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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

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Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

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[multifandomfix]

Imagine Fiona luring you into a mirror maze.

New Orleans was alight with parties and celebrations galore for the Mardi Gras season and Fiona was itching to escape the academy. When she heard you and the other young witches were headed off to a mirror maze, a plan formed in her mind.

The girls paired up and went in together to wind their way through the maze, and when you were left partnerless, Fiona made her move out of the shadows.

“I’ll go. It’s been ages since I’ve participated in one of these.” You were loathe to admit that she’d startled you, but the way you jumped probably gave it away anyway.

“Fiona, I couldn’t ask you to—”

“You didn’t. I offered.” So into the maze you went. Fiona knew this maze well. It never changed year after year, and she had gone through it a great deal in those years. She knew all its tricks.

So, when you landed in a small room, mirrors surrounding you at all angles except the way you’d come, it was only you that was surprised. When you went to turn back, Fiona grabbed your wrist.

Before you could question her intent, she had already pulled you in. Your breath hitched as she pressed your body to hers and she held a finger under your chin so you couldn’t look away from her powerful, lust filled eyes. As many times as you’d dreamt about it, you never thought Fiona would look at you that way.

She moved in slowly, as if deliberately drawing out the moment, and when her lips finally touched yours, your faces reflected back at you from all around the room, you folded in on yourself, Fiona being the only thing holding you upright. Mardi Gras was easily moving up to number one on your favorite holidays.

For anon

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[cabensonsgirly]

Danger — burning higher

Where there's desire

There is fire

And it's hot. (18+)

It's here, bitches.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Getting caught- Fiona Goode

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎

Suddenly the door swung open, you blushing a deep lobster red, knowing fully well that you'd been caught. Fiona didn't seem to mind to say the least, but by the way Cordelia had just looked at you up and down made you want to shrink back and hide. ''Your lipstick is smudged all over her face,'' Cordelia accused, obviously not pleased with what she had just found.

''Well I didn't hear hear complaint,'' Fiona shot back, pushing past and making her way inside

''it's not like she could talk with your tongue down her throat'' Cordelia mumbled to herself

''I honestly don't understand what you see in her,'' Cordelia whispered shaking her head before allowing you inside

''Heard that'' Fiona yelled from somewhere inside the house causing you to giggle.

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[coentinim]

Mommy Fiona manipulating you

Cw: suggestive, short

You're Cordelia's friend from the academy, and when Fiona arrives to teach the girls how to perform telekinesis, you are instantly enamored by her. She eminates a dark, twisting and horrifying power, yet drawing you in nonetheless. With your gift of sensing people's auras, energies and intentions, you think your mind is impenetrable.

Oh, how wrong you were. You had no idea how adorable she found you, such a cute little girl, aren't you? The Supreme had enough power to mask her intention, you didn't have to worry your pretty little head about her grand plans, after all.

At first, you found yourself trying your hardest when Fiona was around, giving every spell and every test your everything. That urge to please the woman was unexplainable, yet you couldn't stop searching for her approval. It was her favourite technique - giving praise scarcely and chastising you often, making you more and more desperate to please.

After weeks of this treatment, she finally invites you out. You're bubbling with excitement - the Supreme wishes to have a meal with you! You've taken great care of your appearance (though you're not sure why). And you had a great time with mrs. Goode! You drank white wine and talked for hours. Alcohol made your gift practically turn off, so you had no idea that she spat into one of your glasses, and when you drank it, you were all hers. Her mind control took you in, you felt a warm embrace - was it real or just a dream?

Oh, you were like putty in her hands now! A drunk, brainwashed toy for her to do with as she pleases.

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[aecassie]

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 "𝑧𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛" 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘈, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺/𝘯.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝑦𝑒𝑝, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑑. 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚, 𝑖𝑓 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝒦𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑎𝑣 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠!

𝚈/𝙽 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙷/𝙲 = 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛!𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𓂂 ˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🦷 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ ˖👥 빨 : 🪡 간 . 색✺ · 𓈒 ꕊ🦴. ⁺ ˳ ✢ ̥ৎ୭ ॱ 🌇ꊞ₊ . ྀྀ‎⠀◌

Você tinha se mudado para academia faz 5 meses. Era uma bruxa, jovem mas talentosa.

Seus poderes são vários: Telepatia, regeneração, cura, telecinese, manipulação mental, manipulação de ambiente e manipulação do fogo. Você era a única bruxa da academia capaz de manipular totalmente um elemento da natureza, o fogo, é claro.

Resumindo, você é consideravelmente poderosa.

Seu principal poder (o que você mais usa) é a Telepatia, e o modo como funciona em você é digamos "inusitado". Você consegue ler a mente de qualquer pessoa se colocar a palma de sua mão levemente na cabeça dela. Também consegue tranquilizá-la, fechando os olhos e passando sua magia branca a ela.

No seu segundo dia na academia, você foi a uma festa de fraternidade (as quais você odeia) com Madison, onde em decorrência de vários eventos, ela capotou um ônibus. O problema era que, seu melhor amigo, Kyle Spencer estava lá dentro. E ele acabou morrendo, mesmo não tendo feito nada.

Você então foi ao necrotério junto com Madison, juntou as partes do corpo dele e de outros garotos e o "ressuscitou". Bom, "ressuscitou", porque Madison desistiu no meio do processo, você teve que fazer o resto e Kyle acordou como um Frankestein irritado, que matou um dos guardas do local.

Seu poder acabou por chamar Misty, que cuidou dele.

Você o levou para a academia, Madison ficou por alguns dias querendo "dividir ele" com você, mas quando ela se cansou dele, deixou pra lá. Desde então, você têm cuidado de Kyle, literalmente. Você leva comida pra ele, o ajuda a vestir as roupas, dá desenhos para ele colorir, o coloca pra dormir e muito mais. Meio que ninguém liga pra Kyle, sempre o deixam de escanteio, exceto você e as vezes, Zoe.

Fiona encontrou a suposta mãe de Kyle, e te disse para "se livrar do garoto rapidamente". Cordelia te aconselhou a "levá-lo para onde não deveria ter saído, para o lar dele".

Lá estava você, sem escolha, arrumando as duas camisetas e 2 calças que Kyle tinha. Ele te olhava confuso, sentado na ponta de sua cama.

"R-roupas? P-p-por q-que?" -- Kyle te pergunta e te olha inocentemente, o que te quebrou. -- "Você vai saber, Ky."

Roupas dobradas, você e Kyle foram ao seu carro, em direção a casa da mãe dele. Olhando para o lado, você viu Kyle observando fascinado as árvores que passavam por fora da janela. "O que eu faço?" Você se perguntou pensando na dor de simplesmente deixar Kyle lá, como se ele fosse um objeto que você usou e não quer mais.

Não era assim. Você não queria que fosse assim.

Você pensou em dar meia volta e ficar com ele, como o prometeu.

Mas era a mãe dele, e você melhor do que qualquer um sabia como era ruim não ter a própria mãe por perto.

Você estacionou o carro, saiu e foi até o banco traseiro, onde Kyle se encontrava. Quando ele olhou e viu a fachada da casa, começou a se encolher, e quanto mais você tentava o tirar do carro, mais ele grunhia.

"O que há de errado, Kyle? É sua casa, precisamos ir. Sua mãe está desesperada." -- Foi em vão.

Por volta de 4 ou 5 minutos depois, você conseguiu o tirar de dentro do veículo. Você o levou até a porta da casa, mas ficou lá, esperando pela mãe dele. O rosto da mulher se revelou no momento em que ela abriu a porta. Ela estendeu os braços, tentando abraçar Kyle, mas ele se agarrou a sua cintura como uma criança pequena.

"NÃO!" -- Kyle gritou, te assustando. A mãe de Kyle então, te pediu para entregá-la o menino, e assim você tentou fazer. -- "NÃO!!" -- Kyle gritou mais forte, e foi nessa hora em que você percebeu que algo não estava certo. -- "Ky, é sua mãe. Está tudo bem, eu posso vir te visitar." -- Você o disse calmamente, mas a medida em que as palavras saiam de seus lábios, ele parecia se desesperar mais. -- "F-ficar." -- Kyle disse e você o olha confusa. -- "C-com v-v-você." -- Kyle já estava chorando. -- "Kyle, não posso te deixar longe de sua própria mãe" -- Você explicou e sentiu o aperto em sua cintura se intensificar. -- "Isso Kyle, escute o que ela disse. Se lembra de mim? Sou sua mamãe, meu bom garoto." -- Meu bom garoto. Assim que Kyle ouviu aquelas palavras ele pareceu perder a cabeça. -- "NÃO! V-VOCÊ NÃO! S/N!" -- Ele disse furioso, te abraçando tão forte que você pensou que se ele te soltasse você cairia.

Você levantou a cabeça e o olhou no fundo dos olhos. -- "Kyle, o que houve?" -- Ele apenas pegou sua mão direita e pressionou sua palma sobre a testa dele. Você entendeu o que ele queria dizer. -- "Quer que eu descubra o que está pensando?" -- Ele assentiu. A mãe de Kyle te olhava confusa.

Você fechou os olhos e foi aí que viu. Viu tudo o que Kyle passou.

Flashbacks dos gritos dele, do desespero dele.

Você não conseguiu identificar com clareza quem era a mulher em cima dele, mas aí, você se forçou a ver.

Ela. A própria mãe de Kyle.

Lágrimas escorriam pelos seu olhos quando retirou a mão do rosto do garoto. Toda a sua tristeza se transformou em ódio, em questão de segundos. Os flashbacks de Kyle não foram os únicos que vieram em sua mente. Os seus também. Ninguém nunca soube, ninguém além de sua mãe. Quando você tinha 7 anos passou pela mesma situação, mas com seu tio. "Tio John" era como o chamava. Aquilo acabou com sua vida.

Você começou a chorar, mas juntou toda sua força e desferiu um tapa no lado esquerdo da face da mulher, que tentou revidar, porém antes que pudesse, foi arremessada para uma parede de concreto. Sua telecinese ainda estava se desenvolvendo, mas era consideravelmente boa.

