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rovsemyri · 7 months

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I smoked away my brain..(plug!k.choso) ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

❄️UP ON MY GUMS , (I THINK THEY GOIN NUMB!)

now playing: demons- a$ap rocky

cw: plug!choso / drug dealer!choso, soft dom!choso, fem!reader, dubcon (kinda; sex under the influence), car sex, praising, riding, pussydrunk chosooo!, plot(kinda?), unprotected sex, creampie ₊˚ෆ₊

synopsis: it’s a friday night after work, you finally have the weekend off! stressed, you decide to call your plug, choso. you met him through one of your closest co-workers, yuiji after finding out he had a brother, since then, I guess you can say that you became choso's favorite customer — ★ (intended lowercase)

levy's note⭒⊹ ࣪ ˖: not my best work (i wrote this while i was high) :( but the show must go on. i had the idea to add visual links but i didn't know if people would be cool wit that, so lmk! tyy :) *there may be spelling errors,etc*

╰⟢ it was a late friday night and you didn’t have work tomorrow, so what did u do? called choso, your plug of course. though he was your drug dealer, you knew him a little bit more than his other customers, might even say, you got special treatment. choso was always laid back, he hated people in his business so not many people knew much about him, you wouldn’t have met him if it weren't for yuiji.

when he arrived, you stood outside the car door , just talking for a moment before he asked if you wanted to chill for a bit, suggesting you smoke a few blunts and talk…as you know, he always enjoyed your company.

“so how you been, ma?” he asks, passing you the blunt as he fights a grin asking you the question. taking it from his hand, you take a pull before answering, “ tired, work has been stressing me out lately, but i’m doing okay” you flash him a small smile before taking another pull from the blunt. “you've been staying after hours, right?” he laughed a little, you could tell he was already buzzed. “you stalking me?” you ask, keeping up the light mood. passing the blunt back to him, your body began to feel heavy.

“nahh, yuiji told me. the boy never shuts up about you, he’s worried bout you”, he says nonchalantly, taking another hit from the blunt. “you gotta take it easy for realll” his words slowing down a little. you could feel your head start to spin as the car became filled with more and more smoke, making your brain blank a little. “i’m doing fine though! just make sure you tell him to not worry when you get back” you laugh a little at the fact that yuiji worried about you and told his brother. choso takes a few pulls before outing the blunt. “you ain’t fine, you just said you was stressed” his words slur a little, the bud getting to his head. “ know i had smoke with you real quick, mama” he says with a grin on his face, pulling out another pre-rolled blunt, passing it to you with his lighter.

“being generous tonight, cho?” you smile at him, lighting the next blunt. “ you said you were stressed…you know i gotchu.” he says looking at you with a soft expression, making eye contact you try to avert your eyes. though choso was your friend’s brother you couldn’t help but admit he was so fucking hot. he was the quiet type, never spoke too much about himself or his life, he was a chill type of guy. that's what made you take interest in him, he was a mystery, really.

you continue to spend the night just talking, getting things off your mind. choso was always a good listener and it seemed like he loved to listen to you talk. you could sometimes feel the way his eyes are glued to your lips as you're talking…or when he thinks you're not looking, you could feel the way his low eyes trace your figure as you tell him about what's going on. your mind gets more and more intoxicated as the rotation continues several times, somehow he’s still going, waiting for you to tap out or break the box.

it's getting later as you both continue to talk, rotation going back forth as well, reminiscing about the past you both giggle and laugh. the euphoric feeling takes over your body, you haven’t felt this high in a really long time, you almost feel yourself twitching. choso lets out a soft laugh before passing the blunt back to you, his eyes low and red. “hmmph, cho, you’re not tapping out yet?” you pout giving him a playful hit on his arm before taking the blunt from his slender fingers. “think you could out smoke me, baby?” his tone lowers, a grin plastered on his face, laying back in his seat he watches as you look surprised at the name he called you.

“of course i can!” you reply quickly with a smile on your face. “what you suggestin’ , girl? we try?” he says, his words slow and slurred, looking up at you making eye contact with you.

you tried to avoid his eyes as you took another hit from the blunt, you couldn’t help but think about how hot he looked when he was high, you thought maybe shit was just getting to your head.

“why you keep lookin’ away from me, ma?�� he couldn’t help but laugh a little, clearly intoxicated. he passes you another blunt again with his lighter, willing to give into your little game. you kill off the blunt before looking at him, taking the next blunt from him to light , he couldn't help but smile. you could tell choso was on a different planet at the moment but you both felt the tension. “ you're gonna regret this, baby. you can’t out-smoke me” his tone was lower than before. you laugh, exhaling before passing it back to him.” you said you were being generous tonight, right cho?” you tease him, thinking that he’ll tap out sooner or later. the rotation continued.

and somehow, you find yourself in the backseat of choso’s car, the two front seats pushed back, making enough space for you to be perfectly sat on top of him. one hand on your hips, gripping them firmly. His shirt and your clothes are discarded and thrown onto the dashboard of the car and on the car floor. your chest pressed against his as he has one hand harshly holding down your hips on top of him, and the other around your neck. smashing his lips onto yours as the hand on your neck slightly tightened as it guided you to keep up with how he was moving.

his kisses become sloppier by the minute as you grant his tongue access to yours, before he pulls away, loosening the grip on your neck and allowing you to catch your breath. “this is what ya’ get, baby” he groans, his gaze focused on the way your body looked as you were on top of him, trying to catch your breath. you couldn’t help but take a minute to breathe, his hands traveling to your lower body. his two large hands on your hips, gripping them firmly, slightly pushing your clothed cunt against his tightening bulge, his jeans unbuckled & pushed down far enough to reveal the wet spot forming in his boxers..“cmonn, please help me, baby” choso whined, guiding your hips to grind against his bulge through your soaked panties. . “choso, you’re just really high right now, relax” you pat his head before looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders.

he groans, throwing his head back before pulling you closer to his chest. “fuck, i’m so impatient, girl” he whines, burying his face into your neck. one of the hands-on your hips now placed on ur neck, you almost gasp at the feeling of the slightly tight grip on your neck “cho.. take it easy on me” you choke out trying to keep yourself composed as you could feel how hard the poor boy was under you.

planting wet kisses and leaving deep shades of red and purple on your neck, you bite your tongue to hold back the small yelps that almost escape your lips each time you feel his teeth gently sink into the sensitive spots of your neck

poor thing, he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to stuff your tight cunt. his head spinning and low eyes making it worse, he needed it.

“please let me fuck you, baby” he whines into your neck, he couldn’t take it anymore. he barely waits for you to nod before choso let’s out a soft growl, growing needier by the moment, one of his hands moving away from your hips. slowly moving down to your panties.

he brushes his thumb over your clit, “just the tip baby, I promise” he whines, looking up at you with his low red eyes, moving your panties to the side , “promise??” you move one of your hands down to his erection, freeing them from his boxers. “promise, doll face” he says, lining himself up with you, his hands digging into your soft hips.

you choke back a moan as the tip of his cock enters your soaking cunt. a loud whimper escapes his lips as he throws his head back. he couldn’t take it , your tight cunt was squeezing his leaking tip. he wanted to see how you’d take him sooo bad.

“fuck- i’m s-sorry ma but-“ he manages to say through his sped up breathing before roughly pushing your hips down, your cunt stretching around him as he throws his head back in pleasure. “chosoo, you p-promised” you moan loudly. “sorry baby, take it for me… please?” he almost finds himself begging.

his rough hands hold your body up, rutting his hips into you at a slow but steady pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling, kissing your cervix each time he comes back down. bouncing yourself back on him, one of his hands cup your face forcing you to look at him with your teary eyes.

he couldn’t help himself from taking in every part of you. he loved watching the way you tried to hide the way your facial expression changed each time his tip hit the right spot. admiring the pretty sounds you made for him and only him to hear. he loved knowing that he was the one relieving your stress.

““fuckkk .. you move your hips so well. keep riding me s-so fucking good.” he moans loudly before pulling you closer to him. you could swear his voice was louder than yours but he just couldn’t help it.

you feel the tears well up in your eyes as his pace begins to quicken, pounding into you, the vibrations riding along your sensitive clit making you moan louder with pleasure. “-- ngh! feels good .. s-so good,” you babble, your body getting tired, you lean on his chest for more support.

your nails digging into his back, the pain almost giving him more energy, he pounds into you harder making the sounds you were making impossible to suppress. you feel the knots in your stomach tighten.

“c-cumming—m’ gonna c-cum mmph!!” you whine,

“ cmon baby,, cum on my dick m’ almost there” he groans in your ear as you grip his shoulders tighter. you feel a euphoric wave overtake your body as he continues to chase his high, fucking you through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking as he overstimulates your weak spot.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!--- p-please take it, princess. m’ right there” he’s at the point of tears. your vision is blurry as you watch as he desperately fucks into you. you weakly push yourself back against him, attempting to help him.

“i’m cumming, p-please don’t stop” he whines loudly as he continued to fuck into you before feeling his dick twitch inside of you, his breathing became heavier. he buries his face into your neck, whimpering as he paints your tight gummy walls white, riding out his high.

he lifts his head, face stained with tears, he looks at you with low eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“ think ya got one more fa’ me, princess?”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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the girl next door 16

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You sit in another hard plastic chair, this time in an office. You can still hear the chaos of the hospital wing out the walls, a constant reminder of why you’re there. You sit with your elbow on the armrest, your chin in your hand as you bite your fingertips.

The nurse, or nurse practitioner, you don’t know the difference, sits across from you, making notes about your last response. Her questions are pointless. She’s asking about your day, well, it’s obvious that’s not going well. And your hobbies. What do those matter? You don’t do anything so you don’t have an answer for that.

She smiles across at you as she clears her throat. The sort of smile dripping in pity. You get it a lot from the old ladies at the grocery store when they see you helping your mother.

“Have you ever had a period where you felt down? Not just for a week or two but, in fact, for many weeks and, perhaps, months?” She asks.

You don’t answer right away. You push your shoulder up and sit back, dropping your hand to your lap. You frown and look at the ceiling.

“Hm, I guess. Sometimes... yeah.”

All the time.

“Along with that, did you find you had no energy, had no interest in things, and overall had great difficulty functioning?”

Functioning? In what way? Going outside? Smiling? Feeling anything but heavy dread? Not crying until your eyes are raw? Having friends?

“Sure, but uh, I take care of my mom. I don’t have time... sometimes...I get tired.”

"Right,” she scribbles noisily with her pen, “Has this ever happened to you before?”

“Has what happened?” You make yourself look at her.

“These bouts of sadness?”

“My mom is sick. It makes me sad.”

“What about today? You said that you... lost track of time.”

“I’m... my mom... I didn’t sleep well... I don’t know.”

She hums and nods. She pauses as she reads over her folder and puts the pen down. She crosses her arms over the desk.

“It’s normal for caretakers to suffer from depression. You’re taking on a lot so there’s no need to be ashamed. You did so well being so honest today. Really. It makes it easier for us to help you,” she smiles again. What about any of this is happy? “I’m going to write you a prescription. Just a few doses for now, okay? To help you through. And we’ll schedule a follow-up with a psychiatrist.”

“A psychiatrist?” You utter, your eyes hot with tear. “I’m not crazy.”

“That’s not... crazy, we don’t speak like that. And you’re not. You’re hurting and you need relief. That’s all,” she explains, “so, the pills I’m going to send you off with. I want you to be very careful, okay? No alcohol. They’re going to make you drowsy so no driving either.”

“But... my mom doesn’t drive. She can’t.”

“It’s just for a few days. You might want to consider looking into some of the local services. You can find a home nurse to come help out if you qualify,” she gets up and goes to a cabinet against the wall, “I have some pamphlets. You can take them with you and I’ll have someone find you with some samples of the pills. That way, you don’t need to pay, alright?”

Your lips trembles and you bite it to keep it still. You nod and stand as you flick the wetness from your eyes, “can I go?”

“Sure, I’m sure your mom will be ready to see you soon,” she approaches you with a handful of glossy leaflets. “I’ll walk you out.”

You take the pamphlets and she follows you to the door. You step into the hall as she stays close, “Mr. Rogers,” she calls over your shoulder as Steve sits in the hall waiting, “she’s all good. Got her sorted.”

“Great, uh, well, good news,” he stands, rubbing his lowers back, “your mom’s awake.” He announces, “can finally get off this stiff chair.”

“See, that’s wonderful,” the nurse nudges your arm, “I’ll have the medications brought to her room. Have a good day, hon.”

You clutch the pamphlets and stare at Steve’s chest. He points you down the hall and walks beside you.

“Everything go okay? What was that she said about medication?”

“Pills.”

“Pills? For what?” He prompts as he leads you along the hallway.

“Depression.”

“Oh.”

You look down, “guess I might be. I don’t know.”

“You work really hard, sweetie. You’re not invincible,” he comforts and rubs your back. You wince at his unexpected touch, “all this stress...” he trails off and reaches for the pamphlets in your hands. You let him take one, “what’s this?”

He reads as he walks, unbothered by the nurses rushing by and the cleaners in their grey scrubs.

“Home nurse? Hm, that might be a good option,” he clucks, “or maybe... I wouldn’t mind helping out, you know? I know it’s early days but I think we’ve gotten really close.” He folds up the paper and hands it back, “me and your mom... us too, I think.”

You shrug and drag your soles on the floor. He reads the door number as you reach your mom’s room and he waves you in ahead of him. You keep your head down as you go past the curtain as he directs you from behind. You stand at the foot of the bed, too afraid to look up.

“I’m starving,” your mother snarls. She sounds like herself, just tired.

You peek up and your eyes round. She scowls at you as she lays tangled in tubes. You quiver in relief. She’s alive and she seems mostly okay.

“What’re you staring at?” She sneers, “I know I look like death. I feel like it too.”

“Holly,” Steve steps forward, “thank god.” He comes to her side, “we were so worried.”

“Heh,” she snorts.

“Really, when I found you...” he tries to block you out as he lowers his voice, “you never told me you weren’t supposed to drink.”

“Never bothered me much before,” she dismisses, “figured it was just a precaution.”

“Excuse me,” a voice comes from the doorway and you look over at a young man in blue scrubs. He says your name, “I have some samples for you.”

You turn and wave meekly, confirming your identity. He enters and hands you several boxes secured together with a thick elastic.

“Directives on the side,” he points to the folded paper also looped under the rubber band.

“Thanks,” you say and he leaves you just as quickly.

Your turn back to your mom as her eyes center on you. She looks horrible. Sickly. Worse than you’ve ever seen her.

“What’s all that then?” She scoffs.

You try to hide the boxes under your arm and shake your head.

“Typical. She’s gotta get her share of attention.”

“Holly,” Steve girds, disappointment harshening his tone, “she was sick with worry over you. The nurse gave her those to calm down.” He grips the bedrail until his knuckles pale, “she has depression, you know? All the stress--”

“Stress?” Your mom rolls her eyes, “I didn’t realise she was the sick one. She’s not depressed, she’s lazy.”

Silence. Stifling, suffocating silence. You lower your chin, “it’s... I probably won’t take any of it. I was just... in shock. I’m sure I’m fine.”

“But the nurse said--” Steve begins, “you’re going to at least try it. You never know, it could help. And if it doesn’t, it doesn’t.”

“Oh, don’t baby her. She’s grown,” your mom’s too out of it to filter her spite. You see the disgust in Steve’s expression as he looks at her.

“Holly, please, she’s your daughter.”

“I know who she is,” she snarls, “why are you taking her side anyway? She doesn’t need pills. It’s just another excuse.”

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, “I’m gonna chalk this up to whatever they’re pumping you full of. Holly, you’re not thinking straight. I know you would say all that to her.”

“Stop defending her. She’s not as innocent as she pretends.”

He shakes his head and glances over at you, “look, you just woke up, you’re out of it. I get it. Let’s just all calm down.”

“She’s a sniveling little brat,” she barks as she leans back. “This is all her fault. She knew I wasn’t supposed to drink. She didn’t stop me.”

Steve blanches and his eyes cling to you. You see the chagrin lined in his forehead. You look away in shame. You never wanted a witness to your mother’s wrath. That’s worse than facing her alone. It’s humiliating.

#series #au #marvel #mcu #drabble #captain america #the girl next door #steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader

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jeansplaytoy · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part two

conniexreader, playing with feelings (not readers), ex talks, cursing, alcohol, weed, aave usage, sexual references.

sorry that i took so long with this part y’alllll, and i know it’s honestly really short, it’s really a side chapter that i’m posting before all the good stuff happens.

⇦ part one here | part three here ⇨

you stared at connie from across the room. he was sitting in the kitchen again, and you were in the living room with mikasa and sasha now.

“they def’ fucked.” sasha whispered to mikasa as they both sat on different sides of you. mikasa nodded while staring back and forth from you and connie.

from the kitchen, ony did the same thing.

“bruh what is y’all doin, bro? y’all been staring at each other for bout five minutes.” ony glanced at connie from his phone. connie smacked his lips and looked down at his drink. “nothing.” he muttered while shaking his head.

“yall i hate that nigga.” you frowned, realizing that connie’s gaze had been off of you for a few seconds. “girl you say that about every dude that beat them doonies down real bad.” mikasa mumbled, leaning up to get her cup. “okay but i really hate that one. nigga took full control over me like i was his bitch or sum.”

“so you fucked him?” sasha muttered. you hummed. “he fucked me.”

“disgusting.” mikasa scoffed with a small smile before swallowing the rest of her drink.

you stared at the ground, shaking your head before looking at connie again, who looked at you after a seconds. he chuckled a little before standing up, putting his phone in his pocket while walking through the crowd, towards the front door.

“hold up.” you said before standing up and following him through the crowd. some seconds passed before you finally made it outside, instantly seeing him stand beside the door.

“you obsessed, huh?” he shook his head, putting a blunt to his lips and lighting it. you stood in front of him, not saying anything before rolling your eyes. “not wit’ you. who you think you is?” you tilted your head. connie laughed. “girl i’m connie fuckin’ springer. hoes love me.”

“well i ain’t no hoe, so ion love you.” you rolled your eyes. connie hummed. “oh, but you loved me an hour ago.” he said, tilting his head at you while exhaling smoke in your face, making you move your head to the side a little.

“i don’t like nothing about you. you prolly got hoes anyway.” you muttered. connie slowly smiled. “hell yeah. and i know you got some too, so we both equal, huh.”

“i guess so.” you exhaled, glancing over to the side. you saw a group of girls glaring at you and whispering things to each other. “i got yo hoes mad. forgive me if they don’t want you no more.” you said, smiling to yourself as they walked off.

