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adorethedistance · 1 year

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The Late Late Show - Bella Ramsey x Reader (18+)

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Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI) afab reader, smut, swearing, teasing, lmk if there’s anything else I missed.

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Summary: After a promotional appearance on the Late Late show, you and Bella confess your feelings for one another; your skepticism causes them to prove just how much they like you back.

A/N: It’s almost 1 am. I don’t feel like proof reading this. I want to be done with it. SO here we are LMAO. In all seriousness I’m really stoked on this piece and I hope y’all like it. It’s been a while since I’ve written a full smut so I’m a little rusty.

Pedro, Bella, and I are on the Late Late Show to promote season 2 of The Last of Us, and Mr. James Corden had the incredible idea to make us play ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’. In rehearsal the questions were all mundane and simple to keep the surprises for the actual show. Now that the questions are real, my anxiety has skyrocketed and I anxiously await my turn. So far, Pedro has had a sip of bird saliva and Bella has confessed who their least favorite person to work with in their career was. Now it’s my turn and I’m almost too anxious to comprehend the words coming out of anyone’s mouth. Bella turns the table slowly, watching my face and gauging my reactions to each food as it goes by.

“Y/n.”

“Hm.”

“For this question, I will give you…” They pause to think for a moment, “The one thousand year old egg.” I fight the urge to gag and Bella laughs deviously. They noticed the way I was particularly disturbed by it when we reviewed all the food options on the table for the camera. Bella laughs their adorable laugh after reading the question written on the cue card; I can’t stop the fake frown that’s appeared on my face.

“Which of mine and Pedro’s acting performances were the worst, and why?” The audience erupts into laughter, cheers, and groans as I contemplate how I can answer this question. “There is no way in hell I’m eating that.”

“Then you’ve got to answer.”

“I don’t know! I think you guys aren’t capable of bad performances.”

“Booooo.”

“Why are you booing me?!” I screech in surprise although I can’t help the smile forming on my face. Pedro jumps in,

“That’s a cop-out!”

“That is such a cop-out answer!” Bella laughs, biting their lip and resting their elbows on the table, displaying their hands that are sparsely decorated with rings.

“Why are you guys teaming up on me? This is so unfair. James, do something!”

“My hands are tied-”

“No, they are not it’s your show!”

“That one thousand year old egg isn’t getting any younger,” Bella quips, a devious smirk adorning their features. More laughter from the audience and I look back at Bella with pleading eyes. They raise their eyebrows to taunt me, clearly enjoying how I’m scrambling for answers. I bite the inside of my cheek and playfully glare. Another eyebrow quirk from Bella. On national television?

I cave, “Oh god. Okay, uh, Pedro. Maybe Mando? Since you’ve got the helmet on and we can’t really see your face emote a lot?”

“Kind of a cheat answer but I’ll leave it be,” Bella teases.

“Bella… Maybe Judy since you didn’t have too much on screen time so you weren’t given a lot to work with?” I attempt to calm my breathing as I wait for the other three to either approve or disapprove my answers. The jury is pleased with my response and I’m saved from eating the egg in front of me that is literally black and green.

We continue another rotation of questions going around the table until James takes us to commercial break. Bella, Pedro, and I stand from the table and head back to the couch for our actual interview portion of the show. It’s the last segment before we’re wrapped and I can’t wait to be finished so I can get out of this makeup and borderline black tie attire.

James gives us the standard questions that come with promoting a show and I find myself struggling to stay present. The way Bella moves their hands and the numerous rings that adorn their fingers are eternally captivating.

I want to just reach out and grab it. To hold their hand in mine and exist like that for as long as we possibly could. I want to hold them in my own and kiss them to show how much I care. I want to clench around their hands as I scream their name loud enough for anyone to hear. I want to bite down on exposed skin as they fuck me and tell me I’m their good girl. I crave Bella. I’ve always craved Bella.

“I think we’ve lost her. Y/n?” I hear James’ voice bring me back down to earth. My cheeks are a thousand degrees warmer as I realize I’ve been caught, lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to belong to Bella.

“What?” I ask when I zone back in. Everyone in the room laughs and I try to blink away my embarrassment.

“You play Dina, correct?”

“I do, yes.”

“This is a new character for this season, what can you tell us about her?”

“Yeah, so Dina is Ellie’s love interest in this part of the story,” I proceed to tell James the same basic spiel that I give every interviewer and he listens intently. He asks a few more questions about the characters and what it was like for the three of us to work closely on set. The interview goes over fun, smooth, and funny and before we knew it, the show was wrapped shortly after. Bella disappears almost immediately in search of a bathroom, leaving me with Pedro as James begins talking with one of his producers.

“Are you okay?” Pedro nudges my shoulder to get my attention. I nod rapidly which does not at all minimize his suspicion.

“Yeah, I’m totally good.”

“You were in space for the entire interview. What’s up?” He asks sincerely. Is this something I should tell him? Is this something I shouldn’t tell him? I’m at a loss for direction but Pedro’s reassuring smile reminds me that he is probably the best confidant on planet earth.

“It’s about Bella…” I start off slowly.

“Yeah, you really seem to like them.”

“SHHHH! Why would you say that so loud?!” I whisper shout which if anything draws more attention to us.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Pedro holds both hands up to try and ease my anxiety and I drop my shoulders to try and reel everything back in.

“You’re right, though. I do really like them.”

“Apparently.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

I scowl, “What do you mean what do I mean?”

“It’s obvious they like you as well.” I tilt my head back incredulously.

“What are you talking about?” Pedro laughs heartily before responding,

“I may not be the smartest person in the room but I’m not an idiot. I see how you look at each other. How they look at you.” My heart flutters with excitement. “It’s a huge crush if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Well, what do I do then?” I ask, and we’re back to square one. Pedro shakes his head at my obliviousness.

“You tell them you like them and then kiss!” He says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Ever the optimist. As I open my mouth to speak, I cut myself off to see Bella has rejoined the three of us. A quaint smile paints their face and my heart flutters again tenfold.

“What’d I miss?”

“Not much from me but Y/n has something to say.” I go wide-eyed and look at Pedro in panic. If looks could kill he would be a dead man this instant. Bella nods at me expectantly and I feel a rush of anxiety in my core. I do my best to cover up the fact that I’m taking a deep breath to soothe my nerves.

“We should go somewhere… not… here.” Bella laughs at the peculiar rhythm of my speech but agrees and follows me backstage. In the dressing room that we shared when getting ready, I flick the switch that lights up the perimeter of lightbulbs around the vanity mirror. Bella senses the tension that’s practically radiating off of me and closes the door behind us.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay I just-” I trail off in search of the right words.

“...You just what?” Bella asks, gently.

Moment of truth.

“I really like you, Bella. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m anxious that bombarding you with this information could scare you away, and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore because it would be too awkward. So then I’d be losing not just my best friend, but also just you as a person and I’d hate for that to happen because I like you as a person too and I-”

“I’ve been waiting for this conversation.” Bella says smugly.

“-Have been so worried about- wait what?” As my whole rambling rant lead me to look down, my head snaps back up. “You’ve been waiting for this?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you care to share with the class?” I ask, facetiously causing them to laugh at the sarcasm.

“Pedro and I actually had a bet going for how long it would take you.” I frown at their words and blink away my confusion. Bella drops the smug smile. They stare at me and I feel my face heat up being under their intense gaze.

“You… don’t like me back?” I say, my heart sinking in panic as I had just bared my soul to them.

“Of course I like you back.”

“Well, don’t say that like it was obvious!”

“I made it pretty obvious.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“We spent Valentine’s day together.”

I open my mouth to protest but close it to consider maybe it wasn’t just a ‘Galentine’s’ hang out.

“But-”

“We literally woke up spooning when we had that sleepover.” I blink. Once, twice, and then shut my eyes completely to block out the visual of Bella’s face as I come to the same conclusion.

“Yeah, I guess it was pretty outright.” They simply nod a yes and I feel the weight of the world lifted off of my shoulders at once. “So, you like me?”

“Oh my god-” Bella rolls their eyes, and swiftly comes over to grab my face in their hands and kiss me passionately. Their lips on mine are the symphony of an orchestra that I’ve long awaited. Each movement of our lips, the rhythmic richness of percussion. Their hands tracing down the silhouette of my body, the sensuality of the brass. A desire-filled rush of blood coursing through my entire body, the serenity of the woodwinds. And the intensity of our feelings for one another becoming intertwined into one energy, the complexity of the strings.

I’m fully floating on cloud nine, drifting further and further away from the Earth and into the ethereality of Bella. The kiss started passionately and quickly becomes heated as the two of us revel in our lust for one another.

Bella grips my hair in their hand at the base of my neck, tugging the handful to break the kiss and tilt my chin upwards. They take the new access to kiss and suck the skin of my neck. Grazing their teeth over my larynx, biting into the side and sucking a harsh, clean mark into the exposed flesh. I groan and the sheer eroticism and grip the vanity counter behind me.

Bella’s ringed fingers gently grasp my hips, pushing me back to lean on the counter with more of my weight. They abandon the task of marking me, grabbing the fabric of my dress, pulling it up and cradling the hem of it in their hands at my hip sockets. All the while, they had sunken down to the floor, lustful eyes watching my face as they kneel on the floor.

“Can I?” They ask and I quickly nod yes as my mouth was too dry to form a verbal response. Lifting the hem of the evening dress over their head, Bella bites another hickey into my inner thigh. I squeak at the sensation. It hurts so good.

“Shhh. You’ve gotta stay quiet.” I nod rapidly as reassurance, temporarily forgetting they can’t see my face.

“Got it, sorry.”

“It’s okay, babygirl.” Bella then hooks their fingers into the waistband of the underwear I was wearing. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh out, anticipation dripping from my voice. They drop the garment to the floor and have me step one foot out of them. My left leg stays anchored on the ground as a point of support since the counter likely wouldn’t hold my entire body weight. Bella guides my right leg up and over their shoulder before they trace their tongue over my glistening core. I whimper out a noise of relief and my head drops back, readying myself for the ride of my life.

Their tongue traces through the folds, trailing up to draw my clit in their mouth. I let out a languorous moan. In an attempt to regulate my breathing, I pull in a deep breath of bliss. Bella expertly devours me and I feel myself pulsating from arousal. Judging by the smug hum of laughter I’m guessing they could feel the movement as well.

I grab the fabric of my dress around my thighs and lift the layers to keep Bella from practically suffocating. They continue, unphased. A euphoric cry escapes my lips when Bella presses two tantalizing fingers inside of me. My hand quickly covers my mouth to try and conceal the undeniable bliss of their hand working in tandem with their mouth. Each stroke of their fingers elicits a ragged moan from my throat and I fight so hard to remain quiet. Then, Bella’s mouth pulls off of my clit with an audible smack.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” They ask earnestly and I nod rapidly. Anything to please them. The frantic nature of my response is satisfactory enough and they resume sucking on my swollen clit. I’m almost overstimulated from the pleasure of their mouth working with the rhythmic curling of their fingers. My moans increase tempo as I continue chasing the high. Bella beatifically bobs their head, moving faster to bring me closer to the edge.

Their fingers curve so perfectly against my g-spot and I fight the need to cry out in untamable pleasure. Stimulating the spot brings me closer and closer. I hold the collected fabric of my dress skirt in my left arm, and frantically reach down with my right. Bella masterfully maintains their pace, mouth and fingers working together while their other hand reaches up to interlace their fingers with mine. The thoughtful gesture is arousing in itself and I find my orgasm come to a peak.

I reside in this high for a moment before the waves of pleasure come crashing down over me. I finish with a strangled sob of gratification. Bella’s pace slows but they continue working me through the orgasm until the feeling passes. Once my clit stops pulsating, I feel them pull their mouth off of me with a most sinful pop. They leave our hands intertwined, but take the hand that was inside of me and lift the wet fingers to their lips, sucking off my remaining juices with great pleasure. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, partly from disbelief but mostly from the residual high. They lock eyes with me and smile innocently, as if they hadn’t just sucked the life out of me in the best way possible.

Bella then wraps both arms around me and holds my body as tightly to their own as they can without hurting me. I then realize they’re doing this because my legs are trembling and they’re allowing me to use them as support. I’m grateful for the attentiveness and melt in their arms, wrapping my own around their shoulders. They hold me like this for a few minutes, and I smile knowing they would have remained there for hours if I’d asked them to.

“You were so good for me, pretty girl.” The praise is of the utmost comfort and I tuck my face into the crook of their neck. Placing soft, practically indebted kisses on their skin serves as a ‘thank you’ since I’m still very much recovering.

“I love being the only one to make you feel this good.”

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punishereditz · 1 year

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All Night

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Use of they/them pronouns. Making out. Teasing. Fingering. Edging. Grinding. Begging kink. Praise kink. Dirty talk. Dom Bella and Sub reader.

AN: This is a request post for @flatzies I'm so sorry I couldn't get this posted sooner; I have been extremely busy and haven't had time to write, but I hope you like it!

Summary: Bella takes you to the backseat.

Bella’s hand slowly began to move up and down your leg. Lightly squeezing your thigh, moving your dress up in the process. The touch of their fingers tickling across your skin made you tense. Your legs squeezing together and your breath hitching. They have been teasing you all night. Whenever they would walk by, they would hold the small of your back. Their touch lingering. And if no one was paying attention, they would squeeze your ass lightly, making you blush.

Now, their hand keeps making it’s way closer to your core. Your hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly to the point your knuckles are white. You move your hand down to theirs, attempting to move their hand away, but they don’t let you. You glance over at them, seeing that they hold a cheeky smirk. You keep your hand on theirs, trying to keep them still for the rest of the ride.

You breathe in relief once your parked in the hotel parking lot, but your breath is quickly taken away again when their hand prickles up your thigh and over your stomach, stopping right under your boob. When their fingers brush over your hard nipples, you gasp. Letting your head fall back. Bella’s smirk grows at your action, chuckling lowly. They lean over to you, hovering their lips over your neck. Their breath hot against your ear. “Get in the back seat.”

You quickly do as your told. Crawling to the back seat, you cross your legs when your eyes meet their sinful ones. The wetness growing painfully. They quickly join you, sitting next to you. Their hand moving from your knee to your inner thigh. Just before their hand can touch your core, they move away. Putting their hand on your side instead. They look into your eyes as they lean down. Taking the strap of your dress between their teeth and pulling it down off your shoulder. They start leaving light kisses on your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, stopping at your jawline and biting the skin, then smoothing it with their tongue. When they bite at that spot again, you moan, your back arching.

They pull away, holding your chin in their hand, leaning your head up so that your lips will meet. You lean into them, into their touch, the softness of their lips as they slowly kiss you. Taking their time. Making sure to savor it. Savor up all of it. The way you feel on their lips, your hands holding their thighs. Squeezing them and treating them the same way that they touched yours. When you do, Bella pulls away. A shaky breath leaving their lips. But they quickly pull it together. And they pull you with them.

Smashing their lips to yours. They wrap their hand around your neck. Pulling you closer to them. They don't waste a second, their tongue diving in. Teasing yours at first. But then they get greedy. They lap their tongue with yours at an unholy place, making it difficult for you to keep up. Holding your neck tight so you can't escape. Keeping you in place. You moan into their mouth. Melting to their touch like butter. Their tongue circling yours, and their mouth feels so good, you can't help but wonder what their mouth would feel like on your pussy. Would they eat you out like the way they are devouring your mouth right now? The thought makes you weak. The wetness pooling in your underwear, desperate for friction.

Before you even think, you grind against their thigh, moaning into their mouth that hasn't left your lips for a second until now. They look you up and down, their hand going to your hip to stop your movement. You look at their lips and how they are red, shiny, and plum.

