrapped around your finger now and youâre never getting rid of him.Â
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jack & luke loving quinnâs gf almost as much as he does bc suddenly they have an older sister they can call for advice on the most random thingsâŚ
âso, hypothetically, if i wanted to get a pedicure, would they give it to me since iâm a guy?â jack asks you over the phone.
you stop in your tracks, right in front of your car, baffled at the question. âjack, is this seriously what you called me four times about?â
âi mean, yeah. you werenât picking up. thought you and quinn might be screwing and wanted to break that up as soon as i thought about it,â he admits like itâs the most casual thing in the world.
âjack!â you scolded, scoffing at his crudeness. âi was picking up some snacks for the guys before their game today. i couldnât even get to my phone if i wanted to,â you roll your eyes, even though he canât see you.
âyou make it sound like you were ignoring me on purpose,â he says, basically being able to hear the pout on his face.
âi wasnât not ignoring you on purpose.â
he smacks his teeth at your answer, returning to his original question. âanyways, will they do a pedicure on my gnarly man feet or no?â
you donât even try to hide the laugh that escapes you, opening your door and finally sitting down in your car. âyes jack, theyâll give you a pedicure. are you actually going to go get one?â
âyes! dude, have you seen my feet lately? theyâre disgusting. plus, quinn was telling luke and i about that time you made him do one with you and how much better his feet felt in his skates afterwards.â
you think about the fact that quinn now has monthly pedicure appointments with you, not shocked at all that he shared the information with his younger brothers.
âjack! is that y/n? i need to talk to her!â you hear luke yell in the background of jackâs call, stopping whatever response you were about to give.
you hear shuffling, insinuating the exchange of the phone. âhey! y/n! so, i need your advice.â
âhi, luke, iâm good, thanks for asking! how are you?â your voice drips with sarcasm.
âyeah, hi and whatever,â he dismisses you. âso, if you were a girl, would you rather your date wear a pink shirt to show heâs not a toxic guy, or would you rather him wear blue or black to show heâs serious about the date?â
once again, you pause. you look over to the side, as if thereâs an invisible camera there and mouth a âwhat?â
âokay, well first of all i am a girl-â
âwell yeah, but likeâŚa real girl. one that isnât dating quinn and would be ready to hop on the luke train,â he interrupts you, earning his own roll of your eyes.
âas i was saying,â you ignore his interruption, âi am a girl, and i donât think itâs that serious? wear whatever you wanna wear. if she likes you, she likes you. if she doesnât, she doesnât. i donât think wearing pink is going to either hurt or help the date.â
the line is silent for a moment. âi think iâm going to wear pink anyways. you know, just to let her know iâm not a douche,â he finally speaks.
âokay, well, if thatâs what you want to do, then do it-â
âthanks, y/n! bye!â youâre cut off yet again, hearing the line go dead. groaning, you call quinn, letting him know youâre on your way with the food.
âhey, baby! you get the catering order yet?â quinnâs excited voice fills your car as you turn it on and put it in drive.
âyeah, i got it. on my way now. just got off the phone with your idiot brothers,â you tell him, pulling out into traffic.
âoh god, what did they want this time?â he asks you, knowing how often youâre plagued with calls from his siblings.
âwell, jack wanted to know if he could book a pedicure appointment even though heâs a man, and then luke wanted to know if he should wear pink on his date so he doesnât look like a douche,â you give the short version of your conversations.
quinn lets out a laugh, not at all surprised at his brothers.
âquinn, weâve gotta set some ground rules. i canât keep doing this. i donât know how you dealt with this by yourself for all these years. and god, your sweet mother. i feel for her,â you say not entirely seriously, knowing they call ellen more than they call you, if thatâs even possible.
âbaby, they love you. youâre the big sister they never had, theyâre just excited to finally have someone to ask this stuff to other than mom. because mom usually tells them to figure it out on their own,â he chuckles, knowing how much both luke and jack have told him they loved having you around.
âwell, iâm about to take the ellen approach because they make me want to pull my hair out sometimes, those disgustingly lovable heathens,â you tell your boyfriend, never really being able to say anything bad about the brothers. theyâre like excited puppies anytime they get to see you in person, and it does melt your heart a little bit each time.
âiâll talk to them about it,â quinnâs still laughing at how you canât help but talk about how much you love his brothers, even when youâre aggravated at them. âjust focus on getting here. i miss you, wanna see you before game time.â
âokay, be there in like-â you stop talking when your ringtone blares through your car.
âgod, its jack again. i gotta go, iâll see you in a few minutes,â you groan, ending the call to answer the interruption.
âwhat is it this time, jack?â
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texting Stan and Ford headcanons
smut version
Ë ŕźâĄÂ âď˝ĄË Stan Pines
â§Â Stan is the kinda guy who thinks emojis are a scam, but somehow, he figured out how to use the "thumbs up" and "money bag" emoji. so, expect a lot of those in your chats.
â§Â his text tone is rough, a little misspelled, typed like he's yelling even when he isnât. Half of his texts are in all caps, and he absolutely does not care about grammar. but he gets the point across, always.
â§Â youâre getting messages at 3 am about some âbrilliantâ scheme to make a quick buck. heâll send, âLISTEN, doll, what if we made... GIANT⌠glitter-filled eggs for easter? Tourists'll go NUTS." you reply, half-asleep, with âStan, ily but go to bed." and all you get back is a âđ¤ŹÂ YOU GOTTA THINK BIGGER!â
â§Â Stan sends those weird chain messages he swears are from some âhotshot businessmanâ thatâll make you rich in a week. and when you donât respond immediately, you get a: âFine, Miss Doubtful, see you when Iâm rolling in gold.â
â§Â there are whole days where he just floods your phone with random, blurry photos of some new Mystery Shack "artifact" he found. Itâs usually junk he picked up at a garage sale, like a âhauntedâ ashtray or some knock-off painting thatâs âprobably ancient.â
â§Â If heâs feeling sappy (and tipsy): you might get a rare âthinking bout you, sweet thingâ at 2 am. but if you try to call him on it the next day, heâll just be like âDidnât say that. Youâre makinâ stuff up.â
â§Â when heâs really riled up about something, though? then his messages are just. . . a stream of caps-lock curses, mixed with misspelled attempts to describe whatever nonsense he just got himself into. you just sit back and let him rant; heâll cool off eventually.
â§Â and the voice messages are something else. they sound like heâs talking through a fan half the time. one minute, heâs rambling about how tourists are âthe dumbest suckers on the planetâ and the next, heâs ranting about how âbigfoot definitely broke into the shack last night!"
types of messages Stan texts:Â
"So⌠whatcha wearinâ? đ"
âHey doll, I just found a penny on the ground! Maybe todayâs my lucky day⌠hint hint ;)"
"Iâd say somethinâ romantic, but I think my brain just shorted out. Youâre a little too cute for a guy like me."
"Just tried that new cafĂŠ downtown. Ordered coffee⌠tastes like they filtered it through someoneâs laundry. Youâd hate it. Wanna come mock it with me?"
"Not gonna lie, I miss that face of yours. So whatâre we doinâ about it, huh?"
âAgain missinâ that cute little smile of yours⌠maybe you could send me a pic to remind me?â
"Wanna help me scam the tourists today? Iâll split the loot with ya⌠maybe ;)â
"You wouldnât believe what I caught Ford muttering in his sleep. Manâs like a walking encyclopedia, even when heâs unconscious."
âGot any plans later? Thought maybe we could⌠yâknow⌠not have plans together."
Ë ŕźâĄÂ âď˝ĄË Ford PinesÂ
â§Â hehehehe heâs like an old-school emailer whoâs just now getting the hang of messaging apps. texts in complete sentences, full punctuation, like heâs drafting a dissertation.
â§Â He sends you whole paragraphs at random hours, talking about some discovery heâs made, like heâs reporting directly to NASA. youâre like, âFord, it's just a weird-looking squirrel." and he's already typing another essay about its "possible interdimensional origins."
