#pet outfit with belt and hat

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mistah grinch!!!!! in his santa suit!

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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4.1k

summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, no defined reader age or physical appearance besides outfits, alcohol use, joel getting slapped, tommy is a little shit, first date anxiety, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, girl on top, couch sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, deep throating, more men whimpering and begging 2k23. let me know if any warnings are missing!

author’s note: look, i know i’m in the middle of my spooky specials but i saw two very specific tik toks that left me with the need to write this 😵‍💫 also this post layout is inspired by @bits-and-babs, whose works and aesthetic are chef’s kiss.

“Why did you pick this place?” Joel grumbles, hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. People keep jostling him as they squeeze past, forcing him to keep his elbow tight to his side to avoid having his beer be collateral damage.

“You’ll see,” Tommy says with a cryptic wink. Joel rolls his eyes.

Tommy has dragged him out to a saloon style bar, complete with swinging wooden doors and longhorn skulls decorating the walls. Everything is shiny dark wood and western motif, down to the saddle style barstools. Most of the patrons have leaned into the theme, too — tassels, leather, cowboys hats, and ostentatious belt buckles.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice calls out over the speakers. “The show is about to begin!”

“Show?” Joel asks dubiously. Tommy only grins at him, dragging him by the arm towards the back of the bar.

He weaves through the crowd until they’re only behind a few rows of people that have gathered around a mechanical bull riding ring, of all things. The floor of the ring is inflatable and in the middle sits the brown bull figure. Joel catches his first glimpse of you, a gorgeous woman in denim cut offs standing beside the bull. Your black leather halter top plunges low to expose your cleavage and stops short of the waist of your shorts, a tantalizing strip of your stomach on display. The black leather of the top matches your black leather boots and the cuffs snapped around your wrists.

“One of Salty Saloon’s very own has stepped up to take the bull by the horns tonight!”

You lift a hand to wave, bright smile on your face as you take in the crowd. Your eyes land on Joel and for a brief moment he swears he stops breathing. He can’t hear anything the emcee is saying, all the noise around him just a dull buzz as he watches you swing yourself up onto the back of the bull.

“Alright, alright, alright! Our rider’s goal is to stay on for one minute using only one hand! If she falls before the buzzer, y’all get nothin’. But if she makes it, shots are half off for the rest of the night!”

A cacophony of cheers erupts around Joel and you straighten your spine, holding your hand out with a thumbs up. The music starts, some pop song he’s heard on the radio in the morning when he’s taking Sarah to school, and the mechanical bull turns in a slow circle. You have one hand twisted in a leather strap, the other raised above your head as the bull bucks and swings, your hips moving smoothly with the machine.

“Goddamn,” someone says from behind Joel. “I ain’t ever wanted to be a bull so bad in my life.”

Me, too, he thinks.

Your thighs press tight against the sides of the bull as it swings around, turning you to face the section of crowd Joel stands in. You release the hand grip, both hands in the air now as you rely solely on your legs and core to keep you up on the machine. When the machine turns again, you manage to lift your body and swing your legs around to reverse your position, now seated facing the back of the bull.

“Alright, ten more seconds!” The emcee calls out. The crowd starts to cheer your name and Joel can’t help but join in, eyes glued to you as you continue to swing and sway like all the movements are nothing but second nature to you.

“Three! Two! One!”

A cowbell goes off, signaling the end of your ride. The bull slows to a stop and you sit there for a moment to catch your breath, waving at the crowd. The bar owner, Johnny, comes out onto the crash pad with a huge grin on his face.

“Great job up there, kid. Now go sell some half priced shots,” he says with a good natured pat on your shoulder.

You return to the bar, where the other two bartenders scheduled tonight field the after-show rush, lining up shot glasses and filling them in quick succession with the requested liquor. When you get behind the bar, a familiar head of curly hair catches your eye.

“Tommy!” You call, excited to see one of you favorite regulars. He shouts your name as you stop in front of him.

“This is my brother, Joel!” He says, slapping the back of the man beside him. You’d seen him in the crowd, a handsome guy with broad shoulders stretching a dark blue t-shirt, warm tan skin, and messy curls that speak to the family resemblance between him and Tommy. You reach a hand across the bar, Joel’s calloused fingers dragging against your palm as you greet the man.

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel. Can I get y’all anything?” You ask. Tommy grins.

“Let me get this man a slap shot!” He yells.

You glance at Joel. “That okay with you?” You ask.

His eyes are comically wide as he nods. You step back to ring the bell behind the bar, your fellow bartenders whooping and cheering, a chant of “SLAP SHOT! SLAP SHOT!” echoing around you.

Haley sets a glass of water on the bar for you and you grab a pint glass, filling it with ice and two ounces of Jim Beam and amaretto. You smack the steel shaker on top, grabbing both glasses and shaking them vigorously over your shoulder.

You strain the contents of the shaker into a shot glass, amber liquid flowing to the brim. When you’ve got everything ready, you leave the back of the bar and squeeze your way through the crowd until you’re in front of the two brothers and can hoist yourself up onto the bar.

“Alright, Joel, are you ready?” You shout. He looks a little confused, brows pinched tight over kind brown eyes, but he nods anyway, holding his hand out for the shot glass. Tommy watches with a shit eating grin. “Three! Two! One!”

Joel takes the shot and you follow it with a glass of water to his face and a slap across his jaw in quick succession. Tommy is howling with laughter and Joel’s face is one of pure shock, red blooming across the skin of his cheek. He turns to his brother.

“Tommy, what the fuck!” Joel shouts. His hand wraps into the neck of Tommy’s shirt. “You little fuckin’ shit!”

You have the sinking realization that Joel wasn’t prepared for what a slap shot entails. You had just assumed this was something Tommy had told him about, having been to the bar so much the last few months.

Joel looks mad as hell, his shoulders tense and you worry he may actually throw a punch at Tommy. You hop from the bar and get between the two men, pressing a hand to their chests and pushing them apart.

"You, come with me," you say, pointing to Joel. "And you," -- you jab a finger into Tommy's chest -- "are on my shit list."

You take Joel by the hand and guide him to the back office, shutting the door and muffling the noises of the bar beyond it. His face is still dripping wet and the water dripping from his chin has gathered into a sizeable spot on the collar of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry," you start, rifling through the storage cabinet for a bar towel. You hold it out to him, avoiding his gaze. "Tommy comes here so much that I just thought he'd told you about what a slap shot was. I should have told you, oh my god."

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't mad at you," Joel says, running the towel over his damp face. "Tommy, though. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' ass later."

"Still," you mumble, twisting your hands together nervously. "I'm sorry. Is your cheek okay?"

He rubs the towel over his head to dry his hair a bit, the action leaving him adorable mussed, curly strands sticking up in every direction. You're staring at him, maybe a little too much, but who can blame you? The man is hot.

"Yeah, trust me. I've had worse," Joel replies with a laugh.

"You get slapped by women often?" You tease.

"The number of times ain't just one."

"Oh, a bad boy. Mama warned me about guys like you."

He laughs again, long and low, running a hand through his hair. "Well, thank you for the towel."

"Right. And your next drink is on me. As an apology," you tell him.

"I'd rather get your number," he says. "You know, as an apology."

You raise your eyebrows at him before turning to the manager's desk, grabbing a marker and tugging the cap off with your teeth. You slide a hand down his arm, lifting his forearm up so that you can write down your number across the smooth, tan skin.

"I'm off next weekend," you comment when you've recapped the marker.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joel replies with a grin.

Joel's nervous as he waits outside of your apartment building in his truck, fingers tapping a nameless tune against the steering wheel. It's Saturday night and he's here to pick you up for dinner at a restaurant in downtown Austin, one that required he dig out the old black button down he keeps shoved in the back of his closet for parent-teacher conferences and funerals.

The front door to your building opens and you emerge, dressed in a pretty red wrap dress and black heels. Joel gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to open the door for you and he's surprised when you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," you say in greeting, climbing into the truck and settling into the passenger seat, your purse on your lap. Joel can't help the dopey grin that's surely stretched across his face.

“Hey, yourself. You look nice,” he replies. He shuts the door and jogs around the the driver’s side.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tell him as he starts the truck up. He can feel his cheeks get warm and he hopes that you can’t see him the proof of his nerves in the dark cab.

At the restaurant, the host leads you both to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, pristine white tablecloth topped with a small vase of flowers and a flickering votive candle. A waiter in a white button down comes by to take your drink orders before disappearing the the kitchen, leaving the two of you regarding each other in silence.

“Look, I gotta be honest about somethin’,” Joel says, leg bouncing beneath the table. “I’ve got a kid. Sarah, she’s thirteen. Light of my life, you know?” He takes a deep breath before finishing with, “And I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since she’s been born, so this is just…a little new to me.”

“You have a kid?” You ask. For a moment Joel worries that he may have ended this before it could even get a chance to begin, but then your face lights up with a sweet smile and you ask, “Will you tell me about her?”

Joel does. In between ordering and eating your delicious meals, you and Joel discuss anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah and his contracting work, while you tell him about your full time job as a pharmacy technician, the gig at the bar a part time thing on some weekends. He nearly makes you snort your water out of your nose with a story about rescuing Tommy from the bathroom of the girl he’d been seeing when her long distance boyfriend, who Tommy didn’t know existed, showed up at her apartment.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim breathlessly. “And he just jumped out of the bathroom window?”

“To be fair, she had a first floor unit,” Joel confirms. “His royal pain in the ass still made me take him to urgent care because he thought he broke his ankle.”

“You’re a good brother,” you say with a smile. Joel feels the warmth of it in his veins.

After dinner, the ride back to your place is quiet, the comfortable silence filled with the low music from the radio. In a moment of bravery, Joel reaches over and lays a hand on your low thigh, just above your knee as he drives. He refuses to look over at you, but from the corner of his eye he sees you look down at his hand before looking back out the window.

He counts that as a win.

He pulls up the curb outside your apartment and kills the engine. You speak before he has a chance to agonize over what to say.

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask.

He feels relief and anxiety in one fell swoop. He agonizes internally over whether to kiss you goodnight as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, the buzzing in his brain momentarily silenced while he watches your hips sway as you climb the steps.

You stop on the second floor, guiding him down a long hallway to a door marked with a black metal number three. You turn to face him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“This is me,” you murmur. Joel swallows nervously.

“Right. I, uh…I had a really great time tonight,” he says.

“Would you…want to come inside?”

Joel’s brain short circuits. “Would I—? Yeah.”

You turn to unlock the door, pushing into your apartment and Joel follows you inside. The apartment is dark but you quickly turn on the lights as you move further inside, illuminating an open living room with a dining nook. There’s a door off to the right that he assumes is your bedroom and an open kitchen to the left. It’s small, but it’s cozy, bursting with colors and fabrics and mismatched furniture.

“Well, this is home,” you say with a shrug. You set your purse down on the small circular dining table. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve got beer, some liquor on the bar cart over there if you want to have a look.”

“Beer is fine,” Joel says, taking a seat on the comfy looking couch. You return with a bottle of beer, passing it to him before settling in beside him, kicking off your heels and drawing your legs up beneath you.

He takes a sip, fortifying his nerves. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a long time since he’s been on a date, but even sex has been a distant thought for the last year or so. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

“So,” you start, your elbow pressed into the back couch cushion while you lean your face into the palm of your hand. “You wanna know what I think?”

“‘Bout what?” Joel asks.

“You.”

“You got a report card ready for me already?”

“I think” — you take the beer bottle from his hand, setting it on the coffee table — “you’ve spent a long time being a caretaker. Right? You’ve got Tommy, who was already a handful. Your daughter, who’s obviously priority number one. You’ve got a business to worry about, workers to care for.” You shuffle closer on your knees, swinging a leg over his and settling yourself onto his lap. “This okay?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he replies, probably a bit too enthusiastically. His fingers curl into the couch cushions and he wants to reach up to wrap his hands around your waist but he’s not sure if he should.

You play with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think about having someone take care of you for a change?”

Joel’s stomach flips, cock jumping in interest as the blood in his brain rushes south and leaves him only capable of responding with a mumbled, “Oh?”

“I just think you deserve someone treating you real nice,” you say with a shrug. Deft fingers work at undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when I was so mean when we met, slapping you across the face like I did.”

“Told you not to worry ‘bout that,” he replies, head dropping against the back cushions. “S’not like I didn’t like it.”

“You like to be roughed up a little, Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe.”

Your grin is wicked as you drag your nails down the now exposed skin of his chest. He hisses at the sting of it.

“Interesting,” you murmur. You lean close, chest pressed against his, hands coming up to frame his face. Your nails scratch through his beard now and he groans his appreciation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. “Please?”

You respond by pressing your lips to his, chaste as first. Your mouths move together slowly, feeling each other out. It’s you that takes it deeper, tracing your tongue over his bottom lip and dipping it inside to tangle with his. He wraps his arms around your low back, holding you tightly in his lap as he consumes you, drunk on the feeling of your breath in his lungs.

You drags yours lips away from his with a slick sound, trailing them along his jaw and towards his ear. You nip at his earlobe, teeth gentle and breath hot before whispering, “Can I suck your cock, Joel?”

A whimper claws it’s way up Joel’s throat as he nods, already unable to form words. He’s no stranger to turning into a puddle for a pretty woman but he’s certain this must be a new record.

You slip from his lap and kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart so that you can settle in between them. Your hands reach for his belt, tugging on the buckle and pulling it loose so that you can pop the button of his jeans and tug the zipper down, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room.

Your fingers curl into the waist of his jeans and Joel lifts his hips a bit to aid you in tugging them halfway down his thighs. His cock tents his boxers in an obscene way, a wet spot already staining the fabric. You run your palms up his thighs before bracketing his member between your hands, lightly running your thumbs up his length.

“Christ,” Joel says, teeth digging into his lip.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh huh.”

You smile beatifically before leaning forward, warm breath on his covered cock as you press gentle kisses through the fabric. Joel’s hips twitch and he lets out a deep groan.

You tug the elastic of his boxers over his length, tucking it beneath his balls. He’s practically vibrating with need but you continue to take your sweet time, pressing more kisses along his shaft, tracing the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein.

“You have a pretty cock, Joel,” you say, wrapping your hand around the base of him to hold him steady. It’s a struggle to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your tongue lapping at the bead of precum gathered on his flushed tip, or the way your own eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of appreciation.

You wrap your lips around his cock, taking him inch by agonizing inch into your warm mouth and Joel feels any semblance of sanity disappear from his lust clouded brain. Your eyes stay fixed on him as take him in as far as you can, throat fluttering around the sensitive head when you swallow before pulling up, twirling your tongue around the tip, and plunging back down.

“Christ,” Joel groans, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You look so goddamn good like that.”

You lift off his cock and take it in your hand, moving it across your lips as you ask, “Like what?”

“Chokin’ on my cock, sweetheart,” he growls.

“That was nothing.”

Joel’s about to ask what you mean when you lower your mouth over his length once more. He can feel you flatten your tongue, your throat and jaw relaxing enough to take him to the very base, your nose tickling the wiry curls on his pelvis. He moans as you swallow around him, breathing through your nose and holding yourself there for a moment before coming up with a gasp, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and spit making your chin shiny in the low light.

“So…I could keep doing this,” you tell him, “or…”

“Or?” He asks.

“Or…you could let me make us both feel good.”

You stand up, your hands untying the knot that holds your dress together so you can push it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You push your panties down your legs and unhook your bra, leaving you gloriously naked in front him, every inch of you like a piece of art meant to be admired. Joel’s hands, greedy and unfulfilled up until now, reach up to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy hot and wet against his cock. He lets his hands wander over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the way your ass fits in his palms and the way you hiss when his thumb caresses a tight nipple.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moans, his lips against your rapid pulse, teeth ghosting the thin skin of your neck. “Need you so bad, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies to hold his throbbing cock steady, notching it at your soaked entrance and beginning a slow slide down.

Joel is panting against your sweat slick chest, mumbling desperate words into your skin as you take him inside of you as slowly as you can, thighs burning with the effort. When you’ve finally seated yourself on his lap, his head drops back to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut tightly and fingers nearly bruising on your thighs.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.”

Where he’s desperate for you to stay still, you’re already desperate to move. His cock is perfect, thick and long with a slight upward curve, pressing up against your g-spot with stunning accuracy. You’re certain this won’t last long for either of you.

You rock slowly, forward and back, little movements of your hips. Joel lifts his head, looking down at where your bodies are connected with dark eyes. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug that has him hissing your name.

You start to move more quickly, rolling your body in smooth waves over his. He’s panting as he looks up at you, sweat gathering at his temple, and his hands grip your ass and follow your movement reverently.

“So fuckin’ good,” he moans, “you’re gonna make me come, baby, goddamn.”

You speed up, bouncing on his lap now. Your couch creaks the slightest bit, protesting your movements, but you don’t care — all you care about is the man beneath you and the desperate little noises spilling from his lips as you make good on your promise to take care of him.

“Touch me,” you command. “I’m so close, Joel, please.”

He’s a good listener, your Joel, his thumb immediately finding your clit and circling it with messy movements that drive you wild, that tension in your muscles coiling tighter. Joel’s hips flex into yours with each drop down his length, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spill from both of you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. He wraps his arms around you, really thrusting into you now as your own movements falter and you collapse forward, head buried against his neck as you come, trembling with the strength of it.

It’s not long after that he goes still, cock pulsing inside of you as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. You stay slumped against each other, catching your breaths and waiting for your racing hearts to come back down to earth.

“That was…,” Joel says with a breathless laugh that shakes his chest. His fingers play up and down your back, soothing and gentle. “Goddamn, that was amazin’.”

“Yeah?” You ask, lifting your head. You smooth his messy hair back from his forehead. “You weren’t so bad either.”

He nips at your neck in retaliation, making you laugh and squirm away from him.

“Do you have to get going?” You ask.

“No,” he replies. “Tommy’s watchin’ Sarah for me tonight. He owes me one. Besides, I’m ain’t done with you yet.”

“No?”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

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band-aids & boots

dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

A/N: hi. first time posting something i’ve written!! woah! i hope someone gets to read it. i can’t stop consuming dbf!joel content so heres my way of coping!! a one shot!!(?)! also i apologize in advance for the layout & any editing mistakes. please have grace for me <3

Summary: Halloweekend. Your dads street hosting its annual block party & everyones dressed up for the costume contest!

Rating: 18+ MDNI !!!!

Word count: 11.8k oops

Tags: dbf!joel, protective!joel, joel dressed as a cowboy, duh, aka just a hat and his regular get up. smut, porn with little plot, pining, age gap (reader ~25 Joel is late 40s early 50s), fem!reader, p in v, fingering (f receiving), established secret relationship, use of pet names, dirty talk, dom!joel, sub!reader, spit kink, he slaps her (she loves it)

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The street was alive, smoke rising from the grills planted in almost everyone’s driveway, music spilling out of cracked windows and booming from speakers across the way. Kids darting by in costumes and neighbors laughing too loud over cheap beer and folding tables. You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath through your nose. The smell wafting from outside was comforting. The annual Halloween block party.

You smoothed your palms over your torso, ridding of any wrinkles in your costume. You tilted your head while you watched yourself in the full length mirror.

Your body clad in a white dress, the buttons in the front coming to rest just between your breasts. The red, lacy bra top exposed. Your eyes fell down your legs, covered in thin, white stocking material until your mid thigh. Your hands fumbled with the skirt of your dress, reaching up to grab the strap of the white garter belt you had beneath the costume, clipping it to keep your thigh highs in place. You repeated this on the other thigh.

Hair tied into a low, messy ponytail, pulling strands out to frame your face. Small, white costume hat with a fat red cross in the middle sat off center the top of your head. Your eyelids are packed with a pale blue shadow, lined with black and finished with thick mascara. Red lips, and rosy cheeks to match.

Damn.

You thought. You’re pretty fucking close to the real thing. Just missing one thing. You pulled a skin tight blue latex glove over your one hand, letting it snap against your skin.

You smiled contently at yourself, wiggling your toes against the floor in excitement. This wasn’t for you. None of this was for you actually, despite how fucking good it felt to have this on. It was for Joel. It’s been two agonizing weeks since you’ve last seen him.

It’s always- “Sorry, baby. Your dad’s keepin’ me late at work tonight. No slippin’ away.” and not- “F’course I’ll come over and do away with the nagging between your thighs. Right away, baby.”

You could roll your eyes right now just at the thought. But this. This is good enough revenge for now, you figured. ‘Nurse from the Blink-182 Album’ You know. Enema of the State. Joel doesn’t give a shit about Blink-182. But he will give a huge fuck about you in this outfit. Your stomach turns at the thought.

You peer over to the red heels lying outside your closet door and you think about it long and hard. But theres absolutely no fucking way you’re trudging through gravel drive ways in them. You bend down, hooking your fingers into your old pair of white converse.

These’ll do.

You slip them on and turn to the steps, bouncing down them.

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Joel sucked on the toothpick between his lips, bringing a hand up to tilt the cowboy hat upon his head, bringing it forward slightly. He sighed, leaning against the wall of your front porch. Tommy and your father opposite him, backs to the street. Your father lazily flips burgers around on the grill.

He was trying to act normal- laugh when he should, nod when Tommy or your father told him a story- but it was damn impossible with you prancing around the front yard like that.

Tight, short nurse’s dress. Red lipstick he was dying to smear. Skin tight stockings clinging to your thighs and- fuck. The garter belt clip that keeps them there.

You were laughing, handing out beers to some of the neighbors who sat in lawn chairs. The hair framing your face blowing softly in the cool wind. Joel tightened his jaw, hard enough that he snapped the toothpick between his molars. He spat it to the side with a grunt, beer warming in his tight grip.

Your dad, dressed in a pirate costume- hat, eyepatch, and all- was eating it up. “That’s my girl!” He shouted, holding his beer up, tilted towards you as he laughed. “Ain’t she somethin’? I barely gotta host ‘round here now that she's home.” He raised his eyebrows, bringing his beer to his lips for a long sip.

Joel forced a grin through a strained jaw . “Yeah.” he muttered under his breath, “She���s somethin’ alright.”

Tommy gently jabbed his elbow into his older brothers. “Man, you look like you’re in pain or somethin’. Y’alright?” Tommy turned his head towards Joel.