"Not so fast sweetheart." They speak. Their breath heavy. The hand that rest on your hip moves between your cunt and their thigh. They push your dress up to your waist, their hand pushing your underwear to the side. Their fingers sliding into your folds. Making you suck in a sharp breath. Your eyes closing shut.

They tilt their head. Chuckling at you, they speak, "Is this what you wanted?" You nod rapidly, but that's not good enough for them. They press their finger to your clit. Circling it and just when you're arching your back, moaning their name, on the edge, they pull away.

"Use those words love." Their voice is laced with this darkness, a daringness.

"Please, Bella, this, this is what I want. I want you. Please." You pant. Looking into their eyes, trying to grind your hips down on their hand, but they move it away.

"Good girl." They kiss you deeply. Their finger teasing your clit. Working your high back up, but all of a sudden, they pull away from you. Getting out of the car, then holding their hand out for you. You look at them confused, but you take their hand. Letting them help you out of the car. Once you're to your feet, they lean into you to whisper in your ear.

"I'm gonna have you screaming all night princess."

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey smut #bella ramsey x reader #bella pls date me??#the last of us #last of us #the last of us smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie smut

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tomblythsslut · 9 months

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I feel like bella is so mable pines coded yk?

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey smut #bella ramsey #mable pines #mable pines coded

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tvgerl · 1 year

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Night Drive

Bella Ramsey x fem!reader

req by @flatzies

WARNINGS: fingering, dirty talk, sucking v, overstimulation, doing it in the car, smut, explicit, degrading.

NOTES: both are nineteen

“C’mon girl, i’ll take you home” The party just ended and Bella doesn’t want you to go walking by yourself at night, “Thanks Bel, i’m sorry to bother you”

“We’re friends since kinder, you’ll never bother me” You entered the car and she started driving, “She looks so hot driving” you thought “Stop” You said out loud, and Bella stopped driving “What’s wrong?” She put her hand on your thigh and you shaked, the alcohol you have in your system wasn’t helping “Oh, nothing, just thinking about something” You said, but it wasn’t enough for Bella. “And what was that? Thinking ‘bout me?” Your face made an expression of shock and Bella looked at you, “Tell me, what was that you were thinking ‘bout me?” Her face was closer to yours and you started panicking, she was challenging you and the tension was growing fast.

“I’m not thinking ‘bout you, don’t know—” You tried to ignore that but it was impossible “Stop pretending it’s not that” She grabbed her face on your jaw and put his lips closer to yours “Kiss me, I know y’want it” Oh Lord, you wanted that so hard, so you just did it.

It wasn’t a long time from the first kiss you to her putting her hand under your shirt and started touching your hips and tits, you were gasping because of her delicate touches “Bella, do you think its a good idea doing this here?” She looked at you “Of course, im gonna take care of your needs right here”

Bella started to unbutton your jeans and taking them off, until you were only in your underwear “Do you want me to take it, don’t you?” She was following the line of your underwear with her fingers “Please take it off” You said “Look how stupid you look begging for me to eat your pussy” Bella take your underwear off and started to touch yourself with her fingers.

“D’you like it?” Her eyes were full of desire “Ye-yes” You gasped, Bella knew how to pleasure you and she’s making you feel sure about that… “Bella i—m close to come”

Suddenly, she started to kiss your tits and licking them, your moans were higher than before, but she didn’t stop in that part, her mouth slowly went to your pussy “If you were enjoying that, this’ going to be your downfall” then she started to suck your pussy and fingering you at the same time, and as she said, it was your downfall…

“Bell-a i’m close” your breath was hard, your walls were tight and that electric sensation traveled all over your body until it reached your climax, a long moan made Bella realize that you had come.

“Do you enjoyed it?” She asks “I can’t wait for the next night drive”

— The end. (reqs open)

#bella ramsey #ellie williams #ellie miller #tlou x reader #bella x reader #bella ramsey smut #wlw post #wlw smut

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ramseyloml · 11 months

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y/n is a songwriter known for her insane guitar skills and she met bella through red carpet events. what happens when bella says something in an interview that peaks y/n's interest.

read here

(ongoing)

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d-nessi · 1 year

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A/N:

Oh boy that chapter is huuuge and took me 4 days. And as if this is not enought I need holy water after writing that filthy but cuuute fic. I lose control on some point, the reason it's so long. Sry but hope you like it❤️

WARNING: little bit of agression, being jealous, sickness,!! masturbation and smut is clearly marked!! Bella is a completely innocent potat and for me it was my first soft smut....hope it's not too trashy

Wordcount: 4k ...holy clicker....

Proofread: yes but I'm german as always so... ;)

Love that song and thought it fits perfect for this chapter♡

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CHAPTER 4

♡IF I ONLY COULD♡

"bless you Honey" Bella sneezes.

"you ok?" I ask them.

"yeah I'm fine thanks" he smiles at me while we grab our luggage at the calgary airport, wrapped up tightly cause of the weather that hits us all pretty hard.

-22 degrees and pure white snow everywhere covers the world. "We should stop landing on different planets" I laugh and grab my tissue out of my pocket.

While we are about to leave the airport we hear someone calling "Bellie!" Almost cinematic, Bella turns around, her look which immediately tells me that she knows exactly who is calling her.

There it is! The huge and incredibly sweet grin of her!

With a speed she is embraced, not by anyone no. There is only one who makes her laugh like that and that is papa Pedro. Even I have to smile broadly.

This happy mood is so contagious!

"Pedro, you're here already? God, I missed you so much all this time," she says so british I could melt.

"Bella, it's so good to see you here again! Aaaaaand yes I am already here today because I have to go through some scenes with Craig and Neil.

There's a lot coming up" He winks at her and then looks at me, who waits patiently.

"And who is this pretty young lady?" he asks smiling at me.

"aah so Pedro that's Y/N. Y/N? That's Pedro" Bella seems pretty happy which also makes me happy.

"It's an honor to meet you, Bella told me a lot about your time on set. I'm glad you took such good care of her" I tell him, which makes him look mischievously at Bella, as if he knew directly what was going on between us.

A real daddy. Pedro looks at his watch and gets a little hectic.

"I'm running out of time, I'll see you on set in the next few weeks! Adiós cariños" He waves as he leaves and Bella looks after him wistfully.

"Zaddy huh?" I give her a cheeky grin and she punches me on my arm. "Come on let's go before we freeze here".

With our luggage we move on until we finally arrive at our hotel room. "How did you stand it on the first shoot? This is inhumanly cold."

"eating a lot of healthy food and going pretty often outside." she says while unpacking her bag. She sneezes again and grabs a towel. "I need a hot bath. Tomorrow is the meeting with Neil right after breakfast."

"alright!" I throw myself on the bed and close my eyes while Bella takes a bath.

------NEXT DAY AT THE MEETING-----

"Neiiil it's so nice to see you again" Bella hugs him with joy.

"Y/N!" I introduce myself and can't believe I'm in front of the head of Naughty Dog. "it's an absolutely honor to meet you! I really enjoyed every game you made!" I tell him in awe.

"so what is the next game your working on?" I look cheeky with the knowledge that he will not tell me anyway.

He looks mysterious and pretends not to know. A Cough. No not because Neil Druckman wants to distract.

No that came from Bella this time again.

"So let's get started right away! This way. There are a total of just over 600 women who have applied for Dina. a few of them are on the shortlist. we'll look at all of them and you Bella make it clear which ones you have a good feeling about."

"all right" she says rather absently and takes her text sheet in her hand. Again a cough as she tries to talk to the various Dina performers.

I can feel the tension emanating from Bella all the way to me. Something is not right.

I go closer to her to make sure that everything is in order since we are here for about 3 hours. The Dina actress also comes close to her, almost too close.

"Bella?" Neil looks questioningly at her as she makes no more sound.

I was about to push my way through when Bella collapses and the actress representing Dina catches her. She holds her bridal style which almost makes me puke.

"Bella! What's going on!?" I ask with concern all over my face.

"I don't know. We were just saying our lines and then she collapsed," the Dina actress says, looking worriedly at Bella, grabbing her forehead and putting her forehead against Bella's so she can better feel if he has a fever. "Give him to me!" my tone is anything but relaxed.

"I'll take her to the doctor" says the actress.

Bella is breathing heavily and obviously sweating, which only makes me more anxious.

"I told you to hand her over to me!!!" Without realizing that my tone sounds almost aggressive, I get almost threateningly close to the actress, who hands Bella to me, completely perplexed.

"I will immediately request the doctor to your hotel room, don't worry Y/N." Neil puts a hand on my shoulder and I leave together with Bella in bridal style the set, back to our room.

"I'm so sorry babe...I knew something was wrong. I shouldn't have let you go."

Her breath is still fast and short, totally sweaty, she doesn't even have the strength to hold on to me anymore.

"Y/N....." she whispers almost inaudibly while I look at her with a sad face.

"here we go" Arrived I immediately put her to bed her whole body shaking terribly.

"it's ok sweety...I'm here I promise" I cuddle up to him for now, take him in my arms and put my chin on his head.

Firmly gripped, he snuggles close to me and mumbles inaudibly something to himself. Completely exhausted, Bella tries to control her breathing, which is almost impossible due to the trembling.

"You're burning up...I'll get you something to cool you down"

With the cool cloth on his forehead I try to lower his temperature a bit. "If I only could swap places with you...If I only could be sick...not you"

"mmmhh...." Bella whimpers and is completely drenched in sweat.

"can you change your clothes? you're freezing because you're all sweaty babe" I say calmly but Bella shakes her head. "ok do you want me to help you?" a normal question.

She nods and tries to sit up with all her strength.

"ok hands up sweety" without much effort I have the hoodie in my hand.

quite clever Bella.........no bra.

I put the hoodie aside while Bella doesn't even notice that she is sitting topless in front of me.

Damn!

I swallow, bite my lower lip with all my might.

Pull yourself together shit! I thought, while grabbing a loose shirt and pull it over her head.

"thaaat's a good boy" I joke, looking down at his trousers. "lay down then we'll have it done in a minute. The doctor will be here soon as well."

He lies down, his breath still faster than usual, I reach for his waistband.

If I didn't know better, he'd be bright red because of my actions.

I blame the fever. Trousers off and aside my gaze falls on his panties and I pray to God that this is now only wet because of all the sweat.

"jesus...." I say inaudibly and want to grab the new one as Bella grabs me by my arm, pulls powerless and looks at me completely blurred. "B...Bella....what..." I stammer "you have to put something on or you'll soon have pneumonia" I look at her worriedly, but she absentmindedly grabs my hand and leads it between her legs directly on her panties.

This is now a joke. my totally sick girlfriend is so delirious with fever that she can't even think straight. great! "Sweety your completely out of mind...come on" I take my hand back to me, breath deeply and want to put on her new shorts. When I start to put them on, she pulls her legs towards her and pouts while looking at me almost pathetically begging for more.

"Bella....if you want to make out ok, but not now and not when you're so sick!" I say with a stern look and put my hand on her thigh. "It's not that I don't want to but I want you to be yourself." Fuck I don't even know how much experience she has.

"We just leave the shorts off" I say relaxed and with a kiss on her thigh I wanted to cuddle up to her as it knocks on the door. I open and the doctor comes in, goes to her and looks at her more closely.

"I can reassure you, this is a common flu infection. in 2-3 days she should be much better!" He puts medicine on the table and wishes her a speedy recovery as he leaves.

"Well thank god it's nothing worse...so...let's give you your medicine and relax more" I say while I get everything ready, give it to her and finally nuzzle up to her. "the actress tho......" My face completely thoughtful while whispering.

----------------2 Days later----------‐-------

Bella is doing much better so he has decided to go back to work without remembering everything that happens the day he collapsed. Everyone is pleased to see that he is already feeling better. And as if I would have thought it, the same actress who grabbed Bella shows up.

"hey Bella are you feeling better?"

"yes thank you" he smiles simply and grabs his script. Almost affectionate as a dog, she creeps around Bella and speaks her lines.I sit in the background and trust Bella completely. When it comes to acting, she's a natural, she doesn't have to prove anything to anyone anymore.

A flurry of activity ensues when Pedro suddenly appears. Bella totally happy hugs him and they talk about various things.

everyone laughs and the actress of Dina becomes super pushy. Bella obviously a bit annoyed takes it easy, which is not the case with me. This bitch gets on my nerves! Pedro greets Neil while Bella and the actress continue with the rehearsals.

"ugh... ok I think that's enough for now." Bella looks at the list of all the performers when he suddenly feeling hands on his shoulders.

"let's rehearse some other lines, i can recite some more!" the actress shouting completely weird.

Awkwardly Bella turns away and gives her a 'WTF' look."

"ah....sorry I have enou--"

"get your fucking hands off of her! I swear!" I walk over to Bella, all eyes on me. "don't you fucking dare touch her again!" i look at her like a mother wolf defending her young, ready to do anything.

"everything good here? stay calm" is the first thing pedro says. I stare at the actress and want to turn around when I hear her snort arrogantly. "Who are you to tell me what to do!"

".........."

I turn around, ready to kick her ass, but I don't get far. "HEY HEY relax!" shouts Neil and he and Bella hold me tight so I don't tear her apart.

"you fucking chick keep your hands better off of my girlfriend!" I growl at that bitch and I swear if they weren't holding me she would be the next bloater in the show without any recognition value.

Bella grabs my face in her hands "babe it's ok calm down I don't give a shit about her I promise you." She tries to placate me with a goddamn sweet look. "She just wanted to act for the show".

"Yeah... Exactly....." I said ironically

"Enough here now. You pack your things and get out! We'll find someone else for this part" The actress disappears and I sulk after her while Neil lets go of me. Bella also takes an annoyed breath and goes to Neil. "please don't blame her, the actress was very pushy" she explains relaxed.

"I understand, just let's get on with it already. something like that can't happen again!" Neil makes clear while Bella looks down at her feet reproachfully as she feels Pedro's hands on her back .

"nice that you have someone who is obviously very important to you" he winks at Bella and claps his hands. "so let's just get on with the work and relax. VAMOS!"

Neil looks around at the other actresses and takes a cup of coffee. "Twenty minute break and then we'll continue. We don't have too much time left today." I go and find a quiet spot away from them.

The rest of the day was quiet and Bella took her role as ellie very serious. Unbelievable how she is so in charakter while acting. it's like seeing the ellie from the show, not my bella.

Well thats also pretty hot, I smile and still have a guilty conscience. the thought that this actress touched bella makes me sick to my stomach. So they call this professional? don't make me laugh....

"Hey Ellie! Look at me. It's Okay! your Home. Your Home!" The Dina actress speaks her line while Bella going nuts in this awfull scene I remember of the game. She is unbelievable. It's as if she's really experiencing these terrifying flashbacks.

I rest while the exercises come to an end and finally we can go back in our hotelrooms. The way back was silent. Bella is obviously exhausted and I'm still pissed about the stupid actress. When I arrive, I close the door in annoyance and look at Bella without a word, who just throws herself on the bed.

"Y/N are you ok? I mean come on....she just touched me...nothing serious." Bella gets up and comes towards me.

"where did she touch you?" I stand in front of her completely indifferent.

"what...?" Bella looks at me confused.

"show it to me..." I move closer, place both my arms by the sides of her head and lightly press her against the wall while looking into her eyes.

"W...why is that important?"

"because I will clean every single spot"

"And...how...? She looks at me almost helplessly.

