#and laying down plot hooks for later

[radiantmists]

reading animorphs sequentially instead of in whatever random order you can get your hands on them is such a trip because you can see these kids getting progressively better at war and worse at being happy, you can see how traumatic events from one book echo into the next ones but never quite get dealt with because these kids have no real way to take care of their mental health, you can see their relationships deepening but simultaneously gaining friction and faultlines as they learn just how far they'd go for each other but also how far they'd go in general...

obviously this series was meant to be episodic in nature, and i actually think that might be the better way to first encounter it, but the arc of the series in publication order is extremely well-crafted

[atomicladytimetravel]

The Best Part of Waking Up

Summary: Joel comes home exhausted after working fourteen hours, but reader is in the mood. After some begging, reader gives up. Joel wakes her up in the middle of the night to give her what she asked for.

Warnings: Mature content. Porn with very little plot - like is the plot in the room with us? 18+ ONLY. MDNI. Unprotected p in v, creampie, use of the word ‘whore’ (once and reader likes it), use of ‘daddy’, dirty talk, spanking, slight ass play.

Word Count: 1,851

It’s finally Friday, your favorite day of the week. Your husband Joel usually comes home at around 4:00 PM and the two of you have takeout, watch a movie and then fuck like rabbits. Sometimes you just fuck like rabbits. Either way, your body has basically been programmed to expect dick every Friday evening.

You glance anxiously at the time on your phone - 6:55 PM. Joel should’ve been home almost three hours ago, but something had gone wrong at the job site and he had to stay and deal with it. He promised he would be home by seven, but he hasn’t even called to say he’s on his way.

Finally, at 9:00 PM, you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps on the front porch. He opens the door, a sheepish look already on his face.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he apologizes immediately. “Being the owner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be sometimes.”

“It’s alright Joel, you’re home now.”

You cross over to him and hook your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist and he gives you a lingering kiss. You’ve been horny all day and the slight bit of affection sends you into overdrive. You try to initiate sex, but he gently pulls away from you.

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m exhausted. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll have tomorrow to ourselves, yeah?”

“Mm, pleeeease Joel? I’ll do all the work.”

“As tempting as it sounds, I’m just too tired. I worked fourteen hours today,” he protests.

“But daddyyyy,” you pout, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“No whining. I’m going to go lay down and tomorrow, I’ll fuck you all day. I promise.”

“Fine,” you agree and he kisses you again. He bids you good night and you watch a few more episodes of your favorite show before joining him.

Joel wakes up a few hours later with his cock throbbing between his legs. He tosses and turns for another half hour, trying every method he could think of to make a hard on disappear.

“I should’ve fucked her when she was begging for it,” he thinks to himself. He turns and snuggles close to you, his hard on pressed into your ass. He kisses your neck, reaching underneath your sleep shirt to fondle your breast.

“Wake up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear when you start to stir. He nibbles your ear while he rolls your nipple between his fingers and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“What are you doing Joel?” you giggle sleepily.

“‘M just tryin’ to give you the cock you were beggin’ me for earlier.”

“Mm, but ‘m sleepy now baby,” you whine. You don’t protest when his hand wanders underneath your panties, however. He drags his middle finger through your wetness and uses it to circle your clit.

“Seems like you could use some help t’me,” he mutters into the crook of your neck. “She’s so wet baby. She wants t’be played with.”

You drape your leg over his in response, opening yourself up to him.

“There ya go baby, let me have it,” he rasps in your ear. You whimper quietly as he rubs slow circles on your clit. He dips his finger into your entrance and marvels at just how wet you are.

“Mmm, yeah she wants it bad darlin’.”

You whine as he removes his hand from your panties and he shushes you.

“I’m gonna take care of my baby girl, don’t worry. I just wanna get you naked first.”

You feel him shuffle behind you and he turns on the lamp on his bedside table. You roll onto your back, squinting and groaning at the sudden brightness.

“Sorry, I just wanna be able to see my beautiful girl,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulls the comforter off your body and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He tosses them aside and you sit up, pulling the shirt over your head as he sheds his boxers.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he compliments as he moves toward you on his knees. You lie back as he settles between your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him toward you; he collapses on top of you with a chuckle and quick kiss.

“Thought you were too sleepy,” he teases. You pull his head down for a hot, opened mouth kiss.

“Not anymore,” you mumble against his lips. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Yeah angel? You wanna feel daddy’s cock?”

“Yes…please,” you respond. He settles onto his knees and wraps a hand around his cock. He pushes the tip through your slit, using it to rub your clit. You grip onto his forearm and moan his name as he continues using his cock to rub your clit.

“Fuck it feels good just like this,” he groans. “Might make you cum like this before I fuck you. Pussy’s so fuckin’ slick.”

You don’t protest; the head of his cock on your aching clit feels too fucking good.

“Yes, please daddy don’t stop. It feels so good, been needing you to touch me all day.”

“Aww, you needy little thing,” he coos. “Always so ready for my cock, my good girl.”

You whimper in response, head tipping back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm approaching.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha baby? I can see it on that beautiful face. Go on, let it go for me so I can stuff that tight hole.”

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum. Keep going just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his cock through your folds once, twice, and then on the third time, you’re coming undone.

“I’m cumming baby, fuck!”

“That’s it darlin’ - fuck baby girl, you’re gettin’ my cock so wet.”

He slaps the head of his cock on your clit as you cum, prolonging your orgasm. Once you’ve come down, he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

“Always so tight f’me,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ perfect pussy made just to take my cock.”

He rocks into you slowly at first, burying his face in the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there.

“My pretty, perfect baby girl,” he whispers. “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

“Oh god,” you whimper. You hook your ankles together behind his back, allowing him to push deeper. You drag your nails down his back and he snaps his hips forward in response; he loves the stinging feeling of your nails on his skin when he’s giving you his cock. He’ll have red scratch marks for a day or two, but he loves the reminder of how good he makes his baby feel.

“Do it again,” he hisses, and you oblige. He snaps his hips forward again with a growl.

“H-harder Joel, please,” you beg.

He sits up and hooks his forearms underneath the crooks of your knees and starts pounding into you. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of his thrusts and you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah baby? Like this? You wanna get fucked like a little whore?”

“Yes daddy, oh my god!” you cry.

“Fuck yeah, take this fuckin’ cock. Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant.

“Rub that pretty clit for me baby,” he instructs through gritted teeth. “Cum all over daddy’s cock pretty girl.”

You reach between your bodies and rub fast circles on your clit. Coupled with his hard thrusts, the action causes you to tumble over the edge, legs shaking and wild moans escaping your throat.

“Oh my god Joel, ‘m cumming so fucking hard!”

“Oh god yeah, I feel that pussy squeezin’ me,” he moans. He pulls out when you’ve come down and strokes himself slowly.

“Turn over and throw that gorgeous ass in the air for daddy.”

You obey quickly, arching your back and giving him the best view of your ass. He smacks it appreciatively, the sting making you moan. He spreads your cheeks and whistles lowly.

“Mmm, look at that pretty little ass hole.”

He slides his cock back into your pussy and grabs your hips, setting a steady pace.

“One day I’m gonna stuff both of your little holes at the same time,” he promises. The thought makes a fresh surge of arousal course through you.

“Oh, you like the thought of that, do ya little one?” he chuckles, feeling the rush of wetness that came with your arousal.

“Yes daddy,” you whimper. He stuffs the tip of his thumb into your ass hole and you gasp.

“Feel good?” he questions.

“Yes, please leave it there,” you respond.

“So fuckin’ hot baby. Oh fuck, I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you Joel.”

His thrusts speed up and your head falls into the pillow below you, muffling your sounds. He grips your hair and pulls hard enough to lift your head.

“Keep that head up. I wanna hear how fuckin’ good I’m makin’ you feel.”

“Yes daddy,” you obey. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and with his hand in your hair and his thumb in your ass, you cum hard around him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming daddy!” you wail.

“Yeah baby, that’s my good girl. Daddy loves listening to you cum.”

He fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding into you until you’re having another. He spanks you repeatedly while your pussy clenches around him and you babble mindlessly about how good his cock is.

“I know baby, and you take it so well,” he smirks. “Best god damn pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Mmm, fuck, I can’t stop cumming,” you moan as a fifth orgasm hits. “Oh god daddy, I’m cumming so good.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna unload right in this little pussy. Gonna fill you so full of my cum. My balls are so fuckin’ heavy.”

“Yes daddy, give it to me. Give me your cum.”

His thrusts become sloppy until an animalistic sound tears from his chest. He grips both hips as his balls tighten and ropes of cum fill your pussy.

“Baby girl,” he rasps. “God damn, I’m blowing a fuckin’ load in your pretty pussy.”

You feel some of his cum trickle down your thigh, but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck baby, it’s already spilling out and I’m not - nnngh - not done yet.”

He finishes with a final thrust and pulls out of you gently. Cum immediately starts dripping from your spent hole and he gets up to grab a towel. He cleans off your thighs and wipes off his dick before finding your panties and helping you into them.

“Keep as much of me in there as you can baby,” he says, patting your clothed pussy. He settles into bed behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Get some sleep my love,” he whispers in your ear. “I still intend to keep my promise about tomorrow.”

[hopeluna]

For the Cupid!! 14 with mammon 18+ fem reader please!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 14: “i think i deserve a kiss.”

CW: mammon x fem!reader, 18+ mdni!!, gonna be honest this is just porn with little plot, jealous mammon, sex (p in v), oral (f receiving), some mild biting cause its hot shush, overstimulation (m receiving), very slight exhibitionism (Lucifer hears ya'll going at it), also some fluff too <3

Wc: 1.3k

⁀➷ cupid: I hope u like your match!

This was definitely going to go on Mammon's list of worst valentine's days.

But let's rewind a little bit.

Mammon had spent the past few weeks trying to come up with the most perfect plan for the entirety of valentine's day for you. He had even worked his ass off tirelessly for the previous months. First, he was going to take you to breakfast at your favourite cafe; then he was going to whip up the tickets to the fair you had always wanted to go to; buy you gifts with his own hard work earned money. Later, he was going to lead you to the fancy restaurant that just opened a month before, and show you his handmade gifts.

Mammon had every little detail planned out to make this day memorable for you.

The day was going as planned at first. You seemed like you had a good time getting breakfast in the cafe, and the content smile on your face made way for a beaming grin on his. A grin that only stretched more at your excited face when he showed you the fair tickets. Mammon was sure his heart was melting at the way you hugged him, ecstatic.

It was at the fair that things started to go downhill. As much as he loved his brothers, he wished that they would disappear from Devildom for this one day.

You bumped into Beel at the fair, his arms carrying a mountain of food items. He looked so excited to see you and practically dragged you both off with him to try out all the food stalls. Mammon had to pinch himself to keep from whining out in frustration.

Beel was not going to leave the fair anytime soon, that much was clear. So when Mammon made a stuttering excuse and lead you out of there, he thought that would be the end of it. No two minutes later, you ran into Asmo.

He managed to keep you busy for about half an hour with declarations of love until Mammon and you made a run for it as soon as Asmo had his back turned to both of you.

Then it was Satan, trying to pursue you to go to a cat cafe with him; when you finally got home, there was Levi with a gleam in his eyes asking you to play a valentine's day themed game he had just gotten.

You could tell Mammon was worked up when he ignored his brother and swiftly dragged you by the hand to your room, shutting the door with a thud, his back to you.

"Mamm-", you're startled at first, soon melting into the fierce kiss Mammon pulls you in. Its not the usual loving, almost shy kiss Mammon gives you; this one is all tongue and teeth, a gasp escaping you when he bites down hard on your lower lip before swiping his tongue over it. It's a harsh kiss, laced with envy and is possessive. You can't help the moan that escapes you, already feeling heat spread in your body.

"Everybody- ", he backs you towards the bed, "- fucking thinks- ", Mammon nips at your jaw, laying you spread on the bed "- that they can have you." you whimper at the harsh way he trails bites and kisses down your neck. "They can't- you're mine."

You grasp at his arms, one knee hooked around his hip. You flip him, switching positions before straddling his lap. "I'm yours." you smirk at the moan he lets out when you grind on the bulge straining through his pants.

Mammon's hands fall on your hips, ceasing their movements. You're confusion melts away when he gently motions your hips up his body, past his stomach, his chest- settling you hovering right above his mouth.

"Want you- want you soak my face", you feel a hot flush creep up the back of your neck, hips moving on their own in search of friction. You both let out a moan in unison when Mammon pulls aside your underwear, swiping his tongue over the length of your cunt.

His moans soon become muffled as he grasps your hips, eating you out like his very life depended on it.

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut in pleasure when you look down at Mammon. You can see the slick drenching his cheek and chin. His tongue alternating between sucking on your little bundle of nerves and dipping into your clenching wet hole. The sight has your mind reeling, hips grinding harder against his tongue chasing release.

Mammon's muffled moans only spur you on. He seems like he's enjoying this more than you are.

You reach your breaking point when he gives you a particular harsh, lewd suck- eyes flitting down only to see him already staring up at you with lust gleaming in his eyes.

Mammon keeps licking at your cunt even after, only relenting with a whine when you move away to straddle his lap once again. Mammon sits up, back resting on the headboard. Your head swims in desire watching him lick away at your slick on his chin, letting out a breathy moan as if it's the most delectable dessert.

The lust in his eyes gets replaced by something playful for a second. He sends a pout your way, lips jutting out, shining with saliva.

"I think I deserve a kiss, with the day that i've had!"

You laugh at the dramatic way his head rolls back to rest on the headboard, face stricken with fake grief. You decide to indulge him for once without any teasing.

"You know what? I think you do." Mammon's head snaps up, face lit. He pulls you into a kiss, a sweet one this time, laced with adoration, some lewdness seeping in at the way you can taste yourself a little bit on his tongue.

Mammon swallows your moan greedily when he moves his hips beneath you, your head falls limply at the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You huff in amusement when Mammon hastily pulls away his and your clothes, melting into him with a content sigh at the skin to skin contact.

"Lift your hips up for me, baby"

You moan lightly, the head of his hard cock catching at your entrance, making the wettest squelch sound when you move your hips down and down and down, till you're fully seated, hips flush.

You take a moment before moving, savouring the delicious burn of his cock stretching you out. Desperate moans and curses spill from Mammon's kiss-swollen lips when you start to move your hips, grinding and bouncing erratically. The pleasure too much for you to bear.

Mammon leans in, burying his face in your neck. You think its innocent until you feel a sharp sting that only seems to spur you on even more, bouncing up and down harshly on his cock.

The sound of skin slapping and wet squelches seemed to echo in the room and your mind. What tips Mammon over the edge is when he looks down at where your cunt is swallowing him greedily, a ring of white coating the base of his cock.

You follow right behind him, relishing in the feel of his cum spurting in you-

The sound of knocking on wood intertwines with the quiet laboured breaths in the room.

Lucifer's voice rings out, calling your name. Mammon's lips pull down into a frown at the thought of getting interrupted again. Your own lips pull up into a smirk as a idea crosses your mind.

Mammon lets out a choked noise when you grind your hips against his, a noise loud enough to fill the silence of the room. Loud enough to go through the door. And if that wasn't enough, more moans spill out from Mammon when you begin to bounce on his lap, the noise echoing.

Mammon calls out your name laced in a whimper, "shit- i can't- "

You huff a chuckle when you hear the retreating footsteps outside the door a moment later.

You hear Mammon mumble under his breath, almost not catching what he says-

"Happy fucking valentine's day to me-" you cut him off with another roll of your hips.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[toji-girl]

movie night | m. sano

synopsis: After weeks of flirting and exchanging some steamy videos you find yourself laid up in Mikey’s bed intent on showing him just how filthy you can get.

wc: 1.6k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + fem reader + all characters are over 21 + repost from my old blog + not beta read + all porn no plot + consensual recording + fingering + spit play + unprotected sex + creampie + teasing + breast/nipple play + finger sucking + blow job + hand job + pet names + cum eating + dirty talking + any missing tag lmk!

“Come on, open your legs. Don’t be shy now that you’re actually here.” Mikey demanded in a soft tone, one that was stern but still held a bit of affection for you.

Here you lay in his bed after weeks of sexting and exchanging a few nudes. After setting a date to have dinner it ended at this, him kneeling between your legs as you lay in his bed surrounded by silk sheets and expensive-smelling cologne. 

He bunched your skirt up as you slowly spread your thighs for him, warmth spread in your cheeks hearing him hum in appreciation. “You dressed up just for me? How sweet.” 

His voice dropped to a husky tone watching you get so easily flustered, he held his phone in one hand with the flash on making sure not to miss a single angle. 

You agreed to it because the thought of Mikey jerking himself off at work watching the video lit a fire in you, greedy fingers crept up your thighs to get a very good look at your panties which were soaked at this point. 

