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noahczerxy · 7 months
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i can’t stop myself from seething whenever i see someone talk about how bad shadowheart is in combat like motherfucker if you can’t make a cleric good in combat in baldur’s gate then maybe you just need to get better at the game
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ok having actually beaten the msq (up til endwalker anyway) i think im qualified to make an au now. anyway mystery as venat + wol vivi + shiromori as elidibus send post
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Okay bed in a minute but I was finally able to get in and we're back baby--
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DASIY BELL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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erwintiddies · 2 years
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‘yeah im pretty into snk’ i say, actively avoiding anything that has to do with the 3 main characters
#literally everyone else is more interesting :|#im not tryna start anything im just voicing my shower thoughts#my old feelings toward eren were meh at best but once the atrocities started i was like oughhh i hate him now#something something the banality of evil or whatever. yeah we get it the world is cruel and you want to be free#but you are the cruelest man in the world and the most enslaved by hatred and selfish desire. boo.#mikasa i thought was boring and a product of female shonen character syndrome but i like her more than i used to#i have been waiting 4 seasons for her to become her own person and if that happens i think i could really love her#theres a lot riding on how her story ends though. i thought she was about to break free but then in the last episode shes like#am i to blame for my not-bf's insane genocidal rampage?? and im like girl PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO STOP#big sign that says **HADLAI THIS IS NOT A PERSONAL ATTACK BUT DONT READ PAST THIS IF YOU DONT WANT 2 HEAR ME COMPLAIN ABOUT YOUR BLORBO**#i used to like armin but his approval ratings have TANKED in season 4#im tired of people acting like armin is some uwu innocent boy or has any sort of moral leg to stand on#part of that could be the weird infantilization and or feminization the fandom forces on him. but it is very much a narrative problem too#name one good thing he's done (other than saving falco) since levi resurrected him. he is in his flop era for real#where are the big brain plays we were promised. i cannot get over how STUPID he was to convince the 104th to help eren in shiganshina#shoulda left him crispy on that roof and maybe we wouldnt be in this situation#and theres the whole nuking the liberio port thing which is like. ok other characters have committed similar atrocities#but they get flamed by the narrative and other characters for it#i think yelena brings it up once during the airing of grievances but i want to see reiner-level suffering and fallout from all this stuff#feeling incredibly dissatisfied with how s 4 handles him. i cant put my finger on it entirely but#to me it feels like there are narrative promises that have not been delivered on. its vague but that's all i got for now#or perhaps narrative precedents that are not being met#i will need to consult my sister because i am certain she feels the same way and she might have it in words already#me and crankycorvid were talking along similar lines too so i know im not alone in this#anyway stan hanji zoe
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explorerspack · 1 year
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say one thing about me if i’m gonna get a character permakilled it WILL be narratively satisfying.
#cha:arcis#c:megadungeon#rip to my girlie i really am so sad about it but at least it was fucking COOL.....#so poignant to get killed by something that is trying to protect the stolen artifacts and hidden knowledge of the city#she came to this city for the knowledge! to protect it and spread it and know it and most CERTAINLY get it out of a dusty closed off room#so perfectly fitting to get killed only INCHES away from all these relics and books and symbols of knowledge but not able to investigate any#SO delicious to have taken the front line for once instead of staying safely in a corner#and to have taken the front line away from MAX! she ended up where she was bc max was in a rug and we needed a buffer!#no max getting killed trying to tank this time!#SO delightful to have sort-of accidentally baited a wizard duel and to have my own tricks turned right back on me#and the imagery of getting swarmed by these animated books and having the amber wall slam down behind her....#standing alone at the front of the room...'fine. that's fine. let's fucking play.' which she may not have said as a threat but which i've#decided she certainly DID whisper to herself in krutske#wizard hubris!#and then saving on hold person allowing one last look back at her party and one last solid nod#a nod meaning 'thanks' and 'you know what to do' and 'goodbye' and 'see you later' and 'well. here we go!' all at once#and then the train station....the camera cut the black....#AUGH!#beautiful mix of symbolic and also fucking cool. if you've gotta have a pc death that's not a bad way to go at all.
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numbaoneflaya · 1 month
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Jilly would 100% want to play dnd and try and wrangle vincent into playing with her too
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madmaryholiday · 1 month
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so i'm watching folks play baldur's gate 3 fussing about needing a healer in their party and just thinking:
but if you hit the enemy hard enough and fast enough, you won't get injured enough to NEED a healer!
(also do most people not buy up all the health potions from vendors and then return to buy more after every long rest? because i always have a shitload of healing items so i can patch my team up post-battle. also special arrows. the electric and ice ones are my favorites.)
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WIBTA for sabotaging my boyfriend's hookup with his girlfriend by filling his sex playlist with DJ Crazytimes
I (28NB, they/he) have known my boyfriend (call him C, 29M, he/him) for some 15ish years now. As long as I've known him, he has been on and off again with his girlfriend (call him T, 29NB, he/him). Respectfully, and with love, C and T are two of the worst and most annoying people I know. I want to marry them both specifically so that I can study them under a microscope like a parasitic virus.
Technically they're monogamous, but they're both hooking up with other people (myself included), usually the same people, because they have the same taste in lovers (bad). I have suggested that they give actual polyamory a try, and they reject the idea wholeheartedly. I think they get off on their dynamic, and far be it from me to try more than the bare minimum to dissuade them from it.
A couple months back, they got into a fight and broke up (again) because T (who was unemployed at the time) stole $50 from C (who works at GameStop) so that he could pay for a tank of gas (using C's car) to go hook up with another guy a couple states over. C was not upset that T was hooking up with another guy (because he was Also hooking up with that guy and knew he would not have a leg to stand on), but because of the stolen money + car.
C and I currently live together, because you can't afford an apartment on a GameStop salary, and also, like I said, he's my boyfriend. I'm making carnitas tacos next Friday, and T is coming over, because despite everything, he has nothing else to do on a Friday night. I know that C and T are going to get into a huge fight, and I know that it's probably either going to end with them getting back together out of spite or with someone's vehicle getting keyed--I'm betting on both.
Here's where I think I might be the asshole. I would really like to get inbetween them. Not in a "I don't want you to date each other" kind of way, but in a "holy shit you are both so insufferable i would like to get in on that" kind of way. I currently have my thing with C, and I've hooked up with T once in the past, but I would really like to make it official with him as well.
My plan is as follows: C and T are going to be in the same space again next Friday. They're going to fight, then hook up, then get back together again. C is one of those cybersexual "i built my own computer and run it on Linux" people, which is to say, he thinks tiktok and youtube are evil, and he he thinks spotify premium is supporting megacorporations. So, his sex playlist for T (we do not have our own sex playlist) is just an actual folder of mp3 files.
While C is at work, I'm going to log into his computer and change several of those mp3 files to DJ Crazytimes' Planet of the Bass, which I play often, and he is frequently annoyed by. My hope is that he'll realize it was me, he'll come and yell at me for ruining their hookup, T will take my side to piss him off, and the tension will get to the point where they let me join their hookup, and I can ask to date both of them after that.
To be clear, I recognize that I'm also Incredibly Toxic for enabling and encouraging this behavior. That said, I feel like I'm justified in this scenario considering C and T are both Also toxic, and furthermore, it is a known fact that I'm dating C right now, so for them to hook up, C would technically be cheating on me. I asked C's sister (a childhood friend of mine) for her take on whether it would be funny or just annoying, and she just told me that we all deserve each other, so I think I should be good. Am I being uniquely shitty here?
What are these acronyms?
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marimo-o · 6 months
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fish tank disaster means abby (fish) is in her old tank. because disaster the tank is on the floor. and too heavy to put up somewhere normal. so to make sure she doesnt feel alome this is my fourth day sleeping on the floor with her (it is not going well) (i have discovered the place on my hips where body fat is minimal and bone is Right There. yes because it bruised) (nobody is forcing me to do this i just felt bad) (and was covered in fish water so i didnt wanna climb in bed)
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hopeymchope · 11 months
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No hardcore fandom has ever died so quickly and so completely as Veronica Mars. This is the story of its murder.
They should study Veronica Mars in Hollywood. I'm serious. It's an incredible story of how to go from "loud, passionate fanbase with its own fandom name that campaigns and advocates constantly for it" to "absolutely zero fucking interest" damn near OVERNIGHT with just ONE epically terri-bad decision.
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If you weren't there, you don't understand: From 2007 to 2014, the fandom — the "Marshmallows," as they called themselves — were everywhere in the Internet's geek spaces, my friends. They routinely beat the drum about the series' three seasons and its excellence, lamented its cancellation, pushed others to give the show a try, and always - ALWAYS - proudly and loudly called for the series to be revived.
FULL DISCLOSURE/CONFESSION: I've not even watched that much Veronica Mars, frankly... ? Yeah, I'm sorry! it does seem pretty good from like the four-or-five hours I've experienced firsthand. I just never took the time to sit down with it. Regardless, I find fandoms and their dynamics — both how they operate internally and how they display to others externally — deeply fascinating. And I honestly find them easier to study from the outside than the inside. Like, if I'm IN a fandom, I'm more likely to stay in my corner and ignore places that seem negative. But being on the outside lets me just... absorb what's out there, looking into every forum without judgment. It's like studying pop-culture sociology or something? And it helps that I'm very close to some serious(-ly burnt) Marshmallows. It makes it so much easier to find and absorb the gamut of the fandom.
Besides: There is NO fandom story I've ever seen that's anything like what happened to Veronica Mars and the Marshmallows.
(Time to insert a brief explainer for the uninitiated: Veronica Mars was a TV series that aired from 2004-2007 on the now-deceased UPN network wherein Kristen Bell played the titular character, a high school girl whose single dad was a private detective in the fictional community of Neptune, California. She grew up working "unofficially" as his assistant, which meant that she herself was effectively a teenage private detective.
The three core elements of the series were: 1) Veronica investigating each week's big mystery with plenty of quips and snark, 2) Watching Veronica's various relationships develop and shift, with most of the focus given to a) her relationship to her father and b) Her romantic pursuits (which began as the Veronica/Duncan/Logan triangle before eventually becoming focused on the slow-burn, off-on Veronica/Logan love story), and 3) The gradual development of that season's "mytharc" — the overarching BIG MYSTERY that doesn't get resolved or wrapped until the season finale. So it went over the course of two seasons that took place in high school and the third, shorter season that was at the start of Veronica's collegiate career.)
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Just how big and how passionate were the Marshmallows? WELL! When series creator Rob Thomas (not the Matchbox 20 guy) and star Kristen Bell announced the Kickstarter campaign for the Veronica Mars movie in March 2013, it achieved its heretofore-unprecedented goal of TWO MILLION GODDAMN DOLLARS within less than 12 hours. At that time, it was the biggest Kickstarter goal to ever succeed — and certainly the fastest to reach that kind of height. Fans fell OVER themselves to pay out for it. Hell, my own significant other was DEEP in the tank for VM at the time and invested enough to get multiple t-shirts as backer rewards as well as a disk copy of the movie when it eventually came home.
And AFTER the movie hit in 2014? It was thankfully beloved and embraced! The once-teenage characters were adults who were actually out living on their own and working for a living, but the fandom had grown up with them, so it wasn't like they were begging for them to stay young students. They embraced Adult Veronica and her new adventure. The fandom rejoiced loudly and continued to be all over the geek side of the Internet... where they, of course, still wanted more. Sure, there were new novels in the aftermath (which were written by the creator of the series), but most of the Marshmallows were calling for more movies or a streaming revival.
And then, at long last... season four was actually announced. And there was much (premature) rejoicing yet again.