"I'm gonna...." I start kissing her neck very gently than slowly work my way to her shoulder, making sure every single spot is mine. ".....Kiss every single spot on you where you've been touched" I say teasingly, a sweet moan escapes her mouth and her breathing becomes faster. damn she likes it....

but this satisfaction isn't enough for me......

every single kiss becomes more greedy and makes her body tremble. Doesn't seem like anyone has ever done it to her when she's that sensitive. "mhm..." a short whimper comes out while she loses all strength in her legs and sinks to the ground.

I squat down and give her a cheeky look. "Already done?" I get closer to see her sweaty face. "Babe everything alright? was I too bo--l-...." She interrupts me with a kiss, so I fall back on the floor with her, with my back to the bed and looks at me expectantly.

"...how experienced are you?" I almost whisper.

"had never the chance to make some..." she says a little ashamed and blushes.

I smile lovingly and take her cheek in my hand. "It's ok baby, then let's have this experience together. I've never been with a woman myself so...at least it's a little bit new for me as well.

She looks at me uncertainly and I kiss her carefully and tenderly on her soft lips, but she finds it difficult to respond.

"you wanna wait? it's ok...you decide when time is perfect" she looks so incredibly innocent I just wanna give her the pleasure of her life.

"just a little...I need time to think about it' or to...prepare" She stands up and takes a breath. "Honestly? That felt nice" She smiles really wide at me, just the kind of smile that could melt me.

GAAAWD

"can you stop being so cute!? or otherwise I can't resist anymore" I laugh and poke her in the stomach. "Let's just snuggle and go sleeping. I have a whole workday on my laptop tomorrow while your being my ellie" I wink to her, grab her and throw her on the bed, she completely laughing.

--------------NEXT DAY---------------

The day starts pretty simply as we woke up. She is already awake, ready to continue rehearsing and bent over me to give me a soft kiss on my sleepy lips.

"see you this evening my darling" she said in the most british way I could just die. Her british acent is to damn hot as if the queen westeros speaks in person right next to me. Better don't call her Lady I thought and start to get ready as well.

Everyone spent today with their work without any further complications and I can't wait to take a hot shower and go to our bed.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡WARNING SMUT ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

(SKIP CHAP. IF U'R UNCOMFORTABLE)

I unlock the door and put my key down, take off my shoes and am about to enter the room when I hear strange noises. I stare at the door to our room and blink a few times because what I'm hearing sounds like someone having a hell of a time without me.

I peek through the door and I wish my eyes hadn't seen it THIS. There she lies completely naked and plays with her fingers in places that I would love to play. Her sweet and wet folds screaming for love.

Her movements looks clumsy almost helpless and fuck....I would help her so bad that only the thought of it gives me goosebumps everywhere.

She really tries hard and right now I understand what she's been meaning to 'prepare'. She looks like she doesn't do it that much. Did she ever cum on her own? All the thoughts making me nuts.

My heart is racing and I take a few steps back as Bella keeps moaning softly.

Shouldn't she still be on set for the night rehearsal? I grab the front doorknob to open the door only to slam it shut with a jerk.

Loud enough for Bella to hear. I wait a moment and walk slowly to the door, spy in and see that she's covered by her blanket.

well... "hey Bells sweety your tired? Thought you had to work through the whole night" I walk in.

"That's been postponed until tomorrow so I'm already there." Her voice is slightly shaky.

I can literally see that she's horny.

"I'll take a quick shower and then I'll go to bed with you"

Only briefly inside I come out of the bathroom. Her look almost hurts. She looks unrelaxed and her legs are visibly tense under the covers. Only with a towel around I look at her pitifully.

"How do you stand it?" I come to the edge of her bed and sit down. "I heard you when I came home"

Bella hides more under her blanket

"Without you, I didn't think much about it...but since I've had you, I've had this feelings again and again...." She looks at me for help, almost begging. I look at her and run my hand under the covers along her thighs the reason Bella melts already by that touch.

"I think your body would appreciate letting me blow off some pressure" I whisper softly.

"It's so embarrassing" She hides under her blanket, bright red in the face.

"Oh dear, it doesn't have to be. I just want you to feel good." I'd better keep the fact that my heart is racing to myself and crawl under the covers to her, can smell every scent from her body. He's screaming for relief so bad. I bend over her while supporting myself with my hands on the sides of her head.

"Don't worry, I'll do it very gently." She nods, her breathing shaky full of excitement.

"Tell me when I should stop" Still under the blanket, I bend down to her and start kissing her neck tenderly.

Soft moans escape her innocent lips and suddenly she grabs my towel. Her beautiful fawn eyes looking at me.

"It would only be fair if you weren't wearing anything either" she says with a shy gaze.

I smirk and let her undress me.

"your so beautiful" realizing what she is doing she gets tears in her eyes, covering the face with her hands. I gently grab them and kiss her tears away. "are you ok?" I said so calmly even a mountain lion could be tamed.

"yeah..it's just....I...I'm so happy right now" she smiles a bit embarrassed.

"well that's good. I wanna make you even more happy" I smile cheekily and kiss her softly on the mouth, deepen it and feel her hips press against me, giving me goose bumps everywhere. I work my way down to her chest and look at her almost begging. She nods shyly and small noises exiting her innocent lips, hips bucking under my touch.

Bella is already close to heaven I can feel it, her body already slightly shaking. While her breath getting more ponderous under her sinnful moans I keep working my way down, stopping right befor her most sensitive spot.

"can I touch you?" I breathe heavily, my heart to excited to beating correctly.

She hesitate for a single moment but nods, me pushing the blanket out of my fucking sight to pet her slit gently. A sudden moan escapes her mouth.

"holy shit....your so wet....and all for me!" While I realize where my fingers are right now, especially WHO I gave the pleasure I start to going nuts. I can barely hold myself back, the reason I kiss her clit making Bella to a moaning mess.

"Y.....Y/N..." Her moans starting getting heavier, her back arching off the bed begging for so much more of the sensation.

"w...weird feeling...w....please wait!"

"you ever cum by yourself baby?" I ask with a husky voice and move my hand a little bit slower. She shakes her head no and I start to move my hand faster, not thinking about to stop. "Y/N! wait i....it's so weird!" she moans ungodly under my kisses I startet again on her clit.

"it's ok......let it come. you will love it" I say between the kisses and can feel she wants to squeezes her shaking tighs. "t.....to much...it's to much oh gawd!" her moans complete out of control sounding almost pornographic while she tries to keep her breath.

"there you go darling" I can feel her whole pussy throbbing more, getting pretty intens and I speed up.

"I can't.....I can't contr...ol...feels...so good"

"cum all for me baby!" She screams so sinnfull and her whole body is trembeling while experiencing the feeling for the first time. "what a brave queen..." I kiss her belly, teasing her a bit more and finally let her calm down.

"holy fuck.....that was....-"

"intense?" I give her a sweet smile and cuddle up to her, taking the blanket that we're not getting cold.

"I never thought it would be so good" she says so british again I have to kiss her right now. She not that shy anymore deepens the kiss and whimpers in it.

"someone enjoyed the taste and wants more huh?" I look resolutely into her eyes.

"you're awesome Y/N" she kisses me.

"no.....you're awesome....you're everything for me...seriously. I think I love you Bella" I never was this serious in my life. Bella looks overwhelmed and just snuggles up to me with no response. That's enough for me...... for now.

Yeeeah so here we go. If u liked it show me if u want I'm just curious if its not trash😭

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swftpoet · 11 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

Bella Ramsey × fem!reader

sinopse: Em um universo diferente, onde os Estados Unidos se divide entre Leste e Oeste, monarquia e república, a princesa Isabella May Ramsey se envolve em um escândalo após ser flagrada beijando sua arqui-inimiga, a filha do presidente do Leste, você.

avisos: essa historia se passa em um universo alternativo, apesar de "feminilizar" Bella o objetivo não é esse, me inspirei em VBSA, é algo sobre duas garotas publicas se envolvendo se descobrindo. Se não for seu tipo de conteúdo, apenas não leia,

classificação: +18 MENORES NÃO INTERAGIR!!!!

REBLOGUES E CURTIDAS SÃO MUITO APRECIADOS <3

NÃO TRADUZIR PARA OUTRA PLATAFORMA

resumo do capítulo: tudo ficou uma bagunça; smuts

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? (s)he looks up grinning like a devil

— Mas só quando eu não estou sendo uma princesinha perfeita?—Você sorriu, ela estava te citando.

— Adoro quando você me cita, me dá vontade de, sei lá te beijar...

Em 2020, seu pai conseguiu um fato inédito, assumindo a ponta das intenções de voto com uma semana das eleições presidenciais, ele se tornou a quarta geração de uma mesma família a assumir a presidência do Leste. Houve quatro dias de festa, foi lindo e você bebeu muito. Foi seu primeiro escândalo a vir a público. Nunca houve uma repreensão contra suas atitudes, na verdade, sua imagem era boa para os tablóides, mesmo com uma essência rebelde, alcoólica e levemente encrenqueiro, suas notas na faculdade eram excelentes ~primeira da turma~, sempre impecável em eventos públicos e principalmente ativa em projetos sociais que valorizavam a imagem da sua família, o discurso da sua mãe de como não queriam que a política intervisse na sua vida particular, funcionava bem. Os dois lados da Miss Americana, a jovem dedicada a família, a garota em busca da diversão.

Era bom, você gostava. E era único. Nick, seu irmão mais velho podia lidar com a pressão de ser um político, ele gostava daquele mundo. Você sempre foi social, o acordo era não causar uma guerra. E indiretamente, foi o que você fez.

As manchetes brilharam numa quinta feira, você apontando o dedo na cara da princesa na saída de um jogo de futebol entre dois estados, o motivo? Isabella ficou te encarando.

— Juro por Deus, se ela não parar eu vou bater nela.

Sua voz soou um pouco mais alta, o que fez Nick gargalhar ganhando atenção de outras pessoas do camarote presidencial.

Johanna arregalou os olhos, meio surpresa, tudo fingimento, se alguém sabia de todo seu ódio por Bella e a monarquia, esse alguém era sua assistente e melhor amiga.

— Você não pode!

Nick apontou um dedo em seu rosto, fazendo você revirar os olhos. Ele tinha razão, mas a princesa do outro lado, estava te tirando do sério, em tantos malditos níveis.

Você voltou a seu olhar para o jogo, mas sentiu que a princesa manteve o olhar em você, e aquilo estava fazendo seu sangue ferver. Se levantando num impulso, deixando nada além da raiva te guiar, você bateu ou pés em direção á ela, parando apenas quando dois seguranças fizeram uma barreira entre vocês duas, então ela falou, e sua voz profunda fez sua ossos tremerem. Aquele olhar inocente, não combinava com a voz dele.

— Podem deixar ela passar!

Eles saíram da sua frente, mas os segundos esfriaram um pouco da sua raiva. Bella apontou a cadeira livre do seu lado, você se sentou, sem qualquer postura, como se aquilo pudesse afeta-la. Não podia, porque Bella te admirava, e invejava, tendo posições tão paralelamente parecidas, e vidas distintas, era impossível não sentir uma pontada de inveja, ela queria ser como você, as vezes ser como você, mas na maioria do tempo ela queria ter você.

— A visão daqui é melhor?

Sua voz soou casualmente, mas a princesa notou uma leve ironia.

— Eu diria que sim, mas esse jogo está chato.

— Você é tão tapada? Eu perguntei, se daqui pode me encarar melhor?

Ela engasgou, ficando vermelha por ter sido pega.

— Me desculpe, eu não quis..

Seu dedo estava a centímetros do rosto dela, numa ação parecida com a de Nick momentos atrás, a diferença no ar era palpável no entanto, enquanto de um lado amigável, do outro qualquer movimento esperado era para o pior cenário.

— Não seja patética, se continuar me encarando vai se ver comigo. E saiba que não vou dar a mínima para as questões de Estado.

Você se afastou, não registrando a maneira como ela pressionou as coxas, o calor descendo do rosto para o meio das pernas.

Nick abriu a porta do seu quarto sem bater, te encontrando enrolada debaixo de três lençóis grossos enquanto o ar condicionado estava ligado no máximo.

— estamos em meio a um dos verões mais quente, por que aqui está congelando?

Você fungou.

— Queria me enterrar aqui para sempre.

— Meu deus, aquela garota mexeu mesmo com você.

Ele se sentou do seu lado, esperando por alguma ação sua, tudo que você fez foi mostrar o celular, sua última mensagem brilhando na tela.

Nick suspirou, você pode sentir o peso se afastar do colchão, os passos ficando mais baixos conforme ele se afastava.

— Ficar aí embaixo não vai trazer ela de volta...

Seu coração apertou com a verdade dele. Se esconder nunca foi algo seu, e de fato, chorar por um término não faria Bella voltar, ou seu coração se curar.

Uma hora depois você entrou no carro, com destino a pista particular presidencial, sem avisar a ninguém de seus planos, afinal porque não usar as vantagens que sua posição te oferece, nesse caso o jatinho do presidente, disponível para viagens curtas dentro do próprio território e países fronteiriços. Puxando sua cópia de jogos vorazes, aquela cena onde Katniss tem certeza que perdeu Peeta, era como você se sentia, correndo no escuro, se pegando a esperança de ter sido qualquer outro, rezando para que Bella te aceitasse de volta.

— Senhorita, não temos autorização para pousar fora do país.

O piloto avisou pelo rádio. Seu plano, muito mal calculado estava indo por água a baixo, exceto pelos deuses, um raio cortando o céu obrigando o aeroporto do Oeste a aceitar qualquer voo pela emergência.

O carro preto com a pequena bandeira balançando o brasão dos Ramsey, ela odiava. Observando de longe o jatinho esperando a tempestade passar para voltar para casa, nenhuma outra alma viva por perto.

— Cassandra, temos paparazzi na pista?

A ruiva que cuidava pessoalmente da segurança de Bella negou.

— Alguma ameaça a minha segurança?

— Além de você e dos raios? Nenhuma alteza.

Bella assentiu, vendo a chuva molhar tudo.

— Se eu sair correndo, eles abrem a porta?

Cassandra achou seus olhos pelo retrovisor.

— Serão obrigados, você é a princesa!

Um segundo depois, Bella corria em direção a pista, deixando a água encharcar seus sapatos e moletom, ignorando toda a bagunça que estava se tornando. A visão sendo tomada pela sua última lembrança real.

Naquela mesma pista, um mês antes. sozinhas em uma tarde ensolarada. Você admirava o brilho do sol refletido nos olhos de Bella, o sorriso genuíno e um pouco nervoso por suas piadas indelicadas.

— Sabe, eu pensei que você me odiava.

Bella disse enquanto você acendia seu cigarro, sem se preocupar com qualquer medida de segurança, sem se importar em deixar ela cheirando a fumaça e nicotina, igual a você. Bella também não se importava, na verdade, considerando que aquele era seu ultimo momento juntas, ela gostaria de cheirar a você.

— E quem disse que eu não o faço?—o sorriso dela vacilou e suas bochechas coraram, você tentou imaginar no porque daquela reação, mas tudo existia em sua mente era no quão linda ela ficava corada, você queria beijá-la. Pensando se seus lábios seriam suaves como ela agia na frente de todos, ou violentos como ela agia com você. — estou brincando, eu não te odeio, na verdade, acho que até gosto de você...

— Mas só quando eu não estou sendo uma princesinha perfeita?—Você sorriu, ela estava te citando.

— Adoro quando você me cita, me dá vontade de, sei lá te beijar.

— Beija!

O ar ficou rarefeito de repente, ela estava se aproximando, as mãos se enroscando no seu pulso. Foi a primeira vez que ela te deixou sem palavras.

— O quê você está fazendo?

sua voz vacilou, muito longe da sua dominância natural.

— Estou esperando você me beijar. Eu meio que quero isso.

— Você meio que quer?

— Não, eu tenho certeza. Me beija.

