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Crazy in Love
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Summary: You enjoy taking care of a child with your boyfriend, Joe. Since he already had a son, you thought it best to wait to have one of your own. But Joe has other plans…
Warnings: This one is dark loves (beware). Hiding of birth control (and switching them out), Stalking, Jelousy, Forced Breeding, Bondage (handcuffs), Overstimulation, Pentrative Sex, Somnophila, Creampie, Descriptive Sex, and probably some more enjoy!
Y/n, my dear y/n, why must you attract attention everywhere you go? Why must you be so fucking beautiful? I watch as you walk around the Halloween store looking for a costume, and I've noticed that his eyes have been on you since you entered.
Who, you might ask? The clerk. The guy that is supposed to be doing his job instead of eyefucking with my son in your hands. You would think a baby would keep these assholes away, but they don’t. If anything, they make them worse. He must think you're a single mother in need of a man to fuck her because she hasn't been touched in so long.
He's wrong though. John, which I learned from reading his name tag, is so fucking wrong. He is still at his desk, yet it appears he is ready to make a move on you, my love. I walk over in my hat and glasses, feigning an interest in something.
“Hey man, do you know where I can find the masks?” He looks annoyed because he was just a moment away from tapping you on your shoulder and trying to take you away from me, and that is not going to happen. He looks annoyed, but I do not give one single damn.
I see you have found a costume. It's unfortunate that I was occupied with John over here and couldn't see it, but it's okay. I love surprises. You're now making your way home, and that's all that matters. John gives up once he sees you walking out of the store and rolls his eyes, pointing to the back of the store.
Now it is time for me to hurry home. With a smile, I make John's day even worse. “On second thought I think I might go to another store thank you buddy.” And he is off stomping back to his counter. Exiting the store, I enter my car and make my way home, back to you and henry.
The moment I walk through our door, I see you setting Henry in his highchair, getting him ready for lunch. I appreciate and adore you more and more every day because of the way you treat him like your own. As soon as you saw I was in the kitchen, you broke into a wide smile and instantly made my day.
“How was the Halloween store?” Even though I already know the answer, I still want to hear your gentle voice. “It was good, baby. I got us all costumes for your friend's costume party, we're going as the Flinstones.” You said, putting your soft lips in a kiss. I favor the moment as you slip your tongue in my mouth.
The kiss was about to turn into a make-out session until Henry started to babble when he finally spotted me. You break the kiss to look at him with the most perfect timing because your alarm for birth control goes off. You hurry off by giving me a peck on my cheek.
You are such a silly girl. Rushing off to go take your birth control. It’s a shame you don’t know that I have been swapping them out with pills that help you get pregnant. It's all a part of our future and I'm doing this for us.
I have already arranged for this to happen tonight so you can enjoy your last day of not being pregnant because this is definitely going to happen. Henry is almost through eating when you return to the kitchen and seat down next to me.
You pick up where you left off and start to eat the food that you prepared for Henry and yourself. I just can't help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you look when you put the spoon to your lips, taking a bite out of your creation. The moan you let out when you taste it does something to me, something feral.
With each bite I watch as you lick your lips before they curve around the spoon. And it’s helpless for me to not imagine how they would feel against mine, so impossibly smooth. How velvety your tongue would feel licking up and down my- I am suddenly pulled from my thoughts as you stand to pick up a spoon henry dropped onto the floor. But just as quickly, I go back to them as I watch you bend down. I have to hold myself back from just taking you right there.
You return back to your meal. Once you've finished eating and clearing your dishes, you notice that Henry was done with his food as well. By this time, it was about 5 pm, which meant that Henery needed to be put down for a nap soon. I lift out of my chair, ready to clean him off, but you're always one step ahead of me. You order me to sit down before you take Henry to wash him off to lay him down.
You come back in about 10 minutes with a sheepish smile on your face. “He has been active all day, but I'm going to lay down a little bit. Do you want to come?” you asked me. How could I say no to a face like that? I nodded my head signally that I’ll take a nap with you as we made our way into our shared bedroom. You go to your dresser and I notice how you put on some shorts without any panties.
After you climb into bed and wait for me to join you, I take my shirt off and get into bed next to you, wrap my arms around you, bury your head in my chest, and immediately fall to sleep with light snores escaping your lips. I admire you while you sleep. How could I possibly not? I notice the way your chest rises and down. I can feel your nipples through the thin material of your shirt on my chest. I definitely can't help but notice your leg wrapped around mine. Every now and then you rub yourself against my leg and I feel myself harden under my sweatpants.
I let you sleep for at least an hour before I decide to make my move. I reach over and unlock my drawer, revealing two sets of handcuffs. I slowly push you to lay on your back. I take hold of your wrist and attach one pair to chain your wrist to the headboard before doing the same with the other. Grabbing a condom, I make sure to make as many holes I can with a tack before I turn my attention back to you.
Using my fingertips, I run them over your body as you still lay dead asleep. I pull your shorts to the side and pull my shorts off. I wrap my hands around my cock and fist it a couple of times. Collecting the precum on my fingers, I rub it onto your clit to give you some type of lubrication.
Rolling the condom onto my cock, I move in between your legs and enjoy the last few moments of your sleeping face before I move my cock inside of you slowly. You're still sleeping as I go inch by inch. I trust my hips slightly faster as I hold my groans in, not wanting to wake you up. The pleasure is way too strong right now. Even in your sleep your pussy fits around me like a tight sleeve.
You start to stir in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper. “Fuck”. That was music to my ears as I stroke faster feeling my cock twitch inside of you due to you and your damn walls clenching against me. “Fuck, y/n I could’nt resist, baby. You looked so fucking hot while you were sleeping, I couldn’t help myself,” I say as I notice you have woken up while you stare up at me, holding your moans back with your eyes glossy and mouth wide open.
“Joe, fuck” you whimpered. Your voice drives me to the edge, causing me to release along with you. The milk of my cum and it all going inside of you (little do you know). I pull out quickly, causing you to hiss at the loss of contact, and take the condom off, throwing it in the trash next to our bed. I can hear you breathing deeply as you close your eyes and process the orgasm you just had.
Once more, I slip between your legs and completely bury my cock inside of you. Your hands are raised over your head as you stare up at me, appearing as though your eyes would bulge out of your head. You are so fucking wet that I slip in and out of you quickly because of the ring of cum on my cock. “Baby your fucking me so good,” you say a little loudly. I cover your mouth with my hand as I feel you sob against it, still sensitive from your last orgasm.
Moving my hips faster, I pound into you as you cry. I can feel your tears on my palms and I see them coating your beautiful face. “Lovely, I’m about to cum again, are you with me?" I said, wanting to cum at the same time. You nod against my hand in reply. I detach my palm from your face. “Joe, make sure to pull out okay!” You say with a little desperation. “I will sweetheart don’t worry about it,” I say, knowing that I'm not. You clench around and start to shake as you start cuming on my cock. I can feel the warmth of your cum spread between us as I bottom out and cum so fucking deep inside of you.
“Baby I told you not to cum inside me!” you whine, highly upset, trying to free yourself of the handcuffs. “Calm down my sweet y/n, I have a plan b you can take.” I reassure myself knowing that the “plan b” that I’m going to give you is a sugar pill. We both put on our clothes and head out to check on Henry after I release you from the handcuffs and give you the pill. After seeing that he was okay we lay down and sleep for the rest of the night.
THE NEXT DAY
We at your friend's house and I were dressed as the flintstones as we walked around greeting everyone. You look so beautiful with your costume and carry Henry around in his I can't wait to see you pregnant walking around with Henry letting everyone know that you're mine.
After A while things started to wiehle down and we were all sitting around the couch playing games and watching movies. Until you aburty hand Henery off to one of your friends before you speed walk into the bathroom I follow you because I'm worried until I see you hunched over the toilet throwing up. I hold your hair back because I care about you and I care about us and our future together.
“Ugh I feel so horrible” you said sitting down on the bathroom floor catching your breath. “I’ll schedule a doctor's appointment tomorrow so we can see what's going on” I said as you looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you babe. What would I do without you.” you explained putting flutters in my chest.
I’m happy that you see a glimpse of what I would do for you…
Austin! Elvis post will be posted tomorrow thank you for all the love you guys have been giving my imagine. I appreciate all of you 😭🫶🏾
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luvontour · 1 year
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❥ . . jealousy, jealousy > joe goldberg
- joe’s happy you’re making friends in london, until he notices the way that stupid writer looks at you.
joe’s hand settles on your hip as soon as the door closes behind him. it’s become a habit since your early stages of relationship. he simply follows as you say your hellos and press your cheek against other girls’ faces with loud kissing noises.
from what you told him, he wasn’t really interested in meeting your friends, if anything he thought of them as one of the many reasons he clung to you a little bit tighter every morning
“y/n, you made it!” joe watches as a peppy blonde throws her arm over your shoulder, not minding how the two of you were almost tangled together.
“hi! phoebe, this is my husband, joe” the blonde brightens up (something joe thought impossible) when you present him. he only nods with a small smile and shakes her hand, despite her attempts of hugging him.
she smiles “come, come. i have to introduce someone to you”
his hand burns into your side, fragments of earlier and your poor attempt of a quickie still in your head as the two of you follow after your friend(ish) to a secluded bar. where a pale, almost your height man sat, swirling his shot of whiskey in its glass. joe recognized him immediately. it’s rhys montrose, the writer nadia had been talking to him about earlier.
“rhys! y/n, the girl i had been talking to you about and her husband joe”
“it’s my pleasure” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. joe doesn’t miss the way his eyes roam you over, throwing the cleavage of your dress a longer stare, he watches you all over, probably imagining lewd scenarios only your husband was lucky to experience.
he wants to leave then and there, but he wants to give it a chance, for you. he can’t think of another reason as to why he would sit there and gulp through this guy’s staring and his always dismissed attempts at flirting with you.
he sees a perfect window when you excuse yourself from the group, something about the powder room, which you never get to, because along the way, he manages to sneak the two of you off to one of many guest rooms.
he knows you felt it too, the way rhyse was staring and making inappropriate jokes, undermining joe and your relationship, inviting you on many scenarios in which he wasn’t included, he doesn’t need anything other than his rough lips and kisses to express what he’s feeling right now.
angry, jealous, possessive? those were just a few of the feelings coursing through him as he moans into your mouth, caving and letting your fingers tangle in his hair and steer him around like a puppy.
“please” your plead breaks him, you look so pretty like this, everytime, even if you were worse than him, kinkier, dirtier, he adored having you like this, under his frame, blushed, sweaty and with your chest racing as if you had just gone running.
“i don’t know doll, what exactly are you asking me for?” his nose nips at your cheek and so do his lips, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin as he waits for an answer
“fuck me.” he groans when you whisper so sweetly. “please, i want you inside me”
“fucking hell” he struggles to pull away from you even slightly. “you just know i can’t resist when you ask me like that”
there’s some fumbling, but he manages to fish himself out of his pants, tucking your thin underwear to the side before he easily sinks inside you. the two of you make animalistic- guttural sounds at the feeling, and he can’t help when he says
“can’t believe that guy thinks he even has a chance” he chuckles against your jaw before nipping at it, and he just stares. at your furrowed brows, your parted lips. and he listens to your whiny noises and how needy you get for him, and he feels complete.
not as fulfilled as he feels though when he’s sure rhys has heard you, moaning his name over and over until you come.
“y/n?” there’s some incessant knocking, and a faux concerned man on the other side. “are you okay in there darling? you’ve been a while”
“y-yes. yes! im good rhys. i’ll be out in a minute, i think”
“is there anything i can do to help?” god, you wish you could see the two of you from afar. joe’s nibbling at your jaw and neck while your arms around his own keep you closer than ever, your fingers tangling in his hair as you clench your pussy around him. you can’t pretend you’re just touching up your makeup in there. you can care less if the man is waiting for a response, the way joe whispers against you both reassurance and degradations sends shocks of electricity to your poor and abused bundle of nerves.