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Yes, Veronica Mars returned for a fourth season on Hulu in 2019. It was just eight episodes, and it was heavily centered on one season-long mystery instead of sprinkling that amongst a bunch of smaller ones, but it would still feature the same ol' Veronica. They promised a new, more "adult" mystery/investigation plus a strong focus on Veronica and Logan's love story.
New Hulu purchased the rights to the first three seasons and hyped up its presence on the platform while marketing the return for the new run. The marketing team played up the most popular quips from the show's history plus put out TONS of stuff centered on the Logan/Veronica ship to pump up the fans.
The season was dropped all at once using the classic Netflix "binge" model in July 2019. And then... afterwards?
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There was a brief explosion of LOUD RAGE from the Marshmallows at what series creator Rob Thomas had to done to burn and spite the fandom and ruin his own goodwill.
SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4: See, at the end of the movie, Veronica and Logan finally entered into a long-term relationship. In season four, they've been dating for years, and Logan proposes marriage. But of course there has to be drama/obstacles: In this case, Veronica isn't sure she's ready to marry... or capable of being in a marriage. Ah, but of course she eventually realizes how much Logan means to her. The two are married, and, in the season finale... Logan is killed by a car bomb in the penultimate scene. The final scene is a flashfoward to a year later, where Veronica leaves Neptune alone.
For most fandoms, that'd be a memorable point of pain. A big ol' speed bump that ultimately throws some people off the bus, leaving only the die-hards. But the fact that fans had been invested in this relationship for literally 15 years and that Hulu (and creator Rob Thomas) had heavily marketed the new season as being a big romantic event for the ship... it was too much. Unlike the aftermath of the Star Wars sequels, there was no lingering group of die-hard fans who were open to whatever was next — at least no significant one. I did some Googling and could only find TWO people who still wanted another season.
Funnily enough? Critics LOVED this. Hell, Vanity Fair infamously penned an editorial about how Veronica Mars had "finally grown up" with this finale. I suppose all the other murders and deaths and drug overdoses and r*pe weren't "mature" enough before now for... some... reason. (The same editorial also featured the author openly hating on Veronica ever being in a relationship because it causes "arrested development" and declaring that the movie -- which was acclaimed by both critics AND fans alike, I remind you -- was a lame dud. So. The writer must be a reeeaaaal fun person.)
But a series doesn't live based on critical acclaim, as it turns out. The fandom was murdered overnight. "Marshmallows" stopped appearing in geek spaces online entirely. No one expressed interest in seeing the next season or the next movie. The constant flow of fan AMVs on YouTube and fanfics on AO3 dried up to nothing or damn nearly so.
Since 2019 ? Nothing. Chirping crickets. An intensely dedicated fandom of 12 years was just... vaporized.
I've never seen anything like it before OR since.
That's why it's so fucking fascinating.
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So what went wrong?
Creator Rob Thomas was adamant about two things: ONE, the series was intended to be a noir show, which meant there couldn't be any happiness for its protagonist. And TWO, the death of Logan was necessary to evolve and grow the series.
Thomas thought that having Veronica in a relationship would be holding her back, and that a marriage would absolutely kill the series and leave her stagnant. It never even occurred to him that marriage isn't the end of a character's life and growth. It never occurred to him that plenty of drama can be had AFTER someone is married, or that development/growth could be that the characters mature enough to be capable of maintaining a committed relationship. Thomas' view of his own universe was so myopic that he couldn't conceive of any possible way that Veronica could still be a private detective involved in life-threatening investigations AND be married at the same time. Futhermore, he felt that fans just wanted Veronica to become a pregnant housewife, which is about as far from what Marshmallows were after as you can get without straight-up killing Veronica and/or Logan. He managed to do the only thing wronger than what he wrongly thought was their insistence.
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On top of the above, Rob Thomas only viewed "noir" as a vehicle for total fatalism... despite the fact that many of the most famous noir stories are cynical and full of moral ambiguity, but they still feature a positive outcome. The Big Sleep still has the protagonist get the girl. The Set-Up arguably ends with the happiest possible ending in spite of the beating the hero receives.
Perhaps most importantly? Despite Thomas own insistence that Veronica Mars was always "noir," the majority of both TV critics and fans did not think that designation ever truly applied. I suspect that's the reason why Thomas decided to go as dark and fatalistic as possible: He wanted to be noir, and he was being told that he wasn't. So he went so far into noir that he killed his own most popular property.
He was adamant that it was the only way for the series to grow. But as it turns out, it was instead the only way for the series to permanently end. Without that season four finale, a passionate group of fans would still be begging for more. With it? It's over. Nobody fucking cares now.
That's kind of amazing.
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alltheirdamn · 23 days
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DECLINED | Mechanic!Joel x f!reader
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PART 2
Summary: After a summer away, you decide to pay a visit to your favorite mechanic. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Pre-outbreak (AU), mechanic!joel, car sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, light nipple play, unprotected piv sex, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (darlin', babydoll, cowboy), cock riding, rough sex, creampie, joel once again being irresistible and disgustingly sweet, light sprinkle of fluff, porn with no plot (kinda) A/N: I have zero self-restraint and couldn't stop thinking about mechanic!joel soo... you could say, it was so nice she had to come twice ;)
PART 1 | Masterlist | Ko-fi
It wasn’t like you were actually planning on pulling off the highway to head toward that mechanic shop… except you totally were. Summer came and went, and after a few months spent in Tallahassee, it was time to go home. You weren’t in a rush this time, though, so you could afford a quick pit stop at a small mechanic shop. Nothing needed to be fixed in your car, but maybe you’d pop a screw loose just for the hell of it.
Pulling into the familiar garage, your heart thumped in your ears as you threw the car in park and nearly ran inside. The waiting room was disappointingly empty minus a handsome man standing behind the counter…one that wasn’t Joel.
His black curls were slicked back, and with just a white tank top and flannel on, you could tell he was built just like Joel. At your sudden entrance, he glanced your way, giving the cigarette in his hand a quick flick over the ashtray on the counter he leaned on.
“Can I help you with somethin’, miss?” He asked. He had that same drawl in his voice as Joel did.
Taming down your flyaways from the humidity, you walked over to the counter with a friendly smile. You didn’t miss how his eyes did a once-over on your body.
“I was just coming through town, thought I’d stop in to say hi to Joel,” you explained.
He took another drag of his cigarette, the cherry burning at the bottom. After a long inhale, he puffed out an air of smoke, filling the space with that stinging smell of nicotine. You weren’t completely opposed to the smell, and you most definitely appreciated him blowing it to the side so that it didn’t creep up into your nose.
“Joel’s just up at the mini-mart grabbin’ some beers. M’sure he’ll be back soon,” he shrugged. “I’m Tommy by the way, his brother.”
He extended his free hand, and you met him halfway to give him a friendly handshake, introducing yourself as well. Tommy donned that same lopsided grin as Joel; it must be that Southern charm and hospitality.
“So,” he drawled. “How y’know my brother?”
You shifted your weight between legs, trying to come up with some stupid lie to explain how you did know him. Short answer: he fixed your car. Long answer: he gave you the best orgasms of your life. 
“I, uh, came through town a few months ago to get my car fixed, and—.”
“Hey, Tommy! Come help me with the beers, man!” A voice shouted from the side door.
Tommy gave you an apologetic grin, rounding the corner to meet his brother outside. You leaned against the counter, drumming your fingers against it as you waited for them to reemerge. Tommy was walking back through the door moments later, a six-pack of beers in hand and Joel in tow. 
“C’mon man, I told you no smokin’ in the damn shop,” Joel grumbled, smacking the back of Tommy’s head.
Tommy only laughed at his brother's annoyance, walking around the counter to give Joel a clear view of you standing there. As his eyes set on you, Joel stopped in his tracks, a wild grin splitting across his face.
“Well, would y’look at that,” he beamed. “If it ain’t my favorite customer.”
A warmth crept up your skin, your cheeks blushing at his words. He approached you, leaning against the counter to mimic your stance. He still wore that worn-down black t-shirt, the fabric thinned out and stretching over his muscles. You wondered how long those scratches stayed on the skin of his back after you both…
“Ohhhh,” Tommy interrupted, forcing your eyes to tear away from Joel’s. “You’re the girl that’s got my brother out $500!”
Snapping your head back to Joel, you smacked his bicep in embarrassment.
“You told him?!” You shrieked.
Joel doubled over in laughter, clutching the arm you had just whacked.
“Calm down, darlin’. I ain’t ever think I’d see you again! S’all in good fun.”
You buried your face in your hands, letting out a small groan. Of course, he’d tell his fucking brother about you; the girl that didn’t have any fucking money for a car and slept her way out of the debt. You could bet Tommy probably didn’t believe Joel when he told him the story, either.
“Aw, c’mon now babydoll,” Joel crooned, peeling your hands away from your face. “I ain’t meant no harm in tellin’ the story.”
“He hasn’t told another soul,” Tommy said. You glanced over to see him raise a hand in defense. “Scouts honor.”
You smack Joel again for good measure, eliciting a howling laugh from Tommy on the other side of the counter. 
“Tommy, I’ll close up the shop tonight,” Joel said, raising an eyebrow at his brother. “Why don’t you head out and grab Sarah for me? M’sure I’ll be back in time for the game.”
“Fuckin’ better be,” Tommy tossed back. “Ain’t tryna lose my money to you again.”
“Seems like he needs that money,” you chimed in, rolling your eyes.
This time Joel shoved at you playfully, a hearty laugh rumbling through his chest. 
“Now she’s got jokes!” He teased. 
“Ha ha very funny,” Tommy said, scooping up the six-pack into his arms. “Nice meetin’ ya miss. Don’t run up your tab too high while you’re here.”
Tommy was just as good with the jabs as you were, so you threw him a quick smile and wave before he slid out the back door and disappeared. With only Joel and you left, that nervous feeling crept back in. 
“Got another tire blown out or did y’miss me?” Joel teased.
“Don’t let your ego get too big, cowboy,” you said. “I’m just rollin’ back through town.”
“Pretty sure I’m big everywhere, babydoll, but y’already know that.”
Joel took a step towards you, twisting a strand of your hair through his fingers. You could see the midday sun reflecting in his brown eyes, making them sparkle the longer he stared. Your gaze flicked down to his lips, that pouty bottom one quipped up into a slight grin. 
“You’re just so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” You laughed.
“Sure enough to know that pretty pussy is just soakin’ your underwear right now,” he drawled. 
He grabbed your hips, pinning you to his chest with an arm braced around your back. Dipping his hand between your bodies, he slid a finger over the seam of your zipper, teasing your already throbbing clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feather-like touch of his finger, your body aching for him.
“Fuckin’ knew it,” he whispered in your ear.
Your breath hitched as he popped open the button on your jeans and tugged down the zipper. Slipping two fingers between your skin and underwear, he drew lazy circles over your clit, watching you with rapt attention as you tried to stifle a moan.
“Mhmm,” he crooned. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout this pussy ever since you left town, darlin’.”
“Yeah?” you exhaled, rolling your hips against his fingers as they worked faster.
“Ain’t ever had my cock so wet.” Joel pressed a kiss against your neck as his fingers slid between your wet folds and teased your entrance. 
“Christ, Joel,” you exhaled. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else.”
Joel glanced around the empty waiting room and shrugged.
“No one’s here, darlin’.”
“Your shop windows are glass,” you argued. “Anyone can see us if they drive by.”
Teasing your wet folds, Joel slid a finger inside you, slowly curling it in an attempt to shut you up—which did work, unfortunately. You leaned into his broad chest, your head resting on his sternum as he continued the movement in slow strokes. 
“Joel,” you whimpered, clutching the fabric of his shirt.
“What, babydoll?” He asked innocently as if he didn’t fucking know what he was doing to you.
“Take me to the garage,” you breathed. “Please.”
