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â đontext; Ser Duncan is indeed a devoted man. He proves it in the best way possible.
â âąandom; A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms.
âĄ!! warnings: nudity (reader), HIGH sexual tension, erection & tears of lust (Dunk is VERY excited), body worship, reader is a noble, insinuation that they had sex, reader is kinda mean but she likes him, big man crying (we love it here), and others.
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ps: AW MA SHAYLAAđđ
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"I... I WANT YOU."
"Then kneel down and beg for it."
That's what you told the big man minutes before, while he stared at you hungrily.
You wanted to tease him, see him blush, you felt extreme pleasure watching him squirm under your mischievous words, shy as he was.
But, contrary to your expectations, Duncan actually knelt before you, gazing at you with adoration, as if you were the reincarnation of a goddess. He didn't touch you, but you felt the desperation in his words, in his teary eyes, as he begged you to take him as your own.
Ah, how beautiful he was like that, all nervous, eager..
You smiled, stroking his tousled hair, appreciating how he leaned into your touch like a stray dog. You could see him discreetly clenching his fists at his sides, and you knew he wanted to touch you. But you haven't allowed it, not yet.
"So beautiful, such a pretty boy... So desperate. Such a sensitive little thing, isn't he?" You whispered maternally, though you smiled mockingly at the sight of him. He sobbed, rubbing his face in your hand and shaking his head frantically.
"Please, m'lady, please..."
"Please, what, darling? What do you want, hm? Tell me, my love." You demanded gently, grabbing his blond hair, forcing him to tilt his head and look you in the eyes. He was so adorable, with his big blue eyes looking at you with so much love that you felt your heart fill with tenderness for him. Your sweet Duncan.
"I want to be yours, my lady. Yours to care for, to be by your side, to protect you, for whatever you need. I want to be yours, your man. That's what I ask, m'lady, please..."
You smiled again and stepped back, chuckling softly at the breathless groan he let out as you moved away. Needy little thing...
You reached your hands to your back and slowly began to undo the simple knots in your nightgown. Soon the satin fabric slipped down to your feet, revealing your naked body to the man.
Duncan looked at you with such reverence, such passion, something so pure and devoted, that you gasped at the intensity of the feeling in his eyes.
A large erection was forming in his pants, visible even through the loose fabric, and a wet stain of precum showed through, revealing his desire. He was crying now, thick tears streaming down his beautiful face as he stammered in front of you.
"So beautiful, so perfect..." He whispered compliments along with disjointed words.
You approached him gently. He trembled at the sound of your footsteps, tilting his head to look at you when you stopped in front of him. You reached out, gently wiping away his tears.
"Touch me, Dunk." And that's what he did, grunting and moaning words and groaning words of adoration as he devoured you into the night with devotion.
oh my god i was so THIRSTY to write something for this big guy đđ
i know I've been absent for a long time and I apologize for that, guys :(( i'll try to be more consistent!
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â đontext; Your husband proves that he always remembers you, even when far away.
â âąandom; GoT, Asoiaf
âĄ!! warnings: sweets (candies and both are sweets too), kisses, affection, established relationship, reader has long hair, and others.
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ps: here you go my dear @tolma21 I'm really sorry it took me so long to write, it's just that I've been terribly ill... Btw, I hope you like it!!
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YOU WERE IN YOUR ROOM, TEDIOUSLY COMBING YOUR HAIR WHILE STARING AT YOURSELF IN THE LARGE MIRROR.
One, two, on one side, one, two, on the other. You made a point of tying every knot, even though your mind was far away.
It was specifically in Essos â actually, who was in Essos. You husband, Jorah, was traveling there for work the whole week. Something for the queen, he said. You were sad, of course, feeling the pang of longing tighten your heart, but you accepted. It was his job, after all. But even so, you couldn't help but miss him like crazy.
You put the brush aside with a sigh, letting your long hair fall loose down your back.
You thought about asking Asaya, your servant, to bring you something sweet to enjoy. It was already a little late, but the servants had now accustomed to your fondness for sweets, especially when anxious or distressed.
Determined not to bother the poor girl, you stood up, ready to fetch it yourself. You walked to the door, but it suddenly opened, revealing the tall, glorious figure of Jorah.
You sighed in surprise, and he smiled at you, opening his arms, inviting you in. You felt the emotion wash over you, and without further delay you threw yourself against him, hugging him tightly around the waist.
He laughed, stepping back slightly from the impact. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him. He held you, easily lifting you into his arms, and walked to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap.
"Ah, my love." He exhaled, letting out a relieved sigh, as if being with you was all he needed at that moment. You were sure it was, because that's how you felt too. He gently caressed your face, gazing at you with passionate adoration, observing every detail of you as if he wanted to memorize you. "How are you, my dear?" He asked softly, his hoarse voice sending shivers down your spine.
You reveled in his touch, snuggling against him. "I missed you." You replied sincerely, kissing the hand that was on your face.
He smiled gently, his deep eyes gazing at you with nothing but love and longing. He leaned in, placing a soft, yet meaningful kiss on your lips. You moaned longingly and clung to him.
He slowly pulled away from you, savoring the look you gave him. He smiled and took a small leather pouch from one of the pockets in his tunic. You looked at it curiously, knowing full well it was a gift for you. Your Jorah always brought you something, from a fine jewel to a simple rose that he thought reminded him of your eyes.
"I have something for you, my dear," he said softly, confirming your suspicions. You leaned forward, eager to know what it was. He smiled again, already expecting your reaction and opened the bag, revealing several sweets that you had never tried before.
You gasped in surprise and took the purse from his hands, showering him with kisses on the face as a thank you. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh, Jorah, I love sweets!"
He chuckled at her excitement, kissing her head tenderly. "I know, my girl, I know. Come on, try them. They're from Essos, exotic like you've never seen before."
Your eyes lit up at the sight of the variety of sweets, and you quickly grabbed one that looked like chocolate.
You took a big bite of the chocolate, giving the other piece to Jorah so he could try it too. You groaned in delight, savoring the delicious taste of chocolate and nuts on your tongue. You gave Jorah a little kiss and then picked up another candy, which looked like a small cake.
You were about to bite him, but instead you leaned towards your husband, stealing another kiss from him. You never got tired of him.
"Mmm!" You exclaimed in surprise, pointing to the candy and showing it to Jorah like a child with a new toy. "This one has a little lemon in it!"
Jorah laughed, smiling at your excitement. "Is that so? Let me see." He said, and you innocently handed him the candy, but he kissed you instead. You gasped in surprise, but soon melted into the kiss.
The older one gradually broke the kiss, placing small pecks on your lips before separating completely. "Mmm... No sweet treat could ever compare to the taste of your lips, my dear," he complimented, making you blush deeply.
Your night was long, filled with lots of sweets and sweet kisses.
OMG, watch out for diabetes when reading this
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
if you can or still do requests could you do a will byers and fem. Reader getting together like will and y/n was friends since they was kids and they have a night to express how they truly feel and if possible she later finds she's pregnant? If not it's okay too â¤ď¸ thank you đŤśđź
Hello! Unfortunately, I won't be able to fulfill this request. I'm very sorry :( I wrote that one-shot about Will and it gave me a bit of a headache, so... But if you have another request, feel free to let me know! <3
Hi, I would like to ask you fluff with Jorah Mormont and the sweet tooth reader. If you're still writing on GOT
Jorah returns from Essos and brings different types of chocolates and candies to please the reader. They eat it together, and they kiss a lot in between
hello! ohh thats soo cute :(( ofc i'll do it. i will bring it soon. <3
â đontext; Your boyfriend does something you don't like, so you have to get your little revenge.
âĄ!! warnings: provocation (but Hopper likes it), age gap (reader is over 18), mini skirts, and others.
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ps: hum hi daddy đ¤¤
the skirt, for those who were wondering đ <3
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YOU WERE DRIVING HIM CRAZY.
In fact, you drove him crazy from the very beginning of the relationship. After all, that's why he took you for himself.
You were several years younger than him, full of life and far removed from the experienced bitterness he possessed.
Even though he complained about being almost your father's age, or that you deserved a little boy your own age, not an old man like him, you won him over. And, my God, he loved it.
Having you in his life, so young and beautiful, loving him every day, taking care of him, made him feel like someone again.
He loved you with all his heart, but sometimes he wished he could bend you over and spank your beautiful bottom. â And he really wanted to do that right now.
You loved dressing up all frilly, with tiny skirts and delicate little tops. He loved all of that, he had a lot of fun, actually.
But at that moment he wished he could burn all your mini skirts.
You were angry with him. â For such a trivial reason that he didn't even remember. And, as a form of revenge, you wore his favorite skirt â that black one with the white bow at the waist and white lace. Everything was fine up to that point, but he froze when he saw you bend over and realized through the fabric that you weren't wearing any underwear.
He let out a heavy breath as he watched you, still bent over.
Your bare pussy glistened beneath your skirt, contracting around nothing, as if calling out to him.
He swallowed hard, feeling his pants tighten. His large hands tingled with the desire to touch you, and he didn't hesitate to stand up and go to you, unable to contain himself.
You heard him stand up, felt his chunky body approaching, and his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer until your intimacy pressed against his erection.
You stifled a groan. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, no. That's why you let him rub against you, let his thick cock poke your pussy as much as it wanted, and when you felt his hands sneaking over you, you slapped his hand away and stepped back abruptly.
