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pururing · 3 days
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Hi everyone, thank you so much for your supportive messages. I'm not sure if it's okay to answer since I don't allow anonymous questions, so I didn't. I'll go thank you personally later when I have time.
I was pretty upset yesterday and will be thinking about what to do for a while(probably just sit and wait for the next episode for now), but thanks to a few people who were willing to speak up, I had a much better day for you. It means a lot to me that you took the risk of getting involved in a needless dispute and did this.
I think most of the communication failures start with the disagreement that Asians can't be whiter than Caucasians (I'm not convinced of this, so I prefer the way it's portrayed in the show).
And when I said that children tend to have lighter skin than their parents, I meant that they are generally lighter because they haven't seen much sunlight yet. They will change as they grow, This is due to the experience of watching many children(mostly my baby sibling and cousins) and my own growing up experience. but perhaps my translator mistranslated it as "getting lighter as they older" which is opposit of what I tried to tell, and I didn't catch it, so there was some miscommunication.
As I mentioned, I'm just working from what I see on the screen. I did find some pictures that suggest that Jee may look brighter than maddie, but I won't upload them here because the gif creator may be offended that I'm dragging his work into this debate. (My google search was jee maddie. If anyone wants to look it up.)
I don't think there's any more controversy to be had, and I'm sure anyone who disagrees with me has already blocked me, so I'm going to try something a little different. Here's the real reason for my boring and long post.
I wanted to clarify that I am very careful with racial descriptions.
As I said before, I'm a mainstream Korean and because of this, I grew up in an atmosphere that was pretty indifferent to other cultures and countries. When I became an adult, I was fortunate enough to have friends from Europe, America, Canada, Latin America, Southeast Asia, etc. I was quite shocked. The world is so much bigger and more diverse than what I had conceptually known. And that people in those cultures are very proud of their identity. And I really respect it.
After that realization, I could have gone back to living a normal life in Korea, but unfortunately, I was born to be a fanartist, and I started to like foreign content instead of Korean content. (like Japanese, Chinese, English-based content, etc.).
I learned about how some effective but insensitive depictions can be historically and realistically offensive and unpleasant experiences for certain races. The problem is that there are a lot of small details that you really don't notice if you're not a party to them, especially since so many discussions are primarily in English and the information curated by a few active people and translated into our social media is where most of our knowledge comes from, so we can offend people without even trying.
I am very aware of this and am open to input from others in this regard. I am very cautious about drawing a race I don't know in the first place, so I try to avoid realistic depictions. But on the other hand, the "cartoon" style I've been taught actually leads me to omit many features. Age, body type, beauty. So this is the style I've adopted when I want to draw fanart of works based on real people, especially if they're multiracial (especially since I've always been more of a comic artist than an illustrator.) I wish I was a better artist and had more options, but honestly, this is my limit. Sorry.
I would like to apologize if anyone feels hurt or upset by any of my non-Asian characters and thinks they are too stereotypical, don't look like them at all, or are too ridiculous.(Even white people. I was taught that there are many differences and histories even among people who are considered white.)
I really don't want to use my art style as a shield to justify any depiction of race, and I'm worried that someone might get the wrong idea that I have such an opinion.
All of my intentions are simply to make sure that no one in the fandom is offended by the artwork, and to provide some lighthearted entertainment that is just a good laugh at a silly cartoon.
Sometimes people wonder why we invest so much passion into a character on screen, but it's a great feeling to share and empathize with someone who feels the same way. Especially when they have something in common with you. That's why I cared so much about Jee and Chimney even though I'm primarily a Buddie shipper. I don't know a lot about immigrants, but I found it very funny and entertaining that he immigrated when he was 5 years old, his family moved back to Korea, and his father video calls from his very traditional grandfather's room. Despite the many inaccuracies, it's fun to see someone try this hard. I will say here that I am very cautious when drawing other races because I understand that my inaccurate depictions can create an unpleasant experience for others, especially if they feel a strong connection to them.
So, I'm not sure what I will do in the future or when I will draw and share more, but if anyone finds any depictions in my future drawings that may be offensive, I will be open to being corrected. I just don't want my Korean identity to be infringed upon by claims that I don't resemble the way "Asian stereotypes" are drawn. (There's a reason I say Korean identity, not Asian or East Asian. The history here is too complex to group into one word…) I will respect others and you will respect me. That's all I want.
Anyway, that's all I have to say. I am aware that my upbringing inevitably narrows my perspective, and I don't want to use my people of color or non-Western culture as a weapon to further an agenda of agency that I don't have.
If anyone is still reading, thanks for the long read. really. And I'm sorry for bringing conflict into the fandom.
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norrisleclercf1 · 7 months
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Lando's Replacement
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Rating: G
Words: 765
Requested: Yes/No
Request: Could you do a mini lando new part where Aiden starts karting and lando is nervous about it thanks love your writing
Warnings: None, just fluff
Mini Lando Series
A/N: Aiden is 8, Caleb is 5 and Daniel is 3
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"I'm not built for this stress, Y/n," Lando whispers, staring at your son Aiden. You can't help but roll your eyes at your husband. After all the years he spent giving you stress, he's the one who can't handle it? Drama queen.
"Really? Now you know how I've felt for the past 15 years." Lando grimaces as Aiden moves around his new kart, bumping his shoulder with yours, ensuring everything is in order. "Daddy? How do I start it?" Lando gives a wobbly smile to his little boy. Except he's not so little anymore.
At 8 years old, Aiden has fallen in love with karting and has spoken about following in his father's footsteps. "Let me show you." Lando straddles the kart and turns the ignition. The kart rumbles and then sputters to life. "Cool!" Aiden yells, not even waiting for Lando to get out of the way before he pops himself into the seat.
"Mommy, look!" Aiden can't hide his excitement while Lando looks down at the kart with horror. "Can't believe my Dad and Mum allowed me to do this." He whispers, grabbing Aiden's own crash helmet. "Lando, he's going to be fine. All he's doing is learning how to drive it, not racing." Covering your husband's shaky hand.
Lando has always been protective, especially of Aiden. After all the trouble you two went to get pregnant, it was hard on Lando to see his firstborn become a person and one that wanted to join karting. "He's safe. You had McLaren build his helmet and the kart. Plus you oversaw all of it. He's safe." Lando nods, stepping back from the kart as Aiden slides the helmet on.
"Well, looks like Lando has got some competition now." You don't even have to turn to know who it was. "Mommy, what's A doing?" Oscar stands next to you, holding your youngest, Daniel, and the hand of your second, Caleb. "A is learning to drive a kart like Daddy used to." Explaining what Aiden was doing to Caleb was hard sometimes because whatever Aiden was doing, Caleb wanted to do it, too.
"Can I join?" Right on time, smiling, you push his curly hair back. "Not yet, you're far too small. When you're 8 and still want to try it, we can." Oscar chuckles, seeing Aiden zip off. "Aiden! Brakes!" Lando yells. You cover your snort, seeing your husband chase after your laughing son. "He'll have grey hairs when this is over." Oscar adjusts little Daniel on his hip.
"Good, it'll humble his ass. He puts me through hell whenever he drives. He'll finally understand why I'm just as exhausted as him by the end of a race." Caleb giggles, wanting to run after his father, but you hold him close. "Lando has been dreading this. When Aiden first asked him, I thought he'd faint." Oscar smiled at his old teammate, having moved to Red Bull after his 4th season, and was in a tight battle with Lando, Charles, and Max for a WDC.
"Mommy, look how fast I'm going!" Aiden yells, hitting the gas and whipping his head back. You wince seeing it, but the rings of Aiden's laughter ease your worries. "Aiden, please!" Lando yells, stopping before you, gasping for air and sweat lining his forehead. "You're getting old." Oscar quips. Lando looks up, glaring at the Aussie. "I'm not old, just aging. Like fine whiskey." Oscar just rolls his eyes. "Your son is doing donuts." Lando takes off again, leaving Caleb cackling, watching his father.
"Maybe we should get Max or Carlos to teach Aiden?" You ask Oscar, but he shakes his head no. "He might be freaking out, but he's loving this. It's a memory they'll both look on fondly." Aiden laughs at the sound of the engine cut off as Lando scoops his oldest up.
The image of them laughing, Lando lecturing him with no anger as Aiden just giggles. "Yes, Daddy," Aiden says, his little body wobbling as his helmet makes him look like a life-size bobblehead. "Did you have fun?" Aiden nods, your fingers working quickly to get the helmet off. "It was so much fun. Daddy said we can return with Uncle Carlos, Max, and Oscar!" Aiden jumps around.
"I would love that." Oscar bends down, ruffling Aiden's hair. "Yes! With you teaching me, I can replace Daddy at McLaren." He laughs, and Lando's eyes budge out. The thought of Aiden driving in F1 was enough to kill him. "Y/n, this payback, isn't it?" He whispers, you just smirk. "Oh, sweet, sweet revenge, darling." Kissing his cheek.
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natsglorifiedsimp · 3 months
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Something Changed
A/N: Hello!! New fic for everybody. Angst this time cause I haven't written one in ages!! Hope you enjoy!! This is inspired by the TikTok videos I've been watching that make me bawl my fucking eyes. I forgot the titles but you guys probably know what i mean.
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They would say Y/n and Natasha were very close. Everything they do involves banters and evil laughter from just watching a cat falling off a desk. They've even mistaken you guys were dating.
Natasha and Y/n were very close. They sometimes say sentences and thoughts in unison and it is resulted in another laughter that would be heard from a mile away. One wouldn't go without the other.
But all of it changed.
Natasha once shared with you she had a crush. Of course, you begged her to tell you because you were best friends. You begged and even tried to exaggerate your "please" just to make her give in.
And she did.
She told you it was Wanda. Wanda is her current friend in that one class you're not in. And she told you all about the good things about her. And of course, being her friend you teased her about it and supported her with every decision she wanted to make to get Wanda to date her.
After all, you knew she would do the same for you.
But something changed.
"Hey, Nat!" you called upon her. Natasha turned to see who called and with her was Wanda walking hand in hand. You gave her a knowing smirk.
Natasha only rolled her eyes, "What's up?" she asked.
"Do you have plans this afternoon? I was wondering if you could help me with my Maths" you asked showing her your Math notebook.
"Can't" she shrugged. "Have plans with Wanda,"
"Oh, uhm okay" you pondered. "How about tonight?" you asked once again. "I really need to get this done," you pleaded.
"Still can't Y/n, I'm sorry. Maybe Tony can help you" she gave you another knowing smirk to say she and Wanda would be hanging out all night and you gave her a smirk back.
"Yeah, alright! Have fun!" you enunciated the word 'fun' just to tease her. There's always next time you thought.
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The next day you didn't see Natasha at school and she didn't join you for lunch. So you decided to hang out with Maria's circle of friends for a while just to past the time.
"Hey, your girlfriend not around?" Maria smirked.
You nudged her in the elbow enough just to give her a wince. "First of all, she's not my girlfriend." you booped her nose. "And second of all, I have an eye on someone." you looked her right in the eye. "And lastly, Natasha's dating Wanda so stop spreading those rumors around or you and Natasha will have a fistfight."
"Oh please, I would win anyway" she smugly said.
"Oh, I bet you would," you smirked.
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It has been one week since you and Natasha talked or even hung out. You have been letting her give her moment with Wanda so they could have the best moments of dating. And as a supportive friend you gave her that.
But right now it was one of those nights again where you can't sleep and anxiety is ridden in your body. You felt nauseous and everything felt so heavy. You didn't want to cry cause you knew you wouldn't stop if you did. So you texted Natasha for a distraction. She always knew what to do.
Y/n
"Hey, Nat?"
"Are you busy?"
Bossy Natalia
"Yeah, I'm at Wanda's"
"What's up?"
Y/n
"Do you mind if we talk just for a minute or two?"
"I could really use a distraction"
Bossy Natalia
"I'm sorry, I'm quite busy Y/n"
"Could it wait tomorrow?"
Y/n
"Uhm, yeah sure"
"Sorry for bothering"
Seen
You were shaking at this point. You were upset and disappointed but it didn't matter. Natasha isn't always available for you, you thought. So instead you cried. You cried your heart out even if your head was aching, your body was tired, and your mind was swirling with thoughts that Natasha doesn't consider you as your friend anymore.
You cried until you fell asleep.
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The next day, you looked awful. Your eyes were tired and swollen. You didn't have the energy to get up and do your daily routine but you did it anyway. You went to school like nothing happened.
In the first period, Natasha was in her seat already. You perked up in hopes of catching up with her about her girlfriend and your life also. You wanted to know the details, wanted to share to her about an encounter you had with a kid the other day where she randomly flipped you off. Anything really you wanted to share anything that was funny, useless or completely random.
"Hey, Nat!" you waved. She waved back whilst on her phone. "Who you texting?" you asked.
"Wanda."
"You won't believe what happened the other day," you said, smiling at the memory.
"Uh yeah, hang on a second," she said, texting really fast and smiling at her phone.
You frowned, "Nevermind," you awkwardky chuckled. "It's not important."
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Everything changed since she dated Wanda. It's like you never existed. The things you guys used to do are now what Natasha and Wanda do. You tried reaching out to her, saying hi when you had the opportunity, asking her to hang out with you or have a couple of chats between friends but nothing. It's either she was busy or with Wanda.
It hurt.
But you paid no mind to it. You let her be. Because you're supportive. Even if it was your lowest you didn't bother to ask her or to rant to her about what you're feeling. You stopped sharing your problems, your meaningless rants. Because you knew Wanda was probably doing that already.
You felt like your role as her best friend had stopped. It expired.
And what hurt more was that she promised. You both promised. You promised each other that even when you guys were already dating you wouldn't forget about each other. That it was "Bros before hoes"
So you stopped. You stopped trying. You stopped communicating with her. And just let her be.
Your parents are planning to move to Los Angeles and their planning to get you to transfer to a new school there. New people, new environment. You would've argued with them about it but what's the point? You don't have anything to lose here in New York.
Natasha is happy now and that's all you needed.
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Bossy Natalia
"Y/n!!"
"Why didn't you tell me you were moving?"
"Hello???"
"Y/n?"
Part 2
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bluecollarmcandtf · 2 months
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I'm so annoyed, my best friend has such an asshole for a husband. He basically never pays attention to her, all he cares about sport, beer and his friends. He never helps around the house and he's a lazy slob! He's always at the gym or going to the game with his bros. He's such a prick, maybe he should just be date his bros since he's so obsessed with them. He's always complaining about his wife "bothering him". Plus who would want to marry a slob anyway, as a husband he should be devoted to cleaning his house and caring about who he is married to.
I think I found the guy you're talking about, and you're totally right about him being an asshole. Your friend deserves better than an uncaring, selfish, pig-of-a-husband. That girl has tolerated him for too long! She won't be seeing him or his sexist buddies ever again when I'm done here...
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Just look at him! The first thing he does when he gets home is grab a beer and park that fat ass of his on the couch. Sure, he might hit the gym later on his way to the bar, but he's not planning on helping his wife out with dinner. He's not really planning on talking to her at all until he needs a blow job later tonight.
You mentioned his name was Brett, I think?
Well, Brett can barely hold a job. He's lucky you gave him a chance and got him a gig as a delivery man. I think he's been doing this for a month now, but he absolutely resents the work. Brett can't really enjoy anything unless he has a beer in his hand, and he absolutely hates wearing that stuffy little uniform.
Nevertheless, he's been consistently showing up so far; probably because his wife is waking him up, washing his clothes, and feeding him breakfast. Brett essentially only uses her as a maid and sex toy!
It's a good thing I've got something planned for Brett today as he starts his delivery rounds. He doesn't notice me following as he grumpily carries a package out of his truck, and he doesn't have time to react when I reach out and grab the back of his head.
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"You're not going to move," I command, sinking my fingers into the soft parts of his skull, "You're going to let me in."
A deep sigh blows out of Brett's mouth, and I know his willpower is gone. "I'm not going to move. I'll let you in..." he repeats numbly.
With permission, I shoot inside his mind, discovering much of what I expected. His thoughts revolve around meeting up with his bros after work. He hasn't genuinely cared to think about his wife in ages. His mind is just as simple and unlikeable as he is.
Good thing I'm here to change it!
"Brett, I'm changing your thoughts. You like that. You want me to rewrite you."
"You're..." he struggles to form words, "You're changing my thoughts. I like that. I want you to rewrite me..."
"Good," I grin maliciously.
Bringing my lips closer to his ear, I begin to fill his head with his new personality. He accepts all his new goals and dreams wholeheartedly. I imagine, you will like them. They're the ones you asked for...
Done for now, I pull out of his mind, whipping Brett back into consciousness! He gasps for air as he regains his senses, but then something overtakes him. He's taken off running down the street!
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I follow behind, knowing exactly where he'll end up. I must say that I enjoy watching his thick ass jogging away in those tight brown shorts. He's a lot more muscular than I gave him credit for.
I'm sure his new husband will enjoy that body of his too.
Brett sprints several blocks and runs straight up to a house at the end of the street. It's the home of one of his football buddies. I think his name might be Axel or Alex or something. I'm not sure.
Anyways, Brett bangs on the door, panting like a dog. When the door is finally opened, he wastes no time. Brett pulls his bro in for the long passionate kiss he's been waiting for.
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"Dude?" his friend mumbles as their lips part, "What are you doing?"
Little does he know that I already hypnotized him, too. He's going to accept everything Brett does like it's what he's wanted all along.
"Axel! Man, I love you!" Brett moans, pulling his football buddy in closer, "I want you to marry me. I'll quit my job and be your housewife. I'll be better at that! And you can boss me around and use me however you want, bro! I mean everything; cooking, cleaning, everything!"
"Woah, dude! That's a lot to take in," he hesitates, but already his mind is giving in, "But yeah. I like the sound of that. Being my wife means more than just cooking and cleaning though."
Brett looks at his new love earnestly. Meanwhile, Axel straightens up and crosses his arms to look rough.
"It means pleasure, whenever I want it and wherever I want it. It means you only get to watch the football games in between you serving me and my friends. By the way, they're just my friends now. Got it, dude?"
"Yeah," Brett whines, "Just let me start now!"
Axel smirks and pulls his new house husband into the house, giving him a possessive slap on the butt as they pass over the threshold.
"Alright, bitch. I'm gonna treat you just as bad as you did that old girl of yours."
"Who?" Brett asks out of genuine confusion, but he's already brushed off the comment and dropped to his knees.
"I don't know. Don't care either," Axel sneers, "Just get started. Haven't blown a load all day."
The faint sound of repetitive gagging echoes out of the house as the front door slams shut. It seems like my work here is done.
The football gang will enjoy having a very willing bro to take care of all their needs, and Brett will do it with a genuine smile on his face. That friend of yours is a free woman, so I suggest she find something fulfilling to do with her life. Brett may be trapped in another marriage, but she sure as hell isn't!
Hope you liked how I handled your problem!
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yeollie-plz · 5 months
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Fix Me
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Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x F! Reader
Synopsis: Joel fixes stuff around your house, until Joel fixes you.
