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ifitsnotmethenwhothefuck · 3 months ago

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Vil Schoenheit x Reader

So imagine this: Vil has been working really hard for this new product launch for his makeup brand.

The whole thing is this huge lip set of over 20 lipsticks, lip glosses, lip liners, lip stains, and lip plumper, all of them are standing from different shades and colors that he personally picked out.

Now the product should release on Feb 14, but before that he plans on doing a photo shoot to showcase all the different shades and colors, but he’s having some trouble deciding on what makeup look to do for the shoot.

So he asks you to come by and help him with his makeup, which nearly shocks you to death because you never thought he would ask you for help regarding makeup.

Story, type: one shot

Warning: Kissing, fluff, pet names

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader (surprise character at the end)

AN: I didn’t plan on this being a story, but it kind of turned into one I’ve never written for Vil before, but I tried 😅.

You got a text message from Vil early in the morning saying he needs help with his makeup. You’re dumbfounded. Shocked even, Vil Schoenheit needs help with his makeup, and he’s coming to you of all people to ask for it.

Well, if anyone wants the bragging rights saying that they helped Vil with their makeup, it’s you of all people. Wasting no time and rushing over to his room, you find him already with a full face of makeup. He looked amazing, a little bit more glamorous than normal with a smoky red eyes and dark red lips. You were confused; how exactly did he need your help if he looked this good?

“Oh, you’re here. Come inside,” Vil says as he closes the door behind you and makes his way back to his vanity, where he sits down. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted my help with your makeup.” You asked slightly confused. He turns around to look at you.

“Oh, I do,” he says, looking at you like you’ve just asked him the most stupid question ever, as he proceeds to wipe his makeup off with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover, wiping away his hard work with each stroke of his hand, leaving you speechless. That had to have taken hours. Why is he just wiping it away?

“I don’t get it; your makeup already looked amazing. How could I possibly help?” you asked as Vil finished removing the last bit of makeup from his face; you didn’t notice how his eyes averted from yours when you asked that question, “Don’t worry, sweet potato. I’m not asking you to do anything outside your skill set; just help me decide on a look for my product shoot.” He said with a small smirk as he turned back around and started applying new makeup to his face.

You both sat in a comfortable silence as you watched him apply new makeup; you noticed he was going for a more natural look than what he normally did. It didn’t look bad or anything; he could definitely pull it off. He could practically pull off anything, but you were a little surprised, ever since you’ve gotten to know him. You’ve never seen him. Try to go for this kind of look before.

“If you keep on staring at me like that, you’ll burn a hole in my clothes, and I don’t think you can afford to have these tailored.” Vil said as he looked at you through his vanity mirror, a blush forming on your cheeks as you looked down, realizing what you were doing. “Sorry,” you said softly, slightly embarrassed.

“No need to apologize, sweet potato; I was actually about to ask you for your help,” he says with a small smirk as he turns around to look at you. “You were?” You say slightly shocked you had kind of suspected you weren’t really going to help him with his makeup rather just help him pick out what look to do for his shoot?

“That is why I asked you to come over, isn’t it?” He says to you as if stating the most obvious thing in the world, which he probably was. “That’s true,” you say softly, mostly to yourself. “Anyway, if you’re going to help me, grab a chair and come over here.” You do as you’re told and sit across from him.

Several of his new lipsticks are lined up on his vanity in front of him as you both look at them. “Which one do you think we should start with?” Vil asks as he looks up at you. “I really like the dark red one,” you say, pointing to one of the tubes of lipstick. A small sigh escapes from Vil’s lips. “You mean the burgundy one?” Vil says, picking up the lipstick you pointed to. “Yeah, that one,” you say with a small smile.

“Okay, so all I need to do is put it on you.” You ask a little hesitantly as Vil has yet to hand the lipstick over to you. “Not quite,” Vil says as he looks down, avoiding your eyes. You tilt your head and look at him in confusion. “I actually need to put this on you.” Vil says, staring back up at you, “I don’t understand. Aren’t I supposed to be helping you with YOUR makeup?” you ask, confused.

“Patient sweet potato, you’ll get to do my makeup soon enough, but for now, can I please put this on you?” Vil asked as he took the lid off of the lipstick and gently placed it on his vanity. “Okay I guess there’s no harm in it” you say as Vil gives you a approving smile “that’s great to hear if you don’t mind I need you to come a little closer” Vil says as he grabs the bottom of your chair and pulls you closer to him your legs in between one another now “do I really have to be this close” you ask slightly embarrassed as a small blush forms on your cheeks, “unfortunately yes” Vil says as he gently grab your face. “Now please don’t move.” He says as he fully focuses on your lips as you stare at him, he gently applies his lipstick to you.

After a moment or two, Vil finally pulled away and gently placed the lipstick on the vanity. He stared at you, well, your lips at least, admiring his handiwork. “Alright, I think that’s good,” he says, looking up at you. “What exactly do you want me to do now?” You ask, not sure how this was supposed to help with his makeup.

“Well, you kiss me, of course,” he said, looking into your eyes to see if he could read your emotions; meanwhile, you felt like your heart had stopped beating as your face began to heat up. “Y-you want me to k-kiss you?” you said instantly, wondering if you had misheard him. “Only if you feel comfortable with it,” he said with a small sigh.

“Oh no, I don’t feel uncomfortable or anything. This is just a bit surprising,“ you say, avoiding his eyes “Well then, can you start off by giving me two right here?” he says, and as you look up at him, seeing him point his long, slender finger to his temple, you feel a little more relaxed, knowing you didn’t have to give him a ‘normal kiss,’ but there was also a part of you that was slightly disappointed. “Umm, okay,“ you said before leaning in closer to him and softly placing a kiss onto his temple and another one underneath it on his cheekbone, you pulled away just enough so he could turn his face so you could do the same thing to the other side.

When you were done, you quickly leaned away from him. “What now?” you ask, trying to sound confident. “Now we change the color,” Vil said dismissively as he grabbed a cotton pad and soaked it in makeup remover before looking over at you. “Do you want me to help you take that off?” He asked as his eyes lingered on your lips. You felt like your mind was going blank. What was he asking? He wanted you to take something off your face, instantly heating up. “Oh, umm, sure,” you said with a small mark.

Before you knew it, he was leaning in closer to you, one of his hands gently cupping your face while his other carefully rubbed the cotton pad against your lips. Taking off the lipstick when he was done, he picked up a brighter red lipstick and applied it to you. ”Okay, I need one right here and here,“ he said, pointing to two new spots, one below the arch of his brow on his eyelid and the other on the corner of his eye.

You gently placed the new kiss marks on each eye before leading away from him; a small thank you left his lips before he looked at himself in his vanity mirror. He made a few touch-ups, putting blush on the high of his cheekbones, then he handed you his phone. You looked at him confused for a moment before he spoke. “I need you to take some photos of me.” He said, casually, “Right,” you said softly as you snapped a couple of photos of him, as he give you his best model face.

You handed him back his phone as he looked at all the photos with a very serious expression. “Well, I guess my work here is done” you say awkwardly as he puts his phone down looking at you with a confused look, “not quite I still have a few more looks I want to try on” he said as he landed in closer to you, wiping your lips, clean with a cotton path,

He then wiped off the kiss marks from his face and touched up the rest of his makeup, giving himself a smoky purple eye that matched one of the dark violet lipsticks he picked it loo up, and started to apply it to your lips, carefully. “Okay, love, I need you to kiss me right here,” he said, pointing to his cheek.

You did as you were told, leaning closer to him and closing your eyes as you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was quick and simple, but it still left you feeling flustered as you pulled away. “Thanks, love, I just need to take a few more photos, and then we can move onto the final look,” he said, giving you a small smile as he handed you his phone. You nodded your head in understanding as you took his phone.

You proceeded to take several photos of him. Your favorite one was of him looking over his shoulder at you when you were done; you handed him back his phone, and he looked through all the photos. Deleting the ones that weren’t up to his taste. “What lipstick do you think we should try out for the final look?” he asked, as he started to wipe off his makeup before removing your lipstick.

“What about this one?” You asked as you pointed to a rosy pink lipstick. Vil didn’t really say anything in response; rather, he just picked it up and started applying it to you. “I have to touch up my makeup, and then we can start,” Vil said as he set the lipstick back down on the vanity. He then proceeded to touch up his makeup. Putting on a soft pink eyeshadow with a sharp black cat liner, when he was done, he traced one of his slender fingers along his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone as the words “from here to here” fell off his lips ever so gently. You felt a warm blush creep up again as you tried to stop yourself from feeling flustered, but it was getting hard to do so.

You leaned into him, your hands resting on his chest as your legs intertwined with one another’s, taking your time in between each kiss, your lips ghosting over his skin as you traveled to the next place you would mark with your kiss, your hot breath heating up his cold skin, sending goosebumps up his neck.

You placed random kisses along his jawline, leaning back for a second only to admire your work before traveling down his neck. As you kissed along his Adam's apple, you had to stop yourself from jumping from shock as you felt his hands grab your waist. “Was—was he enjoying this?” you thought to yourself as you placed more kiss marks down his neck and along his collarbone.

It helped that his shirt had a low V neckline, making it easy to access his chest as you placed random kisses onto him. You could have sworn you heard him make a low noise as you kissed his collarbone, but perhaps it was just your imagination. You slowly pulled away as you looked up at him. You both were just inches apart as you softly spoke, “I think that’s good,” you said, as you felt your voice get trapped in your throat. You hoped he didn’t notice how flushed you were.

He looked into your eyes as if they were his own choice of poison. “You did a great job. love, I’ll have to reward you for helping me.” He said, giving you a small smile, his hands still laced on your hips; you felt your body betray you. As your voice got stuck in your throat, your face heating up, “Well, thank you for thinking of me, but I think helping you was enough of a reward,” you said, not realizing you were leaning closer to him, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Oh, did you perhaps enjoy kissing me a bit too much?” he said in a teasing tone as his hand slid up your back.

“And if I did?” You asked, leaning in closer, your lips only inches apart from each other. His eyes lingered on your lips that were painted in his pink lipstick, and before you knew it, he closed the distance. Your lips met in a soft and delicate kiss. “Then I guess I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for enjoying myself,” he said softly as his lips ghosted over yours.

A small smile played on your lips before you closed the distance again. Your lips met in a slightly more hungry kiss as his hands slid up your body and your own hands slid up into his hair, deepening the kiss, the taste of lipstick and roses, as your tongues danced with each other, soft gasps filled the room as you moaned into each other’s kiss, only pulling away to catch your breath.

You lean away from Vil as he takes a quick look in the mirror. Surprisingly, none of your earlier kiss marks were messed up, although he did have lipstick smudged around his mouth that he needed to wipe off after he touched up his makeup. He grabbed his phone. “Do you mind, love?” He said, giving you a small smile as he handed you his phone.

You were still blushing from what just happened, your whole body feeling hot. You were honestly a little jealous how he seemed to be handling it so perfectly. Not wanting to seem immature, you took his phone, and an awkward laugh left your lips before you spoke. “Not at all,” you said, hoping this won’t be the last time you get to kiss Vil Schoenheit, but you didn’t want to tell him that.

He gave you a thankful smile before you started to take more photos of him, some of which were him looking away from the camera and others of him leaning in to it. You thought each photo was breathtaking in your own opinion, but he looked at all of them with the eyes of a critic, deleting the ones that he didn’t deem worthy. “What are you planning on doing with these photos? anyway?” you asked curiously, hoping this whole thing won’t turn into something awkward.

“I’m going to send them to my makeup artist and manager to see what they think if this would be a good look for the product shoot,” Vil said, as he continued to look through the photos on his phone, sending the ones he liked off to his makeup artist and manager. When he was done, he finally looked up at you. “Thanks for helping me.” He said as he gave you a small smirk, You’re blushing now, creeping back up on you. “Anytime,” you say softly.

And then Rook busted in through the door the three of you just stared at each other awkwardly as you and Vil were sitting so close your legs were intertwined with each other. kiss marks, traveling down Vil‘s body that matched your snatched lipstick, perfectly a mischievous grin, forming on Rook’s lips as he watched you panic for an excuse.

Inspiration photos for this post, I found these photos on Google. Happy early Valentine’s Day. 😘🥰

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luvyeni · 9 months ago

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GUYS MY AGE ,, 이민호

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ lee know x fem!reader wc. 6.2k+

genre. neighbors!au , smut

𓄷 includes ... cheating, unprotected sex, oral ( m. receiving ), literally the mother isn't the only sane person im sorry THIS IS PURE FICTION

「 authors note 𖹭 」 here it is the fic , i hope you like it 😅

❪ masterlist! ❫

guys your age never really appealed to you— you liked older men— blame it on your daddy issue, you didn't care; something about an older man just made your heart go crazy— and your panties wet.

“you need to find something to do this summer while you're home.” your mother said, you had made your return home from college for the summer, ready to soak up the sun by your pool in the backyard. “how about getting a job, the couple next door is looking for a babysitter for their three kids while they work.”

your mom watched your face scrunch up in disgust. “why would I want to babysit their sticky children?” you scoffed, picking at your freshly painted nails. “how do you plan on making money then?” you sighed, of course you already planned for this. “Mom, don't worry, I've got it all covered.” you smiled reassuringly; and you weren't lying, you did— but could you really tell your mother you planned on getting money from the many older men you managed to seduce during your time at college. “you better, don't just rot in your room all summer.”