He looked at you confused, his wandering hands pulling and grabbing you as you ran away. "Baby..." He mumbled, trying to keep you quiet, but you managed to escape.
"No! No, Jim." You were firm, crossing your arms over your breasts, making him look away. Men, always so predictable. "You hurt me a lot today. And I... I just can't let you touch me." You sniffed, turning your back. You weren't hurt. Not even angry. You just wanted to tease him a little, to make his old heart beat faster.
"But, baby..." He began, but you sniffed louder, making him freeze. "No, Jim." He sighed, already aware of your little game.
You gave him a big, innocent look over your shoulder. He glanced at you for half a second, and when he took a step forward, you ran to the shared room, lying face down with your head buried in the pillow, your bottom slightly raised.
He sighed again, following you. When he reached the room, he held his breath. You were simply irresistible.
He felt his penis throbbing, the swollen head leaking pre-cum and making a mess in his pants.
"Baby..." "No!" He groaned, knowing it would be a long day.
ugh I just wanted to be his younger, controversial girlfriend :((
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â Context; You reflect on how your husband is everything you've ever dreamed of.
â âąandom; Law & Order: SVU
âĄ!! warnings: sex (!p in !v), body worship, Elliot being hot as always, creampie, and others.
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ps: Elliot fckg Stabler drives me WILD.
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HE WAS DELICIOUS.
That was the thought that kept running through your mind while you were thinking about Elliot.
God, the vision of him would leave you dripping with sweat.
That penetrating gaze that seemed to pierce you, uncovering every little secret and lie you hid so deeply.
His strong physique, even at his age; the strong arms that held you lovingly while he fucked you savagely. Huge hands that grab you and squeeze you like a trap, but also adore you like a man in love.
The mouth â my God â that devours you, kisses you, flatters you every day.
He was the perfect man in your eyes, because he was yours.
He held you tightly against him, hitting every pleasure point inside you. He sucked and nibbled at your swollen nipples, worshipping them like monuments.
You moaned and cried out, reveling in his thick cock.
"Come for me, darling." He asked, looking at you with nothing but adoration. "Come on, darling, I want you to come on my cock. I want that pussy squeezing me." He continued, pouring out the words with a seductive charm, the kind he only used on you.
You moaned, feeling the climax approaching. You didn't warn him. He already knew, he always knew, so one of his large hands reached out to your clitoris, massaging it in the way he knew would make you cum.
"Come on, love. Come to me." And with his husky voice persuading you, hypnotizing you, you came. You squirted on his cock, covering it with your excitement.
He grunted with satisfaction and also came, filling you with his warm semen.
You sighed contentedly, hugging him around the neck.
"I love you, baby." He said, showering you with kisses.
i got horny writing that shi omg
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â đontext; You and Will had been rivals for a very, very long time, but during the Christmas celebrations, Santa Claus decided to work a miracle and bring you together in the best way possible.
â âąandom; Stranger Things.
âĄ!! warnings: sex (!p in !v), kisses (a lot of em), consensual relationship (both Will and Reader are adults here, guys), Cumming inside (don't try this at home, use protection), sex in public (public restroom), enemies to lovers (kind of, they both like each other, so...), and more things.
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ps: hi anon đ I hope you like it, it took half my brain to write this, ugh.
enjoy!! đ
THE BUZZ FILLED HAWKINS SQUARE.
It was Christmas, and the university students decided to have a small celebration.
The smell of food filled the air, and young people chatted animatedly around you.
Everything was beautifully decorated with red and yellow lights, and small Christmas decorations.
It was perfect. â But you only had eyes for one person. William Byers.
He was chatting with friends from a distance, smiling and laughing peacefully.
You sighed, annoyed, even without knowing why. He looked beautiful, a small voice whispered in your head. No! No, he wasn't handsome. You shook your head, trying to shake off the thought.
Max, standing beside you, gave you a strange look, raising an eyebrow in your direction. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked worriedly, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked at her nervously and nodded quickly, trying to project confidence. "Yes, yes, I am."
She looked at you suspiciously, glancing at Lucas, her boyfriend, who was with his friends â and with him â and then she understood the reason for your strangeness.
Everyone knew about the little rivalry you and Will had, although they didn't understand why. The group had tried several times to get you two to get along, but it was in vain. Dustin once joked that you two hated each other because you secretly wanted to hook up, which you both vehemently denied.
You didn't want Will Byers. No. No.. â You hated him, just as he hated you.
"Ah... I see." She chuckled. "Why don't you... talk to him?" She suggested mischievously, making you gasp in offense. You looked at her, annoyed, but with red cheeks. "Maxine! I don't want to talk to him." You retorted.
She huffed, frowning. "It's Max! But okay, if you don't want to talk to him, then stop staring at him, right?" She retorted. You remained silent.
You didn't know why you was staring at him. Maybe it was his hair, the blue shirt that fit him perfectly. Or maybe it was his cheerful smile that seemed to light up the place.
You huffed, playfully pushing her. "Shut up." You grumbled, and she laughed at you. But her laughter stopped when she saw the group approaching. "Oh oh..." You looked at her, confused, but your confusion turned to irritation when you saw them.
You huffed, rolling your eyes before you could stop yourself. Will frowned subtly, giving you an indifferent look. "What is she doing here?" You heard him ask Dustin quietly, who shrugged.
"I could ask you the same thing, Byers." You replied, making him look at you. You two stared at each other intensely, as if time had stopped and only the two of you existed.
The group looked at you in silence, knowing it was best not to interfere. Will looked at you disdainfully, broke eye contact, shook his head, and addressed his friends; "I'm going to the bathroom."
You snorted as you watched him leave, feeling anger rising in your head. Before Max or anyone else could stop you, you stomped after the boy.
You entered the bathroom right behind him, slamming the door shut and startling him. When he realized it was you, he rolled his eyes, threatening to leave, but you were quicker and locked the door.
"Oh, so you're a coward, huh? You can't see me without running away like a scared kitten." You taunted, laughing mockingly. He glared at you angrily, but didn't reply.
You looked at him with disdain, spitting out the words. "You're ridiculous, Byers."
He glared at you angrily, the vein in his forehead bulging dangerously. You'd never seen him like that before.
"You can't talk to me like that." He retorted in a low voice. You frowned, tense.
"I speak the way thatâ" You began, but his strong hands interrupted you, pulling you against him. You gasped, automatically placing your hands on his chest. You could feel some muscles beneath the shirt he was wearing, and felt your skin tingle.
You stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap, your eyes wide and your breathing erratic. "B-Byers, what are you..." You tried to keep your voice steady as you asked, but the warmth of his body against yours made you weak.
He kissed you before you could react, claiming your mouth in a way you never imagined possible. You groaned, bringing your hands to his hair where you gripped it tightly, without hesitation. God, you had no idea how long you had waited for this, how much you had fantasized about it.
He walked with you until your back hit the sink. There he effortlessly lifted you and sat you down, fitting himself between your legs. You sighed in surprise during the kiss.
Both tongues fought for space, waging a delightful battle for power.
You reached for the waistband of his pants, where his shirt was tucked in, and with a little effort pulled it out. You lifted his shirt slightly, placing your hand underneath and touching his abdomen. The contact made you both groan, needing more touch.
But, too soon for you liking, Will stopped the kiss because the out of breath. He looked at you and you felt your own arousal throb. He was a mess. His lips were swollen and red from kissing you so much, his hair disheveled by your hands, his shirt, once so perfectly neat, now all wrinkled. He looked beautiful. And the handjob he was giving you was driving you crazy.
He looked at you with desire, hunger, but also as if admiring something precious.
Suddenly you blushed, feeling shy. You must have looked a mess, just like him.
You looked away, but he gently held your chin, making you look at him again. His hand tenderly caressed your cheek, and you sighed, enjoying the touch. "You... want this?" he asked, almost shyly. You smiled and mustered the courage to kiss him again. A soft kiss this time. "I want... Hurry up, Byers." You whispered back, and moved away from him enough to remove the delicate white linen blouse you were wearing, leaving you in just your bra.
The cool air brushed against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine. He sighed, gazing at you adoringly, before removing his own shirt.
His trembling hands unhooked her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, along with your excitement. He gently held both of her breasts, massaging and squeezing them. You moaned, attacking his lips again. You thought you'd never get tired of kissing him.
He pressed himself against you, and his hard member poked your intimate area. You moaned along with him, feeling your panties cling to your skin with excitement. "Byers..." You moaned, pulling his hands away from your breasts. He looked at you like a lost puppy. "I want... No, I need you now." He nodded and you lifted your hips, allowing him to remove your panties. He put it in his back pocket under her watchful gaze, but said nothing. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
You removed his hand, and with your own you reached inside his underwear and pulled out his hard dick. You groaned as you looked at him. He was beautiful, bigger than you expected. The pink tip was dripping pre-ejaculate, and you felt your mouth water at the sight of the prominent veins on it.
He groaned at your grip around him, but gently took your hand of. You didn't have much time.
He lifted you skirt enough to expose your pussy. He positioned himself against you and, with one last look of confirmation, slowly entered you.
You both groaned in unison, intoxicated by pleasure. You felt every vein inside him, and he felt your walls tighten around him as if they wanted to merge with him. It was delicious.
