#because married couple vibes

[teruel-a-witch]

they really are *that* couple, the one whose flame never burns out, bubble never bursts, honeymoon period never ends, warmth shining through the years, only growing closer and fonder. As crazy about each other as when they met but somehow more in love.

#mcdanno #h50 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #h50 parallels #actual married couple mcdanno #mcdanno is eternal #mcdanno soulmatism #h50edit #hawaii five 0 #h50 caps #h50 1x22 #h50 7x13 #myh50 #i wanted to put these scenes together because they have similar vibes #the unsubtle art of gayzing #steve looking at danny #danny looking at steve

[thehuntyhunties]

god i JUST realized. ghost hunter AU leopika would absolutely get married for health insurance purposes (they have been dating longer than their chaotic low-budget ghost hunting internet show has existed) and then COMPLETELY forget to tell anybody because they wouldn't think it's relevant

#ghost hunter au #leopika #text #like gon and killua know because they brought them to the courthouse as witnesses #and probably a couple other friends know?? i can imagine that if they're bothering to do it they'd bother with a party about it afterwards #but the vibe i'm getting is that they just. date for Years and it straight up doesn't occur to them to bother getting married #until they realize that it'll resolve some sort of insurance situation and make all that easier #and then they just. never announce it. or mention it to most people. kurapika still calls leorio his boyfriend out of habit and everything #it's EXACTLY like how their viewers didn't know they were dating until maybe 3 years into the ghost show #have you ever seen two people who love each other SO MUCH and also simply Do Not Care about it bc that's kinda this situation

[ninjakarkki]

More Girodoro and Garuzoru plz... 🥺💖

Anon you have such a good timing, I was literally thinking about Garuru and Zoruru last night,,,, Since GiroDoro is constant on this blog, I dedicated these doodles just for GaruZoru this time 💜🤍

I don't draw these two nearly enough honestly, so thank you anon!

#keroro gunso #sgt frog #garuru platoon #garuzoru #accidentally made Garuru left handed because I am lefty myself lmao #they give me old married couple vibes for some reason

[ingravinoveritas]

“You’re someone in touch with your emotions.”

“Yeah, that’s true...”

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #staged #or 'Brokeback Mount Him' which is what I am referring to Staged as from here on out #staged 3 #it's like you can see Michael's heart beating faster because David is touching him #and this was such a long lingering comforting touch #as if David has soothed him like this a hundred times before #they are giving off such powerful couple vibes here #very very married #you love to see it #ineffable lovers #gifs by me

[twisted-tales-told]

“What are you doing here?” he asks, not bothering to close his book quite yet.

“I didn’t feel like waiting with the others,” Sirius shrugs, reaching into Remus’ bag and pulling out the pack of gum he keeps in there and popping it in his mouth—which means he’s been drinking. Sirius hates the taste of alcohol on his own breath.

“So impatient,” Remus quips. Sirius scoffs, and Remus can almost see the pout on his face.

“Distract me?” Sirius asks in a low tone. The one Remus can never say no to.

Ghosts of a Shrew 

VOWS MADE OF WINE CHAPTER 4

#vows made of wine #vmow #iwwv au #wolfstar #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jegulus #marylily #they are slowly becoming the main ship even if its not obvious in this chapter #dorlene #theyre so fucking cute #theyre the only healthy couple here #and its because they are OLD and MARRIED in terms of vibes #Sirius Black #remus lupin #evan rosier #James potter #regulus black #barty crouch jr

[croffle-bits]

Season 3 Episode 10 thoughts -

also mild manga spoilers

sakurai and koyama have absolutely no reason to be there that ep but they are theyre really homo about it. look at sakurai and his dumb oden tongs. sir how are you gonna fight a godlike middle schooler with that. and aaaa koyama his hair hes growing it out it looks so bad aaaa

imagine fighting side by side at what you think is the end of the world with your bestie bro boyf with your noodle tongs and his dumb haircut trying to defend your convenience store im cryingngngnh

also sakurais aura??? is green??? it wasnt green before???? is it cause hes not evil anymore???? i just think its cute that now its green

i love them so muchchf im ahh

and i love that Hatori is there but also kind of confused about it?? he wasnt in the manga. i think its neat that we know where he is now but he still calls Suzuki boss which is mildly concerning idk what bones was going for there. So now we know where the 3 of the super 5 are. idk where the muscle guy would fit in and also shimazaki?? would he show up? i dont know!

