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↳ II. 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘝𝘖𝘐𝘋

Read part one here.

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dbf!Joel Miller x afab!fem reader (no outbreak au).

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.6k (once again, I’m sorry)

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after your steamy encounter with Joel during your homecoming party, things between you have been stagnant. Although, fate seems to be on your side when both Sarah and your dad have to leave town for a short while.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), sex, p in v sex, Joel hits it from behind, blowjobs, some teasing, a bit of spanking, pet names (darling, sweetheart, honey), unprotected sex (pls do not attempt), cum eating, taking nsfw photos, Joel tries to be dom but fails, age gap (reader is twenty four, Joel is late forties), reader is kind of a brat, fluff and feelings (yes, this is a warning), alcohol consumption, brief mention of family death. Barely edited, sorryyy. No use of y/n.

—A/N: this can be read as a stand-alone but I suggest reading the previous part for a better understanding. Btw, there’s a couple of Easter eggs from the game in this! Also— I tried making a moodboard and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’ll probably stick to gifs in the future, lol.

“I like Indiana Jones," you babble, taking a sip from your coffee without looking at anyone in specific. "I was twelve and in love with Harrison Ford..."

"Okay, so that's one movie we're definitely not going to watch." Sarah chimes in, lazily chewing on her scrambled eggs. "How do you feel about Robert Pattinson?"

"That depends," you reply, moving your head side to side in a contemplative manner, "are we talking twilight or Harry Potter?"

You hear your dad snort on the other side of the table and see Joel chuckling beside him. Sarah crosses both arms over her chest and raises a brow at them. “What's so funny?"

"Nothing," your dad clears his throat and side-eyes his friend. "Just thought you two were a bit old for those crappy vampire movies. Maybe watch-"

"Forgive me, but I don't think it's a good idea to take recommendations from either of you," you cut him off, leaning back on your chair. "You're both obsessed with die hard, think The Godfather is incredibly complex and in your spare time watch construction programs. We'll be fine on our own."

"Touché..."

It's been three weeks since your homecoming party, and ever since then it has become a habit to have breakfast together every weekend. Today, Saturday, it was the Miller's turn to cook, which consequently had you and your father sitting at their table. As of now, you and Sarah were discussing your movie night, which had to be postponed due to her road-trip to San Antonio— apparently, she and her friend Ellie were going to visit some college campuses there.

It's also been three weeks since that little, hot encounter you and Joel had in your kitchen. And, contrary to your better judgement, both of you were more than eager to spend some extra time alone. Things since then had been uneasy, specially when being surrounded by others; always worried that someone might notice those stolen looks you'd share or sense the palpable tension that rose when you would stand too close to each other.

You try not to think about it. Except when you do. A swirl of memories would come flooding your mind in the most inappropriate moments, creating that heat that made you remember exactly how his fingers felt inside you, his tongue between your folds, the sloppy kisses and that feral, hungry look in his eyes while eating you out, touching you like you were the most precious thing on earth.

"How about pride and prejudice?" the girl wonders, standing up to clean her dishes and snapping you back to reality.

"Shit, I love period dramas!" your dad shoots you a reproachful glare at your language, but you chose to ignore it. "As a matter of fact, most of my designs are inspired by the Victorian and regency eras."

"Oh, yeah," Sarah recalls, "I remember I read about it in one of your blogs. Dad showed it to me, by the way..." Joel clears his throat loudly, making her giggle.

Although she had mentioned it before, it was still kind of weird that he acknowledged your work. At first you thought it was merely because he wanted to connect with you somehow, but lately he'd been asking if he could see your new sketches and would let you borrow some old magazines he had around the house. Your best friend, Sophie, mentioned he might've been trying to show his interest in you subconsciously. And she was that one psychic friend who believed in zodiac signs and angel numbers, so you decided to believe her.

In that moment, your dad receives an incoming call on his cellphone; he excuses himself and heads to the living room. Your eyes lock with Joel's, and the fact that he was uninhibitedly staring back at you drew a smug smile on your face.

"Are you interested in fashion, Mr. Miller?" he sulks out a dry 'no', but you could see him fidget with his watch nervously. "Pity. I thought maybe you could model some of my male designs."

Sarah genuinely cracks up at your comment, slapping one hand on the table. "You want dad to pose for you? Seriously?"

"Why not? I brought my Polaroid camera, I can get some very nice shots." You were partially joking, but deep down you just wanted to see how he'd react.

"I mean, I know dad's got his charm with women, or so they keep saying-"

"No way anyone says that," he rambles.

"But the idea of him modeling is probably the funniest thing I've ever heard."

The fact was that you didn't want to take pictures of him so anyone else could see them. You wanted them exclusively for yourself. A couple of naughty Polaroids to keep around for whenever you were aching for him —which has been nearly every fucking night since your arrival—.

"It was a silly idea," you finally agree, shrugging. Joel stands to take his things to the sink. "Do you really have to leave for the weekend? You're like, my only friend here."

"Uh, about that..." she leans in towards you and you can practically smell a scheme on her. "Would you be mad if I gave your number to someone?"

You can quite literally feel the man standing behind you tense up. "Huh?"

"Yeah, like... To a guy." She moves in her place, but there's still no answer from you. "He's my English teacher. His name is Will and he's super smart, young, really funny and very handsome, I might add. I believe he can be your new male model." Sarah adds that last bit with a grin.

When you turn your head to see Joel, there was a deep scowl etching on his face, his body remaining still as a stone.

"I don't know... As friends, maybe." You weren't sure why, but the idea of meeting anyone new didn't really sound appealing.

She opened her mouth to say something but before she could actually do so, your dad walked in again. He appeared upset, gesturing nonsense and muttering impassively.

"What's wrong?" your tone comes out concerned.

"I have a meeting in Boston," he sighed, resting a hand on your shoulder apologetically. "Apparently it's urgent and I have to catch the next flight if I want to be there by nightfall."

"Oh, don't worry," you smile at him warmly. "I understand. Besides, I'm an adult. I can manage a weekend by myself."

He nods, still seemingly aloof. "I know but- I just wanted to spend some more time with you."

And of course you wanted that too, but saying it out loud could literally bring him to quit his job. He was always very extreme when it came down to you.

"What time d’you leave?" his friend asks him.

"Half past four. Why?"

"I can drop Sarah off at Ellie's and then drive you to the airport, if you'd like." Such a caring friend, Joel Miller. So selfless. Helping your dad out, attending his daughter's every special need...

"Yeah, thanks a lot, man. Take care of my little girl while I'm away."

You see his eyes gleam with a mix of unknown emotions, "Will do."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The last few days had been no less than torment for Joel. Each moment that went by in which he didn't get a chance to be near you had him losing his mind. Badly. And it wasn't necessarily a physical thing— not always, at least.

Every morning, he would wake up and go to work, knowing for certain that when he comes back home he'll find you hanging around with Sarah or sitting out on your porch with a sketching notebook on your lap.

He liked to guess what you'd be doing.

Would you be playing board games with his daughter? Watching a movie or baking desserts? Maybe you were thrift shopping with your dad or simply going to the mall. And later on, when he finally gets to see you again, you'd tell him all about it.

Joel also liked to imagine what kind of clothes you'd be wearing. One thing he noticed is that you never stick to one particular style or aesthetic. One day you could be wearing pastel sundresses with ribbons in your hair; the next one could be long, black skirts paired with basic tank tops and multiple necklaces, or even something more extravagant, depending on your mood.

Seeing you was an experience— one that he could never get tired of. It's like every time he sets his eyes on you there's a certain color palette that changes constantly, or the feeling of gathering all your favorite songs into one playlist and then hitting the shuffle button. He never knows what to expect. Hence why he had given up on trying to relate you to the silly things around; like seasons, animals, artists or foods. Instead, he started associating you with feelings.

You were creative, unique and incredibly fearless. In a way, you made him feel uneasy, excited, thrilled, confident and many more emotions at the same time. If he had to describe you in one word, he'd say evoking.

Oh, how you pestered his brain.

He hated how much he thought about you, and how little guilt he felt from it.

Right now he was sitting on the drivers seat of his truck, waiting at the airport's parking lot. You asked him if you could walk your dad to his corresponding gate and he agreed. The downside: it had started to rain, probably not too bad for your dad's flight to be delayed but enough for your clothes to get soaked on your way back.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you muttered, shutting the passenger's door behind you. “The seats are gonna get all wet..."

"Here," Joel takes off his jacket to place it over your shoulders.

It feels warm and it smells like him, "Thanks."

He starts the car without saying anything else, keeping his eyes glued to the road. You, on the other hand, could not stop staring at him. Now that no one else was around, there was no shame in admiring his side profile, the way his muscles flexed and his hands grasped the wheel. There was something inherently attractive about men driving, but- Jesus... This image had your mind roaming around dark places.

Suddenly, realization sinks in— you're alone.

Alone with him.

"I, uh..." he taps the wheel with his thumb, still avoiding your gaze. "I wanted to take you out for dinner. The weather kinda ruined it."

The corners of your mouth hitch up in a silly smile. "Too bad. I really didn't want to be alone tonight."

Joel hums, appearing somewhat distraught. In reality, he was fighting for his life. The clothes you chose to wear today were not fitted for the rain; denim mini-skirt, high pair of boots and a white top that complimented your upper body. He tried not to look at the raindrops rolling down your thighs or note how transparent your shirt has become, forcing himself to stare at your hands and the many rings that decorated your fingers, seeing there the one he gifted you.

"How about you come over to my place?" you suggest, trying to catch his attention. "I'll need a shower and a change of clothes but... Maybe we can do something afterwards."

His tongue darts out to lick his lips, still avoiding your gaze, "Like what?"

This time your voice goes lower, a smirk spreads across your face and something in your eyes flickers; a darker, sensual spark.

"Oh, you know..." your hand carefully comes to rest on his knee. His thigh tenses but he doesn't say or do anything to push you away. "Whatever you want."

He swallows hard, feeling the pads of your fingers run circles on his leg, your nails mildly scratching over the jeans in a way that raises goosebumps on his skin and eases his nerves.

"I've got a better idea," he says, keeping his tone calm —barely—. "Why don't you come to my house instead?"

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Sure, but- what about my clothes?"

And then he smiles cockily, as if this had been his plan all along, "Wear mine."

Well, there was absolutely no way you were going to turn him down. With a bit more boldness, you slide your hand a few inches up his inner thigh, still rubbing soothing patterns. His jaw clenched, but remained silent and apparently unbothered.

"Joel?" his name rolled off your tongue sweetly, in a way only you knew how to. He uttered a 'hm?' in retort. "Did you miss me?"

"I've seen you nearly every day," he answers playfully.

You laugh, stopping your movements and simply resting your palm there. "So... No?"

"Didn't say that, darlin'." The truck suddenly stops at a red light as he exhales heavily, giving in to you at last. "But I'll let you guess."

A push and pull game, like a cat chasing a mouse. Your smirk widens. "I don't think so. Not as much as I have."

His eyes scan your body from head to toe, the way you sit with your legs slightly parted, back laying flat against the seat and face turned towards him with heated cheeks and low gaze. Unexpectedly, your hand draws back from his lap as you start looking through your purse and a frown forms on his face, baffled by the loss of contact.

"Which is why..." you take the Polaroid camera out and see a whole shift in his eyes, like he's about to burst in laughter. "I brought this."

"No," despite his categorical denial, you still held the object up.

"You have a green light," he curses under his breath and you hold back a chuckle. "Just let me have one, please."

He sighs in defeat, "Why'd you want that?"

The rain had started to settle down but the air was still pretty cold, all that could be heard besides your own voices being the drops that crashed against the car.

"Cause you're handsome," he rolls his eyes sarcastically. "And I like you."

Hell, you were always so straightforward. It made his heart jump inside his chest, wondering if it was gonna burst out.

"You won't like me as much once you meet that Will dude," Joel prattles through gritted teeth, remembering his daughter's suggestion from earlier.

"The guy Sarah mentioned?" your brows furrow subtly. "Why? What's up with him?"

He yanks his head to the side, glancing over at you for a second, "Nothin'. Just thinkin' out loud." In spite of your puzzled expression, he decides to grant your wish. "I'll let ya' take it. But only if I get one in return."

Your lips purse in a smile, "As many as you like, Miller."

He doesn't say anything in response, but his grin doesn’t fade either and you managed to capture it on paper. The image slowly started to become visible and your first thought was how well it captured the whole 'Joel Miller' essence. It was a simple photo of him driving with one hand on the wheel and the other arm thrown lazily over the backseat. That denim shirt hugged his arms exquisitely, the rolled-up sleeves adding to his appeal. He was looking at you when it was taken, so you could see more than half his face— and the way he was grinning, you couldn't help but think he appeared so much younger when he did that. The entire thing felt so much like him: snuggly, blue, genuine and you absolutely loved it.

"There," you show it to him as he started to pull over. "Isn't it nice?"

"Just keep it to yourself, aight?" the man grumbles.

"F'course," with a spark of joy, you slide the photo inside your wallet. "Wouldn't want anyone else peeking at that gorgeous smile of yours. That's a treasure of my own."

"Shut up-" he rumbled, turning his face the other way and opening the door, seemingly flustered. And out of all the amazing things you've accomplished in your life, making this rugged looking man blush was probably your greatest pride.

When he helps you out of the car, holding your hand firmly and cleaving to your waist; you wanted nothing more than to kiss him under the pouring rain, wildly and unhinged, just like last time. But this particular spot possibly had too many curious eyes of which you were unaware of. He obviously doesn't need to guide you through his house, since you already know nearly every corner of it, except for one. His bedroom. And apparently, that's the precise location he's taking you to.

"Please excuse the mess," he says, placing one hand on the door handle, "I haven't had a woman in here for ages, so I'm afraid I probably won't live up to your expectations."

"Joel," you snort, "it's been a decade and a half since you last dated anyone. Trust me, my expectations are pretty low."

He scowls, squinting both eyes. "You didn't have to say it like that..."

It's honestly better than you thought. His bed is nicely done, brown bedsheets striking as warm and welcoming; the walls were painted a pretty, light shade of blue that matched the grayish curtains on the left. The drawers in front of his windows had a bunch of stuff scattered on top of them: a CD player along with a few music discs, some papers, a cap and a pair of reading glasses, batteries, one screwdriver and a framed picture of him and Sarah at the beach. Meanwhile, the nightstand simply had one lamp and an alarm-clock on it. Over the bed's headboard were one poster of a music festival, the image of a landscape and an advert of what you guessed must've been a club, that read 'tacos and beer" on it. The door to the bathroom was on the right.

