#was posessed by this today. hello

[theriverbeyond]

You pull the corpse out of the river.

She still looks handsome as ever, even with her vibrant hair darkened by silt and matted up at her temples. You’ll try to comb through it later, you promise, as you roll the body supine to dry in the sun.

(An exploration of Coronabeth's time during the events of As Yet Unsent.)

(Featuring: canon typical necrophilia, canon-typical mistreatment of Gideon's corpse, a dash of BOE worldbuilding, and Corona playing 5D chess to keep everyone alive)

Rating: M (18+) | Words: 1.6k

[myfictionaldreams]

~ Poly!Marauders Masterlist 🐺🐕‍🦺🦌📚~

Hello lovely, I hope you’re having a great day. Welcome to my harry potter masterlist! I love to write in my spare time and the fiction that I create is for 18+ readers ONLY please. Also, everything is character x fem!reader and please, read the tags carefully before continuing.

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sweetheart needs looking after (fluff, angst)

You were warned not to be a brat today, but when you start to feel unwell, how will the boys react when this mistake your behaviour for being a brat?

the boys always cause trouble (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

The boys were infamous around Hogwarts for their pranks but what if one ay they do it to the wrong people, and you get hurt in revenge?

good morning (smut) 

You loved waking up in the arms of the boys but today, James has other plans for the morning.

the dueling club (fluff, smut, angst)

You were tasked to practice your defensive skills but when you are paired with your worse nightmare, how will the boys react watching you duel their enemy?

the full moon (ch.1) (ch.2) (ch.3) (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

The full moon was approaching, only a few days away and the effects were slowly starting to take over Remus, but there’s nothing you can do as you watch him turn from the soft loving boyfriend to the posessive and rough werewolf to hide from.

showing off  (fluff, smut, angst)

The boys love goofing around but what happens if it brings the attention of the Slytherins. How will the boys react when they find out that you’ve bee harassed?

let me calm you (fluff, smut)

It was the last quidditch match of the year and James’ nerves were getting the best of him, so you did your best to calm him down.

we'll sort this later  (smut)

The boys had left you being edged all day until you couldn’t take it anymore.

safe & sound (fluff)

The sound of thunder ripped you from your sleep, luckily the boys are there to comfort you.

a bad day  (fluff, smut, angst)

You have a bad day so the boys try and make you feel better.

breakfast in bed  (fluff, smut, angst)

You were in subspace and has a panic attack and the Marauders try to calm her down.

you’re safe  (fluff, smut)

You have a nightmare and the boys do their best to comfort you.

happy halloween(fluff, smut, angst)

You were your own worst enemy. The boys have surprised you by changing their looks for the Halloween party but you can't decide if you're highly aroused or intimidated by their new looks.  

aftercare - kinktober  (fluff, smut)

How the boys look after you after a heavy nightly session

they are mine (fluff, smut, angst)

They were harmless, they just wanted to be friends with the Marauders nothing more... right? What happens when three Ravenclaws become suspiciously too close with your boyfriends?

i need to feel you  (fluff, smut)

Waking from a lust-filled night, you were feeling slightly needy.

red  (fluff, smut, angst)

The word 'red' kept flashing into your mind but it wasn't something you'd ever had to say before. How will the boys react when you're forced to say it?

first time  (fluff, smut)

At the beginning, you were simply four friends but how was it that you all became more than this?

pain over pleasure (fluff, smut, angst)

It was very important that during your most intimate of moments, you kept clear communication with the Marauders but, when you fail to do this, you have to suffer the consequences of which you'd been warned about.

horny little devil  (smut)

There you were, tied to the bed, wishing to be touched but, Sirius and Remus ignored you, continuing on with their own pleasures. Thankfully, James has returned from Quidditch practice, he'll help you... right?

how far is too far? (fluff, smut, angst) 

James had discovered a new spell that is supposed to give you the most blissful pleasure imaginable. However, not everything goes to plan.

what are you wearing?  (fluff, smut, angst) 

The latest lingerie trend did not look comfortable in any way but you still fell for the marketing and purchased your own, assuming that the boys would want you to dress like everyone else. However, when you decided to show off your outfit to Sirius, his reaction is anything but positive as he sees how uncomfortable you are.

working hard (fluff)

You're working hard, maybe too hard as you have been neglecting to take care of yourself. You end up fainting, hitting your head and, having a seizure and needing the boys to look after you.

spanking/flogging - kinktober (smut)

Sirius, ever the one to explore the kinky side of life, has bought a new toy which you're a little apprehensive about.

bondage - kinktober (smut)

Trying something new included you trusted your boyfriends to restraint you in the middle of an empty classroom.

coercion/blackmail - kinktober - dark!marauders (smut, dark!!)

They wre waiting or the ideal chance to find you alone and the perfect opportunity arose when they saw you on the Marauder’s map as you ere sneaking around the restricted section of the library.

Family (smut, angst, fluff)

Sirius Black, the usually happy prankster within Hogwarts, had a special skill for hiding his emotions. Until one day, he's forced to face the realities of the troubles with his family.

Say My Name (Smut, fluff)

It was an uncommonly tranquil night for you and Remus, as James and Sirius had gone out to attend a party. The reason you and Remus decided not to accompany them was quite simple: the Full Moon was approaching. This meant that your otherwise calm boyfriend would become fiercely possessive and feral.

[florasvenus]

My Sweet Little Demon

Pairing : So’Lek x Na’vi (Avatar) Female!Reader

Warnings : Smut, Sexual/ Explicit Contents, Slight Fluff, Posessive attitude, So’lek and reader in Love, p in v Slight agressive behaviour, swearing and that should be it.

A/ N : Hello Everyone! I hope you’ll like this story. I originally come from AO3. Mostly surfing on there, but I decided to take a look here and found the vibe pretty nice. I decided to write this So’lek fic because I obviously got obsessed with him and I guess not having the game contributed to it even more for some reason? Plus I am very obsessed with Neteyam too as I just watched the movie again, so it all restarted lol. I hope I'll be forming a nice community here. For now this will be it. Smooch 💕💙

Index : Tawtute = Human/ SkyPerson | Nga yawne lu oer = I love you

Nga yawne lu oer...

Nga yawne lu oer~

You pronounce together, looking profoundly in eachothers irises. Each of them a pure yellow color. Dark pupils dancing in the golden sky. So’lek kisses with lust the slight swell of your stomach, slowling traiking up to suck on one of your hardened nipples. He quits it with a small pop, the humid glaze of left on it making them more enticing than they already were. He sits up on his heels, after your long make out session. As he leans back, his erected cock bobs and twitches in anticipation. Without any shame you glide the flat of your hand over his torso, down his abs until you grab his throbbing dick showing a delightful bead of pre-cum. You slowly caress him and he lets his head fall back, locks danfling down, waving down at his round ass contracting in need. With a swallow he recovers and adjust himself, ready to enter your beautiful flower.

So’lek pierces the breach of your dripping entrance with a low growl. Gritting his teeth to the point of grinding, he lets out a jerky breath at the sight of his pretty tawtute spread out for him beneath his thick, masculine frame. He tightens his grip around your thighs, whitening his knuckles even more, and spreads your legs with surprising grace, considering everything about him radiates strength, endurance and certainly not softness. He looks at you with hooded eyes and a snarl is blown to your nose, contrasting the care he's been laying on you since you both started to make out in the lushious Pandoran greens.

You’d been such a brat. Such a fucking bitch, with your human lips, pouring endless words of nonsense. Such a tawtute manner, he thinks bitterly, though he couldn’t contain how much he loved this about you. And this was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Your vivid mind never ceased to impress himself, as he always believed humans had a weak and poor thinking brain. But this was not true for you. You were able of so much introspection and impressive deductions that you couldn't stop yourself from talking during the whole day, yet with wisdom. You had this way of speaking every thought. As beautiful as it was, it could seriously piss him off after a long day amongst the clan warriors. And today was one of these, were the strenght of his nerves weren't enough to mirror your sense of verbal connection, but just enough to pound the attitude out of you.

Sky Demon oh so delicate and gracious, that it was able to break the stiff wall of his long lasting beliefs. Sky Demon, oh so pure hearted, made him fucking feel what love was and felt the ground crumble under his feet since the day he met you. Sky Demon, oh so sincere and kind, able to knock the most harsh feelings he always felt towards any of your kind out of his lungs. And Sky Demon, so unbelievably true to herself, made him drool at the curious idea of how such a being could ressemble to one of his kind. You truly were the person proving him wrong on the fact that it wasn't your source, your race nor your home that should make you an enemy. But it was the hearts of those rejecting Eywas truth that had to be feared and chased.

As you were learning him to see the world through a different way and less darkened eyes without changing his aspects. He himself, showed you how much you deserved to be loved, even how far down you fell and how unalive you used to feel. Originally from earth, you arrived on Pandora by the mission to seek out new ways of life. Finding a way to save humanity without any harm. You then were attributed to your own avatar. Everything was fine until, the higher people, controlling the plan, lost their mind and you decided to flee into the forest and then you met So’lek. Luckily you had found a way to transfer your soul for good in your blue grand form and said goodbye to your human form without any regret, as you never felt any glimmer living this life of human roots. This amplified by the days you had the chance to live amongst them, as the tsahik saw something true and pure in your soul.

Back on earth, the world is destroyed and getting the chance to leave for Pandora, was like the four petal clove found in the endless pain field. A gift from the universe you never awaited and in distress needed. You smile everyday at this chaotic story and at how it somehow worked and shaped into the most beautiful story to share, with quite the amusing anecdotes. Like you loved to and it was utmost crazy to see that maybe yes. The universe always had a plan for you, by the way such uncompatible puzzle pieces still locked into place together. Or by the way two completely different souls managed to pull together easely. In the end, the only language is still love. And it will be the hymn of the universe forever.

His warm calloused and soothing palms craddle the little fat of your legs, calming your racing heart as he tries to penetrate deeper and deeper into your intimate warmth. Your labias spread evenly as his dick slides in you with difficulty. You two weren't having intercourses for long so it was only normal as you in addition were very tight to begin with. You're so damn tight, he thinks. But he regrets his thoughts, feeling how good your walls kiss the skin of his member. So tight, that he could even feel the rythmic beat of his heart down there. Deep pulse gaining speed with each second passed and as the most carnal needs grow. He sighs erotically, stopping his way inside for a second and taking his time admiring you. Everything in you radiates light and Love and he now couldn't even dare to imagine living without you. When he first met you, he had this irrepressible urge to cut of off your devil hands. Five fingers, the art of destruction, but today as knowing who you were inside, he only wants them to be feeled on evey inch of his skin.

Reaching down to hold one of your hands up, he put your small finger into his hot mouth, sucking on it hard while humming unintelligible sounds. Praising this part of you today was something important. Maybe was it out of guilt, but it wasn't something to ignore at how it just fueled desire powerfully by just a small actions as simple as this. The way it delivered trust and love around the air, was a drunk dizzying feeling. But you both loved to feel succumbed under such circumstances.