AND JOSEPH FROM THE GOVERNMENT look at him hes so cute wowow i love him also. go smoke your little cancer stick till your lungs collapse you lil blorbo. hes just watching all the lther espers in that chopper get their assess handed to them tee hee. also kinda interesting how their insentives in the anime isnt their freedom if they stop mob.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob psycho spoilers #mob psycho 100 spoilers #sakurai yusuke #koyama megumu #sakuyama #because i said so #hatori #suzuki toichiro #joseph from the government #fr tho sakurai and koyama have got to have something going on #they give married couple vibes

[jmeldog]

Idk how I walked out of Katta era with my fav ship being KattaLulu.

I guess I just like them both and they’re both interesting little critters that are also haul ass freight trains. I don’t necessarily have a lot of brainrot for them, but I just think they’re cute.

#sorry I am not immune to canon married couple with a baby boy #KazuLulu and Basa2 are still fucking crazy of course that I could *actually* brainrot over #but idk. silly vibes is KattaLulu. and I am a man who still loves silliness #also I can’t ship LuciKatta because they’re not a ship to me they’re a tragedy (Lucifer pining over a straight man) #this mel speaks

[spiritofjustice]

Tazmily couples ranked by how cute they are (they’re all S tier except Pusher/Elmore and Lisa/Thomas)

#Psy's no punctuation posts #mother tag #all the couples are just soo cute though... #Abbot/Abbey and Paul/Linda are my top favorites though obviously #but man they're all cute or at the very least interesting #Matt/Jill seems charming too. Matt seems like he'd be a very goofy husband and I'm sure Jill thinks he's the cutest and funniest man ever #Jonel and Brenda seem like they'd have that old married couple vibe but i genuinely think they could be cute sometimes #Ed/Nan has a similar charm of Paul/Lin to me though it's still different. can't put into words why #and Lisa/Thomas is iffy to me because Thomas is kind of a creep... idk #i feel bad for Lisa it seems like she just gets annoyed by him? they should divorce KRGHF #and Pusher and Elmore are like. they are not cute at most they would be extremely funny together #petty bitches together. and also to each other. not healthy they're just together for appearances #(also i. ofc hc Elmore as a lesbian myself) #there's also a lot of rly cute potential couples too but i don't want to muddy the waters #but i am also biased towards Lighter/Caroline and of course Abbot/Abbey/Paul/Linda. and maybe Ollie/Sebastian or Ollie/Isaac idk #also Flint/Hinawa obviously very good. i am ALL over ships with upbeat women with quiet men. considering how hard i stan Paul/Linda #(Ed/Nan also checks this box for me) #anyways i'm done KRHF #this post is 90% tags fml

[renxmaiden]

Ren referring Jeanne by her actual name > Maiden

#my edits #memes #renmei #ren x jeanne #it still bothers me cuz like. In the og manga Ren be calling everyone by their actual names??? #its not like Ren to call Jeanne like that. Idk i just never really vibed with it #I get that in Japanese culture ppl usually refer eachother as their last names. first names are only used for when your lovers/married #couples or family. Jeanne on the other hand does not literally have an actual last name at all. #Just Jeanne is her name. Ofc you could say lasso is her last name but like in official material they never #called her Jeanne lasso. And yeah Maiden/Iron Maiden is just a honorary title and nickname #It still doesn't make sense for Ren to call her maiden I could never vibe with this. Maybe I'm just bitter because I have a headcanon where #Ren is the first person to call Jeanne by her actual real first name and she was really happy by this #but yeah tbh i had hoped the reboot couldve atleast made ren call jeanne as jannu but alas it is what it is #Atleast the 2001 anime made it satisfying

[letstrywritingmaybe]

A pop up marriage license bureau is opening up in the Vegas airport because it’ll be 123123, alright who’s going to write me this kaishi fic cause it’s gotta be done now

Update: I’m all caught up on Bob’s Burgers, and how I have no idea what I should watch that I can play in the background without necessarily paying attention at all times. I am finally finishing Schitt’s Creek and I’m crying cause Patrick and David are so freaking cute. But I’m still sad about Alexis and Ted, I’ve loved them since the start. I never liked what’s his face, Mutt? I don’t even remember his name any more. And Twyla being the best friend ever. Omm and Stevie, I just love all the brotps okay. I’m gonna watch the last episode now and probably cry some more. Okay now I want a CoAi wedding. My whole heart, someone write me this fic

Update 2: catching up with spy family and I finally finished season one. I do adore this anime. Becky and Anya are the best brotp and I love them so much! Like yes I love the found family aspect too, but I really have a thing about girlies sticking together and being bffs, it’s why I say death to the love triangle trope