“Mikey…” 

Dark eyes locked in on your face the instant he heard you, while he might be the invincible Mikey and a gang member he still would never want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. 

“Please touch me.” 

Your voice came out in a whisper as you gripped the bottom hem of your skirt looking back at him, his black hair fell around his face as he leaned forward to get a better recording of him rubbing the wet spot. 

His middle finger rested on your clit before rubbing it ever so slightly causing a bolt of electricity to shoot through you, and you knew he loved to tease from what he texted. 

You sighed in pleasure when he pressed in a bit more before pulling away to get every angle of your panties ruined by just him touching you. 

“I can’t wait to see if you are as filthy as you said you were the other night,” Mikey murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust watching the damp spot grow bigger and soaking through the material of your white cotton underwear. 

He hooked his fingers in your panties pulling them down until they dangled off your left ankle, now you were bare and Manjiro was able to see your pussy up close and personal he was sure his dick was about to explode in his pants. “Holy fuck.” 

Two slender fingers spread your lower lips open to see your clenching hole made Mikey grin to himself, he swiped up the beads of arousal bringing them to your lips and watching you suck them clean once they slid past your parted lips. 

You held his wrist never breaking eye contact cleaning his fingers before pulling them out to reach your hand down palming his erection through his pants, you gave him a slight squeeze pouting your lips together. “Want to see how nasty I can get?” 

Mikey chuckled and leaned down hovering his face above yours, his breath fanned over you as he stared deep into your eyes. “Show me then, dirty girl.” 

That’s all it took for you to end up between his spread legs this time, your lips wrapped around his cock sucking him all the way to the back of your throat gagging for the camera, sure you didn’t have to moan like that but you knew he was going to watch it later so you wanted to make sure to put your all in this, the obscene amount of spit coming into play as well. 

You used your own drool as a lube to jerk him off when you pulled away from his head, the length of his dick shone under the bright light from his phone, Mikey rested his hand on top of your head watching you grin up at him and the camera hollowing your cheeks.

He was sure to get a clear view of you bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock moaning around him sending the vibrations to his balls as you cupped them in your free hand adding to the pleasure that bubbled in his lower stomach. 

His fingers relaxed around his phone which almost dropped but he caught it and let out a low groan when you deepthroated him. 

Mikey never moved, usually, he would opt to hold your head and fuck your mouth as he sees fit, but you said you’d rock his world and now he knows you absolutely did mean what you said as you continued never stopping wanting him to reach his climax, his head fell back against the wall succumbing to the pleasure. 

His dark eyes watched your mouth wrapped so beautifully around him, your eyes halfway shut and your forehead covered in a cheek of sweat, both of you were half dressed still as you sucked on his cock. 

“You really meant it, huh?” He hissed through his teeth as you swirled your tongue around his flushed head, Manjiro all but throbbed in your mouth as you took him further back in once more. 

Spit strung from your open mouth to his cock head as you pulled away to look at him with a slight smirk. “Told ya I’d give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten.” 

Mikey chuckled again, petting your hair before moving his hand down to cup your cheek. “I haven’t cum yet, have I?” He teased holding his shaft, slapping your lips with it softly. 

You glared at him playfully, feeling him squish your cheeks together in one hand. “Ah, remember you’re the one who begged and cried to come over. Wanting me to ruin you.” 

“Now I think it’s going to be me ruining you, you will never think of another pussy again Mikey.” 

The idea of another woman giving him pleasure like this makes your blood boil. The man you’ve known for years and the last two months have been sexting is in a way yours. 

“Sure about that princess?” He asked in a low tone as you sucked on his head before going all the way down again gagging, you struggled to breathe but it didn’t matter. 

Mikey coming was the only thing that mattered to you at the moment, you desperately wanted to milk him for all he’s worth and try to even make him whimper. 

You constricted your throat around him grunting as much as you could in hopes that would tip him over along with your fingers massaging his balls again. 

Spit pooled around the base of his dick and dripped down on his sheets making a mess but he didn’t care neither did you, especially when his orgasm finally happened. 

His hand pushed on your head a little bit encouraging you to take more of him before blowing his load down your throat, it was almost sweet, you greedily swallowed it all. 

You didn’t give him a chance to comment before you straddled his lap lifting your skirt up to show his phone your pussy. “Make sure you don’t miss this Sano.” 

His eyebrows furrowed at his last name before feeling your rut against him, his dick sliding between your pussy lips a few times before you grabbed the base and slowly slid him inside you. 

Inch by inch you kept the pace slow until he bottomed out, both of you groaned in unison as you grabbed your ankles planting your feet flat on either side of him. 

Mikey watched transfixed at the way you bounced on his dick, his hands roamed everywhere all over until he finally tugged your shirt down watching your breasts spill free from your bra, the cups barely keeping them contained. 

He sat up wrapping his free arm around your waist to bury his face in your tits as you thrust in you from below, his head bullying your g-spot as you both ate each other’s moans, his bedroom smelt like a heavy brand of perfume that bottled up sin and desire and sex into one bottle. 

You couldn’t get enough of him, you ground down on him, the lack of protection aided in the wet lewd sounds of fucking, your wet cunt hugged him so well Mikey’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when you squeezed and fluttered around him when he pinched your nipples. 

“Mikey!” You squealed leaning back to look at him and then the camera as you ground your hips before bouncing for him and the camera, your orgasm rippled through you and your muscles as they locked for a brief second, the sheer intensity of it made your body jerk on top of him. 

He never stopped his own thrusts growing drunk on your cunt and moans, a white frothy ring formed around his shaft he was sure to get on video each time you bounced up, the last one his climax came in full force, he growled low in his throat keeping you still as he filled your pussy with warm thick spurts of cum that leaked out. 

“What a movie, huh?” You teased leaning forward to hold his shoulders now peppering his face in kisses. 

Mikey captured your jaw again in his strong fingers to kiss your lips keeping his dick still buried in you not wanting to leave the heat of your pussy just yet, he allowed himself to feel for a second and let you rest your head on his chest hugging and caressing each other down from the highs you both rode.

[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 8

Day Eight: Cockwarming (Tony Stark x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, plot, P!inV!,punishment, begging, Unprotected sex

Minors DNI

Words: 650

“Tony…”

“Shhh…just let me, look at you.” Tony looked over you with pride and lust in his eyes.

“You can’t be serious, this is barely a dress.” She remarks as she tried to pull down the short skirt to no avail.

“Hm? Oh yeah definitely, Nobody will question your credentials in that.”

“I thought my years in undercover training was supposed to help us with that, but what do I know…” She Rolls her eyes

“Oh probably, but I like this method way more.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she sighed in frustration

“Whatever”

Hours later, Tony’s driving them back from the party where they were supposed to get the information from. “Supposed to’ is the key phrase. She’s pinching the bridge of her nose and muttering curses under her breath.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Tony mutters

“Oh, really? I would say it was pretty much a disaster Tony.”  She says with venom in her voice.

“You kept flirting with that guy! I couldn’t focus.” He tried to defend himself

“I was distracting him, so you could get the information dimwit. You know, doing my job?” she looks at him pointedly.

“I’m sleeping on the couch aren’t I?”

“Oh no, I have a much worse punishment in mind.” And she did, as he would find out. As they lay bed, she sat on cock. Not moving. Just sitting there. It was absolute torture, and absolute heaven at the same time. It didn’t help that He had stripped down entirely naked and she was still wearing that dress.

 “Come on sweetie. Let’s just forget about this… Baby please.” He pleads with her as her wet pussy contracts around him, he couldn’t honestly tell which muscle movements were intentional and which were purely coincidental.

“Oh no you’re not getting out of this easily. You totally screwed our mission and Fury will chew me out tomorrow like I’m a piece of his favorite gum. And it’s not even my fault this went poorly. It’s yours. So suck up and deal.” She smirks slightly at his pouty face and puppy dog eyes. She’s not gonna fall for it. She clenches around him, refusing to move, warming his cock. He let out an uncharacteristic whine as she does this.

“That’s stupid…I mean maybe I deserve it…but I still hate it.” Tony grumbles like a toddler who was just told he could only have one piece of candy. She lifted her her hips and slammed down on him once, causing him to groan.

“Enough back talk or I can find a better way to spend my time.” She uses a tone of voice that makes it very clear to tony that she isn’t kidding.

“Yes ma’am.”  He says with a smirk, which quickly disappears from his face as he feels his cock twitch inside her. Every involuntary movement made this whole situation that much better, and that much worse. He would have thought that he would have gone soft by now but every time he thinks hes going to she does something that sends the flag back up the pole. A slight shift of her hips, a single thrust, clenching down on him, she knew exactly how to play him, like an instrument she had taken years to master. It was like this for nearly half an hour when she started to rock her hips back and forth. Her own will to continue like this waning. That’s when Tony knew he had a chance.

“Come on sweetie, let me make it up to you…” He leans forward and takes her hips in his hands lifting her slightly off his cock, then back down. Both of them already on the edge of over stimulation. A moan escapes her lips as he does this. She may be a stubborn woman, but she was still a woman with needs.

“Alright. But you’re not really off the hook…yet…”

~

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[mermaidgirl30]

✨ Dancing With Fire Part 4: Keep me from drowning, don’t let go, never let go ✨

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A/N: I love writing this story so much and hope you all are enjoying it as much as I am 🥹 This soft, protective Joel is everything ❤️ Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 😊

- Chapter Summary: Joel takes you on a date, the best date of your life. But will reality crash down and ruin the moment? Will you lose sight of what’s in front of you and focus on the brewing storm back at the theater? This chapter has some angst 🥹

- Word Count: 11.9k

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

- Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

- Pairings: Joel x fem! reader, Joel x you

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

You awoke slowly to the soft hum of Joel’s slow breaths and the trickle of sunlight that crept through the top of the window. You were laying across his broad chest with your arm hooked around him, not willing to let go. His strong arms held you close to him as his fingers slowly went up and down your scalp, putting you in a lull somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

His scent was all over you, covering your hair, your body, and the sheets smelled exactly like him. Mint, mahogany. And there was a faint hint of coffee. It wasn’t sweet or sugary smelling, it was just like the smell of a fresh pot of black coffee. And somehow you knew that’s how he took his. For only knowing him a short time, you felt like you knew him for years. Just like an old friend who came back into your life unexpectedly without so much as needing an introduction because you already knew them.

It was strange really. How close you already felt to Joel. This wouldn’t end well if you were already getting this attached, but maybe he’d stay. Maybe this one wouldn’t get away. Maybe he’d choose to stay.

You rolled over and faced him as a huge smile spread across his face, sending crinkles around his sleepy eyes and messy curls that stuck to the soft pillow. He looked flawless, happy, and so pretty.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he drawled in a half asleep low rasp that sent butterflies through your lower region.

“Morning, handsome,” you beamed.

He took his hand and ran it across your cheek affectionately as he pulled you and in and brushed his lips against yours, hanging there for a few seconds before he pulled away, still caressing your face intimately.

“You hungry?” he asked as his thumb danced down your jaw.

“Starving,” you replied.

“Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please,” you said eagerly.

“Okay,” he laughed. “Why don’t I start a pot then. I can get the shower ready for you.”

A shower sounded absolutely amazing right now. You were still laying in last night’s ruined sheets, and his scent was all over you. Something you wanted to hold on to. You would remember exactly how he smelled because that was now your most favorite scent. Something you wanted to keep with you forever.

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled.

He gently uncurled himself from you and hopped out of the bed, pulling some black boxers on and headed for the bathroom. You laid there and took in the sights of his bedroom in the glow of the sunlight. His walls were creamy white with a poster of Pearl Jam hanging above the dark brown dresser. There was a large walk-in closet next to the master bathroom that could fit piles and piles of clothes and shoes. The wooden floors were spotless as if they’d been polished recently, and a car magazine laid against the small nightstand next to the bed. It was a cozy room, and he definitely kept the place clean.

Joel came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later with a grey fitted t-shirt on, with his bulging biceps hugging against the sleeves. He was so ridiculously hot. How did you ever get so lucky?

“Shower’s ready for ya. I put a washcloth and some towels on the counter. But take your time gettin’ up. It’ll be ready when you are.”

“Thanks, Joel,” you said with a smile as you rolled over to look at his perfect dimples.

“No problem, sunshine. Oh, how do you like your coffee? Black, sweet, sugary?”

“Sweet and sugary. If you have creamer, just go ahead and put in a lot. I like it almost white with how sweet I make mine,” you responded with a giggle.

“So, what you’re tellin’ me is that you're sweet just like your coffee is?” he asked as a smile tugged across his face and his eyes lit up with crinkles pulling at the sides of them, making him look extra adorable.

God, he’s so cute.

You laughed at him and nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I usually just take my coffee black, but I have plenty of creamer and sugar in the fridge, so you’re in good hands.”

You were in the best hands. You were in Joel’s hands.

“Now how did I know you took your coffee black?” you asked as you cocked your head at him.

“Guess you just know me so well, sunshine,” he smirked. “I’ll go get some started. I’ll leave ya to it then,” he said as he headed out the bedroom door and into the kitchen.

You laid there for another minute until you dragged yourself out of the comfy bed and headed for the bathroom. When you stepped in, you gasped at how large it was. There was a massive jetted bathtub in the corner. Next to it sat a big, tiled shower with a sleek glass door that connected to the inside. The white countertops had an embedded sink and a spacious mirror. Decorative soaps sat in a blue dish and a soft, velvety bath mat sat in front of the shower door. It smelled like lavender and mint in here. It smelled like Joel.

You opened the glass door and turned the shower knob to hot as water cascaded down the shower head and poured down the drain. You grabbed the crimson washcloth and headed into the shower, letting the warm water cover your messy hair and run down your body as you washed the sweat and stickiness off from last night.

As you started to lather the shampoo through your hair, you thought of the events of the previous night. Of how Joel had reached out and pulled you in for a kiss. Of how soft and delicate his lips felt against yours. Of how good his thick fingers felt as they explored every part of your body thoroughly and articulately. Of how his rough tongue felt against your center, how it lapped up the slick that he made come from your body, of how fucking good he felt inside you as he worked your body over and over again as he set off fireworks inside you, making you explode more than once. That man was a menace, and you wanted to experience it again and again and again until your body was fully his. You’d give everything to him, anything. You were his to take. Fully and unconditionally.

As you rinsed your hair out, you saw Joel’s outline through the shower door. It looked like he was putting some clothes on the sink. Maybe a hoodie and sweatpants? You couldn’t see clearly through the fog of the glass. It was too muggy.

“Hey, I put some clothes on the counter that you can put on after your shower. I didn’t know if ya had anymore clean clothes with you, so I thought these would fit ya. Just want ya to be comfortable,” he said over the noise of the running water.

He was such a sweetheart.

“Oh, thank you, Joel. That’s really kind, you didn’t have to,” you said through the shower door.

“It’s no trouble, darlin’. Well, I’ll let ya finish up. I’ll be out in the kitchen.”

Something pulled at you as you saw Joel standing in the bathroom. Something deep and churning inside you that you needed to push down, but you couldn’t. The pressure was already building inside you. Up, up, up until you couldn’t stand it anymore. You wanted him in here with you. You wanted to see him in all his glory, in all his massive muscles under the glistening hot water as he hugged you to his body and devoured every part of you that he could reach.

You were being selfish. You’d already had him last night, but you wanted more. Needed more. He was like a fresh spring of water in a dry desert with nothing else around for hundreds of miles. He was what quenched your thirst, what made you thrive and feel alive. And you needed him. Now.

Before he could step out of the bathroom you called to him, almost desperate like as you whispered his name. “Joel.” It was just loud enough for him to hear because he stopped in his tracks and slowly turned your way. He must’ve heard the need in your voice, must’ve felt that pull that he had on you. Must’ve known that you needed him right here, right now. Must’ve heard you calling him in your mind. Touch me, hold me, kiss me, devour me, love me.

Love me. That was a new one. That was uncharted territory. It was too soon, too much, too fucking quick. But you felt it. You felt the way he was pulling at your heartstrings, felt every single bone in your body calling for him like he was the one. But he was the one. The one that had come to your rescue, the one that had saved you, the one that truly cared for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and more. And you were falling hard and fast for your knight in shining armor, Joel Miller.

You saw him take a few steps back into the bathroom and stare into the foggy glass door as if he could see right through it, could see you staring back at him as you coaxed him in with your mind. Touch me, touch me. After a moment of silence, you saw him rip his shirt over his head and pull his boxers down to the ground. He then opened the shower door and stepped in, quickly closing the foggy door and turning towards you as he towered over you.

He looked directly at you as he took you in from head to toe, his eyes sliding up and down your body slowly. He was feasting on you, tasting you with only his eyes before he hungrily devoured you with his mouth and hands.

