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dimepdf · 2 years ago

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pleaseee i think we all deserve a joseph quinn “wired interview” fic :))

WIRED INTERVIEW. + JOSEPH QUINN

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? [ ❥ ] synopsis. one of Joseph's first interviews following the premiere of the new season and his public disclosure of his relationship. author's note. tis my birthday!

[ ❥ ] pairing. joseph quinn x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1.5k

[ ❥ ] genre and warnings. Fluff, actor!reader, black coded, based this from Kim and Pete’s relationship, Joseph being smitten, literally just fluff series masterlist.

Y/N L/N & joseph quinn Answer the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

The interview starts off pretty tame. The couple that sat in the white room in front of the camera beamed with perfect happy smiles.

Joseph could not help but to touch Y/n in any way that he could.

Many of the fans suspect that his love language might have been touch from the complications and tiktoks of the male always reaching to hug/grab/hold the woman.

Joe wasn’t shy about his smitten state over Y/n that festered throughout the young years of the actors knowing each other. I

f there's one thing that the internet has been talking about since the opening week of Stranger Things releasing their new anticipated season, it's the new couple on set: Y/n L/N and Joseph Quinn’s rumored relationship.

After the pair met in the following year for the production of season four of Stranger Things, they've been spotted together a number of times, including the very adorable trending clips of them trending of the pair being more than friendly, begging the question from their fans: are they an item?

Just weeks after the release of the new season, Joseph and Y/n were spotted holding hands during an outing in NYC on what seemed to be a double date with their co-stars Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton at a pricey restaurant in the city.

Photos of the pair caused fans to speculate that maybe it just wasn't their characters that had a connection as well, though a source told People at the time, "Since we’re like one big close-knit circle of friends just being friends, it might come off that way to other people."

Following the many sightings, Joseph and Y/n were reported to have gone on a more private dinner date at another iconic Italian eatery, Campania's, in New York's Staten Island.

A source told Page Six, "Y/n arranged a dinner on the rooftop privately," adding that they didn't bring security with them and "quietly were able to sneak in and out."

A report from E! at the time also revealed why Joseph apparently likes Y/n, saying, "Y/n is a very down-to-earth person, who seems very grounded and humble every time that they hang out."

People reported that Joseph and Y/n were seen mingling a lot together during the after party of the Stranger Things watch party. Sources show proof of the pair together in almost every video that was posted from the small party that was attended mostly by the cast and production along with friends.

A source told People at the time that the couple was "always together." It was a "big night for them," another source told E! News. "But it seemed like they were in their own universe." The source also said the two didn’t want to be perceived as a couple in public. "They were careful not to show too much PDA with so many eyes around."

With the entirety of the entire internet (including Dojacat) wondering what was going on between the pair, Joseph decided to settle things earlier this week, during his current appearance at Comic Con, where a fan asked the long awaited question about the situation.

"I think everyone just wants to know—me mostly because, hello, you’re both so fine—but is it really just a rumor or are you and Y/N really an item?" The fan asked as the audience voiced their approval of the question. "Or is it all just, like, really good PR? You have to be honest."

Joseph couldn't seem to contain his blushful glance as he playfully fauxed an eye roll, dramatically leaning back from his chair as the crowd seemed to get louder with anticipation of his answer before responding: "I'm more offended honestly that you guys think it was all just a PR stunt."

Understandably, the crowd completely lost it for a moment before Joseph finally said, "I mean, we made out that one time in public and the next day she was just scrolling through twitter and all the replies were just like "guys, they're just besties, calm the hell down" and I’ve never been more concerned because we weren't even trying to hide it, it was more just waiting until everyone caught on."

Over on social media, the fans could not contain their excitement over the topic of conversation. "Love a black woman to infinity to infinity!!" said one twitter user with the clip of the reveal, with another adding, "I know I'm biting her fucking pillow and peeling back her fucking wig because of this one lmaooo."

Joseph and Y/n just keep getting cuter and cuter since their relationship became public. Finally, the actors share their first ever pictures together as a couple.

Y/n posted to her instagram page a grid of pictures that left fans in a frenzy. The spam of posts featuring Joseph and her wrapped in each other's embrace during the start of the new season's long production revealed to fans the long timeline of their relationship.

The pictures in question are captioned: "I'm sorry that you seemed to be confused…" Many suspect that the caption was to shade Doja Cat, the artist getting into quite a situation with Y/n’s younger costar Noah Schnapp, after taking to Instagram Live to publicly post their Instagram direct message conversation in a since-deleted TikTok.

In the exchange, the rapper asked the actor to help set her up with his co-star Joseph Quinn, which Y/n/L/n seemed to not take much interest in.

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“Okay well you have to say it,” Y/n gestured with her ombre french tip nails, adjusting her brown wrap halter top from the hem that snug onto her brown skin just perfectly. Joseph gave a sort of side glance to the woman as his eyebrows creased.

“Cause’ It’ll sound better coming from you.” The whine in Y/ns voice was clear, not it an annoyed way just in the way of being playful when behind the camera a slight hesitation in leaning into his immediate touch.

“Honey, I think you sound just fine.” He reached to squeeze the plush on the woman's thigh, the high of her olive green mini skirt that covered only her middle thigh.

“Oh fuck off—hello, im Y/n L/n and this is,” the pair giggled at the drastic and dramatic mood switch that conterted Y/n features, the woman raising her hand to cover her smile subconsiously as she laughed brightly.

“Joseph Quinn.” Joseph answered with his voice peaking into a more gentle softer tone because of the laughter.

“And today we’re doing the wired autocomplete interview!”

Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet.

So WIRED asked Joseph and Y/n L/n some of the internet’s burning questions.

The video cuts to Joseph sitting with his legs folded, the white board littered with questions perched on to the start of his knee joint, which formed a bend.

Setting the board at an angle so it was sort of presented to Y/n as she sat a little off to the side, the questions all started with her name as she slouched into a more comfortable sitting posture to subconsciously lean more into Joseph as the interview continued.

"How old was Y/n in the Bruno Mars video?" the first question shot off as Joseph peeled the paper away, revealing the answer as he flipped the strip from his bed of his thumb.

His dark brown eyes glistened under the studio light as he glanced at the woman with a content smile, watching the start of a smile creep onto her glossed lips, Y/n glancing up at the ceiling in thought. "I was like, 21ish when I recorded the song."

"Can I just say how cool it is that you’ve casually been just a song for such an amazing artist?" Joseph interpreted as Y/n giggled at the compliment, her shoulders bouncing with her laughter as he added. "Like how many people can just casually say, "Oh yeah, I was in a Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak music video?" That's insane to me."

