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boredbxtchz · 1 year

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A Trip to America (Juicy x Reader)

You were attempting to prank your boyfriend Gaege, but the prank went wrong. Was it in a good way or a bad way though?

Warning! This fic contains: swearing, smut, lil bit of fluff sprinkled in, use of female pronouns, slapping (in a kinky way tho-), oral (F receiving), p in v. (I apologize if I forgot anything!)

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"I'm working on it sweetheart." He told you. You were sitting in a discord call with your boyfriend Gaege, trying, but seemingly failing, to get him to come visit you.

He looked to his left briefly, before refocusing on you. "Listen, I have to go. But, I know you're gonna be lonely without me, so I told my friend you would be coming over in about... 10 minutes from now?" "You asshole." "Love you!" He quickly hung up. You sighed heavily and grabbed your car keys, getting in your car and driving to god knows who's house.

Once you arrived, you parked across the street. You walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. The door opened and a tall bulky man appeared in the door way. "Hi there! I'm the company ordered for you courtesy of a jackass named Gaege." He let out a deep laugh. "Come on in then. Make yourself at home. I'm Grant by the way." "Nice to meet you Grant." You smiled at him. When you walked in the house, you realized that there were more people than Gaege mentioned earlier. "This mother fucker." Everyone turned to look at you. "Gaege dragged me out here for nothing!" "I wouldn't say for nothing..." he spoke from behind you. You froze. You slowly turned to face him. "No fucking way." Your jaw was practically on the floor at this point with how shocked you were.

"Gaege!" You shouted happily. You ran to him and he engulfed you in a hug while everyone smiled at you both. "I can't believe this right now!" At this point you had started crying. He proceeded to wipe your tears away. "I'm here. I'm sorry I took so long, but I'm here." He whispered to you. "Wow. I didn't know that Juicy could act like a normal human being." Mully broke the silence. You chuckled.

Everyone drove to Eddie's house to have a sleepover, while you drove yourself and Gaege back to your house. "Home sweet home." You sighed, placing your keys on the table in the foyer. "Hopefully you can move in with me soon." He mentioned. "I'm trying babe." You told him.

The both of you went up the stairs and to your bedroom, searching the dresser for your pajamas after throwing Gaege some sweatpants. "I'm going to shower quickly." He kissed your forehead and locked himself in the bathroom. In the meantime, you had the brilliant idea to prank him. So you grabbed your phone and opened your texts with Eddie.

Y- Hey Ed? I've got a question.

E- What's up?

Y- Do you have viagra?

E- The hell you need viagra for??

Y- Pranking Gaege

E-Yea I've got some. What's the plan.

Y- Let's put a shit ton in his coffee before we get there tmrw morning.

E- I gotchu dawg.

You snickered to yourself. "What's so funny, huh?" Gaege hugged you from behind and kissed your head. "Nothing baby. Let's get some rest. Eddie's birthday is tomorrow after all." He nodded and you both went to bed.

In the morning, you drove to Eddie's with Gaege and found Eddie trying to force feed Mully a banana. You ignored their mindless bickering and went up to Eddie. "So where's his coffee?" He smirked and Mully started laughing. "It's the blue mug. Mully found out by the way, he was reading my texts over my shoulder." "You better keep quiet Mully." He sealed his lips like a zipper. You grabbed the blue mug and your mug, walking over to Gaege. "Here's your coffee baby." He smiled and thanked you, pulling you into his side and kissing your forehead. "You guys are dating??" Josh asked. "Yup. Did you hear that Mully!? You're the only single pringle here, wife beater." You shouted to him jokingly. Everyone started laughing.

You all went to Eddie's parents' house for his birthday. And you could tell the viagra was effecting him. Gaege leaned into your side. "You good there big man??" You tried your best not to laugh. He leaned closer and whispered to you. "Need you so bad right now sweetheart, you don't even know." "You have to wait baby. We have to go to Eddie's birthday party." You whispered back. He nodded, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

Eddie's party was over, and after a lot of cleaning up, you all were headed back to Eddie's house. You and Gaege were put in separate cars, much to his dismay. You laughed to yourself the whole way back about the prank, but you made a fatal mistake. You put Mully in the same car as Gaege. And Grant was driving.

Everyone made it out of the car an into the house, before you received a sympathetic on the shoulder from Narrator. "Sorry ahead of time. It's Mully's fault by the way." You turned to Mully. "What did you do."

You were pulled into Gaege's chest from behind. "You made a mistake baby girl." He whispered in a low and stern tone. "Fuck you, Mully." You stated. "Eddie, sorry to leave early, but I'm not feeling well and she's my ride." Eddie nodded. "Just go dude. Take it easy on her." He disregarded Eddie's words and guided you to the car. "keys." He held his hand out to you. You gave him the keys and you started your drive home. "Your so fucked when we get home, princess." He said, not even sparing you a glance.

When you got home, he practically ripped the door off its hinges. "Go upstairs and wait for me. You better be on the bed too." He ordered. You slowly dragged yourself up the stairs. "Now. Baby." He scolded. You were now skipping a few steps on your way up, stopping to peak over the railing at your now pacing boyfriend. But he saw you. "Don't make me tell you again, sweetheart. Last chance." He said coldly. You nodded quickly and ran the rest of the way to your room, closing yourself inside. You let out the breath you hadn't known you'd been holding and got on the bed.

