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December 1st
pairing: Pero Tovar x fem!reader
warnings: reader is able bodied, no physical description for reader
words: 604
a/n: you know I love writing cozy things in December and I especially love writing them for Pero. Starting at the beginning again with this pairing and how they first meet :) Main Post Directory
[ID: picture of an evergreen mountain, bisected by a line of fog with snow covering the top. Green text reads "December." End ID]
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The first time you saw him was by candlelight. It was well into the evening and you had gone downstairs to retrieve the book you were reading before supper. The gas lamps had been turned off since everyone was in their rooms if not already abed.
So you were genuinely surprised when you turned the corner into the kitchen and found your brother in law, William, speaking with a man unknown to you. You thanked your lucky stars that you hadn’t changed into your nightgown yet because the man’s eyes had caught on you the second you turned the corner. William only turned when he heard your gasp.
“Sorry, love, Pero’s come a little unexpectedly,” William told you with a laugh. He turned to the other man, “But never unwelcomely.”
You walked over faster than you meant to, nearing snuffing the candle in the brass holder you were carrying. Setting it down with a shy smile, you greeted him, “I’ve heard about you, Mr. Tovar. It’s nice to put a face to the name, finally.”
It really was very nice to put his face in particular to the name. In all the wonderful and exciting adventures William had told you and your sister, Charlotte, about, he had never described just how handsome this Pero Tovar was.
“It is a pleasure to meet the woman who gave William the honor of marrying him. Though I am not sure he deserves it. Please, call me Pero,” he said, grabbing your hand gently and pressing a quick kiss to the back of it.
You felt a warmth move through you from the back of your hand, to your chest and cheeks. “Oh, I’m not— Charlotte’s my sister,” you said.
William clarified and made actual introductions, during which Pero retained hold of your hand and then gave it a more lingering kiss before he said, “My apologies. How lucky that William should have such a lovely sister in law.”
Before you could think of how to respond, your tongue tied as you flustered, Charlotte came bustling in to meet Pero.
You hadn’t realized your hand was still in Pero’s until Charlotte looked down at them and then up at you with a little smile. Pero released your hand as you pulled it away and turned, letting Pero and your sister get acquainted as you collected yourself.
As you heard them exchange niceties you pressed the back of your hand gently to your face, swearing you could feel the heat of his fingers lingering on your skin.
“We can have the guest room ready in just a moment.” You faced the group again at Charlotte’s words.
“You’ll stay with us?” you asked Pero, your voice more breathless than you would’ve liked.
Pero’s gaze focused on you even though his words referenced Charlotte, “I would be more than happy to stay. Only if I am not an imposition on my kind hostess.”
Charlotte assured him he was not and then grabbed your arm to get your attention and help getting the room ready for Pero.
As she pulled you away with a good natured tug, you looked over your shoulder at Pero, whose dark eyes were following your movement. He smiled and nodded his farewell.
“Goodnight,” you called out. “Goodnight, Pero. William.”
“Sleep well,” Pero responded and then turned his attention back to his friend that was more like family.
“You, sir, are going down a familiar path,” William said with a grin.
“What is your meaning?” Pero asked.
“Just that I recognize the look on your face. It’s the same one I’ve worn since the moment I met Charlotte.”
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Oooo your sideblog sounds fun! I think i like 'nobedofroses' for the name!
Okay good that’s the one I like too. Glad I can always count on you for advice 💖💖
April 10th
pairing: Jackson!Joel Miller x gn!reader
warnings: some angst, some fluff, mentions of malnourishment and grief, reader is able bodied, no gendered language used for reader
words: 720
a/n: Day 10 with Joel, prompt today is: "Just stay near me. Please.” Joel is shaken up after a mission Main Post Directory
[ID: Rainy green-blue gradient background, pale blue text reads "April Showers." End ID]
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After dinner was served, you were helping clean up in the mess hall when you heard footsteps approaching from outside. You wondered if someone had been held up in their duties and missed dinner.
You were wiping down the tables, so you would head back to the kitchen to get them a meal depending on their preference. Looking up with a smile, you said, “Hey, how’s it…”
Your voice trailed off when you saw it was Joel. Normally you didn’t lose your power of speech quite so easily around him, but the look on his face was enough to stop you cold. His eyes were shining, bright with emotion that had your stomach twisting in worry.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, hurrying over to his side.