Messy, yet tidy at the same time. Very Joel-like.

"No way..." you murmur, eyeing the guitar beside his bed. "All this time I thought it was a myth."

"What?" he asks from behind you.

"Dad told me you used to serenade girls back in college and that you wanted to become a singer." A giggle escapes your lips, unable to contain it. "I remember saying he was surely making it up, but..."

"I didn't- I mean..." he clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck and feeling his chest swell with your laughter. "Oh, shut up!"

"Make me." The lingering, mischievous smile on your face made his heart pound and blood rush. "Come on, Miller. Shut me up, I dare you."

His eyes darken, but you don't falter for a second. He doesn't move a muscle, solely watching as you took off his jacket and threw it to the bed.

"You dare me?" his voice goes drops an octave, following your every move closely. "That's rather bold of you, sweetheart."

"Mhm," without breaking eye contact, you start taking off your boots. "And yet you're doing nothing about it."

Joel starts walking towards you slowly, holding your gaze intently. Your hair was damp and your clothes were still wet; it didn't really matter that the air was chilly cause you still felt warm all over. He soon invades your space, cupping your chin in his big hand and lifting your head upwards.

"Well, you're awfully quiet now, aren't ya'?" his hot breath fanned across your cheeks, the gap between your faces being basically invisible.

"I'm just waiting for you to start singing some random song by Alabama or Johnny Cash," you scoff. "Like a good ol' Texan ma-"

He doesn't let you finish the sentence, abruptly crashing his lips into your own. Joel isn't delicate about it and the fervor with which he kisses you makes your body stumble a few steps backwards. Your shoulders hit the wall and he pins you against it as your mouths find a way to mold perfectly, at a much nicer pace than last time. You throw your hands around his neck and let your fingers tangle in the curls around his nape, tasting the fresh mint on his lips. His hands rest on your hips, chests pressed together as the temperature kept rising with each second that went on.

You part your lips in order to grant him deeper access, feeling his tongue slide past your teeth and meeting your own in an ardent, heated way. It was perfect, until he broke apart, looking down at you with an asserted confidence.

"You really know nothing 'bout country music," he says in between shaky breaths, beaming. "S'that what you wanted?"

"Yes," you manage to say.

"Then say 'thank you'," Joel indicates petulantly, stroking your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Go on, don't be such a brat."

You blink twice, your brain still buzzing with the sensation of mouth on you, barely capable of processing anything else. "But I want more..."

"You'll take what I give you."

Shit, when he said it like that- "Thank you."

"That's my girl," he straightened his back, opening the door next to you. "Now, get your pretty ass in the shower before you catch a cold, 'kay?" You roll your eyes and hear him chuckle. "There's clean towers under the sink. You can take some clothes from my drawers, or Sarah's if you feel like it. I don't think she'll mind."

"Understood." He can tell you're annoyed, which he finds funny.

"Don't be mad at me, angel." Joel tugs a strand of hair behind your ear. "Promise I'll make it up to you."

You nod distractedly, lost in the cocky spark on his eyes. "I'm not mad. Just hoping you fuck me real good if you're making me wait for it."

Your words almost make him choke on his own saliva. "Sweetheart, you're making it real hard for me to be a gentleman."

It makes your ego boost, in a sense. "I'll be quick. Can you get something for dinner, though? I'm starving."

"Shit, darlin', pick a struggle," he mocks as you enter the bathroom, "are you horny or hungry?"

"Oh, you jerk!"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

6:15 pm.

You take a quick glance at Joel's alarm clock once you come out of the shower. It's been little more than an hour since your dad's plane took off. You hope the rain hadn’t made his flight any difficult, cause the weather turned out to be quite a blessing for you.

The cozy feeling of a nice, warm shower after being soaked under the rain was starting to settle in your bones, making your limbs relax. Then you realize, you smell like Joel. The scent of his soap, his shampoo, even his laundry detergent, is all over you. It's intoxicating in the most fantastic way possible, making your insides burn with a thrill of excitement. You took one on his flannels, —dark green with red stripes— and decided to wear it without anything besides your underwear. It was pretty big anyway, and covered just the necessary areas.

You slid your socks back on when all of the sudden you hear the faint sound of music from the floor beneath. Curious, you walk towards the noise, finding out Joel was in the kitchen, crouched down in front of the opened fridge. The CD player that you saw earlier on his room was now on the table, playing a melody that you recognized almost immediately.

"I like this song," you say, leaning against the wall. "That's Billy Idol, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he recalls, taking out a medium sized plastic box from the fridge. "Tommy made that mix. There's plenty of hits from past decades. I think you'll enjoy it."

The man finally turns around to face you and his face fails to hide his surprise. The way his prying eyes sweep your body in detail, taking his time particularly on your bare thighs, almost made you feel self-conscious if it weren't for that shadow of desire that crossed his eyes and the way his nostrils flared from a contained breath.

"How is he, by the way?" you ask, still on the subject. "Haven't seen him in a while."

"Who?" he clearly forgot what he had just said.

"Your brother," you call to mind, "how is he?"

Joel sets the box down on the table and drifts his gaze back to your face. "Fine, I guess. Last time we spoke he said he'd go to Dallas." He takes two glasses from the pantry and what it looks like a bottle of wine. "I-uh... There isn't any real food in here besides those strawberries and chocolates that this guy brought for Sarah. Should I order something?"

You shake your head and walk over to him, "This will do. Won't she get mad if we eat them, though?"

"Don't think so," he replies, pouring the red liquid into the glasses. "I'll blame you if she does."

"Oh, okay-" you cock an eyebrow at him and hold back a giggle. "Thought you didn't like wine."

"It's a fancy drink," he explains, "s'only for special occasions."

"Oh?" you take a sip from it, eyes boring into his. "And what's tonight's?"

Joel smiles conceitedly, jutting his chin out. "I've got you all to myself."

You snort, feeling the heat soar across your cheeks. He takes the snack box and with a sly gesture asks you to follow him into the living room, the melodic sound of the eighties tune turning to background noise as you do. The only lights on are the ones in the kitchen and the lamps beside the couch, shining a perfect light on his features.

"Come here," he calls, the leather squealing under his weight when he sat down. You set the glass down on the coffee table in front of the tv, going to sit next to him. "No, sweetheart," he grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him. "I meant here."

His legs part slightly, making room for you to sit on his lap. Your smile broadened toward a soft chuckle, settling yourself on his thigh. Joel immediately gets his hands on you, one on your lower back and the other merely resting on your upper leg.

"So, who's this mystery man that's been giving gifts to your darling daughter?" he scoffs in response, reaching for a chocolate from the box.

"Honestly? No fuckin' clue." You hum in surprise, drinking from your wine. "She never involves with them, thank god, and once they meet me they never come by again."

"I see,” you muse, “you're the overprotective type," you bite on a strawberry next.

"I wouldn't say it like that..." he sees the sarcastic glimpse on your expression and holds back laughter. "It's a dad reflex, I can't control it."

"Right, sounds convincing."

You stretch your arm behind the couch, setting your elbow and laying the side of your face on your palm. His face is very close to yours but all you do is simply stare at each other; Joel's big brown eyes glimmer with infatuation. “Can I ask you a question, sweetheart?" he asks lowly. "Somethin' more serious."

You wince in confusion, but still nod, "Sure."

He inhales sharply, taking a couple of seconds to actually say what he meant to. “Why are you here?" your frown deepens at his words. "I mean- Texas. I know you said you wanted to make up for the lost time with your old man, but... I feel like there's something else you're not saying."

It takes a minute for you to really sink in on his question. You nearly gulp down the alcohol before setting the glass down, avoiding his ardent gaze.

"Honestly?" you sigh, "There's so much to unpack that I don't even know where to start."

"Try." Although he didn't sound harsh, the effort he was asking you to put in wasn't something of your liking.

"Well, first of all," you meditate, clearing your throat, "the city didn't feel like home since my mom passed. It made me realize how much I missed here." He nods comprehensively, caressing the exposed skin of your thigh in a reassuring manner. "And then there's this- fear. Yeah, I guess it is fear... I've managed to accomplish so much in such short time that it actually fucking scares me to go any further and see that-" you stop, sighing and shaking your head. "That I've reached my limit."

For a moment, there's just silence floating between you, all that could be heard were the rain and a song by tears for fears.

"Darlin', look at me," he asks softly but you can't bring yourself to do it, embarrassed by your confession. "Please, let me see those pretty eyes of yours."

And it's practically impossible for you to deny him anything. Specially when he asks so nicely, when his hand grabs the side of your face so gently— you give in, just like that.

"You're afraid to succeed because you don't know what to do with yourself afterwards. Is that it?" You nod faintly. "Can I speak frankly?"

"I have a feeling you will anyway-"

"Yeah. A bit of tough love, but you need’a hear it." Joel strokes your cheek sweetly and you get shivers from the affection in the action. "Sweetheart, I know what you're going through. Shit feels like it's either moving too fast or not moving at all. And I know how scary that is. Trust me, there's still plenty of time for you."

You square your eyes to his, "Sure, bet you were frightened when you were twenty four."

"Terrified," he spoke truthfully. "Everyone I knew was getting married, moving out or working their asses off."

"And you?" he grunts, taking a strawberry from the box. "What were you doing?" Joel eats the fruit patiently, simply staring at you silently. "Come ooon, don't play hard to get."

"Gotta promise you won't laugh."

It's a tricky business for someone who makes fun of everything, and yet you simply reply: "I swear."

"Fine," he rasps out in fake annoyance. "I used to make my own guitars and- sell 'em sometimes. I'd also teach guitar lessons and horseback riding."

Your eyes widen in surprise and something flutters in your stomach. "Shit, that's actually pretty cool!"

He groans, rolling his eyes at the same time, "I told you not to make fun of me."

"No, no- I mean it." You shuffle on his lap, resting a hand on his chest. "And you sound passionate about it... Why'd you stop?"

The man shrugs his shoulders, tightening his grip on your waist. "It went well for a couple years but I eventually had to get something more solid. More so after Sarah was born." He takes a deep breath in, the smell of his own shampoo on your hair hitting his nostrils and catching him off-guard.

"You should teach me," you suggest with a smug grin. "I always wanted to learn."

"What, guitar or horseback riding?" he wonders, suddenly nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck.

"Guitar. I'm pretty good at riding, if you must know." You feel him chuckle against your body, his facial hair scratching your sensitive skin.

"We'll see 'bout that," his voice comes out husky as he starts kissing along your jawline.

Joel's common sense jumped out the window long ago, but the string of self control that kept him sane all this time couldn't bear the weight of you wriggling on top of him, semi-naked and with his scent all over you. Something primal took over him, a glimpse of possessiveness that he didn't believe himself capable of feeling towards you specifically. He wanted you to wear that flannel around town so people would look at you and know who it belonged to; whose bed you've been visiting. He wanted you to smell of his cologne so other men would know that you weren't free for them.

Your fingers run through his soft curls, messing his hair while he grabs the back of your thighs and manhandles you onto straddling his lap. He nips and licks over all your vulnerable areas, making your breathing start to labour. How could he possibly know this well the easiest ways to have you so desperate this quick? Leaning into his touch, yearning for him even with the smallest action? He wasn't aware of the answer himself, he just knew.

Joel instinctively throws his head back when you tug at his hair and seize the opportunity to duck down and lay a sweet kiss on his forehead. His hands coast up your thighs, splaying his fingers on your ass to squeeze the flesh. You hold back a giggle, kissing the curve of his nose before catching his soft, soft lips on yours.

He slides an arm around your waist, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to keep you as close as possible. You feel your nipples harden when his tongue ran along your bottom lip— tauntingly slow, until you allowed him full access to your mouth, letting him taste the sweet mixture of wine and strawberries on your tongue. But his vehemence didn't make you any less eager, kissing him back with just as much passion and vigor, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip and mildly pulling at it with minor strength.

The action ignites a fire within him, seeing you on top, feeling your fingers roam around his cheekbones and along his jawline like you knew just how much fucking power you had over him... It was a new sensation, a new kind of desire he didn't recognize at first.

Joel's lips were swollen and his own excitement was starting to feel evident underneath you, which created a blunt ache between your legs. He usually appeared so big and mean, with those broad shoulders and permanent scowl on his face. Now, though... He seemed like he'd let you do just about anything with him, to him— it didn't really matter as long as you kept staring at him like that; through heavy lids, eyes sparkling with a profound, desperate need that spoke without words, saying 'only you get to see this side of me'.

You start grinding your hips against his, rubbing your clothed core above his growing boner in small, calculated circles as you shore yourself up with a hand to his chest. He merely admired you from his position, letting you have your way with him; all the while his gaze reflected patience, like he could take over the situation any second but enjoyed watching you lead.

"Joel," you call his name, leaning forward to kiss his chin, moving your lips all the way down his throat and feeling the nice scratch of his beard. Your hands grab the collar of his shirt as you come up to whisper in his ear: "Stay still."

Panting, he narrows his eyes in confusion, "What?" Though you don't give him enough time to figure out your words, getting back on your feet and parting his legs further with a light thump of your knee.

He observes your every move quietly, amused by your confidence and determination when you drop to your knees in front of him. Joel's cocky expression doesn't sway, not even when you drag your nails across his inner thigh, inching closer towards his very visible hard on. However, his body betrays him, selling a whole different story. His muscles tense, his jaw clenches and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," he hissed, refusing to place his hands on you.

"Or what?" you drawl, coming to rest your palm on his crotch. A simple, feathery touch that made his pulse accelerate.

"You'll regret it," he warns grimly.

"S'that so?" you start to unbuckle his belt, way too slow for his liking, tugging down the zipper of his jeans. "I think I can handle it."

He smirked, his hand slithers to the back of your scalp and forces you to lock eyes with him. "Don't test your luck, sweetheart."

You pout mockingly, doing exactly the opposite of what he was saying while dragging down the fabric just enough to free his cock. Your new found courage falters for a second, finally seeing him in all his size and girth. He was, by all means, a big one, the amount of precome oozing on the tip telling you just how much he loved being teased, despite whatever words came out of his mouth. The mere sight of it sent a new heated wave of slick between your thighs.

Joel mimicked your expression scornfully, brushing his thumb across your cheekbone, "Too big for ya'?"

"None of that," you wrap your hand around the base, not really applying any pressure; though the sole warmth of your touch was enough to give him goosebumps, "we'll make it fit."