He carefully began to thrust, but soon the pace increased, making you both sweat. You tried to remain as quiet as possible, fearing that someone might hear you, although the noise outside made it difficult.
You kissed him again, tilting your hips to meet his thrusts. He gripped your waist, and you thought there would be marks later from how tightly he held you. "Will, Will, Will..." You groaned, like a mantra, a song. He groaned against you, desperate for more.
You felt the familiar warmth drawing near and wanted to warn him. "Will, I... I'm almost..." You tried, but the pleasure only allowed you to moan.
"I know." He replied confidently, bringing his hand to her clitoris and massaging it. "I'm almost there too." With one more thrust, a third, you came, and with your orgasm, he also reached his climax.
You kissed again, breathless. It was a softer, more passionate kiss.
When you parted ways, you were both blushing, but you couldn't tell if it was from physical exertion or shyness.
"I..." "What..." They both said at the same time, laughing awkwardly. "You can speak..." He said softly, avoiding looking at her. You swallowed hard, but mustered the courage to speak. "I... I thought you hated me." You admitted it, embarrassed.
He looked at you in surprise. "I thought you hated me." He retorted, confused.
You both laughed, and you whispered ."I... I like you. I've always liked you, but I never said anything because I thought you couldn't stand me." You confessed, picking up your blouse and putting it back on, distracting yourself with the buttons so you don't have to look him in the eyes.
"I like you too. A lot." He replied, and you looked at him in disbelief. He was already staring at you. The look he was giving you made your heart beat faster.
"Will, you don't need to... Just because I said so..." You began, uncertain, but he interrupted you, gently caressing your face. "I really like you. In fact, I liked you as soon as we met." You smiled happily, kissing him. He laughed, returning the kiss and hugging you.
âShall we go back? They must be looking for us." You suggested, and he nodded. You both quickly got dressed after cleaning yourselves up and left the bathroom.
"Where were you two?" Lucas's suspicious voice asked, startling you. "Yeah, where were you guys?" Max finished, looking directly at you. The others also stared, confused, waiting for an explanation.
You looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "We were..." You started to make up an excuse, but Will interrupted you, taking a step forward and gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him in surprise, as did the others. "We were talking. We sorted it out." He said firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
The group stared for another moment, confused by the sudden reconciliation, but Max stepped forward, settling slowly.
"Okay... So, let's have some fun, shall we? That's what we're here for." She said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the drinks. "Come on, soon you can be with your boyfriend again." She teased, making the boys and El laugh and tease Will, who blushed but didn't deny it.
this a big big one. I hope you like it, dear anon :)) again, thank you so much for asking!
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
HI!!! Can you make a fanfic where fem!reader tried to rile Will (aged up ofc) up and it ended up with them having sex at a bathroom stall and later on after they finished doing the deed can you make them think about why they did it and then later on confession because they've been hiding how they feel about each other but didn't thought on telling one another because they both thought that the other hated the other??? Like, this is my first time requesting and idk if you're going to read this, but it's worth the shot, right??? Also, can you make them rivals??? Like, academic rivals turned to reluctant allies to eventually lovers since fem!reader got involved with the Upside Down shit since she's friends with Max.
hey anon đ OMG thank you so much for asking!! and ofc I can :) actually, I got rlly excited to do it lol. I'll bring it soon. <3
â đontext; Jonathan invites you to a film's night in his house, but you get a little too bored.
â âąandom; Stranger Things
âĄ!! warnings: sex (!p in !v), licking breasts, unprotected sex (reader takes birth control), kisses, lovebirds, and others.
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ps: who needs Steve when you have Jonathan? (jk I want them both.)
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YOU FIXED YOUR HAIR IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME THAT NIGHT.
You smoothed your skirt with sweaty hands and did a nervous little twirl â everything seemed fine.
Even so, you let out an anxious sigh. Jonathan, your boyfriend, had invited you to watch some old movies with him that night, since Joyce was going to work late and Will was going to play a long round of D&D with his friends. "It's nothing much" He said, as awkwardly as ever, but you could feel the nervousness and anticipation radiating from him after asking.
It wasn't anything special, but just in case, you decided to dress up a little more for the occasion. And just out of habit, you applied another layer of the pink strawberry gloss to your lips, in case he kissed you.
Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time, you heard his car horn honking outside. Saying a quick goodbye to your mother, you ran to meet him.
You felt yourself blush at the shy but admiring smile he gave you when you got into the car.
He approached, first kissing your forehead, and then leaving a chaste, but passionate kiss on your pink lips.
"You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful..." He complimented awkwardly, making you giggle softly. "Thank you, Jon" You replied, kissing him again.
The kiss lasted a few seconds longer, but you soon separated due to lack of air. "Shall we go?" He asked, starting the car as soon as he saw your confident nod.
THE BLACK AND WHITE FILM PLAYED SOFTLY ON THE OLD TELEVISION IN THE BYERS RESIDENCE.
Jonathan and you watched intently, even though you were bored.
When Jonathan invited you, you thought the movie night would quickly escalate into a make-out session, since you were alone and both young and with raging hormones. How silly of you.
Jonathan Byers was known for his shyness. â But with the right encouragement, he would soon loosen up.
You needed to encourage him.
That's why you gave a final drank to the Coca-Cola you were drinking and, unintentionally â or intentionally â tilted the bottle just enough for the dark liquid to spill onto your cream-colored cotton sweater, right on top of your breasts.
"Damn it!" You cursed, quickly getting up from the sofa and feigning your best sad pout. Jonathan looked at you worriedly, not knowing how to help. "Take that off, I'll get you one of my t-shirts, okay? Just wait a second." He said quickly, giving you one last look before practically running off to the bedroom.
So nice... You almost felt sorry for deceiving him. Almost.
Biting your lip to suppress a smile of excitement, you quickly removed the wet sweater and the thin tank top you were wearing underneath, leaving you only with the light lace bra.
"Look, it's going to be a little big, but I think..." Your boyfriend's voice gradually faded as he entered the room and saw you in just your bra, looking at him innocently.
Instinctively, he turned his back, making you chuckle softly. You could hardly wait for his shyness to finally vanish. "Sorry," He said softly, still with his back to you.
You walked slowly toward him, making him stiffen at the sound of your approaching footsteps. As you drew near, you pressed your semi-bare chest against his back, making him shudder at the warmth of your body.
You rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at his reaction. You reached out, gently taking the old band t-shirt from his hands. "Thank you, baby" You said.
He didn't answer, but nodded. As he started to move to leave the room, you called out to him, "Jon..."
He swallowed hard, trying to ignore what Your sweet voice was doing to him. "Y-yes?" He replied, trying and failing not to sound so nervous. "You can turn around," You said, throwing the shirt on the sofa. You wouldn't need it for now.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying somehow to stay in control, to ignore the desire. â He couldn't. When he realized it, he was already slowly turning around. His frantic eyes scanned every part of you, trying to memorize the image of you in your skirt and bra, your bust wet, staring at him with a smile he swore was devilishly irresistible.
You bit your lip at his reaction, feeling your body heat up under his gaze. Just a little more... Push him just a little more...
"I think I'll have to take this bra off too" You said, feigning innocence. His eyes widened, like those of a threatened rabbit, and you felt your pussy drip with desire for him.
"T-the bra?" He asked softly, almost as if he were talking to himself. You nodded, gazing longingly at the bulge forming in his pants. "Yes, Jon, it's ruined," You began, pulling the straps off your shoulders. He groaned, taking an unconscious step forward, as if his body no longer obeyed him.
"It's all wet, look. It'll probably stain." You did your best to sigh sadly with an pout. Wow, what an actress. You turned your back to him, glancing quickly over your shoulder. "Baby, can you unbutton it?" You asked softly, giving him puppy eyes.
He hesitated, trying to control himself. "Honey, I-I think it's better if we don't..." He stammered to you, red as a tomato. You could tell he was nervous, but the large erection hidden behind his jeans told you not to stop.
"Jonathan, unhook my bra." You repeated gently, and he, as if hypnotized, took long strides toward you, his trembling hands reaching for the buttons of your underwear.
His cold hands against your warm back sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. He unfastened the clasp, but didn't move away. Gently, he pulled the garment from your arms, dropping it to the floor with a soft thud.
You turned to him, having to lift your head to look him in the eyes. He didn't return your gaze immediately. His puppy-dog eyes stared with pure fire at your erect nipples. You swore you heard him groan.
You pressed your body against his, resting your hands on his chest, and his large hands immediately found their way to your waist. "Jon..." You whispered, silently pleading. "Are you sure?" He asked, breathless. You nodded confidently, and the next thing you knew, his lips crashed against yours in a desperate kiss.
His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you even closer, as if he wanted to merge with you. His tongue fought against yours for space, and his erection nudged your stomach, making you moan.
He broke off the kiss too soon, making you groan. He silenced you with a shy smile, and like a possessed man, attacked your breasts with kisses and licks.
You moaned, your hands flying to his hair, gripping it. He slowly trailed kisses down, reaching your full breasts. He kissed both before beginning to attack your right nipple.
He sucked, licked, and nibbled, and when he was satisfied, he moved his attack to your left breast.
All you could do was groan and moan, rubbing your legs together desperately for some kind of relief.
You needed him.
