Coffee And Hot Chocolate

Coffee and Hot Chocolate

 Fandom: House of Wax Characters: Lester,

Relationship: Lester/reader Request: would you write for Lester? Something angsty but fluffy  No matter how many times you went to the twins house, you always left feeling degraded and useless. Sitting in the pick up truck with your head resting on the window as Lester drove. He knew you were upset, but lacked any sort of social skills to try and speak properly to you. The previous times, he had tried but ended up making you more upset. So now he kept silent. Vincent was never an issue. In fact, he was the only reason you ever agreed to go to their house. He was always sweet to you, silently offering you everything from water to a meal. It was Bo who made you resent everything about your new life. He hated you with a passion. You hadn’t came here on purpose. In fact, you had been dragged kicking and screaming. You had been kidnapped and thrown in a trunk. You had spent a few days there before Lester found you. They had been run off the road as per normal and Lister had been rummaging through their belongings while the other 3 had went to find Bo. But you had thought they were back. You had kicked the trunk, expecting for them to snap at you to shut up. But you certainly hadn’t been expecting the boot to open. He had looked just as surprised as you had. To this day, you don’t know how Lester persuaded Bo to let him keep you. But that was how you ended up living with him. His home was in the middle of the forest and, if you were completely honest with yourself, you loved it. His cabin looked small from the outside but had 3 bedrooms, a large living room and kitchen as well as a dinning room. You had your own room. In the beginning, you had been kept there, with bars on the window. But it was better than a car boot. Plus, Lester was honestly a sweetheart to you. At the start, you had made a plan to take advantage by earning his trust and then running when he gave you the chance. But you never had. Not that you didn’t have his trust. You no longer had bars on the window and you were free to road the house as you pleased. But you felt more at home with him than you ever had anywhere in the world. And Lester truly did seem to care about you and your wellbeing. He tried his best to keep you happy, like you were a pet rather than a room mate. But you never understood one thing. Why he had never made any advances on you. It sounded truly stupid, and you hated how you longed for his touch. But you were sure he wanted you. You saw how his eyes glanced to your thighs when he was driving and you were wearing a skirt. you saw how he seemed to blush and became jittery at your touch.   But nothing ever happened. And you couldn’t understand it. pulling up outside the house, you got out and closed the truck door. Lester was quick to unlock his house and you followed him inside. But you couldn’t stop the question from falling from your lips. “Why did you keep me?” You suddenly ask, your brow furrowed as you stared at the ground. “What?” Lester didn’t catch your question, but smiled sweetly at you. “Why keep me? Im useless.” You ask again. “look, don’t listen to Bo. He talks out-“ Lester shakes his head but you notice something change within him. “Hes right. I cant do anything. Im useless to you. Just another mouth to feed.” You throw your arms up as your voice raised. “Now hang on. I aint argued with Bo for god knows how long for you to start too.” He shakes his head, confirming your suspicion. Bo still didn’t like you were here, and he was still trying to convince Lester to kill you. And, unfortunately, you two were now taking your anger out on each other. “Why fight with him? Why keep me here?” you gesture to the room. “Just kill me like you kill everyone else.” “I aint doing that!” He growls back at you, and for the first time you could see the anger in his eyes. “Why not!?” You scream, your eyes filled with tears as you broke. “Cause I damn well said so!” He yells, raising his voice at you for the first time as he threw the hat on the floor in anger. You flinched, any anger dropping from your body as  you backed away from him. You dropped your gaze, becoming more submissive as you shrunk into yourself and wrapped your arms around you. tears pooled in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you pressed yourself against the wall. You could see him through the tears as he scooped up his hat, ringing it in his hands as he stuttered a few times. “[y/n]?” He whispered as he darted to you, reaching out to you but he was too quick and it gave you a fright. You moved out of his reach, turned and ran into your room. You pressed yourself against the door once it was closed, expecting him to come and bang on the door, demanding you open it. But he never did. You heard him follow but he faltered at the door. Sliding down the door, you broke down. With your legs pulled up to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, you cried. Sobs fell from your lips, muffled as your head fell forward and rested on your arms. Footsteps from the other side of the door made you jump as you heard Lester running away. For a few minuets, you were left to cry in peace before he returned. “[y/n]? I got hot chocolate, and them chocolates you like. And some tissues.” His voice was shaking as you sat up, sniffing as you turned your head in confusion. “I’ll leave ‘em outside for yah. I’ll be in my room if you need anythin’” His footsteps retreated, and you heard his door open and close. After a few moment, you pushed yourself off the ground and opened the door, peering out. On the ground was a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows in your favourite cup, along with a bar of your favourite chocolates and a fresh box of tissues. You glance down the hall way towards Lesters room and felt a rush of guilt. Yes, he had yelled at you, but you were yelling at him. And he didn’t throw his hat