Update 3: I’m slowly starting the pov series, but all I want to do is read fics. I don’t want to write *sigh. I haven’t gotten very far, but I woke up very early for me and took a nap on the couch cause I couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs to my room and my brain was being very loud. It’s why I’m a midnights girly even though it’s daytime. Anyways I was thinking of something I missed out on and I thought I was over it but evidently I wasn’t cause I was getting sad. So what better way to fix it then to write fic about it and give the happily every after to my ship. But for the record, missing out on HS things is a part of the journey and it’s okay. The one who got away mentality is too harmful me thinks, but as someone who loves romance and the idea of it I get it. *sigh I sometimes still think about writing a fic just hella projecting, it’s me I’m the problem it’s me. It’s why I gave up on pursuing romance, I can’t handle it and I’m so afraid of losing myself because I know I’m the type to do it. But anyways, magic portal into the past to change one moment fic cause I’ve never written one of those before

#steal my heart ship vibes #fic inspiration #I swear all the fun ideas goes to this ship #with CoAi I’m way more feelsy. granted they could randomly get married at the Vegas airport too but the vibes are off to me #anyways my city’s reputation is spot on and I’m here for it #I am the lucky one and it’s really not fair sometimes #I always get what I want and it makes me feel very selfish sometimes but also because my former friend said that to me #realistically I know everything happens for a reason and I do work hard for things but sometimes things just work out and I’m stunned #but when it comes to non platonic love I start to reject it cause I am terrified #anyways I also had a couple weird dreams while napping that are borderline scary hallucinations so let’s move on

[longroadstonowhere]

so

i’m playing a knowledge cleric in my dnd campaign, and the religion we’re using is a really loose structure, half teacher half librarian kinda vibe (and yes i decided to play this character before the library school thing happened), but clerics are something a little extra than just a follower of a religion, right? like, you get your magic powers from your god, so i figure there’s something more happening there for whatever cleric you play

but me, i’m not one for pages and pages of backstory, i’ll figure things out while i’m playing but i mostly just give myself sketches and outlines to work off of, so i present my dm with ‘i had a dream that god told me to look for something, but i don’t remember what i’m supposed to be looking for, and i’m not even entirely sure it was god’

and that’s where we start the campaign, dude in his early forties with a fair amount of knowledge and a not-insubstantial understanding of people finally striking out into the world, and the first major event he runs into involves someone he trusted turning out to be a blood cultist, and he doesn’t really learn from that because surely that was just a one-off weird thing, like not every person you run into will be lying to you, that can’t happen

and it’s happened again and again and again - he finds someone who is scholarly, or helpful, or even of his faith, and he trusts that they’re genuine, or at least that they won’t harm him, and then he is betrayed and it’s getting worse and worse (bodies are starting to pile up around him and some of them are those he created, when he barely took the martial training offered at his temple, only accepting because any knowledge is knowledge worth having, but now death is at his fingertips), and he still wants to believe

the worst of it is that he’s been getting visions, and at first he believed they were from his god, because why wouldn’t he? who else could get inside his head this way? but he’s found that these visions (at minimum, some of them) are coming from a former brother of the cloth, someone who believes their god is lying to everyone and is willing to destroy the entire faith because of it, and he’s recruited so many people of my character’s faith that they can no longer be implicitly trusted, and they’re even being forced to attack and die for this man’s beliefs

so my character is finding that he can’t trust anything implicitly - his siblings of the cloth, the world they live in, even the thoughts in his head - and he still wants, so much, to believe in the inherent power of information, of knowledge, in knowing that even if it’s the worst pain you’ve ever known, knowing is still better than not knowing

and it’s so rewarding to play through faith in this way, to be presented again and again and again with the same choice, the same burden - do you trust this person? do you believe they are who they say they are? how many lies can you hear before you stop believing anything at all?

but lies can tell you the shape of the truth, and that’s all that my character can hold onto sometimes

#i've had a lot of feelings welling up in me about my little knowledge cleric dude #so it was about time i put them out there for other people i guess #just man faith is one of the most fascinating things to me and i love that i'm getting to play a character who's getting challenged #so many times and in so many ways in that regard #i mean it also feels weird because my character's dilemma is definitely the biggest one in terms of world-shattering events #so i'm kinda the driving force of the campaign most nights #and i'm not used to that? i'm very much a support character in real life hahaha #so it feels weird to be the center of attention so often #but i guess that's what i get for making a character whose motivation is a god's instructions #whereas my party members' roleplaying spurs are mostly family related things #trying to hunt down family heirlooms or confront an absent father #my character knows exactly where his family is and has a good guess what they're up to #he just.... doesn't fit in with them well #he expects to be told when someone gets married but doesn't expect an invitation to the wedding #that's the vibe i'm going for with his relationship to his family #anyway we had a session last night where my character was talking with a high-ranking member of his own faith #and he rolled a nat twenty on an insight check to see if this person was following the asshole that's plaguing him right now #and she was the most genuine person he could ever imagine meeting #so you know i'm feeling a little emotional about the whole thing #(happily we are in a spot where the god thing should hopefully be on the backburner for a couple of sessions) #(love getting to explore my stuff but again i'm ill-fitted to being the center of attention for a majority of our time hahaha)