Genre: fluff, angst, smut
Warnings: Age gap (reader is mid twenties, Joel is mid thirties), kissing, crying, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of trauma, oral f! receiving, 18+ smut, porn with plot, slow burn? (ok not really but), reader is a hot mess!, insecurities, unprotected sex (don't be like them!), spanking, masturbation
Gif credits to owners!
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The first time you met Joel was about a week after you moved in. Your house was directly across from his and for that week you would see him here and there. You had to admit you found him a bit attractive. You eventually wanted to go around the neighborhood and introduce yourself, instead he surprised you by coming knocking at your door.
Having just finished showering you weren't really prepared for visitors, wearing only a robe and your hair wet and stringy draped on your shoulders. So when the heavy knock rang on your door, you sighed, glancing down at your appearance. You debated if you could just ignore the knock, until another sounded.
Rolling your eyes, you decided there was no other choice but to answer. You swung the door open a bit too aggressively, finally looking at who was standing there. It was the neighbor that you had all but stalked this past week. Okay, you found him very attractive!
You blushed at your actions, seeing that his eyes widened at them as well. It seemed as though your neighbor also noticed your disheveled state, his eyes scanning over your figure. His held at your chest for a second longer before he met your eyes.
"Sorry, I'm Joel, I live across the way there." He motioned towards his place. "I just noticed that there was a hole in your porch and well I'm a contractor so..." He trailed off.
"Okay?" You said trying to urge him to get to his point so you could get back into your house. No matter how cute your neighbor was, he was not worth standing basically naked in your doorway for.
"I...um...thought maybe I could fix it for ya. I can just get it done quickly now. No charge, if I'm honest I've wanted to fix it for a while now."
"So, you came all the way over here to fix my porch?" You tilted your head in confusion. He nodded.
"I guess I have. So, darlin', do ya mind?" You tried to ignore the term of endearment and shook your head.
"I mean sure, that's fine...I guess." You whispered the last part, trying not to come off too taken aback. "I'm going to go look more presentable, you can go ahead and start." You motioned at your robe and Joel's eyes lingered once more.
You ignored it and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. You quickly sorted out your appearance. Before returning outside you stopped in your kitchen grabbing a cup and filling it with ice and water for Joel.
You silently opened your front door so you watch Joel work for a minute. You had found Joel attractive the moment you laid eyes on him, but something about watching the man work. The bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face as he concentrated on fitting a board into the hole. The bit of skin that showed at the hem of his shirt as he reached further to grab a tool. You shook your head ignoring the growing heat between your thighs and cleared your throat. Joel's head snapped up to you, whipping his brow as he stood.
"I brought you some water, its a bit hot today." You handed him the cup. He took it was a nod of appreciation.
"I'm Y/N by the way. I never introduced myself earlier."
"Nice to meet you darlin'. I've been waiting to finally learn your name." You tried to hide your shock at his statement. He chuckled and sat the cup on the little table you had there.
"I'm 'bout done here. You can go ahead and cool off inside. I'll clean this up. Let me know if you need anything else fixed, you know where I live." He said. You could've sworn you saw his eyes drop to your lips at the mention of fixing something else. No, that can't be, you decided. You had just met the man!
"Uh, sure. Thanks Joel." He winked at you and went back to his project, leaving you not only confused but also a bit hot and bothered.
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The weeks that followed, part of you wanted something to break so that you could talk to Joel again. You would see him go to work and come back, but you had no reason to really approach him. Some days you would sit out on your porch and watch him leave. His eyes would lock onto yours. This would earn you a smirk and small wave. To which you blushed and waved back.
One evening you got as bold as to check your mail around the time that he would be home. Lingering by your mailbox until you saw the familiar truck pull down the street into his driveway. That day he called out your name with a hello and you didn't stop thinking about it all night long.
You couldn't believe the way you were behaving. You barely knew Joel and yet you were entranced by him. He was almost your every waking thought. There was something in that manifesting though, as one morning you were making breakfast and a cabinet door came off one of its hinges.
You almost shrieked in excitement as you left the door hanging there. Later that night, you saw Joel's car pull up once more. You grabbed the plate of cookies you had made earlier and made your way across the street. This time you knocked on Joel's door. He answered with a surprised look on his face.
"Y/N?"
"Joel, hi! Um I wasn't sure how serious your offer to fix things was but my cabinet came off its hinges earlier and I don't have the correct screw so...I brought cookies." You held out the plate to him after your rant.
He laughed, "It was serious. Uh, I can come over Sunday to do it? It's been a long day." He rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.
"Oh! Of course! No problem at all!" Calm down, Y/N, calm down.
Another chuckle, as he finally took the plate of cookies from your hands.
"Thank you for these. Sarah will love 'em."
"Sarah? Your..." Your stomach twisted, did he have a wife? You had never seen a woman around.
"My daughter, chocolate chip is her favorite." Relief washed over you.
"Well, I hope you both enjoy them! My grandma's recipe, they are amazing, totally not biased!" He laughed and leaned against his door frame to take you in. A look of content on his face. Almost like he was weighing his options.
Fire sparked through your body and met between your legs at the look. Clearing your throat you spoke quickly, "So, I'll see you Sunday then! Have a good week, Joel!" You rushed back across the street just barely hearing his "You too!" being called out behind you.
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Sunday couldn't come soon enough. In the days between then and now you had been very very frustrated. Yes, sexually frustrated. Something about the way Joel looked at you went straight to your panties. He was very easy to fantasize about.
You fantasized about him coming over, the full intention of fixing the cabinet, but nailing you instead. Digging his fingers into your hips as he lifted you onto the counter, teeth nipping at your neck. He would drop to his knees, dragging your panties down with him.
You fantasized about pulling him by his collar into your bedroom, lips connected the entire time. Passion radiating off the two of you as you pushed him onto your bed. You swung your legs over his hips, straddling him. As you continued to crash your lips into his, grinding onto his hardening member. The feeling of his jeans through your thin panties, driving you insane.
You fantasized about taking a shower together. You fantasized about him taking you on the dining table. You fantasized about him taking you on that very porch you met, for all of the neighborhood to see. God, you fantasized about him fucking you anywhere and everywhere.
It was becoming a problem.
How were you supposed to face him when your toys had gotten the most use they ever had at the expense of him? You were fucked. Royally, officially, in every way.
So, when Joel finally did come over on Sunday the only thing that ran through your mind was an image of him inside of you. Which was causing a few attention issues on your part.
"Y/N?" He called through your daydream. He was leaning on your kitchen counter staring at you with his head cocked in amusement. You dragged your eyes down him muscular arm, following the veins to his hand. Your breath caught as you pictured him eating you out there, those fingers pumping in and out of you.
"You feelin' alright, sugar?" His amusement was now changed to light concern as you still weren't responding. Goosebumps rose on your skin.
You blinked and shook your head, attempting to wash the images out of your head. Shifting your weight, you pulled at your collar, suddenly feeling too hot.
"I-yeah, I'm fine. It was just a long week." The first excuse you could think of, yet it was sort of true. A long week of touching yourself to the man that was now standing in front of you.
"I hear that! Well I'm done here so I'll just head out and let ya relax." He smiles and pushes himself off the counter, collecting the last few of his things.
He had almost made it to the door when you called out his name, stopping him in his tracks. You weren't sure what had possessed you in the moment to give you this confidence.
"Can I, uh, ask you a question?"
"Sure, sugar." He smiled at you once again.
"Are you dating anyone?" His smile stayed but something different flashed behind his eyes.
"No, I'm not. What made you curious?" He was trying to read you now. He had that look on his face again like he was debating closing the distance between the two of you.
"Darlin'?" The question came when you didn't answer, he took a step towards you.
"No reason, really! I just..." You searched his eyes like he would give you an out.
A laugh, "Well if you do find a reason, let me know." And with that he left, leaving you cursing yourself in your living room.
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Spring came with the next month. And with spring came the thunderstorms. You had never been a huge fan of them, something about the booming sounds and sharp sparks of light always made your skin crawl. Your therapist was convinced there was a deeper reason behind the trauma but you hadn't been able to uncover it yet. All you knew was with thunderstorms came panic attacks and sleepless nights.
You would get up later in the morning, missing the opportunity to watch Joel get to work. And you were too busy bundled into a cocoon hiding from the storms at night to watch him return. Although you didn't know it, Joel was missing seeing you. So like a few nights before this he was watching your house, trying to catch a glimpse of you.
He had been jolted awake by a particularly loud crash of thunder, and after tossing and turning for a bit, he sighed and got out of bed. Originally going downstairs to grab a glass of water his eyes caught on your house when he noticed your bedroom light still on. Joel glanced at the clock on the wall. 2:45? What were you still doing up?
Watching your window for a minute, to see if you would switch the light out. That's when a big strike of lightening struck, knocking out all the power of the neighborhood. Joel rushed to his front door, not even bothering to put on some shoes and ran across the street to your house. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it but his body moved as if being controlled by someone else.
He got to your door, out of breath and soaked. That's when another bolt struck, the thunder following closely after it. But over all that he heard your scream. Without a second thought he turned the handle of your front door, finding it not locked.
Joel rushed through your house to your bedroom, following the sounds of your sobs. Opening the door without a second thought. You glanced up quickly, letting out another scream.
Joel held his hands up, "Sorry! I heard a scream and instinct kicked in. Your door was unlocked. I just...wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Joel." You whispered his name. Tears slid down your cheeks.
"Doll." He whispered back, testing the waters.
"I'm fine, just thunderstorms aren't my favorite thing in the world."
His eyes searched your own. "I can stay and talk with you if you need. That usually helps me."
You smiled, "Sure, that would be nice."
He walked towards the bed, about to sit on the edge of it when you stopped him.
"Wait! You're soaking wet, let me run you a bath!" You pushed yourself out of your cocoon and moved towards the bathroom. A hand around your wrist stopped you. It sent a spark through your body.
"Hate to break it to you, Sugar, but no power means no hot water. I should be the one drawing a bath for you anyways." His grip was light, like he was scared to hurt you. He noticed you looking at it and let go. "Sorry."
You shook your head, "You'll get sick all wet. Let me at least get you a change of clothes." Returning soon after with a stack of clothes.
"Here these are my dad's, should fit. There's towels in the closet if you need it." Handing them to him, you shrugged.
"Your dad's?" He took them with a bit of reluctance, insecurity washing over him.
"Mhm." You nodded, not noticing his change in demeanor and sat back on the bed. Eyes watching as he went into the bathroom and closed the door.
You looked up when he came back out, "How did it go?"
"It was a bit difficult in the dark but I managed." He stop there nervously, something still brewing in his mind.
You patted the bed next to you, silently telling him what you wanted. He took the hint and settled in close to you, but not touching. Sitting there in silence for a few minutes.
"I thought was were supposed to talk." You finally spoke up, intending for it to come off as a joke.
"You're right, sorry I just got in my head for a minute there."
You shifted your body closer to his, finally feeling his body heat radiating onto your own. It sent a shiver down your spine.
"Cold?" He asked. You shook your head no.
"Nope-" you cleared your throat, "-what were you in your head about?" An awkward silence washed over you as if he was debating telling you the truth.
Finally he sighed, "It was you giving me your dad's clothes."
"My dad's clothes?"
"Yeah, it just made me remember how much older I am than you."
It took you a second but you laughed. He gave you a sideways look. The look made you stop and blush at your inappropriate reaction.
"Sorry, but its a little funny. Its only like an eight year difference!"
"Nine." He corrected.
"Fine, nine. One year doesn't change that it isn't a big gap. The heart wants what it wants, isn't that the saying?" You hadn't realized what you said until it had slipped past your lips. "Uh-I mean..."
That's when Joel's lips crashed into yours, his hands fumbling around the sheets trying to find purchase of your hips. Your own finding their way around the back of his neck. His cold fingers made contact with your warm skin, causing a gasp to escape your lips. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, taking control. Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck.
Your lips moved in synch for a while, just feeling each other. The sexual tension that had been building for the past months finally coming to the surface.
"Do you want this?" He asked as he pulled away to trail his kisses down your neck. You nodded aggressively.
"Words, darlin'."
"I want this. I want all of you Joel." It came out breathlessly, you were barely able to find your voice.
He smirks into your neck, "Dirty girl."
At the name, you let out a whimper. His lips return to your own as he grinds his hips down. You feel his hard member graze your clit and you jerk up to meet his hips. You need him.
"'m not gonna last long, darlin'. I've been wanting to fuck you for weeks."
"Me too." You confirmed, blushing at his confession.
"Yeah? You been touching yourself to the thought of me?"
You nod.
"Show me." Normally this request would make you nervous, but something about the way Joel looks at you gives you confidence. And if this gets him to touch you then you'll do anything.
He backs off the bed to give you room. He towers over you now, watching you with hungry eyes. You pull your shirt over you head slowly. You want to give him a show. You stand now, pushing your pants and underwear down with a sway of your hips.
Turning around, you bend down to get your feet out of your pants, shoving your ass into Joel's crotch. He growls, actually growls at the action and lands a hand on your ass. Not enough to leave a mark or cause any real pain, but enough for you to lose your balance and fall onto your stomach onto the bed. His body now covers your own as he pulls your earlobe with his teeth.
"You gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to punish you?" The whisper is so gruff that it almost doesn't sound like him but goddamn does it turn you on.
"Mm, I'll be a good girl."
"Good, now show me how you touch yourself." He lifts his body off of yours and you flip over. Running your hands down the swell of your breasts, letting them linger slightly at your nipples, toying with them. Joel watches intently. You move them down your stomach and finally to your soaked lips.
Your index finger slides easily with the amount of slick you produced during your make out session. If you're being honest most of it is probably from when he whispered in your ear just now but!
You toy with your clit for a second, letting a moan push past your lips at finally receiving what you really need. You let your fingers tease your lips before pushing one inside yourself. The stretch being exactly what you need. Actually, exactly what you need is standing there palming his erection.
"Joel, need you." You moan out as you add another finger inside yourself. This is all he needs to pounce onto you once again and replace your fingers with his own. Now fucking you with his two digits, the stretch being so much more delicious than your own. He reconnects your lips.
"Baby, I need to be inside you now." He admits.
"Please." You are almost begging now. He pulls his shirt over his head quickly. Rising to his feet he undoes his pants and pulls them down. Leaning over you again, he kisses you, rubbing himself onto your wet core.
"Do you have a condom, sugar?" You shake your head no. "Fuck."
"It's okay, I'm clean and on birth control."
"I'm clean too. Are you sure?" His previous dominant attitude is now replaced with concern.
"Yes, I'm sure, I just need you now." He takes your word for it and pushes into you in one swift motion. Usually your wetness as to easily push in. He stretches you out completely, causing you to grab his bicep in a search for support.
"You okay?" He askes.
"Yeah, just need a moment. You're bigger than my toys." You give yourself a minute to adjust to his size. You feel your walls contract onto his member, your body wanting him to move. "Okay, I'm ready. Ruin me."
"With pleasure." And he does just that. He fucks you at a speed that almost feels inhuman. His hips meet yours roughly, sliding his cock almost fully to the tip and then bottoming out inside of you. Part of you thinks you'll have bruises tomorrow from how roughly he is thrusting into you, but honestly it will be worth it. Especially with how good you are feeling right now.
His pace falters a bit when you clench around him, "Fuck." He mutters. Regaining his pace quickly. "Told ya I'm not gonna last. Need to make you cum, baby."
You moan at his words and clench onto him once again, earning a slap to you thigh. His hand reaching up and fondling your breast, quirking the nipple with two fingers, causing your hips to jerk up meeting his trusts.
"Come on, baby, I know you're close." Those fingers now make their way down to your clit, working it in circles. You moan at the feeling, feeling yourself getting closer and closer.
With one particularly hard thrust, he hits that spot inside of you. The mixture of that with him toying with your clit causes the coil to snap inside of you and your body warms in your orgasm. Shuddering your hips move involuntarily as he fucks you through your orgasm. Only letting go of your clit with he decides you have had enough.
"There it is." He kisses you and begins to chase his own orgasm. "Where do you want me?"
Inside of responding you open your mouth and stick you tongue out. His eyes go even darker as he speeds his hips up. Joel gets himself to the edge before pulling out of you. You quickly sit up and wait for his cum. He grunts and shoots all of himself down your throat. You swallow dutifully.
He smirks, "Pretty girl. Don't let any go to waste." He runs his thumb across a bead of his spend on the corner of your mouth pushing it inside. You lick all around his thumb, sucking lightly.
"Fuck, darlin', you're gonna get me started again."
"Maybe I want you to." You look at him with hooded eyes, smirking.
"You're in for it now." He grabs your hips and pushes you down onto the bed, attacking your mouth with his own.
You didn't sleep that night either.
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Lipstick. (Dark!Joel Miller x Reader.)
!This is my first fic about Joel, please be gentle ): It's kinda short. (feedback is appreciated.) This contains smut and mature themes. Minors DNI, rough sex, Joel is rough, slight non-con, unprotected p in v sex. This is dark smut. You've been warned.!
(I don't know too much about TLOU, I've only played the game and watched a tiny bit of the show so if you see any story mistakes just let me know (: thank you)
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When Joel's eyes crossed her lips, his eyes narrowed. "The hell is on your mouth?" He asks. He and Ellie were getting ready for the day. He had patrol and she needed to go to a couple classes with the rest of the kids her age, which she hated. "What?" She asks. Looking confused. Until her hand raised to touch her lip. "Oh. It's lipstick."
He grits his teeth. "Lipstick? Why do you have lipstick on?" He asks.
"It's... Just lipstick. Y/N makes it using some stuff she finds." She shrugs. The mention of your name has the hair on his body standing up. "That's stupid Ellie. Don't need no damn lipstick in all this. Give it here." He holds his hand out. She sighs. She wants to stand her ground but she knows Joel won't give up. She digs it out of her pocket and passes it to his hand that he's holding out. She sighs as she does it. "No go on. Go to class." She shakes her head. "Have a stupid class but can't have a fucking lipstick." She mumbles under her breath as she walks out the door. He shakes his head at her.
Joel is fuming. He knows the kind of girl you are. He's already told you to stay away from Ellie once before but the fact that you didn't listen and went as far to give her a lipstick gets under his skin. How the fuck were you even making this shit anyways?
He shakes his head as he gathers up everything he'd need for patrol and heads out.
To his surprise, Tommy is waiting by the entrance. "Hey. Hayden is sick so we have a fill in for your patrol partner." He nods.
"Who is it?" He asks.
"Y/N."
Joel has to hide the way he grits his teeth from his brother. "Ain't she a kid?" He asks. "Nah she's in her twenties and I've been on patrol with her a couple times, she knows what she's doin." He laughs. "You'll be alright. Promise." Joel nods his head and heads toward the stable to get his horse. He sees you standing next to a horse and remembers you weren't in class with Ellie, that you helped train the horses. So he told you to stay away from Ellie and not only did you not listen, but went out of your way to disobey him.