A few minutes later, Gaege entered the room, tossing his shirt somewhere in the room. You swallowed harshly. He made his way to the bed and climbed above you, attacking your neck with open mouth kisses, dark purple bruises appearing with each kiss. "Fucked me up good baby, I'll give you that." He told you between each hickey he gave you. He ceased his attacks on your neck to look you in the eyes. "But your really gonna regret it." He smirked. He leaned back and sat up on his knees, lifting your bare leg over onto his shoulder. He kissed the side of your knee. " you look so damn beautiful in this skirt." He kissed down your leg slowly until he reached the middle of your thigh. "And now, I'm thinking you did it on purpose to tease me." And he was right. Gaege is someone where if he wants to be patient, he can be patient. You were testing the waters, seeing what it takes for him to lose his patience. He brought your other leg to his free shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. He began kissing up your leg as he did the other. "You've been bad today, baby girl. Now its time for your punishment." He said smoothly.

His hand found it's way under your skirt and he swiped the pad of his finger up your clothed core, stopping at the top and thumbing your clit. "Oh shit!" you moaned, and he ceased his movement completely. You whined. "Keep your voice down sweetheart. As much as I want the whole neighborhood to hear you scream my name, this is a punishment. So keep your voice down, or I'll stop. Understood?" You nodded sheepishly. He slapped the inside of your thigh. "Words, sweetheart." "Yes sir." You spoke quickly. He kissed the place he had slapped previously, slightly soothing the pain. "Good girl." You squirmed a bit and it certainly didn't go unnoticed. "Does my sweet girl like it when I praise her, hm?" He teased. He began lightly rubbing your thigh, using his free hand to remove your panties. "You won't be needing those." He slipped a finger into you without warning. You were quick to cover your mouth, muffling a small moan. He chuckled at your reaction. "So sensitive." He pumped his finger in and out, adding another. You bit your lip hard, suppressing the sounds threatening to spill out. You whined at the loss of contact, but he glared at you. "Don't forget what I told you baby." He harshly reminded.

He dipped his head under your skirt, pushing your shaking legs against his head. "Hold still sweetheart. Or I'll leave you like this." You held yourself as still as you could as he slowly licked a stripe up your folds. Your back arched off the bed and you covered your mouth. He chuckled against you, nearly pushing you to the edge. He harshly sucked your clit, inserting two fingers to compliment. "Please..." You pleaded quietly. "Scream for me baby." Your hands found themselves tangled in his hair, back arched, and making the prettiest noises he'd ever heard. You felt the familiar coil in your chest tighten, and you were quick to voice it. "Baby please... I'm so close..." This cause him to halt his assault quickly. You groaned out of frustration.

He removed the rest of your clothes, stopping to admire your body. "god your so beautiful." He whispered. You smiled. He removed his ever so tight jeans and boxers, letting his erection spring free. And your jaw hit the floor. He. Was. HUGE.

"Uhm, babe... I'm not sure it'll..." you trailed off, but he wasn't having it. "My good girl is going to take every last inch. Isn't that right?" He said. "Yes sir." He spat in his hand and stroked his cock a few times, lining himself up with your hole. He glanced up at you, "Are you ready? Tell me to stop and I will." You shook your head, "Keep going. I want this." He didn't hesitate to bottom out after hearing that. You winced slightly at the pain.

After a bit of waiting the pain died down and you moved your hips against his to get some friction. He leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss and slowly started thrusting into you. You began squirming for even more friction and he took that as a sign to speed up his thrusts. The room was filled with loud moans of his name like it was the only word you knew and his occasional grunts. "Damn baby. your so fucking tight. It's sucking me in. Fuck your so sexy." He said breathily. You were nearing your release rapidly and the feeling wad starting to overtake you. "Baby, I'm so close, keep going, please!" You pleaded. He brought his hand down to circle your clit, sending you over the edge. But he wasn't done. He didn't even let you ride out your high before he started thrusting into you at high speeds once more. You cried out. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more." He bit his lip, nearing his end fast. "Shit!" He grunted, burying himself deep inside you and releasing his seed. "Shit. I forgot to pull out." He winced from the sensitivity while pulling out. "It's okay, I'm on the pill."

He flopped down next to you and smiled. He turned to face you, pulling the covers over the two of you. "I love you so much." He whispered to you before turning the lights off.

"I love you too."

#Juicy x reader #Juicy smut #gaege gibson #I want him to dominate me #Gaege smut

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kakashiswife-3 · 2 months

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I’m not a kid

Nanami x poc reader

Warning: 16+ name calling(slut, whore), choking, cursing, agegap legal reader is 20-22 Nanami is 29-32

(The art is not mine I found them on Pinterest ALL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST)

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“You like being used like a slut don’t you?” He asked you as he thrusted into you from behind you nodded your head not being able to respond due to him stuffing your panties in your mouth

Your moans getting loud afraid that someone might see you getting fucked up against the window like a dirty slut

He leaned forward putting his chest against your back leaving hickies and love bites on your neck

You moaned out muffled begging asking him to take the panties out your mouth he chuckled sliding his hand up to your mouth and slid them out

“F-fuck nami - so good” you whispered moaned he put his hands around your neck watching as he slid in out of you

He groaned and let out small pants “look at you a hole begging me to be stuffed” he turned you around and lifted you up

You wrapped you arms around his neck his hands under your knees he started pumping himself up into you at a fast pace “oh go- slow dow- please” you panted out “shhhhhh~” Nanami teases. “take it like a good little whore.”

You moan at his words looking down to see his cock disappear in your cunt “fuck! K-ento! m’ gonna cum!” You let out a high piched moan

“yeah, that’s right. taking this cock like how you were meant to. this is what you’re for baby~ you were made to be used.” a strangled moan leaves your lips at the filthy words leaving his mouth

Just as those words leave his mouth you let you self go him right after you “ooh fuck!- Kento!” He came so hard the condom broke “oh fuck your cunts to good” he leans down a bit to kiss your lips

You let go of his lips with a soft pop as you both came down from your high and watching as his cum drip out of you “it’s dark out we gotta get you home and in a bath” he said to you while he pulled out of you

“I’m not a kid” you said with a frustrated sigh “you are to me let’s go” he said while he chuckled with one last kiss to your forehead

—————————————————————————— I think I like this little life.…

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rusmii · 9 days

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Out in California, I've been forward stroking, swim.