Joel didn’t answer you, but you could hear his ragged breath and pulled him over to one of the benches, worried about whether he’d be able to keep standing. His clothes, damp from the rain that had been falling all evening, were dirty and torn in a couple places and you hoped he wasn’t injured.
Before you could offer to get him water like you had planned to, Joel pressed himself to your body. You were absolutely surprised but not opposed, and wrapped your arms around him as he held you tight.
His head was leaning against your upper abdomen and his arms were almost too tight around your back, but you weren’t going to stop him for anything. This was the biggest outpouring of emotion you’d ever seen from Joel and you didn’t want him to regret his vulnerability.
The two of you just stayed there for several minutes, and Joel’s breathing went from shaky and fast to more steady and even. At one point, one of the other people helping in the mess hall came out looking for you and froze in confusion on the other side of the room. They mouthed, “Are you okay?” and you nodded but when they mouthed, “Is he okay?” you responded, “I don’t know.” They seemed to get that the two of you needed the space and left with a gesture that the kitchen was all set for the night.
After they had gone, you hazarded moving your hands, rubbing up and down his upper back to try and comfort him. You felt Joel sigh against you and took that as a good sign, keeping the motion steady.
A couple minutes later, Joel’s head lifted and he looked up at you. You wondered if he felt better now and whether he’d just walk away and pretend this never happened. You didn’t know how your heart would take it if he did.
But while his tight hold relaxed a little on you, he didn’t let go. You waited for him to speak but he didn’t say anything, just looked at you.
“Are you hurt?” you whispered, worried you should have asked him sooner. He shook his head, still silent.
You brought your hands up to his shoulders, trying to resist the temptation to touch his face or his hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Joel took in a deep breath and nodded, “We found a kid. Young girl. Reminded me of Ellie. And Sarah.” You nodded in understanding, “Was she…?”
Joel answered quickly, “She’s okay. She’ll be alright, but she was in rough shape. Didn’t even know we were out here, just lost in the wilderness. She’s unconscious now and severely malnourished. I’m s’posed to be gettin’ her some bone broth. But I just couldn’t… breathe.”
“Mmm,” you let the moment sit for a second and then offered, “I can get that ready for her. We can put it in a thermos so it’ll stay warm until she’s awake.”
Joel said, “That’s good, thanks.”
You waited for him to let go of you, but he didn’t. Several seconds went by so you asked, “And will you be okay? Is there any way I can help you?”
Joel gave you a vulnerable sort of smile, like he worried you’d reject what he was going to say. “Just… stay near me. Please.”
This time, you did move your hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and you felt the subtle pressure of him leaning into it. You nodded, and said on a breath, “Yes. Always.”
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October 19th
pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader
warnings: hurt/comfort, nightmares
words: 617
a/n: Prompt for today is Nightmares from this list by @raven-cincaide-words. Din has nightmares after he thinks you and Grogu have gone missing. You comfort him, v soft
Directory, previous Din blurb, Day 18
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Whenever something happened with a bounty that was particularly stressful, or when something put Grogu and you in danger in some way, or even perceived danger, Din was prone to nightmares. He kept such a tight hold on himself and especially his “negative” emotions like worry and fear during the day that most of the time they only had an outlet at night when he was asleep and couldn’t control them.
Before you had realized that, the nightmares had surprised and then worried you. But after you figured out why he was having them, you encouraged him to find ways to express his fears and worries and be vulnerable when he was awake. Usually something as small as talking through something or spending time with you and Grogu to be able to see and feel that you were safe was enough. But sometimes the deep-rooted fears of loss and abandonment would still show themselves in his dreams.
That’s why you weren’t surprised when you woke up in the middle of the night after the maze debacle to Din’s unconscious movements and words of worry.
Through trial and error, you had learned that Din could sometimes be dangerous even in his sleep. It was so ingrained in his subconscious to be ready at any moment for an attack, to always be on the defensive, that he could think that you were a threat before he woke up. Especially if he was already having a nightmare.
So you spoke his name first. Since so few people knew his name, it worked to set him at ease, especially hearing it in your voice, “Din. Din, honey, can you wake up? You’re having a nightmare. Din, it’s me.”
He started to stir, his head turning toward you and you could see the frown on his face. You kept going, telling him sweet nothings as you saw his face begin to relax and his movements slow down until he was blinking his eyes open to look at you.
“Hi,” you said, moving in close to be able to touch and comfort him now that he knew that you were you and not a threat. You pulled him close and Din tucked his face into your neck while you ran your fingers through his hair and told him, “It was a dream that’s over now.”