Joel mirrored him, giving him a once over before chuckling and shaking his head. “M’fine. Can’t take you serious with-“ Joel gestured his beer towards his kid brother. “All’at.”

Tommy furrowed his thick brows, lips falling to fein offense. “You barely got a damn costume on. You ain’t winning shit, Joel. I came to win, mother fucker.” He spoke coolly, taking a step back to let your dad and Joel get a good look at his costume.

Tommy had a pair of khakis on, dark green long sleeved shirt, and a black rubber apron tied over his torso, his face splattered with blood and some more dripping down the apron. Laminated I.D badge slung around his neck: ‘Dexter Morgan.’ Fake knife hanging from his belt.

“I ain’t peg you for a Dexter fan, Tommy.” Your dad quipped while shaking his head at the two brothers.

“Eddie, y’look like you’re fresh off’tha damn Black Pearl.” Joel chuckled, Tommy dropping his smug look to laugh alongside him.

“Ain’t no damn.. Jack Sparrow.” Your dad laughed, taking some burgers off of the grill, placing them on a platter. “Just any fuckin’ pirate. The two a’yous piss me off.” He joked, sucking his teeth.

“Baby! C’mere!” Your dad called, your head snapped at his shout.

You came quickly, bounding over to the three men.

“You lot doin’ alright?” You beamed, eyes lingering on Joel for just a moment longer.

He looked fucking good. When didn’t he, though. His blue jeans snug around his thighs, fell neatly around his booted feet. It looks like he polished them recently. His dark navy flannel, nothing new, you’ve seen it on him thousands of times but it always looks just as good. Buttoned almost to the top, two spaces left undone, few dark, wiry hairs peeking over the snug, white beater he had on underneath. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arm visible as his hand gripping a beer bottle tighter and tighter. You swallowed thickly as your eyes moved slowly to meet his eyes. You’d probably be drooling if it weren’t for your dad and Tommy standing between you and Joel. The air felt thicker than usual. His eyes were dark and stoic, burning into your body. His dark hair was peppered with grey at his hairline, curling at his ears and the nape of his neck more than the rest. And fuck- that damn cowboy hat.

“We’re doin’ just fine, baby.” Your dad nodded, then gestured towards the plate of burgers he had just pulled off the grill, a sorry smile on his face.

“Would y’mind runnin’ these around and offerin’ them up?” He asked, a sing-song tone in his voice, trying to persuade you.

You laughed softly and shook your head. “I gotcha. Wouldn’t want hostin’ to interrupt your boy time.” You poked at him before grabbing the tray.

You gestured the tray towards your dad, then Tommy, letting them take what they’d like.

“Want some?” You questioned Joel, looking up to him through your thick lashes.

His lips turned, almost grimaced at the way his stomach twisted. “Not hungry f’that right now.” He muttered emotionless.

Your face flooded with heat, you’d be surprised if it couldn’t be felt 10 feet away. You’d nod your head and turn quickly before you jumped his bones. You could feel his eyes bore into the back of your head, following you as you’d walk down the porch steps and back to the yard, smiling and offering up the food on the platter.

Tommy took a bite of his burger, settling next to his brother. Your dad stood and started cleaning the grill. Tommy mentioned something about the Rangers, but didn’t get an answer from Joel. He whipped his head over, narrowing his eyes to follow Joel's eye-line once he realized Joel was too preoccupied to pay the slightest attention.

Tommy hummed in amusement when he saw you, holding your tray, bent at the waist and chatting with a neighbor sitting in a lawn chair.

“You’re starin’ awful hard at Eddie’s girl.” Tommy said low, nudging Joel with his elbow. “You got a thing for nurses now, old man?” Tommys got a sick grin on his face despite chewing on his last bite on the burger.

Joel gave him a sharp look. “Drop it, Tommy.” He spat.

Tommy held his hands up in defeat, chuckling lowly. “Alright, alright.”

“Need a beer.” Joel said, jaw tight.

“You offering?” Eddie quipped.

“Nope.” Joel popped the ‘p’ while pushing himself off the wall, heading through the front door of the house.

——

The noise of the block party muffled as you walked through the back door, the tray now empty as you had made your rounds. You stopped in there to wash up quickly and grab more beers. You were halfway into the fridge when a rough hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, yanking you around.

Joel.

He was towering over you, his hat shadowing his dark eyes, the muscle in his jaw ticking. Up close he smelled like beer, smoke, and the lingering warmth of October air. It was dizzying.

“You tryin’a kill me, baby?” he muttered, a deep rumble, only for you to hear.

“What? M’just celebrating.” You fiend innocence as Joel backed you up against the counter top, the cold granite pressing into the middle of your back. His body is just inches from yours.

His eyes lowered to your lips, then to trace the obscene outline of your costume. The curve of your thighs, the way your chest nearly spilled out of the tight, low neckline.

“You’ve got no idea what you’re doin’ t’me, sweetheart..” He breathed out, pushing his hips forward, into yours.

He leaned down, breath hot against your ear. “No fuckin’ clue.”

You did have a clue. You felt it as clear as day pressing into your lower stomach as he kept you pinned at the counter, his fingers flexing against your wrist while his other hand brushed over your side. Your lips parted, a soft sigh falling against his collar when his hand gripped your side, pulling you against him.

“Maybe I do.” You teased, whispering soft against his skin, lips pursed just under his ear, pressing a kiss there.

A low groan rumbled in the back of Joel's throat, hand that was wrapped around your wrist leaving to cup your jaw, his broad palm splayed across the front of your neck. His thumb and middle finger pressing gently into your jaw bone, his index finger tapping the apple of your cheek once. His grip wasn’t harsh but it was strong, your face squished slightly. You’d blink quickly while looking up to him through your heavy lids, your stomach twisting and turning with heat.

“You keep pushin’,” He growled through a tight jaw. “N’ I’m not waitin’ ‘til later to put you in your place.”

You swallowed thickly, he could feel your throat flex under his warm palm.

“You understand me, pretty girl?” He leaned back a bit to get a better view of you, his hand giving your jaw a squeeze, his other hand slipping from your side to your lower back, pulling your hips flush against his.

Your eyes hooded, he barely touched you and you already look so fucked. You couldn’t help but crumble at his touch, he’s too calculated. He knows when to push, when to pull. Where to touch, where to grip, then to soothe it after. It makes your head spin.

On cue, his thumb shifted, rubbing small circles into your back where he guesses the corner of the counter was just jabbing you.

You squirmed beneath his gaze, it only brought a sly smirk to the corners of his full lips. You’d nod the best you can against his hand. He sucked his teeth sharply.

“Words, baby.” He raised his eyebrows waiting for your response, his tongue darting to wet his lips quickly.

The sight made you squeeze your thighs together, searching for any sort of friction to relieve the growing pit in your stomach. Just that short lived glimpse of his tongue was enough to fill your mind with gut churning flashbacks of his head between your thighs, his salt and pepper curls tickling your skin while that tongue lapped at you endlessly. His eyes were dark under heavy lids as he studied your face. His thumb lifted from your jaw and hovered over your lower lip, instinctively you parted them. Your eyes stayed locked on his, though his were now centered at your mouth. Slowly he pressed the pad of his thick thumb into the swell of your lower lip, then dragged it to the side, smearing the bright red lipstick over to the corner of your mouth.

What the fuck.

Your knees wobble. If he wasn’t holding you so closely they’d buckle and you’d fall right to them in front of him, beg him to let you take him in your mouth right there, in your kitchen, with the entire street just a wall away.

Tommy, just a wall away.

Your dad, just a wall away.

“Lemme hear ya’.” His voice snapped you out of your daze. Thick and syrupy against your buzzing ear drums.

“Y-Yeah. I understand.” You finally choke out, embarrassed at how pathetic you must sound.

He smirked, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he stood himself up straight, his hand behind your back steadying your wobbling frame- so used to his weight being held against it already. He sighed softly, hand leaving your jaw to slap his three, thick, middle fingers against your cheek. It wasn’t hard, just a love tap. But enough to leave your skin burning, to match the feeling between your thighs.

“Good.” He smiles. “Get back outside.” He mutters. “‘fore I do somethin’ stupid.”

It pained him to let you go at that moment. But you cleared your throat, nodding your head while bringing your own gloved thumb up to your mouth, pressing the pad against the flat of your tongue. Then swiping it below your bottom lip, cleaning up the lipstick he had smeared just a moment prior.

You turned to leave, smoothing your hands down your costume and taking a few steps when he cleared his throat, his feet still haven’t moved from their spot.

“Don’t forget the beer, baby girl.” He’d remind you, a sly, lopsided smile on his lips.

Fuck, what the fuck. Your brain is mush.

His stupid smile made your stomach contort. You trudged back the few fews, swinging the fridge open and grabbing as many in your arms as you could.

“You’re a real ass.” You grumbled before turning your back to him, cheeks hot while walking back out the back door.

Joel was left standing there, a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding, forcing itself from his lips as you pushed the door shut. His fists clenched at his sides, doing all he can to not follow you like a mad man.

——

It was incredibly hard to host while your brain buzzed with Joel. You tried your best with keeping up with conversation, but you weren’t retaining any of it. A ditsy smile on your lips, nodding and uh-huh’ing when it seemed right. You couldn’t focus on anything else other than him. Hell, most of the time your eyes were scanning the yard to make sure he was still here, still close. You were impatient and needy. You had half the mind to drag him away from Tommy and right up to your room, deal with all the bullshit fallout after. A hand on your shoulder made your body jump.

You heard your name behind you.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya.” The boy snickered, shoving your shoulder a bit.

Your shoulders relaxed when you saw Cody.

“Me? Didn’t scare me.” You laughed softly while opening your arms and pulling him into a hug, then holding him out in front of you to get a good look.

“My, my. New York did you well. You’re even taller n’ me now!” You whistled and laughed.

Cody grew up only a few houses down from yours. You both graduated high school together. You were close while growing up but amicably went separate ways when you both went off to college. Cody went to Columbia. Boy was smart as a whip. Lacked in common sense, but book smart. You’d seen him once the first summer after you both went away at a big BBQ with some of the neighbors.

He was cute, thinner build with a boyish face, could barely grow facial hair. The hair in his head was a dirty blonde and all over the place, curling at the ends. Cute. The both of you ended up getting quite drunk and had a half assed make out session on a tire swing in his backyard, and went your separate ways again to school. He texted you a week after that.

——

‘guess i’m not a good enough kisser to get a text? hahah’

You remember cringing as you saw the notification light up your phone.

‘knew i was drunk, but didn’t think i was that drunk!’

You played it off as a joke. You didn’t like him like that. You were drunk, young and lonely at the time.

——

You still don’t like him like that. But he was always a decent friend to you.

Cody nodded his head. Still had his bouncy blonde hair, but it was restrained under a hat.

“Race car driver, huh?” You smiled and tapped his arm before dropping your arms at your own sides.

“Oh absolutely. Last thing the store had in stock.” He joked while picking at the costume. “You look real good tonight,” Cody said eagerly. “Way too good to be hangin’ ‘round a dad party.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, taking a small step back. You didn’t expect him to be so forward. You laughed politely, wrapping your arms around your torso.

“Well, thanks Cody.” You said quietly, lips in a kind smile.

Joel and Tommy were leaning against your dads truck in the driveway. Tommy going on and on about the homeowner for the new job they just picked up, how bossy and nit-picky she is. Joel isn’t absorbing a lick of this. His dark eyes are shooting daggers into Cody.

“Maybe after things wind down..” Cody continued, his voice low as he leaned into your ear. “We could find a real party?”

You physically cringed. Is this really what guys your age thought was smooth?

No sweet talking? No soft looks and hot whispers?

No Joel.

They weren’t Joel.

Joel was smooth.

He was sweet and slow when he wanted to be. He was collected, stoic but melted in your hands when you were alone. As dominant as he was, you always had the final say. He’d do anything for you. He’d kneel before you and make you finish twice with his mouth before bending you over and fuck you until tears spilled down your cheeks. Then he’d kiss them away, rub your back and whisper-

‘s good baby. pretty girl. ‘s alright darlin’ i’m here. y’took my cock so well, s’like your made for m-’

Cody cleared his throat, pulling you from your thoughts. You still didn’t answer him.

Oops.

Your eyes were wide as you scanned his face, and could barely remember what he asked. It had to be clear as day because he repeated, placing his hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it down your arm to grip your elbow.

“Wanna find a real party later?” He repeated.

Joel wanted to take the beer bottle in his hand right now and crack it over this kids thick fucking skull.

“Kids bad news.” Tommy strains through his mouth full of beer, gesturing to Cody.

“What?” Joel snapped, he swore his blood ran cold.

“M’kiddin’. He’s a fuckin’ dork.” Tommy chuckles, his words slurring.

Joel rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the truck, taking a step towards the two of you only to be stopped by a strong arm pushing against his torso. Tommy almost choked on his beer.

“Woah, woah.” He sputtered, pushing Joel back against the truck.

“What’re you fixin’ to do, big brother?” He questions, squinting his eyes as he tries to read Joel's face.

His eyes were locked onto you and Cody, body stiff as his back was on the truck again, Tommy’s arm lowering after a beat. He didn’t answer. Watching your tight, polite, forced smile. Cody leaning in closer, talking too damn much. Touching your fuckin’ arm.

Eddie peered over to Joel and Tommy, then you and Cody before letting out a laugh. He sauntered over, enough beers in him that he really did look like Jack Sparrow, walking the way he was. He slapped Joel on the back.

“She can handle him.” He reassures Tommy and Joel. “Cody’s harmless. He’s been makin’ eyes at her since they were fifteen. Little punk just ain’t smart enough to know she’s outta his league.” Your dad laughs at his own comment.

Joel silently agrees. ‘Way out.’ He thinks to himself, bringing a hand of his to pinch the bridge of his nose, pulling himself together.

“Fucker went to Columbia, still ain’t smart enough.” Eddie continues with a laugh.

That comment pulls a laugh from Tommy, but not from Joel.

Joel grunted, muscle in his jaw ticking. Tommy and Eddie were too busy laughing back and forth over it, he used the opportunity to saunter towards you.

You shook your head softly. “Thanks, Cody. But I’ll be good here. Dad party or not.” You confirm with a solid nod, taking a slow step back.

Cody flushed and muttered something under his breath, then turned to walk away. You rolled your eyes and pushed air through your lips, blowing raspberries as he did.

Joel stopped in his tracks as Cody turned away, weight lifting from his shoulders when they rolled back. He sipped his beer, but kept a watchful eye. Pretending like he didn’t want to snap that kid in half.

You turned to pick up some empty cans, catching sight of Joel and his rigid frame, shooting him a quick look as if to say.

‘Relax.’

His shoulders slouched as he sighed. But he was hanging on by a thread.

———

Your dad stood at the porch, drunkenly declaring the start of the costume contest, giving directions to those who wanted to participate. Slowly groups gathered across the street, leaving a few stragglers behind. You’re using the opportunity to clean up some. Collecting empty bottles, cans, plates and candy wrappers.

You caught his eye again from across the yard. You froze where you were standing, the both of you just taking a moment to stare. His eyes flickered behind the house, then back to yours. You blinked, doing the same. When your eyes met him again he tilted his head the same direction, quickly. He pushed himself out of his chair and went through the front door of the house. You gave it a moment before following, anxious bubbles blooming in your sternum. All you two knew was sneaking around. That same giddy feeling pushes goosebumps over your skin every, damn, time.

You made it into the house, looking around for him before noticing the back door was propped open.

You whine in confusion. “Joel, what the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, exiting the back door and shutting it behind you.

Still no sign of him.

You did hear heavy boots crunching on stale leaves. Your heart thumped against your chest, you swallowed thickly, making your way towards the back of the yard, by the shed.

Nothing. You push air through your nose, frustration growing.

What the fuck is he doing? Calling you to the back and disappearing? Is this fun to him?

You start to get annoyed, an anxious feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

A large, calloused hand grips your wrist for the second time today, pulling you behind the shed, pressing you roughly against the siding. The air pushed from your lungs in a gasp.

“What the f-“ You started angrily.

“You tryin’ to make me lose my goddamn mind tonight, darlin’?” He hissed against your ear, his breath pickling heat against your skin.

You dropped your annoyed frustration. Quickly it turned into a hot, needy kind of frustration between your thighs. A sick smile twisted at the ends of your lips, arching your back against the shed, pushing your chest into his broad, firm chest.

“What if I was?” You gleamed, breathless.

His expression stiffened, eyes cold and dark. He released your arm, that hand wrapping loosely around your jaw, the opposite finding your hip. He splayed his thick fingers along the curve of your ass, slipping his hand lower to cup your thigh, urging your leg to lift and hook at his hip. You whined at the cool air now having direct contact to your damp clothed core. His lips crashed to your hungrily, kissing you hard. His hand squeezed your thigh as he sunk his teeth into your lower lip. The sound leaving your throat was filthy, pleading for him.

“You keep wearin’ shit like this,” He muttered, dragging his lips across the skin of your jaw, sucking soft kisses there. “Someone’s gonna end up dead. And it ain’t gonna be me, baby.”

You moaned softly, his words hitting your core directly, heat building there. You giggled through needy breaths, snaking a hand between the two of you, tugging his cowboy hat lower to cover his eyes.

“You gonna punish me, cowboy?” You emphasized your southern drawl, and the growl that rumbled in his chest was all the assurance you needed to know his answer.

“Damn right I am.”

Your hand rested at his shoulder, pulling him down for another desperate kiss. His hand left your throat to mirror his other, cupping your opposite thigh and coaxing it to do the same. You whined into his lips and he swallowed every one of them. As you lifted your thigh, he bounced you to get a better grip, his strong, warm hands spread along the underside of your thighs, his hips pushed forward to keep you pinned at the wall. The cool metal of his bulky belt buckle pressed into your damp panties made you rut your hips pathetically against it.

One of his fingers finds its way under the strap of your garter belt. He pulled it away from your skin with a hooked finger, far enough to create tension. He let it slip. The strap snapped harshly against the sensitive, fleshy skin. You whined, body stiffened at the sharp burn, melting as it slowly turned sweet.

“Joel- please..” You pleaded against his lips.

“Yeah? Want me to take you right here-“

You heard your name.

Tommy’s voice.

Way too close.

You heard it again, shoes crunching the leaves beneath them.

Panicking, you look at Joel.

He’s losing his shit too.

Fuck.

“Shh. I got you.” He whispered, letting you down softly, but quickly onto the ground. You’re grateful with how quickly he’s collecting himself because you’re sure you still look like a deer in headlights.

Footsteps crunching closer.

Joel ushered you behind the recycling bin, mouthing to you ‘crouch down. be quiet’

You nodded. Your heart was beating out of your chest while you pulled your knees so close to your chest you could barely take a full breath.

Joel turned his back to you, rolling his shoulders back while clearing his throat.

“Joel?” Tommy's voice sounded so clear, he had to be right there.

“Takin’ a leak.” He said cooly. Like he didn’t just have you off the ground, whimpering into his lips.

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to convince yourself this is just a sick fucking joke.

“You seen Eddie’s girl? He’s lookin’ for her.” Tommy slurred.

You heard Joel rustle with his belt buckle. ‘really selling the ‘takin’ a leak’ You thought to yourself.

“Ain’t seen her. Did you check the house?”

Tommy didn’t answer, he lingered for a second.

You felt your stomach sitting in your throat, threatening to spill your guts and give away your cover.

Tommy sucked his teeth, mumbling something under his breath before turning away. Leaves crunching under his shoes again.

You still felt like you were gonna puke, all this built up tension. You needed another second to remind yourself to breathe.

Joel peered around the bin to you, his face flushed, looking like he just ran a mile.

“Y’almost got us caught.”

“You almost got yourself caught, cowboy. Hands up my skirt n’ all.” You grumbled, frowning at him.

His lip curled, muttering something under his breath. He placed a hand on his belt, peering down at you.

“What was that?” You teased, a small smile teasing your lips.

“Said you’re a damn brat.” The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, and landed deep, heavy in your core.

All the worry and anxiety melting from your body in that moment, that warm pit in your belly taking its place. He reached for your hand, that you graciously took, and pulled you to your feet. His hands, the ones that were just gripping your thighs in a filthy way. The ones that grip and pin your hips, the pads of those fingers that leave bruises there sometimes.

Those hands- His.

His hands.

They were gentle for now, brushing the dirt and leaves from your costume and helping you settle again. His last words rattled around in your brain.

“Go on, get ‘fore you get us both strung up.” His voice was soft, his hand giving you pat on your hip, guiding you out to the front as he lingered behind the shed a moment longer.

——

You were exhausted. Tired from picking up after everyone. You’re making runs for drinks, ice, trash bags, more drinks, quick pit stop behind the shed with Joel, judging the costume contest, things now finally starting to wrap up.

“Tommy, you’re really no help.” You’d mutter, tossing an empty can in his direction. He sat, eyes closed in a lawn chair. He gave no response.

“Only thing I asked-“ You’d grunt, trying to push the grill over to reach some trash behind it. “Was for you to- fuck-“ You panted, grunting against while pushing the grill. “Hold the fuckin’ bag open. Ya drunk, can’t even do that.” You blew air through puffed cheeks, shoulders slouched over as you turned back to him.

He was stirring in the chair, eyes not closed, but heavy enough to look it. “Not a drunk.. You screwed me on that contest. Should’ve been first place.” He slurred. You laughed at him, tossing an empty red cup that was behind the grill at him next, barely making it in the bag.

“You holding grudges now?” You joked, clapping your hands together to brush them off. “C’mon. Don’t be a baby.” You teased.

“He still sour o’er that?” Your dad’s voice comes from the yard.

“He hasn’t shut up ‘bout it since.” Joel chimed in, packing the speaker away.

You smile and shake your head at Tommy’s mumblings and groans.

“I got the rest of this.” Your dad says, walking over and putting a hand on your shoulder. “I got him too.” He gestures to Tommy, who looks like he might actually be asleep now.

“Are you sure?” You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head up to him.

“Mhm.” He hums, looking at the yard then back to you. “Long as you don’t mind helpin’ Joel take some of these chairs back to his house, huh kid?” Joel cleared his throat from a few feet away, eyes locked onto you.

Your stomach sits heavy.

It’s sick, really.

