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charliehoennam · 4 months

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Pairing: Louis Bloom (nightcrawler) x F!reader A/N: i blame jake for this. lou bloom is a fucking psycho, stay away from people like him. this is purely fictional, people. this was named out of inspiration from angel by massive attack, so kudos to them as well.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, NON-CON drug use and NON-CON intercourse, unprotected sex (wrap ur willies, kiddies), crime, language, somnophilia. (consent is EVERYTHING, yall. again, this is fictional)

Word count: 5,900+ ( i think this might be the most i've ever written)

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It’s early morning as you’re carrying a box into your newly rented apartment.

Louis is stunned when his eyes land on you, forgetting about the water he’d been using to hydrate his plant until it drips onto his foot and snaps him back to reality.

“Ah, shit” he hissed, quickly lifting the glass up.

Turning his attention back to the window, he watches as you enter the living room. It’d been empty for a long time; he was curious as to who would move in there. All the apartments were pretty much the same. What made this apartment so special was that it was directly across from his. With uncurtained windows, he could look right inside from his.

Hypnotized by you, he’s frozen in place. The feeling is all too foreign for him.

Louis isn’t exactly a social butterfly. In fact, he always found easier to avoid people as much as humanly possible. Not out of fear, but out of disdain. At the height of his career with Video Production News taking off, he strongly believes he’s learned to manipulate normal human emotions which he’s almost never felt.

There’s just something about you that brings out some of those unfamiliar feelings in him and floods him with desire. Attraction surely has a hand in it. No one could deny your beauty, and your body makes only more difficult for him to ignore you.

Infatuated by you, he watches you attentively from the corner of his window. He can’t let you see him. He can’t let you catching him staring at your ass curve as you bend down to pick up a box outside. The leggings you wear provoke him further, outlining your panty on the back and mound in the front.

He doesn’t even know your name yet, but you already have his imagination going wild. It’s almost like you’re calling for him.

With his blood flowing straight down to his cock, he zones out daydreaming about what you’d look like on all fours, bent down with your face buried in his sheets. He thinks about how round your ass would look perched in the air for his gaze; how inviting your pussy would look from behind; how soft your skin must feel despite the goosebumps he’d make you feel.

Such a pretty little thing for him to violate.

His hand seems to have a life of its own as it reaches his crotch, palming his twitching cock over his gray slacks. He knows, right there and then, that he has to have you and his devious mind is already churning with a plan.

He decides to wait until the people helping you - who he assumes are your friend - leave. In the meantime, he times his exit to the precise moment everyone’s in your apartment having pizza to make a quick run to Bob’s Market around the corner.

He needs an excuse to approach you without raising any alarms in your mind. He needs you to feel safe around him; make you think he has only the most genuine interests at heart.

Chocolate chip cookies should do just that. Who doesn’t like chocolate chip cookies?

The warm L.A. sun shines down on him, illuminating his deviant plan. He wonders how he got so lucky to be at the right place, at the right time. He knows he has to do whatever he can to make you his.

No one will love you like he will. No one can take care and protect you the way he can. He would kill for you. How many people could do that without fearing the consequences for you? How many would devote themselves to you and do absolutely anything to keep you, even if he has to harm you?

Entering the store, he wanders around for a minute before opening the refrigerator door and grabbing a package of the ready-to-bake cookie dough. You really should be grateful. You got him baking before he even knows your name.

Fidgeting with his keys in his pockets, he eyes the supply store across the street. A lightbulb lights up in his head with an addition to his plan.

With the cookie dough in a plastic bag, he strolls over to the supply store. The ropes on display make him stop in his wandering stride.

“Not yet,” he tells himself.

Convincing himself to control his impulse, he picks up the silicone putty he came for and purchases it with ease.

“Locked myself out of my car the other day. Gotta make sure to a get copy of it made today, but I also got some errands to run. Life in L.A. never sleeps, does it?”

With his chin tilted down and eyebrows narrowed, his chuckle unsettles the cashier although the poor terrified man nervously smiles back. There is no ignoring the chills Louis gives him.

Unsettling people is in his nature and Louis hasn’t quite learned how to tweak that part of him. He supposes he has to practice his smile a little more in the mirror.

As he arrives back to his building, he overhears one of the guys coming out of the building to collect another box. You’re nowhere in sight thankfully, so he lowers his head and pushes the sunglasses perched on his nose up along its bridge.

Once inside, he heads to the bathroom for a quick piss. As he’s washing his hands, his stoic gaze lifts. He stares at the mirror emotionlessly.

He knows right from wrong. His methods may be questionable, but they’re not done without thought and calculation.

Opening the medicine cabinet, the transparent orange bottle of sleeping pills seems to glow at him. He knows he shouldn’t. It’s morally wrong, but when has moral high ground ever stopped him before?

Tucking the bottle into his pocket, he closes the cabinet before staring at his reflection. He’s determined to do whatever he has to. He needs to have you. This is hopeless love at first sight. Many people wish for love like his.

Once the cookies are baked and cooled off, he’s stood in the kitchen assembling them into the nicest plastic container he owns when he overhears you saying goodbye to your friends down below. He rushes to the window.

If anyone of the people assisting you are in a relationship with you, this would be the time to find out, right? A kiss on the lips or – if the man is anything like the boyfriend you should have – he’d offer to stay and help you unpack. Maybe christen the new home.

Louis doesn’t even realize how he’s holding his breath until it finally fogs the glass when he breathes out. You hug the men one by one. There’s no kiss on the lips. His hopes get higher as he smirks to himself.

Your conversation is distant, but he can hear better after he cracks his window open just a little bit.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay and help you unpack?” Matt asks.

He freezes and deception grows in his chest along with a pang of anger.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You guys have done so much already with the packing and carrying all the boxes.”

“We wouldn’t mind staying longer to help you,” Tyler joins in.

“No, really. I’m good,” you chuckle at their insistence. “I got this, guys. Don’t worry.”

“Alright. Just call if you need anything else. And thank you for the pizza and beer,” Matt smiles at you. “And I’m really sorry about all this mess.”

“Will you stop apologizing? I understand entirely. Just make sure you take care of my best friend and her baby and we’re good” you smirk moving to hug Matt after hugging Tyler. Relief washes over Louis. He concludes they’re only friends.

“I’ll see you later then. Take care.”

You nod and wish the same back to Matt. You watch the boys head out towards their car as you stand in the entrance's doorway.

While you begin unpack in the early afternoon, Louis realizes he needs to wait until it’s early evening for his plan to be precisely timed with the darkness of the night.

The cookies are done and now, he has to wait.

The move was smoother than you’d expected.

You had to move out when your roommate Cara told you she’d be needing more room since she found out she and Matt were expecting a child. With him moving in and a baby to prepare for, the apartment would be even more crowded than it was at the time. And you couldn’t agree more.

It was a sudden bomb, sure, but the fact that they knew that and were willing to do whatever they could to help softened the blow a whole lot. Matt even offered to pay for the entire move, but you couldn’t let them do that. Especially with a baby on the way.

Time was all you asked for and they made sure to give you plenty of it. So, instead, he offered to help with the move physically with the assistance of his younger brother Ty.

Once the brothers drove off safely, you walk back to your apartment. Thankfully, there are only two levels to the condo, and your apartment is on the ground level.

You look around your new home as you think about where to start so you decide to set up your sound system to get some music playing. Music always helps to provide a sense of company and pass the time.

You begin with the bedroom since you figure it’ll take most of your time. Besides, it’d be nice to not have to worry about where you’ll sleep when you’re too tired to continue and decide to call it a night.

Afterwards, you move to the kitchen to start organizing everything into its rightful place. You want to make sure you have your flow down. Coffee powder, filters and mugs go above the coffee maker. Plates, bowls and silverware go near the stove. Glasses go next to the fridge. Dish towels go in the drawer by the sink.

With every item neatly and strategically placed, the feeling of independence blossoms. This is your home now. Your haven. The very air you breathe smells of freedom. You can’t help, but smile as you look around and admire the apartment, although you realize it definitely needs more furniture.

Now that you don’t have to consult anyone anymore about placing artwork on the walls or buying an armchair, you can gradually work your way into giving the apartment a more personal touch.

Soon after you set all the pots and pans in a cabinet below the counter, you hear a knock at your door. You frown as you hesitate for a moment, thinking about who it could be.

Maybe it’s Matt and Tyler coming back to pick something they’d forgotten up. It has to be; you told very few people about your move and even fewer knew your new address. You weren’t expecting to have any guests over either.

So, you walk stealthily quiet towards the door to peer through the tiny peephole.

There’s a man standing on the other side of the door. You don’t know him. You’ve never seen him before, but the plastic container in his hands intrigues your curiosity.

“He’s probably just a neighbor”, you reassure yourself.

Louis notices your shadow casting underneath the door from the other side. The simple fact that you’re already acknowledging his existence has his heart thrumming with adrenaline and excitement, which he forces himself to contain.

“She knows me now,” he thinks to himself.

Watching him glance down at the foot of the door, you realize he must already know you’re at the door. He can see you. At this point, it would just be rude to pretend you’re not home, but you’re not sure who he is.

