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runa-falls · 4 months

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after dark

summary: he wants you. and he knows you need him.

pairing: geneticist!miguel o'hara x intern!reader

rating: explicit [18+] - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

cw: dark!miguel, dub/non-con elements, somnophilia, dacryphilia, drugging, afab!reader, stalking, obsession, smut, slight size kink, piv sex, creampie, breeding kink, gaslighting (?), a bit of dumbification, miguel's nano-suit in action!

wc: ~1.7k

a/n: this is my submission for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event!

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Despite the obnoxious number of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on your bed, your body is completely uncovered. A sweet scene reserved for his eyes only.

You're curled up with your shirt shoved up to your chest, displaying your barely there panties that cling to your curves. Your body shivers unconsciously as a shadowed form cascades over your sprawled figure. He steps closer, his broad body blocking the moonlight that streams in through the window.

So unsuspecting. So…pure.

You nuzzle your face into your pillow with a sleepy sigh, body soft and relaxed, completely unaware of his presence. His claws dig into his palm as he holds himself back from touching you.

You've always been a tease, showing up to work with those naive eyes and sweet smiles. More than once, your fingers have brushed against his as you shyly handed him a cup of coffee, mumbling an adorable, "For you, Dr. O'Hara", before scurrying away.

Red eyes glow as you move to lay on your back, legs falling apart to show him how the fabric of your underwear presses perfectly against the softness of your cunt. Your arms lazily stretch above your body, resting against the mess of your hair on the pillow. He seethes at the sight of your tits, barely shielded by your t-shirt.

You want this.

He's sure of it.

You're practically begging for it with how sweet you smell.

A hand lightly brushes against your abdomen, moving methodically so the sudden touch doesn't accidentally wake you. A finger hooks the underside of your shirt and tugs it over the curve of your tits, revealing your pebbling buds to the cool air. Sensitive.

He swallows down a groan as he captures a tit in his hand and softly squeezes the soft mound. You arch your back against his thumb as it barely flicks over your nipple and a soft whimper slips from your pouty lips against your pillow.

His other hand palms over his covered cock as it throbs desperately at the sight. Damn, you're a heavy sleeper.

Miguel lets his touch drift lower, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. He traces that cute little bow in the front, a symbol of innocence above a needy cunt. You’re so cute, acting all pure when all you really need is a big cock to fill you up.

Two fingers press gently against your covered folds, prodding where you need him the most. You’re already wet for him, drenching the light fabric with your slick. He lightly tugs the underwear out of the way, needing to feel your sloppy cunt suck around his thick fingers.

Pulsing fangs dig into his bottom lip as he reveals your pussy, glistening so ethereally under the moonlight. He spreads your slick over your folds, mesmerized by the mess as you drip nectar onto the mattress below. God, you’re soaked. Even unconscious, you’re a desperate slut who’d take anything to be filled and bred.

He attempts to push a finger inside of you, tenderly nudging at your entrance until he can ease the tip of his index finger inside your hot core. About halfway in, your body stiffens and your legs instinctively spread apart.

You’re trying to let him in. You’re inviting him.

With more space, it’s easier to push in, to bury his finger until you’re wrapped around him. You feel so good, so wet and hot, perfectly tight around his finger. He can’t wait to feel the vice of your cunt around his cock.

Slowly, he pulls out, staring at the glistening tops of his knuckles, your mark on him. You let out a pretty sigh, so light and pleasurable and real that he’s afraid you woke up, but still you don’t open your eyes.

Miguel pushes back in, just as slow, but this time at an angle. The tip of his finger drags against the top wall of your cunt and your pussy flutters around him. This time you let out a rough moan, involuntary, but so delicious. You’re so responsive to him.

His mouth waters as the heady scent of your lust calls him to coax more pretty sounds and messy slick from your body. He nearly turns you over to shove his cock into you, needing to feel your cunt swallow him until you’re staining your pillowcase with drool and tears.

He needs more. But he also needs you to cooperate.

He leans over the side of the bed and hovers over your figure. His fangs throb under his top lip as he gets closer to you. He brushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck, eyeing the spot where your throat meets your shoulder.

He presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder before laving his tongue against his target area, your sweet taste egging him on. Your body shivers with sensitivity as his hot mouth works over your skin, but you stay asleep. Your lack of awareness gives him the confidence to take the bite.

An involuntary moan rumbles up from his chest as his fangs sink into your soft skin. Miguel has to hold onto your arms before he gets carried away from the feeling. Your head involuntarily tilts to the side to give him more access to your neck as your body throbs, and you groan as a wave of pain, pleasure, and shock fills your senses.

Your eyes flutter open when the bed dips next to you announcing his presence, but all you can see is scarlet eyes staring down with curiosity. Your mind is foggy as you try to sit up, but your body stays flat on the mattress, feeling heavy and helpless.

"Hmn…?"

Miguel coos lightly against your shoulder, “Shh…don’t worry, cariño. I’ll take care of you.”

You recognize that drawl, but you've never heard him so low and rough, “O’H-Hara?” You try to cover yourself with your blanket, slowly moving against whatever is holding you back, but he holds onto your wrist to stop your movements. “Wha–” You choke on your words as a sudden bout of heat spreads throughout your body.

The tingling hot sensation is overwhelming as it settles onto the surface of your skin. It makes your head fuzzy and susceptible.

"Let me help you..." Miguel settles over you and grinds his hips against yours, pinning you against your bed. He's hard against you, thick cock perfectly outlined by the thin fabric of his suit that's barely acting as a barrier between you. Your ruined underwear is still shoved to the side as he ruts himself against your cunt.

"Doctor..." Your body is immediately on fire, reacting mindlessly to his touch. You mewl wordlessly, arching your back and pressing harder against him. You don't know what's happening to your body. All you know is that you need more. "Please." It's a broken plea that leaves your tired lips.

There's an unbearable heat between your legs, but his body prevents you from pressing your legs together and reducing the intense feeling. He squeezes your wrists as you squirm under him, huffing in lustful frustration.

He whispers something above your ear that your scrabbled mind can't decipher, "Suit, Code Zero, Confirm."

But it doesn't really matter what he said when his bare body is finally pressing against you. He doesn't even have to line himself up before his aching cock is rubbing against your dripping folds, tip bumping so softly, yet earth-shatteringly, against your clit. “You don’t have to beg anymore, baby, I’ve got you…”

You cry out when he notches his cock against your entrance. He presses in slowly, letting you feel how completely he stretches you out. Miguel bites back a smile when he feels your legs shake against his hips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, mi vida?" His voice is nearly a growl with how it drips with darkness.

You nod, eyes blearily searching his, wondering when he'll finally bottom out. Miguel watches your eyebrows scrunch together as you struggle with the intense pressure of him pushing in.

Adorable.

He groans when his hips finally meet yours, filling you to the brim. He doesn't waste time before beginning to move against you, fucking his cock into you over and over until you're eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

He doesn't stay gentle for long, easily losing himself to the feeling of your perfect little pussy wrapped around him. You can hear the distinct sound of his hips smacking against your thighs complimented by his rhythmic sopping jabs as he fucks you baselessly into your mattress.

It's all so much that you don’t even notice the tears that run down the sides of your heated cheeks onto the pillow under your head.

But he does.

"Feels that good, hm?" He teases, "Such a weepy baby. Can't even take a good fucking without cryin'." A raspy groan vibrates against you when your cunt accidentally flutters around him, unable to hold back against the pleasure he's forcing into your body. "Tell me you need me, cariño."

"I--" You try to hold yourself back from the edge, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of playing your body so perfectly, but then he rolls against you so fluidly, hitting that explosive spot inside of you.

"Go on, baby." Miguel encourages, "Say. It." He punctuates each word with a stabbing thrust right where you need him.

"Mngg..." Your cunt tightens impossibly hard around him as white fills your vision. A grated moan is squeezed out of your throat as you reach nirvana, every ounce of energy pushed out in one final bout.

You don't mean to cum, you don't even want to, but you have no control over your body.

You go boneless as he continues to fuck you, harsh strokes against your weak body. "Mm, I’m gonna fill you up so good, cariño." Your body stiffens, quickly pulled out of your temporary state of euphoria from his words, "...Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy so you'll never leave me."

You try to shove yourself out of his hold, but his hold is too strong.

"W-wait, Dr. O--"

"It's Miguel." He growls out.

"Don't -- not inside --" Miguel ignores your pleas, letting go of one wrist to place his hand over your mouth. You can't do anything against his large body as he frantically ruts into you, taking everything he wants and more.

"You want this," He huffs. "You need me, baby. Need to be filled up and taken care of." He gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts before shoving himself deep inside and painting your cunt with his cum.

#deaddovedecember2023 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #cw: somno #cw: somnophilia #cw: dub con #em's 123 celebration

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.”

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.”

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could.

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?”

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs.

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments.

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned.

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.”

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

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madxyy · 4 months

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Tender morning

| pairings: steve x reader

| summary: just a rainy tender morning with your boyfriend <3

| warnings: steve being cute, fluff fluff fluff, touching wrists, robin mentioned once, baby and babe used, a lot of warmth, reader also being cute

author's note: ummm....hi

He presses delicate kisses along the hill of your shoulder, pillowy bow-like lips cascading down your back and cherishing the warm doughy flesh while soft affectionate whispers push past his pink lips. His serene breathing was warmly hitting your skin making the goosebumps on your skin pebble up. Honey brown hair gently scratches against your shoulder as he traces the top of your spine with the tip of his nose. The bedsheets crinkle as he presses himself further against you. One arm snaking around your stomach, drawing you in and tangling your limbs underneath the cool duvet. The feeling of his toned and hairy chest brushes against your back, earning a soft chuckle to escape your lips. His lips quirk at the sound and his drowsy hazel eyes glaze over at you. The sound of your chuckle made his heart throbbed in delight. God he swears he wants to hear that noise for the rest of his life.

“I knew you were awake,” he murmurs against your skin.

A smile forms on your lips, “no you didn’t.”

You can hear shuffling behind you. He moves closer to you, the hand on your stomach moves and places itself in front of it, his palm pressing against the mattress. He lifts himself up while he starts to lean over your shoulder. He greets you with his classy steve harrington smile, this smile—as well as most of his smiles—was one reserved for you and you only. He always welcomed you back into reality with his sleepy and tender lopsided smile. That smile that you will always adore for the rest of your life.

“Let's lie and say I did, okay?” he says playfully, his voice still leaking with tiredness since the hoarseness is still lingering. Despite him being tired, that never stopped him from being affectionate. his eyes were already admiring and taking you in, he thought you were so beautiful in the morning, it always took his breath away. The funny thing is that you were doing the same exact thing. His mused brown hair waving at you as the breeze from the barely cracked window hits it, pink cheeks, hazy hazel eyes that makes your heart skip a beat each time you always see him for the first time since you cracked your eyes open.

You forgot about his question and also forgot that you were “supposed” to respond with a witty or teasing comment since it was part of your routine each time you woke up next to him. The room filled with white noise of admiration. The only sound that can be heard is the rain pitter pattering against the windows, the overcast cloudy and gray, and the room taking in the musky scent of the outside since the window was cracked open a bit. The small breeze coming into the room breezes against you, not really feeling the breeze since you were basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. It was blissful. The cold breeze had nothing against you both, even that’s not enough to draw you both back into your senses.

He noticed you admiring him as well and he can’t help but tease you. The smile on his lips starts to form into a grin. He playfully rolled his eyes, “y’know if i wanted to be stared at, I could’ve just gone to work today.” He looks back at you, the same grin on his face. His voice snapped you out of your daze and it took you a few short moments to remember what he said before you rolled your eyes back at him and started to turn so you're now facing him, hands pressed underneath your cheek and pillow. Peering up at him with soft eyes and a small amusing smile, “oh, really?” you raise your eyebrows at him. “You only get stared at by robin each time you do anything stupid, babe…and that’s most of the time - according to her.” He scoffs and waves a dismissive hand at the mention of his best friend's name. He starts to sink back down against the cool duvet. The hand that waved slithers back down and around your back, drawing you closer to his chest. “First of all, don’t listen to robin okay? she likes to tell lies and yada, yada, yada…” he says the yada yada yada part with his free hand, opening and closing it like it’s talking while he bounces his head side to side to emphasize his point causing his hair to bounce along with his movement. The small single strand of hair pokes out of his hair after his bouncing, now the lonely strand hangs in front of his forehead. A soft chuckle bubbles in the back of your throat while rolling your eyes again, always loving his dramatics.

“Oh, I'm most certainly going to listen to robin because I know for a fact that she’s right," you said teasingly. It was like you just said the most absurd thing to him because once those words left your lips, his eyes widened and his mouth parted. Oh no, you knew where this was going and you were going to love every second of it. He was feigning being hurt before shaking his head and releasing a scoff. “Wow, just side with her instead of siding with your charming boyfriend, I get it.” he shrugs, pretending to shrug the hurt off. You chuckled and rolled your eyes again at him for the third time, your hands reaching out for him but he dodges away from your soft touch, trying to keep his act up. “no, no, no, i get it…” he murmurs while bouncing his head lightly like he’s just understanding something. You shake your head again, an amusing smile growing on your lips before moving your hands to cup his chin, gently putting a halt to his movements. He stops and looks over at you with warm eyes, biting back his grin.

“When are you going to stop being an idiot, steve harrington?”

He pretends to ponder. Your hand on his chin restraining him from fully looking to the side (not like he wanted your hand to be anywhere else but touching him) so he settles to wander his eyes to the side with pursed lips. His beautiful and kissable lips. He lets out a considerable “hmmm,” dragging the mmm’s. Meanwhile, your eyes were gazing at him like he was the personification of love. And to you, he was, no matter what anyone says. His gaze lands back to you, making your heart skip a beat.

Steve shrugs nonchalantly, “Maybe if I get my morning kiss then maybe…I mean I don’t know,” his hand slowly creeps up and moves towards your hand that’s holding his chin. Fingertips gently brush against the inside of your wrist before his warm and rough hands encircle your wrist, his thumb softly stroking the part where the thumb meets your wrist. The touch itself was leaving warm sparks on your skin, smiling at him. He leans closer until the tip of his nose brushes against yours making you let out a keen hum from the small but tender affection. “I'll think about it,” he whispers gently. Steve's eyes darted down to your beautiful and tantalizing lips that he has been wanting to kiss since he first woken up and saw you laying down beside him, looking so idyllic, but he’s a gentleman–at times–so he waits for your permission.