"That's my girl."

With a chuckle, you lower your head to kiss the inside of his thigh, the pads of your fingers softly grazing the veins on his length. His whole body shudders, leaking onto your hand and letting out a subtle gasp as you spread kisses all along his shaft. Your eyes peer into his soul when you gently place your lips to the slit, tasting the salty precome as he calls your name in what resembles a desperate plea. In a swift move, you finally take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and deciding to put an end to his suffering. He mutters a gruff 'fuck' when you attempt to take him farther, pumping what you couldn't yet fit and snaking your free hand under the hem of his denim shirt to caress the soft skin of his belly.

"Shit, darlin'-" you feel the heaviness of his palm simply resting on the back of your head, not pushing or forcing you in any way, but allowing you to adapt to his size. "The only way to get ya' to stop talking is with a mouth full of cock, ain't it?"

You hum in response and the sensation is completely enrapturing for Joel, his callused fingers tangle in your hair to ground him as he releases a shaky breath. It's a huge challenge to focus on anything else but him; your mind whirring with a familiar dizziness while you bob your head up and down his shaft, intoxicated by the taste of him, the smell of him and every sound that escapes his lips, making your clit throb with need and your arousal pool in your panties, uncomfortably sticking to your skin.

For Joel, it's overwhelming.

He's never really been the noisy type during sex but heck— you were doing it for him. He's a panting mess above you, his hips buck ever so slightly in tandem with your mouth, trying not to lose it entirely. Your spit drools down his dick and the way your dark, dilated pupils sparkle with lust as you hollow your cheeks around him pulls a groan deep from his throat.

"That's it, you can take it," he coaxes when your nose nudges his pubic bone, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Good fuckin' girl, just like that..."

Enticed with the praise, you keep repeating the motion, sliding one hand to hold his hipbone for support and feeling his burning skin under your touch whilst the other plays with his balls to aid his pleasure. The obscene slick sounds mix in the air with his hoarse cursing, the rain and the faint music of kings of leon, sex on fire.

He looks so good from this angle, chest rising and falling with heavy, irregular breaths, head thrown back and both hands on you, keeping you angled for his cock. Drops of precum roll on your tongue as you keep changing the pace at which your head moves, tears welling in your eyes and jaw going slack. Shit, you're aching for him so bad that the only thing you can think of to relieve the need is squeeze your thighs together in order to create some friction. And it works, the action eliciting a moan from you that makes him fucking whimper your name.

"Bet your cunt's drippin' just from sucking my dick," he muffles a laugh that turns halfway into a sigh when you pay special attention to the ruddy, sensitive tip. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

You can tell he is by the way his cock twitches in your mouth; his spine straightens at the heat gathering between his legs and he tries to pull you off against your will, uttering a warning that you chose to ignore. Joel's lips part in a throaty groan when he reaches his high, feeling the outline of your fingers digging harshly on his hip, your hand rubbing his length and your tongue lapping at his slit, taking in every single drop of his release until he's spent, right before pressing a soft kiss to it that makes him shiver. And hell— contrary to others, he tasted good; warm and thick, coating your senses.

His heart beats aggressively against his ribs and he loosens his grip on your hair, allowing you to get back on your feet while resting your hands on his waist. Although his eyes are barely open, he can quite literally feel your smile when you chastely kiss his lips. He chuckles breathlessly as you sit beside him, tugging himself back in his pants.

"We're not done yet," he says, grabbing the back of your knee and promptly engulfing your leg around his waist, maneuvering your body so that your back rests against the couch and he's crouched down, caged in the middle of your thighs. "I said I'd make it up to you and I will."

"Well, you've certainly got some stamina in you, old man," you poke fun at him, raising a hand to move those rebellious curls away from his eyes.

Joel smiles, caressing your cheek affectionately. "Always got somethin' to say, don't ya'?"

"Oh, Mr. Miller," you coo, enveloping your arms around his neck, "we both know just how much you love to hear me talk."

"Mhm," he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth, "yes, I reckon you're right."

His big hand covers nearly half of your face as he holds you still, crashing your lips together. He kisses you deeply, vigorously, in a way that makes you wonder if you could possibly drown in a person's essence. His other palm slides between your bodies to start undoing the buttons of the flannel —his flannel— you were wearing. You can't help but whine when he draws back, watching you from above.

"Joel-" blood rushes through your ears and can feel your cheeks warm up as he takes in the sight of you, his fingers coasting down your throat and to the valley of your breasts, licking his lips when he sees your hardened nipples.

"You're fuckin' beautiful," he speaks freely, without holding back emotion, and it makes your heart skip a beat. "Such a sweet, sweet girl I can't get enough of."

"Then take a picture," you purr, "it'll last longer."

He stares at you through a measuring squint, a lighthearted smile forming on his face. "Since you insist." It takes a moment for you to realize what he means, until you finally recall that there's actually a camera inside your purse; one that he reaches for. "If I remember correctly... You said I could take as many as I like."

You lightly squeeze his waist with your thighs, feeling your whole body burn with anticipation. "I did say that..."

"Let's just pray your dad won't find these hanging around," he ponders, turning your face slightly to the side. "He'll have my head."

"And that would be terrible..."

He takes the Polaroid with one hand, the other coming to grope your breast as he backs off for a better angle, ultimately deciding to wrap his fingers loosely around your neck instead, purely holding you there. You glance at the lens, making your best "fuck me" eyes added to a cheeky smile, hearing him curse under his breath prior to snapping the picture.

"You've got the prettiest fucking tits I've even seen, sweetheart," he snarls, laying a palm flat over your lower abdomen while he waited for the photo.

"Has anyone ever told you you've got such a marvelous way with words?" he suppressed a laugh, safeguarding the picture on the back pocket of his jeans.

"Just a few women." Before you can even begin to act annoyed, he sets the camera aside and leans down to kiss your collarbones, the pad of his thumb kneading circles around your sensitive nipple. "Look at you, honey," he murmurs, "you're so easy to please... Or is it just because of me?"

You're panting, your back arching in response to his constant ministrations, every inch of your skin blushing under his attention. "I think it's-" you're cut off by the sudden need to swallow when he sucks a mark on the vulnerable skin between your breasts, "you."

His body vibrates with a laugh and you feel his hand palm your clothed sex, dragging his tongue over your delicate nipple, gently nibbling at it. You screw your eyes shut and let a single, fluttery moan slide past your lips when his thumb nudges your clit.

"So wet just from giving head?" Joel shakes his head in fake disapproval. "Who knew you were such a horny little thing?"

You are holding onto his bicep for dear life, fearing you might collapse into oblivion if you part from his body. His index glides across your slit over the drenched cotton fabric, making you squirm beneath him.

"You- you tasted good," you babble, mind all over the place.

"Yeah?" his chest swells with pride, "you should taste yourself, angel," his mouth travels across your abdomen, "sweetest thing I've ever had."

It's pointless trying to conjure a response, you're simply too far gone by now. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and buries his head between your thighs, flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves. You whimper, running your fingers through his locks and bucking your hips to meet his face.

"Please," you blurt out, "Joel, please..."

"What, sweetheart?" he asks, moving the underwear aside to directly touch your clit, fondling it as he watched your slick coat his fingers. "What do you want?" But you can't conceive an answer, all that could come out of your mouth were those pathetic, desperate moans. "Use your words."

With his free hand he plays with your nipple, grabbing your breast with his entire hand. "I want you."

He tauntingly moves his fingers around your seam, refusing to go any further. "Say it again."

"I want you, Joel."

Cocky bastard.

He licks his fingers clean and starts getting off the couch, leaving you with a confused, dumbfounded expression that nearly makes him crack up.

"You didn't really believe I'd be fucking you on the couch, did ya'?" he teases, but all you can muster up is a barely audible 'oh'. "Come on, let's take this to my room. And don't forget to bring that camera of yours."

Mind still dazing, you obey his instructions, following him silently upstairs as he undoes the buttons of his shirt. For a second, he glances back at you, gifting a soft, reassuring grin before extending his arm to grab your fingers, holding your hand in a pure, intimate touch.

And just for that moment, you forget that he's actually your dad's oldest friend, that he's Sarah's father or any other thought of the sort. He's just Joel. Joel Miller, the only man that has managed to make you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach, or that made you blush with merely a few compliments.

"Ask me to kiss you," he urges, taking the camera from your hands and carefully placing it on his bedside table, his eyesight fixed on you.

"Kiss me," you don't ask, you downright beg.

He does, though it's not like the previous times. He's tender, almost languid about it. His hands are on your bare hips while yours cup his cheeks; Joel's fingers reach to remove the flannel from your shoulders and moves his lips to the newly exposed skin, murmuring constant admirations. You feel your lungs clench and a tingly sensation on your lower belly.

"I'll take care of you, darlin'." You let the shirt slide down your arms and fall to the floor. "Gonna show you what you've been missin' out on by fooling around with those stupid boys." His words go straight to your core as he takes a step back to sit on the edge of his bed. "Take them off," he gestures to the last piece of clothing on your body.

You compel to his wish, stripping under his prying eyes while he lazily gets rid of his boots. His lips twitch in a smile when he sees the glistening mess he's made of you, promptly dragging you on top of him. Your hands lay flat on his exposed chest shortly before he switches positions, readjusting you on the middle of the bed.

"Joel, please just-" you whine when he keeps playing with your entrance, stretching you with his fingers. Your skin scorches with desire, knees weak from the growing heat on your lower body.

"Stop nagging, sweetheart," he grits through his own lust, his gaze impossibly dark. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Joel, I'm too worked up, I-" you gasp when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that particular spot that made your toes curl. "Fuck..."

"Come on, baby." He ducks down to kiss the skin behind your ear and his beard tickles nicely. "It's just the two of us now, feel free to be as loud as you need to."

His pants are undone and hanging loosely on his hips, the image being so blatantly erotic that only managed to get you more aroused as you fumble to get rid of his shirt. He chuckles at your eagerness, shrugging it out of the way and haphazardly kicking off his jeans and underwear altogether, discarding them on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

You take a second to revel on his naked figure, his tanned skin, broad shoulders and sturdy chest, the marked collarbones and every noticeable mole. His hair is messy from your fingers, a thin layer of sweat sticks some curls to his temples as his wild, hungry eyes bask in the view of your sopping pussy when he parts your shaky legs further. But the moment of appreciation is brief, both of you being edged and spurred on.

He maneuvers a hand to your lower back and aligns your hips with his, watching the way your hole drips for him, wetting his bedsheets. You're a panting mess beneath him, lightly scratching his shoulder-blades and biting on your bottom lip, looking up at him doe-eyed and all splayed out for him to take. Joel wants to tell you just how badly he's longed for this— how he's been yearning to have you so achingly bad. But right now, feelings overrun his thoughts, especially after hearing his name spilling from your lips, begging for him to take you.

"Relax, darlin'." Joel teases your slit with the head of his cock, rubbing it along your sex and coating it with your slick. Your head tilts backwards, dipping on his pillows, small whines keep spilling from your mouth. "I won't go easy on you."

"Great, cause I don't want you to-" your slurred words get muffled by the sudden feeling of intrusion as he finally buries himself in your cunt, letting out a filthy, guttural groan.

You close your eyes, feeling lightheaded and staggered from the way he was filling you up so nicely, the stretch being a tad painful at first, but the kind of pain that could only ever feel good. Then your whole body quivers from head to toe.

"That's it, you can take it," he mutters, peppering kisses to your chin and collarbones as he bottoms out. "Fuck, you feel divine-" The tight, warm grip you welcome him with resembles nothing he's ever had before. This is new, this is you.

You bear down on his cock, enveloping your legs around his waist and lifting your hips to encourage him. He holds you down with a firm grip around your neck, starting to set a pace with his hips as he draws out and then back in slowly, roughly, making your back arch. Your erect nipples brush against his strong chest and create a delightful friction that has you moaning louder than you could've expected. You're amazed by the way he thrusts into you, somehow mindful to hit every right spot inside you —needless to say that it was something that others could hardly manage before—, his pubic hair tickles the skin below your belly button, sending shivers down your spine that prompt you to drag your nails down his back.

"Look," he indicates, despite your inability to even think straight. "Look," he repeats harshly, using the hand that was on your hips to tilt your head downwards, forcing you to stare at where your bodies connected. It was obscene, the wet noises of your pussy and skin clapping against skin sounding purely pornographic. "Look at the mess you're making."

"Joel, I-" you can't form sentences properly, all your attention being focused on how good he's making you feel. "I'm so close, for god's sake..."

"Lemme help with that," he speaks breathlessly, pining your leg over the crook of his elbow to make his thrusts deeper, more precise. You cry out in bliss, feeling the heat expanding from your stomach to your legs. "Yeah, you're close, I can fuckin' feel it- fuck..."

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing his dick just right. He knows he's in too deep when you call out his name like it's the only word you can remember, when he wallows in the glorious view of your pretty face contorted in pleasure. He looses the grip on your neck and strokes your lower lip with his thumb, prodding you to keep eye contact as your orgasm washes over you. It's electrifying, a feverish kind of sensation that gratifies every nerve on your body.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder, overcame by the intense feeling of euphoria that your body was providing. You realize in that moment that the reason why Joel could fill that void so easily was because he kept prioritizing you above him. Your pleasure was his, too.

"Jesus Christ, Joel-" you mewl when he abruptly pulls out, “… Worth the wait.”

He laughs shakily, kissing your lips shortly. "Turn around, sweetheart. I want to fuck you from behind."

With a buzzing dizziness, you follow his instruction. God, right now you'd do just about anything if he asked you to. You notice movement from his part and patiently wait with your butt up in the air for him to stuff you again; instead, you hear the familiar clicking sound of the Polaroid camera.

"You fucker," you chuckle, "did you just take a picture of my ass?"

"Couldn't help myself," he groans, caressing the soft flesh before lightly slapping it. "You look too damn gorgeous." The hit on your skin burns nicely and you can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips.

"Shit- do that again..."

You can practically hear his smile when he talks, "You into that?" he repeats the action with a little more force and the pain sends a shock of pure pleasure between your legs, your own fluids dripping down your thighs. "F'course you are, I should've guessed with that attitude of yours."

He plays with your swollen pussy, enjoying your tiny moans and the way your legs tremble as you fist the sheets underneath you, burying your face on his pillow when he spanks you again— this time so hard that it probably left a mark. But before the sting washes away he takes the opportunity to enter you in one swift move, holding your hips steady and trailing his fingers along your spine.