You look up in awe, squirming at his bold chest glistening with sweat and at the way his pecs contract with each fast inhale. As you move you can feel the resistance in your core, jolting at the way it sends electricity to your heart and you mewl at the way his warm tongue swirls around your slender petite finger. The rough surface of his tongue momentarely stops as you clench down on him, only to fully decontract yourself and finally letting his way easely in. Exactly how he planned to. You were so putty under his touch and he loved this. Loved to feel so masculine and viril in such a tender and yet feminine moment.

You moan, body wriggling at the size of his member resuming his ascencion down your belly, slowly forming a bulge without struggle. Given his posture, it's never been strange that he'd come away with such a large, long size and length. But as always, theory surpasses reality. And right now, it's the practitioner who's got the upper hand. An expert in the art, So’lek revels in your face as it contracts in innocent pleasure, and despite your pain, the oh so delectable stretch of his greatness evokes a sensation of intense well-being.

His voice breaks the silence only punctuated by heavy breaths. Pronounced accent and long vocal chords, and so on low growl, expressing their intention.

Look at you.... My beautiful Tawtute~ So ready and wet for me... He breathes in emotion with a smile while whispering just below your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sweet spot, before lapping at it like a starving man. You shiver, cold spikes travelling down your spine in an addicting way. Mouth long release of its favorite finger, he still caresses it with his own and pins it down just over your head, vanishing into the dark chocolate hair of yours splayed into the humid ground into a captivating canvas.

He enters slowly, letting your body adjust bit by bit. The vein of his dick slides through the membrane of your throbbing hole until it is stopped by the bump of your cervix. You moan in unison, ragged breaths escaping your luscious lips, coated with a thin film of saliva. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your mouth falling open as he maintains a steady rhythm. So'lek slides out of you, then gently in, testing the waters again and again. But as soon as your walls get wetter and the desired slick accumulates at the base of his stiffness, he begins a merciless rhythm that frees never heard harsh sounds from your mouth, vibrating on your tongue rarely, with each thrusts.

He lifts your hips, embracing the bulge of your bottom, and the new angle forces a long, desperate whimper out of him. The whole scene would have been obscene, between the dry tumults of his pubic bone slapping the soft down of your pussy and the grumbles escaping So’leks throat, it’s more than a mystery. Only you can bring him to do that. Be so free of his emotional restrains and that's what makes this moment so profound. And this is exactly what makes him angry too. Fortunately, you're hidden in a rocky alcove near a river that blocks out any auditory vibrations. And the headwaters of the waterfall muffle the voluminous muses of your companion, lost in an almost animal trance.

Your arms are now limp, framing your lulling face, enamoured with an expression of aggressively delicious pleasure. Your cheeks blaze with a new colour, a bright red, growing in intensity as the knot in the pit of your stomach becomes more and more oh so fucking good tensed. Noxiously more.

So’lek rises to his knees, lifting his bottom up, this new position much more within reach of an intoxicating act. Sinking deeper into the sweet warmth that has become a necessity at this stage of your shared passions, you can feel your body bounce with each stroke. Only your bobbing shoulder blades are connected to the sacred humid soil. Only witness next to the curious lifting leaves.

This goes on for minutes until the familiar sensation of orgasm approaches. Your face contorts in shock, letting out a melodious gasp as it arrives, and in a desperate gesture you reach out your arms, searching in vain for something to cling on, your eyes closed. Your upper limbs fall back onto the sumptuous floral carpet with a flat thud, convulsing with pleasure as the overstimulated nerves finally relax with a well-placed dip. Your first orgasm is like a firework exploding on your erect bud. Your second cuts you off from all air, arriving like an uncontrolled tsunami, and the last. Oh, the last one. You see it coming, but as it shoots its first gusts into the centre, it develops into a veritable firestorm. Burns your being up to the depths of your core, embrace you to the tips of your toes.

You see white as the last exhilarating breeze fades and you whine at the overstimulation. So’lek is still chasing his climax, frustrating shouts echoing off the stone walls that clatter in the suffocating atmosphere. All his muscles tense, his cock throbs and his balls contract unbelievably close to his crotch. He gives it all until the pulsation of his member points its knowing pump and in one last stroke he glues your two pelvises flush together and empties his seed directly into your womb, staying there.

You both semi-giggle in a transe, lost in your sensations. You feel his warm seed fill you to the brim, finally able to take a complete breath, whilst he lets his head fall down, groaning at the amazing way to claim you, that his to fuck you dumb until his cum paints your leaking walls.

Missions accomplished. You are exhausted, eyes fluttering in a way to try and keep them open. Long lashes shadowing the little of sight you are able to get. Wanting to watch the beauty of this man after he'd use you and worshipped you whole. Soul to Mind, to Body, to Spirit, to every inch of Life living inside of you. This always leads him in a charming sweet way to be and there is no way you'd miss it. To bad, turns out he fucked you too good. Now you can't even open your eyes the way you should...

You awake the second he pulls out though and exhale an annnoyed complain. He chuckles as he heavily lays down next to you, wrapping his big arms around your sweating body, trailing them along your curves and enjoying the after care time. So’lek loves to relish in the smell and sensitive skin of yours. Damp and buttery from the effort, your scent is stronger making the world around him satisfyingly disappear even more.

You sigh, happy to have him near you for once. It isn't often you get the time to succumb to your wants and it feels good when you can. You nuzzle your cheek against his, shiny orbs waiting for his owns to connect with. And when they do, your heart swells with love. So’lek can be seemed as a brute and careless man for the simple by walkers, as he is very dominant looking. But in truth he's the teddiest of all Teddy Bears. He smiles, showing off his sharp fangs, and cups your jaw with attention.

He prepars to lean in and kiss you, but the movement of your lips stop him. Look at you... My beautiful Na’vi~ You reflect his previous words with playfulness, ears flicking and fluttering. So ready and wet for me... You joke by reusing his words, looking down at his blue and oh so tempting lips. With a groan, he looks up unimpressed. You just can't stop youself and talk nonsense, do you, he thinks. He smiles at the thought, though he would never admit, that it is you, with you never ending blabber, that got him out of solitude.

You let him lean in and as he devours your mouth again, holding your neck, he lingers there until both of you are out of air for a second time.

Now. If you want to be this bratty again... He pauses and grins. What if I show the consequences of it? Again~

You cup his growing naked bulge and smirk. He gasps, amazed at how you caught his words and the implying behind them so rapidly.

Oh... I would love to. My beloved Teddy Bear~

©️ FlorasVenus

[finniestoncrane]

hello friendos!! it's a very neat coincidence that it's 2 years today since i rejoined tumblr, and i get to be excited at hitting the next milestone!! 💚💚💚

update: all options have been picked and the event is closed!! 🩷

since i've just done a big-ish event though i thought i'd keep this one smaller and a bit less daunting for me!! SO here's the rules:

i'm going to do 21 of x reader ficlets (scheduling 3 per day for a week)

i'll take these requests as first come, first serve

as in: ONCE SOMETHING HAS BEEN PICKED IT'S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

so dm, inbox or comment here with your selection

please pick ONE from EACH OF THE THREE lists below

(you can specify the version of the character, and let me know reader details!)

i'll then write a lil ficlet and make a moodboard for the fic too!!

i'll update the post below as and when i can (remember i'm gmt and also a sleepy girl) so you know what's left

once all the options are out, the event is closed 💚

i'll take a week off to write them, then post them all the following week, and then things will return to normal (had to readjust my queue in the end lol)

anyway, thank you for putting up with me and encouraging me, i have endless love for everyone 💚

🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Option One

Riddler

Penguin

Scarecrow

Two Face

Mad Hatter

Captain Boomerang

Harley Quinn

Bane

King Shark

Black Mask

Cooper Howard

Maximus

Hancock

Paladin Danse

Nick Valentine

Sniper (TF2)

Cecil Stedman

Walter Skinner

Arthur Morgan

Egon Spengler

Nick (L4D2)

Option Two

roleplaying

spanking/impact play

voyeurism

praise kink

degradation

public/semi-public sex

posessiveness

doggy style

pet play

first hug

piss

dubcon/noncon

cnc

holding hands

sending nudes

sneaking a kiss

breeding kink

inexperienced/virginity

marking

tickling

somnophilia

Option Three

truth or dare

showering together

tending to wounds

first kiss

angst

fluff

choking

only one bed

biting

rough sex

sucking dick

blind date

fingering/handjob

cockwarming

dry humping

daddy/mommy kink

early morning sex

facefucking

edging

sitting in their lap

eating pussy

[beardedjoel]

closer | part ten

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au  

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: joel is doing remodeling working on your parents’ house, but sneaking around is proving harder than you’d thought. 7.8k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), inexperienced reader, soft!dom joel, posessive! joel, nipple play, dirty talk like filthy mouthed joel this chapter, praise kink

a/n: i still can’t get over all the attention this story has been getting, thank you all so much for reading it makes me emotional!!! also jealous joel is my lifeblood please enjoy

Joel lays awake, watching you sleep next to him again. Shit, you look so beautiful when you’re just peaceful like this, with none of the usual worries he can see constantly running through your head when you’re awake. You’re a worrier, more likely than not to be nervous at any given moment, and most of all, a pleaser. While that works to his advantage so much of the time, he hopes you know that you deserve everything good he gives back to you. He does love your dynamic together, the way you’re desperate to keep your status as his good girl - it practically makes his blood start to run hot just thinking about it. He just wonders if you know that despite all of it, you always please him, always interest him, no matter what happens.

He wants to let you stay like this forever, living in a peaceful bubble, but he tries to remind himself this is all just likely fleeting. Soon enough you’re going to move away, start this new job full time, meet new people and be a normal twenty five year old. Joel sighs lightly as he starts thinking about it too hard, the prospect of losing you to someone else, someone more ‘age appropriate’. Whatever the hell that means, Joel thinks with a scoff. It should be enough that you two like to spend time together and it feels like your bodies were practically made for each other every time you join them and feel the absolute mind-blowing bliss that only you’ve been able to provide for each other. You even fit perfectly under his shoulder when you’re just sitting on the couch together. It’s all too… good to be true, Joel thinks to himself, trying to put a little mental distance between himself and the gorgeous girl sleeping in his bed. 

He doesn’t get very far with it because you stir, and it’s maybe one of the most adorable yet sexy things he’s ever seen as you let out a sighing little moan and stretch a bit. Your eyes flutter open and see him looking at you, and you immediately smile seeing Joel’s warm eyes looking back at you. He immediately jumps at the chance to hold you, having held back for fear of waking you up. You nestle yourself into his chest and breathe in, loving that this is the first thing you get to experience this morning.

“Hello,” you say groggily into his skin, and he pulls you in tighter.

“Mornin’, pretty girl,” he says, and your heart nearly explodes at this pet name. How is it possible you’re waking up next to the most attractive man you’ve ever seen and the first thing he does is tell you that you’re pretty? This can’t be your real life, right? It has to be some long con, some dream that’s been lasting for weeks.

“You think I’m pretty, huh? Even like this?” you look up at him, knowing that you almost always wake up with messier hair than the average person and puffy eyes.