[direwombat]

paola + 🔮 please!

gosh, okay, so i don't actually have anything written for it yet, but in my head, paola's endgame is that she finally realizes she's miserable in academia and after spending years trying (and failing) to get back into her institution's administration's good graces after the debacle that was her sabbatical year, she takes an offhand, whimsical suggestion charlie had once made (and promptly forgotten about) to heart and she packs up her little apartment in italy, quits her job, and goes into the antiquing business after buying some store space in london.

she gave charlie absolutely zero indication she was going to do this and showed up at his flat one day being like "so. the good news is that i will be closer now. the bad news is that i spent most of my money on starting a business and i do not have any money to rent a flat...can i...stay for a little bit?" and charlie, very confused but also very pleased by such incredibly risky behavior from a woman well known for playing things safe is just like "paola, sweetheart, you can stay as long as you like," and well...she never really leaves (but she does start paying for groceries and eventually...rent).

and that's how she ends up moving in with charlie! he also helps her make contacts with some other antique/pawn stores in the area, and. well. one thing leads to another and paola becomes one of the best fences in london (all covered by an incredibly legit and professional antiquing/appraisal/and restoration business. like she actually ends up getting some big clients because of her experience in conservation and preservation of material culture). of course, because of her general distaste of private collectors, most of the fence work she does is to help repatriate stolen artifacts to their original cultures.

#oc: paola orsini #r: the car smells like chocolate #aldfkjafd i wanted to write a proper blurb for this but brain is too not-working rn to do that #so have the vibes #i also think charlie kind of starts working there just because paola's customer service is not...great #she's very good on the business end but dealing with people is not her forte #but also kdja;ldkfj love the idea of a couple-owned business #they also do get married and the ceremony is small and it absolutely ends with them on the run and getting shot at #and paola complains about it the entire time but she loves it #and she especially loves the way charlie helps her out of her dress when it's all over :)

[bigothteddies]

genuine question: what do you dislike about swingers? i know what the are but otherwise don’t know anything about it and im genuinely curious why

to be honest I don’t have a very well thought out nuanced answer to this one lol. I wrote that post a while ago and am also having trouble coming up with how to describe the swinging community. But basically swinging and swingers are a very specific community that just treats sex and polyamory in a very specific way that I just don’t. I don’t actually care much about their community and what they do as long as they stay in their lane, it more specifically bothers me that that form of exchanging partners and similar dynamics is typically going to be seen and defined as swinging, which like I said is just a culture of sex and polyamory that I’m definitely not a part of and don’t ever plan to be.

#asked and answered #just this weird subculture of marriage snd sex that i dont vibe with #like i said do as you do #but its not a culture or community i vibe with #anon #like if i married koala and we played with other couples #we still wouldnt call that swinging because its just…not #thats a different community and a different way of looking at the sex we’re having #so it bothers me that what we did would be called swinging by a lot of people #also i think the term is just dumb

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Okay this I definitely do not think actually happened but we needed something for the Plot so all I have to say about this chapter is I’m sorry and please don’t hate me

#should’ve put this on hiatus for jangle ball this is so not the vibe rn with them performing their married couple duet again tomorrow night #and also i def almost forgot i was supposed to be posting this because jb is all i’m thinking about

[liroyalty]

Ann's real final power is getting everyone on the same page as her.

It's only fun when it's not aimed at her.

#(Ann vc: Because you guys have old married couple vibes) #(Sue: thanks i hate it) #dash commentary [it's the latest gossip!] #ann yang li fiorenobila {heavenly holy maiden} #suzanne ying li fiorenobila {divine empress of night}

[seventeenpins]

bad girl

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months with your mom and relatively new stepdad. he walks in on you masturbating, and is surprised at the sort of porn you've been watching. no outbreak. very smutty. 18+

warnings: ooh god where to begin??, reader is kind of a detached menace but in a fun way?, masturbation, porn watching, infidelity, choking, pussy slapping, pussy eating, unsafe piv, dirty talk, big dick, daddy kink, bit of breeding kink, age difference (unspecified, but reader is late 20s, joel mid-40s or whatever you like really), begging, slight dom/sub vibes, readers mum is a ho, somewhat degrading language (probably other warnings????)

a/n: honestly don't know what happened here. one minute i was working on what i intended to be a lil daddy kink drabble and then it turned into a whole other beast. also--i'm a recently out nb person but feel most of my writing has focused on fem readers. any nbs out there who'd want smut more tailored to us??? doesn't come up in this fic, but in my heart joel miller is bisexual and would make for some gr8 gender play ahhhh

you had only met your stepdad twice before he married your mom, and only a couple of times since, and you could never quite get a read on him. he seemed quiet and gruff. upsettingly hot with his salt and pepper hair, and his biceps, and his little bit of tummy, but seemingly entirely unattainable (how your mom pulled him, you'll never know). your mom didn't have the greatest track record as far as not cheating on her husbands, and you didn't know how much or how little he knew about her past, but you were incredibly curious how long this one'd last.