“are you gonna come?” he chuckles “come on my dick baby, let him hear you. let him know he will never be inside you. that he will never make you feel this good. show him”
“fuck- joe. i’m so close, please”
“i know angel, i’ve got you.” almost on purpose, his hips slam deeper and faster, his thumb quickly presses back and forth on your clit and with his beard grazing against your neck it all becomes too much for you to take. and you’re soon shaking around him, biting his lip after a chain of profanities and his name that you hoped were masked by the music playing outside.
all of this, unaware of the encounter your husband was going to have just outside the door with the relentless writer who did in fact hear everything that just went down
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tragiby · 11 months
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worn out
dry humping + dick sucking!!
senior!joe goldberg x senior!gf!reader
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you straddled around his lap as your lips hurried against his. his warm tongue slipping into your mouth as his long fingers grip your waist tighter, encouraging you to grind on his hardened cock just a little bit more. his desk chair being abused by two people dry humping on it while college acceptance letters scatter his desk, he's as worn out as this squeaky chair but, fuck, what you're doing right now, makes him feel ten times better
he knows you both aren't planning to have sex right now, even though he's so fucking hard, but his mother's voice is about to ripple through the house that it's time for dinner and every clank of plates from downstairs is reminding him of that.
but he wants to, so so badly. your little gasps when you feel how hard his cock is and how you know it's for you. your the reason he's so turned on and it's been that way, way before you were straddled on him
his cologne makes you dizzy and that's why he wears it, you melt into him as he flinches to take things further, how is he going to get rid of...this?
"I..I-" you know what he's going to say and shush him before he does, you know how to solve this problem, and you place your lips on him again just so you can feel how they tingle afterward. it makes you so wet, how passionate you both are for each other, spit-mixing make-out sessions with your first kiss and first boyfriend is such an exhilarating thought.
but you're about to take it a step further, further than you've ever done before. you wrap your hands around his clothed cock as you reach to unzip him, soon his dick springs out and you're left wide-eyed staring at his cock. pale with angry veins and mauve tip oozing pre as you tuck your lip in to stop yourself from whimpering
your hands don't even touch when you wrap them around his cock, slowly pumping him as he throws his head back on his chair with a low groan. his heart is beating so fast, these are things he dreams about with his hand wrapped around his dick.
seeing him this satisfied with just you moving your hand brings your unbelievable joy, you want to make him feel good, always.
your plush tongue sticks out as you slowly and experimentally lick his tip, you flinch back as he lets out a moan and immediately covers his mouth. moving back you lick him again and he isn't so surprised this time but quickly bucks his hips as he's close
you wrap your lips around his tip and take his head into your mouth, fuck, you hope the door is locked. his elbow is resting on the armrests and covering his mouth as his eyes are twisted shut, veins are pounding as he attempts to keep all noise minimal
you take him in deeper, he presses his thighs into the chair to stop his bucking and you speed your hand motions up once you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
he lets out this guttural moan as his seed shoots into your throat and you don't stop your motions until he's done. you place him back into his boxers and stand as he grabs you by the shirt and forces you to sit back down, he kisses you as you slightly giggle
"I wanted to do something to you first..." he whispers as he kisses you again
"too slow" you kiss him again as he hugs you "thank you,"
"your welco-"
"DINNER!!!"
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i know we said joe wasn’t very kinky, but i feel like he would love the idea of corrupting you. making you feel dirty and needy
18+, fem!reader
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yeah no, he isn't very kinky but he loves the idea of corrupting your innocent, turning you into a needy girl just for him like i said he wants nothing more than for you to want and need him.
he loves to whisper in your ear or kiss your neck in public because he knows the way your cheeks heated and you push him away with a meek whisper of stop but the both of you know you don't want him to.
he loves to make you beg, its def a growth to his ego plus its make him unbelievably hard. the way you try to hide your face from him, the way you let out a little whimper of "do i have to?" the answer's always yes if you want him to keep touching you and ofc you always do.
he loves when you become dependent on him, when you need him to touch you or you won't cum, when you beg him to give you just a little bit. it honestly isnt even about his pleasure anymore it's about you, you turning into such a fucking slut for him.
that's what he wants.
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tonyspank · 6 months
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SHE 2
Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader
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In a brand-new city, you're experiencing a new lifestyle. Jenna Ortega, your soon-to-be wife, must navigate your mixed emotions towards each other while raising your daughter. What happens when you start imagining a new life with someone else's wife?
This one shot includes mature themes such as foul language, sexual activity, acts of violence and etc.
Jenna and any other celebrities in this book are not famous unless said otherwise.
I hate this ending and possibly the entire thing but I hope you guys enjoy. Based off You S3!
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You believed in love at first sight, and when you saw Jenna for the first time, everything clicked into place. The way she smiled, the way she carried herself—it was as if she were made for you.
Yes, you might've met others on the way, but no one made your heart race like Jenna. Bonding over cheesecake, strawberry jam, and most importantly, your mother. Jenna seemed to understand you on a deeper level than no one else had before.
But you wished things were different. None of that felt real anymore. You were wrong about Jenna, she wasn't the person you thought she was. The truth had shattered the image you had of her—that one beautiful woman you met on a late grocery-night run had turned out to be a stalking and murdering psychopath.
And when you realized who she truly was, it was too late. This murdering psychopath was the mother of your child.
You couldn't allow your daughter to be raised alone by such an evil person. You'd pretend to love Jenna, pretend to enjoy the suburbs, and move yourself away from the city you were beginning to love.
The young adult you once were, attempting to grasp the handles of adult life, has now become a master of disguise, faking happiness in your relationship. Every day, you put on a mask and play the role of a loving partner, protecting your child from the dark truth that lies within her mother.
Regardless...there's still a part of you that believes in love at first sight.
Marde Linda is the type of neighborhood you'd see in a television show, with picket white fences, beautifully manicured lawns, and slightly friendly neighbors who wave as they pass by. You don't have to get started on the schools, which are top-rated in the state, by the way.
Being a mother? Hard. Extremely hard. You don't know how your own did it, but you're happy she was there. Which is exactly why you're happy to be with your own daughter, despite the crying at 3 AM, the endless diaper changes...or the fact that she hates her vegetables.
"You are going to love this, trust me." You smile at your daughter, who dazly stares back at you in her highchair. "I mean, even I would eat this...I think?" You chuckle as you spoon-feed her the mashed carrots, hoping she'll give it a chance.
For a second, you start to believe she enjoys the taste, her little mouth opening wide for each spoonful. But then she scrunches up her face and spits out the carrots, turning her head every time you try to feed her again.
Just in time, Jenna walks into the kitchen with messy hair and a tired expression on her face. "What's going on here?" she asks, glancing at the mashed carrots smeared all over the highchair. You sigh and explain, "I was trying to get her to eat some carrots, but it seems like she's not a fan."
Jenna hums, slightly nodding her head. "Well, uh...do you want me to try feeding her?" You hesitate for a moment, unsure if Jenna will have any better luck. But you appreciate her offer and hand her the spoon. "Sure, why not?" you say with a hopeful smile.
Jenna smiles at you before taking a seat next to the highchair and starting to coax your daughter into taking another bite of the mashed carrots.
This sight reminds you of the old Jenna, the Jenna you fell for. The way she interacts with your daughter brings back memories of when you first started seeing each other, when everything was easy and carefree.
You're knocked out of your nostalgic reverie when the bell rings. Hm, you weren't expecting anyone.
You look at Jenna in confusion before heading to the front door, only to be met with a beautiful brunette, with a smile on her face, and a pie in her hand. "Hi, I'm Love. I live next door, and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I thought I'd bring over a homemade pie...it's gluten-free."
You raise your eyebrows, surprised by the unexpected gesture. "Wow, that's really kind of you," you say, genuinely touched. "Thank you so much, Love. I'm Y/N, and my fiance, Jenna, is a bit busy trying to feed our daughter. We just moved in a few days ago."
Love's smile widens as she listens to your introduction. "Of course, I know it's always nice to have a warm welcome when you move into a new place. And I know how that is. My husband, Joe, and I have a son, Henry, so I understand how hectic things can get. If you ever need any help with anything, just let us know."
"Likewise, Love." The woman gives you one last smile before returning her attention to her own home, she was really pretty.
"Who was it?" Jenna calls out from the kitchen. "It was our neighbor, Love. She came by to welcome us and offered her help if we ever needed anything. She seems like a friendly person." You answer back, closing the door and making your way back to the kitchen.
Jenna looks up from Luna and says, "That's nice." You hum in response, placing down the pie. "Did she eat the carrots?"
Your fiance thins out her lips, "Nope." You chuckle and shake your head.
It's wrong, but your neighbor is already stuck in your head, leaving you curious about her.
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"How's mothering going?" Ross asks you over the phone, his face apparent on your phone screen. You sigh out, laying your head against the armrest of the couch. "As best as it can go." You pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not to mention your neighbor. Deciding against it, you simply add, "Luna is a handful, but we're managing."
"When are you gonna let me see my goddaughter?" You laugh softly at Ross's question, "Uhhh, I don't know. I guess come by whenever you're free." You can hear the excitement in Ross's voice as he responds, "Great! I'll make sure to schedule a visit soon."
You smile, a small silence falling over. Ross narrows out his eyebrows, trying to read you. "You look like you want to say something. What is it?" He mumbles.
"My neighbor Love... she seems really nice. And she's really pretty, she even has the most beautiful smile," you say, moving your face out of the screen so your best friend doesn't see your wide smile.
Ross raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "Sounds like you've got a crush on her already. Make sure Jenna doesn't find out, you'd be in the doghouse forever."
Ross knows about your problems with Jenna. He doesn't know why they formed, but he knows you're not exactly your happiest when it comes to your relationship with Jenna.
"I know, I know...but am I wrong for wanting to get to know her? I just...I don't know, I wanna see her again." You ponder, unsure of how to navigate your feelings for this new person while still being in a "relationship" with Jenna.
Ross leans back, contemplating your words before responding, "I think it's natural to be curious about others, especially when things are rocky with Jenna. Just be careful not to rush into anything without figuring out what or who you truly want."
You nod, and Ross continues, "Is this Love girl a single mother or something? What's got you so hooked?" You pause for a moment, considering Ross's question. "No, she's not a single mother," you reply. "She's married, but she's gorgeous, and she just has that aura, you know? She gave me a pie, Ross! What more could I ask for?"
Ross raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "I get that she's attractive and all, but you're both married and you both have children, so getting involved with her could definitely complicate things for both of you. Have you thought about the consequences like....at all?"
"No, I didn't. I haven't gotten that far, we just met two weeks ago. But there's just something about her that draws me in. I can't explain it, but I feel it."
Ross sighs and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Look, I understand that you're drawn to her—" You hear the front door opening, interrupting your conversation.
You quickly sit up, realizing that Jenna has arrived home. Ross gives you a knowing look before hanging up.
Jenna smiles at you, unaware of the conversation you were having. "Hey. Where were you?" You ask, putting on a smile. Jenna crawls on the couch, snuggling up next to you.
"I ran into Love and her group of friends. You know she owns a bakery, she told me to stop by sometime and try her pastries. I think it would be fun if we went together," Jenna suggests, her eyes beaming up with excitement.
You feel a pang of guilt as you remember the conversation you were just having with Ross about Love. But you push it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment with Jenna. "That sounds like a great idea," you reply, attempting to sound enthusiastic.
You didn't hate your fiancé; you couldn't bring yourself to. She was the mother of your child, and for a while, she was the love of your life, she was captivating, caring, and always there for you. But every time you try to remember the goods, the bads come out—memories of her locking you inside a cage, revealing that she killed your ex-flings, and that look she gave when you asked about Zoe.
"Is Luna asleep?" Jenna asks, breaking the silence. You nod, a tiny smile peeking its way onto your lips. "Out like a light. Might even start snoring," you reply in a joking tone.
Jenna smiles, leaning in closer to you. "I'm glad you're here with me," she says softly. "I love you."
You can't. You can't say those words, not after everything you've discovered about her. The memories and fears weigh heavily on your heart, making it nearly impossible to reciprocate Jenna's love. You give her a reassuring smile, hoping she doesn't notice the hesitation in your eyes.
Thankfully, she doesn't, placing her lips on yours for a short and sweet kiss. Her hand snakes its way to lay against your cheek, bringing you into a more heated kiss, leaving you momentarily breathless.
You're trying. For Luna, for yourself, and for Jenna. You want to be a happy and perfect partner and mother, but you've been through a lot.
Jenna notices the subtle changes in your demeanor and gently asks if everything is alright. You take a deep breath, quickly nodding.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Jenna stares into your eyes, searching for any signs of deception. She knows you too well to believe your quick reassurance. Pulling away from you as if you're a burning hot stove, she insists, "No, you're not. Why don't you talk to me anymore?"