"Does Y/n…play the drums?" the question making Joseph's lips pout out as he menetally recalled the many times he would beg you to play the drums for him after seeing the dedication you put into learning the instrument for the show, your character being the outcast with big round glasses but a killer drumming skill, your average height being just below Sadie Sinks, giving you an advantage to be in the younger iconic cast, being an award-winning favorite when introduced in the second season.

"Uh, yes? Kind of, not as much as outside of the show, but I still had to learn a lot for the show." She was fidgeting with the underside of her nails. "It's sort of annoying sometimes though, because I really love having a decent nail length and I remember having a really cute nail set during production and the stylist was just like, "yeah, rip those off for me." I’ve never been more pissed."

"Who is Y/n L/n dating?" The question led the couple to smile at each other, Y/n leaving a gestured thumb to her boyfriend of almost 3 years.

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doctenwho · 4 years ago

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Ten’s First (real) Halloween

Hello! Thank so much for the prompt! Sorry this is a day late, I meant to do it yesterday, but got distracted carving a pumpkin spiderman and sitting on the step with my mom to greet trick or treaters! I hope you all had a great Halloween though!

I should probably start off saying that I’ve never seen Pulp Fiction, and I also don’t Halloween party at all. Hopefully this turned out good anyways. I jumped ahead a bit with the prompts to do this one before I felt too awkward to complete it. Can’t really post a Halloween fic mid November, but I’m back to sticking to the order things come in!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,557

Summary: A Halloween fic, read the prompt above!

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator!)

“I’ve decided,” you told the Doctor as you made your way into the console room and plopped yourself down on the chair. You looked up the Doctor’s profile from behind, grinning to yourself.

The Doctor froze where he was fiddling around with the console, turning to look at you with a questioning glance. He raised an eyebrow in question, eyeing you up and down before he finally replied with a confused, “decided what, exactly?”

“What we’re going to be for Halloween!” you chirped excitedly. You reclined back in the chair, grinning brightly at the Doctor as he blinked at you. “I’ve been thinking for weeks now, and I’ve finally picked out perfect costumes for us!”

“Uh?” the Doctor finally turned towards you, leaning back against the console and crossing his feet in front of him. The man cocked his head to the side, expressing a confusion you didn’t often see from him, “costumes?”

“Of course,” you gave a serious nod, crossing your arms across your chest to express the seriousness of the conversation, “costumes take a lot of thought, Doctor.”

“I believe you,” the Doctor responded, frowning thoughtfully at you, “I’m just... well, not quite sure what you’re on about, if I’m honest. Why are you so excited about this?”

“What?” you blinked in surprise, “you don’t know about Halloween? I thought you were an expert on everything earth?”

“No,” the Doctor straightened, “I know of the day, of course I do--” he gestured to himself, “Time-Lord, remember? I’ve visited the very first of each earth holiday through the years, All-Hallows Eve included—well, Samhain at least. Saw that and never bothered returning around the month of October.”

He eyed you for a second before continuing, “what I just can’t seem to understand is why you’d be excited for bonfires and the human race feeling the need to wear monster masks to ward off ghosts—which by the way, would not help at all.”

You stared at the man for a second, then another before you finally blinked at him, “so, you’re telling me you haven’t seen Halloween on earth since like the eighteenth century?”

“More like the eighth century,” the Doctor corrected, scrunching his face up in distaste, “wasn’t a fan then, not a fan now. I’m more of a Christmas guy, I suppose.”

“The holiday has completely changed,” you told him, standing from your seat and moving towards him in excitement, “it’s not like... well, that anymore. Very few fires, and the dressing up is more for fun than to hide from, uhm, ghosts? It’s parties, and trick-or-treating door to door for sweets, and getting scared!”

“Really?” the Doctor scrunched his nose up, eyeing you where you stood before him with a bright smile.

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning into his space, “it’s for fun now, we’ve swayed a bit from hiding away from ghosts. Just modern traditions now.”

“I see,” the Doctor hummed, turning back towards the TARDIS console. “Sounds interesting.”

“It is,” you agreed with a smile, moving to stand beside him and observe his hands moving fluently along the knobs and dials on the console, “so, what do you think about heading to earth for Halloween this year?”

The Doctor turned his head towards you, gave you a crooked smile, “nah.”

And then you were landing.

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“Come on,” you pleaded, “I’ve got the perfect costumes picked out for us, and it’ll look dumb if I go by myself when the costume is supposed to be a couples costume!”

The Doctor gave you a sideways glance, “and what are these costumes?”

You’d let the conversation drop earlier (or rather, had gotten dragged into another space mess you and the Doctor needed to clean up), but you weren’t about to drop the subject. Now you had a personal mission to reintroduce the Doctor to modern Halloween and all its glory.

“Okay,” you grinned, “so, I was planning on being Mia Wallace—I can pull it off, don’t you think? Actually, it doesn’t matter, it’s Halloween. Anyways, I think you’d make a great Vincent Vega. Plus, it would look weird if I showed up as Mia but I didn’t have a Vincent, right? I don’t think people would even know who we were if we didn’t show up together.”

“And... who’re these people?”

“They’re characters from Pulp Fiction,” you explained. “It’s a popular film down on earth—I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod, but you were sure he didn’t really understand what you were talking about. It was nice he pretended too thought. “I never agreed to this... costume thing. Doesn’t sound much different from hiding from ghosts to me. You’ll still be changing your appearance to hide.”

“It’s completely different, and we’re not hiding, it’s for fun,” you scoffed, slightly offended, but not really since this was the Doctor, “we’re going to a party, my cousin’s Halloween party. And besides, the characters don’t even have masks, they’re regular people. Clothes, makeup, wigs.”

“Well then, this holiday really has strayed from its roots then, hasn’t it?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “I don’t think it’s changed much.”

The Doctor gave you a tilt of his head,smile small, “right, well, you didn’t get to experience Samhain, now did you? You’ve got nothing to compare current Halloween too.” You pouted at the man, but he didn’t seem too bothered as he continued fiddling with the TARDIS.

“It really is fun,” you attempted, “it’s probably super different from the first Halloween you didn’t like, but, like, in a good way. Halloween is the best! And all my friends will be there, and the costumes are always great—there's a costume contest.”

“I can always drop you off,” the Doctor suggested with a glance back at you. “You know I’d never keep you here against your will, just say the word and I’ll return you to earth.”

“No,” you groaned, “that ruins the fun. I can’t show up alone again,” you sighed slumping in the chair, “if you’re not going there’s barely a point in me going. I want to have fun with you, and celebrate the holiday with you. Besides, I’ve already got the costumes made up. You had everything in your collection of clothes for a Vincent costume, and I already had most of Mia’s clothes. It’s perfect, Doctor!”