Você iria atrás dela, mas escutou o choro baixinho de Kyle. -- "E-eu v-vou f-f-ficar com v-você?" -- Kyle perguntou -- "Sim Ky, você vai. Não me importo com a Fiona, eu dou um jeito." -- Você passa delicadamente as mãos sobre o rosto de Kyle e o abraça, o deixando molhar seu ombro com lágrimas. Vocês dois foram até seu carro, entraram e se olharam. -- "Vai demorar um pouco até Fiona te aceitar lá. Não é melhor você ir morar com Misty?" -- Ele balança a cabeça freneticamente. -- "E-eu n-não me i-i-importo c-com o q-quan-to i-isso d-d-demore, e-enquanto e-e-eu e-estiver c-com v-você, e-eu e-e-estou s-se-seguro." -- Kyle te olhou. Ele sorriu quando disse isso, e cara, ele sorriu tão inocentemente. Você facilmente o descreveria como um anjinho indefeso. Um anjinho indefeso que precisava de você, de seu amor, de seu carinho e de sua proteção.

E você se certificaria de garantir tudo isso para ele.

Sem nem sentir, pequenas lágrimas desceram pelas suas bochechas rosadas. Você meio que se sentiu "especial" para alguém por um momento. Você finalmente poderia ajudar alguém, dar o amor que nunca recebeu. Sorrindo de lábios cerrados, você colocou sua mão em cima da mão de Kyle, que abaixou a cabeça e te olhou novamente, os olhinhos brilhando. -- "Acho uma boa ideia passarmos no Starbucks primeiro, não acha?" -- Kyle sorri em resposta, você se vira para agarrar o volante e vai em direção à cafeteria. Você pegou o cardápio de cafés e mostrou a Kyle, ele apontou para o café com leite coberto com chantilly. Sempre foi o favorito dele, desde antes de sua morte. Você escolheu um Frappuccino com base de café, o melhor em sua humilde opinião. Saindo do local com 2 copos nas mãos, você entregou um deles para Kyle, que te esperava sentado em um dos bancos de madeira. Kyle sorriu e tentou tomar o café, derrubando um pouco, mas a bagunça foi logo limpada por você, com a ajuda de um lencinho que você pegou já prevendo um possível acidente.

Após tomarem suas bebidas, vocês resolveram voltar para a academia.

"Ai meu Deus, se aquela velha descobrir que ele voltou, ela te mata!" -- Madison diz ironicamente e você apenas revira os olhos e o leva até a sala principal. -- "Ué, ele não ia embora?" -- Queenie pergunta confusa apontando para Kyle. -- "Sim, mas não vai mais." -- Você sorri de leve e quando tenta prosseguir seu caminho com Kyle, é parada pelas vozes de Cordelia e... Fiona.

"Eu te disse, Fiona" -- O tom de Cordelia parecia divertido. -- "Jesus Cristo, o que raios preciso fazer ou dizer para fazer vocês começarem a me obedecer?!" -- Fiona te lança do outro lado do cômodo e Kyle rapidamente corre até você. Sorte sua que, de tanto levar essas "rasteiras" da mulher, nem doía mais. -- "S/n?" -- Kyle coloca as mãos em seu rosto, analisando cada detalhe seu. -- "Eu estou bem, Ky, está tudo bem." -- Fiona revira os olhos e acende um cigarro. -- "Certo, fique com o garoto, mas cuide dele. Não sou babá de ninguém." -- A voz de Fiona já não era tão próxima, estava no corredor. Kyle te olhou preocupado, mas pareceu se tranquilizar quando você o lançou um sorriso reconfortante, mesmo estando meio tonta. -- "Vamos?" -- Você pergunta a Kyle que concorda e pega na sua mão te ajudando a levantar. Vocês dois vão até o quarto compartilhado e se deitam juntos. Ele aconchega o rosto na curva de seu pescoço e se agarra a sua cintura. Você puxa um cobertor por cima de vocês, o favorito dele. -- "M-música?" -- Kyle te olhou como um cachorrinho pidão e você sorriu, sabendo que ele queria que você cantasse para ele, o que definitivamente o acalmava e o fazia dormir. Você começou a fazer carinho, bagunçando levemente os fios loiros do garoto, que sorriu e abaixou os olhos. Uma bela melodia saía de seus lábios, em específico, uma de um dos filmes da Disney, intitulada "Brilha linda flor". Para qualquer um, aquilo seria estúpido. Mas para você e ele, era reconfortante. Sua voz fina e relaxante soando, as batidas do coração de Kyle se acalmando e o aperto em seu peito indo embora. Olhando detalhadamente, percebeu Kyle adormecido. Você sorriu e o abraçou por completo, beijando o topo de seus cabelos loiros desgrenhados e adormecendo junto a ele depois.

"Ninguém nunca mais vai te machucar, Ky."

Essa era sua promessa a partir daquele dia. E você não iria quebrá-la.

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[bozzowl]

Hello, Could I get a Scarab x reader where the reader is bedridden? Im currently not doing good and a fic of The Blorbo™ could help cheer me up a bit

Scarab X Reader here ya goo! :3

You are at home, laying down on the couch. You haven't been feeling well, so you decided to stay in today. You live alone, so you've had to take care of things yourself. that is, until you heard a knock at your door.

You get up groggily, your body aching as you slowly make your way to the door. You groan, "I'm coming!". you were so sick, you were still in your pajamas as you opened the door. Scarab was checking his crystal before he glanced up to see you. His eyes widen, "YN, are you alright?". he put his crystal away into his carapace and places his hand onto your forehead, "you feel warm...". you look at him tiredly then sigh, " I'm alright... just haven't been feeling well...". Scarab looked you up and down before coming closer to you, his hands on your shoulders as he looked you in the eyes. He was concerned, "have you eaten?". Your stomach answered for you with a low growl. You couldn't hold anything down since breakfast.

In a single swoop, Scarab then scooped you up bridal style and held you for a moment. He closed the door and carried you to your room, "you poor thing, you should rest...". This was unexpected, who would have known that the Scarab would be so... caring? He carefully laid you on your bed, then covered you up. He checked your temperature once more and smelled your breathe. He could tell you had been throwing up by the smell, "you need a bowl... stay here". Bewildered by his actions, you asked him "wait, what are you doing? aren't you usually here for something else?". He tilted his head as he looked at you, "Well, I was here because you failed to show up for work this morning... you are not in trouble or anything, I just... thought I'd check up on you since Orbo mentioned that you had called out for the day" He turned to head out your bedroom door then turned his head to look at you, " Since you're unwell and live alone... I figured you needed care". He heads to the kitchen, you can hear the cabinets opening and closing. The sound of pots and pans being moved about as he looked for a large bowl. You lay there, still hungry yet feeling a sense of warmth from his actions.

Scarab returns with the bowl and hands it to you with a towel, "do you think you can hold anything down?". You take the bowl, your stomach feeling slightly better as you think. You nod, holding the bowl close as you curl up. Scarab asks you one more question before leaving, "are you allergic to anything?". He wanted to make sure that whatever he made did not cause you any more problems than you already had. If you had any food allergies, he would avoid those for you. After you gave your answer, he leave the room again. You can hear him humming as he cooked for you. The smell reached your room and it was soo good! You could hear a tea kettle going off too (if you don't own one, he brought one).

After a while, you hear his footsteps as he approached your room. Both sets of arms held food and drinks for you. He brought you some good soup and crackers because its easy on an upset stomach. He handed you your food, before setting a bottle of water on the nightstand beside you. The soup tasted amazing and warm, filling up your empty stomach. After you finished the warm homecooked meal, he held up a cup of hot, herbal tea to help you get better. As you take the cup of tea he tells you, "I used some specials herbs to help speed up your recovery, now drink up". He cared about you, and even sat by your side as he read your favorite stories to you. This went on for a few days until you were all better. He would only do this for you.

I hope you feel better! :D

#bugdaddy #fanfics #fiona and cake #adventure time art #the scarab #scarab the god auditor #scarab x reader #scarab fionna and cake #GOOD SOUP

[marchtomydrums]

Why Don’t You Like Me?

Cordelia Goode x  Wilhemina Venable x Fiona Goode x Reader (Daughter/Granddaughter)

Your mother has been dating Wilhemina Venable for the last eight months. At least that's what your mommy said. You were only six so none of that made sense to you anyway. While you liked Mina you also feared her. She was tall and demanded the room. She had bright red hair and she walked with a cane.

You liked her cane you thought it was cool. But she never lets you play with it. That's dumb. Not only that but she rarely spent time with you unless Cordelia was around. But unfortunately, your mother was going to be gone for the next two days. Leaving you in the custody of Fiona and Mina. Your Auntie Myrtle went with your mother to New York to find a young witch.

The first night was hard without your mother. Fiona didn't do half of your bed routine claiming it was for babies and Mina was nowhere to be found. You sighed to yourself as you sat on the swing outside enjoying the last few hours of sun. Silently tears fall from your cheeks as you wish for your mother's comfort.

“Why are you crying child?” Fiona asked as she sat next to you lighting a cigarette.

“I miss mommy.” you cried.

“Oh now dry your eyes. She'll be home tomorrow.”

You sighed as you wiped away your tears.

“Fiona,” you called out to the older woman.

Fiona sighs rolling her eyes “Yes, child? What is it?”

“Why doesn't Mina like me? She likes mommy and mommy likes her and mommy likes me so why doesn't Mina like me?”

“Why do you care if that mortal likes you or not?”

You shrugged your shoulders as your head hangs low.

“Honey not many people like children. I myself despise them. They’re loud, whiny, and sticky. I mean really what’s to like?” She asked looking down at you.

You cried harder at her words wishing your mother was here.

Fiona sighs “Listen, child, many people in this world aren't going to like you so you best get used to it,” she growls walking off.