It wouldn't go over well for you when he gets you alone, that's for sure. He wasn't going to be nice this time.
He doesn't say a word to you and you don't press him. The last interaction you'd had with Joel didn't go very well and you knew how big of a prick he could be so you kept quiet. You did what you were supposed to do and that was that.
After a couple of hours, he's slowing to a stop. "What are you doing?" You ask.
You're right out front of an outpost for your people on patrol to take breaks and stay if the weather is too bad. A tiny log cabin circled around in wire. "Need a break." He's short. He hops down off of his horse and ties it up to the railing on the porch of the cabin, taking his gloves off as he makes his way inside. You skeptically do the same. Knowing Joel and how impatient he is, this was out of the ordinary for him. He never took breaks. You tie your horse up, taking your time to cover her up with a cover. It's cold this time of year and you don't want her to get too cold.
You might've been stalling as well.
You make your way inside and sit down on the old dusty sofa. Pulling your sweater off.
Joel paces the room for a minute, and you know something is wrong. He looks pissed.
"Um.. is everything okay?" You ask. He glides his hand over his facial hair. Letting out a laugh. It's not a good one.
He sets down the tiny pot of lipstick you'd made on the coffee table. It's in an old carmex pot. You swallow hard.
Goddamnit Ellie.
"I think you know the answer to that question." He mumbles.
You stay quiet.
Joel can't help but note just how red your lips look, and it's not the cold. You were making red lipstick in an apocalypse. At least you'd given Ellie a light color. "Give me it." He holds his hand out. "What?" You ask. "You have that shit on, now give it to me." He seethes. You swallow hard, feeling like you're being scolded like a small child. You dig in your pocket. This time, it's in an actual lipstick tube. He opens it up and looks at it. It's a bright red.
He shakes his head. "I don't understand what's wrong with it." You mumble. "What's wrong with it, is it's stupid. We're living in the goddamn end of the world and you're makin' fucking lipstick." He shakes his head. "Besides that, you've been talkin to Ellie after I told you to stay the hell away from her. Now she's wearing lipstick like some kind of..." He trails off. Making you narrow your eyes. You stand up, your demeanor is challenging to him. "Some kind of what?" You cross your arms. "Go on Joel. Say it."
He stays quiet.
"Like some kind of.. slut?" You tilt your head.
"Yeah. Like some kind of slut." he shakes his head.
You scoff at him. "Ellie approached me and asked me for it. I didn't seek her out. And I'll wear lipstick if I damn well please. You aren't my dad." You roll your eyes. Reaching for the tube in his hand. He pulls it back before you can grab it. "Nah. You're wasting resources making this shit. It's going in the garbage." He's stern.
"Than I'll just make more."
Before your sentence is even finished, he's reaching for you. He pushes you back onto the sofa. A gasp leaves your lips when you hit the sofa with a thud. He closes the distance, hand gripping a handful of your hair and tugging you flush to his face. Lips right by your ear. "You're a stupid girl, you know that." He growls. "Nd I'm gonna make sure you stay away from Ellie." He pushes you back. Letting go of your hair. You feel tears pricking your eyes. You knew Joel Miller could be an asshole but you didn't think he could be like this.
He reaches for the front of his jeans and your eyes go wide.
"Wait! Wait. I'm sorry Joel. I'll stay away from Ellie I swear. I'm sorry." You breathe. "You're gonna be darlin." His voice is deep.
"Take your jeans off." He nods, moving closer. "Joel-"
"Take. Them off." He draws his buck knife out of it's sheath on his waistband. "Or I'll cut 'em off."
You reach slowly for the button on your jeans. Swallowing hard as you unbutton them, praying someone will come by and he will back off of you. The chances of that happening were slim to none. You were pretty much screwed. You clench your eyes shut as you push them down your thighs. Your hands shake as you do, nervous as to what he was going to do. Was he going to kill you and say that an accident had happened?
All over a lipstick.
"Joel.." You look up at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anything would come of it. I was just trying to bring a little bit of humanity back by making them. I swear I won't do it again." You breathe.
He notices now that you had wiped it off with your sleeve.
"No. Put it back on." He throws the tube of lipstick at you and you catch it narrowly.
You gulp, lifting the tube up to your lips. "Why?"
He stays quiet.
He notices the color in the tube is far more red than the color you had on previously. You glide the color onto your lips and Joel thinks about the last time he had seen a woman with red lips like that. She sure as hell wasn't an upstanding citizen, hanging out with Tommy in his younger days. He can feel himself hardening in his jeans, cock pulsing against his thigh where it sat. "Fuck.." He breathes. Reaching down to adjust himself. You take in a deep breath. Realizing what it is that's going on.
He found it attractive.
He closes the distance between the two of you. "Knees. Now." He tugs you forward by your shirt. You run your tongue over your bottom lip. You look up at him.
You wince as your knees hit the ground, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, drinking you in as he tears you apart with his eyes. He glides his fingertips up your throat to the edge of your chin. Tilting you to look up at him further. "You're a bad girl." He breathes, crouching himself down to your level. "If you're good f'me, maybe I'll forget about this. If you're really good... maybe I'll let you keep your fucking lipstick too." He seethes. His breath hot on your face. You wait, seeing if he'll say anymore. "I'll be good." You look up at him. "That's what I thought." He grasps the hem of your shirt. A gasp leaving your lips as he slices right through the fabric with his knife. Once he's got a good cut in the fabric, he grasps it with both hands. He tears it off. "Open your mouth."
You tilt your head up, lips parting slightly. He rests the pad of his thumb on your tongue, gliding it over your tongue and bottom lip. Clearly seeing how it'd feel. He notices the red residue from your lipstick. It eats him alive inside.
He kneels down onto one knee, grasping the lipstick in his hands once more. Making the already small tube look impossibly smaller with his large hands. He pulls the top off. Twisting it up just slightly. Staring at it. Finally, a smile creeps onto his face. He moves forward. "Keep your hands behind your back." He growls. "Don't piss me off." He growls. Lowering his head. He moves closer, and eventually you can feel the tip of the lipstick gliding over your skin. He's clearly writing something on your chest.
You stay completely still. Not wanting to provoke him any further.
Once he finishes, he pulls away. You have a feeling you know what he's written. But your eyes flicker down to see what it is.
'Slut'
You clench your eyes closed. You're humiliated. "This must be embarrassing for ya huh? Must feel pretty fucking stupid that in all of this... you thought a lipstick would make you feel human." He scoffs. "You look like a whore to me. I gotta ask baby, did you do this on purpose cause you knew it'd piss me off? Quick way to get my cock in you?" His lips glide over your cheeks as he says these things, right near your ear. "No." You whisper. "Hm? I don't think I heard you. Speak up."
"No. No I didn't." You look up at him again, eyes watery. "Oh baby. You're not gonna cry are ya?" He taunts. "Save those tears baby, we haven't even gotten fuckin started."
He stands up, knees hurting as he pulls his cock from its confines. Pumping himself. "Get back on the couch. You're not sucking my dick yet." He forces you up. Pushing you onto your back. "Hold your thighs up. I'm not done marking you." He moves forward. You glance to the window, noticing the snow is starting to fall from the sky. He sees what you're looking at, shaking his head with an evil smile on his face. "Looks like you're stuck here with me a while." He laughs.
He uses the lipstick to write more slurs on your body. The bottom of your thighs right before they meet the fat of your ass, your lower stomach just before your mound. Covering you.
Slut. Cumslut. Whore.
Once he feels like he's humiliated you enough, he sets the tube down and moves over you, spreading your legs. "Gonna stretch this pussy out. Gonna show you who owns you, why ya shouldn't run around like a little whore wearing red lipstick."
You cry out as he sinks his cock into the cavern between your legs. Giving you no warning. No time to adjust. It burns as he stretches you. Forcing you up into a mating press. "Maybe I should fill you." He taunts. "Breed this fucking pussy, show Jackson what a slut you've been." He laughs. Seeing tears fill at your water line.
His thrusts are bruising, forcing you back into the couch. You can't stay quiet as he fucks into you. Pounding you. Your thighs shiver under him, and he wants to laugh at how pathetic you are. A slut but can't take a cock? How pathetic.
He moves back, forcing you up onto your knees, moving himself behind you. He forces you back into him, hand on your right shoulder. He slides himself back inside of you again, hearing you cry out. He lifts you up, wrapping his hands around your front, holding you flush against him. His lips are right at your ear, hips still working against yours. He forces your face back, lips connecting with yours. He kisses you hard. He pulls away again and you turn back away from him. "Can feel this little pussy getting so tight on me." He pants. "So fucking good. I need to give ya more credit. Best fuck I've had in a while baby." He hisses. He glides his hands up your front, cupping your breasts with them. He squeezes them lightly, hearing you cry out. "Gonna cum?" He laughs. "You like when I fuck your slutty pussy, hm?" He taunts. "Go on. Cum on my cock darlin." You move forward, a sob leaving your lips as you reach your high. Vision blinding white as he works you through your orgasm.
Your body shakes and you clamp down around him, tighter than he's ever felt anyone on him before, and he almost doesn't pull out.
When he's ridden out your high, he pulls out of you. Forcing you back onto your knees once more. He forces his cock into your mouth. He doesn't let you adjust, starts fucking your throat immediately. You relax your throat, staring up at him. "Fuck.. lookin at me like that. Gonna make me cum." He groans. His eyes widen slightly as you wrap your hands around the backs of his thighs, moving him closer to you. "Fuck." He mumbles, "that's a good girl, good fuckin girl." He pants. His chest heaves hard as he fights off an orgasm. But you don't move away.
"Gonna cum- gonna cum down your fucking throat." He gasps. Wrapping his hands in your hair, holding you down on him. Before he finishes completing, he draws back. Watching the warm ropes of his cum coat your chest where he'd written the first slur. When he's finished, he smiles down at you. The fucking masterpiece he'd created.
He turns back to the window, seeing that the snow had stopped falling. It wasn't going to stick.
"Put your clothes on."
You turn away. Using your ripped shirt to scrub as much lipstick off of your body as possible, his cum too. You return your sweater back on, the one you had taken off when you entered the cabin in the first place. You adjust your jeans and your holster. Hurrying out to your horse before it started snowing again, and you got stuck here for even longer with Joel.
He made sure he had cleaned off all of the lipstick off of himself. He didn't want anyone knowing what had happened.
Joel thought that would be the last he saw of you. He taught you a lesson. To stay away from him and Ellie.
It wasn't until he seen you passing by him as he spoke with Tommy, finding out that you'd be the fill in as his patrol partner a couple weeks later. Making brief eye contact with you. Seeing you stroll past, lips coated in that same red lipstick.
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Star Stationary - Modern!Anakin Skywalker x Reader - Chp. 2
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C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Summary ` Since the Halloween party, you've been kind of down about the brown-haired girl you saw Anakin kiss, but no time to fret. Anakin can't bear to see you sad for long.
!Warnings! Angst. But little fluffy bits here and there
wc ` 1.3k
notes ! this is closely based on characters, Jim and Pam, from a tv show, The Office.
Chapter one
It had been a couple weeks since you and Anakin walked out of the party to deliver him to that beautiful woman in his front seat. As much as you hated to say it, you cried on the way to your car. You only knew him for a bit, but something about him felt special. A type of feeling you never had before. A gut feeling that you two were supposed to meet. Regardless, suck it up and move on. You had better things to do then sulk.
Today was the first time you had even made eye contact with him since then. He had slid some papers over your desk to fax. You looked up, expecting to see one of your other coworkers, but your eyes followed the trail from his silver watch, to his pale blue sleeve, his neatly tucked collar, up to his tanned neck, his tightened jaw, and finally, his beautiful baby blues. It was only a quick glance, but it was as if this was his way of asking to go back to how you were. A small gesture where he says he needs you.
"I um, I need you to fax this for me please." He adjusted his glasses, as you merely nodded, grabbing the papers off your desk. You felt his eyes follow you to the fax machine, and soon his feet followed suit. You stood there, eyes unwavering from the papers and the machine. His remained glued to you, as if he was in a trance.
"Here you go." Your voice was quiet as you handed them back to him. His hand brushed your pointer finger.
"Thank you receptionist." His little joke didn't land. You just stared at him. In his awkward state of embarrassment, he nodded his head and walked back to his desk. You tried not to think much of it, but god how you missed him. Your desk felt empty without your blonde statue to stand in front of it and pester you when you were in a pinch.
Your eyes drifted to his direction often times, and his to yours, but your visions never crossed paths.
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Lunch rolled around after what seemed like ages. You had made yourself comfortable in one of the blue chairs in the break room. Alone. Everyone had already taken their lunch earlier, but you had become so slammed at one point you had almost forgot.
Mid-bite into your sandwich, the door creaked open. A pair of blue eyes briefly met with yours, but you quickly removed contact, focusing back on your lunch.
"Stop doing that."
What the hell? Who did he think he was?
"I beg your pardon?" You finished your bite, turning to meet his eyes again.
"Don't play dumb. You know what I mean. I don't mean to come off rude..." His confident demeanor faltered for a second at the thought of hurting your feelings.
"Anakin don't-"
"Don't what? Ask my friend what's going on?" Friend. God, you had newfound hatred for that word and everything it meant.
"Nothing's wrong..." He had made his way to your table, scooting a chair out and plopping himself down across from you, leaning on his forearms.
"You know I can tell when your lying." You let out a fake laugh.
"Listen I've been there before... let me help you." Your eyes bulged. What was he talking about? Help you? Surely, he was out of his mind. You kept your mouth shut, chewing, waiting to hopefully hear more of his proposition. "Moving to a new place is hard. Having no one to talk to... let me help get you out there!" You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Padme has this friend-"
"I'm good." Padme. That name would ring in your ears the rest of the week. Hell, maybe even month. Your stomach twisted and curled at her name, completely making yourself blind to Anakin's pleas. You couldn't help but curse yourself for picturing yourself in her place. She had done nothing wrong, and you weren't that type of person.
After much consideration, you put the last bite of your sandwich down. "I'm sorry Anakin. You're right. I shouldn't have been such an ass." Both of you laugh and smile. As you walk to the door, Anakin opens it for you, guiding you through with his hand on the small of your back.
You cursed yourself for how it made you feel. But did you have a choice?
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The clock ticked, 20 minutes till 5. Thank God. Your's and Anakin's playful antics resumed to a degree. Passing each other silly notes, sarcastic emails, and of course customer gossip.
RING!!!
The company phone pulled you out of your daydreams. You answered greeting them politely and offering your standard help. A feminine voice answered on the other side. She asked to be directed to Anakin.
"Of course, one second please!" Your smiley voice faded as you put the phone down and redirected her call. "Anakin, hey, line three!" You held up your three fingers and whisper yelled to him.
He shook his head, nodded, and smiled.
You genuinely weren't trying to be in his business, but his "business" client was beginning to sound like a very personal conversation. Anakin held his head low, and kept his voice down. You could pick up small bits of his sentences. He wasn't happy.
"I blocked you for a reason- Padme- please- I don't want to talk right now- stop it- c'mon" His low voice hummed under the white noise of the office.
After minutes, his telephone slammed back down in its place. The whole office jumped, looking over at Anakin who gently raised his hands, apologizing quickly, reassuring everyone.
After minutes of rubbing his temples, his eyes followed you as you grabbed your coat off the rack. Several other people were making their way to the exit. It was five and no one was in the mood to stay longer. You couldn't blame 'em. This white light was mind numbing.
After a moment of grabbing your belongings, it was just you and him.
"Hey," His voice called out to you. You turned to meet him. "here's that guy's number." Not quite the romantic confession you were dreaming of, but it was whatever. He handed you a sticky note with Padme's friend's name and number. He really meant the best. You couldn't be mad.
"Thanks.."
"Don't thank me." He smiled coming up to you, towering over you. He looked at you almost as if he was asking permission for something. You looked at him quizzically. His hands guided themselves to your coat, buttoning the first two top ones. "It's cold out y'know."
You knew, but he just made you feel warm inside.
"Cmon let's go." He stuck his arm out, offering it to guide you out. You playfully smacked him and walked in front of him, making your way to the elevator first. You quickly tried to get the door to close, but he stuck his hand through, triggering the sensors just in time.
He moved into the small space, parading his body weight over you, backing you into a corner, pretending you weren't there. "Anakin!" You said muffled.
"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there." He moved to the side, smiling as he took your light hits to his arm with ease. The rest of the elevator ride was spent with silent smiles, and muffled laughs, the kind of laughter only the two involved would understand.
Ding!
The doors opened, revealing the lobby to you and Anakin. Once again, he raced ahead of you to hold the door open, guiding you out the way.
You made your way to your car, and he had followed, opening the door for you. After you ducked your way inside, he gestured for you to turn and take your feet out of the door side so he could close it. "Drive safe alright?" He whispered, tapping the top of your vehicle.
"Yes sir." You chuckled, looking down. He just smiled in response, gently closing the door as he waved.
notes: THIS TOOK FOREVER I AM SO SORRY, FINALS AND STUFF ARE CRAZY. I am trying so hard to write because it is fulfilling, and I love communicating with everyone, but it has been stressful and I've barely found time. I promise I'll try and get better about it, just have a lot on my plate, (trust, I will eat tho). Sorry this one is a lot shorter, I just don't want to add onto a chapter if it doesn't feel fitting y'know.?Regardless, thank you so much for being patient with meee. I hope you enjoyed!
tags ` @darthgloris , @queenie-official , @bby-imasociopath , @mxltifxnd0m , @jayrami3 , @robertsmithclone , @brainscabs , @bimbo-baggins86 , @t8lzw
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jmdbjk · 4 months
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Looking back and forward.
2023 was one for the books.
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It is Thursday, Dec. 7 where I am... Friday, Dec. 8 in Korea.
It is the last Friday for Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook to be civilians. This is their last weekend to spend in their homes, at the company to work, running along the river, doing boxing workouts, ordering delivery food, loving on their dogs, doing the things they've been doing the last over ten years. It will be about 100 days until they get time off and can maybe spend some time back at home.
They are tying up loose ends, getting their shit together, preparing to put their lives on hold.
They will return to us in mid-June 2025.
I've watched their last group live several times after the english subs were up. There were a lot of things I saw and I have a lot of mixed emotions about it all.
None of us know these men, we are observers and all we know is what they choose to show us. Unfortunately, they can't control every single thing and people and the media insist on prying and publishing images and things about them that lead to unconfirmed rumors and misinformation.
In the approximately 38 minutes they shared with us, they conveyed that they are getting ready to go, they seemed in positive spirits. They conveyed that they were still working on things for us (except Jungkook).
They said there was A LOT of content coming, so much... they've NEVER ever reassured us like this before.
They asked fans to NOT show up at the induction site out of respect for the other men and their families also entering the military those days. They explicitly said "we are their face and to do them proud."
During this live, I saw Tae being the fantastically funny guy that he is. Tae was alight with excitement. He was anxious to learn from his fellow soldiers. He is a flower waiting to bloom. And seeing his friendship with Jimin maturing, flourishing, same age friends forever was wonderful.