“Gatherings aren’t for me,” the Doctor replied, “friends and family of my companions? Nothing ever goes right when the friends and families of companions know of me and where I take you, believe me on that one.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you pouted, “no one will be asking about any of that, not one says anything serious. And we don’t have to stay for long, we can just pop in and leave. I just... want to show you that it’s changed, Doctor. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I want to share that with you.”

“(Y/N),” the Doctor turned to you, frowning. He was giving you that look he always did when he was about to disappoint you and hated doing it. He stared at you for a moment before he sighed heavily, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you blinked in surprise, “really?”

“Not a yes,” the man continued with a serious voice, “but I’ll think about it, alright?”

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If you knew anything about older people, it was that a maybe wasn’t much more than a no. It was a no that left the receiver hopeful of a positive outcome. A failsafe, for the person to say maybe, so they could say no later, and not outright say it. Because a maybe left room for a yes, or, a more likely no.

So, as much as the maybe was progress, it was still basically a no. And you wouldn’t settle for an open-ended no. If the Doctor really didn’t want to go, you’d leave it after today. But you couldn’t settle for a devastating no closer to Halloween when you’d had your hopes up for so long.

“Pleaseee?” you begged. It was just about the time you’d usually head off to bed and leave the Doctor to his own devices for the night. You sat curled up on the chair in the console room, warm in pajamas as you watched the Doctor do whatever it was he usually did in the evening.

This was the last time you’d ask for the Doctor to accompany you to the Halloween party. You weren’t going to force—not that you were sure you even could if you tried. He was superior to you, not that he pointed it out often. You’d rather a no than a maybe that got your hopes up.

You just really wanted to go this party with someone else, and who better than the Doctor? You’d always gone alone, or with friends, and your cousin always teased you about it. But what would he say when you showed up with someone? Someone as cool (and strange) as the Doctor?

And in matching costumes as well, it would be adorable, and finally break your cousin from his teasing.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

The Doctor hadn’t bothered looking away from his fiddling at the console, but you could hear some humor in his voice, “then again, I expect nothing less from humans who travel with me. I’d be persistent as well.”

“So you’ll come?” you perked up where you were slumped into the seat. “And don’t give me another maybe, I want a real answer, Doctor.”

“Yes, fine. Alright.” The man tipped his head in your direction, giving a small smile, “we can visit Halloween and go to your cousin’s party.”

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“(Y/N)!” Your cousin greeted brightly, dressed as a vampire with fake blood smeared across his mouth. ��You’re here,” he continued, pulling you into a hug, “haven’t heard from you in a bit, wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

“Wasn’t sure I would make it,” you explained honestly, “had trouble convincing my friend to join me.”

“Friend?” you cousin raised an eyebrow, looking around you easily, “and, where is this friend?”

“He’s... parking,” you shrugged.

“He’s?” your cousin teased while waggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest as you scoffed.

“Yes, he’s,” you groaned, stressing the word in annoyance, “cut it out. Don’t act so surprised that I’ve brought a friend. And really don’t around him, got it?”

“I wasn’t,” he raised his hands in mock surrender, smile wide and teasing in a cousin-y way. Then, he was gesturing down to your costume, “now, what’re you supposed to be anyways?”

You almost groaned at your cousin not knowing your Mia Wallace costume, but you knew it was because your Vincent Vega wasn’t here with you. You opened your mouth to respond in a snarky reply, but before you could, the door was opening and your Vincent Vega was walking in with a hesitant expression.

“Over here!” You called him over with a wave. You watched as the man’s expression settled on you, before he was stepping towards you and stopping at your side, eyeing your cousin.

“This is... your friend?” your cousin tilted his head, eyeing the Doctor with a sideways glance.

“’ello!” the Doctor grinned from your side, hesitance waning for the sake of proper introduction, which he really did love. The man gave your cousin a friendly wave, “I’m the Doctor.”

“The Doctor?” your cousin blinked at the Doctor before turning his confusion to you. You gave your relative a grin, setting your hand on the Doctor’s shoulder before nodding. “Alright, well,” your cousin clapped his hands together in an inviting gesture, “(Y/N), Doctor, enjoy the party then! Everyone’s here, and they’re all dying to see you!”

By everyone, your cousin really did mean everyone. The two of you had grown up in the same neighborhood, had gone to the same school and of course, had the same group of friends. Everyone you knew, your cousin knew as well. So, everyone really would be here.

You turned your head to watch as more people entered your cousin’s house, he threw a wave at them before grinning, “mingle,” he suggested, “I’ve gotta go play host some more. Have fun!”

You watched your cousin disappear to talk to the newcomers, a group of his sports friends you hadn’t seen in years. Some threw a wave back at you, and you returned it easily.

When you turned back to the Doctor he was looking around at everyone already mingling, eyed following around to the activities and dancing going on, “these people,” he mumbled, “they’re dressed as creatures. A mummy, a siren—is that a clown? Your cousin was a vampire...”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “and we’re dressed up as Mia and Vincent—and my friend over there is a pirate, and that guy is Mario. It’s all make believe, just for fun.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod.

“Now,” you called excitedly, “let’s go see the jack-o-lanterns and carved pumpkins, ooh, and we can bob for apples. Haven’t done that in years.”

“I’m sorry, what?” the Doctor tilted his head at you, but he looked curious. And a curious Doctor was a fun Doctor.

“I’ll show you,” you promised, “it’s fun. Trust me.” You grabbed the man’s hand, not waiting for a response as you dragged him through the party to where the music was the loudest and the activities were set up.

The Doctor loved the activities, as far as you could tell, at least. He dove right into bobbing for apples, competing good naturedly with some of the other guys surrounding the tub of water. You’d decided against dunking your head in the water, in fear that your Mia makeup would run and smear if wet.

You’d barely put any on the Doctor, but he still somehow managed to look like Vincent. You still couldn’t believe that the clothing the Doctor was wearing right now had been on the TARDIS already. You’d barely had to add anything to the look.

Every activity you stumbled upon; the Doctor seemed to enjoy. He even carved a pumpkin (an image of a Dalek, which he’d done when you mentioned people liked to carve scary things in the spirit of the holiday). People didn’t know what it was, but they all loved his creativity and carving.

“So, who’s the handsome lad you brought with you tonight?” You looked to your side, where your longest friend was standing beside you. “And better question, where do I find one of my own?”

“His name’s the Doctor,” you informed, before grinning, “and he’s one of a kind. Sorry.”

“Figures,” your friend sighed, not even questioning the man’s name like you’d thought they would’ve, “the two of you are cute together, he seems to really like you.”