Your dad asking you to help Joel, to be alone, in his house, for who knows how long it takes to put away some damn chairs. While he’s sat taking care of his kid brother.

It’s sick.

It shouldn’t light a fire in your stomach. But it does.

“Y-Yeah. I can help.” You finally choke out.

Your dad smiles and gives you another pat on the back, mumbling a ‘Thanks, kid.’ before turning towards Tommy, slumped in one of the chairs you’d need.

“Get’cher ass up, boy.” Your dad laughed while tugging on his arm and helping him up, taking Tommy's body weight on his own and helping him into the house. The click of the door seems to echo through the quieting houses on the street., you and Joel sharing side glances as you’re left alone.

——

You struggled to keep up with the pace Joel set as he walked towards his house, just four houses down from your dad’s, arms filled with lawn chairs. The lawn chairs now thrown onto the porch, not taking the extra second it’d take to put them away.

He unlocked the front door in one smooth motion and pulled you in the next. He kicked the door shut, hard, with his boot.

His hands are on your hips, whipping you around until your back is pressed against the door, his hips keeping you pinned there. The quick movements pulled the air from your lungs, leaving you to gasp.

“Been teasin’ me all goddamn night.” He hissed, voice thick with frustration.

He leaned back to give his hands some space to roam over the fabric of your nurse costume, his palms warm and broad as they’d skate over the buttons.

His hands stopped at your ribs, his fingertips pressing into the bottom of your breasts.

“Flirtin’ and smilin’ at every boy who looked your way.” He spat while taking both of your wrists into one of his hands and pinning them about your head, knocking his cowboy hat off his head, somewhere behind him.

You gasped, bottom lip quivering. You needed him badly. Pent up after hours of waiting for this- for him. You force a grin, not wanting him to know how easily you’ll fold. You know he loves it, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t too.

“What’re you gonna do about it, cowboy?” You don’t even recognize the sound of your own voice with all the buzzing in your head.

He does though, and he growls in response, pushing his hips firm against yours. His thick cock straining, hard against the denim material, right up against your lower stomach for the second time today. He grits his teeth, his free hand coming to grip the collar or your dress, the warmth of his hand over the exposed skin of your breast makes you whimper.

You arch your back, pushing your chest towards him, silently begging for more contact, just more. He doesn’t give it to you just yet, hand around your wrists tightening, the one on your cheap costume ripping it open, the white buttons bouncing off of the wooden floor.

Your eyes widened as you processed, squirming under his dark stare. Under the shreds of the white dress, your body clad in the white and red, laced get up you so thoughtfully slipped on earlier.

For him.

He knows that, too.

“Gonna remind you who you belong to, pretty girl.” He says lowly, his southern drawl painfully prominent.

Before you get the chance to respond, Joel spins you around, taking your hands that were above your head and pinning them behind your back, still his single hand keeping both of yours pinned there. Your chest pressed against the cool door, the difference of your burning skin against it made you whine. Your back arched, his straining cock now pressed to your ass. Silently you tried to push your hips back onto him.

His free hand came down quickly on your ass, the stinging turning sweet as he rubbed his warm palm over the spot, soothing it.

“Joel!” You squeaked, resting your cheek against the door, face smushing just slightly, stomach turning and pulling.

“Gonna be a good girl now, hm?” He leaned over your back, his lips just dusting the shell of your ear while rocking his hips slowly into yours.

“Y-Yes, Jo-“ He cut you off with another rough smack to the same spot. A yelp bursting through your lips, body slinking back into his.

“Too late for sweet talk, baby girl.” He rasped, his hand not soothing the sting this time, letting it sit and burn your skin.

He pulled back for a moment, the weight of his body being pulled from you made you whine, missing the heavy contact. His hands made work of what was left of costume, discarding it somewhere with his now long forgotten cowboy hat.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. The fact that you’re bent over, pressed against his front door in nothing but a red laced bra, panties, the garter belt and the thigh highs they held up. Joel was still fully clothed, just his hat missing. The thought of being so exposed and vulnerable to him just made the slick between your thighs amplify.

“Fuck.” Joel growled, pushing a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His dark eyes scanned your body, the way the lace dug into the fleshy parts of your skin, thighs spilling slightly out of the tops of the stockings. The large, pink outline of his handprint adorning your ass cheek.

“Look so pretty for me like this, baby.” He muttered.

He let your hands go and you quickly pushed your palms into the door, steadying yourself.

Before you got the chance to beg for his touch, he gave it to you- just not where you needed him. Broad, calloused palms skating up your sides, then back down to rest at your hips. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose in frustration. A quiet whine fell from your lips as you pushed against the door, grinding your hips against his throbbing cock.

“S’alright, angel. I got you.” He offered reassurance.

“Please- just. Need you. Badly.” You pleaded through soft breaths.

“Tell me where, pretty girl.” He rasped, placing a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned to the door again.

His other hand reached around your torso, palming your breast for a moment, his fingers hooked around the cup of your bra and tugged down, letting your boob spill out. You whined as his fingers found your hardened nipple, his thumb and pointer finger giving it a lazy roll.

A broken whine left your lips, body squirming for any additional friction he’d offer.

“This where you need me?” He asked lowly.

You could just about hear the smirk on his stupid, beautiful, fucking face.

You shook your head.

“Gotta use your words, darlin’.” He reminds you.

“N-No. Not there.” You huffed into the door, his hand still working painfully slow at your nipple.

“So good f’me.” He praises.

In a beat it was gone, his hand trailing down your spine, stopping for a moment to admire his darkening handprint on your ass. The sight made his eyes roll back and his thick cock twitch.

“What ‘bout here?” He asked, his hand trailing further to cup your cunt.

Your knees buckled at the contact, after being teased and left all day, the final contact of his warm palm grinding against your sensitive slick was euphoric. A long string of ‘yesyesyespleaseyesthatsit’ left your lips quickly.

“Atta girl.” He muttered, almost to himself.

Your body writhed under his touch, even when there wasn’t much of it. The anticipation of it was enough.

His index finger dragged slowly up your slick panties, nudging against your covered entrance, a soft, sick, wet noise filling your ears as his finger rubbed slow, torturous circles there.

“S’all for me, angel?” He sucks his teeth sympathetically. “Poor baby, walking ‘round all day like this, huh?” He hums.

You’re embarrassed because it’s true. Even more embarrassed because of him calling you out on it, makes it worse. Heat licks at your core, right where his fingers prodding on the other side of the lace.

“For you- yes. All for you.” You pushed out quickly, your soft moans gracing his ears shortly after.

He tucked two fingers under your panties, slowly tugging them to the side, a growl rumbling deep in his chest at the sight. A thin line of your slick stretching from you to the lace, your cunt and inner thighs glistening from your arousal.

“So pretty.” He said simply, tugging your panties once to keep them out of the way, letting the web fabric snap against your skin.

You grit your teeth, the cool air hitting your wet core, walls clenching around nothing. You could almost sob at how desperately you needed him, chest heaving, heart sitting in the base of your throat, stomach wound in a tight coil.

He leaned over your back, his fingers dipping through your folds, collecting your slick and stopping at your clit.

You cried out against the door, pressing your thighs together, clamping down on his hand.

“You knew damn well what you were doin’ tonight.” He whispered against your ear, his syrupy voice soft against you.

“Paradin’ around in this little thing. Letting that fuckin’-“ His fingers worked in smaller, more concentrated circles at your clit despite your thighs clamping down. “-punk lean in real close. Like he had a chance.”

His voice was hot on your already burning skin, his words doing filthy things to the coil in your belly.

“I-I didn’t-“ You rebuttal.

“Quiet.” He spat, his tone making your breath hitch.

You became painfully aware of how large he was, how big he felt while brooding over you, fingers working at your clit, his wide chest pressed against your back, lips ghosting your ear.The sheer size of his frame against yours made your muscles spasm, a fresh gush of arousal dripping from you and into his palm.

“That's what got you this wet, hm?”

You shook your head.

“What was it then, baby?” He asked, fingers slowly to dip back into your folds, his middle finger circling your entrance before slowly pushing in, your slick allowing him to sink it deep, smoothly.

“Fuck!” You panted, walls spasming around his thick digit.

“Was it when Tommy could’ve caught us? He walked around any later, would’ve seen me fucking you right into that wall. That make your pretty pussy this wet?” His southern drawl rang against your ears, his finger pumping slowly in and out of you, his knuckles shiny with your slick.

“J-Joel, please-“ You begged breathlessly.

You were gratefully cut off by him adding his ring finger. Both of his fingers work at your core, stretching you as he bottoms out to his knuckles. You balled your fist and banged it against the door, trying to release the pent up energy buzzing around in your body.

“Or was it when I had you in the kitchen?”

Fuck.

“Your daddy just on the other side of the wall, while I had that pretty lil’ face’a yours in my hand, smearin’ that fuckin’ lipstick.” He grunted, curling his fingers deep inside you.

Every huff that left your lips ended in a moan, a whine or a plea for him. His beautiful, filthy mouth pushes you closer to your release.

He fucking knows it, too.

He is painfully aware of the effect his sultry words have on you. He weaponizes them every. fucking. time. It’s why he makes sure to let you know how beautiful you look while dripping and shaking for him, how tight, wet, hot, you feel against him, around him, for him.

Only him.

His heart skips a beat, dark eyes locked onto every subtle movement, clocking the way your body reacts. He knows those moans, increasing in volume, being drawn out towards the end. Breathless and fumbling over your own lips.

“That was it.” He states matter of factly.

“Wasn’t it baby?” His fingers twisting, curling and pumping into your wet cunt.

Your arousal pooling in his palm, dripping down his wrist and soaking into the sleeve of his flannel that's pushed up his forearm somewhere.

You swallowed thickly, almost wincing, the amount of pleasure wound in your gut painful.

“Joel I-“

“I know, baby.” He soothes you with his words, fingers giving you no mercy.

“Give it to me, baby girl. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers, yeah?”

Your eyes screw shut, rutting your hips against his fingers. His soaked knuckles brushing against your swollen clit. That swift contact was all you needed to unravel.

“J-Joel, ohfuck-“ You whined out, your fists so tight your nails pressed half moons into the fleshy part of your palm.

The coil deep in your belly snapped.

“I know. Look so pretty cummin’ around my fingers, angel face. S’good for me baby.”

Your knees buckled and he quickly wrapped his free arm around your torso, your skin white hot, supporting your entire weight like it was nothing, keeping you upright. His fingers didn’t change pace, your slick gushing around his digits. The squelching and your moans almost syncing up, all he could think about was how fucking good you felt writhing in his arms.

“I got you, pretty girl. S’okay. Doin’ so good for me.” He praised.

His thick fingers fucked you through your orgasm, your hands squabbling at the door as it became too much. He didn’t let up right away.

“Fuck-“ You’d pant. “Joel, s’too… too much.”

He smiles sweetly behind you, slowing his fingers and finally unsheathing them, a thick string of your cum webbing your cunt to his fingers.

“I know-“ He’d drawl again. “You’re alright. I got you.” He reminded you.

You whined at the loss of his digits, walls clamping around nothing now. Empty. Joel's hand cupped your pulsing heat, rubbing his hand sickeningly slowly. Your body twitched, thighs clamping shut around his hand, broken whines leaving your raw throat.

“Alright, pretty girl. Settle down.”

He removes his hand from your heat completely, smearing your slick on the inside of your thigh before grabbing your waist and slowly turning you to face him.

“There's my girl.” He spoke softly, one hand pressed to the small of your back, holding you to him while the other creeped up your body.

Your eyes were hooded, face flushed, body unsteady and shaking from the orgasm he just ripped from you. His hand cupped your cheek, cool and still slick from you. You turned your face into his palm, parting your plump lips and taking the two fingers that were just fucking you into your mouth.

His groans, eyes dark and wide while he watched your lips close around the base of his knuckles. You could taste your bittersweet cum still clinging there. His fingers prodding the hot flesh at the inside of your cheeks.

“Did so good for me, darlin’.” He reminds you.

You met his eyes, leering up to him through your thick lashes, lids still heavy. You look fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. It makes him throb to know he’s the one who made you look like this.

Mascara and eyeshadow smudged around your eye, a small trail of what looks to be a single tear spilling over one of your cheeks which are now hollowing around his fingers. He studied every small detail, eyes lingering on your mouth, lipstick barely on but just enough to leave a small stain at the base of his knuckles as he slipped his fingers out of your throat. The suction lifting with a small ‘pop’ as his hand returned to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a long, desperate kiss.

“Not done with you yet, baby.” He mumbles into your mouth.

Your lips part to sigh into his. He quickly took the opportunity to roll his tongue into yours. His kissing turned from sweet, long and slow to hungry and needy in no time. Low growls from his throat spilling against your mouth.

“Think you can give me another one?” He pulled back, looking down at you.

His face was red, a slight sheen of sweat sticky around his hairline. His dark curls plastered there, grey hairs adorning them. His hair was messy, tousled and fucking beautiful. That's how he looked. Beautiful, hungry and so fucking filthy at the same time. But god your body was fucking reeling from the first one still. He must’ve sensed your hesitation by the way your eyes widened.

“Know you can, you did so good just then angel face.” His words work overtime in your brain.

“Need to see you cum ‘round my cock. Yeah? S’that sound okay?” He hums, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and tilting your chin up, more and more pieces must have come loose during the past 20 minutes.

“Joel I don’t.. I-I don’t know if I can.” You whimper, hating how pathetic you sound. But he drinks up every bit of it.

He started shaking his head before you even finished.

“I’ve gotcha baby, don’t forget that.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before bending at his knees, wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up like nothing.

“Joel!” You yelped in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck, giggling into his chest.

You feel him smile against your skin. He’d kick his bedroom door open, sauntering in until his knees came in contact with his bed frame. He crouched over, letting you fall onto your back, mattress bouncing. You sprawled your arms out, his dark grey comforter, your hands balling some of the fabric into your fists. You felt vulnerable in front of him like this. This is far from the first time he has seen you in such scad clothing, but the way he loomed over your body made you feel shy. His large hands pull his flannel from his belt line, unbuttoning and slipping it off. His broad, tanned shoulders are on display. The white beater clung to his sweaty skin, belt buckle hanging at his hips. Just the sight of him made you swoon.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that.” He mutters.

You just can’t take your eyes off his body. The way his muscles flex under his skin while his hands work at unfastening his belt, the large buckle clinking against itself.

“You look so good.” You hum to him, spreading your legs further apart as he stands between them. The insides of your thighs are warming from the friction of his jeans rubbing against them.

He chuckles, pulling his belt from its loops in one quick motion. Your stomach tightens. Your hands are moving before you can notice, fingers splayed outwards, reaching for his torso. He drops the belt on the floor with a clatter. He lets you reach, even leaning down and pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. You tilted your head up to pull him into a kiss that's soft at first until he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. You hissed as he pulled it back, letting it snap back to its place. The noise only made him smirk. Your hands made quick work of the button and zipper of his blue jeans. Frantically pushing them down his hips. He helps you by kicking them off with his boots.

“Joel-” He cuts you off with a kiss before pulling back and looking down at you.

“Please.” You were over his slow and calculated moves. You needed him to take you here and now.

He doesn’t answer, even when you pull his beater off and run your fingers down his torso, tugging at the band of his boxers.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He finally speaks up, voice slow and steady.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Of course you’re his. You sighed softly while nodding.

“I’m yours, Joel.”

“Repeat it.” He demands.

“I’m yours.” You obey.

“Those college boys couldn’t make you feel the way I do.” He’s not asking. It was true.

He pushes your bodies up the bed, now kneeling into the mattress, his thighs pressed into the bottoms of yours, his lips connecting with your collar.

“They couldn’t make you cum with their fingers like I can.” Another true statement.

Your legs wrapped loosely around his waist, digging your heels into the backs of his legs, coaxing his hips to make contact with yours, the throb of your cunt doing everything but dulling.

“No, only you.” You reassure him, slipping your hands to the back of his head, curling the hair at the nape of his neck around your index fingers.

“Only me.” He repeats, growling.

“You sure you know that? Was lettin’ that Cody get hang ‘round for some time.” He continued, his lip curling at the thought.

He was jealous. Even while he was fucking his fingers into you minutes ago, he couldn’t help that quick memory of Cody holding your arm, leaning in close. The way you let him.

You knew Joel was jealous, but this made your heart skip a beat.

“You think he’d like to see you like this, hm?”

Your breath caught in your throat, shaking your head ‘no’.

“You want him to?”

“No.” You breathed out.

“Want him to hear you?” He whispered, peppering kisses across your chest, licking a fat stripe from there to the spot below your jaw, then blowing cool air over the damp skin.

You shiver and he speaks up again before you can answer.

“Want him to hear you cummin’ on my cock? Hear how wet your pussy is while I fuck you?”

You shake your head again, rocking your hips in the direction of his.

His words stirred around your brain. God, how long was he thinking about you and Cody? The five minute interaction burned permanently into Joel’s brain. He couldn’t stand looking at a boy touching you like that. That's not how you like to be touched, Joel knows how you like to be touched. Only Joel.

“That boy wouldn’t know the first thing to do with you.” He sucks a small hickey into the side of your neck.

“With this.” he mumbles against your skin, pushing his teeth into the flesh. One of his large hands cupping your sex again.

You whined at the contect, almost sure he could feel you throbbing in his palm.

“Only you, Joel.” You moaned softly.

“Damn right, darlin’.”

He couldn't contain himself anymore.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

He heard you say it a million times.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Was the only thing ringing through his ears.

He stood up quickly, pulling your panties and garter belt off, fast. Fast enough for them to burn down your legs. As good as it looked on you, he needed it off. He needed to feel your skin against his, not the scratchy lace fabric. He pulls your bra over your head, not caring how awkward it was. He needed it off. He needed you. He groaned at the sight of you beneath him, body squirming in anticipation on the bed. His cock throbbed in his boxers, pre cum staining the fabric with a wet spot.

“Please,please,please” You murmur, reaching your hands out again to push his boxers down his hips. He lets you, kicking them off the rest of the way.

He sucks a sharp breath through his teeth as his cock springs free, bobbing against his stomach. You’ve seen him plenty of times but it never mattered. His cock thick, tip red and glistening with his pre. You rolled your hips up, feeling your slick drip from your folds, flooding the comforter beneath you.

“Please what, baby?” He teases and you cuss under your breath.

As much as he loves talking you through it, he loves eliciting your voice too. No matter how broken or pathetic it may sound. Your pleading and promises ‘to be good’ drive him fucking insane.

He wraps his strong hand around the base of his cock. Dark, wiry hairs brushing his knuckles as he pumps himself. A hearty groan falling past his lips.

“Joel. I need- Please,” You breathe out.

“Fuck me, please.” You push out your words before whining.

He doesn’t say anything but position himself as close as possible to you, his thighs under yours again.

“Fuck.” He drawls, slipping the tip of his cock through your soaked cunt.

You’re white knuckling his bed spread, rocking your hips into him. He purses his lips before parting them, letting the tip of his tongue fall past them. A hot, thick drip of his saliva spilling off his tongue and onto your pussy.

The sight was fucking dirty. But him tapping the head of his cock along the spit, dragging it against your clit was downright filthy.

Quickly your hands left the sheet, squabbling at his strong shoulders before gripping them, pressing your nails into his hot skin.

“Y’look so pretty. Soaking my bed like this, baby.” He gruffs.

His words could eat you alive right now.

“Joel-” You warn him, your walls clenching around nothing, needy and weeping.

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, prodding there before stuffing the tip past your tight cunt. The muscles in your stomach tightens, rapid breaths breaking up your moans.

“Feel good, baby?” He swallows, trying to keep his composure.

Slowly he sinks his hips into yours, his thick cock stretching you. You wince as he bottoms out, the sharp burn making your vision blurry. Full. You felt so full of him. This is the feeling you’ve been missing for these long two weeks. No matter how hard you tried, your own fingers in your bed did no justice. You’re not sure anything would amount to the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with his cock. His heavy, sweat sheened body hovering over yours.

You nod your head. “Y-Yes.” You babble while nodding your head sloppily.

You were grateful for the moment he gave you to adjust, the burn turning sickly sweet. Your hips rolled, now begging for friction.

“S’good, pretty girl. Y’fit my cock so good. Like you were made f’me.” He breathes while slowly drawing his hips back, and pushing them back into the hilt.

He established a paced thrust, his tongue wetting his lips in concentration, his eyes focused on how slick his cock is with you when he draws out.

You felt the air knocking out of your lungs with every thrust, whining steady pouring from the back of your throat. Your eyes rolled shut, nails pressing harshly into his shoulders. His hips didn’t slack as he pushed your hands off him, his hands pulling your legs to rest on them now, ankles on opposite sides of his shoulders. The new angle pushing him deeper in your cunt, the room filling with his grunts and the sick squelch of your arousal.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” He grits, picking up his thrusts, the new position making his cock strain against your tight walls.

You were too drunk on his cock to listen. Your eyes still screwed shut, mouth falling open, fucking filthy sounds falling. Until you felt a sting on your cheek, your eyes opened wide, greeted with his face. His hand made contact with your cheek again, but didn’t leave it. His burning skin is boring into your reddening cheek. He grips your jaw roughly.

“Said-” He groans, hips slapping against the back of your thighs. “Fuckin’ look at me.” His dark eyes locked onto yours.

You swallowed tightly, the coil in your lower stomach binding quickly.

“Open.” He says, pressing his thumb into your lower jaw.

You whine as his thrusts cease. He’s leaning over your frame, legs still propped on your shoulders as he's practically folding you in half. You whine and open your mouth, tongue sitting on your lower lip, welcoming the string of his saliva he drips over you. It's hot on your tongue. It tastes like whiskey and him. You let your tongue display it for him, closing your lips around it when he taps your tender cheek roughly with the hand that's there, signaling you to do so. Then you swallow.

He grits at the sight, resuming his thrusts like he hadn't stopped. He's even setting a new debilitating pace, one that makes the muscles in the undersides of your thighs burn.

“Fuck, y’so good for me, baby.” His praises make your walls squeeze his cock.

The familiar pit in your stomach rumbles. You won't last long the way his hot breath tickles the inside of your ankles. The ruthless pace he set with his thrusts. The thought of his spit lingering on your tongue while he fucks you senseless.

“I-I’m close, Joel.. Fuck- Harder.” You tell him, moaning loudly.