Bella estava a um passo de implorar, e você estava adorando. Amando ver aquele desespero, aquela vontade, aquele desejo tão desesperado borbulhando na superfície, toda tensão se tornando algo mais intimo que fazia sua calcinha molhar. Seus lábios encontraram os dela com calma, mas isso foi deixado de lado quando o gemido suave dele ricocheteou em sua garganta, tornando tudo mais ávido, sua mão na cintura dela, apertando a pele por de baixo da blusa, a outra mão segurando sua nuca contra seu próprio rosto, sua coxa no meio das dela deixando que ela se esfregasse em você, malditos sejam os jeans que te impediam de sentir ela. A falta de ar separou seus lábios, mas suas mãos não deixaram ela se afastar completamente, incitando a continuar moendo contra sua coxa. Palavras sujas em seu ouvido, gemidos baixos e contidos que faziam suas paredes se contraírem no vazio.

— Seja uma boa princesa e goze na minha coxa.

As mãos dela agarrando sua camisa, olhos se revirando quando você lambeu aquele ponto no pescoço, se amaldiçoando por querer marcar ela, sabendo que isso traria problemas.

— Faça, por favor.

— Você quer que eu marque você?

ela acenou rapidamente, fechando os olhos, a umidade se acumulando deixando sua calça pegajosa.

quando seus lábios chuparam aquele mesmo ponto ela gritou, alcançando seu alto. Os olhos fechados, lábios entreabertos, respiração instável. seus braços envolveram Bella enquanto ela descia do seu alto, palavras doces e elogios.

Se alguém pudesse ver a bagunça que vocês haviam feito na vida uma da outra.

Exceto que alguém havia visto.

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 1 year

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time ❥

Pairing: Pre!Outbreak Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re the school nurse at Sarah’s middle school and you’re volunteered to chaperone the school dance alongside her father, Joel Miller. After some other teachers upset you there, he makes a point of showing you how he feels while also teaching those assholes a lesson.

A/N: okay so i know i just wrote one but you guys were so sweet in the notes :) *sobbing* and im obsessed with him so another Joel Miller fic for you, this one’s more fluffy tho here’s a sweet, smutty one, inspired by that one scene in “The Lost Husband” YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, enjoy and feedback as always is appreciated >~< i cant stop writing him PREPARED TO BE SICK O’ ME

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, cheesy, just absolute fuckin fluff, mentions of death, months pre-outbreak, language, reader is insulted, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, slight age gap, reader has panic attack, public making out, jealous!reader, Joel loves his pet names, he talks you through it, oral f! receiving, p in v, praise, unprotected sex, y’all it’s a lot

You sip on your mug full of sugary coffee and rub your temple, tired from a night of little sleep. That’s when Sarah Miller, your favorite student, patient, and professional instigator, strides through your office doors with a big smile on her face.

You open up your snack drawer with an affectionate roll of your eyes, grab a pack of skittles, and throw it her way.

She catches it mid-air and sits down on the bed by your door, kicking her feet while she pops only the red ones into her mouth.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one of these days, hun,” you breathe a laugh.

“Don’t worry,” she sighs, still grinning. “I’m on my lunch break and I finished it fast so I could come see you.”

You smile softly behind the rim of your mug, “Well, I’m glad to see you. What is it that you’re smiling so much about?”

“Awe,” she points to your mug. “You’re using the mug I got you.”

You look at the front of the mug, the words, “World’s Greatest Grandma”, on the front of if it with the word Grandma scratched out with a wash-proof marker and replaced with “Nurse”. She claimed she couldn’t find one that said what she wanted so she had to get creative. It makes you laugh every time you pick it up.

“It’s my most prized possession,” you nod, matching her expression. “Now answer my question.”

She leans forward, having finished off all the red skittles, and hands it back to you so you can eat the rest.

She says it in one, hyperactive breath, “I got my dad to volunteer at the school dance!”

You choke a bit on your coffee.

Setting down the bag of skittles and your mug, you look up at her and chuckling, “Why would you want to do that? Don’t most kids want their parents far away from their homecoming?”

She shakes her head like you’re not getting what she’s saying, exasperated, “I invited him for you, Nurse y/n.”

“I- Why would you-” you let out a nervous laugh before pulling yourself together. “Sarah. Why would you invite him for me, sweetheart?”

“Because you like him,” she props her head up against the wall behind her, a sly little smirk on her lips. She crosses her legs. “Obviously.”

You sip your coffee, a small scoff leaving you, “I don’t have a crush on your father, Ms. Miller. Since when do you play matchmaker, huh?”

“Since he asks about you like all the time,” she groans. “I told him that you’re coming and he basically dropped everything to come.”

Heat blooms in your face but you clear your throat and feign nonchalance despite it. It would be incredibly unprofessional for you to have a juvenile, little crush on a student’s father. Even if he is incredibly handsome, sweet, charming, funny, and a wonderful, single father to his little girl who you also have a soft spot for.

But you do and you’re convinced it’s a bit bigger than a little one. You don’t act on it though because you’ve kidded yourself into thinking it would go away, wither from neglect like a dying plant with no sun. However, that hasn’t worked out very well so far.

Sarah doesn’t miss the flush in cheeks and the small smile you dawn before maintaining your composure once again. She decides to hold onto this information instead of call you out because she’s nothing if not devious. She’s very observant for a 14 year old, you’re sure she gets it from her sharp father.

He doesn’t let anything get past him, like hair in your face that he pushes away for you, a fallen eyelash on your cheek, your shoelace undone, your ponytail getting loose and about to fall out, and whatever else. It’s been almost an entire school year of this, going on field trips, meetings, him picking Sarah up from school when she’s sick (whether she fakes it or not), and around your shared neighborhood because even if it was big in Austin, Texas, he made it feel so damn small.

And now Sarah says this and you can’t contain your excitement. But also your nerves were shot, you haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time. It scares the hell out of you.

“I’m not volunteering,” you laugh. “Why’d you lie to him?”

“Because I’m going to convince you to come,” she raises her eyebrows. “Please, please, please, please!” she clasps her hands together. “I’ll buy you all the skittles you want, I’ll take the red ones out of all of them for you, too!”

“What if I’m busy?”

“I know you’re not.”

You gasp, “Rude, Sarah! I should write you up for that,” you tease.

She smiles, “Come on, you can come and wear a pretty dress, drink punch, and eat free food. What’s not to like?”

“The bitchy moms and other teachers, for one thing-” you put a hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry, Sarah. I shouldn’t have said that,” you chuckle, embarrassed, with your face in your hands.

She waves you off, “My father cusses like a sailor and I won’t tell. I don’t like anyone that works here besides you, anyway.”

“Well, now I feel like I have to,” you relent with a sigh, mulling it over. She was right in that you didn’t have anything to do, so what was the risk here?

She looks at you expectantly, mustering up puppy dog eyes to persuade you.

“If I go... no teasing me and your dad. He and I are just good friends,” you say, which is at least half true. “We enjoy each other’s company, nothing more.”

“Uh-huh,” she says in a sing-song, knowing voice, fingers crossed behind her back. “Sure, Nurse y/n. I promise.”

“I’m serious,” you point at her, taking the last sip of your coffee just as the class bell rings. “Now get out of here and go to math.”

She groans in protest but hops down from the table anyway and fakes being dizzy, “What if I have a fever?” She coughs.

“Then walk it off,” you chuckle, knowing she’s lying. “See you tonight, Sarah.”

She grins widely, waving, running out, “Bye! Dad and Nurse Y/n sitting in a tree-”

“Sarah!”

~~~

Walking into the schools’ gymnasium, you’re almost shaking with nerves when you walk in. You feel like a teenager again, anxious and waiting for someone to ask you to dance.

You slipped on a black slip dress with white trim at the ends and the sweetheart neckline, it hugs your body nicely and accentuates curves, dips, and makes your skin glow with a red sweater that hits at your waist and matches your red, strappy heels. Your hair is pulled back with barrettes to show off your makeup and fresh curls.

The dance has already started thirty minutes ago, so everyone’s already dancing and having fun to the child-friendly music that the DJ spins for the room. You pick up a red solo cup filled with crappy fruit punch and spot Sarah in the crowd with a few of her friends.

She waves enthusiastically in your direction before running over to you and hugging your side. “You look so pretty, Nurse Y/n!”

“Thank you, sweetheart. So do you!” you hug her back, trying the punch and wincing at the off-taste. “Tonight, you can just call me Y/n, if you want.”

She smiles, glowing at your arrival, “My dad’s over there talking to another parent. I’ll go tell him you’re here.”

You look up when she says this and meet his eyes from across the room, which means he was already looking. Joel Miller cracks a lopsided smile at you, excuses himself from his conversation with a pestering mom, and crosses the room to the two of you.

He’s wearing a red flannel shirt, rolled up on his burly forearms, tucked into a pair of dark jeans with a black belt holding the pants up. His hair is slightly wet from a shower, you presume, and he smells of aftershave and smoke and cedar wood. He looks so good, standing in front of you with those all-encompassing brown eyes, you think you might cry.

Those said eyes fall over you, and admire your dress, your hair, your everything. He looks down at his daughter, watching you both with avid attention.

“Don’t you have friends to get back to, chick?” he cocks an eyebrow down at his scheming daughter.

She rolls her eyes, smoothing out her blue dress. Her hair is braided into a bun at the back of her head, matching teal flowers pinned in her curls. “Okay, dad. Have fun!”

She races back to her group of friends and leaves you and Joel alone, two awkward adults who feel like kids again.

“You did her hair tonight?” you smile softly, gushing a bit now. “It looks so nice.”

He flushes and scratches the back of his neck, “Thank you. I tried my best, she did most of it. I just wanted tonight to be perfect for her. She forced me to come, though.”

“She got me, too,” you tilt your head, biting back a grin. “She should be a lawyer when she grows up, this kid.”

He looks out at her dancing with her friends and smiles fondly, “She would be great.” His eyes fall back down to you, “You look beautiful... by the way.”

You beam, “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself, too, Joel.”

A blush spreads across his nose and cheeks, “Thanks. I was worried it was too simple and that I should have worn a suit... I didn’t know if it was nice enough to-”

You place your hand on his arm to stop his rambling, “You look great. Seriously. Don’t worry, all the moms and teachers will still drool over you.”

He pinches his brow when he stares down at you. You get the sudden urge to smooth out the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, ease his tensions.

“Really?” he pins you down with his stare, but his dark eyes are glittering with amusement. “You’re way off base, sweetheart, I promise you. None of them think of me like that.”

You ignore the heat blooming in your chest at the nickname, he used it often but it never failed to make your brain short-circuit, “They all talk about you.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You’re joking.”

Jealousy swirls in your belly at the thought of these women and the things you’ve heard around school, but you pull it together with a quick tilt of your head, “I’m not laughing, am I?”

He notices your jaw clench a bit and how you gulped before speaking, logging the observations for later, “How do you notice?”

“How do you not!” you say, moving to his side and unintentionally brushing your arm against his. He shivers. “It’s obvious. It’s hard not to.”

His eyes linger on your lips before glancing back up your eyes, “Maybe I’ve been distracted.”

You grow flustered under his gaze and look ahead, stammering, “Yeah... maybe. And well... Sarah tells me that they ask her about your life in the pickup line after school. So it’s proving to be borderline obsession,” you laugh.

He smiles softly, seeing past your nerves, “Poor Sarah. She must love that,” he says dryly.

“Sarah might say some choice words about them,” you shrug your shoulders. “She’s fine, though. I probably shouldn’t have told you, we tend to share secrets,” you look at him, filled with care for his daughter, for him.

“She adores you,” he says sincerely and you can tell by the warmth in his tone that he means it and appreciates it. “You’ve quickly become one of her favorite people within a little over half a school year. Tommy thinks you’re great too, from the few interactions you’ve had when he picks her up sometimes.”

You grin and his chest seizes at the light that exudes from your sweet expression, “Tommy’s a wonderful uncle. Good brother too. He talks about you often.”

“Oh yeah?” he looks at you, his voice sends shivers straight through you. “And what does he say?”

“Can’t betray a friend’s trust,” you shake your head, teasing.

He discreetly shows you his flask of whiskey, “Not even if I let you drink from my emergency flask?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you one thing,” you hold up a finger and he slips you the flask, cracking a dazzling smile, while you turn around and take a long sip. The DJ transitions the E.D.M to a slow song, something sweet and best to sway to.

He takes a long sip himself and tucks it away in his pocket again, holding out his hand to you, “Do you want to tell me while we dance, darlin?”

You look around the room, your boss nowhere in sight. There was technically no rule against dating a student’s parent, but you didn’t want the judgement. You knew the people around here talked and there would be rumors, shaming. But he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the room, putting himself out on a limb just to ask you to dance.

It didn’t have to mean anything anyway, it could just be two friends sharing a dance. You’ve danced with friends. It’s the same thing. Your internal monologue was racing a mile a minute.

“Are we allowed to? I mean, as chaperones.”

“We’re watching the students more closely.”

“Yeah, I just...” you pause, pinching your brow.

His face falls slightly. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he starts to pull his hand away. “It’s really no-”

You put your hand in his, “I’d love to dance with you, Joel.”

Warmth blooms in his handsome face and he pulls you into the crowd of dancing people. Joel pulls you gently towards him, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap your arms up and around his neck. You both try to keep your distance, make a good example for the kids, but it’s growing increasingly harder for him not to hold you close and kiss you right here in front of all these people.

You catch Sarah giggling excitedly at you both dancing, whispering with her friends. You roll your eyes with a small smile.

You look up at Joel, resisting the urge to lay your head against his chest, “You still want to know something Tommy said?”

“Desperately,” he laughs.

“He told me you said I’m pretty.”

Rosy color spreads across his nose, but his eyes are darkened, his lips part slightly, “I should’ve known he’d tell you.”

“So he’s telling the truth?”

His eyes soften, “Of course he is.”

“Well... thank you,” you flush, blood rushing to your face, making Joel smile. You feel like a schoolgirl again.

He chuckles, eyes searching your face, “You’re welcome.”

You tilt your head, “You’re pretty, too, Joel.”

He spins you as the song picks up a bit and pulls you back to him, your dress spinning as you do. He pulls you back against his chest, hands in against shirt and his around your waist. Warmth radiates from his broad chest, his hands are calloused even through the fabric of your slip dress, and your breath catches in your throat.

He doesn’t pay any mind to the stares he gets for doing it, but he lets his head drop to your shoulder, writing love letters in your skin when he lets out a breath. He says nothing about the compliment but he’s holding you closer, and that’s all he needs to do. A quiet understanding washes over the two of you in that moment.

Joel’s always been the strong and silent type, but the longer the two of you have known one another, the closer you get, he’s begun to let more things slip. He begins to ramble, his nerves making an appearance when he’s near you, a teenager again. Then there are times like now when his actions do all the talking for him and neither of you need to comment on it.

Then there are others when he won’t shut the fuck up.

“People are looking,” you whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No.”

“Then why do you care what they think?”

There’s a beat of silence before you sigh out the three words, “I don’t know.”

“We’re not Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey over here, the kids will be fine,” he teases. Then he lifts his head to bring your joined hands up to his side, moving you to the changed song with the more upbeat tempo.

You snort, “Wouldn’t that be something.”

“If we were somewhere else...” he muses, looking at you to gauge your reaction.

You meet his eyes, your own crinkling with amusement, “You’d do the lift?”

He throws his head back with a thunderous laugh, “I’d try for you.”

“Think I’m too heavy?”

“God, no,” he spins the two of you, dodging a pair of kids dancing. “I’m just old.”

“You’re like 35, Joel.”

“You’re only 27, you don’t get it yet,” he whispers into the side of your hair and you laugh, not even bothering to glance in the direction of the judgmental moms and teachers.

Joel Miller had a talent of making you feel like the only person in the room.

The song ends and you feel out of breath just from being this close to him. You step away from him and smile softly, “I gotta run to the restroom. I’ll be back.”

His eyes sweep over you, then he nods, “Okay.”

“What?” you grin. “No dad joke about not falling in?”

“I’m classy Joel tonight,” he chuckles. “No bathroom jokes.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you walk back towards the restrooms. Stepping inside, you move to stand in front of the mirror and grab your lipstick from your bag, fixing up your makeup. You try to calm your nerves, hands shaking when you bring the golden tube to your lips.

After taking a deep breath, your mind begins to wander about how his hands felt on your skin and how he thinks you’re pretty. The thoughts fill your head and litter your skin with goosebumps.

You don’t usually like being the center of attention, but with Joel around you, it was hard not to be. And you couldn’t say you minded it.

A few other women walk through the door and you recognize them to be Bethany, Sarah’s rude math teacher, Cara, a mom who gives you trouble constantly, and Kristina, another mom who thinks Joel is hot and constantly asks Sarah questions about him.

“Hey, y/n!” Bethany draws out in a sing-song, forced way that sends a chill through your body. “Saw you out dancing with Mr. Miller. Ain’t y’all cute?”

You look at her blankly in your reflection and she clears her throat.

“Adorable,” Cara’s shark eyes roam you over in the mirror, making you feel small as you fix your foundation. You don’t let it show though, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

“Such a shame about Joel’s wife,” Kristina hums, putting on her own bright pink lipstick. “Wonder if he’s still looking for a stepmom for sweet little Sarah.”

The three of them laugh together and you feel your blood pressure quickly rise. Three wild vultures circling a carcass, kicking it while it’s down.

“Can we not tonight, ladies?” you turn around to look at them. “Let’s just forget this and have fun.”

“What do you mean, dear? This is fun,” Bethany blinks her stark, blue eyes, red lips curling. “This must be a lot for her though, girls. She’s probably having a rough time considering what happened to her.”

You freeze.

“Oh yeah...” Cara finishes her makeup and frowns at you. “I remember hearing your fiancee passed away before you came here, how sad.”

Your blood runs cold, sirens going off in your head, and a pounding begins in your skull. No one’s brought up Rick since you’ve gotten here, you’ve dodged the questions from the nosy parents, the gossiping neighbors, and the rude coworkers. You don’t know how they figured it out, and now you feel it, being back in the car with Rick the night that it happened.

Joel and Sarah didn’t even know, you had pushed it to the back of your mind so you would never find it again. Now it’s coming back like a wave, full force, and pulling you under the current until you’re drowning.

“Then you moved here to Austin in July,” Kristina slits her eyes at you and cocks her head to the side. “Now you’re trying to get back out there with Joel, huh? Like you’d really have a chance with him.”

She looks in your direction and it’s as if she sees right through you, past your carefully created facade and into your core, that sad, broken girl with no family left and nowhere to go.

Your eyes fill with hot tears, you want to run away, but you can’t move. You’re frozen, feet glued to the linoleum tile.

“I knew Rick... your fiancee,” Bethany says. “He was so sweet. We went to college together.”

“So sweet,” Cara looks at you and flashes another sickly sweet smile.

You inhale sharply, tears falling down your face. You hastily wipe it away, “I... I gotta go.”

You grab your purse off the counter and rush out of the door, slamming into a hard chest and a pair of hands that fly to catch you by the waist.

Joel stares down at you, grounding you, and your eyes begin to brim with tears, “What’s wrong, sugar? What happened?”

The words tumble out of you, wiping away the tears that slip out while you ramble on, “Nothing, I just... the women in there, they’re horrible, they hate me, and they make me feel like shit. They brought up Rick and they think you’re hot and they think we’re dating and I just wanna go. I’m just gonna go home-”

He looks over your head at three women leaving the bathroom, waving in his direction.

Joel looks back down at you before tucking his fingers into the straps of your dress and pulling you into a searing kiss. Your inhale sharply when his soft lips meet yours, and your hands grip onto his flannel shirt, sighing into his mouth. He slips his hands up to the back of your neck, tilting your face up to kiss you more completely, unraveling you in his capable hands.

Bethany stares at you wide eyed, getting the other girls attention, all jaws dropped in utter shock at the image before them.

His tongue dances with yours as he moves his lips expertly, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheekbone as he coaxes your lips open. He hums small praises while tracing shapes into your skin. You let a small noise slip past you, unable to contain how good he’s making you feel, swallowing your sadness and helping you breathe again.

He groans as he forces himself to pull away from you, struggling not to kiss you again. Forgetting you’re not alone.

Joel’s hands slip down to rest on your shoulders, lips flushed and swollen from the kiss, voice gravelly, “I hate terrible people.”

You look at him, mouth parted, lipstick probably smudged. He licks his lips before glaring at back at the women before they scoff and walk away, muttering under their breath.

Neither of you get the time to speak of it before Sarah is running down the hallway, after hearing the commotion. You and Joel split apart when she comes up, and she’s smiling widely.

“Kelsey asked if I could sleepover, can I go get my stuff at the house and go to her place? Pretty please,” she begs her dad, clasping her hands together.

He tears his eyes away from you and nods, smiling, “Yeah, that’s fine. We’ll head home and I’ll walk you there.”

Sarah grins happily before looking up at you. “Everything okay, y/n?”

You force a smile and fix a flower falling out of her hair, “Yeah, I’m good. And I think I’m ready to go, too.”

“Do you need a ride?” Joel asks. “I know you walked here cause we all live so close, but I don’t want you walkin’ home in the dark. Also Sarah’s got control of the radio on the way back,” he offers you a grin. “She’s got good taste.”

“We’re listening to 80′s hits,” Sarah nods, taking her job very seriously.

You nod, feeling better just by being near the two of them. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