“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely, darlin’.”
Pulling his hand out of your jeans, Joel bent to scoop you up, drawing your legs around his waist to carry you out of the waiting room. You wound your arms around his neck, dipping your head down to kiss along the stubble of his jawline. His hands squeezed your ass as he walked you both through the door to the garage, situating himself at the workbench. Still positioned in his lap, you wasted no time and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. You could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed you back, his hands roaming up and down your body as you devoured one another. 
“Jesus, babydoll. Y’really did miss me, huh?” he muttered against your open mouth.
“Maybe I did, cowboy.”
Grinding your hips on his lap, you felt the strain of his cock beneath the worn-out fabric of his work jeans. Joel nipped at your bottom lip, groaning as you circled your hips harder. 
“Easy now, darlin’,” he warned. “Don’t wanna ruin my jeans like some middle school boy.”
You laughed and doubled down on your movements against his cock, each drag of your body forcing him to tense up. Joel’s hand came up to cup your breast through your bra, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper. 
“Y’gonna be a good girl for me, babydoll?” he questioned.
You snuck a glance at his face, seeing his pupils blown wide with lust. Nodding quietly, you stilled your movements and focused on the feel of his fingers pinching your hardened nipple through the fabric. Your jaw went slack as he toyed with you, coaxing humiliating sounds from your lips with each twist.
“Hmm,” he mused, leveling you with a dangerous stare. “That's how I get you to behave, huh?”
“Joel,” you whined breathlessly. 
“Use your words, babydoll.”
“I need you to fuck me,” you begged, leaning into his touch.
“Where’s those manners, darlin’?” he taunted.
Giving him the biggest pouty face you could muster, you pushed your bottom lip out and sealed the deal by batting your eyelashes at him.
“Please, cowboy?” 
Joel rolled his eyes and chuckled, bringing his hand down on your ass to deliver a sharp slap. Hoisting you back up, Joel spun your body back against the wall of the garage, shoving your shirt up as he pressed you against it. He wasted no time in dragging down your bra, ravishing your skin with kisses and bites, leaving a trail of marks down your breast and sternum. You ran your hands through his curls, feeling the humidity of the air dampen them the longer you both stayed in the garage. Neither of you seemed to mind, though; you were so wrapped up in each other there was no telling of what was happening in the outside world. 
He took your nipple between his teeth, biting it softly and rewarding your behavior with another trail of kisses back up your chest and neck. He mumbled a slew of curses under his breath as you mewled against his touch, his mouth hot against the underside of your jaw.
“Quite the mouth on you, cowboy,” you teased. 
“Y’already know what this mouth can do, darlin’. Don’t tempt me.”
“Why don’t you remind me?” you asked, a smug grin teasing your lips.
“Fuck, babydoll,” he groaned.
Setting you back down on your feet, Joel nodded towards his black truck, silently instructing you to move. With the truck bed already down, you did a little hop and shimmy onto it, settling back against the warm metal. Joel grabbed a clean towel off his workbench and stalked towards you with a devilish grin.
“Afraid to get your truck messy?” You smirked.
“I already know you’re gonna have the entire bed of it soaked in damn near a minute,” he responded.
Letting impatience get the best of you, you worked yourself out of your jeans and underwear, slingshotting it directly at Joel’s chest as he neared the edge of the truck. Catching it with one hand, he pocketed the black lace effortlessly, offering you the towel to situate yourself onto. Sliding your body into the towel, you dropped your legs open, giving Joel a perfect view to ogle at.
“Like what you see, cowboy?” You giggled, trailing your fingers down your abdomen and towards the wetness between your thighs. 
“Damn right I do, darlin’.”
Joel pressed up against the truck bed, bending over to kiss down your stomach where your hand laid against your aching clit. He brushed his lips over your fingers before drawing them into his mouth, sucking on them gently. Your breath hitched as your eyes connected, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Joel pulled your fingers from his mouth and guided your hand through his hair.
“Give them curls a tug if y’need it, darlin’.”
Then his mouth was on you. Devouring you. Lapping at you. Every flick of his tongue sent shockwaves through your body, your veins coursing with an indescribable need to explode. Joel didn’t let up for a single second, his tongue and jaw working at you until your thighs quaked around his neck. He was pushing you closer and closer until that coil inside your stomach was ready to snap. You cried out as he flattened his tongue against your clit, putting pressure at just the right spot to make you see stars.
“Right there… oh my God, Joel,” you whispered, panting as you felt that build-up in your body begin.
With another long draw of his tongue and the brush of his nose against the sensitive bud of your clit, that coil snapped. Hot, warm liquid gushed out of you, covering the entirety of his open mouth and chin. Joel groaned as he continued lapping at you, the disgusting sound of your wet cunt drowning out the heartbeat thudding in your ears. Aftershocks of your orgasm coursed through you, your body pulsing with pleasure with each press of his mouth against you.
You tugged at his curls as he instructed, and Joel lifted his face to reveal what a dripping mess he had become. Your cheeks reddened at the sight of his hooded eyes and wild smile; the look of sheer bliss painting his features. Exhaling, you sagged against the metal of the truck, your chest rising and falling as you tried to regain some semblance of control.
“God, I sure did miss this pussy,” Joel hummed, nudging his nose against your dripping cunt. 
You squirmed against his face, too afraid another orgasm would surge through you and drench him again—which he obviously wouldn’t be opposed to. But you needed his cock buried inside you, now.
“Joel, climb up here,” you said, patting the metal beside you.
“What if I ain’t ready yet?” he argued, kissing the inside of your thighs.
“Joel,” you demanded.
“Alright, alright,” he sighed. “Don’t get all impatient on me now, darlin’.”
Hauling himself onto the truck bed, he crawled over your limp body, kissing up the side of your neck. Using what little strength you had left, you maneuvered yourself over him, flipping you both until you straddled his lap. Joel’s hands came up to your bare hips, his thick fingers squeezing and kneading the supple flesh as you rolled against his hardened cock.
“Gonna let me ride you, cowboy?” You asked.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back. “Boutta be the best ride of my goddamn life.”
Giving him a wink, you hurried to undo his belt and jeans, letting his cock spring free. Christ, you forgot how big it was. Joel chuckled at the way you stalled a moment, bucking his hips upwards in an attempt to get you moving.
“Calm down, cowboy,” you warned. “I’m gettin’ there.”
Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you positioned it at your entrance, slowly sinking down until your clit brushed against the curls at the base. Even dripping wet, you were forced to stretch around him, the fullness leaving you breathless for a moment. 
“Y’look so pretty like that, babydoll. S’fuckin full of me,” Joel hummed.
You whimpered at his words, moving your hips up and down finding the right tempo that sent you both into oblivion. The press of your knees against the metal wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but you could ignore it so long as he enjoyed himself. You picked up the pace, your body bouncing up and down as you forced his cock deeper inside you. Joel’s jaw went slack as he watched you, enraptured with the way you moved above him. Your bodies slapped together with each drop of your hips, and his fingers flexed against your waist as he pushed and pulled your body until you were grinding against him. 
“There ya’ go, babydoll,” Joel murmured. “Feel how deep I am?”
You only gave him a pathetic moan, letting his hands guide your body as you pulsed around his cock. You were so fucking full, the tip of his cock spearing up into you with each drag of your hips. Snaking a hand down your body, your fingers found your clit, drawing desperate circles as you tried to chase the orgasm threading through your muscles. 
“Fuck,” Joel groaned. “You’re just desperate to cum again, huh?”
“Yes, Joel,” you whined, putting more pressure on your clit as he drove himself deeper.
“S’fuckin’ pretty like that,” Joel exhaled. “Gonna drench me again, huh? Let’s see it, babydoll, cover me with it.”
Your mouth opened with a soundless cry, your cunt flexing around his cock as another orgasm ruptured through you, soaking your thighs and seeping into his jeans. Hauling you down against his chest, Joel positioned his knees upward, pistoning his hips against yours at a violent pace. 
“Fuck!!” You sobbed as more liquid gushed out of you, the strength of your orgasm amplified at this angle.
“Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, c’mon,” Joel praised, his lips pressed against your ear. “Keep goin’, babydoll. I know y’can give me more.”
“I—I can’t!” You stammered.
Your orgasm wouldn’t let up, though. Joel’s cock drove into you with such force, that you continued soaking him over and over again despite your wailing protests. Joel continued praising you and talking you through each ripple of your orgasm, hushing you as you cried harder. 
“Just like that, babydoll. Shh… Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me.”
Joel kept a brutal pace, wrecking into you as he chased his own release. His hips snapped up one final time before he was spilling into you with a choked groan falling from his lips. 
Falling limp against his body, you stared at the sides of the truck bed with glazed eyes. Tremors still wracked through your body as you settled into his embrace, his hand rubbing soft circles over your shoulders. Craning his head to the side, Joel captured your lips in a soft kiss, his tongue dancing over yours slow and sweet. 
“Doin’ alright, babydoll?” he asked, breaking away from your lips.
You nodded mindlessly, too blissed out to form words. Nestled into his body, you let your fingers wander up his bicep and over his shoulder. Joel placed a soft kiss at the crown of your head, his muffled words lost in your hair.
“Hmm?” You asked.
“S’nothing,” he whispered. “Just enjoyed the ride, that’s all.”
You rested your head on his sternum, giving him a questioning look. 
“Sounded like you said something else,” you said, cocking a brow.
Joel huffed a laugh, his head falling back against the metal with a soft thud.
“I don’t know, darlin’. Guess I kinda like you.”
“Guess I kinda like you too, cowboy.”
Rolling off of him, you situated yourself against the side of the truck bed, resting your legs over his stomach. Joel’s hand kneaded into the tight muscles of your calves, working at the knots in your legs. His head leaned to the side to catch a glimpse at you, a smile breaking across his face.
“How long are y’staying in town?” he asked.
“I was only passing through,” you sighed.
His smile faltered a moment, that glimmer of hope flickering out in his eyes. Suddenly, the thought of leaving didn’t sound so nice.
“Why don’t y’stay the night?” he offered. “Got myself a big enough bed to sleep in, babydoll.”
“How much is it gonna cost me?” You teased, rubbing your foot over the softest part of his lower stomach.
“I’m thinkin’ a good blowjob,” he mused.
“Whatever you want, cowboy. Count me in.”
You spent a few moments in harmonious silence, basking in the circumstances’ simplicity. After a while, you found yourself climbing off the truck in search of your jeans and underwear. Joel worked his way down, too, stuffing his cock back into his pants and gathering the damp towel off the truck bed.
“You still have my underwear,” you grumbled, shaking out your jeans to slide into.
“And I’m gonna keep ‘em, darlin’,” Joel said, grabbing you by the waist to reel you in for a kiss. “Need me a lil’ souvenir.”
“You’re unbelievable,” you chuckled.
Foregoing underwear, you stuffed yourself back into your jeans and followed Joel to the passenger side of the truck, where he had the door already propped open for you. Helping you in, he reached over to secure your seatbelt, kissing your cheek softly before shutting the door and walking to the driver's side.
Turning the key in the ignition, Joel glanced over at you, his eyes roaming over your messy hair and rosy cheeks. 
“Y’sure are beautiful, babydoll. Wish I could keep ya here,” he sighed.
You rested your chin in your hand, leaning over the center console. 
“I don’t know, cowboy. Your negotiating skills are pretty damn good. Might talk me into staying with all those sweet words.”
“Oh yeah?” he perked up. “Y’know you still got a hefty bill to pay off.”
“Shit, you’re right,” you agreed. “I might have to stay a while to settle that debt.”
Joel cracked a smile, lifting up the console to haul you closer to him. Backing out of the garage, he navigated the truck onto the main road and towards wherever home was for him. Settling into his side, your fingers danced over the zipper of his pants as you waged your brows at him.