Her voice trembles with concern, and you can sense the ache behind her words. You run a hand through your hair. "We do talk."
"But it's not the same," Jenna interrupts, annoyance in her tone. "It feels like you're holding back, like there's something you're not telling me."
"You're always distracted. Something's going on," Jenna adds, her eyes searching yours for answers.
Saved by the cry, Luna's whines are heard from the baby monitor that rests on your coffee table. You quickly excuse yourself to tend to Luna, grateful for the interruption.
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A bell jingles as you make your way through the door, alerting the owner of the shop to your presence. "You're not closed, are you?" you ask, hoping to still be able to browse the selection of treats.
Love smiles, waving you off. "For you? We're open 24/7," she chuckles. "Feel free to take your time and explore." You thank Love and begin glancing over the array of delectable pastries and desserts on display.
"Which one catches your eye?" Love asks, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. Other than you? I don't know, you think. You take a moment to survey the mouthwatering options, each one more tempting than the last. Finally, your gaze settles on a beautifully decorated muffin that seems to be calling your name.
You point at the muffin and say, "I think I'll go with that one. It looks absolutely divine." Love nods approvingly and retrieves the muffin for you, placing it in a small box with a smile. "Excellent choice," she says. "I'm sure you'll enjoy every bite."
Your upper lip curves upward into a satisfied smile as you eagerly anticipate the first bite of the delectable muffin. "Mmm," you groan out, missing the way Love bites her lip in response to your reaction. She watches you with a twinkle in her eye, clearly pleased with your enjoyment of the muffin.
The muffin is soft and moist, with just the right amount of sweetness. It melts in your mouth, leaving behind a burst of flavors that dance on your taste buds.
"This is fantastic." You exclaim, savoring every bite as the flavors continue to unfold. Love's smile widens, and she leans in closer, whispering, "I'm glad you like it."
Placing down the half-eaten muffin, you smile at the brunette. "You know, I actually cook and bake myself, but never have I made something as delicious as this. Your muffin is truly a masterpiece."
Love blushes, clearly flattered by your compliment. "Well, I'd love to try your cooking sometime," she says, smiling even wider at you.
"I'd be honored to cook for you. It'll be our own little culinary adventure, you know what I'm talking about?" Love chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we can be the dynamic duo in the kitchen."
You and your next-door neighbor continue to talk, sharing recipes and exchanging cooking tips—and maybe even glances. You begin to open up about your feelings about parenting, even sharing some stories about your own mother, whom you love and miss dearly.
"I don't know; I just...my mom was the best in my eyes. I just want my daughter to look at me the same." Love listens attentively, nodding her head. "Don't we all?"
She pauses for a moment, reflecting on her own new experiences as a mother. "It's a universal desire—wanting to be the best parent we can be for our children. My mother isn't really the best, so I'm trying to learn from her mistakes and do things differently with Henry."
You smile at the mention of Henry. "He's lucky to have a mom like you who is willing to learn and grow. I'm sure you and Joe will do an amazing job."
You see Love's smile flicker at the sound of her husband's name, but she quickly regains her composure. "Thank you... I'm also glad I got to you before Sherry and her mean girls squad did." Love quickly changes the topic, smiling widely again.
"Yeah, I saw her blog...don't know how to feel about it yet." You say, tilting your head and raising your eyebrows. Love chuckles, shaking her head. "I know what you mean. I remember our second time meeting each other. She asked me about Joe and I's sex lives, saying, "Oh, having orgasms helps you produce better breast milk for your baby!"
Your mouth opens in disbelief. "Wow, that's quite a personal question to ask someone you barely know," you comment, slightly taken aback. Love nods in agreement, her smile fading slightly. "Yeah, it was definitely uncomfortable."
"So, how did you respond to that?" you ask, curious about Love's reaction. Love lets out a small sigh before answering, "I lied. The best thing you can do to Sherry."
You let out a small laugh. "I'll take note of that." You open your mouth to speak, but hesitate, unsure if you should even ask the question on your mind.
But curiosity gets the better of you, and you finally ask, "Have things ever felt weird with you and Joe during the first few months of bringing in Henry? It's just... I don't feel like I'm engaged with Jenna, it's almost as if we're just two strangers taking care of a baby together."
It's like a black cloud has appeared above Love's head, casting a shadow over her face. And for the first time, she's not putting on the usual happy facade to fool her neighbors into thinking she fits into Marde Linda; instead, she looks vulnerable and honest.
Love pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before responding, "I totally get where you're coming from. It actually feels like that a bit now, you know? It's good to know I'm not the only one who feels this way."
"Joe and I have been together for so long, and it's been great for the most part. But lately, I've been feeling like something is missing. We used to have such a strong connection, but now it feels like we're drifting apart. I've tried talking to him about it, but he just brushes it off and says everything is fine. It's frustrating because I want us to be happy together, but I can't get through with him."
Love lets out a fake chuckle, trying her best to keep the tears from building in her eyes.
She takes a deep breath and continues, "I know relationships have their ups and downs, but this seems different. It's like we're living in two separate worlds, with little overlap or understanding of each other's lives. I miss feeling connected to someone... I miss smiling so much that my cheeks hurt. I miss...the feeling of feeling wanted and cherished."
You feel the same way, completed. You long for the days when you both were inseparable, when every moment spent together felt like a precious gift. The distance between you and Jenna now feels unbearable, and you yearn for that deep connection and intimacy that seems to have faded away.
"Yeah... I know what you mean. I remember the first night I met Jenna, my heart was racing, like badly, almost as if it was going to burst out of my chest. I wanted to impress her so damn badly that I started showing her photos of me with the president. I just couldn't take my eyes off her, and the way she laughed at how I had continued to completely make a fool out of myself. We had this instant chemistry that I'd never felt with anyone else before. It's like we were made to be for each other, but after a while, it seemed...fake, I guess. The more I got to know her, the more I realized that our connection wasn't as genuine as I initially thought."
You run a hand down your face, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Shit, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to just pour my heart out like that." Love waves you off, "No, no! It's only fair; I kind of did the same thing earlier. It feels good to be able to open up and share my feelings with someone who won't go gossip about it."
You take a deep breath, feeling relieved that Love understands and appreciates your honesty. "Thank you for being so understanding. It's just been weighing on me, and it feels good to finally talk about it."
When the silence falls, you feel it. You both want the same thing—to start fresh—but neither of you has the guts to say so. You'd both look like bad spouses, wanting a new life while your old one was just getting started.
Your mind begins to wonder: What if Love was your new start? The shared laughter, looks, feelings, and smiles were a creation of a bond that goes beyond being neighbors.
You were so in your mind that you didn't even realize that Love had moved right beside you, placing a soft hand on your arm. Startled, you turn to see Love sitting there with a gentle smile on her face.
Her intentions were to comfort you, but her heart betrayed her. You looked even better up close.
You and Love meet in a slow kiss, both of you unsure what you're exactly doing in the moment, but sure, it's what you want in that moment. You were drawn to her, her gentle nature, and the way she effortlessly made you feel at ease.
Wait. No, wait.
You're engaged, you can't. You're not supposed to be doing this, but you want—no. You can't.
You quickly pull away, "I'm...so sorry, fuck." You rush out, your mouth slightly agape. Love stares at you, she understands the conflict raging within you and the responsibilities that bind you. So she doesn't fight against your decision, allowing you to walk away, leaving her in an empty bakery with a half-eaten muffin.
You make it home, but your mind is still consumed by Love's presence. You don't know how long you've been standing in silence, lost in thought. Jenna could never find out you shared a kiss with your neighbor, not only would you be in trouble, but Love would find herself like your old flings.
But Jenna's home, meaning Luna successfully made it to Ross's apartment.
You snap out of your reverie and greet Jenna. You have to try harder. Jenna's trying her hardest to make things work between you two, and it's important for you to reciprocate that effort. You smile as she rants about the traffic on the way back home from Ross's place, taking her hair out of her messy bun.
You walk up to your fiance, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her intensely but softly. Jenna gasps in surprise but immediately melts into the kiss, her hands finding their way to your back. This was probably the first time you've insinuated such a passionate display of affection, and it fills Jenna with a sense of reassurance and love.
As you pull away from the kiss, Jenna looks into your eyes, her own filled with a mixture of adoration and curiosity. She whispers, "What brought this on?" You smile and reply, "I was just thinking about when you approached me in the grocery store...and you asked if I was going to stay in the same aisle until you left."
Jenna's eyes widen with surprise as she recalls that moment. She blushes and playfully nudges you, saying, "I can't believe you remembered that!"
"Of course I do," you mumble against her lips, feeling a surge of affection. "I missed you, Jenna." She smiles, her cheeks turning even redder, and pulls you in for another kiss, which grows wilder by the second.
"Bedroom, please...Y/N." Jenna whimpers out, jumping into your arms as you walk toward your bedroom. Jenna's heart is pounding in her chest, but at the same time, her mind is racing. She can't help but wonder what has gotten you this way?
Was it really your first time meeting, or is there something else on your mind? Someone else—maybe she doesn't know.
You undress yourself completely, revealing your naked body to Jenna's eager eyes. Jenna's thoughts continue to swirl. She tries to push aside her doubts and insecurities and focus on you. But deep down, a nagging feeling lingers, leaving her curious about your hidden secrets or unspoken desires.
You stand at the edge of the bed while Jenna removes her own clothes in bed, her lip trapped between her teeth as she meets your gaze. You smile, pulling your fiance by her legs to the edge of the bed and lowering yourself to your knees.
As you trail kisses along Jenna's inner thighs, her hunger grows, her breath hitching with each gentle touch. She arches her back, yearning for more, as you tease her with your lips and tongue.
"I missed this...I missed you." You mutter against her core, going back to your effective but gentle techniques. Jenna loses herself in your words and the intoxicating sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers slip into your hair, and her hips move wildly against your mouth.
You place your hands on her hips, holding her down against the bed. Your fiance whines in response, throwing her head back in frustration.
With a smirk, you continue to maintain your firm grip, knowing that it drives her wild. "I'm so close, baby...please." Jenna pleads, her voice barely audible as she gasps for breath.
You keep up the relentless stimulation, teasing her just enough to push her further to the edge. Her body tenses, and with a loud cry, she finally reaches her climax, her hips bucking against your touch.
Whilst her body slowly relaxes, you release your grip, allowing her to catch her breath. Jenna looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with post-orgasmic bliss.
You crawl onto the bed, hovering over your fiance with a mischievous smile.
"You're so beautiful, Jen." You whisper, aligning yourself with her core, watching her gasp and arch her back as you enter her. Jenna pulls you down into a kiss, her mind clearing as you reassure her in the best way possible.
"Y/N..." Jenna breathes out, clinging onto your back as you begin to move with gentle, rhythmic thrusts. Her nails dig into your skin, leaving behind small red trails as she desperately holds onto you, almost as if she's scared you'll slip away.
You drop your head on Jenna's shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent as you continue to move inside her. Gosh, she was something else. Her smell—the vanilla smell mingled with a hint of lavender—filled your senses, intoxicating you further. And the way she softly bit your ear before attacking your neck, sent shivers down your spine, making it impossible to resist her.
"Yes...yes! Fuck, right there, Y/N." Jenna mutters in your ear, wrapping her legs around your waist, and pulling you in deeper.
-
"I thought Ross was supposed to have Luna for longer?" You ask Jenna, referring to the doorbell. Jenna shrugs, placing a kiss on your lips before sitting up from the couch and reaching for her robe.
"It's probably my package, baby. Just go answer it for me, will you?" Jenna says, giving you one last peck.
With a sigh, you walk toward the front door. Jenna stops you. "Don't you think you should put some clothes on first?" she teases, her eyes lingering on your attire—just your boxers and sports bra.
You open up the coat closet nearby, putting on a zip-up hoodie to cover yourself up. Jenna chuckles and playfully swats your arm, reminding you to grab a pair of pants as well. "By the time I do that, they'll be gone!" you mutter. Jenna gives you a look, which you ignore, hurrying up to answer the door.
"Love—hey!" You rush out. You weren't expecting to see love so soon, especially after your kiss. You quickly compose yourself, trying to hide any lingering awkwardness from the kiss.