His gentle breath fanning against your parted lips. The corners of your mouths tugging up as you start to lean closer to him, brushing your lips against his, “fine” you whisper. “But you better be thinking about it,” the corners of his lips tugs up into a smirk, his eyes diverted from your lips to your eyes. Your eyes that always makes that blossoming warmth boil in his heart and chest. Tender eyes with a tinge of playfulness behind them. The classic Steve Harrington look. The gaze he gives you is so affectionate that it makes your heart feel syrupy. “Oh, cross my heart and hope to die babe,” he whispers back playfully while he gently lets go of your wrist. His hand migrates to the right side of your face, cradling it with his big and warm hands, slowly bringing you closer and closer until his lips are pressed against yours.

Just like always, it’s a flurry of love, respect, adoration, affection, and infatuation. The kiss was unhurried and dawdled. You both wanted this kiss to last because you know it would soon be ephemeral and you would both have to swim out of each other’s affection and breathe in reality once again. You both were deeply enamored with another. Each and every time he kisses you, it always reignites that warmth in the underbelly of your heart. That warmth he promised from day one that he would try his best to keep, and he has never broken that promise. He sighs softly into the kiss like it was a breath of relief to finally kiss you. The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek up and down in a slow and featherlight touch. You sigh back softly into his lips. One of your hands moving to the side of his nape, gently caressing the underside of where his ear and jaw meets. It was his turn to keen into the kiss, making you both smile warmly against pressed lips. This could go on ad infinitum, because both of you kept caressing each other’s lips, meeting overs and overs again, never wanting to leave one another but unfortunately you both were growing breathless and needed to pull away for oxygen.

The first one to pull away was you followed by Steve chasing your lips, but then his movements stuttered once he realized that he also needed to breathe so he leaned his forehead against yours, noses brushing against one another delicately. His hand stayed on the right side of your face, caressing the doughy skin before his other hand came up and did the same. The caresses made a warmth creep onto your cheeks and both of your chests were swelling with bliss and felicity. Your hand moved away from his face to gently encircle both of his wrists, caressing the inside with the utmost care and gentleness. Both of you bathed quietly into each other’s love and drowned into it. The feeling of being with him and the feeling of being with you was ineffable to you both. No words, poems, movie references, or songs can describe this feeling. You both just know that you love being together and love each other wholeheartedly and that’s all that matters.

“Never stop being an idiot, Steve harrington,” you whisper.

His lips tug into a warm, gooey smile. He leans closer, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Wasn’t planning to, baby.”

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #boyfriend!steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #joe keery #tenderness #sweet

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brainlessrot · 1 year

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Penguin Pebbling

Involves collecting and giving small objects, like pebbles, as gifts to people you care about.

because i do penguin pebbling very often and i wanted to indulge myself a lil bit 🤭

also sorry for disapearing for like... 5 months!!! requests are now open again <3

Characters ;; All of the students (grim included)

Contents ;; could be seen as either platonic or romantic (except ortho's and grim's!), GN!reader, no beta read‼️around 1200 words total, 50~ words per character

Riddle ;; i think he would see it as weird and although he would keep it he doesn't think it to be sentimental, for him its just some random rock you randomly gave him, may give you some trinkets (no rocks :( ) as payback (prolly roses or rose themed stuff)

Trey ;; he wouldn't understand why you chose to give him a... rock? probably put it in some drawer in his room and forgot about it unless you explain why

Cater ;; doesn't understand but will keep the rock in his bedside table, may understand that its a sentimental gift from you and if its pretty enough he will post a pic of it!!!

Ace ;; throws it away. Nah but hes similar to trey, confused abt why would you give him?? a rock you found somewhere on the floor?? would prolly make fun of you if you told him why (but the way his face lowkey matches his hair is proof that hes gettin flustered)

Deuce ;; HE GETS YOU!!! will absolubtely cherish the lil rock AND give you some in return, you two may start a rock gifting competition to see which one of you gives the prettiest one to the other

Leona ;; "...what is this". will throw it away (this time fr) unless you specifically tell him its a sentimental gift, then he will throw it in a drawer and forgets abt it (man does NOT care abt a rock sorry :/) but if you are especially close to him and the rock is pretty he may send it back to his brother for it to be made into some jewelry... but DO NOT mention it if he wears it

Ruggie ;; if its pretty enough he will display it in his room, if not, he still puts it carefully in a box with other trinkets, may also find you one for yourself (my man gets it!!) and may even give you some dandelions he was saving for a quick snack if he finds you while out (doing Leona's work) walking

Jack ;; super confused but lowkey touched, will put it with his (many) cactai, if you do it multiple times, he will start giving you some he found on a run that he thought you would like

Azul ;; if he likes you hes giggling and kicking his feet, will put it in his desk at the VIP room, no matter if its just a broken brick or a cute crystal you found, the tweels make fun of him for this

Jade ;; probably has gifted you some by himself that he found on his lil mountain treks, may put whatever you give him in one of his terrariums as decor

Floyd ;; loves it a normal (crazy) amount, cherishes the rock SO much, probably gives it a small hat and face and brings it around the school, will loose it and demand you find another one for him... he might throw it at you to get your attention

Kalim ;; definition of !!!!YIPPIEEE!!! puts it on his bedside table and stares at it while giggling before going to sleep, beware, you will find boxes of gemstones (not the cheap ones!!!) in front of your room at any moment now

Jamil ;; may try to hide it but he finds it cute, covers his face before accepting the rock, leaves it on his desk for when he goes back to his room to give him a small boost in mood, doesn't reciprocate the rock giving but isn't against receiving more from you

Vil ;; what. what the hell is this. unless its throughly clean and has some interesting colors/design/it's pretty he will throw it away woops, doesn't understand the appeal but if youre sad he threw it away hell ask you for "the prettiest rock for him, the prettiest person you've seen"

Rook ;; now youre inexplicably finding rocks EVERYWHERE, your pillow is lumpy? rock! you wanted cereals for breakfast? filled with rocks! went to put on your socks? why is there a rock?! he may even throw them at you from afar!! (believe him he didn't actually think it through he just wanted to surprise you)

Epel ;; kinda gets you!! may not reciprocate the rock giving at first (he prefers personally carving you some apples as a gift) but will if you explain to him the sentimentality behind it!! will save any rock you give him and maybe even send one back to his meemaw if he deems it cool enough

Idia ;; Doesn't really?? get it at first?? but when he was (forced to be) outside he saw a cool rock on the sidewalk and went "oh hey they would like this one!... Oh damn." a light bulb went off of his head at that moment, he wont really give you any rock bc he simply doesn't go outside, but will put the rocks you give him between his idol merch and figurines

Ortho ;; the epitome of just there for the vibes, doesn't understand jackshit of why youre doing it but if youre happy he's happy!! will test the rocks to see what compound or kind they are and tell you funfacts about them

Malleus ;; OH LORDDDDD hes kneeling down and holding his chest the moment you open up your hand and present him with the rock, A GIFT??? FOR HIM?? FROM YOUUU???? hes a very shinnies boy so be prepared to find anything gold anywhere in your dorm/room, he actually gets you from the start and is so happy, like straight up giddy, cackling in his room as he makes a small altar for the rock (half joking)

Lillia ;; also very giggly and understands the act of gifting rocks as a show of friendship (or more) will also leave small trinkets on your way (some of them are hundreds of years old... be careful)

Silver ;; hes used to small animals also giving him offerings and trinkets, so he understands the sentimentality behind the little rock, will also give you some shinny stone he found while resting in the forest, look it has the shape of a chipmunk!!

Sebek ;; he doesn't understand, he doesn't care. nah but seriously he really doesn't get why even if you explain it to him, no "it reminded me of you", "i though you would like it", "its pretty tho!!"s will make him understand, but please do ignore how close he set it to his Malleus' altar

Grim ;; acts like he doesn't want it and might even throw it away in your face, but the moment you turn around hes running back and searching desperately for it, he wont ask for any but if you give him more he aint complaining, hes like the

+"do you like it?

-"no"

+"then ill take it"

-"BACK OFF, NO WAY!"

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iamasaddie · 2 months

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consequences

paring: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: explicit warnings: explicit sexual content, light pain!kink, daddy!kink, daddy!dom!Joel/sub!reader, no use of Y/N a/n: the continuation of my writing challenge fic sprinkled with the valentine's day prompt i posted a month ago! thanks to sweetest person in the world for coming to my rescue and bing a beta to this fic @janaispunk ily more than pedro loves frozen pizza 🍕💛 word count: 2k masterlist

After Joel’s call you’d been buzzing all night, tossing and turning in your bed until the early hours of the morning. You hid under the blanket from the mockingly cheerful chirping of the birds that felt like pebbles being thrown at you. The darkness and heavy weight of the blanket soothed you into dreamless sleep until you were once again torn out of it by the buzzing of your phone. You wouldn’t have heard it on any other day ignoring every sound until you got your fill of sleep, but you were too wound up for that right now.

Your hand slid under the pillow, retracting your phone and checking the messages. Just like you thought, there was only one short text from Joel.

’I just left the house, be ready.’

Sleep has quickly left your body, giving way to excitement and anxiety. You jumped out of bed, stopping for a second when your head went dizzy and your eyes unfocused. Taking a couple deep breaths you hurried to the bathroom; if Joel just left that meant you had approximately twenty minutes to shower, shave where needed, moisturize and pick pretty lingerie. You looked at the big cotton panties you eventually wore to bed yesterday and shrugged. Joel had seen you in all kinds of clothes, in all kinds of states, and found you attractive both in your sweatpants and an oversized ratty t-shirt, and in a silk nightgown you were gifted for Valentine’s day. Still, you felt like you might get off easy if you were extra sexy. Maybe Joel’s mind would stop working as soon as he saw you and his dick went hard.

You lathered your body in shower gel, the smell of sweet white peaches filling the small room. You scrubbed yourself squeaky clean, humming a song that was stuck in your head, your toothpaste foaming out of your mouth. Before climbing out of the shower you slowly traced your hand over the parts of your body that you shaved, making sure there weren’t any traitorous hairs that you didn’t catch. Happy with the result, your skin smooth and smelling like summer, you checked your phone. Judging by the clock, you had no more than five minutes left, so you quickly dried yourself off and skipped to pick out the killer panties and bra set.

You settled on a cute black one, the almost transparent material of bra cups and panties was embroidered with pretty red hearts. It made you feel sexy and bold, and it made Joel lose his pants in less than three minutes.

Giggling to yourself, you straightened the bed and laid down on top of your simple pink sheets when you heard your door opening downstairs. As usual, Joel used the key you kept under the flower pot outside to let himself in. He joked about the amount of flower pots in your garden on more than one occasion, considering the fact that you killed any plant you bought within a couple of weeks. You even managed to kill a cactus and that was the last victim of your plant-killing spree that left behind too much evidence in the form of dozens of clay pots.

With a smirk, you listened to his footsteps growing louder as he made his way up the stairs, your heart pounding in your ears. As the door creaked open, Joel's voice called out.

“I hope you're ready, because you’re not escaping your punishment.”

His eyes settled on you sprawled on your bed and his brows furrowed, his jaw going slack. The unmistakable fiery passion you saw in his eyes sent shivers down your spine as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. In that moment, you realized that there would indeed be consequences for your playful teasing, but you were more than ready to face them head-on.

“Why aren’t you naked, baby?” He didn’t let your little trick affect his plans like you hoped, your mouth dropped open and you tried to stutter out a reply while Joel rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You were surprised that he decided to wear something so formal, he usually wore sweatpants or shorts and an old t-shirt when he visited your house. Your mouth filled with saliva as more and more of his thick tanned forearms showed. This time, there was no escaping the threatening notes in Joel's voice as he took a deliberate step closer, his unwavering gaze locking with yours. You knew exactly what kind of mood he was in and your insides shivered with excitement, arousal already staining the gusset of your panties.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” your voice was anything but remorseful, little devils dancing in your eyes, “I just wanted to be pretty for you.”

“You wanted to be bratty for me, and you succeeded. Your little whore self thought you’d get off easy if you met me in this number? Well, lucky for me I rubbed one out before coming here, sweetheart."

“But…”

“Do you really want to finish this sentence, baby?”

You shook your head and Joel leaned down over you, taking your face in his palms, “good girl.”

You got rid of your underwear while you saw him fumbling with his phone and strategically placing it so the camera was facing you.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was suddenly surprisingly shy, nipples hardened from the exposure and anticipation.

“We’re gonna make a little video lesson for you, so that you know how to please your pretty pussy when I’m not around.” Joel said matter of factly. He checked the angle on the screen, “move a little to the right, baby, and spread that pretty pussy.”

You abided him immediately, without question. It was something you were used to. Not shooting porn with Joel, no, in fact, that was the first time; but trusting him blindly. What he says goes, because somehow he always knew what made you feel best.

Your fingers slowly traced down your body, pinching your nipples on the way and getting a warning glare from Joel. Going lower you let your legs spread further apart before parting your pussy lips with your index fingers. Arousal covered your burning flesh, and you felt your digits slipping.

“What a gorgeous fucking cunt,” Joel lowered himself on his knees before the bed and dragged you by your ankles so your thighs framed his shoulders. “If only she didn’t have a mind of her own, hm? One that makes my perfect little girl act like the brattiest slut in a Vegas whorehouse.”

He didn’t let you say anything, biting into the soft flesh of your thigh with vigor so that the word you tried to push out was broken by a half scream-half moan. Whatever you thought your punishment would be, you definitely didn’t consider Joel going down on you and recording it. If that was the case you’d have to misbehave more often, you smirked to yourself as you felt your man’s wet and hot tongue sliding through your folds.

“Sweet as sin,” he mumbled, grazing your throbbing clit with his upper lip,”and twice as dangerous.”

Joel knew your body well, sometimes you felt like he knew it too well, dangerously well. He knew your ticks, and pleasure points, and pain spots and all of the erogenous zones, some of which you didn’t even know existed. He possessed a power over you that would make a normal person terrified, but you were too fucked up in the head, too hungry for the love he’s been giving you to care one bit.

His tongue drew tight circles around your pulsing clit dropping from time to time to lick the arousal where it leaked around his fingers. The upcoming orgasm made you numb to everything but pleasure and you almost didn’t catch it when first one, then two and then the burning stretch of three fingers started plunging into you and coaxing the release from you.

It didn’t take you long, the movements just right, the pace perfect, and in a couple of moments you were squeezing Joel’s fingers with your contracting muscles, panting heavily.

You tried to catch your breath, but Joel didn’t stop. None of his movements changed and you thought that maybe he didn’t notice you cumming.

“Daddy, I came,” you whispered, your trembling hands sliding into his hair, gripping the curly strands that were more salt than pepper.