“Think I should start paying off that debt now?” You asked.
“I ain’t arguing with that, babydoll,” Joel grinned.
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arklay · 1 year
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oh shit i just realised i didn't post my modded claire screenshots here... i made a whole thread on cursed bird app lmao but mayhaps i do a lil recolouring of my favourite ones and post them all nice 🥰🥰
#leah.txt#literally playing through it was more enjoyable this time... i can't explain this idk why i'm so sorry but running around with her i was so#giddy i'm not even joking like kicking my feet and giggling when before i was like okay yeah whatever lmao adjskjdk#leah is a Hater for new character model oopsie... it's just. sigh. i think she's pretty and her face model is gorgeous but just doesn't#feel like claire to me and i have this weird disconnect when i see her because it just. doesn't fit. and i had that whole rant before i#deleted it but i feel like with the remake outfits for both claire and jill they took all of their personality away and it's just eh. and#taking away claire's auburn or red hair and making it light brown is so weird to me. like that was her thing. and giving them both the#skinny jeans combat boots tank top (+ jacket with claire) look of Action Girl was so boring to me idk they were in situations where they#could dress the way they wanted to and it didn't need to be the most practical because they both weren't prepared for the situations they#were put into. augh. idk. also skinny jeans like that weren't a big thing in the 90s anyways so yeah i'm pouty face crossing arms#i do love claire's necklace and bracelet though i think they are so nice and add a lot but yeah idk. i love claire's look with her shorts#with bike shorts underneath. it's so fun!!!! also her personality too idk there's like. all the elements of claire are there where she's a#strong and tough personality but she's still sweet and compassionate and jokes around. but it was like. a strange balance to me? and she#felt too like rough and tough when she's lichrally just a college student lmao she hasn't gone through the horrors yet why is she so pissed#off!!!!!! idk. who knows. she didn't feel as soft i suppose. sorry for being a hater on main i swear i love it i just there's a disconnect#in my brain that goes that's not claire....... idk idk sorry <3#but yes running around with her in her dc outfit and red hair and a tweaked face model made me soooooooooooooo not normal lmao#also omg lmao forgot to say it oh here i think idk but happy new years besties!! i hope the new year only brings good to you all!!
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Need your Price and Ghost training reader how to fight. Teacher her how use her small size to her advantage, their hands wrapped around her waist, a hand pressed flat to her core muscles, bicep, or her thighs tell her what muscles to use. Their hands sometimes linger a little too long, a little to close to a sensitive spot. She trying her best to keep her composure but it’s hard after losing a sparing match. Being pinned under ghost, his hands pinning her wrists beside her head on her back, slotting himself in between her thighs. They have been so patient and finally they are rewarded with a whimper, a plea for them to stop teasing her.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x afab F!Reader x Captain John Price
Rating: Explicit/18+ Words: 4.5k Warnings: Canon-typical violence, sparring as foreplay, power play, praise kink, oral sex, vaginal fingering, PIV sex, creampie
a/n: I love Ghost x reader x Price stuff because those two would be the cockiest mother fuckers. They would just try to out do each other while having perfect teamwork to achieve the goal of ruining their partner.
Ghost asks, “you ready, sergeant?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be, L.t,” you answer. You were, in fact, not ready. Even several feet away that man was intimidating. Almost six and a half feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. You were approaching the end of your medical leave. Price put you out of commission after an incident in the field.
A violent tussle turned into you clawing at an enemy’s forearm as they choked you from behind. Your relief only came after the sound of two suppressed bullets whizzed past your head. As the enemy’s body dropped, they took you down with them. 
You struggled to breathe until Captain Price pulled you up. Ghost decided to crack a joke.
“Breathe easy, sergeant.”
Always a comedian. 
Days later and your throat still feels sore. You were a recon specialist, you were trained to be quick and nimble. Your job was to never be seen in the first place. Let alone get into a hand to hand fight. You were so good at your job, in fact, that your hand to hand skills were a bit lacking now.
Ghost offered to give you a refresher on sparring with a larger opponent. You were a bit hesitant to practice with him, but Captain Price overheard. He decided you wouldn’t be allowed back into the field until you passed inspection.
So here you are: sanitizing the padded floor of a practice sparring room. You’re wearing standard black sweatpants and a black tank top. Both of you are barefoot. Ghost opted for similar pants, his “casual” skull balaclava, and a tight, black t-shirt. It felt scandalous to see so much of his arms. 
The other reason you were hesitant to do this was your embarrassing attraction to most of your squad. It wasn’t uncommon. Put a bunch of attractive people in peak physical condition in close quarters and something is bound to happen.
You just feel a bit embarrassed because, right now, that crush is front and center. You have no idea if he even finds you attractive.
You think to yourself, “focus, girl. Stop looking at his arms.” It’s very difficult when he crosses them in front of his chest. He jostles his head side to side and an audible pop or two erupts from his neck joints.
Ghost does not hold back. You are getting your ass handed to you. 
“You have to keep your arms close,” he says. He has your wrist pinned behind your back. He knows how to twist the arm just enough for it to hurt. “If the enemy gets a hold of your arm, you’re done for.”
You struggle against his grip. All of your training from years ago is wiped from your mind every time his skin brushes against your neck or shoulders. Hopefully you never develop a crush on the enemy. 
He only has you pinned with one hand, he places the other on your hip and nudges you at an angle.
“Shift your weight like this to use my own weight against me.”
You push your body just the way he demonstrated. Moving to the side and dropping down in an attempt to pull him with you. You are able to slip away as you twist yourself to the side. Ghost falls the other way. He’s not fazed at all and even seemed to be leaning into it for your benefit. But still, you did it.
“Quite good,” he remarks as he pats you on the shoulder. The rough texture of his gloves sends a shiver down your spine. “Now if only you can do that without my help.” He rolls his head and it lifts his mask up enough to reveal a bit of his neck. How does such a small amount of skin seem so scandalous? He cracks his knuckles once more. “Again.”
Now that he’s taught you a few more disarming techniques he stopped holding back. He twists and pins your body in more ways that you can count. Anytime you feel his skin brush against yours you feel your blush deepen. Thank god you can just blame it on exertion.
Surprisingly, Ghost is very positive. You expected him to be a hardass, but during this lesson there is only praise or orders to try again.
“Good.” “Again.” “Better.” “On your feet.” “That’s it.”
It’s maddening. Sometimes he speaks right into your ear. You’re losing focus the longer this goes on. There are even times he slots his leg between yours to really limit your movement. Once you tried to leverage your weight and break free, but you ended up just grinding against his thigh. It sent a shockwave through your body. You almost blurt out an incredibly embarrassing noise.
You are losing your mind.
You're pulled down onto your knees. Ghost’s forearm is wrapped around the front of your neck. Your upper body is pulled against his chest and one of his legs is settled between yours. It’s a struggle to breathe. 
Your entire body is hot. You look down and take in details in his tattoo you’ve never seen this close. Every contour of his chest is pressed against your back. You’re adrenaline heightening everything. It’s becoming a struggle to breathe. You could tap out. You should tap out.
But, you don’t.
You are savoring this moment. 
“Lesson’s going well, innit?” Captain Price’s voice echoes against the walls and rubber mat. Ghost releases his grip and you topple forward. You catch yourself with your forearms before you faceplant into the mat. 
“She’s improving,” Ghost answers, “but still not quite good enough.”
You get on all fours to collect yourself. Great, if Price doesn’t see enough improvement then you’ll stay benched. You’re already unprofessionally horny and feeling the scrutinizing gaze of your captain isn’t going to make things much better. 
Captain Price grabs a fold-up chair and sits near the wall with his arms crossed. Ghost attempts to grab and maneuver your body. You are getting better, but exhaustion is settling in. You swear he’s situating his leg between yours more. Or maybe you’re losing it and he isn’t purposely pulling you down onto that thigh. It caught you off guard and you were barely able to choke back a very undignified noise.
You were mortified, but Ghost acted none the wiser.
“Something wrong, sergeant?” He asks. You catch your breath and rub the back of your neck to collect yourself.
“Just getting tired, L.t.” You pray that he accepts that excuse. The truth is utterly embarrassing.
“You’re more vulnerable when you’re tired, right sergeant?” Price is walking up behind you. You’re so on edge that every footstep makes your body tense. “Means you should be even more on guard, right?”
“Yes, sir,” you answer.
To prove his point, Price grabs your wrist and twists your arm behind your back. Not enough to really hurt, but there is a dull pain. You feel the rough fabric of his clothes brush against your shoulders. You hold back another unprofessional noise and pray they think it’s just discomfort.
“I need water,” you say. You desperately need a break from the most insane unintentional foreplay you’ve ever experienced. Hopefully you can end this soon and just go to town on yourself in the privacy of your room or in a shower stall. 
You empty your water bottle in one go. Uncaring that a considerate amount is dripping past your lips, down your chin, and onto your chest. You’re gasping as you finish it. The cool water only offers temporary relief because the moment you look back you see Price and Ghost staring at you.
Ghost asks, “ready to go again?” Christ, he doesn’t sound like he’s talking about sparring lessons. You need to get this over with and get out of this room with these men. You shake yourself back into focus and crack your knuckles.
Ghost waits until you plant your feet into the mat and nod to signal you’re ready. After all this time, he’s still so fucking quick. You manage to duck away from his first swipe, but that was just a fake out. You already committed to the dodge and weren't prepared for his leg to catch you off guard. You trip to the side and stumble. Next thing you know, Ghost has a hand gripping your waist and he pulls you down to the floor.
You crack. Ghost has your chest pinned to the floor, one hand pinning both of your wrists above your head, and one of his knees is pressed into the mat. And it just so happens that knee is between both of your legs.
You try, you really tried to use the techniques you’ve learned. A simple twist of your upper body momentarily freed your wrists, but that accidentally made you grind against Ghost’s leg. You lost all concentration and he pinned you back down.
You tried squeezing your legs together in order to lose balance on that knee and flip him over, but there was that same problem. The moment you tense your core and squeezed your leg a hot spike ran right through your body and it started to ache between your legs.
How was sparring the best foreplay you’ve ever experienced? This was a sign it’s been way too long. You needed to get out of here.
“P—please,” you whimper into the floor mat.
“Hmmm?” replies Ghost. “What’s that sergeant?”
“Speak up, love,” orders Price. He squats down by your head to be able to hear you better.
“Tell me If this is a sick game.” You are trying to breathe evenly. Your nipples are stiff and any squirming rubs your body against the mat. “If it is, please let me go.” You turn your head to the side as much as possible and are greeted by a very amused captain and a seemingly amused Ghost.
Ghost replies, “I’ve never known Captain John Price to make jokes.”
“Lieutenant Simon Riley likes to joke around,” Price adds. “But, he doesn't play games.” Ghost pushes his leg between your thigh, even that slight added pressure makes you moan. There’s no use hiding it, these two have been messing with you since they brought up the idea of sparring practice.
“There she is,” says Price. “Was wondering how long you were going to hold out.” There’s no need to hold back, so you squirm against Ghost’s leg. He figures you out very quickly and pulls back. You let out a frustrated whine.
“Easy, love,” he reassures. 
“Not fair,” you protest.
“Maybe if you didn’t tease us with that water break we’d be more inclined to play fair.”
“I wasn’t—!” Price cuts you off, “a likely story, that is. Right, Simon?” You whine again as Ghost adjusts his grip on your wrist. You swear you can hear him chuckling behind you.
“This one’s more used to subterfuge,” he remarks. “That’s why she’s in this predicament.”
You weren’t paying attention when Price walked away, but you could feel the mat shifting as he approached. He brought a chair over, but he just places it down a few feet away and then closes the gap.