"Jon..." He released your breast with a snap and looked at you. He looked divine with his disheveled hair, dark eyes filled with desire, and red lips swollen from teasing your breasts. "I want you." You whispered, bringing your hand to his erection. He groaned desperately at your touch, unconsciously moving his hips against you.
You moved away from him enough to remove your skirt and panties, leaving you only in your long white knee-high stockings. He had also taken off his clothes, knowing full well that none of you wanted foreplay today.
"Bedroom or here?" He asked in a deep voice full of desire, and you bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to attack him right there.
"Here..." You replied, walking over to him. You kissed his swollen lips, making him groan needily, and gently pushed him so he sat down on the sofa.
You looked at his hard cock, feeling your mouth water. The red tip dripped with precum, and you felt the urge to lick it all up until there wasn't a single drop left.
With gentle grace, you sat on his lap, and his hands immediately grabbed you hungrily. You held his warm member with one hand, rubbing the swollen head against your clitoris. Your excitement soaked him completely, and when you felt satisfied, you carefully sank all the way in.
You both groaned loudly at the wonderful sensation, and Jonathan buried his face in your chest. You gently stroked his hair and began to move.
The wet sound of both of you filled the entire room.
You increased the speed, feeling every vein inside you, every pulse. Jonathan squeezed your hip with his large hands, and you almost went into ecstasy thinking about the marks they would leave.
"Jonathan..." You moaned softly. He grunted, lifting his hips slightly, and began thrusting forcefully against you. The new speed made you cry out, and he kissed you to muffle your screams.
You felt the familiar warmth near, and you tightened your walls to warn him. He knew, of course he knew, he knew you like the back of his hand. He then moved his hand to your clitoris, teasing it in the way he knew you liked.
When he felt he was close enough, he placed another kiss on your full lips and looked into your eyes. "I love you..." He whispered, and with that, you both reached the climax. His semen filled you, and you felt pleasantly full.
He rested his head against the back of the sofa, tired but completely satisfied, and you left a little kiss on his chest. He looked at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You kissed his hand and whispered, "I love you too, Jon."
You two laughed at absolutely nothing, intoxicated by pleasure. The movie was still playing on the TV, but neither of you cared.
He hugged you gently, stroking your back. "So... did you like the movie?" He asked with a smile, making you giggle.
You agreed, giving him another kiss on the lips, and replied, "I loved it. How about we do it again next week?"
hum, hi Jonathan đ
ps: I apologize for any mistake, english is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
Summary:Â youâre trouble in red lipstick and skimpy dresses. Heâs restraint wrapped in flannel and grumpiness. One patrol, one dare, and a tension that hums beneath every glance, every silence, every step through the woods. You always push. He always resists. But even restraint has its limitsâespecially when temptation bends over rocks, leaves kisses on paper, and asks to be taken while theyâre forced to sit in silence in a small room.
Warnings:Â 18+, smut, MDNI, pinv, unprotected sex, age gap! (20s and 60s), oral f!receiving, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, fingering, slight daddy kink, forced proximity, outbreak, ellie doesnât exist, slight mean!joel, but he is a softie, reader is incredibly bold and unhinged, praise kink, size kink, riding, probably incorrect way of describing patrols, not proofread
A/N: hi babes. this is an unfinished draft from not too long ago. lifeâs been a bit heavy lately, so I havenât been able to work on fics or finish His to Keep. this is just a little something to ease myself back into writing, and hopefully Iâll be able to share more soon. I hope yâall enjoy this <33
Joel miller was one man of a kind.
Big, gruff, grumpy. The kind of man who knew how to handle thingsâwith broad hands and a furrowed, concentrated face. His voice was a deep grumble, a dream to hear even when he was cussing you out. His age showed in the silver streaks through his hair and the salt-and-pepper beard he refused to tame.
And beneath that flannelâGod help youâwere arms that strained the fabric, biceps that flexed with every movement, every lift, every quiet command. He stood tall, towering, like the world bent around him. Two heads above you, easily. And when he looked down on you with eyebrows furrowed, anger in his faceâyou felt your insides warming.
He was unkempt. Unbothered. Unreachable.
And yet, somehow, exactly what you wanted.
Since the first day you walked into Jackson and saw him barking orders with his hands on his hips, you were done for. He stood like he owned that damn placeâbroad, steady, carved from something older than the rest of them. That flannel stretched across his chest, the sun catching in the silver of his hair, and you just⌠stopped.
No wife on his arm. No kid trailing behind.
He lived alone, tucked away in that big house at the edge of the town like a ghost that refused to leave. People said he liked it that way. Said he didnât want company. Said he was dangerous.
You didnât care.
You saw the way his jaw clenched when someone talked back. The way his eyes narrowed when things didnât go his way. You saw the power in himâand you wanted it. Wanted him. Even if he never looked at you.
Even if he only ever called you âgirlâ like it was a warning.
Still, you made sure he looked.
It started with a skimpy dressâthe first time you spoke to him. Too short for everyday life, red like you wanted every eye on you. You bent over when you didnât need to. Smiled when he grunted. Called him âsirâ just to watch his ears turn red.
And the first time he adressed it, was after you dropped your knife in front of him. You bent to pick it up slowly, deliberately. He cleared his throat. You looked up at him from the ground, lips parted, eyes wide. And he said itâlow, rough, like gravel: âDonât play games with me, girl.â
Somewhere between bending over and his sighs, you grew frustrated. You wanted him. So your boldness beganâand it all began with cupcakes you baked for him.
âHi, Mr. Miller,â you said, voice sweet, as you stepped into his house the second he opened his door for you.
Joel turned towards you, brows already furrowed. âThe hell are you doinâ?â
But you didnât flinch. Just walked straight past him, hips swaying a little more than necessary, and placed the tray of cupcakes on his kitchen counter like it was your own. His house was nice. Not something you wouldâve expected from a man like him.
âI just wanted to say thank you,â you said, turning to face him, fingers brushing the edge of the tray. âFor helping me fix the light in my room.â
Joel walked towards you, slow steps. Then he stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight. âYou couldâve just said thank you.â
âI couldâve,â you echoed, tilting your head. âBut I figured you deserved something sweet.â
Joel swallowed and his eyes droppedâfirst to the cupcakes, then to your shirt. It clung to you in all the right places, neckline just low enough to make him look twice. You saw it. You felt it.
âI ainât fond of sugar,â he muttered, voice low, eyes narrowing.
You leaned against the counter, one hip cocked, lips pursed like you were thinking hard. âThatâs a shame,â you said slowly. âIâve got a lot of it.â
Fucking bold.
Joel didnât move. Didnât speak. Just stared at you like you were a problem he didnât know how to solve. You picked up one of the cupcakes, peeled the wrapper back with deliberate fingers, and took a slow bite. Crumbs clung to your lips. You licked them off, eyes never leaving his.
âBesides,â you added, voice dropping just a little, âIâve heard sugarâs better when itâsâŚlicked off.â
Joelâs jaw clenched.
You smiled.
He didnât say a word, but you saw the way his fingers twitched at his side. The way his eyes flicked to your mouth, then back to your shirt, then to the tray like it might explode. You placed the half eaten cupcake back down, walked towards him and looked at him with big eyes.
âAnyway,â you said. âthanks again, Mr. Miller.â
Then you turned and walked out, leaving the scent of sugar and something heavier behind.
You knew what people would say. Of course.
That he was too old. That you were too reckless. That it was wrong, or desperate, or pathetic. That Joel Miller didnât need trouble in red lipstick and tight dresses showing up at his door with cupcakes and a smile.
But you didnât care.
You wanted him.
Not the way girls your age wanted boys. Not for attention. Not for fun. You wanted him like a secret. Like a craving. Like something you werenât supposed to touch but just couldnât stop thinking about. You wanted the way his jaw clenched when he was annoyed. The way his voice dropped when he was tired. The way he looked at you like you were a problemâand you wanted to be his favorite one.
It wasnât just lust. It was need. You wanted to crack him open. You wanted to see what he sounded like when he broke.
And maybe that made you foolish.
But it also made you bold.
Even when he once told you that he didnât want you.
It was at Tipsy Bison, late enough for the lights to feel too dim and the air to feel too heavy. Joel was sitting alone at the bar, just after his patrol, hunched over a glass of something dark, something strong. He wanted peace, maybe a little numbness, maybe just silence.
But you didnât give him any of that.
You stumbled in, not drunk, just reckless. Sat down besides him without a word, rested your head against your hand, and stared at the bottles lined up behind the counter.
He didnât look at you right away. Just sighed. Deep. Tired.
âI could be your goddamn grandfather,â he grumbled, voice low and rough, finally turning towards you.
His eyes flicked to your mouth firstâred lipstick, freshly reapplied. Then down to the dress you were wearing. It wasnât subtle. You hadnât meant it to be.
âThe hell you want from me, girl?â he asked.
You turned your head slowly, met his gaze without flinching. âYou,â you said simply.
Joel scoffed, looked away like the word offended him. âThereâs a dozen boys your age whoâd give you what you want,â he muttered. âYou donât need to be botherinâ me.â
He sighed again, deeper this time, like the weight of your words settled somewhere in his chest. âYou donât know what youâre askinâ for.â
You leaned in, just a little. âI do.â
Joelâs jaw clenched. His fingers curled around the glass. âYou think this is a game?â he asked. âYou think you can walk in here with that dress and that big mouth andââ
You laid your head on his shoulder.
He froze. âI think you like it,â you whispered.
