#these reactions give me SOOOO much life

[jaimeslanisters]

Just read the latest chapter on A Pawn in Every Lover's Game on AO3 and

HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIIITTTT

I absolutely ADORED those fight and fuck yes protective Aemond and get fucking wrecked (derogatory) ser Victor my GOD he annoyed the hell out of me. I love the way you write reader's thoughts bc ngl when it came to Victor I didn't have to suspend my disbelief much 😅 fucking dickwad lol. I was reading while my s/o was with me and I started hyperventilating out of anger and he was like um u okay and I was like NO THIS FUCKING WET NAPKIN IS LITERALLY ANNOYING EVERYONE TO DEATH

This fic has me going through so many intense feelings and I'm absolutely here for it

You're a fucking blessing and we all love you ❤️

protective!aemond for the win!!! victor really didn’t know who he was messing with - both aemond AND lannister!reader was the last people you want to piss off lol i’m so happy that you also felt the same

thank you so much for this!!! i love you guys sm too 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[allfearstofallto]

hii! can i make a request?

I've been thinking about angsty things a bit. say if, reader got pregnant, would she hate it? how would scara/childe react? in my opinion, id like to think that scara thinks of this as a way to tie her down to him more, plus its canon he likes kids!! and as for childe i think he'd be very very happy since he has soooo many siblings, (maybe he wants a lot of kids too??)

and..what if reader miscarried? i have this thought of where scara would still be cold to her but give her breaks and more space than usual, but what if reader completely locks herself in and then when he confronts her about it they get into a huge argument, how would scara tackle that, would he resort to abusive tactics and would it increase readers hatred & distance more?

just a brainrot, you dont have to write about it if you're not comfy^_^

This took me so so so long!! I'm so sorry if you were waiting for it!!

I don't typically write for things like pregnancy because it makes me uncomfortable, but I'd be lying if I said I do not absolutely fucking adore angst and hopelessness.

Parasite

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: 18+ MDNI, Dark Content, Forced marriage, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Mentions of Dub/Non-Con

A week late turned into two. Two turned into a month. A month turned into three. And three turned into unusual cravings for foods that didn't go together. Sickness and vomiting clouded the hours of your mornings. Dread filled your body the second you realized what this was. Stress makes your cycles late, you told yourself, stress makes your entire body change, and this was a stressful situation, but stress wasn't causing this, was it?

Scaramouche could tell the changes in you immediately. As someone who constantly kept tabs on your life, it was only fair to assume that he'd noticed your slight fluctuation in weight and lack of asking for your monthly cloths. When you were called into his office, you felt a hot flash all over your body, you assumed it was fear, but it could've also been nausea.

His office was a place filled with dread. The air in the room was too thick and worst of all, he was there. The room made you feel small, the only good thing about it was that he was usually too focused on his mile high stacks of paperwork. Except today. Today his razor sharp gaze was focused on your trembling form as you bowed to him, his eyes following down, then back up.

“Answer me honestly,” he began, hands planted on the wood in front of him, “Are you with child?”

If you could throw up again, you would. Of course, you knew all this time, but you never wanted to say it. You hoped, just hoped and prayed that maybe if you never acknowledged it, it would all go away. It would all be a bad dream. But it was true. There was something disgusting living inside you. And it was his.

“I believe so, my lord,” the words couldn't even completely fall from your lips before you were a blubbering, sobbing mess of anguish and fear. Despite the fact that you were completely breaking down before him, he had a small smile on his face, like he was proud of what he'd done to you.

“That's good,” he said calmly, wiping away your tears and planting a forced kiss upon your face. His touch felt cold as ice, but his hands against you made you want to melt your skin away.

The reaction to the “good news” was immediate, whether that was good or bad was up in the air, but everything changed. The tight obi of all the kimono you owned would put too much pressure on your budding stomach, new one's were ordered to be ready as you grew more in size. Your diet was changed completely, less of the Inazuma raw delicacies and more lean meat and vegetables. Daily classes of calligraphy and tea ceremonies were switched to resting with your feet up or light stretching, everything to keep you happy and healthy during your pregnancy.

The biggest change was Scaramouche himself. A man filled with so much hatred and disgust, was suddenly being kinder. Or trying to at least. You watch him open his mouth to make a comment, only to shut it again in favor of saying something still rude, but less insulting.

The Scaramouche that believed that he could take your body whenever he pleased was long gone, even though that was what got you in this predicament in the first place. He'd taken to leaving you in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom to sate his urges. He'd come back with cold damp hands and lay next to you, a protective hand over your stomach as he kissed your cheek and told you how much he loved you.

The day you saw blood between your legs and felt an aching pain in your stomach was a joyous one indeed. A part of you wanted to scream out in glee, but you didn't want to wake your already on edge husband. The blood that coated your fingers could only mean one thing. One good thing. It was gone. You were free of it. Almost immediately, the dark air that seemed to linger over your body vanished and you let out a sigh of relief.

Scaramouche was informed shortly before breakfast that same morning. You relayed the information to a maid, who then told him, whispering the words in his ear so quietly, it sounded like she was speaking gibberish. His face, his expression, changed to one shock, then horror, then pain. You didn't even know he could make such a face, yet there he was with tears in his eyes.

“Wh-what happened?” There was that tone again. The one you were used to. The anger and distaste for you in his voice. He slammed his fist down on the desk, turning his head away from you as his voice became high and breathy, so desperate for answers, “What did I do wrong?”

You stood in his office awkwardly, even this display from a person you hated, this display of agony was hurting you as well. You thought it would be funny. Seeing the man who pulled you from your home and forced you into marriage in pain was supposed to make you happy, but you felt your own chest clenching, felt your hands tremble.

“I-i suppose…I was stressed, my lord,” you muttered, his already labored breaths hitching at those words. The few months you were carrying that thing inside your body, was when he asked for less from you. He expected you to laze around all day and relax. For your body to fall into a daze like trance of naps and delicious food. He wanted happiness for both you and his child that you carried, yet you were still the most stressed you'd ever been in your entire life, knowing that he had something inside you. Something that would continue to fester and grow, until it eventually ate you alive.

He sat back in his office chair dejected, hurt, and empty. Scaramouche's normally sharp, glaring eyes were wide as he stared at the ceiling, body limp as he bit his lip, “Leave me,” he sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. Had it not been for the quietness of the room, you wouldn't have heard him.

Leave him you did, closing the door as silently as possible and not lingering behind. You felt yourself finally stop tensing, telling yourself that all your woes were over, for now. The thing was gone. You were happy. For once, even if unintentionally, you'd won over your captor.

[gothamhappiness]

Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - Reader's origin story

When I started this new Batman obsession, I soooo needed to get this out of my system, so I wrote and wrote and wrote. I figured I could share this with you.

I start with reader's origin story because some stuff will be hinted througout the series (10 parts so far) and because it explains some of her reactions.

Just so you know, it's afab!reader, but there is absolutely NO description of her, and nothing in her backstory says she is white. But as a white girl myself, if I missed something, PLEASE LET ME KNOW and send me a DM. I really want you all to enjoy some Bruce Wayne x reader, no matter who you are or what you look like!!

That being said, enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, awful childhood with toxic parents, mentions of death and violence, reader has a negative image of Batman

You were coming from the poorest neighbourhood of Gotham. The most dangerous one as well: the Narrows.

You had been lucky to climb the social ladder thanks to your grandma who loved you more than anything and absolutely wanted you to study abroad. She wanted better for you. She wanted you to meet your true potential. She always said that if she - as well as your mother - had been a little more educated, they would have been women of power. And more importantly, they would have been women of freedom. By now, it was too late for her and for her daughter, but it was not too late for you. She decided to sacrifice everything she had to give you what the women of the family never had before.

By allowing you to get an education, she also saved you from a very dark family. She saved you from your father, who used to be a gangster closely working with Don Falcone and to be friends with Victor Zsasz. Your father ended in jail before dying there. 

It was what people said at least. 

Your mother didn’t know if he had been killed there or if he killed himself. Either way, she was relieved this monster was now gone from her existence. But you knew the truth: you were 16 when this happened, and you had known your father very well. You had followed him for all those years, like his shadow. He used you as a right hand because you were his favourite kid. It meant you knew Don Falcone personally. So when your father “died”, you knew better than to believe it. You went to the Roman, and you asked him to open the coffin after the funeral, just to make sure if all of this was true or not. You weren’t too surprised when you found rocks instead of a body. Don Falcone offered to work for him because you had potential indeed.

But you declined when your grandmother insisted for you to get an education. You had been at a crossroad: you could have started the life of a gangster or you could have been something else. Still now, you wondered what gave you the strength to be something else.

About your father, you never heard about him so far, and you were grateful about it. You had realised as you grew up that he was using you because you were a smart and silent kid. You knew how to behave with dangerous people: you never let anyone or anything intimidate you. When you weren’t with your father, you were reading books, so you quickly learnt to have a way with words and to read people as well. 

You guessed it was still useful now, and you hated it that it was all thanks to your father. At least, your grandma offered you another life, and you would forever be grateful for that. You couldn’t blame your own mother who never loved you - you looked way too much like your father. She was a mess who ran away when your father disappeared, so you really only had your grandma left to take care of you.

You went aboard. You went to England and you studied. You studied hard to the point of becoming a top student in college and then in university.

You understood what it was to be free indeed. You enjoyed your life away from Gotham, and you weren’t too sure if you would ever go back there.

However, after your graduation, your grandma’s health started to go down. Your mother didn’t want to go back to Gotham to take care of her, and your grandma didn’t want to leave Gotham because it had been her home her whole life. She also strongly believed that if people like Batman were fighting for the city, she couldn’t go away and seem ungrateful. You tried to convince her that Batman probably didn’t care, but she was stubborn.

At that time, Batman was so young and so fresh. People didn’t know if they should like him or not. You didn’t particularly like him. You weren’t too sure to understand why he was doing what he was doing. Most importantly, you felt like he was taking care of the big villains and letting most of the population of Gotham alone. The man clearly didn’t come from the Narrows and he couldn’t understand that if more than half of the neighbourhood population was working for the big villains as goons was because they didn’t have any other choice. You heard about his “gadgets” and you thought that all this money could have bought a school in the Narrows. Or a hospital. Or anything else useful.

Sometimes, you felt like you were being a little bit harsh on the Bat; at least someone fought against Don Falcone. You knew what the Roman was capable of, and yeah, maybe Batman was better than you wanted to admit it.

You ended up coming back to Gotham so you could take care of your grandma. She loved you even more for that, even if she didn’t want you to ruin your career for her. You easily found a job and slowly but surely went higher in society. You were good with words. You were good at getting people to do what you wanted, and more importantly, you were good at getting people to tell you their darkest secrets. You were doing well. You were happy to be back in Gotham, actually. It was your home too.

Years went by, and new vigilantes arrived, disappeared, and came back. Only Batman was always there. You still weren’t a big fan of him, even if you could admit he was clearly doing his best for the city. You preferred the new guy in town, though: Red Hood. He was taking care of things, and he also had the reputation to protect the kids and the civilians.

Your grandma was very excited when she learnt you were both living in his “territory”. You actually met him one night. He seemed to be looking around. When he spotted you, he walked to you.

“Hello, ma'am. Is everything alright? Do you need someone to get you home safely? This isn’t a very safe place right now. An asshole hid bombs everywhere around here.” he had told you, and you were a little bit surprised after everything you heard about him.

He was known to be a Crime Lord and to be some sort of enemy to Batman, but not really one either.

“I have lived here since forever. I’m all good, thank you” you replied with a smile “Thank you for being around” you said

“Oh well, you really shouldn’t thank me.” he hummed, clearly taken aback. 

He wasn’t used to people thanking him for anything

“On the contrary, finally, someone is doing something. Not like Batman. Hope you’ll stick around” you added

“Ok, let me bring you to your building, at least.” Red Hood insisted, and you agreed. 

You didn’t know why, but you felt you could trust him.

You weren’t an investigative journalist at that time, but later, you would write in favour of Red Hood… and quite in disfavour of Wayne Enterprises and his CEO.

When your grandma died, you took care of her funeral and of her flat, on your own. You gave the key back to find your own place. It was smaller, but at least you weren’t in the Narrows anymore. You stayed close to Red Hood’s territory, though. You never thought about leaving Gotham again, even if the Daily Planet offered you a job in Metropolis. You needed to stay in Gotham. She was your home, and you wanted to fight for her.

Another decade went by and even if you did good - everyone was reading your articles and knowing your name (without knowing your face) - you clearly had never thought you would go to one of those charity galas hosted by the popular Bruce Wayne.

You were currently writing for an independent and political newspaper of Gotham. Bruce Wayne was often criticised in it, which was one of the only media to do so. Bruce Wayne had offered someone to come over so they could see he had nothing to hide and that his charity galas had real purposes.

You had been chosen among the journalists because they knew you wouldn’t be naïve enough to believe everything the man would tell you.

You had no idea this gala would change your life.

And Bruce’s as well.

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PART 1

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[chamomiletealeaf]

Okay soooo while we’re talking about 141’s reactions to our insecurities… what about stretch marks and scars? 👉👈

teeheehee this has me kicking and giggling 🤭

(Also, I have a few asks to get to so don't worry if I haven't responded to yours yet! I see them and will respond soon I promise!)

warnings: insecurity, suggestive themes

Johnny would call your stretch marks lightning bolts. He thinks you look badass with them. He'd trace them whether they be on your stomach, thighs, arms, chest, wherever they are he loves to trace them with his fingers and tongue.

His hands are never off you, so infatuated with what you saw as imperfections, that it made it hard for you to hate them sometimes.

Simon would call them your tiger stripes. He thinks they look so sexy on you. Calls you his tigress or kitty. Even when you complain that you don't want to bring attention to them, Simon always feels sad because you look so pretty with them? All he wants to do is look at them and touch them.

"Fuck lovie, look at those tiger stripes." He says into your ear with a smirk as he wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on your lower tummy where your stretch marks are while you do your makeup in the bathroom mirror with just a bra and your pajama shorts on.

"Stop. Not now Simon." You say trying to push him away but he resists and hugs you tighter. He looks at you in the mirror while pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Aw sweets, I can't admire you?" He teases.

"No. You know I hate them." You say with a frown trying to go back to putting your mascara on.

"Well honey, you may hate them, but to me they're fuckin' sexy. As if you weren't sexy enough. C'mon kitty, lemme show you how much I love your stripes yeah?"

And you end up crying off that mascara you worked so hard on that night if you know what I mean ;)

Gaz loves your stretch marks and scars since they make you so unique. He would love tracing them like he's looking at stars in the sky to group them into constellations.

He's always touching or kissing your stretch marks and scars, letting you know you don't have to be ashamed of them. He loves that your stretch marks are a sign that you're thicker, and he loves his girls soft. They just make the best pillow for him.

Bonus if he's laying between your thighs while you scratch his head and he turns to playfully bite at your marks on your inner thighs, making you blush and giggle at the tickling sensation.

Price didn't even notice them at first. He first saw them when you two first had sex and he made a mental note of how the marks adorned your skin and how they made you look so pretty, giving your skin a certain type of depth to it. They were a sign you were human, that you were alive, a real person that he is having a connection with and he melts. You were so perfect to him and he would spend his whole life making sure you knew it.

[wonton4rang]

hihi i love your post and i see your request are open so of you dont mind can you do a bonedo reaction of them getting jealous or smth along those lines, and its completely up to you whether its nsfw or sfw

thank you !!:)

hiiii~ tysm for giving me the chance, i'm glad you like it. and ofc I'd be more than happy to do thisssss. I'll do it nsfw because OH MY GOSH HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️ this came out quicker than i thought 😭

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Stop it ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, jealousy (duh), toxic behaviour, some smut, usage of the boy's real names.

summary: bnd legal line getting jealous over things and how i think they'll act in those situations.

note: if you find any typos, feel free to let me know so i can correct them~

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sungho;

he would get jealous over things that you couldn't even imagine, he wouldn't get jealous a lot tho, i see him as a very mature and confident person so if you guys are as in love as it appears to be he wouldn't mind.

but when he sees you're laughing way too much with jaehyun, touching his arm and him touching your hands while you both share a space in the small sofa, it makes him feel kinda pressured, his chest feeling heavy and an uncomfortable expression landing on his face.