“we aint together, i can have em back whenever. i saw some muh’fuckas lookin at me too. ian gon trip tho.” connie whispered the last part, passing you his blunt.

you grabbed it, putting it to your lips and inhaling deeply before exhaling through your nose.

“i see you stuck to me now.” he raised his eyebrows, putting his hands on his sweatpants pockets. you tilted your head, shaking it and staring at the ground, flicking the ash beside you. “not really. i just wanna see what you bout. is that a bad thing?” you raised your eyebrows, looking back up at connie, who just shrugged.

“nah, not completely.” connie mumbled. “i just wanna make sure you ain’t one of them hoes that go around fucking everybody.”

“so i’m a hoe to you, now?” you squint at him. “nahhh, no, ion mean it like that.” connie lazily laughed. “i mean, an actual hoe. im just tryna make sure you ain’t for everybody.” he admitted, making you purse your lips together. “and you ain’t? you talking to me like you tryna fuck wit me.”

“i fuck on girls when i feel like i’m gon like it, not when a girl feel like she like me. i really just be staying to myself most of the time.” he muttered.

before you could say something back, someone tapped your shoulder once. “excuse me.” a girl raised her eyebrow at you before wrapping her arms around connie’s neck. “heyyy, baby. what you doin here?” she tilted her head, completely ignoring your presence.

“excuse you.” you muttered, watching her. she glanced back at you for a second. “who she posed to be?” she pointed back at you with her thumb while looking up at connie with a slick look on her face.

“we was just talkin.” connie mumbled, patting her waist a little. when she got off of him, she looked back at you, once more. “i’ll see you at home tonight.” she smiled, softly squeezing his hand before walking off.

you watched her, looking her up and down. “so that’s the hoe you cheated on for me? and multiple other bitches?” you pointed at her, giving connie back his blunt as he sighed.

“we together, but we on and off. she just be doing that shit when she see me wit somebody else, don’t worry bout her.”

“i promise you i ain’t worried.” you scoffed before shaking your head, reaching towards the front door to open it. “wait, where you goin?” connie frowned. “home. this party lame as hell. and all i got tonight was some ran through, good dick.” you muttered to connie as he slowly smiled.

“you liked it.” he whispered to you. you bit your lip softly before shaking your head.

“for now.”

#aot x reader #connie springer #connie x reader #aot connie #connie x black reader #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer x y/n #connie x you #connie aot #connie x black y/n

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saltysultry · 2 months

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Untouched: Part Four

Pastor Lemuel Childs x OC

Synopsis: Pastor Childs has been lost this past year after what his family and the parish went through. But when a young woman comes into town, aimless and without guidance, the Pastor takes it upon himself to be her shepherd, and lead her out of the darkness... And into his arms.

Warnings: older man x young woman, religious exploitation (kinda), religious trauma, smut, masturbation, orgasm denial, religious hypocrisy, angst, OC is a virgin, Pastor Childs is not a great person but he sure is hot as hell, I apologize for any spelling errors

@justme12200 @its-in-the-woods @hiddlebatchedloki @michele131

Word count: 6k

Lemuel drove her home, looking over at Virginia every so often. She seemed content, elated even despite looking exhausted. She was humming along to the radio that was playing Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, her head filled with nothing but the memory of what just transpired inside the cold church.

Once at her house, Virginia was helped out of the truck and swept into Lemuel’s arms again, carried to her front door where she reached out and unlocked it. Lemuel pushed through until he brought her inside.

“Couch, please.” Virginia said, nodding over to the brown, velvet couch in her living room.

Lemuel did as instructed and set her gently on it. Virginia reached over to the side table and switched on the lamp, finally lighting up the dark room. Lemuel sat down next to her, letting out a long exhale. He had underestimated what carrying a full grown woman could do to his back.

“What time is it?” She asked him.

Lemuel took a look at his wristwatch, squinting down at it in the dim lamplight. “About ten o’clock.”

“Do you think the others will think…”

“I’m their pastor, Virginia. Our absence from the celebration wouldn’t be a scandal. You are my woman now.”

Lemuel smiled at her before leaning in and giving her a kiss. Virginia was surprised, humming as Lemuel’s warm lips pressed against hers.

“Sister Slaughter was very clear about it with me.” He said when they parted.

“Oh, so she talked with you too?” Virginia pouted.

“Hope’s never really been shy ‘bout her opinions.” Lemuel said. “She’s got a keen eye for when people like each other.”

“She was asking when we were gonna marry.” Virginia giggled.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Lemuel gave her a look.

Virginia scoffed and cupped his cheek. “No offense, Lemuel, but as much as I like you, I think callin you husband would be a little too fast for me.”

“What would ya like to call me?”

Virginia thought about it. To call Lemuel her “boyfriend” would be so… Immature and unfitting. He wasn’t some boy to go on cutesy dates with, though she was sure that Lemuel was planning on dinners, walks by the river, and more so called “punishments.” He was more than her pastor, his role breaching outside the confines of performing sermons and orchestrating baptisms. Their alone time in the church just proved that. And he was clear about his affection towards her.

So, in the plainest of languages… What were they?

“I guess, I’ll just refer to you as ‘sir’ or ‘Pastor.’” Virginia answered.

“It ain’t a sin to call a pastor by his first name.” Lemuel said. “Especially by the woman he is courting.”

“I’m aware, Lemuel.” Virginia chuckled.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

He sought to ensure she was properly cared for before eventually leaving to return to Hope Slaughter’s house to retrieve Dilly. He didn’t mean to abandon his ward, but his woman was in need of some aftercare. He helped her into her nightshift, tucked her into bed, setting a glass of cool water on her bedside table.

He kissed her one last time, instructing her to say her prayers once she was alone. It felt wrong to leave her after what happened that night, but Lemuel couldn’t stay.

As he turned the ignition in his truck, Lemuel thought over what their days together would be like. He wasn’t one to let himself dream, but Virginia was very much real and very much willing.

So, what was the harm in picturing her in a white dress, saying the traditional vows, then saying the awaited “I do.” Lemuel had carried her over the threshold into her uncle’s old home, how would it feel to carry her over the threshold into his home?

She would look beautiful in the morning, waking up next to him with her strawberry blonde hair tousled from sleep as her chest rose and fell with each breath. She would be a sight in his kitchen during the morning, pouring him his coffee while he read one of his many collected books, the house smelling of bacon and dark roast.

Or Virginia sharing the clawfoot bathtub with him, her body slacked against his as his hands cleaned her-NO! Lemuel chose to ignore those impulses. Despite what happened in the church, the point was not to continue to torture himself with lustful thoughts. He and Virginia had proven themselves capable of resisting temptation.

Right?

“Fuck…” Lemuel squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

He was in need of a cold shower when he returned home later that night. He wrapped his calloused hand around his hard cock and pictured it was Virginia’s mouth. In his mind, she was on her knees before him, dressed in nothing but that silver chain with Christ on the cross. As he pumped himself, biting his lip to stifle the moans, he envisioned Virginia’s soft lips around him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him in effortlessly, very unlike the virgin she was.

“Virginia…” He rasped and swallowed, his head propped up on his arm against the shower wall as the cold water drenched him. “Virginia…”

She had felt it when she was strewn over Lemuel’s lap. His hardness was poking into her while she was receiving her punishment. Virginia decided not to comment on it out of respect for her pastor, but the feeling lingered in her mind when she lay awake in bed.

She was conflicted still, even now with the confirmation of their relationship. Lemuel was a proper Pentecostal man with strict views about sex. He had chosen to refrain from giving himself release when they were together in the church.

Then again, every Christian knows that even the most outwardly chaste believers were perverts in private. Virginia’s own mother, a very prudish woman in theory, was very naughty in practice.

When she was alone in her room, her prayers said and Lemuel gone away, Virginia’s hands found their way between her thighs, desperate to touch the ache that had been burning since she was pulled over his lap. Virginia closed her eyes and breathed steadily through her mouth as she slipped two fingers down her slit, covering them in her wetness.

As she touched herself, circling her fingers around her swollen clit, Virginia pictured Lemuel’s tongue. Using her other hand, she inserted three fingers and imagined it was Lemuel’s cock, filling her up.

She imagined they were consummating their marriage, Virginia’s virginity now belonging to her pastor. His age and wisdom enveloping her in security and adoration as he pounded into her, stretching her so she perfectly fit his size.

“Pastor…” She moaned.

Virginia’s nipples peaked and her toes curled as she felt herself nearing her climax. She shifted around on her back, her ass rubbing against the mattress, reminding her of the bruises he gave her. She missed his hand, strong and calloused with age, marking her and casting out the evil he claimed was inside her.

“Cast it out!”

Virginia’s eyes rolled to the back of her head when she brought herself to climax. It was long, warm, and it took the noise out of her throat as her muscles stiffened. She hadn’t come that hard before.

She breathed heavily as she came down from the euphoria, blinking herself back into reality. As she calmed down, her head no longer spinning, Virginia then felt incredibly sick. She pulled her hands away from her pussy and sat up in bed.

Filthy sinner.

Within seconds, Virginia was in her bathroom, quickly turning the faucet in the bathtub until it ran hot water. She shed her nightshift and panties and lowered herself into the tub as it began to fill up. She couldn’t stand the sight of herself, all sticky with her own arousal. She scrubbed herself repeatedly, harshly exfoliating her skin until it was red and burning.

I deserve this. She thought to herself as she winced from the burning pain.

Virginia felt incredibly defeated as she sat in the hot water, in pain and in tears. She missed Lemuel but was grateful he wasn’t there to see her, already acting on her lustful impulses right after she atoned. She feared she’ll never be cured of this evil that festered within her no matter how hard Lemuel tried to cast it out of her.

…

“This is delicious, Dilly.” Virginia said.

She had been invited to another dinner at Lemuel’s the next day. Dilly had made a roast with greens for them, along with some blueberry cobbler for dessert. If Lemuel hadn’t already set on making Virginia his woman, she would’ve found a way to befriend Dilly so she could enjoy her cooking. That's what she said to the young girl.

“Thank you, Miss Godwin.” Dilly smiled bashfully. “I can teach you some of my recipes if you want.”

“Would you?” Virginia’s eyes widened. “That’d be wonderful, thank you.”

Lemuel looked at the two young women before him. He was pleased they had gotten along so well. While Virginia was closer in age to Dilly than to himself, he noticed a paternal way in which she doted on the girl. She asked after her days in school, if there were any other kids she liked, what she was mostly excited about after graduation.

“Well, I’s only gonna get my diploma then come work here in town.” Dilly said. “Sister Slaughter needs someone to help her at the station and when she’s too old, she’ll be giving it to me.”

Virginia frowned. “You’re not going to college?”

“There’s a boy by the name of Luke who’s got his eye set on Dilly.” Lemuel explained, setting his fork down next to his plate. “And Dilly’s takin to him as well.”

Dilly blushed and looked down at her food. Virginia looked between the two and stifled an amused laugh.

“You’ve got a boy?”

“He’s really nice.” Dilly shrugged, trying to repress the smile that spread across her face. “And Pastor likes him too.”

“He’s hard working and kind. And a Holy Ghost man, more importantly.” Lemuel said. “You might’ve met him at service, Miss Godwin.”

Virginia thought back to all the parishioners she met since attending church. She recalled some young faces, though she couldn’t place this Luke character.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve found someone, Dilly. You should have him over here for dinner sometime.” Virginia immediately regretted her words, feeling like she overstepped in Lemuel’s house.

Lemuel just smiled. “That ain’t a bad idea. We should get to know him better, see what kind of man he’ll be.”

“Yes, Pastor.” Dilly said before returning to her food.

The two women cleared the dinner table and Dilly concerned herself with the dishes while Lemuel brought Virginia to the living room. They sat down next to each other on the couch, at an appropriate distance.

“How’re you feeling?” Lemuel asked.

Virginia glanced over her shoulder towards the kitchen. She hoped the running water and clinking of dishes was enough to cover their voices.

“Fine, thank you Pastor.” She answered quietly.

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout Dilly. She knows we left together during the party.”

“She know ‘bout what you did to me at the church?” Virginia raised her brow.

Lemuel chuckled. “She knows I had to instruct some discipline on a fellow parishioner. The details aren’t important. And, I think it goes without saying that it’d be best if you didn’t go tellin others about what happened.”

Virginia couldn’t help but blush. The idea that anyone would find out about what Lemuel did to her made her stomach cramp with anxiety.

“I didn’t plan on it. I mean, it wasn’t like it was wrong or anything, right?”

“It’s alright, Virginia. What we do is between us and the Lord.” He assured her. Lemuel reached a hand out and lazily played with the end of Virginia’s braid. “Now, I wanted to ask you what you thought about it.”

“What do you mean?” She looked down at his hand, admiring the veins and wrinkles on his knuckles.

“It’s a simple question. What did you think ‘bout your punishment?” He repeated, his expression flat.

Virginia blinked, her brow in a knot. She cleared her throat. “Uh, I…”

She knew it wouldn’t be right to admit she enjoyed it. The point was to discourage her lustful thoughts and encourage chastity and modesty. To want to do it again meant to express no regret about sinning.

Virginia needed to choose her words carefully.

“I only ask for your honesty.” Lemuel added.

She pressed her lips into a thin line as she tried to piece her words together.

“I think… That it was necessary. It was painful, but also…” she winced at her own words. For someone who had been fantasizing dirty things about her pastor, Virginia sure was bashful.

“Confession is good for the soul, Virginia. Allow yourself to be open to the Lord’s guidance by admitting your true feelings.” He said, his hand traveling further up her braid until he reached her ear, tucking some hair behind it. “It’s okay. You can tell me.”

Virginia smiled weakly. “Thing is, Lemuel, I didn’t want you to stop.”

I didn’t want to stop either, Virginia.

He looked into her eyes, waiting for her to continue. Virginia felt incredibly naked sitting there next to him, feeling his eyes on her body. As if his silver tongue wasn’t skillful enough, his hazel irises were weapons of their own.

“And, if I remember correctly… You seemed to enjoy it as well. At least, from what I felt.” She felt hot at the mere memory of the erection in his pants. “I was wondering, after you left… That maybe it was wrong of me to want you to punish me again.”

“Is it wrong to find pleasure in redemption?” Lemuel said.

This confused Virginia. From the way she saw it, Lemuel had taken her across his knee to beat the devil out of her and cast out wickedness. Now, such wickedness was considered a good thing?

“Virginia, you know that some nuns sew thorns into their habits?” He asked. Virginia shook her head. “They did it to feel closer to Christ. To take pleasure in physical atonement is to take part in a long tradition. In the beginning, it hurts, makes you shudder and invert. But the more you get used to the pain, one can sometimes feel… Elation or satisfaction.”

She remembered the feeling. Her body had transcended and suddenly, she was outside herself, floating in euphoria.

“The lord rewards his believers when they seek redemption.”

Lemuel’s words were beautiful as they were assuring to Virginia. Lemuel, ever the eloquent pastor. He smiled at her then took her hands in his.

“Understand me, my girl, my aim ain’t to make you feel guilty ‘bout your sins. We all carry our own crosses, think impure thoughts, or harm others, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.” Lemuel’s voice fell, his hazel eyes averting Virginia. “I have my own demons to cast out too.”

“That’s very nice of you to say, sir. But… If I want for it to happen again, wouldn’t that mean I would want to indulge myself again? To want to sin?” She asked.

Lemuel sat with that inquiry for a moment, his brow wrinkled and lips almost pursed in thought.

“Do you seek to disobey the Lord?” He asked her earnestly.

Virginia shook her head. “I never mean to.”

He could see the desperation in her sad eyes. Virginia very much wanted to be good. Lemuel wished he could wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight, keep her away from all temptation and evil.

“You said that whenever your mother beat you, it made you feel like nothing you did was right.” Lemuel recalled. Virginia didn’t understand the sudden change in topic. “When I took you across my knee, I didn’t do so with the intent of continuously making you feel inadequate. You’re a good woman, Virginia. A Holy Ghost woman now, too. And if I may be frank, darling, I’m getting a little tired of this discussion.”

“What do you mean?” She blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Goodness, no, Virginia.”

For a while, Lemuel had felt pity for Virginia. She wasn’t raised in love, she had been uncertain in her faith, and she always seemed to believe she was doing something untoward or incorrect. Virginia had her strong moments, it was the facade she put on when meeting Lemuel on the side of the road. A wall of protection she had built up over the years after being abandoned and let down over and over again.

Lemuel saw now that his task was to break it down. Make her his faithful woman and keep her pure.

“Do you trust me, Virginia?”

There was no hesitation. “Yessir.”

“Then trust I know what’s best. ” He concluded. Lemuel looked intently in Virginia’s eyes, his brow wrinkled.

Virginia smiled softly. She very much wanted to surrender herself to him. After years of depending on no one else but herself, she imagined it must have felt so freeing to just… Let someone else lead her. Underneath her closed-off exterior was a lonely woman always worrying about herself, about what God expected of her, and what others thought of her.

Lemuel expected some inner turmoil within Virginia. There would always be that voice in the back of her mind, telling her to rebel and disobey. She was human and to worship the Lord meant to limit oneself. She had been off the path for years now and even with her now converted, she still had a long road ahead to navigate.

She had her share of serpents rattling in her heart. But Lemuel was a snake tamer, and a young woman like Virginia was no challenge compared to a venomous snake.

“Now, tonight, when you say your prayers, I want you to remember how you felt when you allowed yourself to let go.”

Let the Lord fill you with his light.

Virginia longed for that closeness. She wanted Lemuel to pull her onto him, to bring her to that same euphoria that made her weak and willing. If Dilly hadn’t been nearby, she would’ve tried to initiate another punishment.

“I will, Pastor.” She said. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say-”

“I’m heading to bed, sir!” Dilly called from the kitchen. “Dishes are all done!”

“G’night, Dilly! Thanks again for an amazing dinner!” He responded casually before the sound of Dilly ascending the stairs echoed down the hall. “You were saying?”

“What I wanted to say was that I’ll miss you tonight.” Virginia said, averting her eyes bashfully. “Every night I… No, I shouldn’t say it.”

“Speak freely, Virginia.” He ordered gently. “You can tell your pastor anything.”

She swallowed, lowering her head. “It’s a bad, bad thing to do. I know that. But I can’t help it.”

“Do what?” Lemuel pressed. “C’mon, you’re a big girl. Speak in plain language.”

She fidgeted in her seat, wishing she hadn’t even brought it up in the first place.