All you can tell is that he seems pretty attractive through the peephole which isn’t really helpful, but it does entice you to open the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh, hi. I couldn’t help but notice you just moved in earlier today. My name’s Louis. I’m your neighbor. I live in the next building in apartment 3F.”

He doesn’t sound threatening. His voice is actually softer than his appearance. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but something about him gives you the chills and you can’t figure out what or why.

“I’m not a raging psycho killer if that’s your concern,” he chuckles eerily. “I’ve just lived here for a few years. I always bring cookies to new neighbors,” he lies. “Just a modest way to welcome people, I suppose. The city of Los Angeles is harsh enough. Why must we be the same?” he smiles strangely, making for an awkward moment of silence.

“Would you like me to leave them by the door?” he continues.

It’s like he can almost smell your hesitance through the door.

How does he know?

Not wanting to seem rude on your first day on the block, you unlatch the locks on the door and open it up with a tight-lipped polite smile.

God, you look even prettier up close. It’s hard for him to hide his admiration. You could never tell, but he’s battling the impulse to pin you down and fuck you senseless. You’d look so lovely all tied up for him.

You can’t deny he has some of the most beautiful features you’ve ever seen. His clean-shaven face flaunts a few brown freckles. Faded smile lines curve around his long nose and thin rosy lips, making the latter more inviting they already are. His jaw is prominent from his tall, slim build. Large doe eyes as blue as Neptune are framed by a pair of thick eyebrows that makes his gaze even more intimidating. Dimples depress into his hollowed cheeks as he smiles charmingly at you, revealing his perfectly lined teeth.

“Thanks. That’s very thoughtful of you,” you respond with a soft voice, reaching for the container. “I’d invite you in, but my apartment is a mess right now. I’d rather you see it when it’s less chaotic.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he affirmed with a sinister smile. “Like I said, I just wanted to welcome you to the block. If you need help with anything, I’d be more than pleased to assist you in any way possible.”

He looks very friendly and very well-spoke, but you can’t shake how his vacant his eyes seem to be.

Maybe it’s the slightly greasy medium length brown hair parted to the side and tucked behind his ears. Maybe it’s how he towers over you with hunched shoulders and casually scans the apartment behind you between his words. Maybe it’s the outdated button-down shirt he’d worn that made it seem like an attempt at dressing formal.

You’ve only just met the man, but something about him has your squeezing your thighs together. Someone about him draws you in and turns you on in a way that you simply cannot explain.

“Thank you. I will do that,” you assure him. “Sorry, what’s your apartment again?”

“I live in 3F. It’s located in the neighboring building just across.”

“3F,” you repeat making a mental note of his home number. “Yeah, I’ll stop by if I need anything.”

“Please don’t hesitate. I’m always happy to be of service. I will let you return to your previous engagement, I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted anything.” He knows he hasn’t, but he needs you to believe this wasn’t planned. “I look forward to seeing you around, Y/N. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“Yeah, same to you, Mr. Bloom.”

You hold your hand out to shake his. He almost swoons at your formality. Manners mean everything to him, so he reaches out and shakes your hand with gently firm grip.

The veins on his pale hands have your pussy growing wet at the thought of them inside your cunt. You’re sure he could reach your special spot with such long slender fingers. You wonder how many of them you could fit inside your pussy simultaneously.

“Please, call me Lou,” he grins baring his perfect teeth.

“Lou, then,” you smirk correcting yourself. “I will see you around. Thanks again.”

“Enjoy the cookies.”

He turns around with a smile and calmly walk down the hallways towards the exit. His hand burns with the shadowing touch of your hand lingering on his skin.

You close the door behind and lean against the wood with a curious frown. You had expected him to live on the same floor or at least in the same building.

You shake off the thought as you lock your door and admire the cookies he’d brought on your walk back to the kitchen. It really is a kind gesture, one you thought only happened in movies. And you just happen to love cookies.

The pieces of his plan have all been set and now he can only wait.

To make his time useful, he decides to sit and think about every single process of his plan. He cannot be unprepared. There cannot be any surprises.

He starts with the locks and walks to his door, standing still and hollow as he stares at the rusty and faded golden locks. Assuming all the apartments are the same, he closes his eyes to remember the details of your encounter. He remembers hearing a chain slide open and the mechanical twisting click. They appear to be the same as the locks on his door.

He opens his eyes and studies them carefully, thinking about how to get the chain open believing it to be his only obstacle. The twist lock would be easy. His thieving days have been behind him for a while now – his company is doing great enough; he doesn’t have to steal anymore – but breaking and entering is still second nature to him. Picking a lock is hardly a challenge.

Sitting at his computer, he researches ways to unhook the chain. He quickly finds a quick and simple method that doesn’t involve leaving any evidence behind, so he grabs his tool kit and searches for the only two object he needs.

Once he’s confident enough after a few successful attempts from inside his home, he proceeds to lock his door once more and climbs out an open window. With his apartment at ground level, it allows him to climb out with ease. He leaves it open just in case his practice test turns out unsuccessful.

He walks around to the building’s entrance with the kit, a small roll of duct tape and a rubber band.

After successfully picking his twist lock open from the outside this time, he opens the door to the extent of the chain. His long arm allows him to reach inside. Once the rubber band is hooked through a link of the chain, he tapes the other end of the rubber band to the door. That way, when the door closes, the chain slides to the furthest end with the movement, unlocking itself and falling to the side to hang freely.

A grin creeps onto his lips, stretching grimly as pride fills him. Old habits die hard; he giggles knowing he can still be the sneaky thief when he needs to be.

Meanwhile, you decide to indulge on a short coffee break, so once your coffee is made, you sit on your couch to enjoy the sweet treat your new neighbor was kind enough to gift you with.

If he hadn’t already been infatuated by you before, he is now in love with you. He can’t stop thinking about your sweet nature and manners. His heart races as his mind lingers on your smile and the thought of your voice. He’s eager to learn every single detail about you.

Despite being a workaholic, he decides tonight is a special exception because you’re just special like that.

Back inside his apartment, Louis calls his second-in-command of Video Production News to inform his team he won’t be joining them on the hunt for coverage tonight.

“A more important and rather urgent setback has presented itself and, in order to prevent further undesired and unpredicted hindrances, I have to eliminate them now.”

Having worked closely to Louis, his team knew better than question him. His strict tone while reminding them to be on their best behavior only enforces that he is not to be disappointed.

It isn’t even 9 p.m. but you’re feeling beyond exhausted at this point. The coffee you had a couple hours ago was in vain. It seems to have given you the opposite effect.

You try to persist on unpacking, but your body feels so heavy already. It must be from all the exercise of moving. Lifting heavy boxes, walking up a couple flights of stairs, kneeling and standing. It’s been a very busy day and you’re just tired.

You make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Due to the weight your tired limbs and their dragging, you opt to not wash your hair. It would take too much energy that you simply don’t have. You can barely keep your eyes open as you rinse the lathered soap off your body.

You don’t even bother putting on underwear. Just a t-shirt will have to suffice because that’s all you muster before you collapse on your bed.

Its’ cozy embrace enraptures you into a deep sleep and, within seconds, you’re out cold.

Louis watches you exit the bathroom from his window. His breath hitches when he sees you drop your towel on the floor of your bedroom.

The medicine is kicking in as he predicted.

He smirks to himself, proud of his achievement. Excitement floods through him when he notices you didn’t bother much with clothes. That’ll make his job so much easier.

His true self comes forth, shedding him of his friendly – or his attempt at it - facade.

He ties his hair into a small bun behind his head.

He planned this already to make sure he wouldn’t need much. Just his camcorder, latex gloves, a key mold. This may be the first time, but it certainly will not be the last. The last object he takes along is a pocket knife that he strongly hopes he won’t have to use.

His stride is calm though his heart pounds in his chest. He prays the got dosage just right enough so you don’t wake up.

His eyes scan around as he crosses the small courtyard to your building. No one is outside; no one has seen him.

As he reaches your door again, he slides the gloves onto his hands. It doesn’t take him long to enter your apartment with quiet footsteps after all the practice he’s had.

He’s never felt closer to anyone in his life than right now.

The apartment has you all over it. These are your belongings. In a way, he feels as if he’s penetrating his way into your intimacy. The thought is enticing enough to make his cock harden a little in his pants.

He wanders around your new home with his camcorder already filming, opening boxes and cabinets and drawers as he roams. He needs to record every detail about you. What do you like to eat? What are your movie preferences? What music do you listen to? Do you read? Reading is important to him. It is a sign of intellect.

You don’t seem to have any pets. If you had a dog, it would’ve been aware of his presence already. There aren’t any bowls of food and water set out. Much like him, you seem be a loner.

The apartment is much like his. Small enough for one. No bedroom. Just a kitchen near the entrance with a window at the other end. A small bathroom and closet for your clothes.

He wonders what you usually smell like as he enters the bathroom. He finds your shampoo and condition and raises each to his nose. Then your deodorant. And your perfumes. He closes his eyes, admiring how heavenly you smell.

He makes sure to film the label of your perfume to buy one later and spray it against his pillow so he can sleep with the scent of you every night.

Can’t you see how much he loves you?

As he silently makes his way towards your living room, he gulps with anticipation. His palms grow clammy as he stares at you, asleep in your bed.