at you or ever shown any aggression towards you. The second he realised you were upset, he tried to comfort you. Kneeling down, you picked up a tissue, wiping your eyes. IN truth, you were more confused than ever. Picking up the tissues and chocolate, you placed them inside your room before picking up the hot chocolate. You had to make amends with Lester in the morning. But tonight, you’d enjoy the sweetness of the drink. —–Time skip —–You always woke before Lester. You had heard him pacing long into the night before you drifted off. But this morning, you knew what you wanted to do to make things better. Walking to the kitchen, you filled the kettle and took out two fresh cups. Using the freshly boiled kettle, made Lester a coffee. You knew how he liked it; sweet. You also made yourself a cup of tea. Grabbing a packed of his favourite biscuits from the cupboard, you tiptoes along to his room. There was a small set of draws just outside his bedroom which he used to store knickknacks. you placed the cup and biscuits down directly opposite his room on the draws, hoping he wouldn’t miss it. You could hear the soft snoring coming from his room, so you’d knock a few times until you hear it stop. you retreat away from the door to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you sipped your own hot drink. You heard his door open, followed by the muscle of the packet. Then footsteps. Looking up, you saw Lester walk into the kitchen. He must have not been expecting you, as he freezes just as he was about to raise the coffee to his lips. He looked awful. Dark bags under his eyes, his hair tousled, and he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. You felt your heart break. “Morning.” You smiled, taking a sip of your tea. “Mornin’.” Lester placed his cup on the side, and you noticed his hands were shaking slightly. “about last night, I’m sor-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence as  you placed your own cup down on the side. rushing forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He froze, his breath hitching in his throat before his arms cautiously snaked around your waist. You were sure you felt a shiver run through his body at the contact. This was the most intimate you had ever been with him. “I’m sorry, too.” You whispered to him, smiling. “I’ll take yah back.” His voice shook as he spoke, making you pull back and tilt your head in curiosity. You saw a smile flash across his face but the ache in his eyes was unmissable. He stepped back, and you let your arms fall from his shoulders before he walked past you. “To the real world. I’ll take you back if yah promise not to tell anyone about us.” He walks up to the window, glancing out to his trust before back to you. You stood with your mouthing hanging open, staring at him. He was serious, he was offering you your freedom back. And yet, you found yourself backing away. “I-I don’t want to go back.” You spluttered, shaking your head. “what?” He wipes around, the confusion evident on his face. “I don’t want to go back to my old life. I want to stay here with you.” You blink, unsure why he would offer such a thing. Lester twists around. “Why?” You could see the utter bewilderment on his face. “Because, because.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It was now or never. “Because I love you.” he stands there for a moment, his mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. You started to panic, thinking you’d taken it too far. Maybe he didn’t think if you like that, maybe you were just a friend to him. “me?” He breathes, holding his hand up and pointing to himself. You nod, ringing your hands together. He seems to struggle with this information as he steps forward. “As in like romantically?” He tilts his head, unsure of himself. You couldn’t help but smile. He was truly so clueless of your feelings? You saw something in his eyes though. It was hope. Closing the distance, you press your lips to his own. He was eager to return your kiss, if somewhat inexperienced. You felt him raise his hands but never felt them on your body. Curiously, you pulled away and glanced down, only to see them hovering over your sides, shaking. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so sweet. taking his hands, you place them on your hips before looking back up to him. Your own arms wrapped around his shoulders and you felt him pull you closer. He glanced at your lips for a moment, before ducking down then pausing a few centimetres away, as if making sure it was okay. You grinned, but kissed his again. You could feel how hard his heart was hammering in his chest, and it made your own miss a beat as you both pulled back. “you wanna go for a drive?” He suddenly asks, standing bold upright as the idea hit him. “sure.” You giggle, nodding. You loved his excitement to spend time with you. “Theres a diner out past the main road. Could take you there and get a coffee.” He offers, and immediately sees your expressions drop. By all accounts, you were missing. “Oh, the owner don’t care about us. Plus, it aint like you’re tied in the back of the car. They don’t like police or nothing so they wont say anything.” “Okay then. It’s a date.” You smile with a nod. He pulls away from you, grabs your hand and pulls you out of the house and into his truck. Fastening your seatbelt, Lester climbing into the driver side. Once you were off the bumpy road to his house, you saw him glance at your lap, and his hand twitched as he rested it on the gear stick even though he wasn’t changing gears. Smiling, you reached out. Intertwining your fingers with his own, you pull his hand to your lap and let it sit on your thigh. Lester glances at your lap, as if to make sure it truly was happening before the goofiest grin crossed his face. He rubbed his thumb across the soft flesh there before giving an experimental squeeze. You couldn’t help but smile, leaning across and kissing his cheek. You couldn’t wait for