You drank him in. Starting with his disheveled messy curls, his warm brown eyes, his smirk that raised at the corner of his mouth, his broad shoulders that towered over you, his massive biceps, his veins that spidered down his thick arms, his big hands, his muscles that expanded around his abdomen, his built thighs, and oh. His thick erection that was planted hard against his stomach. Already firm and ready to take you.

He cupped your chin and lifted your eyes to his as you stared into warm, chocolate pools. They made you feel like putty in his hands.

“You called?” he asked as a smirk played on his lips.

“You came,” you said as you breathed out a breath you had been holding in.

“I’ll always come when you call, sunshine.”

Oh.

There was a thick cloud of tension in the room as the fog got heavier, as the steam spread over the glass, as your heart was beating a thousand miles per hour just from Joel looking at you with those deep brown eyes.

Another second passed and he wasted no time. He pulled you in as he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips down on yours. He backed you up to the wall, and you opened your mouth wide for him, inviting him in. He slithered his tongue into your mouth and twisted around yours as you caught the taste of fresh brewed coffee. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer as his body connected with yours. He drank you down as he continued kissing you over and over again as his hands slid down to your waist and stopped at your hips. He placed his large hands around them and dug his fingers into your hips which caused your center to throb for him.

Please, please, touch me, taste me, love me.

As if he could read your mind, he broke the kiss and skated one of his hands down your thigh. He slowly, slowly inched it up your inner thigh as he teased you, tormented you. You’d have to beg for it.

“Please,” you begged, already on the verge of coming undone.

“Please what?” he asked with a devilish smirk on his mouth as his eyes started turning darker shades of coal.

“Touch me, pleaseee,” you pleaded.

“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart. I was already planning to,” he teased.

He took his hand up higher and higher until he was trailing his thumb up and down your folds, gently spreading them and gathering slick around his thick fingers. He had barely touched you and you were already falling apart around him. The effect this man had on you was scary, horrifying. He was a lot, but you craved him. You were rabid, starving, thirsting for him and only him. So you’d let him take you in any form he wanted. You were his to take.

Take me, take me, take me.

“Christ, you’re dripping for me, baby. All this for me?” he asked as he took his thumb and popped it in his mouth, sucking all your slick off as he smirked down at you with black blown pupils.

Fuck. He was a menace, an absolute savage. He’d be the death of you. You just knew it.

Your mouth dropped open as you watched him taste you on his tongue, as you watched him lick his fingers clean nice and slow. He was building you up, making you drip even more for him. Another wave of slick pulled from you, and you licked your lower lip slowly in anticipation of him touching you again.

“Joel, I’m so wet. So wet for you. Please,” you begged as you reached out for him and grabbed his flexed bicep.

“So needy, sunshine. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take good care of ya. Gonna work ya nice and slow, show you just how good I can make ya feel,” he purred.

He took a step forward and cupped your chin, pulling your eyes up to his. “Eyes on me, sunshine. Focus on me,” he instructed as he took his other hand and started sliding up and down your soft folds as he spread them wide and trailed the tip of his thumb up higher and higher until he was right where he needed to be. He took the pad of his thumb and began slow, meticulous circles over your throbbing clit, starting up that building heat in between your legs.

You moaned as he worked you nice and slow, building up the pressure in the back of your spine as you watched his dark eyes become primal. His black pits hungry for the taste of you. “That’s it, sunshine. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Wanna hear those pretty moans,” he groaned as he sank two fingers into you, sliding up and down, up and down, making you want to lose yourself right there to him.

You heard the wet, sloppy noises as he brought his fingers in and out of you as your slick coated his fingers, heard the sloshing of your throbbing clit as his thumb continued circling and circling your sensitive mound. It was the sound of him claiming you as you poured out your everything to him, and it was so fucking hot.

You moaned out a low, guttural sound as he worked you over and over, up and down, up and down, feeding your pooling arousal, feeding your hunger for him. “Fuck, Joel…” you moaned as you hooked your arms around his neck, your breathing ragged and muddled.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Doin’ so good. Such a good girl. Now let go. Come for me. Almost got ya there,” he grunted as he curled his fingers up inside you, hitting that soft, spongy area that had your legs trembling.

“Joel…I’m gonna…I’m…” your voice trailed off as you couldn’t finish your sentence. You were too fucked out, his fingers were too much. He was too much.

“That’s it, sunshine. Come for me. Let me see that pretty face when I make you orgasm,” he growled from deep in his throat, making your eyes go wide at how dominant he was being.

He pressed deeper into your spongy walls, grew more meticulous with his thumb pressed against your clit. You couldn’t hold on anymore. It was dragging you under, threatening to combust at any second.

You felt the slow tingle start to take you down. The pressure in your spine broke as you clenched around his fingers and felt that white, hot sensation start to take formation all over the entirety of your body. You felt your mouth drop open into an O position and felt your wobbly legs start to crumble beneath you. Joel made sure you stayed stable as he held you up as he wrapped an arm around you, wanting you to ride it out for him safely.

You felt your walls flutter around his fingers as hot liquid started pouring down, covering his fingers, his hand. You moaned his name as you let the orgasm take full effect on you. You were breathing hard and throwing your head back as you kept your eyes barely open, keeping your eyes locked on his pitch black eyes.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fucking girl,” he growled as he curled his fingers up again and again, sliding his fingers deeper and deeper until you could barely take anymore. You were so sensitive right now, it was almost too much.

“One more, give me one more, baby. I’ve got ya. Come for me one more time,” he demanded, talking you through your next building orgasm as you were already so close, almost there.

You cringed up as you felt your eyebrows cling together and your eyes on the verge of tears, but it felt so good, so fucking good. He hit the spongy part over and over again as you felt the white heat return. One more hit and you were gone. You felt your entire body become full of bliss as your orgasm washed over his thick fingers, felt yourself surrender completely to him. You were now his and his alone.

“Fuck, Joel,” you moaned as you scratched your nails down his neck.

“I know, baby. I know. Did so fuckin’ good for me, my perfect girl,” he praised as he slowly took his fingers out of your aching cunt and eagerly licked the slick into his mouth, watching him swallow it all. It was so fucking hot, so intimate, so feral. You loved it.

He caressed the side of your face and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he held your tired body against him. He was so…good. The perfect combination of dominant, sweet, protective, and caring. Oh, so caring. You were head over heels for him, lovesick. And you needed more. Now.

You waited a couple minutes until your breathing slowed down and then placed your hand on his rock hard chest. “Joel?”

“What is it, sweet girl?” he asked with warm honey eyes staring down into yours.

“Need you,” you breathed out as you stared into his searing eyes, watching them turn darker, more carnal.

“Need me inside you?” he asked as he backed you up against the wall, caging you in as his broad shoulders shielded you from the water.

“Yes, please,” you begged.

He took his hand and stroked it up and down your jaw as he slid down to your chin and pulled your mouth up to his, hanging just under an inch from meeting his inviting lips. He ghosted his lips across yours as he slid a hand behind your thigh, picking it up and hooking it behind his back.

“Gonna take ya nice and slow, beautiful.” He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you deeply as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt his erection press against your aching cunt, and then he slowly plunged into you as you felt his thick cock spread you open and split you in half. You were so sore, but he felt too good inside you as he gently started thrusting in and out of you nice and slow, working up another building orgasm.

You moaned into his mouth as you squeezed your legs around him. From this position you could feel all of him, feel every single vibration in your body as his cock drove in and out of you faster, bottoming out at the back of you as you scratched your nails up and down his back as you kissed him harder, more passionately.

He broke off from your lips and trailed kisses up your neck, sinking his mouth down on the most sensitive areas as it sent a wave of slick down your center. You moaned for him, letting him know how good he felt. “Feels so good, Joel. More, give me more,” you begged.

“You want more? I’ll give you more. Hang on tight,” he demanded. He started thrusting deeper as his cock hit the back of you over and over again. He crushed you against the wall as he angled your hips higher as he sank his cock into the spongy, soft part of your walls. It immediately set off the start of your orgasm as you felt the building sensations around your spine start to slowly disperse to your lower regions. He pressed his thumb to your pulsing clit as he rubbed careful circles around the over stimulated area.

“Oh fuck, Joel, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…” you moaned.

“Go on, come for me, sunshine. Let go,” he whispered against your mouth.

All it took was one more press to your clit and one more thrust to your spongy insides, and you were done for. You felt yourself clench around his thick cock and let yourself spill all over him. Your head went foggy as you moaned his name loud as you hugged him tight around his neck.

“Such a good fucking girl, took me so well. My little ray of sunshine,” he praised, making you dizzy from the name little ray of sunshine.

He thrusted in and out of you faster, harder, and then he was clenching his jaw up and knitting his eyebrows together as his dark pupils expanded over his eyes. One more thrust and he was spilling his seed all inside you as he painted the inside of you white, claiming you as his own.

“Fuck. Feels so good inside you, sunshine. Never felt or tasted anything quite as sweet as you.” He pressed his lips to yours and slowly pulled out of you as his seed spilled down the inside of your thighs. That last line he said to you had you swooning. As sweet as you? Fuck. You were in trouble.

You stared up at him and ran your fingers gently through his salt and pepper scruff as water cascaded down his now slicked back hair. He groaned and leaned into your touch as his eyes turned to warm, honey eyes. Your favorite color eyes.

“So what you’re saying is I’m the sweetest girl you’ve ever met?” you asked flirtatiously as you batted your long eyelashes at him.

“Mhm. The sweetest thing to ever land in my arms. You’re such an angel,” he purred as he ran his thumb affectionately against your cheek. You placed your hand over his and squeezed. You never wanted to let this man go. He was yours, just as you were now his.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I’m sure you’re starving now,” he replied as he took the washcloth and ran it up and down your back, cleaning your soaked inner thighs and center gently as he made sure you were clean from head to toe. He was so caring, so thorough, so gentle. You couldn’t get enough, you’d never get enough.

After you both got cleaned up, he wrapped you in a soft, warm burgundy towel before you stepped out of the shower. The mirror was encased in fog, and steam covered the entire bathroom. It smelled like lavender, sex, and him. It smelled delicious.

“You like pancakes?” he asked as he looked you over as you brushed out your tangled hair.

“Do I like pancakes? Absolutely!” you giggled.

“Good ‘cause I’m gonna go make you some breakfast,” he said as he ran a towel through his hair, making it stick up in all directions that left him with a head full of dishevelled hair. You smiled as you ran your fingers through his wild curls as you smoothed them down to perfection.

“Not without me you’re not,” you smiled.

“Deal,” he replied back with a crooked smile that lit up his dazzling brown eyes, making your insides flip flop from how pretty he was. “Well, I’m gonna get dressed and warm up the coffee. Don’t worry, I’ll make yours extra sweet, just like you are.” He kissed your forehead and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door carefully behind him.

You sighed and leaned against the counter as you internally screamed, not able to get the ridiculously huge grin off your face. This was the happiest you’d ever been. He was what made you happy. He was what you’d been missing. Joel Miller. The man of your dreams.

You quickly dried off and went to grab your clean pair of yoga pants from the other room and threw on the grey hoodie that Joel had left for you. God, it smelled just like him. The coffee stench was all over the warm material. You wanted to keep it for yourself, revel in his scent until it was clinging to your skin.

You dried your hair and brushed out the now smooth, clean locks of long hair as the waves tumbled down your shoulders. You took one more look at yourself in the mirror and nodded. Good enough.

When you walked out to the kitchen, Joel had a fresh cup of coffee waiting for you on the counter, along with ingredients to cook the pancakes. It smelled fresh like cinnamon and apples in the room, and it made your mouth water. You took in his figure as he leaned against the kitchen island. His broad shoulders filled the button-up plaid shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like usual. Veins corded his lower arms and wrapped around the backs of his hands. His dark jeans fit him just right as they hugged his muscular legs. His curls were tousled, and he looked ridiculously handsome in the sunlight that was basking from the kitchen window. He must’ve heard you come in because he slowly turned and smiled up at you.

“There you are. I put your cup of coffee right there. Why don’t ya try it and see if ya like it,” he nodded to the porcelain beige cup on the edge of the counter.

You picked it up and smelled French vanilla and cinnamon, your favorite. You took a sip and let the sweet flavor run down your throat as you swallowed the warm liquid. Your eyes lit up as your taste buds hit the super sweet flavor. “This is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had! What did you put in it?” you almost yelled as you took another big gulp.

He smiled and spun the spoon around his cup of black coffee. “Just some cinnamon, milk, French vanilla creamer, and some sugar. It’s not too sweet is it? I put a ton in.”

“No, no. It’s perfect! Really,” you expressed fervently.

“Oh, good. Glad ya like it, sunshine,” he smiled. You blushed at the nickname.

“So, pancakes?” you asked as you looked at all the cooking materials on the counter.

“Mhm, got everything we need. Let me get the stove goin’,” he said as he moved over to the clean, black stove and turned it on. “You want some bacon and eggs?”

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded.

“Alright. Well, I’ll get the bacon and eggs goin’ and you start on the pancakes. Sound okay?” he asked as he grabbed the carton of eggs out of the fridge.

“Sounds like a plan.”

He smiled and got to work cooking. You started reading the back of the pancake mix directions and then went to mixing all the ingredients together. After stirring the eggs and batter together, you poured some mix in the metal pan and placed it over the stove, keeping an eye on them while they cooked.

Joel brushed up against the back of you as he reached for the butter, gently gliding his hand over your hip as he went back to finishing the scrambled eggs. A small smile crept over your lips as you decided to do the same to him. You went to grab a plate from the cabinet above him and slid your hand up his exposed lower arm, grazing your fingertips along his broad shoulders as you turned around and pulled your hand away from him. You heard a quiet hum come from his chest as you could feel a warm smile encase his lips, and it just made you smile more.

You continued the back and forth, the slight touches, the gentle caresses, the flirtatious acts. It was exactly like how you’d picture a happy couple in a romance film. That’s how it felt with Joel. It was so easy, so natural, effortless. It was like you two had been dating for months. It was strange how easy it was, so carefree.

When everything was finished cooking, you grabbed a plate and fork, but there was only one thing that would make the cinnamon pancakes that much better. “Do you have whipped cream?” you asked Joel as he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

“Whipped cream huh? You really do have a sweet tooth, don’t ya?” he laughed.

“Sure do,” you beamed.

“‘Course ya do, darlin,” he chuckled. “Here ya go.” He grabbed a can of whipped cream out of the fridge and handed it to you. When you took it, you grazed his fingers as you swiped the cool metal from him.

“Thanks,” you said. When you opened the can and sprayed some out on top of your pancakes, you were feeling flirtatious and wanted to try something. You sprayed some on your finger and rounded the corner of the kitchen island. When Joel turned your way, you spread the creamy whipped cream across his cheek as some dripped down to his salt and pepper scruff.

His eyes went wide in surprise as he stared down at you, a shocked expression lit up on his face. “Oops,” you replied innocently, putting the whipped cream behind your back on the counter.

“Oops?” he mocked as he wiped the whipped cream off with his finger, cleaning off the cold substance from his cheek.

“It was an accident,” you replied as you broke out into a laugh.

“Mhm, right. C’mere,” he smiled as he hooked his arms around your waist and pulled you to him as you squealed at the playful scene. He smeared the whipped cream on your mouth and pulled you to his broad chest.

“Got ya back,” he said with a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest. Before you could respond, he pulled you in and crushed his lips against yours as he cleaned the whipped cream off with his warm tongue. “Mmm delicious,” he smirked as he pulled back.

Your cheeks went crimson as he caressed your cheek and kissed the top of your head in a gentle, affectionate way. “Go on and eat before your food gets cold, sunshine,” he said as he grabbed his plate and went to sit on one of the barstools. You followed after him and took the seat next to him as you took a bite of the pancakes. The sugary goodness slid down your throat as the hint of cinnamon and whipped cream mixed together. It was delicious and super flavorful.

“You did good on the pancakes,” Joel smiled as he scarfed down another bite, nodding up at you.

“I did my best,” you smiled.

“I could get used to this. Cooking with you more often…” he said quietly as he trailed off, digging his fork into a crumbling scrambled egg.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that too,” you beamed.

After finishing your food, Joel took your plate to the sink and rinsed it off as he put it into the empty dishwasher. “So, I was thinking. Maybe we could drive down to the beach today. I know this amazing seafood restaurant that I think you’d really like. Since you told me how much you love clam chowder, I know the best place for that. And if it gets cold, I have a blanket in the back of the truck. Maybe we could watch the sunset, if ya wanted.”

You watched him wash the last dish with his back turned to you, his broad shoulders hugging the red plaid shirt, making it impossibly tight over his massive muscles. You sat there with your elbows on the counter and your hands under your chin. You were admiring him in full. Admiring the thoughtful man that planned the entire date out with things that you’d like to do. You were swooning at how thoughtful and kind he was. He was really trying to impress you and he had passed with flying colors. You just couldn’t get enough of listening to that deep, southern, charming lull of a voice. It was completely hypnotic and soothing, a voice you’d never get enough of. You got lost in your thoughts, and Joel had to pry you from the hypnotic trace you were under.