And Namjoon trying to keep up with the crazy shenanigans of the maknae line. Trying to be the voice of reason: "it'll go by quick, we've left a lot of content. Jin will be back soon. We'll all get strong." But there seemed to be a bit of push and pull between he and Jimin... it was interesting. But he was lighthearted, positive, going into with an open mind. Get in, get out, get back to work.
Jimin, Jimin, Jimin... There was a bit of resignation wrapped up in Jimin's positivity. He wouldn't agree that it would go by fast and he didn't want to show himself with the buzz cut. I wanted to reach through the screen and hold his hand and reassure him we'd be here waiting and that we know it's hard to leave everything right now to do this. This man lives to do work on his passion. He's already had to stop once. Now he has to do it again. I think he is going into his MS kicking and screaming because he does not want to leave his youth behind. It is unfinished.
He said he had been sick. He coughed, sneezed and sniffled the entire live. I hope all of these symptoms have disappeared by Monday/Tuesday. I remember his friend Sungwoon had to delay his enlistment date because he tested positive for covid. Please don't let that happen to any of our four.
During this last group live, I saw a Jungkook that I'd never seen before. His vibe was so in tune to Jimin. I know he's been that way since... 2017? 2018? But this was so in your face I was dumbfounded. Jungkook constantly soothing Jiminie. The things they probably talked about while they were in Japan a few weeks ago, man, to be a fly on the wall.
ALL of those lives he did this past year flashed through my head, how unhinged he was the first few months, falling asleep drunk with the candle, calling out stalkers. ALL those times WE said he was missing Jimin because he was begging him to come eat chicken and drink beer, or come do a boxing workout, or better yet, "let me come over and we can shower together..." No... I meant to say: he can go over to Jimin's and wash up and do a live together. Yes, that's what he said. Beggged him. Tried to use Army as leverage. And all we got was Jimin saying he "can handle it" and "you know how my personality is"...
Jungkook watching all that Jimin content... something happened, some decision was made early in the year. Jungkook embraced it and ran with it.
And to know they are going into the service together, it still has me astonished but it all makes sense now. Y'all... they knew they were going to do this wayyyyyy back, not just in August or September when they applied. Jungkook said back in February (before someone lit a fire under his butt in March to start working on music) that he had to take care of his body for the next year. This has been the plan and Jungkook said "no worries, I got this."
2023 was A LOT.
Jimin, Face: the melodies poured out (as they seem to be free-flowing from him at any given moment) but he had to pry those lyrics out of himself. Jimin achieved a #1 BBHot100. And yes, it appears there were not just one, but TWO of those blasted cakes. I didn't know much about PDogg before Jimin's documentary but now I know how much he supported Jimin during this process.
Yoongi, D-Day: I got to see Yoongi in real life. That weekend flew by for me. One of the best weekends ever. As soon as the concert was over I said out loud, I need to see all seven on that stage. His concert tour filled a void for us. We needed that so bad after last year's gut-wrenching news that there would be no tour. And now he's fulfilling his social service. Let him serve quietly with dignity.
Hobi, Military: after tearfully sending him off, what we hear now is he's cracking the whip, though ever-so empathetically (not to be confused with emphatically) over those new enlistees every day. I need to see his boom chakalaka marching drills. Jimin said when he visited Hobi, he wasn't greeted with his ebullient "Jaman!" but more of a lowkey "oh, you're here."
Jungkook, his solo songs and album: Jungkookie chose to go the route of choosing songs that resonated with him. Over the course of years, Kookie has always shared songs with us. We used to love his song recs and his covers of very poignant songs. He KILLED those songs with his vocals. He did what HE wanted to do. And look how well he did with it, also a #1 BBHot100.
Taehyung, Layover: again, Taehyung did what he wanted to do. Not on his album, but Taehyung singing along with Karen Carpenter was never on my bingo card, ever! (a clip on his Instagram stories where he was singing along to "Close to You")
RM, we kept wondering: why isn't he enlisted yet? Someone had to wrangle the maknae. Not that he ever did that this past year. He cut himself over his left eye and had to get stitches... that's gonna leave a scar. Good thing there are 40 bajillion plastic surgeons in Seoul...
Jin is coming. The Head of Ministry of the Military making the decision that no celeb will be doing anything special, instead they will serve just like regular civilians. Sergeant Kim Seokjin will become civilian Jin of BTS on June 12, 2024.
Their constant looking forward to 2025
Skipping over 2024 for the moment...
BTS has to evolve. They must evolve. They are not going to be a 30 something year old K-pop boy band. Some groups might be stuck but BTS will not stay stagnant, they never have. They have to step forward out of that niche and they have been trying to do that incrementally for a while now. They’ve taken us in baby steps already through chapter 2, and Joon said the REAL chapter 2 will begin when they are back from fulfilling their service.
What will they be like? Will they reinvent themselves? Perhaps, but not overnight. I don’t see any sort of extreme makeover for BTS once they come back together. I do see them addressing more mature topics (as we’ve seen), I do hope we see songwriting from all members.
They don't need to abandon their Korean-ness in order to accomplish this. There is nothing stopping them from being a mainstream artist who just happens to be from Korea and who release songs that are in Korean.
I think the accomplishments that Jungkook achieved will continue to pull BTS out of the K-pop realm and into the main stream Pop music realm. They worked that western market. They got pushback, especially western industry institutions: Billboard and the Grammys. And they learned.
Progress is slow but progress nevertheless. They will cross over to general pop one way or the other. They are not going to stay in the kpop box in the future. Straddle both at the same time. They can do it.
For 2024:
I think comeback/HYYH 10th anniversary reboot is already in the works and has been.
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I think PDogg will be working on the songs over the next year. I think they have recorded all this year.
I think when Jin and Hobi get back, they might record their parts. I also am pretty sure we'll see a full-bodied solo effort from Jin and more from Hobi. I think we'll get a ramp up to his discharge with some Hope on the Street content that he recorded before he enlisted.
I think we'll slowly see wheels start turning to get the machine going again much sooner than we imagined.
I think what we see next year will all be primed to pre-promote and whip up the excitement for 2025.
I just feel strongly that Bang PD would NOT have mentioned that specific thing and we would not be hearing the members constantly saying 2025. And especially saying 2025 is not that far in the future and that they are looking forward to the incredible synergy the group will have when they get back together. They've got a lot of work done already. They know already.
They said there is A LOT coming to us.
In about two weeks BTS: Beyond the Star docu-series will begin.
We know we're getting some sort of Jimin and Jungkook traveling content, whether a series or not...I'm leaning toward it being a multi-episode series. Camping? Drinking? Breweries? Beaches? Boating or sailing or both but separate? Fishing? Snow sports? They said it was fun.
We will see activity around all the solo album anniversaries. We still have an RM documentary, a Taehyung documentary and a Jungkook documentary. I bet the latter two will come out towards the end of 2024.
We might have Tae acting, we know he'll be in an IU MV soon.
About aging bangtan ...
Remember when we said this is Bangtan in 20 years?
I joke about it but seriously they are aware that things will be different as they evolve and age as people and as artists.
There are new groups debuting all the time and BTS is aging out of a certain demographic (as they should).
Yoongi saying "cruise with BTS" would be the best case scenario for their future.
I would love to be on that cruise if it ever happens.
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seventeenpins · 5 months
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give 'em a show
pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
word count: 1.5k
summary: Joel watches you as you dance with a stranger in the bar. It goes a little too far, and Joel makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. (Literally just smut.)
warnings: established monogamous-ish relationship, exhibitionism/public sex, jealousy, somewhat insecure joel, both asshole!joel and soft!joel, joel miller is an ass man, no implied age gap, smidge of ass play, possessive behavior, choking, derogatory language, didn't mean to make it sweet but it kinda ended up that way WHOOPS
a/n: first, not to self promote too much but pls check out this Joel/nb!oc series i've just started set in an 1870s outbreak au, i'm really excited about where it's gonna go!!! last night i drank a bottle of wine, woke up this morning and found this in my drafts. needed a bit of editing, but here u go~ this fic is dedicated to the incredible couple I saw about five years ago, both wearing cowboy hats whilst fucking, bent over their pickup truck, just outside of a cowboy bar. and I'm not saying Joel's wearing a cowboy hat, but I'm not saying he's not.
The room was vibrating, the bass of the music buzzing up your legs. It was dark and the flashing lights were near-blinding, but despite the hindrance, you could feel Joel's eyes on you all night. He watched, unmoving, never missing a single beat.
But when you felt the stranger's hard cock against your ass as you ground against him, you knew you'd crossed a line.
Only a moment and barely a blink later, you could hear his low warning, "You wanna keep your hands? Better keep them off my woman," and the man you'd been dancing with slunk away barely a moment later.
"You think you're cute?" he asked, tone dangerous, whispered in your ear.
"No, Joel, I-"
"You think this is a fuckin' game?"
It was a game, but this was part of the rules.
Mostly.
The shake of his voice betrayed his thinly-veiled intensity.
You did let that guy rub up on you, and you'd never let it get that far before.
Fuck.
"You really think I'm gonna watch you let some asshole put his hands all over you?" he asked. You hadn't anticipated this level of reaction, and you could feel yourself getting wet.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"I'm the only one who gets to fuckin' touch you, baby,"
"Yes, Joel, you-"
"You wanna let me make you feel good," he said, and then glared over towards the man you were dancing with, "Or do you wanna go home with that guy?"
"Always with you, Joel, only want you."
"Fuckin' right," he growled, and then pulled you in by the waist. Let his hands wander, grazing across the swell of your breast, the small of your waist and then grabbing your ass, staking his claim. "We're getting out of here."
You could barely keep your hands off one another as you stumbled over to Joel's pickup, and when you got there, Joel began pressing incongruously gentle kisses on you. From that sweet spot just behind your ear, down your throat and then your collarbone, he sent you spiralling into soft, hazy dizziness.
Then, cruelly, he pulled away and started fumbling with his keys, searching out the right one to unlock his truck.
"No!," you shouted, and you both nearly jumped, startled at the unexpected urgency of your voice.
"No," you said again, quieter. He dropped his hands and looked at you a moment before you continued. "No, don't wanna wait that long. Don't care if we get out of here. Need you to fuck me. In the truck, on the truck, I don't fucking care. Just need you, Joel."
He stared at you, barely blinking, studying your face. You were lost in his eyes, pupils blown wide but catching the moonlight perfectly.
"Dirty girl," he breathed, "I got you," and then he was pressing you forward to lean against the truck. You let out a moan when he folded you over, and whimpered when he pulled up your skirt.
He can't stop touching you, like his hands are being compelled to run all along your body as if by magnetic pull. His touch is constantly changing, one moment it's feather-light, the next moment he's grabbing and scratching at your flesh, and it all feels exquisite.
You're overwhelmed by sensation, lost in the way Joel works his hands over you. Grabbing at your flesh, dragging his nails along your sides, calloused fingertips catching against the smooth skin of your ass as he rubs circles against your skin.
Then, he's stroking your jaw, prying open your lips, pressing his thumb into your mouth.
"Get it nice and wet, baby," he soothed, and then, "Christ," he groaned as you laved your tongue around the digit, collecting your spit, a string of saliva hanging between your lips and his thumb as he pulled his thumb out.
"Gonna fuck you good, baby, show everyone here who you belong to. That's what you want, huh?"
You whimpered in response, which earned you a smack to the ass. "Words, honey," he hissed, and you nodded.
"Yes, baby, that's what I want."
"Damn right."
He pulls your panties down, leaving your ass completely bare in the midnight air.
Then he's spreading your ass cheeks apart and stroking his glistening thumb between your folds. The added slick mixed with your arousal makes for the most delicious glide as he presses his thumb inside you and then withdraws it, replacing it with two fingers.
It's rough, verging on brutal, but any pain is overwhelmed by pleasure and within moments you're already a shaking mess.
"We're gonna let everyone here see just how well you take this cock, ain't we?"
You love when he talks to you like this, uses you like this. You whine an affirmation and you can feel his hard cock, his need, pressed up against you through his jeans, and he doesn't seem too worried about words anymore.
"You want me to fill you up good, huh? Fuckin' slut you are." He gripped your hips, guiding your bare ass to rub against his bulge. Then, he released you and you could hear the unbuckling of his belt, the pull of his zipper.
He pressed the head of his cock up against your drooling pussy, notching the head between your folds.
"Put on a show for me, baby," he growled, and slid into you in one slow thrust.
Your tits were pressed up against the pickup's hood, cold even through your top, and Joel's hands were like a fire on your body, hot and wonderful, freely wandering across your goose-bumped flesh.
As he starts to speed up and fuck you in earnest, his thumb glides down the cleft of your ass and starts to press against your tight muscle.
You hiss out a "yes", a stilted affirmation, and he pulls away the thumb for just a moment, popping it in his mouth, getting it wet again, and then pressing it into you.
You rut up against the intrusion, feeling him push further into your ass, his thrusts growing faster and harder. He doesn't fuck you with his digit, just lets it sit there, pressing into you. You know that if there wasn't the possibility of an audience, he'd probably be eating out your ass right now.
That's a step too far, something he reserves for him and only for him. Loves the way he can make you come just from fucking your ass.
He fucks you rough and steady, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. Your legs start to buckle, sensation of being so completely filled starting to tip you over the edge.
You think you hear a wolf whistle from the distance.
"Attagirl," Joel praises, "Puttin' on a real nice show, huh? Takin' this cock so good. Sounds like we've got company, baby. Doin' such a good job."
"I love it-" you breathe, "They know I'm yours. All yours, every bit of me-"
"Damn right," he growls, "Fillin' you up real full."
"Joel," you sob, "I'm gonna come, gonna come on your cock, please, please, can I?"
His wandering hand leaves your breast tragically untouched, but wraps around your throat, giving you one more perfect, dizzying piece of sensation.
"Come on this dick, baby," he urges, "Come on, come for me," and every bit of you that was holding out comes undone.
Your body convulses, pussy creaming around his thick cock, aftershocks of your orgasm pulsing and drawing out a low, deep groan from Joel as he holds you steady and works you through it.
Then he pulls out of you abruptly, the sudden emptiness shocking, until you can feel him pumping himself a couple of times before releasing his spend all over your ass.
The next few moments are a blur. He wipes up his cum with your panties and pockets them, then pulls your skirt back up. Zips up his jeans. Straightens your top. Unlocks the truck and helps you in.
Before you know it, you're buckled and he's leaning towards you, brushing a strand of hair back behind your ear.
He kisses you, soft and deep, his tongue gentle as it runs over your bottom lip, gently biting and nipping at you.
"Baby," he says, and you're thrown by the strain in his voice, "You know, if you ever-"
You frown as he struggles to find his words.
"If I'm ever- not enough. Not enough for you," he swallows, "I just-"
"No, Joel," you shake your head, "Not at all."
"I'm just sayin'. If I'm ever not enough for you, I don't want you to feel-" he shook his head, "Tethered to me."
"Never," you smile, and the way his face lights up just a little is enough to make you melt. "I'm glad to be yours. I want to be yours. Only yours."
You kiss him again, feeling him yield, surrender into your embrace.
"You're it for me, baby," you tell him, and it's true.
You see him smile, resting back into a semblance of comfort, of confidence.
As he drives you both home, you relax into the familiar rhythm of it.
You can still feel the stickiness of his cum on your skin and cherished it, a not-so-secret offering between the two of you. He's yours and you're his.
And you'll show him. Every day.
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“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."
i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.
(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings
One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.
God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea
["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.
Familiar Gravity by cmere
“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.
Am I the Asshole? by everwitch
AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.
Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy
To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.
A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor
It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.
this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy
It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.
Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold
Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.
Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel
“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)
Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce
Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.
thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du
“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.
you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)
Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU
Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515
"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.
every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme
“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.
The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte
This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.
The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose
Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz ([email protected]) From: Natasha Wallace ([email protected]) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash
lying in the low light by smc_27
The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.
what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove
'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.
Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays
Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.
—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.
As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles
So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.
We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells
Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?
where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained
Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.
We'll Invite Something In by smc_27
Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.
Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis
“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.
behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis
Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.
The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses
Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.
we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland
Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.
words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer
So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.
The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)
When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”
come and get me by rizcriz
The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.
Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge
"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.
idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.
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lucybronzey · 5 months
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Lucy Bronze x Aussie reader don't mined mabye they have a kid together and reader put the kid in a aussie top and shows lucy and the lioness. Don't mind. Thank you 😊
the matildas' littlest fan - lucy bronze
pairing: lucy bronze x fem!reader warnings: none
author’s note: so sorry if it’s something you expected! i used to learn aussie slang when i was a massive 5sos fan but i have forgotten it but hopefully it’s readable 🩷
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The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the coastal city of Sydney. In a cosy apartment overlooking the beach, Y/N was preparing dinner for her family. She had always been a passionate fan of women's football and the highlight of her day was watching her favourite player, Lucy Bronze, in action. Little did she know that her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
As Y/N stirred a pot of bubbling spaghetti sauce, her partner Lucy emerged from their living room, cradling their eleven-month-old son, Finn, in her arms. Lucy had a smile that could light up the room, her striking green eyes shimmering with happiness. She gently passed Finn to Y/N and her heart swelled with love as she held her precious son.
"Hey there, my lovely bubby," Y/N cooed, planting a gentle kiss on his tiny forehead. "Did Mummy wear you out today?"
Lucy chuckled and joined Y/N at the kitchen island.
"He can be a handful, that's for sure. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Y/N and Lucy had met during the Women's World Cup a few years ago. Y/N was a dedicated fan of the Matildas, and Lucy, a star of the England national team, had instantly caught her eye. Fate had brought them together when they crossed paths at a post-match celebration. Sparks flew, and the rest, as they say, was history.
Over time, their love deepened and they decided to start a family. They had chosen to settle down in Australia, blending their two worlds together in a beautiful way. Y/N was thrilled to have Lucy and Finn by her side every day.
As dinner simmered on the stove, Y/N placed Finn in his high chair and fastened the Matildas bib around his chubby neck. She couldn't help but marvel at how much he resembled his mother, with his blond hair and big blue eyes. As she spoon-fed him his pureed vegetables, she couldn't help but dream about the future.
"You know, Lucy," Y/N began, "I can't wait to take Finn to his first Matildas match. I want him to grow up knowing how amazing ladies are and how they can shape the future. We need to teach him from an early age."
Lucy's eyes sparkled with pride and she leaned over to plant a loving kiss on Y/N's cheek.
"That sounds perfect, Y/N. I can't wait to see our little guy in Matildas gear, cheering for you and your team. Obviously, we are not forgetting the Lionesses kit when we are playing against some other team."
Y/N grinned and gently wiped Finn's mouth. "I've got something I think you will like too," she said mysteriously, reaching under the kitchen island and pulling out another Matildas shirt she had kept away from Lucy, for a banter.
Lucy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Where did you find that?"
Y/N explained that she had ordered it online, secretly planning to surprise Lucy with it. She had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it seemed like now was the right time.