Joel didnât move. Didnât speak. But you felt the tension in him, the way his body went rigid beneath you, the way his breath slowed like he was trying to keep control. And you stayed there for a moment, just long enough to make it linger. Then you pulled back, stood up and smoothed your dress.
âGoodnight, Mr. Miller,â you said, voice light but teasing.
You turned to leave, and as you did, a small piece of tissue fluttered from your pocket and landed on the bar besides him.
Two lipstick kiss marks. Red. Bold. Yours.
He stared at it for a long moment, rubbing his temples with a hand. Then, slowly, carefully, while nobody looked, he reached out and picked it up. Folded it once. Then again. Pressed it flat between his fingers like it was something fragile.
And then he slipped it into his pocket.
The one closest to his heart.
â
âThe hell are you wearinâ?â His first question when he sees you. His eyes drag up and downâpausing at the hem of your dress, lingering on your chest, and finally landing on your face, where sleep still clings and a smug smile tugs at your lips.
âSâwarm, Joel,â you answer, slowly walking towards him.
âHow did not Tommy see you inââ he stretches his palm, pointing against your dress, trying to find the right words. ââin whatever that is.â
âItâs a dress. And a pretty one,â you shrug. âTommy saw me with a Jacket.â
That was the truth. He saw you wearing a jacket, and after that, you stashed it under a tree before walking quickly to Joel by the gates. Getting paired with him for patrol was something youâd dreamed of every single day. Every time you were assigned, you wished it was Joel. And today? You got lucky.
So of course, you wore a dress. Even if it was wildly impracticalâtall grass, dirt everywhere. But you could look past all that, if it meant poking the bear a few more times than you probably should.
Joelâs jaw tightens. Heâs not amused. As usual.
âYou wear that on patrol?â he asks, voice low and sharp. You stop just short of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. This time he was wearing a black shirt, something that made your mouth water just by looking at it.
You could see it allâthe veins in his arms, the muscles and the tightness of his shirt just clinging on his chest.
âItâs comfortable,â you answer, tilting your head. And then add cocky: âAnd it gets your attention.â
Joel scoffs, eyes flicking towards the gate like heâs trying to look anywhere but at you. âThis ainât no fuckinâ fashion show.â
You smile. âI know, but you have to admit that I look good, right?â
He mutters under his breath, something close to âjesus christâ, while shaking his head. Then his eyes narrow again, this time with suspicion.
âWhereâs your weapon?â
You lift the hem of your dress just enough to reveal the sleek black strap hugging your upper thigh. The pistol sits snug in the holster, gleaming faintly in the morning light. âRight where I need it,â you say, voice like honey.
Joel stares for a beat too long. Then he exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face.
âYouâre gonna get yourself killedâ Joel steps back, eyebrows pinched now. âAnd I ainât the one who saves your ass. You hear me?â
âLoud and clear, Joel.â
He turns towards the patrol route, boots crunching against gravel. You follow, dress swaying, steps light and deliberate.
The gates creak close behind you, and the town fades slowly into the distance. Joel doesnât look at you, but you can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip tightens around his rifle.
The sun hangs low, warm and steady, casting a golden glow over the trail ahead. Itâs not scorchingâjust enough to kiss the skim, to make the air feel soft and slow.
And eventually, you speak. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Just enough to poke at him, to test the edge of his patience like you always do. You canât help it. Itâs in your bloodâthis need to stir something in him, to break the silence before it swallows you whole.
âYou know,â you start, voice soft and teasing, âYouâre even hotter when youâre mad.â
Joel doesnât stop walking, his steps big and his head hanging low, as if he is trying himself from not responding. But his jaw clenches, sharp and unforgiving, his muscle twitching like itâs trying to speak for him. You know that look. Youâve seen it beforeâwhen heâs biting down words he doesnât trust himself to say. When heâs one breath away from snapping, but still gripping the edge of control with white knuckled fingers.
Then, you walk a little ahead, just enough to finally make him look. âYou always this grumpy, or is it just me?â
Joel doesnât answer right away. Just mutters, âItâs mostly you.â
You grin over your shoulder. âGood. Iâd hate to think you were this charming with everyone.â
He exhales, sharp and tired.
âYou think this is charm?â He asks, and regrets is quickly.
âI think itâs foreplay.â You shrug.
He stops walking, hands on his hips now. You know he is pissed. You know youâre getting on his last nerve.
âYouâre gonna get yourself in trouble,â he says, voice lowâthough heâs not even sure what trouble would look like. Talk to Tommy about it? Make you work a month in the stinking cafeteria? Joel didnât know.
âThatâs the plan.â You flash a smile, swaying your hips slightly. âYou gonna punish me, Mr. Miller?â
He groansâlow and guttural, a sound caught somewhere between frustration and helpless disbelief. Not because heâs angryâŚnot exactly. More because heâs at a complete loss. Because no matter how many miles you walk or how many times he tells himself to tune you out, you always find a way under his skin.
And heâs trying to focus on anything but you. If he just keeps his eyes forward, keeps his hands busy, he wonât notice the way your dress rides up with every step, catching the breeze, clinging to your thighs like itâs trying to get his attention too.
Later, when youâre crouched beside him, looking out for infected, and clearing the space, you whisper: âYou look handsome today.â
Joel doesnât flinch, but you see the way his fingers twitch on the grip of his rifle.
âAinât the time for that,â he mutters.
You hum, searching for his eyes but he doesnât look at you. âYou always say something snappy. Starting to think you just donât know how to take a compliment.â
He exhales through his nose, now finally looking into your eyes. âStarting to think you donât know how to shut up.â
âStarting to think you like it when I donât.â
Joel eyes stay on you, stern and unfazed. He looks at you angry, trying to make you feel small, but the only thing you can feel is the throbbing in your cunt.
After clearing the place, and start walking again, you get curious. âWhat kind of women did you like? Before all this?â
Joel doesnât answer. He keeps on walking.
âLet me guess. Quiet. Sweet. Obedient.â You smirk. âBet they didnât tease you like I do.â
He finally turns, eyes dark.
âThey didnât have a death wish.â
You lean in, voice soft. âMaybe I do. Maybe I just want to die in your arms.â
Joel groans, walks off fasterâlike distance will fix the heat crawling up his spine. All you do is follow, smile blooming. Knowing heâs unraveling.
After a long while of walking in silence, you get another Idea. So you step silently off the trail, just a little, just enough, and lean over the mossy rock that sits there besides bushes. You arch your back, stretching across the rock like your life depends on it, knowing that underneath that dress, are the small panties youâre wearing, soaked and waiting just for the right touch.
Joelâs voice cuts through the air like a blade.
âThe hell are ya doinâ now?â
You glance back over your shoulder, eyes gleaming. âYou like the view?â A beat. Then, lowerâfilthier: âYou could take me like this right now, Joel. Nobody would know.â
Silence.
Then footsteps. Fast. Heavy.
Before you can blink, his hand is on your armâtight, painfulâand he yanks you upright with a force that makes your breath catch. Heâs in your face now, eyes dark and furious.
âEnough with that bullshit.â His voice is a growl, low and dangerous.
âIâll leave you right here.â A snarl, low and venomous âAnd then you can see if the infected like the view enough to stop from eatinâ you alive and fuck you instead.â
You freeze.
Joelâs grip doesnât loosen.
âOne more word,â he growls, âand I swear to God, girlââ his grip just tightens before taking a deep breath, and leaving your arm again.
You stare at him, heart pounding lips partedâbut you say nothing. Not a flirt, not some filth. Because for the first time, you realize:
You didnât just poke the bear.
You concerned him.
â
You havenât said a word since Joel snapped at you.
Not because youâre sulking. Not because youâre sorry. But because something in his voiceâthe venom, the finality, cut deeper than you expected. You walk behind him now, quieter, slower, dress clinging to your legs while the wind picks up.
Joel keeps glancing at the sky. Because he notices that the clouds are suddenly thickening fast, rolling in like bruises across the horizon. The airâs gone heavy, electric, you feel it on your hair and your skin.
Then he stops.
Eyes scanning the treeline, jaw tight.
âStormâs cominâ,â he mutters. You look up. The lightâs gone strangeâgreenish, grey.
And before you can speak, Joel grabs your hand. Not gently. Just rough enough to make you move faster towards a direction thatâs not used for patrols.
âCâmon.â He pulls you off the trail, boots crunching fast through the underbrush. You stumble once, but he doesnât slow down. His grip is firm, his pace relentless. The wind is picking up, swaying your hair from left to right now.
âWhere are we going, Joel?â you ask, breathless.
âOutpost cabin,â he says. âUsed it just last winter. Roofâs solid. Door locks.â
The wind howls louder, whipping your hair across your face again. Thunder rumbles in the distanceâlow and long, that sounds close to a monsters roar.
Then you see it.
A small little cabin, half swallowed by trees and moss. The porch is completely crooked, the windows boarded, like it hasnât been used for a long time, but itâs standing. So itâs safe. Joel doesnât hesitate. He yanks you forward, both of you breaking into a run as the first fat drops of rain slap against your skin.
By the time you reach the porch, the sky splits open with a crack of thunder so loud it rattles your bones, making your breath hitch.
He kicks the door in and you two stumble inside together, soaked, breathless, and still buzzing from everything that came before.