You opened your mouth to deny the fact when your friend continued on, “I mean, he’d have to like you a lot to do a couples costume. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“I’m not,” you swallowed, “we’re just friends. And we’re just matching. Where’s the harm in that?”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “and I’m the Queen of England. You dressed him up in a costume matching yours and you try to tell me he’s just a friend?”

“Just friends,” you insisted, but you knew you were blushing, “and leave him alone, would you? He’s... not like us. He’s never had a Halloween like this.”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “I just wanted to check in before you take off like you always do and I don’t see you for months. And now, you come back with this boyfriend no one’s ever seen, hopefully you don’t make a habit of that.”

“Not my boy-”

“Yeah, yeah,” your friend laughed, “maybe not yet. Best friend’s intuition, it’ll happen, (Y/N).” Your friend gave you a teasing grin before leaving you to watch the Doctor carve the finishing touches on his Dalek pumpkin.

Your friend teasing you was just the beginning of it. The amount of times old friends of yours came up to you and asked if you and the Doctor were dating, or if the Doctor was your boyfriend, or, even commenting that they didn’t know you were seeing someone was absurd. And everyone commenting on how amazing the two of you looked as Mia and Vincent (or just the matching, couple-y costumes in general if they didn’t know the characters) was overwhelming.

And the Doctor would just grin brightly and wrap his arm around your shoulders or peck your cheek while you tried to tell people he was not, in fact, your boyfriend. At least he was having a good time.

The teasing smile he gave you whenever someone would walk away after assuming the two of you were together would almost be annoying if it weren’t for the brightness of the smile.

“Maybe I was wrong,” the Doctor said when the two of you finally stepped out of the party.

The Doctor had made his way through every activity, debunked anything that was supposed to be scary for you (even if he didn’t need too), and greeted everyone in attendance with cheerfulness. You were almost certain he’d enjoyed himself, at least a little.

“Wrong?” you prompted, taking his hand and leading him down your cousin’s driveway and away from the party.

“A bit,” the man shrugged, “that was pretty nice. Maybe I don’t hate Halloween after all. All the dangerous creatures around us, but nothing trying to harm us, eh? What a change of pace.”

“That’s the fun of it,” you agreed with a smile, “just for tonight, you can be anything you want. No one will tell you you look weird, everyone just goes with the flow.”

“You humans are strange creatures, you know? Now, I still don’t know about the costumes though,” the man pulled on his shirt, “not sure I pull it off, y’know?”

“You look fine.”

The two of you walked slowly towards the TARDIS. The Doctor had parked the space and time machine a bit away from the party, like you’d suggested so no one would find it and the night of tricks. You could barely imagine the Doctor’s rage had the TARDIS been egged or, covered in toilet paper as a stupid Halloween prank.

A couple costumed children ran past you, laughing and giggling as they moved up the walkway of the house you were currently walking in front of. The Doctor paused to watch, and you stopped as well.

“Trick or treat!” the youngsters cheered when the door was pulled open. You strained to hear the conversation as the woman to answer the door cooed at their costumes and dropped some sweets into their trick or treat bags.

“What’re they doing?” the Doctor turned to look at you.

“Trick or treating,” you explained, “it’s something the kids do every year. Houses hand out sweets and the children go door to door collecting them in costume. It’s fun,” you told him, “there’s nothing better when you’re little.”

“Did you?” The Doctor asked softly, still observing the bright smiles on the children’s faces as the moved onto the next house.

“’course,” you grinned, “did the whole neighborhood every year. Loads of sweets to eat.”

The man’s expression brightened into a wide smile, “let’s do it!” he exclaimed, “c’mon, (Y/N), trick or treat with me, I know you want too! Live a little!”

“Doctor...” you paused, looking at the man’s wide eyes, bright with a childish glow. He was nothing but a child on the inside. And you should know that, if you hadn’t already, by the way that man had been mesmerized by all the activities at the party.

You really didn’t have the heart to tell the man that adults didn’t trick or treat, and that it was actually kind of frowned upon. Trick or treating was really for the young kids, and usually stopped around teen years. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to say, especially not when he was bouncing on his feels in excitement. “Sure, Doctor. Let’s go to a couple houses.”

Surprisingly, no one made any fuss about the Gallifreyan trick or treating at their houses. It was almost like everyone could sense the man had no ill intent, and really just wanted to experience trick or treating. It was like those who answered the doors could tell he’d never been before, and was overjoyed at the thought just like any other kid to come to their home.

The two of you returned to the TARDIS a bit later than you’d thought, pockets full of sweets and candies handed out by the lovely homeowners you’d visited.

“I’ve changed my mind,” the man called as he emptied his pockets onto the TARDIS console. You were sure that they’d be shot around the room in the next few minutes, but didn’t really mind, “that,” he gestured to the door, “was brilliant. Halloween is brilliant. You... you humans, you’re all brillant!”

“Thanks, I think,” you snorted. “So, you had fun then?”

“Oh yeah,” the man grinned, “loads’ve it! I’ve really been missing out, haven’t I? Trick or treating, and Halloween, who’d’ve thought it could be that fun?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, since you’d tried to tell him that earlier. It wasn’t worth it, not when the Doctor was in just a good mood.

“You know, (Y/N),” the Doctor called, not looking away from what he was doing.

“Hm?”

“Next year, we’ll dress up as Thijarians. We’ll definitely win the costume contest dressed as Thijarians.”

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Hope you enjoyed! And sorry it’s a day late! I would say prompt me again if it’s not what you’re looking for, but I’ll feel wird posting a Halloween fic a ways after Halloween. Hope you all had a good holiday (and stayed safe!).

Thank you to the person who prompted this, I hope you enjoyed it!

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luvvkloey · 4 years ago

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Justin Briner ff

𝐼𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚~

Note: italics mean your inner thoughts, and bold italics are his inner thoughts 🙂👍🏼

And spelling errors cuz I wrote A LOT 🤩

Okay enjoy the ff! 💖

Today you both didn’t have any plans!

But little did you know that Justin had the whole day planned out! ☺️

“Hey y/n, are you awake?” He said as he nudged your arm

“Huh... yea, what is it?” you said sleepily It’s like 10 am, why is he up so early

“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you!- well I did just- never mind”

Ah! Why am I so nervous? Okay just give them the food and tell them the plan

He then gave you a breakfast-in-bed table (idk what they’re called but you know what I mean 😫) then gave you the plate of food he had on the nightstand

“I made this for you, it’s your favorite right?”

“Oh yea! Thank you so much” you smiled, seeing the food drove your sleepiness away in a flash

Wow it tastes amazing, I wonder how long this took!

“Hey...” you spoke while eating in between words “how long have you been awake for?”