â§Â once in a while, heâll send you a message that says, âAre you awake?â at, like 3 am followed by a string of thoughtful yet completely bonkers hypotheses. you find it cute, though, his mind never stops, not even for a second.
â§Â If heâs feeling bold, you might even get a âhypotheticalâ confession out of him: âHypothetically, if one were to develop... strong emotional attachment to a certain person... how would one proceed?" You tease him about it the next day, and he gets flustered, âIt was purely scientific curiosity."
â§Â Ford isnât big on emojis, but he likes the brain and alien ones, using them poetically. heâll sign off texts with a single brain emoji, like itâs his version of a little goodbye wave.
â§Â on really rare occasions, heâll send a voice message. theyâre always way too long, and itâs usually him whispering so he doesnât wake Stan up. he goes on about cosmic rays or âgravity anomalies,â his voice dropping lower when he gets excited. you live for those moments
â§Â and if he ever texts you a âgood night,â you just know heâs been up thinking about it for hours, trying to figure out if itâs âappropriate.â
types of messages Ford texts:Â
âItâs been approximately 3 hours, 12 minutes, and 23 seconds since our last conversation⌠not that Iâm counting or anything. Just⌠miss you."
sends a meme about science nerds âUs. But mostly me.â
âMy hands ache from writing⌠though perhaps if it were writing about you, I wouldnât mind.â
âDo you think about me too, or am I the only one utterly ruined by this⌠whatever this is?â
âIâve been thinking about that book you lent me... đ¤Â Itâs honestly so much more interesting than I expected, thank you for recommending it."
"I donât know how to work this... But I managed to send a meme! Itâs not the worst thing Iâve done, I suppose?Â
âI did it. I fixed the telescope. Finally. Now we can actually look at the stars like weâve talked about. :)"
"I hope youâre feeling okay today. I noticed you seemed a little stressed the other day. Donât forget to take care of yourself. :) Itâs important."
"If I could rearrange the periodic table, Iâd put U and I together. :( Sorry, nerdy joke... :âD)â
ps - I CANT THEYRE SO CUTE BOTH I WANT TO SMASH THEM AGAINST THE WALL
lmao if someone wants, i can write some spicy types of chatting with them :)))
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âIs there anything else I can get for you?â
âOne more rum runner, please.â
âMy pleasure, Iâll have that right out.â
Dreamjolt Holstery was abuzz, tables full, a slow and sultry jazz melody practically drifting through the air as a pretty Halovian woman in a sparkling dress tickled the ivories with expert and slender fingers. the atmosphere smelled of spices and mixing cologne. cherry-flavored fog curls up from a boulder-shaped manâs cigar in a corner booth by himself. and you traipse the maze of customers needing tending with the grace and elegance befitting your status as Penacony-born. after all, the Dreamscape was like your second home, and youâd learned how to traverse it with ease. the tourists you pass by, table after table full of awed looks and hushed whispers of wonder at the whimsical land theyâre vacationing in, never fail to make you smile. happy that theyâre enjoying themselves here.
your dress flutters like wings as you pass the empty service bar. usually, that would be your stop. the bartender would make each order you ask for with care, and when it was done, youâd arrange them neatly upon a tray and distribute them throughout the lounge. a familiar twirling, light-footed dance around tables and through aisles of booths. tonight, however, the service bar was darkened. the tender was not there, and that was because it was closed. all through your shift, youâve had to squish yourself into the packed crowd waiting for drinks at the main bar.
where Gallagher worked, of course.
your cheeks seem to take on a heat at the simple mention of his name in your thoughts. you thought about the scruffy, smirking bartender. how his baritone rumbles, a houndâs growl in his throat, and the syllables of your name drip from his tongue. it makes you weak in the knees, which is why you much prefer when the service bar is open so you can avoid swooning from one, little smolder.
approaching the bar to find not a stool vacant, and not an inch of space without someone taking it up, you sigh softly, attempting to get Gallagherâs attention from the furthest corner, nearest the employee entrance, by waving your hand, though at first heâs immersed in conversation with his patrons. as much as you hated to interrupt, you had your own customers to take care of. âGallagher!â you call out, waving your hand again, though you were unsure if you were as dwarfed by the crowd as you felt.
thankfully, however, a sleepy-looking moonstone gaze falls upon you, and he makes his way down to you, picking up an order or two on the way. âGotta get that service bar up and runninâ,â he says in a lazy drawl, reaching to grab two bottles by the necks off the display rack, âwhat do you need, girlie?â but he didnât sound annoyed, or rude. in fact, it was difficult not to focus on the little smirk that inched his lips up.
âOne more rum runner,â you reply with a sheepish and apologetic bat of your eyelashes. âThen I promise to leave you alone.â
Gallagher chuckles at that, shaking his head as he plucks the run up with the same hand. âNow, that, I wouldnât even dream of.â he answers, dumping the ingredients into a cocktail shaker. he seems not to notice the way you shy away from him as he works, afraid to look at the way his muscles bulge against the tight confines of his shirt along his biceps as he shakes up the drink, lest you embarrass yourself by staring. if he did, then he didnât say anything, already giving his attention to the customer ordering right in front of him.
nervously, you drum your fingers on the bartop, trying to look anywhere else. even as his rough, yet light-hearted chuckle warms the aura. your eyes flit downward, to your own fingers, before they follow a little puddle of translucent, glowing liquid that had probably been spilt as he made a drink earlier, but had yet to be wiped up. then, your eyeline, as if pulled by gravity, jumps to to cocktail glass in front of him, and the reddish orange drink that flooded into it. following the arc of his pour, your gaze crests along the thickness of his knuckles, faint scars you can see peeking out from beneath the leather of his fingerless glove, and the sheer size of his hand. up, up, up your stare crawled. along his tan forearm, branded with more criss-cross scarring and thick, dark hair, to the folds in his shirt, rolled up at the elbow whilst he worked. the sloping mountains of his bicep, and along the broad expanse of his shoulder, before you found yourself doing exactly what you had been trying not toâ staring at his handsome face. thankfully, he was preoccupied, and didnât feel you looking. it gave you more time to admire the little details. the fine lines in the corner of his tired eyes, a testament to his age. the sparsely scattered hair above his lip and on his chin, the deep plunge of his nose from the profile view you were given.
âGall⌠agherâŚâ you werenât even certain youâd said it out loud, but your lips most certainly formed the syllables as you admired him. that was, until you realized the rum runner was finished. instead of handing it to you like he had been doing all night, though, heâd set it on the back counter, where the racks of booze were. had he gotten too distracted by conversation? âGallagher, the drinkââ
but he was already busy, making another. his back was to you as he swaggered down to the opposite end of the bar to fulfill another order.
well, thatâs no big dealâ heâs super busy, and anyway, you can take a couple more steps to grab a drink. pulling on the divider, the staff entrance opens, and you scurry behind the bar. it takes three steps into Gallagherâs domain to reach your order, but youâve no time to wrap your fingers around the stem of the glass before you feel his imposing, warm figure at your back.
âFinally,â he murmurs, and you shudder at just how close his mouth is to your ear. he must be leaning down to allow his lips to just brush against the shell of it, his breath hot and heavy against the side of your cheek. it raises goosebumps on your arms, and your hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. his arm stretches out, to place a bottle back into itâs home of the shelf in front of you, but it feels more like a maneuver to box you in against the bar. âBeen tryinâ to get you back here all night long, girlie.â
âWâwhy?â you ask, your eyes flickering down to the other side of the bar. one, powerful hand rests upon it, truly caging you in place. âI should really get this out to my tableââ youâd reached for the drink again, the sensation of him at your back like a thick, sturdy wall that radiates heat making you dizzy.