“Even more so like this. Means I got to be with ya all night,” Joel replies, playing with your tangled hair in his hands. He uses his grip on your hair to angle your head just right for him to lean down and kiss you, and you lazily let him move your head wherever he needs it as you kiss him back. He pulls back, gathering you into him around the shoulder again and sighs.

“Today’s the day, right? Starting work at my parents’ place?” you ask him.

“Mhm,” he replies. “You ready to pretend you don’t know me?” he teases you.

“Not even in the slightest,” you say, laughing a little. 

“Gonna be hard to take my eyes off you, y’know.”

You feel your cheeks go a little warm, knowing the intensity of the stare he’s talking about. “Me too,” you say shyly before groaning at the thought of playing it cool all day today with Joel.

“We just have a little time before you gotta sneak out of here,” Joel says after glancing at the clock. “Want me to make you anything?”

“What? No, you don’t have to,” you say a little too quickly. 

“Don’t have to, but I want to,” Joel counters. 

“How about cereal,” you suggest. Joel groans a little at your simple solution but nods. 

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

You head downstairs with him, Joel quickly making coffee for you two while he offers you a few choices of cereal. It’s fun to learn a little about him by the options he presents to you - a sugary cereal, some grain heavy healthier one, and granola that seems more in the middle of the other two, so you go with that one. You two eat mostly in silence, Joel hurrying with his meal so he can quickly get ready and meet his crew at your parents’ place at 8:00.

“Alright, I’ll see you later on then?” you say, standing near the back door in Joel’s kitchen, getting ready to leave. He has his hands planted on your waist, and leans down to kiss you, his hand snaking around to your lower back, pulling your body flush with his. 

“Mhm,” he murmurs, his lips still sliding against yours. He reluctantly pulls himself off of you, a glint of desire flashing in his eyes as he looks at you. Sometimes it hits you that this man has that look in his eye because of what you do to him, the way he sees you. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you say, biting the inside of your lip.

“Like what?” Joel coos. “This?” His eyes are hooded, looking at you like he could never get enough of the sight of you right in front of him, like he has dozens of ideas of all the filthy things he wants to do to you written behind his eyes.

“Yes,” you breathe, “Exactly like that.”

“What’s wrong with it, hm? Does it make you all wet, sweet thing?” he says, low and suggestive.

“Yes,” you breathe out again, barely able to say much else as Joel’s body presses to yours.

“Good, wanna keep you wet all day for me, darlin’,” he says, lightly running his lips along your cheek and down to your neck.

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine, grasping around his neck and fluttering your eyes closed.

“Sorry, baby, time for me to get ready,” he says suddenly, moving his head away from you.

“So unfair,” you murmur, frowning and standing there despondent as he steps away from you. 

“I know, but what fun would it be if you got everything you want all the time?” he teases you with a smirk. “You can let yourself out, and I’ll see you in a bit,” he says, turning to walk back towards the staircase.

“Oh, shoot, your shirt,” you call after him, tugging at the fabric. “Let me go change back into my clothes.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Joel says, smiling back at you. “You keep that one.”

Your hands are still bunched around the fabric, and you hold on tightly for a few moments, knowing this will be your new favorite article of clothing now that he’s given it to you. You head out the back door, peering your head out and sneaking your way over to your apartment, once again feeling like you’re in some kind of movie where you’re an agent doing special-ops espionage because of the way you take every move so seriously, paranoid your parents will see you leaving Joel’s house.

Joel starts working on your parents’ shortly after and he brings along two people from his crew to help speed things along. It was a rather uneventful morning, they spent their time removing tiles and keeping mostly to themselves. You pop your head in to check in on them, but let them know you’re about to go see an apartment complex downtown so you won’t be around for a while, but they can call you or your parents for anything. You could swear Joel frowned a little at what you said about apartment hunting, but maybe you’re imagining things. He keeps up a polite, professional persona around his crew, indicating he’d heard you and giving you a close lipped smile. When he makes sure the other two guys aren’t looking, he gives you a quick wink before you walk away, smiling to yourself.

The apartment wasn’t really what you’re envisioning for yourself, but you figured you had to start looking somewhere. It’s in a good location, which was a plus, but you couldn’t quite set your heart on it - you really can only focus on getting back and seeing Joel again. You’re truly starting to have a love/hate relationship with the way he seems to take up your entire mind, leaving you unable to even do something as simple as apartment hunting without him feeling like a major distraction.

You arrive back at the house to find Joel and his crew - you learned their names are Ian and Chris - almost finishing up for the day. You stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame as Joel fills you in on what they’d accomplished. You can’t help but notice that Chris’ eyes linger a little bit on you after they lit up when you entered the room. His head had snapped up at the sound of your voice, his eyes locking onto yours, but you immediately averted your gaze, feeling completely uneasy about it. Sure, he’s an attractive guy and close to your age, it seems, but you mostly shrugged it off, just waiting to be alone with Joel. 

Chris keeps up some idle chatter with you while Ian finishes packing up his things, explaining that they drove here together so they have to wait on each other. You listen politely, but really can only think about the pounding in your chest, the unresolved feelings and desires Joel had planted in you this morning before you’d parted ways.

“So what do you like to do around here?” Chris asks, and you realize you actually have to focus enough to answer him.

“Nothing… yet, I guess. I just moved here,” you reply. Can’t really say the truth, which is that you’ve been having wild amounts of sex with his boss for the last few weeks, can you? “I probably should get out more,” you say with a smile.

“Yeah, for sure, I know a lot of spots, if you -” Chris starts, but he’s interrupted by Ian and Joel coming into the room. Joel narrows his eyes at Chris, seemingly sizing up the situation, before turning to Ian.

“You boys ready?” Joel asks, and they both nod. Chris waves a goodbye to you, and you stand up to let them out.

Joel stays behind for a moment, letting them know he has a few remodeling details to iron out with you and your parents. You shut the door behind Chris and Ian and make your way over to the kitchen. Upon hearing the front door close Joel breezes into the room with you, leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and gently holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking down at you with a completely different expression than he had all day. 

You lean back on the kitchen table, slowly lifting yourself onto it so that you’re sitting on the edge. Joel slips in between your legs and presses himself close as you continue to devour each other’s lips, taking your time tasting each other and placing little bites on his lower lip. 

“I feel like we’re going to be really bad at sneaking around,” you say with a chuckle. 

“Kind of turns me on, havin’ to resist ya all day,” Joel says, his voice low and gravelly as his lips brush against your neck now. 

“I hate it,” you reply. “Just want you all day, all the time. Especially after the stunt you pulled this morning.”

“I know, baby.” His breath tickles along the skin of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. Joel noses you there before placing a small kiss, his lips drifting down slowly to your collarbone.

“You stay wet for me all day like I asked?” he asks, his voice gruff and alluring as his hands grip at the fabric of your dress. You let out a small moaning “mhm” sound, and Joel pulls your dress down until your bra is exposed. It’s lacy and pretty, and while you weren’t sure Joel was going to see it, you seem to be putting on your nicest underwear lately just in case he does. Joel runs his hands over the bra, inspecting it. 

“Y’know I like this, but honestly…” he trails off, reaching around to your back and unhooking the bra. “I like when you have nothin’ on under your clothes, makes it easier for me to imagine these perfect fucking tits when I look at ya.” He pulls the dress further down, exposing your chest, and quickly follows with the bra, sliding the straps down your arms. “There we go,” he coos, tracing a finger over the swell of your breasts. It swirls around one of your nipples and you scoot your hips into him at the feeling of it. 

Joel’s head leans down and takes the hard bud into his mouth for a few beats, then his tongue slides over to the curve of your breast, his lips landing there and he sucks hard, then flicks his tongue. He repeats it several times over your chest, continuing to return his warm mouth to your nipples in between giving you small hickeys. Your eyes roll back a little as you flutter them shut, small whimpering sounds escaping your lips. 

“You like when I mark you, sweet girl, huh?” he murmurs close to your chest, the vibration of his deep voice rumbling across your skin, sending electric sparks through you. 

You give him a nod, and mumble out an “Mhm,” so caught up in the pleasure of this moment. “Want to look down and know who I belong to.”

“Oh yeah? And tell me, who do you belong to?” He bites lightly on your nipple and you moan quietly, arching into the sensation, feeling heat pool between your legs now.

“You, Joel, all yours,” you say, breathy and moaning with each new place his mouth touches. You’re aching so badly for him, your cunt probably dripping already just from these few moments he’s spending on you. His hand pulls up the fabric at the bottom of your dress and reaches under, and you’re panting in anticipation, finally about to have Joel in the way you’ve been thinking about all day long. A distant noise suddenly takes you completely out of it, and Joel’s hand freezes where it is on your thigh. 

“Shit,” you whisper, sobering up from the intoxication of Joel’s mouth on you. “That’s the garage. My parents…” 

Joel pulls back, and you whine quietly, the aching between your legs screaming at you to do something about it, even more so knowing you can’t right this second. You’re off the table and quickly trying to get dressed when you hear the door starting to open. You dart over out of view and quickly hook your bra, pulling your dress over the top of your body and checking to see it’s not too disheveled looking. You walk back to Joel just in time to see your parents entering the room, making sure you’re standing a good distance apart from him. You can still feel his lips where they were on your skin and you have to physically plant your feet not to go bounding over to him to pick up right where you left off. 

“You guys are home early,” you say in a chipper voice, trying to smile convincingly as if Joel didn’t just have his lips all over your tits right on the kitchen table you are all standing next to.

“Doctor’s appointment,” your mom says, motioning her head in the direction of your dad. You nod, and Joel stands somewhat awkwardly until they seem to acknowledge him.

“Howdy,” Joel says, waving to your parents. “Just finishing up for the day, you’re right in time to get filled in on everything.” You’re angry that he’s so good at this, that he’s not completely falling apart right now. Maybe he is on the inside, but you’d never be able to tell looking at him right now. Your parents listen intently as Joel talks, thanking him what feels like a dozen more times for the work he’s doing. You can tell that the conversation is winding down, and you feel a little panicky, not wanting to let him leave your sight just yet.

“I was just about to offer Joel something to drink, to relax while we sit down for a few minutes after he worked all day,” you blurt out, desperately trying to keep him around for a bit longer. 

“That’s a great idea,” your dad says, giving you an approving look. They’re beyond grateful that Joel was willing to do this work on the house for them before they were fully unpacked and settled in, meaning much less work down the line for them. So, you figured that they would very much approve of keeping him company with a cold beverage after a long day of work.

“You two enjoy, we’ve got groceries to unpack,” your mom chimes in, and you suddenly realize they were under the impression they were joining you two for this if they didn’t have something else to do. You breathe a discreet sigh of relief and turn to the fridge. 

Joel watches you pouring two glasses of iced tea, chatting aimlessly with your parents for a few extra moments. You’re half listening, trying to focus on anything but how the feeling between your legs isn’t seeming to go away. 

“Your daughter was awful nice to the crew, so can’t thank you enough for havin’ her here in case we need anything.” Your ears perk up at the mention of you, and you turn towards the conversation, holding the glasses in each hand. Your parents are both smiling, looking happy that Joel seems pleased, and you’re beginning to wonder if they’re as charmed by him as you are. 