he's polite. enigmatic. a man of few words. he had two kids, who you hadn't actually met yet, but they were a few years younger than you and away at college--one daughter from a previous marriage, the other adopted when he was a single dad.

you'd only been staying here for a couple of weeks, usually only home for two months out of the year to do some freelance work and catch up with friends, but since your mom got remarried (again) you're adjusting to the new dynamic. you didn't have the best relationship with your mom, but you didn't argue. didn't fight. didn't have enough interest or passion to try and make her angry. you had a mutual understanding--you'd stay here for a couple months of the year, rent-free, and you wouldn't get into it with her about how her four husbands and a dozen boyfriends in between them in the nearly thirty years you'd been alive had simply made you impassive towards most men, knowing they'd never be able to stick around, and instead you took what you wanted and then ditched them before they could ditch you. to say you had daddy issues was just the tip of the iceberg.

there's only been one family dinner night since you've been back, but calling it awkward was an understatement. you were sat in almost total silence, as your mom scrolls on her phone and joel scoops up some mashed potatoes and slaps them onto his plate.

"so, uh-," he begins, clearly not sure how to start a conversation, "how's your work been going? guessing it's pretty slow these months since you're able to take the time away? your freelance stuff going well?"

"sure," you agree, "it does get slow this time of year. freelance has been good. got a couple of projects i'm enjoying working on."

there's another silence.

"your momma said you'd been dating someone you met at your work? how's that been going?"

you laughed, thinking back to one of the only guys you'd mentioned to your mother, less out of a closeness to him and more because you wanted your mom to get off your case, "honestly, that ended a while ago. he was a pretty terrible lay."

joel clearly wasn't expecting that, and you smirked at him as he choked on the beer he was sipping, coughing and trying to cover up any spittle. your mom gently pats him on the back, still staring at her phone, not even listening. typical.

not sure how to follow this up, joel just shrugs and puts on a stoic face. "sorry to hear about that, sweetheart. what a shame."

you'd be lying if you said that didn't make your heart flutter just a little.

you've attuned to the general framework of home again. you've noticed a few other things, too. first, your stepdad seems to be taking a whole lot of evening shifts. second, your mom seems to be out when he's out, too, but always manages to slip in just before he gets home. finally, if there's one thing you know about joel, it's that if he's working an evening shift, you can pretty much guarantee that he's gonna be at least an hour later coming home than he says he'll be. more often than not, two. you've been here for sixteen days, and in the eleven days he's worked late, he's been late late. and this morning, joel said he wouldn't be home till at least 9pm.

it's only 5pm, so you think absolutely nothing of it when you pull up your favorite porn site, careless about keeping your bedroom door closed.

sometimes it takes you a long time to decide on what porn to watch. sometimes you want the release, and just need something that'll get you there quick. and then there are some days where you know exactly what you want. you know exactly how you want it, and you know just where to find it.

you've got an incognito browser up as you scroll through the page till you find the section you're looking for. click open a couple of videos in separate tabs. skip the ads.

place the laptop beside you, choose one to start with, and watch as the scene unfolds.

you need this. it's only been a couple of weeks since you've gotten laid, but you and your most recent fuck buddy have more or less broken up and you are extraordinarily horny, with no outlet besides your hand (and, technically, your trusty magic wand, but you forgot to bring your charging cable and she's only got so much life in her).

you focus on the scene, slowly dragging your fingers along your pussy lips, your other hand pinching and twisting at a nipple. you listen to the moans on screen as you tease yourself, dipping a finger into your tight, wet heat, and then adding another. the friction begins to build, and the pressure you're putting on your clit is just right.

"fuck", you let out a breathless moan as you start finger fucking yourself in earnest. your hips are stuttering and you feel it building so deliciously and you absolutely don't hear the knock on your door and the slight clear of a throat.

and then you register it, a couple of moments later.

you look up from your laptop screen and towards your door and you see your stepdad, cup of coffee in hand, and he's staring at you with an expression you can't parse, one eyebrow raised.

you buffer, taking a moment more for you to react to him, and you manage it in the worst possible way.

"fuck!!" you shout, slamming the laptop shut and practically flinging it away from you, pulling your hand from under the sheets and not-so-subtly wiping your slick on your duvet, and pulling your top back down over your tits. it's all done in a split second, and it was neither low-key nor quiet. you know your face is growing more flushed by the moment, and you can swear joel is actually smirking.

you stare each other down before you finally speak, "what are you doing home so early?"