“Oh just a couple hours, I’ve actually been planning something for us to do today!” He said with a smile

You could tell he was excited about this from the look in his shimmering green eyes

“It’s not a lot, but I was thinking maybe we could go to the park and do stuff, since there’s not a lot to do here right now”

“Sure! What did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want to do, we could go feed the ducks or get ice cream-“

“YES PLEASE!!” You LOVED ice cream and you haven’t had it in awhile so this was great!

Justin laughed at your sudden outburst causing you to laugh too!

After you both finished eating, you changed clothes and drove to the park

~𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝~

Luckily the park didn’t have that many people so you could do whatever you wanted without having the feeling of random eyes watching

Justin grabbed a picnic blanket out the car and sat it on the grass near the clear pond

“Awww look at the ducks! They’re so cute!” There was a line of ducks swimming in the water following their mom

“Awww they are really cute!” He said as his eyes glimmered in the sun

As you both sat down and started eating you couldn’t help but stare at his eyes

They way they were green like emeralds in the sun, and the way the light hit them, and the way-

“Umm are you ok? Is something wrong?” Justin asked as he giggled looking at your star struck expression

“Huh! Oh yea sorry for staring!” You felt a little embarrassed but he comforted you with a kiss on the cheek that made your face burn up

“It’s ok, really! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you either this morning” he said as he looked slightly embarrassed

“You just looked so cute this morning and I don’t know if you noticed, but I got really nervous trying to talk to you!” you laughed at his confession

“You have no idea how much that happens to with YOU” “The first time we met I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth without stuttering!”

You both feel down laughed on the blanket

After collecting yourselves and sitting back up, Justin told you the second part of his plan

“Ok, so how about we go to the strip mall?”

“The what now-“ “Huh, no not THAT kind of mall!”

“It’s a street with stores on the sides, have you never been to one?” He laughed

“Oh no I have, it’s just that I didn’t know they were called that” you giggled at your dumbness in that moment

~𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑝~

The strip mall was so much fun!

You saw a bunch of new stores and even found a Hot Topic!

You both decided to buy a My Hero Academia mini backpack just for fun, Justin got a Deku one and you got one of your favorite character!

After that, you both got ice cream

It’s was from a fancy store so it came in a cold box that lasted the way home and you two decided to eat it there

“Justin, do you want to eat the ice cream now, ya know... before it melts!” you called to him from your shared bedroom

“Yea I’ll be there in just a minute!”

Dammit, how am I gonna get this fixed? If I got into the bathroom she’ll probably hear me

What you didn’t know is that at the mall, when you both were taking a break you had accidentally rested your hand on Justin’s 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 and he had gotten a boner 😪

He didn’t want to tell you or make you feel embarrassed so he just let your hand rest there until you both started waking again

“Justin hurry up or I’ll eat it without you!”

“Ok, I’m coming!” Dammit

As he went into the room you couldn’t tell anything was wrong with him, so you gave him his bowl

“Here’s yours and turns out there was only enough for one so we’ll have to share!” Should’ve known the fancy stuff would be tiny

As you both finished eating the tasty (insert favorite ice cream flavor😋) you noticed that Justin had a little ice cream left on his lips

“Hey wait, hold still ok” you had an idea in your head to tease Justin if this worked

You placed the empty bowl on the night stand and climbed onto Justin’s lap, you could see his face becoming more red as you got closer

You gently grabbed his face with one hand and put the other on the side of him as you roughly kissed him

It lasted for what felt like a minute until you backed up for air

“Umm Justin are you ok?” He was looking down as you asked him the question so you guessed that something was wrong

“It’s just that umm... I have a little problem that I need to fix”

You looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and suddenly you remember what happened in the mall

“Oh my goodness why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gladly fixed it for you”

You kissed him again and asked for his permission to take his clothes off

“Ya know, you’re really cute whenever you’re like this, all needy for me” You knew the effect that you had on him and used it to your advantage

As you took off his shirt you started kissing down his neck

Whimpers started leaving his mouth as you got rougher, and he grabbed your waist just to hold on to something

Justin was VERY sensitive and you loved to hear him, so it was normal for him to be very vocal

As you finally got all of your clothes and his clothes off, you asked him again if it was ok to continue

“Yes please... I can’t wait... any longer” he said almost breathless

You slowly placed yourself on top of his dick to see his reaction, his face basically begging for you to hurry up

When you started riding him he couldn’t control his moans and whimpers at all!

“Ahh oh please... more... faster... please”

“Do you really want me to go faster baby?” You said pouting “You’ll have to beg for that if you want it so bad”

“Please please go faster... I’m begging you please... go faster” he whined as he couldn’t take it anymore

You kissed him as you started to ride him faster, his moans being trapped in your kiss until you set them free

You could tell he was getting close and decided to speed up

“I’m close- Ahh- oh please don’t stop-”

Right before he could finish what he was saying he let out a loud moan and came inside of you

But you weren’t done yet

You started to ride him again going faster this time

“Ahh- wait what are you doing? Ahhh-“

He held on to your back as the pleasure was almost too much for him

“I love you- Ahhh- I love- you so much”

You could tell this orgasm would be even harder than the last one so you kissed down his neck again while running your hands down his stomach

The little tingles of your kisses and fingers on his body driving him to the edge

“Y/n pleaseee- I’m gonna- Ahhhhh”

He let out a loud, long moan as he came again, digging his fingers into your back for what felt like he was holding on for dear life

“That... was amazing... thank you-“

Before he could finish his sentence he fell asleep

“Aww haha, I love you too Justin, thank you for today” you yawned and decided to fall asleep with him

You both held each other as you fell asleep after a long day of fun and excitement

💖

End notes: So this was my first fanfic kinda smut thing, I’m kinda embarrassed about it but if you want me to write any other kind of fanfic, just leave a request in the inbox thing

Thank you! 💖

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stachmousworld · 4 years ago

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True Love (Lesbian Story) The end.

Maria Borges and Neelam Gill by Jonas Bresnan for L’oreal Paris (picture and caption found on @/sand-snake-kate)

Pairing: Mara x Carole

The main character’s POV is unreliable

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Tag: SMUUUTTTT (it is my first wlw smut. Don’t be too harsh pleaseee... my virgin ass didn’t get no action from girl or boy. So my imagination is doing all the work)

“Herberta”, Mara replied, with a tone she wasn’t used anymore. The one which said, ‘you are really thick in the head, I don’t know why I’m still talking to you.’

“What is this “Herberta”?”, Carole repeated, exaggerating the ridiculous name.

“When I have insomnia, Herberta is here to help me get loose.” Mara laughed at her inside joke. “I need only a few minutes and I’m all…” Mara spread her limbs, eyes crossed, tongue out.