You stayed like that a long time, listening to Din’s breathing get a little harder as he spent a few tears and then slowly even out again as he calmed down.
“It was about the maze. This time you and Grogu weren’t okay,” Din said into your skin and you nodded, that made sense.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think about contacting you, sweetheart” you told him.
Din scoffed, lifting his head to look at you, “I should have set up something already.”
“Well, at least the time we figured out we needed it nothing bad happened. Now we’ll be prepared for sure,” you pointed out and Din nodded. You leaned in and kissed him, just quick and soft.
“Do you want to try and go back to sleep or talk for a while or do something else?” You asked and Din opened his mouth to talk but you had another idea, “Or, we could talk for a while and then do something else, and then try going to sleep, how about that?”
Din smiled, “You seem pretty eager about this ‘something else.’”
“Always eager for you,” you told him with a solemn nod. If it were lighter in your bunk you’re sure you would’ve seen a pink blush on his cheeks.
“I like the last option,” Din said after a second.
You smiled, “Yeah, let’s do that one.”
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December 3rd
pairing: Jack Daniels x fem!reader
warnings: reader is able bodied, no physical description for reader. she gets stuck on the side of the road
words: 964
a/n: yay day 3! charming and cute Jack as always, and so helpful too! Main Post Directory
[ID: picture of an evergreen mountain, bisected by a line of fog with snow covering the top. Green text reads "December." End ID]
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This was the last thing you needed, to be stuck on some back-country road because you tried to take a shortcut on the way to your boss’ country club because the brownies you made for the potluck took longer than you thought because you tried out a new recipe trying to be fancy instead of sticking to the one you had been using for years.
You had tried everything you were supposed to try, the cardboard, pushing, even the kitty litter that you had had in your trunk for the last ten years just in case you had ever gotten stuck. Apparently, you were too stuck for any of them to work. Or you were doing it wrong.
Either way, you were contemplating waiting for a new idea to spark and possibly freezing to death or calling roadside assistance and having to pay some expensive fee for it.
Figuring that you’d think better with some sugar zapping through your blood, you turned off the car and opened the door so the interior lights would come on and you could see the brownies better. They were still a little warm and the chocolate melty so you knew they’d be fucking delicious.
You took a bite and sighed in utter bliss. Okay so maybe the fancy new brownie recipe was worth it, so long as you didn’t die of hypothermia out here. Not that it was that cold. Even with your door open a bit you were okay for another minute.
Relaxing for the moment, you laid your head against the headrest, rested your eyes, and ate more of the brownie. A particularly chocolatey and rich last bite had you moaning in satisfaction just as you heard the crunch of snow under a shoe.
“That sounds appetizin’,” a low voice drawled as your eyes moved up the body of the lean and well-muscled man that was standing just beyond your open door. He was practically smirking and that drew your eye to his plush lips and full mustache. They were inevitably drawn higher to his big, aquiline nose that made your tummy flip and then up to these deep, chocolatey eyes that gave your brownies a run for their money.
When you didn’t say anything back, he smiled and said, “I thought you were stuck in the snow, but if I’m just interruptin’ a snack break I’ll let you be.”
That broke you from the trance his pretty face had put you in. “No! I mean, yes, I am stuck. I just needed a little energy boost to try and think of a way out of here.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” he nodded and then you had another good idea.
“But if you can get me out of here then I’d happily pay you in brownies,” you told him with a smile, holding up the tray for him to see. “Not all of them because I’m going to a work thing, but the rest of this row.”
He grinned and said, “That’s the best bargain I’ve heard all year. I’m Jack, by the way, darlin’.”
The pet name flustered you a bit but you were able to say yours and shake the hand he held out for you. His grip was firm and warm but he also smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand in a way that made you feel all fuzzy inside.
In about ten minutes, Jack had identified the problem (a big chunk of ice stuck under the center of your car), found a solution (his tire iron and some strategic stabs to the ice), got your car to move again (hallelujah), and completely charmed you (maybe you’d give him your number as well as the brownies).
You were bent over your front seat to find napkins in your center console that you could use to wrap up the brownies, hoping that perhaps Jack was taking a look at your ass while you did so. But just as you turned around with the brownies, Jack got a phone call.
With a purse of his lips, he checked who was calling and said, “Sorry, darlin’, gotta take this.”