As she walks away more tears fall from your eyes as you sprint towards your bedroom. You were halfway up the stairs when you ran straight into Mina. You gasped as you looked up at the redhead. Before she could even speak you started to cry harder.

“I'm sorry!” you sobbed before running off to your room. The woman is quick to follow you barely making it into the room before you shut the door.

She sighs as she sits next to you on your bed. “Y/n? What's the matter?” she asked. Getting no response she tries again.

“Is it about your mother? Because she’ll be home tomorrow..”

“Why don't you like me?” you yelled cutting her off.

The woman stares at you in shock. “What do you mean? Why would you think I don't like you?”

“Because! You don't play with me. You only play when mommy's here. You don't talk to me and Fiona said so.”

“Fiona told you I don't like you?”

“Yes! And you don't!” you cried.

The redhead sighs as she scoots closer towards you.

“That isn't true little one I adore you. Sometimes I just have a hard time showing it. But I promise I will try harder.”

You looked up at her “You like me? Like you really like me?”

She smiles “ Very much.”

You smiled crawling in her lap as you hug her tightly.

“I like you, Mina. A lot. And mommy does too. “

Mina chuckles “Well that's good because I love you both very much.” she says as she kisses the top of your head.

“Why did Fiona lie?” you asked.

“I'm not sure little one but I will be sure to get to the bottom of it,” she says.

You smiled “Okay.”

She smiles as she moved you off her lap headed to the door.

“Mina?” you called out once more.

“Yes?”

“Will you put me to bed tonight? Fiona doesn't do it right.”

Mina chuckles “ Of course little one.” she smiles as she walks out of your room.

Once the door is closed her face changes to anger. Walking down the stairs she sees Cordelia and Fiona.

Cordelia smiles “Surprise I'm back early. Where is my baby?” she asked. Mina ignores her as she walks straight to Fiona smacking her hard across the face.

The women gasped.

“If you ever lie to that child again I'll kill you. Do you understand me?” Mina growled.

Cordelia quickly pulls the redhead back taking mina to her office. Fiona stands there in shock as do the other witches staining in the entryway.

“Shows over folks fuck off!” she screams as she heads to the bar.

Once Mina has calmed down she, fills Cordelia in on what has happened. The blonde is furious.

“I can't believe her!”

“I can. Your mother is a bitch.”

“But....” Mina sighs. “This is partly my fault as well. I haven't shown y/n the affection she needs. And that is because I'm afraid.”

“Afraid of what my love?” Cordelia asked.

Mina sighs as tears prick her eyes. “I've never been in love before. No one has ever loved me unconditionally much less two people. I'm afraid if I open those doors I will lose you both. And if that were to happen I wouldn't survive. Because I love you too much and I love that little girl so much it hurts sometimes.” she cries.

Cordelia gathers her in her arms as she rocks her back in forth. “Shh, my love that won't happen. We both love you so much. And I know y/n adores you. Don't let Fiona come between us. You're the most important person to me aside from y/n of course. I will do everything in my power to keep you both safe, happy, and loved.” she says with a smile.

Mina nods her head as they share a kiss.

Cordelia sighs as she pulls back. “Okay now let's go surprise my baby I've missed her.”

Mina chuckles as she follows her to your bedroom. They open the door watching you play happily on your bed until you look up.

“Mommy!!!!” You shout running towards the blonde.

She smiles as she catches you in her arms lifting you up. “Ohh, my baby! I've missed you!”

“ I missed you more!”

“That's not possible sweet girl.” she chuckles.

“I'm happy your home.” you smiled.

“Me too baby.”

“Mommy? Can Mina still put me to bed?” you asked.

Cordelia smiled looking over at the woman. “If she wants to.”

Mina nods her head” Of course, I do little one.”

“Yay!” you cheered causing the women to chuckle.

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[lacroixwh0r3]

The First Taste

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You meet Joel, your dad's best friend, for the first time after your dad begged you to join them at the lake to keep Sarah company. Both you and Joel become fascinated by each other the moment the two of you met.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON, heavy sexual tension, drug usage (weed only), petnames, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), fingering, voyerism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, swimming??, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): The First Taste by Fiona Apple

PART 2 PART 3

A/N: This takes place four years before Blow My Load, but can be read as a standalone.

Please share, comment, like, and reblog...enjoy lovies! <33

"Dad, I thought it was supposed to be a "boy's trip," and the last time I checked, I am not a boy." You point at your body as you tell your dad. For some reason, he is begging you to come to the lake with him and his friends the day before they leave. "Why won't you just tell me why you want me to go? And maybe I'll give you an answer."

You finally got him to crack.

Your dad let out a defeated sigh as he scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit your dad was about to say. "Well, you see, honey, one of the guys couldn't get a babysitter for his kid, and I offered you to keep her company." He winced.

And there it is. The thing he was holding back from you

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. You really couldn't believe this shit. "Are you serious, dad? I refuse to babysit some random kid because you offered me up without even asking me first!" You exclaimed at him. "I don't even know a damn thing about this kid."

"Look, I know it was wrong for me to do that, sweetheart, but I swear Sarah is a good kid. Most of the time she has her headphones in and minds her business." He tries to reason with you, almost pleading with you. You began to feel bad for blowing up on him like that, but it really did piss you off that you had to watch someone else's kid. "I'll even pay you."

This weekend, you planned on doing nothing but self-care. You wanted to do nothing but stay home, watch movies, get a mani and pedi, go get a massage, drink, and maybe even play with the new toy you just bought yourself at Spencers.

You feel yourself giving into your dad; it wasn't the money that made you say yes, but the fact that he always found a way to make you feel bad, even if he didn't mean to do it. "Ugh, fine!" You scoff as you turn to look away from him. From the corner of your eye, you can see his body perk up.

Your dad lets out a sigh of relief, saying, "Thank you so much, sweetheart! You're such a lifesaver; you know that, right?" He slaps your shoulder playfully, causing you to shrug it off and narrow your eyes at him playfully as well.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. How old is your friend's daughter, anyway?" You asked him, unfazed by it all.

"I think she's around 14?" Your dad said cluelessly. "Not too bad, right? I'm sure that you can find something to talk about with her."

It wasn't that bad, but what the fuck would you, a 21-year-old, have in common with a 14–15-year-old girl?

"I guess. I'm gonna start getting my stuff all packed up," You tell him as you turn around to go up to your room.

"Alright, sweetheart, and thanks again!" He exclaims to you as you make your way farther up the steps.

"Yup!" You yell it out dismissively.

As much as you hated the circumstances, you were happy you were finally able to get away for a little bit.

...

It was the next day, and you were tired as hell after only getting four hours of sleep. You had spent all night packing and stressing about what you were going to wear. It wasn't like you were trying to impress anyone, but this was your first time meeting your dad's friends, and you wanted to look decent.

You had left it up to your dad to pack your things into the car as you were too tired to do anything besides shower, put your clothes on, and lay back down for a little until it was time to go. As you lay face down on the bed, knocked out, you heard your dad knock on the door. "Hey, kiddo, are you ready to head out?" He asked you as he stood at the door.

You slowly sit up on your bed as you yawn and stretch your arms over your head. "Yeah, let me just get up and grab my purse and stuff."

"Got it." Your dad says this before turning around and making his way downstairs.

After moments of sitting on your bed, stairing into space, you got up, grabbed your purse, and began to leave your room. However, on your way to the door, you see the pouch that contained your weed and weed paraphernalia. You hesitantly swiped it from your dresser, dropped it into your bag, and went downstairs.

If the men got to have their fun, why couldn't you?

Once you get to the last step, you hear your dad saying bye to someone on the phone before turning to you. "My buddy, Joel, just got to the lake house, so we should start headin' out." He says this as he grabs his keys and motions for you to follow him to the door.

After making sure the security alarm was set and locking the door, the two of you were finally on your two-hour journey to the lake house.

...

You and your dad finally made it to the lake house. It was a three story house that sat on top of a hill, surrounded by nothing but trees.

You and your dad hop out of the car and start bringing your bags to the front door. All of a sudden, the moment you sat the last bag down and brought your fist up to knock at the door, it swung open, revealing a man who looked to be in his early 30s with short, dark, curly hair.

Beside him was a woman with long locs, smiling warmly at you. Meanwhile, the man looked at you with confusion, trying to piece together who you were. You looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put a name to your face.

"Tommy!" Your dad said loudly behind you. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he greeted him. Tommy's eyes moved to look behind you at your dad, and his eyes lit up.

"Oh man, y'all come on in!" He opened the door wider as he and the unnamed woman moved out of the way to allow you to walk in first, followed by your dad. "I'll grab the rest of the bags out there." Tommy says.

Tommy brought the bags in as your dad greeted the lady. "Hey, Maria!" He asked her as he gave her a side hug. "I didn't know you were gonna be joining us this weekend as well."

So that was her name.

"I didn't think I was going to be joining either. Tommy invited me last minute, so I just decided to take some time off of work," She replies back.

They stood near the entrance as they began to get deeper into the conversation, talking about God knows what, leaving you standing there awkwardly as you watched them. You decided to take that moment to observe the room. Even though the house was spacious, it still had a cozy feel to it.

As you were in your own world, your dad gently slapped his hand on your shoulder unexpectedly. "And this young lady right here is my daughter." He smiles at the two as Maria and Tommy turn their attention to you.

"Nice to meet you, kid," He says as he offers his hand to shake yours, which you accept. You shake hands with him before dropping them to your side. Tommy then points to Maria. "This is my wife, Maria."

You shake hands with her as well while you tell them your name. "It's so great to meet you two!" You beam at the couple.

They begin to ask you a series of questions about yourself, such as what university you attended, what your major was, and so on, to which you gladly answer.

However, in the midst of your conversation, your words are abruptly interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening, followed by heavy footsteps. "And here comes my asshole brother, Joel, and my niece, Sarah," Tommy says to you, prompting both you and your dad to look behind you. You can hear Maria let out a loud laugh at Tommy's words.