— how the bsd men FUCK you. ft. chuuya, dazai, tecchou, and ango x FEM!reader

⟢ reblogs greatly appreciated mwuah 🤍

c/ws::: ooc as fuck cause its smut. lots of cumming and theres sub ango too as well as impact play/slapping in angos part. MDNI

a/ns::: omg gasp runi finally dropped ?!?!?! neways song is based off swim by chase atlantic <3

✦ CHUUYA fucks you like there's no tomorrow. his version of fuck is love, he is a verse-service top and won't hesitate to put your needs above his. "so good f'me baby," he whispers little praises above you as he rams his thick cock into your cunt. chuuya, at the start, tries to be as gentle and careful as he could, but most times he loses himself to the pleasure and let's loose a little bit of his strength. his grip his bruising and will hurt pretty bad later, but his dick outweighs the pain—"nah, don't," he grunts in annoyance the moment you cover your face, hips still thrusting in and out as he prys your arms away from your face and pins them above your head using one hand. chuuya is the type of lover to make sure that you come first or together. it's an absolute must, and when chuuya cums, you can feel that shit plug you up with just a few spurts. his cum is thicky, creamy, goey, and a little bit sticky. even with condoms on, his cum is so hot, it feels as if you've been doing it raw.

"fucking—! sweetheart, 'm cummin, you feel so fuckin' g-ghn-good for me— fuck! aggnn... shiit.."

✦ DAZAI fucks you aggressively at first. you were nothing but a one night stand, someone who he could relieve his stress from and move on without complaint. however, this didn't seem to be the case for the mutual sex relationship you both set up. at the start, dazai is a dominant top, not allowing you to see him so vulnerable, and at this point of time, he still has his bandages on. "no darl'.. so sorry, maybe next time?" he would always make false promises for you to top him during the next session, but none of that happened—until the relationship changes for the better. it takes a while, but dazai finally opens up, becomes vulnerable and finally bottoms for you, nervousness in his system as he's stripped of everything, including his bandages—"ah! fuck! w-wait-mhn! tha-that feels sooo goood..!" he whines into the pillow, back arching as you ride his dick like tomorrow.

"gh—! [name]!! i- i feel it—uhnn! im- cu-cuhnn—!!"

✦ TECCHOU fucks you so passionately, you feel like shedding tears out of the pure love you feel. tecchou is a traditional dom-top, always concerned about making sure you're taken care of first. "are you alright? does it hurt?" he asks as he's bulldozing your pussy. tecchous dick is long, with a fat tip and thick base. he doesn't tell you this, but stuffing you full with his cock turns him on so much, he's able to cum within just a few thrusts inside your hole. tecchou isn't a moaner, more like a grunter, but that doesn't mean he isn't enjoying it, nah that man is probably under the pleasure more than you, cumming and stuffing your hole more than you could imagine. tecchou has thought of kids at one point in time, but with him being in the hunting dogs it just wasn't going to work out—so let him fuck his concerns away tonight first, then he can fuck his kids inside you in the future.

"i- i think—ghn! im- cummin' 'm cummin, please lemme cum—you're so good for - gh - me—hnn!"

✦ ANGO fucks you like a bottom bitch, he's the bottom getting bitched. he absolutely loves it when you ride his shit like you're rocking his world; everything is nothing but muddled into one the moment he feels your pussy wrapping itself around his dick. ango is a loud bitch, moaning and whining every time he feels a trinkle of pleasure—crying tears of pleasure whenever you slap him. ango himself didn't know how much into slapping he was— he fucking loves it when you slap his ass, thighs, chest, and even face—" 'm sorrryyy!! i won't move again! please - ride me—mhn!" he begs after you slapped his face for thrusting up without your permission. he cums fast and easily, being so turned on by you, he just can't help it! ango writhes in overstimulation every damn time, but he doesn't make an effort to move, loving every single round you pull out of him until you're done.

“i - [name] - ghnn—! im - sogoodsogood—!”

im gonna remake my taglist bleh

here’s a poll for what imma work on next

RUSMII 2024 . dont do the basic copyright shit. ty.

#₇₇₇༝ scriptures #hi I got a juicy fic coming out soon trust #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #tecchou x reader #ango x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #tecchou smut #ango smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut

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coryosbaby · 2 months

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18+, MDNI !! ⊹ ‧₊˚

Thinkin’ of losing your virginity to Thomas Hewitt <3 sprawled out on his bed, nothing but a red gingham top on as you present yourself to him with spread legs. Nervously batting your eyelashes as he appears transfixed on your little cunt. Your fingers are on either side of your pussy lips, spreading open your hole so Tommy can see how sticky you are. You had fingered yourself previously, using a bottle of lubricant to get yourself nice and wet.

“‘M… my hole’s really small, I think. But that’s okay. It gets bigger! See?”

Spreading it wide, trying not to wince at the stretch even that causes you, as Tommy begins to drop his shirt and pants with a loud grunt. His demeanor may be calm, but the flush of his cheeks gives him away— he’s a virgin too, after all!

When he gets his tip up against your little virgin snatch, thick and meaty, your bottom lip pulls into a pout as you let tears fall. Happy tears, you think, and also tears of desperation. You need him more than you need air.

Tommy, ever the gentleman, pulls away to look into your eyes with a questioning stare. You smile at him, fingers going up to his hair so you can push a few strands out of his face. He doesn’t flinch. He trusts you more than he trusts himself.