your little coffee date. Fandom: House of Wax Characters: Lester, Relationship: Lester/reader Request: would you write for Lester? Something angsty but fluffy  No matter how many times you went to the twins house, you always left feeling degraded and useless. Sitting in the pick up truck with your head resting on the window as Lester drove. He knew you were upset, but lacked any sort of social skills to try and speak properly to you. The previous times, he had tried but ended up making you more upset. So now he kept silent. Vincent was never an issue. In fact, he was the only reason you ever agreed to go to their house. He was always sweet to you, silently offering you everything from water to a meal. It was Bo who made you resent everything about your new life. He hated you with a passion. You hadn’t came here on purpose. In fact, you had been dragged kicking and screaming. You had been kidnapped and thrown in a trunk. You had spent a few days there before Lester found you. They had been run off the road as per normal and Lister had been rummaging through their belongings while the other 3 had went to find Bo. But you had thought they were back. You had kicked the trunk, expecting for them to snap at you to shut up. But you certainly hadn’t been expecting the boot to open. He had looked just as surprised as you had. To this day, you don’t know how Lester persuaded Bo to let him keep you. But that was how you ended up living with him. His home was in the middle of the forest and, if you were completely honest with yourself, you loved it. His cabin looked small from the outside but had 3 bedrooms, a large living room and kitchen as well as a dinning room. You had your own room. In the beginning, you had been kept there, with bars on the window. But it was better than a car boot. Plus, Lester was honestly a sweetheart to you. At the start, you had made a plan to take advantage by earning his trust and then running when he gave you the chance. But you never had. Not that you didn’t have his trust. You no longer had bars on the window and you were free to road the house as you pleased. But you felt more at home with him than you ever had anywhere in the world. And Lester truly did seem to care about you and your wellbeing. He tried his best to keep you happy, like you were a pet rather than a room mate. But you never understood one thing. Why he had never made any advances on you. It sounded truly stupid, and you hated how you longed for his touch. But you were sure he wanted you. You saw how his eyes glanced to your thighs when he was driving and you were wearing a skirt. you saw how he seemed to blush and became jittery at your touch.   But nothing ever happened. And you couldn’t understand it. pulling up outside the house, you got out and closed the truck door. Lester was quick to unlock his house and you followed him inside. But you couldn’t stop the question from falling from your lips. “Why did you keep me?” You suddenly ask, your brow furrowed as you stared at the ground. “What?” Lester didn’t catch your question, but smiled sweetly at you. “Why keep me? Im useless.” You ask again. “look, don’t listen to Bo. He talks out-“ Lester shakes his head but you notice something change within him. “Hes right. I cant do anything. Im useless to you. Just another mouth to feed.” You throw your arms up as your voice raised. “Now hang on. I aint argued with Bo for god knows how long for you to start too.” He shakes his head, confirming your suspicion. Bo still didn’t like you were here, and he was still trying to convince Lester to kill you. And, unfortunately, you two were now taking your anger out on each other. “Why fight with him? Why keep me here?” you gesture to the room. “Just kill me like you kill everyone else.” “I aint doing that!” He growls back at you, and for the first time you could see the anger in his eyes. “Why not!?” You scream, your eyes filled with tears as you broke. “Cause I damn well said so!” He yells, raising his voice at you for the first time as he threw the hat on the floor in anger. You flinched, any anger dropping from your body as  you backed away from him. You dropped your gaze, becoming more submissive as you shrunk into yourself and wrapped your arms around you. tears pooled in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as you pressed yourself against the wall. You could see him through the tears as he scooped up his hat, ringing it in his hands as he stuttered a few times. “[y/n]?” He whispered as he darted to you, reaching out to you but he was too quick and it gave you a fright. You moved out of his reach, turned and ran into your room. You pressed yourself against the door once it was closed, expecting him to come and bang on the door, demanding you open it. But he never did. You heard him follow but he faltered at the door. Sliding down the door, you broke down. With your legs pulled up to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, you cried. Sobs fell from your lips, muffled as your head fell forward and rested on your arms. Footsteps from the other side of the door made you jump as you heard Lester running away. For a few minuets, you were left to cry in peace before he returned. “[y/n]? I got hot chocolate, and them chocolates you like. And some tissues.” His voice was shaking as you sat up, sniffing as you turned your head in confusion. “I’ll leave ‘em outside for yah. I’ll be in my room if you need anythin’” His footsteps retreated, and you heard his door open and close. After a few moment, you pushed yourself off the ground and opened the door, peering out. On the ground was a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows in your favourite cup, along with a bar of your favourite chocolates and a fresh box of tissues. You glance down the hall way towards Lesters room and felt a rush of guilt. Yes, he had yelled at you, but you were yelling at him. And he didn’t throw his hat at you or ever shown any