"i live here," joel shrugs, takes a sip of the coffee, and then realises he might sound like a bit of a dick. "just- uh. just found out some... shitty news. decided to take the day off."

you almost forget the situation, quick to voice your worry--"are you okay joel? what's going on?"

he snorts. opens his mouth and closes it, as if he's decided better of it, and then opens it again. "just found out your mom's been stepping out on me. well. thought it was true for a while, but my brother just saw her with some guy. guess that's all the confirmation i need." he laughs, wryly, and his smile is dangerous.

"well shit," you say. it doesn't surprise you in the least, but you're not sure if it'd be better or worse to acknowledge that, and then you immediately remember your newest stepfather just caught you masturbating and you're deeply self conscious again.

"i'm really sorry, joel, but you've clearly-" you clear your throat, "caught me at a bad time. is there something i can help you with?"

he looks you up and down for a moment, and you can swear he's looking at your mouth for a second longer than you'd expect.

"well," he says, "i'd come up to see if you wanted anything for dinner. i was gonna order takeout."

there's a long pause.

"but now i'm curious about what i interrupted."

your eyes widen.

"let me see your computer. i wanna know what you were watching that you're so embarrassed of."

you immediately grab your laptop close to you and shake your head. this is something joel cannot see. "absolutely fuckin not," you tell him, and his smile gets sharper.

"i wasn't askin', sweetheart."

there's something dangerous about him now, and even though it frightens you, it's somehow exciting, too. commanding. persuasive.

he puts his mug down, and you barely think about what you're doing when you hand him the laptop, type in the password, and turn it around towards him.

you can't bare to look at the screen at the same time as him. it's fucked up and weird and he'd have every reason to avoid you forever after this, but there's a small (but persuasive) part of you that's telling you that this is a line he's willingly crossing, and there's a charge beneath it, and maybe you could get from him exactly what you want.

you study his face as he scrolls down the page. you hear him click, but no sound starts playing--he must be looking at the other tabs.

his eyes widen, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding as you watch his face.

you want him to say something. you need him to say something.

he hits play on one of the videos and the room is immediately fills with the sounds of slick flesh and moans and cries of "oh, daddy, oh daddy please--"

it's only then that he looks at you.

"well aren't you a filthy girl, hmm?" joel ridicules, "and don't think i don't notice the trend with these little videos of yours."

it's humiliating. you almost expect to die out of embarrassment right on the spot.

"look at some of these titles," joel continues, "stepdaughter gets fingerfucked by stepdaddy, stepdaughter's pussy pumped with daddy's cum ASMR, jesus christ girl-" he laughs, incredulous, "letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole".

joel's staring you down and you still haven't said anything, and that just won't do.

"these the usual kinda thing you like to touch yourself to? or is this a new subject now that you're home, spending time around your stepdaddy?"

"i-" you start, "i don't know, i-"

it's not an act, you're pretty fuckin frazzled, practically cocooning yourself in your covers and you shrink back in shame, and this seems to amuse joel to no end

"how's this, sweet girl," he says, and you realise he's been getting closer and closer to you and now he's seated only inches from your bare legs and pussy, still covered up with your blankets, "you tell me to stop, and i'll leave this room right now and close the door and we can pretend i never saw anything here-"

"no!" you cry out, and then slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at yourself while joel starts to chuckle.

"or," he continues, "you can let your stepdaddy make you feel real good."

"yes-" you cry, and not a moment later, the blankets are being pulled back and he's stroking two thick fingers along your cunt.

"there's a good girl," he says, and actually groans as he dips into you, collecting your slick, "so fucking wet for me. it is me you've been thinking about, ain't it?" he asks.

"yes joel," you say, because it's the fucking truth. you've been thinking about him nonstop for a while now, thinking about how his muscled arms look in those stupid threadbare t-shirts, thinking about the sigh he makes when he's had his first sip of a cold beer, thinking about the silver of his hair, the brown of his eyes, and the mere idea of what his cock might taste like. "i've wanted you to fuck me since i first met you."

he lets out a fuckin growl and presses his fingers into you. "such a cute little pussy, already dripping for me, huh?" he moans, and it's two digits pressing into you, but you've been working yourself up for a little while now and you're already swollen and wet and they slip right in. he finger fucks you for a moment before turning back to the laptop.

"which one's your favorite?" he nods at your screen, "which one do you watch and wish it was happening to you?"

you swallow and click back to another tab.

"letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole?", he snorts, "you really are a dirty girl, aren't you? get up off the bed." he commands.

you obey, standing up and kicking off the panties still around your ankles.