Your eyes immediately focused on him as he got closer to you, not even paying attention to the fact that his daughter was right behind him as well.

The man named Joel had short, dark, curly hair like Tommy’s; the only difference is that he is a lot shorter, and the roots of his hair were slightly gray at his temples. Joel also had a patchy beard with a thick mustache. He has this rugged and mysterious look to him that completely enraptures you.

He and your dad greet each other, giving a quick bro hug and pulling away. Joel then turns to you, and you feel your hands quiver. His dark, dominant eyes intensify the intimidating aura that surrounds him, yet it still makes him even more interesting to you.

Holy hell, you think to yourself. This man is so fucking fine.

You continued to stare at Joel, saying absolutely nothing, until you realized that he was giving you a confused look as if he were waiting for something. Your eyes darted down, and you realized that he had his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment as you went to shake his hand.

"Joel," was all he said as the two of you shook hands before he let go and discreetly rubbed his hands into his shirt. You could feel yourself shrink with embarrassment as he did this. Not only did he not even give you a chance to introduce yourself, but he wiped his hands after shaking yours.

What a fucking jerk! Tommy was right; he is an asshole.

You quickly snapped out of your feelings when you realized that Sarah was now in front of you. She wore a pink crop top and jean shorts, while her curly hair was placed in a low ponytail.

She suddenly brings you in for a hug with a massive smile on her face, catching you off guard. Nonetheless, you still happily return the hug.

"I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you!" Unlike Joel, Sarah was a lot more friendly with you. She had this radiant energy to her that made you wonder where she got it from because it definitely wasn't from Joel's grumpy ass. You tell her your name.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sarah!" I return a smile back to her. She seems like the sweetest 14-year-old you've ever met. "I think we're gonna get along just fine this weekend."

"We sure are!"" She agrees.

"Sarah, sweetheart, how've you been?" Your dad asked her.

As your dad began to talk to Sarah, you decided to check Joel out while he listened to the conversation, occasionally putting in his two cents. Unlike the rest of the group, Joel wore a dark gray shirt, jeans, and some boots.

How is he not hot?

I mean, he is hot, but I meant temperature-wise, you think, causing yourself to let out a low chuckle.

You guess you said that out loud because Joel’s head, along with Maria's, Sarah's, and Tommy's, suddenly snapped over to you with eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Your dad's voice slowly began to fade when he saw the mortified expression on Sarah's face.

"Wait, what happened?" Your dad asked cluelessly as he looked around the group. He was so in his own world that he didn't hear what you said. Thank-fucking-goodness. "Everyone just stopped talking all of a sudden."

"Nothing!" You quickly tell him as you give him a disengenious smile before looking at everyone else. Sarah looked embarrassed for you, as Tommy and Maria still looked shocked. You get a glimpse of Joel as you wince in embarrassment and close your eyes; he had this smug look on his face.

You gathered that Tommy obviously loves to fuck around with people because he let out a stifled laugh, causing his wife to slap his arm and tell him to shut up.

You just wanted to die right then and there. This is now the second time today you've embarrassed yourself in front of this sexy ass man.

Your dad, being the clueless person he is, continues on with whatever he is talking about, not even realizing that no one is paying attention to him. Maria interrupts your dad as she clears her throat to catch your attention. She had a sympathetic look on her face. "Sweetie, your room is on the second floor next to, uh, Joel's, if you wanna get settled in," She offered to you. "We're going to head out to the lake and start putting some things on the grill around 2 or so." You just nodded your head because you were too afraid to speak.

"Hey, Joel?" Tommy looked at his brother with a teasing look on his face. "Why don't you go show her to her room, yeah?" He nods his head in the direction of the staircase.

You wished that you could just punch Tommy across the face at this very moment.

"Umm yeah..." Joel agrees slowly as he gives Tommy a dirty look before glancing at you. "Follow me," You nodded your head and grabbed your purse and other bags. As you followed Joel, the group quietly picked up their conversation again.

Without saying a word to each other, you and Joel arrive in the room. He steps aside, allowing you to enter, and turns around to make his way down the hallway to go back downstairs, but you quickly stopped him before he could get any further. "Hey, I'm sorry about what happened down there." You apologized to him. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything."

Joel just turns around and gives you a small smirk. "Oh, darlin', I'm far from uncomfortable. I'm actually flattered...more than flattered as a matter of fact." He winks at you before departing down the hallway, leaving you shocked.

You were somewhat relieved that Joel wasn't disgusted by you, but it still didn't help with your embarrassment as much as you hoped it would.

You scanned the room, taking in the room that you were going to be spending your weekend sleeping in. The walls were painted a light gray. There was a queen-sized bed that looked really comfortable and had bedside tables on each side as well as a TV, which was mounted onto the wall opposite the bed. There was a door that led to a balcony. You could see an overview of the calm lake and the tall trees. It was a beautiful view.

...

It's been a while since you went downstairs with everyone. You were still so embarrassed by the incident this morning that you decided to spend most of your time scrolling through social media and catching up with your college friends. The only time you came out of the room was to go to the bathroom.

You eventually rolled out of bed and worked up the courage to join everyone.

After changing your clothes that you had on earlier and putting on your swim suit, you slipped on your oversized shirt, put on some waterproof mascara, and put on some lip gloss.

You made sure to grab your sunglasses, put on your flip-flops, and jogged down the steps.

Once you got down there, you realized that Maria was in the kitchen. You headed towards her, quickly greeting her. "Hi, Maria," You say while positioning yourself behind the chairs on the island. She was gathering something that she needed to put outside.

"Hey, sweetheart!" Maria happily greets you back with a smile as she turns her attention to you. "How're you feeling?" She asked you gingerly as she looked at you with sympathy. Her goal wasn't to embarrass you; she truly wanted to know if you were okay after earlier.

You felt yourself begin to get flustered. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking." You sheepishly replied. You avoided her eyes, beginning to feel awkward.

"Of course. They're out in the back; you should join them." She points to the sliding door. You just nodded your head and made your way to the door. Before you went out there, you stood there looking outside. You could see Joel's tall figure standing over the grill as he flipped the meat and sipped on his beer.

You felt yourself getting nervous just looking at him.

You then looked and saw your dad helping Joel take the food off the grill and start to place it on the table. Meanwhile, Sarah and Tommy sat at the table, talking to each other. Whatever Tommy had said made them let out loud laughs, causing Joel quickly turned around, let out a chuckle, and shook his head. He then went back to putting things on the rest of the food on the serving platter.

His smile is so gorgeous, it almost takes your breath away.

"Are you going out, sweetheart?" Maria asked behind you, startling you. You had forgotten that she was still here.

You turned to her as you began to stammer over your words and realized that her hands were full with plasticware and plates. "Do you need me to help you take those?" You asked her without even answering her question.

"I do actually," She just looked at you with a questionable look before speaking up again. "Can you just grab the forks and spoons from the top and place them on the table out there, please?" She asked. You grabbed the utensils before turning back around and opening the door.

They didn't notice you at first until Sarah caught sight of you and loudly called out your name as you got closer, causing Joel to look over at you as he closed the grill's top.

"Sarah!" You exclaimed dramatically. Once you reached the table, you sat the plasticware down and went over to sit next to her.

You noticed that her hair was wet and that she was wrapped in a towel. "What've you been up to, girlfriend?" You asked her as you sat down in the seat.

"Nothing much; I just took a quick dip in the lake, and now I am starving," Sarah whined out as she looked over at her dad, who was coming over with the food.

You can hear the sound of Joel's heavy feet approaching behind you and stopping at the free seat at the end of the table, which was next to you. He first put the food in the middle of the table, then plopped himself down. We all began to put things on our plates and begin eating.

Tommy grumbled something about starving, causing Sarah to make a joke about how he was always starving. In reply, Tommy stuck his tongue out at the young girl in a teasing manner.

As Joel ate, he was manspreading under the table. You could feel his hairy, bare leg graze against yours, making you move your leg away. Joel wiped his mouth with the napkin, took a sip of his beer, and looked at you with a blank stare, not saying anything.

You decided to speak up and compliment him on the food. "Joel, this is really good," You smile. Everyone hummed in agreement as they ate.

"Why thank you, darlin'?" Joel says, going back to eating.

...

After eating, we all sat there with our tummies full as we sat around talking about whatever came to mind. That was until Sarah ran into the house without saying a word.

"Oh goodness, that girl." He sat back as he watched his daughter running around the house through the sliding door before running back outside with a box of Uno cards.

"Who wants to play?" She asked the whole table as she ran to her seat and plopped down.

We all agreed. She began to shuffle the cards, dealt them out to everyone, and then set up the game. It first started with you, Joel, Maria, Tommy, then your dad, and lastly Sarah.

Sarah was the first one to get Uno, even though she had the most cards at one point. We all accused her of cheating, which she was quick to deny. No one at the table believed her, especially Tommy and Maria. She just rolled her eyes and helped your dad while he was stuck figuring out which cards to play next.

While the two silently argued about which card was the best, you looked over at Joel and saw that all his cards were showing. You looked around and noticed that no one was paying attention to his cards. Tommy and Maria were sitting there watching your dad and Sarah.

"You're bleedin', Joel," you whisper to him as you point to his card. His face scrunched up with confusion as to what you meant. He looked down at himself and saw no blood.

"What, sugar? I ain't bleedin' anywhere," He said as he tried to recall if he had maybe scraped himself anywhere, but it wasn't coming to him. You couldn't help, but laugh at his confusion.

"It means your cards are showing, Joel." You giggled at him as he chuckled a bit and put his cards up so that he wasn't "bleeding" anymore.

"That's so stupid, who taught you that?" You just shrugged your shoulders at his question and looked back over to see if your dad had finally picked up his card yet.

"Oh my gosh, this isn't rocket science, dad! Just pick a card already!" You exclaimed it, causing everyone to laugh.

"I'm tryin', I'm tryin'!" Your dad waved you off as he went back to silently arguing with Sarah about which card to choose.