“After you helped me to bed… I-I touched myself.” Virginia spoke slowly. “I wanted more but you were gone and then I just… I know it’s wrong.”

His expression remained neutral, which instilled further anxiety in her.

“And I prayed for forgiveness afterwards. I won’t do it again, I promise-”

“I’ll drive you home.” Lemuel interrupted, suddenly standing from the couch. He extended his hand to her, helping her up. “C’mon, it’s already late.”

“But, don’t you-”

“Don’t argue. Just come on.”

Virginia closed her mouth and inhaled through her nose sharply. Already, she was struggling with taking orders from her pastor. But, he knew what was best and she would have to get used to it. So, she smiled and nodded.

“Yessir.”

“There’s a good girl.” He kissed her cheek and escorted her to his truck.

…

To say she was frustrated would’ve been an understatement. Virginia very much wanted to be good. She had done well so far in life, keeping herself pure and never throwing herself at any man. But the more time she spent with Lemuel and couldn’t so much as get to kiss him the way she wanted to kiss him made her all the more wanton. She would focus on the lines on his face and neck, the gray in his hair, the veins on his hands, or the warmth of his hazel irises whenever he looked at her and she’d be totally his.

Lemuel, on the other hand, was too busy trying to heed the morals he’d be preaching about. About chastity and restraint. Virginia wasn’t the only one with desires. He too wanted to give into his urges and ruin her. He’d relish in watching her be broken. He pictured her face many times at night, imagining her discomfort giving way to pleasure as he fucked her.

When he brought her home, just the two of them alone together, Lemuel had to keep reminding himself that the point of being her guide was to retain a certain image. He cannot let himself falter and just give into whatever they both wanted. He was supposed to be her strength. And so, he felt it necessary to remind her.

“Is this goodnight, Pastor?” Virginia asked him when she fished for her house key in her coat pockets.

“No, it ain’t.” He said quietly. “I didn’t want to disturb Dilly.”

Virginia paused, stopping herself from unlocking the door. “Why?”

“Let’s get inside first.”

She felt the familiar ache of anticipation from when Lemuel took her to the church. Was this going to be another demonstration? Was he planning on punishing her?

Virginia’s face grew warm as she pushed inside with Lemuel following close after. Once she tossed the keys onto the dish on the nearby hall table, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back against him, her back flush against his chest.

“What’re you-”

“I’d be quiet if I were you, sweetheart.” He whispered, his voice low and bordering on threatening. Virginia bit her lip and shuddered against him. Lemuel’s lips were hovering just above the shell of her ear, his breath almost tickling the side of her neck. “First let me tell you something. Thank you. Thank you for being honest with me.”

He kissed her hair before brushing it away to kiss at her neck. Virginia whined from the touch, wanting to break free of Lemuel’s hold and pounce him.

“None of that, now.” He said with a thick drawl. “Since you seem to be having trouble keeping your hands where they’re supposed to be, I’ll have to teach you the importance of restraint.”

Another lesson. Virginia smiled excitedly but quickly repressed her obvious eagerness when Lemuel turned her to face him. He could see that daring look in her eyes, practically begging him to give her all he got.

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear with you, my girl. Feeling the lord’s light when redeeming yourself of your sins is one thing. But to then immediately seek out the same pleasure you was atoning for afterwards? I’d say that is very sinful.”

Virginia wanted to protest, to explain herself. Lemuel could see it on her face as she tried to hold her tongue.

“What?” He asked, squinting his eyes.

“I knew it was wrong, Pastor. I just thought… I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

“You weren’t thinking, Virginia.” Lemuel said harshly. “You should’ve called me.”

“I was afraid of disappointing you.” She lowered her eyes.

Lemuel tilted his head and caressed her cheek. He could see the guilt in her moistened eyes. She almost recoiled from his touch, though not because she feared him, but because she deemed herself undeserving of his affection.

“Oh sweetheart.” He told her, the pad of his thumb brushing against her warm cheek. “Keepin these things from me will only hurt you. Do you remember what I said ‘bout redemption?”

“Seeking it is what separates us from the damned.” Virginia recited.

“Yes. But holding ourselves accountable by sticking to what we purvey is ‘nother thing. We can’t just ask the Lord to forgive us for our sins if we’s just gon to commit ‘em again and again.” Lemuel said.

He could feel his stomach tightening as he lectured Virginia. Knowing his own hands had done many dirty things while thinking of this young woman… He would surely suffer the snake’s venom. The hypocrisy was burning white-hot within his chest. Perhaps it was the flames of hellfire rising up within him, reminding him where he was destined should he continue this charade.

“What must I do, then?” Virginia looked up at him with the same hopeful, big eyes that begged him to tell her what to do. To make it all okay again.

Lemuel couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and kissed her, his mouth open and hungry as he claimed her. She melted against him, her body weak and mind slowly growing numb. Just as she feared, Lemuel could say anything and make her his slave. A dangerous hypocrite with a silver tongue and a gentle, deceiving smile.

Eventually, he pulled apart from Virginia, their foreheads resting against each other. “Here’s what I’m gonna do to you, young lady.” He breathed. “I’m gonna take you to your bed, you’re gonna show me what you did, and then you’ll atone.”

Virginia didn’t even question the logic of this so-called punishment. She just nodded, whispered “yessir” and led him to her bedroom by the hand.

Lemuel stood at the edge of her bed while Virginia stripped down to her bra and underwear. She did so slowly, keeping her eyes down to the floor while her pastor watched with folded arms and closed lips. His hazel eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now cold and observant.

Virginia clutched at the silver Jesus that hung between her breasts, silently praying as she then climbed into bed.

“Show me what you did.” Lemuel instructed.

Her face flushed, Virginia laid back and spread her legs before him. Lemuel remained still at the foot of her bed, his head slightly tilted to the side as he observed. She bent her knees and adjusted her hips, trying to fight the urge to cover herself and shy away.

First, she sat up for a moment to remove her bra. Once unhooked, she slowly slipped down the straps then let it fall off her shoulders, exposing her mature breasts, which were pale with small blue veins. She then tossed the bra to the side, letting it slip off the bed. Lemuel’s gaze didn’t falter, his violating gaze sending shivers up her spine.

“Keep going.” He said quietly.

From how composed he appeared to be, Virginia couldn’t help but wonder if he had done this sort of instruction before? Surely not, unless other parishioners also came to him when they felt guilty after they masturbated.

She inhaled through her nose then laid back. Raising her hips off the bed, she curled her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them down from her hips to her thighs to her ankles, until they came completely off and fell to the floor, off the edge of the bed at Lemuel’s feet.

Braving it, she then parted her bent legs again, with Lemuel between them in perfect view. For a second, Virginia could’ve sworn she saw his nostrils flare and the corner of his mouth twitch. And from how his pants suddenly looked tight at the crotch, she realized this wasn’t just a lesson about restraint for herself but for him as well.

He said he had his own demons to cast out, didn’t he…

“Beautiful.” Lemuel whispered so quietly, Virginia almost didn’t hear it. Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So soft…”

Virginia was beginning to ache as she ran her hands up and down her thighs. Lemuel pressed his lips together but his breaths were deep and short. He was holding back from reaching out and touching her himself, his hands gripping at his crossed arms.

“What do you picture when you’re heated, hm?” Lemuel asked.

With her hooded eyes bashfully looking up at him, Virginia lulled her head and bit back an uncomfortable smile. “Your hands.”

“My hands?”

“When you spanked me.” She added. “How powerless I felt over your lap.”

“You were such a good girl too. A shame you then sullied your own redemption by actin like a slut.” Lemuel said almost sneeringly, though his tone was more humorous. What a tease he could be sometimes.

Virginia found she liked it when her pastor called her that. A slut. Even if it was a mean word and certainly should insult any woman to be referred to as such. But hearing Lemuel’s low, intimidating voice say such a thing only made her ache harder.

“Tell me more.” Lemuel urged.

Virginia’s hand ventured between her thighs, the tips of her fingers just barely caressing her vulva. She very much wanted more, but didn’t want to rush it. Like Lemuel said, this was all about restraint.

“When I touched myself, I thought about your voice.”

“And what would I say?”

“Tell me I was bein’ bad. You’d pray for me. Then, you’d tell me what you’d do to me.”

Lemuel sucked in a breath. Virginia was working him up. Perhaps she had power within her words too.

“So, if I were to say those things…”

Without warning, Lemuel grabbed Virginia’s ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled off the edge. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as her pastor leaned over her, his hands on either side of her head.

“If I were to tell you that… I’d take you across my knee, use my hand on you until you cried for me to stop then fuck you mercilessly like the whore you are…” He whispered, his lips hovering above her own.

Virginia slipped two of her own fingers into her slit, the tips of her fingers slick with her arousal. She moaned as she then swirled her wet fingers around her aching clit. Lemuel looked down at her hands, admiring how slowly she worked them on herself.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

He leaned back up then sank to his knees at the edge of the bed. He rested his palms atop Virginia’s thighs, keeping them spread as his head leaned in close to her sex. He watched closely as Virginia touched herself. Lemuel licked his lips at the sight of it, how wet she was, how delicately her fingers moved.

“Bet you’re thinking ‘bout how my tongue would feel right now.” He teased.

Virginia could feel his hot breath waff over her. Just the sight of him kneeling between her open legs, his face so close to her sex he could just easily lean in a few inches and taste her. She wanted him to envelop her clit with those lips of his and suck. She wanted his tongue to prod at her entrance. She wanted his fingers to curl inside her and make her squirm.

“Oh Pastor!” She moaned, her hips bucking as she felt herself build inside.

Lemuel’s hands rubbed her thighs while Virginia slowly brought herself closer and closer to release.

“You want me to touch you?”

What kind of question is that? Virginia thought. He was venturing into cruel territory now. She knew he wouldn’t want her to give in. She was supposed to be a good girl. Be obedient to her pastor and to the Lord.

“No.” She answered breathlessly.

“No? Why?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

Lemuel hummed, his brow knit. “That’s right, and yet you do this? You dirty slut.”

“Yes, Pastor. I’m a dirty slut.” Virginia repeated. “I love touching myself to the thought of you.”

“Hmm.” His hands were brushing up against her inner thigh, almost touching her where she wanted him. “But you DON’T want me to touch you?”

“No sir!” Virginia affirmed as she threw her head back, getting closer.

“Ah, then you should understand that when I say stop…” Lemuel then took her wrists and pulled them away from her sex, stopping her completely. “You should stop.”

Virginia looked down at him, her face contorted into a pained expression. “Why’d you-”

“Ah-ah.” Lemuel hushed her. “I said stop.”

Virginia was just about to finish! Her insides were clenching for something to fill her. Her clit was pulsing and hard. Her heartbeat was racing rapidly. How dare Lemuel do this to her!

“It’s hard.” She whined.

“Virginia.” Lemuel pulled her until she was sitting up. “Don’t think it don’t hurt me either. But we can’t always get what we want, can we?”

Virginia wondered if she could get away with coaxing Lemuel into giving her what she wanted by promising to relieve him as well? But that wouldn’t be right. She had done wrong already.

“No sir.” She relented, taking in a deep breath.

It was hard, but Virginia chose to try and ignore her desire for release. She didn’t deserve a release. Not if Lemuel believed she didn’t.

“Good girl. Now, let’s clean you up and then we can talk.”

Lemuel drew a bath for Virginia. He helped wash her, reciting some verses while he scrubbed her arms and back with the sponge. Virginia even let him massage her scalp with shampoo and conditioner. It was nice to be pampered and the hot water of the bath helped calm her body down from the lack of satisfaction. Even Lemuel’s own arousal eventually subsided.

“Have you ever done this before?” She asked as Lemuel tilted her head back and rinsed her lathered hair.

“Do you think I make it a habit of watching pretty girls touch themselves?” He said candidly.

Virginia shook her head. “No, you don’t seem the type.”

“Well, I figured you’s a special situation.” He shrugged. “Being new and without a hand to guide you, you need a specific kind of attention I’m willin’ to provide.”

“Hence the spanking and the restrained gratification?”

“You’re cheeky tonight.” Lemuel remarked playfully. “Well, every pastor’s different. They have their own ways of leading their parishioners.”

“And you specialize in rattlesnakes and gettin’ me naked?”

“Is that a complaint?”

Virginia looked over her shoulder back at Lemuel, who quirked a brow at her. She then chuckled, which made him chuckle too.

“I’d sooner leave the church than complain about your methods, sir. And by the way…” She folded her arms on the edge of the tub. “Thank you. For tonight.”

Lemuel smiled at her, touched by her sincerity. “Of course, darlin’. And I wanna set a new rule. Whenever you feel those urges, I want you to get down on your knees and pray for strength. And if you really feel the need, I want you to call me. I’ll talk you through it.”

Virginia felt a twinge of rebellion within her. She’d want to disregard these new rules, touch herself anyways and tell Lemuel that she just prayed for strength and it went away. But if she really believed in the judgment of the serpent, she’d do as her pastor said.

So, the young woman agreed happily and kissed her shepherd, thanking him again for being so good to her.

Lemuel helped her out of the tub and dried her off, wrapping a soft, baby blue towel around her and holding her close. “My beautiful girl.” He breathed against her wet hair.

Why are you still fighting against this? Virginia thought to herself. There was no better feeling than when Lemuel held her. That voice in her head that kept tugging at her gut, daring her to disobey and fight back. To insult Lemuel’s authority and show him what she was made of. And as tempting as it was to Virginia, the idea of slapping Lemuel’s hand away and rejecting his generosity made her sick.

He took her back to her room, let her dress herself in panties and a white nightshift, and then put her to bed. But, instead of leaving her like the last time, Lemuel stripped himself down to his boxers and climbed in with her.

“You’re staying?” Virginia’s eyes lit up.

“I think there’s no harm in keeping yah company tonight.” He said before snuggling up behind her, spooning her with his warm body. Virginia’s heart swelled as she pressed herself against him. “Especially since you did well.”

Yeah, she thought. This makes it all worth it.

A/N: Sorry for taking forever with this chapter. My computer crapped out on me, I'm in the middle of moving, and life is a little blah atm. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I plan on writing two more, including the finale before the summer's over. Comments and reblogs are much appreciated, my loves <3

#walton goggins #them that follow #lemuel childs #pastor childs #this was supposed to be a one shot then i kept writing #walton goggins was so hot in this #fanfiction #fanfic

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paper rings | harvey x f!reader

You think back to when Harvey was your best friend; Harvey reminisces on how he fell for you.

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3

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chapter two: so high school -> "tell me 'bout the first time you saw me."

Harvey woke up with a groan, rolling over to turn off his blaring alarm. He rose from his incredibly comfortable bed while keeping his eyes shut, not ready to face the day just yet. The birds outside his window sang loudly, as if they were reminding him of something.

His eyes shot open, scrambling for his glasses and checking the date on his phone.

Spring 1.

He couldn’t believe it. How had time passed so quickly? He swore he felt like he’d just spoken to you on the phone. He began to pace around his apartment, hands running through his hair as the realization began to sink in.

He was going to see you.

He was going to see you, in front of him, for the first time in years.

Harvey wanted to scream. No, he wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend nothing about his life was any different.

In reality, he knew he didn’t want to do any of that. If anything, he wished he had the confidence or the courage Elliott had spoken so passionately about so he could spill his heart out to you.

He sighed. If only he had the capability of doing any of the three options he’d presented to himself. Instead, he took a few deep breaths to center himself, trying his best to stay collected. What was he so anxious about, anyway? It’s not like he was talking to any other person, it was you , the person he once considered his closest friend.

More specifically, the person he once thought he could spend the rest of his life with.

Just then, Harvey’s phone rang, your name lighting up the screen. He cleared his throat and chugged the glass of water on his nightstand before answering, reminding himself to sound calm.

“Y/N, good morning!”

“Good morning, Harvey.” God , he swore he could listen to you say his name all day. He shook his head; what in the world was wrong with him? “I know it’s a bit early, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, not at all. I’ve been up for a bit now,” he said, ignoring the fact that he was still in his pajamas. “You’re moving in today, aren’t you? What time will you be here? I’ll make sure to clear my schedule as much as I can.”

“Oh, right! I forgot to tell you, I actually got here last night,” you replied, voice bright as ever. "It was late, though, so I figured I would get some rest before unpacking.”

Harvey blinked, slowly processing your words. Maybe he should have downed a cup of coffee, too. “So, you’re here?”

You laughed. “Don’t sound too excited. Come over whenever, okay? I’m going to start unpacking in a few minutes.”

“Right, I’ll be over soon!”

Harvey got dressed into his usual outfit, even remembering to spritz on some cologne before leaving his home. He figured if he was panicking internally, he might as well try to look put together on the outside. After making sure he didn’t have any appointments throughout the day, he locked up the clinic and put up the ‘Closed’ sign, making sure to leave his phone number on the door in case of emergencies.

“Harvey! You’re up early.” Pierre waved, making his way over to the front of the clinic. He glanced at the sign. “Closed for the day, huh? I’m guessing you have errands to run?”

“Well, uh, I promised the new farmer I would help her move in,” he explained, trying not to cringe at the thought of how he reacted in the store the other day. “You remember Y/N, don’t you?”

“Why, of course! You two were running around the town before Pierre’s even existed.” Pierre sighed, a wistful look taking over his face. “I was in my early twenties then. Caroline and I had just started dating, but I was already thinking about what kind of ring I was going to get her. We were so in love.” He paused, frowning. “I wonder when that changed.”

Harvey cleared his throat loudly, desperately wanting to escape the awkward topic. “I should get going, I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

“Of course. I’ll see you around, Harvey!”

“See you! And remind Abigail to set up her check-up appointment with me!” Pierre nodded knowingly and waved goodbye, turning back to start opening up his own shop.

Harvey let out a breath of relief as he turned away, suddenly racing to get to your farm. Once he got to the entrance, though, he stopped in his tracks, waves of memories beginning to flood his thoughts. Sure, the farm was more beat up than he remembered, but for the most part, everything was where it had been all those years ago. He especially recalled the times when he had slowly fallen for you more and more, his sentiments only growing stronger as the two of you got to know each other better over the years.

As he slowly made his way to your front door, he reminisced on the first time he realized he cared for you in a much stronger way than he initially thought.

“Y/N, wait up!” Harvey couldn’t make out what you yelled back as he ran to catch up to you, the farm animals unamusedly watching him through their fences. You had been so excited to show him all the “secret spots” on your grandfather’s farm.