Joel’s hums into your pussy were quiet, but the sensitive skin of your pussy felt the vibrations zap through it. His tongue continued torturing you, never giving you a chance to calm down before ripping another orgasm out of you. Your back snapped, arching so hard you thought you’d heard your spine crack. When you stopped shaking, but Joel was still stubbornly nipping and licking your clit, spitting on it after getting a long inhale with his nose pressed into the soft skin of your pussy and diving back in, you finally understood your punishment.

Joel was uncharacteristically quiet, usually he would spew all kinds of filth in your ear, but now he didn’t spare a second to mutter anything so as not to give your poor pussy any rest. The only sounds coming out of him were pleased hums and moans that spread from your cunt and to your brain in electric shocks.

By the fifth orgasm you forgot about everything. You forgot the camera that was still recording you becoming less and less coherent, you forgot the place you were at, you even forgot your own name, the only thing you knew was raw pleasure on the verge of pain that made your eyes water and your mouth plead.

“It hurts, Daddy, I can’t do it anymore,” you cried, trying to move away from his death grip. Your vision was blurry with tears but you still saw Joel’s head appear from between your legs, smacking his lips intentionally loud. He looked satisfied, a cat that just managed to steal and eat thanksgiving turkey, but two of his meaty fingers continued pushing in and out of your tender cunt.

“Baby, you know Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.”

You felt another orgasm sending electric pulses through your body. It was a constant state of painful bliss, your body was both tired and wound up. You let your tears stream freely down your cheeks, salty water collecting in the shells of your ears but you were too out of it to be bothered or even pay attention. Your voice was hoarse from screaming and whining and begging, unintentional whimpers flowing out of you with every breath. Your eyes dropped closed for what you thought was just a moment but turned out to be way longer.

The next time you opened your eyes it was already dark in your room. Your body was hot, sweat sticking to your back that was pressed into the man spooning you from behind. You started shifting when you realized something about you was different. Squeezing your thighs you quickly realized what that was exactly. Nestled deep inside you was a throbbing hard shaft of Joel’s cock. It felt so right spreading your soft and aching walls that you didn’t feel any discomfort at all, if you ignored the burning sting of your swollen pussy and clit.

When Joel’s hand traveled to your sternum and cupped your left tit, your pussy squeezed him once again, both of you moaning in tandem.

“The punishment is over, baby, now let Daddy give you a reward.” He whispered, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your neck as you hummed in agreement.

#iamasaddie fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

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lewmagoo · 2 months

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older!bobby coaching you thru riding him for the first time cause he's so big and he knows it 🤭

the subtly condescending praise when you finally take all of him🫠

"i can take it." you spoke with confidence, holding eye contact with bob. there was amusement in those baby blues, and he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so. "i dunno, baby." his fingers trailed over the fabric of your panties as he hovered over you. "your pussy's so little. could barely take me last night." last night. the very first time you'd slept with him. you were still a little sore from it. it was almost as if you could still feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you in a way that made you feel so whole and complete. you wanted him in you again, but this time, you wanted to be on top.

"please?" you continued, lifting your foot to playfully nudge against his cock, which remained confined within the fabric of his underwear. he faltered slightly, eyelashes fluttering. "don't give me that look, angel," he chided. "what look?" you innocently asked. "those puppy eyes of yours. know i can't resist them," he continued, shaking his head. at that, you pouted. "i wouldn't have to if you'd give me what i want," came your retort. bob couldn't help but smirk at your petulance. "yeah? and what is it that you want?" "to ride your dick." finally, he relented. "have you ever been on top before?" he asked.

"no," you said. he knew you'd only had one sexual encounter before you'd met him, and it had happened back in high school. what you had experienced with bob the night before had been better than anything you could have ever imagined. and now, you felt insatiable. you needed him again. "alright then," he murmured. "let me teach you how to do it." but first, came foreplay. last night, you had learned that bob enjoyed extensive foreplay. he took his time with you, exploring every inch of your body, speaking in hushed tones, filthy words masked behind a gentle, loving tone. this morning was no different.

"let me love on this cute body of yours for a bit." his eyes twinkled as he pulled back the sheets, revealing your bare form. he kissed you languidly, big hands coming up to tend to the softness of your breasts. once your nipples were pebbled beneath his touch, he made his way down your body, kissing, nipping, and licking at every inch. "so pretty," he praised. "taste so sweet." but that sparked curiosity within you. "do i really taste sweet?" you shyly asked. he looked up at you, reaching up to shove his graying hair out of the way, and he smiled. "you do. the way your skin naturally tastes and smells to me...i could just eat you up, baby doll." he laved his tongue over your lower abdomen before he pushed your legs apart.

"could eat this pussy up, too." deft fingers tenderly parted your folds. "oh, just look at her. poor thing's so swollen. i did a number on her last night, didn't i?" he kissed at your puffy cunt, and you shivered, letting your head fall back against the pillows. he left soothing kisses all along your center, and when his tongue lightly swirled around your clit, you whimpered. it wasn't long before you could feel the warmth of arousal beginning to pool there. "mmm," he hummed, "she's starting to get all drippy for me." he lapped at your wetness, eager for a taste, and you couldn't help the moan that left you.

then he worked two fingers inside you, keeping his movements slow and steady. "atta girl," he praised, as he watched your pussy accommodate the digits. "gotta get you ready for me." then, a third finger was tentatively added, and you squealed. he soothed you as you squirmed beneath him. "i'm ready!" you cried, "please, bobby. just want your cock inside me!" he couldn't hide his smile. "okay, okay, gimme a second, honey." he shifted, moving to tug his underwear off, and your eyes immediately flickered down to his cock, hard and heavy between his legs. thick and veiny, with the prettiest pink tip. you hadn't expected every inch of him to be beautiful, but that was exactly what he was. of course he'd have a gorgeous cock.

bob settled with his back against the headboard, and then he guided you to straddle him. as you got settled, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube he'd placed there the night before. you bit your lip as you watched the liquid cascade down his dick. he set the bottle aside and stroked his shaft a few time before he let it rest against you. "that's where it's gonna be inside you, honey," he said, and you glanced down, gasping softly at the sight. how did he even fit? he reached up, tilting your chin so you were looking at him. "if you need to stop or take a break, just let me know. don't want you pushing yourself too far," he said, his tone serious. you nodded. "okay," you answered.

he smiled, leaning up to kiss you. when you parted, he drew you in again, big hand resting at the base of your neck. his kisses were languid and deep as he guided your hips up, free hand grasping his cock and aligning it with you. once you felt his tip at your entrance, you sighed against his mouth and slowly began to inch down. he didn't push his hips up to meet you, he simply let you sink down of your own accord. you let your hands rest upon his broad shoulders for leverage, and you squeezed your eyes shut, taking him this morning was a little easier than it was the night before, because you knew what to expect, but you were still a little tender, which had you moving slow.

but bob didn't mind one bit. he'd rather you take it at your own pace than forcing yourself to take too much all at once. you weren't how long it took to finally settle against him, but it was a while. bodies flush with each other, you took a deep breath, relishing in the fullness. his hands settled on your hips, and below you, he spoke, voice gravelly. "take as long as you need," he said. then, "do you want my help, or do you wanna do it yourself?" at which you replied with, "wanna do it myself." so you placed your hands upon his chest and began to rock your hips against him.

it took you a moment, but you soon found a rhythm, and bob praised you. "there ya go, that's it. who's my good girl?" your eyes fluttered open, and you gazed down at him, expression already fucked out. "i-i am." and you were. you wanted to hear that praise endlessly. knowing you were giving this man so much pleasure made you feel like you were on top of the world. he was so much more experienced than you, but he made you feel like you were the only one in the world who'd ever made him feel this good.

but that need for praise drove you to tire yourself out. you quickly began to realize that you couldn't do this for a long period of time. your thighs were beginning to burn and quake. suddenly, you weren't so sure of yourself. "let me take over," bob offered. "n-no," you protested, shaking your head. "wanna make you feel good." he stayed your hips with his hands. "and you are. but i won't have you overexerting yourself for my pleasure. let me take control, baby doll. i'll take good care of you, promise."

finally, you let yourself fall against his chest. he hushed you as he wrapped his big arms around your body, planting his feet against the bed as he began to move. it wasn't long before he had you crying out above him. the feeling of his cock filling you from this angle was unmatched, and you could feel yourself gushing around him. he could feel it, too. "sweet pussy's just drooling all over me. love being so full, don't you?" he coos, but you can't even utter a reply, because you've gone speechless. if you were more coherent, you might've been embarrassed about the fact that your mouth was currently drooling against his chest. but he had you feeling so good that you didn't care.

he carefully fucked into you, cautious not to cause unnecessary harm to your anatomy. he was so dominant and tender all at once. the way he was handling you had you plummeting toward the edge so quickly already. and when his hand snaked between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, it had you squealing in bliss. "that's it. want you to come whenever you need to. let me feel that pussy squeeze me." it wasn't long before you were right there, whining pathetically, mouthing at his chest as you felt warmth begin to blossom within you. and before you knew it, you were coming, trembling in his arms as he fucked you through it.

"there ya go. give it to me, baby doll." and you did. you soaked him with your release, surely ruining the sheets below, but not finding it in yourself to care. a dumb smile spread across your face as you came down, and in your post orgasm haze, you looked up at him, "i did it, i rode your dick," you said with a giggle. still hard inside you, he couldn't help but laugh along with you. "took it like a champ, honey. i'm so proud of you." you leaned in to kiss him, and then you murmured, "now keep going. wanna feel this dick come inside me again."

#asks #bob musings #bob floyd x reader #older bf bob #bob floyd fanfiction

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juneknight · 5 months

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Anything somnophilia pls !

Steven.

He hums lightly.

She’s asleep.

Steven glances away from the television down to where you lay, head pillowed in his lap. Marc is right. You’ve fallen fast asleep, your face still turned towards the telly, lights cast over your skin, white, blue, yellow. His heart squeezes with fondness. You’ve been working so hard lately, and still staying up late to spend time with him during his periods of insomnia. How’d he get so lucky? How—

You can see down her shirt.

Steven glares at the television. “Not looking, mate.”

I’m looking. She’s fucking beautiful.

“Pervert.”

I’ve seen her naked just as many times as you have, Steven, says Marc. I know all the places our tongue has been, I’m not going to hell for looking down her top. She’s not even wearing a bra. Maybe she wanted you to look.

Steven’s eyes flicker down to you before he can help it. Marc is right: your t-shirt is low cut, and it’s easy to see based on the way it has displaced and drawn tight over your breasts, that you aren’t wearing a bra. Even though he keeps the flat nice and warm for you, your nipples are pebbled into cute little stones.

You’re looking, says Marc.

Steven’s head whips back toward the television. He glares at it, even though he no longer needs the reflections to communicate with Marc anymore. He tells himself that he isn’t even going to respond, won’t give his alter the time of day.

His eyes go back to you. Fuck, you are beautiful, with skin soft as rose petals.

What are you doing?

Steven’s hand pauses in the air. He freezes everywhere else too. What was he doing? He didn’t even know—surely he hadn’t been about to touch you, not when you were asleep, not when you couldn’t consent.

She’s into it, Steven, you know she is, says Marc, ever the devil on Steven’s shoulder. She’s said it before.

“We didn’t agree on anything, mate,” Steven murmurs. “It’s not right.”

Why do you think she likes the idea so much? Marc wonders dryly. Because it’s wrong. Touching her, teasing her when she’s asleep. When she can’t swat our hand away or squirm out of our grasp. When she can’t even consciously squeeze her thighs together trying to get rid of the ache we caused.

“Quit,” Steven mutters, shifting as much as he dares beneath your sleeping form. He’s hard.

Marc goes quiet, but the seeds have already been planted. Steven’s trembling hand reaches down to ghost over your breast, cupping the soft flesh in his palm. You don’t even twitch. He can feel your pebbled nipple beneath his palm, and he searches for it with his thumb, rubbing against you with slow softness. When you’re awake, your breasts are your most effective erogenous zone, sensitive to even light brushes.

It becomes clear that the same thing is true even in your sleep. When he pinches your nipple softly, your body gives a gentle jerk, mouth parting silently. Steven should stop. Gods, he should stop. But he can’t remember ever being this hard without even a hint of stimulation. His fingers pluck dexterously at your swollen nipple until a whine slips past your throat, your legs shifting further down on the couch.

Steven wishes he was in between them. Your soft, plush thighs. He loves the way they clench and squeeze around his ears or his waist when he’s working your pleasure from you. His eyes fall to your mouth, still parted. He sees a hint of your teeth, and the sight of them gives him a full-body shiver—

Which wakes you. Steven has just enough time to move his hand from your breast before your eyes open, body tensing in a luxurious stretch.

“Ohmygod,” you slur sleepily. “Stev’n I was having the most amazing dream.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, heart pounding with exhilaration and guilt all at once. Then with arousal, when you turn your eyes on him, gaze heavy with heat. “Will—would you tell me about it?”

“I’ll show you,” you promise roughly. “Come to bed?”

#steven grant x reader

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mudkirby · 3 months

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Pebbles In order of appearance.

@druidshollow lore lore lore Dune lore lore

@flickering-nightfall whole reason I draw Pebbles the way I do since first exposure

@toxictoxicities b u f f

@dennis7231 still waiting on them dropwigs >:)

@weepinglilvessel ant snooooot

@mudkirby me :> 🔫

@shkika love your Suns

@northflowerowo Sorry I shoved him so far down lol

Honourable mentions/ shout outs: @trashiiplant Howwow Knight and Wainwowld :D

@kelnexia is lurking.

@daszombes Thank you for explaining lore, giving us peak story telling and characters to simp for in the form of the Iterator Logs. What? No Pebbles? Don't care. You're on here now.

Druid's Hollow, the first time I ever saw your YouTube channel was with the Distant Frontier video after just having gotten into Iterator Logs. One of the most pivotal pieces of media you've made in my life was God- Jake Daniels. That single video alone gave me the push I needed to make my first Rainworld oc Parting Clouds. The stories surrounding your characters (and Dune) are creative beyond my ability to write stories. Keep up your top tier memery.

Flickering Nightfall, I'ma put this in a nutshell. Duckdance. After that I found your blog via Google before I made a Tumblr and became enthralled by your content. From something as obscure to me as Infinity Train to Pebbles ragdolling, you were essentially my gateway into liking Iterators. I love the purple. I need moar.

Vic, b u f f I haven't known your blog long and was introduced to you through the My Goodbye animation. Since I was sort of entirely new to Rainworld at that point, I had no idea what was happening. I just saw a well drawn thing and went "oooooo". I'm all for Suns' antenna twitches and NSH box head. Also, body pillow 💀

Dennis, one of the first blogs I found when I first started Tumblr. I found you through the @iterator-ask-blog and found bullying Pebbles hilarious. I love the way you draw the yellow things on his head and I just appreciate that you do digital in general. I do not, will not and proceeds to die if I must. I've seen quick progress with your art style as well. Keep going.