The game got drawn out longer than it was supposed to because every other minute someone (usually Tommy) would start arguing about another person cheating. And in the end, Tommy lost the game.

We put the cards away as everyone except for Maria decided to hang out by the dock and take a swim. She said something about having to get on the phone with a client of hers, but she would come join us when she was done and would bring popsicles.

You and Sarah walked in front of your dad, Joel, and Tommy until you yelled out, "Beat you there!" to Sarah as you both haphazardly ran down the steps to get to the dock.

"You girls, be careful down those stairs now! Don't want y'all gettin' hurt," Joel yells out from behind. The two of you don't respond or slow down; you just keep giggling and running. Joel had to suppress a smile from appearing on his face. It brought him joy to hear how much fun Sarah was having with you.

Once you make it to the dock, Sarah flings off her towel and jumps into the lake with a squiel before she goes under water and floates back up. You quickly kick off your flip flops, throw your sunglasses down, and take off your shirt. Unlike Sarah, you didn't jump into the water, you sat down on the dock and scooched into the water.

Oh, come on! You should've jumped in!" She says this to you as she splashes you with water. You splashed her back.

"I'm too afraid, Sar-bear!" You yelled out to her, and she gasped. The men appeared from the concrete steps just as she did so. Joel dropped the towels in his arms before walking over in front of us, while your dad and Tommy moved to the other side of the dock with their beers and their folding chairs.

"Dad, can you believe that she's too afraid to jump into the water?" Sarah yells out to her dad.

He looked down at you from the dock with his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Really? It's not that scary, sweetheart," He tells you.

"Then how about you get in, Joel?" You say to him without even thinking.

"Yeah, come on, dad. Get in and show her how it's done!" Sarah yells out as she encourages her dad to get in.

You watched Joel as he took off his shoes and shirt, all while keeping his eyes on you. You couldn't help but suck in a breath and bite your bottom lip when he pulled off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his shirtless chest. Joel wasn't the most muscular man, but whatever his job was, it kept him fit, and you loved it. Your eyes quickly scanned over his neck, then his broad shoulders.

Those damn shoulders of his. You wished you could hold onto them as you rode on his co-

Your thoughts were abruptly shattered when Joel took a big leap into the lake, causing a splash of water to hit your face and go up your nose. You tried to make an attempt at turning your head, but it was too late. You coughed as you tried to clear the water from your lungs. As you do so, Joel comes up from beneath the water.

He gasped as he allowed the air back into his lungs and used his big hands to wipe his face. Once he noticed that you were coughing, he quickly swam over to you with a look of concern.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked you as you let out one last cough and nodded your head. He brought his hand up to stroke the side of your head and gave you this tender look before pulling away when he noticed that Sarah was coming over.

If it were just you and Joel on the lake, he would've probably pulled you into his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

Even though he had just gotten into the lake, Joel decided to get out before he did something that he would regret.

"Alright, girls. I'm gonna get out now." He says more to Sarah than to you. Once again, you just nodded your head at him. You knew that if you spoke, you'd embarrass yourself again.

"Wha-Dad! You literally just got in." She tries to convince him, but he just shook his head and grabbed onto the rails. He pulls himself up with a grunt and walks onto the dock.

"I'll get back in in a little bit." He dismissed her as he went to get a towel.

Sarah began to say something to you as she swam around you, but you were too focused on Joel to listen to what she was saying. She was too busy talking to notice that you weren't listening. Your attention was stuck on Joel, and his wet shorts stuck to his surprisingly nice ass. He then turns around as he dries off. Your eyes drifted down and widening when you saw his bulge. You were taken aback by the sight.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself.

You looked back up at his face to realize that Joel was already staring at you and smirking while he wrapped the towl around his waist.

Oh fuck!

He obviously saw you staring at his cock because he was fucking smirking.

Joel walked over to have a seat with his brother and your dad. You diverted your attention back to Sarah, acting as if you knew what she was talking about. You just nodded your head a couple of times, and she believed it, but again, your mind drifted.

You were thinking about her dad; snap out of it for Christ's sake.

For the rest of your time at the lake, you refused to look at Joel. And just as promised, Maria finally joined you all about an hour later with the popsicles she said she would bring. Once we ate them, Maria convinced the other adults to have a swim in the lake, to which they all agreed after some groans and pressure from her and Sarah.

...

After spending most of the afternoon outside, everyone went off to do their own thing. Sarah decided to take a shower and then go to sleep while your dad, Tommy, and Maria opted to go out to a bar that a local had told them about, and Joel refused to go out tonight because he said that he was beat from the lake. As for you, you took a quick shower and decided to watch the sunset on the balcony that was connected to your room and smoke.

Before slipping onto the balcony, you grabbed a preroll and a lighter from the pouch, your headphones, and a water bottle from the bed.

When you first got here, you didn't notice that there was a door connected to the balcony that led to Joel's room. However, the sheer curtains were closed, so you could only assume that he was asleep, meaning it was safe for you to smoke without him seeing you. You sat down on the lounge chair, put your headphones on, turned on some music, and began your session.

After two hits of the preroll, you felt the effects of the weed. Your body began to relax, and your eyelids felt slightly heavy. As you continued smoking, you couldn't escape the thought of Joel. You know that he is your dad's friend, and you would never think to go after him, but you have to admit that he is an attractive older man. Just your type.

You barely spoke to him throughout the couple of hours you had been there, yet you could tell the type of man he was. He is very reserved, doesn't speak unless spoken to, and likes to observe. Joel is respectful, but he didn't take shit from anyone. It was very visible that he was protective of not only Sarah but also Tommy.

Everything about him drew you in more and more.

With a few more hits of your preroll, you see a figure standing in the corner of your eye just a few feet away from you, causing you to quickly pull off your headphones and flick the preroll from your fingers and off the balcony. You look over to see Joel watching you with his eyebrows frowned and his hands on his hips. Your eyes widen with shock.

"Shit! I mean, hey, Joel..." You smile up at him awkwardly, trying to seem as sober as possible. "What are you doing out here?" You asked him in a sickly sweet voice. He continues to stare at you before answering.

"I just came out here to check on you. Heard you out here, so I decided to see what you were up to." Joel grumbles as he switches his weight to his other foot.

You prayed that Joel didn't know you were out here smoking weed; your dad would kill you if he heard about you doing this. Little did you know that your attempt would be a complete failure. As soon as Joel walked outside, he could smell the smoke and aroma of weed. He could also see your bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, yknow, nothing much really, just out here enjoying the view and listening to music!" You say this while waving your hand, gesturing to the view in front of both of you. You visibly cringe after this sentence because, even though it was the truth, it wasn't the full truth. He seemed to buy it, so you relaxed a bit.

"Mm, you enjoyed yourself today?" he asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun today. Sarah definitely made it fun for me, she's amazing." You admitted to him, and it was true. His daughter was truly a joy to be around.

"Yeah," He laughs out as he looks out at the sunset, his handsome smile threatening to appear on his face. "She's amazing, for sure." He whispers. You can't help but smile at his words. It was refreshing to see that there was someone who was able to crack his hard exterior.

A silence falls over the two of you before he speaks up again. "Y'know, when we were walking back to the car after the lake, she talked about you the whole time. I couldn't shut up about how much cooler you are than Tommy and me." He scoffs as he rolls his eyes playfully and folds his arms to his chest. His confession made you laugh so hard that you couldn't stop, which caused him to laugh as well.

"I mean, she isn't wrong." You teasingly say it to him, causing him to shake his head.

"Yeah-fuckin'-right, darlin'. I can be cool, too."

"Mmhmm.." You reply back to him as you turn your head to look back at the view. However, Joel's eyes remained on you, but you didn't mind too much.

Once again, silence fell over you two. You wanted to look back at Joel, but you knew that if you looked at him in the eyes, your heart would beat out of your chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Joel?" You asked him without looking at him.

"What?" Joel asked.

Was he that engrossed in my face that he wasn't even paying attention, or were you not loud enough?

You suppress your laugh as you turn your head to look at him again. "I asked if you enjoyed yourself today." He quickly snaps out of his trance and looks away.

"Oh, yeah, it was enjoyable for the most part, sweetie," Joel sighs out. You said nothing else after this.

You didn't realize it until now, but you were starting to grow tired from the weed. You also wanted a snack.

"Well, I'm going to head back in, maybe fall asleep to a movie or something." You tell him as you grab your belongings, get up from the chair, and walk to the door.

"Alright," He says as he watches every step you take. "And one last thing, darlin'," You stop with your hand on the doorknob and look up at Joel as you wait to hear what he has to say. With a mix of your high and the nervousness you were feeling because of Joel, your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point.

"You don't gotta lie to me, sweet girl. You know that, right?" He says lowly as he motioned to his eyes.

Fuck!

Your body tenses up, and you freeze. You decided to play dumb, even though you were caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Joel," You say as you let out a nervous laugh. Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding eye contact with Joel like a guilty puppy.

"Oh, no need to play stupid with me, sweet girl; I won't tell your daddy." Something about the way he said these words made you want him so bad; it was almost like he was teasing you.

You felt your walls crumbling, no longer feeling the need to lie to him. "You swear, Joel?" You asked him as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

Joel wished that you would look at him with those pretty eyes while you were on your knees, pleading and begging for him to feed you his cock. In all honesty, he'd give you the world if you asked for it with that look. You made Joel feel something he hasn't felt for a woman in years, and he was willing to do just about anything to have you. However, he could tell you weren't ready for that yet, but he knew in due time he'd have you.

"You have my word, darlin'," He nods his head. "Just don't lie to me again," Joel tells you as he points a finger.

You frantically nod your head in agreement as you bite your lip. "I won't do it again, Joel."

All Joel could think about was how obedient you are, so eager to please him and do as he says. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts as he looked at your bare thighs and had these thoughts. Not once did you realize that Joel was checking you out.

Oh, how badly Joel wanted to grab your chin and kiss those lips of yours. He kept reminding himself that he needed to be patient.