Lucy held the shirt in her hands, her fingers tracing the Matildas logo. She was touched by Y/N's thoughtful gesture.
"This is incredible and hilarious at the same time, my love. Finn will look properly handsome in this!"
Y/N chuckled. "I thought it might be a nice way to introduce him to his Aussie heritage. And maybe, just maybe, we can convince some of the Lionesses to come watch a Matildas game with us."
Lucy's face lit up with excitement. "That would be brilliant! I can't wait to share that experience with our little family."
As dinner wound down, Finn grew sleepy and Y/N took him to his nursery for bedtime. Lucy watched them go with a contented smile, realizing that she had found her forever home with Y/N and Finn.
In the dimly lit nursery, Y/N rocked Finn gently, singing a lullaby. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Finn's tiny hand clutched onto her finger and she knew that, no matter what, their love would continue to grow and flourish.
Back in the living room, Lucy gazed out of the window at the shimmering ocean, lost in her own thoughts. She had never imagined that her journey would lead her to this beautiful corner of the world, where love and family had become the most precious things in her life.
With a heart full of love and anticipation, Lucy knew that the adventure of raising Finn with Y/N was only just beginning. Together, they would create countless memories, share their love for football and celebrate the unity of their two worlds. And in that moment, as the sun set over the Sydney skyline, she couldn't have asked for anything more.
As weeks turned into months, Lucy and Y/N continued to nurture their son, watching him grow and discover the world around him. Finn was an adorable bundle of curiosity, his bright eyes full of wonder at every new experience. He would gurgle and giggle as he watched his parents play football in the backyard, inspiring dreams of his own future on the pitch.
One evening, as the family gathered around the television to watch a Matildas match, Lucy couldn't help but think about their plans to attend a live game. The Matildas were scheduled to play an important friendly match against the USA Women's National Team and it was the perfect opportunity for Finn to experience the excitement of the stadium.
Y/N had managed to secure tickets and the anticipation was building. They knew that the match would be a spectacle, a showcase of top-tier women's football talent. And to make it even more special, Y/N had heard that some of the Lionesses were in Australia during their break from the international calendar.
The day of the match finally arrived, and the family couldn't contain their excitement. They dressed Finn in his Matildas shirt and he looked utterly adorable, a tiny supporter of the Australian team. With a Matildas flag in hand, Y/N, Lucy and little Finn made their way to the stadium, joining the sea of green and gold-clad fans.
The atmosphere was electric, with fans from both sides passionately cheering on their respective teams. The Matildas played brilliantly, showcasing their skills and determination. Although Finn did not understand a thing, Lucy and Y/N were seeing Finn's emotions being captivated by the action on the pitch, his eyes following the players' moves.
During halftime, as Y/N took Finn to the concourse for a quick diaper change, they crossed paths with a few familiar faces. It was a group of Lionesses - Leah Williamson, Jordan Nobbs and Keira Walsh - who were enjoying the game as spectators. Lucy recognised them from her time with the England national team and she couldn't resist striking up a conversation.
"Luce, you absolute silly sausage!" Leah exclaimed with a smile. "Glad to see you here! I see you have brought the whole fam here? Little Finn and of course, the gorgeous Y/N!"
Lucy beamed with pride as she introduced Finn to her former teammates. "Yes, haha - we have our little own Matildas supporter. group here as you all know and remember that Y/N is born and bred here. We couldn't miss this match and it's a fantastic opportunity for FInn to experience the excitement of women's football from such a young age."
The Lionesses were delighted to meet Finn and hugged Lucy and Y/N. They chatted about the game, exchanged stories and posed for photos with Finn, making it a memorable experience for the young family.
When they returned to their seats for the second half, Lucy couldn't help but feel the warmth of the football community and the unity that transcended borders. They watched the remainder of the match, filled with a renewed appreciation for the sport they loved.
As the final whistle blew, and the Matildas celebrated their victory, Finn clapped his tiny hands, as if he knew that he had just witnessed something special. Lucy and Y/N shared a look of joy and gratitude, knowing that they were creating a lifetime of memories for their son and cementing his love for the beautiful game.
And in that moment, with the cheers of the crowd ringing in their ears, Lucy and Y/N couldn't have asked for anything more. Their journey as a family, built on love, football and unity, was just beginning and they couldn't wait to see where it would take them next.
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no1konigfan · 1 year
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Task force 141+König when they are horny
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Captain Price
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-Really depends on how horny he is
-But he's pretty casual about it
-I mean,he's a middle aged man with a very hard job, he don't have time to fuck around
-He won't say he's horny though
-He believes in"actions speaks louder"
-It usually happens when you two are watching a movie while cuddling,but deep down both of you know he does not watch the movie
-With one hand he caresses your hair while the other one makes its' way down on your body
-You feel the shivers go up and down your spine caused by his warm hands
-The hand in your hair suddenly disappears and is now gripping your chin to look up at him as he's inviting you in a slow sensual kiss
Soap
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-It's really not hard to tell when he's horny
-He doesn't say it with words but his actions are clear
-He kisses you more than usually and his hands do not leave your body, not even for a minute
-But he will wait until you make the first move to have sex
-Which can be pretty annoying for the both of you
-For you,because he's a grown man,living together with his girlfriend,if he want to have sex ,he just has to say it
-For him,because you make sure to not make the first move
-You will drag his little game out till he can,which is usually 2 to 5 days
-But in those 5 days he suffers
-You two will go to bed with him kissing you goodnight,saying he loves you,but you can always hear him whisper"you witch" under his nose,making you chuckle
Ghost
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-He doesn't say it
-He doesn't show it
-Neither of you know why but he just doesn't
-He will just say"Fucking hell,you have no idea how much i've been waiting to do this" as he's slinding into you
-One time you told him it makes you feel bad that he doesn't say these things and from then on,sex was a daily activity
Gaz
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-It's unusual for Gaz to be an attention seeker
-But he just can't help it
-He wants ALL your attention
-And god forbid you giving your attention to anything else
-He will stare at you so much it starts to feel like he's burning a hole in you
-And then the rope breaks and the next thing you notice is him prying your shirt off you while kissing your neck
Alejandro
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-He makes sure to let you know it
-He got home from a mission and just woke up to the smell of pancakes
-He made his way in the kitchen seeing you in his black shirt and nothing else
-With two slow steps he was just in the right distance to hug you from behind making you feel his already hard member pressing to your back
-He lowers his head next to your ear and whispers all sorts of knee buckling things
-The way his rough,hoarse voice speaking to you in spanish was all it took to get your penties wet.And he knew it,and used it everytime
-Even when he's extremely horny,he makes the sex all about you
-That's what gets him off
-Seeing the pleasure on your face
König
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-Now there is two sides to a coin
-On one side this man will do so many romantic things when he's horny
-He takes you to picnic in a forest for lunch
-He makes your favourite food for dinner with candles on the table and tells you to put on a beautiful dress
-Spoils you
-But the other time oh god
-He's just so needy he can't wait another minute
-The moment he sees you in his shirt he looses it
-He grabs your waist,pushes you against the nearest surface and before you even notice your clothes are gone
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once-upon-a-thigh · 2 years
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Breaststroke, breast...stroke
Summary: Wanda takes a special interest in her kids' swim teacher. Kinda AU
Pairing: Switch! Wanda Maximoff X Switch! Fem Reader
Class: Oneshot: smut
Warnings: mommy kink, public sex, pool sex, fingering (r giving and receiving), oral (r giving), strap on sex (r receiving) age gap (milf wanda and collage-age reader), tiny bit of degradation.
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"Okay kids that's it for today!" I yelled across the pool, hands cupping my mouth.
Being on summer break from collage, I have taken up working at the Westview community pool. I mostly just work as a life guard, however lately I've been taking over a couple swim classes in order to get some extra cash (being broke and all).
"Wait! Please please please can we have a race first y/n?" Tommy, one of the kids I teach, gripped on to the edge of the pool and gave me the widest puppy dog eyes possible.
"Oh come on Tommy, you're just asking because you know you'll win!" His twin, Billy, rolled his eyes and paddled to the edge.
I laughed. "How about we have a race at the end of the lesson next week?" I proposed, leaning down so that I am more on their level. The group of kids gave an exhausted cheer, before making their way out of the pool and towards their parents who awaited with towels held open.
Whilst packing away the floats and hoops into a box that we used during the lesson, I sneakily watched out of the corner of my eye as Billy and Tommy approached their mom. She grabbed them in one towel, huddling them close to her as she smothered their faces in kisses. The boys grimaced and attempted to push away from each other, which only caused Miss Maximoff to cackle and squeeze them closer. I couldn't help the smile that rose on my face, her husband left her quite recently and yet she is still such a great mom.
Practically everyone in our small town knew about their split, news travels fast around here. Most people were upset, Wanda and Vision had seemed like the perfect couple, both being incredibly kind to others and each other. Well, seemingly. I on the other hand, was relieved. I know, I'm so terrible, but I can't help it. Wanda Maximoff is just so perfect, and now I actually have a chance. My friends think I'm crazy for pursuing her given the age gap and the fact she has kids, but they haven't witnessed the chemistry in our interactions.
"You're staring again y/n y/l/n." My best friend, Yelena, approached me. I was so excited when she suggested the idea of us getting jobs at the same place, now I realise it's just more time for her to be a pain in my ass.
"You're using my full name again Yelena Belova." I rolled my eyes, grabbing the whistle from her and making my way to my backpack so I can take out my red uniform shirt and red shorts.
"You're delusional." She followed me, picking at her nails as I put the clothes over my one piece.
I turn to her, giving her a sarcastic look with a tilt of my head. "And you're an asshole. Why are you still here anyway? I'm taking over your shift, go away."
She gave me a playful shove. "I'm just here to observe public swim."
"Perv." I scoffed.
"Not like that! It's just I heard a certain someone telling her friends that she planned to stay." She smirked, nudging her head in the redheads direction.
Low and behold, Wanda's ex-husband had showed up for an exchange with the kids. I watched as they both ran to his car with grins on their faces, and Wanda observed with a gentle smile. At least they're on good terms. She then walked to one of the sunbeds, setting a beach bag on the ground and - oh my god.
My jaw dropped as she lifted her sundress, revealing a red one piece that hugged her curves tightly, flaunting her cleavage in a low v-shaped neckline. I was practically drooling as my eyes ran up her soft legs, I couldn't help but imagine how they they would flex if they were tightened around my head whilst I-
"Hey! She's looking at you weirdo!" Yelena elbowed me with a fake toothy grin, aggressively whispering without actually moving her lips. With wide eyes at the realisation of what Yelena just said, my eyes met hers. Her eyes were piercing, slightly narrowed in a sultry gaze. There was a quirk at the corner of her full lips, almost as if she was giving me a teasing smirk.
Waking up from my daydream, I chuckled nervously and gave her a slight wave whilst scratching at the back of my neck with the other. She wiggled her fingers back at me, giving me a discreet wink. Delusional my ass...
"Huh." Yelena shrugged, giving no time to explain whatever conclusion she just came to about that interaction. "Call it, I'm going to work on my tan."
As she walked off, I lifted the whistle from around my neck up to my lips and gave it a blow. "Pool's open!" I yelled, climbing up into the life guard chair as members of the public that had been waiting to use the pool began to climb in.
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For the next few hours, I did my jobs as I was supposed to. I did my rounds, blew my whistle when people broke the rules, and kept watch over everyone in the pool, ready to dive in at the first sign of trouble. However, that did not stop my watchful eye from drifting towards the sunbathing redhead. She hadn't used the pool yet, despite it closing in an hour. Not that I mind, I could watch her lie there all day and never get bored. But, I would be disappointed if she doesn't get in now that it's quiet and I can join in on the swimming. Then, I might finally be able to make my move, as Yelena had been suggesting I do with her not-so-subtle hip thrusts as she was passing Wanda to go home not too long ago.
Taking a glance at the time on my phone, I decided if I wanted to cool off in the pool at all today it had to be now. It was almost time to close and there was only a couple adults left, Wanda included. Stepping down the ladder and stripping out of my uniform, I made my way into the pool, sighing and closing my eyes as my slightly burnt shoulders were soothed in the cool water.
I heard the water to the right of me being disturbed and opened my eyes to see Wanda coming back out of the water, having just jumped in. I watched mesmerised as she slicked her hair back, drops still rolling down her supple cheeks. I could feel my own blushing at the sight. Brushing off my nerves, I decided now was the time to make my move.
I let out a low whistle, not needing the device around my neck, and looked her up and down with a smirk. "No diving Miss Maximoff."
She replied with a cheeky smile, "oh come on y/n, can't make an exception for the mother of your favourite students?"
"I don't have favourite students." I smiled back, leaning my elbow up against the edge of the pool so I can face her fully.
"Hm, what about favourite parents." She leaned forward a bit, just a few inches away from my face. I couldn't help but gulp as I watched her tongue brush over her bottom lip.
"Well that wouldn't be fair to the other parents now would it?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh so I am your favourite?" She grinned, before moving back teasingly and swimming away in a breaststroke. Hah, breast stroke, more like breasts I would like to stroke... Okay no, that was a bad pun y/n.
Okay this is it, perfect opening. I swam after her quickly, meeting her at the opposite end of the pool where I could stand, the water coming to about waist level. I took a glance around, noticing we were now the only people at the pool. I took a step closer to her, her back leaning against the edge. I took note of the way she licked her lips, her eyes running down my figure as her fingers twitched, almost as if they were holding back from reaching out to me to pull me closer. She looked desperate, and I fucking loved it.
"How about I show you why you're my favourite?" I asked, moving closer and resting my hands on the edge of the pool at either side of her body. I could feel her chest brush against mine now as she attempted to steady her breathing.
"And how are you going to do that?" She gasped out, leaning forward until her lips are just centimetres from mine.
I didn't feel the need to verbally answer, so instead I crashed my lips against hers. She instantly met my rushed pace, her hands trailing up my neck and tangling in my hair, releasing it from the messy bun I had styled. She let out a groan as our tongues met. I moved my hands to her waist, squeezing at the sound. The kiss soon turned desperate, both of us letting out moans and gasps of approval as our hands searched each other's bodies, grasping and squeezing at anything we could.
My hands moved down to her ass, grabbing both cheeks before taking hold of her thighs and lifting her onto the edge of the pool. She gasped at the sudden action, which turned into a breathy moan as my lips moved to her neck. Sucking and biting, I was relentless and uncaring, marking all down her body as I lowered the straps of her suit and pulled it down as I went.
"Fuck.." I muttered to myself when her tits became exposed, instantly moving both hands towards them, my thumbs circling the stiff peaks. She threw her head back as I took her left nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and biting lightly.
She tugged on my hair, causing my neck to crane back so I am looking her in the eyes. She grabbed my face with her other hand, squeezing my cheeks roughly until my lips are puckered. She took the time to bite my bottom lip, pulling it out even further before letting it go with a pop.
"Stop teasing mommy, and fuck her."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I hastily tugged at her suit, tapping her thigh to signal for her to lift her hips so I can take it off fully. After throwing the red fabric behind me, I placed my hands on the top of her thighs, spreading them apart and bending down between them so I am level with her bare core. I moaned outload at the sight, causing her to let out a quiet chuckle. I began to nip at her inner thighs, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses as I approached her sweet centre. I dug my nails in to her skin, leaving half moon indents as soon as I got a taste of her. I lapped her juices up to her clit, using the natural lubricant to circle the sensitive but with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh fuck baby." She whimpered, one hand in my hair and one on the concrete behind her so she can brace herself as she grinded against my face.
I trailed a finger to her entrance, sinking it in to her tight pussy as I continued to circle her clit.
"Yes! Just like that baby, you're fucking mommy so good." She continued to speak her dirty words to me as I sunk in another finger, fucking her at a fast pace, curling my fingers when inside in order to reach the spongy part of her pussy that had her thighs clenching around my shoulders. "I have been waiting for this for so long. Watching you walk around the pool, bending down in front of me in those little shorts like a teasing slut."
I fucked her harder at the revelation, even more turned on at the fact that my infatuation had been returned this whole time.
"Oh baby you're going to make me cum, keep doing that!" She grasped my hair harder, pushing me right up against her pussy to the point where it was hard to breathe. My tongue movements started to get sloppy, though I don't think she minded. Her moans grew louder as my tongue covered her entire pussy in messy licks and slurps, fingers cramping as she squeezed them with her walls as she came. I licked clean what I could, sucking on my own fingers like a lollypop after slipping them out of her.
She gripped my chin, pulling me up towards her so she could kiss me again, tasting her own cum and juices on my lips. "Come home with me, mommy has a surprise for you." She whispered against my mouth.
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After closing the pool, most likely inaccurately as I was in such a rush, I climbed into the passenger seat of Wanda's car. No words were exchanged in the five minute drive to her home, just heavy breathing as her hand laid resting on my upper thigh.
As soon as we made it through the front door, she pushed me towards the stairs, slapping my ass so I would hurry towards her room. Closing the door, she locked it and turned towards where I was standing at the base of her bed.
"Strip." She ordered.
As slowly and seductively as possible, I lowered the straps of my swimsuit from my shoulders and folded it down over my breasts. She didn't give me much time, before she lurched forward and pushed me back on the bed, pulling my suit off herself. "I'm done waiting love."
Leaving me on the bed, she moved towards the closet and pulled a large strap on dildo out of a box. I practically drooled at the sight. I could feel my pussy dripping onto the sheets as she tugged off her clothes for the second time tonight, and tightened the black straps around her waist and thighs.
She made her way back to me, crawling between my legs that I had already spread for her.
"Do you want mommy's cock baby?" She spat in her hand, using it to wet the fake cock as she rubbed it whilst maintaining eye-contact with me.
"Yes mommy, please fuck me with your cock." I whimpered, desperate to be filled.
"I've got to stretch you out first baby, mommy's cock is so big compared to that tight little pussy." She rubbed her fingers between my folds, and moaned as a string of my juices followed them as she lifted them to her mouth. "So sweet."
Wanda moved two fingers back to my pussy, circling my clit before sinking them into my hole. I arched my back at the feeling, catching her eyes as she grinned down at my squirming body. She moved her other hand to my hip, holding me own as she grinded her fingers in to me.
She didn't waste much more time before taking her fingers out of me and leaning over, pressing her body flush against me as she sunk her soaked fingers into my mouth. I grasped at her wrist with both hands, closing my eyes as I sucked her long fingers clean.
"Such a dirty girl for mommy, you want to be filled with something bigger don't you?" She tutted, lightly slapping my cheek with her wet hand.
"Yes mommy, please fuck me." I gripped the back of her neck, tugging her close until her forehead was pressed against mine. I felt her breath hit my lips as she let out a groan, sinking the tip of her strap in my slit, shuffling so the base of the strap is against her own clit. I threw my head back and let out a loud whine, scratching my nails down her back the further she pushed the cock into my cunt.
Her head dropped to my neck, leaving a kiss at my pulse point as she started to rock her hips back and forth, fucking the large cock into me as deep as it would go. I moaned as the shaft brushed against my g-spot, sinking so deep I could feel it bulging against my stomach.