“Yeah? Want to cum on my cock, pretty girl? Fuck-.” The hand on your cheek leaves to brush some of your hair from your face. A loving gesture while he's manhandling you otherwise. His hand settles on the top of your shoulder, giving him leverage to fuck you deeper, harder.

His free hand glides down your shin and onto your thigh, his fingers pressing harshly into your flesh. The pain dragging a breathless moan of his name from you. He could listen to that all fucking day.

You try to answer him, the words coming out as a blubbering mess. You aren’t able to think straight while hes fucking you, drunk on him.

“Squeezing my cock so good, angel face. Such a good girl.” He presses a wet, sloppy kiss to your inner ankle, the hand at your thigh wrapping around in, his broad palm splaying across your lower stomach.

Fuck.

His jaw falls slack, his own stomach churning at the feeling. The feeling of his cock pounding into you under his palm.

“Need y’to cum for me baby. Give it to me, c’mon.” He encourages you, his hand slipping lower, thumb making contact with your clit.

You can barely make out his figure, sight going white when you feel his thumb. He barely moves it, just adding pressure right above the sensitive bud. THe ruthless movement of his hips jolt your body with every thrust. He's holding out for you, he doesn’t want to finish until you’ve given him another, and he tells you just that.

“Need one more baby, know you can do it. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you.” He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold on.

You dont last any longer. He rips a second orgasm from you. Your body white hot and shaking as he fucks you through it. His name leaves your lips repeatedly, not knowing anything else in this moment other than him.

Joel. Joel. Joel.

“Fuck, yeah.” He pants. “That's a good girl. Easy. Cumming for me so- shit.” His hips sputter as he nears his own high, his thumb now working small circles on your clit, riding you through your high. “S’good. S’fucking tight- ah, fuck.”

Your body burns, muscles sore as he relentlessly fucks into you, breathing rapidly while his thumb works quick to overstimulate you. Tears welling in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“Cum in me-” The first coherent words you blurt out other than his name in a while. “F-Fill me- fuck, Joel. Please.” You pant, head turned into his wrist, teeth grazing his skin.

That was all he needed. “God- fuckin’.”

Both of his hands grabbed your hips hard, keeping you still as he fucks his hips into you, cock throbbing and twitching as he cums, thick ropes filling your cunt.

Full.

He collapsed against you, his forehead falling to yours, folding you in half again, his hips staying buried deep in you. Your legs are shaking around him.

You both stayed like that for a few beats, breaths slowing, chests no longer heaving. After another moment, Joel lifted his head, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and down your cheeks. Your body felt limp, quivering under him.

“Hey, hey.” Joel whispered after he's taken a look at you, brows knitting in concern.

“Look at me, baby.” He takes your face in both his hands, slowly slipping himself from your throbbing cunt.

Your face scrunches, still so sensitive from your last orgasm, and the feeling of being empty again makes a tear spill over your cheek.

“Talk to me, hun.” He pleads, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your face, swiping your tears away.

You felt distant, your mind clouded. It was painful to not have him stuffed to the hilt, prodding spots so deep you’d have never known they were there. The warmth between your thighs making you whine, his spend leaking from your cunt.

“Baby, I need you to tell me you hear me.” He coo’s, hands cradling your head while he continues to pepper kisses against your skin. “Was I too much?” He blinks lovingly at you.

You sigh deeply, his continued touches to your face grounding you, your vision slowly coming back to you.

He's sweaty. His hairs stuck to his forehead. His eyebrows sewn together as he tries to read your face. He looks spent. His face is flush, features relaxing as you stir beneath him.

“Mmh.” You hum and nod your head once.

Joel lets out a sigh of relief. “I got you. Let me clean you up, angel face.”

He pulled himself off of you, steadying himself on his legs before making his way to the bathroom.

Your thighs twitch as your eyes dart around, fingers sprawling across his comforter. You turned your head to take a deep breath in, your nose filled with the smell of him.

Clean blanket, smoke and cedar.

Joel.

He returns a moment later with a warm, wet rag. “C'mere sweetheart,” He whispers, sitting in the bed next to you.

He slowly pats the warm rag against your face, cleaning the smudged and running makeup. You watched him closely. His eyes are soft, no longer harsh and black. They were big and doe like. The soft brown hue back. He gently dragged it down your neck, torso and then the insides of your thighs. You hissed, the skin there sensitive.

“Shh. S’okay. Did s’good for me. Gave me everythin’ you had. Looked so beautiful doin’ it.” He whispers, his gruff voice rolling softly from his swollen lips.

He gently wiped his spend between your thighs, turning the rag over until you were clean. He leaned over to toss it in his hamper, turning his full attention to you.

“Thank you, darlin’.” He lays on his back, pulling you into his side. You curl into him, your head nestled under his arm, nose brushing the side of his chest.

“Thank you, Joel.” You finally whisper, feeling more grounded, more present.

He chuckles, craning his neck to look at you, the arm under your head curling around your body, tracing his fingers against your skin.

“There's my girl.” he whispered into your hair.

The two of you laid there for some time, damp bodies intertwined. Joel whisperering sweet praises. Sharing sweet, soft kisses here and there.

Until your phone vibrates. You fish it from the sheets.

Dad.

Your heart drops, turning the screen to Joel and he gives a sympathetic smile.

“Hey.” You answer swiftly. Act normal. You’re not laying naked with his best friend.

“Hey, kid. Can you help Joel out?”

Your throat tightens. But you remind yourself that is what you were supposed to do. Just not how your dad thinks.

“Yes.” You blurt out bluntly.

“Well, alright.. Are you still there? Been a while. Just checkin’ on you.” He asked, voice wavering a bit. He's waiting for you to fill in the spaces so he doesn't have to ask. But you don’t.

“Nope. Left after dropping off the chairs.” You roll your eyes and Joel gives you a squeeze.

Your dad didn’t say anything. He’s asking where you are without seeming like he’s prodding.

“Went out with Cody,” You say quickly. “I’ll be out late. But not too late. I’ll be safe. I’m okay.”

You barely take a breath between your words. Joel's eyebrows lift at your mention of Cody, he's sucking his teeth quietly.

“Oh! Well-uh.. Well, alright kid. Be uh. Be safe and good y’know. Can’t leave Tommy. He’s in bad shape. Call Joel if you need anything. He won’t mind helpin’ you out.” He says, speaking just as quickly as you did.

“Okay, thanks. Bye, dad.” You hang up before he can answer, tossing your phone on the bedside table with a groan. You turned back into Joel and buried your face in his chest.

“Out with Cody, hm?” He teases, wiggling his fingers on your side.

“Did you want me to tell him I’m laid up naked next to his best friend?” You quipped.

Joel opened his mouth to speak, then shut it. He shook his head.

“Thought so.” You scrunch your nose at him, stretching up to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Said I’d still be a while.. He told me to call you if I needed anything.” You continue, lifting yourself to straddle his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, hands splayed on his torso.

Joel sighed, sinking into the bed, one arm folding behind his head, the other resting on the top of your thigh. His eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Did he now?” He clicks his tongue.

“Said you wouldn’t even mind helpin’ me out.”

“I wouldn’t.” He chuckles, hand rubbing slowly on your thigh.

You sit there and bask in each other's smiles before his drops, his body stirring beneath yours.

“Think you can give me one more before you go, hm?” He asks, your stomach does a flip.

“Joel- no way.” You laugh, prodding a finger into his chest. “M’still sore.”

He shook his head before removing the pillow behind it.

“C’mere n’ sit on my face. Lemme kiss you better.” He muses and your face drops, trying to read his expression if he was serious or not, his hand in your thigh pulling you up his torso.

“Don't mind helpin’ you out.” He repeats your earlier words with a smirk.

✨

thank you <3

[hxltic]

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓… 𝑴𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑨𝑻𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑼

Genre: smut

Warning: car sex, mild alcohol mention, fem reader, degradation + praise, pet names: sugar, sweetheart, etc, creampie, birth control

Synopsis: You have been on Atsumu’s ass about he and his brother’s country accent for the longest, so when it comes back around to bite you back on Halloween, you are not ready for it.

A Halloween party!! You’re not sure how it came up in conversation when picking couples’ costumes: police, a Princess and Prince, a scary movie duo; all you know is that ‘Tsumu roared his engine from outside to inform you of his presence while you were rushingly retrieving your perfume.

You had an idea of what he was wearing since you two were supposed to be matching, but he bought you a (super cute) pair of embroidered boots and guided your outfit from afar. Like a personal designer. The shoes with a slight heel on them clacked down your front door steps in the cold night, the brisk air bit at your skin, your breasts rebounded in the low-buttoned flannel, and a holster connected to your ripped jean shorts. The only correct way to style your hair was braided pigtails (even though you are positive this isn’t how someone who actually handles animals would dress) and owning a huge belt to compliment your gorgeous figure even more.

Once you reach the car, ‘Tsumu came around from his side to open your door for you.

Your jaw went slack.

The blonde’s own button down was opened almost farther than yours to reveal his carved chest but a thick belt cut it off. A brown coat to match was being removed from the outfit, one that paired with the folded hat atop his head that left some of his hair to peek out. The dark jeans heavily covered his boots—with an exception for the ends— and were even slightly tainted. The shoes look worn. Has he always had this? Was your boyfriend a country American hottie with an accent and you had no idea? After pulling his long arms out of the garment, he slung it over your shoulders.

“Pick yer jaw up ‘n keep those pretty feet movin’ sweetheart, I know it’s cold.”

He patted your ass twice as if you were a fucking horse instructed to trot, and the worst part was, you obliged and sat in the car with no complaint.

Your eyes trailed his body and face the whole ride. The battery on your phone was slowly rising with it being on the charger, so with nothing to do, it was easy to adore the man to your side before a large, gentle hand was placed on your thigh.

He keeps his eyes on the road before speaking, “There somethin’ on my face?”

You shook your head, “No,” and gazed outside the window until your destination was reached. The last thing you’d do is fuel his ego.

————•————

The liquor in your hand led you around the party, half conscious. You knew it was dangerous—not only drinking—but splitting with Tsumu to get it. Though, you wouldn’t quite say you were in danger, you knew everyone here at least a little bit and was able to pinpoint who was who; but there was a specifically familiar face that caught your attention.

Osamu curled around a stumbling woman once he caught your eye and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, the other hand occupied by a drink as well.

“There y’are, what’s the famous _____ up to? Where’s ma brother?”

You took a sip as he mindlessly walked you around to catch up; you hadn’t been doing anything much, and you had no idea where your boyfriend was.

Speak of the devil, the two of you hit a corner and Tsumu was atop the marble kitchen counter conversing with Sakusa. He reverted his gaze to you, to Osamu, back to you, and cringed a little. It was like a face of disgust with a fake laugh at the end. You were sober enough to see it, but drunk enough for it to piss you off for the rest of the night.

————•————

You turn the knob to the radio up. Whether you were trying to distract yourself from the irritation bubbling in your throat or just ease your mind in general, Atsumu picked up on it. “Fake it till you make it” they’d say, except that you could only hide your emotions to an extent that the liquor would allow.

Having not payed attention to your surroundings, when Atsumu pulled into a scarce parking lot it caught you off guard. His large hand rotated along the leather until he shifted the stick to park, and with a click he locks the doors. If it wasn’t him you’d have assumed you were being kidnapped.

He twists to you, “Kay, what’s the problem?”

“Nuthin partner,” you exclaim with sarcasm dripping off your words. Even if it was a minor look that shouldn’t have bothered you, it did because of the alcohol. And him asking that (with no type of attitude or invalidating tone as if he had no idea) irritated you even more.

His gaze slides back to the windshield while he attempts to hide a growing smirk. It darts back to you in amusement.

“Ya wanna play that way? Alright sweetness.”

He presses down on a glowing button connected to his door that reclines his seat. You only look at him intently as he mimics you with crossed arms, shuffling a bit to flaunt himself getting comfortable before his eyes close.

You stare angrily at him. As angry as you could get when he rests the large cowboy hat over his face. Fuck, he was hot with the thick belt on display and the manspread he boasted.

“What the hell are you doing?” You deadpan anyway.

“Waitin ‘till ya decide to drop the attitude ‘n tell me what’s the matter,” he sighs back.

“Fine, whatever.”

You fall back harshly to the seat and revert your attention to nothing in the windshield. Out of pure spite you’d sit here and count the blades of grass. Which this Atsumu knew, but he’d rather have this than drive you home angry at him.

About five minutes of your hiatus pass. You’ve calmed a bit but not by much, and one of you has to give in. You turn to Atsumu’s resting figure and take a deep breath, asking, “Why did you look at me like that?” You were unsure if he was asleep or not.

“Like what? When?” He inquires. His voice is slightly muffled by the hat atop his face.

“I don’t know. You like, cringed at me or something.” Your shoulders hunched up in emphasis, “At the party when I walked in.”

It was silence, then he removed the hat from his face to reposition it on his head and sit upright. He turns to you over the console.

“You know I’d never look at ya like that.”

You just gazed at him incredulously. He came in closer. “If anything, you looked too damn good for ma brother’s grubby hands all on ya.”

Ohhh.

You were too stricken to realize how his arm being thrown over you looked having just split apart at the party. Or a slightly tipsy Osamu leading you around, the twin of your boyfriend.

“That’s what it was? You were jealous?” You quipped. This caught his attention.

His jaw ticked, and even though he knows the answer to the question, he’ll refuse to admit it. He hates that word.

Jealous. Jealous of what? He’s the recognized setter. He’s the one with fans in his dm’s (because Osamu ignores his). And he’s the one with you. “What is there to be jealous of?” he’d question himself and his sanity all the time. Hell, he was even born first.

And he wishes to believe that all the time, except that only one of the twins has dyed blonde hair. It sells him out. The urge to be separated— different, is a drive he’s had since he was a child.

Seeing someone with such importance to him in too close of presence to that one person he wanted to be different from fucked him up.

“Sure, but I wouldn’t say jealous.”

You nibbled the inside of your lip and raised a brow, “What would you say?”

“Hmm… irritated, maybe? I know how ya feel about me. It’s sure as hell not how you feel about him.”

“Do you really?” You teased him. “Do you know how I really feel about him?”

“Do I?” He parrots as a grunt. The atmosphere switches to sexual tension in the second it takes for his big brown eyes to scan you as if he was searching for any hint of truth in your words, eventually not finding any but the thought alone shoving him over the edge.

You’re not sure if you were feeling it before, or if it’s the liquor, but that’s how you climbed over the console and into his seat.

His hands were large enough to cover the span of your bottom, large enough to cup whatever he saw fit in those embedded bootcut jeans you’d been wearing all night, and strong enough to guide your hips onto him roughly.

He couldn’t even take his eyes from them. It was so bad that he felt like a 13 year-old again. But he couldn’t help it; not when you filled out the jeans better than the lady on the website and your ass practically waved goodbye at him each time you would turn. A deep groan falls from him at the memory.

His pinkish lips attach to the supple skin at your neck and redden until he sees fit. You tilt as he kisses the spot like he was relaxing it, then more wet ones trail downwards to the swell of your breasts. You arch upwards and away from him.

Your soft moans mixed with his deep ones cloud your vision. He admires you, copying your movements and leaning back to slowly grind you against himself. There was a tent growing in his jeans at the slot located beneath you.

The loud sound of a honk causes you to physically jolt on top of him and his eyes to find yours. Your back was pressed against the wheel.

It didn’t deter the rush of adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream, so you throw the hand that isn’t pressed against the cool window to your chest in shock.

“Holy shit,” you breathe— half a moan and half surprise. He just chuckles. No slick comment, no anything. You were going to say something else comedic about what happened and how badly of timing it was, but that darkness was already in his eyes and it seemed that he’d forgotten about the situation completely. Or if he hadn’t, he had priorities.

You come forward onto him and rotate your hips along the erection below you to the rhythm he set. You catch the sound that falls from his lips and notice the way his eyebrows deepen and eyes close.

Skipping the softness and diving into territory you knew like the back of your hand, it was so passionate, and everything was so sultry. You could feel the moment heating when you begin to feel his tongue on yours, his head leaning to accommodate for the space lost in your mouth, and his position shifting with you on top because it was more than he could handle to have you sitting directly on top of his strained length.

You pull off, mainly for air, but also to taunt him: “Sometimes, I imagine you with a different hair color. A warm grey, maybe?”

Instead of what you thought he’d say, something about how your anger earlier stemmed from sexual frustration, or an insult about how wet your pussy was for him instead of his brother, his eyes don’t even open. The only confirmation that he heard it was the furrow of his brows and the deep groan. He leans in again immediately to feel you on him and it seems he has dismissed the comment completely.

His breathlessness shows itself to you, asking for you to give him strength, oxygen, or whatever else it was that he needed to live. His lips are puffy and his eyelashes are long.

You intake his bottom lip between your teeth while your fingertips graze his fallen hair, and you cherish the sound he makes when it plops back into place. Your hands rotate to his jaw so your head can turn comfortably into his mouth.

You feel yourself slowly falling forward, but it’s just Atsumu descending to lay flat on his back. The hat ultimately proves this difficult so you take it upon yourself to remove it and rest it on the console.

Then you crawl off him, turn to face the steering wheel, and begin to unbuckle the large accessory and shimmy your small shorts down. The tight space complicates things, but Tsumu doesn’t mind.

When you attempt to twist back to your lover, he grabs your hips firmly, forcing you to stay with your back to him. You glance over your shoulder confused.

He stares back with a smug expression, eyes low and amused at what he’s about to say next.

“Don’t think I’ll forget about yer little comment.”

You think for a moment to pinpoint which one. “Keep yer back to me so you can imagine him all ya want. Maybe you’d prefer it if you were bouncing on his cock instead.”

Your eyes blow wide.

Never in a million years did he think he would become comfortable enough with the topic of jealousy to use it against you like this. But maybe, just maybe, you’ll come to your senses and beg for who’s right in front of (behind) you. There’s no way to lose here, considering he’s 100% secure with your love for him.

“Tsumu you know I didn’t-”

“Ah ah, you’ve made yer choice.”

As punishment, he crosses his arms, making it clear he wouldn’t be touching you. He was essentially allowing you to use him to imagine your supposed attraction to someone else. His twin.

Slowly, you reach behind yourself and feel around for the zipper of his jeans. The cool metal reaches your fingers.

He does lift his hips to push the jeans to his mid-thigh once you get it down, efficaciously leaving his length thick and tall between your fingers. The pads of your fingertips soothe up and down his skin when you begin to stroke him.

He makes it a point to ensure his sounds of pleasure are low. Since you teased him about Osamu, you can’t back out now, and it’s his job to make sure it never happens again.

If you were imagining anything, it was Atsumu’s twisted up face of pleasure. So, instead of going through the trouble of completely removing them, you push your panties to the side and hover above his red tip. And then you’re sinking, sucking him in, bringing him to lean on his elbows for support so he can see. You manage, “that feels good, Tsumu.”

“Osamu,” he rectifies sternly.

He knows what you’re doing. You can’t butter him up. With nothing but your own wetness, it is a long journey to reach the bottom; once you are, despite being filled all the same, the emotions aren’t right.

The words should have never left your mouth in the first place. Little did you know, his twin brother’s name grinded through Atsumu’s teeth when even he himself said it, triggering a train reaction that tightens his fists at his sides. There’s a distant frown on his face, a far contrast to what you’re imagining it is.

Hopefully helping to reverse your damage, your palms stretch around his knees, aiding to push you to drag your walls all the way up until your thighs clench. It erupts a curse out of him, but that’s all you get.

“Please touch me, Tsumu,” and your hands go back to search for his, and you find them, to place around your hips. You’re slightly breathless. “I was just messing around.”

The muscles tense before retracting back to where they were previously, earning a grunt from you. The newfound irritation drops you back down thigh-to-thigh. There was a slight burn, but nothing you couldn’t handle and nothing compared to the one in your chest.

“You know it’s always been you—” back up you go, “—There hasn’t been a situation where I even, fuck, accidentally picked him.” And down again. The slap of skin only gets louder and louder each time. He’s listening, you think.

“Please, I miss f-feeling you. You’re the only one I want.” Your ass jiggles with impact now that you’ve set a pace for yourself. But even then he ignores you and just watches the scene unfolding in front of him, calculating when you’d get tired.

He knows you’ll go until you can’t move and he doesn’t think you’ve ever gone this consistent pace before. You’ll run out of gas in due time.

Meanwhile, it takes a lot to maintain his composure when you’re bouncing in front of him. The pigtails practically ask for his hands to be wrapped around the ends, the length of your back is on display, and your thighs are more defined with your “exercise.” There’s a line of translucent white that connects you and thickens every time you come down. He can only imagine your tits if they were let from the confines of your top.

He’s trying to get you to crack, and you’re trying him, but only one can come out victorious. He concludes it’s him when a long grunt carries in the car and you start to slow right as the heat gathers in your tummy.

“Ugh, Atsumu…” you halt momentarily to correct your hands on his knees, “P-Please, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” And he can hear the pout in your voice. He doesn’t even want to think about your upturned eyebrows. Frankly, if he does, he may explode on the spot.

“Are ya really?” He tests. You’re happy just to hear his response.

“Yes.”

You drop your head forward, catching your breath and resulting to gyrating your hips along his waist. None of it matters in the end because you finally feel him rip your pigtail back.

In no more than a few seconds you’re bouncing again, both of his hands around your waist to help navigate your vertical movements. A fresh circuit brings power to your legs especially now that you’re doing less than half the work.

The moans and grunts are music to his ears. He can feel the car shift below him even more when he slams you down onto his thighs creating a red tint to the skin there, and it worsens when he gets to thrusting upwards, cutting you off halfway and finding deeper. His tip prods at your g-spot, right up against your front walls.

You don’t get to tell him. Releasing an animalistic noise and tightening up in the span of a second, the suddenness hits you hard. You squeeze his shaft as if milking him dry and your skin glistens with sweat. He loves watching you chase your high like he isn’t even there, but not more than when he drills into your cunt until you can’t take it. Maybe he should turn the air on in here.

When you’re done and come back to earth, you see a mix of your wetness dribbling down the side of him as your breaths feel like ten pound weights. You try again to turn around. He lets you, guiding the shift of your spin around on his tip and the process of finding somewhere to put your feet. You straddle him completely with them to the side of his hips.