Carole’s brain was on overdrive. Was Mara implying what she thought she did? When Carole asked her if she had someone, she had be…wait. Carole never asked her if she was seeing or fucking anyone. Anger flared inside her belly.

“So, you have someone?”

“Yep!” Mara replied, unbeknown of Carole’s internal war.

“Why are you with me then?” Carole continued on a tone she thought was emotionless. She mentally patted her own back for acting like a grown person.

“Then, I would have no one,” she replied slowly. The “you are dumb” tone was back.

“What is Herberta? Your one-night stand?”

Mara laughed out loud. She rolled off the bed and hit the floor in a thump. Carole sighed. She counted to ten back to back to calm down.

Mara suddenly jumped to her feet and took her phone out, looking for something as she scrolled a few times. Carole was way above her level of anger/confusion. She didn’t like being out of the loop. Naked bodies and blurred faces of potential lovers passed through her mind.

Mara handed her the phone, giggling. Carole grabbed it and turned her back on Mara.

“Are you pouting?” Mara asked huskily above her.

Carole shivered and closed her eyes for a second. We take things slowly. Slow-ly. She focused back on the phone. It was a video.

At first, she couldn’t make anything out of it, and then. Oh. Her vision tunneled. Mara was butt naked on her back. Her left hand was massaging her boob and the right was teasing her entrance. Carole didn’t even try to hide her interest and analyzed every detail from the video.

“Wait, wait, Herberta is making a grand apparition in a few secs.”

Carole almost chucked the phone away from her. She didn’t want to see anyone fucking Mara, what the hell! She half closed her eyes waiting at any moment for the other woman to appear.

Mara was now writhing on the bed. Her left hand was making its way through her tummy pudge, down her lips and spread them open. She was now two fingers in, pumping slowly, glistening from all her juices. Carole could almost taste her on her tongue. Mara took out her fingers and sucked them as slowly as she did earlier. She moaned wantonly.

“There she comes,” the real Mara whispered to her ear.

The combination of naked-Mara and the voice next to her was doing wonders to her arousal. She crossed her legs and enjoyed the sweet pressure on her clitoris. Was Mara as excited as her? Had she been teasing her when she talked about going slow and not messing around?

Mara, in the video, rolled over and took a…strap? It looked familiar. Realization dawned her. It was theirs! Carole had bought one specially for their first time. Mara had been a virgin back then and still had wanted to try penetration with her. It had taken some preparation, but finally, they did it. Back then, Carole hadn’t really been into penetration, both receiving and giving. She didn’t climax from it and couldn’t see the appeal. Therefore she didn’t see the point using one on her partners. God, was she wrong. The first time they had done it, Mara had been more than pleased. Oh, yes. They even discovered a little ability of hers.

Squirting.

It had taken both of them by surprise. Mara had felt ashamed and believed she had peed on them, while Carole had been beyond shocked, pleased, and aroused. It had taken a good few hour of research to calm her down.

Carole had tried to reassure her. No, she hadn’t thought badly of Mara. No, it hasn’t been a bad thing, nor a turn off. It had taken a bit of coaxing to try penetrative sex afterwards. Carole had seen the squirting as a challenge she hadn’t been aware of. But she had won, anyway. She had been as proud as a rooster. She had made her girlfriend squirt, on her first time, and she deserved a gold medal, according to the internet.

Carole had then tried to make her squirt every time. From her tongue, fingers, cunt or strap. Whatever the position or contraption, she had succeeded. Carole prided herself to be a very thorough lover and had been praised by Mara. It had opened a door to a kinkier version of their relationship. A pleased and content Mara was a wild lioness in bed. She scratched, bit, licked and sucked as if tomorrow was never coming.

The first time it happened was the second time they used the strap. Carole had not expected Mara to jump on her after she calmed down. Mara had found the strength to pinned her down and made her way through all the sweet spots of her lover.

All of them.

Carole hasn’t even been aware she knew half of them, but she wasn’t one to complain.

This particular night ended with Carole sitting on Mara’s face. It was one of the memorable moments apart for the blurred ones, the earth-shattering orgasms and some blackouts, where she woke up in a weird position -- still not complaining -- and another orgasm leaving her on the verge of crying mercy.

A wave of heat rippled through her. Starting from her clit to her face. She closed her eyes briefly and enjoyed the forgotten feeling. She had had multiple nightstands before, but only Mara could rend her speechless and begging..

Mara, in the video, was now moaning Carole’s name as she teased her entrance with the tip of the strap. After a short huff, she pushed it in, in one slow motion. Immediately, her back arched, mouth agape.

“Well, that’s it, you’ve seen Herberta”, Mara joked, as she tried to take her phone back, but Carole slapped her hand. “Carole, give it to me.”

“Couldn’t you have just told me it was our strap?”

“Well, where was the fun if I did that?”

Carole stopped the video. She cocked her head to the side, staring at the now black screen.

“Did you squirt?”

Mara made a strangled noise.

“Wh-what?”

“In the video, did you squirt?”

“No.”

Carole hummed and raised her head.

“Was I the only one to achieve that?”

Mara was about to tell her off, Carole could tell. She knew from her fisted hands, the furrowed brows and the huffed.

“Was I the only one?” Carole repeated, firmly.

“Yes,” Mara replied through clenched teeth.

What she could also read from her posture was something Mara was trying to hide. Arousal. Oh, little birdy, you can’t play with me, she thought darkly. So much for taking our sweet time.

Carole stood up and put the phone in her drawer. She took off her robe, eyes on Mara. The poor girl didn’t even try to hide her confusion. Good. Then her bottom pajamas were off.

“You are going to take a shower? Do you want me to go?” Mara asked, nervous.

Carole ignored her questions and continued to take her nightwear off, until she stood naked in front of Mara, who was now seven shades darker and avoided her naked form. Carole walked to her luggage to retrieve a beautiful package she had been traveling with and went back to the bed. Mara was now hiding her eyes behind her hands. Carole almost cooed at her shyness.

She opened her box and first took her strap. It was similar to “Herberta” in all but the color. This one was more of a natural pale skin tone, which complimented her skin tone. She slowly stroked her cock enjoying the skin texture and approached Mara.

“You can open your eyes.”

It took Mara a second to notice the strap. When she saw it, her eyes widened comically, and she tried to escape. So predictable. Carole didn’t waste no time. She knew Mara pretty damn well. She liked being chased.

Carole caught her legs and pulled them toward her. Mara screeched her name and tried to free herself. Carole spread her legs open, revealing a beautiful lacy thong under her flowery dress. Mara tried to hide her groin with her hands, but Carole was quicker. She dived between her legs and pried them open with her own arms. Mara squirmed and begged, not so desperately, for Carole to let her go, while her body was literally submitting to her. Two could play this game.