Vessel, I barely know you. Who da heck are ye? I saw your art style once and knew I needed to follow. The way you draw Pebbles and Moon are so satisfying to stare at for minutes and I had way too much fun replicating that s n o o t. I don't know what you're up to with them aside from chaos. Murky Seas' story and design are fantastic. RIP

Shkika, I only found you through the @ask-looks-to-the-moon blog and love the way you draw the Iterators. It's very stylistic without straying too far. The three fingered hands to the goofy faces Moon expresses makes me smile. B a l l s. My Suns design was more so inspired by the way you make him as you were somehow the first Suns exposure. You're the only reason I can't see him without fluff. How did you make Pebbles cute kavvkatkcfadal

Northflowo, way back in 2022 in my first exposure to Hollow Knight, I found your channel through the Baby Mantis skin video with Nosk along with the lore in a nutshell video. Any other content I saw I forgor. In any case, your channel was there in my search for knowledge on that game. Fast-forward to the near conclusion of 2023 when I was first introduced to Rainworld. In my hunt for memes and more knowledge, I found the other lore in a nutshell video and realized you were the perfect channel for me as you had plenty of other content on that subject. Your art still manages to astound me, especially with the shot you did in the map Pliocene and the Warrior Cats redraws like with the waterfall. I'm trash at drawing backgrounds and might learn something from you.

And of great importance to me, @bornt-urnge/@zigmatism

@kitterjitters /@offended-dragon

Thank you for every moment of drawing from Pokemon to Kirby to Mire (oc) and anything else. You have made some of the largest impacts on my life, drawing, game choices and I've enjoyed every moment. I want to have more ridiculous sessions like that in the future and look forward to it.

Some of you have been around in my life for some time and others I've just found. All the same, every single art piece you've made has inspired me no matter how polished, memed or "trash". All of you have made an impact on me, no matter how miniscule. I look forward to the future with anticipation for all of your art. Have a terrific year, and with my deepest gratitude, thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading this.

#rain world #iterator #five pebbles #fp rw #art #me when when uhhh me theeeeee uuhhh umm me when the #adhd/add #man #pinned post #mud rants #i wrote this at like 1 am #i felt really generous #looking at it now i regret nothing #at least 1 am me was licid enough to make this good

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void-wolfie · 1 year

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Look At The Stars. Look How They Shine For You.

summary: you surprise tara with a midnight date.

pairings: tara carpenter x gn!reader

tw: none, just fluff

words: 1.05k

a/n: threw this together in the middle of the night, not the best writer either, don't judge me too hard

Tink. Tink. Tink.

You were about to throw another pebble when the window finally slid open revealing your girlfriend in her pajamas, clearly not expecting company.

"y/n, what the hell are you doing?" she was whisper-shouting, trying not to wake the whole neighborhood from your antics.

"Come on, there's something I wanna show ya." She didn't move, and you were starting to wonder if this was a good idea, "Please?"

She sighed, rolling her eyes, though you thought you could make out a small smile, "Give me five minutes,"

You silently cheered, going back to wait by your truck.

"Where we going, babe?" Tara asked sleepily from the seat next to you.

The minute she settled into the passenger seat she was already half asleep, but you didn't mind. It was the middle of the night after all. You threw on some quiet music and focused on the road.

"Do you trust me?"

A small, tired smile, "I trust you."

You intertwined your fingers with hers, bringing her hand up to your lips to kiss her knuckles, "Thank you,"

Trust doesn't come easy, you know that, especially for her. You were simply happy that out of all the people to let in, she chose you.

You slowed to a stop, putting the truck in park before turning it off. Looking over to your right you noticed Tara had dozed off, huddled against the car door fast asleep.

Part of you felt bad for dragging her out of bed in the middle of the night. But you were too excited to listen to that part of you.

You grabbed the blankets and pillows from the backseat, tossing them into the truck bed and laying them out on the blowup mattress nice and neat.

When you were finally satisfied you went to the passenger side of the car, gently opening the car door.

"Tara, love, we're here."

She groaned a bit, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Where's here?"

It was all empty fields and grass as far as the eye could see, the faint outline of trees and forest just off in the distance.

"A bit of land my family owns, come on, I wanna show you something."

She turned to look at you with a sleepy smile, dazed and only half awake, "What could you possibly have to show me at 2:30 in the morning?"

"Can't ruin the surprise now, can I?"

She looked at you like she was contemplating it.

"It involves blankets and cuddles," you said, knowing she'd cave in an instant for that.

"Carry me?" She made those adorable little grabby hands at you, and you couldn't help but fold. She was too cute not to.

"Alright." She wrapped herself around you like a koala to a tree, her tiny frame hugging you like she never wanted to let go.

You dropped down the tailgate and set her on the edge. It was only a matter of seconds before she turned around and cocooned herself into the mass of blankets.

You kicked off your shoes before climbing in and joining her. She wrapped herself around you once again. You noticed she had stolen your hoodie, the one you keep in your truck just in case. You didn't mind, if anything, you loved how she looked in it.

"So, you kidnap me and take me out to the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, all cause you want to cuddle in the bed of your truck?"

"Kinda.” You were nervous, scared that maybe she’d think this was all stupid. But you shrugged those worries off, she wouldn’t be out here if she didn’t want to spend time with you, “You just can't see the stars this good in the city."

That caught her attention. She never thought to look up, too distracted by the sight of you and the idea of sleep.

She wouldn't admit it out loud, but you were right. You just don't see stars like this in the city. There was nothing quite like it. She could easily look at them for hours.

In the city, you're lucky to see a few stars in the sky, maybe a constellation if it's a good night and there's not much light around. But out here, you could see them all. Stars glittered across the night sky by the millions.

You looked at her to see her staring at the sky above. It made your heart melt a little.

"See those stars right there, the ones that look like an hourglass," you pointed out the constellation, getting a small nod in response, "That's Orion, the hunter. Greek mythology says that he died when he stepped on a scorpion, and the gods felt bad, so they put him in the stars with his two dogs."

"Those stars right there, the ones that kinda look like a stick figure dog, that's Canis Major, the big dog, he's one of Orion's hunting dogs."

"And that one there, the one that looks like a funky trapezoid and a backwards question mark, that's Leo, the lion. According to mythology, he was killed by Hercules in a series of tasks that the gods gave him."

She glanced over at you, watching you gaze at the stars. She found it...enchanting. You looked at the stars like they held the answers to the universe. The stars seemed to shine that much brighter reflecting off your hazel eyes.

"How do you know so much about the stars?"

"My mom taught me."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok." You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, pulling her ever so slightly closer, "She would've loved that I brought you out here."

Your mom passed away when you were young. You didn't have many memories of her, the few you did you held onto for dear life. When you were little she'd bring you out here and teach you about the stars and constellations. Sometimes, she'd even bring that telescope hidden up in the attic and point out distant galaxies or even the occasional planet.

Those were some of your favorite memories.

"We don't have to stay out here if you don't want to." You murmured, not knowing if she was bored or not.

"It's ok. It's beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it."

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x gn!reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #void-wolfie

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philistiniphagottini · 20 days

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Red Lace

This piece is inspired by some lovely artwork by the even lovelier @jingsyuans. Thank you so, so much for giving me permission to write a little something based on this artwork. You're a gem. Hope you like it~

cw. smut, pegging, lingerie, fem! reader

Jing Yuan looked simply stunning; wrapped in red lace with various, delicate bows like a delectable present begging to be unravelled. The way the silk dipped between the deep crevices of his muscles and his sheer lace stockings intimately hugged his muscular thighs made you swallow the budding saliva on your tongue. The cute, fluffy ears peeking out of his wild mane of hair tempted you to run your fingers through the faux fur, the matching tail lazily curling between his parted thighs and coaxing you ever closer, the tips of your fingers tingling as you itched to lay your hands on him.

A soft chuckle stirred in the depths of Jing Yuan’s throat as you joined him on the bed, his body sprawled before you amidst a plethora of pillows and fluffy blankets that threatened to drown both of you as you tangled amongst the sheets.

"Do you like it?" Jing Yuan drawled, a knowing smile tilting the corners of his lips. "I thought it was rather cute."

A hum tickled the back of your throat as you crawled closer to him on your hands and knees, stalking closer to your tantalising prize. His stiff cock eagerly jumped between his legs, the fat, angry head flushed a deep shade of pink and already drooling with pre-cum that stained his skin with pretty pearls of white. You smoothed your hands along his strong thighs, feeling the muscles tense before relaxing under the curious press of your fingers. You could barely contain your excitement once you got your eager mitts on him, fingers dancing along his firm torso, the weight of centuries etched into his beautiful, supple skin. He purred like a contented cat on a lazy afternoon under the press of your hands, nails scratching along thin scars as you pulled on his lace lingerie and let it snap back against his skin with a satisfying smack.

A spine-tingling shiver wracked his body when he felt the wet slap of your strap against the plush inside of his thigh, the eight-inch, silicone cock dripping with generous amounts of lube and making every hair on the nape of his neck stand up in anticipation. The leather harness dug into your supple skin with every subtle movement of your hips, cutting into the pudge of your thighs and soft belly as the softness of your curves threatened to spill over. He idly hooked his fingers in the loops of your belt as you trailed your bruised lips along his throat, the softness reminding him of the delicate touch of rose petals. He tipped his head back with a soft noise rumbling in his chest, a cat like smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as your tongue followed the trail of your kiss swollen lips.

"You have impeccable tastes, General" you mumbled against his heated skin.

A short puff of air blew past his lips in a soft chortle, a moan tickling the back of his throat as you sucked on the thick bulge of his Adam’s apple. You bared your teeth as you worked a fresh, blooming mark into his flesh, his skin flushing red as you suckled and lapped at his throat.

"You flatter me" Jing Yuan replied, voice barely above a husky purr.

His head was already starting to feel a little dizzy and you weren’t even inside of him yet. Another salacious moan bubbled up his throat as your hands cupped his pillowy chest, squeezing until his fat tits and pebbling nipples spilled between your fingers. You continued to paw at his chest as you trailed your lips lower, feeling his rapidly beating pulse jump beneath the press of your mouth as you followed the prominent pulse. Your blood was simmering in your veins as his breathy sighs graced your ears, warmth coiling in the pit of your stomach at the mere sounds that spilled from his parted lips. Having such a powerful man laying beneath you made your head spin so fast you were feeling giddy; already drunk before you even got to the main course.

Your nails bit into his skin as you squeezed his juicy pectoral muscles, leaving behind crescent shaped marks as you worked another fresh, angry mark into his collar bone. Your teeth were a little rougher this time, skin blooming scarlet beneath your ministrations as you lapped at the perspiration clinging to his skin. You were in no rush, savouring the taste of him dancing on your tongue and lingering in the back of your throat every time you took a deep breath. You leaned closer as you trailed your lips over his chest, feeling his cock jumping between your legs as you sucked a pert nipple into your warm mouth. Jing Yuan’s fingers tightened on the loops of your harness, leather biting your skin as you swirled your tongue around a pink tip. Your teeth tugged at the sensitive nerve as his hips jolted forward, the butt plug shoved tightly up his arse slipping a little deeper as he swore something foul under his breath.

You let go of his chest with a loud pop, hands still fondling his skin as you moved to his other, neglected nipple to bless it with just as much attention. You didn’t pull away again until his chest was covered in a thin sheen of your saliva. Your eyes danced with mirth at your handy work, your hickeys already blooming into a little garden of flowers. You didn’t get many chances to indulge like this and you were already starting to get carried away. Even though you had strayed far from the path, Jing Yuan was a very patient man, not a single crack breaking his flawless expression as he gave you a lazy smirk, long lashes brushing against his warm cheeks as he gazed at you with lidded eyes.

"Having fun, little dove?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

You hummed as you drummed your fingers along his torso, enjoying the way he leaned further into your touch as you slid your hands along his sides.

"I’m thoroughly enjoying myself" you admitted with a coy smile painting your lips. "You’re doing so well for me, baby girl."

The way the nickname slipped from your pretty lips really should not have made his cock jump as hard as it did. He chewed on the insides of his mouth as he stifled the moan that tried to crawl out of his throat. You always had used those words in such a joking manner yet with his body so highly strung he was going to lap up any praise that spilled from your mouth like the hungry beggar that he was. You noticed the way his hips twitched forward as you kneaded your hands along his thigh, your eyebrows wriggling playfully as you chuckled.

"What’s wrong baby?" you cooed. "Do you like being called my good girl?"

His cock shuddered violently again and oozed more pre-cum from the leaking tip. A rush of air blew past his lips, flicking a few stray strands of snowy hair from his eyes. He believed he was starting to realise why you adored getting praised by him so much. It was hard to control how his body reacted when you whispered to him in such a seducing tone.

"Evidently" Jing Yuan murmured in reply.

Elation made your blood boil with bliss. Your grin was still plastered on your face as your hands dropped between his parted thighs, fingers ghosting along the cute butt plug buried snug in him as the faux fur of the cat tail curled around your fingertips. You leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips, tasting the shape of his mouth as your teeth nipped at the plump flesh until it turned cherry red.

"Well, then, just lay back like a good pillow Princess and I’ll take care of the rest."

Jing Yuan couldn’t help but let out a loud snort, followed by a throaty chuckle. "Careful, it sounds like that power is going to that pretty little head of yours" he warned.

There was a witty reply rattling around somewhere in the back of your head but you were a little too preoccupied with grabbing the scruff of his ass to respond properly. All you could offer up with a devious little smile as you started to pull the plug out of him. Jing Yuan’s legs shuffled further apart as his jaw tensed, throat bobbing as you removed the toy from him. Instead of chucking it to some unknown corner of the room you decided to tuck it beneath the lace lingerie hugging his waist, the fur tickling the sensitive skin of his thighs as the tips became damp from the beads of slick smeared across his skin. You grabbed the base of your strap and guided it to the rim of his hole, a delicious sound stirring in his chest as the tip pressed into his sopping entrance. You rub it over his sopping opening as you place a wet kiss to his chin.

"You ready for me baby?" you asked.

Jing Yuan hummed in response, fingers tugging at the loops of your harness as he urged you to press closer and into him.

"Ready."

"You can move, little sparrow. I’m not made of porcelain."