“What do ya think of that, sunshine?” He looked over at you as he wiped his hands off on a beige hand towel and laid it back on the counter.

“Sounds absolutely perfect,” you said dreamily, a slow smile curling up over your lips.

Joel smiled at you and nodded. “Perfect. Well, let’s try to head out in half an hour. Go on and finish getting ready. I’ll finish up in here.”

“Okay.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you turned back towards the bathroom to finish getting ready.

The red Chevy quietly hummed on the highway as you headed to Brighton Beach. Journey played softly through the speakers as Joel gently trailed his hand up and down your thigh affectionately, making tingling sensations run through the course of your body. You brought your hand down on his, and he smiled up at you as he squeezed your thigh softly.

“You miss Florida?” Joel asked as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Mmm yeah. I do. I miss home. The sunshine, the white sandy beaches, my family,” you replied in a quiet voice.

“I’m sure ya do. You hear from your family often?”

“Sometimes. They know I’ve been busy, so they don’t call too much. I kinda wish they would.” Your voice came out lower than you wanted it to as you looked out the window, watching the fall breeze blow past you as a pair of seagulls flew by high in the bright sky.

Joel must’ve felt your somber mood because he tightened his grip on your thigh and looked over at you. He had a concerned look on his face as he flicked his eyes over you. “You alright there, sunshine?”

“Mhm, I’m fine,” you said with tight lips.

Joel hummed under his breath as if he didn’t believe you and turned his eyes back on the road. It was quiet for the next few minutes as you gazed out the window, watching the tall buildings and cars go by in a blur. The only thing that was keeping you grounded was Joel pressing slow circles with his calloused thumb against the top of your thigh. It was soothing and peaceful. The calm to the storm that was churning inside you.

You watched the beach come into view as you saw the gentle, blue waves roll in and out as they lapped in and out of the shoreline. The sun shined down on the boardwalk as people walked up and down the way with dogs on leashes and couples strolling hand in hand. It wasn’t too busy, just the right amount of people out on a cool, breezy day.

“I was hopin’ takin’ ya to the beach would bring you a little peace. I know you’ve been missin’ home, so I thought this might help and make ya happy,” he confessed as he turned down the narrow street, only a couple miles from the beach now.

“Oh…” You turned your face towards him and gave him a sincere, heartfelt look as your eyes started to water. “You did this…for me?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, sunshine. I love when your face lights up when you’re happy. Just wanna see that glow shine bright over that beautiful face.” He brought your hand up to his lips and gently kissed your knuckles, grazing his lips softly over the back of your hand. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he brought your hand down in his lap and held it tight, his fingers curling around yours as he stroked his thumb across the top of your hand.

Oh. He was doing this all for you. For you. To see your smiling face, to make you happy? What an incredible man…

Your entire body was tingling from the gentle caresses he was stroking across your hand. Your heart was so full, beating only for the man that held you close, for the man that would do anything to make you happy. He was so…wonderful. Joel was sensational, amazing.

Joel found an open parking spot right next to the beach and parked the truck. When you hopped out, you hugged the hoodie closer to you as the cool breeze ran through you. Joel locked up the truck, and you followed after him towards the beach.

“The restaurant’s just a couple blocks away. You gettin’ hungry at all?” he asked as his shoulder gently brushed your arm.

“Actually, yeah.”

“C’mon then, sunshine. Let me show you the best seafood place in New York.” He took your hand and guided you forward, leading you to the restaurant. It didn’t take any convincing at all. You’d follow him anywhere.

Joel was right. The food was amazing, fresh, and the best clam chowder you’d ever tasted. It made you miss Florida even more. After the delicious meal, Joel took you back over to the beach, where you spent the rest of the evening.

He took your hand in his and entwined his fingers into yours as you walked along the shoreline, each wave lapping closer and closer to your feet as the waves blew in nice and slow. You focused on the soft crashing of the ocean waves, took in the salty, breezy air, listened as the seagulls sang their songs to each other, focused on the calming serenity the ocean always gave you. It felt heavenly to be back at the beach. You didn’t realize just how much you missed it.

“It’s so beautiful here,” you smiled as you looked out on the shining, blue waters, feeling Joel’s hand clasp around you tighter.

“Yeah, it sure is,” he answered with a sigh. You looked over at him, but he wasn’t looking at the water. He was looking at you.

Oh. You blushed and continued walking along the warm, smooth sand. Your free hand tugging at the strings of Joel’s hoodie and then stuffing your hand into the fleece pocket.

“You cold?” Joel asked as he eyed you up and down carefully.

“A little,” you nodded.

“Let me grab the blanket out of the truck real quick. You okay right here for a minute while I go grab it?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you replied.

“Alright, be back in just a second.” He turned and walked up to the truck, kicking up dirt from the back of his heels.

You turned and watched the waves come in and out to the shore. It was quiet here now. Barely anyone around. It was like you and Joel had the entire beach to yourselves which was actually really nice. This date had turned out perfect. And now you were going to watch the sunset with Joel Miller? It really couldn’t get better than this.

When he came back, he wrapped the tan, fleece blanket around your shoulders and guided you to a dry patch of sand in the middle of the beach. When he sat down, he spread his legs and folded you into him as he brought you back to rest against his broad chest as his arms circled around your waist. His right hand found yours as he entwined his fingers in yours and leaned his head against your shoulder.

God, it felt good. So romantic, so right. Being in his arms like this made you feel so protected, cared for, seen. You never wanted this day to end, never wanted your time to be over with Joel. And you hoped it never would have to because that would break you into a million pieces, and you were already broken. A shattered vase that kept cracking every day you had to step into that theater. Into that dark, cold lion’s den as the hyenas circled you, waiting to drag you down without a fighting chance to make it out alive.

“You know, I don’t make it out to the beach that often. Haven’t actually been here but once before,” Joel replied as he looked out into the blue horizon.

“You not really a beach guy or what?” you asked as you dug your feet into the soft sand.

“No, no. I like the beach. Guess I just don’t like goin’ by myself. It’s always better with company.” He slid his thumb over yours as the calloused fingers dug into yours, the perfect combination of rough and soft.

“When I was back in Florida, I’d go out to the beach every day and just sit there, taking in the sun and crystal clear water. It was my happy place. It always calmed me down, brought me peace after a hard day. So thank you, for bringing me here. I really needed this.” You shifted your weight and leaned back into him as your head leaned against the crook of his neck.

“Anytime, sunshine, anytime.”

The next few minutes were silent as you focused on the muted lapping of the waves against the sand. The sun was starting to set in the far distance as the sky turned a murky orange and red hue as sunlight painted the vibrant canvas in the sky. A pair of brown pelicans flew off in the distance as they disappeared behind the tall, lit up lighthouse that was off to the right of the beach. It was just like you were in Florida. Almost. Not quite as pretty, but it felt like home away from home.

Home. You missed home so badly. Your family, your friends, your dog, Sandy. You didn’t quite realize how alone you really felt in this state until you were cast as the swan queen. Didn’t really know the true meaning of loneliness until you felt extremely isolated and cast out at the theater with your strict coach and your back stabbing dance partner. It was all weighing heavy on you all of a sudden, crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

You took a deep breath, taking in the salt water air and listening to the water in the distance, focusing on how it lapped at the edges of the sand as it gently rolled back into the ocean gracefully. You closed your eyes and focused on each calculated breath, pretending you were back home, pretending that you were in the presence of your mom and dad, remembering how proud they were that you were following your dreams out in New York.

Dreams. Those dreams felt like nightmares now, just like a cold, sharp knife that drove down into your back, starting at your shoulder blades and working nice and slow all the way down your spine as the blood pooled down your body, emptying you of every ounce until you were washed up and dead to the world. That’s how it felt at the theater with all the fakes and demanding instructors. You felt picked apart, unalive, and wasted. And it was tearing you apart completely.

Your dream was to be a star in a huge ballet, one that you’d been dreaming about ever since you were a little girl. You swore to your mom that you’d get the part when you were older. You’d show all those other dancers who was the best, who was worthy. And that’s exactly what you did. You got your wish, so you should be grateful. Instead, you felt like your feet were chained to the floor and your arms were tied behind your back, unable to escape, unable to do anything of free will but dance until your feet bled and your body broke down from exhaustion.

This wasn’t what you wanted anymore. At least not here. Not with this company. It might be different if you had a less strict instructor, maybe a different dance partner that didn’t threaten you for not giving them what they wanted. Maybe if you had some nice girl friends, ones that were supportive. Not ones that tried to take your place and laughed when you fell or got yelled at.

But you wanted to dance. You wanted this more than anything. You wanted to be the swan, but it was getting so hard. Every day felt like a nail to your ankles, the metal slowly pulling you apart piece by piece. And the anxiety, the depression, the weight of the entire show. It was getting too much. It was too much. Too wearying, too demanding, too crippling. It was getting too heavy, and you knew it. But you pushed through every day somehow, always finding the will to go back in that auditorium and dance your heart out. But where was your heart now? It was long lost at sea, adrift in the murky waters of the dark depths of the ocean, lost to the void.

“Do you ever just want to run away? Go someplace far away, just for a little bit?” you asked quietly as you kept your eyes on the calm, salty water in the distance.

Joel shifted behind you as he brought you closer. “Sometimes,” he replied in a subdued voice.

“I think about leaving all the time…” Your voice tainted off on the last word, your voice barely above a mere whisper.

“Where would you go?” he asked as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, making your insides shiver against his touch.

You thought for a minute, letting your racing thoughts calm a bit. “Somewhere far across the ocean. Maybe back home. Maybe someplace where it was quiet and I could hear clearly inside my own mind,” you sighed as you sat forward, just barely out of Joel’s grasp.

One more day. Only one more day until you had to go back to that god awful auditorium. Back to being chained to the floor while they threw you to the wolves, screaming at you as the wolves tore you apart, ripping you to shreds as you screamed bloody murder without so much as a single hand to save you. You wanted it to be over, needed it to be over so you could breathe again. Instead, you were suffocated day after day in that theatre of horrors.

Only one more day. One more day. You tried to focus on the calming waves that lapped at the sand, but the hurricane was coming down on you hard in your mind. Your insides were being ripped apart by the shrouded winds, the riptides pulling you under as the waves crashed over you, sinking you into the deep abyss with no way out.

Stay in the light, keep your head above water. Swim, swim! Harder, faster, keep afloat, keep your head up. But the tsunami was closing in on you, the voices completely drowning out any comprehension you had just seconds ago. Instead, it was all taken over by voices from the theatre. Carlotta, Pierre, all the other dancers.

Faster, sharper arms, point your toes, practice longer, again, repeat it a second time, be vigilant, no breaks, you don’t need to eat, keep your head up, smile. Where are you going, little swan? Don’t leave, let’s have some fun, come on now, don’t be shy. Swan!

You shook your head and tried to drown out the voices, but you couldn’t. You were losing the battle fast as your mind turned dark, and then suddenly you were pulled under the deep depths. Drowning and sinking as you ran out of air. A wave of anxiety hit you so hard that it felt as if you were underwater. Suffocating and screaming for help. No one could hear you, no one except for Joel…

You bit your lip hard as you held back a choked breath as you focused on the calm water, where there was peace in front of you. But it didn’t work, it didn’t work. A silent tear escaped your eye and slid down your face slowly as you felt the cold moisture glide down to your chin. You discreetly wiped your eye with the sleeve of the hoodie, but Joel noticed. He always noticed.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked as he tried to get you to look at him as he reached out for you, his hand soft against your shoulder.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you lied in a clipped tone, your eyes focused on the damp sand just feet from you.

“Now I know that’s a lie. C’mon, baby. Talk to me. What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” You sniffled a little as you held back tears, not wanting to dump your problems on him.

“It’s not nothing, I hear you tearing up. Now look at me,” he said as he reached out his hand and grazed it against your cheek.

You shook your head and said no, but he tried again anyways. “Look at me,” he demanded in a soft, lilty voice as he cupped your chin and turned your face towards him. You kept your eyes down on the ground as you felt the tears building again, almost threatening to spill if you gave in. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t.

He called your name softly and it hit your heartstrings as they pulled and split apart. “Look at me, baby. That’s it,” he encouraged as you pulled your eyes up to meet his gaze, and that’s when you broke. When you saw those deep, concerned eyes staring down at you, you couldn’t hold it in. Couldn’t pretend anymore that you were okay because you weren’t. Not in the least bit.

You crashed into his arms and wrapped your arms around him tightly as you let the tears spill freely. Let the weight of everything crash over you as the panic set in. Joel enveloped you in his arms and stroked the back of your hair in slow, gentle strides as he tried to soothe you of your breakdown.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe. You’re with me. I got you, I got you. Shhhh.” He soothed you as he kept his hand running through your long locks as you quietly cried into the plaid material of his button-up. You stayed like that for a few minutes, tucked into his side, trying to compose yourself again as you washed away all the tears before you could speak again.

Joel’s warm embrace and his gentle touches against the back of your hair were so soothing, so peaceful. He was your anchor, pulling you out from the dark depths of the sea and back into the light where you could breathe freely. He was like a fresh breath of spring, the one thing that could calm you down and ground you back to earth.

You were like a willow tree with low hanging branches getting pulled every which way. Carlotta, Pierre, the other dancers trying to drag you out of the ground, take all your dying roots and rip them out of the soil. But Joel was the one thing that could keep you rooted. The one that could tether you down to the ground and keep your roots alive with water and special care. He was like oxygen to your lungs, keeping you thriving and vibrant. A life spring of water just for you, to keep you alive.

As you brought your face out of his chest and looked up at him, he cupped your chin and wiped away the last remaining tear on your cheek with his calloused thumb. He was staring down at you with warm, honey eyes, his eyebrows knit together as his forehead creased in concern.

“It’s the theater. Ain’t it?” he asked with a knowing look written all over his face.

“Mhm,” you hummed out.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked as he caressed his thumb gently over your cheek affectionately.

You nodded slowly. “I just feel so overwhelmed. It’s too much. They’re demanding too much out of me. And everyone is so unkind, and I just feel like an outsider and no one wants me there. And I feel so alone, so painfully alone. Like I could cry out for help and no one would hear me. Nobody heard me but you…” you said in a tense, hushed voice. Your breathing coming out shallow as you stared into those brown pools of honey as they melted into yours.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry…” His voice trailed off as he stroked up and down your back soothingly, taking away your panic slowly but surely. “I’m sorry they’ve made ya feel that way, that they made you feel so small, so fragile. But listen to me. You’re a rare gemstone. A delicate, beautiful dancer. You are so special, so fucking special. And you deserve the world. You deserve to be treated right. You deserve much better than how that sick, twisted ballet company treats you. You deserve so much more, sunshine. So much.” His knitted brows relaxed, but he was staring at you so passionately, so intensely that your mouth was slightly agape at the words that just came out of his mouth. You were speechless, didn’t know what to say. All you could think was how wonderful he was and how had this man ended up in your life at the perfect time.

“I wish I could take it all away from you, all your worries, all your tears. I don’t like seein’ ya cry and definitely don’t like seein’ ya hurt. If ya want to walk out of that theater, then I will gladly support you in that decision. They’re breaking ya, sunshine. And I don’t wanna see you broken, baby. I wanna keep you in one piece. Wanna see you shine like I know you do.” He gave you an encouraging smile as he pulled a lock of hair behind your ear as he gently grazed your jawline with his thumb.

“How did you stumble into my life at exactly the right time I needed you?” you asked in disbelief as your eyes got watery again as you ran your fingers gently through his salt and pepper scruff.

“Guess I was sent there for a reason and that reason was you. To find you, my sweet girl.” He continued to graze his thumb over your jawline and cheek, sending bursts of serotonin through your racing heart, silently calming the hurricane in your body.

“Joel, you saved me. If I wouldn’t have met you, I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done at this point. You pulled me back into the light, showed me that I’m not truly alone here. You’ve been so very careful and gentle with me, and I just can’t thank you enough for keeping me afloat when I was constantly getting dragged under the deep end. You’re so…important to me.” You kept your eyes locked on his as he pulled you in closer. He picked you up in his lap and held you against his chest as his arms wrapped around you, blanketing you with warmth.

“And you are important to me, sweet girl. Such a little ray of sunshine when you smile. My pretty girl.” He pulled you in and softly kissed your lips as he hugged you to his body. You kissed him back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in his mahogany scent as you drank him in. When the two of you pulled apart, he kept you close to his chest as he held you securely. You’d never felt that safe in your entire life.

“What are you gonna do?” he asked as he looked over your shoulder at the setting sun, watching as purples and pinks swirled together in the orange, amber sky.

You sighed as you answered back. “I’m going to stay. I need to see this through. I just need to get through these two months. I need to, for my own sanity. I want this part. I want to dance. I’m just afraid I’m losing my passion for it because this company has been the absolute worst experience of my life, and it’s doing everything in its power to drag me down.” You cringed up as your eyes turned somber and your insides felt hollow.