Suddenly Carole backed away, cutting Mara’s pleads. Carole sat on her haunches, resisting the need to smell the fingers which had been in contact with her glistening cunt.

Mara didn’t even try to close her legs and peered at her quizzically and somewhat disappointed. Carole contained her smile. Barely.

“You said stop, and I stopped.” Carole said, somewhat innocent.

“Do I smell bad?” Mara asked worried. She approached her hand to her vulva but met Carole’s hand. Carole swiped her forefinger and middle finger, faintly brushing Mara’s clitoris, and brought them to her mouth. She closed her eyes and savored the sweet taste. Not exactly like she remembered. She was definitely sweeter.

There was movement on the bed. Carole took her time to open her eyes and was greeted by a heavenly sight. Mara had taken her dress off and laid naked, legs willingly opened. She was smiling nervously. Carole could tell she was two seconds from fleeing. She didn’t even have the time to observe the new tattoos decorating her glorious ebony skin. Well, that’d be for another time, she mourned, silently.

She leaned forward and kissed her thigh softly, licking her way to the apex. Mara’s soft sighs encouraged her. She felt the muscles under her lips relaxing as she moved higher. She repeated the same actions for the other leg, then nuzzled her nose on her pubic hair and inhaled deeply.

Smelled like home. Carole touched Mara lips and pried them open. The sweet sound of her slick made her thirsty for more. Let’s see how many times she could make a squirt and cum. She licked her entrance to her clit, then sucked it. Mara’s moans resonated in the room. She pressed Carole’s head deeper with no success. Carole sucked her clit, teasing the swollen bud with the tip of her tongue. She didn’t even have to think about her next move, her body was moving on its own.

Mara was now pinching her own nipples, writhing on the bed, at Carole’s mercy. Her name on her tongue in a constant plea for more.

After a last lick, Carole sat on her haunches, face wet from perspiration and Mara’s juices.

“Carole…Carole…” She moans desperately. “More…please.”

As you wish, my Astroïos.

She leaned forward and sucked two of her fingers. The slobbery sound made Mara looks up and moan louder, as she felt back, hands already gripping the sheet behind her back.

“Good girl,” Carole murmured, huskily.

She teased her entrance, watching her reaction. Instantly, Mara tried to fuck herself on the digits. Carole chuckled, amused. When Mara started to lose patience, Carole pushed her fingers in, crooking them to hit her spot.

Mara screeched.

There were no other words. A loud wail, coming from the full capacity of her lungs, which almost made Carole jump in shock. Godly. She had never heard her like that. She hadn’t even known she was able to scream like that.

And like the ‘squirt challenge’, the ‘screech challenge’ was born. Even if she’d end up with a hearing impairment and Mara with a voice one.

She started moving her fingers first slowly and deep, then faster, as requested. Mara was, after all, a demanding little minx. Mara’s walls were almost spasming around her fingers and she knew it was the moment to get to the next part.

She took her fingers out and sucked them quickly, before scooting forward until Mara’s leg were around her hips. She teased the tip of the strap onto her dripping vulva.

Mara stopped her. She disentangled herself, and Carole didn’t even have time to be concerned or annoyed, or both, as Mara put herself onto four, head on her pillow, hands between back, putting her soaking slit on display. She swayed her hips sensually.

Carole was behing shocked.

“Come one, Care, I feel so empty,” she complained, petulant.

“I –” She coughed. “I wish I could see you face actually.” Her voice sounded so far away. It was definitely a fantasy and she’d wake up, eyes puffy and red, alone. Mara had never been so…bossy. She huffed and puffed as she turned around, kneeling in front of Carole. She gripped her shoulders and pushed her on her back. Carole exclaimed in surprise but didn’t dare try and stop her.

Mara straddled her and bent to kiss her thoroughly. She nibbled her lower lip, making her groan in pleasure and open her mouth. Mara didn’t waste no time to tease her tongue with hers, playing softly with her twin.

“Is that good enough for you? Or you need something else?” She teased.

Carole opened her eyes dizzily and hummed. Her hands reached for her hips and gripped them tightly. The view was top notch, never seen before, 5 stars. Mara was slicking the strap with her slick, moaning quietly.

Hm hm, that wouldn’t do. Carole was back on her mission to make her scream. As Mara was positioning herself, Carole took the base in hand. The tip grazed the entrance making Mara hissed and stop, the pleasure being too much. Carole hands back to her hips, feet firmly planted on the mattress thrusted in Mara, in a swift motion and watery sound.

Jesus.

Carole couldn’t feel anything, but she knew by the way Mara was moving that she’d be able to come by the sight only. Mara’s hands rested on Carole’s, her head leaning forward, brows furrowed, mouth opened and tongue out. Carole couldn’t resist. She raised herself, took the tantalizing tongue between her teeth, and plunged her own in her mouth. Mara fell forward, resting on her forearms. Carole could now thrust as she wanted. She didn’t have the patience to go slowly. The excitation in her veins was making her dizzy and thirsty for more.

So, she submitted to her instinct.

She thrusted sharply, jostling Mara. She didn’t let her any time to get used to the strap, that she set a brutal pace. The blabbering, screams, watery sound was a drug, she was feeding on. She thrusted again and again, feeling her legs ached from the exertion. Perspiration was covering their naked body.

Mara was curled on top of Carole moaning loudly in her ears. Sounds of flesh slapping echoing in the room. She started to feel some constriction as she entered Mara, and knew she’d come soon. She flipped them over, bending and making her hold her legs near her head, blessing whatever God that she still did yoga.

Carole plunged into Mara’s pliant body, the new position allowing her to go deeper. As Mara closed her eyes and stiffened, Carole massaging her clit thoroughly, slapping randomly the little bud. If she remembered correctly, Mara loved a little pain and it would push her over the top.

A few seconds only. It took a few seconds for her to squirt. Carole pushed out and bend to catch the rest of the fluid. As the stream diminish, she went closer to her clit and went back to work. Orgasm one. Done.

The second came rather quickly and let Mara dizzy, eyes blinking slowly and body twitching every now and then. Carole kissed her forehead before rolling over next to her and catching a bottle of energy drink. She raised her lover’s head and forced her to drink. Mara moaned as she chugged desperately the bottle.

“No funny business, heh?”

Mara flipped her off. Carole shook her head, laughing.

“You were the one to jump on me. Again.” She argued, her voice still hoarse.

“You were the one tempting me, with Herberta, or whatever.”

“It was innocent.”

Carole opened her eyes comically.

“Inno – what? You showed me a video of you masturbating, there is nothing innocent.”

“You’ve already seen me naked; you could have restrained yourself.”