“what if i go help the old lady across the street?” you asked standing up to put your dish in the sink. “Will that ease your worries, mother?” of course you didn't want to do it, but it would make your mother happy. “oh i didn't tell you?” she said, you shook your head, telling her to continue. “her children moved her to a nursing home.” you felt your lip curl up into a smirk. “good she was a bitch.” you said, the grumpy old lady could never stay out of your business. “I really would've hated doing that.”

“yeah she was wasn't she?” she chuckled. “Anyways, the couple who moved in there have only been here for about a month; I see the lady when I'm on my way to work.” she said. “The husband I'm pretty sure stays at home and work— you should introduce yourself, let them know who you are.” you really didn't want to; but the look in your mother's eyes, you could tell she wasn't asking you. “Fine, I'll do it later, happy?” your mother turned the water off, kissing your head. “ecstatic, im gonna get ready for work.”

“what are you doing?” jisung spoke through the phone; your bestest friend in the whole world— and your biggest enemy too. “well since you decided to flee the fucking country this summer; leaving me here.” you scoffed. “I'm stuck here rotting in my home.” you saw him smile; you scoffed before he spoke up. “Sorry, it was a last minute trip with felix.” Felix was his boyfriend; his very rich boyfriend. “yeah well while you're being wined and dined throughout europe, i’m stuck here.” you laid flat on your stomach, legs in the air.

“Remember when you left me in the dorms during spring break?” he asked. “And that business man took you to hawaii? consider this as pay back.” you rolled your eyes. “fuck you, that trip was horrible anyway, all he did was work and complain about how much he hated his hate wife— we had sex once the entire trip.” you scoffed. “You got a Gucci bag out of it though.” you hummed; he was right. “best thing to come out of it.”

“oh yeah.” you were now sitting up. “Remember the old lady across the street from me?” you asked. “yeah she was a bitch.” you nodded. “Her kids finally did everyone a favor and put her in a home.” he clapped. “good riddance, so did anyone move in that house?” you hummed. “yeah a married couple, mom wants me to introduce myself, let them know i'll be here for the summer.”

“yeah it would be confusing to see a girl in a skimpy ass bathing suit sunbathing in her front yard.” you shrugged; the sun just hit better in the front of your house. “Keep her husband on a leash, like the rest of the house wives on your street do when they see you coming, I wouldn't be too surprised if they already got to her.” you laughed, you never really cared what those women thought about you; you never really cared about their husbands, it was more so the other way around. “I really don't care about those housewives, their problem is their husbands and their wandering eyes, not me.” You defended.

“I should go introduce myself before my mom gets home.” you said. “Yeah, I have to go, Felix wants to go for food; call you later?” you nodded. “Yeah, if you aren't getting your back blown out.” his face turned red. “He's in the room.” he gritted through his teeth. “hi yn.” you heard his deep voiced boyfriend shout. “Hi Felix.” you laughed. “I hate you so much.” jisung said, you laughed. “Love you too!” You waved goodbye, hanging up the phone.

You didn't bother getting yourself together; throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top— they're your neighbors, the next time you'd see them is when you're dragging your exhausted body back into your home from your morning run, and that's even worse.

you made your way out of your house; knocking on the door of the house, your phone buzzing— jisung sending you a photo of his french cuisine. “lucky bitch.” you typed into your phone. “Bring me back a souvenir from paris.” you didn't bother to look up from your phone, so you didn't hear the door open. “Excuse me?”

The deep voice made you look up from your device; and it was like a god was standing right in front of you. “How can I help you?” he asked , you shook every dirty thought that ran through your head at that moment; putting your phone away. “O-oh sorry.” you chuckled. “I didn't hear the door open.”

The man was clearly at least a decade older than you; you could see the few gray hairs in his head— that didn't matter to you though. “I said how can I help you?” he said, his voice deep and sexy. “I'm yn, I live across the street.” you pointed. “my mother thought it would be a good idea to introduce myself so there wouldn't be any confusion this summer.” you said. “I just got home from college for summer break.”

“College?” He said, you nodded. “yup, my second year is done!” You chirped, this corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “You won't be a problem right?” You were taken aback by the question, he chuckled. “Parties love, pretty girl like you; surely you're popular.” he said, but you stopped at him calling you pretty; smiling widely at him. “I won't have to worry about loud music and young adults passing out in your front yard right?” you could see his eyes wandering down; stopping right at your chest. “My wife hates the music you kids listen to.”

Right, his wife; he was married, the way he was practically trying to look through your shirt made you forget. “Oh no sir, most of my friends are on vacation.” he nodded. “im minho.” he held his hand out. “Well it's nice to meet you, yn.” he said, you nodded; your eyes scaling his body, much like he did to you; he was pretty fit for someone his age. “How old are you sir?” he raised his eyebrows; what an odd question. “34.” just around your age range. “and since we're asking those kinds of questions,” he said. “May I ask how old you are?” maybe it was a delusion, or maybe he actually was flirting with you— whatever it was, you liked it. “I'm 23 sir.”

“You're still pretty young,” he said; you tilted your head to the side, folding your arm with a frown. “but I am an adult.” you challenged; he nodded, clicking his tongue almost in an annoyed state; it made you smirked; you could read him like a book; he hated being challenged. “still a young girl in my eyes.” you wanted to roll your eyes, and he could see that; he could read you as much as you could him. “I have to get back to work now.” He said, you stepped back. “I'm sure you have things as well, whatever you little girls do these days.” he said, watching your jaw clench. “Remember, no loud crazy parties.”

“Can't promise that sir, it is summer.” was the last thing you said, before turning away; crossing the street, leaving him standing there, watching you go into the house; also getting a peek of your ass. He smirked, walking back into his house, closing the door. “Who was that?” He was quickly brought back to reality by his wife's voice. “at the door, who was it?”

“Oh the woman across the street.” he said walking straight past her into the kitchen. “What did she bring this time?” She followed behind him. “She's sent over 3 plates of cookies in the past month we've been here.” she said. “they aren't even that good; mines are way better.” minho rolled his eyes, they actually weren't, he knew the lady ran her own bakery and his wife barely knew the difference between melted and softened butter. “Of course they are honey.”

“So where are they?” she asked, searching for a plate. “The cookies.” She said, “Oh, you didn't let me finish.” Yeah he was being condescending, but his wife never noticed. “It wasn't her, it was her daughter,” he said, opening the fridge for water. “She's home from college.” He went to walk away, but his wife stood in front of him, her face in a frown. “how may I help you? I need to get back to work.”

“You are to stay away from that girl.” She said, he stared at her confused. “I mean it's not like I'm gonna ask her to come out and get beers with me, she's 23; we have nothing in common.” he said, trudging past his wife, making his way up the stairs. “She's a college student.” he said; very attractive but a college student nonetheless.

he made it back to his office, about to close the door and get back to work; when his wife burst in. “What is now?” He said sitting down. “The other wives.” she started. “They told me things about that girl.” She said, “like what?” He said; what could you have done to offend the housewives of the block. “Back talked to them in an argument; she's a young girl, they all do that.” he laughed, he could believe it; he witnessed it only a few minutes ago — except it turned him on.

he watched his wife scoff, he adjusted himself in his pants as she closed her eyes letting out a big sigh; he felt a rant coming on. “No, they told me she's been seducing their husbands since the day she turned 18.” He looked at his wife. “what?” he said. “Yeah, wearing tiny tiny clothes; flirting with their husbands, and her mother is none the wiser.” he shook his head. “Is she really seducing them, or is she a young pretty girl and they're just bitter miserable wives who can't control their husbands' wandering eyes?”

“Are you defending her?” he sighed, rubbing his temples; he didn't really want to have this conversation. “no I'm not honey, I'm just saying don't believe everything these housewives say.” He said. “yeah well I don't trust her, so stay away from her.” she said, he nodded; just ready to get her out of the room, he was busy; and not to mention his cock was hardening at the thought of you in one of those tiny tiny outfits the desperate housewives told his wife about. “yeah fine, I'll stay away from her.”

“Thank you.” she bent down kissing his forehead. “I love when you actually listen to me.” She said smugly as she walked out closing the door; it pissed him off, not like his banter with you— no that turned him on. “fuck.” he sighed doubling over , his cock throbbing in his pants, you were already driving him crazy.

You hadn't seen him much after that; only glimpses of him walking into his house with groceries, or getting into his car, and even then he looked good; making the spot in between your legs tingle — sure he was married, but it wasn't like you were doing anything wrong; what's wrong with a little fantasy inside your head, something to think about late at night when you had your hand down your sleep shorts, pretending it was him in between your legs, his hands instead of yours.

you did see his wife though, even though it was against your will every single time; and you hated it every single time, she ran the same route as you in the morning but at a later time; so when you were finishing your walk; she was just starting hers.

“Goodmorning.” Her smile was so fake as you slowed down , stopping in front of your mailbox. “How are you?” she yelled from across the street. “I’m fine.” You smiled , so desperate to get into the house; you were sweating and hungry— and you really didn't want to talk to this lady. “I'm good.” You said. “No plans this summer?” she asked. “Not really; most of my friends are back where I go to college.”

She then went on a rant of all the different jobs you could be doing. “Baby sitting, have you ever thought about that; of course you'd have to change your wardrobe a bit , it would be a bit inappropriate to wear some of the things you wear around kids wouldn't it?” this bitch was really working on your nerves. “If you have any kids , then I would be happy to watch them.”

“God no.” There he was again, walking out of the door. “No kids here,” he said. “We have our three cats and that's it.” his eyes scanning your outfit; your skin still glistening with sweat; he was seriously checking you out in front of his wife. “Well I love cats!” you jumped a bit; tits bouncing at the impact. “So cute.”

You knew what you were doing; and so did minho— his wife was quick to end the conversation between you too. “Well I'm sure you're busy, and it's time for my run.” she said. “And don't you have to feed the cats honey?” she said, turning to him, grabbing his arm. “what? oh yeah the cats.” He said. “yeah the cats , go feed them.” she said. “Okay baby.” he said; she turned to you smugly. “Well I better get going.” She said before she started down the street catching up with the other wives she ran with.

“Your wife doesn't like me very much.” He stopped; turning where you stood across the street, in a sports bra that held your tits perfectly; leggings that made your ass pop; and a smirk on your face— he so desperately wanted to fuck off. “I don't know she seemed to like you very much.” you knew he was joking. “it would be inappropriate to wear some of the things you wear, she basically called me a whore in housewives language.” You chuckled , folding your arms under your tits , forcefully pushing your boobs up. “don't worry, I don't care; the housewives on this block have said worse.”

“yeah like what?” he said , stuffing his hands into his pockets. “that I'm just a whore put on earth to seduce their husbands.” you said , a laugh following. “I'm not worried about their husbands, but I can't say the same for their husbands.” You shrugged. “oh really?” He said, you nodded. “but hey it's not my problem, they like to stare.” you shrugged, he did that sexy eyebrow raise again. “They do, don't they?”

Fuck you knew what you were doing; and not only did it piss him off, it fucking turned him on. “I can't say I don't like the attention though.” you said, watching him shift from side to side. “who wouldn't?” he had to get away before he came across the street and dragged you into his house; then he heard it, the meow of the cats. “oh shit.” he said, making you laugh. “time to feed the cats sir.” You waved. “Have a nice day.” you made your way into the house, making sure to sway your hips, giving him a good view of your ass.

“I'm telling you sung he wants to fuck me.” you said; your friend shook his head. “Wow, that took you not only a week.” He said. “He's married, no?” You shrugged. “and that's my problem?” You said. “I said he wants to fuck me, he knows he married.” Morally yes it was fucked up, but you didn't really care. “yeah but the wife already hates you, she finds out you want to fuck her husband.” he said. “you've never seen an episode of snapped? deadly women?” you shook your head. “i’d rather start the semester with you and not the memory of you.”

“How hot is he exactly?” you sent him a photo that you stole from his social media— yes you stalked him. “Oh wow.” he said. “yah.” You heard felix in the background. “Hey lix.” you said. “yn don't die trying to fuck a married man.” The blonde said. “I won't lix don't worry, don't kill my friend in milan.” you responded. “i can't promise you that if he doesn't stop looking at that fucking photo.” you laughed as he slapped the phone. “hey! let me talk to my friend in peace.”

“you want to fuck him too huh?” you heard him say. “no you know I only want to fuck you.” you shook your head. “i'm hanging up before I witness a live amateur porn.” you said. “Call me later.” You hung up. “Now what?” you said.

You decided to go sunbathing; finding your favorite bikini, grabbing your towel and sunscreen and favorite book. “Where's my daughter off now?” your mom said. “sunbathing.” you said grabbing some snacks. “In the front yard?” You nodded. “Have fun, I have work today.” you hummed, making your way outside, you set up your things right in front; taking your shirt off laying down on the towel , feeling the sun beaming down on you.

“Are you kidding me?” minho heard his wife's voice. “Is she serious right now?” He stood up from his office chair , making his way to their shared room, where his wife was standing in front of the window. “What's wrong now?” He said. “she's out there in a bikini and shorts; laying in the sun.”

“Okay?” He said, she scoffed. “Everyone can see her , what kind of slut wears that in front of her house.” she said, he made his way over to the window. “There's no one out there.” He said, she glared at him. “Move, I'm going to the grocery store.” she pushed past him. “You already went to the grocery store.” he said following behind. “this is for the barbeque.” she said. “What barbeque?” he said , they both made their way outside to the car. “I told you we're hosting the barbeque at our house.”