"sungho, baby, everything okay?"

"yeah, it's just... what were you talking about with jaehyun earlier?"

"we were just joking, why? did i say something that upset you?"

"no, i... i just didn't like to see you being so close with him" you just looked at him in silence and he shaked his head before adding "i guess i was jealous that he was making you laugh so much"

"baby, you make me laugh too"

"i didn't like the way he held your hands and you let him"

"i'm sorry, it won't happen again if it makes you uncomfortable. but... you do know that i only like you, right? that you are the only one for me, right?"

and he would just shyly smile and nod before giving you a candid kiss, laying you down in bed to make love to you and remind you who was the only one for you.

riwoo;

sanghyeok is such a shy boy but he is also very playful when he feels comfortable so i definitely see him playing around with you and the boys, probably at the field or in a pool, laughing and having the best time of his life until he sees sungho playing a little bit too close to you, holding your waist and dodging balls or stopping the boys from splashing water at your face.

he would stop laughing right away, remaining silent for the rest of the afternoon, you didn't even notice because you were soooo busy with the other boys.

you would approach him but he wouldn't even look at you when you called his name, mumbling a soft "go talk to the boys about it" you honestly laughed at how cute he looked being this jealous, you cupped his face and kissed his lips without asking for permission, his cheeks flushing at that very instant.

"what are you doing?"

"can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

"you were ignoring me all day"

"i was not... at least not intentionally, look, hyeok-ah, i'm sorry, okay? can you forgive me this time?" and he would simply nod, holding your hand to go back into the group, they already knew what happened and apologized too for the misunderstanding.

the afternoon went by as normal but you could catch him glancing at you and holding your hand every time he had the chance.

jaehyun;

i am soooo sorry but he wouldn't stfu and watch, he is definitely coming up to you and the boy flirting the shit out of you to get you away from him.

"who's this? you know him?" when you denied with your head and your hands gripped his shirt he understood what was going on, giving the dude a glance before saying "isn't it obvious this is your sign out? get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man"

and you just KNOW that he is NOT leaving your side for the rest of the night, not even for ONE second, for nothing. he even took you to the bathroom with him, excusing himself with a "it's nothing you haven't seen before" and that painfully hot grin of his.

"i don't even know how he thought he got a shot with you" he would say once y'all are back at home, laying between your legs while he softly traced lines in your skin. "he should see how down bad you are for me" and you just laughed because he was right, you didn't have eyes for anyone else.

taesan;

RUN. literally just run. taesan is not a jealous person i'm afraid, he could be picky, yes, he could want something you have (like a game or something), yes. he could play around and pout over little things but he would never really get mad or jealous.

but god forbids the day he does, his hair is covering most of his forehead and yet you can see his eyebrows frowned and his eyes staring at the hand that was resting in your thigh. he himself didn't understand why he was feeling that way, intimidated, threatened and full of rage, it was leehan after all, it was his friend who was laughing with you, touching your thighs with soft palms when he laughed and looking down the opening of your dress by instinct.

yeah, that was not going to work.

that's why taesan stood up and walked to you, his voice sounding lower than usual when he said "stand up, we are leaving" you did not know what was happening but you were not going to go against him either. "were you having fun? having his hands all over you like you don't have me, huh?"

"i don't-"

"don't talk back, i don't wanna hear it"

"but i-"

"i bet he is thinking about you tonight, about how pretty you look in this dress" his hand drawed the curve of your waist. "how soft your hair is" this time he got his other hand to softly touch your hair. "and how good you smell" his face got lost in your neck and he just fucked the shit out of you afterwards, constantly letting you know that you were his.

only to be soooo ashamed the morning after about everything he said and did, but oh well, at least he got off.

leehan;

he would be jealous of everything, everyone and anything, because he could, he wanted and yeah. but it was mostly joking, he would be "jokingly jealous" all the time.

so the day he actually got jealous you didn't even realize it until it was too late. he kept telling you that he didn't like the way riwoo talked to you, that you guys were dancing too close to each other and that he didn't feel comfortable with it.

but again, you thought he was joking, why would he be for real if you always danced with riwoo? well, today was the day he didn't like it, he hated the way riwoo touched you and he knew that riwoo had nothing for you, it was just the dance and he did it professionally, then why?

"are you seriously mad?" you finally asked after he ignored you since you got home, just sitting by his fishtank and chewing some gum. "leehan, i'm talking to you"

"then don't"

"can you talk to me, please?"

"are you going to listen this time?" you just nodded and left out a sign when he got close to you. "i really dislike that dance, i hope that you can change it because i don't want you to dance with someone else like that"

"it's been the same dance since two weeks ago, hannie, what are you saying?"

"you said you'll listen"

"and i am but that's just-"

"you would look so good with your mouth around my cock instead of talking back like a bitch" well damn.

the deal was sealed, the dance was changed, riwoo and you made a different choreography and your lips were sucking him off for the rest of the night, he fucking you in missionary later just so he could stare at your eyes and kiss your lips when he came inside, mumbling how good you were for him. just for him.

[melodic-haze]

MORE SAD SUB ARLECCHINO. PLEASE. I NEED TO EAT. like shes in absolute TEARS SHES SO ME I LOVE HER PLEASE FEED ME MORE.

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: A lil petplay (it's like one paragraph)

☆ — NOTES: I lied about not writing for this week lol I needed a distraction. Anyway combined these two bc they worked very sillily together hope yall don't mind 🫶 also YES I DO REMEMBER YOU 🎀 anon w my first ask about Arle :333

Oh man oh man oh MANNN I wanna do soooo many things to her auhfhthgh

Much as I ADORE absolutely ruining this absolute UNIT of a woman, I also want to take care of her and dote on her so much to the point where she fucking cries from being treated so well UGHHHHH

I feel like there are times at night when she remembers what she had lost in order to get to where she is right now (the chance to have a life that went in a more conventional direction, along w ESPECIALLY Clervie) and while she has learned to deal with the feeling itself in solitary, whenever you see her look out the window she is no longer The Knave—this was Peruere, a lonely girl yearning for something from so long ago

Even when she seems like such a self-assured person, all that composure threatens to fall into pieces the moment you, the one she now holds so achingly dearly in her heart, go to hug her and tell her that she's no longer alone :( no matter how many times you tell her or no matter how many times this scene repeats, it will never stop affecting her so deeply :(((((

I do think that she actually does love to sit on your lap. Sure, maybe it's kinda unnecessary and even more than a little embarrassing, but it makes her feel cared for instead of the way around that she's used to 🫶

"Who would've known that the real reason why you like being on my lap was for this, though..?"

You curled your fingers up in order to emphasise your point, hitting that specific spot within her that forces out a strangled gasp as her thighs make a feeble attempt to close themselves off.. despite the fact that you were comfortably sat right in-between.

Arlecchino makes no effort to answer you properly right away with one of her ever-so-composed words of wisdom or whatever they may be—she opts to tuck her head into the crook of your neck as fat tears roll down her cheeks, your skin almost as wet as her drooling cunt that you just can't get enough of.

(Her makeup is smudged too, though by this point it doesn't really seem like she cares.)

Though with the way your other hand was wrapped around her, softly stroking her back as if soothing your crying mess, and the way her own arms were clinging onto you, you both knew there was so much more to this position beyond your carnal actions.

Something much more emotionally charged, something much more than she usually let herself handle.

And perhaps it might also be because you had been at this for a while; your little lapdog was desperate for a release every time.. only for you to take the chance away from her, as if faking your pet out of her sweet treat. You couldn't help but play with her a little, not when her reactions are often the sweetest—uncharacteristic whines making its way out of her lips as she pleads you to fuck her silly, to--

"--make me forget for a brief moment, please-- ah..!"

And as her loving partner, of course you'd want to comfort her in whatever way you can.

"I'll make you forget your very title, Peruere."

"Please--"

Especially if it means fucking her until all that longing is long gone.

Need her to go from crying about who she had to kill to crying about who she ended up gaining in the end (and crying about how you make her feel too :3)

Just softly tell her that you love her, sing her praises, take care of her, kiss the tears rolling down her face, give her everything that she hadn't been meant to have or hadn't even realised she could ever have as the 'monster' her past has created

I just really really wanna spoil her and make her cry by overwhelming her with so much affection she doesn't know what to do with as someone who doesn't often let such things dictate her actions dude idk 🤷‍♀️

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 3!

beelzebub, belphegor and solomon ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: slight spoilers again if you haven't played the recent lessons

small note: thank you again for the likes and reblogs. also, happy 20 followers! yippeee :^D also sorry for the delay i was being silly the whole day so..yeah

☆ beelzebub:

- doesn't listen to music that much which is kinda weird like wdym you don't vibe to hard ass beats everytime you work out? on the bright side a cupid playing a harp melody does start playing in his head when he sees food

- some days his resting bitch face goes so hard you think he'll start biting your neck off if you even try to talk to him

- he does a lot of unintentional things it's actually so hilarious. like no he didn't mean to mindlessly draw an icecream on your hand and start licking it. it was an accident! he swears!

- when you cry he tries to cheer you up with jokes but it always end up being horrible because deep down he's panicking inside on what to say. the bitch starts saying "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes while watching you bawl your eyes out with snot bubbling out your nose

- so instead of the horrible jokes he decides to hug you instead while picking you up and gently sways you left to right <3 and during those situations he's willing to do anything you want. you want him to carry you to your room? gotcha. you want him to buy you food from hell's kitchen? he promises he won't eat it. (he actually didn't but you could see his drool staining the paper bag once he gives it to you)

- there was one point in his life where he was the smallest and fattest out of all the brothers when he was still younger. his older bros, especially mammon would always pinch and bite his cheeks because of how he looked <3

- watches hells kitchen while eating food from hells kitchen. mans obsessed with the show

- has dimples and an eye smile

- he likes it when he holds your hand and look at it from time to time. he just likes to see how big it is compared to yours.

☆ belphegor:

- doesn't really use his phone a lot and resorts to watching TV instead so he doesn't have to use his hands

- slept while candy was in his mouth and woke up choking once. safe to say lucifer banned candies for a whole month after that and everyone else was NOT happy.

- since he is the youngest out of all the brothers he's pretty spoiled in a way. he wants to be the one you hang out with the most and if he needs to pull out the moves just so you'll give him cuddles he won't think twice

- "what do you mean you have plans with asmo today? didn't you know? he ditched cooking duty last night and lucifer told me to do the job instead. i deserve your attention more than he does."

- he thought you were attractive the first time you two met

- takes reaction pics. it's mostly him in a dimly lit room with his eyebrow raised or replicating a funny photo of his brothers

- wasn't interested in shows like hells kitchen until he saw you and beel watching it. he occasionally watches drag race too

- during car rides or road trips he always has to be the one in the back just so he could lay down and sleep

- you can't rely on him for notes because it's always covered in drool when he sleeps in class. although he mostly never takes notes at all he just relies on stock knowledge and good memory

☆ solomon:

- he never caught up with the recent trends in the human world so you really had no one to relate or talk to about your favorite shows, songs, etc

- decided to catch up for you anyway. what a sweetie pie ^_^

- a tear rolled down his cheek when raphael confessed that he liked his cooking for the first time.

- when he's drunk he starts singing love songs and starts going on a ramble about how lonely he is when he isn't with you. and yes, his voice WILL crack.

- sometimes he points things with his lips it's SOOOO HOTTTT

- he gets sad when you get suspicious of him when he's doing a nice gesture for you. he's aware that everyone else think he's shady, and he is! but mc, he just wants to do something nice for you!

- he's an asshole and will constantly tease you especially if you guys are seated together in class. he'll write a note on your notebook saying something like "remember when you *insert embarrassing moment here* or will start writing something subtly flirty like "wanna come over after school?"

- he buys you a lot of expensive things out of nowhere. like there was no ocassion whatsoever but he gifted you the recent iphone like what?

[chaostroberry1]

Can I get a hcs of Loki, Beelzebub and Hermes knowing that only one human (us) is their worshipper in the modern days? These Gods are not worshipped as much as back then so what would be their reaction to that? (Platonic/romantic is up to you! I'm fine with any of them)

Tyy <3

Ofc!!! I'll do my best. ����

⚠️Just a disclaimer, I did some research on how the gods were worshipped by their different believers, so please forgive me if I get anything wrong‼️⚠️

Ror characters reacting to only one worshipper

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Loki

- Loki was known for being a trickster, and it's not uncommon to dislike him. he plays tricks, pranks, and is just over all annoying.

- He sure is aware of people's distaste for him and his little games, but it never did bother the man one little bit. Why should he care anyway? He was only in it for the fun, nothing else.

- that was how his mindset worked until he found a certain little mortal wandering out and about, making an offering to him. Now that? That REALLY sparked his interest.

- you wouldn't imagine that evil little grin of mischief on his face. I mean, he was never worshipped before, this was an entirely new feeling to him!

- Even knowing the horrible deeds he's done, or what type of person he is...you didn't care. You did your thing anyway, showing your respect to him. That little tint of hope on your face, completely determined to worship him...

- That was one hell of a turn on.

- He was so so so so soooo excited. overjoyed and overwhelmed with emotions, is this what respected gods get to experience? And HE, out of everyone, was missing out on the fun???

- After that day, the gods were always left with someone lacking in a meeting. Or perhaps, the room just wasn't as full of sly comments or remarks. It was eerily peaceful to say the least. But it's better than putting up with some green headed jerk, right?

- Loki on the other hand, would always be seen watching over you with lovestruck eyes. Sometimes going into the mortal realm and turning into little insects, spying on you.

- Mans was lovestruck as hell.

- Like forget playing pranks on people, he had a new form of entertainment. Probably giving little clues in your surroundings whenever you ask for signs that he was listening.

- he'd learn your name, and get incredibly upset whenever your attention was not on him. You were his worshipper, so you had too act like it, no arguments needed.

- I just imagine one time the gods are in a meeting, he'd randomly brag about his dear loyal worshipper, making comments like "oh, my dear beloved (y/n) also has a thing like that in the mortal world~" when Thor was literally in the middle of talking about a brutal slaughter that occured somewhere around the place. 💀

- it even weirds out the deities thinking about how much he knew about you.

Beelzebub

- now, beel here is different. He's been known to be evil itself, and all the works written about him is just all the brutal and horrible things he's done.

- He was also aware that many disliked him, but what could he do? He was rumoured to be Satan himself. it wasn't his fault, but all the fingers were pointing at him.

- then he found you, a very determined worshipper with sworn loyalty to him. You believed that he was innocent, and it wasn't his fault. Catching him off guard for once.

- that of course, made him feel a little nice inside. But he had to stop himself. You were just a pitiful mortal with hope, and hope doesn't last very long.

- it made him nervous. What if he repeated the same mistake he had committed before? What of he kills another innocent life who wanted nothing but to worship him?

- he'd try to send signals to you, a sign that you should stop. Trying to get you off his back. But you never did, you didn't care.

- it made him warm, and nice. For the first time in ages, he experienced a nice feeling. And now that he's more controlled with his emotions, he could atleast try. Maybe give it a little chance.

- he found out what your name was, and it brought him peace whenever that same name took up some space in his thoughts.

- Maybe here and there, he'll help you out a bit, Getting rid of those who've done wrong to you. Maybe even showing vulnerability in some occasions.

- and on very very rare occasions, he'd get a little jealous. A little jealous when you show care towards another. He actually did enjoy your love towards him, and had gotten used to it.

- even if he was cold and unapproachable, He had a little soft spot for you in his heart.

- He wanted to cherish this feeling, just for a little while.

Hermes

- mf literally goes around spying on people's private affairs. You know when Poseidon 'killed' adamas? Bro was literally eavesdropping, but got caught anyway. Not even afraid of admitting that he was a rotten scoundrel/cause for a few problems.

- that's why the gods keep an eye out for him, knowing that if word ever got out about anything, it may as well end in chaos.