“Ready?” you ask Joel. He nods and leads you to the back door, sliding it open for you. You step out and the glasses immediately sweat into your hands with the warmth of the day. 

You two sit at the outdoor table tucked off to the far side of the patio in the shade, and you hope the angle to the house is just right to shield you from your parents inside. You lean back, taking a long sip on your iced tea. 

“They really adore you, I think,” you say with a cheeky smile, wiggling your eyebrows jokingly. 

“Dunno why, I’m just a guy fixin’ their bathroom.” Joel shrugs, taking a drink as well. “Damn that’s good,” he comments quietly, looking down at the glass. 

“Hey, don’t say it like that, there’s plenty to be adored here. You’re doing them a huge favor, it’s very kind.”

Joel snorts a little, seeming uncomfortable with the compliment. “Yeah, okay, guess you’re right,” he finally replies. He gets still and quiet for a moment before looking up at you again. “Apartment huntin’ today, huh? When’re you moving out?” Joel asks. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m not sure yet. I think I was looking just to feel productive, or something. Things are going well with unpacking everything, but I want to make sure they’re really set, you know? My mom is a bundle of nerves if things aren’t perfect, so… I don’t want to hear about it down the line.”

“Hmm, I hear ya,” he says thoughtfully, “My mom can be similar in her own ways.” Your ears perk up a little, seeing as he hasn’t mentioned much about his family before, and you like him opening up to you. “For someone with everything so in order, she sure is a frazzled lady most of the time.”

You laugh, able to relate to that. “Must be a mom thing,” you joke, and he finally flashes you a smile. 

“So… not any time soon, then?” Joel asks tentatively with avoidant eyes. You press your lips together in a small smile at the fact that he seems to be so worried about when you’re leaving. 

“No, probably not. I like it here for now - I think I needed a change like this before I start my new job. I lived somewhere really busy for so long, my brain didn’t even know it needed this break, I think.”

“City girl movin’ out here to the suburbs of Austin… sure you’re not bored?” He smirks a little at you.

“Don’t forget I grew up in Texas, too. I do miss my friends and familiar things in Chicago, but I’m definitely not bored here.” You raise your brows a little and Joel chuckles. ”And how can I leave when I have you next door?” You’re half teasing, but Joel furrows his brow immediately, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Don’t miss out on any opportunities for me, darlin. That wouldn’t be very fair to yourself,” Joel says sternly, but still keeping most of the sweet way he speaks to you intertwined in his tone. 

“Yeah, I know,” you reply sheepishly, regretting what you said. “I was just… I’ll keep that in mind.” You pause for a moment, chewing on your lip. “I think I want to stay the whole summer, if they’ll let me.” You flash your eyes up to his, trying to convey the feeling you’re having towards him, that you don’t want to leave him, you want this summer to last for as long as it can. 

Joel’s lips twist back up into a smile, and his eyes lock on yours, soft but needy, a silent ache behind them that you can’t quite read. “Good,” he replies, leaving it at that. 

“Do you think I was believable in there with my parents?” you ask, absentmindedly tracing your finger through the condensation on your glass.

“Could use some work. You were a little flustered,” he quips sarcastically, his gaze looking your body up and down with a smirk.

“Well that’s because you made me flustered,” you scoff.

“It’s too easy, darlin’. Don’t blame it all on me.” 

“Wh- no it’s not,” you retort, despite knowing it’s true. “I’m not that easy.” You cross your arms defiantly to try and drive your point further.

“Baby…” he coos, locking his eyes onto yours. “Are you tellin’ me that right now I couldn’t get you wet, practically beggin’ me on the verge of comin’, with just my words?” His leans back in his chair further, surveying your reaction.

Now you are flustered. “Th- that wasn’t the question, Joel.” You can’t believe him being so forward when your cunt has barely stopped aching from the way his mouth was on you inside the house. You silently curse him in your head, but mostly because he’s right.

“But it’s true, ain’t it?” He tilts his head, the devious smirk growing on his lips.

“M-maybe,” you stammer out, slightly shaking now, your hips shifting in your seat.

“Say, ‘yes Joel’,” he pauses, looking at you with dark eyes. “And I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

You lick your lips, breathing out a long breath. “Yes, Joel,” you murmur quietly.

“There’s my good girl,” he says, an emphasis on the last two words that makes you squirm excitedly a little bit. He looks at you as if to say, ‘see? knew all it took was my words’.

“D-do it,” you say suddenly, and Joel leans forward, looking at you intently.

“Do what?” he asks innocently, although you know he already knows exactly what you’re asking.

“What you s-said. Talk to me, and see what happens,” you squeak out before you can lose the nerve. Joel looks at you from under his raised eyebrows, glancing around quickly before turning his attention back to you. 

“Right here?”

“Right here.” You nod.

“Oh, you are a dirty little thing, you know that?” He shakes his head slowly, leaning onto the table even further. You’re sitting close enough that your knees have been touching this entire time, and you’re suddenly very aware of the connecting point between them. “Wouldn’t have guessed it, just lookin’ at ya for the first time, y’know, that you’d turn out to be such a little slut for me.”

You gasp lightly, fighting the urge to avert your gaze from his. You try to look unfazed, taking a sip from your iced tea, but you swallow it heavily, giving you away.

“Thought you were just a shy little thing, who’d have thought you love beggin’ for my cock so much,” he continues, “Doin’ anythin’ for me to be my good girl and get this cock inside of ya.”

You flutter your eyes shut for a moment, feeling the familiar restless urge to squirm in your seat. You take a deep, steadying breath, trying to fight Joel’s words to prove a point. “I wouldn’t do anything,” you say, putting on an air of confidence.

Joel laughs a little, low and suggestive. “Right,” he says before tracing his hands along his glass now, and your eyes flick to the way his fingers are rubbing along the condensation, water dripping onto his fingertips. Nope, you immediately think, averting your eyes to the grass in the distance. Joel tuts. “Y’can’t even look at these fingers, sweet girl, without wonderin’ how they’d feel inside of you right now.” 

You shake your head, trying to suppress your smile and the aching building in your core. Joel’s so fucking right, you can already feel yourself getting embarassingly wet.

“I can tell ya how they’d feel, though. So fuckin’ good, baby, buried in your wet pussy, all for me. Makin’ you feel so good while I fuck you hard with my fingers, just how you like it. You’d want that right now if you could, wouldn’t you, sweet thing?”

“Fuck,” you grit out simply, setting your jaw. The picture he’s painting is exactly what you’d like from him right now. You press your thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the throbbing ache that’s now distractingly present between them.

“You couldn’t stop there, you insatiable little thing, though, could you? Always askin’ for my big cock to fill you up. Askin’ for me to fuck you till you can’t think straight.”

“Joel…” you murmur, closing your eyes, the sight of him too much combined with the words right now. Your breathing quickens, and you have to stop yourself from moving your hand in between your legs just for a minuscule amount of relief from the sexual tension you’re feeling.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Keep going,” you mutter, eyes squeezed shut.

“What’re you doin’, sweetheart? You could just have me touchin’ you right now instead.”

“I want it so bad,” you say, breathless, all the recent words he’s been saying washing over you, sending nearly painful throbs to your cunt. “Keep talking.”

“Baby, you’re just desperate for it, aren’t you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and it pisses you off but mostly turns you on. “Bet even when we aren’t together, you think about me and get all wet, don’t you? Need to touch yourself just to stop from goin’ crazy over it.”

You nod furiously, peeking your eyes open now and seeing him completely enraptured by your expression, heavy lidded with desire but painfully repressed.

“Oh, look at you, needin’ me so bad right now. I can see it written all over you. Just like the first few times I noticed you watchin’ me. Knew you were gettin all worked up over me before I even talked to you, just like right now. Probably soakin’ right into that chair…” he tuts. “Say the word and I’ll touch you, give you what you need.” You don’t respond, simply feeling the tension inside of you building close to a boiling point, and it’s starting to feel so achy that it feels good. You rub your thighs together a little bit to relieve it, and a small whimper escapes you.

“You know I want to give you this cock, fill you up and fuck you till you’re screamin’. Don’t you want to be a good girl and take it like I ask?”

‘Yes!” you call out, unable to stand it anymore. Your hips are writhing on the chair as your thighs move together. “Fuck… please, Joel… I need it,” you say quietly, feeling completely exhausted and broken down just from his words.

“Lemme see,” Joel asks, nodding down at your lap.

You pull up the long, flowy dress you were wearing over your knees, then up your thighs. You glance around quickly, seeing nobody around, but you scoot your chair a little closer, trying to hide most of you from view to anyone but Joel. You spread your legs wide, then pull the dress the rest of the way up.

“Good girl,” he breathes out in amazement, seeing the large dark stain on your underwear that’s starting to also seep onto the portion of your dress that you’re sitting on. You peer down at it too, speechless at the effect of his words before covering it up and looking at him expectantly. “C’mon,” he gestures, and you stand up, following him across the yard quickly, hoping that if your parents saw you two, they would just assume you were going up to your apartment alone and saying your goodbyes to Joel.

You two rush up to the door of your apartment, and you fumble with the door, dragging him inside and shutting the door. He slams you up against the wall next to the door hard, pressing his body close. The feel of his hard cock through his jeans so close to your throbbing pussy is almost enough to make you come after the way you’re worked up from all his dirty talking.

“So fucking wet, and all from me just talkin’ to you,” he says, shaking his head. “Told ya it was too easy,” he murmurs, his head close to your neck, breath tickling you there. 

“Joel… I swear if you touch me only once right now I might come,” you say, completely breathless, your body begging for the release as your hips press into him hard. 

“Fuck, you can’t be serious, sweet girl…” He pulls his head back to look you in the eye, an incredulous look on his face.

“I am… I feel like I’m about to explode, please fucking t-touch me.” You shake under his stare, under the small touches he’s giving you over your body. The throbbing between your legs is completely taking over every thought, every movement you make. 

“Now hold on a minute…” he starts, and you buck your hips forward with a whine. He dips his head back down to your neck and kisses it, traveling up to your lips. Your desperate, whining sounds moan into his mouth as he kisses you, and you devour his mouth immediately. His hand slowly travels up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your dress along the way. The other hand pulls on your nipple through your dress, and you nearly scream, another pulsing sensation and rush of wetness coming between your legs. Your hands dig into where they’re wrapped around his back, sliding forward and scratching down his arms. You’re almost angry now with the anticipation, and you feel a growling noise wanting to escape from you.

“Joel,” you demand everything with his name on your lips, and he decides to give in, pulling the dress up enough to slide his hand under. He tears your soaked panties to the side and presses a finger to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You cry out, the climax already starting to rage through your body and your hips shudder forward into Joel’s finger. He presses down hard, circling it frantically now that you’re already coming. You try not to scream, burying your face into his shirt and moaning. The build up to this seemed to translate into just as intense of a release, your whole body tense, burning and tingling with pure, overarching pleasure.

“My - f-fucking god…” you yell out, biting onto the fabric of his clothes now to muffle some of the sound. Your hips push down onto him a few more times, and you release a breath, feeling your body relaxing back against the wall. 