"and take that top off," he commands, and you do, pulling your top up over your tits and melting at the sound of his groan at seeing you bare for him.

he sits down on the bed with his legs spread, jeans still on. "you come sit here by daddy's lap," he says, and you do, sitting in between his thighs, inching back ever so slightly until you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants.

he runs his fingertips down your body, down your breasts and torso, dipping into your bellybutton, before drawing little circles on your hips.

'hit play," he says, and you grab the laptop next to you and resume the video.

he copies the video, rubbing one hand along your pussy and the other holding your thighs open.

"that's it," he coaxes, "keep those legs open for me, yeah?"

you're about to agree, when he starts stroking little circles around your already stimulated clit and the ability to speak leaves you. all you can do is focus on trying to keep your legs open, but your thighs are already almost quivering and he only chuckles.

"barely even touched you and you're already stupid."

you tried to nod and let out a sad whimper, tipping your head back and resting on his shoulder. he keeps his thumb pressed on your clit while he pumps his middle and index fingers in and out of you. it's so wonderfully, deliciously wrong. it feels addictive.

"you're doing so good, sweetheart, fucking on daddy's fingers like that," he praises, and it sends another spark of electricity building in your centre. encouraged, you start rocking your hips towards him, meeting each thrust of his fingers. "ready for another one?" he asks, and you nod vigorously.

he takes a moment to hold open your pussy and lean over you to look at it, stroking his fingertips along the outer lips, gathering some of your arousal, and prodding back your hood to get a little direct contact with your clit that leaves you writhing and gasping. he's smirking again, and presses a third finger into you. he curls them upwards, fucking the digits into you so nicely, and you enjoy the sensation as your arousal builds and builds and builds and-- as you come, you white out for just a moment, and as you come back into reality you can hear him speaking to you, "oh you're clenching so tight on my fingers, messy girl, look how you're dripping so nice down my fuckin' wrist. you're a nasty little slut, just like your momma huh? but i know you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, ain't ya?"

you continue to grind on his hand as his fingers stay buried in you, as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. only when you still does joel pull his fingers out of you.

as if hypnotised, he examines the arousal coating them. then, quick as anything, he pops his fingers in his mouth and sucks off your slick, immediately looking sheepish as though this was the only line he'd just crossed.

as quickly as he had become shy, he switched back to overt confidence. "y'just taste so good, sweetheart," he says, and then starts stroking your pussy again. "you're gonna let me have a proper taste, aren't you honey?"

you nod helplessly. it's so fucking good, it's too fucking good.

he scoots out from behind you and you buckle a little, toppling back onto the space he left. he's in front of you now and presses your thighs apart again, dropping to his knees on front of the bed's edge. he runs his tongue up your inner thigh, chuckling at your whimpers as he bites and nips at the sensitive skin. he takes a tentative lick, drawing his tongue towards your clit, circling it gently, and then dipping back before pulling off you for a moment.

"y'taste so fucking nice," he breathes, and his exhale on your slick pussy is exquisite. "i could just drink you up."

he presses the hood of your clit back once more, leaving his thumb there, applying perfect pressure as he flicks his tongue directly on that bundle of nerve endings and you feel like you're on fire.

"fuck, joel, yes-" you cry out, but he pulls back and shushes you.

"shhh," he says, "you don't call me joel right now, baby."

"i don't-?" you say, taken aback by the sudden lack of contact. then it clicks. "daddy-"

he smirks, "that's a good girl, sweetheart. wasn't too hard, now, was it?"

"no, daddy," you agree, and he's already diving back in, pressing his tongue into you in long strokes, letting you grind against his nose, his lips, the scratch of his cheeks, every movement he's making is so fucking perfect.

as he devours you, he presses his fingers into you again, and then you can't help yourself. you rut up on him, totally unable to practice anything resembling self restraint. in between strokes of his tongue, he pulls back and tells you, "i'm gonna need at least one more from you, baby, before you even get to think about sitting on this cock."

you let out a crazed whine, feeling joel's chuckle as he dives back in, eating your pussy like he was made to do only that.

he continues to build you up and up and without warning, you reach your peak again and come all over his face, your wet pussy drenching him and he closes his eyes and eats you through it like a man starved.

"fuck, baby," he says, "you taste so damn good, i could do that all day long."

you're splayed out, totally bare, the slick on your thighs cooling with the lack of contact. joel's looking you up and down, admiring your flushed body as he starts to undo his belt and drop his pants, your stomach flipping at the soft thunk of his belt hitting the floor.

you could feel, through his jeans, that his cock wasn't small, but you sure as fuck didn't anticipate just how thick and heavy it would hang between his wonderfully muscled thighs.

"you'd better get over here and fuck me, old man," you tease, and he snorts, before pulling you towards him by your ankles and landing a smack on your bare pussy.