- he's pretty chill, unless you try him. Finding out that he had a worshipper did quite amuse him in a way. Not to the point where he'd be like Loki..*cough*

- maybe a word would slip out of his mouth, a little "oh my.." possibly.

- I have a little headcanon that since he's pretty handsome, he has a few share of admirers. Maybe nymphs and so on. That's why a worshipper wouldn't really come off as too much of a surprise. I could be wrong.

- But all that aside, seeing your desication and loyalty to him was a nice feeling. especially since nowadays, there weren't many who bothered worshipping deities they couldn't even see. Some growing detached from their own beliefs, and giving up.

- The world is a big place, yet you were the one to catch his eye the most. And maybe he might've grown a little fond of you.

- in his spare time, he'd be composing beautiful melodies dedicated to you. Ehem, as a way of showing his appreciation of course. Don't have your mind wandering off any further than that.

- There were probably also deities out there who hated his guts, not that it mattered to him. He has no more interest in that. he was more busy and happy to give his attention towards you and your little beliefs.

- Maybe at night, you might hear the faint sound of a violin, a beautiful melody that puts you to sleep. Waking up to believe that it was just a dream..or so you thought.

- that's right, just close your eyes and let him take care of you.

[jeongintwenty3]

21.52

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

summary: lee know being all lovey dovey to his one and only

genre: fluff

warnings: a few curse words

author's note: hi! rey here ♡ i'm back after a long break. decided to write ab minho being extremely endearing to his other half cos i am a sucker for soft minho <3 feedback is very welcome. please excuse any misspellings or misuse of grammar ): enjoy loves 🌻

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"babeeeeee?"

with no reply from you, he made a beeline for the reading room; a place where you decide to spend time once you get home from work. opening the door, he ran to the couch where you were sitting; the gray piece of furniture that's way too big to accomodate the both of you, which he insisted on buying due to the black friday sale but really, he just wants to cuddle the shit out of you while still in outside clothes but don't tell him that.

"hi, min" you giggled. "i missed you".

"did you? guess i have to go on trips more often in order for you to blurt it out loud then".

with that shit eating grin of his, he pulled you into his chest whilst adjusting the both of your position to read more comfortably.

the two of you were enjoying the atmosphere, however minho isn't minho if he's not gonna annoy you somehow. contemplating whether to let you read or annoy you, he chose the latter, and he's not going to leave you alone until you become a flustered, blushing mess.

"babe" he said while poking your sides

"mmm"

"babe"

"hm?"

"baaaabeeeee"

...

"baa-"

"whaaaaatt"

"i love you" he said nonchalantly, when actually, his heart was about to jump out of his chest seeing your puzzled reaction but you were the most endearing thing he ever seen in his life.

it would be a lie if you weren't taken aback. yes, you were used to his annoying but loving banters, but every time he says the 3 words makes you feel like a high school kid crushing on one of the seniors. with that, you replied. well, at least you tried to.

"i love you too-"

but minho isn't minho without him trying to confess his undying love for you.

"no!!! i love you most, no denying, nothing."

"okay?" while trying to keep your giggling and butterflies in control.

"only okay?! what do you meeaann by thaaattt"

"i-"

"you don't get it babe, it's just that i'd build 100 skyscrapers just to see you smile. it's serious"

with an eyebrow raised and still not getting his point, you asked, "what is?"

"can't you see?! i love you soooo so much i don't think i want to continue living without my other half. i might not make it"

smiling, "i think you can manage just fine without me, min"

grabbing your book and bookmarking it before leaving it on the table behind, he pulled you onto his lap, making you face those oh so adorable eyes. "i can but i don't want to, i'd be a fool to take you for granted" giving you the smile that will easily make you fold. "so i guess you're stuck forever with the handsome, talented, smart, loving, adora-"

your cheeks were reddening and you only managed to laugh, "okay i get it! and i'm totally okay with that, love. that sounds great."

[redfay]

Hahah this post has become much more popular than i expected, soooo... headcanons about Company's reactions!

• First of all, young!Thorin is too sweetie boy, so it's unlikely that the squad will immediately tell him about the dragon, the war at Moria and other dwarven problems in general and oakenshield's problems in particular.

• This, by the way, will give specifics on the relationship with Fili and Kili. It will be incredibly fun for them to look at such an uncle, most likely he will teach them something bad, which he will regret later. But young!Thorin constantly talks about uncle Frerin as someone alive and looks for understanding in the eyes, and that's... awkward. Uncle Frerin didn't even live to see the birth of Fili and Kili.

• Dwalin has his own emotions with all this bullshit, because he remembers Thorin's youth very well. In my opinion, he was generally some kind of deterrent force for Thorin and Frerin (although not quite successfully, try to resist two pairs of sky-blue eyes; besides, the princes were clearly taught diplomacy and rhetoric). Yes, for Dwalin, this is all a big joke and a kind of nostalgia, but he has already grown out of all this, and he has drunk a lot of shit. He's fine with Fili and Kili, because there's a subordination, but young!Thorin sees him as his close friend. And although Thorin is sometimes tiring, Dwalin values the brilliance of his young, joyful eyes more than anyone, because he saw how this brilliance disappeared.

• Still, we remember that Oin and Gloin are also descendants of Durin, right? Oin and Gloin are cousins of Balin and Dwalin and fourth cousins of Thorin. Rather, they all saw each other at all sorts of family gatherings and royal celebrations in the Erebor, and generally kept in some kind of contact, because, well, they are dwarves. So these two obviously remember young Thorin and communicated with him personally, but not very closely. During the journey, young!Thorin opens up to Oin and Gloin from more intimate sides.

• And here's Balin! It seems to me that he is most touched by this whole situation. According to fanon, which I love dearly, Balin was Torin's mentor. Therefore, Balin's happiest years are associated with young!Thorin. Balin was quite young, respected, and his life was wonderful. This was his life before Smaug. And every time he looks at young!Thorin, he returns to those years, to that better life. His attitude towards young Torin is very reverent.

If u have ur own headcanons about this au, PLEASE LET ME SEE THIS. I want see ur texts and fanarts w/ young!Thorin (and his relationships w/ Bilbo *koff*)

[juniperdugong]

Hi again!! Thank you for the choso headcanons on finding his little sister, I hope it continues! I was wondering if you could do a multiple headcanons for teen gojo, geto, Shoko and nanami getting an American transfer student to Jujutsu high.

A/N: Yep yep yep, I can do this for sure! +bonus Haibara bc he's my baby

When an American student transfers to Jujutsu High!

incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara

GOJO - Nonchalant but curious - The only questions he asks the first couple of weeks are about why they're soooo special that they had to come all the way from America to Japan - Lowkey...jealous, seriously doesn't understand how someone from outside of Japanese Jujutsu Society can be inducted into the school - "Must have some really special technique or some serious skills to be able to make it here...let's test that, huh?" - Get's told off for picking on you, Yaga basically smacking him to get him to stop - Once he finds out they have a few similar interests (*cough cough* Digimon *cough cough*) he's all over them! - Woah when did y'all become so buddy buddy?? - Teaches them Japanese through anime for suresiessss

GETO - Mildly curious but very friendly! - Doesn't poke or prod too much into their life but asks the basic questions - "What's America like? I've never been." - Finds it very interesting that curses don't appear often over there (In this AU I'd like to think this is how he found out about Tengen) - Gets annoyed when Gojo starts hanging around them more...not out of jealousy but because he's extra annoying due to their shared interests now - Spars with them often to give himself a challenge that isn't Gojo's powerful ass - Asks really philosophical questions about their opinion on the Jujutsu World - "Curses are really powerful here, how were they over in America? Wouldn't it be strange if the whole world were filled with sorcerers?" - Get's super invested if they divulge any sort of information about American Jujutsu - "Do you know any other American sorcerers?"

SHOKO - I'm gonna be so real - her reaction depends on if they're more masculine or feminine - If they're more masc leaning she's SO OVER IT! Get her out of this hell hole of testosterone. - 100% wouldn't be bothered in that case either - she has Utahime but other than her, nada - If they're more fem, THANK GOODNESS! - Finally, she has someone else to help her pick out clothes and go shopping with, y'know someone who WON'T drag her to KFC or the nearest game store - "What's trending over in the States right now?" - Would be so intrigued by the American experience but always voices her shock at how different the cultures are - "It's so weird that people don't take off their shoes in the house, how do you guys live like that?"

NANAMI - Not at all interested - Doesn't ask questions and honestly is slightly irritated because the others start asking him questions about if his family is from America - Treats you just as he would anyone else, trains with you, and goes on missions with you occasionally but other than that doesn't try and create any meaningful friendships there - When they start getting close to Gojo he distances himself even more - While on a mission together he asks, "You actually like that guy? Isn't he a bit annoying?" - When they respond with, "He is, but at least he brings a bit of normalcy when I'm far away from home. Nice to find someone who shares a hobby with me" - From then on he would soften a lot toward them, making the smallest effort to connect - "Here, I got these for you. They're from America." (It's Hot Cheetos)

HAIBARA - The most curious and most intrigued - Never runs out of questions to ask and tbh they can get a bit invasive - "Where'd you live? Oh! Why are you here? Oh! Are you on the run or something? Oh oh! Is your technique super crazy good?" - Always tries to drag them into his plans because he doesn't want them to feel left out - Sends encouraging texts every morning - "Good morning! It's Haibara! You did great yesterday! You're Japanese is really improving!" - Would take them out to all his favorite restaurants and introduce them to Japanese snacks and childhood games - If they're ever feeling homesick he's the one to immediately start researching to make them feel better - Makes chicken noodle soup to try and help but doesn't really know how :/ Ends up putting ramen noodles in it

A/N: Got to this a bit later than I wanted to because I was writing perfection but thank you for the request @broad-strokes87!! This is so funny, I feel like this is how they would react if I was transferring to Jujutsu High frfr Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @iluvmattyb

[ahhhhhhh-e-i-e-i-o]

this is ur free pass to talk about ur hyperfixation. i have no idea wtf it is but i want to hear

You dont understand how happy that just made me, I literally giggled and jumped up and down like a little girl.

Ok so it's this show called SKAM, or Shame in norwegian (and I'm deep in it rn). So it's basically this Norwegian teen drama but there's a ton of remakes around the world (so far I've seen Skam France and WTFock which is Skam Belgium, but there's a ton, like Skam Italy and Skam Austin). But the cool thing is when it aired it was in real time and random, so basically if there was a clip of an episode that took place at 5:30 on Monday, it would air at 5:30 on Monday and then at the end of the week they would release the whole episode. But ALSO, they would randomly release texts between the characters AND all the characters had Instagram accounts run by the show that would post randomly. And so basically each season follows a different character and the OG only had 4 seasons but some of the remakes have many many more, and the remakes have to follow the same characters and general storyline of the first four seasons, but then they can do whatever they want and it's really cool.

So basically everyone's favorite season (and the reason I watched) is season 3 because it's about these guys Even and Isak who fall in love (and we love queer romance) and it's actually soooo good. Basically Isak is gay but super in denial and has all this internalized homophobia that goes out the fucking window when he meets Even, a raging pansexual with enough charisma to make a lesbian fall for him istg (ok maybe not a lesbian but at least a straight man I'm sure). But, mild spoiler, Even has bipolar disorder and has this intense manic episode around Isak which fucks everything up and his ex is like super toxic, but then they get over it and have some of the cutest scenes I've ever seen in TV history.

I've really onyl watched season 3 of Skam France and WTFock, and just clips from the other ones, but from what I can tell, Skam France is very similar to the OG, and WTFock is a little darker (like at one point they get beat up on the street by homophobes). But I really like the remakes because the characters aren't exactly the same even though the story is. So like Robbe (Belgian Isak) is super adorable and little tiny baby and like Isak is too but not in the same way. And like Eliott (French Even) has more of a temper and he's a little more "cool guy" and yeah idk.

I also love love love season 5 of Skam France because it's about Arthur who is the love of my life (dear lord he's so hot) and he goes deaf and I think it's a really great story. I also really like television that focuses on a sense (or lack thereof) especailly hearing because you can do some really cool stuff with it. I think the show did some things about it really excellently and some things I would've done differently just to evoke a different or stronger emotional reaction but I still think it was really cool.

Idk I just love it sm it gives me so much dopamine and just like. joy. ahhhhh thanks for letting me rant even if you don't read it I love talking about Skam and my friends are probably so happy I'm talking about it here and not to them anymore haha.

[yoshi17here]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡Sweet makeouts w/ Enha｡˚☽˚｡⋆

note: hey guys this is my first reaction. I hope you guys like it! it took me a while cuz I was a bit sick plus my computer turned off and it didn´t save anything. But now here it is! this reaction is kinda inspired by "Sweet Venom"

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, and lap sitting. pls lmk if I missed anything

paring: Reader+Idol enha

Words:669

⚝⋆.˚✮Lee Heeseung✮˚.⋆⚝

WAIST GRIPPER HERE!​

He starts his kisses slowly and as he goes on, he speeds up.​

If your lips end up sore, expect him to baby you for at least a week and a half "Sweets, I bought you Vaseline and lip balm!".​

And if you try you try to do anything for yourself you´ll have Bambi explaining why you have to let him do everything. "No, I can do this for you"​

While kissing you he wouldn´t like you to move so he would hold your hips down.​

Hee is a sucker for hickeys, just the thought of you marking him with a few hickeys makes him go carry.​

*ੈ♡⸝Park Jay⸝🪐༘⋆

Gentle and sweet, but so addicting. 

I feel like he would make out with/ you while being in the kitchen. 

Jay cooking while you are sitting on the kitchen counter, and he says “Now we need to wait 5 minutes for the food to be ready, so what do you want to do while the food is getting ready, princess?” 

"I want to kiss you," you say "ok," he says while taking off his glasses

So, he gets close to you and starts kissing you. 

One hand is on your back and the other hand is on the back of your head. 

He´s the quiet one, concentrated on you. 

⋆｡‧˚ʚSim Jakeɞ˚‧｡⋆

COPS WAIST GRABBER RIGHT HERE! 

So passionate about it. 

Wants you to sit on his lap. 

Looks for friction with his hands on your body like his life dependes on it. 

he forgets that you need air and will not let go until you tap or push him away. 

And when he pulls away, he says while breathing heavily “Sorry Babygirl” “Is that your lips are so addicting”  

And less than 2 seconds later you find his lips right on top of yours again. 

જ⁀➴ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָPark Sunghoon་༘࿐

Waist holder! 

Hoon would be more chill about making out than the other members. 

Hoonie loves to hear you laugh so he would do anything to make you laugh 

100% gives you little praises while little breaks. 

“Baby you smell so good” or “Baby I want to feel you more, come sit in my lap” 

Chuckles at you blushing.

loves touching you or just being with you.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆Kim Sunoo⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

You would be hugging him and then a quick peck would grow bigger into a makeout session. 

You two would giggle, laugh, and chuckle for no reason. 

If it is in a public space, people around you two would get jealous. 

He would act as if you were the most fragile thing on earth, he would be so gentle you just want to fall into his arms. 

His smell is so addicting that you just want to be in his arms 24/7. 

He would say reassuring words like “You're so pretty” or “I love you soooo much” and then give you a big smooch. 

ᰔ༘⋆🌷Yang Jungwon₊˚ෆೀ

You two are watching a movie and you give him a cheek kiss. 

He blushes, not understanding the unexpected reaction. 

Then he starts kissing you. 

Your hands wrap around his neck taking it slow but sooo sweet. 

The kiss is not long but it´s enjoyable, after the kiss is over, he gives you a few pecks around your face like your forehead, nose, and cheeks. 

and he would say things like "You know how much I love you right?" or "You´re so cute I could kiss you all day if you let me"

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡Nishimura Niki𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.ִ ࣪𖤐

He would be playing on his computer, and he calls you over, so you sit in his lap. 

He says, “Angel I feel tired can you please kiss me?” while pouting 

You can´t resist him so you do as he wants

The kiss is deep but slow. 

His hands are wrapped around your torso, and yours are around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. 

Niki loves you and this is the way he shows it because he´s still new to relationships he feels a little embarrassed telling you he loves you. 