"Such a tight pussy." She groaned, hovering her face over mine and bracing on her elbows at either side of my head as she began to fuck into me at a faster pace. The bed began to rock, causing the bed frame to hit the wall. Thank god the boys were with Vision tonight. Wait... had she planned this?
We were moaning into each others mouths, embracing lips and tongues whenever we were still enough. Her forehead began to sweat, almost glimmering in the bedroom lighting as she began to buck her hips into me faster. I began to scream her name as I got closer and closer to my high, gripping at her shoulders in order to ground myself as my body began to move across the bed the harder she fucked me.
"That's it, that's it baby." She cooed breathlessly, grinding in to me and chasing her own high. "Be a good girl for me and cum around your mommy's cock."
"Oh god!" I yelled, opening my mouth in a silent scream as tears peaked out of the corner of my eyes. "I'm cumming mommy."
"Fuck you're so hot baby, you're going to make me cum." She groaned, leaning her forehead against mine causing her breasts to press up against mine. Hard nipples rubbed against my own causing even more euphoric stimulation. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pulling her into me even closer than I believed possible.
"I want you to cum inside me." I hissed against her lips. I knew it wasn't possible, but fuck I wanted it. She let out a teasing chuckle.
"I have something that can help with that next time." She grinned, fucking me faster in response to whatever fantasy was running through her head.
"Fuck baby such a good girl making your mommy cum-" her words turned into a high pitched moan, as her hip movement became stiff. What was deep thrusts have now become shallow, hips rocking into me gently as her lips met mine. We both came down from our highs as our lips moved against each others whilst the rest of us stilled.
She pulled the top half of her body back, leaving the strap inside me still, and gave me a wink. "Did that help with your reasoning as to why I am your favourite?"
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I absolutely adore your writing!
I wanted to request a Eddie Munson and plus size!Henderson!reader smut!
After dropping Dustin off after Hellfire one night Eddie finally meets Dustin’s sister who is essentially the female version of Eddie. He is smitten with her but doesn’t show it in fear it will mess up him and Dustin’s relationship. He makes excuses to come over to the house more often (which the reader notices). She teases him on purpose, short skirts, low cut shirts, little touches when they pass each other. She’s driving him crazy. One night Dustin invites him over for a movie night and to discuss the new campaign, when Eddie and the reader are the only ones left awake will the tension be to much? Will he finally crack?
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an: hiii!!! thank u sm for the request AND all the love i've gotten on my work 🖤🖤 i hope this does your request justice omg!! 😭 because i sure as hell really liked writing it idkidkidk eddie in this one is just so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways pls feel free to send more requests, i appreciate all the love omg like i didnt know so many ppl would like my writing especially being new to writing on tumblr 🥹TYSM OMG PLS I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS i love the feedback! also this is hardly proof read so. yeah :p
warnings: 18+ only, minors dni! minors are NOT welcomed. eddie x plus size!reader, eddie x henderson!reader. this is pure filth, pure smut, literally porn with a plot. p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction pls protect urself*, slight exhibitionism (if u squint), oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex kind of, pet names, dirty talk, spanking/slapping, eddie being eddie
wc: 8.5k
summary: you're dustin's older sister, and notice his best friend taking a particular liking to you.
when eddie first realized who dustin’s older sister was, he was mind fucked. when dustin told eddie about you, dustin made it a note to emphasize the fact that he and you were the same age, and had eddie been, as dustin put it, ‘normal student,’ he would’ve graduated the same year as his sister. but, eddie remembered who you were. very vividly, and when he met you again formally at dustin’s house about a year ago—let’s just say eddie was obsessed with everything that had to do with you. he listened to the music you blasted from your room once he got into his van, he remembered the movies you watched so he could watch them and know why you liked them so much, and he remembered the books you carried and the ones you would read in your living room on his way to dustin’s basement. he wanted to consume you in every way.
"i can't really stay long dustin, Wayne's been getting on my ass," eddie said as dustin dragged him to his front door.
"yeah yeah, whatever, come on i just got this new comic, you have to see it," he said eagerly and eddie just sighed, waiting for dustin's knocking to be heard. and it was.
"dustin i swear if you don't have your key i'm going to literally rip-" you yelled through the front door as you swung it open, not to see only dustin but the guy you went to school with who you knew as the local weed supplier.
"what are you doing with my brother?" you spit, ignoring the fact that eddie looked a little starstruck. he didn't even hear you because of how loud your outfit was, the way your body was tight against your little dress you had in, how your tits looked pressed together, the way your hand rested on your hip as you looked at him irritatedly.
"don't start," dustin said and pushed passed you, telling eddie to come on.
"uh, i'm eddie," he introduced and you smiled through your small laugh, opening the door.
"yeah, i know who you are," you said and he almost thought he felt a shiver down his spine. you knew him, you knew who he was. and now that he saw you in person, he realized he overestimated his will power to be a gentleman and not get hard just at the sight of you.
"go ahead, but you're not staying long. ten minutes." you said strictly and he nodded frantically, stepping inside and following dustin straight to the basement, his eyes looking back for yours as you shut the door and turned, giving him a smile.
he was fucked. that was the start of a year long obsession he tried so desperately to hide. and failed.
you noticed eddie and you had the same interests, you heard megadeth and soundgarden blast through his radio in his shitty van dropping dustin off late, and even in school you saw the patches of rock and metal bands you liked on his backpack, or the studs on his jean jacket. you liked his style and like him, you carried the punk rock edge to you with multiple facial piercings and your black clothing. you enjoyed your style, even in high school you managed to apply dark makeup and were only allowed on piercing, so you kept your lip one. you grew into your own as you got older, only having a liking for horror and sci-fi movies, metal, rock and goth music, and loving your dark dull aesthetic. and eddie liked it too, he actually couldn’t believe how sexy you made looking and dressing like a ‘freak.’
you also noticed these last few months eddie has been coming over a lot more frequently, sometimes at night, sometimes early in the morning to take dustin to school. you didn’t realize until he came over three days in a row, and noticed he would linger in the same room you were in while dustin was off doing his usual around the house, or he’d make comments about the movie you’d be watching and then leave. you never minded it of course, you liked talking to him, you actually felt seen around him and he made you feel like the two of you could relate a lot more than you think.
you also kind of liked to push how far you could go with his boundaries. you’ve had a small crush on him since he started coming around a year ago, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he’d greet you with a small hug, or a blush when he’d tell you he liked the outfit you had on. but as the months went on you noticed your words took effect on him too, and you relished in the fact that you knew you could make him squirm a bit.
he enjoyed it even though he knew what you were doing, even though he was going fucking insane. he refused to indulge in his fantasies, in dropping hints that he wanted you in every way possible, he refused to risk his own relationship with your brother. he tried for the entire year he and your brother were friends, to ignore the things you do involuntarily. he didn’t know if half the things you did were on purpose or not, but he had to choke down groans seeing you bend over in tight black dresses, he had to refrain from sneaking into your room just so he can see what it looks like. he hated that you did this to him, that you could be this damn sexy it’s like it was doomed from the beginning.
it was the night dustin had a few friends over for a small get together, one of them being eddie and the others being his usual friend group, mike, el, max, lucas, will and steve as well. steve was forced to go by dustin and eddie, eddie mainly begging because he didn’t want to be the only babysitter there.
you were wearing your usual lounging around outfit when you decided to change because you were heading out that night with a few friends, and you got into your usual all black outfit. only this time you had on black mini skirt on that barely covered your ass as you walked, so to help with coverage you chose black sheer, nearly see through, tights underneath that were slightly torn and ripped, and your top was a deep cut baby tee that was black with rhinestones on it. it was cute to you, you loved skimpy clothes as much as anyone else did and you loved the way it hugged onto your thick body.
you just finished your makeup when you decided to slip on your black heeled boots and go downstairs to gather your things. it was kind of like in the movies when the woman steps down the stairs in her ballgown, having her date gawk at her. only this time you had two little pieces of clothes dripped in all black, and eddie was the one gawking at you while everyone paid attention to the game they were playing.
“i can’t believe i’m here. where the fuck is robin and nance?” steve huffed as he slumped in his seat, eating his pizza.
“you know you should be more grateful to spend time with us, asshole. we could all die tomorrow!” dustin exclaimed from his seat, and steve just rolled his eyes.
“how about in right now?” he mumbled.
eddie wasn’t too focused on anything except the music coming from upstairs, is that the cranberries?, he asked himself, trying to crane his neck as if it’d make him hear better. it wasn’t long before he heard your door open and your hard footsteps treading down the stairs. he felt his heartbeat pick up and the minute you fell into his peripheral he had to turn to look at you. big fucking mistake.
the minute he saw your curvy figure in your tight clothing that just made everything more prominent, he felt that rush. not adrenaline rush, he felt his blood fall from his cheeks and straight into his cock. he was beyond embarrassed, lucky for him he was holding a pillow next to him and quickly moved it over his front. something you saw very briefly, wondering why he looked pained almost.
“alright, i’m leaving dustin, don’t fuck the house up or i will kill everyone here and get away with it,” you said emotionless, going to grab your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.
“don’t get pregnant!” dustin shouted from the living room and you walked back in to say goodbye to your little brother and his friends.
“yeah yeah you too, bye, love you,” you said and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead, something eddie paid way too close attention to. he could see down your shirt from his seat, and he could only feel his pants grow tighter around his waist. he wanted to stuff his face in your chest, to hold you by your wide waist and pull you to his body. he wanted to defile you more than you’d ever been.
“problem eddie?” you asked, snapping your fingers where you stand behind dustin, sending everyone’s eyes to his direction.
“uh, wha- I, no, yeah i like this game too,” he stuttered and mostly everyone tried to stifle their laugh while dustin questioned him.
“okay?” you said in a confused laugh, walking off around the group to pass by eddie and bringing your hand to ruffle through his brown locks, and to his shoulder to squeeze slightly.
“see ya later, weirdo,” you said and left, leaving eddie rock hard, embarrassed and in complete shock. he needed your touch everywhere, and that same night after he finally got home and laid in bed, he jerked off to the images he internally burned in his mind.
remembering that night gave you ideas for every time you saw him after that. wearing the skimpiest clothes to open the door when eddie walked dustin to the door, making sure that when he was there at your house you were wearing the thinnest tank top with no bra, and checking that the thermostat was set at a cool 69 degrees.
it was like hell. if he were in heaven. he was tortured seeing you, but the more he saw you the more he craved you. he was excited to see you now, to see what you would have one the next time as you offered a drink in a sultry voice, bending over extra low to reach a fake cord from behind the tv while he sat on the couch. he felt like he was going to fall into a deep black hole that would open up every time you were around, he could follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.
he made excuses to see you, he embarrassed himself in moments just so he could see you, or hear your voice. he was genuinely obsessed with you, that even seeing you for five seconds could make his entire day complete. he was desperate, and you knew.
“you, eddie munson, looking for homework?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. you felt exposed, just waking up from a nap after dropping dustin off early in the morning, wearing nothing but black shorts and a small tank top that was a little see through if you stared hard enough.
“uh, yeah it’s like this paper i had to write, for…” he trailed as his eyes unknowingly moved to glance over you. he couldn’t help but look at how the shorts hugged your thighs and hips. please let suffocate me. his thoughts were impure, not gentleman like. he should be ashamed.
“for…?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention back.
“-my class, it’s in a few minutes,” he said checking his watch on his wrist.
“you do know dustin isn’t here right? and the backpack in question is… with him… at school,” you said in an obvious tone, making him reach to the back of his neck and cringe at himself.
“yeah, right…. um, bye,” he said quickly and left, cursing at himself under his breath as he tried to refrain from thinking of the way you looked before he grew hard. you didn’t shut the door until he drove off, almost smiling to yourself that he did that, made that silly excuse to just talk to you for two minutes.
it was little things that he did that drove you equally as crazy, and the fact that he did everything he could just to see your face made you want him even more. it made you wonder why he hadn’t tried anything with you yet. you assumed he felt like you did, so you didn’t question if he found you attractive or sexy, you just wondered what was holding him back from taking the next step.
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eddie found himself a bit stuck in his own thoughts as dustin, mike, will, gareth, jeff and lucas discuss plans of their next campaign. he wanted to focus on the words and suggestions coming out of dustin’s mouth, he wanted to shout desperately when gareth recommended something that would put the entire campaign in jeopardy, but nothing could come from him.
dustin invited everyone over to spend the night while they plan their new campaign for d&d, he knew it could take all night even the day after to create something flawless, so he figured it’d be best to have those who can sleep over. you were a bit bothered by having that much testosterone in the house, but a little won over by the fact that eddie would be spending the night as well.
you catered for the group of course. After you got home from work around seven or eight at night, you bought pizza and drinks for the kids and acted as their mother, fixing their sleeping arrangements and making sure everyone had pillows and blankets before bed. the minute you walked into your home with the pizza and drinks, everyone zoomed to the kitchen except eddie. he shyly walked over to you with his black jeans on and muscle shirt under his jean jacket.
“i can get that for you,” he offered, nodding to the pizza boxes and liters in both hands.
“here, you can take the drinks,” you smiled and handed him the bag of drinks, letting your fingers linger a little on his while transferring the bag to him. he could feel the softness of your touch, how you grazed the outside of his hand with your nails and smoothly removing your hand from the bag.
“thank you,” you said and lightly patted his chest, moving past him closely so that your body touches his.
stop it eddie. stop! he screamed at himself as you started to tell the kids to not make a mess, trying to keep himself from getting hard again and finally going to put the sodas on the counter where you placed the pizza.
“eddie?” you said and walked over to him where he holds a paper plate in his hand, his eyes wide and doe like as he turned to you immediately.
“yeah? whats up?” he said quickly, gripping his plate.
“you think you can help me make everyone’s bed? i can’t reach the sheets in the closet,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes and flashing a smile.
“y-yeah, of course.” he obliged and put the plate down, following you upstairs to the closet in the hall. you made sure to go first, your pencil skirt hugging your ass and thighs perfectly, putting him in a trance he never wanted to get out of.
“it’s right over here,” you said and turned right, stopping at white double doors. you opened the doors and reached to turn on the light, letting yourself be as exaggerated as possible, and leaning back to let him through. you turned to the side as he walked up to the closet, staying there and watching him as he strained his body upwards, his shirt lifting a bit to show his pale skin littered with tattoos, even seeing his slight v-line, something you wanted to explore. you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were checking him out.
you decided to test him again, so you scooted your body closer to his and leaned across, your breasts and your body touching his as you reached for a pillow that was on a lower shelf. your hand skimmed his skin not so subtly, grabbing the pillow and squeezing it to your stomach to make your tits more prominent in your hardly buttoned button up.
eddie’s skin was on fire, if he wasn’t thinking about d&d before you came home, he definitely wasn’t thinking about it now. he gathered all of the sheets and some pillows, pulling them out and going back to his relaxed position as you stared up at him with a devilish smile.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a serious tone, taking notice of your breasts pushed together and again, you saw it on his face. that restraint, the self control he tried to muster up.
“what do you mean, eds?” you tried to play naive, like you were unaware of this little game the two of you had partaken in. it was cat and mouse except less action. you liked to tease and taunt, and he held himself tight with a piece of string that was held by the relationship he had with dustin. who would he be if he actually made a move on one of his best friend’s sister?
“i can’t do that to dustin. i can’t.” he said to you, not even acknowledging your fake unawareness.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said seriously and turned towards the stairs, “you comin’?” you asked sweetly, yet still a mischievous smile on your face. you were testing how far you could go without breaking that string, but now you wanted to break it. you wanted him to fall apart for you, to finally admit he’s wanted you this whole time.
eventually after everyone settled in, the group went down into the basement and began to watch a movie as the night went on. you told everyone you’ll be in your room, changing into something more comfortable to accompany your brother and his friends.
“it’s just supposed to be us,” dustin huffed and you rolled your eyes, accepting the fact you were unwelcomed and you changed anyway, going into the living room to watch a movie by yourself.
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the boys settled in the basement around 11 at night after arguing about their storyline, going to sleep with no successful campaign just yet but successfully watching two movies before everyone knocked out. eddie was no help obviously, too deep in thought about the way your hands felt, how your warm body pressed into his side, what exactly you were hiding under that pencil skirt. he didn’t realize how sexy you made office attire look, suddenly imagining himself bending you over your office desk and railing you to the point all of your papers and knick knacks fell over. it’s all he thought about as the boys talked over the movie, wondering what it would be like to just go upstairs and take you on the couch.
he rubbed his hand over his face with a deep breath, sighing and throwing over the blankets he had on himself on his other side, getting up from the small couch you had in your basement. eddie knew where everything was in the house, and he made his way to the kitchen for some kind of beverage. a beer, if he was lucky.
he was lucky, just not with the beer. once he got into the threshold of the kitchen, he saw the dim light from underneath the cabinet that’s above the counter glowing against you. your back was to him, seemingly eating something, yet he just stared at your figure. from here, the view of your ass was almost problematic. your tight shorts didn’t let much hide from his sight, he could see the crease of your asscheeks peeking out of the fabric, and he saw the small of your back due to your tank top rising up and nearly above your midriff.
“couldn’t sleep?” eddie asked you finally as he came to lean on the counter across from where you stood.
“i was just craving something sweet, you?” you asked, turning around unphased since you already felt him staring at you. you looked at him as you licked your spoon clean and he breathed in deep.
“something like that,” he said and stood up straight, walking around to you and now standing in front of you, leaning his body against the counter to mimic your stance.
“dustin’s my friend, you know that, and you're like, wow you know? it's hard to, control myself,” he slightly admits, beginning to watch as you sensually lick ice cream from your spoon again after you dipped into the pint for another scoop.
“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving his. you weren't phased by his confession, you already knew. he tried to not show how in love he was with you, but failed miserable every time.
“i can’t do anything to ruin that, he’d hate me forever,” eddie said slowly, too enchanted by the way your tongue glides over the spoon.
“i don’t know what you mean, eddie,” still keeping up with your shenanigans, wondering if he’d snap any time soon.
“really? the short skirts, showing your cleavage, walking around here with no bra when i’m around, like you want me to die really,” he said dramatically, his hands waving in the air and you smiled, putting the ice cream down.
“that’s just how i dress, eddie. plus this is my house, i can wear whatever i want,” you gleamed and he huffed.
“i won’t lie though, some things i do wear for you. like this, i know you like black. and i know you like when i don’t wear a bra, i see you staring at them all of the time,” you said stepping closer to him as his fingers grip the edge of the counter. he was silent, he couldn't talk. embarrassed at the fact that you actually noticed his not so obvious yet obvious stares.
“do you wanna feel them eddie? or do you just want to stare from a distance and jerk off in the bathroom when i leave?” his face turned a bright red, remembering the times he’d have to leave early or go to your bathroom to deal with what you caused.
“yes,” he answered without thinking, stepping towards you so that there is only a small gap between the two of you. your head turns upwards to look at him as he looks down between the two of you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.
“do you want me to-” you began but eddie shook his head quickly.