“seriously; we just moved here,” he said. “even more reason for us to do it.” she picked his lips. “Who's gonna be there?” he asked. “Everyone on the block.” he did not feel comfortable having all those people running in and out of his house, but his wife was dead set, so it was already set and stone. “Hello!” The couple turned their heads to the voice.

“I'm off.” your mom came out of the house. “Okay!” you said looking up from the book. “Oh there go the Lee's.” she said , you sat up watching the couple walk out of the house. “Hello!” your mom waved brightly at them. “Oh hello!” You covered your eyes from the sun. “Yn don't be rude, say hello.” Your mom said. “Hi.” you waved, his wife didn't say anything. “Hello yn.” he said, you smiled at the way he said your name. “Where are you two off to today?” your mom asked. “Oh just to get some things for the barbeque we're throwing for the block.”

“Oh that sounds fun!” your mom said. “you're welcome to come.” she turned to you; her smile was different towards you than your mother. “You to yn, you're both welcomed.” she said, the invitation mostly towards your mom. “Oh thank you, we'll be there.” the other woman nodded. “Great!” you and minho made eye contact , you smiled. “can't wait.”

It was finally the day of the barbeque; your mother forcing you across the street with the cookies in her hand. “You're not gonna rot in the bed today.” You groaned. “i don't want to be here with these people.” she ignored you, knocking on the door. “It's only for an hour.” she said. “you know that cute boy down the street, he'll be here.” she winked , you cringed. “Why do you keep trying to marry me off to him?” you said. “because you can't spend all your time with jisung, even he has a boyfriend.”

the door opened , minho stood there. “hello.” your mom held out the plate of cookies. “mhm , my favorite.” he smiled. “thank you.” he stood to the side. “Everyone is in the back,” he said. “Thank you for inviting us.” your mother said. “No problem, you've been so nice to us with these cookies ever since we moved here,” he said. “Me and my wife really enjoy them,” he said. “I'm glad , come by the shop and I'll give you some free cupcakes.” she said. “Thank you ma’am.”

You two made it to the back where everyone was. “There's seungmin over there.” your mom pointed. “go talk to him.” Minho watched you stomp over to the boy, your mom making her way over to a group of women; his eyes scanning your outfit, your mini skirt sitting right below your ass, the shirt you wore barely covering your plush boobs; fuck he just wanted to stick his cock in between them. “fuck.” he cursed.

“you okay man?” Chan, another neighbor, came up to him. “yeah I'm fine.” he said , not taking his eyes off of you. “I see you've met yn.” the older guy chuckled. “yeah I guess.” He said. “Listen, let me give you some advice.” Chan said. “fuck your wife.” Minho turned to him. “What?” he said, the Australian laughed. “I know what you're thinking; wife being a bit of a bitch, barely having sex.” He chuckled, that was exactly his story. “Here comes this young girl with a nice ass and a good pair of tits , batting her eyelashes, a bit of a brat?”

“You seem to know a lot.” He said. “because I was you, man.” Chris said, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “But you know what I did? i went home and fucked my wife.” he said. “forgot all about it.” he said. “I'm telling you it's not worth it.” he said. “Fuck your wife.”

He knew Chan was right, but that didn't stop him from looking at you; his eyes meeting yours. you tilted your head to the side, your sultry smile as you say your goodbyes to seungmin, making your way over to him, he looked around making sure your mom or his wife wasn't paying attention , as you finally were standing in front of him. “Can I use your bathroom?”

He didn't have to follow you; he could've just given you the directions— but he really wasn't thinking; and he wished he would have been. “You have a nice home.” You said. “Thank you.” He said watching you purposely sway your hips side to side. “fuck.” he says to himself. “huh?” you asked , but you can hear him , he could see you smirking teasing him. “fucking brat.”

you definitely heard him this time, you laughed. “sir what's wrong?” you went to touch his shoulder in fake concern. He grabbed your wrist, pushing you against the wall. “fuck why couldn't you just stay away?” he growled. “Am I really to blame?” you took your other hand , traveling down to his waist. “Yn.” He weakly warned. “You can stop me if you want.” you said , your hand inching further— right to his cock, giving it a little squeeze. “fuck.” He groaned. “but I don't think you want me to.”

this was it; you finally were gonna get what you've wanted all this time; married or not you wanted his cock inside of you. “your wife doesn't have to know.” that's what set him off , grabbing the back of your head. “fuck shut up.” He said. “Get on your knees.” he said , roughly pushing you down. “you thought you were gonna get fucked didn't you?” you hissed as he yanked your hair. “too bad I'm just gonna stuff my cock down your throat and you're gonna take it like the little slut you are.”

he used his other hand to pull down his pants , freeing his cock from his underwear; his stock almost hitting you in your face. “you're so big” he hissed as you gave the tip of his cock a kiss. “yeah, want my cock down your throat.” He stroked his length in front of your face. “Fuck.” he slapped his cock on your lips. “open up.” he his tip against your lips. “fuck.”

He slowly pushed his cock into your mouth , holding your head still as he forced his cock down your throat. “shit your little throat taking my cock so good.” he hissed. “go-gonna fuck your face.” he moved his hips , holding the wall above your head, his balls slapping against your chin as he fucked your face in the middle of the hallway of the house he shared with his wife. “fuck I'm gonna cum.” he moaned. “fuck fuck fuck.” he thrusted a few more time , pulling out of your mouth , stroking his cock vigorously. “shit I'm cumming!” he shouted , his warm sticky cum shooting from his cock hitting your face. “Fuck.”

He looked down at your smiling cum covered face. “You tasted good.” you said wiping some off your cheek , putting your fingers to your mouth. You stood up , holding his cock in your hand, stroking it. “You came so much , it must've been a while.” he hissed. “sh-shit.” He said. “dont you want to fuck me?” He did, fuck he really did. “m-my wife.” he groaned. “outside.” you sighed, you forgot about the party. “I guess we'll have to wait.” you let his throbbing cock go. “Fuck I'm still hard.” he groaned.

You chuckled, wiping the rest of his cum off face. “thats too bad, I know you had a bunch of more cum for me.” he wanted to drag you up to his room and fuck you into the mattress, damned everyone in the back. “fucking brat.” he hissed, you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile. “When does your wife leave for work?”

“11.” he said , you nodded. “I'll be here at one.” That's all you said before leaving him standing in the hall, guilt building in his stomach, not only did he just cheat on his wife— he knew he was gonna do it again.

he cleaned himself up; going back to the party. “Hey minho.” your mother came up to him. “Have you seen yn, she seemed to have escaped.” of he did. “um she said she wasn't feeling good so she headed home,” he said. “that girl, always something.” she shook his head. “What's wrong?” his wife came over. “oh nothing yn got sick and had to go home.” he could see his wife's smile, luckily your mom didn't see it. “Awe too bad.” she said. “I guess I better go see if she's okay, I had a nice time.” your mother said, before excusing herself.

“don't worry i didn't poison her.” she said, he stared at her. “laugh minho it's funny.” she kissed his lips before walking away, he made eye contact with Chan who gave him a nod— if only he knew it was too late for him.

He did completely ignore chris's word , as soon as the last person was gone, and the house was quiet and clean again; he brought his wife up to their room. “fuck minho!” his wife shouted as he fucked into her. “fuck faster.” he held her hips down as he plowed into her , wishing it was you that was under. “minho fuck!” his wife shouted into his ear. “Wait, don't go so fast.” she moaned, but all he could he do was imagine it was you , yelling for him to go faster , fuck you harder and faster. “Minho I'm cumming.” his wife shrieked. “fuck wait I'm not there yet.” he groaned, he knew once she was finished he wouldn't be able to continue. “fuck I'm cumming.” she shouted. “fuck I came Minho , pull out.”

he sighed, pulling out , laying on his back cock still hard. “fuck.” He cursed. “That was so good.” his wife laid breathless next to him. “But you were a bit too rough , next time don't go so hard.” He wasn't worried about that, he was too focused on his throbbing cock. “Hey, can you help me with this?” he said. “I can't tonight, I'm too tired and I have work in the morning.” she kissed his cheek. “I'm sure you can handle yourself.”

he watched her turn on her side, turning the light off leaving him in the dark , unable to sleep due to his cock. “fuck.” he cursed as he wrapped his hands around his length, thinking about how tight your throat felt around his cock , the way you gagged around his length; spit coming from your mouth, so messy. “fuck.” he moaned , cumming all over his hand to the thought of you.

he grabbed a tissue off the nightstand; wiping himself clean , throwing the tissue into the trash. He climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers over his body; his wife snoring beside him, he turned the light on his side off— he really tried to listen to what chan said, but he was far too gone.

he knew he was gonna fuck you when you came over tomorrow.

“Wait girl, did you really think this through?” jisung said. “I thought we were joking about this,” he said. “did you already fuck him?” he questioned. “not exactly.” you said. “what does that mean?” Felix said both of them invested now in their hotel room in Belgium. “I may or may not have given him head yesterday at the barbeque.” Both of their mouths dropped. “Are you kidding?” you shook your head. “oh my god yn you're insane.” jisung said. “How didn't his wife catch you?” you shrugged. “I don't know.”

“It's 11:30 now , are you gonna go?” felix asked, you looked at the clock. “maybe.” you said. “I know I really shouldn't support this.” jisung said. “but you're gonna do it anyway aren't you?” he asked. “i think his wife is leaving now , you got up looking out the window, sure enough she was walking to her car. “yeah it's her she's leaving now.” you spoke into the phone— fuck it. “I'm going.” you said. “Please don't get caught in his bed by his wife.” jisung said. “and don't get pregnant.” you hung up , getting dressed.

your mom had already left so you didn't have to explain to her why you suddenly were leaving; in the shortest skirt possible you might add, slipping on your shoes , opening the door to your house. you kept an eye for nosey housewives as you made your way across the street , knocking on the door; still keeping an eye out for people. the door opened up, revealing the man himself. “hi.”

before you could say something; he was dragging you into the house, closing the door, slamming you against it. “Jesus you're really eager aren't you?” you teased , he growled pressing you against the door. “I'm so fucking hard right now.” he said. “I can feel your cock throbbing , you're still thinking about my throat aren't you?” you squeezed his cock. “Is your wife not giving you head?” You pouted , “poor you.”

he was ready to take you against the door , but instead he forced himself away. “upstairs,” he said. “now.” you heard his commanding tone, he guided you to his room , slapping your ass, pushing the door open. “short fucking skirt , what's the point of it?” he growled , pulling you by the waist of the skirt, unbuttoning the button, pulling it down , leaving you in your panties. “take your shirt off.” you obeyed him , pulling the shirt over your head , he palmed his cock watching you undress.

“fuck get on the bed.” this was the bed he shared with his wife , but you could care less at this moment , spreading your legs for the older man , your wet cunt on display. “so fucking messy.” he pulled his pants down , revealing his underwear. “gonna use that cunt.”

he got on the bed , rubbing your clothed cunt. “fuck s-sir.” he smirked. “You like calling me sir.” he pulled your panties to the side, rubbing his cock along your folds. “You love cock that bad that you'd fuck anyone.” he groaned as he slid the tip of his cock in. “fuck a married man?” You moaned feeling his cock stretching you out. “pl-please fuck me.”

he fully bottomed out inside you. “fuck your pussy is so tight.” he groaned. “you-you're so big.” you moaned. “Please move.” you begged , he pulled out, before slamming back into you. “oh fuck!” you shrieked , clutching the bed sheets below you as he began to plow into you. “fuck I want you to cum all over my cock.” he hissed as you tightened around him. “fuck I'm gonna cum sir.” you moaned, your legs shaking. “fuck i'm cumming.”

a white ring formed around the base of his cock as he kept fucking into you. “gonna cover your pussy in my cum.” he hissed, his hand coming up to your boob to squeeze it. “fuck I'm gonna cum.” he cursed , pulling out cumming all over your cunt. “shit.” he tapped his cock on your cunt. “fuck, come here.”

he grabbed waist, flipping you over. “ass up.” he lifted your hips up; rubbing his cock along your folds. “You want my cock again?” you nodded. “Pl-please fuck me, want your cock sir.” he groaned. “yeah, want my cock?” he held the base of his cock coated with your juices, slapping your ass. “come on slut , fuck yourself on my cock.”

you pushed yourself back on his cock, both of you moaning out again. “that's it , stretch yourself out with my cock.” He groaned , grabbing your hip. “fuck i can't take it.” he pushed your head against the pillow , plowing into you. “fuck , that's it.” he groaned. “how does it feel being fucked past your limits by a married man?” he groaned. “so-so good.” your words barely audible due to your face being pushed against the pillow. “My wife lays her head right where you're drooling like a brain dead slut.”

you felt the knot in your stomach forming again. “You gonna cum again?” he said , his cock twitching. “ye-yes , please let me cum.” you begged. “no need to beg , I'm gonna let you cum slut.” he slapped your ass. “go ahead cum all over my cock.” your legs gave out as you cum , but he didn't stop , and you didn't want him to either. “fu-fuck I'm gonna cum.” he whimpered. “fuck.”

“i-inside.” You moaned. “fu-fuck I can't.” he groaned. “pl-please , cum inside me.” his hips twtiched as you tightened around him. “of fuck I'm cumming, gonna give you what you want.” he whispered in your ear , biting down on it as he came inside you. “fuck.” he drawed out as he came , his cum flooding your abused cunt. “shit.” he cursed, pulling , watching his cum leak out of you, it was probably the best thing he'd seen in a long time , he slapped your ass. “such a good pussy.”