“You are somethin’ else, you know that, beautiful girl?” Joel says, nuzzling your neck and making you shiver with the way his facial hair is brushing against your skin.

“What the hell, Joel,” you say with a small laugh. “How do you do that to me?” You collapse into him, head resting on his chest, your breathing finally evening out. He pulls you off the wall and into his arms now as he takes his hand out from under your dress. 

“Beats me, sweetheart. You just like what I’ve got to say, huh?” he teases, rubbing your back in large, soothing circles. 

“I really do.”

Joel really doesn’t like the way Chris was looking at you yesterday. He doesn’t even want to get deeper into the thoughts he was having about the way Chris was talking to you at the end of the day, either. He had a look in his eye that Joel couldn’t mistake for anything other than lust, the craving desire of your perfect fucking body, and he wasn’t going to stand for it. Not only is it unprofessional when they’ve been invited into your home to work, for Christ's sake, but on a personal level it just leaves him bothered. The thought of Chris lusting after you and succeeding makes his blood boil a bit more than he would care to admit, but he can’t help the feeling all the same. Chris has always been a good worker, skilled enough, and the reason you chose him for this job was that he was easier to spare from the current project he was on since he’s on the newer side with the company.

He hasn’t acted or done anything that warrants reprimanding or firing yet, but Joel saw the look he gave you when you appeared to chat with them yesterday several times. It also didn’t get past him the way Chris had lingered his eyes on your ass when you were leaving the room. The way he was torn between elation at seeing you in your pretty little dress, so fresh and beautiful looking, and absolute anger at the way Chris’ eyes roamed over your body quickly when you weren’t looking at him was a constant war inside of him now. 

The second day of renovations rolls around, and after stewing about it all night while you had plans with your parents, he’s half irritated at Chris and half horny since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you last night to soothe his slowly bruising ego. Maybe Chris would be a better fit for you, Joel starts to wonder - he’s right around your age and a nice guy overall. It’s not a crime to be attracted to you, or even ask you out once the job is finished, but not a second before, the businessman in Joel thinks to himself. And yes, he’s being very hypocritical, he realizes. 

You’re perched in the living room with your laptop when they arrive, and you kindly let them in although Joel received an extra key from your parents in case nobody was home when they needed to work. 

“Good morning, guys,” you call out sweetly as the three of them file in with their tools for the day. 

Ian mumbles a good morning, Joel tries to keep his greeting neutral, and Chris almost has a little smirk on his face as he greets you. You narrow your eyes slightly, feeling somewhat exposed all of a sudden, but try to remain friendly before jumping to conclusions. 

“Anyone need any coffee or anything?” you ask, taking a sip from your own mug as you stand next to the coffee table in the living room. 

Everyone shakes their head except Joel, who does request a cup of coffee. He waves the two others on to the bathroom to get set up without him as he follows you into the kitchen. Your gaze immediately softens at Joel once you two are alone and you start to pour him a cup of coffee. 

“This is gonna be worse than yesterday, I think,” you say quietly, quickly wetting and then biting your lip in the way that makes Joel absolutely wild. You’d spent the entire evening trying to comprehend what Joel had brought out of you earlier in the day. Who ever heard of a man making you come practically by only talking dirty to you? You felt a little pathetic, but if there’s anyone you want to be pathetic for, it’s this gorgeously broad, dark eyed man in front of you right now.

“I know, baby,” Joel whispers as he takes the mug, his fingers purposefully brushing along yours, sending a set of sparks straight up your spine. You fight the shudder but Joel sees it anyways, smiling smugly down at you for a moment. “We’ll make sure to make up for all of it later,” he promises, a low, suggestive tone filling his tone. 

You nod with a twist of your lips into a small smile, then you shoo him off to avoid any suspicion and return to the living room where you had been working while you waited for the three boys to arrive.

You can hear the idle chatter and noise of them working down the hallway for a few hours, Joel’s voice cutting through and going right to your heart. It’s hard to focus on your work knowing he’s right there, muscles probably bulging and flexing as he works. You can hear the occasional sound of power tools and the quiet, casual conversation between the three of them to pass the time. They saunter out into the living room a few hours later, and you look up from your laptop, where admittedly you’d only been half working this whole time - you wish the internet wasn’t so damn distracting sometimes. 

“Just about to eat lunch at my place, if that’s alright. We don’t want to intrude,” Joel announces to you, ever the picture of professionalism.

“Sure you three don’t want to just eat in the kitchen? It’s no problem,” you ask, trying to survey your eyes over all of them to gauge their reactions. 

“Oh, I don’t know…” Joel starts, but you cut him off. 

“I’ll join you guys, I should probably eat something too,” you say, giving a polite smile. Chris and Ian looked convinced, glancing at each other and then nodding, walking their coolers over to the kitchen table and sitting down. Joel flashes you a playfully irritated look behind their backs before joining them. You make a quick sandwich and join them at the table, sitting cross legged on your chair. 

“How’s everything going?” you ask, opening the conversation up. 

Chris seems to jump on it, answering first. “Great, we’re really coming along.” He smiles, and you aren’t sure how to feel about the way his eyes look, a strange hunger behind them. You nod politely and continue eating. 

“What were you working on?” Chris suddenly asks you, and you start a little, chewing slowly for a moment. 

“Oh,” you say, quickly flicking your eyes to Joel, who is completely unreadable right now as he crunches on a potato chip. “I’m starting a new job, so just getting some remote stuff done before the office opens up for us all,” you tell him. Chris nods enthusiastically and presses you for more information. You explain your new role in marketing for the company, that you’re going to be leading a team of people eventually so that’s exciting, and while Joel and Ian are listening intently, Chris is really stealing the show. Maybe he’s just friendly, you think to yourself, nothing wrong with that. You do, however, notice his eyes quickly dip to your nipples that you know are poking through your shirt, and it makes you want to cover up. It was stupid of you to not wear a bra with people in the house, anyways. 

You carry a pleasant conversation with everyone, a kindling fire burning under your skin just being across the table from Joel, unable to recognize the way you really feel about him in the open. It’s enough to make you feel achy between the legs, and you hope you aren’t getting flushed thinking about the way that man was talking to you just yesterday. 

After a few more hours of work, Joel, Chris, and Ian come out of the bathroom as you’re taking a break from work to organize some boxes of papers your parents had moved with - documents, recipes, old appliance manuals. They probably don’t even need a good majority of this stuff anymore, and you really don’t know why they didn’t do this before moving in, you think with a sigh at this boring task in front of you. 

Joel stands at the kitchen table and fills you in again, saying they should finish this bathroom tomorrow and be able to move on to yours afterwards, if everything goes to plan. Joel is distracted for a bit, helping Ian pack up the last of his things when Chris walks up to the table and leans down, his palms splayed against the surface of it.  

“This might be forward, but would you ever want to do something sometime? With me? I think we’d get along,” he says, his tone of voice very suggestive as to what he means by getting along with him. You open your mouth and then close it quickly, stunned by the direction things are taking. 

“I - uh - I don’t -“ you stammer, trying to reject his advances, but he interrupts you before you can form a coherent thought. 

“You have a boyfriend or something?” Chris asks, and you narrow your eyes slightly at the way he says it. “I’m just saying… I think you’re really beautiful.” Your eyes look past him, darting around the room, unsure of what to do right now. You have zero interest in any of what he’s saying about you two making plans together, your mind completely set on another man. 

“Oh, no I don’t, but I -“ you start, but you’re interrupted by Joel clearing his throat in the entryway to the kitchen. You were facing the opposite way, not seeing him come in, and it startles you. 

“Time to go, Chris,” he says coldly, and you know then that Joel overheard this conversation, or at least part of it. You feel the pit that was growing during your entire encounter with Chris sink into your stomach at lightning speed. You look desperately at Joel, but his eyes are on Chris, and you know him well enough now to see the silent irritation glowing in his dark irises.

“I’ll see you,” Chris says, a little less cocky this time, almost like a kid caught doing something wrong. They leave the room, out of your sight into the living room, but you can hear a quiet conversation starting between Joel and Chris. You don’t know if it was deliberate on Joel’s part to make sure you heard this, or he simply couldn’t wait until they were outside. You stand up slowly, trying to be quiet as you get closer to the conversation, feeling completely caught in the middle right now. Could Joel be angry with you too? Maybe you hadn’t rejected Chris’ advances soon enough, you’d gotten completely tongue tied. Did Joel even care if you went out with someone else?

“What’re you doin’?” you hear in a hushed, angry tone. “You think that’s professional?” Joel’s fist clenches and releases as he tries to hold himself in from completely lashing out. He can’t let the personal aspect of all of this cloud the way he reacts to his employees.

“N-no Joel, I don’t,” Chris’ voice replies, sounding small. 

“You leave that girl alone while we’re workin’ here. Y’know how bad you’d be makin’ my business look? And in front of my damn neighbors?” Joel snaps, laying into him. He’s trying to keep it as neutral as possible but his anger keeps threatening to bubble over, picturing how uncomfortable you’d looked when he reached the doorway. He breathes out a staccato breath to release some of the tension as Chris’ eyes dip to the floor. 

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” Chris stammers out. 

“Alright, kid. That’s all. Do better,” Joel says, giving a final scolding and a clap on his shoulder. 

Once they leave, Joel stalks into the kitchen where you’ve been listening around the corner, a near feral look in his eyes. 

“Go upstairs,” he says, short and commanding. 

“I- Joel - “ you begin to stammer out, wanting to explain your side, and Joel looks at you, fire flaring across his eyes. 

“I don’t want to ask again, sweet girl.” Despite the pet name, his tone is thunderous now and you realize you’re just slightly afraid enough to immediately obey. You know for a fact Joel wouldn’t hurt you, but you don’t want to test his patience in a time when he seems this wound up.

You nod quickly and rush to the sliding door, stepping outside and heading upstairs to your apartment, checking behind you several times but Joel isn’t following you. Once you’re inside, you stand a few steps from the door, catching your breath from the emotion of the moment while you wait to see if Joel is coming to see you. 

You wait for what feels like an eternity, despite it likely being only moments. A swirling mixture of anxiety and weirdly, desire, is churning inside of you, confusing you even further. The door swings open slowly, and Joel steps inside, the feral look in his eye faded slightly but still present. He looks… detached, almost, like he’s not moving of his own accord. He shuts the door with a strange calmness before locking his eyes on you and beginning to stalk over to you.

You are not afraid, this is Joel, the man who has done only good things to you, never pushed you beyond what you were comfortable with, and yet, you can’t help but wonder if you should fear him, so large and imposing right now. The look in his eye turns downright greedy and devious as he quickly closes the gap between you, his lips coming straight for your own.