âIn a minute,â he stops you, nuzzling his face against your hair. it takes a moment of burrowing before he reaches your neck, sniffing wildly like a beast whoâs taken with the aroma of a fresh kill, before he snorts, allowing his lips to dance along the tender column of your neck. âYou wanna know something? Iâve kept my eye on you, and let me tell you⌠That little dress aâyers been driving me wild all night.â his heavy boots crunches of spilled ice as he plants his feet on either side of yours, pressing his body right up against your back. it was then that you felt a bulge, thick and hard, rubbing against your butt through his trousers. you canât help the embarrassing half-whine that leaves your lips, or the humiliation that follows when he hears it. âYou feel it, donât you, little girl?â he purrs against your skin, the dull edges of his teeth grazing your flawless skin. âHow hard you make me, just by skipping around in that skimpy skirt. Your soft, warm thighs on perfect display for me.â one hand slides off the bar to grip your thigh, and you practically melt into his groping. he can nearly close his large fist around your thigh, his fingers brushing up against your panties. a low, guttural sound rumbles in his throat when he feels how warm your core is, and you canât help the damp patch that is subsequently formed. âBeen wanting to get my hands on ya. Feel you just like this. Make you feel me, too.â his other hand disappears now, too, between his body and yours. moments later, you hear the unbuckling of his belt, the undoing of his fly.
âGallagherââ it was hard to think, what with the air around you and him thick with lust, and his heavy breath on your neck, but you still managed to stammer out, âthâthe drink will getâ wateryââ
âIâll make ya a hundred of âem after this if it does, so long as you just hush up for a minute, little girl.â he mutters, and frees his aching cock from itâs confines. slipping it under your skirt, he teased the back of your panties with the tip for moment, trailing hot pecks up your neck and along your jaw bone. âStay just like this, and let me feel those plush thighs squeeze my cock.â pushing the head of his dick along the curve of your panty line, itâs only a matter of moments before it worms itâs way between your thighs, perching your clothed core atop his length. pushing up on to your toes in order to keep your balance, you gasp and grab the edge of the bartop with both hands, but Gallagher has snaked his hands around you, pressing them both flat against your belly to push your body back against him. âThatâs a good girl,â he praises gruffly, his hips rolling forward against you. thereâs a little resistance at first, before your arousal and his own precum mingle between your thighs and create a sticky, slick cavity for him to fuck. you glance down, breathless, and watch the way his cock jabs against the ruffles in your skirt when he thrusts, and how the bulge disappears when he recoils. the wet cotton of your panties is harsh on your sensitive cunt as it sits flush against the veiny tool pumping between your thighs. âSo soft,â he murmurs, before taking your earlobe between his teeth, tugging ever so slightly. âBut youâre soaking wet, girlie. Youâre making a mess on yourself. That greedy pussy of yours already wants a turn?â
âAâah, d-donâtâŚâ you feel your humiliation growing with each word, your cheeks on fire and your body trembling. you werenât asking him to stop, you couldnât imagine forming those words. âDâdonât say that, itâs dirtyâŚ!â
Gallagher chuckles, but itâs hoarse and forced from his lips. âSo shy.â he scoffs, taking the flare of your hip against his palm to move your body back and forth, and match his eager rhythm. âFor a little thing pinned to the bar, riding my cock. Clenching her pretty, little thighs while I use âem just like a sweet. Little. Pussy.â each word is emphasized by a snap of his hips, ramming his girth forward. every throbbing vein on his cock creates a ridge that you feel as it scrapes against your swollen clit, and you mewl with your lips pursed, your imagination running wild with what it would feel like if heâd decided, instead, to push your panties aside and fuck you properly.
âYou already feel too good,â Gallagher growls against your cheek, giving it a tender, little kiss. it was a stark juxtaposition to the way his girth pounded the tight gap between your thighs, but it still made you crumble back into his arms, swooning. âGonna make me cum quick.â
âWâwhat?â you blinked, suddenly hyper aware. you try to push yourself back up, but the hold he has on your hip and belly keeps you firmly against his heaving chest as he roughly chases his high. âWhâwhere are youââ
âHeh.â
it was a half a chuckle, but it was all Gallagher could form before he was grinding his teeth. hips erratically bucking forward, he changes the angle by taking a half a step forward, nearly pushing you over the bar in the process, and his tip jams itself repeatedly and angrily against your panties, each time shooting a rope of his release that clings to the fabric and threatens to tear them open with the force applied. somehow, the soiled, wet fabric holds some of its integrity, even as he empties his balls on to it, allowing his smell to really seep into the fibers and mix with yours. âEven a mutt knows to mark his territory so others donât claim it.â he hisses after a long moment of listening to his huffing and puffing as he came on your panties.
âYâyour territory?â you repeat, dumbfounded.
with a few more shakes, using his fist to grip his cock and squeeze the last couple of beads from the softening cock, he takes a step back, giving enough space to be able to tuck it back into his pants without a single patron realizing what was going on. you stumble, once you drop down from your sore toes flat on your feet. the warm, wet feeling of Gallagherâs cum deep in the threads of your panties making your legs feel like jelly.
âMhm, those warm thighs. Your needy, little cunt. Mine now, ainât they?â he grins down at you, placing a hand against your lower back to keep you steady so you donât fall. he doesnât wait for an answer before he uses his free hand to push the rum runner into yours, and he gives you a little nudge to send you stumbling, blinking and dazed after what just happened, out from behind the bar with a playful taunt. âNow, hurry up. Drinkâs gettinâ watery.â
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Light The Flame
mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Part 2
Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?
Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!
Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing
Gif credits to owners!
Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!
Also this shit is long so buckle up!
It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.
All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!
That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.
"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.
"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.
"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.
That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.
"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"
Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.
"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.
"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.
He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.
With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.
Joel
A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.
You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.
Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.
"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.
"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.
"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!
Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.
"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.
"I did."
He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.
"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?
"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.
"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.
"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.
Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.
You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.
That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.
It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.
As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.
"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.
You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.
He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".
Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.
"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.
"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.
He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"
You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.
And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.
Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.
Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.
The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?
Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.
Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.
"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.
Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.
Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.
Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.
"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.
Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.
"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.
He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?
"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.
"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?
"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."
He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."
He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.
"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.
Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.
Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.
Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.
But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust
You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.
Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.
But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.
After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.
Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.
"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.
You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.
"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.
Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.
As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.
All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.
Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.
After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.
Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.
But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...
Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.
The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.
Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."
"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.
"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.
"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.
"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"
She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.
"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.
You gulped, "I got a taxi."
"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?
"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.
"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."
Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.
"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?
"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.
She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.
"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.
Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"
This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?
The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.
"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.
"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.
She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.
"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.
"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.
"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.
You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.
"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.
She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"
Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?
"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.
"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.
"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.
"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.
Yep, it will be nice.
After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.
Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?
You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.
You: No worries! See you tomorrow!
Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.
You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.
The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.
That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.
Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.
And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.
There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.
Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.
Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.
"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.
They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.
Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.
"A bit." You conclude.
"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.
Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!
Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.
"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.
"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?
"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.
"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.
"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.
Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.
"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.
"Linda's a bit serious."
"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.
"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.
"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.
"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.
"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.
"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.
"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.
You giggle, "You're so good to me."
The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.
"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."
"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.
And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.
"What happened?" You ask.
"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.
"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.
Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.
The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.
"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.
"That was him." She says all of a sudden.
"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.
"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?
But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.
You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.
The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?
The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.
"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.
She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.
You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.
"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.
"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.
You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.
You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.
"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.
"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.
Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.
What were you going to do?
You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.
Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.
When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.
"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.
"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"
"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.
"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.
"Fine, but I still feel bad."
You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.
When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.
Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.
His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.
But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.
And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.
"Then take me."
"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.
Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.
"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.
"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.
Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.
Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.
Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.
Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.
As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.
"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.
"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.
"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."
He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.
"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.
But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.
"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Joel." Another warning tone.
"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.
"I promise. Now let me go pee!"
After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.
Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.
Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.
His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.
He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.
"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.
You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.
As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.
The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.
Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.
You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.
Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.
He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.
Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.
The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.
This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.
And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.
This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.
He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.
Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.
He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.
Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.
"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.
He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.
"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.
"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.
"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.
Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.
So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.
"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.
"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.
The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.
His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.
But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.
"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.
You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.
"Shit."
Part 2 !!!!!!!
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sugarcoated
pairing: Mob Boss!Baby Daddy!Lando Norris x Fem!Reader wc: 2.7k cw: violence (implied but not against the reader), emotional manipulation, reader is highkey tweaking, Norris is a touchy ass, slight yandere undertones, this aint healthy an: i keep forgetting my irls have my blog lowkey ive been scared of posting bc of my parents. also hey ladies whats up im back out of my flop era! miss me miss me now you gotta kiss me!