But he does more than you can think.

note: all of the pictures on this post aren't mine so credit to the owners

YOSHI's Shelf

[five-and-dimes]

So I'm reading through the Sandman comics, and I just got through "Three Septembers and a January" and it is just... SO interesting in terms of the Endless family dynamics.

(This is going to be so disorganized and rambly I just have a lot of feelings I loved this story okay)

Like, yeah okay I'm a Dream apologist, but seriously. Despair calls Dream (not in her gallery and without his sigil- very informal and borderline against the rules- and he still comes!) and challenges him to a game over a mortal's life. Dream is like "No, I don't play your games, I'm a goddamn professional" and Despair shoots back like "WOW you think you're soooo much better than us, not fucking around with people's lives, it's 100% your fault Destruction left" and Dream is like "...fine, hold my beer."

So that alone I'm like. Yeah dude. I get it. And if that's the shit he's been dealing with for all of existence? Yeah I'd be annoyed with my siblings too.

Another part I'm super interested in is seeing when Death shows up and when she doesn't (to be fair, we're following Dream, so it's possible we just don't see certain interactions).

At the very beginning of the challenge, Death shows up to like. Scold Dream for going along with it? She even says "I thought you were an adult" and like. Okay, sure, you think Dream shouldn't be doing this but are you going to talk to Despair and Desire about this? I love Death but a lot of times she gives me the vibe of an adult telling you "Just ignore them they're just doing it to get a reaction" instead of telling the other person to stop antagonizing you, y'know?

At one point Despair says "What's there to understand? He's mortal. He's nothing." And Dream immediately disagrees, and like. That feels like PRIME Death lecture area. Despair doesn't value mortals! The people they serve! Death if you can scold Dream for feeling lost and disconnected from humanity after being tortured for 100 years you can scold Despair for looking down on humans for seemingly no reason.

Desire eventually shows up to try to sway the guy they're following into giving into his desires, but he turns them down. And Desire is SO pissed like "what the FUCK this guy should be mine!!" and Dream's just like "¯\_(:/)_/¯" and then as he leaves is like "Tbh disappointed in you Desire, you weren't very subtle" which to me felt like an "I expected better from you" and, expectedly, Desire gets MORE pissed and as they leave, to themself are like "Oh he wants subtle? I'm gonna make him spill family blood and bring the Kindly Ones down on him!!" Which. To me. Feels like just a bit of an overreaction.

Seriously THAT'S why you want to kill him?? Because he insulted you during a challenge that he didn't even want to be a part of but got provoked into? That's your motivation? Holy shit.

Dream's done some fucked up shit, no lie, but when it comes to the family side of things? Honestly #TeamDream all the way, just leave the poor boy alone, Jesus Christ.

[gigidragonbbxxx]

lil twist on the "movie star role"/"memoir method" for visualizing a dream life - another suggested method for the manifesting hotties

spoiler: this may help you figure out what techniques are right for you!

disclaimer: remember that these methods and techniques are just tools to get your mind saturated with thinking in your favor, stay grounded in the basics of the law and have fun with the varied tools!

I love the "movie star role" method. For those who don't know, it's a lil visualization technique where manifesting baddies act as if they're preparing to play the role of X. So if you want to be your SP's girlfriend, they "prep" for the role by living in the end state of already being SP's girlfriend. This includes embodying the attitude, saying affirmations like "I love being in a committed relationship" or "SP changed soooo much to gain my trust. We're so happy now!". Some baddies take a step further and apply it to their self-concept (this is genius btw) and begin saying affirmations like "I'm so beautiful and unforgettable, it is really not that surprising he came back begging for me. Giving him a chance was only fair with how much he groveled!"

Now, enter the "memoir method". This is usually a scripting technique but give Gigi a sec to explain! There are many variations of this method but it's essentially writing the reality you want to happen and putting the date in the future aka the deadline you wanna experience this by. Most encourage baddies to write in the past tense like "I'm so grateful I received enough money to cover my vacation, my bonuses keep increasing."

Now enter Gigi's lil twist on these methods - COMBINE THEM INTO WHAT I LIKE TO CALL:

The Interview Method

Imagine being interviewed by other loass baddies asking you "How did you achieve this?"

Visualize your dream self, the ultimate version of you that would warrant this type of attention and the answers that version of you would give.

Imagine an older Beyonce giving the "tell all" interview of a lifetime - THAT LEVEL OF HYPE.

Gigi's example:

I know I look glamorous and ageless. My skin is smooth and clear, my hair is long, inky black, blown out and curled. My body looks like an advertisement for hourglasses. The dress I'm wearing is flattering, accentuating my curves. I'm as sexy as I am elegant. The interviewer looks on with eagerness, practically spilling over with admiration.

"The Law of Assumption girlies wanna know Gigi, how the hell did you get results like this? Hollywood actresses would get insecure being in the same room as you! What are your methods? What's your daily routine?"

Now this is where the spoiler comes in! WHAT COMES TO MIND IMMEDIATELY? WHAT METHODS WOULD YOUR DREAM SELF LIKE?

bc guess what reader? all the answers are within you. your job is to let them out. coax them out with these exercises. feel empowered.

if your first reaction is: Idk Gigi. I don't know what methods work for me.

My answer to that is: then this technique is not for you. This method favors the baddies who are more familiar with the different modalities of manifesting. I encourage you to go and explore different things. Try them out. See which ones you like and then circle back to this and think about which ones resonated with you.

I encourage you to write it out. Script it as you visualize.

My own experience:

From this method I learned that my subconscious viewed my dream self as someone who was very disciplined and consistent. So I started to include these in my daily affirmations (I am disciplined, etc.). I realized that my dream self would let this quality seep into every facet of her life. I'm big into makeup and skincare so I thought, my dream self would probably affirm out loud or in her mind as she looked in the mirror and did her routine.

then the lil interviewer popped up in my head: "What happens on the days you don't feel well enough to do your routine?"

My mind (thinking in its favor) immediately went: that's rare that I don't have the discipline to stick to my routine so if I'm sick or in an emergency, I would just do a basic routine and play an affirmation tape.

I came to the conclusion that Dream Self would

be reliable

come across as intelligent - immediately

pride herself on good self-care

have a healthy relationship with SP

have friends who knew the law and would be encouraging

be calm and have a calm energy bc she knows everything is in her favor

be seen as a caring, beautiful, deep soul with much to give

never be taken for granted

always be spoiled by life - wealthy in finance and health

I also reversed this method: what would my Dream Self NOT do?

Dream Self wouldn't

talk badly about herself

put others down

get bothered by the 3D

surround herself with people who have limiting thoughts

be lazy

think that the worst would happen to her

This is the type of inner convo I want more loass baddies to have with themselves because it's important to be clear WITHIN yourself what you WANT.

and remember to have fun. Include questions about the silliest things like your favorite lipstick or fav playlist or opinions about dumb tv shows. One of my favorite visualizations is me telling the interviewer that I watched all of Sex and the City and that I vowed to never be a Carrie LOL.

okay, happy manifesting loass baddies!!

xx, gigi

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Dancing With Fire Part 3: Eyes on me, Darlin’ ✨

A/N: I am soooo excited for you guys to read this one, it was a beast of a chapter to write. It’s got everything from angst to tension to feelings and lots of smut. Screaming at how protective he is 🥰 Happy reading!

- Summary: The time he takes you home

- Word Count: 17.1k

- Tags: No outbreak, protective Joel, angst, fingering, oral, cream pie, abusive dance partner, tension, longing, porn with plot, smut, dom! Joel (reader mid 20’s, Joel in his early 40’s) Joel x you, No use Y/N, Joel x reader, Joel x fem! reader

- Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

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The next few days were busy as opening night was creeping up. Only a couple weeks left to get ready for the biggest night of your life. Carlotta was hounding you like usual, but you were used to it. You still were having problems getting regular breaks, but at least Joel made sure your lunches didn’t get trashed.

Every time you were on stage you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. That simmering, smoldering stare that could make your skin burn with heat. And occasionally you’d find those dark brown eyes in the middle of a routine, making you nearly miss a beat or throw you off balance. His gaze was that intense. That strong. He might as well have lit a match and put the flame to the test because you would’ve burned alive in the first second.

Sometimes you didn’t even see him. Didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him in the theater. Watching, waiting till he could get a moment alone with you again. And you wanted that. Needed his lips on yours like the hungry desperate desire that was feeding on your insides. You wanted him. And you’d find a way to have him.

It was Thursday now. One more day till you could have a much needed two day rest break. Your feet felt like you were walking on knives with every move you made in your pointe shoes. Just another nuisance that came with the territory of being a professional dancer. Your body always hurt, no matter the day.

You were backstage fixing your laces on your pointe shoes before it was time to go back out on stage for your next routine. Pierre was slinking around the corner just staring at you. He had a smirk on his face like he was about to say something sarcastic to you. You internally groaned at the thought.

You looked up and glared at him, giving your best go to hell look you could manage. “What?” you barked at him.

“You and the maintenance man, huh? Cute. What do you see in that old guy anyways?” he asked as a casual laugh left his mouth.

“Easy. He’s not you,” you scowled.

“What would Carlotta think if she knew one of her best dancers is screwing the help? Bet she’d kick you out of the show.” He raised a blonde eyebrow and smirked down at you, taunting you to react.

You stood up so fast that your head spun. You balled your fists and walked right up to him, narrowing your eyes into tiny slits as you tried to control the anger that was coursing through you. “You wouldn’t dare. And he’s not the help, you prick!” you said with a raised voice.

He only laughed at your reaction. “Oh, I would though, little swan. I would. Unless you do something for me in return,” he said with a sly smile.

“Are you trying to black mail me?” Your voice was so quiet that you could barely hear it in the small vicinity you were standing in.

“Kinda seems like it doesn’t it? Little swan.” He reached out to graze your cheek and you stepped back out of his grasp, sickened by the action.

“And don’t you dare go running to him about this. I’ll get him fired before the day’s even over.” He gave you another evil smirk and grazed your hand before you pushed him away.

“Fired for what? He didn’t do anything!”

“For putting his hands on me,” he said with bared teeth.

“That’s because you hit me! So if you even try anything I will come forward and tell Carlotta exactly what happened. And it’ll be you that’ll be fired from the show!” You were furious, anger slipping off you like hot lava, wanting to push him over a cliff and watch him fall to his death.

“Better be careful how you talk to me, little swan. Watch your back,” he warned.

“No, you watch your back!” you screamed, trying to keep your voice quiet.

He smirked before turning on his heel, leaving you standing in a pool of panic and anger. Black mail? Was he a fucking psycho? There was no way you were going to put up with his shit anymore. That’s it, you were going to Carlotta.

You stormed out and descended the wooden steps to get to the audience, right where Carlotta was. There she was in her bright red dress suit with her red lipstick on and her hair in a tight bun, looking at her calendar on her phone.

“Carlotta, we need to talk about Pierre,” you stated adamantly.

She turned to you with a tight smile. “What about him, dear?” she said in a sing-song voice.

“He’s not nice. He pushed me down and slapped me in the face the other night while we were practicing,” you said frantically.

“Oh, dear. I’m sure it was an accident. Pierre wouldn’t…”

You stopped her in a flash. “But he would, he did!” you yelled with wild eyes ablaze.

“That’s enough now. Darling, just relax. I know Pierre. He’s a sweet boy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly,” she said nonchalantly.

“But he…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear anymore. Just get ready for Act Two. You’ve got 30 minutes before you’re up. Just go get some water and stop being so uptight.” She shooed you off and ignored every concern you had with Pierre.

Why the fuck did she never care when something was actually wrong with her dancers? Did she have no awareness for anyone but herself?! Tears pulled at the backs of your eyes and there was only one person you could go to who would believe you. Joel.

You ran as fast as your feet could carry you through the auditorium wood floors, making your way through the double doors as you barged through, hearing them shut behind you with a loud bang. Joel’s office was just a few doors down. You hoped he was in there because you needed him right now. More than you ever needed anyone in your life.

It was all too much. The weight of your role for this ballet, the way Carlotta never seemed to put your needs first or believe anything you said, and the way Pierre excessively hounded you day after day. He had calmed down after that intervention with Joel, but he slowly started getting under your skin again. Mocking and terrorizing you, trying to make you do things you didn’t want to do.

You just wanted to leave, to run away. You wanted out and now. But you know you couldn’t. You signed a contract that you couldn’t break. You were signed on for two months at the least. That meant no escaping till the run of the show was over. You were living in hell, and the devil had caught you himself.

You came upon Joel’s large office and knocked as your knuckles rapped against the heavy door. You could feel the panic flow through you, feel every nerve ending in your body start to burst. You were about to knock again, but before you could the door opened wide. And there stood Joel in his large, broad stature.

“Oh hey there, sunshine. Didn’t expect to see…”

He stopped mid sentence when he saw your face. Taking in your deep breaths and your watering eyes. You were trying your best to keep your composure, but the worried look that was showing on his face made it harder to hold in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked with a serious gaze, his eyes turning that warm honey color when he was focusing on something intently. “Talk to me.”

You tried to speak but no words came out. Instead you broke down like the mess you were. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let your tears fall like a flood down your face as you crashed into his body, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

He quickly wrapped you in his strong embrace and led you over to his office chair. He sat down and picked you up in his lap as he kept you enveloped in his arms where it was warm and safe. Where you felt most at home.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed as he ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

You looked up into his warm face as another tear fell from your eyes. He quickly caught it with his thumb and wiped it away, making your heart melt at how gentle he was being with you. You swallowed anymore tears that were threatening to spill and choked on your own voice.

“P…Pierre tried to threaten me. S…saying he’d get you fired if I didn’t give him what he wanted. And…and I tried telling Carlotta that Pierre hit me the other day, and she didn’t believe me and basically told me I was exaggerating. And…and…” More tears spilled down your face as you became a blubbering mess again.

“He did WHAT?” he screamed as his deep, angry voice carried around the closed office, watching as his pupils expanded and his nostrils flared. “Did he hit you again? I swear to God if he hit you I’m gonna…”

“No, he didn’t hit me again,” you expressed hurriedly.

“Where is he? I’m gonna wring his neck, that fucker is dead,” he growled. He tried to get up, but you stopped him as you put a hand on his chest.

“No, don’t. That’ll only make things worse,” you said sadly.

Joel sighed and clenched his jaw. “If I see him again I’m gonna teach him how to fucking respect a woman. How dare he try to threaten what’s not his to take,” he growled as he bared his teeth, sending chills down your body.

Not his to take? Was he insinuating that maybe you were his now? Joel’s? The thought made your heart skip a beat.

He was so protective, so fucking strong as his biceps flexed under his plaid shirt. Making you desperate for his touch as he placed a hand softly against your cheek, brushing away more tears that fell. All you could do was cling to his shirt as you held him tight, making sure he didn’t slip through your grasp.

“You wanna get out of here? I can take you home. Can take you away from this fucked up place,” he said gently, moving his fingers slowly over your jaw, easing you from all your anxiety.

You shook your head sadly. “I can’t…I still have Act Two to go through today…”

“You know you don’t have to do this. You can leave. You can get out of here, go somewhere else. Anywhere else,” he said adamantly, staring at you with those dark eyes as they took over you completely, captivating all your senses.

“I signed a contract. I have to do it…” you said with a small voice as you lowered your eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. And then you sat in silence for a minute, not able to use your words. He must’ve noticed the tension in your posture because he gently laid a hand across the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he lifted your chin to meet his coffee colored eyes. He looked so worried, so somber as he spoke to you. “You say the word and I’ll fucking destroy Pierre. If Carlotta doesn’t listen to you then I’ll go talk to her myself. And I won’t be so nice about it. I’ll go to a higher up if I have to. I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect you.”

Oh.

He really cared what happened to you. And your heart was bursting at the seams because of it. Your protector. Your savior. Your knight in shining armor.

“I know you will,” you said as you smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek, feeling that roughness from his salt and pepper beard. You could’ve stayed there all day in his embrace, running your fingers through his scruff, feeling his warmness that overwhelmed your senses.