He’d only caught up to you after you tripped over a rock jutting up from the ground, scraping your knee. You looked up at him with big, watery eyes, lip trembling.

“Grandpa’s gonna yell at me,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “He always says I’m too clumsy.”

Not entirely sure what the right thing to do was, Harvey opted to squat beside you, shrugging off the small backpack full of “emergency supplies” his mother always made him carry around. He took out the mini first aid kit, grabbing the ointment and a bandaid before delicately treating your knee.

“You know,” he started, trying to distract you from the stinging of the medicine, “I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up.”

Your eyes widened, suddenly inspired. “Really?” He nodded. “Wow. How’d you think of that?”

He gave a small smile as he stuck the bandaid on. “Then, I can always help you whenever you get hurt. You’ll always have someone to take care of you!”

You grinned before tackling him with a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. Harvey’s face was burning, though he blamed the heat of the sun.

“You’re my hero, Harvs,” you stated confidently, your hold on him unrelenting.

Your hero.

He huffed a laugh to himself at those words, shaking his head. Well, at least he kept his word — after that summer, he’d gone home and begged his parents for books on how to become a doctor. His medical career had begun before he’d even reached middle school, much to his mother’s delight.

Just as Harvey was about to make his way up to your porch, a glimpse of blue caught his eye. Squinting to make sure he wasn’t mistaken, he peeked below the stairs, wondering if an animal had gotten stuck.

Instead, he was met with the face of a small, blue . . . blob?

No, that was impossible. They couldn’t be real, could they? Harvey had only ever read myths about them.

As he leaned closer to double-check his hypothesis, the blob jumped toward his face, letting out a small squeak as it disappeared right in front of his nose.

He let out a shout and jumped backward, tripping on a thick clump of weeds and landing on his back with a thump. He groaned, readjusting his glasses as he sat up and rubbing the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice you were standing in your doorway until you let out a laugh.

You continued to laugh as Harvey stood up quickly, dusting off his clothes as he rambled on about some blue spirit he saw under your porch. You raised a brow — his excuses were becoming more and more creative. You spared him the embarrassment of calling out his ridiculous comment, deciding to walk over to him instead and fix the collar of his shirt.

“It’s good to see you,” you said, smiling up at him. Harvey stared at you for a moment before nodding and looking away.

“It’s good to see you, too,” he replied shyly. “It’s been about four years, hasn’t it?”

“Try five,” you corrected. “You left the city after med school, remember?”

His eyes widened. “That’s right. You were working while I was finishing up, weren’t you?”

You pursed your lips and nodded, thinking back to the period of your life when you had just begun working for Joja.

“Thinking back on it now, I should have just done more school, too,” you confessed. “Working for that damn company sucked the life out of me.”

Harvey laughed. “You think? You know, most people are overjoyed when they receive a promotion — you were miserable.”

“You remember that?”

“How could I not? You were in tears in the middle of the restaurant we were eating at.”

You slumped in your chair, eyes burning with threatening tears as you looked at your childhood friend.

“I’m doomed, Harvs,” you sighed, leaning forward to pick at your uneaten meal. “Is this what my life has come to? Working for some company that’s probably killing the earth as we speak?” You laughed, dropping your fork miserably. “At least one of us is doing something right for the world. Maybe you can share some of your good karma so I won’t be doomed in my next life, too.”

Harvey looked at you with an almost distraught look on his face. He hadn’t fully grown out his mustache back then, stubble trailing from his chin to his cheeks. You vaguely remember thinking facial hair would suit him.

“Y/N, please, we’re still young,” he pleaded. “It’s too early to be talking like that. Besides, everyone has different paths in life, and you never know where yours will take you.”

Sniffling, you’d shrugged, unable to get over the fact you were profiting from a company like Joja. Hell, you’d done such a good job that they’d given you a promotion, not that it was something you felt any pride over.

“Maybe we can run away,” you’d suggested idly, not noticing how Harvey choked on the soup he was eating.

“Wh-what was that?”

“Let’s move to a different country,” you suggested, smiling at the absurd thought. “Then, I can open a cafe, and you can open your own clinic right next to me. I’ll trade you coffee and cookies for free monthly check-ups.”

He’d laughed, though he wouldn’t meet your eyes for some reason. “That sounds like a plan. Now, you have to eat. I can only imagine the amount of sodium your usual diet of cup ramen consists of.”

“Hey!”

You coughed, a bit embarrassed at your dramatism in the past.

“That wasn’t a great moment in my life, was it?” you admitted, shaking your head. “Well, now that I’m on the farm, I’m sure I can earn back all the good karma I lost working for that evil place!”

Harvey smiled, nodding. “I’m sure you’ll more than makeup for it.” He glanced at the singular box left on your porch. “Is this . . . all you brought?”

You laughed, turning and gesturing for him to follow. You opened your front door to reveal the cozy cabin your grandfather used to stay in, several boxes already piled up in the living room.

“So, I’ve already moved in some of the simple stuff,” you started, moving some of them aside, “but for the life of me, I can’t get a good grip on that last one, it’s a bit too heavy. One of the ladies in town helped me carry it to the porch — Robin, I think it was?” The redhead and Mayor Lewis had greeted you the evening before, going over some basics and helping you carry some of your belongings from the moving truck.

“Yes, Robin! I’m glad you met her, I’m sure the two of you will get along.” Before you could reply, Harvey easily lifted the box off the porch, carrying it inside and placing it in your living room.

You blinked.

Had he always been that strong?

“What’s in this one, anyway?” he wondered, looking at you curiously.

You put a pin in your thought and walked over to him, opening the box with a smile. After taking out the fragile items you had placed at the top, you revealed what you’d shoved to the bottom as cushioning. Harvey’s jaw dropped, amusement lighting his eyes as he laughed.

“I can’t believe you still have this,” he said, picking up the giant stuffed animal. “I thought you would’ve given it away by now.”

You gasped, feigning shock as you grabbed the weighted bear away from him. “You thought I would betray Mr. Biscuit? How could you!” You looked at the toy affectionately, placing him next to your bed. “We won him together, after all.”

Harvey cocked his head. “We did?”

“Is that not how you remember it, big guy?” you joked.

“Well, not exactly,” he said, laughing nervously. “You won him after beating one of those carnival games, didn’t you?”

You hesitated, looking at the ceiling as you thought. “I guess I did,” you stated, “but I like to think of it as a team effort.”

You smacked your forehead as you pitifully watched Harvey struggle to win the game once again, the younger kids around him giving him smug looks.

You felt a bit guilty; this was your idea, after all. Harvey had been adamantly against going to the Stardew Valley Fair that year, claiming he had to regain his focus since school was starting the following week.

“Junior year is critical when it comes to getting into colleges,” he’d explained. “I can’t mess up my applications because of some festival.”

“Harvey, come on,” you had begged, clasping your hands together. He frowned and looked away, trying not to give in. “Please, let’s just go! Think about it, when is the next time we’re going to go to the fair together?”

“Next year! After we pass our classes!” You rolled your eyes, knowing that “passing” for him meant acing every course he took.

“Fine then,” you huffed, crossing your arms and looking away. “I’ll go by myself and tell everyone about how you left me there, alone.”

“Y/N, don’t be ridiculous.” You ignored him, opting to look at the shape of your nails instead. “Stop this act, you know I’ve been planning on going home today for weeks. My parents are expecting me.” You hummed, wondering if you should clip them or let them grow out. “Fine, fine! I’ll go, just . . . let me call my mother,” Harvey sighed. You grinned, bubbling with excitement next to him as he reluctantly took out his phone.

After watching him play the games, though, part of you wished he had given up. Sighing, you stormed up to him, pushing him away and snatching the slingshot from his hands.

“What are you—”

Without hesitation, you began shooting at the targets in front of you, easily hitting them and just barely winning against your opponents. The kids groaned in disappointment, sulking away as you excitedly picked out your reward.

Harvey simply looked at you in amazement, unable to speak.

You showed off your new prize, barely managing to hold it properly. “Look at what we got! Wasn’t this worth it?” He nodded slowly, still in awe of both your performance and the size of the stuffed toy. You shoved it into his arms, laughing at how he nearly toppled over. Before he got the chance to steady himself, you were racing off to see the booths nearby.

“Come on, let’s try the other games!”

“Y/N, slow down!”

“We can go again this year,” Harvey blurted. You looked at him in surprise. “I mean, we could, if you want to,” he corrected, composing himself.

You smiled. “We should,” you agreed. “We can win some more prizes. For now, though, want to help me unbox my things?”

“Of course. I guess we got a bit sidetracked.”

It didn’t take long for the two of you to have everything in place. After an hour passed, your house was finally starting to feel a little more homey — plants lined the corners, and your old rug was spread in front of the TV. Harvey helped you dust and mop the floors, opening all the windows so it could air out. The sun reached its peak in the sky when you finally decided you were done, leaning your back against the wall for support as you took a breather.

Harvey wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, setting the mop in his hand to the side. He had abandoned his jacket a bit ago, left in his white collared shirt and loosened red tie. You realized how grown up he looked. You darted your gaze away when he turned to you, looking accomplished.

“Looks like we’re just about done,” he said, looking around the room. “What do you think? Feel like home?”

“Just about,” you replied, taking in the amount of progress you’d been able to make with him. “Thanks a bunch, Harvs, I really owe you one.”

He shook his head, waving his hand. “It was my pleasure. Besides, take this as me making up for not keeping in touch all this time.”

“It was a two-way effort.” You grabbed his jacket and handed it to him, smiling. “We should sit down sometime and seriously catch up,” you suggested. “Are you free for dinner tomorrow?”

He looked at you for a moment — as if he didn’t realize you were talking to him — before nodding eagerly.

“Yes, I’d love to,” he said, pulling on his jacket. “There’s a place in the center of the plaza, the Stardrop Saloon. Does that work?”

“Works for me. I’ll buy you a drink,” you promised. You walked with him out the door, noticing how he glanced under your porch as he walked down the steps. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

He nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” You sighed as you watched him leave the farm, brow raised and arms crossed.

“Yeah,” you decided, walking into your new home, “he totally doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

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radio-navlee · 1 year

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Voodoo dolls never hurt nobody

I had a great idea with Spider verse and voodoo dolls! I was so excited to write this! So happyyyy!! Also I just really love the idea of ticklish voodoo dolls so (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Lee: Pavitr, Hobie, Miles

Ler: Pavitr, Hobie, Miles

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Hobie sat at his couch infront of the TV, eating a bowl a cereal whilst it rained a bit outside. His apartment wasnt dirty but it wasnt clean either. Hobie likes to collect thing and keep things that were given to him, but when it piles up, his whole apartment looked like a yard sell. He almost drifted off to sleep when he heard a portal open, it was Miles. “Hey Hoobes! Hobs? Can I call u that?”

“Whas’ up Miles?”

“I’m pretty sure the sky?” Miles joked as he pointed up at the celling

“oh so you’re funny today, eh?”

Miles explained that he was supposed to be at a friends place but they had something come up. He thought it would be awkward if he went back home after telling his parents all he was leaving for the rest of the day, so he asked to crash at Hobies for a bit

“So he ditched ya?” Hobie smirked

“I wouldn’t put it like that!” Miles chuckled embarrassed

“I’s alright man, you can stay for a bit. I let Gwen crash here alls’ the time.” Hobie said, turning his attention back to the show on his television.

“There’s food in the fridge and pantry, don’t touch anything with sticky notes though, I’m saving those for something.”

“Like cooking?” Miles asked as he opened the fridge

“…Yea,” Hobie shrugged

Miles grabbed a water bottle and ripped the label off. He sat down next to Hobie on the couch and watched the TV for a while.

5 minutes go by and another portal opens, it was Pav, as soon as he stepped into the dimension Hobie and Miles felt their chest get tighter. Like if a big hand had just grabbed them.

“Oh… MY.. GOSH! HOBIEHOBIEHOBIE!!” Pav panted, he looked exhausted from running. Hobie and Miles turn their head to face Pav.

“Oh Miles!! Good to see you!” Pav smiled excited to see him

“Hi pav!” Miles smiled back

Pav ran over to them and sat on the couch to the side of them and took a breath before talking.

“Guess what I found at the spider society’s gadget place!”

“whad you find?” Hobie asked

“There’s a Gadget place?”

“LOOK!!” Pav smiled holding up 4 mini cloth dolls that looked like a chibi version of all of them. Gwen, Hobie, Pav, and miles.

“What are those?” Miles question

“Little dolls of us!!” Pav chuckled

“So whas weth dem? They like voodoo dolls or sumting?” Hobie questioned.

Pav gasped “I didn’t even think of that!”

“Lemme see yours pav! Let’s test it!” Miles said reaching out to grab the doll

Pav set the other dolls aside and gave Miles the little Pav doll. Miles gestured for him to turn around to test. Hobie put his elbows on his knees, helping his chin to rest of his hands while he watched Pav.

“can you feel this?” Miles asked poking behind Pav’s head

“yea!!” Pav giggled, putting his left hand to the back of his head and turns back around

“Cool! What about this!”

“EEEHehehe!!” pav squealed scrunching his neck feeling a light tickling sensation

“What was that?” Miles chuckled keeping his finger at his neck, not moving it, just keeping it there

“Hehehaha!! Nohoho tickling goofy!!” Pav said trying to grab at his own doll

“sorry!” Miles dodged his hands and removed his finger from Pavs neck

“That’s so cool! Isn’t Hobie?” Miles turn to look at Hobie

“Hobie?..Hooobbiieee?” Miles called out realizing Hobie wasn’t sat beside him anymore.

“Mate, don’t shout! I’m bout chu get anotha noise complaint!” Hobie peered around the door frame from his bedroom.

“Sorry!” Miles whispered

Hobie stepped back into his room lying on his bed.

“Imma be here,” Hobie said pointing to himself and then the bed

“hey Miles!!” Pav whispered gesturing for Miles to sit closer to him

“I say we prank him, yeah?!” Pav whispered playfully

“How?” Miles asked

Pav held up the chibi spider punk doll and poked to his neck. Hobie jumped a bit then rubbed his neck. Miles and Pav looked over through Hobies door way to see if they could get a reaction. That’s when Hobie noticed them, realizing the two where messing with his doll

“Aye! You’d betta noat be messin with me out der!” Hobie raised his head

Pav and Miles both giggled like little girls at a sleepover, starting to poke around the dolls waist.

“Aye! Quihihit it!” Hobie tried to get up to stop them but felt tickling over his midsection and sat back down.

“Oh dude this is so awesome!” Miles said looking back and forth from Hobie and the doll.

Hobie was curled up on his bed trying to muffle his giggles, while miles and Pav watched.

“Yohohou sacks of rohohohocksss!!!”

“Cmon Hobie! We know you enjoy this!” Pav teased

“Im nohohat enjoyin shihihit!!” Hobie yelled out trying to get back up to walk toward them.

“Oh shoot!” Miles panicked noticing Hobie slowly walking towards them, Miles then went for the dolls hips and Hobie collapsed

“Fuhuhahahack!! MILES!!! QUIHIHIT!!” Hobie screamed

“This is fun!” Pav laughed

“Nohohohot for MHEHAHAHA!!” Hobie laughed still hugging his mid section to try to relieve some of the ticklish-ness

“STAHAHAHOHOHOP!!”

“But I’m having so much fun!” Miles said stoping for a second to let Hobie breath.

“fuck….yohou!” Hobie panted,

Hobie sat on the floor for a second before quickly jumping to the ceiling and crawling over above the pile of dolls and whipped Miles’ up into his hands, he then sat crisscross on the ceiling and spoke

“yours is actually kinda cute Miles!” Hobie said giving Miles an evil smirk

“what? Hobie? How’d you get up there- WAIT NOHAHHOhoho!!!” Mile spun his head around to face Hobie when he broke down laughing as he felt Hobie start pinching at his ribs

“Look mate, you tickle me. I tickle you back!” Hobie stated watching Miles flop around on the couch

“NOHohahahaat! fahahahairr!!!” Miles protested through laughter

“I tink its plenty fair," Hobie teased, shooting for Miles' armpits

"Hobie your good at this," Pav said panicked trying to sneakily hide his own doll

"NOHOHAHAHAA!! ITS SOHOHO MUCH WORSE NOHOAHAHOWW!!" Miles trashed almost falling off the couch

"Aye, Pav don't think I never forgot bout chu!" Hobie said whipping up Pav's doll and immediately started prodding at the dolls tummy

"NO!! NOHAhahahaha!! HohoHOHOBIE!!" Pav giggled

Miles caught his breath and reached for Hobies doll and started pinching at his knees

"You know Pav I- HEHEAHAHAHA!! MILES!!" Hobie kicked his legs causing him to fall from the roof onto the couch with an 'oof'

"dohont try me Hobie!" Miles said, making Hobie laugh harder

"I- I- IHIHIHIHI!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Hobies giggle laughs where high pitched, and nothing of what miles expected

"Woah! Hobie your laugh, or giggle?" Miles awed

Hobie grabbed a pillow off the couch and brought it over his face, trying to muffle himself. Pav quickly grabbed Miles' doll and started to wiggle his fingers into his belly

“Hobie thats so c- HEHAHAhahah!!” Miles dropped Hobies doll, having Hobie to relax a bit. Pav threw his head back in exhaustion, and Miles did the same.

“Hobie you alright?” Pav asked, chuckling when he saw Hobies arm raise up giving them a thumbs up, then dropping it limp.

“Good..”

They all sat in comfortable silence for while, listening to the rain outside, noticing the TV was still on, realizing they all just tickled each other using dolls. Somebody had to break the silence,

“Hobie your lau-”

“DONT! Even, I already know” Hobie sighed, making Miles giggle

They all moved onto the couch Hobie was laying at and started to watch the movie playing on the TV. Miles tried to whisper something into Hobies ear when Hobie scrunched up his shoulder to his ear,

“Don’t tell me you’re-” miles gleamed with excitement

“Don’t I swear! You can try that shit with Pav, not me!” Hobie threatened, “Your in distance, don’t tink I won’t just- cause I will!” Hobie pinched at Miles rib for a second

“Ohohok ok!” Miles giggles

They fell asleep together on the couch later that night, it’s wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t bad.

(ok it’s like 2 in the morning right now I need serious sleep😺) GHOST OUT 👻

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse tickle #tickle fanfic #lee!pavitr #lee!hobie #lee!miles #ler!pavitr #ler!hobie #ler!miles

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kriegertops · 5 months

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This is a very long one:

I was going down a tumblr rabbit hole and came across and old Binoe page that had A LOT of Krashlyn content from 2019-late 2022. And I came away with a few observations:

1) Ali and Ash were deeply in love. The pics, videos, events, comments to each other, just their sheer history together is overwhelming, and they looked happy, affectionate and just in sync thruout. This idea that Ash was in an unhappy marriage is ridiculous. Bc nothing she ever posted indicated anything close to that.