You nodded as he answered and turned to the side, which did give you time to admire his profile. It was a very, very nice profile.
After a few seconds of ogling him you caught the actual words he was saying, “Okay, yeah, I can be there in ten, I’ll leave right away.”
He turned back to you with an apologetic look and then told the person on the phone, “Hang on a second.”
Holding the phone against his upper chest, he said to you, “I’m sorry to dash off, but it’s an urgent thing with my ranch’s water main. Can you head out first so I know you’ll be safe on your way?”
The fact that he was even thinking about your safety while he seemed to have some sort of emergent situation going on was very endearing. You could’ve kissed him right then but you had to make this goodbye quick so he could deal with his own stuff. “Of course, thank you again, here’s the brownies. I hope everything’s alright.”
You pushed the brownies into his free hand, putting your hand over his wrist for a brief second and he smiled, “Thank you, darlin’, I think it will be.”
With that, there was nothing else to do but get into your car, start it up, and drive off with a wave. Jack waved back and turned to get into his truck and you sighed, wishing you had written down your number and tucked it in with the brownies right from the get go. Now all you had was half a tray of brownies and the memory of his handsome face.
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December 31st
pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader
warnings: fluff and smut (unprotected p in v sex)
words: 1.5k
a/n: Woohoo finally all posted!! and before January ended too! Enjoy this smutty new year's celebration :) Joel no. 5 Directory
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You were going to be at Joel’s again for New Year’s Eve. It only made sense, really. You had been invited by some work friends to go watch fireworks in the park, but sitting in the cold to watch something that always seemed too loud and too short at the same time sounded like a terrible idea.
Apparently it was what Sarah was going to be doing. She normally hung out with Joel but being 14 now she wanted to spend the night with her friends. And you thought probably her crush from school, too.
You had expected for Joel to tell you it was a party he was inviting you to, maybe at Tommy’s or something. But when you asked how many people there would be and what you should bring and where it was, he had blushed and said, “Well, I was thinkin’ just you and me.”
Instantly that sounded better than any party you had ever been to and you eagerly agreed. The two of you made plans to cook dinner together and Joel promised to get some champagne if you brought your cookies.
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When you arrived at his door, your dinner plans ended up getting derailed by a little while as you found yourself in Joel’s room on his bed getting fucked until you came twice.
Then while dinner was in the oven you might have insisted on evening the score and got on your knees for him. And after dinner he insisted on returning the favor right there at the dinner table.
But when he tried to keep going to further uneven the score, you pushed at his head and he lifted it from under your skirt with a raised brow, “What’s wrong, honey, gettin’ sensitive?”
You laughed, “Well, that and if you keep making me cum I’ll be too sleepy to stay up until midnight.”
Joel grinned and turned his head so he could kiss at your thigh, “Oh yeah? I’m just too good, huh?”
His cockiness was irritatingly attractive, especially because it was true, he was way too fucking good. So you just shook your head with a smile and pulled him up to you for a kiss, murmuring, “shut up and kiss me.”
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A couple hours later, having gotten by with only some making out, it was about fifteen minutes until midnight. Joel was opening a bottle of champagne and you were just pulling your cookies out of the oven. “Okay, so these need to rest for like ten-ish minutes to keep cooking. And then they’ll be perfect!”
“Perfect, sweetheart,” Joel’s voice, right behind your ear, made you jump. You had thought he was on the other side of the island. You also couldn’t help the shiver that ran across your skin.
Before you could say anything, his arms were wrapping around you from behind and he was tilting his head down to kiss your neck. A warmth that had nothing to do with the cookies and oven started spreading through you.
“You know, I was thinking…” he paused to nip at your pulse point and you moaned. “That since it’s almost midnight, we don’t have to worry about you getting sleepy, sweetheart.”
“But, um, the cookies and the champagne,” you reminded him, but your unsteady voice wasn’t very convincing.
“We’ve got all the time in the world for cookies and champagne. What we have less time to do is make sure that you’re cumming right as the clock strikes midnight,” he said, his hands having somehow found their way under your dress. He was just stroking over your thighs for now, but his hands were creeping ever higher.
“W-what about you?”
“You really are a sweetheart, aren’t you? Alright, we can both cum, how about that?”
One of his hands was holding your panties to the side and the other was tracing along your folds and you weren’t able to answer beyond a wobbly, “yeah, oh—”
How he got you over to the couch where the TV was set to the New Year’s countdown and got you situated on top of him with your legs so wobbly, you had no idea. He said that he always came faster with you on top and that he could make you cum in just a couple minutes in any position (which was embarrassingly true). He also said that your wobbly legs were a non issue because he’d still be doing all the work, and all you had to do was sit there and look pretty and cum when he told you.
You hadn’t had any alcohol yet, but you felt dizzy with desire as he told you all of this while getting his hard cock out. It was easy to believe that he could’ve made you cum just by telling you to if he really wanted with how turned on you were and how wet you clearly were when he swiped his cock through your folds.
He had you sitting on his cock in record time, your pussy wet, flushed, and puffy with your ridiculous state of arousal and all the other orgasms you had had that day. Then he had you lean forward until you were an inch or two off his cock, your chest was pressed to his, and your face was tucked into his neck. And that’s when he started fucking you.
You could feel the strength of his legs under you as he pushed up into you, already rutting right against that spot that made you see stars. With gasps and moans, and holding onto his shoulders, you took each thrust and let the pleasure start to build.
Joel could see the TV behind you, and checked the time so he knew when to time things. Between everything in the kitchen and getting both of you undressed enough for his liking, there was just seven minutes before the new year. He knew he could make you cum in half that time, and by your moans you were definitely enjoying yourself, so he focused on himself for the moment.
He ended up grabbing onto your hips and bringing your ass down to meet his thrusts because he liked watching your ass jiggle with each bounce. He couldn’t help but give your ass a swat or two and loved hearing your pleasured gasp in his ear each time he did.
When the countdown got down to three minutes, he switched to fucking up into you again and moved you back from him so your face was in front of his and his hand could fit between your bodies to start rubbing at your clit.
The surprised look followed by melting into pleasure on your face was enough to make his cock twitch inside you and he said, “Oh fuck, sweetheart, don’t make me cum before it’s time.”
Your voice was a little whiny as you said, “You’re the one who’s making it hard! I was close before you started touching me.”
“Okay, well, two minutes left, can you make it?” he asked, his voice so sweet you had to lean in to give him a kiss. You lingered a little because when you were focusing on kissing, it was a little easier to not cum.
When you pulled back to moan, you also asked, “How long now?”
Joel laughed and said, “About a minute fifteen.”
You whined in frustrated pleasure and dug your nails lightly into his shoulders to help hold you off.
“Shit, okay, that is not helping,” Joel grunted and you could actually feel his cock swelling inside you. If you didn’t think that this whole plan was equally hot and romantic, you would’ve encouraged him to cum right then. But instead you relaxed your hands and smoothed them over his shoulders instead.
“Sorry, baby. How long now?”
“Fifty seconds.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll just breathe. And then— and then I can last,” you paused to moan. “—longer.”
“Uh huh. Good plan,” Joel said, sounding out of breath and strained himself. It was fucking hot.
“How long now?” you asked desperately.
“You’re killing me here, sweetheart. 25 seconds,” Joel told you with a smile.
“Okay, we should just— we should start counting down now, I can do it now,” you told him.
“Perfect, it’s ten, nine, eight, seven, six, okay honey cum with me now in, three, two, fuck, one, n-ow,” Joel’s voice cracked as you started cumming around him, his thrusts having gotten frantic with the last five seconds. The two of you were lost together in pleasure and only distantly heard the vague sounds of celebration from the TV as your names fell brokenly from each other’s lips.
As soon as Joel had his wits about him, he said, “Happy New Year, sweetheart,” and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was short, both of you out of breath, but your smiles were big and you breathed, “Happy New Year,” back.
By the time you got to them, the cookies were room temperature and the champagne was a little flat, but you couldn’t think of a better start to the year than the one you had with Joel.
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December Writing 2024
Doing blurbs/fics for this December again, with vague ideas/prompts from me this time! I'm going to try and do these as like 6 mini series because I always like doing that impromptu during other writing challenges, so the formatting of this page may change as I figure it out lol. Writing for Din, Pero, Javier, Joel, Jack, and Marcus! Happy December ❄️
December 1st with Joel Miller: being the Millers' neighbor
December 2nd with Din Djarin: domestic life and the heater breaks
December 3rd with Pero Tovar: running an inn & getting close to Pero
December 4th with Marcus Moreno: planning for a weekend trip
December 5th with Jack Daniels: Jack gets stuck at your cabin
December 6th with Javier Peña: meeting Javi at the hotel bar
the rest below the cut!
December 7th with Joel Miller: hot neighbor Joel helps in a crisis
December 8th with Din Djarin: talking about your relationship fluff
December 9th with Pero Tovar: getting close with Pero in the attic
December 10th with Marcus Moreno: Marcus gets a little tipsy
December 11th with Jack Daniels: the heat goes out! one bed!
December 12th with Javier Peña: beach time leads to shower time
December 13th with Joel Miller: 1-on-1 conference leads to a lot more
December 14th with Din Djarin: fluffy moment and a relationship step
December 15th with Pero Tovar: baking bread together & future talk
December 16th with Marcus Moreno: SAD with comfort from Marcus
December 17th with Jack Daniels: fun flirting with cutie Jack
December 18th with Javier Peña: getting distracted before your date
December 19th with Joel Miller: Christmas plans with the Millers
December 20th with Din Djarin: a foggy day causes some issues
December 21st with Marcus Moreno: sweet moments with the fam
December 22nd with Pero Tovar: learning constellations together
December 23rd with Jack Daniels: domestic and cozy with Jack
December 24th with Javier Peña: giving each other your gifts
December 25th with Joel Miller: Christmas day gift exchanging
December 26th with Din Djarin: Din on bed rest wanting a distraction
December 27th with Pero Tovar: sweet resolution for the future
December 28th with Marcus Moreno: snowy morning with the fam
December 29th with Jack Daniels: talking about resolutions together
December 30th with Javier Peña: finishing some resolutions together
December 31st with Joel Miller: smutty New Year's celebration
December 13th
pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader
warnings: smut: p in v sex, oral sex f receiving, fingering, grinding
words: 2.5k (more of a fic than a blurb i must say)
a/n: the concept behind this one was parent-teacher conference and if that doesn't just scream sex, I don't know what does! Still cute and a little domestic though lol Joel no. 2 Joel no. 4 Directory
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Before your school’s winter break there were always parent-teacher nights. It was to go over the kids’ progress as the end of the semester was nearing and give families ideas and resources to use over the break to support them however they needed. They were done over two nights of an open house where the parents were able to go through the school the way their kids did and spend about ten minutes in each classroom. If anyone wanted a longer time to talk, there was still about ten days before the break started to set up phone calls or smaller meetings.
There was a pretty good turn out, especially because the school offered activities and pizza dinner for the kids in the gym. Turns out teenagers are extremely happy to make snowflakes, decorate cookies, make cards, and eat tons of pizza.
About 15 out of your 100 kids didn’t have anyone come that night, but you got email requests for phone calls or sent them out yourself to the forgetful parents and made a note to check in with those kids the next day.
One student whose parent you were pretty surprised to have not seen was Sarah. Joel was super involved usually, even volunteering to do things around the school that no one had asked him to do. The first night you thought he was coming the second night but on the second night he was nowhere to be found. You were a little miffed to be honest. Even though Sarah was in a very steady place in school, you thought it was good for all of the parents to know what was going on from the teacher. And maybe you thought he’d just want to see you, too.
As you drove home from work, you hoped you could just hurry out of your car and into the house without seeing either of them, because you were annoyed and you didn’t think it would help. For the hundredth time you cursed yourself for not having finished clearing out all of your moving boxes from the garage so you could park there.
Just as you were locking your car, almost to your front door, you heard your name being called from not too far away. You hesitated, almost pretending not to hear him, before you stopped and turned around.
Joel was jogging up your driveway but slowed down into a quick walk and smiled as he saw you waiting for him. It only took a few seconds before he was in front of you, his handsome face and sweet smile only melting your resolve to be annoyed a little bit.
“Hi.”
“Hi, do you need something?” you asked, not rude but not as nice as you usually did.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for missing the parent-teacher night. Well, nights. Hell, I kinda wanted to come to both if it meant being around you in an adult setting,” Joel said, smile not gone but more earnest now.
“Why didn’t you come then?” you said bluntly.
“Work emergency, I—”
“You had a work emergency both nights?” you were a little incredulous.
“Well, yeah. A client I’ve worked with in the past had someone crash a car into their house, a kid’s friend drunk off his ass, and we’ve been working nonstop to get the hole fixed so they have their home ready for them. Especially this time of year with the cold and the holidays, we’ve worked 12 hour days for them. Just finished and got home,” Joel explained and suddenly you felt horrible for being annoyed.
“A car in their house? 12 hours? Oh Joel, you must be so tired, don’t even worry about the parent-teacher night, we see each other all the time, I can tell you things any day. You finished all that work in two days?” you asked, thinking about those poor people and poor Joel and everyone else working so hard.
Your expression of concern was so sweet that Joel had to shift his weight and swallow before answering, hoping he’d be able to keep himself in check, “Well, it wasn’t in their house, just hit it. Everyone’s okay. But that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I do want to hear what you have to say about Sarah’s class and everything you’re doing with them, so I thought maybe we could talk over dinner? Friday?”
“Oh, I mean, I don’t want to take up your time, the talks were only about 10 minutes long,” you hedged, not knowing if it was a good idea to spend that much time with him, even with Sarah there.
“Then we’ll do the 10 minutes and then talk about something else. C’mon, I make a mean lasagna, Sarah can attest to that,” Joel assured you.
“Okay, then. Should I bring garlic bread? A salad?”
“I’ve got the salad covered, but I’ll never say no to garlic bread.”
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You arrived at 6:30 like the two of you had planned, with the garlic bread in tow. You hadn’t warmed it up just in case not everything was ready at theirs, figuring you’d just pop it in the oven while you helped set the table or something. Aside from anything, you were actually pretty excited for this meal. Since it was just you, you didn’t cook things like lasagna almost at all.
It took about a minute for the door to be answered and you were met with a slightly breathless Joel.
“Sorry about that, I had just started washing my hands and didn’t think I’d be able to open the door with them covered in soap. Come on in,” Joel grabbed the garlic bread from where you were holding it in front of you and gestured to the coat hooks, “You can put anything there you don’t want with you. Thanks for bringing this.”
You hung up your stuff and then started following him into the kitchen, “No problem.”
“And I’m also sorry that Sarah’s soccer practice ran a little late so I’m only just now getting the lasagna in. But we can talk about her school now and other stuff while we’re eating, right?” he said as he covered the lasagna in foil.
“Yeah that works,” you looked around a little, “So where’s Sarah?”
“Oh, um, she got invited over to a friend’s so it’ll just be the two of us. Is that alright?” Joel checked as he put the lasagna in the oven and started a timer.
It was definitely not alright. Sarah was supposed to be your buffer, to keep you from fraternizing with him. Especially since all you could think about when you looked at him was kissing him or touching him or those strong hands touching you. Or more…
It also didn’t help that you had told your best friend at work, Kate, that you were having dinner at their house but that it would be totally above board and professional and not against the rules in any way. Then she had said that there were no rules about being involved with a student’s parents. That there had been a teacher who got married to his student’s mom and they were still together now.
Not that you wanted to marry Joel. At least, not beyond the way anyone would want to marry a sweet, strong, caring, and handsome single dad. If they were into that sort of thing.
“Yeah that’s fine,” you said, knowing you sounded a little strained.
“This way you can tell me what you really think about her,” Joel joked. He had finished wiping down the counter and starting the dishes soaking while you were thinking. Now he washed his hands as he continued, “How she mouths off in class or sneaks into the bathroom to smoke cigarettes.”
You laughed, “No, she’s more the type to put pins on my chair or steal cookies from the bake sale.”
Joel dried his hands and stepped closer to you, “Well, you do have the best chocolate chip cookie recipe.”
“This is true,” you agreed with a happy smile.
He took a step closer, “Terrible about the other thing though.”
It took a second to bring your attention back to his words from the lips that were speaking them, “What other thing?”
“The thumbtacks,” his voice low and it really didn’t sound like he was thinking about thumbtacks.
“Oh yeah. Do you think my ass has recovered?” you asked, not knowing what possessed you to say that, hoping he’d think it was funny.
He was close enough to you now that he could just lean closer and look over your shoulder to check you out. “Never looked better.”
You started to laugh, but then he came back in front of you and he was right there and you were looking at him and then suddenly you weren’t. Suddenly you were kissing him and his hands were firm around your back and yours were sliding up the nape of his neck into his hair.
The two of you made out like that for you don’t know how long, but at some point one of his legs was between yours and his hands were roaming from your waist to your breasts to your ass. When it got to be enough that you needed more, you started grinding against his leg, moaning at the friction it created against your clit and doing it again and then again.
But Joel pulled away from the kiss and looked at you with lust-blown eyes, “Fuck, sweetheart, need more?”
You nodded quickly, “Yeah, Joel.”
“I’ll give you more, c’mon, up,” Joel said as his hands came to your waist so he could help you jump up and sit on the counter. You weren’t exactly sure how he was going to give you more, but you didn’t see how you were going to be able to grind on him from up here.
So when he started kissing you again and used his to push your legs apart, you were happy and tried to move so he could stand right between your legs and maybe you could grind on him then. But when his hands stopped you moving, you were confused. And then when one of them slid up your inner thigh, underneath your dress, and then up to your panties, you were a little surprised and then so happy.
From there, it wasn’t long until he had you cumming on his fingers. And then his tongue. You had wanted to do something, anything, to return the favor. You had tried to palm his cock when he was fingering you, but he just used his free hand to hold yours against his chest and said, “No sweetheart, I’m taking care of you right now.”
When he ate you out you couldn’t really reach much of him but you kept telling him that he didn’t need to make you cum again, that you wanted him to feel good. He had just said, “Oh trust me, sweetheart, I feel very good eatin’ this pussy.”
The words were enough to have you covering your face as you moaned, embarrassed at how turned on just his voice saying those words made you.
After you had cum, he stood up again and kissed you, hard, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself and you reciprocated greedily.
But you pulled back before too long and said, “Joel, fuck me now? Oh please, I want you, I want your cock, I want to make your cock feel good. Please, it’s only fair.”
Joel was proud to have made a proper little school teacher like you swear and beg for his cock in the prettiest goddamn way he had ever heard and he couldn’t deny you a fucking thing.
“Alright, sweetheart, got a condom?” he asked seriously.
You couldn’t help but laugh, “What? On my person? No, I don’t think I do, Joel.”
Joel laughed with you, “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ve got it.”
You watched, giddy at him calling you “darlin’,” as he walked over to the pantry. Your jaw dropped open as he grabbed a box of oatmeal off the shelf. He reached inside, seemingly moved some packets of oatmeal out of the way, and fished out a condom in its wrapper. He sauntered back over to you, reading the package and saying triumphantly, “Three months until it expires!”
You looked at him with raised eyebrows.
He blushed and smiled boyishly, “Been awhile.”
All questions about oatmeal and condoms flew out of your head and you held out your hands, “C’mere, now.”
The sex was slow going at first. Joel was slow first to make sure you were ready and avoid hurting you, which you appreciated because he was fucking big. Then he went slow to make sure that he wasn’t going to cum in the first thirty seconds of being fully inside you.
But you thought that was one of the hottest things anyone had ever told you, so it worked out. Once you had adjusted to his size, things were faster and more insistent with open mouthed kisses, your nails up his back, and his cock driving into you over and over again.
He made sure you came one last time, his thumb rubbing over your clit until you were shaking around him and then he fucked into you deep and pulsed inside of you with whiny moans that made you very happy.
When he pulled out to throw the condom away, you laid back on the counter, totally spent and not caring that it wasn’t the most comfortable you’d ever been. You’d fix your hair and bra and panties later, right now you just needed to breathe.
Joel came back and put his warm hand on your thigh, “You good, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you sighed happily. Then you remembered something and sat straight upright, “Wait, why the hell do you have condoms in your oatmeal? Do you have them stashed all over the house? Like in case of an emergency.”
Joel laughed loud and happy at that, “No, no. Ain’t having any sex emergencies over here in years. No, Sarah used to get into all of my stuff, permanent markers, cash, something that an old girlfriend had left when she stayed over one night. All of it was in my nightstand and I even got a lock but she found the key. But she fucking hates oatmeal. Won’t touch the stuff. So I started putting stuff there a few years ago, ‘round when she was nine.”
That sounded about right, Sarah was a pretty nosy kid still at 14. You gave Joel a coy look and said, “You aren’t holding onto things from your ex still, right?”
“Oh no, she took the handcuffs with her when we broke up,” Joel said nonchalantly, watching to see if he’d get a rise out of you.
Sure enough, he did. Your eyes went wide and you took in a sharp breath. He wanted to see what you would say.
It took you a second, but you looked at him and said, “Oh well, that’s too bad.”
Joel was stunned silent for a moment and just as he was opening his mouth to say something he hadn’t thought of yet, hopefully something clever and sexy, the timer for the lasagna went off with several loud beeps.
“You get the lasagna, Joel, I’ll go… freshen up,” you told him, hopping off the counter easily and then pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
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