"Good." He says before speaking up again. "You should go inside, darlin', maybe get some rest." Joel insisted as he made his way to the door and gave you one last look before walking inside, leaving you outside by yourself.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment as you think about your interaction with Joel. You weren't sure if it was just you thinking too much into the interaction, but you felt like there was some sexual tension between you and Joel.

Any time you're around him, nervousness takes over, and a sense of yearning aches deep in your bones.

You needed him badly.

"Don't," You say to yourself. "Don't fucking think about it." You say it lowly as you try to shake the thoughts out of your head.

Joel is off limits; he's your dad's best friend.

You realized how crazy you must look standing at the door thinking about Joel, so you went inside.

Once you entered the room, you noticed that it was a little too warm in there for your liking, so you decided to leave the balcony door cracked to get some fresh air.

You put your things away, got into bed, and watched a movie on the TV across the room.

...

You weren't sure when you fell asleep, but you did during the movie without even realizing it. You felt very discombobulated, so you sat in the dark for a few minutes. Your clothes felt disgusting on your body as you sweated through them, and your throat was dry.

You quickly got out of bed, slipped off your clothes, got back into bed, and took a sip of the water bottle that lay next to you. During this, you got a glimpse of the digital clock that sat on the bedside table. It read 12:48.

The house was quiet. You were sure that Maria, Tommy, and your dad were back from the bar by now and asleep. Sarah and Joel were probably sleeping as well.

You laid back down on the bed, pushing away the uncomfortable blanket, leaving your body bare. You should have gotten up to close the door because if Joel were to come to your balcony door, he'd surely get a glimpse of your naked body. However, you were still sleepy and a little high, so you lacked the motivation to get up.

It really didn't matter anyway; he's probably still sleeping.

You had laid restless in the bed, constantly flipping the pillows to get the cool side and changing positions, but you still couldn't sleep. You decided to lay on your stomach; it helped you fall asleep sometimes.

You knew one thing that would definitely make you fall asleep, but with a particular someone lingering in your thoughts, it felt wrong. It is completely wrong to have these thoughts about him.

He's way too old for you, and he's your dad's best friend.

Though you tried your best to resist these thoughts, you couldn't help yourself.

Fuck it, it's not like I'm gonna actually fuck him, you think to yourself.

You were suddenly taken back to earlier, when you first laid eyes on him. Those eyes and the curve of his nose. You wanted nothing more than to feel his beautiful nose rub against your clit while he ate you out.

Or when he shook your hands and you felt those thick, rough fingers against your smooth hands.

You were sure that Joel knew how to use them very well.

Subconsciously, your hips had bucked into the bed, trying to get friction onto your clit causing the headboard to hit against the wall ever-so-slightly.

"Shit!" You cursed out loud, hoping that Joel didn't hear. Your heart was pounding at the thought of being caught by him, but your pussy dripped with your wetness.

You waited a couple seconds until you took your hand from underneath the pillow and slowly moved it between the bed and your body, allowing your finger tips to graze against your pussy. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. Your arousal ran down your fingers, to your knuckles, and onto the bed.

What you didn't know was that Joel wasn't even in his room; he was sitting out on the balcony. He had been sitting out there for about an hour or so because he couldn't sleep, not with you on his mind, so he decided to sit out there and bore himself to death until he got some sleep. When he first came outside, he checked on you and saw that you were knocked out. The room was dark, and the only thing that brought some light to the room was the bright moonlight reflecting over the lake.

As Joel got up to check on you one last time before he went back to his room, he heard you let out a whimper. He slowly walked to your balcony door so that he wouldn't scare you in case you were having a nightmare, but that wasn't the case at all. Again, Joel heard you let out another noise.

First, you sharply gasped, then moaned out, "Oh, Fuck!"

Joel became more intrigued with whatever was going on in your room because it became very apparent that you weren't having a nightmare. In fact, it didn't even sound like you were sleeping anymore.

Like a thief in the night, Joel peered through the door that was half open. What he saw before him could've brought him to his knees.

You were lying down on your stomach, fully naked on the bed. He noticed that with your right hand, you were touching yourself. Joel wasn't hard before, but he's definitely hard now. He felt as his cock strained against the fabric of his shorts.

Joel knew it was wrong to watch you masturbate without knowing, but he couldn't take his eyes off of you. It had been nearly two years since the last time he had been sexually active, and quite honestly, it was catching up to him at that very moment. He had been so busy with everything in his life that sex was the last thing on his mind until now.

As Joel watched you hump your hips into your fingers, you were imagining a shirtless Joel sat up on the bed, with you sitting in between his legs. Your legs would be wide open, propped up over his, as you allowed his calloused middle and ring finger to collect your arousal from between your folder and rub it into your clit. With his deep Texas accent, he would be whispering into your ear about how much of a good girl you are and how wet you were for him. Your head would be laid on his sexy, broad shoulders as your eyes rolled with pleasure. You imagined that as he played with your clit, his other hand would touch your breast and quickly tweak your nipples as they continued going up and firmly wrapping around your neck.

You were so caught up in your thoughts and pleasure that you hadn't realized that you were moaning out Joel's name.

"J-Joel, please," You quivered out quietly enough so that you weren't too loud, but loud enough for Joel to hear. "I'll be good, p-please, daddy." You followed up.

Even though you thought that Joel was in the next room over (which he wasn't) and there were other people in the house, you still continued to touch yourself as the headboard faintly knocked against the wall.

Yet you were so blissfully unaware of it all. So unaware of the fact that Joel was standing right outside the door, watching you rubbing yourself completely nude, and unaware that Joel had pulled his cock out while he watched and listened to you.

Joel didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care that watching you, this freshly 21-year-old, masturbate without your knowledge was bad.

The sounds of your panting, moans, and dirty talk made him want to walk right into the room and give you the pleasure you needed.

Joel has always been a selfish lover when it came to the bedroom; he liked to be the one who was dominant and always took control. He could tell you needed someone like him to fulfill your desires—not some foolish 20-something year old, but a real man.

As you continued to grind against your fingers, Joel saw how your ass moved back and forth. He wanted to spank you for being such a naughty girl. Touching yourself without asking for his permission. He would remind you that only slutty, bad girls did that.

He jerked his cock at the same speed as your hips moved. "Oh my god, daddy!" You moaned into the pillow, causing it to be muffled. The thrusting of your hips had sped up. You were on the cusp of cumming, but that changed when you suddenly pulled your hands from between your legs and got up to change positions.

You were now lying on your back with your legs bent up to your chest as far as they could go. Using the hand you just used to grind up against, you bring your middle and ring fingers to your mouth. You began to suckle on them intensely, pretending they were Joel's fingers. You could taste yourself as you did so.

A minute later, you pop your fingers out of your mouth and bring them down to your pussy. As you sink your fingers inside yourself, you can feel the wetness, allowing you to slip deeper into your tight hole. You squirmed as you felt a little discomfort due to your fingers. You decided to slowly thrust your fingers in and out, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling. With your free hand, you brought it up to your mouth to muffle your soft whines.

Oh, my baby, she can barely take her own fingers, Joel thought as he watched you.

To Joel's surprise, you still didn't see him standing by the door, hastily jerking himself off at the sight of you. It wasn't like he was being discreet about it either. He was almost fully through the door at that point. Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself.

Finally, you were able to adjust to your fingers. As you picked up the speed, Joel could hear the wet, slick sounds coming from your pussy all the way across the room. Hearing this only heightens the pleasure for him.

"Joel, I'm-oh my god-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned lowly.

Joel wanted to be the one to make you cry, but he knew he couldn't at that moment.

Your messy wetness had allowed your fingers to go deeper inside, causing you a certain spot. Your legs shuddered as your finger tips grazed the spot. In a 'come here' motion, you continued to hit the spot over and over again. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Keep going just like that." You purred out.

Joel convulsed at the way you said these words. He was ready to cum at any moment, but he wanted to cum with you.

With his hand still rapidly moving up and down his length, he finally heard your release.

"Yes! I'm cumming all over your fingers, Joel!" You moaned a little louder this time. Joel could hear you breathing hard as you continued to ramble about how good it felt.

Instantly, Joel was cumming. He withheld his groans and grunts as the hot cum hit the palm of his other hand. Instead, he was breathing hard through his nose, hoping to God that you couldn't hear him.

Finally, your orgasm began to die down. "Oh my god," You sighed out blissfully, as you pulled your finger from your pussy. Your legs moved from your chest and you dropped down on the bed. You were still trying to catch your breath. With his mind still cloudy from cumming so hard, when Joel saw you move your legs, he thought that you were going to get off the bed, causing him to panic and move away from the door so that you couldn't see him.

You could feel the cum webbing between your two fingers. You decided that you wanted a look, so you opened your eyes and brought your hand close to your face. You could see the bright moonlight illuminate your cum. You'd never come so hard. Not with any of your hookups, let alone when you masturbated.

You felt spent after that, but you needed to get up to clean yourself off. You decided to rest your eyes a bit before getting up, but without even realizing it, you had dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Less than five minutes later, Joel heard light snores coming from your room, so he decided that it was safe to look again. You were dead to the world. Joel saw your limp hand hanging off the bed—the same one you had used to fuck yourself with. He could see the wetness gleaming on your fingers. He wanted to come over them and suck your cum off of your fingers, but he stopped himself.

The post-nut clarity had hit Joel, and he realized that he must've looked like a creep with his cock out while he watched you sleep. So he closed your balcony door and headed back into the house to wash the cum from his hands.

Joel knew that he would have you one day; it didn't matter how long it took for him to get you. He would get you right where he wanted you eventually.

...

You woke up feeling like a brand new person that morning. Your limbs felt loose, and you felt like you could conquer the world.

You could feel the sun on your naked body as you rose out of bed to stretch. The sounds of people moving around let you know that everyone was awake.

You suddenly realized that the balcony door was now closed. You don't remember getting up to clean yourself, and you definitely don't remember ever getting up to close the door.