~~~

“Head Over Heels” by Tears For Fears is blaring through Joel’s truck and you’re humming under your breath while Sarah is screaming it in the backseat. Joel laughs at his daughter in the rearview mirror.

Grieving your boyfriend’s death has been something you’ve pushed aside for a long time. You knew these women could be catty, but you never thought they’d be downright cruel to you, bringing up Rick the way they did. Looking out the window, you think back to the moment you felt frozen in that bathroom, unable to speak or move. You feel embarrassed for not standing up for yourself, blaming yourself instead of them and their hateful words.

Joel notices your faraway expression and rests his hand on your thigh in a way so Sarah can’t see. He rubs his thumb over your bare skin and it both calms and excites you, heat rushing to the apex of your legs.

You let out a small sigh and lean back into the chair, resting your hand on top of his. He has to rip his eyes off of you, willing himself to ignore your pleased exhales if he was going to drive properly.

He pulls the car into the driveway one-handed and comes to a stop, turning around to talk to Sarah, “Go grab your stuff, chick, and we’ll go to Kelsey’s.”

She nods and hops out, running towards the house.

Joel turns to you, hand still on your leg, clearly nervous, “Do you want... do you want to come inside? I have wine and some clothes you can put on, if you want something more comfortable.”

You search his set features for confirmation, “You sure? I can just walk next door to my house, I don’t wanna put you out-”

“Y/n...” he stops you. “You should know by now that if I say something I mean it, I promise you.”

You didn’t know if it was a good idea being with him alone like this, but you honestly didn’t want to be by yourself right now.

You relent with a nod, “Alright. You had your chance to change your mind,” you flash a sneaky smile.

The two of you step out of the car and head into his house. Sarah’s already tumbling down the stairs, changed into pajamas with a packed bag slung over her shoulder, “Ready to go when you are.”

“Damn, you got ready fast, kid,” he laughs despite himself. “Let’s go.”

Sarah runs up and hugs your side, “Bye, y/n!”

“Have fun with Kelsey, be safe, okay?” you squeeze her shoulder.

Joel whispers to you as they walk to the door, “There’s shirts upstairs and some shorts you can borrow. Make yourself at home, okay?”

“Okay,” you smile softly.

They head out and leave you alone in the dimly lit house. You exhale slowly and head up the stairs to go to his room. You look around at the messy bedroom, one king size bed with blue covers, and minimal decorations. It felt like him, smelled like him, cedar and oak and smoke. You open one of his drawers to grab one of his big tee shirts from work, and a pair of baggy gym shorts.

You slip out of your dress, let down your hair, and set your red shawl down on top of it. You tug on the big tee shirt and pull on the gym shorts. As much as you had liked that dress, you feel like you can finally breathe now, much more comfortable in your sleepwear now. The clothes smelled of him, too, and it filled your chest with heat, a red glow pouring out of you.

You’re in Joel Millers room... wearing his clothes.

You can’t help but look around at the photos of Sarah and him in framed photos, some hung on the wall and others propped up on his drawers. There’s one photo that catches your eye in particular, though, the side of it folded in and tucked into the frame. It’s Joel smiling down at Sarah, just a baby in his arms, and there’s a part of the photograph hidden. But you spot a glimpse of a yellow dress in the corner, the rest of it hidden away.

You wonder if it’s Sarah’s mom. You don’t know much about her, just that Sarah says she never got to know her, and hardly remembers anything about her. It broke your heart hearing that, wishing she could have, but also selfishly wanting to be that person for her.

“Found what you needed?”

You jump at Joel’s sudden presence in the room and turn around to him. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop, I-”

He smirks and it feels like a lit match to your insides, “I know, darlin. Nothing to be sorry about.”

His eyes trail over you in his clothes, your arms folded under your chest, “You look good in my clothes, sweetheart. Better than I do, that’s for sure.”

You smile, “Thank you. And thanks for letting me borrow them. I feel better.”

He pinches his brow together, “Do you want to talk to me more about what happened? We don’t have to, but just know I’m here.”

You take a step towards him, “I know, I just haven’t talked about him in a long time.”

“Him?” his eyebrows raise.

You laugh at his shock, moving past him so he follows you downstairs, “Down, boy. I’m single, wouldn’t have let you kiss me if I wasn’t.”

He blushes. “Well, then, what about him?” he trails behind you to his kitchen. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

You love his Texan drawl and voice a bit too much, how deep and molasses like it was, how it coated you in sweetness and didn’t let up. Maybe it was because you weren’t from here and you weren’t used to it. But his was different and it affected you all the same.

“I might tell you,” you hop up on the countertop. “Over a glass of wine.”

Joel cracks a smile, happily obliging your request with one of his wine bottles, “I can do that.”

He pours you a glass of red and hands it to you, “So... who’s Rick?” He sips his own.

“My um... my ex fiancee,” you say, taking a long sip of your wine. “It feels weird calling him that...” you let out a dark laugh. “-since the two of us never ended it ourselves, it sounds wrong. But he uh-” your voice gets thick. “He died the beginning of last year.”

His face falls, genuinely on your behalf, wanting to wrap you in his arms, but also wanting to let you continue, “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You’ve heard that more times than you can count from friends, family, and strangers alike, but from him, it’s one of the most sincere you’ve ever heard. You actually believe he truly cares and you wonder why you didn’t tell him sooner, maybe worried you’d scare him off. You wanted a fresh start in a place where no one knew Rick, where no one knew what happened.

“Thank you,” you sniff, mustering up a small, grateful smile before you continue. “It was New Year’s Eve. I didn’t know he had been drinking... he really seemed fine,” you recount like it was just yesterday that it happened.

“He didn’t see the ice on the roads,” you take another long sip, hands shaking again. You clear your throat, “I tried to help him, I thought we would be fine. But there was a bridge... and we went off. He got me out,” you blink the tears away, breathing out the words as if expelling them from your person. Like you wouldn’t have to hold onto them anymore. “He didn’t.”

“I’m alive because of him,” you inhale sharply, finally looking at Joel. “And he’s dead because I didn’t notice...”

He frowns, “It is absolutely not your fault, y/n. It’s a horrible thing that happened and it is not because of you.”

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and it breaks Joel’s heart a bit more and more, “I haven’t thought about it in so long. And they brought him up in the bathroom. I don’t know how they found out, I haven’t told a soul here.”

Protectiveness slips into his deep tone of voice as he steps towards you, it sends a shock through you, “What did they say about him?”

You shake your head, letting out a laugh, “It’s not important.”

“It is absolutely fucking important,” his eyes darken when he speaks to you, you’d never seen him so worked up before. “I’ll go to the damn superintendent if I have to, they’re grown ass adults. They shouldn’t use the death of your fiancee against you.”

You can’t help but let a smile slip through, “It’s cute how mad you are about this.”

He scoffs, mirroring your amused expression, “Believe me, I’ve dealt with the wolves before. They ask you inappropriate questions and dig into your personal life, pushing your boundaries like it’s nothing. No one can have any secrets around here.”

“Yeah,” you sniff. “I noticed that.”

There’s a beat of silence before he sighs and says quietly between the two of you, “When they found out about Sarah’s mom leaving her when she was a baby, they brought it up to her at a school picnic. Made her feel small. She ran home, crying her eyes out. I’d never seen her so upset. I was scared what I would do. It broke me.”

You nod in understanding, “That’s awful, Joel. I’m sorry. For you and for Sarah.”

“The next time they brought it up, Sarah asked Bethany why she’d been divorced six times. You should have seen the look on her face,” he laughs and you join him, throwing your head back at the mental image of Bethany’s pinched, angry face.

“Oh my god, I love Sarah so much,” you let your head fall into your hands, still laughing loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen.

“I was very proud,” he grinned.

“I’d hope so,” you tilt your head slightly. “She gets it from you. I wonder how she got that information about Bethany.”

“Beats me,” he smirks and you narrow your eyes affectionately in his direction. “Smart kid, that one.”

The two of you let the moment sink in for a bit in the silence. Joel’s standing between your legs now, hands on either side of your thigh, steadying himself. He searches your face like he did at the start of the evening, fingers itching to touch you again.

“Should we...” you finally say, pulling you both back into reality. “Should we talk about the kiss back there?”

“What’s there to talk about about?”

You frown, filling with a sense of dread that you’ve misread this entire night, “What do you mean?”

He jumps to fix what he said, hands falling to splay out on your thighs, “No, baby, wait not like that-” he sighs. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m out of practice with this, sweetheart-”

You press a kiss to his lips, causing him to abruptly cease his rambling. You tilt your head and pull away from hm after just a couple seconds. He leans against you even after you’re away from him, lips trying to follow you.

“I just meant...” you whisper with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes. “Like what does this mean? Because I haven’t done something like this since Rick and I’m trying not to feel guilty...”

“Guilty bout what?”

“For moving on.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for that,” he shakes his head, lowering his voice. “I understand if you’re not ready though. It took me awhile, to open again, I still haven’t completely... But I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for you. And I know I’ve never met Rick, but I believe he’d want you to be happy. With whoever, even if it’s not me.”

Your heart cracks open at the sweetness of his words, splitting you in two right in front of him. You know you shouldn’t feel bad, even if you’ve moved on from loving Rick, a part of you will always mourn and have a place in your heart for him. You needed to realize there was more than enough room to let other people in too.

Your eyes soften, “You’re more out of practice than I thought if you think I’ve moved on with anyone else but you, Joel Miller.”

His eyes darken with something like raw desire and complete adoration, something like love that you haven’t seen in a long, long time. You don’t know if he’s been looking at you like this all along and if you’ve just now begun to notice.

Joel leans down to whisper to you, hand on your neck, thumb tucked under chin and other fingers on the side of your throat, squeezing just so. You dreamed of this, thought if he would be rough or sweet, when he was really a stunning, swirling mix of both.