2) The early Sloane months were adorable, and their captured family moments were so cute and loving. They absolutely doted on that child. She was the center of their world, and they documented so much of her cuteness, and it reminded me of how fun Ash was during this time, and I *briefly* remembered why I liked her back then.

3) I hadn’t realized that makeup artist Alex had been with them for so long- I thought she was new once they got to NY. But no- she was there on their wedding day and before. Also, forgot how close both A’s were to all the Gotham girls when they first got to the team, and how tight Midge was with the whole family.

4) I was reminded of how much soccer connected them, and how it dominated their lives.

I eventually had to stop scrolling bc I got sad seeing how they used to be.

So what in the heck happened?

1) I think Ash was not at all prepared for retirement. She didn’t really line anything up that would be sustainable employment, and not having that identity as an athlete was overwhelming. I’m guessing she had some mild/severe bouts of depression, and despite having an adorable family, she realized it wasn’t fulfilling her. That probably led her to be mean and resentful of Ali, which progressed into outright anger, and bc she’s at her core a narcissist, she blamed Ali for her own sorry situation.

2) there’s been so much talk of, how did Ali not know things were so bad? Well, after all those YEARS together, Ali probably assumed they would work it out. Even after ash moved out, she might have still had visions of repairing her family. Trust me, no mom willing concedes 50% of their time with their kids without a hard core fight. I think Ali was willing to do the work- she just couldn’t give it everything bc she was trying to f’ing retire.

3) those women had a TIGHT group of friends. For years, very formative years. Megan loved Ash. They were effusive abt their friendship. Reliving all their posts back and forth again signified how telling it is that almost NONE of their friend group publicly supported ash. National teammates, club teammates, outside soccer friends (makeup Alex), preschool families- they all gave her the heisman. They didn’t engage in SM, didn’t post pics, really just dumped her like a bad habit. Divorces happen in friend groups- it can be kinda awkward, but they’re grown adults who can make their own choices. And they all very clearly chose a side. And you wouldn’t do that as a friend unless what you saw was behavior so egregious and abhorrent that you couldn’t in good faith support it. And that’s exactly what happened. Ash recently posted something abt friends who chose her over optics, clearly indicating anger at those old friends. Her and Pinoe were at the same event this week, yet no public pics or any indication they interacted. I’m assuming they did, but in the past we’d see evidence of it. She goes on and on abt her new friend group, but it has to hurt a lot that she lost her old tribe. And people that know both her and Sophia- like a Glennon or Foudy, have given the couple no play at all.

4) While I have absolutely ZERO empathy for Ash, I do think she’s gotten herself into a situation that has lots of complications and might not end the way she expects. How do two self involved love bombers stay together once the newness wears off and they are in the mundane realities of everyday life? Ash has 17+ years left of raising kids. And once the kids are doing events and activities, she won’t be able to bail for a week at a time. And eventually she’s going to need to find work. Courts don’t like parents who don’t pull their weight. I think they got caught up in their infatuation, are bonded over their us vs them mentality right now, and once their feelings come back down to earth, it will be a different reality for them. I don’t really care- I don’t wish them any luck. I just think they have an uphill battle.

And my last musing after all this was about how much deep respect and awe I have for Ali. She was served a complete shit burger in the middle of her retirement season. When she should have been riding high, enjoying her last professional soccer games as a player, she was thrown into the worst chaos a person can be in. I will detest Ashlyn forever for putting her in this situation, and not having the maturity to wait it out with Sophia, and let her former wife have her moment. I think back to that Pinoe game where she and Sophia paraded around and my blood completely boils for Ali. I don’t know what happened between them, but the intentional cruelty and vindictiveness Ash showed is so disgusting, it defies logic. I am so thrilled that Ali has moved on, is thriving and has shed this dead weight from her being. I can’t imagine what she’s gone thru, but to see her unbothered and smiling now is just wonderful. I wish nothing but happy things for her!

Okay, I think that’s it! Thanks for reading my dissertation 🤣

Thank you for this anon!!! I appreciate the time you took to write this cause damn this is long😂🔥 I agree though with your thoughts on the situation and honestly the more we find out the more obvious it becomes that Ashlyn is nothing but a narcissistic cheater and Ali’s a warrior and queen who deserves happiness!

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twilightmalachite · 11 months

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Shu Itsuki - The Beauty of Distance

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Shu, Kuro

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Non! You mustn’t use such expressions in a public space! Watch your language!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Summer

Location: Café COCHI

Shu: (A cup of tea after returning to the country truly is good for the body.)

(The storefront doesn’t appear to be busy either, so I can stay here for some time… Hm?)

(How come a shadow’s suddenly fallen on my table—)

Shu: !? Ryu~ku… I mean, Kiryu! What are you doing outside the window?

You’re pointing over at my seat… Do you want to come in and sit at the same table as me?

Ah, goodness, trying to converse through the glass will only bring attention. How about you just come on in?

Time passes…

Kuro: …Yo.

Shu: Quite the greeting you have there. You should be telling me what had you appearing outside the window out of nowhere.

Kuro: What’s the rush for? It’d be rude if I took a seat without orderin’ anythin’, wouldn’t it?

Shu: Hmph. Then hurry up and order yourself something to drink.

Kuro: I told you I’m choosin’ one now. Well, I suppose orderin’ ice tea would be a safe bet.

Shu: —Goodness. I was planning to take it easy for a bit, but to think you would show up.

Kuro: Take it easy and don’t mind me, then. Well, I’m the one who imposed himself onto ya, so guess I’m not one to speak.

Shu: …So, what do you need from me?

Kuro: Just spotted ya and thought to say hi since you’ve returned to Japan.

But well, there’s somethin’ I wanted from ya too. Or well, somethin I wanted to ask ya.

Shu: What do you want to ask?

Kuro: It’s about when I went to France with ya to film for a travel show. There was that incident involvin’ ya, remember? Y’know, the one with the erotic stuff appearin’.[1]

Shu: Non! You mustn’t use such expressions in a public space! Watch your language!

Kuro: …My bad. Didn’t know how else to describe it.

Anyways. Just was wonderin’ about that, if the incident was resolved, y’know. Since we sorta had to leave at a critical point.

Shu: …Sigh. I don’t believe you have the right to know, given you left me for dead at a crucial moment.

But it’s not like I’ve heard anything about the rest of your trip either. Did you get to finish filming?

Kuro: I heard the feature itself is still bein’ edited, but we should’ve gotten some good footage?

Shu: ? That’s quite the vague answer.

Kuro: …To be honest, what left the biggest impression on me was how the flight home was also really tough.

Shu: Good grief. Why don’t you just ask not to be given anything that requires you to be overseas, given you’re so poor with vehicles?

Kuro: ‘Cause we rookie idols ain’t in any position to selfish demands like that.

Shu: Don’t care, give your opinion regardless. You don’t want things like that to negatively affect your health.

Kuro: …Haha, how come your responses to me are always so snappy, Itsuki?

I felt we were able to speak rather peacefully all the way over there. Was it somethin’ about the foreign atmosphere?

Shu: Was it peaceful? Morisawa and Tsukinaga were there, I just have the strong impression that it was quite noisy. What did you and I even get to talk about…?

Shu & Kuro: ……

—By the way… (That reminds me…)

Shu: What is it?

Kuro: Oh no, it’s not a big deal, what were you sayin’?

Shu: Neither is what I had to say… I’ve got a favor for you since you’re here, but it’s nothing important.

Kuro: A favor?

Sounds good, lemme know what ya got for me…♪

Shu: Why are you so pleased? I’ve just figured to ask if you could carry my luggage.

I’m currently here at COCHI after leaving my luggage back at ES.

But my luggage contains my personal tools and such, so I’d like to bring them back to Starmony Dorms myself. However, with the luggage quantity, I don’t believe I can make it in one trip.

So I thought perhaps you could help me out, so I wouldn't have to go back and forth.

Kuro: That's all? No sweat!

Though…

Shu: Are there any concerns?

Kuro: It’s ‘bout our room. I haven’t heard anythin’ ‘bout Sena returnin’ to the country, so I’m assumin’ it’s more or less available, but…

Isara and I have been real busy, so we haven’t been able to give the place a good clean lately. Had I known you were comin’ in advance, I would’a gotten it clean.

Shu: Hm… That being said, you guys aren’t all too messy, right?

Kuro: Yeah. But if I knew ya were comin’, I could’ve taken the chance to hang and fluff up your beddin’ while cleanin’ up, y’know?

I’ll at least use the dryer to freshen it up for tonight. ♪

Shu: …As usual, you act as if you’re my mother.

Kuro: Hey, what’re you takin’ my bill for?

Shu: We’ve each finished our drinks, so it’s about time we leave. Though, I haven’t heard what you were going to say yet.

Kuro: I’m ready to tell ya ‘bout that anytime, but ya didn’t answer my question.

Shu: …As thanks for carrying my luggage. I’m going to go pay our for our bills, so you can wait outside.

Kuro: …And off he goes. He really doesn’t need to thank me for that…

Location: In Front of ES Building

Kuro: …That is a lot of luggage. Definitely not somethin’ you could’ve done in a single trip.

Shu: I’ll take the trunks, and you can take the suitcases… But isn’t it about time I hear about what you had wanted to say, Kiryu?

Kuro: Jumpin’ right to it, arentcha… Let’s start headin’ towards the dorms if you’re ready. …But it really ain’t that big a deal.

Shu: Still, it’s something you wanted to tell me. It wouldn’t be fair if you only had heard me out, wouldn’t it?

Kuro: ……

…A new shop opened on Time Street recently. It’s small, but they have a pretty impressive selection of stuff.

They carry those rare fabrics and threads you always seem to be orderin’ and buyin’, too.

So, I thought ya would like the place too, Icchan. I thought I’d let ya know, since I doubt ya hear ‘bout this stuff bein’ overseas and all.

Shu: ……

…Kagehira and others fill me in on things from time to time, you know… But this is the first I’ve heard about a shop like this.

Kuro: Really? Even I just found the place only the day before last.

Shu: I’ll head there right away once we drop off the luggage. This shop’s selection that you’re praising so much has piqued my curiosity.

Kuro: Jumpin’ right to it, arentcha… Wait, didn’t I just say that?

But well, ya don’t know how to get there, don’t ya? I don’t got anythin’ goin’ on after this, so I’ll show ya the way.

Shu: …I’m sure I can just figure out the way from others. But if you’d like to show me the way, then you’re welcome to.

Kuro: Alright. And ya can tell me ‘bout how that incident went while we’re at it!

Shu: Kiryu… Is that all you wanted to hear about in the end?

In that case, you can tell me everything you can remember about your trip, then.

We can try talking about what we’ve been up to in a normal way, can’t we? …It didn’t feel right hearing that we can’t interact peacefully in this country.

[ ☆ ]

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Referring to the incident from Astraea’s Atelier. For context, uncensored paintings and statues began to mysteriously appear in Shu’s atelier from time to time, causing him a lot of stress. Shu, Chiaki, Kuro, and Leo theorized it was one of Shu’s artist fans and beneficiaries leaving their art throughout Shu’s atelier in hopes of having their art recognized by him instead after having been dismissed as “vulgar” by him.

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we could make a movie together (em haywood x reader +18)

you meet em a little after the jean jacket incident, traveling all the way to the desert to do some filming and she sparks your interests. after telling you about her filming experiences, y’all decide to film something together, but em suggests you should be the star.

you ask you shall receive, here’s the em x reader you guys wanted !!!

you already know my usually warnings :smut, overstim, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, dom! em, switch! reader, smoking, recreational drug use, slight public sex, sex tape making, jokes during sex, high sex, this is a lesbian relationship so they move fast much like all lesbians do. (i can make that joke i am a lesbian)

song inspo: GIRL by the internet ft KAYTRANADA

as always my dear reader dedication: @verachii @blackgcomica @rxcently @superficial-saturnrings @szalipcombo @dejaonline

enjoy! <3

moving to the fucking desert was not a good idea, you’re starting to realize.

you’ve been rewriting your screenplay for about two weeks now and, as your film teacher had said, when you asked her for filming tips, “the desert is the best place to start!”

stupid fucking white lady, there ain’t shit out here.

you were working at a gas station just outside of a studio lot for about four weeks, just making some money so your mama don’t kick you out since you’ve moved back in with her. it doesn’t pay enough and you’re actively not working, pulling out your phone when the door goes off, you automatically yell out, “welcome in,” not even bothering to look up.

once the person is finished shopping, she’s buying a scratch off ticket and some chips, she comes forward and ask, “yo how much for the raspberry mango flavor?” and is already pulling out her wallet before she gets a good look at you and kinda smirks.

you turn around before you meet her eyes and say, “$5.68, you want one?” and she says ‘yeah’ behind you and you grab one and meet her eyes.

oh fuck, she’s fine. you smile, “hey,”

she nods back, “hey.” you start ringing up her stuff, “whatchu doing all the way out here?” you ask, making conversation.

she kinda laughs a bit, “i mean i was bout to ask you the same thing. i stay up here with my brother, but i ain’t never seen you before,”

you smirk and tell her the total before adding, “i’m staying up with my mama for a second. trying to get into filming and i heard the desert is ‘nice and open’,” you say sarcastically and she nods.

she looks you up and down and chuckles, “you into filming?” and you nod as you take her $20 and start collecting her change and she adds, “well i’m actually apart of filmmaking history, my uhh something great grandfather was the first man to ever be filmed. alistar e haywood, look it up,”

you snort at her, “bullshit,” and she laughs, and grabs her stuff, “i’m so for real, i promise, you too cute to lie to,”

you roll your eyes, “i guess you should put me on then, we could make a movie together, ms haywood,” you say snarky. she looks at your name tag, smirking, “em, is fine, y/n,”

you blush at hearing your name, “so we gon get together and shoot something or what? i get off at 5,” you feel bold and she laughs, “yeah, imma be back and get you, we film something at my place, alright? my brother’ll be there but he’s cool,”

you nod, “i’ll see you then,”

em winks and walks off with her stuff and heads out the door, and you look at the clock, “shit,” you whisper.

it’s only noon.

at 5:15, a truck comes back around as you walk out and you hear em, “hey, you need a ride?!” as she spins around to pull up next to you. you chuckle, jacket in hand, and open the passenger door and get in,

“hey,” you say and put on your seatbelt and she greets you back, “ey imma let you know now we gotta long ride so go head and take your shoes off and get comfortable, girl,” and you do so. the sun hasn’t set yet and the windows are slightly down, her music is playing and you sigh as you take your shoes off and make conversation.

“so what’ve you made so far, miss film royalty?” and she chuckles, “a bunch of shit, actually. in fact i’m just coming off a gig right now,”

you side eye her, “yeah, buying a scratch off usually means you just got off a gig that paid you very well,” you say sarcastically and em laughs, “woah, i never said i got paid, what if i was just there having fun?”

“then it ain’t no gig, you was just fucking around,” you laugh back and she puts her hands up in surrender, “and that i was,” now you’re really wondering what she actually shot, if anything at all.

you turn a couple of corners and pass jupiter’s claim, the police tape still up and the cars of all the guests that had just disappeared still there. you speak again, “hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared from here? yknow what actually happened?”

she smirks, “yeah, well i live here. that was actually my last gig,” you look back at her, “then what happened?”

em smiles, “okay, so first, i gotta tell you about jean jacket.” the whole car ride she tells you everything: she starts with her dad dying and how her brother took over their ranch, she tells about jupe’s claim and how he bought most of their horses and ‘fed’ them to this jean jacket character, who seems to be a predatory animal-flying saucer type thing? you’re trying to follow along the best you can. she talks about her triumphant ride to jupes claim and feeding jean jacket the ballon jupe and making it explode, and then getting, what she called, the “Oprah shot”.

you’re at the ranch once she’s finished with the whole story and she looks at you, expectedly. you’re looking back at her before you start laughing, “ohhh, holy shit, okay, okay i get it. this is your pitch right? like this is your movie and the ‘gig’ was the incident so you made up a whole story? okay shit that was one hell of a pitch, but i get it, it’s a solid pitch—”

she cuts you off, “woah, hold on, i’m not joking, i promise. and it ain’t no pitch, either. look, you come to room i got all the proof you need up there.” she says getting out the truck and walking towards the door.

you huff, following, “i mean that sounded like you just want me in your room,” and she looks back at you, smoking a bit, “i mean of course i want that, but you think i’m lying so i’m trying to show you i’m being for real,”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and deciding to go along with it, “yeah, yeah,”

once you’re both inside, you see her brother walking from the kitchen, he doesn’t greet you, he just sighs and says, “em, cmon,”

and you see her come to your cover, “hey she’s a film student we’re here to talk about some camera stuff, nothing else. y/n, this is oj.” your eyes widen a bit and you can tell it’s obvious in your face because then oj says, “otis junior. like my dad,” and you relax a bit and mutter a “nice to meet you,” mostly to avoid feeling any more awkward than you already do.

he mumbles out, “imma go do some work, keep the music down,” and em grumbles behind him, “yeah, yeah go on,” and he’s out the door, leaving you two alone.

“sorry about him he don’t like meeting people that much, especially after what happened, yknow.”

you smirk at her, “so what im hearing is that you bring a lot girls back with you after your ‘gigs’, huh?” em fakes hurt and huffs out, “oh fuck you,” and makes you follow her to her bedroom. you mutter back, “im sure you want to,” and she laughs.

em’s room is what you’d think it was by looking at her— a bit messy with posters everywhere, some of family, most of records and artists, and a lot of it is postings about the jupes claim incident. but there’s one picture that grabs your attention, it’s right above her dresser, it looks like one of those old rodeo pictures, with the chunky framing and the big boarders. but that doesn’t capture your attention, what does is the contents of the of the photo, you really can’t make it out since it’s an above angle but it looks like a big folded sheet flying towards a ballon.