"That's my sweet girl," he praises a midst, starting to grind his cock inside you. "Taking me like you were made for it."

This is way more intense, the angle allowing him to hit deeper, harsher. His gruff moans become more frequent as he speeds up his pace, letting you know just how good you were making him feel. The sensation was purely fantastic, melting every thought away and just leaving Joel Miller to fill you in every sense of the word. His hands are never still, roaming your responsive areas, caressing the most sensitive and always taking care of your aching clit.

You might cry from the overwhelming ecstasy— the way his tip constantly hits the depths of your cunt with each relentless thrust has you seeing stars. Joel gets a thrill from the way you can't seem to get enough of him either, throwing your hips back to meet his unwavering pace, clawing at the pillows and moaning helplessly, pushing him close to his climax.

"Joel, it's too much..." you mumble. "Please, I can't-"

He hunches over you, kissing your nape to ease the overpowering sensations, "Yes, you can. You're a big girl, you can take it." And then your vision goes blurry, all you're able to hear being his disjointed, lewd moans; all you can feel is his hard, hot body flushed to yours, his cock twitching inside you and the wetness of your own body. "That's it, give me another one, baby- fuuuck..."

The buildup is so strong you nearly collapse, feeling yourself tremble as he chases his orgasm, fucking you through yours. His fingers reach your bundle of nerves and apply barely any pressure, which has you coming undone in seconds, absolutely soaking his dick and the sheets beneath you, chanting his name like a prayer. A string of curses falls from his lips as he pulls out and quickly manhandles your fucked out self to lay on your back. He exhales sharply through his nose, spilling his load all over your stomach without even touching himself.

You both stay there for a while, catching your breath and looking intently at each other’s eyes before he rolls over, going limp beside you. You stare blankly at de ceiling, suddenly feeling aggressively aware of your sticky skin covered in sweat and cum, the numbness on your lower body that will surely feel sore in the morning and all the marks he's left dispersed on you. You feel satisfied, fulfilled even. Joy bubbles up your chest and comes out in form of a giggle, one you're unable to hold back.

"What?" he asks, turning his face towards you with a half-smile.

"I don't know, I just..." you shake your head, still laughing. "I don't know."

He chortles in disbelief, holding out a hand to take some tissues from the bedside drawer and going to swipe his mess off your tummy and inner thighs. "Shit, I think I might’ve just fucked the sense out of ya'."

Joel sets himself between your parted legs, laying the weight of his upper body on top of you, resting his chin on your chest, eyes boring into yours. He looks so young like this, despite the greying hair and the small wrinkles, his beautiful brown orbs sparkle ever so brightly under your attentive gaze.

"What will your dad say when he returns and finds out his only daughter has completely lost her mind?" he jokes, cradling you in his big arms.

"Come on," you roll your eyes playfully, "we both know that if I had been in my right mind since the beginning, I probably wouldn't be in your bed right now." He doesn't reply, but his smile doesn't fade either. Joel nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, kissing your pulse zone briefly before closing his eyes. You run your fingers through his hair, softly massaging his scalp in utter silence.

The wind was howling outside, rustling the tree branches, but at least it wasn't raining anymore. You can feel Joel's heart beating against your ribs, his deep breaths fanning across your shoulder and his unique scent all around you, on you. In spite of the cold air, your naked bodies are warm enough to stay comfortably in this position, at least for a while— however, there's something deep inside you that doesn't want this moment to end.

"Hey," you call him lowly and he hums in response, "can we order pizza?"

He nods faintly, "Anything you want, honey."

Anything.

If only.

"I'll call," you say. "Any specific requests?"

"As long as there isn't any pineapple on it, we're fine." You glance down at him, almost appalled.

"You don't like pineapple on pizza?"

"No. That's disgusting, come on."

"Oh, grow up!" he opens his mouth to retort, but when he sees your dismayed expression he can merely bark a laugh that you get infected with.

"Order whatever you want," he whispers in your ear. "But you'll have to promise something."

"What's that?" you raise an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Say you'll stay," he murmurs, slightly hesitant. "Stay here and spend the night with me."

The proposal takes you by surprise, so much that you actually stopped breathing. You ponder wether if you could or you should; because, at the end, what would a night really mean? What could possibly change?

Nothing, right?

Besides, no one had to know.

(...)

A few moments later you're downstairs looking for your phone, wearing nothing other than his green flannel. Joel decided to take a shower while you ordered the food and you chose to walk around the house, paying attention to the little details you hadn't quite noticed before.

Now that you see it, there are plenty of horse images here and there. Very Texan of Joel, you can't deny. Lots of pictures of Sarah growing up, some of him and Tommy and a good deal with your dad. None of his ex-wife. In fact, there's no proof that she even existed. You decide not too think too hard about it, since it was none of your business after all.

You pour yourself a glass of water and wander your eyes across the amount of pills he usually takes. Anxiety pills, painkillers, vitamins. What could possibly be troubling this middle-aged man so bad? Again, you decide to turn a blind eye and simply pick up the phone, expecting a message from your dad to tell you he arrived in Boston well and safe. Instead, you find that your direct messages in social media have new requests. Curious, you open them to see what the fuzz was about.

Hi!

This is Will

I don't know if Sarah mentioned me...

I'm her English teacher, haha

I hope you don't find this creepy, your profile popped up in my 'people you may know' section and since Sarah said she wanted to introduce us, I thought I might just say hi 😉

Honestly, with everything that went down you had nearly forgotten about Sarah's 'you should hang out with people your age' speech. And now that you were stalking his profile, he appeared to be maybe a couple years older than you— handsome in a boyish, intelectual way, if that made sense. Apparently, he studied in New York too, and lived in Queens.

Hi!

Yeah, I reckon she did

What's up, Queens? :)

You don't really expect a reply, not giving much thought to anything in the moment. Though, an involuntary smile twitches your lips when there's a quick message that reads "Not much, Brooklyn" and the writing bubble underneath.

After all, having a friend in Austin wouldn't hurt.

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Kk so it 2 in the morning and I’m horny so fem reader x tom Holland or Nathan Drake which ever you prefer where tom/ Nathan is always cocky in public and reader is shy and quiet but In bed the opposite and reader is like really dominant and stuff and Tom/Nathan is kinda like babyish idk only if your ok with it tho tyyyyy

talkative

warnings: smut; (unprotected sex, cockwarming, dirty talk), fluff, and language

note: i wrote this very fast because i feel bad for procrastinating my other writings :) also, i’m not a huge fan of sub!male but i tried it anyway (probably won’t do again)

(slight) sub!ceo!tom x (slight) dom!reader

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“we made it official in january,” tom chats with his co-worker, harrison, and his wife that are seated across the table from you. tom squeezes your hand on the white-cloth table. tonight was a simple dinner with tom’s best employee who has been working with him for years. they grew to be great friends over time.

“you always did know how to close a deal,” both men share a hearty laugh while you smile softly at tom. he returns a smile graciously, making your chest bubble with love.

even months after the wedding, that honeymoon feeling never faded away. every day with tom was like a dream. you couldn’t have asked for anyone or anything else.

“well, you two make just the loveliest pair,” harrison’s wife compliments with a fond expression. yours and tom’s smiles deepen with love and warmth as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“we do, don’t we, darling?” tom puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a forehead kiss. a heated rush runs through your head at the action. you were never good at pda; it always made you flushed and you couldn’t hide how it affected you.

you talked little throughout the rest of the dinner. sure, if someone asked you a question or two you’d answer, but you were never the most talkative. you grew up a listener, curious to hear what others had to say. however, when it was just you and tom, you were more open and detailed when you spoke.

especially when it came to the bedroom. you didn’t know you were that talkative until you met tom. well, until you had sex with tom.

it was freeing and comforting to know that there was always someone who was just as curious as you. so, out of curiosity, you married him.

even with separate chairs, you leaned close into tom’s side as the night continued. your hands intertwined under the table, resting on your smooth legs. tom would rub reassuring circles over your knuckles and occasionally kiss your temple to remind you that he was right there. his little actions of care was something that you not only craved but grew to need.

a familiar, fuzzy feeling burned in your lower stomach that you had to endure until you went home.

when the dinner ended, you all said your polite goodbyes and shared charming smiles. tom and you walked toward the car and headed home.

—

as tom and you got ready for bed, your need for him was growing uncomfortable.

“tom.”

“yes, baby?”

“i need you.”

with the simplest words, you were crawling over tom’s lap in an instant. your silk nightgown rose to your hips as your legs spread over his hard bulge underneath his boxers.

“you’re already hard?” your hands rested on his muscular shoulders as you rolled your hips in a circular motion. tom groaned and put his hands on your hips to guide you. “poor tommy.”

“‘course i am. looked fucking gorgeous in that dress tonight,” he huffed out as your movements got faster. “fuck. need to be inside you.”

“why should i let you?” you teasingly questioned as you pulled down the delicate straps of your gown, revealing your pebbled nipples. licking your lips, you stopped rolling your hips until tom gave you an answer. he puffed out, irritated at how much control you have over him.

“i waited all night. talked to harry and madeline the whole time so i wouldn’t be too tempted to take you in the bathroom stall,” tom negotiated breathlessly.

“hmm. i guess that’s valid enough,” you shifted your panties to the side while tom hastingly slid down his boxers. his eagerness to be with you always caused a smug smile on your face. you were just as eager, but way better at hiding it clearly.

you rubbed your arousal against his cock, edging you both. without wasting any more time, you lifted your body up and angled his cock deep inside of you. you both hiss at the feeling as if you’ve never been together. but your bodies knew each other more than anyone else you knew.

his smooth, rough hands caress your sides as you pick up your pace. your breasts bounce as both of your moans collide in the heated air. your hands crawl around his neck and dig into his scalp. your cunt squeezes his cock causing him to whimper with a rough bite of his lips.

“k-kiss me,” tom moans with his head moving loosely.

“what, no ‘please’?”

“baby, please fucking kiss me,” his fingers twist your nipples, nearly stealing all your words from you. you bite your lip at the pinch of pain, leaning into his touch.

“that’s more like it.”

your lips crash together in a burning kiss. the fire between you two never seemed to dwindle, and you both melted together as if you were one. your hips never ruined their accelerated pace, even when tom began to thrust up into you.

the additional movement had you both moaning and groaning desperately against each other’s mouths. too immersed in tom’s lips, you were blind to notice tom slipping his hand between you both. he slyly rubs your throbbing clit, getting you closer to your orgasm.

sweat dampened at your foreheads while your legs burned from the vertical repetition. you felt tom’s cock twitch inside of you, alerting you that he was very close.

“come inside of me. i need your cum in me, tommy,” you encouragingly demanded in shaky breaths. obeying, tom releases inside of you, coating your walls.

“come with me, darling,” tom directed. you clutch around his length, squeezing everything out of him. the sensation of his fingers and his orgasm have you coming right soon after. he guides your hips as you ride out your blissful highs together.

all that can be heard are your panting breaths and your racing hearts as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. tom caresses and rubs your back, cock still sitting warm inside of you. neither of you make any movements, too afraid to ruin the euphoric experience. you both close your eyes, but know better than to fall asleep like this. you both know you’d feel sore and achy if you didn’t lay down on the bed.

but you wanted his cock to stay warm and tucked into you forever.

“c’mon, darling, let’s go to sleep,” tom insists, slowly lifting you up.

“but i want you in me,” you whine, not caring how dramatic you may sound. tom reassures you that he’ll slide back inside of you once you’re lying down.

tom’s body disconnects from yours and you feel a wrath of coldness flood your body. you remove your panties completely and discard them somewhere across your bedroom floor.

once you’re laying down comfortably, tom fulfills his promise and gently slides back into you. you hum at the satisfying thickness and fullness that fills you. you can’t help but rub your ass into him, causing him to hiss from behind you.

“goodnight, you minx,” tom tucks your hair to the side and kisses your cheek lovingly.

“goodnight,” you smile, all warm and cozy.

it’s easy to fall asleep when you’re entwined with the love of your life.

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marvelgirlstories · 8 months

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Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘

Meet the Fam

Tom Holland x reader

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"

After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.

Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.

Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.

"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.

When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.

You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.

"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.

See you soon ♥️

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hollandsfavbabe · 1 year

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Movie Night

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

warnings: smut, fingering, masterbation, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), riding, literally pure filth