“Hey, look at me.” Joel cupped your chin and turned you to face him. He kept his eyes directly on you as he spoke. “You are the swan. You are powerful, passionate, beautiful, graceful, and a force to be reckoned with. You are so talented and gonna knock ‘em dead on opening night. Use that gift of yours to light up the stage. And if you’re ever doubting yourself or thinkin’ you’re not good enough, just think of me. Because I believe in you. You are more than good enough, you are perfect. I’ve never seen anybody else dance quite like you do. You’re one of a kind, sunshine. And you’re gonna go big places.”

“Oh, Joel, that’s…that’s…” You couldn’t believe he had just said those beautiful things to you. God, you were so head over heels for this man. He was so good, too good. “You’re amazing,” you finally breathed out, finishing your sentence.

“Nah, I wouldn’t say that. Just wanna make ya happy, wanna take care of ya,” he smiled as his brown eyes flashed your way.

“You do, Joel. You do,” you nodded.

He smirked down at you as he planted a quick kiss to your forehead. “Don’t focus on your instructor or any of the other dancers. Just try to keep your mind cleared, relax your body, take some deep breaths, and think of me if you start to panic. Let me demonstrate. Okay, look at me. Eyes on me,” he instructed. You followed his instructions and kept your eyes on him.

“Good. Focus on me, only me. Nice deep breaths,” he said as he inhaled and exhaled nice and slow. You followed his lead and did as he said. You instantly felt better after about a minute, but looking at his soft features really helped. Being in his presence and his arms helped.

“Alright, nice job, sunshine. That’s what I want you to do every day. Just focus on the music, on how your body is feeling, then focus on me. I can calm ya down, make sure you’re not drowning in all of the chaos. I’ll keep ya in the light. I always will,” he promised as he grazed his thumb over your bottom lip, sending electricity through your spine.

“Is that a promise?” you asked with hope in your eyes.

“Yes, it’s a promise,” he nodded.

“No one’s ever cared about me the way that you do…” you whispered, overwhelmed with emotions that were stirring like a tidal wave inside you.

“Well, I care a great deal for ya, sweetheart. I’m really glad I met you, my sweet girl.”

You smiled up at him and he returned the same warm grin. He slowly pulled you back in and locked his lips with yours as he gave you a passionate, steady kiss. He tasted like coffee, honey, and your future. It was etched in the crease of his lips, a promise to be yours forever. You could taste it, feel it. And you knew, you knew then. You were in love with him. You were so deeply in love.

You spent the next half hour safe in his arms as you watched the sun gracefully go down behind the fluffy clouds. The sky was lit up like a paint canvas. Extraordinary colors encompassing the clear sky as shades of purples, pinks, oranges, and reds danced together, mixing into a beautiful ray of water colors. The water gently lapped at the shore as you heard dolphins whistling at each other offshore in the far distance, barely seeing their tails leave the water as they slapped at the surface gracefully. The salty air filled your lungs and set a wave of calmness through you. And it was almost like you were back home. Almost, just almost.

You were almost at peace, the stirring storm inside you calmed for now. And it was all because of Joel. Your undying light in a sea of darkness when you could barely find your way out. He was your peace, and he saved you. Again. And he’d continue to save you. For as long as you needed him. Your gentle, brooding savior. Your rescuer.

Yours.

As you drove back to the city, you let the evening lights fade into view as you rested your head against the cold widow. Today had been absolutely perfect, the best date you had ever been on. Joel was such a romantic, a sweet southern gentleman. And you were a complete hopeless romantic for him and his brown syrupy eyes. Never wanting to forget this day as it was grounded into your brain for eternity.

As the glow of the tall buildings came into focus, you realized just how close you were to being back at your apartment. That’s where Joel was taking you, back to your place. Back to that empty, lonely room where your mind would slowly eat you alive until you were a puddle of anxiety on the floor.

“I hope ya had fun today, darlin’,” he drawled as he turned a corner, stopping at a red light as he looked over at you.

“I had the best time with you. Thank you for doing that. For taking me on the best date, for taking me to the beach, for everything.” You smiled at him as you pushed a hand through his messy curls. He groaned at the response of your touch, a deep sigh running through his chest as he hit the gas pedal when the light turned green.

“Anytime, sunshine. I’m glad ya had fun. I’d like to uhh do it again sometime, take ya on another date. If you want to, that is,” he said with a blush flushing his exposed neck, his nerves driving the rest of the sentence out of his mouth.

He was so cute when he was nervous. Especially when he was acting all shy. He was absolutely adorable when he was like that. “I’d love to go on another date with you,” you beamed at him, your smile meeting your cheeks as your wide grin spread across your glowing face.

“Good, that’s good,” he smiled as he focused on the dark road ahead of him.

You were just a few blocks from your apartment now, almost time to say goodbye to Joel. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be alone in that quiet, empty place. Didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts because that’s when the racing anxiety would crowd your mind and take over, sending you into panic attacks and hysteria.

Three more blocks, two more blocks, one more block. You didn’t want him to leave, you wanted him to stay. Don’t go, don’t go. Stay, stay with me. Your mind was a mess, you were a wreck. You wanted to go back to his place with him, wanted him to wrap you tight in his arms again under his warm sheets where it was safe and sound. Wanted him to take away all your worries as you got wrapped up in him completely, wanted his calloused fingers to explore every crevice of your body again as you fell apart again and again under his touch. You couldn’t ask him any of this though. You were being selfish. It was too much, you were being too much.

The truck came to a complete halt as he parked right next to your blue painted door, the engine humming softly as the background noise of the radio faded away. You didn’t want to get out, you just wanted to stay. Stay with him. Stay, stay, ask him, ask him.

Joel turned towards you as he put an arm across the back of your seat, taking a moment to breathe before he spoke. “I had a really great time with ya today. You’re pretty good company.” A warm smile encompassed his lips as his pretty brown eyes honed yours.

“Yeah, I feel the same,” you smiled back. “Joel, thank you again. For being there for me, for showing me I’m not truly alone here,” you said quietly as your voice trailed off.

“Oh, sunshine.” He hooked a lock of hair behind your ear as he grazed his calloused fingers down your jaw, sending vibrations buzzing through your body as it drowned out the anxious thoughts. “You’re not alone, not as long as I’m here. I’ll always be here for ya, whenever you need me. I’ll always come to your rescue.”

You could feel a tear trying to break free behind your eyelids, but you choked it down. Now was not the time for tears. You just smiled and nodded at him, mouthing thank you in response. He pulled you to him and your lips locked together as his fingers gently entwined in your hair, feeling every smooth surface of his lips against yours.

When the kiss ended, you had a hard time pulling away. You wanted to stay where it was warm, where it was safe. But it was time to go inside. You couldn’t keep him here in the truck all night. Even if you wanted to.

You hesitated to grab your practice bag that sat underneath your feet, but you slowly fetched it as you brought it up to your thighs unhurriedly. It felt like the biggest weight on your chest as you knew you were about to get out of the Chevy, leaving Joel and entering that lonely, miserable apartment that only reminded you that it was almost Monday.

Instead of throwing a sad, muted expression, you gently smiled up at him as you said your goodbye. “Well, goodnight. Today was perfect.” You put your hand on the cool metal handle and barely pulled, opening the truck door the tiniest bit.

“Goodnight, my little ray of sunshine. Can’t wait to see your pretty face again.” Little ray of sunshine. You loved that nickname. He grazed the side of your upper arm as you felt the slow burn all the way through the thick fleece material of the hoodie. It pulled low, and you could feel it in the back of your spine.

You sat in place as you looked out the tinted window, staring at your pale blue door with the number four staring holes into your eyes, taunting you to come back into its empty, hollow abyss while it tore your mind apart. You stared absentmindedly ahead of you, not wanting to get up, not wanting to leave the comfort of Joel. But you had to. You had to.

It’s like Joel had a sixth sense around you, he could always feel when something was wrong. He could read your emotions, feel your racing thoughts like he could hear them in his mind too. Maybe he was just so in tune with your body now that he could tell when something was wrong, when something was off. But before you overstayed your welcome, you opened the passenger side door fully and scooted to the edge of the leather seat, almost jumping down onto the concrete.

Before you could get far, Joel shot his arm out and latched his hand around your wrist, stopping you before you could walk away. You slowly turned and you could see his gaze steadily on you as he ran his other hand through his wild curls.

“Do you wanna come back with me, stay the night again? You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, but I just figured maybe you’d want to. Don’t really wanna leave ya alone in there tonight. I’d feel better if you came back with me so I could hold you in my arms again. Right where you belong…” He trailed off as his words came off quiet and calm, the air around you thick with tension.

He wanted you to go back with him so he could hold you in his arms? Oh…

You felt your eyes widen as the realization set in. “Oh, uhhh actually, yeah. There’s nothing else I’d rather do,” you said earnestly as you stared at him with glistening eyes.

“Alright, go get your stuff then. I’ll be waitin’ out here.”

You nodded as you pushed yourself out of the truck, grabbing your bag as you searched for the keys at the bottom. You grabbed them up and placed the key in the lock, twisting and pushing the door open. You were welcomed with the cold air and dark room. You flipped the switch on and got busy gathering up clothes, toiletries, and practice clothes. In case you stayed Sunday night too.

When you finished up, you locked up the apartment and climbed back in the truck as you slammed the door and buckled your seatbelt up.

“You have everything?” he asked as he watched you place your now full bag on the ground.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Good. Let’s go home then,” he smiled as he put the truck in drive and pulled out of the parking place, taking his place on the road again. He gently grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your knuckles, grazing his plush lips against your soft skin as he brought your hand down into his lap, entangling your fingers with his. It felt so good, so right. So very right.

Home. He just said home. It wasn’t your home, but it felt like home. He was your new home. That’s exactly how he felt. He was your sanctuary, your safe space, your light.

He held you so tight that night, his calloused fingers trailing up and down your body as they soothed you, comforted you into a gentle lull of sweet dreams. This was what Heaven felt like, what having a guardian angel felt like. And he was home. He was your home. Joel.

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Part 5

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DEBUT - Invisible

Rafe Cameron x Reader Taylor Swift AU

OMFG I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Warnings: Not with the OBX plot, language, rafe is kinda a douche, not proofread

She can't see the way your eyes, light up when you smile. She'll never notice how you stop and stare whenever she walks by.

You and Rafe had been best friends since kindergarten. Rafe had stopped a group of girls from pushing you around on the playground and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. You and Rafe were now eighteen years old. Through your many years of friendship, you'd seen Rafe develop into a, for lack of a better term, fuck-boy. He'd have sex with basically any girl who would flirt with him, which was a lot.

Now, there was a girl that Rafe just couldn't get enough of. Sofia had just moved to the Outerbanks and had slept with Rafe on her first night here. You had heard all about her, how different she was from any other girl on the island, how gorgeous she was, and of course, what an amazing lay she was.

Rafe was hooked on her. It was odd to you, since in your 13 years of friendship, he had never once had a girlfriend. Now all of a sudden, Sofia was the one.

From your perspective, Sofia didn't seem interested in anything aside from being friends with benefits with Rafe, really only utilizing the benefits part.

And you can't see me wanting you the way you want her, but you are everything to me.

At some point during those thirteen years, you had developed feelings for Rafe. And those feelings turned into an unrequited love. Of course, Rafe had no idea about your romantic feelings toward him, but you thought about him all the time. He was basically your only friend, because everyone else who lived in the Outerbanks was scared of him.

And I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. She's never gonna love you like I want to. And you just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

You longed to tell Rafe how you truly felt, but you knew there was no way he felt the same. You were the complete opposite of Sofia. She was gorgeous and popular, just Rafe's type. You always let Rafe have the limelight in the friendship, to the point where sometimes you'd feel invisible when around others. But you knew deep down, you and Rafe would be amazing together. He was pining after someone who didn't care, who didn't love him. And it was agony.

There's a fire inside of you that can't help but shine through. She's never gonna see the light no matter what you do.

Sofia just could not see how amazing Rafe was. He was so protective of the people he loved. His family, you, and unfortunately, her. You'd seen her disregard him, fully rolling her eyes at his offer to drive her home after she had gotten too drunk at a party. Later, after they had hooked up while you watched a movie downstairs, he had driven her home, leaving you alone in Tannyhill. When he got back, you had told him and he just said, "No, she was just being Sofia. Didn't wanna leave her friends, ya' know?"

And all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be.

After he said that you wanted to shake him. Shake him and say, "Rafe she is only using you for your money and for your dick. She doesn't want to be with you. Why don't you realize that?" But you couldn't. Sofia made Rafe happy, and he deserves to be happy after having such a crummy childhood. You couldn't ruin that for him.

And I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. She's never gonna love you like I want to. And you just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

But all you could think of was how good you and Rafe would be together. You knew everything about him. His favorite movies, foods, what side of the bed he sleeps on, his favorite mug, his coffee order. And Sofia? All she knew about him was the size of the condoms he wears. How is that love?

Like shadows in a faded light, oh, we're invisible. I just want to open your eyes and make you realize.

You and Rafe had decided during Junior year that you'd go to all of your future school dances together. He didn't want to ask a hook-up, afraid they'd get the wrong idea and want a relationship, and you were too scared to ask someone, and everyone else was too scared to ask you because of Rafe.

Your heart broke when Rafe told you the day before Homecoming that he had asked Sofia. He was dropping you off at home after school. You had gotten out of his truck before turning around and leaning your crossed arms on the open window.

"Oh hey, my dress for tomorrow is light blue, so do not wear a tie that clashes or my mom will kill you. She's expecting good pictures."

Rafe looked like a deer in headlights.

"Fuck. I totally thought I had told you, I'm so sorry. I, uh, I asked Sofia to go with me." He looked at you with so much sympathy, truly sorry that he was ditching you.

You willed yourself not to cry, forcing a smile.

"Oh! No, it's totally ok. I mean you like her, so it's only natural you'd want to go with her. Don't worry about it!" You had to stop yourself from rambling. You began to turn away from the window, far too embarrassed to continue the conversation. His hand on your arm stopped you.

You turned back to see him leaning over the center console.

"Hey, you should still come. I'm sure Sofia wouldn't mind, I can text her-"

"Rafe stop. I don't want to third-wheel. Go with her. It's ok. I'll just..." You blink away the tears. "I'll just watch movies or something." You smile. "Just let me know how the night goes, kay?" He nods, not convinced that you're ok, but doesn't push further. You wave goodbye as you walk into your house before letting the tears fall.

I just wanna show you, she don't even know you. Baby, let me love you, let me want you. You just see right through me, but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.

You told your mom that you were feeling too sick to go to the dance.

"But what about Rafe?"

"He found someone to go with, don't worry about him."

You spent the night alone in your room, not paying attention to the movies playing on your laptop. You had sent Rafe a text almost three hours ago and hadn't received a reply. He always texted right back. No matter what.

have fun tonight and don't do anything I wouldn't do... ;)

You contemplated deleting it but ended up deciding not to. You were just being clingy. He was finally on a date with the girl he liked. Of course, he won't reply right away. He'd reply eventually, wouldn't he?

She can't see the way your eyes light up when you smile.

The next morning, you have no texts from him. But his Instagram has a new post of the pictures he had taken with her the night before. Sofia looks gorgeous, in the same light blue color you were planning on wearing. Then, you notice that she isn't looking at him in any of the photos while Rafe is looking at her like she was the love of his life.

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb for the rest of the day, not wanting it to alert you when he eventually texts you back.

fuck, just saw this, so sorry

it was great! thx for being so understanding about the whole date thing

ur literally the best friend ever

YAYAYAY! I know i said i was gonna wait until the ghostface au was finished but while i was away i had so many ideas about this. next chapter is...

Fearless: You Belong With Me

[jellyfishbeansontoast]

Feel better now?

pairing: robin x reader no plot just kissing, implied homophobia and a fight

One black eye and a cut up face later, prom was finally over. Of course you could leave it up to Jason to ruin your night. You hadn’t even thought about what you were doing, one minute you could hear him laughing in the corner, calling Robin horrible names, and the next you were fighting. It had been Steve who dragged you away, your arms still flailing around as he pulled you back. Once you caught sight of Robin, her mouth still open in shock, you crumbled. Your body went limp and you would’ve fallen face first on the floor had Steve not been holding you up still.

Now you’re sitting on the counter of her bathroom whilst she patches you up. She’s been silent the whole time and the pang of guilt sitting in your stomach is only getting worse.

“Robs?”

“Hmm” she hums in reply, not looking up from where she’s dabbing your cheek.

“I’m sorry” your voice cracks and the tears well up in your eyes. That finally gets her to look at you. Nothing breaks her heart more than seeing you so helpless, all because you were defending her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” she rubs her thumb over your lips. You grab her wrist, turning your face so it lays in her hand. She pushes your hair out of your face, putting the cloth down on the counter. “Just don’t go beating everyone up.”