“I have to go back. They’ll be looking for me,” you sighed as you painfully pulled out of his embrace and stood up on shaky legs. He put a hand around your waist to steady you as he stood up and kept you in place for a few seconds longer.

“You be careful, sweetheart. Don’t let ‘em force you to do anything you don’t want to. And don’t you dare let that fucker talk you into doing anything with him. I wasn’t kidding. I’ll break his fucking jaw with no hesitation if he tries anything else,” he said with flared nostrils.

“I’ll be careful. Promise. I just don’t want you getting in trouble for any of this if Pierre tried something again” you whispered.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

You gave him a small nod and a tight smile. Before you turned to walk out of his office, he caught your wrist as it stopped any movement from you. You slowly turned to look back into those burning eyes.

“I’ll be out there in the auditorium watching. For the rest of the day. I’m gonna make sure you’re alright. I’ll be right there if you need me, darlin’. Nothing is gonna happen to you while I’m around, I can promise you that.”

You held back a tear as you gave him a gentle smile. Trying your best not to run to him and sink into his arms again. Because if you did then nobody could pry you away from those impenetrable arms. They’d have to drag you out screaming.

He grazed your cheek once more before you bit your lip and walked out of his office with your head held high, with Joel right on your tail. Before you passed through the main auditorium doors, you looked back once more to glance at him. Your savior in disguise.

“Go show ‘em what you’re made of, sunshine,” he said with that low southern voice that made your insides shiver. You nodded in his direction and then pulled the doors open, stepping into that wide, uncomfortable room.

“Ahh there you are, come on! You’re up. Get in place,” she commanded as she pointed to your starting position.

You slowly made your way to the stage, taking your sweet time as you dragged your hand across the red velvet walls, grounding yourself back to the show, back to your prison cell as you climbed the steep steps and got into position.

As you waited for the music to play, you looked up and saw Joel in the shadows of an opera box. He was leaning against the wall and crossing his arms tightly as he stared down at the stage, at you. Something shifted inside you then when you saw that brooding face and clenched jaw look right through you.

You almost missed the start of your routine because you were so focused on the smouldering man that lit a fire inside you. You tried your best to keep him out of your mind when you went through the routine, but you couldn’t. He was stuck like glue. Something you couldn’t get rid of.

He stayed in the same spot for the rest of practice. Watching like a prowling tiger about to pounce on their prey if he saw anything go wrong. And when Pierre was on stage he glared so hard at him that you thought he might turn into the Hulk himself. He was livid, enraged at the fiend on the stage with you. And when he got his chance he’d tear him in half and rip him to shreds. And that made you feel things that scared you. Things you didn’t want to come to the surface. But it was too late. You had already fallen into the tiger’s trap. You were ready to be eaten alive by the man with dark eyes. Needing to be devoured completely.

Friday came in the blink of an eye. You thought it couldn’t get any worse than yesterday, but it could. And it did. Carlotta was like an uncontrolled, emaciated dog. Constantly barking orders at all the dancers, but more importantly she chewed you out the most. Her most prized possession, the star of the show. The swan.

She was running you through the show three times today. Saying how you needed to make up for having two days off on the weekend. She was fucking nuts. Three times in a row without many rest breaks and no long lunch break was insane. You tried to state your concern on the matter, but she’d hear none of it. And Pierre would be standing there giving you that stupid smirk that you wanted to slap off his face.

Trying to negotiate with Carlotta was useless. You felt hopeless. Felt like a prisoner inside these walls with your feet chained to the stage and your vocal cords cut tautly so no one could hear your pleading screams that were being silenced before you could even speak. You were in your own personal hell and you were begging for someone to come save you.

“Alright, take it from the top! Swan, come to the front of the stage and get in position. I want you to do the last dance of Act One again,” Carlotta commanded as she pointed her sharp red claws at the middle of the stage.

“Can we please take a ten minute rest break? I need some water and…”

She silenced you as she did a ziplock motion across her plump injected lips. “Zip. From the top. You’re fine,” she reassured.

You puffed out your bottom lip and held back tears as you fought teeth and nails to drag your feet to your starting position. Pierre watched closely from the side as a big smile encased his face, his beady eyes tearing into your skin like he was stripping you of your soul.

You quickly pulled your eyes away from him and focused on your breathing as you tried to slow down your racing heart. You did what you usually did before you started a routine. Your eyes gazed up as you scanned the opera boxes, going over each one carefully, looking for a certain brooding, protective man. But you didn’t see him anywhere.

Shit.

Where was he? You needed him more than ever in this moment. If he was in here he’d probably tear Carlotta to shreds and threaten to report her for abuse of her dancers. Not that it would do any good, but you knew he’d try. And for that you couldn’t ask anything else.

You sighed disappointingly and focused back on your starting position, getting into second position gradually. The graceful music started up and so did your body. You focused on making your legs long and your arms sharp, forcing a fake smile to appear on your face. You felt no joy in your dancing today, so it just felt like monotonous clockwork. Strangled and repeated in the worst possible way.

“Bigger smile, chin up! Tighter spins. Come on, swan, show us passion!” Carlotta screamed from the audience.

You were gritting your teeth with every turn you took, your feet feeling like you were walking on sharp glass. Every extension of your arms felt like a heavy weight that was dragging you down to the floor. You were so tired, so famished after burning off all your calories from your scrambled egg breakfast. Nothing to satisfy your body’s aching need to just rest. It was too much, this was too much.

“More feeling, give me more delicate swan! Feel the desire of breaking free from your swan form!” Carlotta barked from the front of the room, making you want to absolutely lose it because you were giving everything you had to this blasted role. A role you were so excited to play until it was her that would be instructing the whole goddamn ballet.

As you spun across the stage you could feel your body start to rock off balance, feel the room start to spin as your head was caving in on itself. Black dots started to form in your vision, and you knew this feeling all too well. You were about to pass out, and there was no soft pillow to catch you if you hit the hardwood floor.

You finished the spin sequence and went into your next move, trying to shake the dizzy spell you were under. The music started to go in and out as your ears started to betray you. Your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t see where the end of the stage was anymore. You tried to choke out a plea from your lips, but no voice came from within.

The room was getting hot as a flash of warmth spread from your head, down your torso, past your thighs, and all the way to your toes. It was like you were hit with lightning as a wave of nausea took over your senses. You tried to lift your hands in front of your face to block out the blinding lights from above, but it was no use. You couldn’t see the shape of your hands any longer, couldn’t feel the tingling sensations in your fingertips anymore. And then your world went dark. You hit the floor so hard that it knocked the wind out of you as searing pain took over your head. And then you went cold, your world fading away as it all turned to black.

The last thing you remembered was a silent cry to the man with the dark eyes.

Joel. Save me…

A few minutes passed and you could hear the far off distant voices of arguing. Could feel the strong arms of someone holding your body in their arms. Could sense the desperate, needy attempt to see if you were okay. You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you knew it from the moment you felt his arms.

It was Joel. He was here. And now he was coming to your rescue, just like always.

You could hear the distinct shouts in the auditorium now. Could feel just how angry Joel was while Carlotta could care less.

“See, this is what happens when you push your dancers too far. This is what happens when they’re not getting the proper care!” Joel shouted with gritted teeth, his voice like a grizzly bear about to take out a victim in its vicinity.

“She’ll be fine. My dancers are tough. They can take it,” she said with a careless, nonchalant voice.

You could feel just how livid Joel was. Could feel the heat coming off his body, could picture how he looked right at this moment. You were so close to coming up to the surface, but you were still lost to the darkness. Only able to hear the voices swirling around you.

“You’re going to put her in the goddamn hospital if you keep pushing her!” Joel growled angrily. You’d never heard him this mad before. It was almost paralyzing how powerful the man really was.

“She’ll be fine. Just give her a few minutes to rest and she can finish her routine. I have faith,” she said proudly.

“She won’t be dancing anymore today, period! She could have a concussion for Christ’s sake! Did you not hear how hard she hit the floor? I heard it clear out in the lobby. Where’s the nurse at? I know you have one on staff,” he roared, sending a clear echo through the vacant auditorium.

“The nurse is off today,” she said dismissively.

“That’s jus’ great,” he spit out with a vexed tone. “Well, I’ll fucking make sure she’s okay then since no one else seems to care!” he growled.

You could hear Carlotta huff at his statement like she was being bothered by his and your presence. You might as well have been a walking ghost if you’d never met Joel. Hell, you might’ve already been dead. He’d saved you more ways than one. And for that you were eternally grateful.

You started to slowly wake up and come up out of the dark waves as you pulled yourself free from the petrifying, soundless darkness. You started to stir and move your legs just slightly, barely grazing your hand over Joel’s chest as you turned to the right where he was at.

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked at the blinding lights that were above you, until Joel moved to where his hands were on your shoulders and his face was looming over yours. Your focus was clear again as his worried features casted over you.

“Hey, sunshine. You’re awake,” he said quietly as he affectionately grazed his fingers across your cheek, soothing all your troubles with just his warm touch.

“You had quite a fall a few minutes ago. Scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know if you’d wake up again. Are you alright? Your head? Tell me what hurts, tell me how I can fix it,” he said adamantly, looking at you with those coffee colored brown eyes. The ones that you wanted to drink up and bask in.

You scrunched your face as you pointed to the back of your head. “My head. That’s where it hurts the most,” you said weakly.

He gently put a hand on the back of your head and rubbed light circles across your sore skull. You winced when he hit a particularly tender area. “Ouch,” you cried out quietly.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to make it hurt more. Gonna do a little test on ya. See if you have a concussion or not.” He slid one arm out and put a hand in front of your face. “How many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

You concentrated on his rough fingers as he held his hand in front of the bleeding light. You squinted and tried your best to make out the fingers. It was a little blurry at first, but your eyes settled in and cleared up after a moment.

“Four,” you answered unsure of yourself.

“That’s it. Let’s try a few more times now. Make sure you’re alright.” He held up different fingers three more times until you answered every one of them right. He was pleased and nodded his head.

“Think you’ll be okay, sunshine. Now, let’s get you up off this cold floor, and I’ll take ya home. No more dancing today,” he said as he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his strong arms.

“Just where do you think you’re taking her?” Carlotta asked as she stood up from her chair and came to the front of the stage with her hands on her narrow hips.

“She’s going home to rest,” Joel said sternly with bared teeth.

“She is needed on the dance floor.”

“She is needed to be tended to!” he growled out, his deep voice echoing around the now silent room.

Carlotta’s bright eyes went wide as her jaw dropped and then closed, not having anything else to say. She pursed her lips and turned off the stage, having no other fight in her words. Joel took that as a win and headed off the stage with you in his arms, tucked snuggly into his side. Where you wanted to stay for as long as possible.

“You have a bag here you need?” he asked as he walked behind the crimson curtain.

“A bag? For what?” you asked as your eyes looked up to meet his.

“I’m takin’ you back home with me.”

Oh.

“Nobody else seems the least bit concerned for your well being, so I’ll fucking make sure you’re taken care of tonight,” he said with a sharp scowl on his face as his jaw clenched into a tight fist.

Your jaw dropped at the sentiment. Joel was taking you back home? To his place? Holy…

You shook yourself from the trance-like state you were in and nodded. “Yeah, I have a bag in my dressing room I could take,” you said hurriedly.

“Need anything else back at your place?” he asked with a raised brow.

“No, I have everything I need in my bag,” you stated. He nodded and headed back to your dressing room to retrieve your bag. Thankfully you always kept a change of normal clothes and toiletry items in case something like this were to happen. You were grateful for it because you didn’t want to go back home. You just wanted to get to Joel’s. As fast as possible.

When you entered into the small, lavish dressing room you pointed out your pink gym bag, and he hoisted it over his shoulder, keeping you wrapped against his chest. Then he started walking out of the theater as you passed the staring, whispering crowd. You didn’t care. You’d let them whisper, say what they wanted. You didn’t give a fuck anymore. All you cared about was the man that held you tightly in his arms.

As soon as you stepped through the theater doors, the air was chilly as November hung in the air. The street was alight with evening traffic, and the trees were blowing in the howling wind. You could see a storm was on the horizon as the puffy grey clouds hung low in the air. And you could smell rain. You were in tune with stormy weather since you came from Florida. It was like a sixth sense, if that’s what you’d call it.

The frigid air was giving you goosebumps across your bare arms, and you started to shake from the coldness of the evening. Joel noticed immediately and shielded you as much as he could with his thick arms.

“My place is jus’ about a ten minute walk from here. You want my plaid shirt?” he asked as he kept briskly walking down the busy street, careful not to bump into anyone.

You thought about what it would be like to have his warm, green plaid shirt on. Imagined how it must smell just like him. With that faint scent of pine cones and mint and just a hint of mahogany. The perfect combination to make you get lost in a scent like that. Of him.

You shook your head, not wanting him to be left cold. “No, I think I’m warm enough. Just hold me a little tighter and I think I’ll be fine,” you said with a nervous smile.

He smiled gently down at you and laughed. “You got it, sunshine.” With that he pulled you as tight to him as you could get at the moment, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling that intoxicating scent of his that made you dizzy.

“You know I can walk, right?” you said with a laugh as you watched people pass you by as you made your way further down the street, closer to his place.

“Does your head still hurt?” he asked as he gazed down at you, scanning your face.

“A little,” you said honestly, rubbing the back of your head, right where that sensitive spot was.

“Then I’m not putting you down till we get to the house. I’ll put you down when we get there. Where I can make sure you can walk without my assistance,” he said with finality.

“Fair enough,” you sighed.

A few minutes passed as you focused on the scenery around you. The busy stores were lit up with people frantically shopping, the crowded sidewalks where you frequently saw a dog dragging their human around the scent filled sidewalks were packed, the orange and yellow leaves constantly blew in the stormy air, and cars were jam packed back to back in the evening flow of traffic.

Joel turned a sharp corner and walked down a main road filled with grand townhouses. He walked up to a two story classic brick townhouse and took out a key, putting it in the lock and turning it as he pushed the door open and stepped in. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he said with a fancy accent, making you laugh under your breath.

“Wow, look at this place,” you said in awe as you took in the fancy atmosphere of his place.

There was a lavish staircase to the right of the door that led to a single room upstairs. There was a small crystal chandelier covering the entryway and lighting up the way to the next room. As he led you into the living room, you saw pictures lining the walls of him and what you assumed to be his daughter Sarah.

There was a fireplace just waiting to be lit in the corner with a 70 inch flat screen above it. A large, comfy cream sectional sat in the middle of the room, and next to there was a big, open kitchen that had marble countertops and a large stove for cooking. The space was huge but also cozy at the same time. And it smelled like him. It was overwhelming, a smell you wanted to cling to yourself so you’d never forget what he smelled like. Spices, mint, mahogany. All your new favorite scents.

“Wow, this is all yours?” you asked in awe.

“All mine,” he laughed.

“And you live here alone?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Mostly. Sarah comes and stays some weekends or when she’s on break, but other than that it’s just me.”

“Do you ever get lonely?” you asked quietly.

Joel’s lip twitched as he looked down at you with warm caramel eyes. “Sometimes.”

He shook the question off and placed you down on the ground, getting your legs back underneath you as you let go of him. “Alright, you feel stable? You dizzy at all or anything?” he asked as he held his arms out, ready to catch you at any second.

You tested your legs out and took a couple steps. No dizziness, no wobbly legs, you were fine. “Think I’m okay,” you confirmed.

He gave you a once over to be sure, giving you an unsure look like you were just pretending to be okay.

“Joel, I’m fine. Promise,” you said with big eyes looking straight at him.

He hummed a response and nodded. “Go sit down on the couch, I’ll get you an ice pack.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the kitchen, turning on the overhead lights and digging in the freezer as you heard him shuffling things around frantically.

You made your way over to the couch and sat down, sinking into the velvety material that felt super soft on your skin. You looked around the rest of the room. There was a narrow hallway past the kitchen that looked to have a few other rooms there. Across from the couch and next to the fireplace sat a white oak door that you assumed to be a bedroom. Maybe Joel’s? There was a large coffee table next to the couch that was dark and looked vintage. A picturesque window sat on the opposite side of the couch, covered with light brown curtains that shaded the living room. A cashmere candle sat in the middle of the coffee table, and you wondered if maybe that was one of his favorite scents. Overall, the house was warm and comfortable. Much more homey than your vacant apartment across from the theater.