aggression towards you. The second he realised you were upset, he tried to comfort you. Kneeling down, you picked up a tissue, wiping your eyes. IN truth, you were more confused than ever. Picking up the tissues and chocolate, you placed them inside your room before picking up the hot chocolate. You had to make amends with Lester in the morning. But tonight, you’d enjoy the sweetness of the drink. —–Time skip —–You always woke before Lester. You had heard him pacing long into the night before you drifted off. But this morning, you knew what you wanted to do to make things better. Walking to the kitchen, you filled the kettle and took out two fresh cups. Using the freshly boiled kettle, made Lester a coffee. You knew how he liked it; sweet. You also made yourself a cup of tea. Grabbing a packed of his favourite biscuits from the cupboard, you tiptoes along to his room. There was a small set of draws just outside his bedroom which he used to store knickknacks. you placed the cup and biscuits down directly opposite his room on the draws, hoping he wouldn’t miss it. You could hear the soft snoring coming from his room, so you’d knock a few times until you hear it stop. you retreat away from the door to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you sipped your own hot drink. You heard his door open, followed by the muscle of the packet. Then footsteps. Looking up, you saw Lester walk into the kitchen. He must have not been expecting you, as he freezes just as he was about to raise the coffee to his lips. He looked awful. Dark bags under his eyes, his hair tousled, and he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. You felt your heart break. “Morning.” You smiled, taking a sip of your tea. “Mornin’.” Lester placed his cup on the side, and you noticed his hands were shaking slightly. “about last night, I’m sor-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence as  you placed your own cup down on the side. rushing forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He froze, his breath hitching in his throat before his arms cautiously snaked around your waist. You were sure you felt a shiver run through his body at the contact. This was the most intimate you had ever been with him. “I’m sorry, too.” You whispered to him, smiling. “I’ll take yah back.” His voice shook as he spoke, making you pull back and tilt your head in curiosity. You saw a smile flash across his face but the ache in his eyes was unmissable. He stepped back, and you let your arms fall from his shoulders before he walked past you. “To the real world. I’ll take you back if yah promise not to tell anyone about us.” He walks up to the window, glancing out to his trust before back to you. You stood with your mouthing hanging open, staring at him. He was serious, he was offering you your freedom back. And yet, you found yourself backing away. “I-I don’t want to go back.” You spluttered, shaking your head. “what?” He wipes around, the confusion evident on his face. “I don’t want to go back to my old life. I want to stay here with you.” You blink, unsure why he would offer such a thing. Lester twists around. “Why?” You could see the utter bewilderment on his face. “Because, because.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It was now or never. “Because I love you.” he stands there for a moment, his mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. You started to panic, thinking you’d taken it too far. Maybe he didn’t think if you like that, maybe you were just a friend to him. “me?” He breathes, holding his hand up and pointing to himself. You nod, ringing your hands together. He seems to struggle with this information as he steps forward. “As in like romantically?” He tilts his head, unsure of himself. You couldn’t help but smile. He was truly so clueless of your feelings? You saw something in his eyes though. It was hope. Closing the distance, you press your lips to his own. He was eager to return your kiss, if somewhat inexperienced. You felt him raise his hands but never felt them on your body. Curiously, you pulled away and glanced down, only to see them hovering over your sides, shaking. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so sweet. taking his hands, you place them on your hips before looking back up to him. Your own arms wrapped around his shoulders and you felt him pull you closer. He glanced at your lips for a moment, before ducking down then pausing a few centimetres away, as if making sure it was okay. You grinned, but kissed his again. You could feel how hard his heart was hammering in his chest, and it made your own miss a beat as you both pulled back. “you wanna go for a drive?” He suddenly asks, standing bold upright as the idea hit him. “sure.” You giggle, nodding. You loved his excitement to spend time with you. “Theres a diner out past the main road. Could take you there and get a coffee.” He offers, and immediately sees your expressions drop. By all accounts, you were missing. “Oh, the owner don’t care about us. Plus, it aint like you’re tied in the back of the car. They don’t like police or nothing so they wont say anything.” “Okay then. It’s a date.” You smile with a nod. He pulls away from you, grabs your hand and pulls you out of the house and into his truck. Fastening your seatbelt, Lester climbing into the driver side. Once you were off the bumpy road to his house, you saw him glance at your lap, and his hand twitched as he rested it on the gear stick even though he wasn’t changing gears. Smiling, you reached out. Intertwining your fingers with his own, you pull his hand to your lap and let it sit on your thigh. Lester glances at your lap, as if to make sure it truly was happening before the goofiest grin crossed his face. He rubbed his thumb across the soft flesh there before giving an experimental squeeze. You couldn’t help but smile, leaning across and kissing his cheek. You couldn’t wait for your little coffee date.

“Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” SCREAMS josh 🤤

Ooo. yes. it. does. I had a great time with this one! 

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Shopping with Jessica and Emily was always an adventure, especially since their relationship teetered between a neutral tolerance, an outright disgust, and a wish on both their parts for things to go back to the way they once were. But the one thing they always agreed on was their friendship with you, even if they didn’t always understand your love for Josh.

When it came to shopping, you craved Emily’s honest opinion, which she was always ready to give without any hesitance, but you also liked Jessica’s raw sensuality. After thirteen different options, the girls finally agreed on a lingerie set and because they agreed, you knew it was perfect.

“If that doesn’t interrupt his boneheaded Fortnite streak, I think you need to dump him,” Emily stated as you walked back to your car.

“He’s always been . . . well, he’s Josh! But he’s never been this obsessed with a fucking video game,” you vented, turning the key in the ignition.

“Mayyybe he’s bored with you?” Jessica politely offered.

“Jess!”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t take offense. I think what you bought today will go a long way to spicing things up. You look H-O-T, babe!”

You smiled and shook you head, hoping she was right. If this little number didn’t distract Josh, you were gonna be ready to throw in the towel.

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With one final glance in the mirror, you adjusted your cleavage and admired the sexy little getup. It was a nude bra and panty set, the edging done with half-inch stripes of apple-green fabric. You paired the bra and panties with a sheer half-slip that was lined in that same apple green. If Josh loved you in a mini skirt, he was sure to love the way this half-slip sat at your waist and stopped just below the cheeks of your ass.

You gave your own ass a smack of encouragement and grinned as you walked out of the bathroom, feeling sexy.

Josh was, of course, engrossed in his videogame. He heard you, but he didn’t turn as he said, “Hey baby. Be done in a minute.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Josh. I think you need to be done now.”  

“Uh huh,” he mumbled, swearing as his avatar scrambled behind a building.

That did it. You walked directly in front of his gaming chair and stood with your hands on your hips. Josh’s eyes widened and he looked up and down your body greedily before craning his head to look at his game again.

“For fuck’s sake!” you said, still not moving.

“Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you come at least three times,” he spat out in a rush as he continued to look around you.  

“Go down on your fucking self!” you yelled, but before you could breeze past his chair he was on his feet, scooping you up and tossing you onto the bed.

He pinned you down, his face serious.

“Did I stutter?” Josh snapped, quoting The Breakfast Club.

“Let me go,” you said weakly struggling against his hands and the weight of his body.

“I said . . . three . . . times,” he repeated from earlier as he pressed his lips to yours.

You turned your head to the side and snarked, “After I finish this level.”

“Mad about a silly game?” Josh teased. “Tsk, tsk.”

“A silly game that required me to go to great lengths to divert your attention from it!”

“You really are mad?” Josh said, sitting up a little and loosening his hold on you.

“When was the last time we went out?”

Josh opened his mouth, then froze, his eyes working over your face.

“When was the last time we had sex?”