You pull your eyes away from where they’ve been absentmindedly tracing the curves of her cupids bow. “Do you not think I look hot all beat up?” you tease, trying to diffuse the mood.  She snorts, her nose crinkling in the familiar way you adore. “See, you do” you waggle your eyebrows at her, hissing at the pain that shoots through your eye.

She slides you forward on the counter and your legs hook round her waist. “I always think you’re hot” she mumbles between kissing all over your face, avoiding the cut areas. She lands a soft kiss on your nose and begins to pull back but you’re hungry for more, pulling her back for a proper kiss, something that you’ve been yearning to do the entire evening. Your hands tangle in her hair whilst hers hold you gently by the waist. “Feel better now?” she asks against your lips.

“Yes doc.”

[xxrainstorm]

Restless

Pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x reader

Word Count: 1167 Cross posted Wattpad

cw / tags: Somnophilia, P in V, CNC?

18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Authors note: pretty much porn without plot. Sorry not sorry. Again I’m relatively new to this. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Love y’all

You wake up feeling restless as ever. Rolling over to peek at your alarm clock the bright red numbers reading 2:37 am. You groan and roll back over in attempt to fall back asleep and that's when you notice him. Your boyfriend Joakim was asleep next to you. He wasn't supposed to get home from tour until later that morning meaning he must've gotten home early and wanted to surprise you. You can't help but cuddle into him resting your head on his chest draping your leg across him. You lay there listening to his soft breaths watching his chest rise and fall while admiring his beauty in the soft orangy-pink glow of your salt lamp. He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast of his tattoos against the rest of his skin in the dim light. You slowly start tracing them running your fingers lightly across his bare chest. 

And that's when you feel it. His cock twitched under your thigh and was starting to harden below your leg. You can't help but slowly rake your hand down his chest lower and lower mouth watering as you felt him get harder and harder in his sleep. 

A wicked thought crosses your mind and you slowly lower yourself so that you are eye level with his dick . You hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and begin tugging them down as gently as possible careful not to wake him. His large cock springs free slapping against his stomach causing him to stir and let out a small groan. 

"Shhhhh baby" You soothe him grabbing his thick member and giving him a few gentle strokes. You bend down and lick him once up his shaft before giving him a small peck on his tip. You take him into your mouth slowly bobbing up and down a few times coating him in your saliva. 

His eyelids flutter and he lightly moans still deep in his sleep. You can't help but wonder if he's dreaming about you. 

You quickly discard of your panties and swing your leg over his hips straddling him. He shifts nuzzling himself further into the mattress letting out a deep sigh before stilling again. You grab him gently gliding his cock up and down your slick folds teasing yourself with his tip until he is sufficiently drenched in your arousal. 

Having enough of your own teasing you align his tip with your soaked entrance and slowly sink down onto him. You stay focused on his soft facial features the sudden tightness causes his brows to furrow, a noise escapes the back of this throat but he is still lost in deep in his slumber. You can't help but let out a small whimper as his thick cock stretches you to your limit. 

You give yourself a minute to adjust to his size before gently place your palm flat on his chest bracing yourself beginning to slowly rocking your hips. 

A throaty moan escapes your lips as you pick up speed and you catch him starting to stir, eyelids fluttering but at this point you are so lost in your own pleasure riding him that you could care less if he awoke. In fact the idea of him waking to you using him and coming undone around him turns you on even more. As you get closer and closer to your release your rhythm gets sloppier and sloppier until eventually you are just feverishly grinding against him. Your moans get louder and you throw your head back mouth agape as you climb to your peak. 

You feel Joakims large callused hands grip your hips digging his fingers into you tightly. 

"Fuck baby" he groans voice raspy and deep. You look down to see a sleepy grin plastered on his face. 

" So desperate for me you couldn't even wait until morning" he teases his voice still heavy with sleep

"I-I couldn't help it daddy" you moan " I n-needed you so fucking bad"  you feel his cock twitch deep inside you in response to your words 

"Fuck" he mutters as you continue to harshly ride him.

 "I-It's okay baby girl I love it when you use me" he grabs you by the chin and pulls you down forcing you to meet his gaze 

"You are so close baby I can feel it. Keep going take what you need. I wanna watch you cum all over me"

You continue bouncing as long as you can but you just can't reach the right rhythm to push yourself over the edge. The ache becoming unbearable you begin to whimper on the verge of tears from overstimulation and yet a lack of release. 

"Shhhh baby it's okay" he coos gently stroking your cheek "Do you need daddy to help you make it better?" 

You are so worked up you can't bring yourself to speak just nodding at him teary eyed. He grabs your hips and quickly flips you over so that he is hovering just mere inches from your face. He buried his face in your neck before slamming himself into you causing you to cry out from a mixture of pleasure and pain, oversensitivity making you tremble beneath him as he slams into you over and over each thrust harder than the last. 

"Shhh baby I know, I know" he rasps into your ear warm breath setting your skin ablaze as he gently brushes your sweat slicken hair out of your face. 

"You've got this baby. My good girl taking me so well" he soothes all while keeping his ruthless pace. 

You can tell he is getting closer from the noises he's making and the neediness in his actions. 

"I need you to come for me baby." He moans " I need to feel you" 

He reaches down a presses his thumb roughly on your clit rubbing is small harsh circles quickly sending you toppling over the edge. A sob escapes  your lips as your orgasm rips through you. You spasm around him flooding him with your release. He lets out and animalistic growl reaching his climax just seconds after you filling you to the brim with his hot sticky release. 

"Such a good girl" he praises. 

He pulls out and you hiss at the sensitivity. He flops on the bed beside you reaching over grabbing his discarded shirt from last night using it to clean himself. His seed starts slowly seeping from your abused hole he drags his thick finger up your slit scooping it up with his finger before pushing it back into you a small gasp from slipping from you. 

"God you are so pretty like this princess." He lazily smiles "All fucked out and filled with my cum"  

You mumble in agreement causing him to laugh. Your eyes are growing heavier by the second. He pulls you back into his chest and strokes your hair as you drift into a deep slumber.

[munson-blurbs]

Combining this with a request from @slightlyvicked because they were just too good not to make into one ultimate smut-fest 😈

"Hi! You wanted requests? I just had this idea pop into my head - inexperiencedEddie with FemReader gives it to her so good that she sort of passes out and has to call Steve in panic 😂"

Warnings: smut smut smut (18+ minors DNI!!!!!), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv (pls use protection), orgasm denial, dom!Eddie, sub!reader, choking, slight degradation, language

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I try to give my smut a plot, but sometimes I get a bit...distracted 😬 as always, feedback & interaction are really appreciated!

Reposting w/ new tags. Fingers crossed.

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Eddie Munson loved to take his time and explore you.

Before you two got together, his only experience had been a sloppy hook-up backstage at the Hideout. It wasn't his proudest moment, but it wasn't like he'd pictured losing his virginity in a bed of rose petals. He just moved in a way that felt good to him and that he hoped felt good to her, zipped up, and went on his way.

But you? You were different.

You had walked into the first party of the summer flanked by Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. Eddie had shown up with the intention of dealing, making a few bucks, and then splitting as soon as humanly possible. Parties were not his thing. But you know what was his thing? Cute girls with incredible smiles who danced like no one was watching.

He waited until you made your way outside to get some fresh air, sipping some mystery punch that tasted vaguely like rum. He followed you out and struck up a conversation about life post-high school. You'd talked for hours until you were practically falling asleep, and Eddie asked you out when he'd dropped you off at your house.

Seven months later, the beautiful girl at the party was no longer a stranger. You were the one who spent more nights in his bed than not, who combed the tangles out of his hair after a shower (together, of course--saving water, y'know?), who greeted him by peppering his face with kisses and a shy, "Hi, Teddy." You were certainly the only person allowed to call him that.

You infiltrated every thought he had. When he perused the bookstore, he looked for something you'd like. He added songs to his repertoire that you listened to on the radio. And when he watched movies from the curtained-off section of Family Video, he couldn't help but picture you and him instead of whatever actors were moaning on screen.

That's what he was thinking about as you lay curled up into him, pressing lazy kisses along his jawline, keeping him warm even on the frigid January night.

"Teddy," you murmur, bringing a hand to his face and stroking his stubbly cheek with your thumb, "what's on your mind?"

"Nothin'," he mumbles, rolling over to kiss your lips, but you pull away.

"You're cute when you think you can lie to me," you smile at him. "C'mon, tell me what's going on."

"Was hoping," he starts, a blush creeping into his cheeks, "maybe we could try some new stuff."

"Like what?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

Eddie clears his throat. "I wanna be rough with you. Take control." Sex was always a give-and-take between you, allowing each other to give into pleasure. A perfect balance of power that he yearned to disrupt.

"We'd have, like, safe words," he continues, "and if it gets too much, we can stop--"

You cut him off with a kiss. "I trust you," you tell him, and he smiles, "and I want you to take control of my body."

He nods. "Okay. If you want me to stop, just say, um, red, I guess. And orange for 'slow down.'"

"Red and orange," you confirm. You look at him expectantly, waiting for his instructions. "Whenever you're ready, baby."

He pulls you in for a deep kiss, pushing a strong hand under your shirt. "I fucking love you," he growls into your lips. "Want you on your knees f'me." You swing your legs over the bed and get on the ground like he asks.

He stands up, towering over you, pulls down his pajama pants and boxers, and taps the tip of his hard cock against your mouth. "Open," he orders, and you do as you're told, swirling your tongue over the angry head and lapping up his leaking precum.

Grabbing onto his narrow waist, you take more of him between your parted lips. You feel him shiver and utter a muted, "Oh, fuck," as he bucks his hips into you. "Your mouth feels so good."

"Mhm," you respond, knowing the vibration will drive him even crazier.

He tugs on your hair and thrusts harder. “Open your pretty little throat," he hisses, "take me like the slut you are."

You feel yourself growing wetter when he degrades you and you clench your thighs. Eddie notices, of course. He notices everything about your body. "Already turned on?" he laughs roughly. "God, haven't even touched you yet. You're too easy."

His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, tears running down your face. You try to wipe them off, but he bats your hand away. "Wanna see you choke on me," he grunts between thrusts. "See how I ruin you." But he only manages a few more seconds before removing himself, and you whine from the loss.

"Did you think I was gonna be done with you that quick?" Another laugh escapes his lips. He pulls you up from the ground by your shirt and pushes you on the bed. "I'm gonna taste you first."

With that, he practically rips the oversized t-shirt off your body and hooks a finger into your panties, sliding them down your legs. He buries his head between your thighs, methodically placing kisses along the insides leading up to your sex. You whimper and tremble under his touch, leading him to clamp his hands down and glare at you. "Stay still," he demands.

"Y-yes, sir," you croak, and that's the end of your thought process as he licks a stripe across your wet folds with his wide tongue. Your legs rest on his shoulders as he toys with your clit, sucking on it like it's the sweetest candy.

"You gonna cum for me, princess?" he asks, and you're too blissed out to notice the malice in his tone.

"I'm s-so close, sir," you whine, trying to lift your hips. And then he pulls away.

"No!" you cry out involuntarily. "I need you, please." But begging won't help you this time. Eddie gives you a wicked grin as he kisses back down your thighs, purposely avoiding your throbbing need. When he feels you calm down, your breath slowing, he dives back in, greedily attacking you.

This time, he plunges two fingers into your soaked pussy while he uses that perfect tongue to work your clit, pumping them in and out until he feels you tense. As soon as you give the indication that you're about to cum, he breaks all contact.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You're so frustrated, you could cry. "I took you so well, just like you asked--"

Eddie takes the fingers that were just inside you and pushes them into your mouth. "Maybe this will shut you up," he snarls, climbing on the bed. The top of his shirt is wet with your slick, and he pulls it off, revealing his toned chest.

"And if it doesn't?" you challenge, words muffled around his fingers.

He manhandles you, adjusting you until you're draped over his legs. "You said I could control you, all of you, but you broke that promise three times," he explains, "so now you'll be punished three times. Count."

His ringed hand meets the flesh of your ass with a crack. "One..." you manage. He spanks you again, even harder. You wince with the pain. "Two..." Your body tenses, waiting for the third, but he doesn't deliver it right away.

"I'm gonna spank you so hard it's gonna leave a mark." It's both a promise and a threat. "And you're gonna take it like the sex toy you are."

"I'm your sex toy," you sputter, "only yours, sir."

"Flattery won't get you out of your punishment," Eddie sneers, but you can tell that he's smiling. He gives the final blow and you nearly scream as he makes contact with your body. He stalls for a moment, concerned that he's actually gone too far, but you whisper, "Keep going," and he proceeds.

Eddie straddles your waist, giving you a perfect view of his hard-on that stands straight up against his stomach. You want to reach out and grab it, but hold back to avoid further punishment.

He catches you eyeing him and takes his cock into his hand. "So greedy," he teases. "Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you now." He uses your slick for lubrication as he inserts only the tip of his dick. You bite your lower lip to keep from complaining.

"Oh, you wanted all of me?" he goads, and you can only manage a nod. "No, no. Gotta hear you, princess. Need to hear you beg to be my sex toy."

"Please, Daddy," you cry out, "use me. I can take it. I can take all of you so good, you'll see. Let me show you. Please."

Eddie shudders with pleasure. "I love when you're needy," he replies, and finally pushes himself all the way into you. You wrap your legs around his torso, allowing him to thrust even deeper.

"You feel s'good inside me," you tense around him, feeling his length slam into you over and over. "Nothing compares to you, Daddy."

"Do I make you feel good?" he pants. "Do I make you cum?"

"Y-yes, sir. Gonna cum right now--" No sooner do the words leave your swollen lips do you realize your mistake. Eddie pulls out of you before you can even process what's happened, your walls clenching around emptiness.

"Fuck you," you spit. Whatever the punishment is, you'll take it, as long as he knows what he's doing to you. He's prepared for that response, and he reaches down to grab your discarded panties.

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" he says angrily. "I thought you knew that sex toys don't talk, but I guess I was wrong." He balls up the panties and shoves them in your mouth. "Taste what I do to you and be grateful, and maybe I'll let you finish."

He watches you as your eyes roll back. Teasing you, denying you your hard-earned orgasm is fucking magical, but he also know that he can't hold out much longer. He repositions himself and continues fucking you, placing a ringed hand around your neck. The cold metal meets your body's perspiration, giving you chills. His other hand grabs your left breast, groping it roughly. He leans down and bites on your nipple, tugging it as he pulls away.

You let out a moan, as loud as you can with your limited supply of oxygen, and he knows he's a goner.

"You're gonna cum for me now," he orders you, and with his permission, you let go with an earth-shattering orgasm. You see stars for a moment as you cum, pulled back to reality when you feel his sticky release pooling inside of you.

"Holy shit," Eddie's the first to talk; your brain is still scrambling for words. "That was..."

"So fucking hot," you fill in, pouting slightly as he pulls out of you. You try to move and realize you can't. "Eddie?"

"Yes, princess?"

You blush at the nickname. "I, um, can't feel my legs."

Eddie laughs, but it's sweet. All of the aggression is gone. "Poor thing. But I can't say I'm mad, because now I can just hold you all night and you can't leave." He gingerly pulls you closer. "You okay?"

"More than okay," you reassure him. "I love watching you be in charge."

"Wasn't too much?" he questions, nuzzling his head into your neck.

You kiss his forehead, tasting the salt of his sweat. "Just right, Teddy."

He smiles and kisses you softly. "Be right back. Just gotta go wash up," he looks at you pointedly. "Feel free to join me when you can walk again."

You giggle as you watch him pad out of the room, not-so subtly checking out his ass. As soon as you hear the shower running, you reach over to the phone and punch in a familiar number.

"H-hello?" Steve's groggy voice answers.

"Steve?" you whisper, embarrassed but slightly excited to brag about your night, "what do I do when I'm too fucked out to move? Like, no feeling in my legs?"

Your best friend groans. "You make your boyfriend carry you around and take care of you, and you don't call Steve Harrington at two o'clock in the morning."

"Then don't let Eddie rent porn, and we won't have this problem."

[sophiethewitch1]

Look, look. It's not my fault I wrote 998 words on Wayne comfort. Or I'm giving it to you anonymously. Just think of me as the neighborhood feral cat giving you a dead bird for all the nice head scratches. I don't have enough guts to post my writing on my blog since I'm new to Tumblr. So please enjoy this comfort, slight nsfw fic at the end. Your writing has been inspiring me, so you deserve this. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭👍

You had just been laying on the couch that was undoubtedly worth more than anything you ever owned in your previous life. Anyone rich can buy a uncomfortable and presumptuous piece of high quality furniture, but finding one that looks this nice and feels great too is a special skill. The nice buttery leather was encasing you like a hug that you sunk into as you struggled with being awake. To make matters worse, you had grabbed one of the bloated pieces of Victorian literature off the shelf in the library. You fully intended to give it up at first sign it got hard. Then Todd challenged you on whether you could read and gather it's plot without help. He wasn't saying you were stupid, but you still heard it hanging in the air after he shuffled out of the room. You really hate being called stupid.