He was always lingering somewhere, no matter where you went.
It was like no matter where you ran, he would always find you. Quite frankly, you were sure that was half the appeal to him, he was a powerful man and he spared no expense in letting you know.Â
Sometimes, it was the little flowers he left on your doorstep in pristine condition, small notes in semi legible handwriting tied to the stems. Other times, it was the faint smell of his perfume that lingered as heâd find himself in front of your door at odd hours of night, begging you to let him in, as if heâd been dying at the steps of your door.
And like a fool, you finally cracked, you did let him in. You were charmed, though there was no doubt it made you uneasy, heâd pacified you with his dazzling promises to take care of you, so what couldâve been the harm?
You didnât see him again after that night. In fact, you hadnât seen him for weeks afterwards, then the games started as soon as you moved.
Youâd run, heâd show up, youâd run again.Â
It was a cycle. There was no leaving the city anymore either, his forces scattered across every crook and nanny of the city. Youâd sealed your own fate with just one hospital visit, deliverance of the exact news youâd prayed to not get as you sat with a test in your hands, two pink lines string back at you.Â
You had no idea how you even made it home that night.
It was in your best interest not to move anymore, but you werenât even sure how to move forward. Your wallet wasnât entirely drained, but you were. Any chance of moving away was immediately stomped out, leaving you with no choice but to firm up against him and his sugar coated words.
It wasnât long before he found out, and when he did, he made sure you knew. You couldnât tell for your life how he felt though.
At first, it was minor things, baby items you didnât recall ordering appearing at your door. You chalked it up to clerical error, but something nagged at you as you inspected them. Then, more expensive items started to appear, everything a new mother could dream of, but it made you uneasy.
Sometimes heâd come along with one of these gifts, standing outside the door as you peered at him through the eyehole. You never answered, with the hope that he'd leave you alone, hoping to dissuade him from anything further.
Then the biggest shock came along, sitting across from you on the counter, as if itâd been there the whole time. You had no time to question, let alone think about it upon seeing the small note attached to the box.Â
I hope youâll love the gift exactly how I did when I saw it, xoxo.
You knew exactly what a diamond ring implied. Yet, you couldnât seem to wrap your head around why he wouldâve sent it. The last thing he wouldâve done was tie himself to you after trying so long to avoid you.
Itâd been four days since the ring had appeared there, and you were simply hoping it was a fluke, no sign of him to back the ever present thought of the intrusion.Â
You sat at the dining table, poking around your half-assed salad as you stared at the box. You couldâve sold it off, but there was no doubt someone wouldâve found out and reported it back to him, leaving you to bear the brunt of his anger at your outright refusal. Heâd never hurt you, but you saw everything in his actions.
The thought was more than enough to throw you off your meal, pushing away the plate with a pained sigh. Eating wasnât the only thing thatâd become harder in recent months, as working had left you with barely any time for yourself.
You were almost ready to doze off right there and then, had it not been for the series of sharp raps on the door, earning a grumble from you as you dragged yourself to the door with a mind full of insults to hurl at the person.
It hadnât occurred to you to check who it was as you sleepily fiddled knob, only saved by the grace of the chain lock youâd forgotten to unlock.
âHey there.â
Your blood froze, hazel eyes staring down through the crack of the door. There he was again, the devil himself, at your doorsteps as if heâd been waiting for you for a long time.
âLando?â it came out as more of a whisper than anything else, voice cracking from a lack of proper use.
âItâs nice to see you too sweetheart,â He laughed, tilting his head at you to meet your eyes through the wide crack.Â
There was a look in his eyes, although you couldnât entirely decide if it was predatory or not as you averted your eyes, looking down at the handle of the door.
âWhatâs going on in there? Are you working late again? Though the doctor said it wasnât good for you to be up this late with the baby on the way.â
You didnât respond, trying to shut the door as subtly as you good, hitting something between the doorframe. Jitters ran down your spine when the door wouldnât move further, looking down to see what it was.Â
Heâd wedged his shoe in between, the bastard. You looked back up, swallowing as he narrowed his eyes, the smile slipping off his face for moments to reveal thinly masked displeasure before disappearing entirely.
He knew what you were trying to do. You didnât know if the guilt building up in your chest, or the possibility of what he couldâve done, scared you more. Heâd never explicitly laid a hand on you, but the amount of torture was already enough as he lingered in your space.
âSomeone has to keep the lights on,â You muttered, letting him nudge the door open. You were already fighting a losing battle, there was no way to keep him away but to hold him at an arm's length. That was how heâd gotten in the first time. He couldnât fool you twice though.
âThatâs why I've been sending you stuff, have you not gotten it?â He frowned. For a moment, it almost felt as if he were trying to be genuinely involved. You knew better.
You hesitated, looking back and forth between the chain lock and his face, though not much contemplating would be able to change the choice thatâd already been made for you.
âNo. I⌠donated it to some of the others at work. Needed it more than I did.â
There it was again, the indignancy in his eyes.Â
âI got it for you though, was it not to your liking then?â His voice was eerily calm, but you knew exactly what it meant. Your hand instantly went up to the chain, almost as if it was moving on its own. Fear gripped at you. You had no idea what he was going to do next.
âSo, youâre determined to be a single mother then? Do you know the kind of trouble it would get you and the baby intoâŚâ He raised his voice, pausing to see if youâd reconsidered.
Clearly a slight tremble in your hand was enough to convince him youâd finally stood down, a smirk gracing his already vicious face as you opened the door. You had no plan to, but it was hopeless to try and stand up without attracting attention, the last thing you wanted was for everyone to know what a shameless bastard he was.
âJust come inside please. Donât let anyone see you any more.â You whispered, letting him through the threshold before you shut the door behind you.
âYouâve been busy, havenât you? Just look at the state of your... apartment.â He shook his head, pushing at stray articles laying all over the floor with his foot, as if they were positively filthy. There were still boxes from your last move sitting around the living room, the only real piece of furniture unpacked being your bed and the table you were sitting at.Â
You couldnât help but be a little embarrassed as you walked into the kitchen, youâd never been this untidy before. It wasnât any easier as Lando tailed you, only pausing outside the door frame, as if something stopped him from coming through.
âYou should move from here. I donât like this apartment, itâs in a sketchy part of town.â
âWell, I don't recall asking for your opinion, did i?â
You didnât pay any mind to his poking, filling a random mug up as you stood at the sink before you shot back, standing in the dark of the kitchen as he walked away, presumably to shuffle through your personals again. You were thankful for a moment of silence though, head pounding from all that had happened today.
You stood there lost in thought, and heâd returned sooner rather than later, tone disapproving as he spoke to you once again.
âI wonder how on earth I'm supposed to convince you if this canât stop you from trying to make it on your own.â
Only, he wasnât at the doorway anymore, standing a little further back, waving a stack of letters to your face. The color of the envelopes, you immediately knew what the contents were.
Heat seemed to bloom across your face, rushing over to grab the letters from him. It was of no use, he could easily keep them out of your reach, but it didnât stop you.
âSweetheart, what happened to you? Looks like youâve managed to stir up more trouble than you can handle, am i right?â You could hear the mock empathy in his voice, distorted by the rush of blood to your ears.
âYou. You happened to me.â You hissed back at him, finally grabbing the papers and slinking backwards. There wasnât any time to leaf through them, but the big bright red stamps were more than enough to drive you to tears when you saw them. But you couldnât cry here. Not in front of him.
He didnât respond to your remark, simply giving you a look of pity, watching with careful eyes as you tossed the pages back onto the table, taking your seat back. The tension was getting higher, only breaking when you finally looked at him, opening your mouth.