Love smiles, "Hi, I'm sorry for just...showing up, I just wanted to see if we were okay." You open your mouth before you even know what you're going to say, "Uhh...yeah! I uh, I'm sorry, it's just..." you motion your hands around, feeling flustered and searching for the right words.
"I..." You glance behind you to make sure Jenna isn't eavesdropping on the conversation. "I really enjoyed our....talk. It got a lot of stuff off of my chest and about our k—"
Love's eyes leave yours, moving to something behind you. Love's eyes leave yours, moving to something behind you. Their expression changes, and you turn around to see Jenna standing there, an unreadable expression on her face.
Jenna's unexpected presence interrupts your train of thought, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your fiance glances between the two of you, clearly caught off guard by Love's sudden appearance.
Love quickly recovers, breaking the silence with a forced smile. "Hi! I was just inviting you both to dinner tonight. I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to all get to know each other better." Love says, attempting to regain composure.
Jenna's eyes briefly meet yours before turning back to Love. That sounds like a lovely idea," she says, her voice calm but with a hint of curiosity.
You can't help but wonder what Jenna's true feelings are about Love's unexpected invitation. Fuck. Could she tell something happened between the two of you?
You try to shake off the thought, reminding yourself that it's just your own paranoia. Love gives you a smile before walking off. Perhaps she is genuinely interested in Love's invitation, and there is nothing to worry about.
"We could've just said no," you mutter, closing the door. Jenna hears you, raising an eyebrow. "Why would we do that?" You pause for a moment, walking to Jenna and wrapping your arms around her. "I mean, it's just...unexpected. And we don't really know Love that well. It might be better to play it safe, you know?"
Jenna stares into your eyes, her expression softening. "You're so cute," she says, planting a gentle kiss on your nose. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by the compliment and how she completely dodged your concern.
-
"It's so great to finally meet you." Joe smiles, extending his hand for a handshake. You shake his hand, "Likewise, Joe. It's nice to have some...normal neighbors." You chuckle nervously, hoping that your comment about normalcy didn't come off as rude.
Joe chuckles. "Well, thank you. I'm glad I didn't get grouped in with Sherry and Cary." You let out a small laugh, relieved that Joe understood your attempt at humor. "Oh, I've heard some interesting stories about them. They definitely bring some excitement to the neighborhood."
Love pulls away from her hug with Jenna, leading you both to the dining room, a bright and inviting space with a large wooden table. As you take a seat, Love gestures towards the beautifully set table and says, "I hope you're hungry! I've prepared a special homemade meal just for the occasion."
"Thank you so much, Love. Everything looks and smells amazing," you say sincerely, feeling grateful for her hospitality.
Love smiles warmly at you, and Jenna takes notice of this, her eyes boring into Love's skull. Jenna's gaze lingers on Love for a moment before she blinks, putting on a fake smile as she starts a conversation with Joe.
"Shit, I forgot the drinks, I'll be right back." You get up from your seat and say, "I can help." Love quickly interjects, "No need to worry, I'll take care of it." You wave her off, "It's okay! I don't mind helping out."
You follow Love to the kitchen, fixing your dress shirt and straightening your tie as you go. Love glances at you with a grateful smile, appreciating your willingness to assist.
"I'm sorry, Love." You apologize sincerely, referring to your shared kiss that shouldn't have happened between two married individuals. Love's smile fades slightly as she looks down at the ground, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "No need to apologize," she says softly, avoiding eye contact.
"No, really. I shouldn't have done that." You continue, walking closer to the blue-eyed woman. Love's gaze remains fixed on the ground, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was a moment of weakness for both of us," she admits, her words tinged with regret.
"At least...I know that it was for you." Love adds, her voice trailing off as she finally meets your gaze. "Because...one second you're complaining about not being happy, but you seemed pretty happy this morning after."
"What?"
"The fucking hickeys, Y/N. You opening the door in your boxers? Could you be any more fucking obvious?" You look away, your cheeks turning a shade of pink.
"Love..." you stammer, struggling to find the right words. "You're married...I'm married...we couldn't...I couldn't..." Love shakes her head, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I guess I'm blind for thinking that kiss meant anything. It's just finally talking about it that I started imagining what if...you know? Like, with him... the first time I saw him, I wanted to get to know everything about him. And I felt that again, but with you. I wanted to explore a connection that I hadn't felt in a long time. It's stupid..."
Love's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she takes a step back, creating a distance between you two. "I don't even know why I'm acting like this. We should get back." She quickly wipes her eyes, handing you two glasses and picking up the rest before walking back toward the dining room.
"Hey, you're back! I missed you," Jenna exclaims as she sees Love and you return to the dining room. She gives you both a warm smile, unaware of the emotional moment that just took place.
You send Jenna a smile, sitting back down beside her. Love joins the table, her eyes still slightly red but her smile genuine. "Jenna was just telling me about how she cooks too," Joe tells his wife, his eyes glancing between her and Jenna.
But Jenna doesn't pay any mind to the man; her eyes are staring into yours. She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "What took you so long?" Anyone else would've missed her accusatory tone.
"We were just talking about our favorite recipes," you reply, trying to deflect the question. Jenna's eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn't press further. Instead, she smiles at Joe, nodding. "Yes! I love trying out new recipes. I'm more of a cook than a baker, though; I'm really good at using knives and stuff."
That surely meant something else, you think.
Love chuckles nervously, clearly uncomfortable with the mention of knives. "Oh, uh, I'm more of a baker...as you know already." Jenna's smile widens. "Well, I also bake too! Don't mind getting my hands dirty." Joe's eyes widen slightly, sensing a hidden meaning behind Jenna's words.
Joe clears his throat. "Let's get eating, shall we?"
-
You're now home in your bedroom; the rest of dinner went well for the most part. You begin taking off your button shirt while Jenna removes her makeup in your shared bathroom.
"I think you should stop talking to Love." Jenna blurts out, catching you off guard. You pause, unsure of how to respond. "What do you mean?" you ask, continuing to unbutton your shirt.
Jenna turns around to face you, her expression serious. "Is there a problem with that?" Jenna's words hang in the air, causing a knot of unease to form in your stomach.
"I don't see why there would be a problem," you say cautiously, "but can you explain why you feel that way?"
Jenna takes a deep breath before speaking. "Why can't you just do this one thing for me without asking so many questions?" Her tone is tinged with frustration, and you take this as a sign to drop it. With a hum and nod, you agree, throwing your shirt somewhere in the room and sitting down on your bed.
Jenna leaves the bathroom, walking towards you with a small smile. "Thank you, baby." You smile back at Jenna, and she begins undoing her robe.
She lets the silky fabric slip off her shoulders; you can't help but admire the way it accentuates her curves. Jenna parts your legs, standing in between them, and without a second thought, your hands move to explore, caressing her soft skin.
Jenna leans in, her lips brushing against your earlobe as she whispers, "You know, sometimes I just need a little space to breathe." You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. Taking a deep breath and gently pulling her closer, you respond, "I think you just wanna show off."
She smiles, leaning back to look into your eyes. Her gaze is filled with a mix of playfulness and affection as she replies, "Maybe I do enjoy being the center of attention sometimes."
You open your eyes again, only to look out of your window and see your neighbor looking in your direction. You quickly let go of Jenna and rush toward your window, shutting the curtains.
"I can't believe he was spying on us," you mutter. Jenna chuckles softly and pulls you into a reassuring embrace, reminding you that it's just a harmless moment and not worth worrying about.
"Yeah, but that's weird. He's married with a son, and we literally just met him for dinner." Jenna places a kiss on your lips, "I'm all yours; no need to get worked up, my love."
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Despite Jenna's reassurance, you can't help but feel a twinge of unease about your neighbor's behavior. Maybe it's best to keep a closer eye on him in the future, just to be safe.
-
It's late, really late. Luna is back home, but thankfully she's asleep. You've been up waiting for Jenna since she left in the afternoon, but it's already well past midnight.
You open up your phone to try to ring Jenna's phone again, but these past few hours have been filled with unanswered calls and messages. Your mind starts to wander, imagining all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Maybe she got into an accident or lost her phone. You don't fucking know, but you're scared.
On cue, your fiance makes it through the door with messy hair and a tired expression on her face. She apologizes for being late, explaining that she lost track of time while catching up with Joe, your creepy, stalky neighbor.
You get up from the couch with an angry expression on your face. "Why's your hair all messy?" You demand, frustration evident in your voice. She begins to explain, "I put my head out the window after I finished my burger—a very good vegan burger, by the way. Why are burgers so tasty?" she asks, trying to lighten the mood.
You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Joe, wondering why she would spend so much time with him, especially after she knows how you feel about him. Going on late-night burger runs and sharing inside jokes with him. It's hard not to feel like you're being replaced, and her nonchalant attitude only adds to your frustration.
"I have to stop hanging out with my friends, but you get to go on all-day dates with Joe?" You sarcastically question, furrowing your eyebrows.
Jenna shakes her head, "Please. Not tonight." You feel yourself getting angrier by the second, your voice rising as you continue, "Do you see the way he looks at you? We literally caught him staring at you through his window?"
Jenna clenches her jaw, her eyes narrowing with annoyance and anger. "Why do you even care? It's not like you love me anymore." You pause, taken aback by Jenna's words. "What? Jenna, that's not true. I do love you."
Jenna lets out a fake laugh, rolling her eyes. "You know...you might think you're protecting my feelings, but it hurts ten times harder when you lie."
"I'm not an idiot, Y/N. I know you fucking kissed her that night." You feel a lump form in your throat as Jenna's accusation hangs in the air. Your mind races, searching for the right words to defend yourself. "Jenna..."
Jenna laughs, a bitter sound that cuts through the tension. "So sorry if I like spending time with someone who actually might be interested in me!" Her voice cracks, betraying herself.
"You're not being fair, Jenna! You can't blame me for being confused! You don't get to be conflicted! I'm...fucking lost! I don't know if I love you, there! I said it! I don't know if what we have is genuine because my soon-to-be wife fucking stalked me for years and killed anyone I tried to get close to. I've been living in fear, constantly looking over my shoulder." You yell, the veins in your neck coming out as you release your pent-up anger.
"I'm so fucking scared of you, Jenna. I don't know if you're going to hurt me...for not being 100% into you all the time, hurt someone for attempting to get close to me, or...hurt our daughter. So excuse me for even trying to find a safe haven."
Your words hang heavy in the air as you struggle to catch your breath. Jenna is at a loss for words, unsure what to say or how to respond to your raw and honest outburst. You watch her lips tremble slightly as she tries to form a response, but no words escape.
"...Fuck you, Y/N." She finally replies, pushing past you to leave the room.
-
"Y/N, hey!" You turn around to see Joe. You put on a fake smile; you're pissed off at this guy, and not only that, but he's interrupting your walk to clear your mind.
"Hey Joe, what's up?" you respond, trying to maintain your composure despite your frustration.
"I just wanted to see if you were doing okay." Joe's concern catches you off guard, and you can't help but soften your expression slightly. "Thanks; I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Joe hesitates for a moment before answering, "Well, Jenna told me earlier that you two were planning on calling off the engagement."
Your heart skips a beat at Joe's words. Why the hell would she want to call off the engagement and not you? "Jenna must have misunderstood," you say, trying to hide your unease.
"We're not calling off the engagement. Everything is fine between us." Joe looks relieved but still seems skeptical. "Are you sure? Jenna seemed pretty convinced. Maybe you should talk to her and clear things up."
Yes, of course. You'll talk to your fiancé. You nod, turning back around to continue walking. "Oh, and Y/N," Joe calls out as you start to walk away, causing you to turn back around.
You feel something heavy hit your head, and your world turns black as you collapse to the ground.
When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in the same situation you were in years ago. Except this time, Jenna isn't present, but Joe, your neighbor, is.
"Fuck...not this shit again." You mutter, using the class cage to help lift yourself from the ground.
Joe tilts his head, confused. "Again. You're telling me you've been put in this situation before?" You touch your head, looking for any signs of injury. "Yeah," you reply, wincing at the pain. "I already know not to freak out and bang against the glass this time."
"Jenna must really like you," Joe says, raising an eyebrow. "She's the one who put you in something like this, right?" You nod, frustration evident on your face.
"I guess she learned from my old tricks." You chuckle bitterly, asking. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Joe smirks, standing up from his chair. "Well, let's just say Jenna isn't the first person to trap someone inside of a glass box; neither was I, but I think...I might've been the one to inspire her."