That's how Damian found you, lounging on the couch and half dozing as the sun and fireplace chased away the chill. Damian was also tired for another reason, he had spent all night on watch and was finally showing signs of tiring like a normal human. And there you were, all nice and cozy in silk pajamas, even though it was cold outside, you had long discarded your sweater and changed into shorts. Ever since you complained about the cold in the Manor, Bruce had raised the heating to a nice summer day.

It didn't bother Damian at all, especially when he got to see the way your pajama shirt rode up in your tossing and turning on the couch.

The sudden weight made your breath wheeze out and you lifted the book off your chest to peer down at Damian. In no time he settled himself between your open and splayed legs, hooking his massive arms underneath your knees and slightly under your bum so that he can wiggle closer to your navel. Your eyes widen and you almost squealed at him. Especially as his warm breath started warming your stomach.

Then you saw how his eyes dropped, and he slightly nuzzled into you before going slack. Your eyes traced the planes of his face as they slowly smoothed out from sleepiness.

"What are you reading", Damian slurs out, his voice heavy and deep from contentment.

"Some meaningless Victorian novel, everyone is so emotionally stunted it's hilarious" you hum out.

He doesn't respond and you cautiously close the book and rest it on your chest. His breaths were coming in deep now, having finally lost the battle when you started ranting about your arch nemesis book.

You take another moment to appreciate the softness that was missing from his face usually. Brows slack, not furrowed in rage or disgust. Nose not scrunched up from sneering. Cheeks puffed out slightly from sleep as his mouth pops open to let out the softest snore. This was Damian, the version you longed for. And ever so softly and gently, you run your hands through the silky but forbidden hair.

That's how Dick found you two hours later. Only your shirt had crept up more as you settled into sleep. Most importantly, Damian had slid down as he stretched slightly in his sleep, one of his hands crawling up underneath your ass and to fan out across the side of your ribs. This movement unconsciously moved you more in your sleep as you curled protectively around the weight on you. Your hands still buried in his hair.

Now though, Damian's face was buried in your pelvis, way too close to the goal for Dick. Older brother slapping younger brother in the calf to get the rotten bastard to wake up. Which he succeeded in.

Just for Damian to give Dick a shit-eating smirk as you mumbled in your sleep from the jostling. To rub his position in his brother's face even more, Damian leans over to give the lightest kiss to your inner upper thigh that was so tantalizingly close. Cue both Dick and Tim who just walked in having a collective mind blown explosion.

Needless to say there were a lot of harsh slaps and pathetic "ow"s as they wrenched him out from you as best they could without waking you. It didn't really work as Damian's stray hand slid back down as both held your ass for dear life. He buried himself even closer to you as your thighs clenched around him and you let out the littlest of moans in your sleep. Something that had both brothers dropping Damians legs and scurrying away with beet red faces while Damian flicked them off.

When you woke, Damian was sitting up in the chair with your legs on his lap and your discarded book being held precariously in his long calloused fingers. He looks down at you as you let out a delicious sounding moan as you stretch the sleep off. It wasn't as good as the one you let out earlier though, he needs that one again. Soon.

"You know it's not the Brontë sisters fault you're stupi-" he didn't get to finish as your foot slams the book into the side of his stupid gorgeous asshole face.

Took me a while to answer this because I didn't even know what to say. It's perfect it's fantastic it's amazing and I'm genuinely begging you to write more. The assholishness. The clingy desperation. The way both reader and Damian are so obviously in love with eachother but can only manage to get along long enough to touch. The little hints to the other relationships. The TENSION. All of it. All of it is amazing and wonderful and gorgeous and I'm dying on the floor. AAAAAAAA

[arvandus]

This has been sitting in my brain for days so here you go….

Shigaraki x AFAB!reader; NSFW; shameless smut with no plot; oral (f receiving); gentle touches; stoic Shiggy.

Tomura is so touch starved and unfamiliar with physical interaction that doesn't involve pain, that the first time he kisses you is soft and tentative, like a stray animal approaching a human for the first time. It's experimental, a gentle brush at first.  He kisses with his eyes open, ruby gems locked on your face to catch every nuance of expression and reaction to his touch.  He doesn't want to miss a thing, and he wants to see if you're enjoying it just as much as he is. His touches and kisses are controlled, almost as if he's conducting a study on you.  It’s calculated.  Scientific, even.  He makes you stand there, still as a statue, as he covers every inch of your body, slowly undressing you so that he can reach more and more of your warm skin. 

He gently pushes aside your hair, to lay his lips against the curve of your neck. You shiver, goosebumps breaking out across your skin.  He likes that.  He pulls aside the hem of your shirt to reach your shoulder, and your body instantly reacts, shoulder hitching up to follow the ghost of his mouth when he pulls away. A moment later, his fingers wrap around the bottom of your shirt, and you lift your arms willingly to allow him to remove the fabric from you.

It’s so and torturous.  Your shoulders. The back of your neck. Your shoulder blades. Down your spine.  His hands explore just as cautiously as his mouth, working along the front of your body, fingers grazing along the bottom of your breasts before brushing over the hardened peaks of your nipples. Your back arches then, a gasp escaping you, which he also likes, so he does it again, this time grabbing the nubbed flesh between his fingers and pinching slightly as he’s kneeled down behind you, his lips still making their way down the inward curve of your spine.

His kisses trail along your hip bone until he’s in front of you, his mouth following lazy after the pathway his hands had blazed across your skin.

You whisper his name in anticipation as he begins to make his way up to your breasts, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t acknowledge, doesn’t even look at your face. He’s engrossed in your body, in the sheen of sweat across your skin that he trails with his tongue.

His mouth finally reaches your nipple, and your hands are instantly in his hair, gripping pulling.  He really likes that, so much so that it pulls a low growl from his throat, the first real response you’ve gotten from him since this first started.

But the visit to your chest is cut too short when he instead decides to venture lower.  There was still so much to explore, after all.

Down he goes, fingers first followed by his lips. His digits hook into the waistband of your pants and your underwear, and you hold your breath in nervous anticipation. But Tomura is not nervous. He’s curious.  Intrigued. Excited.  You can see it in the bulge of his pants and you marvel at his restraint.

The fabrics slip down and now you’re exposed, your body bared to him.  He pauses then, staring at you, taking in the sight of you. You stand still, legs together, hands resting at your sides and for a moment you look like a statue of Venus in his eyes.

You had half expected him to go for the space between your legs instantly, as most men were often want to do.  After all, why else would he undress your lower half so swiftly?

But he doesn’t. Instead, he deviates from his downward trek to provide worship to your calves, your thighs, your ass... the touch of his hands aren’t as soft as they were when they first started. Now they gripped you, squeezing the meat and fat of your body as if the touch of you alone were feeding him.  His kisses were firmer, but not starved.  He was still in control.

And finally, he gives you what you want, now that you’re quivering and wet and dripping.  Your legs part on their own, the scent of you heavy in your arousal for him.  You’re a flower that’s opened, fully blossomed in the sunshine of his touch.

And for the first time, his eyes return to yours, locking with them as he fits himself between your legs and draws a long, languid lick with his tongue into your folds, his tongue catching on the sensitive nub of flesh at its tip.

You gasp in air, as if it’s the first breath of life you’ve taken. He does it again, driving his tongue deeper this time, and you moan his name, begging, pleading.

Please, please, please...

Another stroke of his wet tongue and you don’t think you can stand it. Literally. Your thighs are shaking, your knees ready to buckle.  The weight of your arousal is too heavy, threatening to shatter you like broken glass across the floor. And Tomura knows this. He sees it in your eyes, in the shake of your body, in the rapid rise and fall of your chest. So he backs away for just a moment, his finger drawing along your entrance in a silent promise of more.

“Lay down.” he orders.  The rasp of his voice breaks the loud silence, and the reality sharpens as you understand with a nod.

You back yourself up to the edge of his bed and ease yourself down onto his crumpled sheets that smell distinctly of him.  He follows, positioning himself between your legs, your thighs draped over his shoulders.

His mouth is on you again in an instant, his eyes always glued to you to memorize every expression, every reaction. You try to return his gaze, but you can’t. Not when his tongue is drawn so meticulously over your clit, over and over again, finding the perfect rhythm to keep your back arching as the tension begins to build. His watchful gaze documents this shift in your body, in your attention. Begins to feel the instinctive roll of your hips into his face, another favorite thing that he documents away into his mind. While his tongue works, his fingers stroke at your entrance, the walls slick, wet and warm. His fingers slip in easily, and he does so slowly until he’s knuckles deep in you and he can feel your walls fluttering around him. He knows you’re close and he wants to feel you when you cum, to know that it was his hands, his mouth, his touch that brought you to the point of bliss. He rotates his long, thick digits, to curl them upward to caress your most sensitive spot, and you moan louder, the sound more desperate. You revel in the stretch, the stimulation, the satisfying burn of pleasure. If this is how good his fingers feel, then you could only imagine how amazing his cock will feel, filling you up and stretching you out beyond your limits.

His pace quickens, tongue flicking, fingers pumping and curling. It sweeps you away, a fast River current of pleasure that quickly sends you over the edge as you push against him, fingers once again in his hair, forcing his mouth flush against you as your hips writhe and buck, riding the high that ripples through you as you feel yourself become water, falling apart and tumbling.

When you’ve finally settled and the pounding, racing of your heart has slowed, he withdraws his fingers from you, leaving behind a sore ache. His lips and chin are glossy, covered in your essence and he licks his lips, the red in his eyes rich with hunger.

“My turn.” He says.

[thcophagy]

open to: anyone.

featuring: jonas lane, twenty six, bisexual, paperboy.

plot: young and bored in the southern gothic-esq town of tombstone, jonas spends most of his time trying to find ways to entertain himself. on a warm summer's day, he has convinced your muse to go skinny dipping with him to try and cool down.

tombstone was an impossible town, but if you knew where to look, then you could find the secret beauties it tried to hide from the complacent lot. the sun was always relentless, beating down to make the old pavements burn, old asphalt almost bubbling under the heat no matter the time of year. never cold, never shielded, yet everyone always woke up and said the same thing: would you look at that weather? jonas had long since grown bored of the ease to which everyone had grown to accept strangeness as mundanity, but what else was there to do? their town was weird, but never weird enough to leave, even if there was never anything do to. it was a particularly hot day when he had decided to make his way down to the lake out back behind farmer callahan's cabbage field, the one that people tried to avoid on account of the rumours- but what harm could a rumour come to do to him that heatstroke couldn't do first? on the way he'd grabbed the first pretty face he saw making their way down the opposite path away from his destination, convinced them with some sweet talking and the promise of a beer later at the bar. everyone knew everyone in town, but that didn't mean folks liked to talk to each other much, jonas surely didn't have many people he could call friends just laying around. "what? you shy or somethin'?" once at the lake, he had started stripping down almost instantly, throwing his shirt and jeans off till he was left in just his boxers. he shot a narrowed look in their direction and tilted his head in amusement. "just us and the fishes, darlin', don't worry." with that, he hooked his fingers around his waistband at tugged off his boxers, throwing them into the growing pile alongside his clothes and boots.

[gretavangroupie]

Vigilance: The Outtakes - Plan A

Word count: 3.6k

Pairings: Jake x OC, Sam x Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, drinking, smoking, language, angst

A/N: Hey! Welcome to Vigilance: The Outtakes! Not everything can make the cut, right? These outtakes will be short snippets of things that we cut from the original story during the editing process, but are still important to the overall storyline and may even provide a bit of background information on previously mentioned plots, characters and themes. These outtakes will not be posted on a schedule, but will be released as we see fit. Keep your eyes peeled you won't want to miss these!

APRIL 2021

JOSH POV

How did I get conned into this? Isn’t this Jake’s band? You pulled your keys from the ignition, and jumped out of the car. You didn’t want to go to this thing. The album didn’t even release for another week, but one of you had to go, and Jake refused. Sam and Daniel had actual excuses, but you? Nothing. So here you were, walking through the loaded parking lot into The Blue Room, ready to leave before you even walked in. 

As you downed your tequila soda you found yourself actually having an alright time. You did your duty, and rubbed elbows with your colleagues, talking about the new album and how excited you were for the release next week. Completely unencumbered by your brothers you were able to speak freely on the topic, explaining the ins and outs of the concept uninterrupted. After another drink and some more slightly dull conversation, you made your way to your table depositing your keys and phone before you sat.

The President of UMG spoke at length about the impact all of the new releases would make on the company, and how each artist was important to the overall growth. A load of shit. The newer artists ate it up though, believing every word. You sat back, sipping on your drink as you watched the slideshow presentation of each artist and the new album they would be releasing. Sam would have hated this. You were counting the minutes until you could leave. 

As it neared the end, you knew you’d be up at any moment, and right on cue you heard the intro to ‘My Way, Soon’ and a photo of the album appeared on the screen. You stood with your drink, and motioned to the room as they acknowledged your work. As the applause concluded, your eyes caught on someone. You took your seat, and tried to focus in on her, trying to place her face when it hit you. Y/N?

No. Surely it couldn’t be. She is still in Michigan. Then, she's gone from your line of sight. Convincing yourself that it couldn't be her, you moved on with the night, but in the back of your mind you still had a nagging feeling. You discreetly grab your phone from the table, pulling it down underneath the table as you pull up your texts. Jake. Wait, no. Bad idea. Would Sam know if she moved? Do they even talk anymore? No. I shouldn’t do this. 

You put your phone in your pocket but quickly remember Instagram. You type her name into the search bar, only to be met with a notification that you were blocked. Oh. You shove your phone into your pocket and follow the rest of the crowd to the bar, deciding on one more drink before you call it a night. 

A little while later after a conversation with a suit goes south, you decide that you have put in enough time here, and make your way towards the doors. Halfway through the parking lot you stick your hand into your pocket, only to realize that you left your keys on the table. Fuck.

Stepping back inside the building, you see that most of the people have cleared out, and that the event staff were hard at work starting to clean up from tonight's festivities. You head straight for your table, and as you approach you can see your keys laying there, right where you left them. You hook your pointer finger into the keyring and spin them around your finger as you turn to head back out, but a pair of familiar eyes catch yours, and you suddenly have your confirmation. 

You tilt your head as you realize. Your legs automatically carry you towards her, whether you like it or not. Stepping up to her at the empty table, you take her in. She’s changed a lot over the last few years, but you can still feel that draw towards her, the same one Jake always talked about. 

“Y/N?” you ask, needing to hear her verbal confirmation that you weren’t losing your mind.

She turns the rest of the way to face you as she nervously answers, “Hi, Josh.”

Just hearing her voice brings a smile to your face, “Oh my god, it is you. I…I thought it was you earlier, but I couldn’t tell. I convinced myself that it couldn’t be. I… Oh my god, how are you? What are you doing here?” you ask in succession.

“Well…I kind of live here now. I work for Collective Artist Management.” she says nervously. “I graduate next month.”

Oh my god, she lives here? Wait, graduating? Has it been that long?

You reach your hand out, placing it on her arm, “Y/N, that is amazing! You fucking did it, huh! You live here? In Nashville?”

She smiles bashfully at your enthusiasm, “Yeah, I moved here at the end of January, beginning of February… something like that. Been working and trying to meet new people and get to know my new city.” 

She’s lived here that long and you are just now running into her?

“How did we end up in the same city again?” you laugh, trying to make light of what you knew could have been a very heavy conversation. 

You quickly pull your phone from your pocket, pulling up her contact and flashing the screen towards her, “Is this still your number?” you ask.

“Yep, that’s me.” she answers with a smile.

You knew what you had to do. You’d thought about it for years. If you ever got a chance, you’d do it. For him. 

“Good, can we uh… can I text you? Maybe we can get drinks tomorrow or something?” you ask, turning on the charm. 

“Yeah, that would be fine. I’m sure I have a lot to catch up on.” she laughs.

If you only knew. 

“Yeah, just a bit. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” you laugh, placing your hand on her shoulder.

“Yep, talk to you then.” she says, with a smile just as you pull her in for a hug. Your arms wrap around her neck as you hug her, hoping and praying that this wasn’t just a chance meeting. But something in your gut tells you that it wasn’t. There was a reason you were here tonight, and it wasn’t for the music. 

You shove your hands into your pockets as you walk to your car, the parking lot nearly empty now. As you climb into your car you sit for a moment, collecting your thoughts, mind reeling from seeing her, here in your city. Should you even tell Jake?