“shut up,” he demanded, pressing his lips into yours firmly. but it wasn’t like you expected.
normally when you made out with guys, it was boring and dull. there was no excitement, no crave, no desire, it felt like nothing to you. but feeling eddie’s lips on yours practically made your knees buckle, so soft and gentle yet still needy, begging for more. you feel his tongue slide against your lips and you part them slightly, letting him invade your mouth as your tongue fought with his. heavy breathing, panting, soft moans coming from you and occasional groans from eddie as his hands rested at your waist, just to inch upwards on your skin and up your shirt.
he pulled away breathlessly, leaving you flushed and aching for me as his eyes trained on your midsection, watching the piece of fabric lift with every inch he went up.
“you, you are so fucking dangerous,” he said roughly, his black fingernails skimming against the curves of your body, his hands rubbing on your rolls, pressing them into your back to pull you closer.
you could tell his touch was so needy, so eager to feel all of you all at once.
“what makes me dangerous? is it my incredibly intimidating face?” you smiled, watching his eyes grow dark with every touch on your body.
“mm, no baby, you have a pretty face.” he said, more confident than ever now that he knows this little game of yours was over. baby. the pet name sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core that you has to press your thighs together. he noticed.
his hands move to your midsection again, finally deciding to raise the tank top up off of your body. this was risky, you knew that. you were exposed in the very public kitchen that anyone could walk in at any moment, pressed against the counter now with eddie teasing his way around your large breasts.
“holy fucking shit.” he breathed as he cupped them in his hands, massaging and feeling over every inch of skin. he bounced them in his hands, pushed them together to see them fall to their natural state, and immediately brought his lips to the curve of your breast and slowly towards your hardened nipple. he wanted to savor all of you, to feel you and memorize what you liked and what you looked like under all these clothes.
“eddie?” you whispered as he stuffed his face in between your tits as he pushed them up, making you smile boyishly.
“mmmhm?” he hummed, shaking his head in your chest and you tug his hair up, sending a jolt to eddie’s crotch and making him wince.
“do you want me?” you asked, looking at his face in the dull light, wanting to bask in his gaze. you loved the slight stubble on his jaw, how his nose was lightly peppered with small freckles, the way his lips looked so pink and swollen—it drove you crazy.
“fuuuck yes, yes i want you, are you crazy?!” he whisper-shouted, making you blush and pull your lip in between your teeth.
“show me,” you teased, moving your hand from gripping his hair and on his shoulder. he was so quick with grabbing your wrists and practically pulling you upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door by pressing you up against it. it was so quick, you didn’t even feel shame in the fact that you only had your bottoms on going up your stairs.
“i would’ve loved to fuck you over that kitchen counter, but i’d rather not have dustin and our friends see me sinning with his older sister,” he said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and leaving small kitten licks and kisses on your skin.
“thank you,” you breathed, holding him tight to your body.
you did feel a bit bad about engaging with eddie like this, you knew it was a bad mistake as dustin’s sister. this was his best friend, and here you are in your bedroom with your tank top down stairs, feeling the way he’s pressed up against you.
“mm, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he grinned into your collarbone.
“since i can’t fuck you over the counter, i think we’ll just have to settle for that little vanity you got,” his voice was so dark, so deep that you didn’t even really recognize who it was. it made you drip into your panties, and immediately you let out a tiny whine.
eddie moved you to the white, pristine vanity you had where you sat and did your makeup everyday. it wasn’t much, but it did come with a mirror and the thought of watching eddie fuck you from the back like that became too intense for you.
you instinctively bent over still in your short shorts, watching eddie behind you as he softly throws his head back and releases a long ‘fuuuuck’ as you swayed your hips gently against his crotch. he rubbed over the globes of your ass, teasing his fingers at the hem of your shorts.
“i can’t believe you’re bent over like this for me,” he says as he removed his black shirt and stepped out of his sleep pants, only leaving the fabric of his boxers strained against his hard on. you felt it in the kitchen, and you feel it even more now pressing against your ass. you whimpered a little, trying to rub against him until he gripped your meaty hips and stilled your movements.
“you gotta be good for me, okay baby? let me take my time,” he cooed, rubbing over the wideness of your hips and ass as he met your eyes in the mirror. he lingered his fingers around your waist band and slowly tugged your shorts down, leaving you completely bare, and leaving eddie feeling like he could cum just from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip.
“no fucking panties?” he questioned, standing back up as he stared at your bare ass, moving your cheeks to spread and reveal both your holes.
“i, i forgot,” you lied, looking at his body through the mirror. the only light that’s shining on the both of you is the orange hue from the street lights in your neighborhood, the shadow of your window blinds casting on eddie right now. you liked the way his pale body looked under that glow, the way his patch work tattoos mixed together well, some looked lighter than others and the bigger ones were more complex. you wanted to inspect each and every one, know the meaning of them, why he got them.
“i know you didn’t forget, baby. you don’t have to lie to me,” he said and got on his knees to become face to face with your bare pussy. even though you were a little insecure about the way you looked down there, you tried to be as confident as ever just in case it wasn’t what a man was attracted to. you’ve met men who preferred skinny women, or men who didn’t like the way you looked down there because you were ‘too big.’
eddie’s hands gripped your ass and thighs firmly, spreading them as he pleased and watching the way your lips spread to reveal your wetness leaking out of you.
“fuck, fuck im so,” he tried to say but he was losing it. he was going feral at the thought of you being this wet and dripping for him, losing it at the fact he had you bent over naked for him, whimpering and moaning for him.
“is, is it too much?” you cringed inwardly at yourself, shutting your eyes and resting your face on your hands that are folded on the vanity.
“what? no what? too much, what do you mean?” he said, standing up and looking at you through the mirror, still gripping your ass.
“like, am i too, um, fat?” you asked. you knew how ridiculous you sounded, how insecure you sounded. but it truly wasn’t like that for you, you were worried more so about the fact that eddie wouldn’t be big enough to pleasure you. you weren’t much of a size person, but if you wanted to ride someone it would be a bit hard to do that with someone who was 5 inches, for you at least.
“what the fuck? absolutely fucking not, oh my god, baby you are so fucking sexy. i’m literally drooling over this pussy, please i need to ruin you,” he begged, slapping your ass a bit and kissing over the sting. his kisses led him to your inner thigh, and moved his lips to kiss over your wet pussy lips that were pushed together by your thick thighs, and you sucked in a breath as you felt his tongue slide up to collect your slickness, and moving in between your lips.
“eddieee, fuck eddie what are you doing,” you asked as he moved his hand to use his middle and ring finger to rub gently over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and letting his tongue find your clit swiftly, sucking and slurping as you spread your legs a little more.
“i’m eating this pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your cunt, going back to wrapping his lips around your clit as he licked and sucked, sending you to bite your arm to shush yourself. you saw the way he gripped your ass with his other hand, felt how he kept slapping at your skin, spreading one cheek as his other hand was finding your hole with his fingers.
“fuck, fuck eddie please, please make me cum,” you begged, squirming and moving your legs as you tried to grip the table itself to keep from thrashing. it was so overbearing, the fact that he was so handsome and sexy, and he was buried in your cunt.
“mmmm, baby,” he hummed against your folds, making you jolt and cry a bit. he removed his lips with a pop, letting his tongue lick up your juices on his lips, and watching as his fingers sank into your tight hole. his mouth practically fell open as he watched you stretch around his digits, and watching your eyes through the mirror roll back and your mouth open.
“that feel good baby? am i making you feel good?” he asked against your thigh, pumping his two fingers in and out of you as your breathing started to pick up, your back arching against the table.
“fuck baby, yes yes it feels so good, please don’t stop don’t fucking stop eddie,” you begged, reaching your arm back to grab at his head and pull him back to your cunt, making eddie even more excited at your neediness. he didn’t even realize how turned on his was until he found himself palming his cock through his boxers as you kept his head in place with your hand and rutted against his tongue and fingers. it was hands down the sexiest thing he’d ever felt, letting you use him to get yourself off and grind into his face, he was so desperate for you he found himself moaning into your cunt.
he was going crazy, and it wasn’t until he finally grabbed your hand and moved it so he could use the hand he was palming his cock with to spread your ass, and move his tongue from your clit to your asshole. he used your juices he collected with his tongue and spit directly on your hole, still letting his fingers pump in and out of your hole, but letting his tongue find his way between your cheeks.
“oh my god, oh my f- eddie, please don’t stop please fuck, i need it, i need you please,” it was your begging that made him feel drunk, the sound of you so desperate and so willing to do anything just so you can feel good, his mind was focused on you and only you. he actually forgot where he was for a moment, and let himself eat your holes out as he pleases.
“eddie, fuck i swear i’m gonna cum, please can i please cum?” he didn’t even tell you that you had to beg for your release, he didn’t even expect that you wanted permission, and now that he knows he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. he was loving the way you looked right now, how fucked out and desperate you looked, how sex just dripped from your pleadings.
“not yet pretty girl,” he said, his face covered in your juices and still, he wanted more. he moved his tongue back down to your hole where he decided to slowly add a third finger, letting his tongue trace around the way your cunt gripped his fingers.
“s’ too much, eddie please let me cum,” you felt the tears sting your eyes, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally moved your head from the table and to look in the mirror, seeing your puffy eyes and red face, the tears leaking from your eyes. all you could see was the way his arms and hands were gripping your backside, yet the obscene slurping and moaning made it too intense for you to keep watching him devour you. you felt how his head shook and moved in your cunt, how his lips and tongue worked so beautifully on your clit, you even felt how the tip of his nose rubbed against your slit. it was so much, so overwhelming, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy is mine,” he said, moving his lips to kiss over your thighs again. you felt the way his fingers curved into you, hitting your soft spot that made you want to explode. your eyes couldn’t keep open, you felt like you were going cross eyed with the way you felt. never have you felt like this from getting head before, never felt so excited and so wet, you’ve never felt so needy the way eddie made you feel.
“eddie, it’s all yours, fuck it always has been, this pussy’s yours, please,” you cried, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear.
“mm, that’s all i wanted to hear baby, cum for me, cum on my face,” he said and moved his lips back to your cunt, his tongue working feverishly now on your clit, sucking, grazing his teeth against your nub, licking and even using the fingers that were inside of you to replace his tongue and let his fingers work your clit.
“i’m, fuuuck, fuck i’m cumming, i’m fu-” you moaned, letting your body go limp on the table as your legs shook, your release coating his tongue and face as he kept fucking your hole with his tongue. you were practically biting down on your hand, his tongue still going and sending you into a spiral.
“baby, please, i can’t,” you gasped, begging him to halt. he finally releases you, the slurping and wet sounds no longer as he stood up and rubbed his hands over your ass while he pushed his erection into your wet cunt. he reached and grabbed you by your neck, pulling your naked body to his chest as he looks at your figure in the mirror. his left hand moves around your jiggly body, gripping at your tummy that bulges out slightly, squeezing everywhere and grabbing your cunt with his whole hand.
“this all mine, pretty baby? only for me?” he asked again in your ear, moving his hand to grip your tits and playing with your nipples.
“yes eddie fuck, please. make me yours? i wanna be yours,” you begged, your voice hoarse and weak, sounding completely different than your usual snarky tone. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having you like putty in his hands when the whole time you made him nervous.
his. yours. mine. the words eddie has craved to hear, he’s dreamed of cumming to you telling him you’re his. he’s wanted you for so long and here you are, all fucked out against his chest and still begging for more. he couldn’t help but move his boxers down to fall at his ankles, letting his cock spring free against your ass and quickly slipping it between your thighs, right against your pussy. through the mirror, you could see the tip of his cock peeking through your plush thighs, and watched as he fucked your thighs using the slickness from your cunt.
“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking wet for me, you want me to fuck you? maybe you’ll stop teasing me when i’m over here if i finally stretch you out, hm? what do you think?” he panted, enjoying the feeling of your thighs pressing against his cock, stopping before he could cum.
“please fuck me, i’ll be good, please,” you whined, moving your hand to feel the tip of his cock, feeling him buck his hips and hearing a low growl from his throat. he pulls you back with him, still pressed against his chest, even after you fall back on top of him when he decided to sit on your bed against the wall. now, he has your legs spread in the air with the back of your head pressed against his shoulder as he peers over your shoulder to watch you spread all for him. you can feel his hard cock against your asshole, seeing it over your cunt and moving your hips to coat his cock with your juices.
“uh-uhn, i’m not done,” he grumbled, keeping your legs spread and watching the way your pussy lips spread open with the way your legs were in the air, and how easy it was to access your clit and rub your wetness over your hole and clit.
he moved his hand to push his cock against your cunt, rubbing it between your fat lips making sure his tip hits right at the hood of your clit.
“can i suck it?” you asked shyly, you couldn’t help but moan at the size of it and seeing it rub against your pussy. “‘s so big,” you finished and he blushed, throwing his headback with a groan. he wanted to hear you ask him to suck him off over and over again, the way you sounded so small and shy about it, how you actually wanted to take him in your mouth. he'll definitely be thinking about that now.
“fuck, what i’d give to feel those lips right now, but not tonight baby. i need to be inside you, right fucking now,” he groaned and finally pushed his cock at your hole, feeling his tip intrude and slide in slowly. he wanted to try to get you used to the feeling of him stretching his way inside you, but slowly realized it was him who needed to get used to how tight your cunt sucked him in.
“oh my fuck, i could fuckin’ cum right now,” he groaned as he relaxed inside you, adjusting you on top of him so he could see better and you were better pressed against his chest. he could see everything from the way he’s looking down behind you, he could see your eyes fighting to stay open as he slid inside, and the way your legs squirmed trying to stay open.
“you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl, so good,” he praised, awakening something inside you. somehow, he made you want to do everything right to hear him tell you how good you’re doing for him.
“eddieeee,” you whined as you felt yourself sink onto all of him, watching your hips begin to move on his trying to fuck yourself on him.
“what baby? you need more?” he asked as he gripped your belly, loving the way it looked with your knees almost at your chest.
“harder, please,” you begged, throwing your head back to look up at him, just as he looked down at you with your eyebrows pinched and your mouth open. he smiles, kissing all over your face as he began to fuck up into you faster and harder, moving to watch your tits and tummy bounce with every thrust. he decided to take your legs and hold them open while still on top of him, slapping at your thighs and whispering dirty things in your ear. all you can muster out are occasional moans and cries, whining his name out.
“gotta be quiet sweetface, don’t need anyone hearing you moan my name for me like that, only me baby,” he groaned. you could feel the rumble of his chest against your back as you watch him slide in and out of you. you were cockdrunk at this point, so dumb and fucked out that you can’t form a coherent sentence.
eddie felt like he was losing himself in you, the way you squeezed your walls around him and cried out how big he was made him want to be more than inside you. he really wanted to crawl inside your skin and be with you twenty four seven, he wanted to be the piece of gum stuck at your shoe just so he’s near you. he was desperate for you in every way and it showed in each thrust.
“need you on your back, baby,” he grunted and slipped out of you, moving your body to be laying underneath him rather than on top of him. he moved your legs harshly, spreading them apart and slapping your pussy just to watch it recoil with every slap.
“such a pretty fucking pussy baby, can’t believe it’s all mine,” he said moreso to himself. he was rubbing up and down your thighs and belly with his cock rubbing against your entrance, watching you squirm and beg for him.
“i love your cock so fucking much, please fuck me,” you begged in a whisper, and he gripped your belly when he decided to finally slip back inside you, watching the way your tits were pressed together and nearly covering the bottom of your face.
“mm, fuck you’re so pretty like this,” he said as he brought his hand to your chin, his thumb rubbing over your lips as he slid inside you again, this time a little more rougher than last time. when he slid inside, you gave him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth when you moaned softly, and you instantly wrapped your lips around his thumb and started sucking and licking on it like it was his cock.
he was in a trance watching you, and feeling your walls clench down on him at the same time. he couldn’t believe you wanted him like this, and how nasty you were for him, he kind of forgot about you being anyone’s sister.
you decided to bite down a bit on his thumb and watched as he winced, but felt the way his cock twitched inside of you. the pace he was going was harsh and rough, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was something he didn’t even try to conceal. instead, his own groans and moans were getting a little louder, the both of your moans mixing together.
“eddie, it feels so good, fuck you’re so perfect,” you cried with his thumb still in your mouth and he leaned down, kissing your face and neck trying to reposition himself and angle differently. when he did, you could actually feel the air slip inside and the next thrust he hit, you and he both heard the sound of you queefing, immediately feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover your face.
“mmm, fuck she’s talkin’ to me baby,” he said in a smile while he kept pumping his cock in and out of you. you giggled and hit his chest, telling him to shut up and keep fucking you, trying to ignore the embarrassing noise your own vagina made.
“c’mon, she sounds so fucking good, so fucking wet for my cock, yeah?” he cooed, sending electricity down to your clit and making you arch your back. when you do, he takes the chance to catch your nipple in his mouth and nip and suck at it.
“fuck eddie, you’re filling me up so fucking good, s’full of you,” you tugged at his curls and kept his head on your chest, feeling the impeccable stretch of his large cock. it was so girthy, so long that you felt like you were being split in half. it was painful, and that made it even more pleasurable. the way the patch of hair above his cock was rubbing against your sensitive clit made you cry out, scratching and scarring his back as you heard his groans and moans become more visceral, harsher, and you felt the way his hips started to buck and stutter.
it was when he released your tit to meet your eyes, and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing—that’s when you immediately felt the tug in your tummy, your thighs and legs tensing as you watched the way he lost control inside of you. you felt even hornier watching his body form a sheet of sweat, his face contorting into pure pleasure, and you felt how his cock reached the deepest part of your cervix.
“fuck, look at that, creaming all over my cock, fuck princess cum for me, cum all over me, make a fuckin’ mess please,” he begged, kissing your lips, still being able to taste yourself on him from earlier. your hand went up to grab his wrist, beginning to buck your hips against his and feeling the burst of pleasure flood through your body, making your legs shake and your moans muffle against his lips. you were still gripping his wrist when he finally pulled back to watch you ride out your orgasm, and he felt like he could cum right then and there. your body was arching for him, aching for more of his touch, bouncing with each thrust, your body littered with purple bruises from giving you hickeys everywhere, how out of it you looked—he needed to cum.
“where do you want it baby? where do you want my cum?” he asked you, releasing your throat and kissing over the place his hand was.
you didn’t think about it for a minute. you wanted him in all his glory, you wanted every bit of him. you craved it for so long, that you’d be stupid not to tell him where you wanted it exactly.
“inside, please eddie, wanna feel you fill me up, need it,” your sentence was not correct, but it got the point across. you didn’t even have to make sense, the minute you said inside he was a goner. he pumped inside you a few more times before thrusting hard one last time, jerking and twitching inside of you as he covered his groans in your flesh.
“fuck, dude you’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed as his body collapsed on yours, his face shoved into your chest.
“did you just call me dude after you came inside of me?” you asked, making sure you heard right. it was funny to you, it was just so eddie.
he rolled over off of you, pulling out at the same time and laying next to you on his back.