Despite his excitement, his hand reminds steady as he focuses the filming on you. For a couple moments, he stands at the foot of your bed just watching you sleep.

You look so pretty. So peaceful.

He would slaughter whoever attempted to disturb you. He knows it’s rather ironic, but he’s so captivated by you.

He can’t stay away. He wishes he could climb into your bed; that he could wrap his arms around you, inhale your scent, touch and kiss you over every inch of your body to worship you as you deserve to be worshipped.

That’ll take time, but he will make it happen somehow.

Eventually snapping out of his daydream, he moves to the dresser and pulls open a couple drawers.

The first has your jewelry and accessories. He studies them to better understand your taste hopefully for future reference. He’s encouraged to take a ring, so he could wear it around and take a part of you with him everywhere he goes.

He finds a small one that is big enough to fit on his picky. It’s nothing too special. Just a thin silver band that you happen to have a few of in different size. It would be easy for you to assume it got lost in the move, if you notice it at all.

The second contains what he is looking for: your panties. His eyes grow darker as he rummages through them, picking the sexiest ones to lay out on the wooden surface of the dress to film them better.

The thought of you wearing them for him has his cock hardened completely and leaking with pre-cum. He can feel the wet spot soaking his underwear. He would give anything to have you wear them, rubbing the lacy fabric against his face and cock with your pussy.

He takes turns smelling each of them, inhaling the sweet intoxicating scent of your pussy and fabric softener.

He finds a sexy lacy pair in his favorite color as he sets the panties back in their drawer. That one belongs to him now.

The urge to rub his cock to completion gets harder to control as he tucks the panty into his pocket. A dark thought blooms within his mind as he focuses back on your sleeping figure.

You’re so unconscious that you don’t even feel him lifting the covers. He has to bite his bottom lip when he sees you’re in the perfect position for him.

“Such a little fucking whore. Bet she loves getting rammed. Probably loves doing what Nina rarely ever did,” he thinks to himself.

You’re on your side with the top leg bent up and spread against the mattress. With your other leg stretched out underneath, providing Louis with the perfect shot of your bare pussy.

He lifts his camera to pan the frame slowly onto the sight of your pretty little puffy pussy displayed just for him.

He can’t help but palm his cock through his trousers. He needs to cum. It’s starting to hurt. His balls are just so full and his cock, so painfully hard.

He growls lowly at your exposure and freezes instantly, watching if he woke you up. You don’t stir in the slightest, not even when his long slender fingers gently part your plush lips to spread them open for his private little video.

Licking his gloved fingers, he savors the taste of your cunt and hisses contently. He smiles devilishly when you don’t react to his fingertips slowly probing your entrance. Until the moment you finally turn onto your back, unconsciously spreading your legs even wider.

He wonders if you’re awake and enjoying his little teasing, but judging by your steady breathing, you’re sleeping like a rock.

He licks his lips at the pussy opportunity splayed out in front of him.

His menacing gaze narrows on the sight between your displayed pussy as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down enough to let his cock spring free. He thinks about penetrating you and fucking you with just his tip. Would it wake you up?

He carefully climbs onto your bed and positions himself on his knees between your legs with his camera back in hand. He spits in his gloved hand and gathers his leaking pre-cum to lube his cock up. The slick latex against his skin makes the stroking even easier.

Staring down at your beautiful folds, he wishes he could take his time, but truth be told, he’s so fucking hard already and he needs to get it out of his system.

Your cunt looks so pretty and juicy that he wishes you could use his face as a seat all day.

His cock throbs in his hand as he gently pressed his tips between your folds, pausing only to zoom the camera in on your pussy and his cock now perfectly aligned and connected.

God, it feels so perfect like your pussy was made for his cock. So warm and soft against his. He can’t imagine what you feel like inside. He wants nothing more than to pump you full of his cum until it drips out, just so he could push the leakage back inside with his cock.

The thought alone is enough to get him close. He has to be careful and slow.

He pushes his cock past your pretty lips slowly. With his mouth hanging open in an O, he closes his eyes as he fights back a moan. You feel so deliciously good and tight around him. He doesn’t want to cum to just yet though.

The movement of his hips is slow as he takes his time pushing in and pulling out. He could swear you’re wet, but he assumes it’s just his eager cock.

Carefully setting your legs to drape around his thighs for a better position, his pace picks up a little.

At this point, the friction of his cock and your perfect pussy is audible to him, but it doesn’t seem to even bother you. He doesn’t even care about anything other how deliciously heavenly your cunt feels.

He’s close. So fucking close. He pauses his movement, holding his cock inside your walls to reach up and gently push your shirt up past your chest.

He toys with your exposed tits. He needs to feel you.

Hooking his teeth under the rim of the glove at his wrist, he uses them to remove his hand from the glove. Once it’s tucked into his pockets, he reaches up to continue playing with your breasts.

He licks his lips imagining them wrap around your nipples, suckling and biting your tender flesh to mark you and let everyone know what a whore you are, but most importantly his whore.

He just has to get his mouth on them. They look too irresistible to miss what could be the only opportunity he has.

He sets the camera on the bed beside you to film himself fucking you while simultaneously sucking on your tits, kneading them each in his large hands.

He’s balls deep in your tight cunt now. You must be so damn drugged because your eyes aren’t even moving and your breathing is still steady. Even if you were dead, it wouldn’t stop him for fucking you. He just loves you that much.

After giving your breasts the well-deserved attention, he can’t hold back anymore and believes he doesn’t have to.

If you haven’t woken up by now, then pounding your pussy raw definitely won’t wake you up.

So he grabs the camcorder again and starts fucking you harder and faster like a filthy little slut with his hand groping at your tits, making sure to get your pussy and tits all in one angle.

He wants to watch your tits bounce as he pounds your cunt mercilessly when he jacks off to the video later.

Sliding his hand to your hip to hold you steady, he relishes how the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoes through your apartment.

He wishes you could be awake to scream his name until your neighbors complain with fists to their walls.

It’s all too much.

He soon pulls out just in time to coat your pussy with his pearly white load.

You just look so pretty painted with his cum.

“My Mona Lisa,” he thinks to himself. “That’s what I’ll name this footage.”

Pulling his cock away, he lowers the camera for a close-up of his masterpiece taking his time to get every single angle of the white streaks on your flesh.

Staring intently at your cunt with wide eyes as he films, the feeling that floods him is the same at the one he felt on the night of the car crash in Benedict Canyon. This is another of his greatest accomplishments. He pants with adrenaline.

Curiously, he dips two fingers into his bodily ‘paint’ and toys with it, enjoying how slick your lips feel on his fingers. If he wasn’t so spent right now, he’d go at again and again.

He wonders how he’s going to clean you up now. He made a mess on your pussy. He can’t leave you in this state. It’ll be too obvious when you wake up in the morning.

Setting his camera on your bed to get him in the shot once again, he scoots down your bed and aligns his mouth to your coated pussy.

Snaking his arms under your thighs – letting them dangle over his shoulders – his hands reach your breasts to gently knead them. He wants to squeeze them hard, but he’s worried that might be the final drop that wakes you up.

He doesn't mind that his cum is all over your. It's really an excuse just to get his mouth on your cunt.

He takes his time letting his tongue explore your pussy, swiveling over every mound of your lips and dipping into every valley. Using his fingers to pry your pussy open, he stretches you enough to delve his tongue into your used hole.

He was careful not to cum inside you, but he yearns to taste you.

Deciding you’re clean enough, he carefully removes himself to stand and takes his camera to record each angle of your used naked figure, carefully circling around your room and zooming in your pussy, tits and face.

You look so pretty and innocent in comparison to he violated you.

Taking the advantage of your position, he quickly sets his camera on your nightstand and rushes to the bathroom to find something to clean you up with.

Locating some wet wipes under your sink, he turns the hot water to warm a couple sheets and heads back to clean you up.

He thoughtfully lowers your shirt and covers your body back up. He’s not a complete monster; there is genuine care for you in him.

He kisses your head gently before stepping back to look for any further evidence.

Heading towards the door, he finds your keys handing up on the wall. There aren’t many. Just three. So, he tests each one out to find your apartment key. Once he does, he takes the silicone putty he’d placed in an old and empty Altoids metal container.

He stamps the key into the mold twice, making sure to get both sides of the key perfectly imprinted.

His copy of your key has to be perfect to save time for the next time.

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toasty-melons · 1 year

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hyperventilating rn i need mouth to mouth.. 😏

farm ellie >> 😵‍💫 she’s so wifey

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #elliewilliams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou #tlou2 #farm ellie #lou rants

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drkmgs · 11 months

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Too good at goodbyes

Lou Miller x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, unsure love

story type: one shot

This one was a rush one. My brain just whipped this up, and I couldn't stop writing it. Also, I don't know what direction this was actually going, so I hope it turned out fine.

You must think that I'm stupid You must think that I'm a fool You must think that I'm new to this But I have seen this all before

You aren't stupid. You aren't a fool, and this is definitely not new to you.

You watch Lou leave your side when she finds out about the revenge Debbie is plotting towards her ex-lover, Becker.