Realization had hit you hard, and your heart dropped.

Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

There was no way anyone could have come into your room because you had locked the bedroom door. However, Joel had access to the shared balcony.

He was the only one who could've closed that door.

Whatever, you were going to enjoy yourself this weekend and act like nothing happened.

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A/N: I had a lot of trouble writing this for some reason, but next one is going to be a lot better. I got so much planned already hehe

#smut #the last of us #joel x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #neighbor!joel #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #dads best friend #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #dbf!joel x you

[sawyerconfort]

the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

#lgbt #romance #headcannons #ahs x reader #american horror story #american horror story coven #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #fiona goode x reader #zoe benson x reader #madison montgomery x reader #misty day x reader #nan x reader #queenie x reader #myrtle snow x reader #mallory x reader #marie laveau x reader #kyle spencer x reader #don't know if this is accurate but anyway

[multifandomfix]

Getting Caught Having Sex With Fiona Goode Would Include

Fiona is shameless and can be quite careless in protecting your privacy. She doesn’t mind who might see. It’s not like anyone would be stupid enough to stop her.

Your embarrassment at being caught in the act will probably illicit a smirk from Fiona.

She’ll tease you about it, for sure. “So shy now, but you weren’t so shy when you were screaming my name.”

Honestly, getting caught is only going to spur Fiona on. Unless you’re really adamant about stopping, she’ll just make a game out of it.

She may even try to get the two of you caught together more often, just because of how amused she is when you get all flustered.

For @theres-beauty-in-daydreams

Fiona Goode: @iticaboopsyou, @brienneseveruscalaway, @derry-n, @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @mars-rivers, @gothtrash6969, @jona-lea, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

#fiona goode #fiona goode headcanons #fiona goode x reader #american horror story #american horror story headcanons #american horror story coven #ahs #ahs headcanons #ahs coven #request

[cabensonsgirly]

Infect me with your poison. (18+)

Fiona Goode x fem!reader

Word length: Short

Content: 18+, magical restraint, degradation, dirty talk, allusion to strap-on

"Oh of course. No one's greater than you, Fiona," you roll your eyes and pick up a piece of sushi, eating it. “At least you got the spirit.” She says, taking a sip from the vodka before pouring it into her glass. "I was being- You know what, I don't know why I'm bothering." You eat some more then take a sip of your juice.

Fiona lights another cigarette and drops a few olives into her glass. "Great. Silent treatment. Didn't know I was dating a child." You pick what's left of your food up and your drink, heading into the lounge where you sit on the couch and turn the tv on.

“I don’t need to remind you that you’re the child.” She points at the cartoons you’re watching.

"Oh please," you laugh, changing the channel, "I'm not the one who's pissed off at her daughter over something stupid. Nor am I the one who started using the silent treatment while she drinks herself into a stupor."

“I wasn’t giving you the silent treatment, you fool. I didn’t have anything to add to your ridiculous accusations.”

"Oh of course. Of course. Forgive me for wasting your precious time," You smile before returning to finishing my meal.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic? You all act like I’m going to murder Cordelia. We have our differences and she knows this.”

"We both know you would if you could. Especially when you were so focused on staying as the supreme." You put the empty containter on the coffee table, "Plus you always say very hurtful things to her. Why is it so hard for you to be proud of her? Scared she's going to steal the attention from you?"

“She’s the supreme, obviously the attention is on her.” Fiona huffs, “i just love her differently.”

"And you hate it, don't you?" You get up and go over to her, stealing the olives from her drink, "You hate not having people fear you anymore, not having so many people tremble when you enter the room." You put the toothpick back in, "Now the only one to fear in this wicked world is Cordelia."

Fiona laughs, “Cordelia, fearful? Oh please, her entire “I am your supreme-“ is no better than a Highschool theater performance.”

"She gets that from you." You say simply, "If that's no better than a highschool performance, then yours is no better either."

“Good thing no one asked you.” She sips her martini, “you have a problem with anything you can leave.”

"Good thing I don't need anyone's permission to speak." You falter slightly, "You know I don't want to leave, Fiona."

Fiona laughs and looks at you, her eyes twinkling darkly, "Oh but my foolish little girl, it seems you've forgotten who you're talking to." She barely moves her finger and you're flung against the wall, pinned to it by an invisible force. You go to speak but find it impossible to make a sound, your eyes looking at her with fear. Fiona moves closer to you, "Looks like you do need permission to speak, little girl."

Your face flushes and you focus your powers to loosen her hold on you, but it's no use because she's just that much stronger. "I bet you're regretting talking to me that way now, aren't you?" You nod your head slightly, while part of you regretted it, the other part loved when she used her powers against you. She chuckles and moves even closer, her lips almost touching yours, "I can smell you from here, pet. I forgot how much you enjoy my power just as much as I do."

Fiona runs her hand down your body and into your pants, teasing you over your panties, "Is this why you ran your mouth, hm? You wanted me to snap and force your submission?" She leans and whispers by your ear, "Don't think I've forgotten what you told me when you thought I was sleeping. I bet you'll feel so good around my cock, pet."

#jessica lange x reader #Jessica Lange #Jessica Lange imagine #Fiona Goode #fiona goode imagine #fiona goode x reader

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Jessica Lange

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜

𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎

𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖’𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍

#jessica lange imagine #jessica lange #jessica lange x reader #fiona goode imagine #fiona goode #ahs

[fuckshitslover]

CARL GALLAGHER HCs

SFW AND NSFW

SWF HEADCANNONS

I can only write Carl x reader as a childhood friends to lovers trope

That’s just how my brain works lmao

You and Carl grew up together

You probably got together somewhere after he got out of his white boy carl phase

It would have been awkward at first since you had grown up together

But eventually it was as natural as breathing

You would be allowed at the Gallagher house whenever

Fiona would not give a shit nor bat her eye

She would probably be happy

Carl would probs be clingy asf

But you don’t have a problem with it

Dates consist of a private booth at the alibi or laying under the L like lip and Karen

You would save up for a small house and turn it into your home

NSFW HEADCANNONS

god he’s so good

I feel like he’d be the type of guy to eat you out until you cum and then fuck you so you feel better

His dick>>>>>>

He seems verbal

Like not in particularly moaning but just that he won’t stop fucking talking

People have walked in on you having sex and could just hear him telling you random things about other times you had sex

I feel like he’s longer than thicker

#Carl Gallagher x reader #Carl Gallagher #shameless #Carl Gallagher hcs #Carl x you #shameless x reader

[beskarandblasters]

The Gunslinger

Boxer!Abby Anderson x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Abby Anderson Masterlist

Author’s note: From the results of my poll! Next up is Gym Owner!Abby and an Abby x Reader x Ellie roommate threesome!! (｡◕‿◕｡)

Summary: Your friend, Tyler, drags you to your first boxing match one night. You're expecting to not have any fun at all until you lay your eyes on The Gunslinger also known as Abby Anderson. She spots you during the match but you chalk it up to random eye contact she makes with her fans. What happens when she finds you alone after the match?

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak au, idk if the boxing rules + the match are accurate I am but a simpleton, soft dom!Abby, dub con (reader has consumed alcohol), semi public sex, oral sex (reader receiving), strap sucking, strap fucking (reader receiving), Abby refers to the strap as her cock, reader is shorter than Abby but than that no physical descriptions used, nipple play, pet names (good girl & pretty girl), slight degradation (whore), no aftercare, no use of y/n

You’re not going to enjoy yourself. No one in their right mind wants to spend their evening sitting shoulder to shoulder in uncomfortable stands, surrounded by drunk assholes screaming their heads off. And yet here you are, sitting shoulder to shoulder in said uncomfortable stands, holding your overpriced beer in one hand and covering your ear with the other. You’re wearing a skirt and the itchy wood is irritating the back of your thighs. This was all a mistake. Why did you agree to this?

Oh right, it’s because your friend Tyler convinced you to come. 

“Can you at least act like you’re having a good time? We’re right in the front row,” he says, pulling your hand away from your ear.

“I’ll try but no promises.”

“You’ll change your mind once you see the Gunslinger, trust me.”

“What’s so special about her?” you ask, chugging your beer so you don’t have to hold it any longer. 

“One of the best sluggers I’ve ever seen. Seriously, her uppercuts are devastating.”

“Whatever you say,” you respond, rolling your eyes. 

“Do you wanna know why they call her the Gunslinger?” he asks. After every response he turns his gaze across the ring, staring at something but you can’t make out what. 

“Sure.”

“Because she’s got the fucking cannons, man.”

“Cannons and guns are two different things.”

“You know what I meant. Seriously, the biceps on this woman are insane.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“You’ll be eating your words later.”

He turns his gaze away from you again and this time you see what he’s looking at– a woman sitting in the front row on the opposite side of the ring. She notices him and smiles. You recognize her as the woman he was chatting up when he was in line grabbing your beers.

“You’ve been making eyes at her since we got here.”

“I have not.”

“Yes, you have. And I’d be willing to bet she’s into you, too.”

“...You really think so?”

You open your mouth to respond but Tyler interrupts and so does the crowd, your ears ringing from their boisterous shouts. The announcer steps into the ring, microphone in one hand and the other raised in the air. He’s wearing a black suit and a wide grin, just admiring the way the audience cheers for him, not even one of the boxers. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! And welcome to tonight’s match. Tonight promises to be a classic with the lineup we have for ya.”

“First up we got a rookie in the ring. Fighting out of the blue corner is the Iron Fist, Fiona Finster!” 

You turn your head towards the hallway the announcer is pointing at where you see the silhouette of a woman; tall, bulky, a fucking unit. She steps into the ring and sheds her silky white robe, embroidered with The Iron Fist in royal blue lettering. She’s wearing a black sports bra, royal blue shorts, and gloves to match the lettering on her robe. The audience cheers for her but you’re stuck staring at the sheer size of her. If this is a rookie… then what does the Gunslinger look like?

“Next up we have a legend entering the ring. You know her. You love her. Fighting out of the red corner. It’s the Gunslinger, Abby Anderson!”