âYou canât just come in here, into my life,â you managed, voice quivering despite the resolution youâd come to, âAnd act like you own the place. You have no idea what Iâm dealing with.â
âDonât I?â Lando pushed himself off the opposing wall, getting closer. âIâm the one whoâs been watching you struggle, I'm the one whoâs trying to help you love.â
âAnd is this what help is then?â The thought tasted bitter. âSending gifts isnât helping, itâs⌠wrong.âÂ
Then adding in a whisper, âYou know i canât afford this.â
He paused, the righteous look he had faltering for a second. âYouâre reading it all wrong. Iâm just trying to provide for you and the baby, but you want to be stubborn. You wonât take my help, nor will you take my money.â
âI donât want your money, please.â You begged mercifully, looking at him eye to eye since the first time heâd stepped through the door.
âReally?â He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile that sent chills through you. âYou should be thanking me. Not many get the same kind of priority youâre getting right now. Iâm only trying to make it easier.â
âI would never do it with your filthy money, how many have you run over just to make a paycheck?â You murmured, pausing at the look on his face.
âAt least I can provide for myself. I wonât ever have to scrap the bottom of a tip jar only to fail to make rent.â He replied smoothly, eyes narrowing at your attempt to rebuke him.
The implication hung heavy in the air, and you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palm. âI⌠canât.â
The silence seemed to stretch thinner, and you could feel the burn in your eyes as you looked down at your clasped hands. You couldnât even really tell when the first tear slipped. It kept coming, and you couldnât stop it. You knew he was right.
âHey, hey, none of that.â He said slowly, getting down on one knee to meet your eyes, taking your hand in his. âI was out of line for that, wasnât i?â
You shook your head, covering your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping. He seemed remorseful, running a thumb over your knuckles as he looked at you with a mix of pity and something foreign. âI know I upset you, but I'm still offering you a chance here. I wanna set it right between us.â
You didnât argue through the tears, and he seized the moment. âYou can struggle all you want but I can provide everything you need. I can make the baby my heir, I can give you the life you deserve... all you have to do is say yes.â
âSay yes to what? Marrying you?â The words seem to slip out of your mouth mid sob, and a look of amusement crossed his face as you slapped a hand over your mouth.
âExactly,â he replied, trademark grin spreading across his face. âImagine it. A beautiful ceremony, a life together. Youâd have someone by your side who can ensure nothing threatens you. Youâd be safe and sound. The baby would be my successor, guaranteed.â
âI barely even know you. You donât know me.â You whimpered as he played with your hand, too loving, too suffocating.
He moved closer to your lap this time, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears, soft and tender than youâd known him to be. âYou donât have to be strong all the time, and I know it feels like you donât know me at all. This is a big decision.â
âItâs not just a decision, Lando. Itâs my life.â You hiccuped, despairing clawing at your insides. âHow do I know you wonât just leave when youâre bored of me?â
âDidnât I promise to take care of you and the baby?â He gently cupped your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. âLook at me. Youâre not alone in this. Iâm here now, and I want to help.â
There was a flicker of recognition at his words at the back of your brain, raising voices of caution as you looked at him through glassy eyes. âAnd what if I canât love you back like you want me to?â
Landoâs eyes darkened slightly, and he took your hands, pulling you closer. âYou donât have to love me right now. Just trust me.â His grip tightened, slightly painful as he held onto you. âJust let me show you what it means to be cherished.â
He leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear, the movement making your breath hitch. âLet me in, stop thinking so hard.â
You couldâve stopped breathing, time slowing as he pushed the ring box into your lap.
He was never going to give you a choice, but what he said was ultimately true.
âJust think,â Lando urged as you squeezed your eyes shut, allowing him to play with your ring finger. âThink about what you could have.â
Youâd never really realized how much his scent stuck till you until now, wrapping around you and lingering softly. A part of you was tempted to lean into him, to let him guide you into this new reality.
Even if you hadnât made up your mind, he likely already had.
âFine.â
Wordlessly, the cold metal slipped on the finger heâd been tracing moments before, bringing up your hand to kiss it.
âSee? Youâre already one step closer.â he murmured, his voice low and soothing. âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â
You could only look at him, dried tear tracks sticky against the sudden cold draft of the air.
âItâs a promise,â he said, his thumb brushing over the ring as if it had already tied you together. âI wonât let you go just like that.â
You shuddered.Â
There was no escaping him now. You were tied to him.
A sugar coated nightmare, it seemed.
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what are your thoughts on katsuki's reaction when he finds out his partner has the same spice tolerance as him...
A/N: Oh, anon don't worry I have MORE than just thoughts... I actually love this prompt so I'm gonna write it a little differently than usual :) Here's the masterlist!
Warning(s): Cursing, reader likes spicy food, second or third year-ish, fluff, pre-established relationship, standard partner nicknames are used - dummy, babe, baby, etc, reader is gn but is written with f!reader in mind, double dates but it's just silly goofy
Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Mina Ashido x Ejiro Kirishima
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So from your wording, Bakugou finds out about your spice preferences at some point during your relationship, instead of before, which I don't think is as plausible because of his insane perception skills (he probably knows more about you than even you do before you guys even start dating- my man is a closeted nerd and you can't convince me otherwise). But if he did find out while you two were dating, the outcome would be hilarious.
Let's say you're in the UA dorms, whether you're in the hero course on not, you're just chilling in the kitchen waiting for your boyfriend to meet you downstairs. Class 1-A loves you a ton, and even though they tease you and Bakugou a lot, you both end up having a lot of Netflix and chill dates in the common room since the TV there has a shit ton of streaming services.
You put down your phone, sighing, and decide to be a little more productive instead- making your way to the common room to pick out a movie. It was tradition, between you, Katsuki, Kirishima and Mina to watch movies together every now and then as a double date- something Katsuki was adverse to but you knew he secretly enjoyed the chaos that ensued whenever the four of you were together- also realizing that if they weren't in his line of sight, they'd probably end up blowing up the dorms by accident anyways. He'd only said this once though, face turning bright red as you teasingly called him a mother hen.
Mina and Kirishima had started dating a few months ago (you and Katsuki had celebrated your 1 year anniversary two weeks prior to it ) and being the friend group you were, who could pass up an opportunity?. Kirishima and Katsuki very best friends, as were you and Mina, so it was a no-brainer that the four of you would have regular get togethers like this in the first place. You thought it was nice, seeing Katsuki interact with his friends as he relaxed, even if only a little, around his close friends.
You settle yourself down in the plush couch across from the TV screen, and feel the cushions dip as a new weight is added, seeing Mina Ashido plopping down next to you.
"Movie night!" she cheers, and she nudges you with her shoulder. "Some day we gotta ditch the boys and get through a movie marathon together- I swear Eji has the worst taste in movies, if I have to watch another Star Wa-"
"Hey! My taste isn't that bad!" Kirishima whines, coming up behind the both of you with Katsuki in tow. "Plus you keep asking to watch those K-dramas that get your mascara running."
Mina raises an eyebrow. "Eji, you cry more than I do during those."
Katsuki sighs and raises his hand in an attempt for peace. "Oi, shut yer mouths and go grab the pillows and blankets. Y/N and I will order food and pick out the movie."
Mina groans but relents, looking at you pleadingly. "Please chose a good movie - no âto be continuedâs PLEASE"."
You snort, remembering how one time Kirishima had chosen Captain America: The Winter Soldier, which prompted the four of you to binge the entire MCU on a day without classes.
Scrolling through movies, you decide to choose a classic- the Matrix, something action packed enough to keep Kirishima (and Katsuki's) attention, and something with enough romance to keep Mina hooked.
As you navigate through the countless streaming services, Katsuki's voice pops up behind you.
"Oi, babe what do ya want to eat? Got some rolls dipped in wasabi for myself...I already know Shitty Hair's gonna ask for some chicken wings- an I got some tacos for Pinky cause I know she was whinin about cravin Mexican food earlier..."" He trails off, embarrassed when you grin knowingly in his direction.
You decide to be merciful though, shrugging and returning back to the TV. "I know very well that you're going to order from three different places just so all of us get what we want so I'll just share with you." you smile, and Bakugou's heart thumps softly from your thoughtfulness.