You watch them argue. You watch Lou being frustrated and unsure about the revenge plot. You watch your lover – actually more on pursuer be worried about her crush or according to her ex-crush – this right here is the main reason why you haven't accepted her being your girlfriend.

I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So, I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt

"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?" Lou playfully shoved your shoulders as she sits beside you. She noticed how gloomy you looked and wanted to cheer you up. "Yeah. I'm just tired. I'll go to bed. Goodnight, Lou." You gave her a weak smile and walked off towards your room. Her gaze just follows your movements.

"Why don't you talk to her about it, Y/N?" Tammy comforted you as she caught you silently sobbing. "I don't know what to say, Tam. I know they are partner in crime, and I have no right to be jealous because I haven't accepted her yet, and I can't accept her because of how she is now. I know I sound selfish, but I have been hurt before, and I don't want to go through all that again." You cry more.

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad, but it's true

"Could you stop avoiding me?!" Lou snatched your arm to make you stop walking. You stopped walking but didn't face her. "How many times do I have to tell you? Debbie is my best friend and I'm worried about her." She let your arm go. "Best friends? I'm 100% sure best friends don't look at each other like how you look at her, Lou. I'm not an idiot. I know how people look in love." You face her this time.

"You know what? Believe what you want to believe. Talk to me when you can trust my words." Lou said before leaving you standing in the hallway. "Action speaks louder, Lou." You whisper, breaking your heart.

I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes) I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes)

They got all the jewelry and successfully framed Becker. They are all gathered in the loft, drinking champagne and talking about the mission. When Tammy pointed out you're missing. Lou furrowed her eyebrows and looked for you around the loft. Finally, she had the brains to check your room.

It was empty. All of your belongings were gone. There was only a note on your bed.

Dear Lou,

Congratulations to the successful mission. I want you to know that I love you and I'm setting you free. Even though we weren't officially together. You mean so much to me, and it pains me to leave you, but you deserve someone better. Don't worry. I'm not taking this to heart as I'm already used to it.

I'm sorry that I'm too good at goodbyes.

Goodbye Lou.

Y/N.

That's when Lou realized she should have paid more attention to you. Now you are gone.

#lou miller x reader #lou miller x you #lou miller x y/n #lou miller x fem! reader #lou miller #cate blanchett x fem! reader #cate blancett x you #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #carol aird x you #carol aird x reader #carol aird #drkmgsstories

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abbysbunny · 7 months

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Heyy!! I was randomly thinking about a scenario where the reader and Ellie are cuddling on a cold night. The reader's hands are very cold, and Ellie warms them up in various ways. For example, Ellie would use her own hands and her breath or something to warm them up 😭

this is so real my hands are always cold😭

☆

you laid in bed as ellie hugged you from behind, stuffing her face into your neck, she slid her hands down to yours and when she touched them she quickly pulled away, 'holy shit' she cursed and chuckled, you turned around now facing her, 'what's the problem ellie?' she picked up your hands with both of hers, 'these are the problem' you looked at her confused, 'your fucking hands are freezing' you roll your eyes and chuckled, 'ellie they're not that cold you're just a fucking human heater' she rolled you back over and intertwined her hands with yours putting them close to your chest, 'okay now your hands will be warmer' you giggle and kiss the back of her hand, 'thank you ellie, you're a life saver' you laugh and ellie pulls you closer

#lou and anons(⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie x fem!reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader

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sapphicforsarahh · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing! I was hoping you could add me to your tags? And also request a protective/possessive Lou fic? But not violent… 🫶

Thank you 💜

Ofc!!

Here you go!

The Boyfriend

Ship: Lou Miller x Reader

Word Count: 315+

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Lou makes it clear that you’re hers.

Quite regularly the group go out to Lous’ club. It’s cheaper and the bar is generally better, so it’s a no brainer.

“What do you want to drink baby,” Lou stands up from her seat. “Surprise me,” You suggest before she smiles and walks off towards the bar. Tonight it was just you, Lou and Debbie. You and Debbie chatted whilst Lou was away but was soon rudely interrupted by slurring words. “Hi baby, you’re beautiful. How’d you like to join me for a drink,” a man approached you. “Here we go,” you hear Debbie whisper in your ear. “Thank you, but I’m going to have to decline,” you shake your hands and try to dismiss him.

A quick glance back at the bar, and Lou is still there. “I’m sure one drink won’t harm will it?” He persists and moves closer. Hurry up Lou. “I’m sorry but I’m already dating someone,” you answer back. “You have a boyfriend? I don’t see hi-“ He’s soon cut off by a deep Australian accent, “I’m the boyfriend.”

Lou looks him in the eye and scowled at him. “So I suggest you leave, before I throw you on the floor,” she says, placing the drinks on the table and grabbing the back of his collar, pushing him away. He quickly scuttles away, not wanting to be punched. Lou sits down next to you, places her hand on your leg and holds a firm grip to your inner thigh. “Prick,” she mutters before leaning over to grab her drink.

“Lou Miller being possessive, who would’ve thought,” Debbie smirks before taking a drink. “I wasn’t being possessive by all means Deb,” she takes another angry sip. “No, I think you were Lou,” you look her in the eye and smirk. “Whatever, he was harassing you so I solved the issue,” she justifies her actions. Leaning into her neck, you whisper, “It was hot honey.”

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Taglist: @hngover @isle-of-earle @chillinftladygaga @cordeliaswife @aliensaurusrex @angelick1sses @gmtsu @mistysswampmud @thenazwife @ladysc

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

#fanfic #gay #lgbt #cateblanchett #oceans8 #sandra bullock #sandrabullock #cate blanchett #lou miller #loumiller #lou miller x reader #loumillerxreader #y/n #sapphicforsarahh #debbie ocean #debbieocean

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hawaii5-0gurl · 2 years

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Coming for You! Masterlist

(New Header! I like this one more than the old one!)

This is going to be a mini-series... I think...

Paring: Steve McGarrett X Reader Williams

Characters: Everyone... also various OMC & OFC

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Angst, hidden pregnancy, Violence, Language, Kidnapping, Possible (almost) Harm to a Child, Scared Children, Upset/ Pissed off Steve, Upset/ Pissed off Danny, Asshole Ex

(There is more but once again my stupid brain is not working...)

A/n: This was going to originally be Reader X Danny but as I was writing it, it seemed to me that she would fit more with Steve. Or my brain subconsciously decided that this needed to be a Steve story? Who really knows?... So, I just made her a Williams instead.

Summary: After Danny helps his pregnant sister get away from her abusive ex five years ago, Y/n is finally able to have some peace. She has started over. Loving the life she has created for her and her son, that is, until the unthinkable happens.

(I suck at summaries... I will try to come up with something better later.)

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tagging My Ohana and Steve Taglists: Just to let you know

Ohana (Everything)

@camillyb @gurkiloni @wanniiieeee @fanfictionaddiction99 @coffeewithoutcaffeine @darkastartarus @daniig95 @veronicapaula @stephv213 @paintlavillered @peaches-1999 @doloreschanal @jamie2305 @esposadomd @drakelover78

Steve Taglist

@rory-cakes @luckyladycreator2 @iamasimpingh0e

@latasha3398

@hails-halstead @healojane @summer-children @multiplecelebritycrushesat16

@breadsquash @where-thesundoesntshine @isoldeahlstrom @remembered-license @acesgunner95

I CAN’T TAG YOU GUYS- @NattyAssasian @etherealpqrkers

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blitzosblog · 1 year

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Joel Miller

Refuge: You rescue Joel and Ellie, taking the pair in, feelings start to arise between you and Joel, tensions increase, eventually one of you is going to blow 🥰😈 (Coming soon!)

#last of us #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller last of us #joel miller the last of us #lou #tlou #joel miller tlou #video games #fanfic #fanfiction

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starycloudz · 8 months

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Lou x gn! reader/ general headcannons! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

Headcannons for my bbg lou

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

you know in the last chapter of cod the boys got transported into the human realm, well I thought "well, what if Lou was here?" and I wrote these headcannons for this idea! :D

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. When you and Lou first got teleported to the human realm, Lou was confused when you guys were in your home.. in the human realm.

. He was quite surprised! I mean, first he was fighting off the bad guys, and how just like that POOF! He was in your home..yay.?

. While he gets costumed to life on earth, Lou comforts you, while trying to find a way back, so you can save everyone else.

. Lou doesn't understand microwaves...or anything electronic.

. You show Lou all types of fashion, he likes seen/emo the most! (Lou definitely looks good in seen/emo clothes)

. Also, is surprised that apples are red, instead of blue, also unicorn and dragons don't exist??! How unfortunate..

. You show him all types of human world recipes! Like potatoe soup!

. You also take him our to see around the place where you live! (He didn't understand that you can't just cross the road so he almost got run over...)

. Sometimes, early in the morning, when your still sleeping in your shared bed. Lou just sits on the couch and pets your cat and watches tv.

. You guys take baths/showers together! \(≧∇≦)/

. He also help you cook. (He's not good at it though...)

. He also starts to like Sanrio, like how can you not love these adorable little guys?? :3 (his favorite is Gudetama)

. Likes cooking shows the most.

. Likes watching the sun rise and fall, it's so peaceful for him.

. He also likes doing mundane things with you. Like shopping for groceries, cleaning your (now shared) home, and going on walks!