“you don't feel guilty?” you asked , laying in his arms , it has been a while and it finally hit you while you laid in his arms , naked— in the bed he shared with his wife. “I guess,” he said. “what if we get caught?” you asked. “We won't.” he said. “She leaves everyday except for Sundays at 11.” he said. “she leaves; you come over and I take you on different surfaces of the house.” he bit your neck before kissing where he bit at. “she’ll be none the wiser.”

“And when I go back to school?” you didn't live far , but it was still a drive. “We'll figure it out , I'll drive the 2 hours if I have to.” he said. “you'd drive two hours there and back every weekend just to fuck me?”

he flipped you over , you yelp; feeling his cock against your folds. “fuck.” he cursed. “for this pussy?” he pushed his tip in. “fu-fuck yeah , I'd drive for it.”

“Now we still have 4 hours left and I want to spend as much time as I can inside this pretty cunt.”

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Finding Refuge {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Age gap (reader's age is not specified - make it as large or as narrow as your heart desires), teasing, fingering, slightly domineering Joel, arthritis, orgasm denial by accident, unspoken feelings, Joel in therapy, threats, protective Joel, angst, rough sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fucking out your feelings, confessions

Comments: We had some thots after the season premier and you know we gotta insert ourselves in this story. And change Joel's fate.

A/N: There was a post from @strang3lov3 talking about how sexy Joel was with his bifocals, age spots and arthritis and it was like 'yeah....let's fuck this old man' 🥴😅

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Walking through the streets, the ice and snow crunch under your moderately worn boots. Boots you are thankful to have new soles on since the cobbler had gotten over the pneumonia he had been fighting. His apprentice was good, just not quite as good as Mike is. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you see the house ahead, currently torn to pieces and being put back together for a new family to live in. Grinning to yourself because you know where you will find him when you open the door. Seated at the table, the bifocals that you tease him about perched on the edge of his nose. Sometimes muttering to himself as he tinkers with whatever has captured his attention and makes his achy hands work. You stomp off the snow, opening the door to a house that isn’t much warmer than the street outside and find Joel exactly where you thought you would. “What are you working on now?” You ask, walking up behind him and rubbing his shoulder slightly, basking in the small touches that he doesn’t reject anymore.

Joel knows he shouldn’t tense but he does a little. So unused to tender touches like the ones you give him. He doesn’t think he deserves them. The last person who touched him like this was Tess. He doesn’t think he deserves it after all the blood he’s spilled. “Breakers. They were gonna toss them but they just need the spring replaced.” He explains and you nod, leaning closer. “Can you teach me?” You ask, eager to learn whatever you can from him. He nods, adjusting his glasses and he gestures to the chair next to him.

It’s not that you really care about this stuff, you do, but it’s more about spending time with him. When he’s talking about building houses, about anything connected to before the outbreak, he opens up. Talks. Can ramble for hours about electrical code and permits, making you giggle to yourself when he repeats a story and doesn’t even realize it. Sitting next to him, you smell the warm, spicy scent that is unique to Joel. Turning your head so you can see the silver in his hair, the lines and age spots on his face that you find fascinating. He’s a handsome man, so fucking sexy, and he doesn’t even know what those eyes do to you.

Joel can feel you watching him as he starts to point out the different parts of the breaker he's fixing. "Otherwise your whole house is gonna be on fire." He says and turns his head to find you watching him. "You learnin' or fuckin' me with those eyes?" He asks, eyebrows raised and his eyes twinkle with slight amusement at your dazed expression.

“Can’t a girl do both?” You ask, biting your lip as your eyes flick down to his mouth. “You have great hands.” You praise. “Have I ever told you that?” Reaching for them, you pluck the breaker out of his hands and your fingers trace over work rough, calloused skin. “Sturdy, strong.” You hum. “Nimble.”

He snorts, wondering if you’re even talking about him or imagining a ghost of your past. “You like when they are inside you.” He murmurs and you fluster as you trace his fingers and over the sunspots on his hands. “You wanna learn?” He asks and you nod, lifting your eyes to meet his. “Good. You’re gonna learn. Come sit on my lap.” He orders, pushing his chair back and he pats his lap before he picks up the breaker again.

You smirk slightly as you push off your chair and wiggle your ass suggestively as you settle into his lap. You can feel the bulge that will harden underneath you, twitch, not immune to you as much as he pretends. “Learn me something then.” You tease, twisting around to grin at him as he frowns back at you. You’re used to his frowns, his gruffness, not taking offense to it at all. You’ve pushed past him not wanting you around.

Joel snorts at your grin, picking up the pliers. “Watch. You’re gonna fix this.” He orders gruffly, “you gotta be gentle. Nothing heavy handed when it comes to stuff this small. We can’t break it because we don’t have any more.” He explains and he hands the pliers to you, his fingers brushing yours as you take the tool.

You love the little jolt of pleasure that flashes through you at his touch. Joel is not considered a gentle man by most people’s estimations. He’s hard at times, unyielding when it comes to those he loves, especially Ellie. Fiercely protective. Most see it as being bullish but you see the care, the concern, the fear of loss behind it. So it doesn’t bother you like it might others. “Okay.” You murmur, focusing on the breaker since he wants to teach you this.

His hand guides yours, showing you how to gently remove the spring. “That’s it.” He murmurs, leaning in closer towards you, and his hands shift to your waist as he watches you gently remove the spring. “Good girl.” He praises you roughly and his fingers trail down to the button of your jeans, popping it open. “Concentrate.” He orders when your hand shakes as you pick up the new spring.

Fuck. He’s in a teasing mood. Your brain seems to melt, forgetting what he had just told you about fixing this stupid thing as his hand slides under your shirt, into your pants. Chuckling when he discovers you aren’t wearing any panties. “Plan to get fucked today?” He growls in your ear, but you shake your head. “Laundry day.” You lie. “Too cold to wash clothes last week.”

He snorts, knowing you’re lying. He’s lived too many lives to not read people nowadays. “Right. Now get the spring and you’re gonna want to carefully - carefully - put the new one in place. You gotta be slow.” He commands while his fingers find your clit and start to run slow circles on your bundle of nerves.

“Joel-“ you whimper, making his fingers freeze over your clit, not even pressing. “You have to be quiet.” He chides, even though the crews working outside couldn’t hear you unless they come inside and no one really disturbs Joel unless it’s urgent. “Really?” You huff and he smirks against your neck. “Get back to work.” He instructs.

Your hand shakes slightly as you grip the pliers, picking up the spring from the table. “Doin’ good, girl.” He murmurs, rubbing your clit again as you bite your lip, trying to focus. “Keep it slow. Wanna make sure it’s in there nice and tight.”

“Shit.” You hiss, making him pull his fingers back again. You bite your lip and lean over the table, trying to concentrate and desperately wanting him to touch you again. “You gonna behave?” He asks, but you don’t answer, knowing he doesn’t want you too. You very carefully pick up the spring again to replace it.

He watches you, glasses perched on his nose, and he continues to rub your clit. “You can do it.” He reassures you gruffly, cock hardening beneath you as you whimper, biting your lip to try and concentrate.

It’s so fucking hard to concentrate when he’s touching you. Especially when he’s trying to make you break. Your hands shake slightly. “Gotta be able to work through distractions.” He breathes in your ear. “Distractions can get you killed if you’re not careful.”

You inhale deeply and he bites his lip to conceal his smirk as he watches you struggle to focus while he circles your clit with his fingers. "That's it baby. Doin' good." He murmurs when you manage to get the spring in position. "Now tighten it up." He murmurs, fingers continuing to work you over.

The screws are tiny and you huff slightly, swallowing harshly when he taps your clit in reprimand before starting to slowly drive you inside. Your walls are aching to have him push his fingers inside you, but you know he won’t until he’s good and ready. “Fuck.” You grumble when you drop the tiny screwdriver after putting the pliers down.

Joel tuts, pausing his touch, “pick it up.” He orders and you whine softly, making him pinch your clit. You gasp, gripping the pliers, and he chuckles, “concentrate.”

Your eyes flutter closed and you take a deep breath, trying to calm down and do what he tells you to. “Yes Joel.” You murmur softly, opening your eyes again to concentrate on fixing the breaker.

He’s hard now and eager to see you fall apart for him. He grunts when you grind down onto him, continuing to rub your clit. “That’s it, baby.” He murmurs, biting down on your earlobe and he shifts his hand back to give you what you need. Pushing two thick digits into your pussy.

Your breath catches and it’s the lack of sounds that keeps him from pulling his fingers out. He doesn’t stop, starting to pump them in and out of your slick walls. It feels incredible, making you tremble as you continue to work on the part, finally managing to put it back together with the new spring.

Joel grins when you put it back together, a smug look on your face until he wipes it off by pushing his fingers to find that spot that makes you fall apart. He finds it within seconds and you moan his name, leaning back against his shoulder. “That’s it. Good girl.” He coos, “damn good girl.” He praises until and you pant, “Joel. Gonna - fuck. I’m gonna-” Joel hisses, a searing pain in his hand and he stops his movements, unable to do anything but pull his hand from your pussy and out of your pants. Shaking it to try and eliminate the pain.

“No, no, noooooo-“ you think that he’s punishing you at first, teasing you more. Eyes flying open and you drop the tools to grab his hand until you hear his grunts of pain. Twisting around in worry, you see the frustration, the disappointment in himself, swimming in his eyes. It’s not ideal, but your first line of defense is teasing. “Can’t get it done, old man?” You hum, picking up his hand and rubbing his knuckles gently, ignoring how wet his fingers are with your juices.

He’s so mad that his damn arthritis has robbed you of your orgasm. “Shit.” He mutters, looking down at you caressing his knuckles, “sorry, darlin’.” He sighs and leans in to softly kiss your cheek. “It’s okay, old man.” You tease him and he snorts, “tongue still works just fine,”

“Might have to take you up on that. Later.” You sigh softly and let go of his hand. “But for now, I gotta go.” You admit, wishing you can stay. “Have to go out.” You know that Joel tried to keep Ellie from scouting even though she’s old enough, but he hasn’t even tried to talk you out of it, knowing that would be useless. “You gonna be at the thing tonight?”

Joel tilts his head in uncertainty, a habit he’d picked up over a lifetime. He feels guilty for teasing you but he knows he can make it up to you another time. “Maybe. I don’t - I don’t think so.” He confesses, biting his lip. “I gotta go soon. I’m, uh, I’m seeing Gail.” You know about his deal with her, having told him it’s a good idea to seek some help after you caught him having a panic attack.

“Don’t forget her baggie.” You remind him, standing up and buttoning up your jeans. You lean down and kiss his cheek again. Joel sometimes doesn’t want a kiss on his lips and while you would always want them, you don’t judge him for that. “Then I’ll see you sometime.” You straighten and wink playfully. “Later, old man.”

He rolls his eyes and snorts until he winks at you, knowing he needs to show you some affection. He sighs and taps his damn fingers on the table as you walk out of the room. He wants to meet Maria first to discuss the progress before he heads off to see Gail.

****

“There’s this thing called a constructo-meter. You see, you crank this dial and-” Maria rolls her eyes at her brother in law. “You’d think you getting laid would mean you’d be less grumpy.” She snorts, looking out at the newly arrived refugees.

Joel huffs, wanting to deny it, but Tommy knows better and whatever Tommy knows, Maria knows. Joel turns his attention to the list of problems he has. “With the manpower we have, I don’t see any of this gettin’ done until summer.” He admits, although Maria is still looking out the window at something below. “This window isn’t keeping the cold out anymore.” She says and he looks up from his notes. “Yeah, yeah, caulk.”

Maria knows that Joel wants to protect the town and in his mind, that means keeping out refugees, even if he was one himself once upon a time. When his nephew runs in the room, Joel grins and his cold heart warms for the little boy, watching Maria greet him before he shows him the map.

He actually really likes kids. The part of him that he had thought died the day Sarah had has been slowly coming back to him. Ellie helped awaken a part of him that had been dormant but then his nephew brought it to life.

Maria watches Joel and when Tommy strides in, she watches her husband embrace her son with the rifle slung over his back. Tommy asks about the dial and Joel snorts, making Maria roll her eyes at the brothers. “You know he’s gotta go tonight.” Maria says your name, “I’m sure she will be there.” Tommy raises his eyebrows and looks at Joel who huffs, “she don’t wanna be seen with an old man like me.”

It’s Maria’s turn to huff, knowing you don’t give a damn about what people think. You would proudly walk down any street in Jackson with Joel, if he would just open his eyes. “You need to get your glasses checked if you believe that.” She tells him. “If you just asked her to move in with you, we could have another house already ready for another family.” She points out, brows raised.

Joel sighs, rubbing his temple before he removes his glasses, he looks at the clock on Maria’s desk and sighs, “I gotta go.” He’s been running behind all day. He pretends to get shot by Benji and chuckles as he leaves the office. His mind is silent as he makes his way to Gail’s, the guilt of seeing Eugene’s things hitting him every time he walks in the door.

It doesn’t go well. He leaves before the hour is up, long before the timer goes off. The guilt burrowed deeper, even though he knows he did the right thing. He would do it again if it meant keeping the town safe. That makes him feel even more guilty. It seems like he can never just do the right thing and have it understood. Rolling his shoulders, he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, glancing at your house as he walks past.

The thing that really got to him during this failed session was what Gail said about you.