“You were so jealous earlier,” his voice is wrecked in your ear, low and gravelly. “I thought I was just imagining it at first, but talking about those moms that think of me, you got so red. It was so sexy, sweetheart.”

You gasp a little, wanting to deny it, tease him. But who were you both kidding? You were jealous, and now there’s a warm satisfaction in the center of your chest at the fact they were wrong. Singing insults, saying he wouldn’t want you. Now you’re in his kitchen in the middle of the night wearing his shirt and he’s in between your legs, pressing against you.

“They said I didn’t have a chance with you,” you tangle you hands in his shirt, tugging him closer.

He shakes his head, eyes never leaving you, “I’m only yours, baby. Always have been.”

You all but pounce on him in that moment, wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him close. He laughs just before you softly press your lips against his, the rumbling, beautiful sound vibrating against you. You’re tugging at each other almost immediately, his hands pulling and sliding up and down your waist while your arms wrap around his head. You fingers slide through his brunette curls, pleasantly humming at the satisfaction of knowing his hair is just as soft as you imagined, how even his rough hands feel gentle, and how his lips move with yours, slowly, languidly, painfully.

“You’re beautiful...” he kisses the words into your neck, repeating it over and over. “My beautiful, beautiful, girl.”

“Joel...” you sigh out and tilt your head back.

“Puts your arms around my neck, baby,” he whispers, arms pulling your legs up so they wrap around his torso. “What I want to do to you won’t work exactly on my kitchen counter.”

You quickly oblige him and he carries you up his stairs, your hands and lips never leaving each others. He stumbles while holding you, making you giggle into his shoulder, shrieking when he almost drops you.

“Was this the kind of lifting you had in mind with me tonight?” you smile softly into his skin.

He kicks open his bedroom door, “I’ve always had this in my mind, sweetheart.”

You both drop onto the bed, wanting to take this slow but also get to what you’ve both been wanting as soon as possible. He’s atop you, hands on either side of your head while you kiss like college students, handsy and messy and surprisingly amazing. How fast you two fit together, how good it feels. He grinds his lower half into yours. You moan into his mouth, earning one from him, both enjoying and exploring the other.

“I wanna taste you, sugar,” he lifts your chin up with his fingers, kissing down your chin then your neck then your collarbone and chest.

You wordlessly slip off your, his, shirt revealing that you have nothing on beneath it. He inhales sharply, taken aback by you. Your fingers scramble for the buttons of his flannel and you honestly think you break a few, moving so quickly.

“Impatient, are we?”

You look up at him through your lashes, “Just know what I want.”

Joel shrugs off his shirt, undoes his belt, and pulls off his jeans. You barely have time to admire his toned body, broad shoulders before he descends. He tugs off your, his, shorts, tosses them, and kisses everywhere his fingers leave, wet, open mouthed whispers against hot skin that make moisture pool between your thighs. His lips trail from your belly to your inner thighs and back up again.

“Nothing underneath?” he kisses the soft flesh, noting the slick at the apex of your legs. “This all for me, darlin?”

You nod when he licks a stripe up your cunt, “Only you, Joel.”

He buries his face in you, eating you out like a man starved, rutting against the bed like he’s enjoying it as much as you are. You all but scream at the way he’s unraveling you with his tongue, circling your clit, accompanying his skilled mouth with his equally capable fingers, bigger than yours

When you tug at the ends of his hair, he groans into you, the noises fueling the coil in your gut, begging it to splinter and snap. He sucks hard and you let out a loud moan at the feeling. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. Joel’s tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks.

Your orgasm washes over you, the pressure relieving through every nerve and vessel, his name a prayer leaving you over and over. Wishing for him to come fix you again.

You pull him up to you and bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places while you taste yourself in his kiss.

“Can I...?” you ask him, hands slipping down to palm him through his boxers.

He groans, head falling into the crook that meets between your neck and shoulder, “As much as I would enjoy that, baby... we’re gonna need to do that later. Need to be inside you.”

You look at him for a moment, just breathing him in as cheesy as it sounds. It’s only hit you now how much you’ve been longing for this.

“You have all of me,” you tell him, moonlight sculpting his handsome features.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, y/n...” your name is blanketed by his voice, delivered to you in the way Zeus gives the world lightning. Simple bursts of electricity that can tear the earth.

You hold his stubbled jaw in your hands, rubbing his cheek with your thumbs. He doesn’t remember a time anyone has ever looked at him like you do, gently, adoringly, openly.

Joel puts his lips near your ear, kissing your temple, “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.

Your hair is in messy tendrils in every which way and you’ve never been more breathtaking to him. The color of your eyes brighter, skin flushed with warmth, and lips puffy. His eyes scan over your face, committing your soft and sharp features alike to memory. Lust blown and glowing with dewy sweat.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he holds your jaw in his hand, kissing you again.

He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he praises in your ear, littering kisses across your jaw. “Wanted you for so long...” he find your lips again with his own.

You mewl into his lips, licking his tongue as he pushes inside you again and again and again.

This past year of stolen glances and touches seem so pointless when it could have been this, this beautiful mess of limbs and lips and tongue. You never knew euphoria until this moment.

Joel’s hips begin to stutter and you’re both already close to release. You lick up his throat and kiss a constellation across his jaw, feeling him gulp under your touch.

“Keep kissing me like that, sugar, and I’m done for.”

You can’t help yourself, overwhelmed with feeling as the two of you reach your climax together. Blissful and stupid. His lips wander down your neck and nipping that sweet spot, as you arch into him.

You whimper and his movements slow as do yours, walls tightening around him. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his expert fingers.

You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, continuing on in euphoric waves, leaving you aching and wanting more. He kisses you through it and it aches, all of the love you have pouring into him and him into you.

As you both lay there, chests heaving slips parted, he smiles down at you.

“Will you go out… with me?” Joel says sweetly, kissing your temples. “That usually comes first but we- I…”

You interrupt his nervous ramblings with a soft kiss, “The answer is always yes.”

You interrupt his nervous ramblings with a press of your lips quietly, “Yes. The answer is always yes.”

Joel rubs his knuckles over your cheek, softly and adoringly he looks at you. You tuck yourself into his arms under the blankets. Your chests heaving, out of breath but happy. Everything you both have wanted for a long, long time, laying right in front of each other.

“Can I...” he searches your face, face red and nervous you’ll say no even when you’re in his arms. “Can I take you out tomorrow? I usually do that before this, but we just... I-”

You interrupt with a kiss, his new favorite thing, whispering, “Yes, Joel. The answer is always yes.”

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williamswifey · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; the exit by conan gray, a story told of you and bella’s breakup, and what comes after it

content warnings ; bella is an asshole, slight angst, struggles with sexuality

a/n ; i love doing song fics and i love bella angst so naturally this was fun as hell to write

inspired by conan gray’s the exit

part two

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february, and the flowers haven't even wilted

it's crazy how fast you tilted

the world that we were busy building

it was february when you and bella’s relationship came crashing down. you two had met four years ago when you were both volunteering at a summer camp, and you quickly bonded over how much you had in common.

you and bella had both struggled with your sexualities for a while—and it was nice to be able to confide in someone who was going through the same thing.

a few months later you got together, and you guys had been dating for three years. you grew up with her, you did everything together.

you thought the two of you were forever, but clearly not. bella’s career had taken off and while you tried your best to keep in contact, you spoke less and less until bella dumped you over text—leaving you in the past, just like they left behind everything else in their life before fame.

mid-november, and i'm sippin' on a half-cold coffee

staring at a girl who's not me

on your arm, a carbon copy.

when bella dumped you earlier that year, it felt like your entire world flipped. you couldn’t get out of bed, you couldn’t do anything.

everything was a constant reminder of bella. it didn’t help they hadn’t bothered to pick up their remaining belongings in the two of you’s shared apartment.

eventually, your friends helped you get back on your feet. you found a new apartment—it was a fresh start. you were currently scrolling on your social media in the family-owned coffee shop across the street from your apartment building, when a painfully familiar face appeared on your explore page.

it was bella. with a girl around their arm.

bella looked different. you noticed they stopped wearing their hair in that half-up-half-down style you adored, and stopped wearing eyeliner like they used to.

instead, their hair was pulled back into a low bun, no makeup on their face as they wore a sweatshirt underneath their jacket.

besides them was a girl, a girl who’s featured eerily resembled yours. you had the same hair and eye color and a similar style.

you felt your chest tighten, as you quickly paid for your coffee and left. you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off the picture, no matter how much it felt like a knife searing into your heart.

feels like we had matching wounds

but mine's still black and bruised

and yours is perfectly fine now

you couldn’t believe that bella had moved on. to be fair, it had been nine months…but your brain still couldn’t wrap around the fact that you no longer mattered to them.

you had gone into your hidden photos album, finding all your pictures with bella. you saw the smiles upon both of your faces, and you wanted to laugh at your past self.

bella…the one person who you genuinely believed would never hurt you, hurt you the most out of anyone you’d ever met in the entire world.

you remembered bella being the person who you trusted most in the world, long before you two even began dating.

it’s funny how things changed.

you still felt like a broken record—far from being okay, but bella seemed to be doing perfectly fine without you.

feels like we buried alive

something that never died

so, God, it hurt when i found out

you remembered the day bella dumped you. bella had texted you earlier that day, saying they wanted to call you. naturally, you were excited—as bella hadn’t texted you for a week, and hadn’t initiated a phone call in much longer. you two had scheduled a time to call, and you had canceled your plans for the entire night just to talk to them.

however, when the time came, bella wasn’t able to call anymore. you felt a pang of disappointment shoot in your chest, dissipating for a moment when you heard your phone chime.

the emotions you felt when you read their text made you want to sob, ‘i can’t do this any longer. i don’t think it’s a good idea to see each other anymore, i’m sorry.’

you cried yourself to sleep that night. and every night for the next three months, wondering where you went wrong.

it felt like there was so much left unsaid between you and bella, your story forever unfinished.

and it hurt even more to know that your story never would be finished, because when you had done some more digging on bella later that night…you found out that the girl in the photo was bella’s new girlfriend. of three and a half fucking months.

you love her, it's over

do you even doubt it on your lips? when you say it?

you love her, it's over

you promised yourself you wouldn’t stalk bella’s social media anymore. but a few days later, you were unable to sleep, and you folded.

you and bella hadn’t spoken to each other since the breakup, but there had been a mutual unspoken agreement at some point to unblock each other on instagram.

so naturally, you proceeded to go through bella’s instagram highlight dedicated to their girlfriend.

bella looked so happy, you knew it. you were happy for them, no matter how much it killed your to know you were no longer the cause of their happiness.

you already found someone to miss

while i'm still standing at the exit.

you had officially gone back on all your progress you had made in term of moving on in a week. this was the lowest you had stooped, however, because you had driven two hours over to you and bella’s old apartment building.

you stopped renting the apartment a while ago, but the doormen still knew you. you caught up with a few of your friends in the area, and felt stupid for being there in the first place. you weren’t going to find bella here, and you had to come to terms with the fact that you’d probably never see bella again. they weren’t yours to miss.

you stood at the entrance of your old apartment, memories of drunkenly struggling to get the door open with bella as you both fought back loud giggles. you remembered surprising bella with flowers, and you remembered the days they brought you home pizza when they knew you had a hard day. you remembered their teary eyes when they left for the airport, promising to call you every day until they returned. they never did.

it the last day they were ‘your bella’ as you liked to call them— the bella who had loved and cared for you.

your bella no longer existed.

another reminder that it was over.

i can't hate you for getting everything we wanted

i just thought that i would be part of it

i was moving into your apartment

when you and bella first started dating, you remembered making a bucket list of all the things you wanted to do together. you wanted to go skydiving, backpacking across europe, and you wanted to kiss beneath the ball drop on new year’s eve in times square.

the further you looked into bella’s instagram feed, you saw they had done everything on your bucket list—except without you, and with her instead.

your blood boiled when you went through their instagram, and you had to shut down the app before you angrily chucked your phone across the room. it didn’t help to find out that bella and their girlfriend lived together, and you remembered the day you moved into bella’s apartment temporarily, just while you two looked for an apartment to move into together.

you imagined bella with their new girlfriend, did they treat her just as well? did they bring her breakfast in bed, did they leave her tylenol and a cup of water on her nightstand when she was hungover, did they come up from behind her and plant kisses on her cheek while their arms wrapped around her waist?

you didn’t want to know.

when you met someone, she's from your hometown

you hate the east coast, it's where you live now

you learned that bella’s new girlfriend was coincidentally also from england. the way bella treated their girlfriend was different than the way they treated you—like a foreign type of love.

what bothered you the most, was that bella was living it up in manhattan. the exact place you had begged them to move to when you were dating.

were they doing this just to spite you? you wanted to laugh at the thought as you scolded yourself. bella didn’t think about you anymore, they moved on.

it truly wasn’t their problem you were borderline-obsessive, and they had moved on like a normal person.

impossible to understand how you're not coming back

but i can't say it out loud

ever since you had taken an interest in bella again, you expected them to suddenly take an interest in you, too. you checked your instagram dm’s daily, praying that bella would be in your notifications. it didn’t matter that you had 99+ unanswered dm’s, not a single one of them was as important as bella was.

you refused to admit things were over. a month ago, you’d somewhat confidently state that things were over between the two of you, but it was okay. today, you were in denial all over again.

you had ended up getting a job at the coffee shop near your new apartment, and had made a friend there. you told them about bella, and they confided in you about other things that solidified your bond.

it had been pretty slow in the coffee shop that afternoon, so the two of you stood behind the counter chatting.

“come on,” your friend’s heather’s voice rang out from behind the cash register, making you jump, “i know you’re still thinking about them, and as harsh as it is—it’s over.”

you glared at your friend slightly, before you softened your gaze. you knew it was over, but you were allowed to miss them.

“i know,” you replied softly, fiddling with your necklace. the one bella got you for your birthday.

“then say it,” she said, not meaning to be harsh—just helping you accept the truth.

you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. it’s as if the universe knew you needed a distraction from the conversation, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

while you expected one of your friends had sent you a tiktok or something along those lines…but you certainly hadn’t been expecting what you saw instead.

while the person that texted no longer had a contact name, you had their number memorized in your head like second nature.

it was bella.

‘hey.’

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caoimhewritingdesk · 1 year

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Keeping Quiet

Disclaimer: This is the first smut I have written but I was sick of not seeing anything for Bella so I decided to write my own. Let me know if I should change anything.

Request anything to do with Bella and I'll try my best.

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x fem! reader

Warnings: smut, getting caught, not proofread, first-time written smut.

Word count: 546

You were sat in Bella's trailer waiting for them to get back from filming a scene. Sending the time scrolling on TikTok while laying on the bed in the back of the trailer. A video had distracted you and in turn, meant that you didn't hear the door open or notice she had come back until you felt the bed dip beside you. "you look so cute all curled up," they whispered in your ear and in response your thighs clenched together on instinct. Turning your head to kiss them and letting your hand wander around their body. "I haven't got long until I'm needed back on set," Bella tells you through passionate kisses. Knowing now that you had started and there was no way you wouldn't finish until at least one of you had cum, their statement meant nothing. "I can be quick" you moaned back as their hands wandered under your top. "An interesting choice, not wearing a bra," Bella said through her kisses on your neck. "Now you know what I meant, I can be quick," you say back with a giggle that turns into a moan when her hands finally make it to your nipples, it was her favourite thing to do. Twist and pinch your sensitive nipples as it led to moans falling out of your mouth like a song.