word count: 4.8k

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The sun was setting outside the window of the living room as you lay down blankets on the sofa and set up pillows for you and Tom’s nightly movie night, setting the late night scene with the new absence of light. Ever since the COVID epidemic had begun and you moved in with the Hollands to avoid quarantining alone, you started the already classic tradition where one of the five of you would get to choose a different movie every night and watch it as a family in the living room, adding in blankets and pillows to make it one big sleepover party on Fridays. With Nikki, Dom, Sam, and Paddy living away in a separate house, movie nights usually consisted of you, your boyfriend Tom, his brother Harry, and of course his best friends Harrison and Tuwaine. Usually you would have some help with putting together a comfy place for you all to relax, but there was just one key difference with tonight’s movie night; you and Tom would be watching it alone. After the last Friday movie night, a few of you started feeling a little under the weather, Harry Tuwaine and Harry with a terrible cough and lack of smell while you and Tom felt fine. Immediately you all rushed to take COVID tests and as suspected, you and Tom were both negative, but Harry, Tuwaine, and Harrison all tested positive for the virus and were really starting to feel the symptoms. With masks strapped to your faces, you all returned home, split up the house, and agreed that until the boys got over the virus, you and Tom would be their prime care takers and have to cancel all movie nights until further notice. Your domain to share with Tom consisted of the downstairs area, anything from the kitchen to the living room and the master bedroom you had been sharing with Tom since your arrival. Meanwhile, the sick boys were all instructed to stay upstairs where they had to share two bedrooms between the three of them as well as a single TV compared to you and Tom’s two TVs. Along with feeling bad for the sickly boys, you were sad about missing movie night until it came to your attention after several FaceTime calls and other online interactions with the boys upstairs that movies on Disney+ could be streamed at the same time on separate devices. Needless to say, you got right down to business and spent the rest of the week planning and strategizing how you could do a movie night together, yet apart. By the time Friday came, you had it all together. The boys upstairs would be watching it on their TV while you and Tom would watch it in the living room where you usually would. Tom had dug up old walkie-talkies from when he and his brothers were little and managed to get them working again, tossing one up to the boys so you could converse with each other without is desired. “Tom!” you shout. “Living room’s ready!” Your boyfriend walks out from the kitchen where he had been preparing snacks for the boys, a big metal bowl of popcorn in hand as he smiles at you. “Right love, I’m just going to get this up to the boys, make sure they’re ready, and we can start it up.” “Sounds good.” you confirm, leaving briefly to change into your pajamas. When you return, you spot Tom sitting upon the couch, the lights off and the movie paused on the TV as he waits for you. The walkie-talkie for you both lies on the coffee table, supported by a stack of books so that it is easy to reach and upright. You take in the setting, beaming at Tom until you notice something. You would have missed it if you hadn't taken the time to look around at the dimly lit scene. Your boyfriend sits on the sofa, his legs propped up on the leg rest, partially covered by one of your fuzzy blankets, his pajama pants peeking out from the bottom where the fabric ends at his feet, but completely bare on the top. From the moment you moved in, you knew new boundaries would have to be set for you and Tom when it came down to your intimate life as a couple. It was easier when one of you was staying at the other's flat, alone in the dignity of your own space to do whatever you pleased, but now, with others present, you both had to accept that for the comfort of your housemates, you could not be as active. It wasn’t long after when you figured out that having him less made you want him more and Tom felt the same went for you. In the past three months of the pandemic, you had been completely satisfied only twice, you both resorting to only short sessions that were sustainable, but never filling. Though you loved living with all the boys and could function fine without your fair share of Tom, you still desired him and how here he was, half naked and tempting. At first it’s just his shoulders, the blanket hiding what you know to be his perfectly sculpted chest and torso which allows you some peace of mind. You step closer to him, convincing yourself that his lack of coverage does not change your desire to watch the movie instead of doing something (or someone) else until he lifts up the blanket, showing off his abs that flex in light glimmer from the TV as his arms outstretched, gesturing for you to sit with him. You hesitate, not because you wish to sit apart from him, but because you’d rather do more than just cuddling. His bare skin is enticing. You start to crave his touch, not the tender type, but the kind that leaves you panting out of exhaustion. Your lascivious thoughts become increasingly worse as you are reminded of the lack of intimacy you two have been allowed lately with his brothers around. The very same brothers that are under strict instructions not to leave the upstairs area where they have a horrible view of the downstairs living room. It’s too perfect. “C’mere,” Tom requests, motioning for you to join him. You do as is asked of you, taking a seat on his lap as he wraps the blanket around his shoulder and the both of you, nesting his chin into the crook of your neck and his arms around your waist as he pecks you on the corner of your lips. You shudder. “You cold, love?” he asks out of loving concern. You answer honestly. “Not in the slightest.” Before he’s able to ask you to elaborate, static plays from walkie-talkie as Harry’s voice rings through it. “Are you guys ready yet?” Tom reaches over to the old toy and presses the reply button as he speaks into it “Yep, we’re starting it…now.” He paused to play the movie, simultaneously setting the walkie-talkie down. It had only been playing for five minutes, but you were gone. You were watching it, but you were definitely not paying attention as every word that left the character’s mouths flew in one of your ears and out the other. You were much more focused on something else as Tom’s hot breath fanned over your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. His hands rest on your stomach, much too close to where you want them to be and his thighs were beneath you, only separated by yours and his pajama pants barrier, something that could be so easily removed. Your core is on fire, inflamed from the intensity of your desires. You have to fix it, you need friction, you need contact, you need him. “Tom” you breathe. At the sound of his name, your boyfriend plants a lengthy peck on your cheek. “What’s up love?” he whispers in your ear. You feel your cheeks heat up, his voice adding to the discomfort of not having him already. “I can’t watch this anymore.” Tom recognizes your tone of voice, needy and whiny, he knows what you want as his hands move to your hips to help turn you ever so slightly on his, just enough that you can see his face. His head leans into yours so that you can feel his breath on your lips, his words quiet as he whispers to you. “What do you want?” Your eyes shut and your lips part as his hands move up, his fingers spread as he feels as much of you as he possibly can. “You want me to touch you? To make you feel good? It’s that it, darling?” His hands dip under your shirt as they continue to ascend to the crease beneath your breast where your bra begins to cover you. “God, yes” you moan, leaning into him. He chuckled at your urgency, his thumbs tucking under the cuff of your breast while his lips, feather soft, meet yours in a kiss for what feels like less than a second. “Too bad I have to watch the movie.” His hands leave your skin and he leans back into the sofa, leaving you hot and bothered on his lap, your eyes widening in shock. “You fucking tease,” you gently shove him in return before standing up to leave, heading in the direction of your bedroom. “I guess I’ll just take care of it myself.” You don’t make it much further before Tom reaches and pulls you back to him, settling you back down until you're on his lap again, the blanket discarded and now beneath the two of you. “Oh babe, I’m messing with you. I never said I couldn’t multitask.” You tense into his lap as he leans into your neck, adjusting your body so that you’re facing the television as his lips meet your skin once more. His head moves up as he kisses you again, this time closer to your ear, just at the beginning of your jawline. He kisses you again in the same spot, then again a bit lower, and then again without any gain in pressure or intensity. His hands grip onto your hips as he handles you gently, as if you’re a ceramic work of art. Your skin burns where his lips have been. He elicits a moan from you, desperate as you are to have him already. You need more. Instead, he lifts his head once more and ceases from kissing you as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, shushing you softly. “Quiet darling,” he whispers as his right hand leaves your waist. “We don’t want the boys to hear us, don’t we? You know Harry, he’s already suspicious of us. Imagine if we didn’t win trivia tomorrow. He’d figure us out.” Of course, Harry’s trivia. You’d forgotten. Trivia night referred to the first few minutes of each evening’s movie night where Harry would ask a few questions relating to the previously watched movie and at the end of the week, whoever answered the most correctly won bragging rights and occasionally a sweet of some sort. No one was keen to the idea, but you knew it made Harry happy and as you all had nothing better to do, it soon became as traditional as watching the movie. As there were four of you, it was only natural that you all teamed up; Harrison with Tuwaine and you with Tom. Being extreme movie buffs from months on sets together and as the unhealthily competitive people you were, you and Tom had gotten used to winning every single week. You nod, agreeing that it would in fact be strange if you and Tom didn’t win as per usual, but then again, you much prefer having him over bragging rights. You don’t give a verbal response, but Tom takes your silence, your lack of any sort of erotic sound, as a sign to keep going. You keep your eyes on the screen, as Tom presses another kiss to the side of your neck, his lips lingering this time as you feel his right hand again, stroking your arm as he massages your bicep to help you relax. You sigh into his touch. Encouraged, he lowers his hand, moving from your arm to your waist as he peppers more kisses on your neck. You feel his middle finger dip beneath the elastic of your pajama pants and raise the hem above your skin before letting it snap back into place, He starts to ease it down with one of his hands while the other reaches around you to keep you steady, inching its way under your shirt to rest on the upper part of your abdomen. He kisses you gently, every few seconds or so, careful to not overstimulate you right away. But you’re much too eager to have a slow sensual session as you reach down and help him lower your pants. His hand parts from your skin and grabs your wrist, gently bringing it back up. “Patience darling. I can’t have you coming too fast now can I?” “Just get to it.” He listens to you, peeling off your pants until they’re on a crumpled pile on the floor and his hand is back on you. He strokes your arms again, his finger grabbing yours as he directs them down. “If you want to make it faster, you’re going to have to help out.” he whispers in your ear, his lips against your lobe as he moves both of your hands down and models your hand so that it’s against the dampened fabric, hovering above your clit. He guides it in small circles, showing you your favorite way just as you had shown him your first time. You massage it gently as his hand leaves yours to caress your arm some more, whispering praises into your ear. “Good girl, touching herself for me.” You inhale deeply, the knot tensing in your core as you apply a little more pressure. It’s enough to sustain you for some time, but you know it’s Tom that you need. His other hand starts moving upward as it cups the breast adjacent to it, over your bra that you were starting to wish you had taken off earlier. As if reading your mind, his hand leaves your arm and reaches back to undo the clasps, pulling it off from under your pajama shirt, his original hand reaching back up to cup you again. You stifle a moan as your nipples harden, the uncovered one peeking up from under your shirt. You speed up your own movements, needing more friction, more contact. Tom notices. He pulls your hand back intertwining your fingers, leaving a long kiss on your neck. “Here now love.” He directs, putting your hand on your other breast and letting it go so that you can do it yourself. His hand reaches back down to where you were as it sneaks in between the elastic and slowly peels it down, exposing you to the cool night air of the living room. Light from the TV reflects off of your arousal and he wastes no more time as he touches you. He reaches down and rubs your clit in slow circling motions. You have to focus on keeping your mouth closed as you fail to suppress a groan, humming in satisfaction. His other hand still kneads your breast, an easy movement for you to mimic on your other breast as the intense feeling spreads, growing from your gut. Tom’s finger strokes you, gliding over you, slick from your arousal before he slides one into you, pumping it in and out at a steady pace. “You’re so wet darling. And all for me.” Your breath quickens as his lips attach into your neck again, sucking this time. He nips the delicate skin with his teeth, pain that is then soothed by his soft tongue as he runs it over the sore spot. Your other hand reaches to find his bicep, squeezing it to release some of the tension you cannot let out from being quiet. “That’s it, that feels so good doesn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, pecking at your neck again. “You’re doing so good keeping quiet for me.” You squeeze his bicep again, your back arching into him as he starts to speed up, adding in another finger as he starts to stretch you. His other hand adjusts, focusing in on your nipple and he swirls his finger around it and pinches it between his thumb and pointer finger. His pace quickens again as he pulls them out and forces them back in, overstimulating you as his lips attack your jawline, adorning you with wet-open mouthed kisses. Your mouth hangs open, you breathe hard as you curl your toes and arch your neck so that your head sinks into the crevice between his neck and his shoulder. It’s a close call, but you manage to turn every single moan into a small groan or grunt. You’re close, he can feel it, you both can. You move your hands and clutch into both of his arms, squeezing. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.” You’re so close, almost there at the pinnacle. He moves his hand from your breast and clutches your thigh, squeezing it and forcing it to spread apart from your middle for more access. His movements quicken. You almost cry out, you and Tom’s cover nearly blown if it weren’t for you biting your lip at the last moment to stifle it. It was building, quickly, you were getting closer and closer with every forceful thrust from his fingers. You felt your orgasm, closer and closer until… “Oh my god! Guys! Did you see that part?” Tuwaine asks through the walkie-talkie, his voice booming through the speaker. “This film’s mad, isn’t it?” you hear Harry agree in the background of the radio. You gasp as Tom’s movements slow, but never stop as he keeps a steady pace, hitting deep each time. His voice is low as he rasps in your ear, coaxing and sweet. “Answer them.” he orders, his breath hot against your neck. “No,” you breathe, the thought of trying to string enough words together to make an acceptable reply is completely inconceivable. “I can’t, you have to-to…” “My hands are full.” Tom explains, his fingers taking up a now a pace so painfully slow as he takes them all the way out and leisurely pushes them back in. “Answer or I will stop.” he threatens. “Hello?” Harrison calls through the speaker. You groan in frustration as you reach for the walkie talkie beside you and press the button, bringing it up to your lips. “Yes,” you mumble softly, trying your hardest to sound like you were simply relaxing on the couch and not being railed on it. Hoping he would not want to discuss specific details, you think of the shortest response to end the conversation. “The part, we saw it.” “Good job baby.” Tom whispers in your ear, speeding up his fingers again. “What do you think of it so far?” Harry asked. Tom’s lips stick back onto your neck, sucking the delicate skin. “Fuck,” you curse, earning what you make out as a smile from him as he grins against your skin, still pumping in and out of you. You press the button again, hoping the sound of Tom’s fingers navigating through your arousal couldn’t be heard through the old technology. “It’s so good, so so good.” you answer uncontrollably, obviously not describing the movie. Tom whispers more praise in your ear as he speeds up his pace again. “Really?” Harrison asks. “We kind of think it’s shit, we’ve been laughing at it, but maybe it’ll get better. It’s not bad.” “Oh no, not bad at all.” you agree, earning another smirk from Tom as you toss the walkie-talkie to the safety of one of the nearby chairs and turn up the film to cover up any more of your noise. You lean back into Tom and stifle another moan as he nips another part of your neck. “You’re incredible, baby.” Tom praises as his fingers keep pumping in you, but after being deprived of him for so long, you know it’s not enough. You could feel him beneath you, bulging, clearly as needy as you, but too much of a gentleman to say so. “I want you this time.” you pant, reaching for his hand to move it away from your core. “I want to ride you.” “Are you sure? I don’t have a condom on me.” You turn around, briefly, and kiss him, a short one, sweet and inviting to clear away all of his doubt. “I want to.” you murmur against his lips, pecking them once more before you pull away for good. “Fuck me.” At once, Tom discards his own pajama pants until they too, like yours, lay crumpled on the ground, adding your own underwear to the mix as he adjusts you in his lap, helping you slide onto him. As you presumed, he fills you up instantly, forcing yet another pleasure filled hum of you as you suppress a moan. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so tight.” he grunts as his hips start to move, thrusting into you up and down as you bounce on top of him just slightly, still facing the TV. His hands slide up and down your body, one of them staying on your waist to hold you steady against him and support you while the other moves back up and pulls your shirt up until it pools against your collar bones. He kneads one of your breasts that he cannot get enough of. “Faster, baby.” you request and Tom is quick to obey as his thrusts start to speed up. His breath is husky, in your ear as he too now has the burden of hiding his own noises. “Y/n,” he moans, careful not to be much louder than the TV as he squeezes you hard. His new speed and angle allows him to hit your spot, never missing as he gets it with each powerful thrust, his thighs flexing beneath you. You moan, loudly only barely being overpowered by the TV. You can’t help it. You feel Tom’s hand fall from your breast and clasp around your mouth. He’s careful not to hurt you, but his hand covers your mouth with such a force that you gasp, moaning again, muffled by his calloused palm that smells so strongly of you. “Let it out, love. Let it all out into my hand.” he encourages, egging you on as he thrusts into you even harder. You moan, his hand muffling you as your voice vibrates and fails to sound as loud as it would have otherwise. You reach back, your hands digging into Tom’s scalp as you bounce on top of him, your breasts rippling as you do so. “Come for me love.” You give in as all the pressure builds up to a climax, a finishing point. You close you eyes and let out one last ungodly moan as your orgasm overtakes you, Tom fucking you through it as you spill onto him. Once you’re released from your trance, Tom sticks two of his fingers in your mouth, still thrusting into you, sloppier and sloppier as he himself is so close to finishing. You suck on them, happy to help as you can taste some of the remainder of yourself off of his fingers, swirling your tongue around them. “Oh, just like that. Fuck, y/n!” he moans your name as your nails still scratch his scalp, tugging on segments of his loose brown curls. You feel him come as he twitches inside you and his muscles loosen beneath you, the warmth coating your insides. You both take a moment, his fingers leaving your mouth as you resituate yourself on his lap, facing him so that you may embrace one another in the chill air of the night. After a couple minutes Tom turns the volume back down to normal and helps you clean up by carrying you to your shared bedroom where you take your time washing up and putting yourself back together. Tom cleans himself up and takes care of the couch, throwing the soiled blanket in the wash and getting out another one that he fully intends to cuddle you underneath. When you're ready, you re-emerge from your room and get comfortable on the sofa with Tom, laying down with him as you enjoy the last ten minutes of the film, but neither of you are intent on paying attention even with so little left. Instead you find yourself facing Tom, enamored by his beauty and encapsulated by his comforting charm as he presses soft chaste kisses on your nose and forehead, holding you close beneath the warmth of the blanket.