"Tch- whatever dummy. What do ya want in them- I know my rolls are pretty fuckin spicy - avocado, shrimp, cr-" He asks, but you cut his off with a bewildered look.
"What? Why wouldn't I get it with wasabi??" You ask dumbfounded. "That's like 85% of the flavor - plus it's kinda boring without it." you say, and your boyfriend's jaw drops open- as if you'd told him you were pregnant of something.
"Marry me."
You want to burst out in giggles, but stop when you see the deadass look on his face.
"Kats-"
"Jesus Christ baby, of all the shit ya hide from me, ya hide the most important one?!" He asks incredulously and that's when you start laughing.
"If ya told me this shit sooner I would've asked yer ass out the moment I met ya."
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Would you be okay writing some sfw & nsfw on what it would be like dating Connie? I know the reader is married, but he just interests me so much. I love how you based him on Rio, heâs my favorite.
iâm so passionate about connie being based off rio too itâs ok i love writing for him
been away. connie (constance) s.
âyou good?â
and youâd just look at him. a moment for the two of you to be vulnerable together in a car you had no business being in, about to smoke a blunt you shouldnât have been smoking, with someone you especially had absolutely no business being with.
âwhatâs wrongâ
âcanât park here, my husband could see.â
he laughed, starting the engine as loud as he could while he looked at you, a bored expression. his eyes were low and his lips almost sparkled in the moonlight from the lip gloss you kissed him hello with.
âyour husband mama?â
âyes!â
constance wore a white wife beater and some sweatpants, tattoos and muscles on full display to everyone who say him, but you knew it was only for you.
his prized gold chain laid across his collar bone. said his mother gave it to him when he was little. his car smelled like him too, the car you helped him pick out at the dealership. smelled like the color navy blue, if that made sense.
âyea ok. tell him your real man sâ takinâ you out.â
and heâd pass you the blunt, tattooed fingers grazing against your untouched ones and handing you a lighter before putting the car in drive and pulling off.
constance hated your husband, maybe you did too. he never listened and was always out, giving you the freedom to do the same. you werenât a monster though, not like you didnât care for him, just didnât love him.
you loved constanceâ or as you knew him, connie. you knew you loved him when you started to worry about him when he told you he was âgoin to make a playâ in the middle of the night. or at the point where youâd think about him, regardless of you being in a bed with a whole other man, your husband.
âwhere we going connie?â
âsame place we go everytime girl. unless you want me to fuck you in this car.â
you squirmed in the passenger seat at the thought. wouldnât be the first time but he could never not make you hot at the thought of having sex with him again, always gave you butterflies. made you feel like a virgin again. it wasnât always about sex with him though, he was real with you.
when you got to his house it was like clockwork, order food, take a shower, put on some of his clothes and eat together. eventually deciding to eat in the living room and watch some bullshit show youâd been obsessed with recently.
so here the two of you sat. you laying with your head in his lap, and him with his hand rubbing on your butt and the other with the remote.
his house was like a second home to you, he said it was your home too. could come whenever you wanted to, move in if you wanted. got you a copy of the house keys, front door and mailbox.
âgotta move if you donât wanâ fuck right now, you keep rubbinâ onnit.â
and again, like clockwork youâd work his sweatpants and then his boxers off to pull out his lengthy cock. he had a tan shaft with a pretty pink tip. connie always got so hard for you.
you wrapped both your hands around him but it still wasnât enough to cover the whole thing. starting off you kissed the side of it, making sure to do it on both sides and even on the top before you took him all the way down into your throat.
connie would moan, head rolling and a tatted hand coming to push all of your hair up into the messiest ponytail youâd ever had. your free hand rubbing up connieâs tan stomach, pushing his wife beater up.
âfuck babyâ
with your head bobbing at a decent pace, tongue flicking around his pink tip and getting a faint taste of his pre-cum. the sound of your boyfriends moans drowning out the tv show.
âwant you to put it in connieâ
you whispered as you let your head come down from his cock, still stroking while you looked up at him. his eyes were a little red from the blunt you smoked earlier. the tv illuminating his rough features, like the small scares on his face.
âso take your panties off then mamaâ
blondieeu xx
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Iâd rather take my Whiskey neat - Lando Norris x Whiskey! Reader
Plot: Reader thinks sheâs not good for gentle Lando Norris who has a smile bright as the morning and is soft as the rainâŚ
It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?
You never woke up early, you went to bed never earlier than 2am and were never up before 10am. It was a habit you'd got from university and it carried over into post graduation.
For Lando, he never found it an issue. In his mind you would have the bulk of the day together and everything he needed to do for racing, like his work out of time on the sim he could do when you were sleeping. Sometimes he liked to treat himself and have a lay in with you but for the most part Lando was an early riser.
Some mornings he really just loved watching you sleep... pushing your hair back a little before placing a kiss on your cheek and leaving for his morning run round Monaco.
You on the other hand hated it, but you couldn't help it, going to bed late was just part of your lifestyle now but guilt ate away at you, feeling as though Lando deserved someone better, someone who could cater to him better than you.
Despite you coming to bed, hours later than him he always felt most content when you were there with him, even if he couldn't cuddle into you because you were on your phone, or writing on your laptop he just liked the smell and feeling of your presence on the room.
You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
"Come on baby, getting up early isn't bad, it's so good for your mental and physical health and honestly i don't think you'll have these thoughts..." he's chuckle at you, sending you into yet another self-hatred spiral that makes you reconsider everything.
"Baby, you just need to fall asleep earlier, sometimes your still up when i wake up!" he chuckles at you and you'd frown, looking down again. You knew that some nights, on the bad ones that you'd be up until the sunrise, and hadn't yet slept, whereas Lando would be waking up, the golden rays across his gorgeous body.
Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great But while in this world
You were salt, he was sugar. He was the sun and you were the moon and sometimes you worked together beautifully like sweet and salted popcorn, or an eclipse but other times you were at these crossroads that made no sense.
You were an introvert, and Lando could be an introvert too, but that didn't mean he didn't like to go out and party, and ... of course that was great for him and you never stopped him but sometimes when he forced you to come out with him, it felt like you were in a completely different world. All of his friends were ... well they were friends with Lando and while having their own personalities, they werent the opposite to him.
Lando seemed so happy and content with his life, especially when out with friends, maybe it was because it was the only time you could stare and not be caught because there was so much present in bars and clubs he found himself, and you never saw the adoring looks he reserved for you at home when you were both wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa in matching pyjamas.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me You're too sweet for me
One of the first moments when you realised a start difference between yourself and Lando was when you first went out for drinks win London with him and a few other drivers and their girlfriends.
"And the lady ..." the bartender asks with a smirk after he'd taken Lando's order of just a coke to start off with. Despite having only been together for a month, Lando was pretty protective of your guys relationship and his arm had come around you as the bartender waited.
"Just your house whiskey please, neat" you'd asked and all of his friends stopped their conversations to look round at you. Even the bartender seemed shocked.
"What?" you asked them all wondering if you'd said something offensive or rude.
"Nothing, don't even know how you and this Muppet are together, total opposites" Carlos had laughed before turning back to Rebbeca to continue their conversation.
"Whiskey, Neat? Tough Drink" Max had said before reaching out to hand Kelly her drink.
You'd been confused but that was what had started your thoughts.
Lando Norris, was far too sweet for your ... taste!
But that was according to everyone else. Even though you were the same age as Lando, because of how you spoke and who you'd surrounded yourself with in your earlier life people thought you were already pretty mature, but placing you next to Lando made him look like a kid in a candy store and you as his mother.
Lando Norris was everything you wished you were. Bright, happy, silly, kind ... and some says you felt like you were just Dark, Dispersed, Strict and Bitter.
And you'd convinced yourself you were sucking the life out of Lando Norris.
I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go I work late where I'm free from the phone And the job gets done But you worry some, I know
"Come on for once cant we do something spontaneous ... and I don't know out of your comfort zone, like ... not your job" he sighed one day.
He was a little ratty from the complicated previous race weekend that you'd had to miss due to work. And then you'd been working since he'd come back... into the late of the night. But you had deadlines to meet so it wasn't like you really had a choice. People were expecting stuff from you and you weren't going to not deliver.