“I’ve got her, lieutenant,” he says as he takes your wrists from Ghost. He keeps you pinned to the mat as Ghost separates himself from your body. Price’s touch is searing. You wonder if he always runs a bit hotter than most, or if you’ve been affecting them like they affected you.
“This alright, love?” Ghost asks as his fingers lightly touch your waist..
You frantically nod into the padded floor. Price’s grip tightens.
“Use your words,” he orders. “Your L.t. just asked you a question.” They are both addressing each other by rank. As if to double down on how forbidden this is. 
“Yes, sir,” you answer breathlessly. Half of your face is still pressed into the mat, but you can see Price raise his eyebrows. Price lets go of your wrists and moves backwards to sit on the chair he pulled up. You try not to stare at the tent in his pants.
Before you can pretend you aren’t ogling your captain Ghost lifts your upper body off the floor. He speaks directly into your ear.
“Your captain is waiting.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. “You’ll take care of him, won’t you?”
“I will,” you answer. “I promise.”
“Good girl.”
Those two words begin to melt the world around you. The three of you have hardly done anything, yet you can feel your mind slipping into a haze. All you crave is praise from these two men you admire. Ghost helps brace you on all fours before gently nudging you towards your captain. 
You should be embarrassed crawling on all fours to kneel in front of Price. He’s trying to contain his smug expression, but failing. He twiddles his fingers like he wishes he had a cigar to smoke as you debase yourself in front of him.
Without warning, Ghost is behind you, leaning forward, and gently holding your jaw. When you weren’t looking he took off his gloves.
“Well?” He asks. “You said you’ll take care of him.” 
You lean forward and lift your hands to Price’s belt. He scoots forward in the chair to give you better access. You fail at not ogling his hard cock tenting in his pants. Your hands eagerly pull up his shirt and help spring his cock free from his pants. 
Your throat bobs as you swallow. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but now you’re worried you’re in over your head. You look up and see Price tipping his hat with a nod. It’s encouraging. 
You lower your head and Price hisses as your tongue tentatively licks his cock.
Your hand squeezes the base of his cock. You swirl your tongue around the tip and relish his body shuddering. You almost want to ask if you're ending a dry spell. You want to be a bit cruel and tease him. Use your scrap of power against the man that’s been messing with you since he stepped into the room.
You can’t help yourself. You give in and slowly envelope his cock with your eager mouth. One hand holds onto the base of the shaft while the other presses into his thigh for support. You slowly lower your lips to try and take as much of him as you can. 
Your captain lets out an undignified, guttural noise. It’s the most encouraging noise he’s ever made. You focus on his uneven breathing and watch his abdomen twitch. 
Silently, Price grabs your hand and places it firmly on his thigh. He gives your hand a firm squeeze and then two pats. His other hand lifts your chin and he looks at you waiting. You tap his thigh twice. He nods in response. It's a signal, your captain is making sure you know you can tap out at any time. He really does think of everything. 
You find your rhythm. Price places a hand behind the base of your head. He doesn’t push or pull. The soft pressure is comforting. Your hand works in tandem with your mouth, squeezing and sucking slowly at first. When you press your tongue flat against the underside of his head his grip on the back of your head tightens.
You feel powerful. Captain John Price is becoming putty in your hands. You get the feeling this is the only scrap of power you'll have between the two of them. 
You freeze when you feel Ghost's fingers dip inside the waistband of your sweatpants. It takes you a moment to realize he is also asking for permission. Maybe he noticed your hesitation or he's just a gentleman.
You shake your hips just enough for Ghost to get the message. He pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. His hand slowly teases and moves up your thigh. The slightest touch at your center makes you accidentally gag on Price’s cock.
“Fuck—ing hell.” His voice almost sounded melodic. His fingers press against your clit and tease your folds. You are grateful that your mouth is stuffed, if not your sounds would be echoing off the walls.
“What is it, Ghost?”
“Fuckin’ soaked,” he replies. “You can hear it right, mate?” His fingers quickly tease and a wet sound reaches your ears. Your face feels hot as embarrassment overwhelms you. 
“I hear it,” Price replies. “We should have pinned her down earlier. Poor thing was so worked up.”
“Yeah, poor thing,” Ghost echoes.
Ghost pushes his fingers inside and you let out another muffled moan. His fingers stretch and tease you in ways you haven’t felt in so long. You’ve only had fleeting privacy and your own hands for months. And his hands are so much larger than yours.
All you can do to distract yourself from this shame is focusing on getting Price’s cock further down your throat. When your body resists and you gag, Price's hand is there. His thumb softly stroking the base of your skull. It drives you to push harder, ignore the phantom pain from your injury and take someone’s cock deeper than before.
Ghost’s fingers find that sweet spot and your legs begin to tremble. You feel that pressure building at an embarrassing rate. 
Your body tightens and you pull your mouth off of Price’s cock. 
“Please,” you gasp. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s it, love,” Price encourages. He takes over and leisurely strokes his cock as he watches you come undone. Pathetic please spill from your mouth as you attempt to push your hips back to encourage Ghost. 
“C’feel you getting tight, love,” Ghost remarks. He sounds so full of himself as he states the obvious. "Just like that."
It builds and builds. Ghost’s fingers move faster and get more precise. His ability to assess a firefight in a moment is now focused on the small tells of your body. Which maneuvers make you moan or lean more on Price’s legs. 
Speaking of Price, your ears ring when you hear his low moans. When you move your tongue in just the right way his grip tightens. His burning blue eyes looking down at you with adoration. Even the smallest things between these two men build and threaten to overwhelm you.
It’s too much. You have to lift your head and free your mouth in order to breathe. You look up at Price with pleading eyes, hoping that he can forgive you for letting him down.
“That’s it,” he encourages.
You shut your eyes tight, hands squeeze Price’s thighs as you attempt to bite back your moans. 
"Fucking hell," admires Ghost, "That's what she sounds like?"
"We should do this more often, L.t."
Before that wave of pleasure fades, you feel the tip of Ghost’s cock pressing against your cunt. You try to look back and nod. You can’t speak, but he needs to know that you want everything right now. The moment he sees your consent, he fully thrusts inside. His hips slap against your ass and you let out a weak cry. You were unprepared for him to go so deep so fast.
Then he starts to thrust. Your hands tighten their grip on Price’s thighs as you struggle to find any leverage against his onslaught. 
“Don’t forget about me, love,” says Price. His fingers thread into your hair and he encourages you to suck his cock again. He plants his hand on the back of your head. You only get a moment to brace yourself before they start to use you.
You feel like you’re melting. Overstimulated and hot. You maybe imagined what would it would be like fucking either of these men separately. But this? Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine getting double teamed by two superiors. Feeling so full as both men reach deeper than your body is used to.
A haze falls over you as everything besides this moment melts away. You eagerly get pulled into their rhythm. Mind blank and body eager; moaning constantly because now your body is somehow craving more. 
“We were concerned she couldn’t handle us,” Price says to Ghost. “Maybe we can’t satisfy her.”
“Greedy little thing,” he replies. They are talking about you like you’re not even there. You don't care. As long as they do not stop. 
“Should call Mactavish to give us a hand.” You let out an involuntary moan that you wished you could hide. You look up and see that cocky look on your captain’s face grow. He licks his lips before continuing this train of thought. “Garrick would treat her right.”
“Reyes might want a taste,” Ghost replies.
“König’s been eyeing her for a while.”
You shut your eyes tight and moan around Price’s cock. Your knees tremble as scandalous images flash through your mind. These two keep listing more men than you have holes. It’s scandalous, utterly obscene. On and on, they talk about you and what they want to try. You attempt to make a mental list, but it flows past you so quickly. 
Price holds your head by the base of your skull. His hips lifting up off the chair slightly to get even deeper into your throat.
“That’s it,” he encourages. His cool demeanor is starting to crack. His voice is getting rough and breathing is becoming more uneven. “Just like that. Do you want it?”
You can’t nod without slowing your momentum. So, you resort to looking up and moaning around his cock. You try to memorize the sight of his flushed cheeks and the rough heaving of his chest. It’s the most desperate you’ve ever seen him.
His grip on the back of your head tightens and you see his body seize. You have to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. When you feel that first spurt of cum hit the back of your throat you moan unabashedly to encourage him. It’s almost too much. You struggle to breathe as you fail to swallow his cum. There’s just no room left at the entrance of your throat to take in more.
You push yourself until you can't take it. You have to lift your head with a dramatic gasp to get some air. When Price seems to be finished, you lean forward and thoroughly lick his cock clean.
He hisses softly when you find an incredibly sensitive area.
When you're satisfied with your work, you rest your head against Price’s thigh as Ghost picks up his pace. You let out a pathetic moan when his finger digs into your hips hard enough to bruise. You bite your lower lip to suppress the sounds no longer suppressed by your captain's cock.
"Don't hold back," orders Price. His thumb wipes the sum and saliva drips down your chin.
You can’t. Ghost's grunts reverberate in your head. The fabric of his pants brushing against your legs. Now that he doesn't have to worry about Price, his thrusts get rough.
"Please." Your voice is weak, but the message is clear.
"Sound bloody amazing when you beg," Ghost replies. Praise slips out of him between staccato pants that are more than exhaustion. Was everyone ending a dry spell today?
"She looks amazing too," says Price. "You should see the look in her eyes."
"S'looks great from this angle too." He punctuates his point with a firm grip on your ass. A dull slap rings out, but it's quiet compared to your choked up cries.
Your nails dig into Price's pants as you struggle for any leverage. Your body was already worn out before this mess started and now your mind is fading too. You're running on pure instinct and need.
"Fuck," he spits out. "Where?"
"Don’t stop," you blurt out. You're no longer capable of rational thought. You're on birth control, but you weren't even thinking about it. Right now your body is craving to be filled. "Please."
Ghost must be in a similar position. The moment you plead his hips stutter and he pulls your hips as close as possible to his. Price's nails scrap your scalp and you feel that tightness in your core snap.
"Take it all, love," Price orders. 
You do; you need to. Ghost sounds heavenly as he groans and gasps while he tries to fill you completely. Hips rolling against his as your body chases this high, draw your orgasm out a bit more, get him a bit deeper.
“Please,” you whimper again. It’s all you can give before your body starts to feel heavy. Ghost pulls slowly and you wish you could beg him not to. You feel empty despite your contentment.
"Absolutely marvelous." Price caresses your jaw and you return a weak smile. 
"Fucking perfection, love," adds Ghost. His strong hands gently knead your ass. You feel his cum slowly drip down your thighs. 
You sigh, "thank you, sir."
"Don't thank us just yet, love," says Price. He lifts your jaw so you have to look him in the eyes. 
"Let's get you cleaned up," says Ghost. He lifts your panties and pants back up over your hips. 
Ghost pulls you with him as he stands up. He’s your rock as you attempt to stabilize yourself. You feel his cum ooze out of your cunt and it makes your stomach flip. When you breathe you still taste your captain’s cum, like it’s stained the back of your throat. 
“You can handle more, right?”
You feel tainted from the inside out. You should be satisfied, but your body is burning for more. These men are in the middle of rewiring your brain. On the way to the door you stumble, falling against Ghost’s chest instead of falling to the floor.
“Got you, love,” he whispers. He leans down and lifts your chin. Your mouth is so close to his and a new feeling is blooming in your stomach.
“Simon, please.” You wipe your thumb over his mask across his lips. The look in his eyes changes after hearing his name; not his title or nickname. His eyes quickly flick over to Price making sure the room is squared away.
He deftly lifts his mask over his mouth and leans in for a kiss. You sink into it, this moment of tenderness in the middle of being battered by two storms. You sigh against his chapped lips. It’s nothing like before, but you needed something to ground yourself. 
“Getting sweet on her, lieutenant?” Asks Price as he approaches. Ghost lifts his head and pulls his mask back down.
“Keeping her steady, mate.” Ghost holds you steady as you push yourself off of him and attempt to stand. Hopefully you can walk without it being obvious that Ghost fucked you or that you sucked your captain’s dick. When you can walk, Ghost gives you a pat on the shoulder. He looks at you before he unlocks and opens the door. "We're not done with you."
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huggingkoalas · 1 month
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ride me it
pairings natasha romanoff x fem!reader
synopsis riding a motorcycle should be similar to riding her face, right?
word count 1.8k
warnings smut, use of vibrators (using a literal motorcycle), mentions of ‘exhibitionist’ kink, mentions/use of ‘mommy’ kink, pet names, teasing, cursing, established relationship, bottom!reader, top!natasha
author’s note am i going absolutely feral over nat's motorcycle scenes in age of ultron and black widow? yessir :P + this fic is inspired by this tiktok edit of nat too <3
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“Will you teach me how to ride, Nat?” You asked, stopping your gentle scratches on her scalp.
Natasha, lying on the bed with her head on your lap, turned her attention from the movie playing on the television to you. Amused, she raised her eyebrows, her infamous smirk on her lips. “Are you talking about my face?”
You slapped her hard on the arm and shook your head in amusement. “I meant the motorcycle, you weirdo.” 
“Ouch, that hurts.” Natasha hissed with a pout on her face. 
Both you and Natasha knew she could handle physical pain since she was literally the Black Widow. Even if she didn’t have superpowers like Thor and the Hulk, she was still one of the most powerful women in the world. Fighting the desire to roll your eyes, you played along with her antics. You rubbed her arm, eyes twinkling in faux pity while mouthing ‘sorry’. 
“I read the mission reports everyone sent from the Ultron Offensive mission. I had no idea you knew how to ride a motorcycle.” You remarked, continuing your featherlight strokes along her hair. You wish you were there that day. If you witnessed Natasha riding a motorcycle, skillfully navigating through traffic and avoiding danger, you’d be drooling right away.
“I guess it just never came up. I wouldn’t mind teaching you, though. It would be hot if you rode something other than my face.” Natasha teased.
“Nat!” Your cheeks turned bright red from her comment. “I-I mean, you’ll have to teach me the basics first, though. I don’t think I’m ready to drive one yet.”
The thought of driving a fast vehicle sent shivers down your spine. Despite feeling scared, you wanted to impress your girlfriend. Maybe if you tried something dangerous, like learning how to ride a motorcycle, she wouldn’t keep calling you a scaredy cat.
“I can teach you the basics now.” She replied, removing her head from your lap and sitting up.
“N-Now? You sure?” You hesitated. “I mean, sure, yeah, okay.”
You didn’t think she’d teach you how to ride a motorcycle now, but you weren’t complaining. Natasha intertwined your fingers with yours, dragging you to the garage quickly. 
You could see the excitement in her eyes as she led you to the garage. The green in her eyes was brighter than usual, and you couldn’t help an endearing smile appearing on your face. Seeing this side of her made your heart melt. Sometimes, she reminded you of a puppy.
Your eyes adjusted to the amount of sunlight flittering through the ceiling-to-floor windows once you reached the garage. It was your first time here, and the spaciousness of the area amazed you. Numerous cars, including SUVs and Humvees, were lined neatly side-by-side. Your gaze immediately spotted the familiar black and red motorcycle you had read in her mission report.
“What’s its model again?” You asked, walking to the motorcycle and running your fingertips along the tank cover before resting your palm on the leather seat.
“It’s a Harley-Davidson LiveWire.” Natasha walked up behind you, resting her hands on your hips. “It’s brand new. The motorcycle from the mission got totalled, so Fury and Stark had to buy me another one.”
“Yeah, I know. I had to deal with financial reports afterwards. It’s... really expensive.” You turned your head to look up at her, leaning up to kiss the tip of her nose. “Only the best motorcycle for the best woman in the world.”
“Enough compliments or I’m bringing you to my room and showing you how much you’re the best woman all night.” Natasha husked, her teeth tugging at your earlobe. Her hot breath whispered in your ear, making you weak to your knees.
She released herself from behind you, her famous smirk on her face as she noticed your flustered state. “Alright, get on the motorcycle.” She said, her voice an octave lower than usual. You looked at Natasha, and she was looking at you with darkened eyes. 
You both knew what that tone meant. It was the tone she would use on you when you were writhing on her sheets, moaning her name over and over again as she brought you to multiple orgasms. Both of you knew what the tone did to you. You’d willingly get on your knees and do anything she asked if she used that sultry voice again.
Clearing your throat to brush your mind off the filthy thoughts your brain had come up with, you inquired. “Won’t it tip over if I get on it?”
Natasha lets out a short laugh as you shoot her a nervous look. There’s a mixture of amusement and something else entirely in her green eyes. You're not sure. She’s making you even more nervous than you already are.
“See that little stick on the side propping up the bike?” With a nod of your head, she points to the black pedal holding the vehicle up. “That’s a kickstand. The bike doesn’t magically defy gravity, and it certainly doesn’t fly.”
You wanted to wipe the smug grin off Natasha’s face. Normally you’d make a snarky remark now, but instead, you let her off with a shrug.
“I promise to catch you if, for some reason, the kickstand doesn’t do its job, detka (baby).” The use of the pet name relaxes you a bit, and you nod your head.
“Fine, I trust you. Is there... A specific way to get on it?” You asked.
“Just mount it, lyubov’ (love). It’s the same as riding on my face.” Natasha replied in a teasing tone. Your head snaps towards her, and your cheeks warm. Her arms are crossed, and her biceps are clearly visible as she wears a black sleeveless sweater. You know you won’t survive the rest of the lesson if she acts (and looks) like this.
You grab the handles and slowly swing one leg over the seat. Your feet barely touch the ground, and you’re tiptoeing while sitting on the vehicle. 
“I think the motorcycle is too tall for me.” You looked at her with a frown.
Natasha expertly climbs onto the bike behind you. “Shortie.” She taunts.
“Careful!” You exclaimed, holding onto the handlebars as the bike tilted left and right due to her movement.
You shift in your seat, getting used to the weird position. The motorcycle seemed larger between your thighs. Furthermore, there were a bunch of pedals, levers, and buttons. You were familiar with what the side mirrors do, but you were not sure what everything else does.
Your heart pounded in your ears. The seat slope caused Natasha's body to press up against you. You shudder slightly as you feel her breasts press up against your back. You tried to make yourself comfortable, but her breath against the back of your neck sent a small shiver down to your core. 
“You’re so tense, detka (baby). Do I make you nervous?” She rests her chin on your shoulder, her hands running down your arms to take your hand in hers while you hold the handlebar.
“You’re sleeping on the couch if you don’t shut up right now, Nat.” You replied, gritting your teeth. As much as you liked her relentless teasing, the heightened adrenaline and fear in your body spiked your anxiousness.
“You’re so cute when you’re angry, lyubov’ (love). Let’s start the lesson then.” Natasha said, turning her attention back to the task at hand. 
She turned the key in the ignition on. The rumbling of the motor startled you as the engine started to thrum softly beneath you.
“I’ll put it on neutral since you’re not driving.” She added.
You nodded your head. You had a license to drive a car, so you knew some driving language. But even though you had experience driving a car, you knew that riding a motorcycle was something completely different. You could feel your heart racing and your grip on the handlebars trembling slightly.
“The lever above the left handle is the clutch lever. The one on the right is the lever for the front brake.” Natasha continued, showing and explaining the parts and their functions.
You couldn't concentrate. The vibration of the engine below you and the slight vibration of the seat had your attention instead. You pursed your lips and nodded as you pretended to understand what she was teaching you.
Closing your eyes for a moment, your breath caught in your throat as Natasha’s lips touch the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. “Are you listening to me?” She murmured against your skin.
You pursed your lips and speak shakily. “Y-Yes.”
Natasha smirked as she watched your face, she could clearly see that your mind was somewhere else entirely, exactly where she wanted it to be. “I can make you feel even better...”
“This is the throttle handle that gasses the motor.“ She taps a finger on the right handle. She slowly turns the handle towards you, her wrist applying pressure, and the engine revs louder.
“Shit, Nat-” You gasp out loud, the vibrations beneath you getting stronger the more she turns the handle. You feel even more wetness gathering in your panties.
“Nat,” You whimpered with desperation. “Please, I..I-”
You arch your body against her and throw your head back against her shoulder, enjoying the vibrations from the seat. Natasha almost moans at the sight of you aching for her. She gently pulls your shirt off, throwing it behind her. The cold air sends goosebumps down your arm and her left hand rests on your thigh, squeezing and kneading your clothed thigh.
“Shh... Quiet. You don’t want someone to walk on us like this, do you?” She warns you.
Your lungs are struggling for air as you gasp. Shame and desire course through your veins at the thought of someone catching the both of you in this position. You bite your bottom lip, biting it hard you think it might bleed. 
“Want me to go faster?” She asks in a sultry voice. Without waiting for your response, she twists the handle down quickly, the seat pulsating quickly and louder.
Your torso jolts forward and you can’t stop the moan that leaves the back of your throat. Your panties and pants are sticking to you uncomfortably as the leather seat vibrates harshly against your folds. You’re rutting down onto the seat desperately, aching for release. 
“I-I’m close, Nat, don’t stop, please-” You somehow manage to plead through the haze.
You moan loudly as she revs the engine loudly once more, and you scream ‘mommy’ as you orgasm, stars blinding your eyes as your body shakes with bliss. Your arousal sticks to your thighs and pools onto the leather seat below you as you come down from your high.
Natasha switches off the ignition once you finish tumbling over the edge. The vibration and the sounds from the motorcycle quiet down, and all you can hear is your increased heartbeat and the silence of the garage. You feel your legs and body twitch slightly from the orgasm. 
You turned your head towards her, seeing a shit-eating grin on her face. “Wow, ‘Mommy’, huh? That’s a first.” She teased, licking her lips. “I’ll have so much fun cleaning the bike later.”
You groaned, hiding your face in her neck. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” 
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itgetsdark-x · 27 days
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Something In Your Mouth
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Summary: what’s a little night out if not for a bit of teasing fun with your dad’s best-friend?
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, mentions of alcohol, age gap (Joel’s age unspecified), oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!!), edging, orgasm denial, forced orgasm (kinda), use of good girl etc, mild humiliation / degrading. idk i feel a lil unhinged with this one besties.
Characters: dbf!joel miller x (f) reader
Word Count: 5.3k
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You pressed your glossy lips together to ensure that the hot pink covered every area of your pout and you smiled at your friend in the reflection of your bedroom mirror. 
“Girl, I’m telling you… Tonight is the night that I finally fuck Joel Miller.” You smirked, taking the bottle from your friend, Sasha’s hands and taking a long swig of the warming liquor.
“Ha! Yeah right… Are we on about the same Joel Miller here? Your dad’s friend, the single father himself and what’s that? Oh yeah, he’s ancient, old enough to be your own dad! He won’t touch you, jailbait, give up.” She laughed again as your flipped her off.
“Sash, I am in my mid-twenties, closer to thirty than I am twenty. Not to mention, I’m hot okay?! There are worse women Joel could sleep with. I’m just saying… I think it’s a good idea. I just get big dick energy from him y’know? I mean, have you seen his hands?! His fingers. I actually feel like if I don’t have him soon, I’m gonna go legally insane.” You huffed.
Sasha shook her head as you stood from your bed to get changed. You flung your comfy t-shirt and shorts into your friend’s direction and grabbed the outfit you had hung on your door. Tonight’s attire was an ensemble of a black leather skirt, hot pink tank top and your trusty platform Doc Marten boots.
“Be fucking real right now, that is not your underwear of choice for the evening!” Sasha all but screeched as she caught a glimpse of your undergarments as you began changing your outfit.
“What?!” You asked with feign innocence.
“You’re wearing a hot pink thong with matching bra. Please tell me this is not for Miller.” She sighed with exasperation, pinching at the bridge of her nose.
“Maybe it is… but hey, if Joel doesn’t want some tonight I’m sure some other lucky guy will appreciate the efforts I have gone to.” You shrugged, winking at your friend. “Now, how ‘bout you quit your judging and get changed so we can get to the bar! The girls are meeting us there.”
Sasha groaned with effort as she stood and joined you in getting changed.
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The bar was busy, you were meeting your friends there to celebrate your upcoming birthday which meant your father was going to be there and in turn, so was Joel. You weren’t a complete idiot, you knew that trying to get with Joel was a huge risk for you both; if your father ever found out, you would most likely be forbidden to ever leave your apartment ever again and well, you couldn’t even imagine what your dad would do to Joel.
Which also meant you had to be calculated with how you went about it; no blatant flirting or teasing in front of your dad, you had to play your cards right, keep them close to your chest.
As soon as you and Sasha arrived into the dimly lit bar, your friends herded over to you and enveloped you in a big hug. You squealed with delight and greeted them all individually before your dad walked over, with the older Miller in tow close behind.
“There’s my princess, happy early birthday, sweetheart.” Your dad beamed, hugging you and kissing your temple.
“Thanks dad, and thanks for actually showing up! I know hanging out with us girls isn’t at the top of your Friday night agenda. Same for you Joel, thanks for coming.” You smiled bashfully at him before he closed the space between you both and gave you a quick squeeze.
Your head span and you could feel your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest, his heady cologne drowning your senses and driving you mad. It was an immediate effect and you couldn’t stop the way your core throbbed at the contact.
“Gotcha a drink darlin’. Happy early birthday.” He flashed a smile in your direction and gave you a glass filled with amber-coloured liquid. “Yes, it’s our favourite. Southern Comfort and lemonade.”
You grinned at him and took a swig of the drink gratefully, just as you turned to talk to your father again, you were almost certain you could feel Joel’s eyes raking over your body with hunger.
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As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the laughter grew rowdier and louder as the music in the bar was turned up. You were dancing with a couple of your friends, every now and then your eyes would catch Joel’s; he sat at the bar talking to your dad and nursing his whiskey.
“Sash, did you see the way he keeps looking at me? And earlier? Please tell me you saw that!” You whined.
“Ugh. God. I hate to feed your delusions but I did see it and I see it now. Even with your back turned, he’s watching you. Fuckin’ weird and intense, it’s like a predator with his prey. Waiting to strike.” She huffed, voice just loud enough for you to catch over the pop music playing.
“Okay… But why is that hot as fuck?” You laughed, throwing your head back as your danced. “I just need my dad to clear off, I love him but I can’t hit on his friend when he right there. That would be weird.”
You carried on dancing, with your friends and even with a couple of men when they tried it; you couldn’t help but notice the way Joel’s stare seemed to intensify when any man came near you, it made you smile to know that he was watching you.
One particular man caught your attention, he was similar to you in age, as far as you assumed and he was handsome, definitely easy on the eyes but nowhere near anywhere as good as Joel. He smirked at you from the bar and closed the distance between you until his hand was on your hip and he was dancing with you. You smiled sweetly at him, peering up at him through your lashes as you brought your thumb up to your glossy lips to suck on it seductively. You flashed a glance over to Joel who looked like he was ready to kill. 
Bingo. You thought to yourself and danced with the handsome male in front of you, the music boomed and you swayed your hips against him, you span yourself around so you could press your ass to his crotch and you smirked over at Joel once again who was now alone at the bar. Your fingers clutched your glass as you wrapped your lips around the thin, red straw and sucked up the cool drink. 
Joel quirked a brow at you, with a look that you couldn’t quite place, it seemed to settle somewhere between lust and utter disdain for you. You gave him a little wave and turned back to face the man you were dancing with, you looped your arms loosely around his neck and continued to dance along to the loud music. 
The nameless man leant down and whispered into your ear, the music distorted his voice but he said something about leaving with him which caused you to giggle. You got up onto your tiptoes to whisper back into his ear but felt a foreign hand pressed against the small of your back. The guy you were just dancing with backed away with his hands held up in innocence. 
“Hey!” You turned around with a deep frown. “Oh… hey, Joel.” You smiled.
“Your daddy left a little while ago, he saw you dancing and didn’t want to… disturb since you seemed busy…” He scoffed. 
“Well I was a lil busy, and now he’s gone. Whatcha want?” You huffed. 
“Don’t fuck around, little girl. We both know what you’re playin’ at.” 
“What?!” You asked with feigned innocence.
“Darlin’” he warned lowly in your ear, his voice sending shivers through you. “You’re out here, shakin’ your ass for everyone.”
“And? Last time I checked, I’m single, of age and having a bit of fun. Is that not allowed, Mr Miller? Not even on my birthday?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him. 
Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, this fake-innocence crap wasn’t getting anywhere with him and he knew you were doing it to get a reaction from him. 
“You’re being a little tease, darlin’ and I think you know it.” He growled, his voice low in your ear. 
You swallowed roughly, even with the drinks you had, your mouth suddenly felt impossibly dry with nerves. You shook your head to Joel and he just chuckled. 
“No, no… You know what you’re doing, I know you’ve been trying to get my attention all night and well, congrats. You’ve got my attention. So what now? What do you want, hm?” He asked, leaning back to gauge your reaction. 
“I — I, I want -“ You stumbled over your words dumbly, without a coherent sentence forming. 
“Hm?” He hummed, he took your hand and trailed it down his hard chest, down his stomach and let it graze across his crotch. 
Even with barely touching him, you could feel the hard length of his cock through the rough material of his worn jeans. You pushed your legs together in the vain hope of staving off the throbbing between them, you could feel your panties get slick as you imagined sinking to your knees and sucking Joel. 
“Funny, you seemed to be playing the big girl earlier, princess. Dancing with anyone, swinging your ass and hips for them. What’s the matter? Cat gotcha tongue now?” He smirked, his voice a soft coo in your ear. 
“I want you to fuck me.” You blurted out, unceremoniously and immediately, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I mean, I uh — ignore me. I’m gonna go find my friends.” You muttered. 
Joel shook his head and held onto your elbow roughly. “Come home with me then, darlin’. My truck is parked out back.”
“You’ve been drinking, I’ve had some drinks. One, I don’t wanna die in your rust-bucket truck and two, this is stupid. I’m being stupid.” You spoke quickly. 
“Firstly, I’m gonna ignore you just called my truck a rust-bucket, that’s a whole other conversation and two, I’ve had two drinks, perfectly fine to drive. And as long as you’re sober enough to consent, and you do wanna do this. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Maybe just don’t tell your daddy.” He laughed. 
You nodded dumbly, words failing you once again and let yourself be led out of the bar by Joel; you briefly shot a look behind you and for a second, you caught eyes with Sasha who just smirked at you as you left. 
Joel opened the truck door for you to climb in, you grabbed the handle on the side and hauled yourself in; knowing your skirt would rise and give Joel a quick glimpse of your skimpy fabric. 
Joel had to all but bite back a groan as he saw the flash hot pink, the curve of your ass just enveloping the lace as you sat down. 
“Fucking hell.” He cursed as he closed the door to his truck and went to the drivers side. “You really are a naughty little tease, aren’t you?” He laughed. 
You shrugged at him with a sheepish smile; in truth you weren’t always this bad but tonight it got you exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 
Joel started his truck and within seconds of driving down the road, you reached your hand across the bench to palm at his cock; your delicate fingers wrapped around his half hard length through his jeans and you couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation. 
He felt thick, even when only half hard and your mouth watered at the thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat. 
“Impatient much?” Joel laughed, flashing a quick smirk in your direction. 
“I need to taste you, like, immediately.” You hummed, you knew it sounded cringey and cliche but you needed it more than you could comprehend. 
“Maybe let’s wait until we are back at mine — fuck —.” Joel cursed as your fingers quickly undid his jeans and dipped into the waistband of his boxers, albeit a little awkwardly. 
“I’m sat here, and I’m wet. I’m talking, on the verge of dripping onto my thighs. I want you. In a way I’ve never wanted a man before so… how about you let me get you warmed up so when we get back to yours, you can have your way with me.” You reasoned, your voice blunt. 
Joel couldn’t argue with that reasoning so he gently lifted his ass off the seat to allow you easier access to pull his thick cock out from his boxers. Your fingers expertly wrapped around his length and you marvelled at the fact your finger tips barely met. You stroked his shaft a few times as you felt him fully harden under your touch. 
You couldn’t help but giggle; it was immature and girlish but in this moment, you felt giddy. You awkwardly repositioned yourself so you could duck your head down and suck the tip of his cock into your wet mouth. 
Joel’s fingers tensed on his steering wheel, you could hear the squeak of the leather protest under his grasp as you wrapped your mouth around the male fully and sank your head down, enveloping him further. 
You kept a hand wrapped around the base of his cock and bobbed your head slowly, a soft moan being muffled by the fullness in your mouth. 
Above you, Joel groaned deeply as your tongue swirled around the tip and you grazed your teeth gently against his frenulum. 
“Oh fuck!” Joel cursed out, one hand coming down to grip into your hair tightly; he couldn’t help the way his hand pushed your head down further. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth. Fuck.” He praised, brushing some hair away so he could catch a better glimpse of the sight below him. 
You hummed in appreciation as you bobbed your head, your hand moving in perfect synchronicity with your skilled mouth. You removed Joel’s cock with a loud pop and you smirked at the male. You moved to kiss at his neck and your teeth grazed over his ear. 
“Tastes better than any sucker I’ve ever had.” You purred, your voice low and sultry. 
“You’re trouble.” Joel stated with a soft groan as your lips continued to kiss down his neck and your head travelled down south once more. “But you look so much cuter with something in your mouth, that’s its princess.” He cooed as your mouth sank around his cock once more. 
The drive back to Joel’s was a short one, even if he did contemplate driving around the block a couple more times just so he could feel your mouth around him for longer. 
Joel pulled into his drive, by this point you were sat up right and running a thumb along your bottom lip to tidy up your lip gloss. Joel tucked himself back into his jeans haphazardly before turning off the ignition to his truck. 
“Inside, quickly. I don’t need the neighbours seeing me bringing you home. You know how rumours spread ‘round here.” He mumbled and it was true, most people knew Joel and they in turn, knew your father. You could almost heard the whispers that would spread around this part of town if they caught wind of what you were doing with Joel. 
You hopped out his truck and walked to his front door ahead of him, making sure to keep a clear distance from the older male; no matter how hard your fingers were itching to explore his body. 
Joel held onto the small of your back as he quickly unlocked his front door and ushered you into the familiar space. 
“Upstairs. You know where my room is.” He stated bluntly as he removed his boots. 
You nodded without another word and silently went up the stairs; you may have been playing the confident card in the truck but now that you were here, now that you were in his house, your hands were shaking with nerves and anticipation. 
Joel entered the room a mere few seconds later and he smiled at you. 
“So you’re not that much of a little brat that you can follow basic instructions.” He cooed. 
You nodded, biting on your lip as you watched Joel effortlessly remove his t-shirt. Just as you pictured it; his chest was tanned and peppered with soft white hair. Further down his stomach as a groomed line of dark hair that disappeared under his waistband. 
“What’s the matter, little girl? Not so brave now?” He smirked, closing the distance between you to hold your chin roughly between his finger and thumb. 
He ducked his head down and kissed you roughly; it was an unceremonious clash of tongues as you kissed him back with intense fervour. 
“That’s what I thought.” He whispered against your lips and let go of your face. “Take off your clothes. Leave on your underwear, I wanna be the one to remove that from you.” He commanded, kicking off his own jeans and sitting on the edge of his bed. 
You suddenly felt self conscious, you could feel the burn of his gaze as you stood in front of him. You turned your back to him as you slowly undid the zip on your skirt and bent down to remove it. 
Behind you, Joel had pulled his cock from his boxers and was stroking himself as you removed your clothes. Once your shirt was removed, you span back round to face the male and gently crossed your legs as you watched him. 
“Fucking look at you.” He groaned, as his cock gently fucked into his fist. “Thought about your body so many times, knew I shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong but look at you, c’mhere.” He mumbled.
You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment at his confession; it soothed your nerves as you realised the attraction was mutual between you both. Joel sat back a little and tapped his lap; you got the idea quickly and straddled him. 
You cock feel his swollen cock rub against your clothes heat and you whined weakly at the contact. 
“Please don’t tease me.” You whispered, looping your arms around his neck as Joel’s hands settled onto your soft hips. 
“‘M not gonna tease you…” he smirked, his eyes lit with mischievous intent. “But I bet you could cum just from rubbing yourself on my cock. Since you seemed to want it so bad at the bar, trying to get my attention. Well guess what, little girl, you got it. Now keep it.” He hummed. 
“Joel —“ you protested, to which he raised a brow at you in question. 
You pushed your hips forward so the tip of Joel’s cock nudged your damp panties, it nudged your clit and you gasp as you began to rut your hips back and forth. 
“Such a needy little girl, aren’t you? So needy for your daddy’s best friend that you’ll rub against his cock like a good little bitch.” He cooed, holding your cheek tenderly as his condescending words fuelled your hips to move faster. 
“Not enough.” You whimpered, your hands scratching at Joel’s back for more leverage. “Need you in me, please. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.”
Joel smirked and pressed two digits into your mouth without warning; you quickly sucked them in, your tongue swirled around them until they were coated with your saliva. 
“Is that what you mean, princess? My fingers are inside of you.”
You shook your head no as your hips moved desperately, the hot pink fabric of your lace thong was ruined; it was dark in colour as your arousal soaked the fabric. 
“Then what is it you mean? Tell me what you want.” Joel said quietly, removing his fingers from your mouth. A long ling of spittle keeping you connected to the older male. 
“Need your fingers in my pussy; need to feel them inside of me as I cum. P-please.” You whined, your voice sounded wrecked already as your hips stuttered against Joel’s cock. 
Joel dipped his fingers into the front of your lace panties, they were slick from your spit and they glided through your wetness with ease. 
He let out a moan as he felt your wetness soak his fingers further; his fingers circled around your clit with skill and your mouth fell agape with intense pleasure. 
You screwed your eyes shut as his fingers sped up to rub over your clit. 
“Oh that’s it, good girl. So wet for me, aren’t you? This all for me?” He hummed. 
You nodded, as your back arched away from the man so he could gain better access to your front. Joel continued to speed his fingers up; he watched your every movement; every heave of your chest, every gasp or twitch of your arm and he knew you were getting close. 
“Tell me when you’re going to cum.” Joel whispered, dropping his head down to kiss at your bra-clad chest. 
“I’m close, Joel. So fucking close.” You whimpered, you were barely making a noise. 
“That’s it, atta a girl.” Joel praised. 
“I — I’m gonna, I’m gonna, fuck!” You screeched, the raw noise ripping from your throat as Joel removed his fingers from your panties at precisely the wrong moment. 
He smirked at you, his mannerism teasing and cruel. 
“What the fuck?” You squeaked, your eyes wide and your chest still heaving. 
“Well I didn’t say you were going to cum, did I?” Joel stated. 
“Please.” You pleaded, your eyes searching for mercy in him. 
“Lay down on the bed for me.” Joel whispered, tapping your ass gently. 
You felt dumb, your body was tingling all over from the overstimulation and lack of orgasm and you moved without knowing how you were doing it. You laid down onto Joel’s bed, your back resting up against his pillows. 
It took everything in you to not turn your head into the soft pillows, breathe in his scent and fuck yourself right there. You felt like a horny teenager who couldn’t ever satisfy themself. 
Joel fully kicked off his boxers and knelt beside you, he motioned his finger in an upwards movement and you sat up for him. Quickly, he removed your bra and your chest gently fell from the hot pink fabric. He gently pushed you back onto the bed and then worked to remove your panties, they too were discarded with the rest of your clothes on the floor. 
“Now, where were we?” Joel smirked before he trailed his fingers back between your legs. 
Instinctively, you spread them for him as he worked over your clit again; within seconds, the pressure was there once again and you tightly gripped at the sheets below you. 
“Joel —“ you whined. “Please. Please, I am begging you, please let me cum.”
“Now where’s the fun in that, little girl?” He murmured menacingly. 
You closed your eyes and willed yourself to not burst into tears there and then; the pleasure you were feeling was intense, Joel’s fingers moved expertly to bring you close to your orgasm and then there was the humiliation of him denying you the thing you wanted most. 
Joel was watching you intensely, he was picking up on every little micro movement your body made or didn’t make, he was calculating when to stop his movements or when to speed them up. Bringing you right up to the edge, almost letting you peer over it but then pulling you right back again; never quite letting you topple into ecstasy. 
He had done this three or four times now and the noises that left your body no longer sounded like your own; they were wrecked sobs of desperation as your arousal coated your thighs and left a wet spot behind in your wake. You could barely remember your own name or where you were anymore; Joel had messed with your mind.
“Please.” You pleaded to Joel, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Please let me cum, I can’t — I can’t take anymore.” Your eyes were glassy with tears at the intensity of Joel’s actions and your own frustration as you experienced another ruined orgasm.
You knew if you really wanted this to stop, you could stand up, get dressed and walk away but you didn’t want that. Joel Miller had rotted your brain and you were fixated under him, completely at his will. 
Joel smirked at you again, that same look he kept giving you; it was smug, it was infuriating and it turned you on even more. 
“Look at you, princess. You’re a mess.” He whispered, his spare hand brushing a strand of hair away from your features. “So wet and messy for me, hm? Are you sure you can even cum now? Do you know what to do?”
You nodded eagerly at the older male, your eyes pleading silently as your mouth was hung open in constant pleasure. 
Joel didn’t say a word, instead he sunk two fingers into your hole without warning; his thumb circled your clit with intense pressure. It was like a million sparks erupted throughout your body; your back arched off the bed, your thighs fell open even further and your walls clenched around Joel tightly. 
You could feel yourself flutter and pulsate around the man’s digits as you came. Your eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was open, not a single sound fell from your parted lips apart from the start of a strangled moan. The pleasure, the pure ecstasy, was too intense for you to make a single sound. 
Joel pumped his fingers quickly, watching as you came on them. 
“That’s it, fuck. So good. Give me another one.” He growled, his arm shaking as he pumped his fingers even faster inside of you; his thumb pass over your clit with each thrust of his digits. 
You honestly didn’t know if you could give him another; your body was shaking as you laid there and took what Joel was giving to you. It was intense and never before had you had such a strong orgasm; there were still white flecks dancing around in your vision as your body built up to another orgasm. 
Your fingers were clawing at Joel’s arm and you were sure that you had broken his skin as you came on his fingers; there was no telling what would happen when he ripped another orgasm from you. 
“Be a good girl and then I’ll give you my cock, come on, princess. I know you can give me another one. I know you’re good enough for that.” He whispered. “Look at what you’re doing to me, baby girl. Look at my cock, it’s leaking for you. So good.”
You peered between your bodies and saw the head of Joel’s cock, it was flushed and there was a dribble of precum falling from the tip and collecting onto the sheets below. 
“Ki-kiss me.” You managed to squeak out, your voice shaking as you looked at the older male. 
He smiled and happily obliged, your lips met in a sloppy kiss as you felt your body shake more intensely. The tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped once more and another intense orgasm rippled through you like a shockwave.
“Good. Good girl.” Joel praised against your lips as he worked you through your orgasm. 
He pulled his fingers from your hole and rubbed them speedily across your clit, you let out a yelp at the overstimulation and gripped Joel’s arm tightly for leverage. 
“I’m gonna —“ you managed to call out before he felt yourself gush onto the sheets below you. 
“Oh fuck.” Joel moaned, his cock jumping with arousal as you squirted onto his hand. 
“I’m so, fuck —“ you breathed shakily and held yourself up onto your elbows, tears staining your cheeks from the intense pleasure. “Joel, I’m so sorry. Fuck, let me clean up. Fuck.” You cursed, your body shaking as you went to sit up. 
Joel chuckled and gently pushed your shoulder back onto the bed with a shake of his head. 
“So sexy. Have you ever squirted before?” He asked, finally removing his hand from your throbbing pussy. 
You shook your head and he just grinned at you boyishly. 
“That’s even hotter, how did it feel, princess? Did you like it?” He asked softly, his fingers tracing soft patterns across your tummy. 
You blushed at his words and gently cleared your throat. “I did like it, I didn’t… well I didn’t know I could actually cum that hard. It was intense but amazing.” You said softly, looking up at Joel through your lashes. 
“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Look, we don’t have to — well, y’know, we don’t have to have sex. If you’re too stimulated or whatever. I can sort myself out.”
You quickly shook your head and pulled him closer to your naked body. 
“No!” You said quickly. “I mean, I am a little over stimulated right now but please, I need to feel your cock in me.”
Joel didn’t need to be told twice and he roughly flipped your body over so your face was against the bed. You gasped under the male, surprised by his strength. Behind yourself, you could feel Joel moving, positioning himself so his cock was nudging against your entrance. 
He thrust forward, filling you once again; you were all-consumed with just Joel. The heady scent of him lingered on the bellows below your face, you cunt ached with lingering pleasure of your orgasms and now, you could feel his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked into you with fervour. 
“That’s it, sweet girl, taking me so well. So good.” Joel mewled, the praise sending heat through your body once more. 
Your fingers clung to the soft fabric of the sheets below you, and you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as Joel fucked you. 
“So good. F-faster.” You whimpered. 
Joel obliged, he sped his hips up and dug his fingers into your hips so hard you felt as if you were going to have bruises there for days. 
Joel’s hips began to stutter, his groans grew deeper and you clenched around him, trying to bring him closer to filling you. 
“Such. A. Good. Little. Girl.” Joel groaned, each word accentuated by a deep thrust. “This is my cunt now, got it? Hm. All mine. Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
You nodded under him with a soft moan as he bottomed himself out in you, his cock impossibly deep as you felt it twitch before he coated your insides with his hot cum. You whined at the sensation and felt yourself flutter around his pulsing cock instinctively. 
“Shit.” He groaned, giving one final sloppy thrust before we collapsed down onto the bed beside you with his chest heaving deeply. 
You followed suit, your body finally giving out from under yourself; you grimaced as your body touched the soaked patch on the bed and you began to feel Joel leak from inside of you. 
“‘M a mess but so tired.” You yawned, scrunching your face in disgust. 
“Let me clean you up.” Joel whispered, stroking your cheek. 
He let out a grunt as he climbed off the bed, his limbs aching from the effort. He scooped your body from the mattress and carried you to the bathroom where he sat you in the bath. He turned the shower on and you hummed as the warm water hit your body, not caring your hair and makeup would be a mess. 
Joel climbed behind you and gently rubbed your shoulders as the warm water washed away the messes you both made. 
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A/N: my requests are open again, I can’t promise I’ll always write them really quickly but please send me any ideas of stuff u wanna read <3 love u all <3
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