"watch your manners, girl," he sneers.

"fuck!" you cry as you ride out the sensation, and he moves to slap you again, but your thighs are so slick his hand slips when he makes contact and accidentally presses you just right on your overstimulated clit, and to the surprise of both of you, you come again instantly.

he watches you, wide eyed, as you scream and your pussy clenches around nothing.

"you're just too easy, sweetheart," he laughs, "can't believe that little boyfriend of yours was such a bad lay when you're so goddamn easy. barely have to touch you and you're coming again and again for me."

"he'd just put it in, give it a couple thrusts, groan, and roll over," you snorted, loving the way joel's jaw clenches at your words, "besides, i prefer an older man."

"that's a damn shame, honey," he growls, "but i'm sure we can get ya taken care of."

you both realise at the same time that the video is still playing, as some particularly loud moans come through the speaker. you look over, and you swear you can see joel's eyes dilate as he watches.

that's a good girl, the man in the video croons, taking all of daddy's dick. wanna breed you full of me, fill you full of daddy's cum, you'd like that, huh?

you swallow and look back at joel. he looks ravenous.

"you love watching such dirty shit, don't you, baby?" joel asks, and starts teasingly rubbing your swollen clit again with his forefinger.

"yes daddy, please-" you agree, trying to chase the sensation, "please, i need your cock daddy, fill me up just like that-"

he lines himself up, notching the head of his thick cock at your entrance, and you're practically vibrating with need. it's not a want, it really is a need, if you don't have his cock right now you're probably gonna die and you need it you need it you need it so fucking badly

he laughs, and you realise you said all of that aloud, but you don't even have the capacity to feel truly shameful right now, you just need to feel him.

"c'mon, jo- daddy," you whine, "gotta feel you-"

"uh-uh, sweet thing," he chides, "i think you need to beg for it. you've got no manners, and knowing it's your momma who raised you it's pretty clear why, but you need to learn how to be a good girl. daddy's gonna teach you how to behave right here and now. got it?"

you let out a sharp exhale. "yes daddy."

"now beg."

two words shouldn't have such an ability to wreck you, but they do, and before you know it, you're rubbing your drooling pussy up against his cock head, rutting against him, begging and pleading-

"please, daddy, please fuck this wet pussy, you know how wrecked you've made me, turned me on so good, made me drip for you, made me come again and again on your fingers, i just wanna make you feel good, wanna take that cock, take everything you have to give, fuck me hard and fast and please, daddy, please--"

he cups your chin for just a moment, stroking a thumb along your jawline.

"that's better," he soothes, "what a good girl," and then he's slamming into you.

good fucking god he's huge, and you can swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, the swell of his shaft, the notch of his head, he's stretching you out deliciously.

you tilt your head back, leaving your throat bare, and let out a rough plea of, "choke me, daddy," and he doesn't need to be told twice, wrapping his hand around your neck and putting pressure in exactly the right spot. you can already feel the haziness building, and his thrusts keep coming fast and deep and you can feel the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

"jesus christ, girl," he whines, and his thrusts start to falter a little, "you're gonna be the death of me. letting daddy use this nice little pussy just so he can feel good-"

his words begin to tip you over, and you know what you want-

"come inside me, daddy," you choke through the pressure around your throat, "fill me up, make yourself feel good, give it all to me-"

that does him in, and he lets out a strangled moan, coming inside you right as you come one last time, walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

he releases your throat, and you both lay there for a minute, both totally fucked out.

after a minute, joel gingerly pulls out of you and lets out a weary groan.

"gonna be the death of me, woman," he snorts, and walks to your bathroom to clean himself up. he comes back a minute later with a cloth. you're expecting him to wipe you up, but first, he takes a moment to examine the cum that's dripping out of you.

"look so pretty like this, sweetheart," he smiles, presses his cum back into you, and then wipes down your slick thighs with the cloth.

"shit, joel-" you say, "who'd have thought you had that in you, old man?"

he rolls his eyes but he's still smiling, and then you sit together for a minute in comfortable silence. joel stands up after a while and grabs his coffee mug. takes a sip that you know must be cold by now, but he seems unbothered.

before he can leave, you stop him. "so-" you ask, "is this a one time thing, or?"

he shrugs, seemingly indifferent. "no reason i need to let your momma know what i know yet. and i reckon there's a lot more fun we can have before that happens."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and your shoulders relax.

"good." you say, and joel smiles.

"good," he repeats. "now, i know i've worked up quite an appetite and i'm guessing you might have, too. you pick the takeout, i'll go pick it up."

"thanks, joel." you smile, and you're already thinking of the next time as you scroll takeout options on your phone.

that's it. you're fucking addicted, and goddamn you can't wait for your next hit.

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