"Baby, you know i cant. Next week once this is due in!" you'd sighed looking over at him for a split second before looking back at your laptop.
He left, going up to bed ... sad you hadn't come up with him again.
But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate The rest of you like you're the TSA I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong
The conversation you were about to have with Lando you knew would be the hardest one you ever had.
He was so perfect, and pure and you could see you were slolwy starting to taint that. He'd started to sacrifice his sleep schedule to stay up late with you. He wouldn't hang out with his friends as much as he used to and you hated he was changing himself for you.
It didn't feel like you were with Lando Norris anymore. And that's why you got with him in the first place.
And god you loved him for those attributes.
You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait Until that day
He was bright, like a morning. Sometimes if it was around 4 or 5am and you'd just finished up with your work you'd purposely wait until the sun started to shine through the blinds just to see his back light up golden and his face smushed against the pillow his soft lips in a pout.
But you ... you were cold like a December Morning, when you would refuse to get out from under the covers and when you did slippers were a must because the cold wooden floors weren't a polite awakening.
He was soft, like a light drizzle along a pagoda where you could sit and listen to the water hit the ground for hours.
And you were a rain-storm, so harsh that when you went out in it the water would sting as it hit you.
He was pretty, so fucking pretty it hurt when you looked at him, pretty as a vine winding up the side of a castle that how flowers spurting from it.
You were the gnarly kind, with thorns that wrapped around and antient tree that looked like it was strangling the air from it.
Lando most of all was sweet, sweet like a grape when you bite into it and it has the crisp outer layer before the sweet juices explode in your mouth.
But you were like a crushed grape being made into fine wine, maybe a dry like a Cabernet Sauvignon.
And you would wait for him, maybe when he was a little older, more mature and maybe it was you who was destined to taint him and turn him into that bitter old man who had experienced the world as you had seen it.
But ... now wasn't the right time.
You would always take your Whiskey neat.
And Lando ...
Well.
He was far too sweet.
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Help me! I'm hypnotized...
The loser roommate I got stuck with did something to my brain. I didn't think it was possible, but that pathetic fag somehow put me in a trance. I don't remember how: with a pendant or spiral; but it doesn't matter! What matters is that at any second he can say a trigger word, and I end up like this: smiling and flexing like a fucking idiot 'till he releases me.
Sure, I look like I'm alright, but I've been stuck in this pose for two hours. My biceps ache and my shoulders are on fire. Add to that a leg cramp that I cant walk off and you'll realize how awful this torture is.
I'd just been trying to finish an essay (his essay to be exact.) I might be on the football team, but this lazy geek is forcing me to do his homework for him! And even though he ordered me to do that, against my will, he calls me up and says my fucking trigger word! It's fucking ridiculous! I used to go out and party with my teammates on nights like this, but now I'm stuck being this dweeb's mannequin-on-command.
I just know he's going to boss me around when he finally gets here. He'll probably make me cook him dinner again. I'd spit in it if I could -hell, I'd probably poison it if I could- but I know I'll be stuck in my own body again. I hate it when he tells me to smile and serve him like a waiter. God, its humiliating...
He makes me workout during my free time, which I have a lot of now that I can't speak to any of my old buddies. I gotta say that my body's never looked better. I guess their is one upside to being under his control: whenever he tells me to train harder, I have to do it.
The gym is the one area of my life where I can at least pretend that I'm not someone's trained monkey. Still, the fact that I can't even shower without his permission is a pretty harsh reminder. Whenever I get back from a workout, my legs march straight to the table where I sit, flex, and smile while I wait for him to tell me what to do. It doesn't matter how tired or hot I am. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me shower. He just tells me to mop the sweat up with my shirt and then put it back on.
I think the nerd has a thing for sweaty jocks or something. The thought of this creep making me do all this to get his little dick hard pisses me off more than anything...
I applied for a job today. It wasn't because I wanted to. My roommate decided that he wants more spending money, so he turned to me and said that I was going to earn it for him. So it wasn't enough for me to be his personal chef, maid, and eye candy! I have to be his fucking ATM now too?!
The tie wasn't my idea either. He told me to go buy some fancy clothes to make sure I impressed my "future employer." He's such a dweeb, and now he's making me dress like a loser too.
Obviously I nailed the interview. It wasn't hard when he programmed me to say things like "I've always wanted to deliver pizzas," or "I want to be the best employee you've ever had!" He made me sound like such a kiss-ass for a stupid minimum-wage job. Even the guy interviewing me thought I was being a bit excessive! I got hired on the spot, and I'm already scheduled every night this week, because my roommate specifically made me ask for as many hours as possible.
Now that I'm done with probably the most humiliating thing I've ever done, I'm stuck flexing with a tie on 'till that asshole gets home...
I got my first paycheck after a long couple of weeks doing his classwork during the day and delivering pizzas at night. My roommate texted and told me to wait by the front door with my paycheck. Apparently, he's going out tonight with some of his loser friends and wants the cash now. I can't believe I'm about to hand it over to him.
"Hey, handsome," he calls, shutting his car door.
"I'm glad your home, sir. How was your day?"
I do not give a shit about his day! He ordered me to say that whenever he gets back. He's also programmed me to get up and hug him like I'm a fucking queer in love!
"Better now," he purrs, squeezing my butt cheek while we hug, "You should come with me and my friends tonight."
The last thing I want to do is be around him and his pansy-assed friends. "Yes, sir," I smile.
"We're going to a gay bar, and I think you would be an excellent wingman."
My stomach drops at the sound of a gay bar. I don't want to be anywhere near that place, and I really don't want the guy with total control over me parading me around that place like I'm his fucking slut! Where is this going? He wouldn't make me do anything gay, right? The terrifying truth is he could. He could order me to act like a stripper there, or...or worse. Fuck! I don't think there's anything he couldn't make me do. He could order me on my knees right now, and I'd do it with this stupid smile still plastered across my face. He could make me blow his tiny cock, and I'd be helpless to do anything other than enthusiastically suck! I don't want to go to that gay bar. I have to escape.
"Yes, sir," I hear my voice gleefully ring out.
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actor!yuuji & actor!sukuna headcanons
ft. itadori yuuji and ryomen sukunaÂ
content warnings: fluff, itadori twins au, overall cuteness, implied x reader (separated), jjk manga spoilers, characters are aged up to 20+
wc: 2.3k (jesus christ lol)
note: i miss my little actors so much lol. also, i think this is a bit too long, my bad đ
jjk actor au masterlist
as twin actors:
believe it or not, jjk is like one of the roles that had them cast togetherÂ
both of them usually like to play different roles in different shows because they just don't want to be known as each other's twins
love that for them, they're so real for that
but when they were cast, they accepted it since the script and plot were interestingÂ
yuuji is a sweetheart inside out and sukuna is the quieter one between the two, sukuna is soft for his brother though so don't get fooled by his tough persona
yes, he is the older twin LOL and always holds it against yuuji just to be petty
"dude can you get me that can of soda?""why are you ordering your older brother around? have some shame"
yuuji just rolls his eyes but before he gets up and get it himself, sukuna will wordlessly stands up and does it anyway
checks on yuuji whenever he does intense fight scenes
both of them do the stunt themselves since they ate both so physically active
education wise, yuuji graduated as a marketing major and sukuna has a degree in physical therapyÂ
which explains why him and his brother always practice fight scenes together and he helps yuuji with his stance and warm ups!
it's adorable really and he's so tsundere about it too
"no not like that, put your legs this way dumbass" like that typa stuff
sukuna started off as a model but was later on casted because casting agencies thought he has that great villain face
yuuji started off as a side character and really likes acting (he is the theatre kid between the two and sukuna is the quiz bee kid, their mom is BOOKED and busy) and later on recognized because he's just THAT good
yuuji is usually a romance lead or 2nd lead and a slice-of-life guy so when fans found out he will be in an action show, they are excited!