♡.-.♡.-.♡

As you and Tom prepare dinner the next evening, a simple soup for the sick boys, you look up the plot of the film online and read it aloud to him, still driven by a need to win every trivia night even if you neglected to watch the film. “It’s time people!” Harry calls from upstairs, startling you and Tom. “You ready?” you ask him, helping him untie his dorky apron as the nerves surge through you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” he responds, lifting the apron over his head and laying it on the counter as he grabs your hand to lead you to the stairs. He can sense how tense you are, you hand firm in his as you take a deep shaky breath. “You're not nervous, are you darling?” You sigh as he takes your other hand in his, lightly kissing the top of it. “We can’t lose, Tom. We just can’t.” He giggles at your competitiveness, knowing it to get the best of you at times as it can you, but luckily, he knows just how to calm you down. “Want to know something?” he smirks. With a nod of confirmation, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and lowers his voice so that no one can hear him, but you. “Even if we do lose, nothing can make me regret last night,” He leans down now, bringing his lips to your ear as he whispers, “I’m happy to lose every trivia night if it means having you on top of me like that again.” You pull away from him with a smile, using your newly free hands to put up your hair so that it stays out of your face. “Keep talking like that, Holland, and I might just have to take you up on that.” He chuckles lightly and follows you out, joining you under the stairs as you look up to the other boys who stay perched at the top. “Finally,” Harry remarks, pulling out three index cards that no doubt holds his questions. “I was close to just giving Team Tuwarison the points for being the only team that showed up.” “No need,” states Tom, his glazing meeting yours as he nods at you in encouragement. “We’re ready.” His assurance ignites your confidence that your limited knowledge on the movie will be enough. You can feel the win already as Harry asks the first question, then the second, then the third, and then… “BLOODY HELL!” Tuwaine shouts in shock. “WE ACTUALLY WON!” Harrison yells, sharing the same sentiment as the two hug and jump in victory before separating to let out enormous coughs courtesy of the virus. You roll your eyes and pout from your place at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh, get over it you bastards.” “It won’t happen again.” Tom concurs, just as annoyed at the antics of the two as you are. “I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!” Tuwaine shouts again once his coughing fit is over. “Neither can I,” Harry agrees. “What happened? You two are usually always on your game and you couldn’t come up with a single answer this time.” “You know what?” Tom starts. “We actually fell asleep.” he lies. “Shame, I thought y/n really liked it.” Tuwaine acknowledges, remembering your conversation from the night before as your eyes go wide, but you’re quick to save yourself from embarrassment. “Oh you know what, I think that was just during the climax.” you joke, earning a playful elbow from Tom who cannot contain his laughter. You join him, pleased by the inside joke as the other boys look down at you in confusion, wishing they knew what you meant. “I can’t wait until this COVID is over. You two are too weird to have another movie night without supervision.” Harry declares, turning to retreat to the room he shares with Tuwaine and Harrison and searches for the film you all will be watching tonight … or not.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland #movie #tom holland smut #smut #covid19 #first smut #sorry it took so long #sorry if it sucks #im just sorry #dont be silly wrap your willy

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Attacked

Request: I also have a request what about a fic about holland!reader and she goes to a premiere with the family but while she’s on the red carpet she gets attacked by a fan or something and her brothers get really protective and worried about her. Again I absolutely love your writing

Holland brothers x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets attacked on the red carpet.

Warnings: creepy fan, attempted kidnapping, protective & worried holland brothers

a/n: thank you for the request! sorry it took a bit of time to get to. I was too tired to try to find a gif of at least 3 brothers so it's just a Tom gif. Hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

The family get to the premiere for Tom's new movie, all seven of them finally able to attend one together. Tom goes to the carpet and takes some pictures before starting some interviews, Harry near him with his camera recording.

Nikki and Dom went inside after a bit and Y/N, Sam, and Paddy are standing on the side making sure they're not in the way of any pictures or anything. Sam and Paddy went to greet Harrison and Tuwaine who got there, Y/N staying back as the heels she's wearing are killing her so she's trying to move as little as possible.

"Hi." Y/N jumps at the voice behind her and turns to see a man. He seems to be around Tom's age behind her.

"Oh. Hi." She meekly greets. The smile on his face puts her off so she makes a small distance between them not wanting to seem super obvious that she's uncomfortable. "Uh... are you supposed to be on the carpet? You-- you don't look like an interviewer."

"I know. You're just really pretty." The guy says.

"Oh." Y/N nervously chuckles. "Thank you. I'm, uh... I should go find my brothers so, uh... see-- see you later."

Y/N starts to walk away, but the guy grabs her wrist tightly and yanks her back making her let out a small cry of pain.

"I wanna show you something." The guy says.

"Uh... yeah, sorry, but, uh... no-- no thanks. I-I'm good. Maybe, uh... maybe later." Y/N says as she tries to pry her arm out of his grip.

"It'll only take a minute." The guy says.

"No. Sorry." Y/N attempts to send him a polite smile, but her anxiety is skyrocketing and she feels her hands starting to shake.

Y/N tries to leave again, but the guy pulls her back and wraps an arm around her waist to drag her off.

"No. Get off me." Y/N tries to fight against him, but he's much stronger than she is and also at least a foot taller. "Get off." The guy tightly grabs her arms with one hand and forces her backwards, keeping his other hand on her hip in a painful grip to get her to move.

Y/N tries to think of how to hurt him, but her arms are trapped and kicking his shins haven't worked. Y/N lets out a loud scream, doing her best to be heard over the paparazzi and fans.

Her scream gets a few people's attention who are close by, but it also resonates in all of her brothers' ears at the familiar sounding shriek.

Tom's bodyguard realizes what's happening and quickly storms over as the guy tries to move away faster with Y/N. Tom and Harry are quickly behind the bodyguard while Sam, Paddy, Harrison, and Tuwaine rush over from where they were.

The bodyguard grabs at the guy, easily stopping him from getting any further with Y/N. The others do their best to get in the middle and grab Y/N from the guy who only tightens his grip on the girl making her finally let out a cry of pain.

Tom's bodyguard finally rips the guy away from Y/N and starts dragging him off.

"Hey, hey. Y/N." Tom puts his hand on Y/N's shoulder making the younger girl flinch.

"No. Please, don't." She cries, cowering away.

"Sorry. Sorry." Tom quickly retracts his hand. "It's okay. It's Tom. It's okay, it's just your brothers. Nobody harmful."

Y/N opens her eyes and all the boys take in her messy appearance. Her dress is fine, but her mascara is smeared from tears and her hair is slightly all over the place from the struggle.

Harry and Sam stand so the cameras can't see her.

"To... Tommy?" Y/N asks in a small voice it being quickly followed by a sniffle as she pants.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's Tommy. You're okay." Tom says softly. Y/N's breath is short and harsh and she starts sobbing. She closes the distance between her and Tom and starts sobbing into his chest, Tom wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"It's okay now. He's gone. It's okay." Tom quietly comforts, smoothing her hair down. "Why don't we get off the carpet?" He suggests and Y/N nods.

Tom leads Y/N to follow Sam who walks in front of them, leading the way to a more secluded area. Paddy walks behind Tom and Harry hands his camera to Harrison before following.

They get to a private area and Paddy grabs a chair and Tom helps Y/N sit in it.

"Are you okay?" Tom asks.

"Did he hurt you?" Harry asks.

"What happened?" Paddy asks.

"Guys, one question at a time." Sam chides seeing how overwhelmed Y/N was getting. He sits next to her chair, Tom sitting on the other side. "Stop standing. It's not an interrogation." He tells the other two.

"No, but I might be about to go beat somebody's ass." Harry growls.

"You're not doing anything. He's handled. Now sit down." Sam hisses.

Harry huffs, but sits down between Paddy and Tom.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks her.

"I... I guess." Y/N sniffs.

"Stupid question. Right. Sorry." Harry says.

"Did he hurt you?" Tom asks Harry's earlier question.

Y/N holds her hands out and the boys all look to find the growing bruises on her wrists.

"There might be a bruise on my hip, too. But that isn't exactly easy to show at the moment." Y/N says.

The four brothers feel rage overcome them at the sight of the bruises. Harry shoots up and starts storming off, but Tom quickly gets up and follows. He hurries in front of Harry, preventing his brother from going any further.

"Harry. Harry, stop." Tom orders, holding the younger one back.

"No. I'm gonna go fucking kill that guy." Harry seethes.

"Look, I wanna kill him, too." Tom quietly states, his eyes burning with anger. "I do, okay? I don't want him to get away with this. He's sick and he deserves jail or-or something." He says.

"But that isn't what she needs right now." Tom continues, his voice quieter and softer. "She needs us. She doesn't need to see us get arrested with that fucker. And then maybe later we can use a punching bag or something and pretend it's him. But he's gone now so there's nothing we can do about him. But we can reassure her that she's safe now."

"God, I just... I wanna fucking strangle him." Harry says, curling his hands into fists.

"I know. But she needs her big brothers. All four of 'em." Tom says.

Both of them look back at their three siblings and see Sam talking to Y/N while running a hand through her hair and Paddy is holding her hand. Harry takes a few deep breaths, feeling himself calm down somewhat.

"You good now?" Tom asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm... I'm calm or whatever." Harry says.

"Okay. Come on." Tom says, dragging him over and they sit back down in their previous spots.

"Do you wanna leave?" Sam asks Y/N.

"No. No, no, I wanna watch the movie. I'm not... I'm not gonna let him scare me into leaving." Y/N states.

"It's okay if you want to. You don't have to stay. We can all leave." Tom offers.

"No. No, I'm sure, I want to stay." Y/N says.

"Okay." Tom nods, giving her a reassuring smile.

"You wanna go fix your raccoon eyes?" Paddy asks, earning an elbow in the ribs from Sam. "Ow! I'm trying to make her laugh."

"So you talk about how she looks?" Harry whispers loudly.

"Okay, laugh or hit me or something. Long as it isn't crying." Paddy says.

Tom glances at Y/N who is smiling in amusement at the three.

"I don't... I don't really wanna be alone, so." Y/N says. "I'll just look raccoony for the night." She says, sending an amused look to Paddy who smiles back.

"You wanna just take your makeup off? Don't you carry around makeup wipes?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, sure." Y/N nods. Sam grabs her purse and goes through it until he finds the pack of makeup wipes. Sam gently wipes all the makeup off her face and finishes after a few minutes.

"You wanna go in now?" Tom asks and Y/N nods. The four brothers stand up and Harry helps Y/N up. "And tonight, you have your very own four personal bodyguards." Tom states, wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulders.

"Thanks." Y/N manages a small smile.

"Well, despite the petty arguments and teasing, we do love you." Harry states.

"I know. I love you guys, too." Y/N softly smiles.

Y/N stayed by at least one of her brothers throughout the rest of the night and when they got back to the hotel the five had a movie marathon and let her choose most of the movies until they all fell asleep.

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nixhtlite · 1 year

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Dominic Harrison (YUNGBLUD) x gn songwriter! reader

just one more line

I lay in bed I take my meds

I get up I strut I do what i’m told

For but an hour let me free

Let me see

What you hid from me

You wrote down in your notebook one of the verses to your new single “confinement” trying to find a nice strum with your guitar.

“B sharp…maybe C? Oh that sounds nice”

You strummed more and more until it eventually sounded acceptable, besides you were bound to find a better chord to fit that verse in due time. It wasn’t until you had put the guitar up on its stand nearby and footsteps filled the room. You of course can’t help but peek at who it is despite already knowing.

His soft steps against the fabric of the carpet almost made him unnoticed but you know when he makes himself known

“Hey love, how’s your single coming along?”

“It’s…okay? Can’t decide what i should focus on first, chords or lyrics.” You say, giving your notebook some emphasis as you put it in the air to show your boyfriend. Previous pages yielded your attempts to get the message you wanted across but they never seemed to strike exactly what you were looking for.

“Mind if I give it a look?” He said playfully shrugging a bit as he began to kneel down with you beside the couch. You opened your notebook once again to the page with the most potential, but of course that didn’t stop him from wanting to see your other attempts at lyrics as he breezed through past pages. “You already got the intro, two verses and a bit of the chorus already love, this’ll be amazing babe! I know it.”

His words never failed to bring you to a good mood, and his accent had a sort of soothing aspect whenever he spoke so kindly of your work. Only issue is that your time spent together will be short lived for tour for you starts in about a week, you’ll be in the states for a few shows as you move to Europe and finally end off with Southern America. So finalizing this song, along with making time to finish all the shows was going to be difficult.

You didn’t hesitate to show him what chords you accumulated over time, although making minor adjustments as you heard them out in the air another time. “That was so sick! I can’t wait to hear the finished piece.” You yet again merely placed the guitar next to the couch as it uses it as a stand before you take Dominic’s hand and pull him in for a kiss.

“Why’re you so sweet hm?”

“It’s you”

“Well stop, i’m swooning harder then ever” You playfully smiled as you both reciprocated little kisses to one another before deciding to grab your notebook and get some food in the meantime. The kitchen area was pretty nice, of course you knew the place would be temporary since you’re gonna be living on a tour bus soon but no matter. Although you didn’t notice just how dark it was considering how early it is, of course, daylight savings doing what it does best. 5 in the afternoon was practically pitch black, yet it’s time to start on dinner.

“What’re we feeling love? Want box? Or do you wanna see what we can do with whatever shit we got here?” You we’re already on the case, placing your notebook on the nearby island as you opened up the fridge…although not many ideas came to mind with the presented options.