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by Joe's cryptic statement. "What do you mean?" you inquire, wanting to know more about the origins of this bizarre, fucked-up situation.
Joe's smirk widens as he walks towards the glass box. "I guess you can say I was Jenna's first love, her muse, the one who possibly ignited her twisted creativity."
"I knew Jenna before everything." Joe continues, "I'd become a bit obsessed with her; she was the first person I loved after my ex-girlfriend broke my heart. Jenna had this magnetic energy that drew me in, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her. One day, she told me she was leaving New York to move to California, and I...snapped. I became possessive, desperate to keep her close to me. I put her inside the glass box my...mentor built so she wouldn't leave before I got the chance to talk to her about it."
You chuckle bitterly, not even surprised by the situation. After Jenna, you've become used to the fucked-up shit people can do. But Joe, he just seemed 10x worse. He practically made Jenna look like an angel."You guys are some truly fucked up people, man, I swear."
"Can you not? I'm pouring my heart out here." Joe sarcastically jokes, rolling his eyes. "But yeah, I guess you could say I went a little crazy. I just couldn't bear the thought of her leaving without giving me a chance to explain how much she meant to me. And seeing her again after all those years only intensified those feelings. I knew I had to do something, even if it meant risking everything."
You fake yawn, "So...you did all of this because, supposedly, my fiance is "the one who got away" for you?" Joe smiles, "Ding, ding, ding!"
"And what about Love? Your wife?" Joe's smile fades slightly as he looks down at his hands. "Love... Love and I—we've been drifting apart for a while now. We've tried to make it work, but sometimes people just grow in different directions. And I'm sure Jenna's dealing with her right now...for you."
Your ears perk up. "Dealing with her? What do you mean dealing with her for me?"
Joe looks up. "Killing her."
Your eyes widen in shock as you process Joe's words. "Wait, you can't be serious. Killing her? What about Henry?!"
Joe's expression turns grave as he responds, "I know it sounds extreme, but Love and I have exhausted all other options. We've tried therapy, communication, everything. Henry will be fine; I've already planned that out."
Joe's words send a chill down your spine. "Are you serious, this is fucking insane? You have to stop, Jenna! Joe, Love was your wife, and I know at one point you loved her. You can't let Jenna go through with this. There has to be another way to go about whatever the fuck you're doing, for Henry's sake and for your own sanity."
Joe walks away, not even bothering to acknowledge your plea. "Joe!" You shout, banging on the glass, desperate to get through to him. But he continues to walk away, his footsteps fading into the distance.
-
The door opens again, and you rise from the ground, rushing to the glass. But it's not Joe who appears; it's Jenna. "Jenna? Jenna, what happened?"
Jenna looks at you with tears in her eyes, her palm resting against the glass. "I love you, Y/N. I love our daughter, and I love our life together. But I just want to know if you love it too, and please, just be honest with me."
You feel a knot forming in your stomach as Jenna's words sink in. Her vulnerability and plea for honesty leave you speechless for a moment.
You realize that your answer will shape the future of your relationship and maybe even your life.
"I love you too, Jen. I swear. I—I won't let anything come between us again. Our life together means everything to me, and I can't imagine a future without you and our daughter. I promise to always be honest with you, no matter what."
Jenna's tears begin to subside as a sense of relief washes over her face. She takes a deep breath and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a silver key. With trembling hands, she opens the glass cage, and you fall into her arm, your own eyes filling with tears.
Jenna holds you tightly, whispering words of love and forgiveness. In that moment, you realize that your relationship has been given a second chance, and you vow to never take it for granted again.
"I couldn't do it. I thought about it. Fuck, Y/N. I was about to hurt Love and take Henry's mother away from him forever. But I thought about how I could never forgive myself, not even a little." Jenna's voice trembles with emotion as she continues, "I want to break free from that fucked-up pattern and create a better future for all of us."
You nod, pressing a kiss to Jenna's forehead. "I believe in us, Jenna," you say softly.
"Let's go, Y/N." You nod again, rushing out of the room together, determined to leave the past behind and start fresh. You make it to your car, Luna in her carseat carrier, ready for the journey ahead. Jenna starts the engine, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Your fiance speeds out of Marde Linda, and you turn to see smoke billowing from the town behind you, along with the sounds of sirens blaring in the distance.
"Where are we going?" You mutter to Jenna. She glances at you, placing a hand on your lap.
"We're going anywhere but here," she replies, her voice steady. "...I was thinking London. I've always wanted to live in England." The thought of starting a new life in London fills you with excitement and hope, causing you to smile regardless of the circumstance you had just escaped from.
Together, you embark on a new chapter, ready to rewrite your story and create a better life for yourselves and Luna in England.
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fille blonde à paris
description: guinevere beck isn’t looking for relationships. she’s enjoying france, too busy with writing. basking in the glory of her insanely successful pieces of literature. then she finds you, and you’re such a beautiful distraction.
warnings: a claustrophobic amount of fluffy fluff, an american’s horrible attempt at france living and french translation, a plethora of kissing, brief masturbation
pairings: guinevere beck x fem!reader
word count: 5001
a/n: i’ve had my hands on this little fic for a while, let’s see how ms. guinevere beck does! beck train, choo choo!
reblogging and liking is greatly appreciated!
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you’d met beck in paris at the local coffee shop across the street from the bookstore she’d occupied herself in with book signing.
the local shop happened to just be a coffee shop you owned.
after her long day and afternoon beck walked into the shop in hopes of some relaxation and more writing, or typing as she would do.
funnily enough, you had no clue who the girl was. simply thinking she was a pretty girl that looked completely out of place in the popular but comfy café shop.
in hopes of not disturbing the hard-working blonde, who hadn’t ordered a single thing since she walked into the shop about an hour ago; you walk up to her calmly with a subtle lavender macaron in hand.
something peacefully sweet as she appeared, if that was something you could even say.
you had evidently startled her as the preoccupied girl grasps at her chest, exhaling a little gasp.
nonetheless, she beams dazzlingly with relaxed eyes, a small hint of drear hazing inside her blue irises.
she looked truly exhausted.
"i apologize, you’ve been here for a while and haven’t ordered anything. so i thought i might bring a little something?"
you hand the small brown bag over and she takes it gently. her hold on the bag was almost as soft as the sound of her delicate voice.
"thank you, that’s kind of you! i’m sorry are you about to close up? i don’t want to be a bother."
you're quick to reassure.
"we’re 24 hours, you’re welcome here. stay for as long as you need."
guinevere beck shines one of her heartwarming smiles, eyes twinkling.
with that you walk away, leaving the pretty girl on her own accord. occasionally, fellow customers walk into the shop and leave out with their orders in hand.
but she’s still sitting there.
with quite a strange look on her face, as if she’s thinking, or puzzled about something.
just as you turn to clean off the counter and look back there she is standing in front of you. her attention on the menu perched high above your head.
she appears even more stumped than earlier.
you realize momentarily that the entire menu is completely in french.
"ugh, i’m so sorry. i come to your country and can’t even speak nor understand the language."
the girl speaks in an expressive whisper.
the frustrated look on her face is quite adorable. you don’t think about that for long, not wanting to be outlandish.
"it’s fine! i have a translated one. i wasn’t aware you were a foreigner, you seem so comfortable here."
that is a lie, but you’d rather make her feel better about the unfamiliar area.
"really? i feel so misplaced. i’ve come here to vacation but my manager managed to sneak a book signing up on me."
you laugh and the girl sends a playful gaze over your way.
about three hours have passed of endless conversation with the girl who you recently found out is named guinevere.
like the legendary queen consort.
although she makes it very clear that she prefers beck.
“just beck, please.”
she huffs and you could only imagine why.
“i mean, my parents were assholes with the naming. everyone just calls me beck.”
her distraught explanation is entertaining to you, you’ve never met someone with such a unique name that despises it as deeply as she does.
"so yeah! i’m here for six months to grab inspiration for my next book. i like it here, everyone is so kind."
that makes you smile, hopefully, she thinks you’re kind too.
against your better judgment, you lock up the coffee shop with a simple note of arrival later.
beck’s words flow intricately yet in a way that doesn’t make her sound too profesoresqe.
she talks of all things but to you, they sound of only the most interesting of things.
beck grew up absolutely adoring poems, she’d write small ones and reminisced how her innocent mind pondered in every moving and living creature.
the american blonde spends her time searching all places for inspiration, even you can see that her attention to her surroundings has paid off greatly.
she’s filled with beliefs, bringing you to the actualization of things you never needed to think about.
the two of you even get into a playful argument about whether orange juice or apple juice is preferable. eventually, you give in to the competitive girl.
you’re too caught up in your conversation with guinevere beck to stop and it’s come to some point when you finally realize you’ve both stopped at a cute studio downtown.
assumingly, this is where beck is staying.
you can’t help but feel anguished. this means goodbye, your conversation must end now.
"well, this is me."
beck sways with the cool late paris air, strands of her blonde hair blowing prettily against the evening breeze.
"it was nice to meet you, ms. guinevere beck."
the blonde blushes, but hopes you’ll blame it on the extra blow of wind.
you don’t.
"it was nice to meet you too."
you wave goodbye, with not a single swap of contacts from one another. only her name and the small pieces of information you do know about her.
beck gladly opposes the way the entire exchange is inevitably ending, so she takes matters into her own hands.
calling out to you, while clutching her body nervously. she feels a sudden emptiness that she isn’t quite used to as you make a move to walk your own separate way.
beck was here to sign books and vacation, not to flirt with strangers. she has to remind herself, but she’s glad when you turn her way; hearing the small whisper as she says your name.
almost as if you were waiting for her to call you over.
you’re a complete stranger, no matter how friendly you may seem. beck doesn’t think about all of the dangers, just the swarm in her heart at the conversation the two of you shared.
she wants more.
for some reason you didn’t feel so strange, not when she’d told you her childhood stories and awkward teen problems.
beck can’t let you go now, she’s gotten too attached and you’re the perfect distraction.
"why don’t you come in? i’d love to show off some of my work. i can’t have you walking back all alone and lonely either."
you’re nearly jumping for joys as beck allows you in.
her studio is cute and tiny in a cozy way. your eyes immediately settle on the living room couch with cute beige throw pillows, a single green one lays awkwardly.
the lights are dimmed perfectly and your eyes bounce off of all the many furnishings that adorn the place.
"i thought why not make it like home, i’ll be here for some time anyways."
beck is clearly a reader from not only what you’ve both talked about but the books neatly tucked in dark oak bookcases.
"it’s cushy, i love it."
your fingers trail the spines of each colorful book and beck observes you curiously.
"any of your favorites in there?"
beck questions, two fingers pressed against her lips while she leans against the couch.
your response follows immediately.
"you have all of shirley jackson’s most notable works here."
"oh, you’re familiar with her. is she popular here?"
you turn to a very inquisitive beck, she’s sat on her couch now.
"i’m originally from paris, but i moved to california throughout my tween years for junior high. then, i decided to move back. i guess i felt homesick-”
“my middle school teacher forced us to read the lottery, it was so morbid and strange to me then that i fell in love with her works."
beck grins, biting her lip.
you wish to bite her lip too.
“so would you say you’re an avid shirley jackson fan?”
you smile, looking away to hide your absurd content of beck.
“yeah, something like that.”
there’s a silence in the room that causes you to look back at beck. she’s holding a copy of the lottery in her hand, scribbling words into it.
you hadn’t even heard her get up from the sofa through all your staring at her collection of books.
beck saunters over to you slowly, book in hand. she slides it into your open satchel. it fits nice and snugly, like it belongs there.