“that’s jean jacket,” she says as she catches you staring. you look back at her, “it looks like a sheet and a ballon fighting,”

emerald laughs and puts her hands up in defense, “hey you don’t have to believe me, let me see this script you working on,” she takes a drag of her juul as you both sit down and you pull out your computer from your bag and open your script. you’ve shown it to plenty of people so you’re not embarrassed of your work but there’s something about em that makes this feel a little bit more intimate than the other times you’ve done it.

she’s reading hard, completely quiet and smoking lightly and your eyes can’t move away from her. she notices you staring and glances at you and you hurriedly look away before you hear a quiet chuckle. you look around the room some more, seeing more pictures of her family and some horses. time passes and she ends her reading and sighs. you jump, “well?”

she exhales, looking up, “well… it’s good, but you clearly wrote yourself as the main character, it’s like obvious as fuck,” she says getting up and you scoff at her, still sitting, “no i didn’t—”

she cuts you off, “young girl leaves school to find her passion in the ‘woods’ and gets caught in some psycho shit without telling her friends because they’re all the way back home? that’s just you, baby, it’s alright,”

the word baby throws you off and you blink before defending yourself, “it’s not a self insert, i stand by that, and even if it were, would that be a crime? like, yes i take my source material from what i know best— me. is that so crazy?” you huff in annoyance and look away. em stands in front of you and moves your head in her hands to look at her.

“you are really worked up right now,” she laughs out and you roll your eyes and turn away, she grabs you again, “wanna smoke?” shaking the juul she bought from you this morning in her other hand.

you sigh and stand grabbing it from her and inhaling. you blow the smoke in her face and she laughs, “yeah, i knew you would,”

you’re definitely high once the sun sets. you’ve been smoking with em for about two hours now, watching movies and eating a bunch of junk food as she tells you about all the film work she’s done.

she pulls out all her pops’ work and shows you which ones her brother worked on and which ones she had a hand in. you’re interested— you are, totally, but you feel that light arousal that pulses through your body as you and em talk more and she gets more closer to you. she starts whispering to you after a certain hour, probably because of what oj said, and you whisper back and giggle.

at one point you’re both in her bed laying side by side and she sits up, “we should make a movie together,” and you laugh, taking another puff, “yeah what about?”

she shrugs, “ion know screen writer, make up something right now, go,” she says and you sit up to face her as she takes the juul from your hands and smokes herself.

you think for a bit, “umm, someone finds out they’re in an alternate dimension and they have to kill a scary deer to get out,”

em laughs hard, “what the fuck? why a deer?”

you laugh back, “deers are scary, man, why do they look like that? that one episode of adventure time fucked me up for life. yknow that deer with the hands? creepy as fuck.” you say and smoke after her, watching her eyes.

she smiles at you, “nah, another idea, go,”

“maybe you’re trapped in the desert and every time you think someone is watching you, you get relocated and changed memories,” em smokes, and nods, “okay then how do they get out?”

you shrug, “you said pitch not full movie,” and she laughs again and passes you the juul and you inhale. she’s staring at you, you note and it makes that slight pulse in your body go from slight to extreme. you murmur shifting, “why you staring at me, em?” trying to maintain innocence.

she’s so bold so she says, “cuz you’re cute. and i wanna kiss you,” you look at her lips and lick yours, “and i think you wanna kiss me too, yeah?”

you nod, leaning a bit closer, and she leans too, “you can kiss me if you want, gorgeous,” and you sigh and lean forward, smashing your faces into one another as you grab her neck.

fuck, her lips are so soft and you feel her moan against you and pull you closer. her chapstick tastes like mango and you moan against her right back and wrap your arms entirely around her neck.

she moves you a little, and now you’re on your back, she on top of you, kissing and licking all over your mouth and rubbing up and down your sides. fuck, you feel your underwear get soaked so quickly, trying to close your legs to hide it and em stops you and pulls away, “uh uh, lemme see,” she whispers into your ear and you gasp and nod and let your legs fall open.

she kisses down your clothed chest and sighs before beginning to open your jeans. you sigh, watching her slowly move before she stops entirely, almost like an idea comes to her head,

“hey, did you still wanna make a movie with me?” em says all the way breathless and you gasp, catching the innuendo. you smile, “yeah, yeah, i do,”

she laughs a bit and kisses a small, “hold on,” in your leg and gets up to dig around for her camera. once found, she places it on the dresses opposite to her bed and clicks record and makes sure you’re both in frame, smiling.

you begin to take your shirt off, feeling the arousal you felt all the way in the your finger tips as em climbs back onto the bed and kisses you breathless once more. she pushes you back in the bed again, hovering over you and groping your breasts with her cold hands.

she kisses down your neck and turn your head, sighing, making eye contact with the flashing red light of the camera. you smile and moan again as she takes your bra off single handedly and begins to suck on your nipples. you arch up, moaning, fuck, being high had made you sensitive.

she laughs a bit, nipple still between her teeth, and licks down to your still opened jeans. you sigh out, “fuck, em, hurry,” and she mumbles “yeah,” against you as your jeans come off and all that’s left is your pretty pink underwear, damp and sticky.

“so cute,” she whispers in your thighs and kisses you there as you flinch and sigh, “please, please, baby, i need you, don’t tease,”

she looks up at you and swears, suddenly moving your underwear to the side and putting her whole mouth on your pussy. you arch up and moan loudly, a small yell of her name comes out of your mouth as your hands find hers against your thighs.

fuck, em is a messy eater, so focused on consuming you that you hear all the sloppy and wet noises coming from your pussy. you moan at it, the thought of how eager you are exciting you beyond compare and all your senses completely over spiked. god being high during sex is actually crazy, you think slightly as you moan again, and whisper, “haaa, em, em, i’m close, i’m gonna cum, baby,”

she nods against you, letting you know she heard you and grabs your hands again and squeezes them twice, a small ‘go ahead’ is all you need. you moan aloud, back arching and you squeeze your eyes close as silent moans fall from your mouth, gasps and breathless whimpers escape you. she holds you down through it and even when you’re done, she sucks gently against your clit and you moan in overstimulation, “em, em, em, hahh, stop baby, i can’t—” you say breathless and she pulls away, chin dripping.

she takes your underwear off full and sits you up to kiss her, tasting yourself on her tongue. you moan in her mouth and kiss her deeply as you begin to take her underwear off as well, her hoodie and bra already gone. you kiss down her toned stomach until you get to her pussy, so pretty and dripping and you look back up at her,

her eyes are hooded, “whatever you wanna do,” she whispers back and you grin, standing up on your knees and pulling her in for another kiss before rubbing your hand over her lips and separating them and feeling her slick, fuck, she’s really wet. you hear her moan into the kiss as your fingers enter her, her pussy already accepting two and she breaks the kiss to let out a choked moan, “fuck,” is all she can whisper, still trying to keep her voice down.

she holds onto your shoulders as you finger her, biting back her moans as she clenches around you. you take another look into the camera and whisper, “i bet you’ll look so good on tape, em,” and she bucks against you, sighing a “yeah, fuck,” out for only you to hear.

she’s already about to cum, just as fast as you did, and you encourage her, “go ahead,” and she twitches against you and stumbles a moan down her throat, still trying to be quiet. you moan at the feeling her clench around you and it takes a minute before she’s done and you pull your fingers out and sigh, bringing them to your lips and sucking. she looks at you breathless and pulls you in for another kiss, and you both can taste the other on your lips.

fuck, this is really hot.

em pulls away first, and sighs, “you wanna keep going or you good?” and you smile as you rub your hands down her back, “what else did you have in mind?”

“i got my strap in my dresser if you were okay with that,” she says so causally and you laugh a bit, both still high and shocked at her boldness, “you want me to fuck you or the other way around?” you say and lay back down and she hovers above you smiling, grabbing the juul you both had discarded on the pillows and smoking, puffing the air in your face, “nah, i can fuck you, you fuck me tomorrow,”

you raise an eyebrow, “who said im finna be here tomorrow?” you joke and reach for the juul and inhale, “i know you gon spend the night so what’s the point in lying about it? you can stay over by the way, i wouldn’t want to end our movie so soon,” she says and points to the camera and you laugh,

“okay, well fuck me then. i am the star after all right?” you ask and she leans down and smirks, “yeah, yeah you are,” and captures your mouth once again. you kiss for a while before she pulls away and reaches for the nightstand and pulls out her lube and strap, you glance at it, “pink, of course,” you joke and she smirks back at you, “don’t tell me you like the flesh ones,”

you laugh as she grabs her boxers and puts them on, “i mean i’m not opposed,” you clarify and she mocks disgust, laughing slightly, and nodding as she puts the strap on and grabs the lube, but you stop her, “can i?” you whisper and she looks at you before licking her lips and nodding, leaning back slightly and you climb on top of her, squirting some lube on your hand and stroking her slightly.

em curses, watching, her pupils blown wide, fuck, you’re both still high as hell, you totally forgot. the nicotine is setting deep in your veins that it feels like a light pulse, a soft guiding voice, even, and you lean forward and capture her mouth again, before completely settling on her pelvis, pushing back so your entirely on top.

she reaches around you and starts groping your butt and you moan lowly in her mouth once two fingers into your pussy, scissoring slightly to open you up. youre still stroking her as she fingers you and you can’t help but moan at the thought of what you are doing might look like on the tape you’re making. you release her mouth, “ready?” you ask breathless and she moans back a “yeah,” and takes her fingers out.

you adjust yourself completely and hover slightly above her strap and she watches you carefully as you lower yourself and you both let out moans of excitement as you feel her enter you and sit complacent on her lap. you moan again, the feeling of em inside you paired with the subtly of being high in your body has you completely overwhelmed. you feel em rubbing your thigh and she sits up slightly, “hey,” she whispers to you and you open the eyes you didn’t know you had closed,

“you good?” she says, completely sincerely, and you sigh and wrap your arms around her neck and pull her close, “yeah, yeah, i’m good. you feel good,” you whisper back, and she nods along, rubbing your back and butt, waiting for you to adjust. she kisses against your neck, muttering, “yeah? you want me to move?” and you nod, your legs suddenly and completely giving out and she nods too, thrusting up slightly and you moan aloud, the movement making your back arch into her.

em comes back to look at you for confirmation that you’re okay and you nod, “yeah keep going,” and she starts, completely thrusting into you and holding you steady on top of her and you moan again, “fuck, oh fuck me, baby,” and she sighs, kissing and biting at your neck.

you feel her moving you, and inside you, and you’re suddenly on your back and she’s holding your legs up as she thrusts with long, fluid thrusts that cause you to toss your head back into her sheets and moan aloud again, “auhhhhgg fuck, fuck em right there,” you say incoherent, her dick and her nicotine literally making you speechless. she plays with your clit in her left hand and grabs your legs and spreads them wider, “feel good?” she says breathless, and all you can do is nod, so high in two different ways, your skin feels like it’s melting, your mind completely lost in the feeling.

the heat you felt suddenly pooled all over your body, fuck, how long had em been fucking you? you felt like you were completely delirious, and all you could do was moan out slurs of pleasure and em’s name. em seemed to be lost in you as well, her thrusts getting sloppy and her speech slurring like yours, fuck, you felt like you were going to cum.

you tried to warn her, “hahhhh, em, cum — cumming, i feel it, i feel it,” and she may have heard you but em was completely invested in your legs, rubbing them up and down and holding you thighs open so she could look right at your pussy as she fucked you. you toss your head back and groan, frustrated you literally couldn’t talk but that feeling soon came to pass as your orgasm slowly climbed up your entire body and you feel your pussy begin to ache.

your moans change in tone, gathering at the back of your throat and getting higher and em wakes up, “oh, fuck, you’re gonna cum? is that what you were saying?” and you nod and feel her lean down, keeping her pace and she whispers, “look at me baby,” you look at her in her eyes and whine, not being able to hold contact, and she sighs, kissing your neck and your body twitches and you wrap your arms around her and moan, completely letting go as you hear her encouragement in your ears— “cum for me baby, go ahead lemme feel you, i gotchu baby, let go,”— making your head ring a high pitched noise.

you let out an elongated, “fuckkkkkk,” and let yourself go entirely, legs twitching and you feel your pussy clench around em’s strap and she moans too, slowing her thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm and you let it too, your orgasm feels long, like hours pass, and you’re sure it isn’t but being high as completely overwhelmed your senses and you feel your body unravel on itself.

you let out high pitched moans of over stimulation once you’ve finished and em pulls out quickly, kissing your face and mouth, shushing you and rubbing your pussy lightly with her hands. your buck again, “ahhmm, fuck! fuck, fuck, em,” and she coaxes you through it. she lays next to you and pants as you calm down, and she laughs a bit as she checks the time on her phone,

“bruh we’ve been fucking for three hours,” she says, sounding high as shit, and you laugh too breathless, opening your eyes slowly and blinking up at her, “then we’ve been filming for three hours, too, yeah?” you say still panting and she looks over at the camera and chuckles, “yeah i guess we have. you good?” she asks again and you sit up, still twitching, “yeah i’m good. your turn?” you joke and em’s eyes widen,

she practically barks out, “girl go to bed, i told you tomorrow!” and em gets up as you lay back down and laugh. she takes off her boxers and walks over to the camera and shuts it off. you see her wobble slightly as she gets up but you don’t mention it, you just slightly chuckle to yourself.

she comes back to bed with a long shirt and head wrap in her hands already having her shirt and wrap on. you smile and mutter a “thank you” and em lays next to you, sighing.

you lay back, the sounds of crickets and horses outside drifting you to sleep, before you say, “did you really think my script was just a self insert?” you turn to look at her and her eyes are closed so you try to drop it before you hear, “no, no i didn’t. its… it’s good. i’m kinda jealous. i wish i could write as well as you,”

you turn on your side and she does too, looking into your eyes as deeply as you are hers, “you want me to read your stuff?” you whisper sincerely, and she nods, “just— just don’t make fun, alright? i’m more camera work, so if it’s not as good, don’t say nothing,” you smile, she’s so defensive, it’s cute.

“okay.” you whisper back and feel sleep override you, as your eyes drift close. em leans over and kisses your temple, sweet, and whispers back, “i want you to stay with me,” and you hear it, as quietly as she tries to hide it, it still reaches your ears.

you smile harder, slightly asleep and say, “i will,” like it’s a promise, because you know it is.

“yeah it’s good, better than yo shit that’s for sure,” you hear in the morning as you wake up,

“nigga, shut up, that wasn’t the point damn, i was just telling you her stuff is good,” you hear em’s voice retort back and you hear a deep laugh and then some more shushed whispers and you sit up slightly, checking the time, 9:58 am, damn you’re happy as fuck you don’t have to work today.

you get out of bed and the floors creak and the whispers suddenly stop and you hear footsteps come to em’s door, “hey you up?” and you yawn back a “yeah,”

she opens the door and greets you again, standing at the door in some shorts and big crop top and some boots, “me and oj, we’re gonna go get some breakfast, you wanna come?” you smile, and get up and walk up to her,

“yeah, as long as we can make the next part of our movie tonight,” and you rush out the door before she can say anything but you hear her laugh from behind you.

whewwww em come home!! anways i hope you guys enjoyed i send in more requests!! i love reading them and you can always dm me if don’t wanna send it anonymously whatever you want just let me know!

bye y’all happy holidays!!

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perspectivestarters · 11 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part III)

"SLUT!"

Being this young is art.

What if all I need is you?

Got love-struck, went straight to my head.

Got lovesick all over my bed.

Love to think you’ll never forget.

Lovelorn and nobody knows

I'll pay the price, you won't.

If I’m all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us.

If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

If I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love.

Everyone wants him, that was my crime.

The wrong place at the right time.

In a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

We’ll pay the price, I guess.

This is luxury.

You're not sayin' you're in love with me.

It might blow up in your pretty face.

SAY DON'T GO

I've known it from the very start, we’re a shot in the darkest dark.

It won't stop.

Halfway out the door, but it won't close

I'm holdin' out hope for you.

Say, "Don't go".

I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go".

Why'd you have to lead me on?

Why’d you have to twist the knife?

Walk away and leave me bleedin’?

Why’d you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?

Now your silence has me screamin'.

You kiss me and it stops time.

I'm yours, but you're not mine.

Why'd you have to make me want you?

Why'd you have to give me nothin' back?

Why'd you have to make me love you?

I said, "I love you".

NOW THAT WE DON'T TALK

I heard from everybody.

You part the crowd like the Red Sea.

Did you get anxious though, on the way home?

I guess I'll never, ever know.

You grew your hair long.

You got new icons.

From the outside it looks like you're tryin' lives on.

I miss the old ways.

You didn't have to change.

I guess I don't have a say.

She said that it was for the best.

The more I gave, you'd want me less.

I cannot be your friend.

I pay the price of what I lost.

What do you tell your friends we shared dinners, long weekends with?

I can't pretend it's platonic.

She said to get it off my chest.

Remind myself the way you faded 'til I left.

I don't have to pretend I like acid rock.

Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk.

Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk.

SUBURBAN LEGENDS

You had people who called you on unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision.

All was quickly forgiven.

You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious.

I didn't come here to make friends.

We were born to be suburban legends.

When you hold me, it holds me together.

You kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever.

I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school.

You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out.

I know that you still remember.

We were born to be national treasures.

You told me we'd get back together.

I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it.

You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined.

IS IT OVER NOW?

You still wouldn't go.

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later.

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters.

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor.

You search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater.

Was it over when she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

Was it over then?

Is it over now?

Your new girl is my clone.

Did you think I didn't see you?

At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight.

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs.

Oh, Lord, I think about jumpin' off of very tall somethings just to see you come runnin'.

Say the one thing I've been wanting.

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later.

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her.

You search in every model's bed for somethin' greater.

SWEETER THAN FICTION

You never saw it comin'.

Now you've come undone.

Wish I could make it better.

Someday, you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever.

I will say, "I knew it all along".

This life is sweeter than fiction.

All you got are your shattered hopes.

They never saw it comin'.

Now you're on to somethin'.

Proved me right when you proved them wrong.

It's like we don't remember the rain we thought would last forever and ever.

All at once, the rest is history.

Look at you now.

You've made us proud.

You know that I'll be there time and again.

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rearranged-fanfic · 5 months

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New Chapter, Ah Yeah!