You’re shocked when he kisses you, not gently but not as rough, bringing a hard hand down to your ass. Like he forgave you, but not quite.

“Think you can ride one more out f’me?” He caresses your legs.

You think about it. Honestly, your first reply is no, but there’s no better feeling than watching his facial expressions as you do it, and you didn’t get that luxury the last time. Your body may begin to run on its lactic acid because your legs are still trembling from the last orgasm; however, if it meant the sight, then you’d go until you collapsed. “Yes,” you breathe out.

And then you rise up to your toes with the little space you have, determined. With a slow drop and the slide back up, you moan together. “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sends another harsh slap to your cheek just to soothe it out when he’s done.

You watch his eyes flicker closed. His face is red with arousal and his chest was trying to contain the air about to pop out of his lungs. He was cursing under his breath some more.

You keep bouncing and lean forward over him, placing both hands on his cheeks while trying to keep your balance. At the feeling of your soft touch, his eyes blink open, eyebrows still sunken and the darkness clouding his vision.

“Look at me,” you command, hitting his balls every time you come down.

And he does just that, searching either eye above him, a toothy smile spreading across his face with his tired eyes. He laughs almost like it hurts (it does. One wrong move and there’ll be white painting your insides).

You laugh breathlessly too when his hand starts to move. Shifting your focus and following it, he grasps the folded top of the discarded cowboy hat to reach it up over your head. He presses down so it fits snugly.

Over the slapping, you hear him grunt: “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. Now yer my real cowgirl, yeah?”

Your head drops into his neck, as far as the hat would let you go. “You’re so annoying.” And despite the seemingly cruel words, you suddenly feel the twist in your tummy, tightening around him from trying to stop it coming so fast. A non-convincing, pathetic whimper falls from your lips.

“Yer still fuckin’ yerself on my cock though, aren’t you sugar?”

It may sound strained, but it’s still the aggravating, cocky Atsumu you knew underneath. “Sit up,” he demands.

You do, feeling no self-consciousness as your entire body and spread legs are on display for him with the exception of your chest. On that note, he undoes the buttons faster than you’ve ever seen. Your hands propel you since being placed on your knees when the flannel falls past your shoulders, leaving the regular black bra underneath for him to push past.

He loved it. You’re like a painting, ruined for him, but that’s what makes it art right? The emotion behind it?

“Tsumu, ’m g-gonna come.”

There’s a million things going through his head: that he’s about to as well; that when you get home, he’s coming in right behind you; that your breasts look so pretty bouncing in front of him like the rest of you; but in your head, there’s one thing only. The pressure built that is almost at its peak. “Ya think Osamu knows how to play witcha like this? How to fuck ya like this?”

You shake your head no. He looks so determined watching you, it doesn’t shock you when he hastily raises upright and wraps a hand around your breast. His thumb continuously rolls over your nipple. “My name is the only one you’ll scream, ever. Ain’t that right?”

You don’t see the other that has crept up between your open legs, now pinching and prodding at your clit. Weakly, you nod yes.

“What was that?”

“Yes! F-Fuck yes.”

He looks up at you in your eyes, like he’s trying to reach the deepest part of you with his next words. “Let me see you.”

Your hands relocate to his neck desperately. One thing you can say about Atsumu during sex, he’s extremely vocal. And isn’t afraid to say anything. “I’m—”

“—Come all over me, baby, ya earned it. I’ll fuck this pretty pussy just how ya like when we get home.”

The crazy part is, it wasn’t even the encouragement that sent you over the edge. No, it was when both his hands locked around your hips, dragged you all the way down until you were against his pelvis, then rocked you back and forth, rubbing right into your sensitive nerves with the depth you couldn’t reach before and right along your clit. You threw your head back, crying his name.

It’s a chain reaction because all of his muscles tighten simultaneously, as well as his balls, and his cock twitches strong inside of you. You moan again at the feeling of his cum spreading through you. “Fuck.”

He’s still in a state of bliss when you sink into him, spurting out more than you think he ever has. It fills you up full, but you don’t move. You both stay there for a moment, catching your breaths.

The window is fully fogged over so you draw a little heart.

“Don’t move,” he pleads. “It’s worse fer you than it is fer me.”

You wiggle a bit, feeling everything else move inside. You see what he means. “We have to get up set some point before we fall asleep,” you return. There’s just a groan back.

Reaching over into the glove department, you retrieve some takeout napkins that have piled up over the months. You mentally prepare yourself to move.

It’s not enough because you both moan loudly when you raise up, only waiting a moment before white comes falling out of you in heaps onto his angry red, engorged cock. “Shit,” he grins tiredly. “That’s a lot.”

You only look at him. “You’re gonna override my birth control, dipshit.”

He adds languidly, “Oh well. Take 2 to cancel it out this time? Maybe?”

That’s not how it works.

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You Can Leave Your Hat On: Part 2 of 3

Summary: It was the second night of his Texas concert. And you were beginning to understand he appeal of cowboy hats.

Idol! Hobi X BlackfemReader

Warnings: Smut. Flirting. Dom(Hobi). Sub(reader). Brat tamer Hobi. Heavy petting in public spaces. Creampies( wrap it up don’t be silly). Dirty Talk. Reader has a potty mouth just like Hobi. (Will update as story progresses.)

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Jung Hoseok had been an absolute menace on the stage. No wait you were mistaken, Jay had been the menace and you were 100% sure he had done it on purpose. Right now you were backstage once again, he was getting his makeup and hair touched up before he went over to his send off. You were off to the side of the room hanging out by the team members who were in charge of getting his wardrobe together. They were busy putting items away when you spotted the Stetson.

Before you were even realizing it your hands were reaching for it.

“Did you want to keep it with you? I’m sure Hoseok씨 wouldn’t mind.” The nice staff member was completely unaware of exactly what she had just offered you but you smiled at them in thanks. Quickly you took the hat and held it close to your chest getting out of their way so they could continue their job.

A familiar pair of brown eyes tracked the entire exchange in the mirror. They watched the way your fingers gripped the hat as if it was a sort of special lifeline.

“All done, Lee씨 will come get you when it’s time.”

Hoseok nodded, smiling softly at the staff as they walked away. Leaning into the mirror under the guise of checking his makeup. Really it was to get a look at you and your reaction to his hat. He had an inkling that you were a fan of it, but a little more so now after his performance.

Army’s screams on the stage had been a little bit louder when he mentioned the hat, and he even saw you. The way you were jumping up and down had been clear as day. He has made a mental note to ask for it after the concert but you seemed to have beat him to it. Standing from the chair, Hoseok gave his outfit one more look, adjusting his pants slightly then making his way over toward you.

You look up upon hearing someone approaching and hold your arms open, forever mindful of the Stetson when you saw it was your boyfriend. “Baby you did so well!”

Hoseok laughed at your reaction to him and wrapped his arms tightly around your sides, your arms making their home around his neck. He could feel his hat bumping a bit against his back. “Thank you, I saw you from the stage.”

Your eyes opened wide in surprise. “What?! Really? You could see me?!” You were a bit surprised because it really wasn’t all that close to the stage. Not as far as the 3rd tier of the arena but still not that close either.

“Yeah I saw you jumping around a few times, even dancing along with us during C.N.S.” He laughed a bit more and one of his arms left your side as his hand waves up and down frantically as if to mimic the way he saw you jumping. “I can recognize your silhouette anywhere.”

You drop your head to his chest and an embarrassed laughter bubbles from your lips. “Oh my god you did see me!”

You feel Hoseok's arm find its place back around your body and he gently guides you both away from the people around them and to a quiet corner with a couple of chairs tucked out of the way. Sitting down he takes your free hand and pulls you in his lap. Causing you both to laugh.

Getting comfortable you drape your legs across his lap, and lean back into his chest. One of his arms coming up and wrapping around your hips and you feel his fingers tug playfully at your belt loops. As he asks ,“You know what you want for dinner?”

“Umm..”

Hoseok watches as your fingertips idly trace the soft material of the Stetson clearly getting lost in thought of your dinner possibilities. Leaning over he places his elbow on the armrest and bends his arm resting his chin upon his curled up hand. He slowly takes in the vision that was his girlfriend. The passion twist that cascaded down your back, was becoming one of his favorite hairstyles on you—even though he said it about every single one of your hairstyles, he still meant it. He moves his eyes down to take in you wearing one of the tour's oversized hoodies but from the way it fit your body, especially how it was a little tighter in the chest as well as your hips he has a feeling you had swiped his own.

“Is that my hoodie?”

You look down at the fabric then back up at him a mischievous grin on your face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes flick down to your grin then back up to your eyes. His expression is so calm but the words he speaks are the complete opposite. “That’s the second time you’ve played dumb today, who knew a few weeks without dick would turn you into such a brat?”

You can feel your face growing hot from embarrassment and you quickly look around fearing that someone might have heard him, but you realize nobody was anywhere near you two. Turning back you hiss at him in the low whisper. “Hobi!”

Someone could have heard him, but that wasn’t going to stop him from saying what he wanted to around you. It was cute you thought he would. The hand he had hooked into your belt loop moved away and slid up the back of your—his hoodie, caressing your skin softly. “Why do you have my hat precious?”

Your gaze shifts down to the hat in your lap, your fingers twitching around the brim. You wanted to answer him but the words were caught up in your throat. Hoseok was the more adventurous type out of the two of you, more comfortable with public displays than you were. Sure you can sit in his lap, and cuddling was also another one you were okay with, but openly talking about your desires—it was a no for you dawg.

His eyes narrow when silence stretches between the both of you. This had been something he was working on with you. Your communication skills were excellent, your conversation would be about everything and nothing. You had worked your way onto his list of people he didn’t have to pretend with, someone he could just be himself with. Especially in the bedroom, but he had noticed there were a lot of things ‘he’ wanted to do. You never spoke up about your needs and when you did actually do it, it was because he had to force the information out of you. He couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy doing it though, a person could only take on so many hours of edging. Your breaking point just so happened to be around 5 hours—which was time you guys unfortunately didn’t have.

“I asked you a question.”

Your teeth nibble at your lower lip, as your nerves begin to get the best of you. Hoseok was starting to get that tone in his voice again, one you had become very familiar with of the course of your relationship. You knew it wouldn’t end so well for you if you didn’t say something soon, but you just couldn’t. So instead you shrug your shoulders, looking away.

“You don’t know…?”

You shake your head in response, you can feel his eyes burning holes into the side of face, but you refuse to look.

“Okay…” Hoseok snatched the Stetson from your hands, “I’ll return it to wardrobe.”

You head snapped back to him so fast that part of him was worried you might have given yourself a bit of whiplash. Hoseok could tell by your face that you wanted to tell him something, but you continued to keep your mouth shut—guess he had to give you a bit of an incentive.

“Actually maybe I should sign it and give it to an Army” he purposely looks at the hat now admiring the thing with false contemplation.

You were ashamed to admit how quickly jealousy settled into chest at his words. You never wanted to come between Hoseok and his love for Army, that was a bond even stronger than yours—but he got you fucked up if he thinks you’d let him give that away.

“The hell you will!”

You ripped the Stetson out of his hold with a quickness and held it far out of his reach. If looks could kill Hoseok would definitely be six feet under right now. But he could only laugh at your aggressive display, and wrap both of his arms around your waist, squeezing you closer to his chest—peppering soft kisses to your face to ease your ire.

“I’m kidding, baby I won’t let anyone take your hat. I know you like it on me.”

“You do?” You peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Still a little peeved at his ‘joke’ but intrigued.

“You can’t hide anything from me.”

The desire in Hoseok’s eyes had you quickly looking away, that same desire also pulling into your belly. You bring the Stetson back to your chest as if it would serve as some sort of barrier between you and him. You wouldn’t put it past Hoseok to try something here surrounded by everyone, he’s done it before, but you at least have pants on this time. No chance of those hands wandering to places they shouldn’t—you didn’t exactly realize how far up Hoseok’s hand had traveled, but feeling his nimble fingers tracing the lace of your bra has you holding your breath.

Hoseok couldn’t help himself, he always had this intense need to have his hands on you in some way, honestly it was as if his hands had a mind of their own sometimes. Earlier in the relationship there would be times he had to physically dig his fingernails into his palms just to stop from reaching for you. However nowadays he does not do such things. He never holds himself back when it comes to you and he can’t wait until you are able to do the same with him. “Nothing to be ashamed of…”

The hand on your skin now was rubbing along your lower back in soothing circles. Easing your nerves and your mind—your body subconsciously relaxing into him further, “But ho—“

“No buts, it is perfectly normal baby.”

You lay your head on his shoulder with snort, snuggling into the crook of his neck. “Asking you to fuck me while wearing a cowboy hat is not normal Hobi.” The hand stilling its movements on your back should have been your first clue. And the deep, slow breaths your boyfriend suddenly took should have been your second that something was off.

Hoseok realized immediately that you two were NOT on the same page. This entire time he was just trying to get you to admit that you got a little horny because of how he looked in the Stetson, but really you were trying to figure out how to ask him to fuck you in it. He was out here playing checkers while you, his sweet, sweet baby, was playing chess. Hoseok had to take several calming breaths to keep his inhibitions in check before he allowed himself to speak again.

“You want me to keep it on…?”

You nod your head at his words, your nose brushing against his neck softly. You look down at the hat still clutched within your grasp and your mind slowly wanders. Thinking of all the possibilities has you biting your lip as your desires quickly start infiltrating every corner of your mind.

“I see…” Hoseok looks past you when something catches his attention. He can see Lee flagging him down from a distance, letting him know it was time. He was thankful for the distraction because if you weren’t out of his lap soon he’s going to be labeled as an exhibitionist and split you open on his cock despite who the fuck was around. A little heavy petting underneath a table was nothing compared to what he wanted to do to you now. He could feel his cock twitch as it slowly swelled up more. It was definitely time to tap into that self control of his because his hands need to be off your body now or the send off would be in danger of being cancelled.

His hand leaving your skin had you straightening up and turning around, you spy’d Mr.Lee off to the side waiting and that jump started you into moving off of Hoseok's lap and stepping away. You watch as Hoseok slowly stands up, his arms coming high above his head into a stretch. The jersey he wore rose up a bit from his movements and your eyes quickly dropped down to see if you got at least a peak of skin, but what greeted you instead was the bulge from his hard on. You had no idea he had even gotten like that, your position across his lap having been more on his thighs then his actual crotch. With wide eyes you quickly glance back up to his face only for the man to throw you a playful wink.

You look away at his cheeky display, but it doesn’t stop the smile from reaching your lips. “I’ll just wait here for you.”

“Actually why don’t you head back first?”

You blink and tilt your head to the side a bit curious at the sudden change of plans, you always rode back to the hotel with him. “Oh? Have something to do?”

Hoseok shakes his head and steps around you, his hand tapping your ass lightly as he does so. Turning towards you he slowly backs away and begins walking backwards towards Mr.Lee, “No, I just don’t trust myself in a car alone with you right now.”

Hoseok’s words have your jaw dropping open, as you gape at him. “W-what?”

“You deserve a bed after so long, not a quickie in the back seat. Also make sure to take the Stetson with you…”

You stare in disbelief as Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows and pursing his lips in a kiss, blowing it in your direction before turning around and jogging the remaining distance to Mr.Lee.

You watch as they walk away, even as Hoseok gestures to you clearly telling the stoic man of your need for a different mode of transportation home. And you continued to watch him even as another security guy approached you waiting to take you back to the hotel in a car alone because Jung Hoseok didn’t want to fuck you in the backseat of the SUV. Not to mention he specifically told you to bring along the cowboy hat.

If the security guard leading you out to the reserved parking lot saw the way you were holding the Stetson like it was a fragile piece of merchandise he ignored it. He also minded his own business when you started muttering about saving a horse.

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pomefiore pirates/seven au!

pomefiore had a super vague theme in my mind compared to the other 2 dorms i've done, regal and fancy, which doesn't give me much to work with. surprisingly so far they're my favorite of the bunch i've designed and feel pretty coordinated which was what i wanted.

more under cut (i figured out how to do it + got a lil rambly)

vil -> he took me the longest to design and is the one i'm least pleased with out of the three of them, if i changed anything it'd be his top, that is the main thing that bothers me. but putting that aside i wanted to keep his regal 'i'm better than you' vibe hes kinda got, his dress (cape?) thing drags behind him and is made of raven feathers which is a reference to the evil queen's pet raven. his design was pulled heavily from his dorm uniform which is one of the things that bothers me but overall he looks cute.

he's more of a singer than an actor in this au since i don't think as a sea fairing pirate theres gonna be too many people wanting you to act in their plays. vil tends to work at the mostro lounge at times, either to repay a favor or for his own benefit, singing songs and sometimes when the mostro lounge puts on a performance he'll play a part in it too.

ortho has taken an interest in vil and the two chat whenever they're both there, mainly when idia just meets up with azul to play their games, but the two of em have become friendly. vil teaches ortho how to sing or act and ortho pays attention (drama club canon wow)

rook -> his design was based on his masquerade outfit which made my job super easy. the leather armor, or protection, on his left arm is the protect his arm from the drawstring of his bow whenever he shoots which was a fun bit to add. his collection of vials and the bottle on his belt i took from his science clubwear, then there's his hat, the black feather on his hat is actually a raven feather from vil's outfit.

i can imagine rook showing up to every one of vils performances at the mostro lounge cuz that's just how he is. floyd hates him, whenever rook shows up at the lounge its hard to find floyd which only spurs rook to harass floyd further even if his actions are motivated by curiosity.

i think how rook went from being apart of savannaclaw crew to pomefiore probably went like a couple of fights, vil threatens to kill him and then rook is just like "wow!!!!!! beaute!!" then he joins them or smth ill figure it out

epel -> another easy one since he has a masquerade outfit, his scarf and socks were made by his grandma before he joined vils crew. his design is pretty simple compared to the rest of them but i like it, the tassel on his belt is from his dorm uniform and the gloves were taken from his masquerade outfit. i pulled his hair into a half ponytail hairstyle(?) which just clicked w/ me.

epel does a lot of the heavy work around the ship despite being oh so small and while he doesn't mind going to the mostro lounge it isn't his favorite place. i can see it being too fancy for his taste.

anyways 3/7 dorms done! i might do ramshackle for funsies but characters like the staff and other students/family depends on my mood.

[dreamsgalore]

Star-Crossed Chapter Four (Supernova) - NSFW [Suguru Geto x Reader]

Summary: [adj] (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. not favored by the stars. ill-fated. refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.experienced! suguru geto x inexperienced! reader

❥ status: completed

❥ content warnings: explicit sexual content. smut. dom/sub undertones. fem! reader. shy reader. light angst. dirty talk. unprotected sex. loss of virginity. light size kink. cunnilingus. light mentions of blood. pet names. inexperience. virginity mention. teasing. m&f orgasm. kind suguru. fluff at the end. praise kink.

❥ note: This story takes place before the Hidden Star Plasma Vessel Arc of JJK> It's also more of an AU, taking place when all characters are 18+.

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Two weeks had gone by since your last encounter with Suguru. The two of you decided to take things slow, not wanting to rush the big moment but to let it happen naturally. Since then, you’ve been going out on more dates around town with him. He had been fairly busy with his work at Jujutsu High and he managed to have some off time today, planning a picnic in a nearby park with you and later, a small get-together with his friends at a karaoke club.

 You’ve only met Gojo and Shoko a handful of times but you never got bad vibes from them. In fact, they were very sweet to you. You wanted to get to know them better. You wanted to be involved in Suguru’s personal life more but there always seemed to be a thin wall keeping you from getting too close. Like there was something he was trying to protect you from. You didn’t understand his logic exactly, but you didn’t want to pry. 

You instead chose to focus on what was happening at the moment which was you and Suguru walking side-by-side around the park to find the right spot to set up. He had picked the perfect day to step out for lunch. The weather was comfortably warm and the clouds were out enough to shield you from the bright sunrays. You chose to wear a ruffled white floral print sundress that touched your mid-thigh, a rounded sun hat to provide some shade, and all-white sneakers to match. 

The theme today must’ve been floral as Suguru’s outfit consisted of a white button-up with a floral print etched up the sides and oversized shorts that were held up only by a belt. The thin fabric of his shirt already left little to the imagination but to top it off, he only buttoned it halfway, the wind exposing more of his chest every time it blew. He looked so handsome!

“Hey, (y/n). Do you think this a good enough spot?” He asks, pointing to a grassy area amongst the trees.

“It’s perfect! Let’s get everything set up!” 

Suguru takes the blanket he was carrying with him and unravels it, spreading it out so that you could take a seat. Taking his place beside you, you start to unpack the lunch you made from your basket. Suguru watches you attentively, admiring your radiant beauty. He lifts a hand up to stroke your cheek and you pause.

“What’s up, Sugu?” 

“Nothing. You just look so beautiful today.” He whispers, leaning to kiss your sweet lips. 

You blush and look away, pouting, “Baby, not in public! People will stare!”

He snorts at this, “Let them stare! If I wanna kiss my little munchkin then I should be able to.”

“M-Munchkin!?” You yelp, embarrassed by this new pet name he gave you. He bursts out into a thunderous fit of laughter and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“You don’t like my new name for you? I’m wounded!” He plants wet smooches on your cheeks, making you squirm in his hold as you try to escape. 

“Suguru, please-!” You grab his shoulders and put some distance between the two of you, “You’re making me shy!”

“I think it’s cute.” He hums, finally letting you go so you can recollect yourself. You fix your dress, giving him a flick to his nose to teach him a lesson. He smiles, taking amusement in your flustered state.

“You’re so mean.” 

“Sorry! You look so adorable when you get all worked up.”

You huff and snatch one of the sandwiches you made, taking a big bite out of it. Suguru follows your lead, grabbing the other and munching on it quietly. After a while, you both just take in the calming atmosphere of the field you’re currently in. You thought about your relationship with Suguru and how much you loved him, but that looming feeling of worry began to consume you once more as thought about whether or not he trusted you. That divide you felt made you more self-conscious than anything. 

Was there a reason he didn’t want you to know that side of him? Did he love you the same way you loved him? All this questions lingered on your mind while Suguru quietly snacked on his meal. You felt as if a weight had been dropped on your head from the anxiety you felt about this whole ordeal. You wanted to speak out, to be reassured that you were overthinking everything and had nothing to worry about. But you were too afraid to ask.