“It’s okay, Tommy,” you murmur. Your hand moves in between your legs to grasp his drooling length. You press it up in between your folds again. “Fuck me. Please?”

He can’t say no to that. Slowly, he presses into your fluttering heat, mushroomed tip popping through your entrance. Your nose scrunches, a burn beginning to take over your nether regions as he continues to push in. It isn’t as bad as you expected, given his size. Your wetness drips down your thighs and then some, and for that you’re thankful. Tommy’s hands go to either side of your head for purchase, big shoulders splaying out over your much smaller form.

Oh, Tommy. He’s letting out the loudest moans, burying his masked face into your neck as he makes it halfway inside. Poor baby is shaking :( but so are you, given the way he stretches you so obscenely. Your hands move to his back so you can hold him closer, feel him closer, move him closer. When he pushes through that thin little film inside you, blood coating his cock, you’ve never felt more alive.

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi @kaithoughs @jamespotterismydaddy @thecrowdedstreetin1944

#I LOVE BIG JUICY !!!#bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#thomas hewitt #Thomas Hewitt x reader #Thomas Hewitt x fem! reader #Thomas Hewitt smut #Thomas Hewitt fanfic #Thomas Hewitt blurb #Thomas Hewitt Drabble #Texas chainsaw massacre #Texas chainsaw massacre fanfic #slasher x reader #slasher fanfic #slasher smut #slasher blurb

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beardedjoel · 10 months

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closer | part one

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

story summary: you are staying with your parents, helping them move into their new house in austin. what happens when joel miller, the attractive neighbor you've been eyeing obsessively starts to show you some much wanted attention? 4.9k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), masturbation (f and m), reader is described in a few outfits (shorts and cropped shirt) and as having hair, this chapter is mostly expo and some ~flirtations~

a/n: been posting this mostly on ao3 for a while but thought the tumblr audience might also enjoy my self indulgent joel smut story <3

It’s well into your second week staying with your parents, and you’re laying in the grass in their backyard, reading the latest off your long list of books you’ve been itching to get into. It’s pleasant but already getting hot as you lounge in the shade, the Texas summer heat not yet at its peak for the day.

You came to stay with your parents in Austin after they officially moved here several weeks before you arrived, and your mom called you in a panic because your dad broke his leg falling down the stairs while they were moving in. You remember sighing loudly, your accident prone dad had finally broken something, and of course it was something this major.

You had already planned to move here after a job offer at a new startup in Austin was too alluring to pass up on, and after graduating from your Master’s program you had no further plans before this came along. So you came a few weeks before you planned to, hurriedly packing up your things in Chicago and coming to help your frazzled mother before planning to eventually find your own place and get settled at your new job. It’s been mostly relaxing aside from the moving and your anxious mother buzzing around constantly, almost like a little vacation before you start the rest of your life after years of college.

You peer up from your book, seeing their dog Benny, a chocolate lab, running around the yard with a smile. You stifle a yawn before taking another drink from the iced coffee set beside you in the grass, the glass sweating onto your hand. You go on high alert quickly, though, when you see that your parents’ neighbor is pulling out his lawn mower in the yard next door. This is the other perk of staying here - Joel Miller, the man who lives next door, the man you’ve been obsessed with since the first time you laid eyes on him. You haven’t managed to say a word to him, but every time he’s outside you’ve watched him as casually as possible, trying to learn more about him, observe him. You feel completely creepy half the time that you’re so interested in everything he does, but it’s hard to help it when he’s the most attractive, alluring man you’ve ever seen. He’s definitely older than you, although you can’t be sure by how much, but none of that matters to you as you lay your eyes on his toned form across the way, taking in his tanned skin, slightly tousled dark hair, and beard yet another time.

You find it hard to go back to concentrating on your book, although you’re certainly pretending to as you periodically look at him through your sunglasses while he mows his lawn. Even from afar, you can see the sweat glistening on his forehead and neck as he works out under the sun, and it’s driving you insane to think about how it would look up close. You can picture a bead of sweat running down the back of his shirt, and you have to force yourself to snap out of it. When the hell did you become such a horned up monster like this? It has… been a while since you’ve been with anyone, and even then those past encounters were pretty underwhelming, you muse to yourself as you continue to peek over at Joel. He reaches his white t-shirt up to wipe the sweat off of his face and you have to bite down on your lip as you see a glimmer of his stomach appear and then disappear.

Fuck, you need to go inside and cool off.

You snap your book shut, gathering your things and heading back towards your parents’ house, to the small detached apartment above the garage that came with the place. They hadn't thought much of it initially when they purchased the home, but for this situation it worked out perfectly - as a grown adult you were dreading the lack of personal space that would surely come with staying with your parents. This small apartment was a great surprise to find out about after agreeing to come to Austin early, affording you a bit of privacy. And thankfully you have it, you think as you quickly fling yourself onto your bed, letting the air conditioning cool you off and try to wipe the downright nasty thoughts you’re having about your neighbor you don’t even know from your mind.

The more you try to fight it, the more the thoughts invade your mind, and not for the first time since you noticed Joel, you give into the thoughts and slowly reach down into your linen shorts and start touching yourself, feeling the wetness that had already formed just from seeing him mow the lawn and the racing desires you were having about him. For fuck’s sake, you think to yourself as you feel it, but move on quickly to imagining what was under that shirt, imagine undressing him and kissing him and fucking him. You just know he’d be a good fuck, a giving lover - he has a confident, sexual appeal to him that feels so undeniable. You rub your clit in slow circles, trying to picture his hand being the one to do it, and come quickly at the thought, biting down on your fist to muffle your panting moans just in case your parents could hear. You haven’t yet figured out the amount of noise traveling from the apartment to the rest of the house, so better to be safe than sorry. You lay, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling for a bit, debating yet again on finally talking to him. There’s no way you’d even be able to get a sentence out at this point, and you laugh to yourself trying to picture it.