"keep that, and don’t look at it until you’re at home."
the pretty blonde stands so close that you’re able to see each freckle that stamps over her features. you count each one, in hopes that your heart stops beating so quickly.
involuntarily, your eyes slip to her pink lips after a couple of late seconds they finally flicker back up. you can tell beck notices but she doesn’t seem to care, you watch her do the same thing.
eyes at your lips then back to your eyes, repeating that process twice more.
beck is the first to lean in. her blue eyes subtly turning to a more greenish-blue hue that you find yourself easily getting lost in.
you take the time to gauge her reaction, even with everything happening so fast. she gives you one last look before closing the small space between the two of you, and relief washes over you as her soft lips touch yours.
a subtle shutter rakes through beck’s body, you can feel it, listening closely to the desperate sounds she makes with your lips on hers.
while beck does look innocent, she holds her weight. it’s like the two of you are fighting for the crown of dominance, you can’t tell who is winning.
beck’s teeth gently bite at your lips, and her confidence reels you in. your hands wander to deepen the kiss in your own way.
her waist fits comfortably in your hold as if she belongs like this, in this exact space and time.
beck’s lips hover slightly over yours, as she pulls away for a small breather. you can feel her warm breath, she tastes sweet on your tongue.
not candy-sweet, not pastry-sweet, and not even syrup sweet. she has her own taste, something exotic that you can’t put your finger on.
just as you anticipated.
when things seem to go farther than you prefer at the time, you slowly pull away.
turning beck down the nicest way you can, no matter how dissatisfied you feel when her lips are gone.
you leave your hand resting on her red-tinted cheeks, beck peers at you. you’re relieved when she doesn’t look offended.
“i’m sorry-“
beck tries to say but you’re already apologizing.
“no, it’s not you. i just don’t want to take advantage of you. can i maybe take you out to a bar? get to know you?”
“i’d like that.”
two fingers are again pressed against beck’s lips, a habit you’re learning that she does often. for extra measure, you lips are back on beck’s for a quick peck.
a gesture that should be inappropriate for people who’ve only just met, but you feel some odd connection to the american blonde.
it’s late, very late by the time you and beck make it to the bar. you’re familiar with the owner, so without reservations, the two of you slip right in.
it wouldn’t have been a problem anyways, the bar isn’t filled with many people and you can comfortably hear beck over the music.
“i feel underdressed.”
the pretty girl frowns and while you can agree with her, both of you are quite underdressed. you’re wearing a black shirt that happens to look the slightest bit dressy, and the first pair of pants you could bother putting on before work.
while beck looks wonderfully herself in a black shirt fitted underneath a clean red blazer, alongside a matching pencil skirt which brings out the rosy color of her cheeks and the sultry red of the lipstick prodded on her lips.
now that you analyze the girl fully, you realize she doesn’t look underdressed much at all.
her care for her appearance makes you smile.
“you look beautiful, and besides no one will care. enjoy yourself, you need it.”
beck grins at your genuine compliment, lifting a glass of dark wine to her lips. you watch the deep red liquid trickle at her lips as she purses them to drink.
“you’re too kind for your own good.”
you’re not surprised even for a second when the conversation changes to one of beck’s life, as if it wasn’t something the two of you were talking about for the past few hours in your bakery.
truly, you are intrigued by the american girl.
“do you live far from your bakery?”
beck questions, you’ve quickly realized how much eye contact she holds when conversing with you. like she’s hanging onto every word carefully as you speak.
“i actually live above it.”
“oh! so a duplex?”
“yes, yes. a duplex.”
beck is excited at her correct guess.
the two of you are a little over tipsy by the time it’s decided to leave the bar. what was supposed to only be one, or two glasses of wine turned into much more than you’d like to think about.
you feel as though you could talk to beck forever, and although that could honestly be the buzz of the alcohol talking you’d like to think it’s not.
beck thinks the same as she invites you into her studio once again.
you sit on her couch and she sits with you, after about a minute or two you find beck’s legs resting on top of your lap. you don’t mind at all, just focusing on the conversation at hand and the way her lips meet when she chats.
or how her eyes twinkle from the dim lighting of the minimal darkness.
beck is pretty, but you’ve known that for some time now.
“he thought i was bluffing and unfortunately for him, i wasn’t.”
beck recalls, cackling about an unfortunate circumstance with a past professor. you find amusement in her words too, with how flawlessly they fall from her tongue.
there’s a warm silence but after a while, you finally respond.
“i’m happy you’ve found your place in this world.”
you say randomly and you don’t miss the crook of beck’s eyebrow as she eyes you with confusion.
“you’re doing what you love, you didn’t let creepy professors stop you. it’s inspiring.”
you add, staring at beck’s hefty book collection and zoning out just a little.
“is everyone from france such a sweet talker or is that just you?”
the blonde tilts her head to the side, curled strands of hair falling into her face. beck’s eyebrows raise in a playful, flirtatious gesture.
“just me.”
“i should’ve known.”
beck finds her place in your lap, you don’t push her away this time. you’re a little more confident, and you want this even more badly than the first time.
you cup beck’s cheek in your hand, and she sighs deeply into your mouth when your lips connect.
soft and delicate.
you allow her tongue to roam into your mouth when she’s ready.
beck wastes no time and admittedly, you’re not mad about it. she’s very handsy, her fingers reach to pull at your collar and she’s moving your hands to rest on her sheer tight covered legs.
“i like you a lot.”
beck mumbles over your lips, licking over her slightly swollen ones.
“i like you too.”
“are you sure you’re not just saying that to spare my feelings?”
“no never.”
it’s like the two of you are playing tag, with flickering eyes darting to each other’s lips and back. one waiting for the other to submit to their desire of the other first.
your hand remains caressing beck’s thigh and her arms wrap around your neck to bring herself closer.
you meet her halfway but beck is already on your lips first, pressing her mouth against yours in a soft yet heated embrace.
just as quickly as beck had pulled in, you grow intoxicated in her kiss and only wanting more. just as you begin to deepen the kiss, grasping beck’s fabric-covered skin in your delicate touch, she pulls away.
a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“gotcha.”
beck teases, her blue-green eyes sparkling with amusement.
you can only muster up a defeated laugh, shaking your head in dazed disbelief.
“such a tease.”
you say, already leaning in for her sweet taste again.
beck snickers, her cheeks pinched, and eyes locked on yours in a passionate tension-filled gaze.
“I know,”
she shrugs.
“but it's more fun that way.”
With that, she pulls in for another kiss, this time holding on a little longer before pulling away again, a playful glint in her eye.
but before she’s able to say anything more you’ve already got her entrapped.
the tension between you two only grows thicker. you listen closely for those perfect sounds that come from out of her lips.
she moans softly, beck’s hands caressing your face as you deepen the kiss. you wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer as your tongues dance together in a heated embrace.
for just a moment, the two of you lose yourselves in the pure intensity of the kiss, bodies pressed together in passion.
you taste her sweet taste, cloudy with the bittersweet wine. beck moans softly against your lips, a sound that only fuels your want for her.
as the kiss comes to an end, you pull away slowly.
with a coy smile, you whisper;
“your turn.”
leaving beck hanging just as she’d left you, desperate and wanting more while she toyed with you.
beck settles back onto your lap, eyes locked on yours like she’s still not ready to let up the lip-lock wars.
surprisingly after that, you don’t end up in beck’s bed.
that doesn’t mean she doesn’t heavily insist.
“it’s a king-sized bed, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable in here.”
beck pleads, hugging herself over her white hotel robe. curled blonde hair tossed from the earlier movements, her cheeks and nose haven’t yet simmered of their color.
through the night, beck and you have gotten relatively close. you feel content with her, and based on the fact that the blonde is naked under her robe you can assume the same goes for her.
beck saunters over to you, standing above as you sit on her couch with a light blanket in hand.
“i’ll be fine, i promise. get some sleep.”
“you can always crawl in if you change your mind, i’ll leave the door open.”
“okay, goodnight beck.”
you miss the disappointed look on beck’s face as she bites her lip out of frustration. she’d kissed you over a thousand times yet you won’t step foot in her room.
beck understands your boundaries are solely out of respect as you’ve said, but she wants nothing more than for you to disrespect her.
no matter what that may consist of.
it’s not your intention to leave beck frustrated but supposedly you do. you’re fast asleep, whiles she’s giving herself muffled climax after muffled climax.
you don’t hear beck in her bedroom riding the little green pillow she’d stolen from the couch, with bangs sticking to her forehead from exertion.
her pleas of pleasure like desperate whimpers as she rocks back in forth, chasing something that she believes you should be giving her.
beck covers her mouth with one hand, the other fisting at her blankets for stability. underwear left on and sticky, a feeling she craved of the extra friction.
whine after whine, gasp after gasp.
it wasn’t like she was waiting for you to fuck her into the mattress, that wasn’t the case. but it’s been some while since she’s had an intimate touch, and the shadow of your lips from earlier was not helping to damper that need.
the pleasure beck gives herself knocks her right into slumber, it’s easily one of the best naps she’s gotten in a while.
beck knows it’s because she has company but the girl would never admit that, not even to herself.
church bells ring, birds begin singing their songs, and the city awakens with the chatter of people commuting their way to work and school.
the smell of croque madam floods the senses of your nose; awakening you and as your eyes fall open, beck’s pretty eyes are the first thing to unblur in your sight.
she speaks softly to the point where hearing her voice is like hearing the gentle seine river and its delicate lapping.
“i’m not really a good cook, not really a good cook at all actually. i tried researching french breakfast, i didn’t want to get all stereotypical but i think i ended up just confusing myself.”
beck rants, sipping out of a cute little green mug. nearly the same shade as the pillow she quickly snatched from the couch.
you’re handed the plate of delicious-smelling food, nothing appears to be wrong with it. nothing besides the fact that it looks homemade, the touch of some sloppiness is cute to you.
you can tell the blonde tried and that warms your heart.
“you don’t have to eat it, i thought you might be hungry.”
the fork is already inside of your mouth as beck speaks, you chew, savoring her use of flavors.
“it’s great, thank you. really beck, taste amazing.”
“i realized halfway through cooking that you literally own a bakery. you could work more magic than i think i ever could in the kitchen.”
you take another forkful of the familiar dish, getting a mouthful of the lightly toasted brioche bread followed by slightly overdone eggs and savory ham.
the food is still warm like you’d woken up at just the perfect time. it’s good and you silently finish the portion beck had given you.
“you should be more confident with your cooking beck.”
you throw her a piece of advice and she smiles.
silence fills the living room and you’re suddenly made aware of your bareness.
hardened nipples pressed against your white undershirt, made visible by the thin material. you’d forgotten to put your bra back on, finding it too uncomfortable at some point throughout the night.
your phone rest on a little stand, a charger plugged into the device. you smile up at beck, she’s already looking at you.
“thank you.”
“no problem.”
you’re checking the time on your phone, you’ve woken up earlier than usual.
6:37
which is a pleasant surprise considering how late you’d fallen asleep last night after bar-partying and lip-locking with beck, watching half a movie smushed somewhere through the time.
feeling like you’ve overstayed your welcome, you frown.
reality sets in, you have to get back to work at some point. your workers can’t cover for you forever, and you can’t take beck away from her endless writing for too much longer.
it’s like she’s read your mind, but your emotions are evident and beck is good at putting two and two together.
“have to get back?”
“i’m afraid so, i’ve got like thirty missed calls.”
you muster up a sad laugh.
“well, i’ll walk you over.”
beck says, as if you’re unfamiliar with the town but in all actuality you know it like the back of your hand.
you return your missed calls on the way back to the bakery, your hand finding beck’s at some point so she doesn’t feel too ignored.
“oui papa, i know…d’accord, i’m on my way.”
you huff as you hang up your phone. beck looks over at you, neglecting the scenery her eyes were once fixated on.
“everything okay?”
beck questions, trying to not intrude. you’ve known her long enough to not take it that way.
“just my parents. i think they thought i’d gotten kidnapped.”
“i stole you away.”
beck hums.
“you did.”
you smile, playfully.
the trees sway as the harsh winds push past them, awaiting the rain that will eventually fall sooner or later. leaving a muggy and wet paris day meaning more customers will welcome themselves into your bakery.
seldom heavy rain, not particularly weather you care for but weather you’ve grown accustomed to.
“does your accent always change when you speak to others?”
beck questions, pointing out randomly.
“maybe a little, i think. my parents have been saying i’ve been americanized, so i try to speak french more with them. they pick on me.”
you laugh, giving beck’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“tell me some words.”
beck requests curiously.
the rest of the walk to your bakery is spent teaching beck some much-needed french terminology. her pronunciation is not great, but it’s cute and you find amusement in teasing her about it.
you open the doors for beck, allowing her in first. not realizing your parents are standing near the counter, staring at the girl you’ve brought inside their bakery.
your mother is the first to speak up.
beck can’t understand a thing your parents are saying, and you’re glad because your father spends a good five minutes scolding you.
as if you were a child.
then your mother’s eyes land on beck.
she reverts to english immediately, skipping to address the daughter that they’d just spoken to. it’s obvious to her too how out of place beck looks in france.