. He tried to use his magic but it doesn't work.. (Idk if magic works in the human realm lol)

. He definitely misses his familiars though. Sometimes he wonders what there up to.

. Over all, he's excited to see what your world has to offer, but sometimes he misses his world.

☆°.___________

Lol I thought I'd give my bbg Lou some love ♡

Also I hate school grrrr 😡

#fan fiction #x reader #fanfic #y/n #court of darkness #court of darkness lou #hes so babygirl #otome #otome game

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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hii. I’m new here but I really love your writing so decided to leave a request! I don’t know if you write for x reader so if you don’t please ignore this. If you do here’s my request, I was wondering if you could write something where fem!reader have been in a relationship for a long time and Lou knows how bratty reader can get. So one day reader has just been being a brat all day for know reason and Lou and sick of it and punishes them?

Thank you so much ❤️ Check out this prompt below!

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ellieswyfe · 10 months

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Hood Connie Tales PT 1

(#hood connie being so sweet to his princesa 😍🫶🏾)

warnings: gun kink??, puerto rican connie, riding, daddy kink, chocking, mention of drugs and guns. (this is so nasty yall) 😂 MDNII!!

mood song (luv this song)

Hood Connie who picks you up at random ass times in the a.m 🤦🏾‍♀️. his light grey 2023 ford mustang BLASTING down your street. whether it be the music or the loud sound of his exhaust, you can always tell when he arrives. (your neighbors have complained multiple times)

Hood Connie who has a nice ass car, all blacked out with dark tinted windows, vegan leather seats, and dark blue leds, paired with red stitching all customized by him. which always smelt like a nice cologne mixed with a low, deep, weed smell. he even got your initials hand sewn into the passenger seat headrest.

Hood Connie who greets his baby with a loong kiss, sucking on your tongue and whining softly when you pull away. “c’mere girl,, wasn’t finished..”he says in a deep husky tone, closing his eyes and drawing you in for another kiss.“babyy stawpp” you giggle pushing at his chest, eventually giving into his kisses.

Hood Connie who when pulling out of your driveway, does that sexy thing where he puts his arms on the back of your seat and leans in his, so he can look in his back window, the hairs on his chin look gruff, like he hasn’t shaved ina while.

Hood Connie who pulls up to the nearest McDonalds (the only thing opened at the time) and orders you whatever you want off the menu. he always makes sure you eat even throughout the day while he’s at work.

Hood Connie who works as a mechanic and sometimes sells with his bro eren in his freetime. he doesn’t do it often but still makes hella money off of it when he does.(which ofc he uses to spoil you...and his car)

Hood Connie who isn’t too far into the drug business but still totes a heavy, black, glock 19 since he still has hella opps. opps who would go out of their way to try and hurt his girl and he wont be having that.

Hood Connie who pulls up to yalls favorite spot. a hidden lake that not too many people know about, which is only really used for fishers and kayakers but still hosts a beautiful view, which is even better a night with the stars twinkling off of the glistening dark water.

Hood Connie who lets you eat in silence before he starts to talk. “so wassup mami? did you need something, you seemed worried when you called…” his voice trailed off, he knew what was wrong he always does. its just that finals week was coming up and you were so stressed with all the studying and pre exams, youve had no time to spend with him. 🥺

Hood Connie who is not the slightest bit surprised when you swing your leg over the middle console and straddle him as if you’ve done it a million times before. wrapping your arms around his waist while leaning into his gun print sitting on his hip, and digging your face into his neck. he smelt good- really good.

Hood Connie who rocks you back n forth feeling up and down your thighs to squeezing your ass. when he hears your meek voice asking him to do the thing.. constance knows exactly what to do.

Hood Connie who reaches for his glock and caresses it on your cheek. when he feels ready he prods the tip on your plump lips until you open up. staring into your low hazy eyes, you begin to suck on the nozzle. sliding the underside of your tongue up and down, admiring the rifts and ridges.

Hood Connie who praises you all the way while you suck on his glock. “there ya go..suck on that shi good princesa.” and “good girl always doing what daddy says.” which makes him get uber hard when he hears you loudly moan for his praise.

Hood Connie who as your salivating on his gun, starts to touch on your pussy. you wore nothing but a hoodie and slides. connie was surprised to feel there was no kind of cloth clothing your core and he could immediately feel your wet sticky pussy, which was yearning for his touch. “please touch me papa..hurts there..” you whine sliding your lips off his glock now.

Hood Connie who lets his princess ride his dick while he holds up his glock to your head, chocking you.

“ooo..o-oh shit baby- so deep.” you sob while he thrusts up once again, continuing his brutal attacks on your pussy.

Hood Connie who might not last with the way your gripping and creaming around him, a white ring forming at his base. “ungh...oh fuck- dios mioss..chupando mi mierda bien..” he damn near screams feeling your cunt cleanch on him- hard this time letting him know your close.

Hood Connie who times his nutt perfectly, to be in sync with yours. he watches as your brows furrow and your mouth opens to form an “o” not even a drop of sound leaving those lips- until he hears a meek “ooo..o- shit daddy..ungh cummingg.” the grip you have on his dick almost making it impossible for him to pullout in time, cumming on your belly.

Hood Connie who carries wipes and aftercare supplies in his car, cleans you up and makes out with you.you continuing to straddle him for about an hour more till you fell asleep.

Hood Connie who stops by the corner store before dropping you off. leaving you sleeping in the car for a quick minute so he can get some of your favorite snacks.

Hood Connie who drops you off and is elated to hear that you passed your exams next evening, all thanks to him 🫶🏾🩷.

#aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x you #aot x y/n #connie x reader smut #connie x black reader #connie x black y/n #aot connie #connie springer #connie smut #hood connie #lou writes #connie x you #connie x y/n #puerto rican #puerto rican connie #SoundCloud

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imagines-1directioner · 2 years

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Painful love - with Louis Tomlinson

Situação: noivo!Louis Tomlinson x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 3017

Pedido: oieee, vc poderia fazer um imagine, com o liam ou louis, onde o casal tá brigado e a s/n se machuca (tipo torce o pé ou quebra o braço) e não pede ajuda ao mino, nem mesmo fala, ele descobre depois quando um amigo liga perguntando como ela tá e ele fica puto, chateado, preocupado e carinhoso???

N/A: Adorei muito escrever esse imagine, principalmente por ser fora dos padrões. Optei por fazer com o Louis, porque assim que li o pedido minha cabeça idealizou imediatamente esse serzinho em todo o contexto hahaha. Espero que você goste, meu bem! Obrigada por enviar a ideia e aproveite a leitura ❤️

Curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

- Viu só como você é insensível?

- Ah, S/N! Faça me o favor! Eu não disse nada demais, pelo amor de Deus.

- Nada demais? - a indagação saiu junto de uma raiva incrustada na frase dita pela mulher. - Você disse que a cerimônia do nosso casamento é perda de tempo!

- E estou mentindo?

- Sim! - exclamou ao mexer os braços. - Claro que sim! Como você quer casar sem uma cerimônia, Louis?

- Eu estou falando dessas cerimônias tradicionais que demoram horas. É uma chatice só! Existem outras bem mais rápidas e modernas.

- Exatamente por esse motivo que você é um insensível! - Louis revirou os olhos e cruzou os braços. Aquela reação fez com que o sangue de S/N fervesse. - Você não está nem aí pelo significado do casamento, pelo momento íntimo que sentiremos e pela emoção da cerimônia. Tem toda uma história por trás dessa “chatice”. A nossa história! E você não está dando a mínima pra isso! Você só quer se casar para acabar com a merda de contrato e ganhar dinheiro em cima disso. - no segundo que Louis escutou o motivo pelo qual S/N alegava ser o principal para ocorrer o casamento na visão dele, o moreno a encarou sério e bastante chateado.

- Não bote palavras na minha boca.

- Foi você mesmo quem falou essas besteiras.

- Eu nunca disse que queria me casar para ganhar vantagem. Não envolva assuntos profissionais com pessoais, S/N.

- Então por que você quer uma cerimônia rápida e moderna? Por que não quer curtir um momento único e especial da nossa vida?

- Porque eu acho chato. - a mulher riu sarcástica. Ela não acreditou que ele realmente respondeu às perguntas que para ela não existiam alternativas a não ser a frase “é claro que eu quero ter esse momento com você, amor.”

- Inventa outra, vai.

- Você quer que eu diga o quê? É claro que um casamento rápido me ajudaria a reconquistar o meu dinheiro que está nas mãos daquele idiota que um dia um chamei de sócio.

- Então você está pensando nessa porra de contrato em primeiro lugar e me deixando em segundo plano? Ótimo!

- Quer parar de falar por mim? Que caralho! - definitivamente ele estava perdendo a paciência. - Não vem dar uma de maluca para cima de mim não, que eu conheço bem o seu joguinho.

- Que joguinho? Tá me chamando de manipuladora?