Joel came back over and sat on the couch with you, the ice pack secured in his hand. “How’s your head feeling? Any better?” he asked as he gently ran a hand across the back of your head, finding that one spot that was still sensitive. You winced at his touch and he apologized quickly.

“Here, put this on there for a few minutes. Should help ease the pain away.” He carefully set the ice pack against the back of your head as you sunk down and leaned back on the freezing block of ice.

“Give it 15 minutes to set in. Don’t wanna freeze you out,” he laughed lightly as he said it.

He was sitting so close to you, his outline creasing into the couch as his knee touched your thigh. His hand lightly grazed the side of your leg when he brought his hand down and you shuttered at how good his fingers felt. Even if they were just barely lingering on you. You gulped as you looked into his inviting chocolate eyes. Wanting to swim in those thick pools of warmth.

“I’m gonna make some dinner. What do you want?” His thick accent got caught on the last word, making you audibly gasp at the drawn out syllables.

“Anything,” you answered too fast.

“Hmm, anything?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I’m not picky. Pick your poison,” you stated simply.

He laughed at your response. “You like chicken, right? How about I make some chicken stir fry then? Would that be alright?”

“Sounds amazing,” you said excitedly.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll get started on dinner then,” he said with a small smile as he got off the couch, leaving his large imprint in the spot next to you.

Sweetheart. You loved when he called you that. It was…intimate. Maybe he didn’t mean it to be, but it was to you.

You watched him walk off to the kitchen casually, carefully getting out some pots and pans from the sanded cabinets and digging in the fridge, pulling out ingredients to make the dinner. You leaned back into the cold ice pack and closed your eyes for just a second. Taking in just where you were, trying to calm your nerves that you were in his house. Alone with him.

All of a sudden something jumped in your lap. You about lurched to a standing position until you saw what it was. A cat. Joel had a cat? He didn’t say anything about a cat. It was a long haired large cat that had the colors of a Maine Coon. A white cat with grey stripes that lined its entire body. Bright green eyes and pointy ears finished its majestic look. The cat purred at you and nuzzled your arm, wanting you to pet it.

“Oh, I forgot to mention I had a cat. That’s Tiger. He’s a rescue that showed up at my door when I moved in. Had him ever since. He’s been a pretty good cat,” he said as he rustled around the kitchen, starting the stove.

“Hi, Tiger,” you said affectionately as you stroked his back, watching him find a comfy spot on your lap as you continued stroking his soft fur.

“I think he likes you,” he said with a smile in his voice, watching the two of you closely.

“Didn’t know you were a cat person,” you said as you looked over at him with a stupid grin on your face.

“Didn’t think I was either until I took him in. Poor thing was freezing. I couldn’t just let him freeze to death, so I let him stay a couple days. Decided to keep him. Was a good choice on my part. Think it did me some good,” he said as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” you said mischievously to him.

“Guess so,” he said with a smirk on his face, making your insides queasy.

So he was caring and protective of animals too? He really was the perfect package.

You noticed you still had your pointe shoes on and your practice clothes. You were dying to get out of your tight, uncomfortable clothes. Almost suffocating you as you sat there on the couch. Joel must’ve noticed your discomfort because he said something about it.

“You alright?” he asked concerned as he made his way over to you.

“I’m fine. Just want to get out of these clothes,” you sighed.

“You want a shower? There’s a bathroom next to Sarah’s room. It’s fully stocked. You can use it if you want.”

“Umm yeah, if you don’t mind. That’d be nice,” you said as you felt sticky in your tights and too tight leotard. Your skirt barely grazing your thighs.

“I don’t mind at all. Well, c’mon. I’ll show you where it’s at,” he said as he took your ice pack and helped you up off the couch, dropping your hand all too fast as you didn’t want the contact to end. Tiger jumped out of your lap and followed you down the hall, staying close by your heels.

You followed Joel down the narrow carpeted hall, turning into a full bathroom that was decorated in lilac and pink curtains. Seashells lined the granite sink, giving it that beachy theme you loved. He set out a purple towel and washcloth for you on the sink.

“Sarah like the ocean?” you asked as your eyes scraped across the rest of the room, taking in the ocean wallpaper and the mermaid shower curtain.

“Oh yeah. Used to take her all the time when we lived in Texas. Could barely get that girl out of the water. Had to drag her out screaming.” His lips curled into a smile as a genuine laugh escaped his mouth. He looked so pretty when he smiled. Something that you wanted a picture of so you wouldn’t ever forget it. That handsome, gorgeous face.

“What about you? You like the ocean, Florida girl?” He gave you a flirtatious smirk and your cheeks burned crimson.

“Most definitely. One of my favorite places,” you said in a dream like voice, remembering long nights on the beach with friends when your hair would be filled with salt water and your swimsuit would be caked in sand.

“You miss it?” he asked quietly, searching your wondering eyes.

“The ocean? Yeah, I miss it.”

He hummed under his breath and kept his gaze on you. After a minute of quiet stares he pushed off the wall and headed for the door. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything, and I mean anything at all.”

He ran his eyes slowly over you, making you audibly gasp. The way he said anything made your mind wonder. Made you think of how it’d feel to be skin to skin with him in the shower, running his hands down your body, spreading your legs so he could snake his way inside and light you up until you couldn’t hold in the heat anymore.

“I’ll be in the kitchen. Holler if you need me.” And with that he closed the door and left you alone with your wondering thoughts and building heat between your legs.

You leaned against the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Focus. Get your head out of the gutter and just get a shower.

You sat down on the edge of the bath and unlaced your pointe shoes, shoving them off your aching feet. You slowly flexed and extended your toes, holding in a sob as it felt so good to get them off your feet. A warm shower would do you some good.

You quickly stripped yourself of the tights and pulled down your practice leotard, throwing the skirt to the floor in a heap. Your whole body ached from head to toe, and you were dying to go get a massage. You needed one direly. You threw open the mermaid curtain and turned the faucet to hot, watching the water come pouring out of the shower head in a wave.

You dragged yourself over the edge and stood up, letting the hot water peel over your skin as you basked in the way it felt on your back. You groaned as it seemed to help your aching muscles and tight neck. You quickly lathered some vanilla soap on the washcloth and slowly dragged it along your neck and down your body, making its way down to your throbbing thighs. And then your mind went to dark places again. Wet, hot places.

You imagined the soft washcloth was Joel, running his hands through your silky hair, marking your neck with wet, caressing kisses, running his tongue down your body, lapping up the slick in between your legs, grabbing your thighs as his rough calloused hands lifted you up to wrap your legs around his back, sliding his fingers in between your slits, rubbing you till you couldn’t hold on anymore, pumping inside you until your body shook with pleasant desire, feeding every single need that your body craved.

You quickly moved your fingers away from inside your thighs, squeezing your legs together as you were already so close to releasing. Feeling that sick desire creep up your spine, almost to the edge of a climax.

What the fuck was wrong with you? You shouldn’t be doing this in his shower, in his house. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help the way you felt like exploding fireworks when you were around him.

And that face.

Those eyes. Those goddamn brown eyes. He made you sick. Sick with desire, with need.

You were already so close so you might as well finish the job so you wouldn’t be on edge during dinner. You pushed your fingers in between your thighs and found your throbbing clit, putting just enough pressure on it that it made you want to cry out as it felt sooo good.

You were pretending it was his hands, his rough fingers finishing you off.

There ya go, sunshine. Come for me. Be a good girl now, darlin’. Let me taste you.

And then you were coming, hard. You held in a moan as you covered your mouth and let the sensation pull over you, feeling that warmth coat your thighs as you fell back against the wall, trying to keep your legs from caving in.

You stood there for a few minutes just catching your breath, coming back down from your blissful high. God, you wanted him. No, needed him. You don’t know what the fuck was wrong with you or why he had that strong of a grasp on you, but he did. And now you’d be crushed if he didn’t want you back.

But it was obvious he liked you. Very obvious. The way he stared at you in the theater, the way he took in every inch of you with his eyes. The way he was overly protective of you, the way he cared about what happened to you, the way he wanted to take care of you. He did like you. You were just gaslighting yourself to think the opposite.

You finished up in the shower, cutting off the water as silence took over the bathroom. Only the drip of the faucet could be heard. You quickly dried off and rummaged through your bag. You didn’t have much of a selection. There was a pair of yoga pants and a pair of black soffe shorts. You picked the shorts over the pants.

You slid on your lacy pink underwear and pulled up the shorts next as they clung to your curves, showing off your toned thighs. Next you clasped your bra and pulled on an oversized Nirvana shirt, almost covering the length of your shorts. You pulled on some ankle length black socks and called it good. You weren’t like the typical ballerina stereotype. You liked Rock and Roll just as much as you liked classical ballet music. You stood out amongst the other dancers and you didn’t care one bit.

You pulled your tight bun out and tousled your hair around, leaving behind thick waves as they passed your shoulders. You threw on some shiny pink lip gloss and puckered your lips together, smoothing out the gloss evenly. If this didn’t get Joel’s attention then you didn’t know what would. You took one more look at yourself in the mirror and crossed your fingers. Hoping that tonight would go well because your nerves were starting to get the best of you.

When you turned the doorknob and shut the lights off, you stepped into the hall and slowly made your way towards the kitchen. When you stepped into the light, you could see Joel focused on mixing the bowl of broccoli and chicken, flavoring it with some kind of soy sauce. He had a hand towel over his left shoulder and he looked adorable the way he was carefully mixing ingredients together. Your handsome chef hard at work.

You were leaning on the wall, so far gone admiring him from a distance that you didn’t hear him clear his throat. You jumped up and moved closer to the kitchen island, trying not to turn a shade of red.

He watched you walk over, slowly scanning his eyes down your body, landing on your thighs and lingering his brown eyes just a little too long. You were right. The shorts did get his attention. When you pulled out a bar stool and sat down his eyes gazed up to your face, taking in your long waves of hair. And then there was that look. The same look he had given you when he took you to dinner and saw you with your hair down for the first time. He looked captivated, intrigued. And you swore you saw stars in his eyes.

Did you really affect him the way that he affected you? Maybe, just maybe…

He cleared his throat again and shook himself out of a daze. “Feel a little better?” he asked casually.

“Much,” you said with a smile his way.

“Good. Glad to hear it. Dinner’s about ready. Should be done in a couple minutes,” he said as he mixed the food with the stirring utensil.

You watched the way he cooked, watched how his bulging biceps clung to his rolled up plaid shirt, watched as he took special care in making sure every ingredient was just right. It’s like he was a natural. You could watch him stir a pot all day long, and you’d probably drool while you took in every second.

“You seem like a natural. Do you cook all the time?” you asked curiously as you put your elbow on the island and leaned on it, bracing your hand under your chin.

“I didn’t actually start cooking till I had Sarah. Figured I should learn ya know? Turns out I actually kinda enjoy it. With how much I build stuff, it’s kinda like doing that. But instead of doors or floors, it’s making something delicious in the kitchen. Something I can eat. I don’t know, I kinda find it relaxing believe it or not.” He smiled as he turned to you, finding that glimmer in his caramel eyes. He was beautiful. Even the way he talked about cooking was beautiful.

Okay, he was perfect. You had found absolutely nothing wrong with him. The only question was why the hell did he pick you? Out of everyone he could’ve had, he chose you. Well, at least you hoped he did. But you were sitting in his kitchen and he was making you dinner. So of course he picked you. You just still couldn’t believe you got this lucky.

“Do you like to cook?” he asked as he cocked an eyebrow up, bringing the pan over to the middle of the kitchen island as he poured some in two glass bowls, watching the heat rise from the freshly made chicken.

“If you mean bake then absolutely. My favorite thing to make is pies. And believe it or not, I make some of the best cherry pies,” you said proudly, sitting a little taller as you spoke.

“I’ll bet you do,” he smirked. “You’ll have to make me one one of these days. Need to taste it for myself and see if it’s as delicious as you say it is,” he said with smouldering eyes, his smirk still planted on the side of his mouth.

You gulped at the suggestion, gawking up at him with what he just said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or if he was being serious. He said taste your cherry pie. Did he mean an actual pie or was he talking about what was in between your legs? You could feel the crimson heat on the side of your cheeks start to burn. You took a swig of water to cool yourself off.

“Oh, yeah. I could totally make you a pie,” you said nonchalantly, brushing it off like he didn’t just send a wave of slick down your underwear.

“Perfect,” he beamed. “Well, dinner’s done. Go ahead and try it. See if you like it. But be careful, it might be hot,” he warned as he handed you a bowl. It smelled absolutely delicious, and you already knew it’d be amazing.

You picked up a forkful and blew on it, slowly popping it in your mouth as you chewed and swallowed the rich, savoury food. Your eyes went wide as all your taste buds hit at once. It was amazing. “Holy shit, Joel. This is delicious!” you shouted, quickly realizing you needed to calm down as you sat back in your seat.

He laughed at your response. “Glad ya like it. There’s plenty more so help yourself.”

You smiled at him and nodded, putting your focus back into the bowl. You took a few more bites, nearly halfway done with your food already. You could feel his eyes on you. Watching you calmly, enjoying the sight of you devouring his food.

You looked back up at him and he was just watching you intently, arms leaning on the other side of the kitchen island. His brown eyes were calm, collected. And they looked like straight honey, making you want to drink them down.

“You gonna join me or?” you asked, your forks twirling around a lone noodle.

“Oh, yeah. Right,” he said hurriedly as he grabbed his own bowl and joined you in the seat next to you, his knee grazing against yours as he scooted in, sending a wave of electricity down your body.

“Thank you for dinner. You really are a great cook,” you said as you took another bite full of chicken and broccoli.

“Anytime,” he answered with a small smile.

You filled up your bowl again and inhaled it slowly, feeling the pit in your stomach become full and happy. Joel took your empty bowl from you when he was finished and put it in the sink, washing the dirty dishes and putting them away in the dishwasher.

You walked over to the wall by the oak door, stopping at a picture that had to be Sarah. You grazed your fingers over the black smooth edge of the frame and looked at the smiling faces of Joel and Sarah in the picture. She had on a blue graduation gown and held the cap high above her head. She had a big smile, one that could definitely light up a room. And she had long flowing hair. She had the same smile as Joel. And you couldn’t help but crinkle your eyes at the sight.

“Is this Sarah?” you asked loudly, so Joel could hear you from the other room. You heard him close the dishwasher and come up behind you, peeking around your shoulder.

“Yep. That’s my baby girl. Just graduated from high school in that picture. She sure was excited to go off to college,” he said with a huff, a little sadness in his eyes.

“She’s pretty,” you replied, smiling over your shoulder at him.

He grinned at that. “She sure is. Had to take out the bat a couple of times senior year when some boys broke her heart.”

A faint giggle left your mouth as you could picture it now. “Of course you did. Now I see why you’re so protective. You have a daughter, it’s your natural instinct.”

“I only protect what’s mine,” he reassured.

What was his? Oh. Was he inclining that you were his? Butterflies shot through your stomach at just the thought of it. His. You liked the sound of that.

“You like wine?” he asked curiously.

“Depends what kind. Why?”

“I have some red wine in the fridge if you’d like some.”

“Oh, ummm sure. I’d love some,” you answered excitedly.

“Great. Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll bring over a glass for you.”

“Alright.”

You made your way back to the velvety couch and sat down, curling your legs up underneath you. The fire was lit now. Joel turned it on when you were showering. You watched the orange flames dance above the logs, enjoying the warmth the fire was giving off.

You heard the cork screw loosen from the wine bottle as Joel popped off the top, listening to the sound of the liquid splash into the glass cups. It didn’t take long for Joel to hand you a glass and join you on the couch. He sat down close to you, so close that his knee grazed against yours, sending nerves running down your spine.