The hell, with it. Carole snatched the bottle, ignoring Mara’s pleas and kissed her.

There. Silence.

Mara lost her smile and lead the kiss. She flipped them over and made her way to her neck, biting, licking and sucking wherever she could. One leg between hers, Mara rubber her thigh on her slit. Too little pressure, Carole deplored.

“Now, it’s my time.” Mara whispered, huskily.

Before she could reply, Mara pinched one her nipples, twisting the bud harshly, Carole whimpered and moaned. The pain added with the pleasure of her tongue around her other nipple got her dizzy. She didn’t know on what to concentrate. Mara switched nipples. She lavished on the bruised nipples and bit insensitively the sensitive area. Carole bucked against her.

She didn’t know whether to tell to stop or continue. Regardless, Mara was doing her own thing.

When she was done with her work, she massaged roughly her breasts for good measures and went lower, pampering her with soft, feathery kisses. As she approached her slit, Carole held her breath. Mara bit her lower lips prying them open with her mouth. The bursts of pain electrified her. She tensed and force her body to relax, as hot air caress the sored lips.

Carole pushed her hips toward her. Mara unclasped the strap and put it aside. She went back to the previous position.

She took her first lick. A slow, unbearable lick. Carole was restrained by Mara’s arms and couldn’t move her lower body.

One lick became two and many more. Mara didn’t seem bothered by the torture Carole was enduring. She was licking so painfully slow. Carole almost regretted physical pain from the pinches and the bites.

Mara chuckled at her whines.

“Patience.”

Carole swatted her head. Mara grinned evilly. Doubt pooled in her pleasure addled brain. Oh oh.

“You should have never done that.”

Carole tried to apologize but the mischievous look she receive shut her up. Mara would never change her mind now. She wanted to cry and beg like a kid.

The licking started again.

“I want you to count each lick. Each of them.”

“Wh—”

Mara’s tongue swiped her slit and circled her clit. The end of what she wanted to say ended in gurgles.

“One,” she whispered, broken.

“Good girl,” she praised, before going back down.

Time was lost. Carole couldn’t tell if it’d been minutes or hours. The only thing her mind was focused on was numbers. She counted without even registering the meaning behind each of them. There had been 89.

“90,” she mumbled, out of breath and out of it. Her brain couldn’t focus on anything else than the coil in her belly growing slowly, but still to slow to approach her release. At this point, she didn’t have it in her to press Mara, nor beg. She was there, laying on the bed boneless.

That’s why it took her more time to notice Mara’s movements. She was strapping herself and scooting forward. The spongeous, still wet, tip pressed slowly on her entrance. Carole protested weakly, trying to bat the strap away. She was sure penetration would turn her off, and after all these torturous minutes, she couldn’t let it happen. If only she was not so weak.

As she tried a little be more forceful, Mara pushed inside her in one long slide. Carole cried and moaned. Her cunt was so sensitive, she could feel all the ridge and asperities on the dildo. She crossed her legs behind Mara and thrusted forward.

“Oh, what did you want to say?”, Mara joked.

Carole stuttered some words before being shut up by Mara’s thrust all the way out, then in, at the same excruciating pace.

“Try again?”

“Fuck you!” She spluttered in her renewed consciousness.

“No, I’ll fuck you.” She snarked.

Before Carole could register the meaning of her word, Mara fasten her pace. Carole was a boneless doll, only there to receive what her lover wanted.

One thrust after one, the coil in her lower body grew, until it reached an unbearable sized and exploded. Stars appeared behind her eyelids and everything disappeared in a white light. Her body stiffened, then convulsed under the waves of pleasure. Everything felt too much. The sheet under her skin. The pressure inside her, relentlessly stabbing her spot.

“Ma…ra,” She groaned, trying to regain some strength to push her away.

Mara only chuckled. She thrusted out. Carole sighed, relieved. Only for a short time. Mara flipped her over, spread her legs and laid onto her back.

“How many times can you come, Hun’,” she huskily groaned.

“N..o” She tried to protest, the rest ended, like the first time, in uncoherent babbles.

Mara hips snapped into hers, the dildo spearing her. Carole screamed, both from pleasure and the pain of overstimulation. Mara started her relentless pace, angling her hips to delve deeper and hit her spot. Mara bit her neck and growled as a snapped sent Carole forward.

If she had been a mess before, she was not even coherent now. Boiling hot waves of pleasure rode her body. Mara did not slow down nor gave her rest. Carole’s heart was beating so fast, she would faint soon or die. Her lungs were barely full and she didn’t care. All that mattered was Mara’s body caging her, and fucking her through the mattress.

Mara raised herself on her hands, nudging Carole’s legs even more open. the follwing thrust made her heave. She was feeling her in her stomach. She was so far...so good, she thought, dazed. Her mind traveled and left her. She was couldn’t...she yelled when a sharp pain erupted in her buttcheeks, making her clench her walls against the unforgivable dildo.

“You should be glad I won’t make you count each slap.”

Carole rolled her eyes as pain flared in each of her cheeks. Pain and pleasure reverberated in her clit. As Mara played with her asshole, barely pushing a finger in, Carole came hard.

She tensed and coiled onto herself, body seizing under Mara.

Everything went dark.

She woke up surrounding by warmth and two strong arms. Carole tried to think of what had happened to make her so sluggish and amnesiac. Her body ached and her vagina was ore. Everything was so damn sensitive. And where was the goddamn water. Her throat felt like sandpaper every time she swallowed. She closed her eyes to weak to move and gave up her needs to drink. She’d rather die than move. That was it. She’d die in her five stars hotel room.

“I forgot how dramatic you were.”

Carole surged to a sitting position, head snapping toward Mara. She laid comfortably on her side, looking at her, amused. Carole gaped while her brain try to register what was happening.

“Y-you are h-here?”

“Well, it be bad, if for our honeymoon, I’d sleep elsewhere.”

“Honey- What?”

Mara smirked. She raised her left hand. A gold ring adorned her finger. Carole looked down to her own and stopped breathing for a second. A ring.

“Wait, is it a joke?”

Mara laughed. “I told you, you should have never drink that stuff, it was ridiculously strong.”

“But…”

Carole looked around. It wasn’t their hotel room. It looked like…she slowly made her way out of the bed and headed to the balcony. Because, yes, they now had a balcony. The view was breathtaking. The moon beautifully shined on the waves.

“If my guesses are correct, you don’t remember yesterday, right?”

She nodded still in a daze.

“It’s okay. It’s not even the morning, yet. So why don’t we go back to bed and tomorrow everything will be alright.”

Carole followed silently Mara and laid on the bed. The last thing she remembered before sleeping was how wonderful the weight on her finger felt.

Fin

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