Excerpts below the cut

(Spoilers, duh)

Excerpt 1:

“What’s going on?” Honestly, I’m not sure I want to know. Akemi smiles pleasantly. “Settling a difference of opinion.” “On my front porch?” I inquire dryly. At that moment, Takuma’s eyes get wide and he points at me, excitement coloring his tone. “Oh, you’re outside by yourself! Heck yeah!” “My wardens decided to lessen my sentence a bit.” “’Bout time!” he crows, delighted. “Thought you were gonna die of boredom if you stayed locked up much longer.” “Well, it was either that or killing them for entertainment.” I shrug nonchalantly, like I hadn’t just inserted murderous intentions into a normal conversation. I wait for them to take that as a joke and laugh, but they just kind of look at the ground awkwardly. …Okay? They’re acting weird. “Don’t you attract Spirits, though? Are you safe?” Akemi points out. And when I pull out the charm that Gojo gave me, Takuma elbows forward to take the glass bead in his palm. His eyebrows scrunch up cutely and he leans in super close. All Sorcerers apparently abhor personal space. Which is all well and good until Beans launches herself from my cleavage in a sneak attack, clasping onto the younger teen’s face with her wings. Takuma lets out an undignified ‘eep’, scrambling backwards. That’s what he gets for muscling his way into my bubble. If only Beans could do that to Gojo—I’d have the ultimate protector, saving me form touchy-feely weirdos. He pulls the Shiki off, sucking in air and fanning himself like a dainty woman about to faint. Beans comes back to rest on the top of my head, planting herself on my crown and letting out a tiny, angry roar. I reach up to stroke under her chin with my finger. Good beans, I think affectionately. Takuma finally collects himself, even as his sister has to hold her gut form laughing at his misfortune. “You have a charm like Ieiri,” the young Sorcerer notes. I immediately note the lack of honorific, but don’t really think much of it. Instead, it’s his words that get my attention. I peer down at the blue bead. “She has one too, huh?” I guess that makes sense; Gojo is all about fiercely guarding the two people he actually cares about in this world. And now he’s offered the same protection to his precious little informant. I should feel privileged, but him walking in on my masturbation session because of this little charm still lives in my head rent free. “It’s on her wrist,” he says, gesturing to his own. I think back and try to remember if I’d noticed a bracelet before, but I’m not really that observant. At least I know to ask about it next time she pops up, I guess. It’d be nice to know exactly what this charm can do, beside allow Gojo to be the world’s most efficient stalker-slash-cockblock. I shake my head to clear out the fuzz and offer my guests a little grin. “So, what brings you guys here?” “Oh, Ma told us to come check—” Akemi throws her hand over her brother’s mouth, cutting him off. “To check to see if you could help me with something!” she says a bit too excitedly. “What do you need help with?” I ask, distrust laced through my words. “I’m having trouble in English class, and I know that it’s your first language. Do you think you can help me?” Uh huh. Well, that’s not suspicious at all. They’re clearly here to appease their mom. And they’re fibbing about it. I cross my arms and raise a single eyebrow questioningly, doubt painted over my features. Akemi holds up what looks to be a backpack, shaking it as though in offering. Clever, bringing an item to use as an excuse. The other young woman puts on her best puppy dog face, making her green eyes appear large and watery all while her lower lip quivers ever so slightly. I’m a sucker, I think with resignation as I step aside to welcome them in.

Excerpt 2:

I pinch off a section of cake, offering it to her as tribute. The sweet treat is quickly gobbled up, and she sniffs at my fingers for more. I roll my eyes at the gluttonous Shiki and give her another sizeable chunk. This one, she eats a little slower. And when she’s done, she gives me a friendly nip at the tip of my thumb and a sweet chirp. Content with the cake for now, she curls up around my throat and prepares to sleep. I note that she bites her own tail so that she doesn’t slip off backwards. I have a living necklace, I think. When I pat her, she wriggles to get closer to me, letting out a contented sigh. Somebody’s affectionate today. Then again, she’s been clingy since this morning for whatever reason. Rolling my eyes at the silly creature, I peer down at my phone. Time to see what’s up next on my adventure. I scroll for a few minutes, listening to the whistling snores that my Shiki puts off like it’s the most soothing music known to man. A shadow falls over me, blocking the light, but I ignore it. Until somebody clears their throat. “Excuse me, Miss.” I think I’ve heard the voice before, but I’m not quite sure where. Maybe he’s another friendly character from the manga? Then I roll my eyes at the thought. Yeah, right. What are the odds of meeting another manga character in a city as bis as Tokyo? He’s probably just some dude that I’ve met in passing—maybe the clerk at the hotel I stayed at my first night here?

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Finn Mikaelson x reader - everything right

Can you write a cute finn(tvd) x reader with any storyline you want cuz I don't think I have seen many fics bout him - Anon💜

Sitting on the step outside the mansion, you sighed to yourself as stared at all the cars parked out the front.

“It’s a ball, you should be inside.”

Looking up at Caroline, you gave a small shrug.

“I don’t even want to be here. This blows.”

“Come on, have some fun!” She laughed softly.

You shook your head at her and stuff up, smoothing down your shirt as you adjusted your jacket.

“I’m here because I have to be, not cause I want to be. I’m off to sit in my car, call me if you need me.”

With that, you walked away and made you way over to the far side of the rows of cars.

Looking at the old truck, you climbed up the side and over it, setting yourself into the back as you stared up at the sky.

You passed some time playing games, scrolling through your phone and watching the stars.

When you heard someone approaching you put your phone down and sat up, coming face to face with a man you hadn’t seen before.

“Are you not enjoying the ball?” He asked.

“Not really, no offence.”

“None taken, allow me to introduce myself, Finn Mikaelson, pleasure to meet you.”

Looking at his outstretched hand, you shrugged slightly and shook it.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you I guess.”

He smiled softly at you and turned back to the door before turning around to face you once again.

“If you do not enjoy being here, how come you stay?”

You sighed.

“I promised I’d stay, hence the casual clothes. I had no intention of actually going inside.”

Finn nodded his head and gestured to the truck.

“May I?”

You narrowed your eyes at the original, you didn’t know much about him, but then again no one did, he’d been staked for the last 900 years.

Finally, you nodded your head, and he hopped over, sitting on the other side of the truck bed to you.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You asked.

“Not at the moment no, I have some time, and you look like you could do with the company.”

You laughed a little and nodded your head.

“Yeah I guess so.”

You guys sat talking for a little while, you were telling him about the things he’d missed out on, and explain some things he was curious about.

Suddenly he looked up before turning to you with a gentle smile.

“Apologies love, I must go.”

“Don’t sweat it, go ahead.”

“It was a pleasure talking to you, perhaps we can talk again some time?”

You hummed and nodded.

“Sure, ask Elijah to give you my number.”

“Of course, thank you again, and here.”

He handed you his blazer and before you could protest the vampire was gone.

You folded it and set it in your lap, going back to your phone.

You were responsible for dropped a very pissed of Damon at home, and when you had you drive back to your home.

Carrying the blazer in, you looked at it and draped it over a chair before heading upstairs to sleep.

You didn’t have anything else to do, so you slept on, in and when you woke up you saw a message from an unknown number and one from Elijah.

Unknown: hello (Y/N), it is Finn, we met last night. My brother agreed to give me your number

Elijah: My brother Finn asked for your number, I remember you tell me he could have it. I hope you don’t mind I gave it to him.

Telling Elijah it was okay, you saved Finn’s number and sent him a text.

All day you guys spent texting, and you couldn’t wipe the smile of your face.

For an original vampire he was humble, and kind.

You spent the next few days talking to one another before he finally asked if you guys could meet up.

So you did, you met him at the park and the pair of you just wondered around.

You talked about everything and anything, he told you about his life before he was a vampire, but he enjoyed hearing about your life.

The things you did, things you liked and didn’t like.

Sitting on a bench, you watched him sit down.

“I’ve enjoyed these past few days talking with you.” He said softly.

“Same, it’s a nice difference from everything going on.”

You watched his smile fall slightly and you frowned.

“Finn?”

“You… are aware of what your friends are doing, right?”

“Yeah, they’re going to kill Klaus.”

Finn nodded his head.

“Yes, my mother is also going to kill Niklaus, along with the rest of us.”

“What?!”

Finn quickly turned around to face you.

“We are all linked, if one dies, so do the rest of us. My mother is going t sacrifice me in a few weeks.”

“Finn.. you.. you can’t!”

“We should never have been made (Y/N), we are abominations to nature, we must fix the balance.”

You frowned a little, you could tell from his tone you weren’t going to change his mind, make him reconsider things.

Sadly you nodded your head.

“Okay, well until we’ll have to make the most of it.”

So you did, every day you spent with him, letting him live a normal life and catch up on all the things we missed.

And when it came to the day he was supposed to die, you couldn’t bring yourself to see him, so you didn’t, you told him you had to go out of town and that you’d never forget him.

Muting your phone, you spent the whole day asleep, hoping to rid the pain you were feeling.

He deserved so much, but he wanted to die. He didn’t want to live anymore.

A knocking on your door woke you up, and tiredly you padded down the stairs and tossed it open.

You stared at the man on the other side.

“Hello sweetheart…” Finn whispered.

You took a step closer to him and slapped him across the face.

“I deserve that.”

Reaching up, you lightly hugged him and he held you back.

“No you don’t, I’m just mad at you…”

“Forgive me, but I did not want to die. I did, I was tired, but you’ve made see that maybe living is not so bad. At least with you here I can handle it.”

You smiled and took a step away from him.

“Come in.”

Finn smiled softly at you and you watched as he walked in.

He was captivated by you, amazed by you.

Everything he had decided he didn’t want to wait for he found in you, the reason he wanted to live was you.

Everything seemed to be because of you, and he wanted to explore it more

#the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #Finn Mikaelson #Finn Mikaelson x reader #Finn Mikaelson imagine

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Mukami Prologue

ー The scene starts on the way home from school

Yui: ( I completely lost track of time while busy finishing all of my duties for the day (1) )

( I’m hungry as well, so I better hurry home...Ah! )

Hey, Ruki-kun!

Ruki: ...

Yui: ( Huh? I guess he didn’t hear me? )

ー Yui runs up to him

Yui: ...Ruki-kun?

Ruki: ...Aah, it’s you. My bad. I was a bit lost in thought.

Yui: Thinking about tonight’s dinner, perhaps?

Ruki: ...As if.

Yui: R-Right...! I’m a little hungry right now, so it just blurted out...

Ruki: ...You sure are carefree, aren’t you?

I’ll make pot-au-feu tonight. You should come grocery shopping with me.

Yui: S-Sure.

( ...I wonder if something is weighing down heavy on his mind? )

( He seemed a little out of it when I called out to him... )

ー The scene shifts to the supermarket

Yui: Check it out. They’ve got a food fair going on.

Seems like they’ve got fresh vegetables straight from the farm. Why don’t we use this opportunity to buy from the...

Ruki: ...

Yui: ...Ruki-kun?

Ruki: Ah...Right. Guess I’ll go have a look.

ー He walks away

Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like something is up with Ruki-kun today... )

( He keeps spacing out, I wonder what’s wrong with him? )

*TIMESKIP*

Ruki: ...They’re all organic, huh?

*Rustle*

Ruki: I have to admit, they seem to be on par with the vegetables and fruits from Yuma’s garden.

...

Yui: ( I can’t imagine that a Vampire such as Ruki-kun would be sick but... )

( I can’t help but be worried about him... )

...Is something the matter? Are you feeling a bit under the weather, perhaps?

Ruki: No, that’s not it. It’s just ... ーー

*Rustle*

Ruki: ...

Yui: ( He’s staring intently at the apple in his hand...? )

Ruki: ...Yui. Do you like your life here?

Yui: Of course I do.

...Ah, if you’re worried about the fact that I’m Eve, that has already been...

( I heard that the Sakamaki brothers have inherited Karlheinz-san’s powers but... )

( Right now, I would much rather stay together with the Mukami family. )

( I wonder if Ruki-kun was worried about me because of that...? )

Ruki: I see... ーー !?

ー Somebody bumps into Ruki

*Thud*

???: ーー !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Ah, the apple fell on the floor... )

Ruki: ーー Watch out. Look at where you’re going.

???: Ah, my bad.

*Rustle*

???: I’ll buy this apple. ...Problem solved, right?

Ruki: No thank you. I’ll be buying that oーー

*Rustle*

ー The mysterious guy takes a bite of the apple

*Chomp*

???: Nn...Nom...

Ahaha! Too bad! I already took a bite out of it!

Ruki: ...

Yui: ( He’s kind of creepy. He looks to be around the same age as us though... )

( Besides...I’m kind of worried about the man who has been standing behind him the whole time, staring directly at us. )

( Could they be friends? Or his older brother perhaps...? )

???: ...

Yui: ( ...Our eyes met!? )

Yuma: ーー Nn?

ー Yuma walks up to them

Yuma: What’s up, my dudes? Whatcha doin’ over here?

Yui: Yuma-kun...!

Ruki: Where do I even begin? This guy... ーー

...

Yui: ( The boy from earlier just vanished...!? )

( The guy standing behind him as well... )

Yuma: God, you’re makin’ zero sense. There’s nobody here.

Ruki, could it be that the exhaustion is gettin’ to ya and you’ve begun hallucinatin’?

Ruki: There’s no way...

Yui: E-Exactly. I saw that boy as well after all...

Yuma: Hmm. Is that so?

...But Ruki, for real mate, are ya alright?

If there’s anythin’ ya wanna share with us, hurry up and tell me already.

Ruki: There’s nothing, really.

Yuma: ...

Ruki: ...I’ll go pay for our groceries. You guys should wait outside.

ー Ruki walks away

Yuma: ーー Ah, oi!

Yui: ( Ruki-kun... )

Yuma: Haah...God, I’ve got myself one handful of a big bro.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Anyway, let’s step out for now just like Ruki told us. I’m sure ya get exhausted from bein’ ‘round all these people as well, right?

Yui: T-Thanks. But are you sure? Didn’t you come here for a reason...?

Yuma: Don’t worry ‘bout me. Since we ran into each other anyway, I’ll at least carry yer bags.

...Seems like Ruki already has plenty of worries of his own after all.

Yui: ( ...! Yuma-kun noticed... )

Yeah, thanks.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts back to the road

Yui: ...Haah.

( Ruki-kun is taking an awfully long time... )

Yuma: ーー Idiot.

ー He flicks her forehead

*Smack*

Yui: Ow...!?

Yuma: Ya think that frown of yers will solve anythin’?

Yui: I-I guess you’re right. I’m sorry, Yuma-kun...

Yuma: ...But ya know what it is? Ruki tends to always keep everythin’ to himself.

I don’t understand what’s so bad ‘bout askin’ his brothers or you for advice tho.

Yui: Yeah...

Yuma: I can’t really relate to that. But I guess it can’t be helped since it hasn’t been that long since that guy kicked the bucket, huh...?

Yui: ...

Monologue

Ever since Karlheinz-san,

has passed away,

Ruki-kun’s started behaving somewhat oddly.

Of course, he considers him not just his life savior,

but also a father figure,

so we can hardly blame him for it...

However, I can’t help but feel,

that rather than him grieving over his death,

he seems distressed in some way.

Karlheinz-san’s overwhelming powers,

as well as the position of Vampire King,

right now...they have been entrusted to the Sakamaki brothers.

That might also be something,

which weighs down heavy on Ruki-kun’s mind.

Because the Mukami brothers,

were never even given the right,

to inherit his powers or the throne.

That was proven by the fact,

that they did not qualify,

to become Adam.

ーー Furthermore,

if you also consider the fact that I am Eve.

Then it only makes sense,

that it is my destiny to one day,

get together with whoever succeeds to become Adam amongst the Sakamaki brothers.

Yui: ( ...Still, I no longer intend to live my life as Eve. )

( It is the Mukami family who truly matters to me after all... )

Yuma: ーー Oh. Seems like he’s finally on his way.

Oi, don’t be spacin’ out now. Let’s go.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yuma: ...Is somethin’ goin’ on?

Yui: Yeah...I wonder what it is?

( A crowd of girls is holding their phone up to the sky and taking pictures? )

Ruki: Seems like that live broadcast (2) is to blame.

Yui: That is...Kou-kun!?

( Seems like it’s a commercial for some kind of mobile game. Kou-kun’s face is displayed on all of the screens. )

( Kou-kun’s so amazing. He really is incredibly popular...! )

Yuma: I feel like I haven’t seen his face in a while.

Ruki: ...It’s true that Kou has been passionately devoting himself to his job as of late.

He stays away from home for extended periods of time more frequently than before. I will not deny that, however...

Yui: ( ...It does feel a little lonely. We haven’t seen him for a few days now. )

( I miss him. )

ー Somebody suddenly covers her eyes

*Rustle*

Yui: ーー Kyah!?

???: Fufu, guess who?

Yui: T-This voice...

ー Kou suddenly shows up in front of her

Kou: Hey there, M-neko-chan~

You weren’t there when I got back home, so I came all the way here to look for you.

Anyway, Ruki-kun! Those bags...Are the groceries for tonight’s dinner inside of there!?

Ruki: Yes, exactly.

Kou: Are you perhaps making Vongole Bianco to treat me after all of my hard work!?

Ruki: ...We’re having pot-au-feu tonight.

Kou: Ehー? Rude! Why!?

Yuma: Hehe. Suck it up, mate.

Ruki: Maybe you should let me know when you will be back if you want to eat your preferred menu.

I wouldn’t go out of my way to cook Vongole Bianco when you’re not eating with us.

Kou: ...Fine.

Anyway...Where is Azusa-kun? He’s not with you guys?

Yui: Yeah. We all just kind of ran into each other by sheer coincidence...

Kou: Which means that Azusa-kun might be sitting all alone at home right now?

Hmー We better hurry home quickly or things could get sticky...

Yuma: Right. That guy tends to really take that sorta thing to heart...

Yui: Really?

Ruki: Enough with the chit-chat. Let’s go home already.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Mukami manor

Azusa: Welcome home, guys.

Yui: We’re back, Azusa-kun. Sorry it took us so long...

Azusa: No. It’s fine...

Still, how nice you all got to walk home together...

Yui: ( ...This feels a little awkward. It wasn’t the intention to leave him out. )

Yuma: Don’t take it to heart, Azusa. We just happened to run into each other.

Kou: Exactly! I managed to spot them at the perfect time from inside the car because Yuma-kun’s so tall!

So it’s not like we were trying to avoid you on purpose, you see? Right, Ruki-kun.

Ruki: Of course. Don’t ask such silly questions.

Azusa: ...Yeah. Thanks, guys.

Yui: ( Thank god. Seems like he’s smiling again. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

Kou: Nn...Nom...Nnh...

Nn~ Delicious! Nothing beats Ruki-kun’s home-cooking! Ahー! Yuma-kun!

*Cling*

Yuma: Nn...Aah? What?

Kou: Over there on your fork! Don’t go snatching the chicken from my plate!

Yuma: As if I’d be so crazy as to eat anythin’ from yer plate. This piece was always mine.

Kou: Ehー? You’re lying! I’m positive about it!