****

“Apart from Ellie, I can see there’s something else bothering you.” Gail observes, glass in hand, and Joel clenches his jaw, “it’s - it’s stupid. I- I shouldn’t even be able to get it up still. Especially not for a younger woman. I mean, what does she see in me? I’m old. Hell, earlier I couldn’t even fing- damn arthritis.” He scoffs, flexing his fingers and Gail chuckles, “so what’s the plan? Be alone forever. Or what else would you do? Fuck an older woman? Someone like me?” She smirks and Joel frowns, shaking his head, “you’re not really my type. You know, you kinda hate my guts.” He says and she says your name, making his eyes widen. “What? You think I’m blind? The whole town sees the way you look at her? When are you going to stop being a pussy and ask her to move in?” Joel clenches his jaw at her words, anxious that everyone seems to know what’s been going on between you. “It ain’t like that. She - she doesn’t - fuck.” He huffs and Gail leans closer on her elbows. “Maybe I should kill her. Since you killed Eugene. We can be even.” Joel growls, standing up, and Gail manages to beckon him to sit after giggling and saying she couldn’t kill you, you make the best pies in town. “I’m not a killer. I’m not like you. If Eugene were alive, I wouldn’t - what I’d give to have one more moment where I could tell him I love him. I never imagined I’d lose him, even with the world going to shit. I’d give anything to tell him how I felt about him.” She confesses and Joel sighs, twisting his hands as guilt swirls in his stomach. “Does Ellie know about the two of you?” Gail asks and Joel shakes his head, “Ellie - she doesn’t know - fuck.” He rubs his temple and it doesn’t long for him to storm from Gail’s, tears stinging in his eyes.

Out on the patrol, you slowly guide the horse. The other group has gone north and you are taking the familiar path south. Doing a wide loop around the town, making sure that there aren’t any threats that could jeopardize the safety of the little community that you have come to love. “So are you going to the New Year’s dance?” Scott asks as he rides up beside you, startling you out of your thoughts. “Um- I don’t know.” You admit. “I might, I might not.” You would see if Joel was there and if he wasn’t, there wasn’t really a need to stay.

Scott turns to look at you. Jesus, you're beautiful and while he's heard a rumor about you and Joel, he doesn't know if it's serious or you're just messing around. "You wanna go...with me?" He asks after a few moments, cautious as his stomach twists in anticipation.

Your stomach twists, feeling guilty because you have to turn him down. This thing with Joel isn’t defined and it might never be, but you wouldn’t be fair to Scott and he’s a good guy. “I- thank you, but-“ you shake your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Scott grips the reins a little tighter, inhaling the cold air so hard his throat hurts, but he knows whatever the fuck it is with Joel would mean you’d never truly be his. He thought that was really over but your answer tells him it’s not. “I get it. I just - I hope one day he opens his eyes and sees what’s right in front of him.” He says softly and seconds later, the group beckons you over.

You fluster slightly, feeling your cheeks heat up even in the cold as you guide your horse over to the group. Knowing that people see that you and Joel are stuck in limbo makes you wonder if you are just wasting your time. However, you can’t help how you feel, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.

****

The music is fun and lively, people dancing on the floor, and Joel watches from the dark corner of the room, wondering where you are. He shouldn’t have come to this but he’s desperate to see you. After what Gail said, he just needs to put his eyes on you, even if he doesn’t speak to you.

Standing in front of the mirror, you look at the dress you are wearing, wondering if you should just stay home. Everyone in town is there, beyond those keeping watch on the walls. Everyone except Joel. You bite your lip and grab your jacket. You’ll go for an hour, and if he’s not there, you’ll dance with Scott and go home.

Joel sees you when you walk in, dressed up and looking so goddamn pretty. He watches Ellie as she dances with Dina. His heart bursts with hope for the girls as he watches them kiss. His chest aches for their future, hoping to see them flourish together, when his eyes land on you. He flexes his fingers, wanting to get up and approach you. He spends far too long fighting with himself and the moment he decides to approach you when you’re standing there with a cup in your hand, he hears Seth insult Ellie. His mind is clouded and he doesn’t hesitate to shove the asshole, thinking he’s doing the right thing until Ellie yells at him and his heart breaks all over again. Nodding, he steps away and his eyes meet yours as he leaves the party.

Your heart clenches, seeing the hurt and rejection in his eyes. Feeling the yearning that he can’t express, the need to just be needed by Ellie. She turns back to Dina and you decide to say something. Walking up to her and sighing softly, you touch her arm so she turns towards you. “He loves you.” You remind her softly. “He’s lost nearly everything he’s ever loved and he just wants to protect you.” You don’t wait for her to argue, or tell you to mind your own business, just turning and grabbing your coat to track Joel down.

Joel stomps back into his house, his chest aching as the anxiety sets in, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Everything suddenly feels so restrictive and he shrugs his coat off, kicking off his boots and he rips at his gloves and scarf. Tossing everything to the floor, he inhales deeply when he hears a knock at the door. “Go away!” He growls and his heart stops when he hears you call his name. He stumbles, walking over to the door, and he rips it open to find you standing there. Your eyes soften and he doesn’t think as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in so he can press his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

You don’t gasp but you are surprised by the kiss. Expecting Joel to open the door and tell you to go away again or let you in and watch him pace while venting his frustration. Apparently he had decided on another way to work out his emotions and you kick the door closed behind you while wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re still wearing your coat, but you don’t care, you’ll give him whatever he needs right now.

His hands are frantic, not stiff like earlier, and he shoves your coat from your shoulders while he kisses you like he’s been starved of your touch for a lifetime. He’s desperate and he breaks the kiss so he can grab your waist, dragging you into his living room. You bump into things while your tongue caresses his, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass until he’s pulling the dress up your legs.

You let him touch you how he wants, how he needs to. Joel has never been this frantic before. Not even the first time you had sex and it had been a long time for both of you. You moan when he cups your cunt, whining into his mouth as he grunts, obviously pleased that you had decided not to wear underwear again.

He doesn’t even think as he pushes your body down until you are bent over the sofa, ass in the air. His grunts are deep as he works on unbuckling his belt, pulling his throbbing cock free moments later, and within moments, he’s pushing into your dripping pussy.

Your cry fills the empty house, pussy stretched beyond his fingers this morning because his cock is so much thicker. Not even giving you a moment to adjust, he starts hammering into your body with a fierce pace that pushes the breath out of you and has you clawing at the worn and sagging sofa.

His jaw is clenched as he unrelentingly fucks you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Nostrils flared as he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips as he takes his frustrations out on your tight cunt. “That’s right, girl. Take all of it.” He finally hisses out through clenched teeth, “so good for me. Takin’ it all.”

Your eyes roll back, jaw slack as you let him just destroy your pussy with every snap of his hips. Fucking you like he’s possessed as your toes curl in your boots. It’s so fucking good, his rough voice making your walls clench tight, body shivering in pleasure while you take everything that he gives you and your body begs for more with the slick squelches.

For this moment, Joel isn’t a 61 year old man with arthritis fucking a woman that’s too goddamn young for him. No, he’s a man who needs to fuck out his feelings, and nothing is gonna stop him from making you squeeze his cock so he can forget about every goddamn mistake he’s ever made. “Fuck.” He pants, his hand squeezing your ass until he slaps it, your dress flipped over so he can see how his cock disappears inside you.

“Joel!” You choke out his name, the sting of his hand on your skin making you clench around him again. You never knew that Joel could be this rough, but it’s incredible. He’s never touched you with anything but determination to make you shake in pleasure, but the man has been gentle every time. As if trying to prove to you, to himself maybe, that he wasn’t the monster that he believes himself to be. “More.” You beg, eyes fluttering and sounds pouring out of your mouth as he drives into you again and again.

He pants, loving how you beg for more, and he obliges. Thrusting into you, he pants your name, and smacks your ass again. “Fuck. Feel so good, sweetheart. Takin’ it like a fuckin’ - like my whore.” He doesn’t ever call you names in bed but right now, he’s lost to the sensations.

You shudder, knowing that’s exactly what you are. So willingly his whore. “Yes.” You moan. Your fingers scratch against the fabric of the sofa, thin padding and hard wood of the frame digging into your hips as he rails you, but you wouldn’t change a thing. All you want is more, for him to keep fucking you just like this. Body hovering on the edge of completely shattering from his pace and the way his cock hits deep inside you.

He groans, hand trailing along your spine until he is gripping the back of your neck. “Fuck. Look at you. So fuckin’ good for me.” He praises you as he fucks you like a man half his age. You bring this out of him. You make him feel like this. “Fuck. You’re - need you to cum for me. Wanna feel you.” He groans, sliding his hand down to squeeze your breast as he pushes into you a little faster despite the pain in his hip.

“I’m gonna.” You pant out, so close to cumming for him. The pace is just as harsh as it was before but there is an extra push of his hips, grinding in before he’s pulling back and it's perfect. Only taking a few more thrusts before you are squealing his name so loud anyone passing by his house would hear, clenching down around his cock and soaking him with your juices.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pants when you squeeze him and Jesus, he loves it. He groans your name, squeezing your ass in his hands and his hip is really aching but it doesn’t stop him thrusting a few more times until he’s buried deep in your pussy, painting your walls with his seed. He never cums inside you but right now, he has to possess every single part of you.

Your moan is low, animalistic, as you feel the heat of his cum pushing inside you. Filling you. Joel never filled you before, pulling out to cum on you, unless he’s fucking your ass. Then he won’t pull out, but apparently he decided that tonight was worth the risk. “Fuck.” You pant when he finally stops moving, his own harsh breathing all you can hear.

Joel’s body aches but he bends over you to press a soft kiss to your neck before he slowly pulls out of you. He tucks his cock away and stumbles to sit down in his chair, watching you shift onto your haunches, a frown on his face. “I’m sorry. I- shit.” He murmurs, “I shouldn’t have been so rough.” He flexes his fingers, feeling the ache in his bones.

You snort, shaking your head as you look back over at him. “No, don��t apologize.” You tell him, “you needed it just like that and I fucking loved it.” You shift to sit down, wanting to reach for him but you’re afraid he might pull away. “Are you okay?” You ask softly.

Joel bites his lip, shaking his head for a second, “no. I, uh, I’m lost. I don’t know what to do.” Tears fill his eyes but he doesn’t let them fall. “Every day it’s like I can’t do nothing right.” He confesses, looking over at you and you don’t touch him.

You know that he’s talking about Ellie, licking your lips, you shoot him a small smile. “She’s a teenager.” You remind him softly. “She thinks she’s gotta be independent.” He looks so forlorn. “One day she’s going to be so fucking grateful you were there. That’s all you have to do.” You promise. “Just be available to her. She will come around.”

He absorbs your words, “and you? Will you - I’m an old man. You deserve someone younger…better. You deserve to be happy. I can’t give you kids. I can’t give you a home. I’m messed up. I can’t - I’m a monster.” He looks down at his hand, flexing his fingers.

You frown at his statement, getting up and moving to the coffee table to sit right in front of him. “I don’t want kids.” You admit quietly. “I admire people that have them, but I couldn’t risk losing a child in this.” You gesture around you. “Jackson is safer than outside the walls, but it could change in an instant.” You look around the house. “Looks like a home to me.” You point out. “And I don’t give a shit that you’re messed up.” You reach for his hand. “I’m messed up too. We’ve all had to be monsters. It’s why we are still alive.”

He looks at you, your hand in his, and he sees the differences in your skin - yours is beautiful and his is worn. “What do you want?” He asks softly, “because if you decide to be mine, I ain’t letting you go. I will protect you until my last breath. I’ll love you until the day I die.” He confesses, remembering Gail’s words earlier.

“That better be a long goddamn time from now.” You threaten, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his scarred knuckles. “I want to be yours.” You whisper, looking up at him. “I love you, Joel.” Smiling softly, you shrug. “I think I did from the moment you told Maria to tell us to fuck off.”

He chuckles at the memory, caressing your cheek with his free hand, “I’m glad she didn’t turn you away.” He murmurs, “I couldn’t imagine my life without you now.” He swallows harshly, “move in with me.”

You honestly hadn’t imagined he would ever ask you that. You know Ellie had moved into the garage, and you have no problem if she ever wanted to move back into the house, you would never even dream of opposing that. “Are you sure?” You ask, reaching out and stroking his cheek. “If I move in, you won’t have a chance to brood and be grumpy all by yourself.”

Joel offers you a self deprecating grin, "I could brood outside the house." He teases and you chuckle, leaning in to softly kiss him and he responds, "I want you in my bed every night." He confesses, knowing that he won't be easy to live with but he wants to try, he wants you.

“Then you’ll have me in your bed every night.” You grin and kiss him again. “Might stay warmer. Help those old bones of yours.” You tease, stealing one more kiss. “I love you.”

He smiles, "love you too, darlin'." He sighs after squeezing your hand, "you wanna sit outside and see the new year in?" He asks and when you nod, it's not long before you and Joel are sitting on the porch dressed in your coats and your eyes widen when he produces the guitar from his side. "Fixed the strings for Ellie." He murmurs, bringing it up to his lap.

You’ve never heard Joel play, but you knew he did. Maria had told you. Asked for you to be on the lookout for some guitars since she wanted her son to learn. She had told you about Joel teaching Ellie. “Play me something.” You ask softly, watching him as he gently strokes the wood grain of the instrument.

He is nervous but he nods, plucking the strings, until he softly plays. His rough voice is surprisingly gentle as he starts to sing. He can feel your eyes on him and he continues to play.