“yeah, uh, sorry. force of habit,” he said sheepishly and turned his head to you, trying to read your facial expressions.
“can i clean you up? before i go, uh back downstairs. i don’t want dustin asking where i am just to find me with his sister,” he said and you rolled your eyes.
“he’s a big boy. i think he can handle knowing you like me.” you said and watched him.
“still. he’s my friend, i’d like to tell him on my own terms.” uou couldn’t help but smile, turning your body on your side to face him better and bring your hand to his face.
“you’re the sweetest, you know?” you said and rubbed your fingers over his jaw and stubble.
“i think it’s safe to say you’re the sweetest,” he said referring to the fact that he did very much in fact devour you whole on your vanity desk.
“i’m gonna shower, so don’t worry about cleaning me up. maybe next time, i’m a girl who likes a bit of aftercare.” you said and kissed his lips softly, softer than you did when he was inside you. he kissed back and reached to pull you closer, wanting more of you. you put your hand on his chest and pulled back, leaving him breathless.
“so, this isn’t a one time thing?” he asked as he tried to breathe normal again. the both of you sat up to gather your clothes and as he put them in, you stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties, a shirt and some shorts not bothering to cover yourself as he gets dressed again.
the second he’s full dressed and standing, you walk up to him with your naked body still pressed against his body, and raise yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips once more.
“i really hope not.”
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howlingday · 8 months
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Stag and Doe
Cardin: Jaune! You're late!
Jaune: I'm sorrry.
Cardin: And you're alone, too? I thought you were bringing your hot, new girlfriend over!
Jaune: She... She probably had a sudden emergency.
Cardin: That sucks, man. Was kinda hoping to meet her.
Cardin: (Whispering) "Sudden emergency"?. What kinda lame excuse is that?.
Sun: (Whispering) Definitely not a good one.
Neptune: (Whispering) You think it was a lie?.
Sun: Should we report him for lying?
Cardin: Definitely!. He's probably a spy trying to steal all our women for himself!.
Sun: Oh, don't be ridiculous! He's just some creepy guy. Better to just leave him alone.
Neptune: Now who's being ridiculous?.
Pyrrha: I'm sorry to hear about you being stood up. I was curious what this mysterious woman looked like.
Jaune: P-Pyrrha! Um, could you and May promise not to tell Saph about this?
Cardin: Why would they do that?! Are you really that desperate to impress people, Jauney-Boy?! I man, you getting stood up gotta be the lowest you've ever been! Saphron's gotta hear how sad her baby brother is doing!
Velvet: (Tugging his arm) Cardin, please!
Jaune: (Thinking) Why? Why in the world is he humiliating me like this? (Flexes fingers) It's unbearable! Saphron won't have to learn anything... NOT IF I KILL EVERYONE HERE- (Shakes head) No! No! I can't do that!.
Velvet: (Dragging Cardin by his ear) I'm so sorry about him. Please, enjoy the party.
Jaune: (Watching everyone talking, laughing, smiling, dancing) Is this... what "ordinary" looks like? This is what Saphron wants for me. Then I guess... I've done all I can.
Jaune: I'm sorry, everyone. It's time for me to-
SLAM!
Blake: (Bloodied) Please, excuse me for my tardiness. My name is Blake Belladina, and I'm Jaune's wife.
Jaune: ...Psst! You're supposed to be my girlfriend!.
Blake: (Thinking) Crap! I mixed our missions up!.
May: Um, Ms. Belladina, was it? You're, um... You're bleeding.
Blake: Ah, right, that's, uh, an occupational hazard.
Pyrrha: Are you a professional stuntwoman?
Blake: I'm a social worker. Please excuse me, I had an emergency situation with my client, and they became especially hostile. I hope I didn't disturb your party.
Cardin: Wait, you're married? Why didn't you tell us?!
Jaune: Oh, I...
Blake: It's my fault. See, this is my second marriage, and I have a child from my first marriage. Jaune was probably still a little uncomfortable with explaining the situation.
Cardin: (Thinking) No way! There's no way in hell Jaune could have been married this whole time! And to such a dignified woman, too?! Time to take him down a peg!.
Cardin: Jaune, you're probably hungry! Try some of these piping hot- WHOOPS! Heh-
Jaune: (Slings tray in circular motion)
Cardin: (Cheese spills on his hand) AGH!
Blake: I appreciate your dedication to not wasting food, but you don't have to make such a show of it.
Jaune: Oh! I'm sorry!
Blake: (Tries food) Mm, but this is good!
Jaune: (Takes a bite) Mm! It is!
Blake: (Giggles) Did you not try it yet?
Cardin: Hey, Blake! I wouldn't get too comfy with Jaune. He's in a pretty nasty business. He gets called every night to give "massages" to clients all over the city!
Velvet: (Covering her face) Cardin, stop...
Jaune: Those were hits. Massage was code for "killing".
Jaune: That was... No, no, it's not what you think, Blake-!
Blake: I think it's amazing~!
Jaune: Huh?
Blake: Jaune lost both of his parents at such a young age, and so many sisters after that. His older sister was too sick to work, and when she was well, he insisted on working hard so that she wouldn't sell her body out of desperation. To suffer such pain and endure after so much agony... Only a special few can ever accomplish such a feat. It's something I've always admired about Jaune.
Jaune: (Blushing, Staring at Blake)
Blake: It's time to go, Jaune. Thank you all for your hospitality.
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sassy-stupid · 8 months
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Sky High
Pairing
partydrugdealer!Sero x f!reader
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18+ only please
Smut
Word count
3.1k
Content warnings
drugs (mostly weed but theres a mention of unnamed party drugs), dubcon (reader is under influence of drugs (weed)), fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampies
Everyone is this fic is 18+
Summary
You've never done drugs before and none other slimefest's very own dealer offers to show you the ropes.
This is my entry to the slimeball summer collab! I got the prompt "festivals"!! I'm super excited about this since it's my first collab but I'm also very nervous haha. @bastardblvd
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"C'mon! It'll be fun!" Your friend's voice was loud and yet you could barely hear it over the murmur of the crowd.
You and your little group of friends had gotten to the first annual edition of slimetown's very own slimeball summerfest early. The original reasoning had been to get a nice place to pitch the tent. The "new and improved" reasoning, according to your friends, was to buy party drugs before their regular dealer started running low.
You'd assumed that was because the price would go up at that point but festival drug dealing wasn't exactly your area of expertise.
"Fine, but you guys gotta watch me okay? I don't want to be the person waking up in a hospital without any memories of their so called 'fun time'," you conceded, letting yourself be pulled along to a neat looking tent.
"This is the drug tent?" you voice your doubt as one of your friends tries to knock on the tent entrance.
She scoffs at you. "Yes it is, why don't you shout it out a little louder. I'm not sure every security guard here heard," she sneers and you hope the drugs will put her into a better mood. "See this?" your other friend taps on the "s" taped on the tent door. "That's our guy's business card."
You snort, the guy didn't even use ductape and the flimsy cellophane tape was already peeling off the tent fabric before the festival had even properly started. Before you can point any of that out to your friends though, the little zipper opens and out comes a lanky looking man who seems about the same age as you.
"As much as I appreciate my clientele ladies, can you either keep it down or come in?" he speaks, moving aside and gesturing you into his tent. The grin on his face friendly and inviting.
You attempt to follow your friends through the small opening but he stops you once you're in front of him. "Haven't seen your face before," he says, and you admit to yourself that his attention on you isn't unwelcome. He's attractive, lean muscles, tan skin and the sluttiest little waist you'd ever seen.
"Yeah, this is not usually my scene, I'm just here for them." You gesture towards your friends as you try to follow them once more. He lets you this time, the inviting grin having slipped into more of an amused smirk.
"I knew it, would've recognized a face like yours," he speaks. Both your friends shoot you looks, one distinctly more annoyed than the other. "And don't you worry. My customer's comfort is of utmost importance to me, I'll help you enjoy yourself." He shoots you a wink and your face heats up, your mind can't help but wander to the possible implications of his words.
"Sero, we didn't come here for you to flirt with (y/n)," your annoyed friend spoke up. She was waving around some cash and the man in front of you took the bait.
"Always so impatient," he says, getting up to rummage through his wares "I've got some new stuff you two may like, wouldn't recommend it for your friend though." He pulls out a bag with what, out of context, would've looked just like candy. Your friend hands him the wad of cash.
"Pleasure doing business with you two, as always, now why don't you two wait outside for a second while I'll teach your friend here the ropes," he requests, you're about to protest but he continues before you can, "awfully crowded in this little tent."
You beg your friends to stay through facial expressions but the fuckers just up and leave, your favourite of the two quickly adding on that they'll wait for you outside.
"So, how much of a first timer are you really?" You know he's talking about drugs but the way he suggestively wiggles his eyebrows implies something else and you realize he's teasing you. Your eyebrows furrow and you're about to give him a piece of your mind when he bursts out laughing. "Sorry, sorry. I always like to joke around to get the edge off a little," he explains. "Though, I have other stuff for that as well." He pulls out a bag of something, it's clearly not the same stuff he just sold your friends but you had no clue what it could be.
He inspects the look on your face and whistles. "Damn, that much of a first timer huh? No worries, I'll talk you through it all" his voice was incredibly smooth and it brought the heat back to your face, you hope he mistakes it for embarrassment.
"Do you always flirt this much? Is that why my friend was shooting me nasty looks?" you ask, trying to deflect. It only causes him to laugh more.
"It's a sales tactic I'm familiar with," he says shooting you another wink. "And not much of a friend, that one. If she's that upset over a flirty comment from her dealer? I can't even imagine the level of jealousy."
"But, you didn't enter my little paradise here to gossip. Let me let you in on how things work around here," he starts, and he does. He tells you all about the drug he's about to sell you, some type of weed called wedding cake? You liked the name if anything. How much it'll cost you and how to smoke it, even offers to show you.
"Can't have my cute little customer bumbling about, not even knowing how to use the stuff I sold her," he explains, nodding in approval as you hold the freshly rolled blunt. "Now let's light it up and I'll show you exactly how to do it." He moves real close to you now, and true to his word he teaches you. The proximity flusters you beyond belief and you think whatever you're smoking right now isn't exactly keeping you clear headed either. You catch yourself looking at his lips more than once and you might not realize it but he catches you too, it makes him chuckle.
"All right, that's enough for now, trust me on that," he tells you. Somewhere deep down you're happy he's doing all of this for you though, makes you giggle. His hand ruffles your hair in response and he speaks again, "let's get you back out to your friends, unless you wanna keep me company?" You're not sure if it's an actual offer or a joke but you laugh either way, already turning towards the exit to find your friends.
You leave the tent to find no one waiting for you, except for a small piece of paper stuck to Sero's tape on the tent entrance. "Hot guy, be back later. Stay safe," it read. Tears well in your eyes. They promised they'd look after you, that's why you agreed to all this in the first place. Now you were all alone, high off your ass, on festival grounds in what is known as the sleaziest town around.
"Aw, come now baby, don't cry." Sero's voice startles you out of your little moment, you'd forgotten he was right behind you. "I'd never leave a cute little customer like you in need," he promises, though you're not entirely sure what the promise entails. He gestures for you to follow him.
Maybe the weed is clouding your mind but you do find yourself following the relative stranger without further questioning, though luckily he comes out with an answer to the question in your mind.
"I'm taking you to my private tent, it's roomier," he explains, his arm around the small of your back now. You lean into it, his warmth feeling nice against your skin.
The crowd had grown since you guys had entered the tent and now there were people everywhere, you were starting to get anxious despite the high you were experiencing. Luckily for you, your ever vigilant dealer noticed.
"Baby, I'm here. You're okay," he says as his thumb strokes your cheek. You think about how normally you'd never let anyone this close but everything about him is just so nice and warm. You lean into his touch entirely and a deep chuckle escapes him. "Want me to really take care of you?" He asks, eyes flitting down to your lips and back up. Yours do the same, except you struggle to pull them back up. You nod nonetheless and he's on you instantly.
You'd kissed plenty of people before but Sero felt different, you wanted to consider that it might be the weed but all you could think of right now was him. The way his lips molded to yours. The way one of his hands dragged up your back and into your hair while the other moved down towards your ass. The way his tongue slipped past your lips and played with yours.
You couldn't suppress the moan that leaves you and and he groans. "Oh aren't you just the cutest, come on, we aren't far." He's pulling you along again before you can complain and you find yourself staring at his ass as he pulls you through a final part of the crowd.
You reach his tent, it does look bigger than the one you just came from but it's placed right in between a few more tents and there's people everywhere. In a moment of clarity you ask him, "but won't people hear?"
The laugh it pulls out of him is attractive but does nothing to ease your worry, and his words certainly don't either. "Sweetness, trust me, that is gonna be the last thing on your mind in a couple of minutes." As he speaks his guiding hand on your lower back slips slightly lower again but you can't find it in you to worry about it anymore, in fact it all feels kind of fun.
So instead you giggle.
The inside of sero's tent is nice, you didn't peg him as the type of guy to decorate his festival tent but apparently business has been good for him. You fawn at one of the cute pillows adorning his mattress. It was a bright yellow and you nearly squealed in excitement as you felt how fuzzy the outside of it was.
"You liking the place?" He asked, the hand that was guiding you from the small of your back had moved to you shoulder and was now pushing you to sit on his mattress. You turn around to face him, looking up at him from your place near the ground  and nod enthusiastically. "Good, I pride myself on my sense for interior design."
He's sinking down next to you on the mattress and only now do you realize it's an air mattress, his weight propping the side you're sitting on up. You stop yourself from giggling once more.
"C'mere pretty girl, I know you're just itching to get touched." His voice dropped into a seductive tone and you notice he's right, ever since he'd kissed you you'd wanted more.
You're nodding along as he reaches out to your face, pulling you into another kiss that feels like the centre of your universe. Though that universe expands the second Sero's hand slips into your pants.
Every place he'd touched you had felt hot so far but the sensation of his hand on your pussy nearly drove you wild.
"S-sero," you managed between frantic kissing. In response he just hummed, not letting your lips stray far as his fingers started playing with you.
"What is it pretty girl? Enjoying yourself? I knew you'd look even prettier like this," he says, his hand picking up speed. Your hands are clutching both his hair and his shirt, he's making you feel like you're floating and you're desperately holding on to something.
"Sero I can't-" you interrupt yourself with a moan, you can't keep yourself quiet. His touch feels divine, silencing yourself would be blasphemy and yet his unoccupied hand hands you the same pillow you'd been admiring before.
"Bite it princess, you wouldn't want everyone to hear now would you?" His words feel like they're meant to tease you but right now, you'd agree with anything he told you. And so you bite down, the fabric feels weird between your teeth. As you do so, he picks up the pace, fingers dancing around inside you as if they're as desperate to please as you are.
And please they do, in Sero's eyes you're practically begging him to let you cum. He's never been one to deny a pretty girl.
Before you know it your pants are off and you underwear is pushed to the side. You hardly even registered him moving you onto your back. You certainly did register his breath on your cunt though.
His tongue made quick work of sucking on your clit and his fingers never did light up on the pace from before so you're screaming into the pillow as you cum on his face in no time at all.
His fingers keep thrusting as he speaks into your pussy, "oh yeah baby, give me all of it." Though he lets up as soon as you start whining in overstimulation.
He chuckles as you start fumbling around with the buttons on his pants. Even though you just came you had to feel if his cock could send you into outer space as well. "Damn (y/n), you want it that bad, huh? Maybe I let you smoke too much," he says, petting your hair as you finally get his pants off. Your hands are teasing his rock hard dick through his boxers. Once both of you manage to get out of the last of your clothes, you lean down attempting to return the favor. He stops you, "Baby, no, I'm taking care of you, remember?" He explains, urging you to lay down on your stomach.
He props a different pillow from the one you're holding up under your hips. Facing away from him is a double edged sword, you couldn't see him, but every touch he laid on you was felt tenfold. You shiver as he drags a finger up you spine, other hand firmly holding your hips in place.
"You ready for this pretty girl? Remember your surprise tool for keeping quiet." He's referring to the pillow but all though leaves your mind as soon as the thick head of his cock drags through your folds. You bite down on the pillow and hug it to your chest tightly. 
He holds his cock up to your entrance and he finally pushes in. He moans quietly as he slips all the way into you, the sound would drive you mad if the feeling of him filling you entirely hadn't already. You'd had sex before but just as your kiss with Sero had been different, this was too.
He's only just pushed in and you already felt on the verge of climax. "Damn baby, you liking it that much? You're like a fucking vice," he tells you, both his hands coming up to your hips, pushing you down into the mattress so he could fuck into you.
You're making what you hope are small noises of approval and he seems to take it as a sign to really start fucking you, or taking care of you as he'd call it.
You hadn't been wrong, his cock was taking you to outer space if the stars you were seeing were any indication. You don't know how long he's pushing into you like that but you do know that before long he's pumping his cum into you with a deep groan, but not quite stopping before he feels you cum all over his dick again.
"See? Took real good care of you right?" He praises himself as he gets up. You're about to whine about him leaving when he comes back with a couple of napkins. "Sorry about this pretty girl, but I wasn't exactly prepared for this today," he apologizes. "I'd have at least brought wet wipes." He cleans you up as good as he can and the next hour or so is spent cuddling and snacking on whatever Sero puts into your hands. Before you know it you're dozing off.
You blink the sleep out of your eyes as you roll around on the air mattress, hands finding paper instead of a warm body next to you. You groggily get up, patting the bed until you found the note again.
Sleep leaves you quickly when you see the money taped to the note. You snort at what you read.
"Dear (y/n), my favorite customer.
Pussy too good to charge. Gotta go back to my small business now, keep the pillow you liked so much as a reminder.
And whenever you want more than just a reminder, call me.
xxx-xxx-xx"
You snort again at his antics before pulling yourself together and climbing out of his tent. You'd decided that it was for the best if you went back to your own tent for the night. Hopefully you'd find your friends there too.
You weaved through the crowd effortlessly now that you'd slept off whatever that stuff did to you. The walk over was giving you time to consider your night. It wasn't like you'd had a bad time, you bite your lip remembering it, quite the opposite actually. The only part that bothered you was the way you'd been ditched by your friends and left with a guy whose clear intent was to fuck you.
Your friends have quite something to make up to you, is the conclusion you come to as your arrive at your shared tent. You hear the commotion before you can even enter.
"How was I supposed to know that was THE slimetown freeloader?" your annoying friend called out. She had her hands buried in her face and she looked like she'd been crying.
"How about you just don't let random men BLINDFOLD you in our tent next time? That way they can't run off with our pillows!" Your other friend replied, obviously pissed off at the loss of the fluffy item.
The two of you take a bit to notice you but they gawk the second they see you hug the furry yellow pillow closer to your chest. "Where'd you get that pillow?" The question sounds more like an accusation coming from the pillowless girls but you're the one with a reason to be upset here so you just shrug and say, "Sero gave it to me, along with a refund and his number."
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