- Olha isso! - após mais uma vez em que a noiva fazia acusações sem fundamentos sobre o rapaz, Louis explodiu e perdeu a cabeça. - Você endoidou! Está dizendo coisas que eu nunca falei! Não tem como conversar com você, S/N. - o moreno deu as costas para ela, descendo as escadas com pressa e indo em direção a porta de entrada. - Simplesmente não dá! - Tomlinson não era do tipo de fugir de discussões, ele sempre preferiu resolver os problemas no instante que surgiam. Porém naquele dia em específico o rapaz havia acordado com o pé esquerdo e seu temperamento estava instável. A situação de S/N não era muito diferente de seu noivo, visto que os preparativos para um casamento perfeito estavam sendo estressantes até mesmo para ela, que adora organizar evento. Além disso a mulher simplesmente odiava quando a deixavam sozinha no meio de algo importante. E aquela discussão era um assunto muitíssimo importante para ela. Sendo assim a garota o seguiu rapidamente, murmurando brava.

- Você vai mesmo bancar uma criança birrenta e sair batendo pé? - S/N atacou em um tom de voz alto já que a rapidez dos passos do moreno fizeram com que ele sumisse do ponto de visão da noiva e alcançasse a porta em questão de segundos. Quando ela estava na metade dos degraus, o som do molho de chaves foi ouvido, fazendo com que a garota acelerasse o passo. A pressa em prender Louis em casa foi tanta que S/N tropeçou em um dos degraus no instante que o moreno bateu a porta com força. O pé direito da pobrezinha virou para o lado esquerdo com força, fazendo com que o tornozelo - tentando de toda a forma manter-se inteiro - acompanhasse o efeito ação e reação. A dor chegou de forma instantânea, como se algo lá dentro tivesse sido rasgado. A perda de equilíbrio veio segundos depois que o músculo sentiu a torção e a garota foi parar no chão. Por sorte S/N estava no fim da escada, havia pisado no penúltimo degrau quando a lesão aconteceu. No entanto a queda foi feia, deixando um roxo no joelho esquerdo e um galo baixo na extremidade direita da testa, visto que seu reflexo sequer pensou em cobrir o rosto quando encontrou o chão.

- Aí, porra! - gemendo de dor S/N permaneceu esticada no chão e socou o piso ao sentir todas as dores - e raiva - de uma só vez. Seus olhos espremeram-se e a vontade de chorar invadiu de leve seu corpo. Contudo a garota respirou fundo por quinze segundos até controlar suas emoções e tomar coragem para encarar o tornozelo. Logo que os olhos enxergaram a região, ela viu o inchaço crescer quase que imediatamente. E ao tentar voltar a se colocar de pé novamente, uma das pernas bambeou e uma dor persistente foi sentida no tornozelo ao sustentar o peso do corpo. - Merda! - S/N realmente percebeu que a gravidade da lesão era no mínimo preocupante quando caiu de novo. Durante cinco minutos ela se permitiu chorar. Nitidamente era um choro de raiva, com um toque grande de incômodo. Em sua mente ela xingava o namorado de todas as formas existentes até retomar a postura e tentar pelo menos sentar-se no sofá. Em um pé só a moça saltou até o móvel cinza e almofadado, jogando-se nele até que a dor mais forte cessasse.

Foram necessários trinta minutos para que a ardência interna diminuísse, porém o inchaço no local aumentava como se fosse mágica e uma parte estava arroxeando.

- Não acredito nisso.. - chateada e levemente assustada S/N balançou a cabeça negativamente e levou a mão até a testa, dando um pequeno gemido de incômodo quando pressionou o galo. No mesmo instante ela escutou seu celular receber algumas mensagens seguidas, em cima da mesinha de centro. Agradecendo pelo aparelho estar ao seu alcance, S/N apenas esticou um pouco o tronco a fim de verificar quem era.

Louis, após sair de sua casa completamente sem rumo, andando pelas calçadas do bairro sossegado naquela tarde de sábado, sentia sua cabeça pesada e sendo metralhada por pensamentos. A história do casamento e dos problemas sérios que envolviam seus negócios, os quais tiravam seu sono há boas semanas, deixavam o rapaz louco. E a discussão com a noiva apenas piorou as coisas. O moreno passou no mínimo uns quarenta minutos andando até encontrar uma praça praticamente vazia e sentar-se em um dos bancos, permanecendo por ali por alguns bons minutos. Embora ele estivesse em outra realidade, pensando em tantos assuntos e preocupado com tantos outros, Louis foi retirado da mesma ao escutar seu telefone tocar.

Ligação On*

- Alô?

- E aí, irmão! - era Liam do outro lado da linha. No instante que o rapaz escutou a voz do amigo lembrou-se imediatamente de que havia prometido emprestar sua guitarra a ele esse fim de semana. Contudo, em meio há tantos problemas sem solução, Tomlinson esqueceu do combinado com Payne.

- Porra, cara.. já até sei porque está me ligando. - falou meio sem jeito enquanto coçava a cabeça.

- Bom, então já vou te tranquilizar dizendo que conversei com a S/A e expliquei que não conseguiria buscar a guitarra hoje.

- Por que não?

- Minha irmã e meu cunhado resolveram viajar de última hora e estou de babá. - aquela frase dita por Liam fez o amigo expressar uma risadinha. - Estou indo buscar meu sobrinho na casa deles e depois vamos ao cinema.

- Mas pode buscar a guitarra à noite, não tem problema.

- Vão estar em casa amanhã à tarde?

- A princípio sim.

- Então eu passo aí amanhã. Aproveito e já dou um oizinho especial pra S/A. - ao escutar aquela frase incomum Louis franziu o cenho e não entendeu por que raios Liam daria um ‘oizinho especial’ para sua noiva. - Falando nisso, como ela está?

- Bem.. ela está bem. - o moreno respondeu com muita desconfiança.

- Ela já está conseguindo andar?

- Por que ela não conseguiria? - novamente a desconfiança e agora confusão saiu na pergunta.

- Porque o tornozelo dela parece uma batata. - Payne respondeu como se fosse óbvio, e até soltou um riso.

- Do que você tá falando, Liam?

- Do tornozelo torcido dela, ué.

- Ela torceu o tornozelo? Quando? Aonde?

- Como assim você não sabe que sua noiva se machucou? Vocês estão brigados, é?

- Não vem ao caso. - cortou de forma grosseira, não por querer mas sim porque ele estava preocupado exclusivamente com S/N. - Eu.. eu preciso desligar. Depois a gente se fala.

Ligação Off*

Louis sequer deixou o amigo falar qualquer coisa que fosse, e quase que de imediato desligou o telefone, voltando para a casa rapidamente.

Ao abrir a porta, ele encontrou sua noiva desacordado no sofá, seu corpo na horizontal e a região torcida apoiada no braço do sofá, longe de qualquer objeto - ou o próprio corpo da garota - para que nada encostasse na parte inchada e com um coloração roxa bem visível.

A televisão se encontrava ligada, então Louis concluiu que a garota estava dormindo. Contudo estranhou o fato dela não ter despertado devido ao barulho da chave, porta fechando ou mesmo os passos do rapaz. Quando o moreno de fato a encarou e sacudiu de leve o ombro de S/N, percebendo que a garota não acordava, ele se desesperou.

- S/N.. Ei.. Acorda.. - nem mesmo uma cutucada mais profunda abriu os olhos dela. O coração de Louis batia de forma frenética diante daquele momento assustador em que sua noiva não estava em seu estado normal. Sua cabeça já imagina o pior cenário, entretanto a parte racional se manteve firme, fazendo com que pegasse um pouco de água para molhar o rosto da garota a fim dela voltar. Louis trouxe consigo uma toalha azul úmida com água da torneira do banheiro e passava no pescoço e rosto de S/N. Aquela sensação gelada fez com que a moça despertasse devagar e aos poucos abrisse os olhos, tranquilizando seu noivo.

- Graças a Deus! - respirou aliviado.- Você esta bem, amor? - S/N assentiu após um suspiro profundo. - Te encontrei desmaiada, S/A.. - comentou preocupado. - Tem certeza que está bem?

- Eu só estava dormindo.

- Não estava. Eu te chamei várias vezes, te cutuquei, sacudi e nada de você acordar.

- Talvez minha pressão tenha baixado.. - falou com a voz quase que inaudível e levando a mão até a cabeça ela fechou os olhos, visto que a dor no tornozelo retornou.

- O que está sentindo agora?

- Sono..

- E esse tornozelo? Como você fez isso? Por que não colocou um gelo?

- Porque eu simplesmente não consigo sair daqui. - respondeu ríspida e brava. Louis sequer retrucou. Ele sentia-se culpado por ter deixado a noiva sozinha e machucada por horas.

- Eu já volto. - de modo calmo o rapaz foi em direção a cozinha, pegando no congelador a bolsa de gel para diminuir o inchaço e alguns analgésico a fim de aliviar a dor que sua garota sentia. - Aqui, esses dois compridos vão ajudar. - S/N, emburrada, pegou as pílulas e o copo de água oferecido pelo noivo e tomou a medicação. Enquanto isso, Louis enrolou a bolsa de gel na toalha que havia pego anteriormente e assim depositar cuidadosamente no tornozelo de S/N, a qual resmungou quando sentiu a superfície fria em contato com a parte lesionada. - Desculpa.. - respondeu ao gemido de dor dela com uma careta. Quando ele pressionou devagar a bolsa em certo local a garota sentiu um alívio, acreditando ser ali o ponto que a estava incomodando. - Está melhorando?