You drive home in silence, letting your mind wander and weave as it usually does. She agreed to drinks. You formed a plan, a crazy one. But, some of your best ideas were formed in moments of chaos. As you pulled into your driveway, you grabbed your phone, opening your group text with the guys to execute step one. 

You

9:49pm: Drinks tomorrow night?

Sam

9:52pm: Since when do we plan in advance?

Daniel

9:55pm: Where?

You

9:56pm: Fable?

Sam

9:57pm: That pretentious ass bar in Midtown?

Jake

10:00pm: I can try. What time?

You

10:03pm: 8:30?

Jake:

10:05pm: Okay

Sam

10:07pm: Yeah sounds good

Daniel

10:08pm: Sure

Step one done. God dont fuck this up.

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The next day was a blur, in and out of meetings all day, radio interviews and the like. By the time you were leaving the office you realized you hadn’t even texted Y/N yet, so caught up in making sure your brothers would be there. 

You:

3:40pm: Fable Lounge at 8?

Y/N

3:51pm: See you then!

Thank god. 

Your anxiety began to bloom. What if this is a bad idea? None of them will be expecting it. What if she gets mad?

You knew all it would take was for her and Jake to see each other again. You knew when you were kids that she was it for him. The past few years, living his life going through the motions, finally finding Sophia and seeing a small spark of his former self return. But it wasn't the same. The flame was dull and burning out, and you knew there was only one way to reignite it. 

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As you opened the door to the bar you took a seat, and ordered a drink. You struck up a conversation with the bartender to ease your nerves of seeing her walk in at any moment. Your heart was racing in your chest, you knew what you were doing was kind of wrong, but you also knew if you told any of them, none of them would have showed up. 

You heard her walking up, looking perfect in tight jeans and a bomber jacket, her hair hanging in waves over her shoulders. She grabbed the seat next to you, spinning to meet your eyes. 

“Heyyyy, there she is!” you said, bringing her in for a hug, “It’s so good seeing a familiar face in town. Whatcha drinking tonight?” 

She smiles as she pulls away, “Rum and Coke?”

You nod your head to the bartender listening in on the greeting and turn your attention back to her. He slid her the drink and the two of you chatted, catching up on each other's lives, successes, failures and everything in between. You could tell she was starting to relax, smiling more, and laughing at every stupid joke you told her. It was nice. To be completely honest you missed her too. 

You had grown close that summer in the shitty rental house, staying up late, watching movies, and playing music. She loved Jake fiercely, and you loved her because of it. You cared for her as if she was your family, because in all honesty, that's exactly how it felt. When she left Jake you felt every ounce of his pain, wishing you could bear it all for him just so that he didn’t have to. The first few months were hard. Him and Sam were a complete wreck. You questioned if the band would even continue after a few fights. But it did, and now you were here, wondering if this decision was going to be the best one you ever made, or the worst. But now it was time to get to the real reason you were here. 

“Don’t have anyone steady in your life?” you ask, trying to seem casual. 

She laughs, “No, nothing serious.” she pauses, looking down at her drink, “Things just haven’t felt right...in a while. Ya know?”

“Do I know?” you ask, seemingly unknowing, while knowing exactly. 

She sighed heavily, tracing her fingers over the bartop, “Of course you know, Josh. You’ve always known.” 

“Hmm... Well… maybe you’ve found yourself back in the right place again.” you say, lifting your glass to her, and tapping the two together. 

Right on cue the door opened, as your eyes flicked towards the new patrons, knowing it would be seconds before things would go really well or really poorly.

You swallowed nervously as you watched Y/N turn around to see what your attention was focused on. Danny, Sam, Jake and Sophia all barreled through the door. 

Shit, not Sophia. 

You stood from your chair, walking to meet them as they walked towards you, smiling nervously towards Jake as he looked at you. 

You stood in front of her, not letting them see who she was, probably thinking she was some random girl you met tonight, but boy were they in for a shock. 

You stepped out to the side, revealing her face as her bar stool spun around. “SURPRISE! Look who I found!” you said. 

“Josh, what the fuck!” she whispered into your ear.

Shit, she’s mad.

You watched on as Sam and Daniel took her into friendly hugs, each of them expressing their shock to see her. 

Jake cut his eyes at you, absolutely stunned. You tried to calm him with a look, but there was only so much you could do with Sophia by his side. You didn’t think he would bring her, but there always has to be a wrench in the plan. You listened in as Sam commandeered the conversation with Y/N, giving you a moment to slip away and talk to Jake. 

“Gonna hit the bathroom real quick.” you say, patting him on the shoulder and you watch as he whispers to Sophia, making quick work of joining you. 

He is hot on your heels into the bathroom, as you find your way to the open urinal. 

“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you.” you offer, staring at him over the divider.

“You’re goddamn right, I wouldn’t have. Instead you just let me show up with Sophia.” he snaps.

“So much time has passed Jake. She lives here now. She’s working for Collective.” you say, zipping your pants.

“So that’s how you found her.” he replies.

“Yeah, last night at that party. Collective organized the event. If I hadn’t left my keys on the table I would have never seen her. She looks good, Jake. She’s doing good. I’m sure she would talk to you if you said hello.” you say.

“No. I can’t. I…don’t even know what I would say. Fuck, why did you do this?” he snaps.

You send him a knowing look, and he scoffs. “No.”

“I know you better than that Jake…” you say, looking over your shoulder as you wash your hands. “You wouldn’t have followed me in here if you didn’t care.”

“What about Sophia, Josh? You want me to just go talk to Y/N like it's nothing? She doesn’t even know about her.” he replies.

“So you’re considering it…” you smile smugly.

“Dont fucking push me.” he said, pointing his finger and pulling the bathroom door open. You follow behind him, and smile to yourself. Step two, check. 

As you return back to the bar you see Jake walk back over to Sophia, taking his place next to her and tossing back his drink. You tried to break the tension by offering up a few good stories, and letting the conversation flow naturally from there. As the night went on, everyone started to become a little more loose, including Sam.

You studied him as he glued himself to her side. The look in his eye, one you hadn’t seen in years. He was positively smitten with her, and rightfully so. You waited for Jake to walk over, say hello, introduce Sophia, but as the minutes ticked by he stayed sitting, not once even looking her way. You could tell he was out of sorts, definitely deep within his head, probably reliving that summer over and over as she stood in front of him now.

Come on Jake, don’t blow this…

“Shots?! Anyone want a shot? Let’s do shots.” Sam said, clapping his hands excitedly.

Perfect timing Sammy. 

As Y/N protested you nodded to Jake to join the group, and he begrudgingly agreed.

The six of you crowded into a small circle and raised the tiny glasses into the air. You watched as Jake lifted his eyes to look at her, and as she looked back, he turned away. God damn it. Break the tension.

“To new memories and old friends, may we be ever compliant with what time throws toward us, and may we accept with grace and dignity!” you said, raising your glass into the air. You tried using your words as best you could to speak to Jake and Y/N, hoping they would pick up on your insinuations. 

As everyone tipped their glasses to their lips, you swallowed yours down, hoping the shot would give Jake the courage he needed.

As you started a conversation with Daniel, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Sam and Y/N continued to talk, Sam inching himself closer and closer to her. 

Daniel bumped his elbow into yours, signaling for you to take a look at what you were already seeing. He noticed that they were getting a bit cozy, too. 

As Daniel continues to talk, you watch Sam pay his bar tab, and pull his coat on. The fuck is he going? Is he leaving?

He grabs her hand and leads her to the door as your heart starts to race. Oh fuck.

You spun in your chair, making moves to get up and stop them, but as he pulled the door open he turned to face you, “See you guys later, we’re going to get into some trouble. Get the bail money ready, bitches!”

She offered a small wave, and for the briefest moment her eyes flicked to Jake’s, sending him a look only he would know, before the door closed behind her.

She just left. With Sam.

You could almost feel Jake’s heart explode, and then fall. First from the quick but longing look she gave him, and then from her disappearing before his eyes. With your brother. And god, it hurt you too. 

From the other end of the counter you watched as Jake tapped his fingers on the bartop, looking your way. You looked back at him, as he slowly nodded his head silently telling you that this was a mistake. You could tell he was mad. Hurt even? Definitely hurt. Shit. 

He turns his attention to the bartender, ordering a double and drinking it down within minutes. You were wracked with guilt. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. They were supposed to talk, say hello, anything. But her leaving with Sam? That was never part of the plan. 

Danny had his attention focused on the wrestling match on the TV, as you turned to him. “I just fucked up.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I don’t think any of us saw that coming.” he says, turning his attention to you.

“I just thought maybe if they, you know, could see each other again after all this time…” you trailed off.

“What, that they would just magically fall in love again? They could just pick up and pretend like she didn’t leave him and then disappear for three years?” he laughs from the rim on his glass.

“Well, not exactly Daniel, I just thought maybe…I just know they both feel it still. I know Jake does at least. It's obvious to me.” you say, still lightheaded from feeling what Jake felt moments ago. 

“Maybe. He is definitely out of it down there…” he says, glancing down towards Jake. You turn your head too, watching as Sophia talks to him, while he gazes blankly into the distance. He is completely engulfed in his own thoughts. You’re sure he hasn’t heard a word Sophia has said since the moment they walked into this bar.

You turn back to Daniel, “God…If her and Sam…” you say, raising your eyebrows. “...You know…”

Daniel takes a deep breath, “I know Sam. He’s going to take his shot. I haven’t seen him like that since…” he pauses, “...fuck, since high school honestly.”

“Sam knows what Jake went through. Surely he wouldn’t…” you say.

Daniel raises his eyebrows and tips back the rest of his drink. “Don’t be so sure. I know what Sam is like when he’s trying to take someone home. That being said, do you have a plan B, by chance?” he laughs.

Your brow furrows, and suddenly it hits you. You know exactly what to do. “You know what Daniel…actually, I do.”

A few drinks later you are helping Sophia walk Jake back to her car, holding his arm around your shoulder.

“I don’t know what got into him. I have never seen him drink that much that quickly!” Sophia says, letting you carry most of his weight.

Jake pipes in, a slurring mess, “Wouldn’t be the firssstime…” he says, giving his best British accent, “Ahh….buttt youcan blame himm thissstime…orrrr’er, I dunnoo…”

You tighten your grip on his fist, silently telling him to shut up before he makes a mistake and says something he shouldn't.

You load him into the passenger seat, and as Sophia is walking around to the other side of the car you lean in and whisper in his face, “Shut your fucking mouth Jake, or you’re going to say something you regret.” 

He gives you a drunken groan, and waves you off. You walk to the drivers side of the car and talk to Sophia through the window, telling her to call you if she needs anything, and saying a silent prayer that he passes out as soon as they get home. 

Tonight didn’t go how you imagined it. The thought never crossed your mind that she would leave with Sam, but you said it yourself. She had changed. Really, you probably didn’t know her at all anymore. But what you did know was that as she walked out the door tonight, the last thing she saw was Jake, and she was waiting for him to ask her not to go.

So now as you lay in your bed, you think, long and hard. Plan B never really occurred to you until the second plan A flew out the window. Plan B would be harder to execute, but if you could pull it off, you’re sure it would only be a matter of time until they made amends. You knew Jake, you knew he would break. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and now that he knew she was around, the pull would only grow stronger and stronger.

You set your alarm, and turned off the lamp, formulating exactly what you were going to say, and how you were going to say it. Tomorrow you would make the call to Collective.

Tomorrow would start plan B.

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[mingkismain]

so sweet

hwang intak x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

porn w/o plot, praise kink [hehe], penetrative sex, oral sex [f receiving], fingering [f receiving]

MDNI, smut under cut

hey

I:  hey

wyd rn? 

I: nothin

come over. 

I: 👀

About 20 minutes later I heard a knock at my flat door. I got up from my seat on the couch to go check it.

I’d been feeling a little needy the last couple days, and I figured the best way to get rid of that was to call my fuck buddy up. 

I opened the door to greet him, “hi Intak.”

He smiled and walked towards me, “hi baby,” he leaned in a kissed me, hands cupping my face. I let the door shut behind him as he backed me to my bedroom. He kept kissing me as he laid me down on my bed, eventually making his way to my neck, kissing and biting me. I sighed into his movements, breaking his kissing to tear our shirts off, then I let him lay me back down while he worked on undoing my bra. 

"Missed you so much baby," he sighed into my neck, kissing up to my earlobe and biting it as he took my bra off, revealing my top half to him fully. He nipped at my neck again as he trailed kisses down to my chest, finally giving my breasts attention. He took one in each hand and squeezed them, latching his mouth onto one of my nipples. I arched and moaned at his touch, begging for more. As he continued to lick and suck at my chest, my hands found purchase in his hair, lightly pulling at it as he continued to turn me on. 

I moaned when he moved to leave marks on my breasts, "Intak honey, I want more of you, stop teasing me." 

He looked up at me, "you're going to have to be more specific my love, what do you want from me?" He grabbed at my breasts again, pinching one of my nipples causing me to let out another moan. 

"I want your hands on me please, I want you to make me cum with your fingers."

He smirked, "as you wish darling."

He kissed in between my breasts as he made his way down to my hips, taking my pants and panties off as he kissed further. As he threw my clothes somewhere in the room, he began to kiss up my leg painfully slowly, as if he'd never kiss me again. He started with my ankle, kissing up my calf, then slowly kissing my thigh, dragging his lips all the way up to my hip. It took all of my willpower to not squirm away from his touch. After what felt like forever of him kissing up my legs and everywhere else he could get to, he finally reached the center of me. Before I could open my mouth to urge him to continue, he finally began to suck on my clit. I gasped at the sensation and interlaced my hands back through his hair as he hooked his arms over my thighs to keep my hips on the bed. He continued to suck on my clit and moved his tongue through my folds, dipping into my hole to get a taste of me. I couldn't keep my moans or pants quiet as he continued to eat me alive. 

"Babygirl you taste so good, I can't get enough of you," he dove back in, adding his fingers to his tongue. I gripped at the roots of his hair and arched my back as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. 

As he continued to finger fuck me and suck on my clit, I only got louder and louder as my orgasm creeped up on me. I gave his hair another tug to get his attention, "Intak, baby, I'm close, baby can I please cum?" I panted and squirmed against him. 

He continued working me closer, "yes baby of course, come for me. Let it go my love."

He curled his fingers inside of me and it was enough to push me over, my orgasm sending shockwaves over my body. My hips bucked into his face as I rode out my orgasm, legs starting to twitch as oversensitivity crept up. 

He finally came up for air and crawled back up to my face, closing me in a feverish, hungry kiss. As he continued to kiss me, he moved his one hand to undo his pants, taking his underwear off with them. He lined the head of his cock with my entrance, "you ready baby?"

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, "yes give it to me love."

He took one of my legs and wrapped it around his hip as he plowed into me, giving me a moment to adjust. He moaned as he bottomed out inside of me, "oh my god baby you take me so well. Feel so good inside of you, like you were fucking made for me." He pulled me into a deep kiss, but I had to pull back to let out a another moan that sent my back arching off the bed. As I continued to moan and whimper, Intak continued to fuck me into the mattress and whisper praises into my ear. 

"You're doing so good for me my love. Yes just like that, lay there and take all of me." His words helped bring me to the brink of another orgasm, it hit me so quickly and so hard, all I could do was claw at his back as it raked through my entire body. 

Feeling dizzy and out of it, he pulled out of me for a moment, "wanna flip over for me?"

"Yes baby," I sat up and caught him in a quick kiss before turning over onto my hands and knees. 

Well, my knees and chest, as soon as I flipped over Intak sent me falling over, practically holding me up by my hips. I was sure his grip was going to leave a little mark or something from the hold he had on me. The new position completely changed the angle, and the overstimulation from my earlier orgasms had me practically screaming from the pleasure. 

Intak leaned over my body to give my hair a tug, bringing my head up off the bed, "look at you, so fucking perfect for me. Look so beautiful under me, all fucked out. Don't worry baby I got you." As he let go of my hair I felt yet another orgasm hit me like a freight train. Crashing back into the bed, legs shaking as I rode out my high, feeling absolutely blissed out. 

The way that Intak's thrust began to turn sloppy, I could tell he was starting to chase his own high, gripping onto my ass like it was the last time he would ever get to touch me. 

He continued to fuck into me as he moaned and panted, "'m close love, where you want it?" 

"My mouth, wanna taste you."

"Okay, okay I'm gonna cum, come here babe." He pulled out of me and I flipped over. He pumped his cock a few times before cumming into my open mouth, grunting and moaning as I swallowed him up.

Once he came down from his high, he leaned down and caught me in another deep kiss, "did I ever tell you how amazing you are? Holy shit you're always a good time."

Still feeling braindead from my multiple orgasms, I leaned into his kiss and simply nodded. "I'm really tired now Intak, would you wanna stay the night with me?"

He smiled, "sure baby, wanna go shower first?"

"I'd love that."

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LAST UPDATES: Paradise Chapter 15 posted 2/3/24

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