Joel doesnât say a word when he shuts the door behind you. Just moves fast, like routineâdragging a broken chair across the floor, wedging it under the knob, stacking a few crates against the frame. The wind howls outside just louder, rain slamming against the wood like fists.
And while thunder after thunder cracks outside, you glance around the cabin. Itâs small. One room. A single mattress in the center, stained and crooked. Cardboard and paper scattered across the floor. The air smells like dust and old wood.
Joel finally speaks, voice low and rough. âSânot been used for a long time.â
You turn towards him, eyes catching the way his shoulders are still tense, his jaw locked tight. Heâs angry. Still simmering from earlier. Still trying to pretend heâs unaffected.
Then he doesnât say another word.
He sits down on the floor, back against the wall, rifle laid across his lap like a barrier. His movements are slow, calm as if heâs done this a hundred times before. Next, he pulls out a small lantern from his pack, flicks it on. The room glows dim and yellow, casting long shadows across the warped floorboards and the single mattress in the center. It suddenly feels more atmispheric.
Without breaking his slow movements, he unwraps a sandwich. He takes a bite, chewing, and looking at one point of the room that is not you.
You stand there for a while, watching him. While the wind howls outside, rain slamming against the cabin. Thunder rolls again, deep and distant, but inside itâs quiet. Still.
You donât speak. You just feel it.
The weight of what he said. The way he looked at you. The line you crossedâand the wall he built in response.
So, you start slowly walking towards him. Not with anticipation. And definitely not with a smirk.
Just quiet steps across the creaking floor.
You sit down opposite him, legs folded, hands resting in your lap. The mattress sits behind you like a question neither of you want to answer.
Joel doesnât look up. Just keeps eating. Calmly.
You lean back on your hands, realising this is the perfect timing to poke the bear just once more.
âFunny, isnât it?â You glance around the cabin, voice soft, almost dreamy. âStorm rolls in. We end up here. One room. One mattress. No one around.â
Joel doesnât respond. His eyes flicking on your face, watching you, chewing like heâs trying to drown out with silence.
But you smile.
âAlmost feels like fate. Like the world wanted us locked up together. Just us. No distractions. No rules.â
His jaw tightens slightly. You notice it.
So you keep going.
âI mean, look at this place. Itâs practically begging for something to happen.â You drag a finger across the edge of the mattress behind you. âYou and me. Trapped. Wet. Tense.â
Your eyes lock into his. Seeing them get darker after each word coming out of your mouth. As if they are trying to warn you to stop speaking and to shut up.
âYou know, we could work with that bed.â You say, teasing. âSâwould be a little uncomfortable but⌠weâll manage.â
He still doesnât respond. Just takes another bite of his sandwich, slow and deliberate. His eyes not leaving you. Not even once looking somewhere else. Just into your eyes.
You lean forward slightly, elbows resting on your knees.
âBet youâd make it work. Bet youâd pin me down, make me forget how thin it is.â You pause, watching his jaw tighten now for real. âWouldnât even care if the springs dug into my back. Not if you were on top of me.â
The wind howls outside again, the rain now slapping and falling stronger than ever.
And then Joel finishes chewing, he wipes his fingers on his jeans. Still silent. Still eyes locked to yours.
You smile, voice dropping.
âYouâd be rough, wouldnât you?â You tilt your head. âNot gentle. Not sweet. Just angry. Needy. Like youâve been holding it in for too long.â
Joelâs eyes flick down to the mattress, then back to you.
Still nothing.
But his breathingâs changedâslower, heavier.
So you keep going.
âIâd let you. Iâd take it. Iâd beg for it.â You lean in just a little more. âYou could ruin me on that mattress, Joel. And Iâd thank you for it.â
âYou could have me any way you want. Rough. Slow. Doesnât matter. Iâd take it. Iâd take you.â You add, your voice becoming more serious. There is no tease anymore behind those words. Itâs need. Desperation.
âYou ever jerk off thinking about me?â You tilt your head, voice lower. âBet you do. Bet you grip yourself hard, thinking about how tight Iâd feel around you.â
He finally movesâ sets the crumpled paper of his sandwich down besides himr. The storm outside roars louder, thunder cracking close enough to shake the walls.
And thenâ
He stands up.
No warning. No words. Just movement. Just his heavy boots on the floorboards, a stern concentrated face on yours. He crosses the room in three long strides, and before you can react, his hands are on youârough, certainâgripping your arms and lifting you clean off the ground.
You gasp, but itâs swallowed by the sound of rain hammering the roof.
Then he throws you.
You land on the mattress with a thud, dress riding up, breath knocked out of you for half a second, looking at him with a gaping mouth, from underneath.
Joel kneels besides you, still nothing coming from his mouth, and grips you by your ankles âpulling you downwards. Your breath hitches when he suddenly flips you overâso easy, as if you weigh absolutely nothing. You are unsure what he does. The fabric of the mattress already burns on your skin, when Joel slides both of your legs forward and stabilises you with one hand between your shoulderblades.
He has you on all fours for him, your head down, ass up and the dress slowly sliding upwards, revealing your panties and bare skin to him.
âJoelââ it comes as a strained whine, still surprised, but also anticipating something that you have been waiting for so long.
He doesnât say anything. Only then, you notice two fingers hooking the waistband of your panties and pulling them down with one swift move. The cold catches your cunt, so much so that another whimper escapes your throat.
âShut the fuck up,â Joel growls into the room, making your breath hitch. âHeard enough of that big mouth of yours.â
Your heart thuds in your chest, unsure what his next move is.
âOught to teach you some damn manners,â he murmurs under his breath. âBut first, letâs see if youâre as sweet as you keep sayinâ you are.â
Then you feel it.
Something soft and wet dragging over your cunt in one big stripe. Your knees immediately buckle, your body going weak against his tongue in your pussy, exploring, licking the neediness.
âMhm, sweet as honey, baby girl,â he murmurs into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice pulsing against your hole.
His hand holds you deeper, making your back arch downward more, and your cunt closer to his face. You can feel his nose bumping against your backside hole. His tongue dives deeper into your pussy, thrusting in and out, with deliberate strokes while squelching noises are echoing, plangent against the quiet room.
âJoelâplease,â you donât know what youâre saying please for. You donât know if youâre close, you donât know if you want him deeper. The only thing that swirls around your mind is Joeljoeljoel.
âPlease,â he mocks. âSâthe only thing you can say now, huh?â Then, he stops licking you, pulling away from your cunt and landing a sharp, stinging spank on your left ass cheek.
You cry out, eyes widening at the unexpected roughness.
âMade me almost deaf at how much you were begging to be fucked, girl.â He shakes his head, his middle finger nudging against your opening and pushing only the tip in. You clench down on it immediately, hip desperately moving backwards to get him deeper.
âSâyour fault,â you start, breathless. âYou shouldâve picked the hints that I was throwing at you wayyy sooner, Mr. Miller.â
Then you turn your head to face him, and add: âBut apparently old men donât pick up on things anymore.â
He chuckles. âThink Iâm slow? You were the one trailing behind me like a lost dog, making a damn fool of yourself in front of everyone.â His finger pushes deeper, making you hold your breath. âEverybody in that god damn town knows what kind of whore you are.â
And you know he doesnât mean it. If it was someone else, another man saying things like that to youâit would look way different. A slap on the face and a kick to the balls. Joel was just playing a game.
âAinât you the 60 year old man whose tongue was just in my cunt now?â You clap back, earning a huff from him.
âDamn right I am,â His finger starts to move inside of you. âDonât speak to me as if you ainât the one who got me to this point.â
âYouâre welcome, daddy.â You smile back at him.
âJesus christ, girl.â He growls against your cunt, finger speeding up and stroking your walls with precision. âYou got no shame, do you?â And then slower, he kisses the edge of your hole and murmurs: âSixty years old and still letting you wreck me like this,â before diving into your cunt, his tongue lapping against your folds.
Your spine arches, fingers curling against the edge of the mattress, while Joel spread your cunt with his handsâhis tongue fixated on your hole, thrusting In and out.
A gasp leaves your lips when you feel your orgasm already building. It was quick, the ache he left in you, for months, could finally release. The one you waited for patiently, the one where your mind painted your fingers as his, your dildo as his cock and in your mind his voice, repeating the same thing over and over again.
âThatâs a good girl. Press ya pussy into my face, câmon,â he growled against your cunt, earning a high pitched moan from you. You did as he said, pressing your pussy further onto his face, feeling his big nose nudge against your squelching folds.
Joel was eating your pussy like it was his last meal on earth. As if he was starved of that sweet, dripping honey for so long. You feel it. The vibrations of his groaning voice against your folds, the twitching of his tongue in you while his hands grip your hips like he is scared that youâll run away from him.
And when his lips wrap around your twitching clit, you feel your legs buckle. His firm hand comes around your waist and stabilises you, his mouth never leaving your cunt.
âMâcumming, pleaseââ you whine, pressing your forehead against the dirty mattress under you.
And then he stops. Just right where your body spasms and clenches, just right at the sweet relief you wanted for so long from him.
Joel licks his lips, sitting back on his knees with a low grumble from his throat. He admires his work. Your pussy, open for him twitching in need and pulsing with the orgasm that he denied you. Slick dripping down your thighs, and your ass red from the spank he gave you.
âThat just proves how obsessed youâre with me.â you mumble under your breath, trying to come down from the edge. Joel just hears it barely, but he can make out what you just said.