 As if he had sensed a change in the air, Suguru turned his head to look at you. His expression unreadable. It looked as if he were staring right through you. There was twinge of sorrow in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Sugu?” You cocked your head to the side. 

“I should be asking you that, hun.” He touches your shoulder briefly and you swear you feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.

You look down at your lap and fumble with your fingers, “It’s nothing, Suguru.”

“Babe, I rather you be honest with me. I won’t push it if you really don’t want to say anything but I can tell you want to.” He smiles encouragingly, “What’s on your mind?”

You go silent for a moment or two. 

“Suguru, sometimes I worry about you. Sometimes I feel like there’s secrets you keep from me. Not that having secrets is a bad thing but I just worry you feel like you need to hide parts of your life from me. You don’t have to though, Sugu! I want to be able to support you in every way. We’re in this together, right?”

Suguru studies you. There was so much he wanted to tell you. He wish he could let you know about his world. The world of curses and sorcerers. The world of exorcising and consuming the beasts that unknowingly plague society. The creatures that sometimes plague you, latching onto your back and draining you like a demon. It pained him seeing these curses grow out of you regularly because of your anxious nature. He knew you couldn’t help it. He exorcised each and every one, swallowing them if it meant you’d be relieved of your ache. 

He wish he could tell you. Maybe he could eventually but now wasn’t the right time. Not now.

“Right.” He inches back, holding a glowing orb in his hand that'd he save for later, “I’ll try to do better, sweetheart. Forgive me.”

Suguru felt bad for making you feel you’ve been left out of his life. He never noticed how much of a wall he built between the two of you. It was for protection, to keep you safe from the harmful world of Jujutsu. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you ended up hurt or worse. You were the light of his life and he wanted to keep you unaware for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure you soft heart could handle the intense knowledge of curses or how they’re produced. 

“Look at the time, babe. We gotta get going if we’re going to make it to the karaoke bar in time.”

You gasp, “You’re right! Let’s go!”

You jump up and Suguru follows your lead, helping you pack up the blanket and remaining food into your basket. He then takes your hand and starts in the direction of the karaoke bar. It wasn’t far, so you opted to walk as opposed to taking public transport. It had only taken about ten minutes to reach the bar where Gojo and Shoko were standing out front, waving to the two of you.

“Suguru! (y/n)! What’s up?” Shoko chirped, a lit cigarette dangling between her lips, “You two are late.”

Suguru snorts, “Only by two minutes.”

Gojo grins, “Still late. C’mon! I’m getting bored out here. I wanna listen to some tunes.”

The white-haired man strolls into the bar carelessly, leaving the rest of you behind. Shoko puts out her cigarette and enters as well. Suguru turns to you and you look up at him, a soft smile on your face. Suguru pats your head and leads you inside the building where the four of you meet up inside the private room you rented. Gojo had already placed an order for some drinks and sweets while Shoko scrolled through the songs available. Suguru had took a seat beside you and handed you a microphone much to your surprise.

“Are you going to sing, babe? I think it’d be a lot fun.” Suguru beamed.

“B-But Sugu-!” You clench your hands around the mic, “What if I mess up? I’m gonna be embarrassed…”

“Don’t be, (y/n)! Besides, I’m sure you have a beautiful voice. I’ve heard you hit certain notes before easily.” He purrs suggestively, your cheeks heating up, “I can help if you want.”

“Really?”

He nods and pulls you into his lap, “Sing something. Anything you want.”

You let out a shaky sigh and start to sing into the microphone, hearing your voice echoed throughout the area. Your tune was relatively steady and your pitch was perfect in the mid-range but the high note is where your voice got rocky. It was coming up and before you could stop, Suguru dragged his hands up your thighs, very close to your sensitive flower and a note you never thought you could hit squeezes from your throat. Your face was burning red.

“See? Told ya.”

“Get a room guys. We’re here to sing!” Gojo grunts, selecting a song for him and Shoko. 

Suguru laughs, “Sorry, guys.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and lets your body fall into his chest. He holds you close, snuggling his face into your neck as the two of you wait your turn to pick a song. The rest of the night was spent singing your hearts out without a care. Suguru and Gojo had a hilarious duet that you and Shoko got a kick out of and on top of that, you had an incredible solo that earned you a standing ovation from your small group of friends. Overall, the night was exciting and fun and you were glad that you decided to tag along. 

Eventually, the time had ran up on the room you all rented and you had to take your leave. Instead of going home, however, the four of you decided to take a stroll down the busy street. It was close to eight o’clock and none of you wanted to call it night just yet. 

“Hey guys! We should go to a club!” Gojo suggests.

“The club? (Y/N) and I aren’t even dressed to go to a club.” Suguru motions towards what you both were wearing. 

“Ah, who cares! Won’t matter when we’re all dancing anyways!” Gojo laughs, “Plus, I have a fake ID. We could get lit and forget all about it.”

Suguru rolls his eyes, “And where’d you get that from?”

Gojo snickers, “I have my sources.”

"That actually sounds fun, Gojo. I needed this break.” Shoko muses, taking out a fresh cigarette and lighter.

“I guess we could stick around a little longer. What do you say, (y/n)?” Suguru peers at you and you nod.

“It sounds great to me!”

Gojo jumps with excitement, “Hell yeah! There’s a club with great music just down the street-”

His phone goes off. Everyone’s phone goes off except your own. They all look at each other knowingly but you seemed to be the only one left out of what was going on. Gojo takes out his flip phone and reads whatever is on his screen. Shoko and Suguru do the same.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Their timing couldn’t be any worse.” Gojo growls, clearly upset about the message relayed to him.

“So much for a day off.” Shoko hums, blowing smoke from her nose as she sighs tiredly.

Suguru remains quiet. He was tense and looked to be just as upset as Gojo. Why couldn’t it be any other day? Why today? He just wanted more time. 

“Suguru, hang back on this one.”

Suguru’s eyes widen as he turns to Gojo who’s giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Gojo, you know I can’t do that.”

“I’m serious, Suguru. Shoko and I can handle it. It’s not like it’s a special grade or anything. Besides, you gotta make sure (y/n) gets home safe. It’s getting late.”

He was right. Suguru didn’t want to send you off into the night by your lonesome. It wasn’t safe. He didn’t want to let you out of his sight. With a tight squeeze of your hand, he gives in. 

“Okay, Gojo. I’ll go but make sure you call back up. Just in case.”

“I understand.” Gojo grins at you and ruffles your hair with his massive hand, “See ya later, (y/n)! It was nice seeing you again. Hopefully we can hang out longer next time.”

Shoko waves at you, “We’ll meet again, (y/n)! Let’s go shopping next time, yeah?”

“Yeah! Definitely! See you guys.” You hide your pain behind a gentle smile. 

Suguru says his goodbyes to his friends and the two of you head off in the opposite direction. Flagging down a passing taxi, Suguru opens the door for you and let’s you take your seat before he slides next to you. The ride home was uncomfortably silent. Usually, this kind of silence would never bother you as it came from a mutual understanding between the two of you. This was different, though. It was awkward and shrouded completely in mystery for you at least.

“We’re here.”

Your thought was interrupted by Suguru’s voice. You looked out the window to see the taxi had parked itself in front of your complex. Suguru quietly pays the driver and escorts you out the vehicle and up to your apartment. He treaded slowly behind you as if he were being bogged down by a weight attached to his ankle. He was seemingly lost in his own thoughts. 

Unlocking your front door, you step inside your poorly lit living room and flick the lights on. You set down your picnic items you’ve been carrying around and take a seat at your dining room table. The tension was high and for the wrong reasons. What was going on and why did everyone feel the need to keep it from you? It hurt your feelings more than anything. You didn’t understand.

“Listen, (y/n). I know this all is very confusing for you. It’s for your own safety that some parts of my life, you’re left out of.”

“I-I don’t understand, Suguru. Why can’t you tell me?” You whisper, “D-Do you not trust me?”

Suguru shakes his head and settles on his knees in front of you, stroking your hand gently, “It’s not like that. I promise. It’s just…dangerous.”

Tears begin to well in your eyes and Suguru frowns, upset with himself for making you cry. He was on the verge on cracking and spilling his guts to you, but there was still something holding him back. 

“What have you gotten yourself into that you can’t even tell me , Sugu?”

He didn’t know how to answer. How could he without seeming unreasonable? He hated seeing you like this. Especially when it’s because of him and his loyalty towards his fellow Jujutsu brethren.

“I wish I could tell you, baby. It’s my duty to keep people like you safe and one of the ways we do that is by keeping certain secrets. I want to tell you everything but I’m afraid it would do more harm than good…Please, try to see it from my perspective. I know it’s difficult, but, please…”

You wipe your eyes as your tears begin to stain your cheeks and Suguru’s heart sinks into his chest. He never put much thought into how much damage could come out of hiding his life as a sorcerer from his loved ones. That was his mistake and now he was on the verge of losing you because it. Making you cry like this was a sin in itself but to lose a kind-hearted and loving person like you? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Listen, (y/n). I-I love you. I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. I just want you to be safe and sound. Please try to understand.”

Suguru stands and brings you into a swift kiss, the taste of your salty tears lingering on his tongue.

“Please, sweetheart. Forgive me. Please-”

The dire kiss deepens and he embraces you firmly, keeping you from squirming your way out of his arms. The liplock was desperate and pleading, laced with regret and shame. You whimpered into his mouth as he plants more kisses to your lips, practically smothering you in affection as a form of apology for his wrongdoings. For making you cry and doubting his love even for a second.

Balling your hands into fists, you grip his shirt as you start to lose yourself in his touch. You couldn’t even respond to his confession of love he was holding you so tight. All you could do was melt into him and reciprocate his love through your lips. The situation was quickly becoming heated, your hands wandering over his form until you reach the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it to get his attention. 

Suguru notices this and breaks the kiss for a moment to see your glistening eyes peering up at him with absolute want. You yank his shirt once more and he gets the hint, lifting the fabric off his body until he was shirtless before you. Your small hands flow up the bumpy surface of his abs to his slim waist and his muscles quiver underneath your curious touch. You needed him badly judging by your lustful appearance, and who was he to deny you?

Unable to resist your temptation, Suguru drags you back into the heavy kiss and slides his hands down to your thighs, eagerly hoisting you up out your seat and into his arms. To steady yourself, you throw your arms around his neck and straddled his waist, surprised that he lifted you with such ease. 

He then effortlessly carries you from your living area to your bedroom, the only source of light coming from the pink fairy lights you had strewn over your bed. You must’ve forgotten to turn them off when you left out this afternoon.

Now standing by the foot of your bed, Suguru gives you one last loving smooch before dropping you down onto your mattress carelessly. Your body bounces against it and he wastes no time in crawling over the top of you, letting his hands caress every inch of skin he could before grabbing at the fabric of your sundress, nearly ripping it off your form until you were only clad in your lacy panties and bra. 

You gasp at his rough handling of you and cover yourself partially with your blanket. You’d been naked in front of him before but you were suddenly feeling self conscious about his sharp eyes ogling you like they are now. He notices this and stops for a moment to calm down. It slipped his mind this would be your first time doing something like this and that he still needed to take it slow. 

“I wanna eat your pussy again, babe. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that day.” He starts tugging the lace down your legs, waiting for your full consent, “Will you let me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You lift your hips to aid him in pulling your undies off, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed. 

He moans at your enthusiasm and settles himself between your thighs, nipping at the flesh until purplish marks formed. Holding your legs open, he latches straight onto your clit and you arch upwards, your mouth falling open at the sudden rush you felt. Your hand shot down to his thick hair, coiling itself in the black strands as his tongue starts to work over the swollen bud. 

“Mnn, Suguru! P-Please-” Your thighs shut themselves against his ears and he chuckles, opting to hold your hips instead as they start to buck in tandem with his tongue. 

With your wild movements, it was becoming difficult to keep his mouth attached but he managed, using some of his strength to hold you down against the bed where he wanted you. He could tell you weren’t going to last much longer but he wanted to prep you for what was going to come. He brings one of his hands up to your sopping cunt, gently teasing your little opening with his thick finger. You suck in a deep breath of air and whimper, a soft smirk appearing over his features at your reaction.

“May I?” His raspy voice vibrates against your hypersensitive bundle of nerves and you shake. 

“I-Is it going to hurt, baby?” You whispered to him, looking down at him as he gathered your juices on his index and middle fingers.

“It shouldn’t. Besides, I need to stretch this tight, little cunt out if you’re gonna take me.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your core earning a gasp from you, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You nod aggressively, “O-Okay, Sugu.”

He hums and continuously strokes the length of your slit with his rough digits, lubing them up with your fluids before prodding his middle finger at your opening. Without much resistance, his finger easily slides into your hole and you wince, not expecting it to feel as invasive as it did. Suguru strokes your thigh with his free hand to soothe your nerves.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” He returns his lips to your neglected clit and sucks on it hungrily, easing his finger in and out of your moist walls warily, “Take it.”

The feeling was foreign; a completely new experience for you. You never felt pleasure this deep inside of you before and it was numbing all your senses. Your walls flutter helplessly around his fingers as they try to adjust. A series of breathy gasps follow with every pump and Suguru takes pleasure in your weak sounds. He keeps the pace consistent aside from his shaky hand jerking occasionally, resulting in a loud, drawn-out cry from you.

Wanting to see if you could take more, he inserts another finger and scissors them, watching your body twist as if he commanded it to do so. By this point, your gooey essence was leaking over the stretch of his hand and the obscene squelching of your wetness echoed in the air. Your cunt clamped against his fingers as you start to feel those sparks in your lower belly again. 

“Shit, you’re taking my fingers so well. You might be ready for my cock, sweetheart.” Suguru puts more force behind his fingers, egging you on, “Cum all over my face and I’ll let you have it. Be a good girl for me.”

Your whole body burned at his praise and you released, his poor fingers crushed as your cunt spasms around them. Suguru took a deep breath to compose himself, your orgasm getting him more excited than it should’ve. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the red tip pearling with precum at your little display. 

As you come down from your high, Suguru moves back up the bed so he’s face-to-face with you again. He observes your current state, thinking how your post-orgasmic bliss was one of the sexiest things he’s ever witnessed. Cupping your flushed cheek with his hand, he traces his thumb over soft lips and slowly slides it between, settling it on the surface of your tongue. You absentmindedly suckle it, letting your tongue swirl around it’s shape carefully. Suguru bites his lip and swallows.

“Fuck, change of plans. Think you can do that on my dick, babe?” His voice comes out as a strained whisper.

You give an unsure nod, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s okay. I’ll walk you through it. We’ll take it at your pace.”

Suguru removes his thumb from your mouth and slides out of bed so that he’s standing at the edge. You move as well and settle yourself on your knees. He undoes his belt and pants, letting them drop along with his boxers until his hardened cock springs free from its confines. He grabs himself and strokes passively, signaling you with his other hand.

“Get closer, hun.”

You nod and get on all fours, sensually crawling over to him. His eyes follow you and he sucks his teeth once you fix yourself in front of him.

“You’re such a tease, y’know that?” He grips your chin, still stroking himself with his occupied hand.

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I don’t know what you mean, Sugu.”

“Minx.” He guides your face to his length and you freeze like a deer in headlights. He strokes your jawline and smirks, “What’s wrong, baby? Not much to say now, hm ?”

He releases you and you avoid his eyes, making him chuckle. He leans forward to kiss your forehead, “Can you touch it for me? Like this?”

He shows you how he’s handling himself and you nod. It seems easy enough. Anxiously, you replace his own grip and wrap your hand around the base of his dick.  It felt heavy and thick and the only thought you had was how was it going to fit it inside of you. As if Suguru read your mind, he smiles and says, “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit.”

You start to match his movements from earlier, slowly pumping him in the fist of your small hand. He moans softly at this and angles his hips closer to you, “That’s it. Wanna try putting your tongue on it?”

You follow his lead and slip your tongue out, giving the reddened head of his cock soft, kitten licks. You could taste the mild saltiness of his precum on your taste buds. He lets out an even louder moan this time and you shudder as a chill runs up your spine. His sounds were so pretty and you craved to hear more of them. Licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, you swirl your wet tongue around the sensitive slit of his cock. It twitches in response and Suguru groans at your skillful work.

“Baby, try sucking it. Please.” He utters, entangling his fingers in your hair.

You open your mouth wide for him and Suguru takes it upon himself to slide his cock inside. You close your lips around his length and flinch. He was stretching your mouth to it’s limits but you were determined to take him. You slack your jaw to allow for more space and look up to him for guidance with your next move. 

“You’re doing so good. So, so good. You got it from here. Take your time.”

You hum in agreement and slowly start to take the lead, hollowing your cheeks. You carefully bob back and forth on his dick and place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself from taking too much. His groans were falling from his lips without restraint, silently encouraging you with the hand on your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re doing so well. You’re a natural.” He mutters, craning his head towards the ceiling as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. 

As much as he wanted to watch you struggling to take his length in your mouth, you were working wonders on him. It was becoming harder to hold on as your heated cavern caresses his engorged cock over and over again. Even though you were inexperienced, you still managed to make him weak in the knees. It was taking everything within him not to slam his cock into your throat but he didn’t want to run you off. 

With one last moan of your name, he steps back and lets his hard cock slip out with a loud ‘pop’. You take a deep breath and look up at him, worried you’ve done something wrong. Suguru pats your soft hair in reassurance.

“Fuck, you did so good. I didn’t want to cum just yet.” He murmurs, curling your strands in his fingers lovingly, “Lay back for me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you right now.”

You listen to his command and shakily lay back on the doughy mattress of your bed, watching as Suguru climbs over you into the bed once more. He strokes your cheek briefly and captures your lips in his own, settling his wider body between your legs. As he leans in closer to you, you felt the thick heat of his length brush against your poor cunt and you twitch, clamping your legs against his hips to try and protect it. Suguru’s amused by your feeble actions.

“Getting shy on me again, sweetheart?” He grabs the back of your knees and slowly begins to pry your legs open. You feel your muscles tense harshly as he spreads them wider, using his strength to keep you from forcing them close again. He spread them as far as they could go, exposing your wet core to his hungry eyes. "Fuck, look at you."

Suguru grabs the base of his cock and rubs his hard cock against the heat of your pussy. You gasp loudly and start to follow his movements, chasing the contact. Cute. Your hips moved in tandem with his oozing cock until he was completely coated in your slick. Strings of pathetic whines slipped from your lips and his intense focus on your pulsating pussy never wavered. 

"Fuck, baby. Tell me what you want." He muttered, biting down on his lip as he continued to tease your cunt, "Tell me what you need."

"I need you inside of me, Sugu. Please.”

He couldn’t resist your pleas and that pitiful look on your face. Eagerly, Suguru grips himself and slides the tip of his cock against your tight hole, pressing against it lightly enough for you to feel a gradual, burning stretch. You grunt and grip his biceps for support as he inches deeper inside of you, unable to process the myriad of emotions you're feeling at the moment.

"O-Oh my god-" you gasped, "S-Suguru, 's so big- "

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

His body drapes over your own as he sinks himself deeper within your taut, wet core, only stilling when he’s finally hip deep inside your desperate cunt. He leans forward and captures your lips before you can even make a sound, hoping to drown out the pain with pleasure. He caresses your breast with the open palm of his hand, twisting your pebbled nipples between his fingertips as he kisses your stress away.

“B-Baby-” You whimpered, your fingernails digging softly into the skin of his arm.

He was worried for a second that you’d tell him it was too much for you. That you’d push him away and tap out for the night. He was caught completely off guard by the borderline pornographic moan that ripped itself from your throat.

“F-Fuck, Sugu…Please move. I need you.”

Suguru's heart wanted to melt at your little cries for him. It was adorable how desperate and willing you were for him but he wanted to tease you a bit. He wanted to see what reactions he could get out of you. “Mm, how bad do you need it, baby?"

"I need it so bad, Sugu." You arch slightly off the bed, your plump breasts brushing against his pecs, "P-Please, I'm so wet."

And you weren't lying. Your essence had started to soak the sheets beneath you and the length of his cock. Suguru decided to indulge you, easing his cock out of you before pressing it back in, hearing the repeated wet squelch of your pussy as he gave you experimental thrusts. The sharp breaths of air you sucked through your teeth followed by the soft, little ah's spurred him on further.

"Damn, baby. You're so tight. I thought I stretched your little pussy out good enough but with the way you're squeezing me, I won't last very long."

You moan and thrash your head to the side, your cunt clenching around him tight with his dirty words. He groaned.

"Fuck, you like that? You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" His thrusts started to pick up pace until the quiet clap of skin echoed throughout the room, "Tell me."

“Y-Yes, oh my god, yes .”

Your eyes flutter shut as he once again speeds up, keeping his movements moderate enough to not hurt you. Instead, he made it his mission for you to feel every inch of his hardened length drag against the sensitive walls of your cunt, striking that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

"I've been waiting so long for this, y’know that? S-Shit. Been waiting for the day my shy, sweet girl would let me split her open on my cock."

The combination of his vulgar words and his skillful thrusts was sending you into a frenzy. Shockwaves of smaller, benign orgasms rippled through your body but that familiar coil began to twist in your stomach again and it was becoming harder for you to hold on. Burying your face into his shoulder, you take in the scent of his musk and sob his name quietly, hoping to control the volume of your cries like this.

"Getting shy on me again ?" He accentuates the last word, "You're too precious. Acting all sweet and innocent in public and now you're taking my dick. Practically begged for it. Wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this." 

You whimper into his neck and hold him close, your legs slowly falling limp. He was driving you insane, his cock hitting spots inside you you didn't know existed.

"Fuck, you like the thought of that, angel? Want everyone to know who was your first? Want everyone to know who fucked your little pussy raw?"

"O-Oh my god, Sugu-" 

Suguru hooks his hands under your knees, giving them leverage and spreading them wide open.

"You're trembling, baby. Such a good girl for me. Taking my dick so well, sweetheart. Love you so much."

He's now plowing through your core with faster, yet disciplined strokes. The bed creaks in resistance and softly beats against the wall with every thrust forward. The sounds of your wavering cries fill the air and he chases your response, the volume increasing with every snap of his hips. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate.

"Are you mine, love?"