Joel has an amazing voice. It’s slightly rough, but in a way that makes you yearn for the heartache that you know is coming. Like one of the country stars that could sing about loss and make you cry. The snow stopped falling, and the night is clear, a perfect New Year. A time for new beginnings.

He plays until you hear the countdown begin, the cheers, and he smiles sadly, leaning closer to you. "Happy New Year, sweetheart." He murmurs, cupping your cheek and he walks in to press his lips to yours.

“Happy New Year.” You whisper when he pulls back slightly. “This year, we will make sure that we improve on the years before.”

Joel nods, kissing your forehead before you pull back, looking at him with a smile that makes his heart flutter. He grips the guitar, offering you a wink until his face drops. You turn your head to see Ellie standing in the driveway and she stares at Joel like he’s her enemy. You hear his soft sigh but he doesn’t let the hurt show on his face as she stalks off into the garage. “She’ll come around.” He doesn’t believe you but at least he can find comfort in you. “Maybe when I’m dead.” He snorts, reaching for your hand to squeeze it. “That won’t be anytime soon.” You declare and he nods, looking back out to the darkness, unaware of the threat that is heading towards him.

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Are They Attracted To You?💋🌺🌹 (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hi it's Lunadream❤️ This is an honest reading for whether or not that person on your mind has romantic attraction towards you! hope you find your message💌✨️

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~❤️‍🔥

Pile 1🩷

Pile 2💋

Pile 3🌺

Pile 4🌹

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> ❤️

Pile 1🩷

Sign energy: Facial expression, Body, Art, Right, Demand, 5th house, Taurus, Aries, 2nd house, 9th house,📞🤪🏜🙅‍♂️

🎀Your person's energy: Okay hi so this person is quite smart, they might often be right about things or they always want to be right. They could have sort of a dominant way about them, like they want to be heard.🗣☝️ There is prominent aries or 1st house placements here, also Taurus. Sagittarius, Leo, actually all fire signs wow so this person has a straightforward or directness to them. One of the first things that came up is their body is a work of art lol😂😭 Seriously they might have the build of a greek statue for some, they could be phsyically fit or in shape I'm hearing "sculpted"🦵💪👀 That could mean someone who is creative or into making things too take what resonates.🪄 I feel like this person could make some really funny faces, like they could have very animated facial expressions.😜 Your person may trive on having attention on them, or they just get it without trying. Their voice is attractive, also they can be interested in many exotic genres of music.🎧🎼 For some of you this person is from a hot climate, or they are just hot themselves😉 They are sensual and headstrong, this could be someone from a long distance but I only see that for a few of you. They are exciting and want to enjoy many hobbies, there is a thirst for adventure in them.🪂🌋 They could love food especially from different cultures, they are expressive in their body langauge aswell😅🔥 This person might appear wild or reckless. Possibly a bit demanding sometimes or even selfish it depends on the person, but I think they are a youthful spirit.

🌺Are They Attracted To You: Dating, Warrior, Reconnect, Passion, Finger, Leo, Pisces, Moon, Neptune, Chiron,🔊🥺💁‍♂️🪃

Okay there is a lot of passion here, for some of you this person wants to date you!🫵❤️‍🔥 Like they are energetically pointing at you like "pile 1 date me now😤" lmao. They have a desire to reconnect with you emotionally and heal you with this passion and devotion I'm hearing, but I think your judgement is needed here because the situation is iffy.🤨🔍 Although there is a lot of attraction from this person, it could be more like infatuation for them. This person feels restless and easily bored, I do see that this person would get an ego boost from dating you.🔝🏆 They are very vocal about their attraction to you my pile 1's, but they're wearing rose colored lenses a bit when it comes to you. This person fantasizes about you, and they want to win your heart.🫢❤️‍🔥 It's like they are in a gauntlet of war competing with your potential suitors in the spiritual realm lol😂⚔️ Be careful though as this person's attraction may be unstable or flighty, the spark they feel may ignite but also burn out fast. They could lose interest easily in relationships I'm hearing, it's hard for them to keep focus. I think they have a soft spot for you though, they want to prove themselves to you.🎁✨️ This attraction to you feels more loyal and devoted than they usually are. They want to reach out to you, for some of you this person wants to apologize for something or heal any emotional wounds you have.🫂💞 This person's attraction to you is more on a spiritual and emotional level than phsyical but I'm seeing that too, they feel attached to you most energetically.🔗💭 They are attracted to you because of the psychic bond you two share, your soul is so precious to them and they don't want to see you suffer. Wow I think this person is very emotional over you, there is a mixture of passion and love for this pile.🌹🩷 For some of you this person is having dreams of you, their subconcious is very attracted towards you. I think this person is healing, maybe that is why their energy was so chaotic at first. You may be keeping them in tune with their more caring or nurturing self.

💌Messages from your person: I still love you, It's the start of something new, You're pretty, Nothing else matters, I can't believe you would choose me, You read my mind, I stay asleep dreaming of you, It feels so good. 🐇🛑🍪🕯(Wow yes they dream of you pile 1 and they fantastize of you, definitely a psychic connection here!❤️🥹)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🌺💋

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the pink heart emoji~🩷 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🥰

Pile 2💋

Sign energy: Back off, Lesson, Glow up, Top, Force, Air, Neptune, Jupiter, 6th house, Pisces,♂️💦🍒🍭

🎀Your person's energy: Wow this person does not like us channeling their energy right now lol😅 Their vibe seems confused and very resistant, they could be very busy or unavailable right now.✋️😠 I feel like this person has a defensive energy towards my pile 2's, they try to be realistic I'm hearing. For some of you this person is masculine or dominant, they could even be phsyically bigger for some of my pile 2's🫢 Air sign energy, Pisces, Sagittarius, Virgo, those could be in their chart. Maybe Neptune in pisces or in the air signs for some, jupiter in 6th house is possible, also pisces mars or neptune-mars aspects. these are all mutable signs actually. This is someone you can learn a lot from, or you will learn valuable lessons from your connection with them.💡 This person is so resistant you guys like they are in this energy of pushing you away?? It feels like they are being way too hard on themselves as well as you.💔 This person is very cautious and intelligent, they may not believe in fairytales or misleading fantasies. Honestly for some in this pile it seems as if they think you are getting your hopes up with them, that could definitely be the case for many of you. They might feel like they are more mature or responsible in some way, they seem to be very strict or judgemental towards you.🤨 I mean, this person is very forceful in their intentions and I think they don't want you to get hurt or have your dreams crushed.💭🚫 There is an absence from this person, they could be distancing themselves from you or there is some lack of engagement physically. I mean this person is very attractive and their chest is very noticeable, some of my pile 2's may be unrealistic about this person.😓 Their energy is currently very tense, they have a lot of discipline I'm hearing. They are forceful and driven. Behind their functional facade they are quite emotionally challenged, but they try to hide their feelings or control them.❤️‍🩹

🌺Are They Attracted To You: Libra, Force, Society, Honey, Frozen, 11th house, Pluto, Moon, Leo, Pisces,📚🧲🎠🧐

Ah so this is interesting pile 2! Force came out twice in this reading and with pluto I think there is a magnetic pull towards you here actually.😳😍 I'm surprised by their initial energy but it seems like they are stuck fighting their emotions, their attraction towards you may go against their own societal expectations or they are worried about their image😱👤✨️ They have a lot of pressure on them, so I think their energy is quite intense towards you. You make them emotional and this confuses them, they feel unable to take any action I'm hearing. It's like this person is frozen with indecision about my pile 2's🧊❄️ They could be weighing their options right now, for some of you this person is also faking their confidence in front of you. They are hiding their feelings, but they feel a a psychic pull towards you pile 2!!💭✨️ They might be searching for information especially online in order to identify these emotions omg.😨 They may have an strange thirst for knowledge about you that they can't explain, they are deeply curious about you without even realizing it. For some this could even mean possible obsession, they can't seem to figure you out so I think that morphs into a type of attraction for them.🧠🖤 This is quite the plot twist. They may not be aware of their interest in you, but there is a strange attachment to you. For some of you they may even be silently learning more about you through social media or any way they can. It is possible this person is definitely not aware of their attraction to you and they may not even feel it at first, but it is subconcious.😳💭 Either they are putting on an act about how they feel or for others in this pile they haven't realized they feel an attraction to you, but this secret is yet to be revealed for them my pile 2's❤️‍🔥

💌Messages from your person: My future is with you, You have so much to say, I have no boundaries with you, You're so delicate, You are, It's all fake, Can I hold you? I'm trying to find myself.🎎🤩🚨🙃 (Okay pile 2 so this person admits to it they have been putting on an act, they have been hiding their true energy towards you relentlessly but they just can't hold back from you. They are lost and trying to figure things out, my pile 2's this person wants to hold you.😫❤️)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🌺💋

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the kiss emoji~💋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🥰

Pile 3🌺

Sign energy: Vision, Star, Try, Control freak, Meaning, Gemini, Virgo, 3rd house, Vertex, Earth,😇🕷🍪🤙

🎀Your person's energy: Exciting! This person feels witty and analytical, they may be a fast thinker or use their head a lot.🧠💭 They can be focused and may be good at communicating, also a very angelic personality🥰✨️ They try to be helpful and have meaningful conversations with others, but they can also be very controlling for some. They are skilled with their hands, and they may be very good at many things including speaking.🗣👑 They could be Earth sign, Gemini, Virgo, or Mercury dominant. 3rd house placements, also virgo in 3rd house for some. This person may talk or think excessively.🤯 For some this person is very social and may have many friends or converse with lots of people often. They do well at may at school or work, they have a professional/well put together vibe about them. They want to be a fast and efficient person.🔨✨️ They are talented and there is a star quality about them in their expertise. May be very thorough and detailed. They could have a good reputation or people see them as bright example.⭐️ They may be a rolemodel of some sort or you look up to them. This person possibly struggles with overthinking or anxiety, they often have their mind on many different things.👀 They are mindful and think things through. Try to appear cool in most conversations😎 Very clever and sweet I'm hearing, they might freak out about some stuff sometimes. Like for some of you this person could be afraid of spiders or like not completing an assignment lol things like that😂

🌺Are They Attracted To You: At last, Responsibility, Ladder, Masculine, Accessory, Aries, 7th house, Sagittarius, South node, Eros,🐓♈️🌫🪂

Okay so there is a lot of passion in this pile, they see you as something hot and untamable! There is heavy aries influence here, some of you may be aries🤭 This person is normally level headed and responsible but you bring out this wild side to them😳🔥 There is a lot of attraction to you my pile 3's, honestly you really turn them on😭 This person may feel tempted by you, or you challenge them in some way. You make them want to act tougher or more dominant with you, you bring out a reckless version of this person, it's like a hidden monster that has been waiting to be unleashed.👿⛓️ Mhm this person is wild about you honestly, their feelings are loud and clear here. They are attracted to your free spirit, they want to take risks with you.🪂🔥🚀 Something about you is foreign to them, almost forbidden. If you're in the room with them, the air feels thicker. They have such a passionate fiery energy towards you, but this attraction is also an interest in a commitment with you. They may desire a long term relationship instead of a fleeting romance. This person feels like you complete them, and they may be very attracted to you as their romantic counterpart take what resonates of course.💍💖 They feel an obligation towards you, like they have to be strong or reliable for you. You excite this person, there is a spark they see in you.🔥😫 They might feel like you are dangerous for them though, and there could be lots of physical tension between you two. They try to keep composed, like they are fighting their demons.🥊 You make them feel empowered and full of passion and drive. They may especially view you as phsyically attractive or their ideal type. I'm hearing you cloud their judgement and you could even make them lose their inhibitions.❤️‍🔥 So much attraction!