Without further hesitation, you started pushing into him. His breathing shuddered as your strap pierced him, the globs of lube coating the silicone making the transition much smoother as you slid deep inside of him. His fluttering hole clenched around the silicone dick, his mouth rapidly becoming dry as he tasted the desire heavy on his tongue. You were slow and meticulous with your movements as you eased into him, hips pressing forward until you felt you could push no further. You both shared a small sigh as you grew still, your thumbs rubbing along the beautiful dip in his alluring v-line to soothe the wild beat of his heart. You could hear your own pulse drumming loudly in your ears as you peered up at your lover beneath thick lashes, a curious tilt to your head as you observed every minute twitch of his body. You couldn’t help but shudder at the difference in size between you. He was so much larger in frame than you were, even when he was lazing on his back. He must have thought the sight of a little, darling thing like you burying eight, thick inches of dick in his arse was quite adorable. And the chuckle that fell from his dry lips confirmed it.

You huffed loudly as you puffed your cheeks up at him. There was a hint of a challenge lacing his voice and the smug look he gave you was only goading you further. It didn’t perturb you in the slightest. After all, this wasn’t your first rodeo and you were going to make him eat his words.

You started out slow, languidly rolling your hips forward and falling into a comfortable rhythm. A sigh tumbled from Jing Yuan’s lips as his stomach bunched up into a tight knot, heat coiling and twisting inside of him. His rigid cock softly bounced between your bodies as you pulled your strap halfway out only to slide right back in. Jing Yuan knew what you were doing by the way you twisted your hips and the tip of your silicone cock prodded his insides. You were trying to memorise the spot that he liked. And, unfortunately for him, you found it far quicker than he was able to anticipate. The feeling of your strap rubbing against a white hot, sensitive nerve caught him by surprise and you knew you found what you were looking for when it sounded like his heart jumped right up into his throat.

You smiled. "So soon, baby?" you teased.

Jing Yuan grunted as his strong leg hooked around your hip. His foot dug into the back of your thigh as he urged you to go deeper, his greedy hole swallowing around the strap as he shuddered beneath you. Well, since you had already found it, he may as well go with the flow.

"Keep it right there" Jing Yuan said, a commanding tone lacing his voice as he stared at you with a sheen pooling in his smouldering, golden eyes.

You nodded along to his words. "Yes general~"

The smack of your hips started to increase as the mattress softly creaked beneath you. Jing Yuan could already feel his body trembling along with the bedframe, drool clinging to the corners of his mouth as his body was driven higher and higher with ecstasy. His usual silver tongue started to feel like lead in his mouth as you alternated your rhythm, switching between short and fast thrusts to long and smooth strokes. It made his dick twitch wildly as he was kept on his toes, the blunt head of your strap pressing into his soft spot over and over again as stars wavered in his vision. Your hands started kneading at his chest again as you put a little more force behind your thrusts, revelling in the sounds you could wrench from the renowned general’s throat.

"Harder" Jing Yuan breathed, choking on a moan as the pressure inside of him threatened to bubble over.

You adhered to his request, pushing yourself to your limit as you pounded into him as hard as you could. You refused to touch his twitching cock, wanting your general to come untouched. You’d even bat away at his hands even if he tried to grab it himself. You nuzzled your face into his chest as another sinful moan spilled from his mouth, a filthy praise of your name on his lips as he shivered. His face was engulfed with heat as you roughly pumped your hips, strap pushing against his sweet spot with every harsh pound as his head spun around like a broken record.

"You gonna cum, pretty baby?" you drawled, lazily flicking your tongue over his pert nipple.

Jing Yuan swallowed thickly, peering down at you beneath soused lashes as he nodded.

"Yes."

"Good girl."

Jing Yuan squeezed his eyes shut as he threw his head back with a loud and guttural cry to the heavens. The most exquisite sound crawled out of his throat as the pressure inside him snapped and bathed his body with pure and unadulterated bliss, twitching hole squeezing snug around the strap buried so deeply in his ass. The sound made your own arousal burn fiercely, pleasant tingles racing along your back as he was intimately ripped apart at the seams. His weeping cock kicked as he painted his abdomen with thick, sticky ribbons of white, threads even managing to spray on your soft belly as you twisted between the sheets in bliss. Your pace gradually started to taper off as you finally wrapped your hand around the base of his thick cock, fingers struggling to touch as you roughly pumped him. A soft moan stirred in his chest as you squeezed the last drops out of him, your teeth teasing along his throat as you carved out more marks into his searing flesh.

You could barely hear the sound of his laboured breathing over your own, your knees aching something fierce and hips stinging even after your movements came to a halt. You didn’t move for several minutes, focusing on catching your breath and waiting for Jing Yuan to come down from his own high before you found the strength to do anything. You ran your hands along his pliable body, feeling him immediately melt into your touch as your fingertips rubbed soothing circles into his skin. You placed your chin on his chest as he purred beneath you, rubbing his strong hands along the curve of your spine as his legs coiled around your waist. A soft chuckle blew past your lips at the sight of his blissed-out expression and his askew cat ears perched on top of his ruffled hair.

"You know, you should keep it" you said, fingers playing with the band of his stockings. "It really is cute."

Jing Yuan hummed as his eyes finally peeled open to gaze down at you. You smooshed your cheek against his sturdy chest, his thundering heart beat loud in your ear as he gave you a thoughtful look.

"You know, I was hoping you’d like it. I bought you one as well~"

#my writing #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail #hsr jing yuan #hsr smut #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #x reader #fem!reader #i hope i did you proud #and now #to crawl back into the abyss from whence i came

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 month

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Hi!! Can I please request a Soulmate!Morpheus x mutant!fem!reader where the reader has the ability to enter and manipulate dreams? I just feel like they’d be sooo cute together and Y/n would feel so at home in the Dreaming (more than she ever did in the waking world), and she’d fit in perfectly as his Queen🥹💜

Pretender

"You are not a dream, and yet you dare meddle with mine." "I didn't mean to!"

Dream of the Endless x Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutral!reader, petty sulky eldritch lord!Dream, fluff, it's low key giving enemies to lovers, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I'm in a writing dissonance and I'm hoping writing this will get me out of it 🥲 my lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt, I hope you like it 🫶 it took me quite a while to get anything written but here it is!!!!

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @shadow-pancake9

"Here you go," I hand the old woman a cup of tea and milk. She reaches her veiny, wrinkled hand towards the saucer and takes a sip of the tea with a smile.

I sit on the side of her bed and smile back at her.

"Oh, thank you terribly, dearie," she huffs and slowly places the teacup on her bedside table. She then grabs my hands and grasps them frimly.

The warmth of her grip squeezes at my heart. I squeeze her hands back, "now, what would you like to dream about tonight?"

"Oh, I'd like to kiss my Reginald and my children all-night long."

"Then you shall," I lean in and nod, "you will dream about your Reginald and your children."

She chuckles, then yawns, "oh, I do hope we're rich in my dreams. I so terribly wished to buy them pretty clothes, but I just could not afford it, you know."

I nod and rub her hands, "you will this time."

The old lady smiles and sinks into her pillow. I tuck her in and close her light.

She watches me stand before closing her eyes, "thank you kindly, sweet child."

I make sure to leave her apartment as quiet as a mouse.

I release a sigh and go into my room, just next door. I open the lights and head to my kitchen. I open the fridge and rummage through the items which were slowly molding away.

I grab the box of cereal and shove my hand in. I stuff my face with sweet pebbles and close the door. My soul nearly leaves me when I see the shadowy figure behind me.

I shriek and turn away, clutching the cereal tightly in my hand.

"𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖗," the voice echoes across the room.

I whine and curl into the foot of my refrigerator.

I can feel the presence move closer towards me. The deep baritone brings a chill down my spine, "𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗."

Shakily, I ask, "who are you?"

"𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕," he echoes, "and you are an insult to me."

I shudder and lift my eyes. The being is cloaked in darkness, shrouded from head to toe, and yet there was an inexplicable glow in his black eyes.

"Who are you to decide what one should and shouldn't see in their sleep? Who are you to command 𝖒𝖞 dreams and warp them to your liking? You are no Dream Maker. You are speck in the universe, mortal."

"The Endless Dream," I mutter, "I- I- I know you... I've studied you all my life." I maneuver on my knees, "I- I was born with the power to manipulate dreams. I mean you no insult, I just-"

At this point, my whole room is engulfed in darkness.

"Please," I shake my head, "I'm sorry."

A moment passes, then in a blink, as if it never was, my room is the same as it was before.

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉.

Needless to say, I was shaken to the core.

Which is kind of odd... considering the fact I was face to face with him again, and felt... enamoured?

The Eternal Dream had his back turned to me as he went through a table of books. He turns slightly, profile coming into view as he flipped through a book.

My heart races at the sight of his face. No longer was he covered in darkness, he was now molded with beauty. My heightened pulse was not born of fear, no... it was something of-

"- love."

Dream looks over his shoulder. His eyes widen at the sight of me, then darken in equal measure.

"Lord! I mean my lord!"

"How have you come here-" he mutters in shock before his voice drops an octave, "𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗."

I shirk, "... I went to sleep... and thought of you."

"𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖙-"

I turn away and close my eyes, handing him something.

"... is that supposed to impress me?"

I look back at him then down to the bouquet of flowers in my hand. I feel nervous as I explain, "no. I just- it felt right-"

"There is nothing right about your presence-"

I silence him. In a blink of an eye, he and I are now sitting on a table set with tea and treats in the middle of a garden. He looks enchanting in this setting. My stomach is filled with butterflies. An actual butterfly flutters by. I lean on the table and mutter, "I feel the exact way... but opposite."

Dream looks around the lush gardens and grunts, "you dare teleport me in my own domain?"

I tense when he says this, "fuck-" I straighten up, "-force of habit."

"You are not a dream, and yet you dare meddle with mine."

"I didn't mean to!"

"𝕰𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍," his voice echoes, and suddenly we are both standing in darkness.

Actually, only I am standing in darkness. My pulse begins to quicken all over again.

"Dream?" I call out in panic, but the void eats up my sound.

I resist the urge at first, the urge to morph the matter into what I want it to be, but the quickened thump in my chest practically yells out to be free of this darkness.

And so I think. I think hard. I think hard about making a hole out of the darkness that I physically pry out an opening and enter through it. Once I'm out, I find myself in a throne room. Something clanks on the floor.

I look around for a moment, in awe, then turn to whatever it was that fell.

"You got out," a voice speaks in disbelief as I pick the object on the floor.

I look up and see Dream's looming figure. He walks over to me with a skeptical expression.

I blink and steal a glance at what I picked up before handing it to him, "I... think you dropped this."

He looks at my outstretched palm. He looks at the gemstone and looks back at me.

I feel incredibly self-conscious at his prolonged stare.

"Do you know what that is?"

I inspect the stone and shrug, "a... weird shaped diamond?"

"It is a heart of a soul star," he mutters, "half of it."

"Oh..." I lower my arm because it started to tire, "did you lose the other?"

"In a word... many aeons ago," he brings his hand into his breast pocket, "but no longer."

Dream shows me an identical looking stone and my mouth parts at the sight of it.

"It seems you are not a pretender," he sighs, "but the half of my soul. My missing soulmate."

"W-what?"

Dream looks over his shoulder, "Merv. You don't have to continue making that dungeon room."

A scarecrow with a large, orange pumpkin head pulls out the cigar in his lips, "but I already started! The torture chamber and everything!"

"Dungeon room?!"

#dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #dream fluff #dream fanfic #the sandman fluff #the sandman crackfic #dream of the endless crackfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endles x you #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfic #morpheus fluff

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cherrychilli · 1 year

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If you're lonely, call me

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, established relationship

Summary: With your houses so close together, being next door neighbors with your boyfriend Steve comes with the benefit of being able to see right into each others bedrooms. It's late, you're feeling lonely and he's just a stone's throw away. Why not open the curtains and have some fun?

A/N: Basically, I was reminded of a movie I used to see on TV all the time back in the day called 'It's a Boy Girl Thing' and remembering how those characters interacted yelled at each other through their bedroom windows gave me a naughty idea. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Phone sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic! (I love reading all of your comments and feedback, it really makes my day <3 )

Wordcount: 2.6K

The clock ticks past 2AM and sleep is yet to claim you. Rolling over in bed for the umpteenth time you reach out to turn your bedside lamp on, squinting as your eyes adjust to the outpour of light. It's Steve's fault that you're unable to sleep, the dull ache between your legs an unyielding reminder of how much you miss having him positioned there. Even if it has only been a couple of hours since you saw him last.

Crawling over to the foot of your bed, you crane your neck out to peer through your bedroom window and at Steve's window just a few feet opposite your own. The thin strip of light filtering through the curtains he hasn't drawn completely shut tells you that he's up too. Hopping off your bed and padding over to the window, you unlatch it with one hand and reach for the little jewelry dish sitting on the ledge with the other. After years of living next door to each other, you picked up the habit of filling the ceramic dish with pebbles and casting them at Steve's window whenever you wanted to speak to or sneak out with him without alerting either of your families. Selecting the closest one, you pitch it against Steve's window and wait, smile breaking out on your face when the curtains part to reveal your boyfriend. He returns your smile as you take in how cute he looks with his hair all tousled from laying against his pillows.

You raise your hand to your ear, thumb and pinky fingers extended while you fold the rest into your palm and mouth at him to pick up the landline that sits on his bedside table. He nods back and you turn to jump back into your bed, picking up the receiver of your own phone and dial Steve's number. It was a routine the two of you had perfected and just like every time before, he anticipates the incoming call and picks up the instant the phone rings.

"And what's got you up at this hour", he greets you playfully.

"I was about to ask you the same question", you return, mirroring his tone.

"Uh, you first", he falters, voice taking on a nervous lilt. You note the slight hesitation but decide not to prod just yet.

"Couldn't sleep", you toy with the telephone cord, withholding the real reason for your sleepless state for the moment.

"Any particular reason?"

"Bad dream", you lie. "What about you?"

"I was-uhh, reading", he replies in a barely convincing attempt. He was never any good at lying but you don't need to press any further for answers because you know Steve and you have a pretty good idea of what he could be up to at this hour.

"Steven, were you masturbating?", you inquire teasingly with mock appall, gasping into the receiver whilst clutching at your imaginary pearls.

"No!", he blurts out loud. And then more quietly, "I was about to..." he admits with defeat.

"Oh? did I interrupt?", you continue to tease, grinning to yourself when you guessed correctly.

"Not exactly. I was already thinking about you"

Your face turns warm at his confession. "Anything in particular?", you ask, encouraging him for more details.

"I liked that shirt you had on today", he answered.

You let out a chuckle, knowing all too well that the low cut tee that he's referring to was a little snug on your form and was sure to draw his attention to your chest. As you had hoped it would.

"I could tell. It was impossible to make eye contact with you today", you chide lightheartedly, not at all upset by his wandering eyes.