Instead, you keep yourself busy around the house for a while with your mother while your dad attempts to unpack some things from a chair, his leg fully casted. You both roll your eyes jestingly at his effort, and continue to organize until your mom decides she wants to go pick up some dinner. When you sit down with them that evening to eat, you notice Joel through the kitchen window, which has a decent view into his yard. He’s cooking on his grill, holding a beer in the other hand, taking a swig from it. You sigh quickly, irritated that you can’t even eat your pizza in peace without his distractions. Your parents both eye you, your mom asking if anything is wrong with the food, and you shake your head.

“No, I just… remembered I was supposed to call my friend back in Chicago - you remember Sofia? So I think I’ll just eat the rest of this up in my space, if that’s okay,” you say, lying right to their faces.

“Of course, don’t miss your little date with Sofia,” your mom smiles at you, and you excuse yourself, grabbing the plate of pizza and going through the sliding glass door to the backyard. The entrance to your apartment is along the back of the garage and up a flight of stairs, so you have to cut through the yard to get there. As you approach the stairs, it takes you nearer to Joel’s fence and your view of him at his grill. His back is turned, but when you walk closer he turns slightly, just enough to catch your eye. He raises his beer slightly as a greeting and gives you a smile, and you’re barely able to smile back due to the nervous butterflies you now feel under his gaze. You rush quickly now, darting up the stairs and heading into your apartment.

Coward, you think as you set the pizza down on the counter of the small kitchenette and hold your head in your hands until you can calm down. You do indeed end up calling Sofia, filling her in on the latest news of your “hot neighbor” as you two have been naming him, and she laughs in earnest at your complete inability to speak to Joel, that she’s never seen you like this about anybody, but continues to encourage you to go for it. She says she knows you’ve got it in you, but you aren’t sure anymore. You can’t tell if she’s a bad or good influence on you, but you do know you desperately want to follow her advice and simply begin by having a conversation with the man. Maybe once you talk to him, you won't feel this insane desperation towards him anymore, maybe he’ll be boring, maybe he’ll seem uninteresting if you get to know him. Somehow, you think as you try to fall asleep that night, you doubt all of that to be true.

“Mother fucker…” you mutter angrily to yourself the next day, attempting to do… you truly have no clue what you’re attempting to do to fix this gate, but you’re stubborn enough to keep trying. Your parents are both out of the house at work today, and you were told to try and be productive, so here you are trying to do just that, desperately poking, prodding, screwing and unscrewing pieces on this latch.

“That’s quite a mouth you got on ya there,” a deep, slightly rough voice with a southern accent cuts in. You gasp lightly in surprise, having not heard him coming with how focused you’d been. You turn your body and look up from your crouched position, shielding your eyes from the sun shining behind him. It’s Joel Miller, right there in the flesh, and it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him. He must have come up behind you from the pathway that leads to the driveway of the house when he saw you struggling with the gate. You can see the lines in his face a little better - his tan, speckled skin, and brown eyes are catching your attention much more at this distance. You suppose you’d known he had brown eyes, but as you rise up to meet him, you’re absolutely mesmerized by them.

“I… uh,” you stammer, still surprised he’s talking to you. “My mom would kill me if she knew a stranger heard me talking like that,” you laugh a little, rubbing your neck nervously, feeling how it’s sticky with a layer of sweat from being out in the hot sun. You can’t believe those are the first words you’re uttering to Joel, the one you’ve been trying to find the perfect thing to say to introduce yourself to, and you end up talking about your fucking mom. Just great.

“Good thing I ain’t a stranger then, I’m a neighbor,” Joel replies, looking at you with a small, friendly smile. You see his eyes roam quickly over your whole body, taking in your shorts and small cropped tank top leaving little to the imagination. You feel your cheeks go warm under his gaze taking in your features.

“Yeah, but I don’t even know your name, so where does that leave us?” you lie, acting as if you hadn’t casually asked your parents about him as soon as you could fit it into a conversation.

Joel lets out a little chuckle, his whole body seeming to rumble slightly with it. “Right,” he says, and you think he may be able to see right through you with his scrutinizing eyes. “Your folks didn’t tell you anything about me, then?”

“Not really,” you say sheepishly. He doesn’t seem to buy it, but he plays along.

“I’m Joel,” he reaches out a hand, “Miller.”

You tell him your name and grab his hand to shake it. His grip is firm but gentle with you, and you can feel how hard his large hands are from working with them. You try not to have a visceral reaction from touching him, but you can feel yourself shy away from it and you hope to any higher being that he doesn’t notice.

“What’cha workin’ on there?” he asks, gesturing to the gate.

You press your lips together, feeling embarrassed at him having seen you fail so miserably at your handiwork. “Just trying to fix this gate for my parents, the latch is messed up or something,” you say, biting your lip nervously. Joel gives a wry smile with his head cocked as you attempt to explain.

“Lemme take a look, darlin’,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently move you to the side. You try not to let your mouth hang open at his use of a pet name and the feeling of his hand touching your bare skin. You don’t know how it got this far, these few weeks spent watching him from afar, that you’d fallen head over heels for the man based on sight alone. Now that he was talking to you, touching you, there was absolutely no turning back now. You need more, all of your senses already hungry for him, and you force yourself to reign it in as quickly as you can, blinking to focus on what Joel is doing.

He inspects the latch, testing it a few times before calling you over to look more closely. You can barely breathe as you stand next to him, the warmth of his body radiating towards you, but despite the heat of the day, you find you don’t mind it at all.