- Um pouco.. tá muito gelado. - o moreno entendeu aquilo como uma ação para retirar a bolsa dali por pelo menos cinco minutos. E assim ele fez, percebendo que o inchaço estava realmente diminuindo. - Está com fome? - S/N apenas assentiu e ele sorriu de modo fofo para ela. O rapaz notou que a garota estava baixando a guarda diante da discussão horas atrás. Ele sabia que uma hora ou outra o assunto voltaria à tona, porém Louis achou melhor prolongar o inesperado e tentar de alguma forma se redimir por ter abandonado sua noiva em um momento em que ela necessitava dele.

Da cozinha ele preparava um sanduíche caprichado, com tomate, alface, azeitona, queijo, presunto e maionese, cortando o pão de forma no meio, formando triângulos, os quais foram colocados em um prato verde. No copo de vidro pego por ele dentro do armário havia suco de laranja fresco, e o rapaz aproveitou as frutas vermelhas congeladas para colocá-las em um bowl pequeno, com aveia e leite.

Quando pronto Louis levou todo o lanche em uma bandeja de madeira com apoios. No entanto viu que S/N precisava de ajuda para se sentar e então deixar a bandeja nas pernas.

- Quer ajuda?

- Não.. eu consigo. - e ela realmente conseguiu. O moreno soltou um sorrisinho e depositou a bandeja no colo dela, que logo começou a comer. Como ele não queria atrapalhar ou muito menos tocar no local machucado, o rapaz sentou-se no chão e novamente - com cuidado - colocou a bolsa de gel menos gelada dessa vez no tornozelo de S/N.

- Como você fez isso?

- Tropecei na escada enquanto corria atrás de você. - a culpa que ele sentiu tornou-se pior depois daquela resposta. - Caí no instante em que você bateu a porta feito um adolescente mimado. Não ouviu?

- Não..

- Ou será que fingiu que não ouviu porque estava bravinho demais para me encarar?

- Você acha que eu sou quem? Seu inimigo? A pessoa que te odeia? - ela ficou quieta. - Por que eu tô começando a achar que você acredita que eu só quero o seu mal. - os olhos da garota baixaram e ela preferiu tomar um gole do suco do que dizer alguma coisa. Ela sabia que estava passando dos limites com ele. - Por que você está me tratando assim? Como se eu não ligasse para você. - novamente Louis não obteve resposta. Agora era ela quem estava sentindo-se culpada. - Eu soube que você estava machucada pelo Liam, S/N. - disse um tanto quanto incomodado com aquilo. - Me chateou muito saber que você preferiu avisar ele do que a mim.

- Eu não avisei a ele. Apenas contei o que aconteceu porque ele me mandou mensagem. - contou com a voz amena. - Mas eu sei que tenho sido dura com você.. Me desculpa por isso..

- Eu te fiz alguma coisa?

- Não, é só que.. parece que você não está afim de estar comigo ultimamente. - respondeu receosa.

- O quê? É claro que não. Só estou um pouco estressado. - Louis repensou e decidiu ser sincero. - Um pouco não, eu estou muito estressado. - respirou fundo. - Sei que você odeia esse assunto mas a situação da empresa está realmente mexendo comigo.

- Eu entendo. Percebo que não dorme há dias e fica rolando de um lado para o outro na cama. Sabe que pode desabafar comigo, não é?

- Não quero perder tudo que eu conquistei para o Simon, S/A.. - Tomlinson iniciou, demonstrando insegurança e ansiedade em sua voz. - Tenho medo de demorarmos para te colocar como minha sócia em toda a papelada e ele roubar todo o meu esforço e dedicação que foram construídos ao longo de todos os anos que eu passei para me tornar o responsável pelo meu sucesso.

- Isso não vai acontecer.

- Como você sabe?

- Porque iremos nos casar o mais rápido possível. - respondeu decidida e Louis franziu o cenho.

- Como assim? E a sua preparação perfeita para o cansamento que sempre sonhou?

- Eu abro mão dela por você. - apesar dele ter achado extremamente fofo e apaixonante o feito de sua noiva, e até soltar um sorriso bobo, Louis não poderia aceitar aquela alternativa.

- Não, eu não vou tirar essa paixão de você.

- Está tudo bem, amor.

- Eu sei o quanto esse casamento significa para você e para a sua família. E quero que saiba que significa muito para mim também. - juntou as mãos nas dele. - Sinto muito por não ter dado tanta atenção como esse momento merece, mas quero que saiba que meu amor por você não mudou. Eu te amo com todo o meu coração e o que eu mais quero é poder te ter como minha esposa e então receber a prova mais bonita de amor que poderia me dar, apenas pelo fato de você aceitar que eu te faça feliz pelo resto da vida. Então sim, nós teremos o casamento que você quer, e eu farei de tudo para estar mais presente em cada detalhe, tudo bem? - S/N tinha os olhos marejados e sentiu sua alma ser preenchida por uma sensação e sentimento que só aquele homem podia-lhe causar. O mais puro e verdadeiro amor correndo pelas suas veias era tão gostoso e gratificante que ela nem imaginava desejar alguém diferente. Sendo assim, em sua cabeça ela deveria retribuir o bem que Louis trazia para sua vida.

- Podemos casar no papel semana que vem, apenas nós dois e nossos pais, e mais para frente fazemos a cerimônia, o que acha?

- Você não se importa de adiantarmos o casamento civil?

- Não, meu bem. Eu imagino que esteja complicado toda a situação com o Simon e que o processo de divisão de bens seja demorado. Eu não quero te ver sofrer por tanto tempo apenas por um capricho meu.

- Acha que seu tornozelo vai estar bem até lá? - por um segundo S/N esqueceu que não estava nem um pouco bem para andar e encarrou o tornozelo torcido.

- É mesmo..

- Bom, a gente resolve isso depois que você melhorar.

- Mas e a empresa?

- Você é bem mais precioso que qualquer negócio meu. E a saúde da minha esposa vem em primeiro lugar.

- Quase esposa. - corrigiu entre sorrisos meigos que expressavam felicidade.

- No meu coração você sempre teve esse posto.

- De sua esposa? - ele afirmou com a cabeça.

- E outro ainda melhor.

- Qual?

- O de amor da minha vida.

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angel part 2

pairing: louis bloom x f!reader

summary: louis and his newfound crush slip deeper into their attraction after the 'wet dream'.

warning: this fic contains dark themes such as stalking, dubcon/noncon, smut and others. Read at your own risk. 18+ ONLY.

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The early morning sunlight begins to stream into your room. Its beaming warmth stirs you from your deep slumber.

Your head is pounding. The room feels it's still spinning around you and your mouth is drier than a desert.

Water would be really good right now, but you're not ready to get up yet. Your limbs still feel heavy and sore.

As consciousness slowly permeates back into you, you realize the soreness concentrates down between your hips. You lay in bed and think back to the dream you had.

You're riddled with confusion. You've had plenty of hyper realistic dreams before, but this felt different.

It felt so real and so good that you wish it had been real. You brush it off deciding to believe you're just so hung up on your neighbor. Being single for as long as you have been, his kind gesture and his piercing blue eyes are incredibly hard to not find so attractive.

You could still feel his warm breath on your skin. His hands felt soft and rough altogether gliding over your supple thighs and groping at your breasts. The memory of his wriggling tongue in your pussy already has it growing wet again.

You must've been really wet in your sleep judging by the stickiness on your sex. It seemed sort of clean; it must have rubbed against your bed sheets or something. It explains the small crusty stains on the cotton fabric.

Looks like you'll be doing laundry today. You needed to anyways. The stack of dirty clothes that you'd been ignoring during the packing process has piled up.

Louis watches you stir around in your bed from where he's stood behind his dull green curtains.

"So pretty even when you wake up," he thinks to himself.

He's so hypnotized by you, he doesn't even look down at the bowl of cereal in his hands as he eats calmly wondering if you know.

He watches your hand slide down between your legs to feel around, blissfully unaware as you search for any residue in your sore pussy.

His stare is relentlessly fixed on you. He can't look away, not that he even wants to. His heart drums faster in his chest along with his thoughts.

Does she know? Did she wake up? Is she going to touch herself? Did she enjoy it?

Inebriated with intrigue and curiosity, he stands frozen with one wide creepy eye peeping out from behind his curtain.

His mouth dries with anticipation, hoping you would touch yourself at the thought of being fucked by him. He can almost hear his blood rush in his head as his breath catches in his throat. He wishes he could hear every sound you make.

Lou doesn't even notice he's holding his only breath as you investigate your body, running a hand over your sore breasts and swollen pussy, when he sets his cereal down on the flower table by the window.

"I can't believe it," he thinks to himself. "That little filthy whore liked it. Can't get enough. Just the way I like it."

While you're asking yourself how this came to be, wondering if your little wet dream became a masturbating sleepwalking session, Lou's got his pants and belt open to unleash his heavy twitch dick.

With every recollection of your soft skin, the taste and the warmth of your pussy, his precum oozes from his domed head, allowing himself to smear it over his veiny member adding to the lube of his spit.

He can imagine how sweet your moans must sound. He would give anything to hear them while defiles your innocent body, plundering for the mind-numbing high.