Suddenly you were nervous. You were sitting in Joel’s house on his couch, drinking his wine as you basked in his presence. It was a lot to handle. He was a lot.

You took a swig of the wine as it ran down your throat. It was smooth and clean, tasting like a hint of raspberries. It was delicious. “This is really good,” you said as you took one more sip, setting it down on the coffee table.

“Glad you like it.” Joel took another sip of his and set it down next to yours. And then suddenly you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You were a nervous wreck.

“Sarah’s room is kind of a mess right now. I could always get some clean sheets on her bed, and you could sleep in there tonight. Or I could make up the couch for you. Whatever’s more comfortable and whichever you prefer.”

“Oh, the couch is fine,” you answered.

“You sure? I don’t mind,” he stated quickly.

“Yeah. I don’t want you going through all the trouble of getting her room set up. I’m sure she doesn’t exactly want me taking over her bed,” you laughed. “The couch is fine,” you confirmed.

“Alright. If you change your mind let me know.”

Joel was so nice. Always thinking of others before himself. And the way he tried to make an effort in everything he did was something you admired. He was an 11/10. The absolute perfect gentleman. A man you wanted to keep around. If he’d let you.

“How’s your head? Still hurt any?” he asked cautiously as he ran a hand through your hair, doing your best not to groan at the sensation of his fingers running down your scalp. He went over the sensitive spot, and it wasn’t so bad anymore. In fact, it felt a lot better.

“It’s not bad. Think that ice pack helped a lot and just rest helped,” you said as you leaned into his touch, not wanting his hand to move away just yet.

“Glad to hear it,” he said with his fingers still entwined in your hair. You wanted to tell him not to stop. You wanted to lean over and lay in his lap, let him gently massage your scalp till you fell asleep. He must’ve got the hint because he slowly massaged your scalp, digging his fingernails into just the right spots, making you feel so good. That turned into a groan as the noise came from deep in your throat, making you close your eyes for a few seconds as if to revel in the pure bliss of his thick fingers.

“Feel good?” he asked in a low tone, making your legs squeeze together at the mere sound of his voice.

“Mhm,” you answered back, not able to fully make a clear sentence right now. He laughed as you leaned into his touch, clearly enjoying himself as much as you were.

He finally stopped after a few minutes, slowly taking his fingers away from your hair and gently laying his hand down next to you. Right next to your thigh, carefully grazing his fingers against the bare skin, sending goosebumps from every area he touched on your outer thigh.

“Joel,” you stated quietly.

“Hmm?” he hummed out.

You turned your body to him, making his hand linger closer to the top of your thigh. “Thank you. For saving me again. If you wouldn’t have been there, I really don’t know if I’d be standing right now.”

He clenched his jaw and looked at you intently. Those warm honey eyes turning one shade darker. “‘Course, darlin’. I wasn’t gonna just leave you there. Had to get you out. They would’ve put you in the hospital if I wasn’t there to step in.” He looked so mad, seething almost. And you knew why. He hated seeing you get hurt. You could tell by the way he carried himself every time you were.

“But really, I can’t thank you enough. You’re my hero. And you saved me more times than one. For that I’m eternally grateful.” You placed a hand over his as you mouthed thank you again.

He moved his hand on top of yours and slowly traced his fingers up and down your hand, making your whole body lean into his gentle brushes to your skin. He felt electric, magnetic, so surreal.

“I’ll always be there when you need me, sunshine. Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” he said slowly, looking over your features with his warm eyes.

He raised a hand and gently caressed your cheek, drawing slow circles with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, wanting to simmer in that warmth. Wanting to lose yourself in his rough but also soft hands. He was so close to you now as his other hand landed on top of your thigh, slowly grazing your skin as he was sending warmth straight to your center, feeling that growing tension in the room. The heat taking over as feelings started to envelop your mind.

“About your contract. Can you get out of it?” he asked slowly, carefully observing your face.

You shook your head no, and he asked you another one. “What if you just got up and left, didn’t go back?”

“Then I’d be blacklisted from every dance company in the US. No one would ever dare hire me again. And that’s not what I want. I want to dance, but not for Carlotta and certainly not for Pierre. This wasn’t what I was expecting for my first big dance breakthrough. But I guess I have to deal with it,” you sighed, pulling your eyes off his face and staring at the floor as a wave of sadness hit you.

“Hey, look at me.” He placed his fingers under your chin and lifted your face back up to him, leveling his eyes with yours. “I’m gonna make sure you make it through those two months. And I’m gonna try my best to get under Carlotta’s skin. Make her back off you as much as possible. And I’ll make sure Pierre keeps his filthy hands off you,” he said with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, seething at the mere name of those two fools.

Your eyes were watery as you looked into the warm eyes of your knight in shining armor. The one that knew just how to save you in every way. You couldn’t get enough of him. Needed him so much that now you ached for him when he wasn’t around. Which was scary in itself. You were falling hard and fast.

“Why me?” you asked quietly as your eyes searched his face, looking for a clear answer of how you got so lucky in the first place.

“Because I saw that you were drowning and I couldn’t let you sink. You were too pretty, and you’re too special not to save,” he answered gently, keeping his thumb in place as it moved carefully over your jawline.

“Oh…” was all you could say. There was nothing else to say to that. It was…beautiful. He truly was your savior. Your gentle, brooding knight.

You sat there just staring at each other intensely, his hand still grazing your thigh and his fingers still sliding across the side of your face. It was so intimate. So sensual. You were more than just attracted to him. You were falling hard for everything he was. Kind, brave, protective, caring, thoughtful, and so much more.

You’d never felt like this for anyone. He was one of a kind. He was the one for you. You just knew it. You could feel it, taste it. That pull tugged at you, letting you know just how strong it was. It was magnetic on so many levels.

You could feel that tension hanging in the air. Could almost smell it as it hung over your head, sinking deep inside your body, wrapping itself around every nerve ending it could find. He was so close to your lips, you could almost taste him.

He pulled a lock of hair behind your ear and turned his gaze towards your lips. But before he acted on his instincts, he looked back up into your eyes and dropped his hand, leaning back into the couch. You internally groaned at the missed opportunity. He was so close to kissing you. So fucking close. You leaned your head back against the couch, but his hand still lingered over your thigh. Not once moving his hand away. And for now that was enough. That could be enough for tonight. It was something.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes until you heard a yawn come from Joel’s mouth. You looked at the clock and noticed it was 10:30pm. How’d it get so late so quick?

He slowly pushed himself off the couch, letting his fingers leave your thigh. Leaving your skin cold. Left yearning for his fingers to find your skin. Needing that warmth again.

“Well, it’s gettin’ late. Let me make up the couch for you, and I’ll let you get some sleep.” He went down the hall and grabbed some sheets and a pillow from the hall closet, coming back to get the couch ready. You wanted to stop him right there, ask if he would stay with you and let you cuddle. Feel his arm wrap around you as his fingers trailed up and down your body, giving you that warm feeling that everything would be okay because you were in his arms.

You got up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and washing away the wine residue on your lips. As soon as you walked back into the living room, the couch was ready for you. New sheets were sprawled out, and a fluffy white pillow and thick blanket sat at the edge of the couch just waiting for you to fall into.

Before you got into bed, Joel took a step forward and spoke hesitantly. “Hey, umm. I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow?” he asked nervously.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t have anything. Why do you ask?” you cocked your head and tried to read his nervous expression.

“Well, if you don’t have anything going on do you maybe wanna go to Central Park? Or maybe drive to the beach?” He was looking at you with big chocolate eyes, a hint of a smile showing on his lips.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you laughed, beaming up at him with a big smile.

“Do you want it to be a date?” His expression turned to a questioning gaze, his eyebrows raised as an almost boyish grin took over. He was so damn cute.

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your eyes growing large with admiration for the handsome man that stood in front of you. “Yes,” you shook your head. “I’d love that.”

“Great. It’s a date then. Uhh well, goodnight. Get some rest, sunshine.” With that he turned towards the oak door and turned the knob, sliding through and disappearing as it shut tight behind him.

You sat up giddily and internally screamed at what just happened. Joel had asked you on an actual date. Ekk! You fell onto the fluffy pillow and pulled the blanket up to your chin, turning towards his door and outlining it with your eyes. You were in Joel’s house, sleeping on his couch, only feet from his room. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You had to calm down. You needed to get some rest. So you slowed your thoughts and closed your eyes, trying to focus on sleep and not on the big, strong man in the other room.

You woke up a couple hours later to the sound of crashing thunder outside. You were no stranger to storms, but they still put you on edge as you had been through one too many hurricanes. You tossed and turned for the next several minutes, watching as the shades of lightning lit up the living room with every crack of thunder that rumbled in the sky.

You covered your ears but it did nothing to calm your nerves. As you faced again towards Joel’s door, your mind raced with possibilities. What if you got up and walked into his room? Would he kick you out? Would he invite you into his bed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body? Would he touch you in the way that you wanted to be touched by him? The possibilities were endless.

You started to feel that pull again. The one that started deep in your chest and traveled to every nerve ending in your body. The room started to feel too hot as that tension returned. You could almost taste it. A small tickle in your throat that grew into a full on mouth watering hunger. You could get up and chase it, but you knew where that would lead you. It’d lead you to Joel’s room.

You bit your lip and flexed your fingers, gripping the sheets so tight that your nails were digging through the material. You couldn’t stay still anymore. You had to get up.

You pushed yourself up from the couch and paced the room, watching as the lightning made different shapes across the wall with every flash of light that came through the window. Tiger was sleeping peacefully in his bed in the corner of the room, not even bothered by the storm. But the storm wasn’t exactly what had you on edge. It was also Joel. And he was holding the reins on the storm, fueling your need and desire. Pulling you towards him.

You ended up right in front of his door just staring at the handle. Just another step and you’d be opening it, watching as his bed came into view, hoping he’d invite you in. Needing so badly to be wrapped in his arms. Wanting to feel the way his lips pressed against your waiting, parched lips.

You reached out and barely grazed the handle, suddenly changing your mind as you dropped your hand back to your side. Before you could turn around, Joel was turning the doorknob and opening the door. Your eyes went wide as he stood there with messy bed hair and a grey t-shirt that fit snuggly across his massive muscles. It was pulling at his biceps the way his arm flexed as he moved his hand up to his hair, pushing back those tousled curls.

And fuck was he pretty.

He had on a pair of grey sweatpants and you had to force yourself to not look down. He was so fucking gorgeous, even from just waking up. Maybe even more so than you’d ever seen him.

“Sunshine? What are you doin’ up?” he asked sleepily as he yawned and rubbed his eyes, opening them again to get a better look at you.

“I…uhhh…I was just getting up to get a drink of water,” you said hurriedly, trying to calm yourself down from your racing heartbeat.

“Kitchen is the other way,” he laughed with a small smirk on his face, lifting one of his eyebrows in awareness. Catching you in your own lie.

Shit.

He took in your wide eyed expression and laughed. “Come on, I’ll get you a glass,” he said as he led you to the kitchen, putting a hand on the small of your back. The feeling of his fingertips on your t-shirt nearly sent you spiraling.

He opened the cabinet and got two glasses out, filling each with some cold water. He carefully handed you a cup as you quickly thanked him and took a large gulp, trying to calm your racing nerves down. He took a swig of water and set the glass on the counter, watching you carefully. You swear you could feel sweat start to form on your forehead. You swiped a hand over it nonchalantly and pulled back a lock of hair behind your ear, brushing it off like it was nothing.

His searing brown eyes were still on you, and you held in a gasp as you gazed up at him behind your long eyelashes as you clinged to the glass cup hard. You put it down on the kitchen island before it broke into tiny pieces in your hands.

You leaned back on the kitchen island and dug your fingers into the wood that laid behind your back, trying to get a hold of yourself. Joel was standing on the opposite side of you. One hand on the counter and the other flexed at his side. Just two people staring at each other intently in a quiet room in the middle of the night. All silent except for the rapid breaths that were coming from your mouth and his.

There was a thick tension that encased the air. It was so strong that you could feel it clinging to your skin as if someone was wrapping you up with saran wrap. Pulled so tight that you could barely breathe. It was stifling and heavy, the way that Joel was looking at you. The way his eyes trailed up and down you, landing on your lips, your neck, your thighs, and back up to meet your wide eyes.

It was too much. He was too much. You felt like you had a heated blanket on, the room was scorching. His eyes were absolutely smouldering, making you want to grab his t-shirt and press your lips to his. Wanting to get lost in that tousled hair. Wanting to feel his rough hands explore you. Wanting to give him every part of you.

A crack of thunder threw you out of your heated trance and made you jump, nearly knocking over the cup that sat behind you.

“Storms scare ya?” Joel asked sympathetically as he took a step toward you, his brown eyes staring down at you.

“Kinda. I’ve been through a few hurricanes so sometimes thunder just startles me,” you said quickly, dropping your hands to your side nervously.

“Oh, I see. Makes sense,” he said quietly.

He looked at the clock as it turned to 12:30am and shuffled slightly, eyeing you again slowly. “Well, guess I’ll let ya get back to bed. It’s pretty late.”

“Right,” you said back. Trying to hold in your disappointment.

You walked back with him to the living room, staying in his shadow as he opened his door wide, hearing the hinges squeak as they moved. He turned around and looked back down at you, just a mere two steps away. So close yet not close enough.

“You gonna be okay out here?” he asked with a raised brow, concern dancing in his honey eyes.

You nodded your head slowly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Another crack of thunder ripped through the sky, and you flinched at the noise. Joel noticed and shifted his weight, unsure of what to do. “I’m alright. It’s just a little thunder. Nothing I can’t handle,” you said with a small smile, making him give you one in return.

“Alright. Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” He cupped your chin and rested his fingers there for a second, dropping them all too soon as a gasp left your mouth. “Night, sunshine. Sleep tight.”

“Night,” you breathed out timidly. He gave you a tight smile and turned around, taking a step into his room. Your gaze went down to the floor as a strangled huff sat in your chest. You were internally groaning at how close you had gotten, could feel that tension that was consuming you whole. Needing to let it loose before it blanketed you into nothingness.

You were above to turn back to the couch until your heard Joel stop walking, the floorboards becoming silent. You turned to look at him and he was staring straight ahead. Slowly flexing and extending his hand into a fist as he was in deep thought about something.

Was he thinking about you? What was he…

He slowly turned back to face you as he raked a hand through his salt and pepper scruff, looking lost in thought. His eyes slowly trailed up to find your eyes and then there was that tension again. That spark of desire. Another wave of lightning flashed against the wall and then it was just you and him standing mere feet apart, two flames that were dying to collide with one another and burn together.

“Do you wanna come sleep in here tonight?” he asked timidly, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“Oh,” was all you could get out. You weren’t expecting that. Weren’t expecting him to ask you. And now you were a stuttering mess.

“You don’t have to. Just thought I’d offer,” he said as he started to turn back to his room.

You shot your hand out and grabbed a hold of his wrist, completely stopping him in his tracks. “No, I…I want to,” you said nervously, trying to keep your stutter to a minimum.

The corners of his mouth curled up and he gave you one of those smiles that could make you go weak at the knees. God, he was gorgeous.

“Well, c’mon then.”

He led you inside and you were met with a massive king sized bed in the middle of the room. The sheets were all made up and a large blue comforter was draped across the bed. Leaving two fluffy cotton pillows at the head of the bed. And suddenly you were overwhelmed with nerves as you tried to get a hold of yourself, telling yourself that you’d be fine. It was just to sleep. You were going to sleep and that was all.

“What side do you want?” he drawled, pushing back the comforter and leaving space to get in.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll take whichever side,” you said graciously.

He hummed under his breath. “Okay then. I’ll take the right side. You can have the left,” he said as he pulled back the blanket and slid in on his side.

Then there was you. Standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. Joel raised an eyebrow at you and was looking curiously at you, so you gave him no more room for questions. You crept over to the left side and gently crawled in, being careful not to get too close to his side.

You pulled the blanket up to your chest and rolled to the left side so you could face the wall and not the other way around. You were way too nervous and right now you just needed to calm yourself down.

Breathe. But you couldn’t. Not when he was in the room. Not when you were in his bed.