sukuna on the other hand has been casted as a tsundere in romance shows, sometimes a bully and an antagonist in action shows, but a villain that is literally so powerful??? that is so new so his fans are anticipatingÂ
both of them usually arrive on the set together (sukuna is the one driving btw and yuuji just sleeps during the trip)
yuuji prepares both of their bento boxes btw
sukuna loves it
he can cook, but that's it LMAO
he won't admit it but yuuji is the better cook
lowkey a picky eater so yeah
ACTOR!SUKUNA HEADCANONS:
sukuna is the intimidating one (obv) so when him and the other casts first met + the first few readings, it was sooo awkwardÂ
turns out he's lowkey a goofy guy
has fun with his costars and helps them with fight scenes too, gotta put that physical therapy degree into good use
both him and nanami have this silent bond because whenever they're together they just don't talk and bask in the silence as they sit, they just peace amidst their crazy schedule
also an avid toji fan so when this guy found out he's in the same show with his idol he's almost shitting bricks
let out a really loud cheer when he found out and only yuuji knew about it LOL
has a deep-rooted respect towards him and it's sooo obvious whenever toji is around
he is such a fucking fangirl
he just thinks he's so badass and feels so honored to be casted in the same show as him
feels bad that he has to beat up almost everyone đ he is also a sweetheart deep inside
deep inside, he's such a caring and protective brother for yuuji because even though he doesn't have any scenes to be filmed, he still joins him on set whenever time allows him
he may not show it but he's sometimes lowkey terrified about fans tearing him up into shreds whenever he kills their favorite characterÂ
imagine sukuna dripping big sweats by the time THAT episode with [redacted] aired oh my GOD he was so fucking nervous considering their fanbase is so big
yuuji has never seen his brother THIS nervous before and he's enjoying it
luckily though, not much hate happened and most of the time it's just memes and playful banter
his ass is barely on social media LOL
in the years of his instagram existing he only has like 90+ posts or even below đ usually it's just promotion, being an ambassador, magazine shootsâ very lowkeyÂ
doesn't have much digital footprint and i love that for him
whenever he posts, his fans are EATING IT UP since it happens every once in a blue moon lmfao
ACTOR!SUKUNA AS YOUR PARTNER:
as tough as he looks, he actually can be quite clingy, just behind closed doors though
lowkey feels bad when he has to beat up children (LMAO) and his co-actors and asks for cuddles from you for comfort
it's actually kind of adorableÂ
sometimes if his schedule doesn't allow him to have time to visit you, you'll get messages like "babe i just beat up megumi :("Â
since he's not active on social media, he knows some stuff online through you or yuuji
kind of a sad reason why he doesn't go online as much is because as tough as he looks, he's just a guy scared of the hate he's going to have just because he plays a villain or antagonist most of the time
he knows it's not his fault, he just knows that some people just don't know how to separate reality from acting
especially when that scene where he had to off a certain jujutsu sorcerer actor with a huge fanbase
oh boy was he so fucking scared and ran into your arms for comfort :(
he's a softie deep inside ok
when they have to go out of town or even overseas to film, he gets incredibly homesick and misses you so muchÂ
expect a lot of "i miss you" messages, including selfies and candid pictures that he took around the set to
practicing his lines with you is close to impossible, this guy gets all blushy and shit because you're in front of him
and since most of his lines are mean as hell, he just doesn't want to be mean to you
he wants to impress you so bad but when you're around he just becomes a little high school boy with a big crush LMAO
he's such a sweetheart deep inside oh my god
when he decides he wants to post a new photo in his ig, you're the first and only person he'll ask for opinions
so this just means that most, if not all of his posts were handpicked by you
wears your matching stuff like accessories on set and gets sad when he has to take it off while filming
when he learned that his character would have face tattoos, the first thing he did was come home to you with his face makeup on (he had to ask his makeup artist to let it stay) and imitate it on your face
i have this headcanon that sukuna knows how to draw (and is very good at it) so it takes almost no effort to draw the tattoos on your face
you two then have a mini photoshoot (aka just taking a lot of selfies) with the both of you with sukuna marks on the face
it looks so cute that he made it his lock screen
he's lowkey such a sap don't let the character he's playing fool you
ACTOR!YUUJI HEADCANONS:
THE MAN THE MYTH THE BABY
he is literally a sunshine in or out of acting
so polite and so kind it's hard to hate him (not that he is even worth hating on)
so naturally, everyone on set loves to work with him!
unlike his brother, before acting, he doesn't really know a lot of fighting stance (he's a marketing major ffs lol) BUT ever since he was casted, he doubled up on his working out routine with the help of sukuna
even invested his time learning boxing which later on paid soooo much
can literally make everyone on set "aww" whenever his script requires him so cry or even witness a gruesome death scene *cough* nanami and nobara *cough*
during breaks, him and nobara do tiktok challenges and even those kpop challenges all the time and the crew enjoys watching them do it and the fans like it too
he does it too with choso and todo
this guy literally has 3 older brothers who are protective of him it's so cute
this man is so talented, he can cook, sing, dance, act, and is pretty smart too during his university days, it's so hard not to be in love with him
the greenest of the green flags (just like nanamin!) the girls the guys the folks LOVE him so much, literally the standardÂ
just like sukuna, he was fangirling so hard when he found out he's going to be in the same drama with THE nanami kento
he's such a big big BIG fanÂ
has a fan account of him on twitter that is pretty popular but you didn't hear that from me
it's so cute when they're together because they're literally THE father and son duo EVER
has the time of his life whenever he visits nanami and his wife's house and just chill there, sometimes brings his first-year trio besties too (both nanami and his wife don't mind at all)
aside from sukuna, he sometimes practices fight scenes with nanami too!
he is so active on social media đ interacts with as many fans as he can and posts all the time on ig and twitterÂ
has a lot of cute interactions with fans too
by extension, his account is sukuna's behind the scene account LOL
since his brother doesn't post a lot, sukuna's fans tune in to his posts and stories of sukuna behind the scenes or even just some pictures of him that he doesn't post
some of it are just pics of the brothers chilling or going out
yuuji is literally the sukuna fan's saint because of the amount of sukuna content he's giving them LOL
ok but don't get fooled by yuuji's sunshine personality, because he knows how to bite too
whenever he saw hate tweets his brother is getting for playing a villain, he is quick to respond and defend his brother
lowkey a nightmare for the PR team but they know where he's coming from
and despite sukuna telling him to just ignore it, he appreciates his little brother more than anythingÂ
ACTOR!YUUJI AS YOUR PARTNER:
one word: ANGEL
he's literally so lover coded oh my goodness
leaves you some post-it notes on the fridge every single day before he leaves to film
if the trip goes on for days he will leave at least three long love letters for you to read when you miss him and he's busy
creates personal vlogs JUST FOR YOU so if the both of you can't facetime, you'll still know what he is up to
when he was contacted to be the main character of the show, he confided in you whether or not he should accept the offer
don't get him wrong, he is beyond grateful the people think he's capable enough to be the main lead but it makes him nervousÂ
this is his first main character role and the pressure of it all is heavy on his shouldersÂ
he asked for his brother's opinion too but he trusts you enough to talk about his feelings regarding this
of course, when you said that you'll be there with him in every step and support him all the time and do everything to keep the communication between the two of you going despite his soon-to-be hectic schedule, his heart is finally set on accepting the role
you are so proud of him! your baby finally getting the recognition he deserves? hell yeah
his busy schedule was never a barrier between the two of you, yuuji never forgets to update and call you whenever his time permits and he always appreciates every cheer you have given him
type of actor boyfie to show you off his social media platform!
he posts your dates and even hangouts with each other
his fans find it quite adorable and is in love with your whole relationshipÂ
likes to do those couple tiktok challenges with you and post them online, you guys even have shippers lol
of course, if you're the lowkey type, yuuji would respect that and will only include you in his online shenanigans when you feel like it or allow him to post it
practicing lines with you is always exciting but never productive LOL
you both just end up giggling and laughingÂ
in the end you just both opt to cuddle instead (or even make our LMFAO)
yuuji just feels so lucky to have his ever-supporting partner along the way
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