You slowly closed the fridge as you stared at him. He stared back. “The verdict babe?” he said as you let the words float around for a bit “How do we feel about getting some shameless Chinese for tonight?” Of course it was an offer no one who liked the food could deny and Dominic was definitely one to enjoy some Chinese food whenever he can. “Want the usual stuff you get?” he said as you gave him your phone to order. “Yes please.” you spoke as you kissed his nose, he left the room while ordering to tend to bodily needs elsewhere.

You sat down at the island your notebook was laid on as you flipped to your current page, you just wanted to finish this song to focus on the chords. But you also want to get the correct sounds as you go along the way. So many choices, decisions, ideas that need to be addressed. You flipped to the next page as you began to write some faint ideas you had to continue without fully committing it.

Those familiar footsteps came onto the hardwood floor as he saw you writing many small verses in every open spot on the page you saw available, he swore you were going so fast that pen would run out of ink despite it being new. “Should be here soon alright?” Pages flipped back and fourth, comparisons being made to see which verse fit better. If it didn’t work another verse would be transcribed on another nearby spot of empty paper.

It was only then when his arm wrapped itself around your shoulder that you felt yourself become once again aware of your surroundings and the person with you

“Hey, don’t worry about giving every second to this song okay? I know it means a lot to you but don’t overdo it okay?” You felt slight guilt well up as well as a bit of embarrassment, you just had Yungblud. the Dominic Harrison snap you out of a little episode just because you wanted to finish up some lyrics. You closed your notebook as his presence fully engulfed you, you sat up as you held him with your arms and simply rocked side to side slightly.

“Sorry, with tour and finding time to finish this…it’s kinda been tough.” you spoke with slight defeat in your voice as you recall the events of what just transpired “It’s okay, I get that way with some of me songs too. You should see when Adam has to practically trick me out of the place just to get away from writing just one more line.” You think back to when you had witnessed the two boys having some kind of conversation about time management but never did you think you would be the one who needed that talk now.

“You two are a riot but…thanks, I needed that”

“Anything for my love”

“Thanks babe, really.”

#yungblud x reader #yungblud fic #yungblud x gn reader #x gn reader #yungblud #songwriter reader #Dominic Harrison #Dominic Harrison x reader #Dominic harrison x gn reader #dom harrison

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cottoncandydom · 2 years

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My First Post

Hello everyone! My name is Evie, or Clover. I go by she/her pronouns and I am pansexual.

I am a huge Yungblud fan and as a writer, I like incorporating things/people I love into my writing. I typically make texting images, oneshots, a few fanfictions and a lot of headcanons.

will be making a prompt list shortly, and I also want to say requests are open! Feel free to ask me anything as well. I do write for other people, but mostly Dom 🖤

I hope we can all get along and become friends. I can't wait to start writing!

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riverxxxo · 2 years

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Just like that ║ Steve Harrington

Parings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff to smut the back to fluff, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please) praise, language. Dom!Steve

Requested: no.

Rewritten and edited: July 15th.

Walking down the halls in school, you groan, your books heavy, as someone comes up from behind you snatching your books. It turns out it was no other than your boyfriend, Steve Harrison. You roll your eyes walking along "haha, real funny, Harrington. you could've got yourself punched, you know."

he would roll his eyes in response "uh huh.. Yeah, okay," you smirk as you get to your locker, opening it, Steve putting your books in, getting the others you needed for the next class. "Hey, doll, are you doing anything after school? Do you want to come over to my place? We can watch a movie.. Cuddle, anything you want really the parents aren't home.” You smile softly, kissing him, nodding, "id love that! I'll catch you later, okay, love?" he nods softly, smiling and waving at you. Nancy wheeler giving you a look rolling her eyes and turning back to her locker. She had always been jealous of you both because he asked you out instead of her. You'd sit in class for you don't even remember how long. It felt like hours. The bell rings, and thank God it was the day's last class. Walking outside, you see Steve leaning against his car, playing with a radio. Walking over to him, he smiles at you, showing it to you "look, I found it on the side of the dumpster, and it still works!" you love how excited he got when he found random shit. Smiling, you get in his car with him, Steve turning on his radio. One had on the wheel, the other on your hand as he drove you both back to his place, stopping to grab VHS copy of jaws on the way. Pulling into the driveway, you and Steve race to the door to see who could get there first; of course, it was him. Rolling your eyes, scoffing, "it's just because you have long legs."

Walking inside, Steve took off his jacket, hung it up, tossed the movie on the couch, and got a glass of water from the sink "it's hotter than a mother fucker out there," you'd laugh, nodding, getting a drink as well. Steve puts his glass on the back of the sink and walks over to the fridge warming up some fried chicken for you both that he bought last night. Both of you were pigs when it came to KFC. What can you say? It was good. Steve Cleaned the dishes, drying and putting them away. You walk over to the couch, getting it ready for the movie night tonight. He would smile as he walked upstairs to his room, putting the radio on his dresser next to the record player you helped him buy for his birthday. Smiling, watching him as you lean against the doorframe as he smiles, looking at you, proud to show you, "I think it looks good there, don't you think?" nodding softly, playing with the antenna of it, Steve standing behind you wrapping his hands around your waist. His head is sitting in the crook of your neck." I love you" you kiss his hand "I love you most, do you wanna play some music?" Steve nods, walking to his record player and putting on His billy Joel vinyl. You roll your eyes laughing at his song choice, looking at each other with love as you both start to slow dance, Steve humming along to the songs, his head on your shoulder. Swaying back and forth. He kisses your neck softly, his hands on your hips, dancing around his room, both of you smiling and laughing. It was the moments like this that you both cherished. And would cherish it forever. He would raise your chin with his finger kissing you lovingly as you both danced.

Smirking, he takes one of his baseball caps off his rack and sticks it backward on your head "oo, even sexier!" you both would laugh, falling back into the bed as you both stare at the ceiling, thinking about things. "You know we've known each other for year's man. It's sorta trippy to think about it." Steve said, his arms above his head. You nod softly, laughing with your hands on your stomach. "Funny how we grew up together, then your ass decided to catch feelings" you playfully punch his shoulder. Steve let out a fake whimper pouting and rubbing the spot "well, I couldn't help it! You did the same!" you smiled, kissing him, and he would reach over his hand on your cheek, rubbing it softly, kissing you back.

The kissing soon turned into a make-out session. Steve groaned, sucking on your bottom lip, his moans raspy because he was tired. "Are you sure you want to y/n?" You'd nod softly, kissing him, "always with you darling, forever you." Grabbing your ass, you'd be kissing Steve as you reach down, undoing his belt and taking his jeans off, Steve undoing the clasp of your bra, pulling it down your shoulders, kissing from your neck to your collarbone, to the curve of your breast. His hands ran up and down your sides, the sheet half-covering you. Smiling, you kiss him taking off his shirt, kissing his chest, kissing down to the band of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock springs out, hitting his stomach, letting out a quiet, raspy moan as you grab it, jerking him off "oh fuck yeah, suck it, please." you'd smirk living your lips “as you wish, dear.” licking a stripe up his shaft, taking him into your mouth gagging a bit at first from his size. Steve grabbed a fist full of your hair, moaning as you sucked him.

Hollowing your cheeks out, swirling your tongue around his cock just the way he liked it. "Oh yeah, I really like that. God, you look so pretty sucking my dick" you'd moan around his cock, sucking faster, your hands running up and down his sides. All the pretty sounds coming out of his mouth were like heaven. You'd look up at him, his head leaned back in the pillows, hair all messy. Taking him out of your mouth, a trail of saliva trailing from his tip to your lip as Steve pulls you on top of him, panting. "can I fuck you?" you'd nod as he holds himself ready as you sink down on his dick, whining as you did letting out a soft moan as you start rocking your hips back and forth, Steve helping you. His hands on your hips, helping you rock, letting out a groan. "fuck, just like that princess. You know how to make your boy feel good." you'd let out a blissful moan, your hands on his chest. Steve was biting your neck, wrapping his arms around you as he just Fucking pounds into you. You'd let out a scream of pleasure, "oh fuck, baby! Just like that, fuck me as your life depended on it!" the bed frame slamming off the wall, Steve flipping you both over so he was on top, wrapping your legs around his waist pushing deeper into you earning a gasp from you both followed by a moan. His face was contorted in pleasure, his hair a mess. He loved how tight you were, how it gripped his cock. Your fingertips digging into his shoulders, feeling every muscle that moved when he trusted, you felt so full with him in you, loving the way you made him feel and how he made you feel, it was complete bliss. You could never get enough. He would smirk as he tilts his hips just enough to slam into your sweet spot.

Earing a scream from you. He always loved how loud you were. Feeling you clench around him, kissing you hard and sloppily thrusting harder and deeper as you came around his cock moaning his name. Steve groaned, kissing your neck, nearing his end. His thrusts were getting sloppy, throbbing in you. His cock twitched, begging for release. You loved that Steve was vocal, especially when he was about to come, his cute little whimpers.

"I love you, baby. I'm going to cum.." His face buried in your shoulder, his thrust getting sloppy, his tip kissing your cervix as he lets out a quiet moan followed by a whimper and a sigh as he releases into you. His hair stuck to his forehead. He'd pull out and lay with you for a few minutes making sure you were okay as he got up, getting a towel to wipe you and him off with. Laying back down next to you. Pulling you to him, "I love you, y/n," you'd smile into the kiss, snuggling against him "I love you the most, Stevie." he'd smile, running his hand up and down your back. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he would ask nervously once again. He was always afraid of hitting you. You shake your head no, kissing his chest "no, love, you didn't hurt me. It felt amazing. I promise you, if you were hurting me, I would tell you to stop." he nods softly, smiling a bit closing his eyes snuggling against you, his record warped on the player playing warped music now because he decided to have his lamp shining down on in. Steve was getting up only in his boxers, cussing up a storm because it was all wavy now. All you could do was smile and laugh.

Ft the video because I feel like it fits with that scene

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wither-shadow · 9 months

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I write Character x Character, Character x Reader, and more I will answer any asks when I have time time/not in writers block

Also, this is an 18+ blog. I can not stop you from looking at my page. If you are younger, I just advise that you don't read my page. But I can not control you or what you read. But just be considerate on how I feel about you being a minor on my page. I will write fluffs and Angst for you if you request it, but I will **NEVER** write smut for a minor. It makes me super uncomfortable. Now that is out of the way. Here is what I will and will not write. (Also, if I add any problematic people, I do not support them. I will only post them because of a request or if I just feel like writing something about them. Example : If I write about Shlatt, that does not mean I support him or what he does in any way, I just wrote about him because of a request. Thank you for your time, and enjoy reading my writings, my little shadows ♡)

I will NEVER write for the kinks below

Piss kink

Scat kink/shit kink

Puke kink

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Under aged character smut

Age play

Gerontophilia

Gore kink

If I find more I'll add more

Kinks I will write

Daddy/mommy

Little space

Pet play

Master/Slave

CABT

Edging

Overstimulation

Bondage

Blindfold sex

Cock warming

Dom/Sub or Top/Bottom

Gagging (any kind)

Humiliation (to a degree)

Impact play

Mirror sex

Pain play

Temperature play

Breeding

Public sex/teasing

Hand Kink

Drug/alcohol induced sex

Stepcest

Non-con/Rape

I will add more in the future if I find more

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Creepypasta

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them. I will only write smut for Jeff, Ben, or any other -18 if they are aged up. No, I will not write smut for Sally or Lazari.)

Agedup!Jeff the killer (I will write anything)

Normal!Jeff the killer (no smut)

Preaccident!Jeff the killer (no smut unless aged up)

Agedup!Ben (I will write anything for this character)

Normal!Ben (No smut)

Eyeless Jack (I will write anything)

Lifeless Lucy (I will try my best to write for her probably no smut though)

Sally (Fluff only.)

Lazari (Fluff only.)

Ticci Toby (I will write anything for him, but I will struggle)

Bloody painter (I will write anything)

Jane the Killer (no smut, sorry)

Homicidal Liu (I will write anything)

Resident Evil

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)

Leon Kennedy (I will write anything)

Claire Redfield (I will write anything)

Ada Wong (I will write anything)

Luis Sera (I will write anything)

Albert Wesker (I will write anything)

Jill Valentine (I will write anything)

Chris Redfield (I will write anything)

Carlos Oliveria (I will write anything)

KNY/DS

( I'm no longer doing this one, sorry! Please check out the other fandoms I do. I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them.)