The tension filled the air again. This time it was hot and sticky. A tension that tore at your insides that begged to be released. You could feel your pulse speed up, could feel just how in tune with your body you were. You could feel that heat fill the air, make its way to you and work its way slowly into your core. Feeling that hungry desire you so desperately wanted to put to bed. Could practically taste the primal needs that you so desperately wanted to experience.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned towards the right side of the bed and audibly gasped when you saw Joel staring right back at you, leaning on his left side. Keeping his gaze on you.

The tension was everywhere then. His deep brown eyes were so calm, so collected. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. His gaze was holding you in place. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only thing you could hear was the raindrops that pelted against the window and the breaths shared between you and Joel.

He slowly, ever so carefully reached out a hand and caressed your cheek gently, pushing back a lock of hair and tucking it behind your ear. Still keeping his hand on you, trailing slow circles on your jawline and moving it down beneath your chin, lifting your head just the slightest.

You sucked in a breath when he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, making gentle strokes as light as a feather. Feeling that tingling sensation light up your senses. And then he was sliding over in the bed, sealing that empty space between your bodies.

He was now right next to you, his forehead meeting yours as he dropped his thumb from your lip and filled the space with his own lips. He grazed against your lips, just enough to where you could feel just how soft they really were. You were almost begging him to kiss. Begging him to take control and take all of you.

After a couple seconds of hesitation and waiting for any response from you, he closed the distance and pressed his lips against yours. And there it was. That moment that you had been waiting for for days. And it was exactly what you pictured it’d be like. Exactly what you’d envisioned for so long.

His pace went from gentle to primal. He pulled you on top of him and kissed you deeper, bringing his fingers to rake through your hair, making you groan at the feel of him. He took that as a positive response and drank you in. You parted your mouth, and he chased your tongue with his, swirling it around yours like you were in a dance. Tasting a shot of espresso and honey like taste against his tongue.

He was delicious. A taste you wanted to devour again and again. Never coming up for air.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, softly landing on your back. He continued ravaging you with his mouth, twisting and turning his tongue as he took one of his hands and gently slid it up your shirt, just enough to feel your burning skin as his calloused fingers ran over your smooth skin.

He unlatched from your mouth and made his way to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting on your most sensitive spots. He found one in particular hypersensitive spot, and as he sucked on it you let out a moan and dug your fingers into the back of his neck.

“You like that?” he asked with his mouth still sliding up your neck.

“Mhmm,” you groaned out. You heard him chuckle under his breath as he slid his tongue up your neck, teasing at that spot again. You suppressed a moan as he continued teasing you, sliding his hand across your waistband, carefully slipping just the tips of his fingers underneath. The teasing was building heat between your legs. You could already feel you were soaking as another wave of slick found its way into your underwear. You could practically hear the sloshing with every move you made.

His affect on you was almost stifling. He didn’t even have to try hard because you were already burning for him. You were desperate for his touch, aching for his mouth, longing for him to kiss every square inch of your body.

He pulled at your earlobe and planted soft kisses just underneath that, driving you crazy from desire. You fisted his grey shirt and practically begged him to take you. “Joel…” you groaned out, hearing that desperate plea in your tone. That seductive bedroom voice that you were almost embarrassed to use.

He traced his lips over your cheek and hovered above you, staring at you with those deep brown eyes. “What do you want?” he asked with a low drawl, his voice sounding like velvet.

“You…” you answered back quietly.

He focused his gaze on you for a few seconds, letting that tension fill back up the thick air, and then he moved quickly. He pulled off your oversized t-shirt and threw it on the floor. He latched his hands around your back and undid the clasps of your bra, peeling it off and throwing it on the floor right next to your shirt, leaving you completely bare as your nipples were already pebbled over.

He ran his hands over your breasts and moved to get situated in between your legs as he leaned over and ran his tongue in slow circles over your taut nipples. You groaned at the feel of it and moved your leg up, gently wrapping it around his waist. He gave the same attention to the other one as he ran his hands down your waist again, teasing again at the waistband.

He gently slid your shorts off your hips and down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your soaked pink lacy underwear. He gently teased you, hooking a finger under the lacy material and running his finger dangerously close to your center. You squirmed underneath him and bucked your hips, wanting more, needing more.

He smirked up at you as he trailed a finger along the waistband. “This what you want, sunshine? Want me to make you feel good?” he asked in a low seductive voice.

“Please,” you begged, turning into mush underneath his touch.

“Please what?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, biting your lip in response.

“Touch you where? Here?” he asked as he took his hand and cupped your center, feeling that pulsing need in between your legs. “Or here?” he slid his hand underneath your underwear and found your folds, gently gliding his finger along your sticky mess. You groaned in response and nodded.

“Already so fucking wet for me, sunshine. Goddamn,” he breathed out, slowly biting the edge of his lip as he drew his hand back out of your wet underwear, gently catching your clit before his fingers disappeared, making you groan in response.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he said as he slowly pulled them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable to the man with the burning eyes.

He spread your legs and took in your entire body, slowly licking his lips as if he was about to eat you up. It made another wave of slick slide down your folds, landing underneath you on the sheets. Joel’s eyes got darker, more primal as he noticed just what he did to you.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said as his breathing picked up, and you could see just how hard he was underneath his sweatpants.

Fuck.

He made himself flat on the bed and trailed kisses up the inside of your thighs, so close to your center that you could feel it pulse around you. He gently blew on your center as he made his way down the other thigh, driving you fucking crazy from anticipation.

“Please,” you begged, needing his mouth on you.

“Please what? Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want,” he stated, eyes locking with yours as he left another kiss along your inner thigh.

“Your fingers…your mouth…please.” You were a desperate mess, dying to feel what it’d be like for him to devour you, make you scream as white hot pleasure consumed you entirely.

He muffled out a laugh as he moved to your center, right above your folds. “Such a needy girl,” he laughed.

“Yes, needy for you,” you groaned through gritted teeth, already turned on to the max.

He chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

Joel spit on the tops of your folds and took his fingers and slowly rubbed the spit over your entire pussy, filling up your center with heat as you heard the sloshing and wet noises take over the room. He slid a finger inside you and slowly started pumping, spreading you even wider as he joined a second finger in. You moaned out at the feel of his thick fingers, as they hooked up and met that one spongy part that nearly had you coming already.

“Hold on, darlin’. Gonna see just how good you taste.” He took his tongue and ran it up the entire length of your pussy, letting you feel just how rough and wet his tongue was.

He spread your folds wide and slowly drew circles around your clit, making you squeeze your legs around his back. That made him more hungry, more starving for your taste. He sucked your clit into his mouth and then released, keeping his tongue busy by flicking your bundle of nerves rapidly.

You cried out with a moan as you grabbed onto his tousled curls and fisted your fingers in his hair. Holding on for dear life. He wrapped his hands around the back of your thighs and stared up at you as he devoured your pulsing clit, sending more slick down the center, right into his mouth.

God, the way he was looking at you was so primal, so full of lust. His honey eyes were no more. They were now big black pits that threatened to take hold of you completely.

He kept his eyes on you as he licked you, drank you down, sucked you into his mouth, and you couldn’t break his lustful gaze at all. It was dominant, intense, so intimate the way he was eating you out with his rough tongue, his index and middle finger sinking deep inside you, stretching you to the max. Working you over so good that you were almost there, so close to orgasm. You could feel it building in your chest and making its way down to your center, growing so hot that you swore you were already seeing stars.

“Taste so good, baby,” he drawled in between breaths, sinking back down on your aching clit.

“Joel…” you moaned, barely able to catch your breath. “Please…”

“I know, baby. I know. You’re so close for me. Let me take care of ya. Want you to come for me. Be a good girl and let me taste ya, darlin’,” he groaned, still flicking your clit with his tongue and pumping deep inside you.

He hooked his fingers and started moving vigorously, hitting that spongy spot in just the right area, pushing you to spill for him. You were almost there, so fucking close that you could feel the tingling sensation start to take over starting from your head, trailing down to your pulsing core and making its way down to your curling toes.

“I…I’m almost there…Joel, I’m gonna come,” you cried, scratching your nails against his scalp, pulling at his tousled bed hair.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come on now, that’s a good girl. So good for me…”

He pulled you down further in the bed and attacked your wet, throbbing mound, feasting his mouth all over you as you could hear him flick and suck your dripping pussy. He stared intensely at you with those black pits and took your bundle of nerves in his mouth, pulling and sucking slowly, trying to feed your growing orgasm. And then you were gone.

You threw your head back and felt your eyes roll into the back of your skull as white hot bliss took over. You could feel your intense orgasm release as you were spilling yourself all over him. “Joel…” you moaned loudly as your legs were shaking uncontrollably while he lapped up all the slick in between your legs and finally released his fingers from inside you, slowly popping them in his mouth as he sucked seductively, lapping up every bit of you he could.

“So fuckin’ perfect, sunshine. Did so good for me. You taste even better than I imagined,” he smirked as he made one final lick to his index fingering, sending you over the edge with his smoldering gaze and seductive words.

You let your body relax into the now soaked sheets, let your legs unlatch from his body as you came down from your high. Your breath was so heavy you could barely hear the storm that was pounding the rooftop outside. You couldn’t hear it because there was a storm of your own inside the room, inside his bed.

He was hovering over you, gently caressing your cheek, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead, saying how good you did for him. Building a fire deep inside you again. Wanting more of him, needing more of him.

You looked down and still saw the bulge thickly lined against his sweatpants. Feeding a hunger inside you that you needed to take care of. You slowly reached for his pants and just as you tried to pull them down, Joel stopped you with his hands.

“Now wait a minute, sunshine. Don’t think you can handle that right at this moment,” he stated as he stared down into your eyes, eyes that were turning warmer with every second you looked at him.

“I can handle it,” you urged, a persistency that escaped from your throat. You honed into his honey eyes and begged with your eyes, giving him those puppy eyes you know he couldn’t resist.

His jaw clenched as you saw him ponder your proposition. Slowly biting down on his lip the longer he looked at you. Giving in slowly but surely.

“Are you sure, darlin’? Might be a lot for ya right now. Don’t wanna make you too sore.”

You reached your arm out and wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so your lips were just inches from tasting him. You pulled him down further and put your lips right over his ear, whispering seductive things to him. “I want you to make me sore. Won’t you make me come again? With something other than your tongue and fingers. Maybe with something a little bigger…”

You trailed your hand down his rock hard abs, past the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly grabbing the outline of his thick cock and sliding your hand up and down his length through the soft material.

He sucked in a breath hard and grabbed your wrist tight. “Jesus Christ, darlin’. You want me inside you? You want my cock?” he drawled with that thick southern accent of his, pushing you down on the bed again.

“Mhm. Want your cock deep inside me. Want you to fuck me so good that all I can do is scream your name,” you groaned, a low tone seeping out of your mouth.

“Fuck…” Joel moaned. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sunshine.”

“Only for you,” you said as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him flirtatiously.

“Mmm I like the sound of that,” he groaned. “Don’t worry, darlin’. Gonna take real good care of ya. Now c’mere,” he said as he dragged you lower in the bed and sunk his mouth down on yours, finding your tongue quickly as he swirled his around yours, ravaging him up as you threw your arms over his neck, sinking him deeper to your body.

He broke the kiss and sat back, tugging his shirt over his head and fisting his fingers over the waistband of his sweatpants as he pulled them down and threw them to the floor, along with his boxers. He was left with nothing on, and you gasped at just how large he actually was.

Holy shit. He was massive.

His hard erection was planted against his stomach as the veins wrapped around his length. He was well over five inches and God was he thick. A bead of precum spilt down his tip and trailed down his length, ending in his wiry hair around his shaft.

God, he was pretty. You wanted to know what he tasted like, but more importantly you wanted him inside you. Right now.

He spread your legs wide and crawled up in between your legs, putting the tip right next to your weeping folds, anticipating just how good it’d feel for him to be inside your walls.

“You ready for this, sunshine?” he asked with raised brows, his fingers brushing against your sensitive clit, making slick pool from your core.

“Mhmm. Need you,” you whispered.

“That’s right, darlin’. Gonna fuck you now. Hold on tight.”

He slowly pushed inside you, stretching your walls just to the point of pain, making you wince at the size of him. He slowly started going in and out of you. Pushing your legs even further apart. He picked up the pace a little, digging into you deeper, making you whine into his ear at the pressure that was building.

“Taking me so good, sunshine. You want more?” he slurred into your ear.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out.

“Good. Now I know you’re flexible, so I’m gonna lift your leg, okay? Gonna make you feel me deeper. Let me make you feel good,” he drawled out with a purr.

“Please,” you begged.

He took your left leg and lifted it over his shoulder, wrapped your other leg around his back. You could feel that extra pull, feel him hit that spongy part of your walls as you moaned out his name.

“That’s right, darlin’. Want you to scream my name. Wanna know just how good I’m makin’ you feel.” He fucked deeper into you, picking up his pace as you heard the wet, slick sounds of his cock driving into you, sliding up and down, making you lose absolute control of your body. You felt like you were floating. The pressure was building so intensely that you were almost coming undone. Almost there.

“Joel, I’m so close…I’m so…” you moaned out.

“That’s it, sunshine. Say my name. Be a good girl and come for me, come on my cock,” he groaned.

He slammed back into you, bottoming out at the back of your walls as you felt yourself holding on for dear life. The pressure was everywhere. You could feel that white hot sensation creeping back into you.

He pressed his thumb down on your aching clit and worked it slowly, circling you in just the right area. Feeling your body letting go, feeling wet slick pool down your walls as you scratched your nails down his back and moaned his name loudly.

“Joel!” you screamed as you felt your walls clench around him and then suddenly release, opening the flood gates of your intense orgasm.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he rammed up into you, chasing your intense orgasm with his own growing desire, almost there for him too.

“Joel, want you to fill me up, come inside me,” you begged, watching his eyes burning into you, getting lost in those black pits.

“Whatever you want I’ll give ya,” he said with gritted teeth, so close to orgasming, baring his teeth and trying to hold on for as long as possible.

A few more thrusts inside you and he was finished for. He took one final plunge into you and bit down on his lip, rolling his eyes back as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Goddamn, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good inside you,” he growled, stilling his tired body, slowly releasing himself from inside you as his seed spilt down your thighs. White, hot shots of come spilling all around you.

He collapsed on the bed and brought you to his chest, wrapping a strong arm around you as you threw a leg over his hips, finding that perfect comfy spot close to him as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

And then it was all fast breaths and longing stares, just you and him tangled in the sheets together. The absolute perfect end to a Friday night. The only place you wanted to be. In his arms.

He grazed his hand up and down your arm, holding you close as he let his other hand caress your cheek, sliding his fingers into your thick waves. Lulling you into pure bliss, right on the edge of sleep.

“Should really get you cleaned up, sunshine. We made quite a mess,” he laughed as he looked to the soaked, scrunched up sheets, still feeling his seed in between your legs.

You hummed out a quiet response. “I’ll be alright. Save it till morning. I just wanna stay right here in your arms,” you faintly said, words barely leaving your mouth.

He looked closely at you as he took in all your features, coming to a conclusion. “Alright, baby. But in the morning I’m gonna clean you up in the shower,” he said, continuing to trail his fingers over your arm, gently sliding down your back, making you sigh deep into his strong chest.

“Sounds perfect,” you hummed out, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Alright,” he said with a low chuckle, continuing to stroke your long locks, lulling you to sleep.

“I’m so tired,” you breathed out, voice as quiet as a mouse.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you,” he hummed into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Such an angel,” he whispered, fingers digging into your scalp, his other hand stroking slow circles up and down your back.

You listened to the rain softly pelt the window, taking in the slow breaths coming from Joel, feeling his chest go in and out as your hand rested against his bare skin, letting his soft, raspy voice hum you to sleep.

And then you were out like a light, falling into a deep sleep where you dreamed of dark eyes and twisted bed sheets, reliving the blissful moment over and over again. This was what peace felt like. He was peace, your safe place. And that’s where you’d continue to stay. Never wanting to leave his side.

Your hero, your savior, your everything.

Part 4

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