Ruki: ーー Kou, Yuma. I’d appreciate it if you could try and dine in peace.

Why don’t you try and learn from Azusa and Yui’s table manners a little?

Yui: Eh? M-Mine...?

( I don’t think mine are good enough to set an example... )

Azusa: Here, Eve. This is for you...

It’s a slice of carrot cut into the shape of a heart...Isn’t it cute?

Yui: Fufu. Thank you, Azusa-kun.

Yuma: ...Haah. So we just gotta watch how Azusa flaunts his charm offensive.

Kou: I’ll just enjoy my meal...

*Cling*

Yui: ( It’s so much fun to eat all together. )

( If only these kinds of peaceful moments could last forever... )

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: ...Phew, I’m completely stuffed!

Azusa: Kou, you made a mess around the table. You have to clean up after yourself...

Kou: Hey, Ruki-kun.

Ruki: ...

Kou: Ruki-kun...?

Yui: ( He’s acting the same as before. )

Ruki: ...I’m sorry for not speaking up sooner.

...There is actually something I have to tell you guys.

Yui: Eh...?

Monologue

With a complicated expression on his face,

Ruki-kun delivered the news to us.

The information we received,

was reported to him by his Familiars...

ーー As we speak, their old home Eden,

is at risk of falling into ruin.

The others were at a loss of words,

by this sudden revelation.

The current situation,

in which Karlheinz-san has passed away,

and his powers were inherited by his sons of the Sakamaki family,

is having its effects on Eden itself.

On top of that, it appears that this state of disarray,

has led the Founders amongst other Demon species,

to start making concrete plans,

to steal the sovereignty over the Demon World away from them.

ーー The Demon World is amidst a true crisis right now.

Yui: ...No way...

( I can’t believe that Eden, the place they spent so much time, is about to be lost. )

( On top of that...The Sakamaki brothers are being targeted by many other Demons, aren’t they? )

( What to do? )

Kou: ーー Don’t worry, M-neko-chan. I mean, it’s none of our concern, is it?

We don’t owe those guys anything, so we don’t need to worry about them either, right?

Yui: ...Ugh...

Ruki: I agree. However...

That place which was known to be the epicentre of all magic was truly a Paradise.

Knowing that someone might overtake and destroy it is just very difficult for me to accept...

Kou: Ah...

Yui: ( Makes sense. I’m sure that place holds many memories for them... )

( I suppose that’s the reason why he had been acting off for a while now. )

Yuma: ーー But ya know, it’s not like that place is still a home for us to return to, right...?

In that case...

Azusa: I disagree...

Yui: Azusa-kun?

Azusa: I won’t deny...That this might not be the Eden we once knew.

But still...That place is filled with memories we shared with Karlheinz-sama and one another.

That’s why...I don’t think we can say it’s none of our concern.

Yuma: Azusa...

Ruki: ...

Kou: Right...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room

*Thud*

Yui: ...Haah...

( In the end, dinner time ended without coming to a consensus... )

( But...Everyone’s having a hard time deciding because I’m here with them, right...? )

( Even though I have what it takes to become Eve. )

( I chose to stay here at the Mukami manor instead of remaining with the Sakamaki’s where a possible Adam resides... )

( Even though it was my own decision to be here... )

( It’s possible that the Sakamaki brothers are misunderstanding the situation and they think that it’s the Mukami family forcing me to do so and not giving me the chance to escape. )

( I mean...I’m kind of necessary...as an important factor for one of them to be able to awaken as Adam... )

( So if we go to Eden, it might not be easy to get them to work together... )

I wonder if it’s right for me to be here...?

ー Azusa approaches her

Azusa: Ah, Eve...

Yui: Azusa-kun, what’s wrong?

Azusa: I’m worried about you. I couldn’t leave you alone now...

*Rustle*

Azusa: This is...our personal issue. So there’s no reason for you to stress out over it.

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: Everything will be okay. So...Smile, please?

Yui: ...Thank you.

Kou: Ahーah. Azusa-kun stole all the glory.

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: This is our own decision.

If we want to gain something, then we have to give up something else in exchange.

...We’re all well aware of that, so you did nothing wrong, okay?

Yui: ...

Yuma: ...Haah. What’s with all the long faces?

It’s not set in stone that Eden will go to shit, right?

I’m sure there’s still plenty of stuff we can do, even if we can’t protect it directly?

Ruki: ...I guess we truly are brothers. We end up all sharing the same thoughts, whether we want to or not.

Azusa: Ruki...You were all worried about Eve...?

Yuma: Guess so. Can’t really turn yer back to someone who’s obviously feelin’ depressed, right?

Yui: Thanks, you guys...But I still think that...

Ruki: You want us to protect Eden?

Yui: ...

Ruki: ...In that case, I have a good suggestion.

I agree that everything comes at a price.

That is simply this world’s logic. And I don’t want to disregard that.

...However, I want to have the best of both worlds.

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Wait, Ruki-kun!? Are you being for real!?

Ruki: Yes, of course.

I don’t plan on letting those Sakamaki’s have her. Of course, we’ll also keep Eden safe.

...I’m sure that’s how you all feel deep down as well, isn’t it?

Yuma: Hehe. As to be expected of Ruki.

Kou: Now we’re talking!

Azusa: Yeah...!

Ruki: Well then, we’ll leave this place tomorrow morning. Go and get your own things packed until then.

Yui: ...!

ー The screen fades to black

Yui: ( I had already made my resolve. )

( That no matter what happens, I refuse to leave himーー )

[ CHOOSE RUKI ] [ CHOOSE KOU ] [ CHOOSE YUMA ] [ CHOOSE AZUSA ]

Translation notes

(1) At Japanese schools, they often do not employ (many) janitorial or cleaning staff. Instead, the students themselves are in charge of cleaning the classrooms, wiping the blackboard after classes, taking documents to the faculty room, etc. This is called 日直 or ‘nicchoku’ which literally means ‘day-duty’. Every day or week, other students are in charge of doing these tasks.

(2) Ruki uses the term ‘aurora vision’, which refers to the large TV screens you will often see on the sides of skyscrapers and other high buildings in big Japanese cities. They usually broadcast commercials and such.

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Darlin'

Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

Warning: cursing, smut (finally)

As the day went on, they acted as though this had been their life for the past twenty years. Lee looks at her with admiration for being so loving and attentive to him. He loved the way she cared for him as if she was his wife, Y/n surpassed anything Florence ever did for Lee. He did not know how he could live without her by his side.

Y/n put herself in a routine while staying with Lee. Every morning is spent preparing breakfast and making a list of tasks that need done for the day. Y/n had been keeping up with the house chores as if that was her home.

Her vacation days were coming to an end and she dreaded going back to her quaint apartment in the city. She loathed the idea of sleeping only with no one to hold her and bring her as much peace as Lee had over the past few weeks. Where she would make meals for herself and eat alone in unbearable silence.

She stared at Lee with guilt, she hated the thought of packing her belongings and leaving him here to fend for himself like the lonesome bachelor he once was. She didn't want to have the conversation but she couldn’t just pack up and leave. The puppy love that they shared made any separation much more difficult than it needed to be.

“Lee, I have to start packing tonight.” Y/n said with a saddened tone.

“What are you talking ‘bout Darlin’, did I do something to upset you?”

“Don’t be silly Lee, I’m not upset with you. I have to go back to work in a few days if I want to keep my job. So, I need to pack my things and go back to my place tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay Darlin’.” Lee said quietly. He looked like a child that had just broken their favorite toy. “I guess it has been a couple weeks now hasn’t it.”

Y/n heart broke at the sadness in his eyes and in his voice. She knew he would be okay without her but Lee is a sensitive man at heart and deep down dreaded being alone. Since he was not ready to go back to work he didn’t have anything to do except sit in his chair and wallow.

“If it wasn’t for my job I would stay with you Lee, but I can’t lose my job. I can give you my phone number and you can call whenever you’d like.” She said in an effort to reassure him.

She makes her way over to Lee in his chair. He looks up at her with sorrow and gestures for her to have a seat in his lap. She sat on his good leg and cuddled into his chest. He brought her into an embrace, holding her, afraid of losing her. Lee had never had someone care so much about him the way Y/n does. She made him feel like the only man in the world and he tried his best to make her feel the same. They sat quietly as Y/n rested her head on his chest and listened to the pounding of his heart and his steady breathing. They both stayed still in effort to make this moment last forever. Lee looked down and smiled at the sight in front of him, her breathing was heavy as she was resting in his embrace. Lee took his hand and brushed away the escaping locks of hair and tucked them behind her ear. He knew that no matter what would happen, he could never let her go. She was his breath of fresh air. He rubbed the outside of her thigh and made repetitive motions of drawing shapes and figures on her.

Lee let her rest for a while before he woke her with a gentle brush of her cheek as he called her name. She slowly opened her eyes and was met with Lee’s smile. He had never smiled a lot in life but it was contagious when he did. As she attempted to sit up Lee pulled her back into his arms. She giggled at his actions and continued her attempts.

“Lee you have to let me up, I need to get some cleaning done” she exclaimed as he tightened his grip and lightly tickled her sides.

“I’m not letting you go Darlin’, you belong right here with me” he chuckled

Their laughter died down as they locked eyes. They looked at one another for a few moments before they both began to lean in. They were interrupted by the doorbell. Y/n quickly hopped off of him and Lee slowly rose up from his chair. He hobbled to the door and was met by a familiar face on the other side. His deputy chief, Wilson, had dropped by to check on Lee.

“Wilson, good to see you. Is everything alright?” Lee questioned. Y/n curiously stood by his chair and made her way to the kitchen.

“Of course everything is alright, just wanted to check in on ya and see if you needed anything.”

“Well thank you, come on in and have a seat.” Lee opened the door and gestured for his guest to have a seat on the couch. The men seated themselves and began discussing Lee’s future return to work, Y/n made quick work in the kitchen and brought both men a glass of water. As she walked into the living room Wilson looked at her shocked to see that she was here. He continued their conversation waiting for her to leave the room before interrogating Lee.

“Lee, is that the lady who took care of you in the hospital?” He questioned

“Yes, but she is not just some lady. Her name is Y/n, she’s been helping me ‘round the house and taking good care of me.”

“So let me get this straight, you have a random woman you met at the hospital, living in your house and caring for you. And you have only known her for a couple weeks?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds crazy.” Lee chuckled. “Look, she is a really great gal. We both have feelings that we are figuring out and she has been keeping me in check. It happened quite fast but we are both comfortable with this arrangement. However, she is leaving in a day or two to go back to work.” Wilson sat there and shook his head in disbelief. He was ultimately confused with how they had been casually living together for the last few weeks like it was no big deal.

“That is quite the arrangement, just be careful Lee.”

“You have nothing to worry about Wilson, she’s a good one.” Wilson shook his head in utter disbelief. “Well I should get down the road before the misses sends out a search party, I’ll see you later Lee.” Lee bids him farewell as he lets himself out.

Lee gets up from his chair in order to find Y/n. He finds he in the kitchen was dishes wearing an apron to prevent her dress from getting wet. Lee walks up to her and wraps his arms around her waist pressing himself against her, burying his head in her neck. He peppers her skin in small pecks.

“Lee, I have to get this done, so I can start packing.”

“C’mon Darlin’ I want you to pay attention to me.” He pouts

She dries her hands and turns around to become face to face with Lee. he smiles as he grabs her thighs and lifts her onto the counter, she squeals in fear that he will drop her.

“Lee, don’t pick me up like that, you are gonna hurt yourself.”

“Darlin’, you can tell me what to do all you want, but I will never stop picking you up. And I must say you look mighty fine sitting all pretty up here for me. Just as gorgeous as the day I met ya.” He then presses his lips into her jaw and litters her with his kisses. Making his way up to her lips as he grabs at her thighs and hips. She drapes her arms over his shoulders as she snakes her hand into his hair holding him close. As they break away for air Lee looks her up and down taking in the sight in front of him. Her swollen lips turn into a smile as she catches his stares.

“A picture would last longer Lee” she remarks. “Now I really need to start packing.” His smile quickly becomes a frown. He huffs and helps her down from the counter. He follows as she walks to the living room and watches as she packs her things. She sets out her nightwear and tomorrow’s outfit. Lee waits patiently for her to finish. She spins around and makes her way towards Lee.

“Darlin’ let's go out for dinner tonight. I know a good place a couple towns over that would be nice.”

“That would be really nice Lee, let me get ready and we can head out.” She grabs her toiletries and heads to the guest bathroom. She always kept a nice dress in her bags, and it would be the perfect fit for tonight. It was a black A-line dress that hugged her figure just right. This gave him the time to make their reservation and head upstairs to get ready himself. He stood in front of his closet attempting to pick a nice outfit for tonight. He settled for his black slacks, a white button down and his black blazer.

He made his way downstairs to find Y/n gazing out the living room window at the neighborhood children playing together. He wishes he could read her mind at times like these. Did she want children? She was much younger than him and still had plenty of time to have children.

“Darlin’, you ready to go?” She turned towards Lee and was taken back by his appearance. He looked so sophisticated and handsome, more than he already did. He took his time capturing her gorgeous curves in that dress, and knew that it would not stay on her long when they got back. Lee extended his hand out to her and she reached out to him. He led her to the garage and opened the door for her and gently closed it behind her. Lee hopped in the driver’s seat and made their way down the road. Y/n silently gazed out the window and took in her surroundings. She did not want this night to end. She knew she was falling for him even more than she thought she would. He rested his hand on the bottom of her thigh as he drove.

They finally made it to a small town with many shops and restaurants that littered the town square. Lee led the way as they walked down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. He was concerned with how quiet Y/n was but did not want to impose. They entered the building, and were seated at a table by the front window.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Oh nothing Lee, just thinking about tomorrow and going back to work. I don’t want to leave.” She states as she grabs his hand that’s laying on the table.”

“Darlin’, it will be alright, I don’t want you to go either but it’s what you have to do. But for tonight let’s enjoy the night and forget tomorrow.” She nodded as they moved on to their usual topics, sharing stories of one anothers childhoods and lives before they met. The food was delicious but Lee thought Y/n’s food was better. She shook her head at his brown nosing. They took their time finishing their meals, Lee eventually paid the bill and they made their way back to his car. In the car they sat close together and just enjoyed each other’s company. They reached Lee’s house 30 minutes later. He parked the car in the garage. He turned the car off and sat quietly and shared glances. Lee’s eyes switched his gaze from her eyes to her lips repeatedly before he pulled her in swiftly and connected their lips.

Lee moved down the seat and pulled her into his lap.

“Lee let me get off, I’m going to hurt you.” she said in between kisses.

Lee stopped in his tracks, “Darlin’, what did I tell you about saying that. You are so god damn beautiful and I want you in my lap. You are not going to hurt me.”

“Lee I’m too-”

“Too what? And you better not say big because you're perfect, absolutely perfect and you’re all mine. Do you hear me? I don’t want you saying that again.”

“Okay, Lee I won’t say it again.” he quickly resumed his action and let his hands wander her figure.

“Let’s go inside Lee.”

“Are you sure Darlin’, we can stop-”

“I’m sure” She climbed down from his lap and they made their way into the house

Y/n grabbed Lee’s hand and led him up the stairs to the bedroom. She closed the door and turned to find Lee sitting on the end of the bed looking her up and down like a hungry animal. She tossed her heels to the side and made her way towards him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto the bed with him. They had resumed the position they took in the car. Lee pulled down the zipper that began at the back of her dress as he toed off his shoes and took off his jacket without separating his lips from hers. Lee made his way off the bed and stripped down to his underwear. Y/n laid there breathless and took in the sight before her as he moved towards her, placing himself between her legs. He pushed the bottom of her dress up to put her beauty on display. She pulls the dress over her head as Lee leans down to kiss her thighs. He slowly works his way up, spending extra time at her breasts. As he reached her neck she wrapped herself around him. He tried to withhold the urge but he couldn’t help but buck his hips into her. Y/n moaned at this foreign feeling.

“Lee please, I need you” he swiftly reached around to unhook her bra. He tossed it to the side and took her breast into his mouth. Swirling his tongue and watching her squirm underneath him. He works his way down her body and stops his kisses at her panty line.

“Darlin’, are you sure.” he asks, “Yes Lee, I’m sure”

He removes her underwear, tossing them to the floor to add to the scattered mess of clothing. He positions himself between her thighs and kisses her everywhere but where she wants him. Moments later he devours her as if she is his last meal. She snaps her legs closed in reflex, but quickly let’s go in order to not suffocate Lee. He grabs both legs and pulls her back in and tossing her legs over his shoulders, she arches her back as he dives deeper. She moans as Lee continues, gasps for air as he inserts a finger with little resistance. Adding another to stretch her out. Lee can tell by her noises and movements, that no man has ever made her feel this way, making him even harder knowing she’ll be begging for more. He continues his actions bringing her closer to her climax. Her moans became louder as she laced her fingers in his hair, unknowingly pulling it too hard.

“Lee please don’t stop, please Lee.” Lee grins as he hears her begging him to continue. He continues his actions as she moans his name reaching her climax. Lee stops once she releases his hair from her grip. As she lies breathing heavily, Lee removes his underwear and lays next to her. Caressing her face and bringing her gaze to him.

“You okay, Darlin’?”

“I’m more than okay Lee”

He smiled and got on top of her, littering her face and neck with his lips. Y/n captured Lee’s lips with her own and they became in sync.

“Darlin’ are you sure, you are okay to keep going?” Y/n nodded her head “Darlin’, I need to hear you say it, that you are okay.”

“I’m okay”

Lee pumps himself a few times before he enters her. He groans as he seats himself in her fully. Her face contorted in pain, legs wrapped around him, nails digging into the skin of his arms. Lee hated seeing her in pain, he halted all movements and waited for her to relax underneath him before moving slowly. As he sped up she held onto him more and moaned in his ear. Send chile down Lee’s spine he continued his movements until he reached his climax with Y/n reaching her’s as well.

“Fuck Darlin’, you fell so fucking good, gonna fill you up nice and full.” he said as came into her, and as she reached her own high. Lee laid his head in the crook of her neck as they both breathed heavily.

Lee lifted his head and smiled at Y/n, “This means you're my girl now.”

“I’ve been yours since day one Lee.”

He kissed her and removed himself from her. Lee went to the bathroom and came back with a warm rag to clean her up. He handed it to her not wanting to be too overbearing. He then crawled into bed beside her, and she laid on his chest as their hearts began to slow down from the previous excitement. They quickly fell asleep in one another’s embrace with no regard for the loneliness to come.

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