“Now see here?” He says, pointing to an area on the latch mechanism. “This is all bent up, no wonder it keeps poppin’ open.” You realize he must have been watching you attempt to fix this for longer than you’d thought, if he knew that the latch had kept popping back open on you. The thought is equally tantalizing and embarrassing and you can’t help but wonder what he was thinking of you as he watched. You realize he’s looking towards you now, awaiting confirmation that you understood what he said. You make quick eye contact, but decide to focus your eyes on the latch instead so you don’t immediately lose your train of thought.

“Ah, okay. So... what do we do, then?” You bite your lip again, then silently curse yourself for the nervous habit.

“Could try hammerin’ it back into place until you can get a new piece,” he says with a small shrug, still standing close to you. “You got a hammer in that toolbox of yours?” he asks, motioning down to where it rests near your feet. You bend down to grab it for him, feeling his eyes on you as you grab the hammer and hand it to over him. He shows you what he’s doing and explains along the way, but you can hardly pay attention - his toned arms, tan from being out in the sun, are bulging out of his dark t-shirt as he puts the effort in to knock the latch back into place are the biggest distraction. You nod along and appear interested, sneaking a quick glance at his arms or concentrated face every so often.

“All done, should do for now,” he says, quickly testing the gate’s latch, then turning to you with another friendly smile, his brown eyes catching yours again.

“G-great, thank you,” you say, knowing you want to keep the conversation going, but unsure of how to keep his interest. What the hell could hold his interest about a stuttering, inexperienced woman like you? “Really, I appreciate it. Who knows how long I’d have been out here trying to fix that.” You laugh a little, and it comes out nervous sounding, which makes you nearly cringe. But Joel just continues his lopsided smile at you and hands the hammer back over.

“My pleasure, darlin’, felt like the neighborly thing to do,” he replies. You think you might pass out if he calls you darlin’ one more time, you swear it. “Got anything else you needed my help with?”

You try not to look too stunned at his offer, knowing it’s your chance to try and get to know him better, and not wanting to mess it up.

“Actually, y-yes,” you say, and it’s the truth. Your parents house came with a few projects that have now become your problem since you’d offered to help out. “I was going to try and fix this cabinet in my parents’ kitchen, but you don’t have to -” you start, but Joel interrupts you quickly.

“Let’s go on then, show me,” he says, putting a hand out for you to lead the way. You walk through the newly fixed gate and into the backyard, leading him towards the sliding glass door.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I can probably figure it out,” you offer as you start to open the door.

“No offense honey, but the way you were fightin’ with that gate, I think you could use my help in here,” he says, his accent thick on the word ‘honey’ and you feel yourself sink into the feeling of it, a warmth low in your belly that spreads outwards. You just give him a nervous but appreciative smile as you lead him into the kitchen. The air conditioning immediately brings you relief from the way your cheeks are burning, just being around Joel sending you reeling. Goosebumps coat your skin and you cross your arms instinctively at the cooler air hitting you and shut the door behind Joel after he enters. Benny comes in the room, sniffing at Joel, and Joel pets him and gives him a scratch behind the ears with a soft smile before Benny trots off. You try to hold back a smile at the immediate green flag popping up with how sweet Joel was with Benny.

“Sorry about the mess, uh, still unpacking everything here,” you apologize, walking past some boxes and taking note of all the piles of stuff yet to get put in its place. “Did you… want some water, or anything?”

Joel nods. “You’re a polite thing, aren’t you,” he drawls, eyeing you, and the way he says it makes your skin tingle, the hairs on your arms standing up. “Raised in the south, I assume?” he says, watching you think for a moment which cabinet your parents had unpacked the glasses to and quickly finding one, trying to hide your slightly shaking hands as you fill the cup at the sink.

“Er, yeah, San Antonio,” you say, handing him the glass. He takes a lengthy sip then looks back in your direction.

“What brought your folks to Austin? Brought you to Austin?” he asks casually, leaning against the countertop now. He sure is making it easy to continue the conversation, which is exactly what you were hoping for, him carrying the brunt of it while you try to get your footing.

“My parents wanted to be a bit closer to family, buy a smaller house, that kind of thing. I’m just back here from school in Chicago to help them settle in since my dad broke his leg right after they moved. And a job offer here in Austin kind of sealed the deal for me,” you ramble nervously, unsure of what to do with your hands so you tug anxiously at your shorts.

“Hm,” Joel says, considering you and tilting his head to the side. “Awful sweet of you to help out.”

“T-thanks, it’s not a big deal, just for a while until I get set up at my new job,” you say as a shaky smile crosses your face. You’re looking at the floor on and off for most of the conversation, trying your best to meet his eyeline.

“A bit shy too, it seems,” he smirks a little, but not in a condescending way - it’s friendly, and almost sweet. “Seen you round, but you’ve never said hello,” he says. You think you can’t possibly feel any more flushed and embarrassed around him, but there it is, that familiar burning feeling rising to your cheeks.

“Neither did you,” you retort, trying to sound brave and sassy, maybe the type of girl Joel would be into. He laughs a little at your comment, and you wonder if you’re on the right track.

“Fair point there,” he replies, “Didn’t wanna scare you away, I ‘spose.” His tone is teasing, but you have to wonder quickly at the content, that he was... worried about scaring you away. Does that mean he’d noticed you, wanted to get to know you as well, but didn’t know how to approach? You brush off the runaway thoughts, assuming he was just joking around and being friendly, because there was not a chance any of that was true. You picture yourself in his eyes and nearly shake your head - of course none of it could be true.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you say back, surprising yourself with your own words, feeling a rush of pride that you were able to flirt with him, even if just a little. Your response gets another smile out of him, and he seems to take note of your flirty tone with a small raise of his eyebrows.