“Now that,” Josh began confidently, then stopped, his brows furrowing together. “Shit.”

“Mmhmm,” you sassed, wiggling a little underneath him.  

Josh grew serious. He hated that he hurt your feelings, but it was difficult for him to say sorry, especially when he had been so far up his own ass he hadn’t realized anything was wrong.

You rolled your hips and his eyes refocused on yours. “You said something about . . . three times?”

“Y/N. I—I’m . . .”

“Show me you are.”

Josh couldn’t help the genuine grin that spread across his face as he finally released you and rolled onto his back, tucking his hands behind his head as he settled on the pillow.

“Clearly you splurged. Show daddy what you bought.”

You laughed and sat up on your knees, stretching your arms and then reaching down to adjust your half-slip.

“Ta-da,” you said with a sultry smirk.

“I gotta see this from the back.”

“All right. You can watch me shut off that goddamn game,” you said hopping off the bed and swaying your hips as you walked over to the gaming system.

You bent down, ass out and slowly turned the console off.

“Daddy like,” Josh purred. “Now turn around.”

You turned and placed your hand on your hip, raising your brow.

“Take those panties off. Nice and slow. But leave that little skirt on.”

Slowly, you wriggled your panties off, stepping out of them then giving Josh another twirl. By the time you turned around again, he had sat up and taken off his shirt. He patted his lap and you closed the distance and crawled onto him, Josh’s hands sliding up your thighs as you scooted closer. He ran his fingers up and under your half-slip, squeezing your ass cheeks before giving them a light smack.

“I have missed you,” he said, his voice low and needy.

You lowered down to kiss him, starting off slowly and then deepening the kiss as you felt his dick grow harder. Soon it was heated, tongues, teeth, and lips sliding together with a familiarity and a longing. And as you kissed, you felt Josh’s fingers reach between your folds, slowly spreading your arousal to your clit.

“Josh!” you gasped against his lips as he put pressure on your bud.

“Come on, sweet girl. Give me one,” he mumbled into your mouth as his fingers picked up their pace, slickening your clit and working his fingers in a v-shape.

“Fuck!” you cried out, grinding onto his fingers, your thighs trembling as you came.

“Next level,” Josh grinned, pulling his fingers from your pussy and plunging them into his mouth, sucking them off as he maneuvered you onto your back.

“Joshua Washington! Don’t you dare turn this into a game,” you scolded, still riding the high of your first cum.

Josh chuckled as he pushed up your skirt and spread your thighs. He started off by licking every inch of your pussy, taking your lips into his mouth and sucking, lapping at your core and plunging his tongue deep inside of you, and when you were writhing again, he moved up to your clit and began to tease it with his tongue before sucking, hard.

You groaned, low and deep, wanting to push your thighs together but Josh held you down, moaning around your clit before he sucked again, your second orgasm washing over you with an intensity that sent a flush of new arousal to your core.

Josh looked up, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he licked his lips then ran his hand over his chin.

“Boss level.”

You were still catching your breath, so your laugh came out in a choking sort of bark as you swatted at his arm.

“Stop that!”

“Gotta save the princess, peach.”

“Definitely stop that,” you scolded as Josh laughed and kissed his way up your stomach, pulling the cups of your bra to the sides so he could get his mouth on your nipples.

He was relentless in the way he worked over your body again, avoiding your pussy and focusing on all of your other erogenous zones until you were flushed and moaning for him.

He licked one last stripe up your neck and then stepped off to the side of the bed to take off his jeans and his socks. He wasn’t wearing underwear, which you knew was always a 50-50 shot with Josh.

His cock was rock hard and precum was smeared all around the head. Josh grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, taking your hands so you could sit up. He took your bra off and then reached down and gave your half-slip a firm yank, ripping it.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

He pushed you back onto the bed and lined himself up with your soaking pussy. When he slid into you, his eyes fluttered shut and a long groan clawed its way from deep in his chest.

“Fuuuck Fortnite. How could I have been so stupid?”

“How could you?” you moaned back, eyes shut with the sensation of being filled by Josh’s big dick.

He slowly rocked into you, almost teasingly for the first few thrusts, then he pulled out entirely. Your eyes shot open and you watched as he lazily ran his cock over your clit, teasing you by rubbing it to the point of oversensitivity.

“You are fucking soaked,” he said as he pushed back inside of you and hooked your ankles onto his shoulders, using his hands to pull up your hips so you could meet his thrusts.