"I'm sorry", he laughs back sheepishly and the sound of it has you picturing the way he drops his gaze and runs his hand through his hair whenever he feels embarrassed.

Clutching the phone a little tighter, you abandon the amused tone for something a little more suggestive and closer to a whisper, "I wish I could have asked you over today". You usually did. And if you didn't it was because the both of you had decided to go over to Steve's. Only this time you had returned home without him on account of promising your mother that you would help set up the house for dinner with your aunt and cousins who had been visiting from out of town.

"Can I make it up to you?"

"What do you have in mind?", he asks and you can hear the excitement underscoring his tone.

"Come back to the window", you reply, already swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

You carry the receiver with you a few shorts steps away to your bedroom window, cord trailing behind you.

"Now what?" Steve calls into the receiver when he appears in place, watching you from behind paned glass. You bite your bottom lip, excitement buzzing inside you as you set the phone down on the window sill. You watch the curious expression on Steve's face as your fingers curl underneath the hem of your oversized t-shirt, pulling the material up to expose your bare breasts. His breath goes still, jaw slack, his eyes trained on your naked chest and despite the few feet of distance between you he swears he can see your nipples harden. You shift your weight on to your tip toes, arching your back before slowly rocking back down on to your heels, causing your breasts to bounce as you settle back to your original stance. You’re more than satisfied when Steve's lips frame a silent and awe struck “Fuck” in response, eyes wide with interest.

A thought occurs to you while he stares and instead of letting the front of your shirt drop back down to conceal yourself, you surprise him by pulling it off entirely, leaving you in just your sleep shorts. A quick flash. A little tease. He hadn't expected it but the moment you'd showed him your tits like this he'd thought a quick peek would be the extent of it. As soon as you pick the phone back up he's finally able to let out what had been trapped in his throat when you first lifted your shirt up. "Baby! fuck, what are you doing?", voice stirring with a thrilling feeling that he can't contain.

"The truth is I couldn't sleep because I've been thinking of you too", you answer, referring back to the start of your conversation. "And I think I have an idea that'll solve both of our problems".

You reach over to drag your vanity chair across the soft carpeted floor and position it in front of your window before seating yourself.

"Stevie, do you want to watch me touch myself?", you ask, tone tempting and sweet like honey.

The answer was yes. A resounding, thunderous yes but he only manages to pry a flustered, "Oh my god, angel", from his lips in response and you find that you like the sound of it just as much. It reminded you of how your knees would feel weak whenever he played with the hem of your skirt, his lips pressed against your neck as he drew soft pleas for more out of you. Only this time, you were the one making him feel weak.

"I want to watch you too. Please?", you request, voice so saccharine he couldn't imagine ever refusing.

He doesn't answer, too busy already pulling at his desk chair to place it in front his window. There's about 10 Feet of distance between your houses and you're thankful it isn't any more because you can easily make out the outline of his cock underneath his sweats from where you're seated. You can hear rustling and soft thudding through the phone as he drops down in his chair, impatiently stripping his shirt off to bring the chest hair that makes your panties pool with wet heat into view.

"So, you missed playing with my tits today?", you start, earning a raspy response from the boy on the other line.

"Yeah baby, fuck, do you know how hard it was to let you walk away from me today?".

You smile at that. "If I stayed, how would you have touched me?", you bring your free hand up to cup one of your breasts and squeeze tenderly.

Something electric rolls all the way up his spine when he hears you let out a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. His free hand moves to palm himself through his sweatpants, grunting at the respite it offers him.

"I don't think I could be as gentle as you're being right now", he answers honestly. "I like hearing all those pretty noises you make too much. I want to hear you get loud- wanna suck your tits till they're all marked up- pinch them till they're all sensitive and you can't take anymore...wanna make you cum from playing with just your tits"

You feel lightheaded in the best way, fingers rolling your hardened nipples whilst fighting the urge to let your eyes fall shut and picture just what he's describing.

"Need to know what you were thinking about. What kept you up tonight, baby?" he asks. He slips his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats as you balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, free hand now rubbing your clit over your shorts while the other continues to toy with your nipple. You can feel the dampness of your arousal there, faintly surprised that you've soaked that far into your clothes already.

"Mm, kept thinking about your big cock", you let out in a hushed moan. "Missed having it inside me...feeling it stretching me open. Please, baby take it out for me?", you ask sweetly.

Steve releases his throbbing cock long enough to hook his thumb into the waistband, pulling his sweatpants down until he can kick them off and aside. Your breathing grows heavy when you see it, thick and hard in his large fist, tip flushed a deep shade of pink as he teases it with his thumb. You tear your eyes away long enough to notice the way he raises his eyebrows at you, his eyes falling to your shorts as if to say, your turn. You follow through with his silent request, eager to rid yourself of your damp clothes. You shed your sleep shorts and panties, slick strings of your arousal catching on your inner thigh as you do so. Goosebumps form on your skin as you raise your legs and rest your heels on the window sill, spreading your thighs apart so Steve can see between them.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart", he groans when he sees your bare pussy, precum spilling from his tip and wetting his fist as he watches your fingers tease the little patch of hair on your mound.

"So pretty, baby. Wanna taste you so bad", he husks, pumping his shaft. The wet sound carries through the phone along with his heavy breathing, drawing a whimper out of you. Your fingers travel to your folds, parting them to reveal your core to him, all sticky and warm.

"S-same here- wanna feel you in the back of my throat", you stutter, thumb bumping your clit.

He squeezes his shaft, head hanging over the back of his chair as he leans back, dragging his fist from base to tip at a torturously slow pace. You draw your tongue along the roof of your mouth as you watch him, sucking in a breath as you remember all the times you'd licked along the prominent veins on his cock. "You look so pretty with my cock filling your mouth, babe", he recalls. He raises his head to look at you again, hair settling over his eyes, all dark and intoxicating. "Especially when you start to cry...lips all swollen, your mascara running down your cheeks- shit"

Your brows are upturned and pinched together as you ease your middle finger inside your hole. The way he's looking at you has your belly blossoming with something deep and wanting and you're only sorry you're not knelt between his thighs and watching him up close, feeling the weight of his cock in your own hand, tasting him on your tongue. "Fuck, Steve...you look so good like this", you mewl, back curving into an arch as you clench around your finger. He releases a breathy laugh, "Me? darling, I'm trying not to cum too soon just looking at you". You were a sight. Legs spread just for him, showing him the most intimate parts of you, touching yourself to the sound of his voice. Watching your finger sink inside you had him biting the inside of his cheek, mind filling with thoughts of your cunt clamping around his cock and milking him dry.

You whine, working another finger inside your dripping pussy as he savors the sound of every labored breath you release. "Stevie, it's so much better when you do it", you pant into the phone, trying your best to mimic the way his fingers would curl and drag along your velvety walls. He notices the way your nose scrunches with frustration and your lips dip into a slight frown. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you get there", he promises with a groan, determined to watch you come undone. "Be a good girl for me, angel. Start playing with your clit". You melt at how sweetly he phrases it, body trembling at the sound of his voice all deep and throaty. You remove your hand from your hardened nipple to rub circles against your clit, moaning into the phone as the feeling in your belly becomes stronger. "Fuck, just like that-get your fingers nice and messy", he exhales.

He knows you're getting close, the telltale signs are all there- toes curling, thighs quivering, the timbre of your moans becoming higher and he's not far behind you. “You want us to get caught, don’t you?, he taunts, wicked smile stretching across his face. "Doing this in front of your window? that's pretty dirty, babe. Want everyone to see you like this?". The thought sends a sick sense of exhilaration coursing through your body in waves and while all you can do is moan out his name in reply he can see it written all over your face.

"I'm fucking you against that window tomorrow", he continues, abdomen clenching as his release approaches. "Gonna see how many times I can make you cum like that - wanna feel how tight you get when you cum on my cock".

The rhythm of your fingers on your clit borders on sloppy, pushing you towards the edge. "P-promise? Want you to fill me up so bad, oh fuck Steve, I'll be waiting",

The coil snaps and your lips fall open in a wail, thighs threatening to shut when you hear him growl out on the other end, "Keep them open". The bottoms of your feet are bound to be sore tomorrow given how hard you forced them into the edge of the window sill in a desperate effort to keep your feet planted and legs spread apart for him. "That's it, that's my good girl", he praises, fucking his fist with fervor as he watches you throw your head back and gush around your fingers, sound carrying through the phone. You remove your fingers from your clit when it gets to be too much, pulling the others free from your fluttering hole when the aftershocks of your orgasm start to subside.

A strangled moan on the other line has you perking your head back up in time to see Steve reach his limit, your face heating up as milky ropes of his cum spurt out to splash against his abdomen and happy trail. If you weren't fighting to regain your breath you would have told him how pretty he looks when he cums. How pretty he sounds.

There isn't anything else you can do after that but stare longingly at each other, sweaty and sticky and out of breath, smiles forming on both your lips.

"I can't believe we've never tried this before" you break the silence with a weary laugh, slumping further into your chair while somehow still being able to balance the phone against your shoulder.

"Guess we're gonna have to do this a lot more to make up for every time we didn't", he laughs back, lips curving into a smirk before asking, "Same time tomorrow?"

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things smut #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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I loved the older step brother Levi post and it got me thinking about step brother Levi listening to you touch yourself through the wall and getting all horny and flustered I love him so much 💕💕💕

a/n: if he wasn't interested before, he is now.

curiosity | leviathan x reader

0.6k words | nsfw | gn!reader | dark content

cw: step!cest. reader is late teens/early 20s and levi is mid-late 20s. modern au; voyeurism; masturbation.

The first time he hears you is a complete accident. The old folks went to bed ages ago, and their bedroom is on the other side of this mansion they call a house.

He was padding quietly past your room, assuming you were asleep, but a muffled noise through the door made him freeze in place. He thought that maybe he was hearing things, but then he heard it again—a moan, breathy and soft, and when he strained his hearing he recognized the familiar sound of squeaky mattress springs.

Maybe you're not used to living with your new step-brother yet, if you're this loud when his room is only down the hall from yours. Maybe you assumed he was up late, gaming with his headset on as usual. If he was, he'd have no idea what you were up to.

Or do you secretly hope he hears you?

He carefully steps closer to your door, and you sound so much clearer with his ear nearly pressed against the wood. A litany of whimpers and curses that punctuate the moans tumbling from your lips.

He closes his eyes and palms his erection through his jeans and he wonders.

He wonders if you're wearing those cute PJ's he saw you in earlier, or if you're writhing against the sheets, naked in the darkness except for the moonlight that peeks through your window.

He wonders if you're tucked beneath the blankets, the weight of your bedding restricting your movements while you touch yourself shamelessly. Or perhaps the blankets are kicked to the end of the bed, hmm? Does it feel better when you can stretch your legs, toes curling against the mattress as pleasure seeps through you? Is it easier to arch your back when you touch yourself just right?

He wonders whether your nipples pebble in the cool air or against the fabric of your shirt. It adds a sharp fissure of pleasure when you pinch your nipple with one hand while the other moves between your legs. He wonders if anyone's ever sucked on your chest before, and what it might feel like to flick his tongue over the hardened nub and play with your tits while you pant beneath him.

He wonders how you like to touch yourself and what you like best. Do you stroke yourself while your fingers grow warm and dewy from the arousal leaking out of you? Or do you curl your fingers deep inside, squirming uselessly as you fuck yourself and wish thicker fingers than yours, or someone's cock was inside you instead?

He wonders how many times you can cum before you stop, limp and sweaty but still unsatisfied.

Tonight, he wonders and he craves something he didn't know he wanted until now. He stains the inside of his boxers white when he cums from nothing but the pressure of his hand and rough denim against his throbbing, needy cock. He walks silently to his room once he's sure you're finally asleep. He falls naked into bed and fists his cock, already hard and aching again at the mere thought of you. He bites his pillow when he grunts and swears and moans your name. He's never been this horny in his life, and he only stops when he's tired and shaking and his balls are drained. He wipes his hand on the cum-stained sheets and finds a dry spot to sleep on.

Before he falls asleep, he can't help but wonder if you thought of him too.

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#obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me au #x reader #gn!reader #cw stepcest #tw stepcest #cw voyeurism #tw voyeurism

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bubbless-s · 19 days

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Ticci Toby x gn!reader

-ʚɞ genre:fluff

-ʚɞ warning: none

༊*·˚ His touch is incredibly gentle.

༊*·˚ Toby is actually a great cook. If he has the time he will make his s/o those cute bento boxes with food shaped like animals.

༊*·˚ He definitely sings in the shower. Giving those shampoo bottles a good concert!! if you can get him to shower

༊*·˚ Probably has an playlist 13 hours long. (That mf probably has one for you too don’t worry.)

༊*·˚ He LOVES neck kisses.

༊*·˚ From somewhere he learned that penguins bring pebbles to there lovers, so he brought you one too!

༊*·˚ At this being said he has a rock collection which he will definitely show off.

༊*·˚ Picnic dates in the woods.

༊*·˚ Toby loves quite evining like when you guys aren’t doing anything but cuddling in eachothers arms.

༊*·˚ He enjoys the feeling of you nuzzling into him or playing with his hair.

༊*·˚ isn’t a big fan of PDA, but hey he can’t go without holding your hand.

༊*·˚ If you guys go to an aquarium for a date just know before that he spend 2 hours learning fun facts about different kind of fishes. (This is his way of trying to impress you.)

༊*·˚ 24/7 uses your lap as his personal pillow. (Toby gets ready sleeping around you.)

༊*·˚ If you make him a bracelet he will never take it off or wear it till the bracelet is no more.

༊*·˚ Toby is your #1 fan and supporter.

༊*·˚ Pet names include- “my love” “honey” “babe”

༊*·˚ May OR may not call you kitten for shits and giggles.

#okay this is my first time doing this idk if i did it right #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #toby rogers #tobias rogers #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n #fluff

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theclairvoyage · 12 days

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Centrifugation: Chapter 7

Series Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Reader takes pain pills, somno if you squint, a bit of dacryphilia, shower sex, rough sex, a little bit of dom!Joel, lots of soft!Joel, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), fluff that'll make your teeth disintegrate, mentions of violence, reader's mom makes an appearance

WC: 6.3k

Dividers courtesy of the lovely @cafekitsune <3

Thursday, October 21st | 2131

Groggily, you wake in Joel’s dark room, air icy from his ceiling fan. You’re lying on your right side, heavily bandaged arm propped up on a pillow draped over your left. You sit up slightly and open your eyes fully, trying to accustom your tired eyes to the minimal lighting in the room. A strip of light on your left attracts you. The LED mirror light must be on in his bathroom, and the door is shut. You hear Joel’s footsteps pattering around the tile floor.

Now somewhat awake and equipped with better vision, you scan the room. His computer is stashed on the nightstand opposite the one on your side of the bed—he must’ve been working while you cozied up next to him and dozed off. You get up from the bed slowly, standing in place while your head recalibrates itself—the stars in your vision fade quickly, but your head is heavy as a rock. Joel must’ve given you one of your pain pills. You remember giving the orange bottle to him and telling him to put it where you can’t get to it—opioids are new to you, and you don’t want to risk dependence or nasty side effects.

You approach the door and tug lightly, the LED light blinding you momentarily. A fuzzy, curly-haired blur of a man turns to look at you from one of the sinks.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” Joel says softly. You’re cute – eyes squinting from the light, face flushed and patterned from your slumber. You’re still wearing the outfit you had on when he drove you from the hospital—baggy tee, baggy cotton shorts, patterned crew socks. He walks over to you and pulls you into a warm embrace, laying your head on his shoulder. You mumble something in response, causing him to chuckle.

“Someone’s high, eh?” he asks in a playful timbre, pulling back slightly to look at your face. Your gaze is foggy, pupils shrinking from the light as you look up at him. You smirk and let out a small whine, like a child woken up from a nap. He pulls you back in and breathes in your scent of gauze and hospital room.

“Let’s get you showered, baby,” he murmurs into your ear. You nod and lift your arms, giving him room to pull your baggy shirt over your head. The cool bathroom air licks at your nipples. He pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swoop while you lean on his arms for support. You watch him undress, the sight of his bare skin resurrecting your earlier arousal. Poor Joel has been wanting you since you teased him in the hospital room, and you can tell when you see the half-swell of his cock poking up as his boxers fight to slip over it.

He pulls you in close again, fingertips tracing patterns on your lower back. You pull your chest flush to his, pebbled nipples dragging on his skin. He leans in to kiss you—it’s slow and long, sleep still draining itself from your system and Joel keen on his promise to you from the hospital room. He’s going to make your body and mind feel good—help you start to recover from the events of yesterday.

While he was working, he watched you sleep, occasionally sneaking a hand over to stroke your temple as he recollected the events from yesterday. When Keri called him, he didn’t answer at first because the number was foreign to him—it was her frantic, mumbled voicemail that kicked his panic into overdrive. He called back immediately, needing to know if you were okay.

“Joel, she’s alright for now. That nut gashed her arm pretty good.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill him, swear—,”

“He’s already dead. Idiot tried pulling his knife on the cops that showed up. Three bullets. All for a fucking permanent deferral.”

“Where is she? I need to—s-see her, be with her, where—,”

“Immanuel Hospital on 72nd and Sorensen. Call me when you get here, I’ll bring you up. She’s out of surgery.”

“On my way.”

Rage coursed through his belly at his reminiscence of yesterday, hands balled into trembling fists. He cried on the way to the hospital, worried that you might not wake or that some freakish sepsis accident would threaten to take you forever. Joel admits he doesn’t know much about medicine, and most of what he knows has been from Sarah’s Grey’s Anatomy binges. But he knows pain and loss—a road he couldn’t bear to travel, not with you. He had kicked himself two-fold: for letting himself get so attached so quickly, and for thinking that being attached to you like this was a bad thing. His past threatened to cloud his future, and that wasn’t an option with you in his life.

Mind snapped to the present, he puts on the cast protector he bought for you at the store and guides you into his palatial shower, steam wrapping the walls and the hum of water relaxing you instantly. You remember that there’s a large seating area in this giant ass bathhouse-disguised-as-a-shower. He sits you down and moves to redirect the flow of the two showerheads, so the streams hit your feet and legs. You lean back against the tiled wall, and he kneels in front of you. His hair is wet, but not quite drenched, droplets cascading down his tendrils and the bridge of his curved nose.

“I’m so happy you’re alright, sweetheart… wanna make you feel good,” he coos, leaning into place soft kisses on your neck and collarbone. You sigh and arch your chest into his mouth, craving his attention and devotion, a warm envelope you need to be sheathed in. His mouth moves down to your breast and licks the swell before swirling his tongue up to your nipple, mouth closing over the bud softly.

There are no teeth, no lingering marks as he continues his trail down your curves—just a man selflessly (sort of) pouring his affection for you on your body, hoping to make the day after one of the worst days of your life a better one. You card the fingers of your free hand through his wet hair as he descends to your navel, the only sounds being the steady stream of water and wet attention of his mouth echoing throughout the shower. He reaches your mound and you let out a low, long sigh. He spreads your thighs apart further and scoots down, hooking his forearms around your hips as he pulls you down slightly. You’re forced to use your good arm to prop yourself up. Now panting, you look down at him, water droplets from the condensing steam blurring your vision.

“You want this, baby?” he asks, beaming up at you from the apex of your thighs. Is he asking if you want him to continue, or if you want him? Either way, you nod feverishly.

“Tell me,” He pleads, licking up your inner thigh as his eyes are still locked on yours.

You whine in response. “Need you, Joel—all of you, please,” you beg quietly.

He places a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your cunt, and you cry softly, back arching and head tilting back. He groans into you, the sound and taste of you making his cock twitch. His tongue swirls over your clit and he sucks lightly. You gasp, the pressure setting your nerves ablaze. He continues slowly, alternating between flat licks—your favorite—and soft suckles of your clit. His tongue is strong and firm, soft and sweet all at once. You’re moaning his name as he continues licking you, each flick of his tongue casting more sparks in the inferno that is your orgasm—one that grows quickly. He’s moaning as he eats you out, only pulling away to tell you how good you taste, how wet you are, how much he enjoys doing this to you. He slides two fingers through your slick and pumps them into you languidly, fully intending to drag this out until you’re screaming.

“Oh, Joel, fuckfuckfuck—feels so good,” you pant, syllables coming out as heavy breaths. He groans into your core again, delighted to hear your feedback. He’s so fucking turned on by the taste, smell, sound, and look of you as he gives you raw pleasure, and he reaches a hand down to stroke himself. You notice the loss of his free hand on your thigh, his other hand still pummeling into you. You’re close—your quick huffs and intensifying moans let Joel know, too. Your pussy is squeezing his fingers so tightly that he has trouble pulling them back out. The edge is near, and you frantically rut your hips against his mouth and nose as you chase your high. Joel swears he could come right then and there, but before he can think of it further, you let out a wail and your legs spasm uncontrollably. Your orgasm is intense, strong leg muscles clasping around his head and neck. He’s not done, though—his tongue and fingers don’t slow until your hand is pulling his hair, coaxing him up to your mouth for a wet, messy kiss.

“Want you inside me, Joel,” you heave, looking at him with lust-blown pupils. He doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Stand up,” he commands. As soon as you do, his firm hands grasp your hips and rotate you so you’re facing the tile wall of the shower. Joel presses down on your back, urging your top half down. He rubs his hands up and down the landscape of your back, admiring the curve of your waist juxtaposed with your hips.

“Fuckin’ beautiful—tell me you’re mine,” he growls, hand fisting in your hair and pulling. You whine roughly, the upward crane of your neck compressing your vocal cords.

“Yes, Joel, fuck—I’m yours,” you cry, turned on by his dominance. He releases your hair and guides himself to your center, the swollen head of his cock gathering slick in your folds before slowly pressing into you.

“Shit—ah!” you cry, his cock at this angle nearly splitting you in half. He continues digging into you, and your breath is stuck in your chest, only coming out in sparse squeaks as he expands your walls. He grips your ass hard and spreads you open for him, salivating at the way your pussy grips and creams him. When he finally bottoms out, your vision blanks momentarily. Your organs feel shifted, like he’s quite literally rearranging your guts.

“Y’alright, babygirl? Is it too much?” he asks, a hand smoothing up and down your back as he waits for your cue to move. Your right hand is stuck to the wall, your forehead pressed against it for support as you try to regain your breath and relax your muscles. “Need to hear you’re alright,” he reminds you.

“Please move, Joel—oh!” the end of your sentence a response to the sudden removal of his cock. He pushes the tip into you again, slowly, hissing as you grip him.

“Ohhhh, baby—so goddamn tight,” he groans, and with no warning, he slams into you fully. Eyes rolling back into your head, you scream, overwhelmed by the sharp pain and pleasure of his entrance. He continues this punishing pace—out slowly, tip in, bam. You don’t even feel the dull ache of your arm anymore, only the delicious stretch of his cock and the painful aftershocks of his tip careening into your cervix. Hell, you might even bleed from this, how rough this sex is, but it feels so fucking good—his ravaging your body, hands squeezing your ass and hips so tightly you’ll bruise, him spitting your name and various expletives—you don’t want it to stop. It’s like he’s punishing you for not-quite-almost-dying, overcome by the emotions of what happened to you and seeing you broken but alive. Like he’s making sure you are alive.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he cries, thrusts losing their mojo and growing erratic as you continue to grip and soak him. “Baby, I’m close—need another one from you,” he pleads, hand grabbing your wrist to keep your torso up.

“Faster, Joel, please, I’m there—,” you moan. He obliges, and five quick thrusts in, the world bleeds white and your body fades into euphoric oblivion. Your ears are ringing, vision blank, body in overdrive from the sheer pleasure and intensity of your orgasm—you can’t hear him curse and groan as he comes inside you, breath knocking through his teeth as he spits your name. You feel his warm chest fold over your back, feel his soft lips and tongue on your shoulder, neck, ear, and when he turns you around so he can kiss you, you finally regain your hearing. The spray of water and your breaths are a noticeable contrast to the skin slapping and loud cries from just moments ago. The kiss is passionate, soft, slow, like he’s trying to tell you something—you can feel how much he cares for you in the way his arms embrace you, the way his lips revere your skin. He pulls back and looks at you with that… look. Again.

“Seein’ you come is somethin’ else—never seen anything like that,” he admits, eyes boring into you. You feel yourself suddenly become shy, his praise chipping down stone walls you have built inside. He kisses your forehead.

“C’mon, lemme wash you up,” he says, leading you to one of the showerheads. He washes your hair with some of Sarah’s shampoo that was here last time—his long fingers massage your scalp with perfect pressure and rhythm. You might fall asleep right here, fucked-out and exhausted from the pain meds filtering through your system. He rubs body wash over you, making sure to get all the crevices, and pulls some giggles from you in the process. You want to wash him in return, prove you’re not totally useless with your arm wrapped up in the cast cover. He picks up his shampoo and opens the lid, and you hold your right hand out.

“Y’sure, baby?” he asks, wet hair covering his face and eyes. He looks so handsome like this—curls dripping on his face, chest, and neck, squinting at you so he can see.

“Let me. Please.” He nods and squirts soap into your palm and a little more on his scalp. You do your best to massage his scalp with your free hand, but your arm gets tired fast.

“Sit down, Joel,” you offer. He prods over to the seating area, giving you a full view of his cute butt. You smack it lightly and laugh.

“Watch it, sweetheart—I ain’t got the energy to chase ya,” he warns, smirk on his face and eyes playful. He sits, eye level at your chest. He’s staring at you, hard. You’re trying not to get flustered, but his intense gaze is not helping.

“Close your eyes, babe,” you command softly. He smiles at you calling him that.

“Can’t look at my girl while she washes my hair?” he says. My girl. You ignore the fluttering of your heart.

“Nope, I have stage fright. Shut ‘em,” he rolls his eyes and obliges.

You work your fingers into his scalp, noticing how entranced he is by your touch. It’s nice—domestic, almost. Once you’re done with his hair, you walk back over to grab his body wash and massage his shoulders, chest, and back, pulling some moans and groans from him. Eyes still clamped shut, you lead him back to one of the shower heads and help him rinse. You watch his muscles flex as he rinses his hair, and you wrap your arms around his midsection when he’s done. He’s quick to return the favor, fingers gently rubbing the muscles of your shoulders and upper back. You two stand there for a moment before he leans in to kiss you gently.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he murmurs, smoothing your wet hair back.

“Me? I think you have me confused with yourself,” you say, surprised. “You’re the one taking care of me.” He scoffs.

“You don’t realize what you’re doin’ to me, darlin’—just you bein’ here is takin’ care of me,” he says, tone sounding almost afflicted. You’re almost caught off guard by his affectionate words. He’s doing that thing again, trying to tell you something without saying it explicitly. His amber eyes are glowing at you. He’s happy. You believe him, that just being here with him is enough.

Fuck. You clamp your lips together, making sure you don’t say something you’ll regret and kiss him instead.

“Been in here long enough, you hungry?” he says, pulling away after a bit. You nod.

“Let’s eat and do whatever ya want—watch a movie, anything,” he offers, leaving your embrace to turn off the shower heads.

He helps dry you off and leads you downstairs. You insisted on wearing his clothes, again, which he couldn’t complain about. You decided on watching some Netflix, needing to distract your brain with some trash TV. Joel makes popcorn and gives you a big glass of water as he snuggles up next to you on the leather couch, throwing a big fleece blanket over both of you. The couch is fancy, of course—it’s a three-part sectional, and each section can recline almost completely horizontal. He lets you scroll through Netflix aimlessly for a few minutes before snatching the remote from you.

“Hey! I was just getting to the good stuff,” you complain playfully. He tsks at you.

“Takin’ too long, pretty girl—when Sarah does this, I know we’re about to watch somethin’ cringy,” he says, finally picking NCIS. He’s never watched this before.

“Season 8, Joel,” you direct him. You’ve seen most of these episodes at least twice. He picks a random episode and leans forward to put the remote on the coffee table in front of your feet before sinking back into the couch with you. The theme song starts playing and you immediately bob your head from side to side—it’s so catchy, you probably do it every time it plays. Joel looks down at you and laughs.

“Take it you’re a dancer, then?” he asks.

“Depends on the type of dancing. Not a square dancer, that’s for sure,” you say with a playful snub, knowing already that that’s the only dancing Joel does. He feigns offense, mouth dropping open.

“That’ll change, baby – I can guarantee you that,” he says with a smirk.

“Fine, but then you have to go to a club with me—only fair,” you challenge him, shrugging matter-of-factly. He raises his eyebrows at you, expression saying this girl is losing her shit.

“They have an age limit, darlin’,” he lies, one side of his mouth stuck in a half-smile. You smack his arm playfully.

“They’d only know how old you are if you showed them your ID,” you remind him. He scoffs and points to his greying curls. “They’d see these and know immediately.”

“What, your hair or your perpetual scowl?” you tease, finger rubbing the wrinkles in his forehead. He emits a loud, guttural laugh and grabs your hand, giving it a quick kiss before he releases it.