“Let’s take a look at that cabinet, then,” he says, putting the glass down on the counter. You show him the slightly crooked upper cabinet that’s been driving your mom nuts, the one you swore to her you could try and fix today. You aren’t sure if you want to even explain the whole truth to her when she sees with surprise that it actually got done - you think she might be upset with a stranger being in the house, but like Joel said, he’s a neighbor, not a stranger. “You got a power drill?” he asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, um,” you say, thinking out loud, “I think it’s around here somewhere,” you immediately start looking around busily, trying to remember where your dad said he put it in this current mess of a house.

“No worries, let me just go and grab mine,” he offers, leaving out the sliding door and you standing alone. Finally. You release a long, slow breath, realizing you’d practically been holding it without noticing. You try to shake off the nerves, not let Joel get to you so much - he’s just your neighbor, just some guy, you shouldn’t be this puddling, nervous mess around him. But the way you felt being so close to him when you’ve been pining for him from afar has far from left you, you think as your stomach turns with butterflies.

Joel returns before you can fully calm yourself down and begins working on the cabinet. When he reaches up to use the drill on the hinges, his shirt lifts slightly, just enough to see a sliver of skin around the waistband of his jeans. You’re mesmerized by it, and feel warm all over again despite the air conditioning blasting through the house. You’re currently lost in wondering what it would be like to grab a fistful of his shirt and continue lifting it up, revealing his stomach and chest, the little peek of hair you can see there.

The intermittent noise of the drill as he works has become background noise to the downright filthy thoughts you were having about Joel’s midriff, so you don’t fully notice when it stops and Joel turns towards you, catching where your eyes had just been staring. You inhale sharply, caught in the act, and avert your eyes, rubbing your arm and trying to look casual. You swear you hear a quiet chuckle come from him and you know your expression gives you away, but you dare to bring your eyes up to his face, which is watching you with a knowing smirk.

“All set,” he says, seeming to choose not to comment on the situation, which you silently thank him for. He made quick work of fixing the cabinet, and now you truly don’t have any other projects for him to work on, feeling a small pit in your stomach at the thought.

“Thank you,” you squeak out, still reeling from your embarrassment. “My parents will be relieved that all of this is fixed now, but I guess no thanks to me.” You laugh at your own confidence this morning, thinking you had the ability to do any this handiwork today when you’ve hardly fixed anything around the house in your life.

“Don’t think you’ve got a handy bone in your body, darlin’,” he jokes. “Tell you what - why don’t you tell them it was you, take all the credit,” he says, giving you a wink. A fucking wink. It’s quick and you almost think you imagined it, but it makes your knees feel like jelly.

“Oh, n-no, I couldn’t do that,” you say, furrowing your brows with a quick shake of your head. Joel chuckles, the sound rich and ringing in your ears beautifully. You realize you want to hear it a million times more, that you don’t think you could get tired of hearing that sound come out of his beautiful mouth, those plush lips so fucking inviting it’s driving you insane.

“Like I said, such a polite girl,” he teases, and your cheeks continue the way they’ve been steadily warming since you two started talking. “Well, you know where to find me if you ever need more help ‘round here,” he says, turning to head for the door, then after a few steps rotates back towards you slightly. “Or anything else,” he adds with what you swear is a devilish smile on his face. You feel your breath hitch at the words and almost can’t say anything at all, your mouth and throat drying up and refusing to make any noise for several seconds.

“T-thanks again, really,” you say, still dumbfounded, as he reaches the door. You follow closely behind, trying to be polite and close the door behind him - there it is again, damn it, the word polite.

“Take care.” He gives you another quick smile and walks off, leaving you standing in the doorway for a few moments before you blink hard and regroup, finally closing the door.

Joel leaves your house with a smug grin plastered on his face, his thoughts reeling from his interaction with you. Of course he’d noticed the sweet girl who arrived one day next door at his new neighbor’s house, the one who lounged around in the backyard in sexy summer clothes - little shorts and cropped shirts - trying to stay cool but making it hard for Joel to focus when he was struck by how beautiful you are. Of course he’d noticed how you noticed him, at first maybe thinking you were just being a little bit nosy, but then seeing the way he’d constantly feel your eyes on him, your expression changing over time as you continued to watch him throughout the weeks. He could sense the lustful look in your eyes even from afar, and did his best to keep his glances at you as short lived as he could stand. It was when he saw you laughing for the first time, fully and whole-heartedly, on the phone with someone as you twirled a strand of your hair, that he knew it was bad, that he was already in too deep.

He saw you always reading, writing in a journal, or sunbathing with headphones on, and it was mesmerizing to watch you in your element, Joel thought. He’d also noticed, whenever he did any kind of work in the yard, how you would watch more intensely, and his own thoughts would begin drifting into something inappropriate, until you’d get up in a hurry and head up into that little apartment above the garage. He didn’t want to make any assumptions on what you were doing, but seeing you rush away looking hot and bothered into a private place always left him feeling a bit of the same way. He’d already lost count of how many times you’d popped into his mind as he masturbated, despite him trying to avoid it, you always wormed your way in there, an image of you always being the final blow, the reason he came.

It was clear as day you were younger than him by a good amount, and he’d been having misgivings about it, thinking it was already borderline just how much he’d been unashamedly checking you out. But, when he saw you struggling with that gate, he couldn’t help but to watch with a little smile for a bit - you’d looked cute, your brow furrowed and concentrated, trying all the tools under the sun, having no idea what to do. He decided against his better judgment that it was time to step in and close the gap between you two, despite his reservations.