Manoeuvring your body so you sat between his legs, his hands left your nipples and made their way to your shorts. "now, you're going to have to be quiet. There are lots of people walking around and I know how embarrassed you get" Bella whispered in your ear as she unbuttoned your shorts and slipped her hand underneath your pants. You had to forcefully bite down on your lips to keep moans in as his delicate figure which you had always admired circled your clit. "does that feel good baby?" he asked knowing full well that if you were to open your mouth you would let out an ungodly amount of moans. "oh I guess you don't like it" she teased as she slowed down, not letting her fully pull her fingers away from you. "it feels really good" you said pathetically as moans interrupted your every word.

You felt your body heating up and your breath became laboured as you reached your peak. Knowing you were so close, Bella sped up but was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the trailer door. "Bella, do you want to go over the next scene with me?" Came the voice of Pedro Pascal. "I am going to be nice and let you cum as I know your close" she whispered before answering Pedro with a simple "give me 5 minutes" Her assault on your clit became fast and desperate but it felt amazing or it could be because you know someone is standing outside the door but it took less than a minute before you came all over her fingers. He then moved his arms to your waist and pulled you so you were sitting sideways on his lap, giving you kisses and praises for keeping quiet. "I have to go but we are not finished here," Bella said between kisses and lay you back on the bed where you were before she had interrupted you.

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lilpotatjj · 1 year

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hiiii, I love Ur style of writing. I was wondering if you could write bella ramsey smut. Idm what abt I'm js obsessing over them atm haha

A/N: sry that it took me so long. Here you go. Just raw smut without big story cause we all are horny aren't we? ;) enjoy and thx so much for ur request

Warning: SMUT, a bit language, horny Bella and Fem!Reader, just raw smut

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☆Pure Pleasure☆

"You said you'd be home at 8p.m.!" Your eyes drift disappointedly to Bella, who is just coming in the door and taking off her shoes.

"Sorry honey, but some of the scenes didn't work out the way I imagined. That's why we shot longer. I'm sorry"

She takes a shower and shortly afterwards comes out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, and sits down with you. But your gaze does not cross hers. "Hey, seriously, I'm really sorry. Are you mad?"

"What does it look like?"

"Well...that you're mad?" She says, trying to catch your gaze, in which she fails miserably.

"We've had almost no time together in the last four weeks...no TV night or just hanging out"

"Then we'll do it soon" Bella looks at you determinedly.

"That's not enough for me..." your gaze continues to avoid Bella's.

"What...? What else is there?" Her face speaks question marks.

"Bella I'm frustrated. Can't you tell? We both sleep when we're tired and what about this between us? I miss you...I miss your body!" Now you finally look at her.

"Oh...you mean...-" she doesn't get any further cause you can't hold on any longer and kiss her stormily. A little taken by surprise by your wildness, she only hesitantly responds to your kiss.

"You want now? Are you sure?" She looks at you uncertainly.

"Bella...if we don't have sex right now, I'm going to go crazy!" You look deep into her eyes. Now it's Bella who suddenly kisses you, at first reservedly, but slowly much more dominantly.

She pushes you down on the bed and continues to kiss you wildly, laying on top of you.

"Take your fucking clothes off!" You sit up and let Bella help you get rid of your clothes. Undressed, she goes at you again without hesitation, kissing you further and the two of you have a fight for the lead.

You claw at her hair and she presses against you. "You'll beg me to stop when I start!" Bella's gaze is fixed on you, completely aroused.

"Prove it to me!" You challenge her out, biting her lips tenderly and demandingly between kisses.

You press your pelvis against Bella's and beg for satisfaction without saying anything. She grins cheekily and teases you, pushing her pelvis away so it doesn't touch yours.

"Oooh..come on baby..don't make me squirm!" You pout, looking to the side, which Bella takes advantage of and starts kissing you behind the ear, moving on to your neck and shoulder to elicit a sweet moan.

"That's my girl" Bella breathes tenderly into your ear and touches one of your breasts just to provoke you further. "I want to hear your sweet voice" her grip tightens, just to make it clear who is in charge.

You groan and look lost into her eyes. Eyes in which you can simply lose yourself. She works her way to your chest with her kisses, her fingers moving directly to your golden centre and gently caressing your clit.

The gentle movements only make you more melt and you feel how charged you are with all the tingling and the cold shivers running down your spine.

She just circles very slowly, which almost makes you boil over, the abstinence between you both was too long.

"Slow down! slow down! Too fast....I'll cum....too soo- Bella! wait!" but she doesn't think about it, grins contentedly and lets all the beautiful feelings wash over you while you squeeze your eyes together and moan loudly giving yourself totally to Bella.

You need a moment to catch your breath. "Bella kisses you and lies down on top of you.

"Too soon..." the disappointing undertone can't be ignored. Bella smirks and rubs her sweet spot right over yours. You look a little surprised into her eyes, but you don't feel any overstimulation, the desire is still too great.

A sweet moan but this time from her, she kisses you tenderly, leaving you no pause to catch your breath.

"Jeezz you're all wet" Bella's breathing gets more ponderous. She keeps biting your neck, leaving little marks and licking it apologetically. "I want everyone to see that you're mine!" She keeps nibbling, moaning into it and getting faster in her movements.

"You're too naughty!" With a blurry look you try to catch her sight but she hides in your neck.

"I'm about to cum baby" Bella wheezes.

"Oh dare you hide! I want to see you" you grab her chin and push her up gently and firmly so that you can see her almost helplessly pathetic lost look.

Her legs tremble and her breath quivers with excitement. "You are so pretty when you cum!" You grin playfully and join in with her moans. Both of you are a moaning mess, enjoying each other.

You both reach your climax clearly audible. You gasp for air, Bella's legs trembling and she falls on top of you, exhausted.

"Sounded like I wasn't the only one who needed it" you kiss her hair and hug her tightly. "I love you"

"I love you too darling" her head rests relaxed on your chest "I'll try to find more time. We'll soon be through with the long drawn out scenes"

"It's ok...I'll wait for you as long as I have to".

"You are so sweet" Bella smirks in love.

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cherryblossom-enthusiast · 1 year

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Bloom (Joel Millerxf!reader)

A/N: Naaaah whoever decided Joel Miller should be played by Pedro Pascal did it for the people who have daddy issuesssss. Here’s something I whipped out because Pedro leaves in my mind rent free. Pleaseee give me some suggestions or prompts for things to write

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Synopsis: Joel Miller was neither friend or foe. You’ve barely talked to the man considering his reclusiveness. But you can’t stop staring and wanting. Turns out, he can’t stop staring and wanting you either.

Warnings/ Tags: E (18+). Smut bby. Fluff, GrumpyxSunshine (Reader is a florist!), Unprotected PinV, Language, Dirty talk! Joel, Praise Kink, Rough sex, Fingering, SLIGHT spoilers

Word Count: 5.3K Words

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Your breath clouds your vision like a puff of white smoke.

Winter. The very word is a tragedy.

Food is harder to come by, light leaves much faster. The world is as bleak as it is and yet winter still cascades around you, turning everything black and white. A lifeless painting.

The chilly wind picks up and a shiver runs through your body.

“Y’good?”

The voice is lazy. Slow.

Warm.

Considering who it’s coming from, the level of warmth is a fucking marvel.

A hulking figure approaches your side. With a deep sigh, you turn your head and you’re met with the most tired eyes you’ve ever seen on someone. No shine, no luster, just an outpour of exhaustion from every small gesture he decides to do.

Joel fucking Miller.

You remember the first time you talked to him all too clearly.

You’d never been friends. Acquaintances even. Makes it a bit hard when the son of a bitch was as recluse as he was. They were the new residents of Jackson. Him and the girl he holds tight to his chest.

You were intimidated by him at first. Joel was all gruff words, long sighs, and blank stares. But the more you paid attention to him, the more you understood how he worked. Especially, when it came to the people he cared about. The man didn’t take shit from anyone. Nobody bothered him, and he returned the favour.

For the most part, that stayed true. Joel was the kind of person who always vied to stay invisible, be like every other person. Unaffected for the most part. But as you start to water your flowers on a clear-skied summer day, you hear him laughing.

The richness of that laugh is still embedded into the deep recesses of your mind.

Joel wasn’t hard to understand as long as you really looked at him and boy did you stare.

You look over to his porch and there he is, “take no shit” Joel Miller with Ellie, teaching her how to play the guitar. You can’t quite remember what they were talking about. Something about “dinosaurs” and “T-rex hands”, but his adoration for the girl was so palpable, so intoxicating.

It was your first time seeing him so- loose. Like he actually gave a damn.

That’s when you knew Joel Miller would burn the world to keep that girl happy.

Ellie’s voice calling your name snaps you out of your thoughts. “How are you doing?!”

The tips of your ears burn, thinking about how weird it must have been staring at the pair for so long. “Enjoying this weather, how are you doing today Ellie?” You flash a bright smile.

She runs off the porch, practically hurling the instrument back at Joel. You hear an oof from the man behind her and you almost let out a small chuckle. Ellie stops in front of you, notebook in hand. The girl was always drawing or writing something. “It’s a great thing you came out,” she starts and pulls a pencil out from her back pocket. “I’ve been meaning to ask all about your pretty flowers.”

“Hopefully I have some answers.”

The girl babbles on about anything and everything she could think of. From what she thought were the coolest flowers, to what colours reminded her of planets. The conversation happens a while. You’d hit every single plant in your garden by the end of it.

Ellie points at your rose bushes with the back of her pencil. She reminds you of a reporter. All serious, wanting to get a big scoop, thirsty for any ounce of information she could get. “How about those? What are those?”

“Ah,” you move away so she can have a better view. “Those are called roses.”

“Uh-huh” She writes enthusiastically in her notebook “and what do those mean?”

“Well, each colour means a different thing, but that colour specifically-“ you point at the flowers behind you using your thumb “red roses, mean passion, affection, and-“ you pause, trying to find the proper words “things akin to love.”

Ellie stops her writing and looks up at you. Her eyebrows are creased and she looks so ridiculously cute it makes you giggle. “Basically, you’d give it to someone you reaallly reaaallly like Ells.”

“Like- Joel?”

That gets a proper laugh out of you. “Not quite.”

She doesn’t seem to be satisfied with your answer but leaves the reply alone. In true Ellie fashion, she moves on by asking another question. “What flower would I be?!”

You pretend to think about it for a moment even though you know exactly what flower you would give her. Not that you’d given that particular question much thought, but you just knew. When you find exactly what you’re looking for, you squat to quickly pluck it from the ground and turn back to Ellie. You outstretch your hand “I think I’ll give you a yellow lilly.”

“What does this one mean?”

You ponder it, letting out a hmmm and place the flower behind her ear. “Well it wouldn’t be special if I had to explain it now would it? I guess you just have to brush up on your flower language.”

Ellie lets out a whine. “But you’re the only who knows anything about plants here!”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to bother me more.”

A wild smile blooms on her face.

“Ellie!” You turn to discover the owner of the voice behind you. Tommy Miller approaches your direction, carrying a bag of supplies and produce. “You said you’d help Maria with supper tonight!”

Ellie jumps. “Shit!” She runs towards Tommy without a single care in the world. Halfway, she calls back to you and thanks you for your time. Tommy lifts his hand to acknowledge your presence and in return you lift your hand back to wave goodbye. Before you know it, the pair disappears, Ellie eagerly asking Tommy if he knew what her new flower meant.

“She’ll be talking to everyone bout’ flowers for while.”

Shoulders tensing, you swivel your head to your side. Joel stands beside you, hands in his pockets, a small smile gracing his face.

It catches you off guard completely. In the months you had spent as his neighbour, Joel had never spoken even a mere sentence to you. There was acknowledgement, maybe a simple wave, that nod men his age do when they want to greet a passerby. But hearing him direct his words to you hits you like a wave. A tsunami of shock.

He seems to notice your plight and his once loose posture turns rigid. “Sorry,” he mumbles “I should stop botherin ya-“

You shake your head in defense. “No, no, it’s just-“ Letting the tension roll of your shoulders, you sigh out a laugh and extend your hand, introducing yourself. He clasps it with his own and your arm goes limp. His hand is larger, the callouses hard against your skin. It should feel weird, uncomfortable even, but none of those feelings come to mind.

“Joel Miller, nice to meet you.”

Maybe you were silly for expecting more, but nothing really happens after that.

There were some conversations about small favours and errands here and there, but not to anyone’s surprise, Joel’s got more than one hard layer of rock. He’s as immovable as a mountain. You naturally went back to the role of spectator. Stupid little crush that wouldn’t go away.

How could it when he was the man that he was.

He repeats his question from earlier and it finally snaps you back to your current reality. You were in the middle of rounds during this god-forsaken weather. “Y’good?”

Joel wasn’t even supposed to be your patrol partner. You had gotten wind that your original partner caught hold of the flu and since Joel was otherwise wide open for the afternoon other than indulging other people’s requests, he took up the opportunity. The walk started off as awkward. You didn’t know what to say or how to approach him so it stayed quiet for the majority of the time, but the more you walked, the more comfortable it became. Usually, going out of Jackson’s walls still scared you. Having Joel by your side gave you a bit more re-assurance. You aren’t oblivious. Everyone knows how brutal he can become.

You shrug and look back at the vast expanse of land in front of you, overseeing from the cliff you were on. “’Just enjoying the natural splendour.”

Joel stays silent for a small while but replies. “I’d believe you more if you didn’t look like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’d get into a ring and fight winter one-on-one”

The comment makes you scoff. “I’m tough as nails Miller.” You stare directly into his impenetrable eyes. “I’m sure I can handle a little snow.”

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Joel opens the door to a safehouse, making sure not to drop his gun until he knows for sure the area is safe. Once he’s satisfied, he leans the shotgun against the wall and motions for you to come in with a nudge of his head.

Both of you had been making record time getting back, but not even a racehorse could outrun the storm starting to brew. Halfway through your trudge back, Joel pats your shoulder, explaining that with the poor winter jackets the both of you were wearing and the wind whipping your faces, it’d be best to stop by a small cabin him and Tommy scouted a few rounds back. Not wanting to freeze to death, you obviously agreed to the idea.

It left you here.

Setting your bag down, rubbing your hands together, patiently waiting for Joel to start a fire in the hearth.

Joel.

Alone with Joel.

He stands up from his crouching position and turns back to you. “You’re free to set-up your sleeping bag closer to the fire.”

“Oh, no- no, it’s alright.” You speak quickly. Almost too quickly. “You made the fire, I think you deserve to enjoy the fire.”

“But-“

“I insist.” You state it in a tone that says “that’s final”.

The man sighs. “Alright ma’am, whatever ya say.”

The two of you unroll your packs, splaying your sleeping bags so that your toes are towards the hearth. You take off your boots and sit on your make-shift bed. It was uncomfortable, you haven’t had to sleep on one in a while, but you’d gladly take anything over having to stay outside. Joel follows suit.

“Turns out I couldn’t handle a little snow.” You remark.

A small puff of air comes out of him. Coming from Joel, it may as well have been a full-blown laugh. You turn to take a glimpse at him and another small smile is on his lips. It’s only the second time you’ve ever seen one on him and it knocks all the air out of you just like it did the first time.

He’s distracted and that’s when you take the time to really focus on him. He looks softer in the firelight, the whites in his hair more prominent, his usual dark eyes having a glow to them. He looks less- burdened, and with that smile on his face, dare you say, despite your current situation, just the tiniest bit peaceful.

“You should do that more.” The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“What?”

“Smile.”

Like a toddler caught with the cookie jar, a crook caught in the headlights, Joel tenses and you mentally punch yourself in the face. His face goes back to the stoic front he usually puts on.

“Sorry, I was just-“ you start to apologize.

“It’s fine.”

Silence once again ensues. The air becomes as awkward as it was before.

“So-“

“What-“

You both talk at the same time. Joel gestures to you, asking you to go first.