💌Messages from your person: I know it's hard, I love the shape of your lips, The pain will go away, You're a genius, Don't just stand there, So what? You're too kind, Of course you won't. 🆚️✍️😡🤐 (Ohh pile 3 this person is hot and bothered, they think you're really sweet and smart and they know you won't just let it go to waste🥰 This is a mix of tension and appreciation from this person, wow I think they want to compete for you🥺)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💋

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Pile 4🌹

Sign energy: Beloved, Model, Leo, Blush, Make out, 12th house, Air, Pluto, 11th house, Mercury,⛓️🥀💆‍♀️⛪️

🎀Your person's energy: So.. some of you wanna make out with this person right now😂 lmao just kidding but yes there is a lot of attraction to this person haha. Some of my pile 4's really love this person, they make your day. They could be a model or they have that kind of allure to them, they just earn effortless attention and obsession lol.💫 You may dream of them, even fantasize of them. You feel spiritually connected to them, and of course it is very apparent in the energy that you are interested in them through tarot/astrology. Some of you met this person online or they don't know your identity, only some. This person could be famous or people's heads just turn to them.👤✨️ Could be actor or creator for some, they are talented in something. Some of you are not with this person right now, there could be phsyical distance and lack of communication for you two.📵 They could be an Air sign, Leo, Pisces, Scorpio, Aquarius, Gemini, Mercury in 12th house, Pluto in Leo or Pluto in 11th house, Mercury in 11th house for some. I'm hearing this person is a religion lol what, they could have a lot of secret admirers like for some in this pile take what resonates lol. They could be religious, also for some they have a following on social media or an influencer.🤳 Hey they are pretty attractive I could see why, this person might make you blush.🤭💗 You may be too shy to talk to them or you just can't for some reason, they are quite captivating and glamorous.💋✨️ May attract lots of jealousy because of their radiant energy and confidence. You admire their unique qualities, they are super special. Their presence is intense and magnetic, maybe even serious for some in this pile. Strange things about them make you giggle and smile, I'm hearing they have a hold on you. You might feel like they're your soulmate, but there is an air of mystery to them. This person is so hot, some of you may fantastize being touched by them and you may not even know them that well, it feels like your heart is captured by them, maybe even a little addicted for some.🫢🩷

🌺Are They Attracted To You: Baby, Wedding, Performance, Spring, Ex lover, Taurus, 2nd house, Vertex, Aries, Leo,🕊❤️‍🔥🔑⛲️

Hm interesting, so this is giving a lot more info actually. Wedding came out my pile 4's😏💕 This person finds you naturally attractive and full of charm!😍💋 They have a playful interest in you, also very passionate and sweet. They think you're pretty, aesthetically pleasing to them in many different senses.✨️ For some in this pile this is an ex that wants you back, like the classic "come back to me baby" stereotype lmao I can hear that for some of you😅💌 they are still burning with passion for you. This could be a flame that just started for others in this pile, your connection with this person is meaningful and possibly a key aspect of your life. That is especially true because this person may want to marry you and that could actually work for them!💍💗 They have a lot of charm and attraction to you, also with the dove emoji they might definitely plan to confess or get the message across to you. They want your attention fast, they might even put on a show for it.😂 They are dramatic about you. Like for some of you this person is trying to be flashy to get your interest, they might be dressing nicer or flirting a lot. You make this person feel very flirty omg, with this mix of energy it feels like sweet talking.🗣🍬🩷 Like they feel so attracted to your warm kindness, they find you to be irresistible. They love your personal feminine qualities you whether it's like making things nicer or shopping, even your voice🥰 Some of you may be born in spring, also there are definitely some Taurus in this pile! This person is attracted to your earthly beauty, even if you don't feel pretty they see you as a goddess.🪞 This energy is very persuasive I think this person is so captivated by your aura and presence.💖 Their attraction to you is a grand, passionate and devoted kind, you are like wood they need to ignite their flames.🔥 They feel like they can trust and rely on you, they're attracted to how stable and beautiful you are pile 4! There is a lot of desire here, they want to be seen by you. Also they want to give you their attention, they're such a charmer😩❤️‍🔥

💌Messages from your person: I need you in this lifetime, Pretend you don't know me, I love the shape of your lips, Why not? Let's break up, They're jealous of me, I believe you, Focus on yourself.🧤🔮🤴🫰 (Wow of course they are quite dramatic lol. They are very attracted to you, this person may be unable to be with you right now. Some of you are dating this person or they want a relationship with you but others are jealous😳 People may want their hands on you/them, or for others it could be timing or situation that is coming between you both. This person believes in you though, I mean they believe in the divine connection you have but they want you to focus on yourself right now. There is so much love for you and they don't want you to get dragged into all the drama, they wanna be with you now but they want you to prioritize your self care and wellbeing most importantly.😩💗)

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larluce · 3 months ago

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First I wanted to say hello and tell you that I love your works. They really have me on the edge of my seat every time I read them.

Second. Can you imagine that Merlin, in some new alternative universe, for some reason, upon arriving in Camelot, arrives with a baby? It's all still a Merthur ending, it should be noted.

Like, we know that Merlin was already a bit of an outcast in the village for the reason that nobody knew who his father was and even more so because strange things were always happening around him.

The situation gets much worse when he finds a crying baby in the middle of a burnt tent near the village.

Will and his mother try to help him for a while, but with the visits of the evildoers to the village becoming more and more frequent, Merlin and the baby have no choice but to go to Camelot.

And so the adventures begin!

Only now Arthur wonders if they can make crowns for babies, because he is willing to marry Merlin and legally adopt the baby as his own.

And Morgana… well, she and Gwen enjoy dressing up the baby in all the clothes from her old dolls. Not to mention that she notices that by taking naps with the baby she no longer has nightmares.

The knights become, in some way or another, glorified nannies. The servants and maids must chase after a baby who never stops causing mischief in the castle.

And Merlin just wants to survive colic season and potty train his baby… and everything would be easier if there weren't a murderer or a resentful wizard trying to kill Arthur every 3 minutes.

First, thank you so much for the compliments! 🥹🤧❤️

About the concept. I love it! I don't think going to Camelot to live would be Merlin or Hunith's first option for a baby that can't control their magic at all. So I firmly believe Hunith would send Merlin with the baby there so Gaius can take them to a druid camp so they could take refuge there.

The problem is, before Gaius can do so, Merlin is made the prince's personal manservant. Merlin can't exactly deny the king and he does need the money to take care of his baby so he decides to stay to Gaius dismay. Gaius and Merlin try to keep the baby hided at first so they take turns taking care of her (in my mind is a her) in Gaius' tower in secret. It works out for some weeks but then the plague (Nimueh's Afanc) happens and Arthur searches Gaius' tower.

Arthur: (enters Merlin's room) Merlin: (running inside) Arthur, wait! Baby: (sitting on the bed, looks up at Arthur and gives a cute giggle) Arthur: (Turns to Merlin slowly) Merlin? Merlin: Yeah? 😅 Arthur: Why is there a baby in your bed? Merlin: (in panic, shouts the first thing that comes to his mind) She is mine! Arthur: ... Arthur: What? 😧 Merlin: (repeats more quietly but more firmly) She is mine. (runs to hold her up and embraces her) She is my daugther. Arthur: (thinking) But... but he is so young. (says) Where's the mother? Merlin: (with pain as he remembers the burnt tent) She passed away. Arthur: (his heart hurting for Merlin) I'm so sorry. But Gods Merlin, why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have given you so many chores if I knew... (thinking) And I almost sacked you. I almost sacked a single father with a baby in arms! (says) And why the hell are you hiding her? Merlin: I... wasn't sure if I could keep her. Arthur: Of course you can keep her! What kind of master do you think I am? Knight x: (from outside) Sire? Arthur: (shouts back) In a minute! (to Merlin) What's her name? Merlin: Brigitta. Arthur: (repeats softly and smiles) Brigitta.

From then on, Arthur doesn't give Merlin as many chores and raises his salary considerably. And then everybody else finds out about Briggitta and go "I've only met Brigitta for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself".

Some events would change, obviously, and some would remain the same but with a new perspective. I don't think Merlin would have time to make Lancelot a fake seal, for example, having to look after Brigitta and all. I can imagine Lancelot becoming Brigitta's first unnofficial babysiter, then Arthur makes it official so poor Lancelot has a salary and a place to stay in Camelot. The Poisoned Chalice episode would remain the same, except Arthur would be more in panic mode and desperate because MERLIN HAS A DAUGHTER! BRIGITTA CAN'T LOSE HER FATHER TOO!

I think it would be The Beginning of the End where Arthur and Morgana find out about Brigitta's magic and Merlin's magic. Not because they discovered her, surprisingly, but Merlin decided to tell them all the truth about her and himself after seeing how they saved Mordred. Also, since Merlin saw Brigitta's possible future in Mordred, he wants to leave Camelot too to keep her safe. Screw all what the dragon told him about destiny, his daugther comes first.

So Merlin and Brigitta are about to leave with Mordred with the druids. They are having a heartfelt goodbye with Arthur, who scorted them there, but then...

Brigitta: (cries very loudly in Merlin's arms and the earth starts shaking a bit) Merlin: I know, I know, baby, but we have to go. Brigitta: (cries more loudly and extends her little arms to Arthur) Arthur: (barely containing his tears) I'll miss you too, Biddy. But this is the best for you- Brigitta: ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (open his eyes wide) What did she just said? Brigitta: (still crying and making grabby hands at him) ATHU, ATHU, ATHU! 😭 Arthur: (tears roll down his eyes) She said my name... Merlin, she said my name! (grinning widely) Let me hold her one more time, please! Merlin: (gives Brigitta to Arthur) Druid leader: (urgently) We need to leave now! Merlin: (looking at Arthur and Brigitta tenderly and smiles) Leave, we'll stay.

I also can imagine Nimueh going after Brigitta's life instead of Hunith, and having to confront not only a very furious Merlin, but a feral protective prince.

That's how far my imagination can go. If you have any ideas of how Merlin and Arthur or other character would act in other episodes now with Brigitta in the equation, share it in the comments or reblogs. I'll be happy to read you 🥰

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wendichester · 2 months ago

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I absolutely love your work! Could I request something where the reader is not the most active person, like... She doesn't like running, she's not fit, she's terrible at fighting. She maybe does research, but that's all. But she's good at picking clothes, she always makes sure Sam and Dean look professional/appropriate to what they'll be doing. And she makes absolutely AMAZING apple pie, and she cooks, and all - just helps "passively", not "actively". So one day she decides that "alright, that's enough, I'm only causing trouble" and leaves - and at first the boys don't care, since she "wasn't too useful" - but after like a week or two they notice that they miss the apple pie, they miss someone who could help them with looking better, especially Sam, who realizes how deep in love with her he is? And maybe she comes back?

I'm sorry if it's too specific, or too much details, or anything😅😅

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ all the little things,

summary. when you start to think just how replaceable you are, sam shows you exactly otherwise

pairing. sam winchester x reader ft. dean winchester

wordcount. 681

notes. honestly, this is just a heartwarming idea! thank you for requesting lovely 🩷

The motel room is quiet when you slip out.

Your bag is packed, everything neat and folded because, well—of course it is. You aren’t a mess. You don’t do things hastily or without thinking. But you’ve thought about this—leaving—long and hard, and the conclusion is always the same.

You aren’t useful.

Sure, you help. You make sure Dean’s FBI suit isn’t wrinkled and that Sam has something other than plaid to wear when interviewing victims. You keep the bunker stocked, and you make damn good apple pie.

But you can’t run. You can’t fight. You can barely hold a gun without it shaking in your hands.

And you’re tired of feeling like dead weight.

So you leave.

No note, no big speech—just a quiet exit in the middle of the night, the way you’re sure they’ll forget you.

Because you? You’re replaceable.

Right?

At first, the boys don’t notice.

They wake up, see that your things are gone, and shrug it off. Maybe you got tired of the life. Maybe you found something better.

They don’t talk about it.

They just move on.

Then things start feeling off.

Not all at once—just little things.

Like how Dean’s shirts are suddenly wrinkled as hell, and his ties are never quite right. Or how Sam keeps losing his laptop charger because you’re not there to remind him to bring it.

And the food? Absolute garbage.

Dean burns everything. Sam tries to cook and nearly poisons them both. They eat diner food three times a day, and after two weeks, Dean stares blankly at the menu and mutters, “God, I miss pie.”

Sam’s fork pauses mid-air.

It’s the first time either of them has said it out loud.

Dean catches himself, scowls, and shoves a bite of pancakes into his mouth. But the damage is done.

They do miss you.

The bunker feels wrong without you.

Your room is empty, hollow in a way Sam can’t stand. He stops by more often than he wants to admit, staring at the bed like it might hold answers, like it might tell him why you left without a word.

At first, he assumed it didn’t matter. But now—now it’s everywhere.

It’s in the little things.

Like how there’s no warm light from the kitchen in the morning, no soft hum of music while you bake. No one teasing Dean about his terrible diet or fixing Sam’s collar before an interview.

No one who makes them feel like they have a home.

It takes Sam longer than he’d like to admit to realize what it means.

He doesn’t just miss you.

He loves you.

And he needs you back.

Finding you takes time.

Sam spends hours searching, fingers flying over the keyboard until—finally—he gets a hit.

Dean doesn’t argue when Sam says, “Let’s go.”

Because he misses you too.

You stare at them when they show up at your new apartment.

“...What are you doing here?”

Sam takes a slow breath. “We need to talk.”

You cross your arms, trying to hold your ground. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Dean scoffs. “Bullshit.”

Sam shoots him a look, then turns back to you, softer. “We didn’t realize how much we needed you,” he admits. “Not just for the small stuff—for everything.”

You blink, and Sam steps closer, voice steady.

“You make us better. You make us feel like we’re more than just hunters. More than just the job.”

You swallow hard. “I—I thought I was just in the way.”

Sam shakes his head. “You were never in the way.”

Dean chimes in. “Look, we’re idiots, okay? We should’ve said something when you left.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But the truth is—we suck without you.”

Your throat tightens.

Then Sam says, quietly—earnestly,

“I love you.”

Your breath catches.

Dean smirks. “Took him long enough to admit it.”

Sam rolls his eyes but doesn’t look away from you. His hand finds yours, warm and solid.

“So,” he says. “Come home?”

You hesitate—only for a second.

Then you nod.

And just like that, everything is right again.

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zivazivc · 2 months ago

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How do you think Les would act toward Floyd older? After the third movie, I mean.

Calmer, and stable Floyd, who I'm guessing actually got some help in the village. Maybe Floyd got help by talking things out there with someone, like therapy-ish. Or, just his brothers helping him through it all, because that's probably what he needed.

Seeing him happier than when he last saw him.

And, his new hair! I mean, him learning of everything that happened.

Would they get together again, or rekindle whatever reasonship (staying just friends?)

Ohh my story has gone through so many changes and updates that I haven't really talked about on here so it's hard to answer this ask straightforwardly now. 😅

I have caved and decided Les and Floyd still end up together so... 🙈

"I thought you were dead..." | "'M sorry."

Here's an updated version of this old post:

The timeline right now is more or less the same with them having a nasty breakup when Floyd is 22. The cause for it is that until that point Floyd only has hypomanic episodes which raise some eyebrows but they aren't that concerning to anyone, not with the kind of lifestyle they are having anyway. But at the time of the breakup he suffers from full-blown mania with psychosis for the first time which hurts both him as well as Les and the other bandmates.