âYea? How so?â He asks, a smug smile forming on his face.
You gently lay down on the mattress, turning around and looking down to Joel, who just watches you with a flushed face, his beard glistening in your slick.
âWell, if you really just wanted to get over with it, you wouldnât even take the time to edge me,â
His eyes follow, as you slowly put your hand between your legs, spreading them and teasingly touch your lips. âYou would just fuck me. So, that means you care for me. And that you actually want this so badly.â
His eyebrows pinch together, looking at your hand that plays with your clit, circling around your hole.
Joel doesnât think twice before going between them and laying his body on top of yours. Your breath hitches for a moment, seeing his face so close to yours, feeling his torso against your pussy and the rough fabric of his flannel creating a friction against your already hardened nipples.
He is so big, so heavy on top of your body. Feeling like a weighted blanket, just like you wanted him to feel.
âIâm teaching you a god damn lesson,â he says, sternly. Your eyes trace the wrinkles on his face, the age spots he has and lastly, land on his dark eyes, that are concentrated on yours.
âSo you donât go around asking to be dicked down by old men anymore.â You feel his breath against your lips. Oh, how much you just wanted to kiss him.
âNo old men,â you answer, voice soft. âOnly you. Didnât ask anyone else. They canât even compare to you.â
You see it. His eyes going soft at the response you gave him. Cheeks flushing red, while suddenly the rough, stern demeanour he had is gone. Itâs like you cracked him open, finally looking inside to see what hides underneath all that gruff and grumpiness.
Joel doesnât know how to answer, his dick hard and twitching inside his pants, the amount of need he was feeling was scaring him. What also scared him was you. The fragile little thing, that just wants to get fucked. Just wants to be taken care of, by someone who is three times older than her. There was guilt in his head, but in his heart he wanted to give you what you wanted.
âBaby,â he begins, voice just above a whispers. âWhat the hell do ya even see in me, hm?â He asks, genuine.
You donât wait long before you respond:
âEverything,â your hand comes to cup his cheek, thumb brushing the stubble there. âI see youâthe man who acts tough but still knows how to love. I see the wreckage, the weight, the fight. I see everything youâre trying to hide. And I want all of that.â
Joel looks away, his heart thudding against his chest.
âYouâre something else, you know that?â A smile forms on your lips, nodding your head to him.
âI ainât good at his. Never been. I would ruin you.â
His eyes find yours again. Concerned, soft, full of need but still trying to hold back.
âYou already have, Joel.â Your fingers run through his hair. âCanât stop thinking about anything else than you.â
And you donât even realise when your hips start to move against his torso. His bulge directly laying on top of your mound, the rough fabric creates a friction that satisfies the throbbing in your cunt.
Joel grunts as a response, eyes looking down where you two meet and starting to grind his hips also against you.
âGuess I did a pretty good job, then?â He murmurs, mouth hanging open as he precisely guides his bulge onto your cunt. âYouâre too needy for your own damn good.â
You donât answer this time. Instead, you lean in, letting your lips find hisâsoft at first. He responds instantly, his mouth crashing into yours the kiss deepening with urgency, with heat, with everything thatâs still left unsaid.
You moan against him, the sound swallowed between you, tongues meeting in a rhythm thatâs less about technique and more about need.
Itâs messy. Desperate. Beautiful. Like two people trying to memorize each other before the moment slips away.
âLook how hard you are,â you break the kiss, breathless only to tease him. âBet youâre aching, Joel.â
He grunts in response, hips speeding up between your legs, meeting your clit over and over again. You moan, hips bucking in desperation.
âSâbeen a while since someone really wanted me,â Joel admits, and quickly regrets it again, looking away. You shake your head, pinching his chin between your pointer finger and thumb.
âThen let me show you what wanted feels like. How I clench on your cock, how I cum on itâŚâ
âGod damn, sweetheart.â Joel flushes again, hips slowing down and looking into your eyes. âYou do got a big mouth on ya.â He smiles.
And you smile back, nodding your head.
He doesnât think long before sitting up between your legs, one hand starting to thumb on your clit, the other unzipping his pants and letting his cock out.
You whimper as you finally see him. Big, red, pulsing. Bigger than you imagined when you touched yourself. Bigger than what you saw when you looked at his bulge. Joel wrapped his hand around his shaft, squeezing from the bottom and letting out a strained sigh.
âSo big,â you say, squirming against the thumb on your clit. âAching to be in my cunt.â
Joel chuckles, hand leaving your nub, only to spread your legs further on the small mattress. Anticipation runs through your veins, wetness dripping down to the curve of your ass. Your eyes locked with his cock as Joel jerks himself up and down, teeth gritted together.
And thenâhe comes closer, holding his tip to meet your pussy. His big tip nudges against your clit, then to your hole, slowly starting to push inside.
You hold your breath as you feel his head stretching you, instinctively clenching around it like youâre scared that he pulls out.
âGod dammit, girl,â Joel brushes his thumb along your clit. âRelax for me. Iâm givinâ you what you want, so be good.â
His stern demeanour is back at it again. With firm hands, rough voice and pinched eyebrows. You immediately do as he tells you, unclenching your hole and trying to relax your body, wanting him to push himself further inside.
âAtta girl,â he murmurs under his breath, slowly inching his cock into you again. You whimper at the stretch, at the way he feels inside of you. Opening you up further than you actually used to, and the sting that comes with it makes you bite your lips until theyâre stained red with blood.
âTight as a fuckinâ vise,â he grunts, and with one swift move he punches his whole length into your cunt, making you gasp and moan at the same time.
Joel moves deliberately, your bum lands on top of his thighs, while your upper body still lies on the mattress. Your legs are dangling in the air and Joel holds your hips against his cock, beginning to move your body.
âJoel, please,â you whimper out, your body moving up and down against his quick thrusts.
âAll that mouth, all that begginâ and now youâre falling apart,â he says, hips moving with precision, eyes locked on your squelching pussyâalmost milking him dry at how much you were clenching around him. âDidnât you say you could handle me? Hm?â
âThatâs what ya said, sweetheart.â
And he was right, you know it. But you couldnât clap back, you couldnât open your mouth and answer him with a clever comeback to make that smugness in him disappear. In fact, you couldnât think about anything else than his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, nudging against that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again.
âJoelâŚâ you whine, lulling your head from left to right, already feeling yourself getting close.
âMâright here, baby. Mâright here.â He murmurs, finding it adorable that your face twists with pleasure, your hips moving against his cockâin his rhythm, and chasing that sweet orgasm he took from you.
And when he pinches your clit between his fingers, you canât help but to cum all around his cock. A big cry leaves your lips, while you arch your back and hold onto the edges of the mattressâknuckles white, breath quick and hard. Your hips buck against Joel, the waves of pleasure settling in your bones.
Joel groans, your cunt now impossibly tight around his dick. He lets you ride out your orgasm, his thrusts slowing down while his hand leaves your clit. And before you can register whatâs happening, Joelâs hands find yoursâroughâand with a firm pull, he draws you up from the mattress. Your body follows, hips still perched on his thighs, legs curled around him, until youâre sitting fully in his lap, cock still in you, curling your arms around his neck and stabilising yourself from the sudden movement.
Then, without letting you go, he shifts, with a groan, knees lowering, thighs folding beneath himâuntil heâs seated on the mattress, and youâre still straddling him, held in that place like you were meant to be there.
The last waves of your orgasm dry out and you look at him with a tired, fucked out face.
âThatâs what I thought,â he murmurs against your ear. âLittle thing just needed to be used.â
And while your breath still comes out strained, he starts thrusting into you, from underneath.
You shake your head. âToo much, Joelâplease,â you look into his face with a pleading look but he wonât have any of it. He keeps going.
âAinât even halfway there, baby. Thought my age would slow me down?â He asks, finding your hips and making you slowly move against his cock. âNah. All that stamina Iâve built over the yearsâyouâre about to feel every damn second of it.â
You whine out, shaking your head but your body betrays you. Your hips start moving without even the help of Joel. You grind against his cock like your life depends on it. Even while youâre overstimulated, stretched and sensitive in all places.
âToo much?â He asks, and when you nod your head, he chuckles. âThen youâre feelinâ it just right.â
You feel the pleasure building in your tummy, like a balloon thatâs being inflated, ready to pop in any moment. And Joel doesnât slow down, he doesnât give you time to breathe. Because thatâs what you asked for. You asked for him to take you, to ruin you, to make a wreck of yourself.
âJoeljoeljoelâfeels so good,â you moan out.
âI know, baby.â He cradles the back of your head, stroking your hair up and down. âI got you. Just feel it. Thatâs what you wanted for so long.â
And you nod, quickly, looking into his eyesâknowing Joel was finally giving you what you wanted.
His hips start to thrust into you in a quicker speed, hands gripping your ass tightly again and moving you up and down, as if you weighed nothing. His cock hitting all the right places inside of you and the silent cabin fills with your cries and whimpers, close to cumming one more time for him.
âYouâre close, babygirl.â He says, his lips finding your neck, biting down on your skin, marking it as his. âJust a little bit more. Câmon now.â
Joel fucks you harder, precisely hitting that spot inside of you, while his eyes are focused on your faceâmouth open, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks flushed pink.