"Y-Yes, Sugu! Ah , y-yes!"

"Convince me."

"I'm yours, baby. H-Hah … A-All yours. No one else's. I-I love you, Suguru. A-Ah ! I-I love you so much-!" 

The words free-flowed from your mouth like a long-awaited confession, suddenly turning into incoherent babble as your orgasm approached. Suguru notices the faint look of longing in your eyes and the shift in your breathing, knowing full and well you were on the brink. You throw your head back against the pillow and tangle your fingers in his raven hair, panting loudly as you get closer with each rough thrust of his stuttering hips.

"Suguru, I-I’m g-gonna-"

"I-I know, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you cum around me."

That's all you need to hear. You broke, crying out as your orgasm consumed you. This one felt different from the others. It felt deeper, more intense, and you could hardly catch your breath. As you arch off the mattress, Suguru kisses your neck and slows his movements, not wanting to overstimulate your senses as you squirm against the bed uncontrollably.

"That’s it, baby. Let it all out." He coos into your jugular, his voice strained from the flexing of your walls against his thick cock, "So fucking sexy."

Suguru wraps a hand securely around your back, holding you up by your waist as you ride out your orgasm against him. The tantalizing sight of you in the throes of ecstasy made him forget how to breathe. You were writhing beneath him wildly, sobbing his name repeatedly like a mantra on your tongue, and holding onto him for dear life as if you'd float away from his grasp at any moment. Your skin was flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, causing you to have a heavenly glow under the fluorescent pink lights strewn over your bed. You were a goddess.

The juxtaposition of your angelic nature coupled with the filthy, erotic scenario currently at play made his heart beat out of his chest. You looked too perfect; absolutely divine. It was enough to set him off. 

Settling on his knees, Suguru quickly pulls out before he gets lost in the spasms of your walls and releases all he has over your stomach with a loud growl. He strokes himself aggressively, covering your flushed skin in webs of white until he's drained. Catching himself before he collapses on top of you, his head hangs low near the side of your face, his hot breath wafting against your ear as you both come down from your high.

"Still with me?" He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of skin as he speaks.

You breathlessly nod, your chest heaving against his. 

"Yes, Sugu."

"You did so good. How was it?" He asks with genuine care, nuzzling your temple.

"It was amazing, Suguru. I had so much fun." 

"That's great, sweetie." 

He looks between your two bodies to see the mess between your legs. He follows the trail to his length, coated in your slick and a red substance he assumed was blood. Maybe he was too rough on you, he thought, but you seemed just fine. He took this time to roll out of bed and grab a wet washcloth, wiping his sticky release from your stomach and folds until you were spotless. You smile down at him, playfully sticking your tongue out at him. 

He chuckles at your display and pinches your plump bum in retaliation, earning a squeak from your lips to his amusement. He then plops down behind you and throws his arm around your waist, spooning you close. He takes in your sweet, familiar scent and shuts his eyes, reveling in the tranquil, post-orgasmic silence.

“Suguru?” “Yes?” 

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“What do you mean?” “Do you really love me?” 

There was a small pause and then a sigh. Even after all this, you still needed to be reassured. Suguru caresses the supple fat of your tummy and buries his pointed nose in your hair, speaking softly as if he only wanted you to hear.

“I love you so much. Don’t want anyone else but you, baby. Never will.”

You blush at his sincere answer and hide your face in the pillow, your mind flickering through the tender memories you shared with Suguru. He was there through your highs and lows, never complaining about your timid nature. He was patient, and kind, and always made time for you even when he was tired and stressed about his duties as Jujutsu High. He was perfect for you. You loved him dearly.

“I love you too, Sugu.” You murmured, “Thank you for taking your time with me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek, “Hey. How would you feel about getting married one day?”

“Huh?!” You jump, both excited and bewildered, “A-Aren’t we missing a few chapters, Suguru?!”

He grins at your skittish reaction, “We don’t have to get married tomorrow, babe. The thought crossed my mind a few times and I just wanted to know what you thought. Don’t you wanna be my pretty little wife one day? Think about it -- you, in a beautiful white dress and a gorgeous rock on your fingers.”

Suguru takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, gazing into your eyes lovingly, “A honeymoon wherever you want, spent doing whatever you want. The Caribbean? Paris? Wherever.” 

He leaves a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your bicep to your jawline, “Then we’ll consummate the marriage however you see fit. We’ll make love all night long if that’s what you desire. I can treat you like the pretty princess you are or I can slut your little pussy out. Your choice, baby.”

He turns your head to face him and captures your lips in a heated liplock. You throw an arm around the back of his neck to steady yourself. He murmurs between kisses, “We can have a few rugrats, too. If that’s what you want.” He then snakes his arms around you to fondle your neglected breasts, earning an appreciative moan from you.

The more the situation at hand got heated, the more you started to seriously think about married life with Suguru. Maybe you did want to get married to him tomorrow. He was the one for you and you for him. It was undeniable. You wanted to travel to the ends of the Earth with him and settle down. You wanted to have his kids and grow old with him by your side. You were willing to do anything for him and he was willing to do the same for you. He wanted to grant your every wish in life.

“Baby…” You plead, “Make love to me again. Please .”

Suguru strokes your cheek and brushes a strand of hair from your face so he can savor the look of absolute need spread across your gorgeous features.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

[eileenslibrary]

Keep Your Eyes Peeled

A/N: Hey the next chapter might be a little late, I had to cut it off because Tumblr is being a dick again and I have to add onto that and write an entirely new chapter so that may be why it seems rushed. But I also had a friend draw a picture of the reader's outfit, so I do hope that will satiate you I also want to say for the drawing we went off of my body proportions, please do not think you have to fit in with that body simply because it's in the photo I just wanted to visualize what it would look like. Please be respectful and kind to others and yourselves!

Part Two: The Journey

Warnings: Panic/anxiety attack, mentions of tragedy, memories, past traumatic events (Please do not interact if you get easily triggered, I do not wish for you to be harmed. And please make sure you take care of yourself or seek out help if you are having issues mentally, emotionally, or physically!)

The sound of light rain pattering on the window pulls you from your restless slumber a cold chill rolls through your skin as the damp air seeps in through your window your eyes fluttering open consciously reaching your hand out to Claude’s side of the bed the cold sheets cooling your hand, you try to hold back a sob clasping a hand over your mouth as tears slip from your eyes your heart squeezing and your chest tightening as you weep. Claude, your Claude was gone now and your heart still hadn’t accepted it, you feel the air become hard to breathe as you slowly begin to freak out clawing the sheets as you hyperventilate, the agony becoming too much too quickly. One of your maids runs into your bedroom, sits beside you, and places a gentle hand between your shoulder blades. You sob uncontrollably “Why Him!?” you scream tears slipping past your eyes as your lungs burn anger rushing through your veins as the fabric tears beneath your fingernails “Young Master, I'm sorry” is all your maid can say. You can almost feel his cold blood on your shirt as his body lays in your arms, how he stared with lifeless eyes his brown hair that was in a neat ponytail tangled and matted when they retrieved his body from your manor, his elegantly orange clothes dirtied and bloody. You cover your ears as if the silence is exploding in your eardrums scratching up the sides of your face, your maid tries to gently pry your hands from your face to keep you from hurting yourself further, the only thing breaking the moment is your butler George slamming the door and running to you. He pulls your arms to your side hugging you to keep you from injuring yourself further shushing you as you whimper and sob the tears never-ending. You finally calm as he hugs you closer helping you breathe “It hurts, it hurts so much” you whisper fidgeting with one of his jacket sleeves “I know, but you have to push through” he hums rubbing your shoulder “I lost everyone dear to me” you sniffle “What about me, and the rest of the staff, you still have us don’t you?” He inquires. You nod “I don’t know if I’ll be able to laugh again” “I doubt that young master” George cuts in petting your hair gently. His wrinkly hands braiding some of the strands humming a familiar lullaby “You need to run over to Palais Mermonia to get that permit so you can meet with the duke remember?” he reminds you making your eyes widen quickly standing and rushing to your closet, he chuckles standing and walking out of the room.

You throw on a white button-up blouse, a baby blue vest, navy blue wide-legged pants, a white belt attaching your vision to one of the belt loops, a baby blue hat with white lacing accents, and a navy blue feather for a finishing touch. You throw on a pair of black boots and order for your carriage to be brought to the front of the manor, you watch as the two Palomino Clydesdales pull your mahogany carriage up to the yard, you go to open the door when George comes rushing down the steps holding your coin bag and white coat “Young master! Don’t forget these” he gasps as he hands you the black leather pouch “Thank you, George, you know you can just send one of the maids down so you don’t have to run up and down those bloody stairs” you smile tucking the pouch into your pocket throwing on the coat “I’m not that old, and I can get around fine” he huffs “Uh huh, anyways I must get going now I’ll see you in a few hours please rest for today, go ahead and clear your schedule” you sigh patting his shoulder opening the door and slipping outside you step up into the carriage the door closing behind you.

 The rain had stopped now, and only puddles of water lay on the ground, waiting to be evaporated again, only to start the process, reflecting your life before the incident. A routine you wish you could go back to. Wake up. Eat. Work. Eat. Meetings. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Over and over until a bump knocks you down and disorients you, it happened when your mother left, when your father disappeared, every time your brother got locked up, and now. Your eyes fog over as you stare off into the scenery reminiscing on the easy days as a child when you were permitted to read and learn outside when you were taught to ride the many horses in your stables, when your mother would play piano and your father would sing opera as she played, when your brother would gift you seashells whenever him and father went fishing. You breathe in and out when the wheels stop pulling you to your senses. Your coachman opens the door helping you out. You give him some mora “Spend this on your fiance when you are back in town” you beam. You approach the Marcotte station calling the Aquabus and wait, you look around and see a tall man, with messy black hair with grey streaks, he is talking to an oddly human melusine “Sigewinne, for the last time I do not need to get a sleep test” he gruffly says “You’ve barely been sleeping a wink since November Wrio! You need a sleep test now go!” she fusses shooing him to the platform.

(Art made by @dead-beat-zhongli I was given permission to post this, do not take without their permission.)

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 44: Cercvile de Venin Outfits 👑

Style: Gothic and Cool

A brand inspired by the gloom and despair of the animals and dwarves when Snow White was placed in the glass coffin. The clothes have a rather aesthetically pleasing yet grim design with plenty of dark colors and asymmetry. Many of the outfits in this brand were influenced by Queen Grimhilde and her vanity. This is the brand that Evonie uses for her "Masked Maiden" persona.

Queenly Peacock

"Unapproachable beauty that depicts the vain nature of the peacock that the Beautiful Queen is fond of"

The outfit: Inspired by Queen Grimhilde's love for peacocks, this mermaid style dress is deep violet in color with the top half appearing to be a separate piece resembling a shawl. The shawl portion is broken up into two parts, have elegant floral patterns, and has a high neck collar. The crimson portion has pale yellow lace and it's hems have gold trim that resemble the shape of a crown. The ruffle sleeves are black with a red interior and have a feather pattern on them. The footwear consists of a pair of black heeled shoes.

Accessories: The accessories include a yellow rosette hairpiece with a purple and red ribbon with a red gem brooch in the center, violet feathers with fuchsia tips and gold chains attached to teardrop brooches. The outfit additionally comes with a necklace featuring the same teardrop brooch as the hairpiece chains. The most notable accessory is the transparent indigo cape with gold tips that resemble peacock feather.

Huntress

"Never let go of your prey, just remember to save the heart to offer to your beautiful queen, faithful huntress."

The outfit: Inspired by the Huntsman, this outfit includes a maroon sweetheart top worn underneath a purplish gray jacket dress with a black lapel with gold trim, and black rectangular epaulettes with gold trim, fringes and decorations in the shape of daggers. The bottom half of the outfit features an indigo floral overskirt with the other side being a solid crimson, the interior of the dress also includes a transparent black skirt with the same floral print as the overskirt. The footwear consists of a pair of purplish gray ankle boots with gold soles, black and gold straps and the top of the boots have brown fur.

Accessories: The accessories include a purplish gray hat with black plumage, black and gold ribbon, and a rectangular violet gem brooch accompanied by a dagger charm. The hat includes a black floral transparent veil that obscures the upper half of the wearer's face. Other accessories include a black and gold choker with the same brooch seen on the hat and is attached to pearl strands on each side, a black belt with a gold buckle and a pair of gold pearl strands attached to a gold key charm that includes a raven on it.

Caged Raven

"The only thing the raven lived by is the smell of the potions brewed by the queen, there was nothing exciting happening at all... Until the queen brewed a poison apple."

The outfit: Based on Queen Grimhilde's pet raven, this navy blue colored dress with golden trimming features a sleeveless side on the right with a gold chain with red gem brooches serving as a sleeve and the left side features a midnight blue long sleeve with the end of the sleeve having a sparkly fuchsia and gold cuff. The skirt is asymmetrical  and appears to have a feather pattern on it and features a sparkly fuchsia interior and a tattered black petticoat. The footwear consists of a pair of indigo boots with gold trim, tips and laces. There is also a sparkly fuchsia strap with gold trim and on the top of the boots are a red gem brooch.

Accessories: The accessories include a hair accessory that resembles a ruffled indigo flower with a sparkly fuchsia interior and is attached to midnight blue feathers that obscures half of the wearer's face. There's a brooch in the center of the long sleeve portion of the dress. Additional accessories include a midnight blue arm warmer with a fuchsia and gold cuff on the right hand and a gold chain of teardrop brooches around the skirt.

Shrouded Queen

"A beautiful face hidden under the dark veil of deceit, what could she be hiding?"

The outfit: Taking inspiration from Queen Grimhilde's old hag form, this dress features a gold and black bodice with gold trim in the shape of a V dividing both parts. The inner mini skirt is a solid black color with gold trim and the asymmetrical outer skirt is gray with a pattern that resembles a rabbit skull and has gold trim. The footwear consists of a pair of black and gold sandals with a gold brooch with a blue gem.

Accessories: The most significant accessory is the black veil with gold trim and diamond shaped charms attached to pearl strands throughout. Another significant accessory is the gold collar with black webbed accents and a blue gem brooch in the center. The gold parts resemble lotus petals. Other accessories include a pair of black opera length gloves, three gold bracelets on the wearer's left hand and a gold belt with the same pearl strands and charms as shown on the veil.

[bunchofrandomfandomsandbands]

Day 1: In sunglasses

Day 2: Wearing a suit

Day 3: Drinking

Day 4: Wearing red

Day 5: Lifting weights

Day 6: Being silly

Day 7: Tattoos

Day 8: Wearing a hat

Day 9: Wearing lace

Day 10: Wearing white

Day 11: With their pet

Day 12: Your edit

Day 13: With their partner

Day 14: With a fan

Day 15: With championship belt

Day 16: Wearing yellow

Day 17: Showing nails off

Day 18: Wallpaper

Day 19: Wearing camo pants

Day 20: In a Cage

Day 21: Signing merch

Day 22: Eating

Day 23: At the gym

Day 24: Favorite outfit

Day 25: No makeup

Day 26: In the ring

Day 27: Professional picture

Day 28: Wearing purple

Day 29: With a friend

Day 30: Fav pic of them

[weaver-talks-about-dolls]

More Draculaura!

I’m probably missing a release or two, but here are my unnecessary takes on the playline Draculaura dolls that have come out in the past year or will be coming out soon:

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Skulltimate Secrets series 3: Neon Frights

The main thing this doll has going for her is how unique she is. She almost doesn’t look like Draculaura to me and I have mixed feelings about that. Overall my favorite peices that come with this set are the white platform Mary-Jane shoes and the lil laptop. The neon green accents are. Uh. Unexpected?

I feel weird writing this because when I first saw this doll I really didn’t like her but the more I look at the set the more I feel it. Idk.

Also maybe I’m just stupid but I’m kind of confused what the overall concept is behind this series is? Am I stupid?? What are the belt thingies that all of the dolls come with???

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2023 Budget Draculaura

Fighting down my instinct to be snobby about budget line dolls, I actually quite like her. I think it’s interesting: overall I feel like a lot of these more recent Draculaura releases go for less of a cutesy-girly-kawaii look and more for an elegant/mature look? Maybe it’s that she doesn’t have the color block hair as often? My main issue with the design of this doll is that the cutesy print on the dress doesn’t seem to match the more mature vibe of the rest of the doll’s style. Also I feel like I *should* like the stupid little lips purse but it doesn’t quite do it for me.

My favorite elements of this doll are her sandals and her darker lip color. Overall she’s kinda fun and different though. I don’t think I’d buy this doll full price, but if I found her on clearance sometime I’d happily add her to my collection.

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Scare-adice Island Draculaura

I like her a lot actually. I have mixed feelings about beach/swimsuit doll lines, but I can’t be mad about this Draculaura (not even her goofy hat with the bat cutouts XD). Lookit her serving looks and drinking her virgin cocktail:

Okay I don’t love her bikini, but I just like her overall vibe. The shoes are lovely. The bag is charming. The sunburst-cobweb earrings are very fun and pretty. I want those sunglasses for myself.

I think this is another doll that gives more older vibes? The intense side part gives strong millennial vibes to me; she doesn’t feel like a teenager here to me and if she is she’s an awkward homeschooler who’s unabashedly wearing fashions that were normal a decade ago because that’s what the fashion examples in her life are wearing. Like. She looks very good and pretty and respectable. Just not trendy? Which is confusing to me in a fashion doll line. (Or are side parts coming back and I’m just not in the loop???)

Also I appreciate that they upped her SPF from 500 to 5000 since she’s actually going to be in the sun XD

Overall she has good vibes though. I want to go to the beach on Scaradise Island with her.

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Faboolous Pets Beasties at the Maul

This one I wasn’t totally sure if she fit here because she technically only comes in a two pack with Clawdeen. She has good classic Draculaura vibes with a twist though and I appreciate that.

For once I can give or take her shoes, but I like the rest of her outfit. Her shirt is very fun and cozy looking. To me the shirt is also a better execution of mixing the mature style a lot of these new releases have with the cutesy aesthetic we’ve gotten used to in this Draculaura. The purse is silly but cute. I love her hair/headband. I like this Draculaura quite a bit better with bangs and the bow on her head is just delightful.

Goblin me just wants every single Draculaura doll that has come out since the reboot. I want to line them all up on a shelf. They would be so perfect.

These two are the most optional:

I originally turned my nose up at the “day out” (budget line) doll, but decided she does have some cute unique things she comes with. I particularly like her chunky heels. “Gore-ganizer” Draculaura is a funny case because at first I didn’t even realize she’s from the reboot (the mixed hair threw me off). Looking closer though, she does have the adorable curvy reboot body so it seems fair to add her to the list. I want to use her coffin box to store nicknacks and I really dig the lil kawaii stickers she has on her face.

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Creepover Drac didn’t originally catch my eye (my favorite from this line is def Twyla) but if I’m making a shelf with every version of her (that can be bought individually) pajamas Draculaura makes a fun change of pace from the others:

They make zero sense to sleep in but the lil space buns are heckin cute.

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Most importantly:

These are the most classic and so far my first two choices:

Basic reboot Draculaura. So darling. She is my gender. I want her shoes.

“Skulltimate Secrets” has A: fantastic packaging and marketing and (more importantly) B: just really darling design in Draculaura’s clothes and accessories. Love the hat. Love both pairs of shoes. Love the puffy bolero. All just so lovely and darling.

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Lastly, there are a couple Draculauras that aren’t released yet:

“Skulltimate Secrets” series 2/“FEARidecent Edition”. Kind of have mixed feelings about this one tbh. From the pics I’ve seen so far I don’t love the ombré pink-white boots and I feel like the iridescent skirt is a weird color for her? I also kinda miss the color block hair. That said at least half of the the clothing and accessory pieces are really knockouts for me. Love the stole. Love the black blouse and black and pink skirt. The wristlet handbag is darling. Also I love the design of the coffin locker better on this one. All in all I feel like this doll goes out on some limbs design-wise which worked better in some ways than others, but overall I enjoy and respect how unique she is compared to the other Draculaura dolls in the reboot.

Finally though. Monster Ball Draculaura, my love:

Just YES. She is everything. The bows. The Shoes. The eighties hair.

Also she comes with a massive bouquet of black roses and a CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN. She’s just lovely 😌

Anyways hopefully no one actually read all of that because it was super unnecessary byeeeee 💕🦇

[libertybri]

FALLOUT OC EMOJI ASKS!

I wanted to make one of these based off of ones I’ve seen before but with some more fallout centered questions since that’s my thing. There’s A LOT here, so enjoy!

smileys & people

👶 BABY - what is their age / age range? do they get mistaken for another age?

👁 EYE - what is their eye color? do their eyes change color?

💇‍♀️ HAIRCUT - what is their hair color / length? how do they like their hair styled?

💪 FLEXED ARM - what is their build / shape?

🧔‍♂️ BEARDED MAN - do they have any facial hair? (if so) do they prefer to grow it unruly or keep it trimmed / clean?

🧏‍♀️ DEAF SIGNING GIRL - do they have any disabilities? (if so) what are they?

👨‍👨‍👦 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is their relationship to their family? do they have any siblings?

clothes

👓 GLASSES - do they wear glasses?

🧢 HAT - do they have designated / prominent headwear?

👖 JEANS - what is their most iconic outfit?

👜 PURSE - what other accessories do they wear (jewelry, backpacks, belts, etc)?

animals & nature

🐶 DOG - do they have any pets?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - do they have a favorite season? what is it and why?

🦉 OWL - are they an early riser or a night owl?

✨ SPARKLES - do they have any prominent features (freckles, moles, dimples, etc)?

🪨 ROCK - do they make friends easily? (if not) why?

🔥 FIRE - what angers them easily? how do they handle their anger?

☀️ SUN - what can easily make them happy or brighten their day?

☁️ CLOUD - what is their biggest dream / wish?

🌵 CACTUS - what is a sore subject for them?

🕷 SPIDER - what is / are their biggest fear(s)?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

food & drink

🍦 ICE CREAM - what is their favorite treat?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like to celebrate it?

🧀 CHEESE - do they have a favorite joke? (if so) what is it?

🍾 CHAMPAGNE - how do they like to celebrate after a big accomplishment?

🍿 POPCORN - do they like being the center of attention or more in the shadows?