Then there's the 2 year period where they are apart and Floyd falls hard into substance abuse and bad habits. Then Les bumps into him at a party and gets them to talk outside. It's clear to both that they feel incredibly sorry about what happened when they broke up. Floyd quickly after coming down from his mania realized that what he believed was going was all a delusion his brain convinced him of. And Les feels responsible for the addicted and mentally unwell state Floyd has ended up in.

There's still love there but so much hurt and the trust they had is damaged to the point they're unsure if it's fixable. Neither of them knows how to even address what went down in those days leading up to the breakup.

Les decides to help Floyd get back on his feet but he doesn't want him near the band anymore. He's convinced that the band isn't good for him anyway. He finds him a place to stay and a job in a remote town where not much goes on so he has a chance to sober up. The band at this point is still trying to make it work by doing gigs, so Les visits him little by little in between to check on him during this time period.

They go back to being friends gradually and Floyd shows interest in getting back together romantically from early on while Les has trust issues he can't get past. Les is very reserved and non-confrontational when it comes to addressing his hurt so he doesn't bring it up. Floyd is usually the one who would make those conversations happen, but Floyd at this point isn't aware that he has bipolar and doesn't understand what happened (is happening) to him, and he is very uncomfortable addressing it too.

But eventually they can no longer tiptoe around the topic of their breakup. Les wants to know what happened and why Floyd accused him of the things he did - which to Les it felt like Floyd took everything Les had confided in him regarding his childhood abuse and throwing it back in his face. Floyd feels awful because the only explanation he has is that at the time he really thought they were true. He tells him that he knows they aren't true but that something was really really wrong with him. He tries to explain what he was going through the best he can and he also tells him that whenever he tried to address it back then he was accused of constantly getting high on worms behind their backs which is what caused his paranoia to spiral.

The conversation doesn't answer everything but it makes it clear to both that neither of them wanted to hurt the other person, especially not intentionally. Which is what allows them to make the step into getting back together.

But not long after this Floyd suffers another strong manic episode and messes up at his job and books it out of that town. Once Les finds him and sees him in that hyper and erratic state again but now with more understanding, he tries his hardest to bring it down and help, and he finally firmly tells him that he needs to get professional help. Floyd doesn't like the idea of going to therapy so he says he'll go only if Les goes too to work out his own trauma. Around this point it's also when the band officially breaks up (they just couldn't ever recover after losing Floyd and Liv) so Les has no excuses to give why he can't go and he eventually agrees.

Floyd finally gets his bipolar diagnosis (yay!) and gets "meds" for it, and this revelation also helps both of them to really put the breakup incident behind them.

After this point they're more or less together. I say "more or less" because they're not in a conventional relationship and they're not following the classic rules of being a couple. They know each other inside out and are both deeply and unconditionally in love with each other but whatever they have looks more like casual dating that's been going on for more than a decade. Sometimes they live together like an old married couple and sometimes they don't and they keep in touch through letters and scheduled calls in phone booths.

One day during their "apart time" Floyd stops answering those scheduled calls and Les gets worried and sets out to look for him, which turns into a desperate months-long search while tensions in the country are high, non Rock Trolls are getting arrested and disappearing left and right, and the Rock Kingdom is secretly planning their invasion of the other kingdoms.

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mayasaurusss · 2 months ago

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Okay okay listen, Jackie thought for you because my last one was about Lucy!

Maybe Jackie who’s cheating on Jeff with reader?

Because, here’s the thing, sex with Jeff is just not doing it for her. Sure, he’s trying to be sweet and is too eager to be any good but none of that is working for Jackie. She needs someone else.

And that someone happens to be you!! 🫵

Maybe she’s getting ready for date night with Jeff, mentally preparing herself to fake another orgasm, then go home and get the job done herself.

Today is different though because today, while she’s getting dressed and doing her makeup, there’s you. She invited you over after school to have a distraction from what’s yet to come (Or rather what’s not. Surely, it’s not gonna be Jackie.)

Long story short: While Jackie did want you around, she’s fed up with all your rambling and yapping while she’s just trying to get ready in peace. And what better way to shut you up than by stuffing your mouth? At least like this she won’t have to fake it. At least like this Jackie’s stamina will be appreciated, because she could go for hours with you, using your mouth first before watching you ride her OR bending you over her desk to fuck you from behind? Letting all her anger and (sexual) frustration out on you?

It’s way too late for me to think and write properly so I hope you can make some sense out of this.

-🌿

Friday night date

Contents: afab Jackie, gn reader (an instance of afab genitalia, but can be read as both), smut, strap referred as 'cock'.

A/N: Finally done! Sorry for all the delay 🌿anon, but life happened. I had to add a little romance at the end because I'm a sucker for it😅. Enjoy!!

'Another Friday night thrown in the trash'.

That's what Jackie thinks, every time, when the weekend rolls by and she has to busy herself with Jeff's less than fancy lovemaking. She doesn't usually let off the side of herself that resents Jeff's inadequacies too out in the open, but before and after she lets him touch her, she can't help herself.

It's not like she hates Jeff, or even dislikes him as a person, but it just doesn't click with him. He doesn't notice though, too shallow to hear how fakefully exaggerated her moans are, or how wet she is not.

And when she comes back home, she is cranky to say the least. Her fingers don't do the job and leave her unsatisfied, chasing the phantom of an orgasm, only to be left needy and wanting.

Regardless, tonight, she busys herself with you.

You, one of her best friends in the world, sitting next to her while she prepares herself for her date night.

They're going to the movies, or whatever. Jackie can already feel the ghost of Jeff's fingers inside of her, doing the opposite of what pleasure does.

What she expects from you is just mindless chit chatting, gossipping and things like that; you know, what friends usually do. Instead, she finds herself having to delicately apply mascara on her eyelashes while you ramble on and on about your latest interest. "Do you know that some animals-" oh my God. Now, while Jackie did want you around, your incessant rambling is only bothering her, and you're filling her head with it.

The situation is only making her more and more nervous: the date, your yapping and the prospect of another night, wasted on a man that can't even make her cum properly-.

Just as you're about to finish your incredibly detailed report on animals, or some shit, Jackie cannot take it anymore, and settles for walking over your place on her bed and kissing you, smudging her lips on yours, spreading the colours that tinted them just seconds ago around.

You are taken back by this, eyes open wide as Jackie deepens the kiss more and more by the second. Your best friend is on your lap, kissing you. That's a first. Between kisses, you manage to slip away from her grasp, your voice so small that's barely audible.

"Jackie... I-" she takes you back before you can answer, her lips already on you, her heavy sighs falling from her.

"Just shut up" she says, subtly grinding her hips back onto yours. Jackie has never felt so good in her entire life: this is how it's supposed to be. She takes your hand, making it trace her body beneath her clothes, finally settling it just above her crotch.

She's hot, no, she's boiling, you think, her laboured breath ghosting over your lips as she pulls back. "I need it, please. Just for tonight. I really need it".

And you'll give it to her.

Jackie pushes you on the bed, straddling your hips while her lips explore the skin of your neck. This time, she's the one who slips her hand beneath your clothes, but unlike Jeff, she takes her time in feeling you underneath the fabric of your panties.

And when you quiver under her, your voice breaking just as you speak her name, something in her snaps, burning her skin. She's so wet it's embarassing.

But she can let herself feel a little, right? She can be herself with you, right? So Jackie straddles your chest, the weight of her short lived as she settles to rest next to your face. She pleads "I need it" and looks at you with such adoration; how can you think of denying her another second? Your fingers ghost on the naked skin of her thigh, goosebumps following your touch, exposing her to you, finally.

Oh. She's being just like Jeff. She's so so eager: she wants to savor you, for you to taste her, to do what she pleases and to make you feel good. And it's too much.

She lowers herself onto you, finally, weak as you adjust her position and reach for her, burying yourself where she most needs you. Jackie is helpless, her fingers barely able to hold onto your locks as she rocks herself on your tongue.

You are so, so good to her, she repeats in a mantra, sweat rolling down her skin with each movement of her hips, an electric feeling spreading through her body.

Wow, this feels so good. Is this how sex is supposed to feel like? It didn't feel like this when she touched herself, and it certainly didn't feel like this with Jeff.

If that's true, she's glad her very first, true time, is with you.

Jackie doesn't last long at all, heat rising from the depths of her stomach, reaching that peak, and then cumming, staining her sheet and your lips. You feel Jackie's weight all over you, her body half sprawled on the bed with her pussy still pressed on your face.

With her body as soft as warm butter, Jackie lifts herself up from you and you watch in awe as her once perfectly combed blonde hair now falls on either side of her head, like curtains of golden silk.

Her brain is a blank space, where only her pleasure exists. Oh, this feels so good. Why has she never allowed herself to feel like this? Why hadn't she done this earlier?

Jackie is tired, incredibly so, but there's an itch she needs to scratch. Maybe she'd like to try something else tonight.

She deserves it, after all. Her legs are wobbly as she lifts herself from your face and walks to her closet, finding the strap on she uses to bring herself to orgasm when her fingers aren't enough. She wants to see you ride her, she wants to kiss you everywhere, push her hips into yours as Jeff never did with her, wants to see your face as you cum.

You're surprised when you see her adjusting a harness to her hips, instead of yours.

You always took Jackie as somebody who likes to be taken care of, despite her mean girl persona, not the other way around. She's changed now, her eyes practically devouring you as she walks towards the bed.

"You think you can get this ready for me?" she asks you, her lips tightening with that smug smirk she's so known for, and it makes your heart beat faster than ever.

Could you have ever known that Jackie Taylor, the captain of the Yellowjackets, the most popular girl at school, your best friend, could have ever had this version of her beneath the surface?

Allured by her siren voice, you inch towards the tip of the dildo, getting it ready for you. Once it's wet enough, Jackie settles on the bed, behind you, spreading her legs while her eyes bore holes in your skin.

"Come on, I won't bite" oh you wish she did. You straddle her hips, just where you need her the most, your wetness rolling down the silicone dick.

Her fingers come down to touch you, finally making you ready for her. The intrusion is hard to bear, alien, but you sink down until you're meeting Jackie's hips. You expect Jackie to be sweet to you, to kiss you and guide you through it; instead, while you rest and try to fit her better inside you, she scoffs, looking at where you two are connected and gives a small trust upwards, making you whine loudly: "So? Will you hurry up?" she asks you with an almost mean sneer on her face.

She's impatient. She just wants to see you fuck yourself on her cock. Can you do that already, or will you just stay impaled there until tomorrow comes? You seem to be too dumb to understand her, and Jackie can already feel her patience wavering. So, she takes your backside in her hands, lifts you just up enough to give her space to fuck you.

You try to follow her movements, gaining enough energy to finally ride her. Shit, how can it feel so good?

The sounds you make are embarrassing, but so so sweet to Jackie. This is what she has dreamt of this whole time: to have you in her arms, not to be held by his, to feel your weight pressing down on her, to finally take you properly, to have the real experience.

But in her mind, she comes back to Jeff, and to the terrible night she has ahead. She wishes she didn't have to go, to have you all night long, with you in her arms, bouncing on her cock while moaning her name over and over again.

A building sense of anger fuels her, his face flashing on yours in her mind.

Why are you going so fucking slow?

"Come on, can't you go faster?" you can feel Jackie's anger dripping from every word, behind her movements and in the bruising touch of her fingers. You'd love to please her, but your legs can only help you so far.

"No..." she shoves you down the bed before you can even realize that, now straddling you from behind.

"I'll just- I'll just do it myself" she spews, but the stutter in her voice tells you that she too is near her end. With her hand, she pushes your upper body down by the nape of your neck, pushing your ass more towards her.

Her voice is raspy and breathy, while yours is barely able to escape your throath; only a whine does, which promptly earns you an annoyed "Oh, don't be such a baby. Just take it" by your friend, who is currently focused on piercing through you with her cock.

All that you can think of is to cum, to have Jackie's hands on your throat as you scream for her to move faster. That last image in particular makes a spark of fire lit up in your guts.

You take her hands from their position on the bed and place them on your neck, looking at her pleadingly as you sigh a "Please...", possession filling every inch of Jackie's veins. She chokes you, putting her anger and her neediness behind her touch; she's not all that strong, but it certainly does the job.

You feel so fucking full, so hot and so loved, spark of white blooming beneath your eyelids right before you come, making a mess of the sheet below you. Jackie doesn't slow down, fucking you through your orgasm, up until the point where all that comes from you are troathy whines and hitched gasps.

Just a little bit later, she follows you, the view of you, so perfect, too much for her.

The room is silent except for your heavy breaths, muffled on the bed. The realization of what she has done is heavy on Jackie's shoulders: great, she fucked her best friend the night of her date. That's great. Amazing, even. But no matter how guilty she feels, there's freedom in what she has done tonight: she might not even care if Jeff finds out. Tonight, she has proven to herself that she can feel good too. And that hurtful beating of her heart? Well, that's just a happy accident. Maybe she discovered more than her pleasure tonight: how good it felt to have you under her, whining and moaning her name. It felt right.

"Shouldn't you go and meet your date?" she can hear your bothered, barely veiled sadness, and all she wants to do is to remain here with you until morning comes. She steals a glance to the sky outside her window, listens for any rumbling of a car engine. It's early. She nuzzles her nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in the smell of your skin, "He can wait a while".

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