[beemers-hell]

ヽ(ヅ)ノHello hi it is I, the Anon of Many Questions. Today's question subject; Ghosts! 1) I know Ghosts cant be seen by anyone other than their Host when they're a child, but what about family members? Could Ben see Leti when he and Alli were kids? What about the triplets? 2) If not, can the Ghosts leave signs for those that can't see them? Can a Ghost write a note for the parent of a Host? 3) How are Host and Ghost pairs picked? Is it random or do Ghosts just go to the nearest Host? Can someone get stuck attached to a kid on the other side of the world? 4) I guess extending from that, have Ghost and Host pairs that share no common languages happened? 5) Have you thought about a power swap au sort of thing? Like Ben with a Ghost? I mostly wanted to know if you ever thought about Posessed Form designs for your non-Host ocs? Ok thats it, thanks :D

ok so:

Now regarding the swap au thing, I did doodle something a few times regarding like, Eb and Ben swapping places, so she's the powered one and he's Kind Boy's host, but I was more focused on "Eb but she has powers" rather than Ben but he's a host lol. Here's a doodle I did like last year, as well as an info thing I did for this idea I did when I was like 15!

[daisyblinder]

Hey lovely! I adore your writing 🥹😍! I’m so happy you’re asks are open!! I’d love to request an Arthur x Reader where they are married & he is super possessive/ worried about her all the time. I know Arthur would be such a simp for his wife and so worried about every little thing she does 😩💔 I’ll leave the details to you!

Thank you so much, darling! 🧡

Arthur definitely would be so doting, I hope you like what I’ve come up with xx

Everything you don't / Arthur Shelby x fem! reader

🦋 Warnings: Cursing, violence

Covering shifts in Garrison was a pleasant job for Y/n, when the day was peaceful. This happened to be a calm day with a decent amount of patrons but not enough of the party rascals to make it overly loud and busy.

Y/n used to work in the Garrison as a barmaid but then a certain Arthur Shelby had sweeped her off her feet and her days working as a fulltime barmaid were over.

Not by his order, though he did make it clear what was his opinion about letting her try and work herself around drunken men with little to no manners.

The sound of the door has her snapping her head up from wiping the counter. A wide smile spreads to her face as she meets her husbands eyes.

”Hello, my love”, he says loudly before even making it to the counter, making sure everyone hears. Y/n shakes her head with a faux frustrated expression but she cannot wipe the smile off of her face.

She did not mind his posessive nature, she liked knowing she was a treasure to him. He still never treated her like she was an object, he listened to her, he gave her a louder voice she ever could have thought of posessing.

”Hello, darling”, she says with a soft smile before leaning over the counter for a kiss. Once they pull away Arthur remains leaning over the counter to talk to her in a hushed voice.

”Has everyone been behaving? No wandering paws? No scrapping?”, he asks quickly. Y/n shakes her head bringing a hand to his rough cheek.

”No scrapping, no problems today”, she answers still smiling. He always worried himself sick when it came to her.

She could not hide any harm from him nor did she ever have to worry about not having someone to come look for her if she didn’t come home in time. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he’d always been there to make sure she got home safely.

Arthur squints his eyes before nodding and smiling too. ”Have ta make sure me wife is alright don’t I, love?”, he says eyes shining with pure adoration.

Y/n could never get over the look he gave her, it always managed to make her heart stutter and legs give away. She still remembers the first time he set those eyes on her and she would never forget it.

Arthur taps the counter twice before sauntering to the other side of it. Y/n follows his movements with her eyes but gently closes them in contentment, when he comes to her side and reaches a hand to rest it on her hip. Thumb drawing small soothing circles against her through her skirts.

She lifts a hand to rest it over his, now opening her eyes to look at him with an expression that could only be described as love.

Their moment is broken by a man sauntering over to the bar with an empty bottle of irish whiskey. ”Another one”, he says simply setting the bottle on the counter before reaching for a cigarette.

Y/n goes to get one but she hears the sleazy laughter that leaves the man.

”You did good Arthur”, he starts speaking. ”No wonder you come here so often when she is working, anyone would for that rump, and a good fu-”

Before she can turn back around, she hears a sound of a sickening wheeze. Turning around, she sees Arthur with his hand wrapped tightly around the smaller man’s neck. Reaching her own hands to try and ease Arthur up, she goes to speak:

”Arthur-”

”Listen good, you dumb bastard, before I snap yer neck and feed ye into the gutter: You don’t speak of my wife like that, you won’t look at ’er like that, you won’t even breathe if you’re closer than 3 feet from ’er. Now you’ll say ’Apologies, ma’am, goodbye Mrs. Shelby’ and fuck off before I feed you that bottle”

Arthur’s voice is low and menacing as he finally lets the struggling man go. The man starts coughing to breathe. Quickly he collects himself, wheezing out a ”Apologies, Mrs. Shelby- MA’AM! Goodbye ma’am” before staggering out.

”Everyone back to yer business!”, Arthur booms as some customers still stare at them. With his command they turn back to their conversations.

Y/n still has her hands on Arthur’s arm as she looks around to see if anyone needs a drink. Turning back to Arthur she wraps her arms around his waist loosely. ”You shouldn’t have done that for me”, she whispers nuzzling her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.

”I don’t want you to have be afraid because the bell-ends are giving you grief. I won’t have me wife hurt, disrespected or lusted over”, he mutters kissing the her hairline. Y/n hums and leans up to kiss his chin.

”I’m yours to see, yours to kiss, yours to touch and no one else can have me in their hands and in their mercy like I want to be with you”, she whispers knowing how much Arthur liked hearing her say the words, even if they already were plain to see.

”And mine to protect, mine to take care of”, he mutters back. ”I will give you everything and anything”

”You already have, darling”, her words make Arthur smile as they pull away from their embrace so that the people won’t become uncomfortable. One of his arms remains at her waist as she holds onto the hand resting there.

”What do you even see in a bastard like me?”, Arthur asks more from himself than from her, the question sounding joking but she knew a part of it was genuine.

Squeesing his hand, she does not skip a beat before answering:

"Everything you don't"

[roboticchibitan]

Hello friends! I have, today, gotten a Franklin's bumblebee tattooed on me and I was trying to come up with pun names for him when I realized I didn't know WHICH Franklin they refer to and I still don't know but am, however, now in posession of several New Bee Facts and I'm going to make that everyone else's problem SO here they are: bee facts, bumblebee edition!

The first bees evolved around 130 million years who but bumblebees didn't evolve until 30-40 million years ago! They think they evolved because earth was going through a cooler period that encouraged bees to get bigger and fluffier!

Because the greatest bumblebee diversity is in the mountains of central Asia, they think they evolved there and then spread out over time!

There's no naturally occurring bumblebee species south of the Sahara or in Australia or Aotearoa. It's too hot for them. The only bumblebees native to the southern hemisphere are from South America!

Source

[ill-met-by-m00nlight]

Sirene had asked Lydia to head home. She knew she could handle herself and Lydia was being frankly a bit snitty today anyways.

However she was very intrigued to hear about a cursed ring and went to see if she could help the man who currently posessed it.

She looks through the bars of the cell.

“Hello?”

@eating-butterflies

The blonde frowned confused from behind the bars where he was currently held prisoner. "Who are you?" He asked frowning up at her confused.

"Did you come to gawk at the monster as well?" He sighed standing far away from her as if scared that he was going to harm her at any second.

[koffing-time]

\\Hello! My name is Brandy and i‘m here to make everything better! I am a RRRRROTOM and I live here now. Let me show you around! It‘s actually a really nice place.//

[a video file. The camera has a slight sway to it, as if it‘s not being held by a person but instead floating.

The video shows the Koffing-Time café, which is completely empty and dark. It seems to be nighttime, but a flashlight is illuminating enough of the place. The camera pans upwards to show a large ventilator on the ceiling. A Text-To-Speech voice says: „Well, first i have to mention this big and beautiful piece of disappintment over there. Mr. Olivia has forbidden me to posess this ventilator. I bet it would be very funny to spin around in it really fast.“ After a short pause the voice adds: „I actually don‘t know if Olivia wants to be called „Mr.“ but he had a pin saying he/they on their apron today. I think i‘ll just drop the title.“

The camera moves to show a large coffee-machine with a lot of different functions. The voice explains while the view shows the machine from all angles „This is a very weird machine. It FEELS so inviting but i can‘t really posess it. I wil keep trying. It is so beautiful and i want to explore it.“

The shot changes again and the camera moves through a backdoor behind the counter through a dark hallway. The next room is a large pantry with a large oven, almost industrial in size and many many shelves with all kinds of bags, jars and boxes on them. There is also a large metal door. The camera focuses on the oven while the voice speaks up again: „Here we have this wonderful wonderful oven! Just look at the SIZE of this thing! I love it! The place where i was before only had a tiny microwave, very boring very boring. I hope Tix lets me use this sometime. They seemed hesitant so far but i will convince them sooner or later!“ The camera pans towards the metal door and the voice continues: „And here we have an enigma! This feels so strange! It is cold, like a freezer but it is also just a room! And i can feel the electricity calling me, but there is no place to get in! There is also a small fridge in the other room, but it‘s so tiny it‘S not worth showing. I want to know what is up with this one here instead!“

The video continues for a little bit, showing all kinds of electric gadgets and household items like a blender, a flashlight or a TV remote, all being thoroughly judged about how fun they are to posess. A milk frother in particular seems to excite the person speaking a lot.

The camera floats towards the staircase to the upper story but suddenly the shot freezes. The voice is heard once again: „Oops. I forgot i‘m not supposed to show the upstairs. Sorr-“

The video ends abruptly]

\\That‘s it! I hope i can have a lot of fun here! Come visit me sometime! Please!//

[carbo-ships]

Chapter XVIII

Beginning: Chapter I Previous: Chapter XVII

Ardis's first letter arrived within a week. Mountain, whose job it was to retrieve the mail every morning, typically delivered the clergy's letters to their respective offices and left the occasional fanmail for the ghouls in a pile in their common room. However, today he brought the angel's letter directly to the breakfast table. He didn't want to miss the look on Aether's face, and he was sure the others shared his sentiments. The sealed envelope was waiting for him at his seat when he arrived. He picked it up curiously, sending a quick glance to Mountain only to find him grinning ear to ear. When he silently read the return address – Shamayim Monastery – he grinned as well.

"What has you smiling like that?" Papa teased him.

Aether held up the letter. "I think it's from Ardis."

Bright smiles lit up around the table. "Well, go on!” Papa insisted. “Read it, then!"

Aether cleared his throat. "Dear Aether–"

That was as far as he could make it before Swiss started teasing him. "Her dearest, darling, Aether," the man cooed.

"Shut up!" Aether laughed. "Let me finish." He composed himself.

“Hello! I hope this letter reaches you well. This is my first time trying to send a letter from Heaven to Earth. I'm not entirely sure how it works, but my superiors have assured me that if you write to the return address, it will get to me. I miss you very much, and I hope that you, Papa, and the others are doing well. I'll be chatting with my superiors about what a good visitation schedule would be. They're very excited that I seem to be making good progress with you all, but I of course have other duties at my home here. Rest assured, I won't be long! Send Papa all my love, and I look forward to hearing from you soon. Love, Ardis."

Excited chatter erupted among the ghouls, delighted to hear that their favorite angel would be coming home.

"Love," Papa repeated quietly to Aether, elbowing him playfully. 

Aether rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Yes, that’s how people end letters. You all are insufferable."