🍲 SOUP - do they like to cook? are they good at it?

🍺 / 💊 BEER OR PILL - do they drink / use chems?

activity

🥊 BOXING GLOVE - what is their go-to fighting style (hand-to-hand, short range, long range, etc)?

🏀 BASKETBALL - do they know any pre-war sports? do they like to play any?

🏊‍♂️ SWIMMING - do they know how to swim? are they afraid of water?

💃 DANCING - do they know how to dance? do they like to dance?

🎤 MICROPHONE - do they like to sing? are they good at it?

🎬 ACTING - are they a good liar? what are giveaways when they are lying?

🎸 GUITAR - do they know how to play any instruments?

✏️ PENCIL - do they like writing / drawing? do they write / draw often?

travel & places

🗽 STATUE OF LIBERY - do they travel? have they traveled? would they ever travel?

🎢 ROLLER COASTER - what types of entertainment do they like?

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🏠 HOME - where are they originally from? do they live there now?

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💛 YELLOW HEART - what do they seek in a relationship?

💚 GREEN HEART - how do they know they love someone? what usually are the signs for them?

💙 BLUE HEART - what is / are their love language(s)?

❤️‍🩹 INJURED HEART - what could their partner do that would hurt them?

💔 BROKEN HEART - do they have any past relationships?

❤️‍🔥 FLAMING HEART - what are their turn-ons / turn-offs?

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

random

🦷 TOOTH - do they have straight or crooked teeth? do they like to keep them well-maintained?

🧶 YARN - do they know how to sew? can they patch clothes?

🦖 TREX - what is the biggest creature they have ever seen?

🐍 SNAKE - have they ever been stabbed in the back or stabbed anyone else in the back?

🍒 CHERRIES - a random sweet headcanon.

🧼 SOAP - are they clean? do they try to shower often?

💎 DIAMOND - are they rich?

🚬 CIGARETTE - do they smoke?

🧨 DYNAMITE - a random angsty headcanon.

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Super Cookie Fashion Week

2/27/23 - 3/27/23

⚙️ A Cookie Fashion Show? According to this brochure, this year’s theme for the S/S collection is “Transformation”. I wonder who the main model’s gonna be.

⚙️ OF COURSE IT’S MR. ORDINARY! Who else would be so… ORDINARY enough to be chosen to undergo a full fashion transformation?!

☁️ Well, he does say “Simple is Best.” Not to mention, Curator Emmental Cheese and Pastel Meringue Cookie also had the same horrid reactions as you because of his outfit… or in this case, the lack thereof. However, a true designer must be capable of turning someone ordinary like him, a fashion disaster, into a fashion superstar! Other well-known faces such as Sour Belt Cookie of A.C.i.D and Chocolate Bonbon Cookie of Choc’au Latte will also be joining the show, but we’re also welcoming two new rising stars to the fashion show. Pastel Meringue Cookie is a designer from Rococo-oriented fashion brand Romantic Sugar. Our other new challenger is Currant Cream Cookie of Crown Punky, a fashion brand that focuses on punk fashion styles. Together, all four of them will be throwing their hats in the ring to give GingerBrave the best fashion makeover ever! That’s where YOU come in!

⚙️ Here’s where the REAL damage comes into play. YOU get to design an outfit for the running fashion disaster that is the one and only GingerBrave! Each designer has their own stage. For the first 2 weeks, you’ll be playing with Pastel Meringue Cookie and Sour Belt Cookie.

In each stage, your goal is to grab as many Fabric Jellies on the map as you can in one run. All Combi level options are capped to make the competition more “fair and balanced” for everyone else. Treasure Enhancements and Invocation Cards are disabled. Plan carefully though, YOUR CHOICES ARE LIMITED. In some cases, even more limited than the Flames of Longing event last month! If you haven’t unlocked any Cookie or Pet featured in this event, you can still run with them at level 1. You need one Event Ticket to run, and they recharge once every 10 minutes up to a maximum of 20.

Any Fabric Jellies you collect from your runs can be taken to that stage’s workshop. In Normal mode, you’ll only be able to create one costume set in the Apprentice’s Workshop with Apprentice Fabric Jellies. Create every costume piece in the Apprentice set to unlock the next stage.

Achieve an S-Rank too, and you’ll unlock that stage’s Hard mode and that stage’s Production Workshop with even more design options with Production Fabric Jellies. The map is much harder to run on, but you’ll be able to rank on the leaderboards and get an event-end reward! Production Outfit pieces can be produced as normal like the Apprentice Outfits, but you can make a second Outfit piece immediately by paying 500 Crystals or watching an ad (once every 12 hours). If you create a duplicate Production outfit piece, you’ll get 10 of your Production Fabric Jellies back instead. There’s a chance that random chaos will happen, however…

☁️ Somebody else showed me a picture of GingerBurger. Yikes.

⚙️ The Lookbook is a menu where you can dress up GingerBrave in all kinds of outfits in all 4 brands. Additional slots with their own prompts will unlock as you complete stages and unlock Hard mode in those stages. When saving an outfit to a specific slot, your outfit will be evaluated and scored based on the Fashion Points of the theme. Successfully get your outfit evaluated, and you’ll get bonus rewards and a score buff for that brand’s stage!

Here’s the catch: higher-difficulty outfits require more Fashion Points and sometimes require specific costume pieces. Other costume pieces that deviate from the theme may lower your score or automatically fail your evaluation. Regardless of whether you pass or fail the evaluation, your outfit will be saved to that slot.

You can submit 10 outfits for free per day, but you can still submit more using Crystals. The outfit in the upper-left page of your Lookbook will be considered your “Signature Outfit” regardless of whether it fits the Romantic Sugar theme.

At the end of the event, the player that is ranked in 1st Place on the overall leaderboards will have their Signature Outfit turned into a new Costume for GingerBrave and given to EVERYONE for free! The Costume’s release is planned for April 12, 2023. If the leading player does not have a full outfit of 3 costume pieces ready for their Signature Outfit, then the highest-ranking player with a full Signature Outfit will have their Costume turned into reality.

Designers

Stage 1 - Romantic Sugar - 🧶 Pastel Meringue Cookie

Stage 2 - A.C.i.D - ✂️ Sour Belt Cookie

Stage 3 - Crown Punky - 🤟 Currant Cream Cookie - Opens 3/13

Stage 4 - Choc’au Latte - 🪡 Chocolate Bonbon Cookie - Opens 3/13

???!?!?!? - ?!?!?!?! - 🖼 Curator Emmental Cheese - Can be found randomly in any Production Workshop

☁️ The event ends on March 27th, 2023, where the free Costume will be finalized and set for release on April 12th! If you think you can topple a titan of a whale, then go for broke and make your fashion dreams for GingerBrave a reality!

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TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE BENNY X READER RATING: SMUT

I sat on the little bed in the hotel room, reading some though some chess magazines I was already in my little black sheet nightie for the night. I know benny was finishing up with some press or so he told me anyway. he always had to deal with the press right before bed I don't know why, but it's always how chess tournaments worked. we would get dressed up in our room go down and I'd watch him play his games, we'd get dinner in the restaurant together and then he'd disappear to do press, I'd always take the time to head up to our room and have a shower and get ready for bed. But I knew not to fall asleep. He liked me to be sat in bed, waiting for him whenever he had won. So I had showered let my hair out of its hold of hairspray from the day, I slipped into my little black babydoll and even my thigh highs, and I tucked up my body in the soft little bed reading my magazines for a while.

I heard the door click unlocked and swing open. he stepped inside and shut the door behind him making sure to lock the door leaning on the closed door. "Good girl" He smirked he stepped across the room kicking off his shoes, throwing his jacket and his hat on the side table. He went across the room to the large balcony door, he slid it open enough to let in a crisp cool breeze, "Miss me, baby?"

"I did benny" I blushed

"Well, what do we say?" he smirked coming to the bed and stroking my jaw softly

"I love my master" I cooed

"Good girl" He growled, "down Pet."

I nodded and laid on my back on the little hotel bed, he grabbed the covers pulling them away from me completely

"Humm now, why do I only get those cute little outfits when we're in hotels? why don't I get to see these more at home?" he smirked stroking my thigh highs

"Becuase you always pack them for me"

"because you don't wear them for me at home" he smirked, "I think you like to wear them in hotels, you like the risk of someone seeing you like this that you don't get at home"

"Noo"

"Liar" he smirked kneeling on the bed and pushing my legs apart completely "let's get these saturated panties off your legs" he smirked kissing up my legs and removing my panties with his teeth once they were removed he smirked and grabbed one of the hotel towels sitting it under me "you know the rules Pet?" he smirked stroking my thighs

"Loud."

"Good girl" He smirked, he kisses my inner thigh and the bottom of my stomach "My little pet want my little kisses?"

"Yes"

"Yes?"

"Yes, Master" I blushed he smirked and gently kissed my clit, making sure to be soft and gentle but he was so precise knowing all the little spots that make me scream, his kisses grew faster and harder more merciless and vicious, My back arching from the bed, my legs tightening around him, My screams and moans echoing in the hotel room. I knew I was close but that only made him work harder to get me to the edge, often times he would get me so lose I'd be bitting my mouth on the pillow but he'd pull back and let me calm down edging me over and over which of course only made me scream louder "uuuuuuuughhAhhhhhhh! benny please!" I squealed in my desperation

"Awww your so cute when your desperate" he smirked "Alright, just one though" He returned to kissing me as intensely as before this time never stopping never slowing to allow me to relax simply pushing and giving me endless waves of intense pleasure when my peak hit, it hit like a brick wall and I squealed slightly squirting on him and the bed My back arched off the bed as I felt the pleasure curl my toes, my fingers gripping the pillow tightly, he kept kissing me softly and gently letting me ride it out as I caught my breath. He pulled away and wiped his mouth "Good girl, such a good little pet nice and loud for master" he smirked, "Shall we continue or does my pet need a rest?"

"Continue" I giggled

"Good girl" he smirked he sat up on his knees and glanced down at his belt

"Yes master" I smiled sitting up a little and undoing his belt and his jeans pushing them down until I revealed his erect shaft

"Go on pet." he winked

I blushed still after all this time but took his head into my mouth swirling my tongue around him

"Fuck!" he groans holding my hair gently I pulled back taking a breath before moving back this time my lips around his base, I hollowed my cheeks and gently moved back and forth making sure to lick and suck how he likes "Ughhh fuck pet" he groans stroking my head "enough" he groans "That's enough" he smirked, "How'd you want it?"

"Whatever would make my master happy"

"Hum. On your knees pet"

I nodded and moved to be comfortable on my knees but not to bury my head in the pillow keeping my head up it didn't even take seconds for benny to push inside me using what I left on him from my sucking and my wetness as lube given he was raw. He held my hips and wasted no time starting his rapid thrust given I had already had one the pleasure came fast and hard, he was merciless working through my screams of overwhelming pleasure "Uhhhhhh uughhhhhh benny! Ughhhhh master!" I squealed already feeling close

"Aww close already pet?"

"Yes Master!"

"Humm dirty girl, maybe I should give you a spanking or a few more hikis before we go back to the tournament tomorrow so everyone knows what a dirty girl you are"

"Benny Please I-" I begged unable to keep myself up collapsing on the bed my hips only staying up because he was holding them I squealed and moaned so loud but I didn't care if felt so good

"Louder pet, let the whole hotel know you young belong to"

"AHHHH BENNY!" I screamed reaching my second peak I rid it out but he didn't stop he continued his pace not even stopping for a second

"Good girl, not too long now. master close too" he groaned "fuck! My sexy little pet! your mine. and do you ever forget it. or is it that you like all these chess boys checking you out all day so I get to come back and fuck you so you remember who you belong to"

"Benny Please I-"

"Just a little longer- Ahhhh fuck pet!" He groans pulling out I'm not sure if he finished on the towel or on me I didn't think it was on me but I wasn't paying that much attention it was out of me and that's all I needed to know, my whole body collapsing exhausted on the bed and he collapsed down beside me giving me a kiss  "I love you baby" he cooes stroking some hair from my face "I love you too benny" I smiled giving him a kiss "why do you always do this? your never like this at home?"

"I like showing you off" He smirked "come on, like you don't see those boys checking out my little pet I have to remind them who she belongs too, else those boys might try and touch my baby" he smirked

"Alright benny, come on lets sleep you have games tomorrow"

"I know, come on then. big spoon or little spoon?"

"Little spoon" I giggled turning over

"Alright" He laughs giving my shoulder a kiss and cuddling up to me with his arms around my waist and his head on my back

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The Night Before (An Alcina x Reader Fanfic)

Warnings: NSFW

You are trying to go about your daily tasks in Castle Dimitrescu but are finding it very hard to focus. It could be the fact that spring has finally arrived in Romania, the birds chirping, the sun beaming down from the heavens, the snow finally melting away to make way for new life teeming from the earth.

It could also be the fact that your wedding to Alcina Dimitrescu, the love of your life and the Lady of the Castle is tomorrow.

The housekeeper turns in your direction and gives you a pointed look. “Are you going to stand there all day away with the fairies, dearie, or are you going to polish those candelabras like I asked?”

You immediately snap back to reality. “Of course! Sorry, Mrs. Fischer.”

Mrs. Fischer shakes her head, clucking to herself. “Tomorrow you may be the Lady Consort, but today you are still a maid and you have your duties to perform.” She inspects you over the half-moon spectacles perched over her nose. “Now I expect you to polish those candelabras until they sparkle!”

“Right away, Mrs. Fischer.” You turn and set to work on your polishing.

“Oh, and Y/N?” Mrs. Fischer calls over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mrs. Fischer?”

She gives you a conspiratorial wink. “Congratulations, dearie.”

You can’t help but be shocked. Mrs. Fischer never gave out compliments or congratulations freely. You only knew you were doing a job correctly if she wasn't constantly checking up on you to make sure you didn’t mess anything up. You start to get emotional in spite of yourself. You may have started out working at Castle Dimitrescu as extra income for your aging parents, but there had always been something satisfying about taking care of a large house. You didn’t even mind the extra hours that you put in saving up for your engagement ring to Alcina, which had turned even more beautiful than you could have imagined.

Alcina had put her foot down about you staying on in your job once the two of you got married, however. “Darling, after our vows, you’ll be a part of this house. Your place will be with our family, not working for it,” she had said, taking your chin in her hand and stroking your cheek.

You finally agreed and she smiled indulgently at you as you asked to work just one last day, for old time’s sake. “Of course, draga mea,” she said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “If that is what you wish.”

A sudden crash breaks you from your reverie and you smile as you see one of the parlor maids, Constanza, making her way over to you with a sheepish grin on her face after picking up the tray she had dropped on the floor. Constanza was a lovely young woman with auburn hair and blue eyes, perfect for a parlor maid. Unfortunately, she was also very accident-prone. She finally comes to a stop in front of you with a silver tray. On the tray is a single envelope sealed in wax with the Dimitrescu family crest.

“Good morning Y/N!” Constanza says brightly. Then thinking better of it she tries, “Er, good morning Miss -no, Lady Consort- wait you’re not Lady Consort yet-”

You stop her before she can continue her babbling and put a placating hand on her arm. “Constanza, you’ve been working here as long as I have. You can still be familiar with me if you want to.”

Constanza breathes a sigh of relief and breaks out into a grin. “So the big day’s tomorrow! Are you excited?”

Yes, you were excited. And nervous. And terrified as all hell. But you give her a smile as you say, “Yes, Connie I am. Alcina and I have been waiting for this day a long time.” It still felt weird to say Alcina’s given name out loud and not in private like when you were first courting.

Then your attention turns to the sealed envelope on the tray Constanza is holding. “Is that for me?” you prompt.

Constanza’s face suddenly turns a lovely shade of puce and her blue eyes grow wide behind their spectacles. “Er- yes, the Lady herself gave it to me with, er, very specific instructions to tell you to not look at it until you’re alone in your room. At night. She said she would give you a call when she wants you to open it.”

You feel your own cheeks start to burn as you take the envelope off the tray. “Thank you, Constanza, I’ll just take this back to my room for now.”

Constanza gives you a nod and turns to leave. Suddenly she turns around and gives you a brief curtsy. You suddenly notice all the other servants of the house staring at you and you feel a pang of sadness as you realize you won’t be able to interact with them as freely as you normally could. You’ll be in your own separate worlds.

Without a word you head back to your room, the envelope clutched in your hand. Night cannot come soon enough.

***

After what seems like eons, night has finally fallen on House Dimitrescu. You’re alone in your bedroom pacing back and forth like a caged animal. You’re not used to sleeping alone as for the past couple of months you had been sharing your bed with Alcina in her bedchambers. However, Alcina’s daughters- no, your daughters too, soon- had insisted that it would be bad luck for the two of you to see each other before the wedding. It had taken you aback as you hadn’t considered the girls to be traditional, but they were insistent and after some protesting, Alcina had finally relented.

Still it wasn’t easy. You hadn’t seen Alcina all day since you had left her side this morning. You had heard her talking with the Duke outside earlier discussing last minute wedding arrangements, her elegant velvety voice carrying through the entrance hall. You had longed to run over and put your arms around her, burying your face in the curve of her hip, but you held yourself back out of respect for your future daughters’ wishes.

The phone begins to ring loudly in your bedroom and with your heart already pounding, you pick it up off the hook and hold the receiver to your ear. “Yes?”

“Draga mea?” Your heart skips a beat as you hear your fiancee's voice on the other line. “Is that you?”

“Yes,” you say, holding the receiver closer to your ear.

“Did you receive the envelope I addressed to you this morning?”

“Yes,” you say. The envelope is on a nearby table with your name on it in Alcina’s beautiful cursive handwriting with a letter opener nearby, ready for opening. “Can I open it now?”

“Not so fast, pet,” Alcina’s voice takes on a teasing quality. “You didn’t look at the contents inside did you?”

“No.” But you were certainly tempted throughout the day to sneak a peek. You held firm, though, knowing that even after all the waiting it would be worth it.

“Good girl,” Alcina purrs on the other line. “You’ve been so very patient and that ought to be rewarded. But first, tell me, what are you wearing right now?”

Immediately you wished you had put on sexier clothes than just your nightgown. Oh well. You have to deal with what you got. “Just my nightgown. Nothing fancy, I’m afraid.”

“Oh? Is it the one with the ribbon in the front?”

“Yes,” you say looking down at your nightgown. There is indeed a ribbon in the front. You remember when it’s unfastened that it reveals more of your cleavage. Your outfit choice might not have been so bad after all.

You can tell that Alcina is recalling the exact same thing as she says, “Loosen up the ribbon for me, dear, would you?”

You loosen up the ribbon and the nightgown slips off your shoulders slightly. You’re finding breathing normally difficult. You feel a slight pinch as you feel your nipples grow hard at the sound of Alcina’s husky voice.

Alcina chuckles. “All right, dear, I’ll stop torturing you. You may open the envelope now.”

You practically lunge over to the table to slice open the envelope. Inside are a bunch of photographs taken with a vintage style camera. As you take out the first one you see that Alcina is featured on it and you suspect that the rest all show her as well.

“Now, pet,” Alcina purrs. “Tell me exactly what you see in the first picture.”

You hold the picture in your hand to the light to get a better look. “You’re sitting in front of your mirror. Your hair is down and your hat is off. You’re, um, wearing a black peignoir and brushing your hair. It’s all, uh, very tasteful.”

Alcina lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Oh, rest assured, darling, the rest of the pictures will become progressively less tasteful.”

Your mouth runs dry and you feel your palms have grown sweaty. You wipe them on your nightgown before continuing.

You take out the second picture. “Just like before, pet. Describe it to me and leave no detail out.”

You clear your throat. “You’re standing before the window and smoking. You’ve cast off your peignoir and are wearing a red and black lingerie set. The bustier is black and your garter is clipped to red stockings, the exact shade of your lipstick.” You swallow before continuing. “You look stunning.”

She lets out a girlish giggle at that. “Thank you, darling. Speaking of garters, how about you unhook yours?”

With shaking hands you unhook your garter belt and peel down your stockings. You push the skirt of your nightgown up a little bit, but you know to wait until Alcina gives you further instructions.

Onto the next one then. You take it out and you suddenly find your mouth moving but no words coming out.

“Dearest?” Alcina prompts. “The next photo?”

“Um,” you stammer. “Your back is turned to the camera now and er, the back is very um, sheer.” The back indeed is very sheer with only a thin layer of lace covering the curve of her hips. You feel your core growing hot with desire. You feel your arousal drip down your bare leg.

“You sound a tad overwhelmed, darling,” Alcina purrs. “If you need to take some time for yourself you may do so now.”

Now that she had given you express permission you glide your hand up your skirt and slip it into your already dripping cunt. You let out a soft gasp as you feel your fingers move inside you. It’s not the same feeling as when Alcina’s fingers are inside you, but at this point anything will do. You can hardly wait for your wedding night. You try to maintain the pace she usually uses.

“There, pet,” Alcina is panting now too on the other line. “Just like that. Now the next picture, please.”

Alcina’s moans from the other line are driving you to distraction but you hold the phone against your shoulder while you use the other hand that is not in your core to pick up the next photo.

“You know what to do, now, draga mea,” Alcina gasps out.

The last photo nearly takes you out. You feel your climax building as you describe it to Alcina. She is sitting at the foot of the bed, her lingerie set on the floor, her legs open. You take in her full breasts and the soft black down that covers her nethers. One of her arms is extended and you see her muscles rippling in her shoulders as she beckons you teasingly to the bed.

You cry out her name as you orgasm and you lean your head against the table, spent. “Good girl,” Alcina purrs, still riding out her own climax. “That was but a foretaste of what our wedding night will be. I do hope you’re prepared, dear.”

“Yes,” you practically squeak.

“Good to hear,” Alcina chortles. “Well, I suppose we ought to get our rest before tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning, my bride.”

You blush scarlet at Alcina calling you her bride. You could definitely get used to that. You have something prepared too. “Alcina?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Te iubesc, draga mea.”

You can almost see Alcina’s beautiful face break out into a grin, her eyes crinkling in the corners, cheeks dimpling. “Your pronunciation has much improved, dearest. Very well done. And I love you too, darling. Noapte bună.”

You fasten back up your nightgown and head over to the bed. You are not the least bit surprised when you find you can’t sleep. There is simply so much to be excited about.