“hello love, are you a friend of our daughter?”
our daughter? is that any way to address your child?
beck glances at you, then steps over to shake the hand of your mother.
“hello, yes. i’m guinevere, nice to meet you.”
the drag of every other word is amusing enough to put a smile on your face. she nearly sings her hello.
“such a pretty american girl.”
your mother says, more to you and your father than beck.
“mère s'il te plaît.”
you plead, pulling beck away from your overbearing mother.
“oh, hush. i’m just being kind. save the extremities, no need for the french. let the girl understand what you’re saying.”
of course, your mother is one to scold you for something she’d done not even five minutes ago.
you look at your father, a silent plea for him to take your mother and leave.
“okay, we know she’s alive. everything is all good here.”
with a gentle kiss on beck’s, and your cheek. your overbearing mother is out of the bakery, which you’re glad about.
“i’m so sorry.”
you apologize, wiping the kiss your mother pecked upon beck’s cheek.
beck finds this incredibly funny.
“it’s fine, they love you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
you don’t bring up much more about your family, considering beck’s situation with her parents in fear that she’ll feel the shocks of grief that any rational person would experience.
“i have my mom, but we don’t talk anymore.”
“my dad is dead.”
two things she’s told you over her own volition of drinking at the bar.
the poor girl is practically an orphan.
“can i grab you anything? tea, coffee, hot chocolate?”
beck’s face lights up.
“oh! i know that one, i’ll have the…chocolat chaud.”
she overly enunciates her last words carefully with bright blue eyes that twinkle with the sharpest tinge of grey.
“good girl, you catch on fast!”
you utter absentmindedly, working behind the counter. not catching the hitch in beck’s breath at the nickname.
at expert speed, you whip up a full mug of thick, rich french hot chocolate.
“looks so good.”
beck says, eying the cup of hot chocolate. skimming over each little swirl of whipped cream and a handful of marshmallows.
you click your tongue with disapproval as beck picks up the mug with two hands. she quickly puts the dish down, her eyes on yours.
peering at you like a child that had gotten into trouble.
“use the spoon, i promise it’ll taste better.”
beck obeys, scooping the thick liquid into her mouth.
a moan leaves her lips.
you feel rightfully accomplished.
“good?”
you question, as a boost for your ego.
“it’s amazing.”
while beck downs her french hot chocolate you speak, allowing her to fully delve into the warm treat you’d given her. she hangs onto each and every one of your words, holding her familiar deep eye contact.
she’s finished in a short matter of time, leaving her lips tasting of rich chocolate.
which you’re more than eager to kiss, but you let the temptation subside.
“okay, i desperately want to get out of these clothes. want to stay here? or come with?”
beck follows you into your duplex without even as little as a second. her hand in yours, and for a good while she’s completely at a loss for words as she looks around.
you place your satchel down on your couch, opening it to fish out the book beck had given you.
she’s laughing at you, and your enthusiasm.
“that’s pretty much useless now.”
beck says, watching as you flip through the first few pages.
a neon pink sticky note plastered on the fifth blank page. beck’s phone number written on it.
“xxx-xxx-xxxx call me ;)”
is all it says, and you’re grabbing your phone to dial the numbers into it. it’s difficult for beck to contain her amusement, she’s hanging on a thread to contain her laughter.
she plays along as you dial in her number, beck’s phone chimes with your contact and she picks up.
you hold your phone to your ear and beck does the same.
“thank you for the number, ms. guinevere beck.”
then you’re hanging up and walking over to the american blonde, you can’t tell if she’s speechless or simply isn’t bothering to talk.
you press your lips against hers, and it’s a delight how smoothly her lips move with yours.
like a puzzle piece that adores clichés.
you really do like guinevere beck.
and she really likes you too.
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summary: all joe wants is y/n.
warnings: coarse language, smut, masturbation (m receiving)
pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader
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They were hers.
He took them from one of her drawers and now he couldn’t handle himself. His eyes were shut tightly as he laid on his bed, her panties wrapped around his cock as he touched himself to the filthiest thoughts he could think of and they were all about her. It was hard not to think about her, and the thought of her wearing that pair of panties in his hand was driving him crazy. He just couldn’t stop picturing her in them, sitting pretty for him to run his hands all over.
“I missed you.” Y/N murmured, smiling a little as she pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. He sighed into her mouth, practically melting against her once he finally got his hands on her after waiting so patiently for the time to pass by. He squeezed her sides softly, running the tips of his fingers along her skin up and down.
“Missed you too.” He said softly, pulling away to start kissing her neck, darting his tongue out to lick over her skin a little, making her shiver. “So much.”
“Yeah? Bet you did.” She laughed softly.
“God.” He gasped out, tightening his hand around himself a little more. He threw his head back a bit, pushing it against his pillow, gasping and moaning to himself. He’d mumble her name and curse ever so often, getting lost in his thoughts. He just wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his, to listen to her moan the sounds he’d make her let out, to watch her moan and whine.
God, he was being too noisy, he realized, and covered his mouth with his free hand. He opened his eyes for a second and glanced down at himself, feeling his face burn and more pictures appear beneath his eyelids. He was just so desperate for her at that point, willing to do anything just to have her.
He was going to make her his, and make him hers.
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voxmortuus · 9 months
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Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?
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The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.
Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.
"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.
"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.
You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."
"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.
You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.
Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.
You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.
You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.
"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.
All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.
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freedomfireflies · 2 months
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Soooo, do you wanna give me a Harry that gives Joe Goldberg vibes 🤪 please and thank you!
ALSJFS you know what, I'm on a Joe kick right now since reading the books...why don't we do a little crossover 😗 (but maybe if we want we can do one where Harry is Joe Goldberg hehe)
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The edges of the cage are dark. Untouched by the cool, dim light of Mooney’s basement. Empty and cold.
But this does little to offend the man trapped inside, who sits back against the glass with his knees propped up. Staring at the floor, just as he has for the last three days. 
He doesn’t mind the quiet. The endless nothing. He thrives in it. He spends each waking moment with the voice inside his head and you find yourself increasingly fascinated.
You’ve been watching him for hours as you sit in the shadows of the bookstore basement. Taking notes, counting seconds. You’re not sure if he can see you but you imagine he can feel your presence. Sense it. After all, he always can.
You don’t attempt to reach him. Speak to him. Call him back into his right mind. You want to but you can’t. Not when he’s like this. So, you merely observe. Learn.
He seems indifferent to the conditions he’s trapped in. He doesn’t flinch when you or Joe attempt to speak to him. He doesn’t bite when he’s baited. He doesn’t charge the edges of the cage or beg for his freedom. He’s a good guest. Obedient. Well behaved.
Everything you know him not to be. 
Hours go by before Joe returns down the steps to join you below. Sandwich in hand, which he gives to you.
You thank him quietly and warily make your way into the light, allowing the familiar stranger a better look at your face.
“Here,” you call softly. You place the sandwich in the box and shut the door. “Eat. And then maybe we can talk.”
Your guest smirks. He’s not tempted by the meal trying to lure him out. He doesn’t move from his spot on the floor. He is calm. Steady.
Joe steps closer.  “Harry,” he says firmly. “We can’t let you out until you talk to us.”
Harry lifts his head. He meets Joe’s eye, and then yours, and he’s more lucid than he has been in days. “And what if I don’t want to be let out?”
A question without a real answer. You study him and you wonder, not for the first time, who you’re really speaking to.
“Then we won’t,” you say. “Not until we're sure you aren’t gonna hurt anyone.”
Harry hums and rests his head back against the wall. 
Joe looks down at you. “Ethan is bringing Blythe by tomorrow. She wants a tour of the basement, and he can’t be here.”
You nod and your heart jumps to your throat. “Harry said it shouldn’t be longer than three days.”
“Does he know that for sure?”
“I…I don’t know,” you admit. “Last time it wasn’t longer than a day and a half. But it’s different every time.”
Joe sighs and you feel your stomach sink.
You hate to see him like this. You hate to see them both like this. Harry insisted it was the only way—back when he was still your Harry—but now you’re not so sure.
You don’t like to leave him here for days at a time. You don’t like that you have to keep him from harming himself or others by locking him in a glass cage until the episode passes. You love him. He shouldn’t be in a goddamn cage. He should be with you.
You straighten your shoulders and dare to dance with the devil. “Are you asking me or telling me?”
Harry lifts a brow.
You nod toward the letters smeared in blood across the glass, just above Harry’s head. Miss me. He painted it hours ago. A cruel taunt. “Are you asking me…” you repeat. “…or telling me?”
Harry looks up as well. His smile returns, wicked and pleased, and he leans forward, resting his arms over his propped knees. “You tell me,” he says and Joe scoffs quietly.
You move closer to the wall and press your palm flat to the edge. Attempting to play on an emotional, weathering string. “You need to let him go,” you whisper, and you notice his expression fall. “This isn’t a game anymore. He can’t help you. Not in here.”
Harry—or rather, the dark presence inside his head—tsks. “Are you sure?”
You feel your pulse stutter while Joe murmurs, “Come on, let’s go. We can come back tomorrow. He’ll be better then.”
But you don’t move from your spot. Instead, you stare at the obvious wound on Harry’s leg. His source of ink for the ominous message. “I’ll need to clean that,” you say.
The darker Harry laughs. It’s a humorless laugh. Cold. Cunning. “What for? I can’t imagine it’ll help much.”
You frown. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for him.”
“And it would be a wasted effort. As is this.”
“I don’t think so.”
“No?”
You shake your head. “You try to win his favor every time,” you remind the creature. “You try to break him, try to bribe him. But when it’s all over, Harry will remain, and you will be nothing but a parasite inside his mind. Snuffed out like a flame.”
He leans back. Regarding you with what you could confuse with respect, but you know he’s not that generous. “And does he know the truth, little fox?” 
You blink. “What truth?”
The dark, alter ego smiles. “Does your darling Harry know that when you look at him…you’re really thinking of me?”
The blood drains from your face and you step back. 
“That when you fuck yourself…you imagine me?” He steadies his gaze and your insides twist. “That when you fuck him…it’s my name on your pretty tongue? Not his?”
You shake your head. “That’s ridiculous—”
“Is it?” He laughs again and it sends sharp chills down your spine. “Why else do you stay, little fox? Why else do you choose to be with a man you know has taken someone’s life with his own hands? Who’s dangerous enough to keep locked in a cage?”
You take another step back. “That wasn’t him. It was you—"
“Us,” he whispers, and the basement falls eerily silent. “We are one, him and I. My thoughts are his, and his are mine. Do you really believe I don’t know what he thinks of you?”
“Stop—”
“He tries. I know he tries but he’ll never know how to treat you the way I do,” the darker voice purrs. “The night on the roof. When he fucked you and you saw two kinds of stars that night. It wasn’t his cock you were riding, little fox—”
“Stop—”
“It was mine.” He smirks. “And you knew it. Didn’t you? Knew who you were really coming for and instead of trying to save your sweet, little boyfriend…you begged me to fuck you again. Isn’t that right—”
Joe grabs your arm and begins to lead you toward the stairs. “Fuck this. Let’s go—”
“Bet you wanna fuck me now, don’t you?” continues the cruel taunt. “Why don’t you, hm? Why don’t you unlock the door and I’ll let him watch. I’ll let them both watch—"
You aren’t afforded the chance to answer as you’re dragged out of the soundproof basement, but his laugh follows you all the way up.
Your ears are ringing and your hands are trembling and the worst part is…you know he’s right. Maybe there is a part of you that’s attracted to the darker parts of the same man you already know. And maybe…you don’t mind. Because is it really cheating if he’s not real? 
The question follows you all the way home and into bed that night. You know better than to tempt fate. To entertain the idea and allow yourself to wonder what it would be like. The whole point of keeping Harry in the cage during an episode is to keep him from harming himself or others. So that one day, there won’t be another voice inside his head. It’ll just be…him.
It would defeat the purpose to make friends with the enemy. And you imagine it would be rather hard to explain to the real Harry if he ever found out how you felt about his darker and far more sadistic alter ego.
Which is why you find it quite odd that you’ve returned to Mooney’s bookstore and crept your way down to the cage, key in hand.
He, however…is not surprised in the slightest.
“Welcome back, little fox,” he calls, hands pressed to the glass.
You swallow.
He grins.
“Miss me?”
Yes this was inspired by Void Stiles...Void Styles *slaps knee* and I need all three of these men biblically thank you goodnight!!!