Avatar the last Airbender

(I take requests for characters as long as you tell me some of their traits so I can know more about them)

Agedup!Zuko (anything)

Agedup!Sokka (anything)

Agedup!Anng (anything but I don't like smut for this character)

Agedup!Azula (Anything I don't mind writing bottom for this character, but I don't like it either)

Agedup!Katara (anything)

Normal!Zuko (No smut)

Normal!Anng (No smut)

Normal!Sokka (No smut)

Normal!Azula (No smut)

Normal!Katara (No smut)

Mcyt

(I take requests for characters, I have no clue who to add to this one. Also, if anyone has boundaries for their character, please let me know. I do not know most of these people or their boundaries)

C!Wilbur soot (Any kind of Wilbur just no CC!, but please specify, I will write anything)

C!Tommy (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)

C!Dream (I will write anything)

C!Ranboo (I am only writing for his characters. Never the actual human being and probably no smut, but idk)

C!Tubbo (Same thing as Ranboo and Tommy)

C!Quackity (I will write anything)

C!Fundy (I will write anything)

C!Shlatt (I will write anything)

C!Philza (I will write fluff and angst you will always be his kid or like his kid)

C!BadBoyHalo (I will write anything)

C!Awesamdude (I will write anything)

C!Sapnap (I will write anything)

C!George (I will write anything)

Bursona's

Simpbur (I will write anything)

Argbur (mostly angst, but I will write smut and fluff)

Emobur/makeupbur (I will write any thing)

L'manbur (I will write anything)

Wanting to kiss him

Eating him out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Pogbur (I will write anything)

Virginbur (I will write smut or implied smut)

Ghostbur (I will write anything)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Phantombur (I will write anything)

Ycgmabur (I will write anything)

Revbur (I will write anything)

Pegging

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Pogbur (I will write anything)

Eating the burs out (Trans!Character x GN!Reader)

Trying to take care of him but he takes control

Softbur (I will write anything)

The Evil Within game one and two

Sebastian Castellanos (I will write anything)

Joseph oda (I will write anything)

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik (I won't do anything with gore for this character, I know it's his thing but gore makes me feel icky other than that anything for this character)

🌧️"Run or I will kill you" Ruvik x GN!Reader

Part One

Part Two

I will take requests for characters for this category

Helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel

Blitzo (I will write angst for this character)

Asmodeus (I will write anything for this character)

Alastor (I will write anything for this character)

Lucifer (I will write anything for this character)

Charlie (I will write Comfort, angst, fluff, platonic for this character)

Lute (I will write Angst and fluff for this character)

Adam (I will write anything for this character)

Stolas (I will write anything for this character)

Husk (I will write anything for this character)

Angeldust (I will write angst and fluff. [Boy doesn't need more smut trauma] for this character)

Vox (I will write anything for this character)

I write head canons and situations. But you need to be specific about it if you want good results

Fluffs will be marked with ❤️‍🩹

Angst will be marked with 🌧

Smuts will be marked with 🔥

Head Canons will be marked with 💭

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to your favorite writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you soooooo much for asking, @wint3r-h3art. I'm always excited to share my creations (even when they're WIPs, languishing for updates😏). In no particular order:

'Friday in the Park with Stephen' - Stephen Strange x Hope Collins (OFC); fluff and delicious longing; extra special love for his beautiful, damaged hands

Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight - (WIP) Stephen Strange x Teyla of Hadeeth (OFC); from mentor/student to friends and then lovers; pining, angst, love, passion, lust, deflowering, smut; my Stephen Strange opus

A Khan By Any Other Name - (WIP) John Harrison (aka Khan Noonien Singh) x Seraphina DiPietro (OFC); abduction, danger, unwilling attraction, angst, passion, lust, smut

She Wore Gardenias In Her Hair - (WIP) Stephen Strange x Female Reader; inspired by ArmaniStrange and the wedding in MoM; a love story told through a series of flashbacks upon their wedding day; romance, love, passion, lust, smut

Scarlett and the Professor - (WIP) original characters, professor and student/older man and younger woman; forbidden affair, a innocent young woman's erotic education; supernatural elements from myth and magic; passion, lust, smut, traces of dom & sub; a dark soul falling in love with a creature of the light; Benedict Cumberbatch as face claim for the Professor

#my writing #romance #love #passion #smut #'Friday in the Park with Stephen'#Of Magic Miracles and Moonlight #A Khan By Any Other Name #She Wore Gardenias In Her Hair #Scarlett and the Professor #Stephen Strange #Strangebatch #my eternal muse #Khan Noonien Singh #Khanbatch #my dark magnificent prince #Benedict Cumberbatch #my muse #my constant muse

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meetmeinthefamilyvideo · 2 years

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Una vez, y otra vez y otra vez.

Tom Holland x Hispanic!reader

Summary: Tom thinks people speaking Spanish is sexy, what happens when his best friend sings to him in Spanish.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!!!, a lot of swearing, a little bit of dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (no glove no love! Wear condoms), hints of dom!tom and bratty!reader, bad writing?

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: this wasn’t requested and is fully self indulgent as I was singing this song the other day and pictured. Enjoy x.

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Tom didn’t understand Spanish very well.

He could kinda comprehend the basics: ‘hola’, ‘muchas gracias’, ‘como estas’ and he loves pronouncing countries and cities. But conversational Spanish? Fuck no. He has always had a curiosity with the language and it’s many changes depending on the region you’re from making the prospect of understanding it completely seem impossible but nevertheless the interest is still there; in recent years it has only grown because of one reason only. You.

Having a Hispanic roommate/best friend drives him crazy for a few reasons: it makes him use google translate daily (which doesn’t work very well since he doesn’t know how to write the things you’re saying) and your accent when speaking spanish makes him want to die inside. The person who said that everything sounds hotter in spanish was hearing you speak when they came to that conclusion. The first time he heard you speaking to yourself in spanish you were yelling at a car who ran over a puddle and splashed dirty street water at you, you said “¡Hijo de puta! ¿No vez que me ensuciaste?” Son of a bitch! Can’t you see you got me all dirty? and Tom got boner from it.

You don’t do it super often since your mates don’t speak the language, but all of them catch you sometimes while you’re concentrated on something.

“Donde mierda está mi sacapuntas” where the fuck is my sharpener.

“Ok y/n concéntrate, tenemos que terminar esto hoy” concentrate, we have to finish this today y/n.

“Tengo un hambre que parecen dos” I’m so hungry.

Tom’s favorite sound in this world is you singing in spanish, he could watch you singing for hours and stay mesmerized at your beauty and the sweet melody you create. Which is were we are currently.

Today you have been having a lazy day with your friends and listening to each other’s music to “broaden each other’s horizons” definitely not because Tom wanted to listen to your voice and you decided to show them one of your favorite artists Manuel Medrano, so you put on a song and started singing. Everyone was having a chill time listening to it while making small talk but Tom was paying close attention to you, taking notice of this you take his hand and start singing and dancing with his hands on your waist and yours on his neck.

“Y siento que estaría bien

Besarnos una vez y otra vez

Hacer el amor por siempre una y otra vez

Tocarnos una vez y otra vez

Sentir tu piel contra la mía

Una vez

Y otra vez

Y otra vez…”

You sang while looking only at him, you held each other like there was nothing else in the room. There was this electricity enveloping both of you and pushing you closer and closer until your friends erupting in claps and cheers and both of you were taken out of your bubble.

“You’ve got such a nice voice y/n!” Harrison exclaimed.

“Thank you Haz” you blushed as you got away from Tom and started walking towards the couch were you stayed the rest of the afternoon.

Tom was flabbergasted to say the least, you looked at him like he was the only person in the world and sang like your wanted to say something, what did you say? He needed to find out what the song means because it will haunt him if he doesn’t. it sounded like a love song, was is a love song for him?

“Hey y/n what’s the name of that song? It’s really good” Tom asked sheepishly.

“It’s called ‘una y otra vez’ by Manuel Medrano, I added it to the house playlist” you answered, “it means again and again”.

As soon as everyone headed to their rooms Tom ran to his computer and looked for a translation for the song.

“I feel like it would be nice

Kiss each other once and again

Make love forever again and again

Touch each other again and again

Feel your skin against mine

Once

And again

And again”.

What in the fresh fuck? You said all of those things to him? You want to kiss him and touch him and MAKE LOVE to HIM?! And you said it in the sexiest way possible? Tom feels like he is going to faint and pinches himself because this feels like a dream. He is freaking out because maybe his best friend likes him back but what if he’s reading to much into it? There are so many things on his head right now and he’s also horny as hell, with all of this uncertainty around him the only thing that makes him be able to sleep is jerking off to the memory of your voice. Which he did.

The next morning the rest of your roommates left for different things (meeting with family, dates, work, etc) so you and Tom had the house to yourselves all day which sucked for you since you wanted to avoid him after your moment yesterday. You knew there was no way he understood you but you kinda sorta admitted to your best friend that you liked him and it was nerve wracking, part of you wishes he looked the lyrics up or asked you what the song was about so he could make a move. What you didn’t know is that that’s exactly what he did. You guys had breakfast and spent the morning like always until he asked the dreaded question.

“Darling, what was last night’s song about?”

“Um well, basically it’s like someone talking to their significant other all the things they should do forever.” You smiled nervously looking at your fingers.

You sound nervous, he knows the things the song says and it gives him hope that maybe your performanceof the song was also an admission of feelings. He smirked.

“It sounds sweet, love. Were you singing it to me though? I felt very much serenaded” his words made you blush.

One thing about Tom is that when he gets reassurance that he’s right about a hunch he has, he gets cocky. Safe to say he’s much more confident than before know that he senses you feel the same.

You laughed ashamed, “in a good way or a creepy way?”.

“Oh it was really special darling, I very much enjoyed it. I just don’t know if you mean what you were saying” he took your hand as he told you this.

You nodded shyly, “maybe I did?”. He got closer to you.

“I’ll let you in on little secret babe, I looked up the lyrics in English” he told you, “and I’d love to do all of it, in any language. I really like you y/n”.

You were shocked at his confession, but are glad you are finally able to ask this:

“Tommy, will you kiss me?” You bit your lip.

“No se que dices, chica linda” I don’t know what you said, pretty girl. He wanted you to say it in Spanish, that little shit.

“Bésame, Tom.” Kiss me.

When your lips met it felt like an explosion, your feelings for the other being transferred to the other with every touch. You cupped his cheeks to deepen the kiss and straddled him in the couch, this made Tom feral. He had all these feelings and fantasies about you and they were coming through, he is going to savor every second of this. His hands roamed your body until he reached your ass and gave each cheek a squeeze, making you let out the sweetest moan he’s ever heard and prompting you to pull his hair which made him groan.

“Let’s go to my room, babe?” He asks between kisses.

“Let’s go, guapo.” You winked at him, he ran to his room with you in his arms.

He shuts the door and pushes your body against it, “if you call me that again I think I’ll cum in my pants, darling” he whispers against your ear and tugs at the lobe.

“¿Te gusta que te diga guapo?” You like it when I call you handsome? You purr at him, leaving little pecks on his neck. Enjoying the effects your voice has on him.

“I have no idea what you said but I need to fuck you so bad baby” he lays you on the bed and climbs on top of you.

“¿Ya?” Now? “you want to skip all the fun?” You pouted at him.

You rolled of the bed and started to take your clothes off painfully slow, taunting him. Igniting a fire in him, you were being a little bratty and he wants to let you have your moment but he will take control and have his way with you before he explodes. He takes a hint and undresses himself a little to quickly, making you feel like you have him in the palm of your hand.

You both are in awe of each other’s bodies, even more beautiful and sexy than you expected. You take the first step, straddling him on the bed and kissing him hard. You start leaving a trail of kisses down his body until you reach his hard cock. You look into Tom’s eyes as you take him in your mouth, seeing how his eyes roll to the back of his head and he groans so deliciously that you feel yourself getting wetter.

“Fuck, baby you’re so good at that” he says as you bob your head up and down on him.

He puts a hand in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he moans and whispers praises that make you sneak a hand to start stimulating your clit. You put your weight on your elbow as your free hand massages his balls at the same rhythm you’re sucking his dick. It’s such a sight, your eyes doey and innocent and your mouth taking his cock as far as it can, leaving a trail of spit on your cheek and his pelvis. You pick up your pace and Tom is feeling euphoric until he notices that you’re touching yourself. He laughs darkly.

“Darling, are you touching yourself?” You tense up, feeling like you did something bad. You raise the hand that was on you and start stroking him as you suck to distract him.

“Oi, fuck, I asked you a question y/n” he says in a stern tone.

“Maybe?” You say lowly. He grabs your hands and pulls you up to face him. He takes said hand and sees your slick on your middle finger, he takes it and sucks it seductively.

“You taste amazing darling, you wanted to hide how sweet this pussy is? We can’t have that” he flips you over so he’s on top and he sucks on one of your nipples.

As he’s sucking and biting one nipple he dips a finger inside you to take some of your wetness and smears it on your other nipple. He switches the attention to the other nipple while pinching and playing with the previous one, he did this for a bit until he lowers himself to face your pussy and he fans his breath in it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did I do this to you?” You whimper a small yes, “poor baby, you’re clenching around nothing, do you want me to touch you baby? All of this is for me?” He taunts you while touching around your pelvic area avoiding your pussy.

“Fuck, Tom baby please do something!” You’re whining at this point, raising your hips to meet his face.

“Do you want me to play with my pussy?” You nod, getting wetter from him claiming your pussy as his.

He doesn’t say anything else, he sticks his tongue inside you lapping up all of your wetness. You’re seeing stars at this point, grabbing his hair and moaning freely. He moves his mouth to focus on your clit, sucking it and pinching it with his fingers.

“¡Mierrrrda!” Shit he kept sucking at your clit and slid a finger inside you. He ate you out and fingered you simultaneously.

“Baby I’m gonna cum, can I cum?” You pant, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Go ahead Babygirl, cum for me” he resumes his attack on your pussy until he feels your clench on him and moan so loudly you signal that you came. He comes up and kisses you, making you taste yourself.

“Cojeme, Tom, hazme el amor” fuck me, make love to me you say against his lips.

“I would love to y/n.” He lines himself up with you, “wait, I don’t have condoms” he curses himself.

“I’m on the pill babe” you tell him and you raise a leg to lay on his shoulder, “now fuck me”.

“I didn’t know you were so flexib-ohh” he groans as he bottoms out.

He stays still for a second and then he starts thrusting, the sounds of skin slapping skin and a mix of your moans fills the room. He holds onto the leg that is in his shoulder and he carefully lowers it and himself so he can kiss you while he fucks you as hard as he can. You stay like that for a bit until you stop him and get on your knees on the bed, wiggling your ass for him to fuck you from behind.

“You dirty girl, you want me to look at your ass as I fuck my pussy?” He gasps as he slaps your ass cheek “well I’m nothing but a people pleaser” he enters you from behind.

In this position he’s able to move way faster than before, and you’re able to grind against him. Making you both feel more pleasure than before. He snakes a a finger to circle your clit and help you get ready to cum, he was getting close too.

“I’m gonna cum Tommy, fuck cum with me baby” you pant as you grind harder against him.

“I’m right there with ya honey, let go for me” he thrusts faster until you both reach your highs.

You stay in that position for a second and then you both fall into the bed, tired from your activities. After a few minutes he helps you to the bathroom to pee and clean up a little, he puts on his boxers and he dresses you on a shirt of his and your panties since you’re a little sore.

You both lay in his bed embracing each other while you decide what to eat for dinner and to watch a movie. You stay snuggled up until you hear the bell assuming the food got delivered and Tom went to open the door believing the delivery guy left the food on the floor as they usually do. Instead of this he greets Harrison with the bag of food.

“Hey man, forgot my keys, the delivery man told me he was going to our apartment so I took the food to spare him coming up here, why are you only wearing boxers?!” Haz notices his almost naked friend.

“Mm, well” he starts to think of an excuse-.

“Tommy is the food here?” You appear from his room limping. Tom blushes.

Harrison laughs “well that explains it, fucking finally! Night mates” he says and walks into his room like he didn’t see his friends clearly post-sex.

You both look at each other in shock but burst out laughing at the encounter. Tom walks to you with the food and drinks and kisses you softly.

“Te amo” he tells you, you laugh at his pronunciation.

“Yo también te amo”.

#Spotify #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland fluff #this sucks i’m sorry #tom holland fanfiction #Tom holland x hispanic!reader

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