He hadn’t expected just how shy and nervous you’d be, based on your demeanor from afar and the way you’d been watching him. You’d seemed confident, cool headed, and a bit boisterous when you talked to your parents, or on the phone. It was sweet actually, he thought, just how shy he’d made you, but he hoped he hadn’t misread the situation and ended up making you uncomfortable. He found the way you’d looked so flustered and tripped up on your words so endearing, and the way you got a bit more bold towards the end of the conversation gave him hope. Hope for what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he was longing to find out exactly what you wanted from him.

You’re not crazy, you know that. You didn’t imagine the wink, and you certainly didn’t imagine the way he so slyly added on that last comment, saying to find him if you needed “anything else”. You spend the entire evening analyzing every moment of the conversation, then imagining what that ‘anything else’ could entail, and find yourself reaching a hand down your pants for yet another time that night, furiously fingering yourself with thoughts of handyman Joel fucking you on the kitchen counter. Then on your bed. His bed. The couch. Against a wall. In his truck. The list goes on and on, each new place you fucked in your head better than the last. You lay back, sighing, after you come again and still feel completely unsatisfied, knowing that you’ll remain this way until you experience the real thing. You go to sleep exhausted but with resolve that night, knowing you’re going to find out if there’s a possibility of fucking Joel Miller if it’s the last thing you do.

#PLEASE ENJOOOOY #i promise this shit gets juicy as fuck #this has been doing so well on ao3 i wanted to spread the love #fic: closer #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader

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sukunastoy · 3 months

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Full and uncensored set available on my Patreon!

Giving thicc natural ladies the love they deserve. ✨💕

#thick and juicy #sukuna jjk #Sukuna smut #curvy body #natural body #skin tone #jjk smut

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xb4bed · 24 days

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I’m so high right now. Are you going to take advantage of me? Or take me to the room and wait for me to seduce you.

#just a girl #badass #lana del rey #opium #smut #juicy fat ass #Spotify

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mcondance · 7 months

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just had this thought so walk with me. . uses of the n word saur yeah

the first time fontaine saw you walking out the corner store he always goes to he knew he wanted you. the first time you saw fontaine walking up to you, you had other plans.

“you think i wanna talk to a fuckin’ dope boy? nigga you got me bent.” with a feisty ass attitude, you turn him away. but anyone who knows fontaine knows that not only is he a dope boy, he’s a resourceful man. and he’s sweet at heart.

blah blah blah eventually he wins you over with gifts and actually showing you that he’s more than a drug dealer and of course he gives you #dick

but, let’s be for real y’all, he’s sassy. he’s a nigga.

you’re folded in half with fontaine holding your legs in place, his hands tucked into the backs of your knees and he’s fucking you deep. nonsensical moans and sounds flow from your lips and he’s reveling in it, in fucking the girl who swore she was too good for him.

“i’ain jus’ a drug dealer now, huh?” you don’t answer, just whine again and squeeze your eyes shut cause fuck, that cocky shit is something.

“yeah, i know,” he lets you leave his question unanswered, cause this— fucking you so good you can’t even speak, is enough.

“thought you was too good and now look at you, takin’ dick from a dope boy.”

#fontaine x reader #ERMMM!#i’m the first lady of juicy couture #sorry #neways…..#fontaine x black reader #fontaine smut #they cloned tyrone smut

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https://melinda-435.mxtkh.fun/m/o8Ykgsa

#no bra club #paladin danse #juicy fat ass #cavetown #genshin fluff #namjoon smut #chanel iman #etymology #Corbin Fisher #dipper pines

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dreamtuna · 2 months

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Look At Me

Attack on Titan - Levi x Reader || smut, I tried to keep Reader gender neutral, facefucking, "good girl"

Levi’s fingers tangle in your hair, gripping hard, pulling at your scalp.

“Look at me,” he demands with a rough voice, desire evident in the hoarse words. “Look at me while you taste me.”

You obey. It’s a struggle but you always obey. Eventually, anyway. His lust makes your mouth water as you open wide for him, taking as much of the head in your mouth as you can while still maintaining eye contact. He knows you’re struggling, but the way you push yourself to obey him drives him even crazier with desire than he already was. You moan around him, taking more of his cock in your mouth, your tongue dancing against the underside of his shaft as you try to relax. Eventually it’s all too much and your eyes flutter shut. He pulls at your hair again, and you look back at him with a groan.

“Good girl, keep looking at me,” Levi moans. “You just sit there looking pretty and let me do all the work, okay?”

He thrusts in your mouth and the way he inhales sharply as you gag on him is enough to have you pulsating, your stomach doing flips for him. You focus hard on his eyes even as the tears well in your own. His other hand strokes your cheek. The contrast between his two hands, the pain and pleasure, has your head and heart reeling. He has you so weak as your drool coats your chin.

He uses your mouth like this, whispering sweet words of encouragement. He loves when you’re so good for him, loves the way you please him. It doesn’t take long before his fingers are tightening in your hair, pulling almost too painfully, but you persevere in pursuit of his pleasure. He pulls out and that sweet nectar shoots onto your tongue and skin. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon to get to you. His fingers finally loosen their grip, his eyes softening. The way he looks down at you, so full of love and affection, has you melting.

He drops to his knees in front of you, lips immediately finding your own. He loves that he can taste himself on your tongue. You’re his. You’re all his. Even as his nose smears his cum over your skin he doesn’t flinch away, holding you against him for what feels like an eternity.

When he pulls back you dart in, kissing his nose clean and smiling gently at him. He watches you with wonder.

Stroking your hair, his lips tug up in the tiniest smile. “You’re so beautiful,” Levi tells you. And, although it took you a lifetime to get there, you certainly feel it with him.

#this is not the robe levi piece i was teasing i just found myself staring at gudetama levi and wanted to be between those juicy thighs okay #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan #dream writes #dream writes: short #n.sfw

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