From this position, you could feel Josh hitting your cervix and it felt so good after coming twice. His thrusts were steady and deep and you could feel a whole-body orgasm building, almost to the point of it being too much, too much, too much, but just when it felt like your abdomen was twitching of its own volition, your body let go and you cried out Josh’s name, coming hard around his cock and taking him with you.

You didn’t even feel him come during the course of your third and most intense orgasm, but when you regained your senses, Josh’s sweaty curls were resting on your chest, his breathing heavy and his body growing heavier as he started to relax on top of you.

Not wanting to be squished, you wiggled at least half-way out from under him and he held up his hand, waving three fingers in the air.

“I swear to god,” you panted. “If I didn’t love you . . .”

“But you doooo,” Josh sang, rolling over onto his back and pulling you on top of him.

Exasperated, but completely happy, you grinned down at him. “Yeah. I do.”

Please m’am, spare but a crumb of secret admirer. 🙏🥺

Art

Mr. Secret Admirer x Reader

Here is a tidbit from the manuscript!

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           The house paint was old, barely usable. Half of it had dried, and the parts of paint that were still liquid were full of clumps, paint that had either already dried or was on its way there mixed inside. Even the colors he had were disappointing, beige's and browns and general boring house colors. The prettiest color he had was pink, but he rationed the pink as if it were water. He had found the pink paint three years prior, and he rarely even opened the lid out of fear of drying out the paint.

           He never would have used house paints if he had a choice, but the fact of the matter was, he didn’t. And he had to paint, had to get it out. Painting was one of the few pleasures he had left.

           The shack was run down, but it had four walls that were standing, and a roof that had few holes. It was the best place he had found in the last year, and he had found it close to you.

           He picked up his brush, observing it. It was going to be a marvelous painting, but his limited resources were going to pose a challenge for him. Even his brushes were almost too old to be used, the bristles protruding every which way, half of them flattened from being mishandled while he traveled.

           Opening up the brown and beige pants, he dipped his brush into the brown, creating the base for his painting on the splintering wood. Painting over stains and bird shit and moss so that his painting would be a perfect recreation of his hopes and dreams.

           He painted the base of his canvas, mind wandering, planning out his next steps after the base was settled. He could see it in his mind’s eye already, every curve and shape. It would be done entirely in these two colors, a simple mural to give him strength to go on.

           He had stayed hidden for so long, wandering, hiding, stealing. He had set out without a plan, a bloody wanderer hiding in the dark. He had been the thing that gave people the creeps as they camped, the scary story they had told their families about when they returned home. The scary story of the twigs snapping in the night, of the footsteps in the dark, their things missing when daybreak finally came.

           Dipping the brush into what was left of the beige, he began the bulk of the mural.

           The Good Fellows Home had been a new development, his first plan. He had been traveling aimlessly for a while-days, years, months, he had no clue-before he realized that he was in the part of the country that the home resided in. He didn’t know what he would do once he was there, but it felt good to no longer wander.

           Help was beyond him, he knew that. Help had let him down, that was how he had become this monster in the first place. He had no intention of going to the home asking for help, nor did he have any intention to hurt anyone once he got there.

           Everything changed when he saw you. Perfect you. Beautiful you.

           The brush was a part of him, gliding, creating, making something wonderful on his wall. The curves were beginning to come together, the shape beginning to take form.

           His mind had been in a fog since his first kill. His brain marinating in the feelings of that night, and the days leading up to it. As though he had turned into an animal, nothing mattered but survival.

           Until he saw you.

           And he was a man again.

           He breathed out a sigh of relief, stepping away from the wall as he admired his work.

           Your face stared back at him, in your exact likeness. He wanted to reach out and stroke your cheek, but he didn’t dare ruin the painting. Even the sight of it made him feel as if he could breath easier.

           He would do anything for you. Anything.

Leaving the House Like:

Edgar: You did the right thing by calling us. Does your brother sleep a lot?

Sam: Yeah, all day.

Alan: Sunlight freak him out?

Sam: Uh, he wears sunglasses in the house.

Edgar: Bad breath, long fingernails?

Sam: His fingernails are a bit longer. Um, he's always had bad breath though.

Alan: He's a vampire alright.

Edgar: Here's what you do. Get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart.

Sam: I can't do that! He's my brother!

Alan: Okay. We'll come over and do it for you.

Sam: No!

Edgar: Then get yourself a garlic t-shirt buddy. It's your funeral.

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining