#last time i had tinder i deleted it in a week

[seventeenpins]

bloom

pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader

word count: 5.8k

summary: part three of bad girl. you decide to go out on a tinder date. joel gets jealous.

warnings: joel is an asshole, stepcest, infidelity, oral sex, somnophilia (mentioned) unsafe piv, creampie, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, smidge of role reversal (really just two stubborn people being stubborn), multiple orgasms, romance almost????, joel is sad and lost and possibly in love but mainly just wants to be wanted (but is bad at talking about real things), maybe not edited as much as it ought to be--pls tell me if there are any glaring issues you notice

a/n: finally finally actually got this finished weeks after i was certain i'd be posting. thanks to @livingdeadmaria for the jealousy angle. kinda gets away from itself, but i hope very much that you enjoy. i can't begin to express how much i appreciate your thoughtful messages and comments and interactions 💕

these past few weeks had gone by in a blur and you're hyperaware of how quickly the time is passing. joel had been taking good care of you, fucking you pretty much any time your mom was out of the house, and a couple times when she wasn't.

after casually mentioning how you'd love for him to make you feel good every minute of the day, he had laughed.

"doubt you'd want me makin' ya feel good if you're not even awake to enjoy it," he'd said.

"are you kidding me? waking up to you playing with me sounds like a dream," you told him, and he stilled, swallowing deeply.

your mom would pass out heavily after a night of drinking, and when her snores started in earnest, joel would sneak into your room, lock the door, and wake you up by dragging a palm over your tits, pinching at your nipples, rubbing a finger along your pussy, all the while telling you how good you're doin', that you taste so fuckin' sweet, god you're a fuckin angel when you're sleepin', and the one that you heard him say right as you woke up with his fingers deep in your cunt and a hand on your breast, already all worked up, and you came instantly; "you'd better hush that goddamn mouth or i'll hush it for you, baby, you gotta be quiet for daddy or your momma might wake up and then daddy won't be able to make you feel good like this-"

so no, you weren't unsatisfied with your sex life. in fact, you were more than satisfied.

it scared the hell out of you.

you were waiting, you realised, for shit to hit the fan. for joel to get bored with you. to get too busy. to come to his senses.

and, after all, the summer would be over soon, and you'll be back to your usual life. getting absolutely railed by your stepdad didn't exactly seem like something that was sustainable, long-term.

the two of you had never defined this, but you decided you needed a palate cleanser. something that'd catapult you back into the real world. if you ended up with a disappointing hookup, so be it. most hookups were, and the pornographically cinematic sex you were having with joel couldn't last forever. hell, you expected him to file for divorce any day now, and the likelihood of having any kind of relationship after he'd gone for good seemed very low indeed.

and so you decided that it was unhealthy to focus on only one person, especially when monogamy had never suited you, and the one person just so happened to be your stepdad.

you'd never deleted tinder but you couldn't remember the last time you'd opened the app. at this point, you'd convinced yourself you kept it because you thought of it as a kind of sociological study -- you endured because it meant you got to examine the extremes of human behavior and it was absolutely fucking fascinating.

so you scrolled aimlessly, appreciating the change in the pool of people that was your hometown, but quickly cursing yourself when you saw that a former student teacher of yours had just super liked you. horrifying.

you stared at your phone screen--swiping left on almost everyone, adjusting your filters to include ages 25-50, and feeling wholeheartedly disappointed at what tinder had to offer--until one face popped up. you'd almost swiped left by default, but stopped yourself just in time.

it's your old high school boyfriend, connor. not your first. not your last. but the most serious you'd had throughout high school, and definitively one of the best sexual experiences you'd had before your twenties. you'd ended things on good terms before you each went off to college.

his entire profile, you decide, is an assortment of green flags containing exactly what you need; looking for short term fun. social drinker and 420 friendly.

he's got a couple of goofy pictures, but he's aged well in the past decade, and you'd be down to find out if he's as good a lay as you remember. no possibility of falling in love; you're both only in town for the summer, nor are you looking for anything long-term. and, you add on to your mental list of reasons, he was never a creep, nor a murderer, and though that's a very low bar it's still nice to clear it. you can work with this. you swipe right and it's a match!

your mom has a girls weekend planned that you think might actually involve her and her friends, and joel told you he'll be out all weekend for his brother's bachelor party, so that's when you decide to set your date. it's nice to have the option to bring a guy back home and not have to worry about any awkward situations.

it's a friday night and you are all dolled up. your dress is tight, your tits look amazing, and the bar is lively. tonight is clearly the night to be out. there's a celebration going on in the corner with an incredibly drunk birthday girl scream-singing along to the music. pool tables packed. a group of men loudly complaining about the friend they're waiting for who's always late.

it doesn't take you long to spot connor. he's there, looking surprisingly good, leaning against the bar. a flash of dazzling white greets you when he catches your eye, grinning.

"hey," connor calls over to you, "it's been a minute! you look great!"

he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and looks you up and down, eyes sweeping over the spill of your cleavage and cinch of your curves. you know you look good, and he knows it too.

"wasn't sure if this was still your drink," he tells you, passing you a mojito, "but this is for you."

"i can't believe you remembered!" you tell him--mojitos used to be your favorite-- "i usually go for something less sweet these days, but i still love em. thank you."

you take a sip and watch as he takes a big gulp of his beer. the condensation on the bottle drips down his thumb, a drop of moisture hanging on for a moment before falling. his arms are nicer than you remember, veins drawn in beautiful patterns, muscles tensing at seemingly the slightest movement.

yeah, you could fuck him.

he offers you a questioning half smile and you realise you've really just been staring at him, not sure how long for. "didn't realise how hot you'd gotten," you tell him, and he cracks up. any uncomfortable tension dissolves, and you relax into it. you're almost able to forget about joel miller.

you're having a great night. one drink turns to three and before you know it, you're on the dance floor, enjoying the sensation of connor's hands all over you--holding your waist, brushing your cheek, groping at your ass as you grind together, both of you hot and sweaty and feeling wonderful. you turn your face to connor and kiss him, hot and passionate, running your tongue along his perfect teeth. it's... nice. he lets out a little whimper, which you like, but where joel would've leaned in deeper, cupped your face, tangled his hands in your hair and growled into your mouth in response, connor pulls back and practically giggles. "you're so sexy, baby," he says, and that's all fine and good, but it's not as exciting as you'd hoped. it just feels bland.

but you've made the effort to come out, and you're not gonna give up just yet.

you kiss him again, trying to will a bit of passion into the exchange, but all of a sudden he's shoved aside by some asshole barrelling past and he's nearly knocked over.

"hey what the fuck!" connor shouts, and the person who shoved into him stops. turns to you both.

before you see his face, you know it's him. broad shoulders and a muscled back. patchy beard. great forearms. and his jaw is set in the most beautiful scowl you've ever seen.

"joel-" you gasp.

this wasn't part of the plan. why the fuck is he here?

then you notice the group of somewhat rowdy men in the corner, right in the direction he was heading. one of them calls over in his direction, and he holds up a finger before turning back to you.

this must be his brother's bachelor party.

connor looks between the two of you. "you know this guy?" he asks, and you nod. he turns to joel. "you need to watch where you're walking, man."

a muscle in joel's clenched jaw ticks as he stares him down, and connor takes a tiny step back.

"connor," you say, "this is, uh, this is joel. my stepdad. joel, this is connor."

"oh," connor says, "well, just be more careful next time. nice to meet you, man. joel."

he extends a hand, which joel blatantly ignores as he fixes you with a gaze.

"best be gettin' home, sweetheart," he says, tone colder than you've ever heard it before. you swear you can see a vein in his forehead pulsing. "it's getting late."

you raise your eyebrows. is he... mad? and if so, is this the best he can do? "joel, it's a friday night. i'm having a good time, and i'm gonna keep having a good time."

he stares you down.

"that alright?" you ask, a challenge.

he grits his teeth again and nods sharply, hissing out a fine, throwing one last glare at connor before he walks away rigidly.

connor frowns at you and you shrug, but you glance over at joel, watching him retreat.

now that you know he's here, at this bar, it's almost impossible not to keep looking over at him.

he looks strangely awkward over there, like he's trying to appear relaxed but is following a relaxation guide written by aliens. he's rigid. uncomfortable. a man clasps him on the shoulder (his brother?) and doubles over in a laugh, which he seems to join half-heartedly. you can see how he's holding his beer with a white-knuckled grasp. his shoulders have relaxed a little, but in a way that looks intentional. you're not sure if anyone else would notice, but you've watched joel a lot these past few weeks. you can see it. you don't know what that means.

as connor tells you all about his work, you catch joel looking at you, too. there are a few times your eyes meet and something would flash between you. if connor noticed that you were distracted, he didn't show it.

you're a few more drinks in, loose and warm, getting quite cosy, when connor's phone starts to buzz. he glances the name on the caller id and his eyes go wide. "i'm so sorry," he tells you, points at his phone, "a friend of mine's going through a hard time--i need to get this. excuse me a minute?"

"of course!" you tell him, and watch him head outside for some quiet.

it takes less than two minutes before you feel joel sidle up beside you. you know it's him before you even turn to look.

"hi, joel," you say, and he grunts in response.

you're silent for a moment.

"so," you try again, "you wanna tell me why you look like you've been chewing a lemon?"

he frowns. "huh?"

"sour," you supply.

he rolls his eyes.

"don't like seein ya with that boy."

"oh really?" you ask, "and how is that any of your business? has he offended you in some way?"

he shrugs. "just don't like it."

"i'm gonna try again, joel. what's your fuckin problem?"

he huffs out a breath. "a fuckin' kid like that's just tryin' to get his dick wet."

"i should hope so," you scoff, "that's kinda the point."

"seriously?" his voice drops to a lower register, "am i not takin' good enough care of you?"

"no, joel, it's not-"

he cuts you off, "hush, girl-" and despite the quiet of his words, now you notice the slight slur to them. "cos how i remember it," he tells you, "just a day ago you were cryin' my name, ridin' my cock."

you feel your face heat, but he keeps going- "would you let that boy fuck you raw? huh?" he doesn't even give you a chance to respond. "guess you really do take after your momma, huh? mother's a whore and her daughter is too."

"fuck you joel-"

"worst mistake of my fuckin' life getting mixed up with all this shit- with you-"

rage surges through you, shoving aside any embarrassment you felt earlier, and before you can stop yourself, you slap joel across the face.

the impact breaks something that's been building and you both reel back, deflated. you stare at each other for a moment in shock and silence. the place your hand made contact with him starts to bloom blotchy red.

joel rubs his jaw with his palm and winces. "okay, i deserved that," he huffs.

you soften just a little, "you did deserve that."

"i shouldn't be talkin' to ya like that," he groans, chastened, "not your fault. i've had too much to drink, i think. gonna stick with water the rest of the night."

"can we call a truce for tonight?" you ask. connor could be back any moment now and you aren't gonna do any of this in front of him. but as unreasonable as joel's being, you don't wanna hurt him. your anger has all but dissolved and you just want peace.

"sure," he says, "truce."

you smile, half-hearted.

"so, big bachelor party, huh?" you ask, nodding at his group still in the corner.

"hah," he breathes, "yeah. can't believe my little brother's gettin' married."

"which one is he?"

joel points. "over there. the one in th' button-down, currently double fistin' his beer."

you roll your eyes. "no wonder you're so fucked up. must run in the family," you say pointedly, and he knows he's not off the hook for his earlier jibe.

a pause.

"so, who is this guy?" he asks, and he notices you tense. "no, no, i'm not gonna- be more of an asshole."

"good."

"so?"

"his name is connor. we dated back in high school. just seemed like a safe option for a hookup. no strings, any of that."

joel hums. grimaces. "seems a bit young for you, hmm? you seem to like your men old and grey, not bright eyed and bushy tailed."

you snort and roll your eyes, "oh, fuck off."

the moment falls between you.

"look, joel. i don't know what- this is between us." you gesture between the two of you, "like, it's not... sustainable. i know that. you're married to my fuckin' mom, and that's not even touching our age gap."

he sighs. "yeah. i know."

"so, what is it you want? from me? from this?"

he huffs out a breath. "truth is, i don't know," he admits.

"well, you sure as fuck had better figure it out

"he finds out his wife's cheating on him, he fucks her daughter-"

"hey, don' say it like that-"

"-and then gets jealous at the thought of her daughter fucking someone else."

"hey now-"

"am i wrong?"

silence. an awkward cough.

"no," he concedes, "you're not wrong. and i don't know what this is, but i do know what i want."

"and what's that?"

"you."

you stare at one another. he leans towards you, his voice gravelly, barely above a whisper.

"i want you to forget all about that boy. i wanna make you feel good, as much as i can for as long as i can. i wanna make you come on my tongue, and my fingers, and my cock. i wanna hear you scream my name-"

your breath hitches and you can almost taste the whiskey on his warm breath as it tickles your cheek. joel's hand is gripping your arm now and the grip is a comfort.

of course, that's the exact moment connor reappears.

"hey, there, sorry it took so long! really glad i picked up-"

you and joel pull back, and mostly manage to pull off looking casually friendly, but connor misreads it entirely and looks between the two of you.

and then he turns on joel.

"get off her ass, old man," he hisses, "she's an adult, and you're not even her dad! she can stay out if she wants to!"

joel stares at him, wide-eyed, startled as hell, and you do your best to stifle a laugh at the idea of joel being your actual dad. yikes.

"it's okay babe," you reach out to connor, patting his arm to soothe him. "joel and i were just catching up. is your friend okay?"

his eyes dart between you before he tries to catch up. recalibrate.

"uh, yeah-" he says, "yeah he was having a hard time but i think he's doing better now."

another glance to joel. back to you.

"so, uh-" he ventures, tentative, "do you wanna get out of here?"

if it hadn't been for joel turning up at this bar, you'd say yes in a heartbeat.

but you know for a damn fact that isn't gonna happen now.

"ah shit, connor, i'm sorry. i'm feeling a bit off tonight, and i think i should call it an early night."

"oh."

"i'm really sorry, it really was nice to see you."

connor sighs, nods, and then flashes you one last dazzling smile.

"you too," he says, and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "take care of yourself, yeah? and if you ever wanna meet up again, just let me know."

you nod and watch as he walks away.

it's only a moment later that you feel joel's hand snake around your waist and hold you close to him. it's familiar and lovely, the callouses that trace across your skin.

'i think," you tell him, "you should tell your group you're heading out soon."

he looks over at the group and one of them waves at him with a confused expression on his face.

"and then i want you to meet me in the bathroom. single stall at the end of the hallway. don't make me wait more than ten minutes."

joel's mouth goes very dry very quickly, and he nods almost too eagerly. his pupils are blown and you can't get enough of the bead of sweat that rolls from his temple.

"good boy," you tell him and he gulps. turns away from you and back to his group.

you walk towards the bathrooms and catch his gaze and a brief nod as you walk by him.

you feel exhilarated. goosebumps prickle up and down your arms and your stomach flips in an excited swoop. you've inadvertently just swapped roles. you didn't tend to take the lead, at least not in this way. if anything, you tended to beg, please daddy, please fuck me.

after you close the bathroom door behind you, you take a moment to collect yourself. you adjust your hair, smooth out your dress, and wait.

a few minutes pass, and then--a knock at the door. three gentle raps; a rhythm you know so well.

you open the door, grab him by the collar, and pull him in.

he practically squeaks as he's pulled through, but then you're pressing him against the door and he melts under you. he lets out a long, throaty groan as your tongue drags along his jaw, your hands slapping his out of the way as you undo the buttons of his shirt and rake your nails down his chest.

"gonna put your money where your mouth is?" you ask. his brow furrows. "gonna make me feel good, daddy?"

"yes-" he moans and devours your mouth in a kiss. pulls away, breathless, "what do you want, baby, tell me--"

"mouth. and fingers."

"god yes-"

before you have a moment to react, he hikes the skirt of your dress up and backs you up against the sink. "get on up, baby," he says, and you do, hopping up onto the sink with your skirt around your waist and your panties on full display, damp and translucent with your slick. you lean back against the mirror and joel grabs at your thighs, spreading them wider apart.

when he sees how wet you are, he lets out a strangled moan. "jesus christ, honey-" he says, and drags his forefinger along your slit, through your panties, "you're gonna fuckin' kill me."

then he looks at you with those dark, beautiful eyes. searches your face. then drops to his knees.

he starts by mouthing against your panties, just his lips at first, but then he starts to lick and suck at you, sucking your slick from the fabric.

"cute panties," he tells you, and then he's got his fingers hooked on the waistband and pulls them down and off you, helping to lift your hips.

then, when they're off, he wraps them around his hand, buries his nose into his fist and inhales deeply.

"fucking hell, joel-" you breathe, and he turns a little pink, grinning sheepishly. fuckin' joel miller sniffing your panties. how is it that that's the hottest thing you've ever seen?

he doesn't liger too long, though. before you know it, his big hands are grabbing at your thighs again, holding you open. then he's tracing a fingertip along your cunt. prodding in, just a little. pushing your folds open and looking at how messy you already are. sloppily scissoring his fingers, opening you up

"needy little thing, huh?" joel asks and you nod.

leaving his fingers inside, he pulls the hood of your clit back with his thumb and leans in to kitten lick it. it leaves you writhing, but the grip of his other hand on your thigh helps keep you in place. he pulls back, just a little, and spits on your pussy. rubs it in with the thumb, giving you the most lovely pressure, extra slick exactly where you need it.

pumps gently, leaning back in to start licking you in earnest. after a few lazy pumps, he hooks his fingers in you and starts pressing into you with more speed, more urgency.

he pulls back for only a moment and you can see that his moustache and his bottom lip are glistening with your slick. he opens his mouth to praise you, telling you those perfect sounds you're makin' are drivin' me crazy, honey, love how you let daddy know just how good he's makin ya feel, that's it, don't hold back-

and suddenly you're coming.

despite the dullness from the alcohol, and the fact that you're propped up on a sink and just realising your back is smashed up against an uncomfortable knobby faucet--despite all that--waves of pleasure surge through you, hot and bright at your core, flowing across your entire body as you ride his fingers, practically sobbing his name.

your hips rock back up, forcing his fingers deeper into you, and he holds you tight as you ride it through.

for a moment, your vision is replaced with a million little black dots, but then the haze clears and you see joel kneeling in front of you, one hand with stilled fingers still inside you, the other, grasping your hip and holding on gently but firmly.

it takes you longer than you expected to come down from it, but after a few minutes you've gathered yourself.

joel's no longer fingering you, instead rubbing soothing circles to a sensitive bit right at the inside of your thigh. he's telling you lovely things, and you bask in the sensation of his closeness.. you notice his fingers feel funny, but you let out a giggle when you realise they're pruney from being inside you.

he notices what you're looking at and snorts. then thinks for a moment. decides.

"you got any plans tonight?" joel asks you.

"just connor," you laugh, and joel glowers, unimpressed.

"but no, this was much better. and i have no other plans tonight. got something in mind?"

he nods, and suddenly looks almost bashful. "i've got a hotel room. technically part of the bachelor party, but my room's at the opposite end of the hallway from the rest of the party."

you grin.

"i know-" he starts, "i know we hardly ever have a chance to sleep in a bed together. but this could be a chance. if you want?"

for the second time this evening, you grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss.

the hotel is really only ten minutes away, but it feels like about five million hours.

you're trying not to look recently fucked, and joel's trying not to let his enormous hard-on look visible through his jeans.

you both sit rigidly in the back seat of the cab. neither of you know if you're being too cautious, or not cautious enough, but you both want to keep whatever you're doing between just the two of you.

despite the distance, though, you can still feel the tug between you. you could cut the tension with a knife. it's only when you arrive at your destination do you feel like you can breathe again. you don't know how, but you know joel feels it too.

there was always the risk that joel's brother could, potentially, run into them in the elevator.

so, all things considered, it was a really, really stupid idea to fool around on the elevator ride to the tenth floor.

"think they have cameras in here?" you ask, and joel snorts.

"if they do, they'll be getting quite a show, huh baby?"

"yes daddy," you agree, and joel groans at your words, closing his eyes, his head tilting back to rest against the cool metal wall behind him. he feels you undo his zipper, unfastens his belt and the button of his jeans. then the wet warmth of your mouth is wrapped against the head of his cock and his groan turns into a shudder of absolute pleasure.

his pants are still up at his hips, cock hanging out impressively. you drag your nails along his thighs all the same, providing enough pressure so he doesn't lose sensation through the fabric.

his hands are tangled up in your hair as you pull his hips towards you, encouraging him to fuck your throat. he's getting frantic, when the elevator suddenly dings!

you break apart instantly and for a moment your stomach flips as you're certain someone else is about to walk into the elevator, but then you realise you've arrived at your floor.

joel composes himself, slicks his sweaty hair back and pulls his pants back up, pretending to ignore the enormous hard-on straining against the fabric.

"this way," he tells you, and you follow him.

any initial reversal of your usual roles becomes a rhythm of give and take. you're barely through the door before joel's grabbing at the hem of your dress and pulling it up and over your shoulders. unhooks your bra and tosses it to the floor.

he stands there and stares at you for a moment, mapping out every curve, every angle, every stretch mark. you're completely bare for him, your panties still in his pocket.

then he's on you, hands gripping your waist, your jaw, stroking over your breasts, fingers dragging over your bellybutton, cupping your pussy-- the sensation is overwhelming, almost too much. if someone told you he'd grown extra hands, you'd believe them; his touch is all over you.

"you feel so good baby," he tells you as his hands slide down to grab at your ass, "you sweet thing-"

you work at unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it off his arms. you pull off his belt, too, which he never rebuckled. shuck his pants down, drop to your knees.

but then he pulls you back up. "uh-uh," he shakes his head, "get on this bed right now for daddy. i wanna taste you while you taste me."

you scoot back onto the bed and lay down, your head near the pillows. joel walks around the bed and kisses you once more, deeply, and then he yanks off his socks and straddles your face.

"this okay baby?" he asks. his cock is thick and heavy and hanging against your cheek.

"yes, daddy-" you tell him, and move to take a tentative lick of his swollen head.

"good girl," he groans and stretches out. you grab his cock with one hand, gripping onto his hip with the other. you guide his cock in your mouth, relaxing and opening your throat just how you need to for this angle. the salty tang is perfect, and you can feel his body tremble.

then you can feel his breath on your abdomen as he trails kisses down and down and down and then his lips meet yours, his hands grip your ass, and he's pointed his tongue in the most delicious way as it flicks over your clit and then inside you. you're doing your best to stay focused on sucking his cock--you know he hasn't gotten off once yet tonight--but the sensation starts to build and build and build and it's all you can do to at least keep your throat open for him to fuck into as he brings you towards another climax.

he holds onto you as you come, as if any distance would cause you to disintegrate. you ride his tongue, dazed by the sensation, the brush of his beard, the way he's gotten loud and feral as he licks up the slick of your release. your thighs are wet, both from your own arousal and his spit, and as you come back to yourself, you know you need him to fuck you.

"joel-," you say, and he ignores you, continuing to lick at you.

"joel, please-," you beg, "need your cock so bad. need you to fuck me, to fill me up-"

he pulls back, "try again," and then dives in again.

"daddy, please!", you cry, and it comes out almost as a shout.m

"there's my good girl," he tells you, and swings his leg back over you so he's no longer straddling your face. he holds his dick and slaps it a few times on your cheek. "need this cock filling you up?"

"yes."

"better beg for it, baby girl."

you fucking love when he makes you beg, but you hate it too. he walks around the bed and then kneels on the foot of it. hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you towards him.

"need it, daddy. use this pussy, use me, please-" your begging has turned to whining, and joel's eyes are blown black, hard and beautiful as he looks at you.

"fill me up with your cum, take your pleasure from me, daddy, let me be so good for you."

in a single fluid motion, he yanks your knees up onto his shoulders and fucks into you in with a single long thrust.

you scream out, it's so much and so good.

"such a good girl, huh?" he asks you, cupping your jaw as he pounds into you. it's not soft, not languid, not gentle. he sets a brutal pace, his hips stuttering, cock ramming into you again and again and again. "sweet little toy for me to use, aren't you baby? keep that pussy open wide for your daddy, huh? so wet for me, you just wanna make daddy feel good, don'tcha?"

the sensation is too much, his coarse hair grinding against your clit as he fucks so deeply into you, sending sparks flying through you at the thought of it. he presses a palm into your belly, just below your navel, and the pleasure increases beautifully.

you've lost the ability to form coherent sentences, just "yes, yes, yes, so good daddy, so fucking deep, you're so big, such a big fuckin' cock, fuck!"

his moans have turned into strangled grunts, all his focus on getting himself off in you. you adjust your hips just a little and the angle allows him to press in just that little bit deeper.

"you love feeling me in here, don't ya?" he asks, pressing his fingers harder into your belly, pulling a moan from you you weren't expecting. his eyes flicker back to your face and his eyes crinkle, "takin' daddy's cock so nice."

then he moves his fingers back down to play with your clit again.

"gettin' close, baby," he tells you, "but i need just one more from ya. can you do that, pretty girl? come one more time on daddy's dick?"

you whine and writhe but you know you can--it's already building--and you tell him so.

"that's my good girl," he praises, his fingertips slick and teasing as he coaxes another orgasm out of you.

it hits you like a freight train, and suddenly you're spasming around him, sucking his cock almost deeper inside you, exploding with waves and waves of pleasure. you scream, and he lets out a strangled cry before he spills inside you.

it takes a few minutes before either of you move again. he pulls himself out gingerly, and you wince at the lack of fullness.

"took it so nice, baby," he tells you, and cupping a soothing hand over your pussy, being careful to avoid your clit or anything too sensitive. he pulls his hand away and looks at the mess on it, your come mixed together and dripping out of you. "so good for me."

then he kisses you, gentle, sweet and deep.

he runs a shower for the both of you and scrubs you both clean. it's possibly the most tender moment you've had with him, as he tucks a wet lock of your hair back, kissing you again as his softened cock presses against you and you let yourself savour the sensation of your bodies inhabiting the same space.

joel sorts through the linens and changes the sheets before you go to bed. it's unnecessary and oddly thoughtful, something you didn't really expect.

he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as you snuggle in together. you can feel your eyelids growing heavy, but joel brings you back to him before you can drift off properly.

"you asked what this is between us. what i wanted."

you stay silent, waiting for him to continue.

"i-" he falters, "i still don't know. but i know that i care for you."

"joel-"

"and i know there's no place i'd rather be right now."

you let that sit for a moment. then turn and kiss him.

"go to sleep, joel."

"okay, pretty lady."

he pulls you close and you drift off in his arms.

#joel miller smut #tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller x reader #stepdad!joel

[this-sapphic-paradise]

Barbie starts dating and Gloria feels jealous, maybe even an eventual love confession

Hope you like it!

And let me know if I should write a follow up!

"Mom," Sasha's exasperated tone makes Gloria's hackles raise before she can even finish her sentence. "You *have* to put yourself out there again. It's been what, a year since you and dad divorced." The teen looked at Barbie for support, but doll-turned-human used her perfect poker face, staring straight ahead to avoid being pulled into the discussion. (One year in the real world had been enough time to learn some social cues.)

"Traitor," Sasha mock-whispered at Barbie.

"It's *only* been a year," Gloria corrected, busying herself with dinner. "I don't hear you nagging Barbie to start dating."

"That's because I am dating," Barbie supplied, hoping to be helpful. (Not *all* cues.)

Gloria almost dropped the pan she was holding in her haste to turn around. "You are?!"

The look of shock and... sadness? in Gloria's eyes confused Barbie. "Should I not be?"

"No, no..." Gloria shook her head and softened her features into a careful neutral face. "Of course you should. You should date as much or as little as you want, just-" a sad smile tugged on her lips, "don't let bad people harden your heart, okay?"

Sasha observed the exchange, looking from her mom to Barbie and then back again. *Okay...* She mouthed to herself, knowing it would go unnoticed by the two women who were staring lovingly at each other.

"Whatever. What's for dinner?"

------

It's not like Gloria hadn't tried to get back into the dating game. She had downloaded all the typical apps—Tinder, Bumble, Hinge—, she had even ventured on Plenty of Fish before she understood the error of her ways and deleted her account immediately. But the apps made her feel like she was shopping for people, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, and so, she had deleted them.

What was left for her to do? She wondered, still thinking about Sasha's incessant request a week after the incident in the kitchen, getting cozy on the couch under a soft blanket to watch the latest cult documentary (a welcomed change from all the murder true crime shows she watched). She wasn't in her twenties anymore, she didn't want to go out partying every weekend, so where was she supposed to meet men her age? Did men her age even want to date women as old as them??

"You have that look on your face," Barbie commented, joining Gloria on the couch and shimming under the blanket to make herself warm.

"The look of a tired, working mother?"

Barbie grinned, having grown rather fond of Gloria's little sarcastic quips. "No, that look is beautiful," she said earnestly. "The look that something is bothering you."

Gloria shook her head, trying to ignore how Barbie's honest compliments always sank sharp teeth into her heart. She pressed play on the remote and she pretended to pay attention to it simply so she wouldn't have to look into those soul-searching eyes as she spoke. "How has dating been going for you?"

"Hm..." Barbie took a second to think. "I've been on seven dates since last week—"

"What?!?"

Barbie blinked. "One each night, basically."

"How can you afford that??"

She shrugged, "I never have to pay for anything. All the men and women I've seen insisted on paying for me."

Gloria was mid thought of 'Of course they are paying for you,' when it registered that Barbie had said she was going on dates with women too. It should have been obvious, really, that Barbie would see women as perfectly viable companions, but for some reason Gloria had never considered that for herself.

"And... which have you liked best, women or men?"

Barbie scrunched up her nose as she thought about it. "It's difficult to find any man here who is interested in more than my looks and many of them are terrible kissers—though I'm not sure I'm a good one myself-"

"Of course you are," Gloria interrupted without thinking about what she was saying.

"Can you tell just by looking at me?" Barbie asked, wondering if that was another human thing she still had to learn.

"Uh..." Gloria blinked a few times, trying to come up with a good explanation for that intrusive thought at the same time as she tried to comprehend why the thought of Barbie not being a good kisser felt like an affront to her.

"I-I just know that you're very intuitive and kind, and I'm sure someone like that would know how to kiss well," she explained, hoping it sounded like a well-thought-out reason.

Barbie beamed at that, taking Gloria's words at face value.

"So, yeah, I think I'm much more inclined to keep dating women than men. But no girl has invited me nor agreed to go on a second date."

Gloria frowned again. How was that possible?? "Have any of them told you why?"

"They said they couldn't get into another situationship with a woman who's living with her partner and her daughter." Barbie shrugged and continued, "I don't know why that's such a problem for them, but if they see it that way, then I'm better off."

"Barbie..." Gloria tilted her head, her heart melting. "They think you and I are dating, or that we are exes but still live together. That's why they don't want to get involved." She chuckled, but her chest ached a little. "We *are* partners, but not in the way they think."

"Oh! Well... that makes way more sense now," Barbie laughed and got more comfortable on the couch, unbothered by the fact that a misunderstanding might have cost her a few dates.

-----

Rollerblading had been something Gloria and Sasha had taken up as mother-daughter bonding activity and both truly cherished the moments they spent together (even though Sasha still put up a bit of front as it was expected of a teenager).

They were enjoying the breeze as they skated down their regular route when Gloria suddenly blurted out, "Would it be weird if I started seeing women?"

Sasha almost fell flat on her face—not due to the question, but the abruptedness of it. She eyed her mother with an unreadable expression for a few seconds before smirking and asking, "Women or Barbie?"

"What?!? No! I mean-"

"Mom," Sash laughed, grabbing her mother's hand. "Either is totally fine and not weird at all. I mean, it'd be *really* weird to have a real life Barbie as a step-mom, but-" she shrugged, "I've been waiting for you to realize you've been in love with her from the moment you laid eyes on her."

Gloria wanted to deny it, she wanted to say Sasha was mistaken, that she had still been in love with her ex husband when they met Barbie, but she knew she would be lying. All Gloria could do was thank the heavens for the fact that Sasha did not seem to be traumatized by the changes in their family.

"There's no step-mom just yet," Gloria said shyly, choosing to stay away from heavy topics for the time being. "Do you think she would go on a date with me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes at her mom. "I've seen the way you too look at each other. I think it gave me literal cavities. It's disgusting, really."

Laughing at her daughter's dramatics, Gloria sighed and said, "I guess I'll ask her out then." Her heart soared with the possibilities the future held, and she could only hope Barbie would say yes.

#barbie x gloria #my fic #sorry for the long format Im on mobile #hope yall like it though!

[lesbiansgoal]

I think the Dating Gods are messing with me...

Last week, I (38F) matched with a woman (33F) on Bumble. We had great conversation over the phone & planned to meet. This person proceeded to reschedule on me twice... even on the day of our rescheduled date, she kept pushing the time by an hour cause she was busy with work and eventually asked for a raincheck. Since she didn't actually pick a different day, I figured she wasn't interested anymore and deleted our conversation and moved on.

Fast forward to this week, I matched with a woman (35F) on Tinder. After a bit of conversation and looking through her instagram - I come to learn that this new new match, is my rainchecker's EX!!

I'm convinced the dating gods are looking down at me laughing...

The lesbian world is just too small...

#wlw #glg #w4w #love is love #bumble #tinder

[awordwasthebeginning]

Moonacre Week 2023

Day 07: Matches

2023

It's nothing short of a miracle that Maria notices the power cut in the first place, considering she has been trying to meditate in the half-dark of the summer night. Maybe it is the particular mindfulness which allows her to sense that something has changed – the small fridge has stopped humming, instead there is the muffled sound of chaos in the distance. When she goes to pick up her phone, the charging light has stopped blinking at 87%.

She quickly checks her notifications. It’s all over BBC News, of course. The facilities team have sent an e-mail asking to remain calm, the emergency power supply shall be provided soon, etc. A short You alright in L? from Ben, which she marks with a thumbs-up emoji. Three more messages from – oh, this guy again. Has she not been clear about her disinterest in someone who makes hating cats their entire personality? She rolls her eyes, blocks him, and deletes Tinder from her phone entirely, saving her phone a bit of battery and herself some nerves.

A knock distracts her from her annoyance. She makes her way over to the door in the flickering candlelight and opens it by a few inches.

“Hi.” The person in the hallway fumbles with their phone for a moment before they turn on the flashlight. “Sorry, that probably still looks creepy. Uh, I’m Robin, I moved into 405 last week –”

He points at the door diagonally opposite Maria’s. “I’m sorry for knocking at this time of night, but I wanted to ask if you have a spare charger or something? My phone battery is really low, and I can’t see shit in my flat – or a lighter, maybe? I know we’re not supposed to have open fire in the rooms, but…”

Maria suppresses a grin and opens the door a bit wider. Robin stops waffling and looks over her shoulder. She can see the lights turning on in his head, so to speak.

“You have candles!”

“Don’t tell the RA.”

“I won’t if you’re willing to share.” His wink looks a bit creepy in the phone’s flashlight, too, but his tone is playful, and she hasn’t got any other plans for tonight, so she might as well play along.

“Blackmail? Very classy.”

He tilts his head. “Please?”

Maria wasn’t about to let him die in the dark, anyways. “Wait here, I’ll get you some.”

She doesn’t close her door but he makes no attempt to come inside. Very polite. She arranges a handful of tea lights on a plate, lights some of them, and places the matchbox on the rim.

“Here.” She holds out the plate to him. “I don’t have a lighter, but I have matches. Although I haven’t had much luck with those recently.”

She wants to swallow the last sentence back into her stomach the second she says it. What on earth? That is really none of Robin’s business, and also probably some of the worst self-deprecating flirting she has ever witnessed, coming from herself or any other person.

He laughs, takes the plate from her, and switches off his phone. “Tell me about it. It’s just difficult to find decent…tinder these days.”

He waggles – actually waggles his eyebrows, in the most ridiculously exaggerated way possible, and Maria can’t help but laugh, too.

“I’m Maria, by the way,” she introduces herself, a bit late. “Good luck with these, then.”

“Thanks.” Robin’s grin turns softer, more genuine. The flickering candlelight does his cheekbones and the curly hair a wonderful favour. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it.” She does an awkward little half-wave, and he raises the plate in an answering gesture, and then Robin turns and goes back to his room.

Closing her door against the now dark hallway, Maria allows herself one more amused grin before she shakes her head and calls it a day.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

On Friday afternoon, there is another knock at her door. Somehow, she immediately knows who it is – the power is back, after all, the doorbells are working just fine, why would anyone knock?

Robin’s face is more handsome in the gold and orange evening light streaming in through the window at the far end of the hallway. His eyes flicker down to her chest, and Maria almost scolds him before she remembers that she is wearing her locket. It’s old, but it’s pretty, and very noticeable, and to his credit, Robin immediately looks back into her eyes.

“Heya,” he says.

“Hi.”

They smile at each other for a moment, unsure of how this might go, before Robin moves and says, “I wanted to say thanks, for the other night, and –”

He turns his head. Someone is coming up the stairs, a group of people, one voice more prominent than the others – Jen, notorious and unchallenged gossip queen of the halls. Maria makes her decision in a heartbeat.

“Come in.”

Robin follows her into her room and closes the door behind them. She can tell he does his very best not to look around with curiosity.

“Do you want a cuppa? Or” – she reminds herself of the temperature and his heavy-looking leather jacket (really, a black leather jacket in the middle of July? Not that she’s complaining, but is the style really worth the heatstroke?) – “a glass of water or something?”

“No, thanks.” He reaches out his hand, handing the plate back to her. It isn’t empty, though. Maria stares at the little matchbox, decorated with a ribbon and a daisy tucked into the bow.

“Thanks for the matches. I…got you new ones.”

“Oh.” As she feels a blush hotly creeping into her cheeks, Maria carefully takes the plate from his hand. “You shouldn’t have. Thank you.”

She turns and rummages around in the cupboard way longer than necessary. The daisy, she places in a little shot glass filled with water.

“No, I should’ve.”

There is an odd undercurrent in Robin’s voice, something very close to nervousness. Maria turns back and looks at him where he is standing – still close to the door, not all up in her space. But he is smiling again.

“Your matches worked just fine, by the way.”

Maria resists the urge to bury her face in her hands as she remembers that awful joke. “Did they?”

He shrugs, his smile widening a little. His gaze wanders across the floor, the window, back to her face. “Might be a sign, don’t you think?”

Maria’s traitorous heart flutters in her chest the way it hasn’t for months, years, maybe centuries. “Are you flirting with me?”

He tilts his head a little. “Is it working?”

It is, but she isn’t about to tell him that. She can imagine his cocky smirk just fine, and she isn’t sure she should like so much what the idea alone is doing to her. Besides, she has done a bit of research and had a look at the nameplate next to his door.

“You’re a de Noir.”

“Yeah, yeah, and you a Merryweather.” Evidently, he has done his research, too. Evidently, he doesn’t seem to care much. “Ever considered all those family legends about old animosities might be horseshit?”

They’re not legends, Maria thinks, they’re facts, their families used to bash each other’s heads in for who knows how long. But, and this is where she admittedly agrees with the man standing opposite her, she has never understood why that should matter today, why it should keep her from certain parts of the forest, why her uncle had to break up with, oh, fuck, Robin’s sister…

She swallows down that little shock. Unfortunately, what comes out of her mouth instead is an even worse joke:

“You think we might be a…match?”

Robin outright snorts with laughter and gives her a grin more radiant than the sun itself. “I think our ancestors missed a few opportunities there.”

“I’m glad they did.” Maria bites her lip before she allows herself to grin back with just as much affection, gesturing between them. “Would be a right shame if we were cousins or something.”

“Agreed.” Robin winks, and in the warm daylight, it’s anything but creepy. It lets Maria’s heart beat faster, nevertheless; even more so as he comes just a short step closer.

“But since we’re not, d’you want to go for a coffee?”

“Right now?”

“Whenever you want.”

Maria gives herself a little shove. Their ancestors were idiots for missing those opportunities. She’s going to seize hers.

“Now sounds perfect, actually.”

#moonacreweek2023 #fic: did you miss me? #it has been an honour and a ride #awordwasthebeginning writes #loquor

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

[deleted scene: Cao Cao visits Dong Zhuo for the first time]

The Prime Minister had not asked him to sit, so Cao Cao remained standing. He had been summoned to Dong Zhuo’s house on very short notice and was still wearing the courtly regalia, having just left a cabinet meeting. The ambiguity of the situation worried him. 

Dong Zhuo’s bodyguard offered no clues either; the big man just stared resolutely ahead, looking very much like a statue except for the fact that he occasionally blinked.  Cao Cao quickly cast his mind back to the last few weeks. He had made sure to throw his support behind the usurper early on, both to guarantee his own safety and to get closer to the enemy. While his conduct had been irreproachable thus far, it was not particularly noteworthy. 

Dong Zhuo poured himself a steaming hot cup of wine, and Cao Cao felt his mouth water a little. It had been a long day. He wanted to go home, take off his uncomfortable hat and maybe visit a brothel before resigning himself to an equally long night of drafting bills and reading reports. God, he hadn’t seen the surface of his writing desk since autumn. There was more bamboo in his house than in the Yibin  Forest. The next person to utter the words “I move to veto—” was going to be bludgeoned to death with their own tablet . 

Dong Zhuo finished his drink and swept his hand over a pile of discarded reports lying on the table, “Come here, Minister Cao. I would like to hear your opinion on a small matter.” 

“I’ll be honored to, Your Excellency,” a small matter could have been anything from famine, riots, or potholes in the main road—and they all stood the same chance of being fixed; none. 

Cao Cao quickly skimmed the memo on the table, upside down. Untimely cold weather. Another projected grain shortage. “Your Excellency, it’s very likely the harvests will fail again this year. We must start importing rice from the South to make up for the difference. If we act quickly, we may avoid a disaster.” 

Dong Zhuo pinched the bridge of his nose, “what will this cost?” 

“At least eight-hundred catties of gold, Your Excellency.” Cao Cao purposefully said the highest number first. 

“A steep price.”

“It is cheaper than suppressing a riot, Your Excellency.”

 “That’s why I have soldiers!” Dong Zhuo snapped, his mood suddenly sour. “Why the hell should I fork over all that gold? Good, sharp steel will do the job just fine!”

Because we’re sitting on a gigantic tinder pile, and just one spark will set it ablaze. 

“I might have a solution,” Cao Cao said pleasantly, “if His Excellency permits it, I will personally write a letter on your behalf. With the Prime Minister’s authority, we can pay five-hundred gold upfront and ask for the rest on loan. We can either repay it next year with our wheat or use this time to devise a better plan.” 

Take it. Take it, you greedy, short-sighted fool. We can’t eat gold. 

“Fine. I permit it.” 

“His Excellency is most wise.” 

“I expect to see a bill drafted by tonight, Minister.”  

Cao Cao frowned; he was all too familiar with human nature. “No, Excellency, this information cannot be circulated in court. We must suppress the news and keep the prices as low as possible. If the noble families discover an impending shortage, they’ll start panic-buying out of fear or start hoarding grain in the hopes of making a profit. What food we have will be used up twice as fast, perhaps before the first shipment of rice arrives.” 

Cao Cao stopped himself there, suddenly aware that he’d been dangerously close to lecturing the Prime Minister. Dong Zhuo said nothing for a moment. He picked up the bronze pitcher of wine and poured two fresh cups. 

“You have a singular mind, Cao Mengde,” said Dong Zhuo. Cao Cao was surprised to hear his courtesy name instead of his official title. He looked up and found the Prime Minister holding out the second cup of wine, a gleam in his eye, “drink.”

Notes under the cut:

Ended up cutting this for Plot Reasons, but I thought it would be an interesting side bar. Dong Zhuo is more intimidating and Cao Cao has not had as much practise being manipulative and unctuous.

Dong Zhuo: Mengde you're an incredibly ruthless, self-serving man with a negative outlook on humanity. All the qualities I like! Lets be bffs henceforth!

Yibin forrest: Books and reports were written on bamboo slats

Tablet: Ministers took notes on tablets 笏 hù, bamboo for lesser ministers, ivory for noblemen. After the proliferation of paper in the Jin Dynasty they became largely ceremonial. 

Food shortage: This isn’t based in any kind of real policy, but we recently had an egg shortage that was exacerbated by panic-buying. It's unethical, but I often wonder what would happen if these shortages weren’t announced, would the result be better? I thought it would fit Cao Cao's personality, he is very decisive and has a skeptical view of people.

The 3k period coincided with a period of cold weather (micro climate change) which caused famines exacerbated by corruption and poor management. IDK how wheat vs rice would actually be affected but im assuming the colder, northern areas would take a bigger hit.

I don't know how money works in this time period. if anyone has a good resource pls dm me.

#san guo #my writing

[inmydeepestdreams]

“You will not BELIEVE what this man said to me,” Mel said as a greeting as she strolled into my house, her phone in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.

I stood at the kitchen island. The door was unlocked, I was expecting her. I uncorked a bottle of wine and got to pouring as my best friend in this world described her latest tinder failure.

“I cant, with these apps. I swear, I’m losing it,” Mel complained. She locked her phone and tossed it onto the island. She snatched up her wine and turned away to throw herself on the couch.

I walked over too, patting her ankles to get her to lift her legs. Her legs immediately fell back into my lap. I pinched her thin black leggings absently and listened to her bitch about dating apps.

Mel is my best friend, but we’ve only know each other for two years. Ever since I moved into the area and we became coworkers. We hit it off right away. We actually initially bonded over us accidentally going on a bad date with the same man in the same week. We’ve been close ever sense.

She sat up, placing her cup on the coffee table. The screen was just the purple entertainment image. I watched her unclasp her bra and pull it out from under her grey t-shirt to get more comfortable. I wondered why she even bothered, I certainly didn’t have a bra on under my cheap Walmart night shirt. Hell, I only wore panties as a courtesy, as she was sleeping over.

“I really don’t know what to do, it’s so tiresome. And then I say, I’ll delete the apps and meet someone naturally, but that never happens. Ever. So I’m stuck in this hell loop of maybe it’ll be different this time, and it never is.”

Mel sat up, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. Her eyes searched my face, possibly hoping for a crumb of wisdom I didn’t have. I was in the same boat as her. I had a terrible second date a week ago with a guy that made me delete the app for the fifth time since my initial download.

She reached over and tugged at my ponytail, sighing.

“And none of them, none of them can fuck me right.”

I giggled, finally we were getting to the meat of it.

“Tell me about it.”

“I point to the clit, I take their hand and fucking guide them, and still they poke at nothing and think they’re gods. I can’t do it anymore, I’m exhausted, Nicky. Fucking exhausted.”

“The last guy that tried to finger me just rubbed all up in my folds for thirty seconds and asked if I came. He was thirty-two years old.”

We cackled and continued to discuss our hatred of the dating world for several minutes. We both finished our glasses but neither moved to get up. The night was young, the sleepover just started.

“Theres only so much a vibrator can do, I mean, seriously.”

“It can do more than these guys online.”

“Fuck, I mean, yeah. They aren’t like the men in porn, are they?”

No, I laughed. They absolutely were not. Mostly because those were trained professionals and porn was a circus. But still, it would be nice if the average guy took care about pleasuring their partners.

“I watched this video last night, it was just like, twelve minutes of him eating her out. Fuck. I’ve never had someone focus on me like that. Most guys make a face if you bring up head.”

I had similar experiences, but I did have a boyfriend a few years back that loved to give head.

“That video sounds boring, mellie.”

Melinda scrunched up her face, ready to argue.

“What? Boring? Well fuck, Nicky. What kind of porn do you watch?”

I shrugged, not ready to share all my dirty secrets with my friend.

“I guess I just like a bit more adventure.”

“Give me an example of one adventure. I demand it.”

We laughed, but Mel was serious. And fuck it, whatever.

“Mm, okay. The last one I watched was roleplay and ended with two women tied up and one man…ugh.”

“What!” Mel shouted, grinning. I covered my blush. “Now you have to finish!”

“He just like, edged them for a while. Whatever, it’s stupid.”

“You have a thing for begging?”

Well, she just got right to the root of it.

“Sure, who doesn’t.”

Mel looked off into the distance, a glint in her eye.

“Well, now I have to see the video.”

“What?”

“The video. Show me.”

What? Put on porn right now?

“Uh…”

“What? Scared?”

My laptop was on my coffee table. Whatever, this night may as well get weird.

I opened an incognito tab and went searching. Mel hovered over my shoulder the entire time.

I had no look finding the video. I looked up key words and kinks but nothing. Lost in the deep sea caves of internet porn.

“That one looks good,” Mel said, pointing at a video after I told her I couldn’t find mine. She didn’t realize the laptop had a touch screen and it started to play.

She took it from me and placed it on the coffee table. Mel pulled her legs up to her chest, angling away from me as it began.

It started similar to the other one. A woman in a sundress opened the door, a very handsome man was there to do yard work.

Mel and I laughed at the cliche. I thought about shutting it off there and calling it good.

We watched the girl watch him through her window, her hand shaking under the pretty yellow dress. She had massive tits that absolutely strained the halter top.

Another woman appeared then, so this video had the same threesome element I had found in the other one. She was also wearing a sundress, blue cotton. She had short cut hair that was bleached, her ears were filled with rings and her chest was smaller than the first girl.

She had walked in on the first girl, touching herself to the shirtless man. The first girl was embarrassed, but quickly encouraged to continue by the new arrival, as it was porn and that’s the nature.

Soon, both girls had their hands pushed up under their skirts. The pixie cut girl bit her lip and moaned prettily. She reached over and pulled at the girls top, but it bounced in place, keeping her chest concealed.

They were staring at each other with open mouthed lust. I was snapped back to reality when Mel said:

“I didn’t realize it was lesbian porn.”

But neither of us moved to turn it off. The blue dress girl pushed the other woman’s boobs up, playing with them over the fabric.

That’s when the camera panned out, showing the man doing yard work staring at the girls as they acted inappropriately in front of the window.

“Are you gonna punish us?” The yellow dress asked when he came in to confront them. A close up shot of her pussy showed wetness, her panties were drenched.

The blue dress girl got on her knees while the other watched, touching herself.

And they were off, the two women on him in a mess of tongues and touches. The man was not an excited participant, but he also liked watching them touch each other. Porn logic.

I felt a familiar tingling down below. It’s been, what, a week since my last orgasm? For no particular reason, I’m just a busy person.

And these people were hot. All three of them. I’m not gay, but I can admit I like to admire a pretty lady. I can easily get stuck on a nice chest. And the man was all rippling muscles and long, pretty hair.

I found myself rubbing my legs together, which was embarrassing. Mel was right there beside me, and sure, this was her idea, but she was acting like an adult. I was starting to feel too horny to think.

He had the yellow dress girl on the ground, he fucked into her roughly, her arms pinned above her head.

Her dress was still on, but it only covered her torso. The other woman ripped off her bra and pulled the dress down, revealing enormous tits and pink nipples. My mouth watered.

I should shut it off, I should. But then the girl started to roll one of her nipples between her teeth. Girl number one mewled so prettily, it was music to my ears.

He was saying things to her, calling her pussy wet and tight. Soon, he was off her and fucking the other girl, positions totally switched. The other girl was a screamer, every thrust seemed to send her into another dimension.

I couldn’t help but glance over at my friend. I wanted to find an excuse to slip away, go into the bathroom and relieve some pressure. But there’s no way I could be quick about it.

When I looked back at the screen, one girl was sitting on the others face, the guy was roughly stroking himself while the woman was waiting with her tongue out.

“Fuck,” I looked to my right again. Mel was fixated on the screen. She had a pillow in her lap and realized, right then, she was using it to cover her hand, which had dipped below her waistline.

I looked back at the porn, blushing profusely. This was wrong, totally wrong.

But fuck, if she could touch herself, why couldn’t I? I was being good, sitting here, and frankly, it hurt. I needed something or I was going to cry.

I tried to shuffled discreetly, slipping my hand up my night dress. My panties snapped against my skin when I failed to get my hand under them the first time. I was caught, Mel looked at me.

But she didn’t say anything, so I didn’t either. I slipped my hand into my underwear and found my clit.

I bit back a sigh as I finally, finally got the friction I needed. On screen, the man had come but the girls were still going. One woman licked his come off the woman’s face.

I imagined myself there, riding someone’s face while a man used me like a towel. I felt a rush through my body, maybe I would be able to come.

I looked over at Mel, she had loved the pillow,

I could see her hand moving furiously under her pants. She looked frustrated, or like she was concentrating.

The girls were scissoring, letting out small, sharp noises of pleasure. I wondered if Mel ever sounded like that, if she was biting back noises like their own.

I moved a bit quicker, focusing on the women and their bouncing. The jiggle of their chests, the sloppy sound of their pussies rubbing together, pretty plush lips perpetually open.

God, it felt good.

It felt so, so good.

Beside me, though, I heard Mel come. Damn her. She let out a soft moan and I could see her hand stop moving.

So I had to stop too. I had to, or else it would be weird.

Mel looked over at me. Miserably, I pulled my hand from under my night dress. It was wet, I pressed it against my leg.

They were still going in the video, which had to be almost over by now. Had to be.

Mel reached over and traced her finger up my neck, finding the back of my head to dig her hand into.

What was she doing?

“Lean back, Nicky,” she said, her voice low and unfamiliar.

I did as she asked, staring at her in shock all the while.

She slid off the sofa and moved the coffee table off to the side so I could still see the video.

I watched her push her hair behind her ears. She looked up at me, there was no denying this was my friend on her knees in front of me.

“Pretend im him,” the man on the video was back and eating the girls out again.

She slid her hands up my thighs, raising goosebumps where she touched. She wrapped her clever fingers around my soaking underwear and pulled them down. She left them hooked around one ankle as she pushed my legs apart and moved in.

She lifted one of my legs, pressing a kiss to the skin and putting it on her shoulder.

“Youre so wet,” she said.

The girls in the video came. It was over officially, a new one played automatically.

She licked a slow stripe through my folds before landing on her target. And wow, oh wow, that’s a sensation I haven’t felt in a while.

Warm, wet, and intelligent. She swirled my clit around, causing awkward shuddering breaths and wild fire spread beneath me.

The new video didn’t even have a man, it was just straight up lesbian porn. Fuck, all this was pretty gay.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mel pushed closer, locking her lips around my clit and sucking.

I couldn’t help my loud moan as it tore its way from my lungs. She took the encouragement to continue.

I kept my eyes closed, my bottom half was prickly stars and fire, I wanted to feel it forever. I wanted what she could give me.

“Oh, fuck, Mel.” I whimpered my friends name, I was going to come soon. My friend was going to make me come.

“Mel, oh god.”

This was as hot as it was embarrassing. She was seeing me like this, she was making me feel this way. I couldn’t take it, it was too much.

I fell over the edge with a cry that matched the women on the screen. Mel kept licking me all the way through it, finger pads digging into my legs.

She finally pulled away when I was shaking. She looked up at me, on her knees, mouth covered in my juices.

Beside us, the women were fucking, singing the chorus of our relationship.

That was pretty gay, and I’d like to do it again.

#unedited #work? nah not safe #it’s yknow whatever #it’s standard stuff

[thesapphireprincess]

My 2 week social media cleanse:Day 1

Last night I decided to take a break from social media for 2 weeks straight, posting included. These are the apps I will be taking a break from, Tik tok, Instagram, discord, YouTube and Pinterest & podcasts. I was going to add tumblr as well but I recently started using tumblr and I am learning a lot from it and I’m actually reading important posts that relate to my goals but that doesn’t mean I’ll be on tumblr all day, there will be a limit. I think YouTube & Pinterest can be helpful but not if you’re constantly consuming content. For example I went to the gym this morning and I remembered I have a fitness board saved on my Pinterest, so I opened it to view and practice the workouts I had saved. Same with YouTube, I won’t be watching any YouTubers that show their lives or talk about their ideology, it will only be used for workouts, audiobooks & music. I won’t be looking at any new pins on Pinterest other than recipes and my workout/ self help section. Everything will have limits on them. It’s important that we don’t over consume online content, helpful or not.

This morning was very productive, I woke up at 7:30am and decided to go to the gym. I showered and got ready. I was in the gym for about 40 minutes which was longer than I anticipated. I was planning on being there for only 15 minutes but my timer went off rather quickly. I stretched, did arm exercises with 2 “5”pound weights, jump roped and did 9 minutes on the treadmill. It was nice to truly focus on my self with no distractions and I felt beautiful in the gym. After that I came home put on a documentary and did my hair, makeup & got dressed. I then headed to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I finished all of this before the hour of 12 ended. Then I made a cup of tea & breakfast and then read for about 40 minutes to an hour.

What I learned: Life is a lot better when you’re not constantly on social media, life is a lot better when you aren’t constantly comparing yourself to people on Instagram or Tik tok. Life feels so peaceful when you’re the only person you have to compare yourself to. I realized not everyone has the strength to do this but I highly recommend turning off your notifications for all social media apps, it will help you stay off on the apps more. I think that going on a 2 week social media break will help to break the addiction. Social media is what was stopping me from my goals, laying in bed all day online is not healthy. Also I think that we shouldn’t spend more than 3 hours on any platform a day. Add that limit and try not to break it. I recommend not being on your phone/ laptop/ iPad in the mornings at all. I use my Alexa dot for an alarm and at 7pm I turn off all devices until 10am-12pm, unless you’re looking at directions or something.

What I’m focusing on: During this time I will be focusing on reading, exercising and exploring my city. Being in the real world. I want to recreate myself into my dream person before I start dating again. I plan on dating and marrying only wealthy men when I’m ready to get back out there. I will be trying real life dating but I also want to give dating sites/dating apps another try. I’m staying away from the big bad 3: tinder, bumble & hinge 🤢. These apps are full of dusty after dusty just looking for a random hook up. Some women have good luck on them but I am not one of those women. I predict I’ll be ready in about 3 months and then I’ll do some research. I would prefer only dating In real life but online dating maximizes your chances. If the new sites or apps give me the same ick that the big bad do then they will be deleted asap. I’m praying that I have good luck meeting quality men in person. If I run into someone during this time and they want to take me on a nice date I’m not against it but I won’t have the intention of meeting anyone when I’m out.

In the mean time I will be healing my body from the inside out with a healthy but balanced diet, whitening my teeth and wearing my retainer, reading a variety of different books on different topics to sharpen my conversation skills, perfecting my routine, working out at the gym and going on mornings walks, keeping my nails and feet done at all time, perfecting my makeup and hair skills, learning how to style my clothes better while updating my wardrobe and much much more. I’m in the middle of a major transformation and I need to take some time to work on myself. This doesn’t happen over night. I’ve been on my level up journey for almost a year now, it’s a journey that never ends but I am close to becoming the person I want to be. I will be updating y’all on my journey weekly. The real world is where it’s at. <3

[These Pictures are all from Pinterest & were previously downloaded on my phone]

#soft life #soft black girls #hypergamy #black women in femininity #level up #spoiled girlfriend #trophywife #stay at home girlfriend #black women in luxury #black girl luxury #black luxury #luxury #black women in leisure #princess treatment

[bonojour]

so after vagueing that i had a bad day i also want to make a 'dear diary' post saying that i had a GOOD day yesterday because:

- had lunch with my old flatmate that i lived with in aarhus and his sister and mum and it feels nice to have some familiar people in a 'new' place

- the man behind the counter was the most attractive man i have ever seen holy shit. will return to this place just for him.

- after talking with my former flatmate about dating i decided to give tinder another try and i matched with a danish professor again who i had matched with before deleting my tinder and we are going on a date soon :) (i am still not sure if he is my type but i am interested enough to at least give it a try)

- also matched with someone (52yo hot daddy kind of man with the best moustache i have ever seen) who was using tinder in a gr*ndr way but sexually speaking he is exactly my type and we are hopefully meeting up soon 👀

- decided to be brave and went to the friday bar despite storm otto and found some people i hung out with last time and it was GREAT. finally felt like my jokes landed a bit and it just felt comfortable

- one of the girls there is bffs with one of my nordic languages in the middle ages classmates and she said: "yeah so we both think you are really hot." and i joked "oh, that must probably be because im the foreign mysterious stranger" and they said "no, we thought you were attractive on looks alone" and now i have to come to terms with people finding me hot. new experience. error.

- this girl also hugged me at the end and said we are officially friends and that she is looking forward to seeing me again <3

- there was also this guy from the faroe islands there who is lowkey my type (i dont really vibe with guys my age that often) and we talked all evening and the girl said that i am exactly his type. he is in an open relationship so perhaps Something could happen there. 👀 (but also down with just having him as a friend)

so yeah after having a bad week (nearly got financially fucked by paper work and bad communcation & my dutch friend group turns out to be so ignorant that they are lowkey transphobic) i needed a friday. <3

#Today is going to be a self care day so I am probably going for a run today #and then buying some nice food at the supermarket #and then just bury myself in blankets and watch something with russell #just a chill day #text

[fridaynightguys]

Riddle me this…

For the second time in a row I think I’m getting ghosted. I am choosing to believe that they are nervous to meet my wonderful self but I can only fool myself with that through my for a bit.

The first one happened last week. We had made plans for an early happy hour. This was our second attempt. The first one was cancelled because he was having a crazy day. We had maintained contact for a good while, sent pictures, etc. At 9:30pm he is saying that he can’t wait to see my sexy eyes in person and by morning he didn’t respond to my text confirming and then proceeded to unmatch with me and block my number (I know because a subsequent text never was delivered). It got me so annoyed that I deleted Tinder. I mean, if you change your mind please just say it. We are over 40 here.

Tonight I was supposed to meet up with another guy. Again lots of texts, exchange pictures, etc. I text him this afternoon and have got nothing. Again, he was talking about how excited he was to meet me. I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND?!?!? Communicate people! Even if it might be disappointing to someone.

What the fuck is happening? Any clues? Any dudes follow me want to enlighten me?

[letter-to-a-friend]

backlog cont. 2

2/2... When I said I didn't think you should be on tinder, or dating, and instead focusing on you, this is what I meant, that I don't think you know how to be alone and you hurt me with that once already and I didn't want a second me and or for us to drift as friends when the person you really want in your life comes back. Again, I'm not saying yall should break up, but I am saying to break the cycle one way or another because while I'm going to ride it out with you I have a limit. You are my best friend, and regardless of why I'm precious to you, you're precious to me. Even now as I am hurting and feeling used I'd fucking kill for you man, but your actions have hurt me- not from breaking up with me, not from being friends with bennifits, and not from me catching feels, but from feeling like a replacement. This is different than when I asked if you were friends with me out of pity, this is about a specific series of events looking fucking terrible on paper and it making me doubt my worth not just as a friend but as a human. I'm sorry if I've hurt you with this, and I really don't want it to hurt our friendship, but I think if I never told you then I couldn't be a good friend- you deserve that, and whether what I feel is intentionally or unintentionally the case that is true.

11/3 We had a fight, and now we aren't talking. I told you I didn't like it when you told me you were initially wanting to play with [ex] instead, and you blew up at me bc I had vented to you so much it made you stressed. I wasn't trying to start a fight, I was just trying to communicate my feelings to you. I wasn't angry, but I kinda am now, something you said pissed me off: [ex] feels like *hes* being abandoned. Fuck that, HE abandoned YOU. twice! and you broke up last time because JUST YOU wasn't good enough for him. The fuck can he feel abandoned for? That you have friends? That he's not the center of your attention 24/7? Fuck, I know I was being needy, but I also don't have a history of running away and leaving you alone. He has a supportive friend group, while I only really have you. He has a family that do things together, I don't. I am truly alone without you, so of course I'm going to fucking panic. Does that mean it was okay? No, I need to deal with my shit, but [ex] has no excuse. He has a loving girlfriend, a friend GROUP, and at least one parent who actually gives a fuck about him.

11/4 I just failed this exam man, this thing is fucking with my work and grades now and everyone is telling me to cut you out. I'm pissed about that "[ex] feels abandoned" comment, about how you never actually try to comfort me- all you do is berate me-, about how I feel that if [ex] gave you the ultimatum of him or me you'd chose him In a heartbeat; not in the romantic way, but that you'd be willing to give up your friendships over a red flag as big as something like that bc of how blind you are for him. He was already a bit of a red flag, but after that abandonment comment? WOW. Again, you spend around 3 days a week in his house, you guys also play games together during the weekdays, and he'll sometimes just randomly spend the Night so much he just leaves a spare toothbrush in your studio... literally how? Does he just not want you to have friends? Or, how about when he invited you to go out with his friends who would be smoking? He *KNOWS* you don't like that shit, so it'd be his own fault if you don't want to be around that. That's not being abandoned that's having a boundary; you don't want to live that kind of life, not to mention it'd be illegal for you to do that! I deleted all the messages I sent from that last fight, the one about be saying not to tell me if I'm your second choice to hang out with. I'm not entirely sure why, part of me just hopes you'll notice and say something but I doubt you will, or if you do you'll probably just get more pissed but it's too late now. I just didn't want to lie and say I'd for sure come back bc atm I don't know, if hanging out with me is a chore, one which makes your partner uncomfortable, then maybe I should stay away forever. I still can't eat, I'm down to 180lbs; this stress is eating me alive.

#mental health #spilled thoughts #mental illness

[aurorathoughts]

Week 9/27: Buzzsumo Viral Story

I decided to research on Buzzsumo a viral story a co-worker was telling me about recently. I mentioned to them how I loved the Tabi by the Maison Marginal and how badly I wanted one. These shoes are easily over $1,000. This coworker then tells me about about a viral story of how this guy and a girl went on a date and the guy stole her tabi shoes? She said she followed this on Tik Tok and I don't have one but it sound so crazy to me. I decided to search on Buzzsumo to see where I can find the source of this story.

When searching "tabis shoe" into the search for the trending stories for the past week to month, the first result was "What's really happening with those missing tabi shoes?", this was by the New York Times. However, you need a subscription to the website in order to view the articles. I kept scrolling through and the last result on the first page starts off "She meets a guy on Tinder, invites him home, and he steals her shoe..." This sound like the story that I was familiar with from hearing a small summary from my co-worker.

The website that the article was on was oicanadian.com. The website itself didn't seem too authentic. I tried searching oicanadian about page first and it came up with this.

It was just strange because this story takes place in NYC however the "About Us" states they talk about celebrity news and rising stars in Canada. My guess is that this story was extremely viral so that is why they covered it and featured it on their website.

Going back to the story, I decided to search on TikTok itself for the viral story. Her TikTok username is @nextlevellexuss and the first pinned video that I can see had 1.5 Million Views and it says across the video "NYC FASHION GIRLIES BEWARE". I watch that video and she says the entire story from her point of view of what happened. I can see why this went viral because her story telling was good and the story itself is so insane. The guy was invited back to her apartment after their date and spent the night. The next morning when this guy was getting ready to leave her apartment, he mentions there was this Spotify playlist he wanted her to listen to. He said he didn't have it on his phone and said he will find it on hers. After he leaves the apartment, she realizes that her Tabi Shoes were missing on her shoe shelf. And he mentioned last night how badly he wanted Tabi shoes. She doesn't want to think she's crazy so she goes to message him on Tinder where she originally was speaking to him and realized that he was unmatched and she goes to her call log and their call history was deleted.

I scroll down a bit on her TikTok and watch the other related videos to the "Tabi Shoe stealer" to get the rest of the resolved story. All of the videos that she put out with the updates matched up with the article that was written on oicanadian.com

This tab shoe stealer story became viral on TikTok and in the very first video she put out was shared 41,000 times. She even states in her next videos after the original one with the updates, that she had no idea that the story was going to go viral. The people who shared the story got it to the right people and they were able to message and share with her the thieve's instagram, information to get in touch with his sister, and even finding out that the guy had a girlfriend. He kept denying her and private his instagram when she reached out to him. She was able to find out more details that this guy actually gifted the shoes to his girlfriend and then I guess after getting bombarded by the internet, he finally gave in after denying.

She made a requested video on TikTok of them meeting up for him to give back her shoes. This happened so fast for this girl since it wasn't too long after that she received her Tabi shoes. The original video was put out on September 1 and the retrieval of the Tabis video was September 5. I got these from the video dates at the bottom of the TikTok's. Her update videos were posted on September 2 which is when she found out her story went viral and that she was able to get in touch with the guy eventually.

It is just so crazy but not surprising how this happened so fast. It's amazing because now with viral stories we can track down thieves faster than ever!

[biglisbonnews]

Sam Smith Keeps Getting Kicked Off Dating Apps Sam Smith cannot catch a break when it comes to dating apps.According to a new interview, the singer hasn't had the best of luck when it comes to convincing apps like Tinder and Hinge that it's actually them looking for love and not an impersonator. “I never did Grindr,” Smith told ET Canada. “I did Tinder once; I think I got chucked off of Tinder. I got chucked off of Hinge because they thought that I wasn’t me.” However, despite having their accounts unceremoniously deleted, Smith did admit that they didn't go through the extra step of verifying their profiles: “I should have done that," they said.It's not the first time Smith has mentioned their struggles with the apps. They previously opened up to Andy Cohen back in 2020 about getting booted off Hinge, explaining "they chucked me off of it after one night 'cause they thought I was a catfish pretending to be me." Cohen was quick to remind Smith that he'd suggested Tinder for this reason, because Cohen has "someone who can get you on there and verify you," although it seems like Smith never ended up taking the host's advice. At the time, Hinge did issue a public apology and even offered to verify their profile if Smith ever wanted to give the app a second chance. If they were ever to give it another shot, Smith did say that they would likely dedicate their dating profile to their love of their dog Velma. “She taught me how to love,” Smith said. “I really feel like I don’t think I loved anyone other than my family and friends and stuff. She’s really taught me that. I miss her loads, by the way; I haven’t seen her in ages.”Related | Sam Smith and Christian Cowan Spark Dating RumorsSmith might not have to worry about dating apps much longer if the rumors that they are dating Christian Cowan are to be believed. The singer and fashion designer were spotted together last week walking arm-in-arm through SoHo, with Smith most notably giving Cowan a tender kiss on the head. Smith and Cowan were previously spotted together with President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris at the White House in December for the signing of the Respect for Marriage Act. Smith also had Cowan in-tow at a recent tattoo appointment, with the designer hanging out while the musician appeared to get some sort of red plant inked on their right forearm.Photo via Getty/ Jo Hale https://www.papermag.com/sam-smith-dating-apps-2659302648.html

#Dating #Dating apps #Music #Entertainment #Hinge #Tinder #Catfish #Christian cowan #Sam smith #Matt Moen #PAPER