Entering the ring is a woman who makes the Iron Fist look like a wimp. She’s taller and absurdly muscular, wearing black boxing gloves. Her robe is also black and on the back, in shiny silver letters, it reads The Gunslinger. She takes it off and hands it to who is presumably her coach. Once the robe is gone you can see everything much better and Tyler was right. She really does have the fucking cannons. Her skin is shiny, the bright lights reflecting off her muscles, and her dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a braid. She scans the crowd, mouth curled into a smirk as she watches how the audience cheers for her. She’s confident, well-liked and she knows it. You feel no better than a man the way you’re ogling her, admiring the way the muscles in her back stretch out the fabric of the charcoal gray sports bra she’s wearing. She’s just… impressive in every way and with a body like that the nickname Gunslinger feels earned. 

Before she’s finished showing off for the crowd her eyes land on you, meeting your gaze and flashing you a smile. Your cheeks heat up in… embarrassment? No, that’s not right. Flattery? Maybe. 

Or it’s probably because you just formed a strong attraction to this woman. And it’s probably the look on your face that gave it away. Your eyes go wide as you stare at her, your mouth falling open in a soft O. 

Whatever, the eye contact probably didn’t mean anything. She probably does that with lots of people in the audience; her fans. Unless…

No stop right there. She’s a professional and you’re just a spectator, nothing more. That meant nothing. 

The referee enters the ring and goes over the rules with the two women. And once again as she’s listening to the ref she looks past his head and glances at you again. The eye contact is intense, almost too much to bear but you can’t look away. It’s the type of eye contact one would show someone if they’re trying to assert their dominance. As far as you’re concerned, she can dominate you all she wants. 

The boxers bump gloves and the first round begins. It’s one of the most enthralling sporting events you’ve ever witnessed. Tyler hands you his beer, too focused on the match to worry about drinking it. But you’re not about to waste the shitty, overpriced beer so you down it, setting the plastic cup on the floor. Despite being an absolute unit, the Gunslinger is quick on her feet, evading most if not all of the Iron Fist’s punches. Every blow the Gunslinger delivers is powerful, making you wince just from observing them. You’re actually enjoying yourself but you don’t know if it’s from the riveting match or if it’s because you’re a little tipsy. Regardless, this is the best turn of events. And the Gunslinger is easy on the eyes. 

The match flies by round after round until it’s the final one. You’ve never been to a boxing match before but supposedly the judges don’t announce the score until the match is over. 

But that wouldn’t even matter. 

Because the Gunslinger delivers a devastating blow to the Iron First– a knockout, right in her jaw. The opponent is off her feet for more than ten seconds. And once the referee finishes his count to ten the match is over. The crowd erupts into overwhelming celebratory cheers. 

“And the winner is Abby The Gunslinger Anderson!” the announcer exclaims. 

Everyone rises from the stands, hands in the air and cheering loudly. The Gunslinger is presented with a gold belt, throwing it over her shoulder like a sash. She raises her gloved hands in the air, basking in all the applause. She makes eye contact with you again for the third time. This has to mean something, right?

Before she exits the ring, she winks at you, smiling once more. And with that, she’s gone and while you’re left reeling from the intense eyefucking the crowd starts to leave, moving as a large hoard. 

“Fuck, Tyler! Go find that girl before she leaves!” you say, elbowing him. 

“Really? You’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you out front. Just go talk to her before she leaves,” you say, urging him to go. 

You remain on the bench, waiting for the crowd to dissipate before moving. The night’s events replay in your mind and you’re amazed you had any fun. Though, it’s hard to tell if you had fun because of the boxing or because of subtle flirting from the Gunslinger. Either way, you’d come back for another match. 

Eventually, the crowd disperses and you start to leave, heading to the parking lot to meet Tyler. You’re about to push the door open when a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks. Expecting it to be Tyler you turn around and ask, “Did you get her number or what?”

“Whose number?” 

Except it’s not Tyler. It’s the Gunslinger. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were my friend.”

“It’s just me.”

You’re stunned, mouth opening to speak but no words coming out. 

“Abby,” she continues. 

“Right! That was a good match,” you say, struggling to form a coherent sentence. 

“Thanks,” she chuckles, “I’ve never seen you here before. This your first one?”

“Yes,” you admit. 

“Did you like it?” she asks, raising her arm above her head and leaning against the wall, inching closer to you. She towers over you but you catch a glimpse of what’s behind her— people who are still lingering around, just like you. 

She catches you looking past her and looks over her shoulder. She exhales and says, “Don’t worry about them. Focus on this.”

“Right,” you say with a shaky breath, painfully aware of all the eyes on you. She turns her gaze back to you, blue eyes staring into yours. Now she’s closer you notice the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

“Or I can take you somewhere that’s more… private?”

You pause for a moment, thinking about Tyler before quickly deciding that he’s still talking to that girl. You didn’t get a text from him either. 

“Please,” you say. 

She stands up straighter, removing her arm from the wall and grabbing your hand. She leads you away from the exit doors and towards the hallway she entered, walking right past the group of people who noticed you two in the first place. She holds her head high, not caring about the stares as she brings you to her locker room. 

She shuts the door behind you and immediately presses you up against the wall. She palms your thigh, hand inching up closer towards the hem of your skirt. 

“You didn’t tell me your name,” she says in your ear. You don’t need to see her face to know that she’s wearing a smirk. 

You tell her your name with a shaky breath and she repeats it to herself before saying, “Are you gonna be my good girl?” 

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, a shiver running down your spine. 

She grabs you by the waist, dragging you to the bench and forcing you to sit down. She kneels on the floor, one hand rubbing your inner thigh and the other pushing you so you’re lying down on the bench. You hear her reach for her bag and out of the corner of your eye you spot her grabbing a pair of trainer’s scissors, like the kind used to remove gauze and tape from wrapped hands. She hikes up your skirt and you feel the cold metal slide across your skin as she cuts off your panties.  

“Shit,” you breathe out, feeling her muscular hands pull the fabric off of you. 

“Look at you, already dripping for me,” she says, pulling your thighs apart. “Did you get wet watching me fight?”

“Fuck… Yes, I did,” you admit. 

“Eyeing me up and down like a whore in my own ring?” she says, getting closer to your pussy. She goes to eat you out, mouth hovering over your clit and warm breath sending a shiver up your core. 

“Eyes on me or you don’t get cum. Got it?” 

You rest on your elbows, propping yourself up to get a good view of her face buried between your thighs. Her tongue laps at your pussy, swirling around your clit all while her eyes are on you, watching the way your mouth falls open and the way your chest heaves. Her tongue circles your entrance, nose grinding against your clit as her strong arms wrap around your thighs. Fuck, her arms. The veins bulge from her muscles as she keeps a firm grip on you, keeping you flush against her face while she eats you out. The pleasure builds and for a split second close your eyes. But that just won’t do. 

She stops, pulling her face back slightly and saying, “What did I say, pretty girl? Eyes on me.”

You open your eyes again, meeting her stern gaze before she goes back to licking your cunt. She squeezes your thighs tighter as she flicks her tongue around your clit before sucking it. A loud moan escapes your lips as she brings you to the edge of orgasm. You cum hard against her face, pussy clenching around nothing and thighs shaking under her grasp. She laps up every last drop of your release before letting you go, rising from the floor and reaching for her bag again. 

“Strip for me,” she commands while searching for something. 

You pull yourself off the bench, legs shaking underneath you. As you strip your clothes you watch her grab a black strap-on from her bag. 

“Do you do this with all your groupies?” you tease. 

“Just the pretty ones,” she says, shedding her clothes and putting on the strap, “Now, back on the bench.”

You sit, waiting for further instructions, but instead, she grabs the back of your head and brings you to the tip of her strap. 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock,” she says, stroking your cheek lovingly. 

You open your mouth and take the tip of the strap in your mouth, wrapping your hand around the base. You bob your head up and down, making sure the strap gets nice and slick, all while maintaining eye contact like you know she likes. Her hand continues to caress your cheek as you suck her off, putting effort in like it’s a real cock she can get pleasure from. 

But once she’s decided you’ve done enough, she pulls out of her mouth and pushes you down on the bench. Her strong hands pull your thighs apart again, the tip of the strap aligning with your entrance. Her hands grip your waist as she thrusts into you in one swift motion. You gasp at the sudden length and girth but she brings a hand to the outline of your breast, caressing it before pinching your nipple and saying, “You can take it.”

You nod, looking into her piercing eyes and spreading your legs even wider to accommodate how broad she is. She pinches your other nipple as she draws her hips back and slams into you. Off to your right, you hear people outside the door, shuffling down the hallway. But you’re unable to hold back your moans, not with the way she’s fucking you. 

“Abby, what if someone hears?” you manage to choke out.

“Let them,” she says, thrusting into you harder. 

“Oh, fuck,” you curse, stars dancing in your vision. 

Her hands move to your waist and her strong arms hold you down, her fingers sinking into your skin as she grips you tightly. She pulls you into her all while she thrusts into you. And with one last slam of her hips, you come undone around her, pussy clenching her cock while she fuck you through your release. 

“That’s right. Cum on my cock, pretty girl,” she says, her jaw slack and watching how pretty you look when you cum. 

Once you’re done, she pulls out of you, standing up to take off the strap and get dressed again. You lie there trying to catch your breath and once she’s clothed she kneels by your side, handing you your clothes and saying, “Come to another match sometime.”

She kisses you, hand gripping your grin before she rises from the floor and grabs her bag, leaving you there in the locker room; a naked, shivering mess. 

You sit up and reach for your phone, hastily texting Tyler to tell him you’ll be out front soon. While you wait for his response you notice that your shredded panties are gone, meaning that she must’ve taken them, another kind of trophy for her from this evening. He responds with a thumbs up and you collapse back down onto the bench, giving yourself more time to recollect yourself and replaying the night’s activities in your head. 

Maybe boxing isn’t so bad. 

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