“I was just gonna ask what we could do to kill time.”

Joel shrugs and continues to stare at the fire. “We could always just sleep.”

“Nah c’mon-“you push “don’t be such a bore.” You ponder some more and think of an idea. “How about twenty questions?” Your rounds partner says nothing, and you take the chance to convince him even more. “I’ve lived beside you a whole year and know nothin about you-“

“Probably for the best.”

Oh.

You understand. Of course, you do. But you can’t stop the small twinge of disappointment growing in your chest anyways.

When he makes the statement, you pull back. “Sorry, I just wanted to know more about you.” You fiddle with your nails. “Been staring at you for god knows how long and the most I’ve gathered is you like wood work.”

Joel perks up at your confession.

Dumb.

So dumb of you to admit that.

“You’re right, it’s better if we just go to-“

“No, let’s play.”

His sudden change of attitude to your idea throws you in for a loop. “Really? You sure?”

“That your first question you’re wastin’ darlin’?”

Your already tired brain short circuits at the nickname. “What?” No- I-“

The man has an amused look plastered all over his face. “Okay, well- shoot then.”

You think up of something stupid on the spot. “Favourite movie?”

“None. Got too many.” He answers.

“What? Well that’s not-“

“My turn.” He cuts you off once more. “Favourite flower?”

It doesn’t even take you a second to respond. “Oh easy, the lotus flower.” You ponder your next question. “One thing you don’t like?”

“Smiling.”

That gets a genuine chuckle out of you.

“Your thoughts on coffee?” He continues.

Your nose wrinkles “Bitter garbage.”

He puts his hands up to surrender. “I respect wrong answers.”

“Pet Peeve?”

He looks up at the ceiling and takes a moment to really think about it. “When I have nothing good to trade for coffee.” He takes another few seconds to think of another good question before he hits the lottery. “Why don’t you like winter so much?”

A loaded and good question indeed.

You shrug. “Cause.”

You get an eyebrow raise. “Cause?”

“Cause I don’t know-“ You go back to picking at your nails. It’s become a habit, doing it every time you’re nervous. “The world already looks dead and winter comes along and makes it even more dead.”

“That why you like flowers so much?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “You’re not even letting me ask a question before you ask me another one?”

This flusters him. “No, I just-“

Embarrassed Joel Miller. Never thought you’d get to check that off your bingo card.

A wide smile breaks on your lips. “ I’m just kidding, Joel.” He lets out a sort of grumble and it makes you smile even wider. “That’s a part of it sure.” Your eyes haze over as you start to remember life as it once was. “My folks were florists” you start to explain “before all this shit went down.” It was a small shop, with wide glass windows, and plants of every kind. “Hated it. Didn’t want anything to do with em’ especially my father, some dumb teenage kid who thought it was embarrassing.” You scoff. “But taking care of plants was the only thing I was good at, held it to my chest like a life-line.”

Memories play in front of you like an old film. Sometimes you forget that there was something before all of this.

All this carnage.

All this wreck.

“Before my dad died, not to this, thank god, he kept on trying to take care of the shop.” You recall his pale ill-stricken face and frail hands. “I got mad, made a fuss, yelled why he’d take care of some dumb flowers but not himself, and you know what he said?”

You remember his words, as clear as crystal, even twenty years later.

“Isn’t it a wonderful thing that these flowers still grow? Despite all the noise and all the chaos, something as beautiful and as frail as this is surviving. When I think of the way I’m helping that, I can’t possibly suffer.”

Joel stays silent at your admission.

You notice that you may have gone a little overboard.

Jesus- dump it all on him why don’t you?

Trying to make the mood lighter, you quickly change the subject. “Besides, when it’s summer, Ellie visits me more.” Joel Miller chuckles at the mention of the girl. You decide then it’s definitely one of your favourite sounds. “I like seeing the two of you together.”

“Hm?”

“You both always seem so lost in your own world. Nice to see, considering you got that grumpy scowl on all the time.”

“That right?”

“Uh-huh.”

He slowly nods, gazing back at the fire. “Some of us aren’t monsters and smile 24/7 like you do.”

You’re offended by the comment. “Wha- I do not!” You exclaim. “What’s wrong with smiling anyways?”

Even more chuckling. He’s getting real comfortable with doing that. “Nothing, when it comes to you anyways” he remedies “But you do it all the time, watering people’s yards, baking them an apple pie, hell, I’m pretty sure you laughed when you slipped on ice this morning. You got your emotions all over your face you know that? Infects all of Jackson.” He takes a slight pause. “Reminds me of Ellie.”

“Oh god, you saw that this morning?”

“Oh yeah,” He teases, words elongated in that Southern drawl. “Mitts flying into the air and everything.”

Your face practically feels like an oven. “How do you even know about all of that?”

Joel shrugs. “Cause.”

“Cause?”

“Maybe you haven’t been the only one staring for god knows how long.”

Time stops.

Suddenly, air doesn’t matter, heat doesn’t even come close to existing. A supernova could happen, and you’d sit here just as shell-shocked. Nothing matters other than Joel.

Joel and his stupid accent.

Joel and what he just said with that stupid accent.

You swallow thickly and bless your heart, you don’t know what comes over you, but you take a chance to keep pushing. “You think I’m gonna “infect you” with tons of smiles soon too, cowboy?”

He doesn’t reply all to quickly, and for those couple of seconds where all you can here is the fire crackle and the wind whipping outside, it feels like a brick ton is laid upon your shoulders.

“Maybe you already have.”

Goddamn.

All the stolen glances you’ve taken of him flashes in your mind.

“Joel,” you mutter. The man beside you continues to stare at the fire, refusing to make eye contact with you. “Joel.” You repeat, more firm with your tone.

He finally decides to look in your direction and God- your heart pounds so hard, you think it might just come out of your chest. Those eyes. Those damn coffee-coloured eyes of his that usually looks so cold, so despondent are the warmest colour of molten chocolate you’ve ever seen. You can tell he’s clenching his jaw and the view almost knocks you out cold.

With a shaky breath, you start to messily list all the things you’ve always wanted to say. “Tell me now if I’m taking this the wrong way so I don’t keep embarrassing myself, but I swear to everything I hold sacred, if I don’t kiss you right now, I’m going to have a very frustrating ni-“

A growl from Joel cuts you off and before you know it, he’s crossing oceans to get to you. A strong hand grips you by the neck, and firm lips plant themselves squarely on yours.

It’s pathetic how fast you keen under his touch, how fast you grab the collar of his shirt to draw him closer to you. You open your mouth to moan and he takes that chance to slip his tongue inside of your mouth. It’s dizzying, downright intoxicating the way Joel kisses you. The way you’re kissing each other is every look, every stare, every word that was ever left unsaid between the both of you that’s exploding into something cosmic.

You lift yourself up and straddle his lap. You press down and feel the growing hardness in Joel’s jeans. He groans into your mouth and you continue to press your hips down farther.

Joel stops kissing you. A needy whine escapes your lips. “Are you sure you want this darlin’?”

Your panting is heady. “Joel if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll have the liberty of fucking myself with my fing-“

You know you sound downright hopeless, but you’ve been wanting for so damn long.

He flips you down onto the sleeping bags so fast, you don’t even have time to finish. He rucks up your shirt and starts to pepper small kisses from the center of your breasts, down to your stomach. It makes you whimper as you continue to finish taking of your top.

Joel gets to quickly unbuttoning the rest of your clothes, peeling the jeans off of your body until all you have on is your bra and panties. He hovers over you and takes off his own shirt. He’s all muscle and hard chest. The mere sight of him shirtless drenches your underwear faster. He takes a few seconds to peer at your half-naked form. “Damn, you’re a sight.”

“So are you.” You admit in a small voice.

He wastes no time, delving back in between your legs. He slides down your underwear and immediately ghosts his fingers over your cunt. Shivers run down your body as your eyes close in bliss.

“You imagine it was my fingers?” His dark voice pulls you back.

“Ever since I first set my eyes on you Miller.” You heatedly reply.

“Great,” he pushes two fingers inside you making you boom a moan towards the ceiling. “Been thinking it was your fingers around my cock too.

He works into you, his fingers large and stocky. Joel starts off slow, languid, making sure to tease every reaction out of you. You don’t think it’s possible to get wetter than you already are, but every thrust of his fingers proves you wrong. He curls both at the same time, and your hips immediately lift from the pressure. Joel pushes you down with his other hand. “Na-ah darlin’,” That southern drawl of his is deeper, lazier than usual “I finally got you where I want you, you’re not going anywhere.”

As he keeps your hips down with his palm, Joel increases the speed of his fingers. “Why didn’t-“ you choke “you do anything earlier then?”

A mocking scoff leaves him. “You’re too good for me, doll. Got too many issues. “

“Then why now?”

“Because I’m still a selfish fucking asshole.” He groans, rotating his thumb around your clit. “And when you sit in front of me, all flushed and pretty, asking me to fuck you, how could I possibly have the strength to say no?”

You see Joel spit on your slit and it’s what does it for you. A rush of electricity passes through your body and it renders you senseless. You mewl and twist in his hold, but Joel makes sure to hold you through your orgasm.

Your mind is hazy, it turns into a mixture of fog and smoke, but your refuse to leave him hanging. After a few seconds, you prop yourself up and kneel right in front of him. Not breaking eye contact for even a moment, you take your hand and start to palm his length over his jeans. He trembles beneath you, jaw clenching as he lets out a groan. You slowly unbuckle his belt, pulling down the rest of his clothing and waste no time finally gripping him directly.

Shit, you knew a man like him would be big, but this is-

The sound that comes from Joel’s throat is devastating. Somewhere between pant and moan, losing total control. He thumps his head on your shoulder, seeking out the crook of your neck. You continue to work his cock, building up speed, tightening your grip. His tip leaks pre-cum and the way he bunches up your hair desperately, like he needs to hold onto something to keep from losing control only prompts you to keep going. The feeling of power is addicting. “Don’t mess with me” Joel Miller keening under your touch.

He suddenly pulls your hair and it’s enough of a shock to make you stop your hand and whine. “I know you’re having fun doll, but you keep doing that and I’ll finish. Waited too damn long for that to happen.” He grabs you by the hips and flips you over making you let out a small yelp. He positions you so that your ass is towards him. “Bend.” He orders.

So you do.

He palms your ass and gives it a spank. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to touch this? Flaunting it around-“ He squeezes “shoving it in my direction, wearing those pretty dresses of yours.”

“Ever think it was on purpose?”

There’s another slap to your ass to respond to your comment.

He lines up his cock to your entrance, gliding his tip to coat it in your wetness. You quiver, breath hitching, skin prickling.

“If I fuck you, there’s no going back for me darlin’, if you want me to stop you have to tell me right now.”

You groan in frustration. “Fuck me Joel, please just-“

He buries his full length into you all in one thrust.

You think you’re ascending to heaven, knocking on the pearly white gates itself. He gives you a couple of seconds to get accustomed to his massive size. “You okay?”

“Mmhm?” Is all you can make out, trying to nod your head that’s pressed up against your sleeping bag.

“Good,” he starts to move as you cry out in pleasure. “Tell me to stop and I will, but otherwise-“ He shoves himself even deeper. “I’m not holdin’ back.”

Joel sets up a brutal pace from the beginning. He grips your ass tight, making sure you’re taking everything he has to give and all you can do is let him. There’s nowhere for you to go as he drives his hips into you, fully filling you up with every fast snap of his hips. To say it’s overwhelming would be a complete understatement.

Are you sure this is the same Joel Miller? Cool, calm, composed Joel Miller that has everyone quaking in their boots the minute he holds a knife or a gun. Because right now, he’s so undone. There’s no pattern to the way he moves in you, no finesse, just pure want.

He places his hand that was on your ass to your scalp. He pulls you up using your hair and once you’re flush against his back, he grasps your neck, continuing his unrelenting tempo to your pussy. You tighten around him.

“You like that huh?” He comments in an amused tone. “Who knew the town sweetheart was so fucking naughty like this.” You want to try and come up with a witty response, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. “Actually, don’t tell me. I’d kill anybody who does know.”

His thumb raises to your lips and you take the liberties of sucking it into your mouth. His hold on your neck slackens and the sudden rush of oxygen to your head has you teetering on the edge of consciousness. He takes his arm that’s around your stomach and travels it down further to your swollen cunt. Joel starts to roll your clit between his fingers and you think you’ll really black-out then.

“God, such a good girl, even when taking cock.” He whispers into your ear. You clench around him even harder this time and he knows you’re close. “You gonna come doll? Gonna come on my cock?”

A needy whine escapes your throat. Each roll, each rut, each jerk, grows more intense as each second passes. “C’mon,” he coaxes “do it.” With one last pinch to your sensitive clit, your muscles tighten and heat spreads across your skin. Your walls flutter and as your eyes roll back, vision blurring, you are hurled into your climax. With a choked sob, you slump forwards and the only thing helping you stay up is Joel’s hold. He follows you shortly after, sputtering your name on his lips. Pulling out quickly, he comes on your back.

Joel slowly lowers down the both of you, making sure not to crush you with his weight from behind. It was so gentle, so benign you struggled to relate it to the man furiously fucking you just a few moments earlier. Nothing but your pants fill the air for a while. You’re sticky all over, sweat and come coating your skin. Your body was buzzing from both pain and pleasure, but you couldn’t care less.

You roll your body so you can look at him. Joel’s face was and wasn’t everything you expected it to look like. You expect the flush, the hair sticking to his forehead, the clench of his jaw. What you don’t expect is the softness in his usual impenetrable gaze.

“I’m sorry.” He grumbles.

Your eyebrows knit and you place a palm against his cheek. Joel all but melts into your touch. “What for?”

“For wanting you this much.”

Taking both your arms, you wrap them around his neck and pull him towards you. He lays against you, hie ear right beside your mouth. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“What for?

“Wanting me this much.”

You hear his sharp intake of air and smile. You continue to pet his hair, peppering small kisses on his forehead. “I want you too, Joel.”

“You shouldn’t.” He mutters a tired reply.

“But I do.” You take a deep breath and let him know all your thoughts. “I want all your grumpy stares, and your grunted words- You pause to give him another kiss “Your silent kindness, and that rare smile of yours.” Joel doesn’t say anything back so you continue to talk. “All of it. Will you let me have all of it?”

He pulls himself back, just enough to gaze back at you, full of admiration. “Just let me have all of you too.”

The beating of your heart doesn’t speed, doesn’t flutter past the finish line, instead opting for a slow steady pace, But the feeling in your chest was so heavy, so full, that you couldn’t mistake it for anything other than devotion. You grin from ear to ear. “Who would be able to say no at getting a chance to annoy you with more conversation.”

He lifts an eyebrow, and it only makes your heart fill up with even more with adoration.

This man that you’ve been pining for, holding you close here. Now.

You don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Hell, you don’t know what will happen a few seconds from now, how this whole unpolished attraction between the two of you will buff out. The wind is still howling outside, whipping away at all the destruction and the carnage happening around you, but for now the world is still. The both of you are inside this cabin in the woods and for now, you don’t think, don’t plan, only exist and it is everything.

Maybe later you can hope that in this winter, something beautiful and strong can grow too.

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It’s late in the evening when you finally get to relax the next day. Once the both of you had returned to Jackson, there were too many errands that had to be rushed in the time that you missed. Nothing else could be said other then a quick farewell between each other.

As you drag your exhausted body up the stairs of your porch, you almost don’t notice the flower in front of your doorstep, nearly stepping on it.

A wave of warmth comes rushing up from your toes.

You beam as you crouch and pick up a singular red rose attached with a note that says “Come over. We didn’t finish our game of twenty questions.”

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