Papa chuckled, patting him on the back. "I'll have one of the siblings get you some stationery. Since she'll be visiting more frequently, shall I arrange a guest room for her?" he offered with a grin, already knowing what Aether's answer would be.

"Don't you dare," Aether laughed. "Ardis is staying with me. If I don't get that angel back in my arms, I'll lose my mind."

"If she gets sick of him, she can always bunk with me instead," Swiss offered, winking at Aether.

"Oh, please," Papa scoffed at Swiss's suggestion, "as if she'd turn to you first."

Aether gawked at them. "She's my girlfriend! She's not bunking with either of you!" The other ghouls laughed at Aether’s sudden surge of posessiveness. They never tired of making him lose his cool.

New stationery for Aether arrived the following evening, and he wasted no time in writing his response.

My dearest angel,

It’s so good to hear from you. It’s my understanding that Papa has told you quite a bit more than he should have about my disposition following your initial departure, so I’m sure it will come as no surprise that I miss you terribly. I’m glad to hear you’ll be visiting more often. I can’t wait to have you by my side where you belong. Papa and Swiss are lurking over my shoulder as I write this and insist I send you their love. Researsals are going well, although everyone misses that sweet little voice of yours – especially me. You’ve made such an impact here that nothing feels quite right now that you’re gone. I look forward to your return.

Yours,

Aether

After chastising Aether for not being brave enough to sign his note with “love”, Papa saw to it that the letter was mailed immediately. Four days later, her response was waiting for him at breakfast once more. The ghouls again insisted that he read her letter aloud.

“Dear Aether, I’m so glad you received my letter! I miss you, too. More than you know. I’ve chatted with my superiors (who say ‘hello’) and they’ve suggested having me spend the night every other Friday. Does that work for you and Papa? Let me know! I should also mention that I’ve broken the news to them that you and I are dating, because I think it’s important to be transparent in our strange little situation. I was expecting them to be a little upset, but they’ve been very supportive! They certainly see why I’m so eager to see you. Love, Ardis.”

A teasing "aww" erupted through the room and Aether fought to ignore it. He turned to Papa. “So, she’d visit every other Friday and crash here,” he repeated. “Is that alright?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” he nodded. “Have her tell her superiors that’s fine with me.”

Angel of mine,

Yes, every other Friday is perfect. I’ve run it by Papa, and the arrangement has his enthusiastic approval. Speaking of approval, I’m relieved to hear your superiors aren’t entirely opposed to us being together. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to convince them that a ghoul can treat you right. I’ll work hard to gain their trust. Let us know the date we should first expect you. Papa will want to celebrate your return properly. You know how much that man loves you. I’ll clean out a drawer for you in the meantime. Feel free to leave a few changes of clothes, pajamas, toothbrush, etc. here with me.

Yours,

Aether

Next: Chapter XIX

[noblemansdemon-spoilers]

Hello Mates!

It is TIME to give you a rough idea of what this blog is a about. And I will proceed, by answering the most fundamental questions.

Who are you?

Well, time to introduce myself. I go by the artist name Astara. I’m a self taught hobby artist since the age of 8 years who studies childhood care and Education and jobs at a primary school to make my life a little more comfortable.

What is your goal here?

Good Question. I wanna curate ideas for my webcomic(s) by info dumping what I got so far in concepts and I would love to hear your honest feedback. I have a lot of ideas, but often times, they are not talked through with anyone in detail. This is an attempt to change that. So depending on how my comic project goes, this blog might receive a spoiler warning.

What Genre do you indulge in most?

While I love different genre’s overlapping (e.g. a fantasy thriller with a romance subplot), I unconditionally root for fantasy. There is nothing more satisfying to me, than a well written fantasy story.

Where can I see your art?

Another good question. At the moment, I have no curated social media available, since I had to leave instagram for mental reasons and twitter is a burning ship on it‘s own, since Elon Musk made questionable decisions and so I just started on tumblr again and with more time I also wanna dip into youtube.

I will however show off a few recent art pieces for you right here to get an idea of what might result out of this channel

The art up above (from left to right) is my meet the artist spread, where I also still use my real first name, a fanart of Percy de Rolo posessed by Orthax (The Legend of Vox Machina) and my first DnD Character, a winged Tiefling named Ricas.

That shall be all questions answered for today. If any more questions occur, just send them and I‘ll be happy to answer.

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Come around and peace out! ✌︎('ω')✌︎

[the-hermit-farmers-journal]

Introduction/The First Day

Hello, my name is Hibara Cero. I'm starting to write this journal as I've recently come under posession of an old farm. I'm told it has 4 quadrants, and is perfect for a group, however, I know no one who can or would join me on this, and prefer it that way. Once I arrived at this farm, located in Stardew Valley, I was greeted by two individuals. A carpenter, Robin, and the mayor of the town I'm in, Lewis. They seemed nice enough, but I don't see myself going out of my way to visit them, or anyone else in the town. The farm is certainly quite cluttered, and it'll probably take me about a week to clean it up. That's all that has happened today. However, before I leave, I should probably give a picture of myself.

Despite not going out often, I like to dress fancy. It's good to keep up appearances, even if no one's watching. And on that note, I will update the journal later.

[fireinmoonshot]

posessive hand holding n angry kisses w druig??

A/N: You all seemed to like the last piece I wrote about Druig making reader jealous... so here's some jealous Druig for you! <3

He wasn’t jealous. He was unbothered.

That was what he told himself the first time he saw you talking to Ikaris during dinner.

The second time, it was just bitterness that you weren’t talking to him.

The third time, it had turned a little into anger that you were ignoring him.

It absolutely wasn’t jealousy. Druig wasn’t a jealous person. He really wasn’t. He was calm and mostly rational and he kept his head screwed on tight. There was no reason for him to be jealous of the fact that you were getting very close to Ikaris lately. None at all.

Especially considering the way you two had already been dating for over 700 years. You’d already confessed your love to one another, and everyone else knew that – Ikaris included.

The thing was, it was entirely possible to fall out of love. Druig had noticed Sersi and Ikaris drifting apart these days, so maybe it was happening with you, too. You were drifting towards Ikaris and away from Druig. The thought set his teeth on edge.

The fourth time it happened, Druig allowed himself to think that he might be a little jealous. He was sat watching you talking to Ikaris across the room, the way your body was turned towards him, entirely engrossed in the conversation. There was a look of serious concentration on your face and a smile on Ikaris’ lips.

Druig had to intervene.

He stood up and manoeuvred his way through the room until he reached the pair of you. Neither of you looked up at his appearance as he sat down beside you. It was instinct and a little bit of jealously that made him reach over and take your hand in his, effectively inserting himself into the conversation without saying a word.

You stopped in the middle of your sentence and glanced back at him.

“Oh, hello,” you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend.

Ikaris gave a nod of his head. “Druig.”

In return, Druig didn’t so much as look at Ikaris. “Can I borrow you?” He asked, though it wasn’t much of a question and was much more of a statement. He’d already decided that he would be borrowing you.

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed. “I’ll be back in a bit, Ikaris.”

Ikaris watched, slightly amused at Druig’s obviously jealous behaviour, as he led you away from where you’d been sitting. He was still holding your hand tightly, not planning on letting it go any time soon.

You walked until you left the building, stepping outside into the warm summer air.

“What’s going on?” You asked as Druig finally stopped walking.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at you, entirely unaware of the way he was feeling. Bitter, a little bit angry, a little bit hurt and confused and a tiny smidge jealous.

You let out a small laugh. “C’mon, tell me what was so important, Druig.”

Druig stared at you for a few more moments, watching as you watched him, confused and a little bit amused. The smile on your face, the way your hair moved in the slightly warm breeze that occasionally drifted by.

He advanced towards you, pushing you back against the wall of the building, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he kissed you. His kiss was rough, passionate and… angry? You were confused as you kissed him back, yet you did so anyway. He’d always been a good kisser, but he’d also always known where to draw the line between too rough and too gentle. You could feel that he was diving a little over the line today.

When he pulled away from you, he rested his forehead on yours. You were both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath, when he finally spoke.

“Are you fallin’ out of love with me?” His voice was quiet.

“Am I– what?” You breathed.

He repeated himself a little more forcefully. “If you are, just tell me.”

Confusion left you lost for words. What the hell was he talking about? You, falling out of love with him was just about the most impossible, unbelievable and ridiculous thing you’d ever heard him say before.

You gently removed his hands from the side of your face and stepped away from him, needing a little bit of space to get your mind back in order. Sitting down on the small brick wall leading into the bar, you stared up at him.

“Druig, what on earth would make you think I don’t love you anymore?”

He turned, leaning up against the wall where you’d been only moments before. “Since you don’t seem to know, I suppose I’ll have to enlighten you,” he huffed. “You and Ikaris. Hanging out all the time. Spending all these hours together, talking, talking, talking. Swear you spend more time with him than you do with me these days. It isn’t rocket science to figure that out, now is it?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, yet you also found yourself wanting to start laughing at the same time. Ikaris? Druig thought you were in love with Ikaris. It was baffling.

“Don’t laugh,” Druig spotted the look on your face. “He’s having trouble with Sersi, y’know? He’s probably looking at you like his next conquest, despite the fact that he knows you and I have been together for years. Always disliked me a bit, he has.”

Sighing, you stood up and stepped towards him, taking his hands in yours.

“Ikaris and Sersi are having problems. That is why I’ve been spending so much time with him, but not for the reason you think,” you started. “He just wants relationship advice. He saw that we’ve been together for so long without many problems and wanted to know if I had any advice. And we’ve been talking every dinner about it because it helps him, having someone else to talk to about it. Someone with relationship experience.”

Druig stared at you, unmoving and unblinking.

You moved to sling your arms over his shoulders. “It’s cute that you were jealous, but you don’t have to be. You have always had my heart, and you always will. For as long as you want it, it’s yours.”

He scoffed. “I was not jealous.”

“You were definitely jealous.”

“I was not. I was reasonably concerned that the love of my life was leaving me.”

“That’s jealousy, Druig.”

“It isn’t! I’m not cute, either. And I wasn’t–”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. His hands instinctively moved to your hips as he kissed you back. The kiss was less forceful this time. More like the ones you usually shared, like all the comforts of home.

“Next time you wanna kiss me like that, all angry and passionate like you did before,” you muttered, pulling away. “Can you at least give me a warning?”

Druig nodded, leaning in to kiss you once more. Your lips felt like home to him. His angry kiss before had all been him trying to see if he still felt like home to you. And he did.

“Now,” you stepped back from him. “I think you owe Ikaris an apology for your blunt attitude when you dragged me away from him mid-conversation.”

He rolled his eyes and took your hand in his again, entwining your fingers together. “Never gonna happen, my love.”

[i-arch-my-backula]

Hello, (this is kinda a long one)

I have a habit of scrolling agressively and trying to find slasher posts where their S/O isn’t shy and bashful when the slashers do…well…literally anything.

If you can’t, then it’s completely ok. But if you’re willing, could you do something with a fem (or gn if it makes you more comfortable) reader who’s just, hella chill. They’re not just the Slasher’s partner, they’re also the slasher’s best friend. They don’t get all bashful when they flirt or are flirted with (they like showing off), they speak like a normal human and aren’t afraid to stick up for themselves or anyone else. If they’re asked to do something they aren’t comfortable with doing, they’ll straight up deny the request. Basically a super confident but laid back person who’s not afraid to speak their mind.