“Fuckin’ comedian over here, god damn,” he says, chuckling and shaking his head. “Eat your damn popcorn before I shove it in your mouth,” he warns jokingly. You’re in a goofy mood.

“Shove what in my mouth, Joel?” you tease, eyes glued to the TV. His breath hitches for a moment and you see him lean toward you in your peripheral vision. His lips rustle the hair by your ear, making you shiver.

“Don’t get me started, baby—you know how much I love your pretty mouth,” he rasps in your ear, Southern accent laced with a lusty warning. Your core tingles and your face heats up. You’re not exactly sure what it is about him that does this to you, but you’d let him have his way with you anywhere, anytime. He kisses your temple and pulls you into him as the episode continues. He sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs your back, the warmth and comfort lulling you to sleep.

Friday, October 22nd | 0643

The sound of skin sliding on leather pulls you from slumber. You’re on Joel’s couch, snuggling into his warm chest. He must’ve turned over on the couch, causing the noise—his shirt has ridden up just enough for you to see his happy trail cascading into his boxers. The couch is reclined all the way down, forming a makeshift bed in his living room. You must’ve fallen asleep, and you bet Joel was too tired to carry you up to his room—there was no way he was going to try and wake you. You tighten your grip on him and take in his scent—cotton, sandalwood, spice. His body wash mixed with clean laundry. You could lie here forever, but he’s a light sleeper and notices you’re awake.

“S’early, baby—go back to sleep,” he says, eyes still shut and voice grumbly from sleep. You giggle softly.

“What are you, Father Time? You haven’t even opened your eyes yet,” you tease. He chuckles and pulls you on top of him, your head still tucked into the nook of his neck. His warm hands slide under your shirt and scan your back softly.

“Don’t need to, I know it’s before 7,” he murmurs. His sleep-soaked voice is enough to arouse you right now—raspy, deep, sexy. You’re tired, though, and your arm aches. You roll off him and sit up, wincing audibly at the throbbing of your arm.

“Need medicine?” he asks you, leaning over to put his head in your lap. You smooth a hand through his stubble and admire him, sleepy eyes struggling to peek at you. Soft morning light outlines his cheekbones, nose, and chin. He’s quick to tell you how beautiful you are, but he’s a stunner in his own right. You brush some stray curls from his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb. A soft mmm escapes his throat as he leans his head into your touch.

“Don’t wanna get up,” you whisper, still staring at him. Finally, he opens his eyes and deep chocolate stares back at you. His gaze is longing, tired, happy.

“Kiss me,” he pleads softly, placing a warm hand over yours, still busy caressing his face. You oblige and lean down to press your lips softly to his. Neither of you try to deepen it just yet—you’re both cherishing these softer, more domestic moments between the two of you. Your lips are communicating what your words can’t just yet—but you both understand. After a while, your arm starts bothering you again, prickles of pain dancing up your arm to your shoulder. You pull away and start massaging your shoulder with your free hand.

“Yeah, y’need your medicine, baby. Hang tight,” he says, rolling off your lap and standing up from the couch. Your soft kisses clearly drove him crazy—there’s a tent in his boxers. He catches you staring at it and smirks at you.

“Once you’re feelin’ better, it’s all yours,” he says with a tired wink. Fuck. You already know you’re wet and ready for him. This man is so good to you in all ways, you can’t tell if your arousal is from seeing him turned on, or from the way he cares for you.

He grabs the now-empty glass of water from the coffee table and pads into the kitchen to retrieve your pills from their hiding spot. He comes back, glass full and half a pill in hand. You pop the pill onto the back of your tongue and chug until the glass is half empty.

“Good girl,” Joel praises as he watches you. His words make you choke a bit and you sputter, some water spilling out of your mouth. He laughs and leans in, kissing the drops of water leaking down your chin and neck. He continues kissing down your neck, pulling your collar down so his lips and teeth can graze your collarbone and top of your chest. Your body responds quickly, breaths quickening and pussy throbbing.

“Darlin’, I don’t know if I can wait. I want you,” he says, pulling back to look in your eyes. He looks fucking wrecked again.

“Fuck me, Joel,” you plead, staring back at him. His eyes widen slightly, then flash with mischief and lust.

Suddenly, your sweats and panties are gone in one swoop, tossed into a pile on the floor with his boxers. He’s slotted between your legs, tongue licking into your mouth ravenously. He pulls back and rubs the head of his cock on your clit, watching your slick coat him with a moan.

“Fuck, baby— ‘s’all this for me?” he groans.

“Yes—all of it. Need you, Joel,” you whine impatiently, craving him inside you. Your clit is on fire from his teasing and you’re dripping for him.

“Okay, okay. I got you, angel,” he soothes. He pulls your shirt up over your breasts, leaning down to suck one of your needy nipples into his mouth. You gasp at the sensation. It’s not enough, though—you need him to fill you up. Now. You reach down with your good hand and tug on his curls, pulling his mouth up to yours. He moans as your lips mesh with his and he lines his cock up at your entrance. He pulls back to watch where your bodies meet and groans as he slowly enters you.

You gasp again at the stretch, still not used to his size and girth. Your eyes attempt to squeeze shut, but you remember how much he likes seeing your eyes and try your best to keep them open. Salty tears sting as they well up in your eyes.

“Good girl, baby, shit—I love those beautiful eyes,” he croons. He fills you to the hilt and pauses, feeling your pussy contract around him. His neck is flushed, veins popping out—he’s trying so hard not to let go and just fuck you senseless. You want him to, though. You reach up and touch his cheek. He looks down at you, surprised.

“Take what you want, Joel,” you tell him. He turns his head to kiss your palm.

“Not yet. Need you to come for me first,” he says, slowly pulling out of you, eyes still locked on yours. He presses himself flush to you and cradles your head in his hands. Your fingernails are glued to his broad, strong back, digging half-moons into his skin. He starts a quick and hard rhythm of thrusting in and out of you, pulling deep moans from you every time he bottoms out. The pressure and stretching are so intense, it feels like your body is incapable doing anything except gripping Joel’s back muscles, staring into his amber eyes, and taking his hard thrusts. Your chest and stomach tighten, breaths escaping at quick intervals. You’re at a point now where you can’t make much else noise—the pleasure is stealing the air from your lungs. You’re close. He knows it—but needs to hear it from you.

“Tell me, darlin’—tell me how it feels,” he urges, eyes squeezing shut as you clamp down on him.

“Feels so good, Joel,” you finally huff. He growls and slots his lips onto yours, sucking on your bottom lip as he pulls back.

“Perfect as fuck,” he curses, trying to maintain rhythm. You’re squeezing him so tight and you’re so wet, he won’t last much longer. He licks his fingertips and reaches down to rub your clit in circles that correspond with the timing of his thrusts.

“Oh, god!” you cry out, shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your body.

“C’mon, baby—come for me,” he pleads, watching your facial expressions as you approach orgasm. He swipes his fingers around your clit a few more times and your world shatters. Your vision fades to black as you climax. He continues to fuck you through it, slowing his pace as he praises you. That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Best pussy ever. You’re so fucked out, you don’t even register when he cries out your name and latches his mouth on one of your nipples as he empties himself inside you. He lies his head on your chest and rests on you for a moment before pulling out of you and standing up to throw his boxers back on. You grunt at the loss.

“Shit… can’t keep my fuckin’ hands off you,” he says, panting and staring down at you as he pushes some stray curls off his sweaty forehead. Your breasts are still exposed, nipples taut from the cool air. Red marks from his mouth dot your chest, droplets of sweat gathered in the middle. His eyes swipe down your figure and continue their admiration. Your mound is covered in short stubble—you haven’t shaved in a while, with everything going on. Joel looks forward to it scraping his face the next time he tastes you. You’re watching him stare, a smirk creeping on your face.

“Take a picture,” you offer, winking at him. His eyes widen and he chuckles, shaking his head. “I’d never be able to stop lookin’ at it—might get me fired.”

“Well, the offer still stands. Expiration date is never,” you say with a sly smile. His eyes rake over your body once more and he whistles before going into the kitchen to find a towel to clean you up. You pull your phone up from the coffee table and check the time. 0716. Still early.

“D’y’want coffee, darlin’? Or d’y’wanna go back to sleep?” he asks as he wipes up your thighs. You shrug. It’s not like you have anything pressing to do today. He walks back into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. You stand up slowly and put your panties and sweats back on, stretching once you’re fully clothed again. Joel calls out to you from the kitchen.

“Got ya somethin’,” he says. You make your way to him, yawning and rubbing your eyes. You look on the counter and see a stainless steel frother, humming softly as it spins around some half and half. You smile and pull Joel into a hug, kissing his neck as you embrace.

“Thank you—you’re so thoughtful,” you whisper. His hands rub your back, and he turns his head to kiss you chastely.

“Anything for my girl,” he whispers back, soft brown eyes flicking between yours. His eyes are so emotive—he’s always telling you so many things simultaneously. Even though it’s been a short time since you’ve known him, you know that he does love you. He wouldn’t ever need to say it out loud—the eyes would always let you know. He kisses you again before releasing you from his embrace.

“So… coffee and sleep. That’s what I choose,” you tell him as you get mugs out for both of you from the cabinet. He laughs softly and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Sounds good t’me—gotta do some work later, but I got all day for that. Y’want me to arrange have your car brought here? I know y’can’t drive yet, but I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped… Y’got the garage code and can come and go whenever you need to, darlin’,” he says, watching you bring the mugs over to the table. He looks apprehensive, worried—like part of him thinks he’s suffocating you. You frown at him as you set them down.

“I’m in no hurry to be anywhere, Joel, but you can have it brought here. I really appreciate you taking care of me, seriously,” you say as you sit down across from him, reaching to embrace his forearm in a reassuring manner. “I don’t plan on driving until I’m done with these pain meds, anyway—my first psych appointment isn’t until next week.” He nods and reaches for his mug, eyes never leaving you as he takes a sip. He sets his mug down and laces his fingers with yours, eyes still blazing into yours.

“Just wanna make sure y’got everything y’need, baby,” he says softly. He brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it tenderly. His phone rings from the other side of the kitchen, interrupting your sweet moment. He apologizes and releases your hand as he stands to go find his phone. He picks it up and stares at the caller ID.

“Sarah,” he mouths, showing you the screen. You nod. He walks into the living room and answers with a “Hi, sweetheart.” You grin at his greeting. He’s a sweet man who loves his daughter—and you, clearly, given the fact that he also greets you the same way. They chat for a bit, and it reminds you to check your phone for any notifications. Your mom has called about a dozen times. Fuck. She’s probably listed as your emergency contact, so no doubt the hospital called her after the incident. You decide it’s probably best to call her back and let her know you’re okay. She picks up after the first ring.

“Thank goodness you’re alright,” she exasperates, voice clearly panicked.

“Hey, Mom. Yeah, I’m good. Crazy donor came back to get his vengeance,” you say with a sarcastic tone. To your surprise, she laughs.

“I hear you got some stitches—are you alright? Is anyone helping take care of you? I can drive down and h—,” she stammers quickly. You interrupt in a calm voice.

“I’m okay, Mom, really. I had fourteen stitches and yes, I am being well taken care of,” you promise her, choosing your words carefully and peering over to Joel. She’s going to ask anyway.

“By whom? Anybody from work?” You swallow nervously and prepare to tell her the truth. Wait, why am I scared? I’m an adult—she can’t do anything.

“No, actually… I sort of have a boyfriend, and he’s been taking care of me,” you reply, voice slightly hesitant. The line is quiet for a few seconds.

“Oh—boyfriend? I had no idea. Hopefully he’s a nice young man,” she says. You smirk. Young man. She’ll find out eventually.

“It’s fairly new, but yes—he is awesome. Met him at work. He has a contracting business here in Omaha,” you add, careful not to add too much information.

“Wow—successful, then. Hopefully you bring him out here to meet everyone,” she says, clearly surprised. You feel your cheeks turning hot at the prospect of Joel meeting your crazy family.

“Yep. He’s going to come with me to visit Grandma at the beginning of November.”

“Ah, good. So, you have dates? I’ll let your aunt and the hospice home know in advance. Do you know where you are staying?”

“November 1st through the 8th, I believe. And no—not yet. Might just find an Airbnb out there,” you add cautiously. You don’t want to stay with her—she’d probably make you and Joel sleep in separate rooms.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here or at Grandma’s—I’m sure the place needs some tidying up, but nobody is there now. I go out each week to make sure everything is in order,” she says. That’s not a bad idea. Your grandma has a nicely sized farmhouse. The animals have long been gone since your grandpa passed, but the scenery is gorgeous. And—you and Joel would have the house to yourself.

“Maybe we’ll do that. Joel can probably fix up some things around the house, too,” you offer, realizing after the fact that you shared his name with your mom.

“That would be lovely, and your grandmother would appreciate that. The house will have to be put up for sale at some point, I would assume,” she says. You see Joel come back into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. You turn and look at him, and he gives a questioning thumbs up and raises his eyebrows at you. You close your eyes and give him a quick close-lipped grin and nod.

“Sounds good. Well, I gotta get going, but I’ll see you soon,” you tell her lightheartedly, hoping you don’t sound eager to get off the phone with her.

“Okay, dear. You let me know how you’re recovering, alright? I worry,” she adds, tone stern but caring.

“I will. Bye, Mom,” you say, hanging up after she parrots her goodbye to you. Joel comes over to the table and starts rubbing your shoulders as you set your phone down.

“Sounds like a civil conversation,” he croons, leaning down by your earlobe. His velvety voice tickles your eardrum and sends goosebumps down your neck and arm. He kisses the soft skin anterior to your tragus and continues working his mouth down your jawline and neck. You moan softly and reach up to grip his hair. He growls at your noise and touch.

“Hmm… reckon we’re teenagers, eh?” he says into your ear, deep voice muddled with lust. “Can’t go two fuckin’ seconds without you makin’ me hard as a rock, sweetheart.” He sucks your earlobe into his mouth with a quiet moan, and your stomach drops with excitement. He stops kissing you abruptly and stands up straight, adjusting himself in his boxers. You turn and look at him inquisitively, raising one eyebrow. He grins—he loves that he does this to you, makes you squirm and lust for him just like he does for you.

“Soon, baby. Y’need to get some rest. Sarah is coming up tomorrow ‘n’ I want you to meet her.” Your stomach flips. You’re not nervous that she won’t like you or that you won’t have much in common, but this is a big step in your relationship with Joel. You puff out a deep breath.

“I’m in no condition for visitors, I’m afraid,” you say sarcastically, lifting your bandaged arm. He spits out a laugh.

“I’ll make sure you’re in tip-top shape, baby girl. Promise,” he says with a wink. Yeah… you believe him.

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