Also I actually would totally do a part 2 where Harry is cray cray for real HAHAH
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mutual-monsters · 1 year
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the show
Pairing: Joe Goldberg x gn!reader
TW: voyeurism, masturbation (m), not a lot else???
MINORS DNI !!! 🔞
Summary: reader comes home to find Joe jerking off, and decides to treat themselves to a show
Word count: 303
A/N: oops! somebody (not naming names, but def me) forgot to finish kinktober! guess it’s time to do it now! i’m really glad to be writing again! lmk what you guys think :)
tagging: @ouijaboardemo
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You really hadn’t meant to walk in on him like this.
It’s just that, upon opening your shared apartment door, and hearing how fucking gorgeous he sounded, you couldn’t help but be drawn closer and closer to the bedroom until the doorknob was in turning in your hand, the trance of lust compelling you to turn it. 
And who would blame you for stopping to stare, with him laying there, slowly pumping his fist, a sheen of sweat glistening over his skin, and a string of whimpers cascading from his mouth?
His eyes, open slightly as he shifts position, and then all the way as he scrambles to sit up, becoming of your presence. 
“I–I can explain.” He starts. The fear on his face is palpable.
“No need.” You tell him, moving closer. “Keep going.”
“I’m– What?” His face is red, he doesn’t know if you’re kidding. He still feels like he’s done something wrong.
“You heard me. I want to watch. Can you do that for me?”
He nods, eager, and begins moving his hand again.
He’s silent for a while, before looking to you for approval. You tell him not to hold back, to pretend you aren’t there, that you want the authentic experience. He quickens his pace, and arches his back slightly, letting his mouth fall open. It isn’t long before the moans begin to escape from his lips. As he chants your name over and over, precum begins to leak from his tip. You watch as his cum spills over his hand, and you listen as his whines calm down. 
He looks to you, unsure of himself, but hopeful for praise. You smile, telling him you love him, and how beautiful he is, and finally, offering a bath for the both of you (something neither of you could deny).
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cosmicblogs · 7 months
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Guys please give me request on oneshots
Masterlist ig
Steven Grant / all the moon boys
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Aaron hotchner
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Spencer reid
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Miguel o’hara
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Peter Parker (Andrew)
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Hobie brown
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Joe Goldberg
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Ghost/ König
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Frank castle
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Please send me request for them.
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piggyinthesea · 4 months
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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞: 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 :). 𝘐𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
𝘔𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯-𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 “𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐“ 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘐𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆: 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘱*𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵
𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳/𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯), 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘣𝘳𝘰/𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯
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𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴
Series:
Worse than Worse | 001 (𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦)
One-shots:
Why do you look at her?
Head-canons:
Photography - Headcanon
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Charles Leclerc
Series:
Night in Monaco
Night After Monaco
Drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Crushing Season
Carlos Sainz
Series:
To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 001
To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 002
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Daniel Ricciardo
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Oscar Piastri
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Yuki Tsunado
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
George Russell
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Lewis Hamilton
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Crushing Season
Max Verstappen
series:
Lest You Ache My Wrath part 2
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Crushing Season
Lando Noriss
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
Crushing Season
Pierre Gasly
drabbles:
The Shoelace Theory
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Joe Goldberg
Series:
The Way We Are (wic)
Oneshots:
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luvontour · 5 months
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❥ . . late night talking > joe goldberg
the ending lines of your book bring you to reality, and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to everything around you that weren’t letters on a paper.
the clock beside you reads 12:09, you got completely immersed in your book for hours, and while the warmth of your fuzzy blankets , you miss the specific warmth of the man wearing a golden band that matches yours.
you shiver at how cold the tiles have become as you make your way to the living area, where your husband’s back greets you, hunched over a screen, one of his many students’ thesis splayed across it. he’s warm to the touch, and when you wrap your arms around his frame he leans back into your chest, rubbing the skin of your forearms with his thumbs.
“did i wake you?” joe’s chin tilts up as he stares at you, waiting an answer.
“not at all” a peck to his cheek and you’re tip toeing to sit on his lap. “im kind of famished, fancy a break?”
he stares at you for a couple of seconds, his lips slowly curving up into a smile when he giggles “sure hon” it’s such an endearing sight to anyone else, the two of you clinging to each other for anything silly as grabbing your keys and slipping on some shoes before heading out.
cheeseburgers are your choice of fuel, parking in the lot right after driving through. there’s music at a low volume serving as background noise as the two of you share food, talking about anything and everything at the same time.
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searching4lust · 1 month
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Drop ur fav Wattpad Authors or fav Tumbler writers I need some new story’s 😫 HELP UR GURL OUT PLSSS🙏🙏 I’m desperate 😋
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Us if u drop ur favs😫🙏
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i feel like joe isn’t very detailed kink-wise, like he just fucks hard and fast and that’s it. no dirty talk no foreplay not even spanking or choking. so what if he’s just a simple get it done guy until he meets you? like he just gets the urge of doing other things to you, exactly what kink is entirely up to you. thx in advance!
i honestly feel the same way, joe has always been a selfish lover and when he fucks it's not really about the person under him, it's about him and his stupid ego. he was so used to just wanting to finish but it was different, he wanted it to last longer with you, you made him feel so different so he tries to do and learn different things and especially if you're into other stuff.
he'll try them out because he wants to be the best you ever had, he needs to be the best that you've had so you won't want anyone else.
he's much more into foreplay wanting to drag this out as much as he can, he'll take his time teasing you, dragging his hands up your body and kissing every piece of you.
you wanna be choked? he's gentle at first because you don't know that those same hands had been used to kill and he doesn't want you the way he had hurt the others. you wanna be praised? he'll tell you how good you are and how you make him feel. wanna fuck in public places? he'll pull you into the bathroom and fuck you in the stall. you want him to pull your hair and mark you consider it fucking done.
he NEEDS to be the best you ever have. he needs you to need him, he needs you to be almost lost without him.
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emmarobertsslut · 1 year
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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well. So, I was wondering if I could request a Love Quinn x Fem Reader.
I’m thinking a story with Love and her hot gym trainer, Y/N. Over the months that Love has been training with the reader she comes to see that the reader is actually a huge softie, despite being rough around the edges. Love starts to follow reader around town and watches her interact with others, she then starts to find herself obsessed with reader and wanting to have her rely on herself. Honestly, I can imagine Love using her money to hire some thugs to break into the reader’s place and trash it so that the reader thinks someone’s out to get them, only to slowly start to rely on and fall in love with Love.
Maybe a dom/sub relationship with a service bottom!reader. All other kinks and any smut are up to you!
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You can rely on me
Love Quinn x Fem!Reader
Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, usual ‘you’ stuff. Masturbating in the open, smut, mommy kink, overstim, fisting. Receiving (R), hair pulling, squirting.
Request: Yes
Summary: Love starts falling for her sexy gym trainer, Y/n. She can’t help it when she hires people to break into her home. Only wanting Y/n to be codependent on her.
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“So we’re gonna start with doing squats. Try and get to 10 reps today.” You state as you look over at Love to make sure she understood what you were saying.
But Love was too busy looking at your glistening abs, all sweaty from your previously shared 5 mile run.
“Love?” She looks back at you, and nods, going on the floor starting push ups. You smirk, “Love. I said squats. Not pushups.”
She glances up at you and stands up, cheeks reddening a bit in embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“Its okay. Try not to stare at me too much next time.” You wink at her and she playfully rolls her eyes.
A few weeks ago, you started warming up to Love, and she hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. You weren’t always the most open book, but Love respected that about you.
So when your blank stares and talk less workouts turned into happy smiles and small turns of flirting (or she thinks) Love couldn’t help but want to be around you more often.
She’d start with the little things first. Like bringing in some small pastries, offering you some before you guy’s do a workout. Then wanting to have more trainings with you.
Which led to your training right now, where she accidentally embarrassed herself, she just couldn’t help it when you flaunted yourself in a sports bra and the tiniest of shorts on your body.
Although you were with her right now, you’d be off to train some other girl or guy who’d also lust over your gorgeous body.
When the training session ended, you both parted ways, well you thought you did. Love ended up following you, wanting to keep track of your daily routines.
Now you were at some random restaurant with another girl, maybe a friend? Possibly more. Either way it didn’t stop her from glaring at the woman sat across from you.
The woman was all over you during the lunch, obviously not just some friend but a threat to Love. Suppose she’d worry about that later though.
You didn’t seem to interested in her, smiling slightly and telling her you have to leave, another training session that started shortly.
Who knew you’d be a liar? Love followed you close behind, watching you walk into your home. She peered into your window, watching you undress and hop into the shower. You cleaned yourself off and got out 10 minutes later.
Love sat down behind god knows what, checking her surroundings, making sure no one was close by. She let her hand creep it’s way into her pants and start making slow antagonizing circles around her clit, staring at your plump breasts, that anyone could see if they just looked at your window.
She imagined it was your fingers that slowly entered her slit, she sped up the pace hurrying to reach climax before you were to get dressed.
Love decided when you two got together she would make sure to get you curtains for the windows.
She moaned loudly as she came all over her fingers, not caring if somebody was near or heard her.
Her hand was shaky from the pleasure, she dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. “I need you to break into this women's house.”
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You walked into your home after a quick walk to get coffee and gasped when you saw your place was trashed. Broken plates and ripped up furniture in your house.
You started tearing up and looked at the time seeing you have a training session in 5 minutes with Love. You might have to cancel.
You shot her a quick text saying something came up and you guys would have to reschedule soon.
Love frowned when she received the text, she knew you had just stepped into your house, and probably saw all of the broken things.
She only did this so you would want to be closer to her, not have you start being distant. She texted you back: Everything alright? I can come over.
She didn’t think it was too forward, she considered you both to be friends, of course she wanted more, she just had to be patient.
You replied to her text saying someone had broken into your house, and she could come but she shouldn’t feel obliged to help out with the mess.
Love smirked. You took the bait. Luckily for her, she was already outside of your house, deciding it’d be best to wait a few minutes, not wanting it to seem like she was already at your house.
She ringed on the door bell sometime later, and you opened it, mascara running down your face from tears, yet Love thought you still looked fucking beautiful.
“Hey.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. You opened the door more and welcomed her in. She fake gasped, acting like she wasn’t expecting this.
“Oh my god. What happened.” She demanded, pulling you into a long hug, breathing in your vanilla scent.
You pulled back after a few minutes, “A break in. I still have to call the police, but I don’t know what I’m gonna say.”
“It’s alright. Maybe you could come over to my place for the rest of the week.” She suggests
“I don’t want to be a bother.” You begin, starting to decline her offer. She cuts you off rather quickly.
“Not a bother at all! I love spending time with you..” You smile at her. “Thank you, Love”.
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It had been 2 months after your crazy break in and well you and Love have started dating. Love finally got what she wanted. You.
And you are so head over heels in love with her, and she loves it. You guys are always with each other and needless to say, Forty’s been a bit jealous. But, he’s overall happy that his sister finally found someone to love.
You both are always all over each other, so codependent.
Which one thing led to another and now your whimpering under a thirsty Love Quinn.
“Good girl.. keep going, just like that princess.” You slur, high off the feeling of her going down on you. The way her fingers curled in a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you, hit your G spot perfectly.
Love whimpered at the pet names, your praises only keeping her fuel going. Wanting to please you.
“Fuck, making mommy feel so good..” She kisses from your neck all the way down to your clit, giving your sensitive bud small kitten licks.
“Mommy, wanna shove my whole hand in you.” You moan and frantically nod, panting when she adds a fourth finger.
She keeps fingering you with the four fingers, feeling you tighten around her fingers. “Gonna cum for you, doll. All for you.”
She wraps her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting as hard as she can. You cum all over her, soaking the bed with your wetness.
She doesn’t stop, wanting to get her whole fist in you, like she said. You feel the pain from the overstimulation and her actually getting her whole hand inside you.
You grab her hand, bringing her to a hault before she can start moving, “Give me a minute, hurts.”
She groans in dissatisfaction, waiting 30 seconds before slowly moving in and out of you, her stretching you out so much.
Your already close and she can feel it, you start gasping and moaning louder and louder, you grip Love’s hair and scream her name as you cum, squirting on the sheets.
Love smirks, never seeing this happen before. Your eye sight is hazy and your chest heaving up and down.
“Fuck I love you so much.”
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