I actually really enjoy your writing. Keep it up!

Ohhhhh this is interesting. I think this is a good prompt. I'm gonna do this in a way I’ve wanted to try. Thank you for this idea and I'm gonna probably do this a bit more often, just for some variety. I'm a more shy and awkward person when you first meet me but I see this as like their s/o is comforable with them. Anyway I'll get this done. Reader is gonna be gn. So I chose Bo Sinclair I know I do the Sinclair’s a lot I just love them so much also sorry it’s kinda short. Writers block is a bitch. 

Summary: Y/N is helping Bo with a visitor who won’t stop hitting on them. Later that night Bo and Y/N talk it out.

Warnings: Implied murder, and standard slasher stuff. A bit of posessive language. 

Today was a special day in Ambrose. You’re helping Bo with tourists today. He set up a simple story of you two working the gas station and the shop together. It was gonna be slow so you brought a magazine and Bo was playing the radio. Lester let you two know someone was on their way. You’re heart started to beat faster as time seemed to slow. This is your first time and you don’t know if this is gonna work out well. You see a man who looks to be in his 20′s smoking a cigarette walking over. You close your magazine and get ready to greet him. 

“Hey babe my car needs a jump start. Think you can help me?” He asks. 

“Yeah I can, let me go get Bo.” You say turning over to the door.

“No honey I want you to help me with it.” He says. You put on your polite smile you’ve learned from customer service and turn back to him. 

“Well I don’t know how to jump start a car. Bo does.” He takes a puff and smirks. 

“Let me teach you honey. I’m a good teacher. Maybe I can teach you a few more things after this is over.” You grip the counter your knuckles turning white. 

“Sir really I’m fine. Let me go get Bo so he can help you.” 

“At least let me get your number babe. I don’t wanna lose a sweet thing like you.” You exhale through your nose and walk over to the door dividing the shop and the station. 

“Hey honey this guy here needs some help with his car!” Bo turns down the music and walks back out with you. 

“Hey honey come on all I want is your number. Maybe a few drinks?” Bo shoots you a ‘Has he been doing this the whole time?’ glance and you nod. 

“Well sir I’d love to but I’m sure I’m not your type. After all I’m not your cousin. So how about you go bother someone else. You also look like you’d be into pigs.” You go back over to him and take his cigarette out of his mouth. You stomp it out and give him a smile. His fades and he turns to Bo. 

“You’re gonna let your employee talk to me like that?” He asks. 

“They’re my partner actually. I’ll talk to them later lets just get your car ready.” The man mumbles something under his breath and they walk out. You go back to your magazine and smile. 

Later that night you’re back at the house with Bo, cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. He still seems a bit shaken up about the whole guy flirting with you thing. You decide to address it and see whats up. “Bo what’s wrong?” You ask. He tightens his grip around you. 

“I just didn’t like that guy flirting with you. You’re my partner. I don’t wanna share you with some stranger.” You smile and kiss his cheek. 

“Trust me, I won’t leave you for anyone. I’m yours ok? I love you.” He smiles. 

“I love you too.” He says kissing you. “Trust me when I say he got what he deserved when it came time. I don’t like the way he was talking to you.” 

“I know honey. But it’s ok now. We’re both here and were both gonna be together forever.” 

“I’m not gonna leave you alone like that again. I don’t want anyone doing that kinda stuff with you. He didn’t grab you did he?” 

“He didn’t, I’m fine honey. If anyone tries to touch me I’ll be the one doing the killing.” He chuckles. 

“Don’t go too hard on them. Vincent complained about how much restoration work he had to do on the guy.” 

“Alright honey. Lets stop all this killing talk. I don’t wanna go to bed and dream about it.”

“Alright darlin’. I love you.” 

“I love you too Bo.” 

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Tom Hiddleston - Watch It Burn

A/N & WC - This was utterly self indulgent and I'm not sorry whatsoever. I do not know Tom, nor do I claim to: this is a work of fiction. Mary is fictional. 1.4k blurb.

Warnings - Social media relationship exposal (?), smut: unprotected sex, posessive sex, 18+.

Summary - When Tom gets a call from his publicist, he's loath to do what she asks, and once it's done, it's clear to see why.

After a long, late, languorous night, the very last thing you want is to be woken by your boyfriend Tom’s phone ringing. Again.

Why does this always happen after the most tiring nights? And why so damn early? Do Tom’s entourage not understand the concept of no calls till 10? And there’s so many: you’d think one of them has a clue. Between his agent, manager, stylist, publicist and just-in-case attorney you’d think one of them has a brain cell or a clock.

“Tommy…” you grumble, grabbing a pillow and slamming it onto your face, muffling the noise slightly.

He kisses your shoulder, “Sorry baby,” and rolls over, tugging the sheet with him, to answer. “Hello?”

The unfortunately distinguishable voice of his adenoidal publicist trills down the line. “Good morning!”

“What do you want, Mary?” he asks, his voice deep, laced with sleep. He’s just as tired as you are, though he’d never risk sounding inarticulate.

“Well that’s no way to talk to your wonderful publicist!”

You scoff, wonderful. She’s the worst one on his team, always so cheery! It’s a nightmare.

“Well you shouldn’t have woken me up then, should you?” he bites right back, only to pull a hand taut over his face. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired. Late night.”

His hand rubs your bare hip beneath the duvet at this, causing you to squirm away with muffled giggle, accidentally kicking him.

“Well don’t stay up so late! It’s nine a.m, Tom, come on. You couldn’t be this flaky if you were on set at the moment.”

“I’m so close to putting the phone down right now,” he warns.

“Okay okay. I need you to post on Instagram.”

He sits bolt upright, letting the sheet fall around him, his god-like abs on full display.

“You’re joking, aren’t you? This is in jest. I’m not going back into that internet hellscape. What do you take me for?” he demands.

“Well I’m sorry Tom”—yeah, and she really sounds it: you roll your eyes—“but you’re losing traction. You need more media attention and to build up your image. The fastest, most efficient way to do that is to post on Instagram. You, the dog, the effing skyline. I literally do not care. Just post something before you become a nobody.”

You roll over indecorously in bed, hearing him heave a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. You place your hand flat on his warm, toned stomach, calming him.

“Yeah fine. I’ll do it within the next week.”

“Today or tomorrow,” she chirps with a forced, nasally brightness, “or we’ll have to stage a headline.”

He doesn’t even grace her with a reply before ending the call, his face like thunder as he flops onto the pillows with a great huff.

“You’ve gotta go back on Instagram?” you inquire, trying to keep your voice soft.

“Yeah. Good grief, I hate it. That place is malignant.”

“I know, Tommy. Maybe I can take your mind off it…” you coo.

Your hand snakes lower, fingertips dancing over his exposed, semi-hard member.

He hisses through his teeth when you clasp him in your hand, “Baby, what are you doing?”

“Distracting you.”

Your lips are on his a moment later, a mess of teeth and tongues. He yanks you into his lap unabashedly and grips your hips tight as you begin to leave marks down his neck.

He takes all his frustration out on you, both in bed and a short while later in the shower. He fucks you carnally, whispering dirty things in your ear that heat your cheeks. He lets you bite his hand and his neck when the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

And then he shampoos your hair, tenderly kissing down your spine.

This man’s facets are utterly astonishing, even after all this time.

He kisses you languid and slow while you finish off in the shower, water lashing down on both your backs as you clean the exertion off one another.

Once you turn the water off and head out, Bobby takes your place in the bathroom, pawing at Tom’s legs after patiently waiting for his walk.

He picks Bobby up and gives him a good fuss before wiping the steam off the mirror.

“Baby, do I look sexy today?”

“You always look sexy,” you tell him, “but extra sexy today. Why?”

You don’t get a response from him, but don’t think too much of it. He sometimes comes out with weird questions like these, doubting himself and his looks and abilities. You just suppose this is another one of those times and you can show him how sexy he is once he comes back into the bedroom.

Tom, however, is taking his publicist's advice about starting a media storm. Not that she said that… but her threat about one of those awful staged headlines that’ll get him in the shit again implies he needs to make a splash, and soon.

Adorable Bobby on his hip, towel tied low, phone looking tiny in his big, veined hand, heavenly abs tensed, golden-auburn hair tousled in natural curls. Yeah, he thinks to himself, I do look handsome. Sexy, even.

So, in a mood so unlike himself, he snaps a couple of pics, and after putting Bobby down and sending him out to his basket with a chew toy and a promise of a walk in a few, he flicks through and finds the only one he really likes: the one that truly shows off his Herculean, god-like stature.

Tom, however, doesn’t look too closely in order to prevent him deleting them all. And nor do you when he shows it to you.

“Christ you look good,” you whisper, hand carding through his curls and tugging. Hard.

That’s all the incentive he needs to click post after drafting whatever brief, witty caption he came up with on the walk from the bathroom.

When his phone blows up, he decides to ignore it. He’s been absent from social media for well over a year so this is to be expected. He also silences it for a few hours: texts, calls, the lot.

He just goes about his domestic life with you: cooking brunch, walking Bobby, reading, writing, dancing around the living room.

Until, a short while later, his landline phone rings. His publicist, again.

“Tom. Do you realise what you posted? Or— or, even better! Do you realise what the hell you’ve done?!” she screeches.

“Mary,” he says calmly, trying to keep all condescension from his tone, “I did what you asked. I posted, I got attention. What now?”

“Christ, okay. Clearly you’ve no clue. Open up your Instagram right now.”

You’re beside him, your face cold with panic as you fumble for your phone and pull the photo up.

Taking a closer look, your heart patters, jerks and stops. Then it begins an erratic rate a moment later. “Oh… shit.”

You show Tom and watch the palpable horror wash over him. “No. No no no no no.”

“Eloquent as ever, Tom,” she deadpans in that shrill, falsely bright tone. “Fix it on your end. I’ll get started on damage control.”

“I’m so sorry, Mary,” he bleats, “I’m deleting it now.”

She puts the phone down with a despairing sigh.

Tom’s baby blue gaze meets yours, stress broiling there like a storm.

“What have we done, baby?”

You chuckle mirthlessly as you reply, “Broken the internet.”

And you have. Because the details in the picture are impossible to construe any other way.

Handprints, big and small, on the glass of the shower; hickeys on Tom’s milky neck; actual teeth marks on the webbing of his hands, scratches from you raking your nails down his muscular chest.

You may as well have written ‘Tom had sex’ in the steamy mirror for all the obviousness it presents.

“And what the ever-loving fuck do we do?” he asks, head falling to his hands as his heart rate picks up.

Unsure of what else to do, you take his face in your hands and turn him to face you. Your eyes lock with his, and you search them for every emotion inside, layered and battling. Eventually as you hold his gaze, trust wins over... underlined by lust, and love clouding it all.

As casually as you can, you brush a kiss to his temple, his nose, his lips, and let an easy smirk overtake you. “We watch it burn.”