âDonât fight it now, girl,â he demands, feeling your hips slowing down. âYou want it to last? Then you better rest upââcause once weâre back in Jackson, I ainât lettinâ you outta my lap.â
âYou promise?â Your voice cracks, holding away your orgasm with all you got.
âOn my life.â
And thatâs all it takes for you to come undone on top of him. Your eyes open, mouth gasping for air and your body twitching against Joel like itâs too much to handle. Joel holds you tightly, thrusting up to make you ride out your orgasmâand it may be the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his god damn life.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he groans out before following right after you, his cock erupting with big spurts of cum, filling you slowly up and marking you as his.
Youâre still in his lap, legs draped around him, bodies slick with sweat and breathless silence. The room is quiet, but your heartbeat is loud in your ears. His arms are still around you, grounding you, holding you like heâs afraid youâll vanish.
Your foreheads press together now , skin warm and damp, eyes lockedâŚtired, dazed, and full of something that doesnât need words.
You breathe in, shaky and slow. And he breathes out, steady and deep.
âYou okay?â he asks, voice low and rough, cupping your cheek with his hand.
You nod, barely. âYeah⌠just really wrecked.â
Joel chuckles, nuzzling his forehead against your neck. He holds you there like youâre something sacred, making you feel taken care of.
âCareful what ya ask for next time, baby.â
I didnât proofread this soooâŚJust a little something to ease back into writing again. Hope yâall enjoyed this. I hope the next fic is going to be His to KeepđŤŠ
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â đontext; The queen enjoys her little piece of paradise with you, ignoring the tensions of the outside world for just a moment.
â âąandom; House of The Dragon, Asoiaf
âĄ!! warnings: mentions of past sex, affection, reader admiring Alicent, mentions of sweat, implied smut, kisses, wlw, established relationship, f!reader. And others.
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ps: she's so.. oh my.
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HER REDDISH BROWN HAIR SHINED UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE FEW CANDLES.
Her silky skin glistened with sweat, shiny as porcelain. She lay peacefully on the large bed, serene as an angel.
She was beautiful, as if the Maiden herself had blessed her with such kindness.
Soft, contented sighs escaped from between her full lips, and her beautiful doe eyes remained closed in delight.
You smiled at the sight of her, mesmerized, even hungry, even though you had already enjoyed her minutes ago. You crept toward her, slowly so that her peace wouldn't be disturbed. She sighed, fidgeting, but instantly calmed when your warm hands touched her soft skin. She opened one eye to look at you, smiling beautifully at you.
"Is my queen satisfied?" You asked softly, trailing kisses along her pale neck. She shivered at the caress, smiling sweetly at you.
She seemed peaceful, very different from her usual stressed and worried self. You felt proud to have the power to provide your queen with such peace.
"Yes, yes, I am," she replied, leaning into you. She left a light kiss on you, nothing more than a brush of lips, but it made the place burn with desire. "Thank you, my love. I needed this. The council is.. Unstable. The situation with Rhaenyra.." She began, worry lines forming on her beautiful face, but you silenced her with another kiss. It was long this time. Passionate, viscerally, but with the necessary comfort to soothe her.
"Shh. Don't think about it, not tonight. Don't think about anything, my queen, my love, only about me." You whispered against her, kissing her until she lay on her back. You pulled away just enough to look at her. There she was. Her dark eyes shine with desire for you, pleading. You smiled, leaving one last kiss on her lips before slowly moving down between her legs.
I just want to admire her too, ngl :(
ps: I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â đontext; With the threat of war looming and all the tension between the blacks and greens, Aemond finds a small measure of peace with his wife.
â âąandom; House of The Dragon, Asoiaf
âĄ!! warnings: fluff, cuddles, soft! Aemond, staring (not in a creepy way), reader has long hair and is Baratheon. And others.
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ps: why does everyone in this goddamn family have to be so hot? :(
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AEMOND IS A BUSY MAN.
As the king's brother, and a Targaryen himself, duties often weighed him down.
With war looming, Rhaenyra, and the threat to his brother's throne, his days were spent in the meeting room, planning and strategizing.
But even as the prince, the kinslayer, Aemond always finds time to pay attention to his beloved. â You.
If you want something, he is able to move heaven and earth to fulfill your desire, no matter how great it is. All it takes is a pout and teary eyes, and the green prince will fall at your feet like a commoner. As now;
Aemond hummed softly, stroking your hair with the tenderness only a man in love possesses. You find yourself lying in his lap, somewhere between consciousness and the realm of dreams. He smiled, unable to contain himself. He left a light kiss of his lips on your forehead, making you sigh contentedly.
He watches your serene face, appreciating how relaxed you are. The silk of your nightgown tickles his bare skin â skin scarred by violence, tainted, so unlike your own. Your long Baratheon hair creating a beautiful contrast with his silvery one. Your lips slightly parted, letting out sleepy sighs
Oh, how he cherished these moments with you. No Aegon, no Rhaenyra, no war, no Black and Green. Just the two of you. Moments like these showed that, despite everything he might face outside, inside his rooms there would always be his little world full of peace.
"You're staring." You teased mischievously, opening a lazy eye to peek at him. He chuckled at you, leaving another kiss on your cheek. Calloused fingers caressed your face, tracing the curve of your lips, making you blush.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist," He said softly, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his peace would be interrupted.
You stretched out on his lap like a cat, nuzzling into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck, leaving him no chance of escape â not that he wanted to, anyway. You spread gentle kisses across his face, making him smile.
"You don't look guilty," You retorted, closing your eyes. He didn't answer right away. For a full minute he watched you. You looked beautiful. He felt incredibly lucky to have you, and he thanked the Mother and the Maiden for such a blessing.
"I'm not." He finally replied, but you had already dozed off again. He placed a kiss on your sleeping lips, watching you again.
omg, that was so cute :(
ps: I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â đontext; No matter how many seas the great Captain Jack travels, he always returns home.
â âąandom; Pirates of The Caribbean
âĄ!! warnings: comfort, massage (non-sexual), fluff, Jack being Jack. And others.
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ps: I love me some horny chaotic man.
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YOU HUMMED SOFTLY AS YOU MASSAGED HIS BROAD SHOULDERS.
Your delicate hands worked each knot with precision, relieving the pent-up pressure. His head rested lazily against your chest, and he sighed happily with each touch.
"You have fairy hands, darling," he says, eliciting a giggle from you. He always says the same thing, to which you give the same answer every time; "Just for you, Jacky."
Jack Sparrow is a pirate, a scoundrel, a soulless man, but with you? Ah, with you he could finally relax. You are his confidant, his lover, his muse, his peace. The seas know him, the pirates whisper his name, but only you possess him, body and heart.
"How was it this time?" You asked softly, not wanting to disturb him. He sighed as you squeezed a particularly deep knot. You whispered, soothing him, and he relaxed again against the chair.
"Wet. I almost died! I came home with treasure, Spanish rum, and a terrible headache." He dramatized, making you laugh softly. Despite his complaints, you could feel the explicit pleasure in his words, demonstrating how much he truly loved this life.
You kissed his temple, making him purr happily. Before you knew it, his quick hands had pulled you by the waist and you were sitting on his lap. You squealed, laughing. Jack was truly evil.
"But it was all worth it. I came home to you and got to see your beautiful smile again." He said, like a true poet, although his hand slid over your body and his eyes stared at something very different from your smile. You laughed, kissing him quickly, blushing at his words, no matter how cheesy they were.
"Don't make me blush now, Captain." You teased, winking at him. He chuckled at you, attacking your neck with kisses. You sighed, leaning in and exposing yourself more to him.
"Enough talking now, darling. I want to catch up on you." And with that, he lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom. You laughed, swinging your legs in the air as you snuggled into him.
I've had a crush on him forever!! I had to write something.
ps: I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
â đontext; Your knight's arms are your favorite place, and you make sure he knows it.
â âąandom; Game of Thrones, Asoiaf
âĄ!! warnings: cuddles, mention of past obscenity (very light), comfort, fluff, Jorah being all cute and shy (aww >â˘<). And others.
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ps: .. I have nothing to say.
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YOU SIGHED IN PLEASURE AS THE THICK HANDS WALKING OVER YOUR BODY.
Moaning softly, you leaned into him, reveling in his strong embrace. He held you tight, kissing your forehead.
His warmth rocked you, making you sigh again. Jorah trailed gentle kisses along your neck, his calloused hands tenderly caressing your soft skin.
"This is my favorite place," you told him, turning your face to look at him. He kissed you softly, stroking your chin.
"The bed?" He asked, confused, making you laugh. You shifted, only for him to pull you against him, snuggling you into his chest.
"No, silly. Your arms, they're my favorite place." You clarified, lifting your head to look at him. You laughed again when you noticed the shy look in the man's eyes. Jorah could be anything, when it came to you, he became the softest, gentlest being.
He kissed you again, avoiding your gaze. You moaned into the kiss, making him laugh. "Are you ready again?" He asked, his wandering hands roaming over you again.
It was your turn to blush under his piercing gaze. "You know I do." You replied softly. He stared at you like a hungry man, his eyes dark with desire. He gently turned you over on the bed, hovering over you. You gasped, wrapping your legs around him.
"Good. Then I'll give you a reason to stay in my arms for the rest of the night."
Jorah (show) It's kinda hot. I mean, the daddy issues in me are screaming right now.
ps: I apologize for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I use Google Translate.