It brings him to the idea of setting up cameras in your apartment, which doesn't sound so bad.

How come I hadn't thought of that before? He questions himself mentally, being the perverted voyager that he is.

He makes a mental note to plan that later. His mind is too impaired to churn out the details for that. Right now, all he can focus on how your hand is still between your legs.

As you think back to every possible explanation, your mind seems to only concentrate how realistic your dream felt.

You could smell the musky cologne of his body. You could feel his cock pushing and pulling in and out of you. You could feel his tongue wiggle between your folds once he was done pounding it ruthlessly.

The more you think about it, the more you ache for your neighbor.

The thought of him fucking you into your mattress drives you reach your heavy arm to your nightstand and pull out your vibrating friend.

The soreness of your limbs and the throbbing headache aren't enough to silence your pussy's craving. And it yearns for Lou.

Lou watches with a dry mouth hung open as you grind the humming cock against your pussy, drenching it with your slick to push it in.

You lick your lips and moan as you let the vibrator tease your clit, imagining Lou's face so clearly hovering over you as his dick penetrates your cunt.

The thought of the heavenly sounds your bodies would make as his hips snap against your sweaty hot skin.

You imagine threading your fingers into his silky hair as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue invading your core. The intensity of his thick-browed gaze up at you, gripping you with greedy hands and hunger as his mouth works it's wonder on you.

The watch on Lou's wrist rattles softly in the quiet of his apartment as he tugs his dick; his only little compliment to your performance.

With your legs spread wide, you push the vibrator into your slick slit and begin fucking yourself into your own bliss.

You're so fucking horny and drenched that the squelch of your pussy overcomes the vibrations of your toy. You're so hungry for cock and so pretty unknowingly putting yourself on display, holding one leg back to your chest as you fuck your pussy.

You're moaning, gasping and kneading your breast while Lou struggles to not cum just yet.

He wants to wait to cum with you. He wants to cum together because you're his. You were meant to be his and you have to cum together. He needs to feel - or at least pretend enough - that he's right back in your vice of a cunt, dicking you down raw.

His breath hitches as you get closer together and closer and closer until the pulling tension finally snaps in your cores, sheathing you both euphoric waves of pleasure.

"Fuck," he sighs looking at the curtains he'd just stained with ribbons of pearly white cum.

He really needs you again.

He wants more. He'll always want more.

Looking back out the window, he sees you slowly getting to walk to the bathroom and exit from view. He correctly assumes you've gone for a shower, but he needs another round.

With the camera hooked up to the tv, he finally sits back on his couch with your panties in hand. He presses play and begins to watch his work of art from the previous night, he threads his cock into your panties and begins to stroke his length.

He takes a bit of time to notice all the little intimate details of your home that reflect your tastes. Stroking his softened cock to its hardened state again, he makes notes of most of the things you love.

What a lucky little angel you are. He should be watching the news to see what his team's managed to capture without him. Yet here he is, prioritizing you. Worshipping you. You just don't know how truly special you are...yet.

Louis's head falls back as the vulgar images and sound lull him into bliss.

He remembers how pretty you looked. So exposed just for his eyes. All and only his even if just for a while.

Louis's chest heaves as he stares at the TV. You look so peaceful in your sleep. He wonders if he'll ever get to sleep beside you.

While Lou jacks his cock off to the dirty homemade video with your panties hooked around his cock, the fresh scent of the dark brew in your coffee pot wafts through your apartment, infiltrating your bathroom as you wash yourself in the shower.

The warm water rinses away the soreness of your body as you sit on the ground under the running shower.

You close your eyes to enjoy the soothing calm of the shower. Your mind begins to wander. What is it about him that has you so hung up on him?

Sure, he's attractive. He's no LA fitness model. Just a thin, young man with a deadly smile, luscious brown lock and piercing unyielding eyes that could burn a hole tight through you.

He looked fairly common, but there was still something there within that brought a chill up your spine until the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

To be entirely honest, you can't tell if you're attracted to him or scared of him. But whatever it is, it's pulling you like a magnet.

As he waters his treasured flower, he notices across from his window that you're gathering clothes and bedsheets, preparing a laundry basket as you nestle the laundry soap and softener upon the piled fabrics.

He sees this as an opportunity to get closer to you presenting itself. And given the mess he's made on the curtains and your stolen panties, he knows it'll have to be laundry day for him as well.

The complex you share has a community laundromat for the tenants. He presumes that's where you're going, he needs to get there before you do. He needs you to think it's all a mare coincidence.

He watches you wide-eyed as you set your basket down on the couch.

Your toast's popped up in the toaster.

He sighs in relief, knowing now he has enough time to gather his laundry and soap to race to the laundromat to get there before you do.

He stumbles through his apartment, gathering whatever he can find to toss aimlessly into his laundry basket. Then he gathers the curtains from his window to dump them into the basket, along with your dirty lace panties.

He kinda hates that he ruined them. Now, he'll have to wash them and that will wash away your precious scent. No worries, though. He'll just steal another next time and make sure he keeps that one sealed and cleaned to sniff whenever he craves your pussy.

Grabbing a few more clothes, not really caring if they're clean or dirty, he takes one more glance out the window and see that you're still enjoying your simple breakfast.

Dressed in a pink shirt, he ties his brown locks back away from his face and carries his basket on his hip as he calmly makes his way to the laundry room confident in his plan to win you over.

You finish your slices of buttered toast and coffee before wiping your hands together and quickly rinsing the dishes.

The move must have really taken a toll on you because your body is beyond tired, but you still need to push forward though all you wish you could do is sleep under your covers.

Taking a cold water bottle from the fridge, you walk out of your apartment with basket wearing a simple top, short denim shorts and a pair of flip flops.

As you approach the laundromat, you can hear a machine working already from the hallway. The door is wide open, providing more light into the dull dark laundry room.

Outdated washers and dryers line the the walls of the room - if you can even call it that. It really looks more like a building basement with the lack of windows.

You freeze for a minute as you quickly make out the familiar figure standing with his back to you as he calmly sets his clothes in the washer one item at a time.

After a glance over his shoulder, he turns around his head to flash a smile that attempts to seem more welcoming than devious, though faint worry radiating from your amygdala questions his succession in asserting comfort.

"Y/N, right? The new neighbor?" As if he could ever forget your name.

"Yeah. You're Lou, right?" you reply politely returning the smile.

Without any control, your pussy squeezes around nothing arching for him once again as you're reminded of your dream.

"Are you settling in alright?"

"Yeah, I am. Still have some unpacking to finish, but everything is going well. Thanks for asking."

"Sure thing. Oh, " suggest washer number 3. It works the best if you ask me. Don't bother with number 9. It'll take your coins, but it doesn't work. I personally believe it's intentionally rigged to steal our money."

"Thank you for that. I'll have to keep that in mind," you smile politely.

You wonder if it's actually true or if he just wants you to be closer to him given that washer number 3 is right next to him. Why wouldn't he take the best washer instead?

Brushing off the worrisome questions, you feel like you barely know him enough to make judgements about him, so you walk over to the washer beside his and start loading it up.

"Thank you for the cookies again. They were really good. I almost ate all of them."

He smiles to himself. Almost? That could only mean you didn't eat all of them, meaning there are more of the sleep-inducing cookies that can provide him with another opportunity and hopefully tonight.

His dick twitches at the excitement.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. Although I admit they're much better when eating within the first two days. After that, they start to go stale."

They don't, but he can't risk you not eating them.

"Guess I'll have to finish them all today. What a sacrifice," you reply ironically flashing a smile at him.

He chuckles at your jokes, trying his best to mimick genuine amusement.

"What an awful way to indulge."

"Did you make them from scratch?"

"Oh, of course" he lies. "They're my late grandma's recipe."

He never even met his grandmother or grandparents. He was given up to adoption at an early age. He lies to add a personal taste; he hopes he can win you over a little with a family-friendly detail.

And he does.

"Aw, that's sweet," you swoon. "Did you learn how to cook with her?"

"She taught me enough to get me by."

"Well, she taught you well. Those cookies were delicious."

Yes, you are. The best thing I've ever tasted, he thinks to himself.

"She taught me how to make a wonderful chocolate cake as well. I'd love to make it for you sometime," he beams at all the possible opportunities that flash through his mind.

"Yeah, I'd love that! I love chocolate cake. But you gotta let me make you something too," you reply feeling a little too spoiled.

"You don't have to do that. I love baking," he hasn't the slightest clue how to make a cake from scratch. Thank God for box mix, though.

"Well, I wouldn't feel so bad about accepting all your treats. Why don't you at least let me take you out then? My treat."

"Are you asking me out?" he smirks locking his eyes on you.

"I might be. Doesn't have to be a date if you don't want to."

Your cheeks flush with warmth as he catches your not-so-subtle invitation.

"Yeah, I'd love that. And I appreciate a woman that isn't afraid to take the initiative."

You smile brightly feeling like you just took a step in the right direction.

"I'm free tonight if you are? I know a great place that serves authentic Mexican food."

"Sounds great to me. How about tonight at 8?"

"Perfect, sweetheart" he grins.

His idea to win you over is actually working, all according to plan.

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