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dancingtotuyo · 18 days

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High Infidelity Part IV

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: Mature Explicit

Summary: Joel goes on a date.

Tags: Tommy x Reader, Joel x Reader, Tommy's Wife Reader, infidelity, emotional affair, slow burn (as much as you can get for 5 chapters), Tommy goes to jail, Reader has had a child

Warnings: pining, jealousy, masturbation (male and female), voyeurism, self loathing, emotional affair, boundaries crossed

Notes: Things are getting a little spicy hehe. As usual, shout out to my beta readers @janaispunk and @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (special shout out to Ang for the ✨spicy✨ idea 😜) and @saradika-graphics for the dividers!

Words: 4818

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When Joel asks you to watch Sarah on Friday night, you don’t hesitate to say yes. Then, two minutes later you call him back and ask why. You’re surprised when he tells you he has a date. You should tease him, nag for details, but it’s none of your business. You find yourself wanting to know everything and nothing.

Joel is a grown-ass man. A single man at that, but it nags at you. Who is she? Where did he meet her? The two of you spend most of your free time together. In the six years you’ve known Joel, you can’t remember him ever mentioning a woman.

His sole focus has always been Sarah. You suppose Tommy is on that list too, and Nathaniel. The two of you have matching worry lines thanks to your husband, and you guess by default you’re on the list too. If there’s one thing Joel Miller is committed to, it’s family.

Joel comes down in dark-wash jeans and a simple button-down. You didn’t know he owns jeans that nice, hugging his thighs, leather belt cinched at his waist. Your eyes rake over him perhaps a moment longer than needed. He hadn’t looked that nice at your and Tommy’s courthouse wedding.

You raise an eyebrow letting out a low whistle as he enters the kitchen. “Lucky lady.” You take a bite from your apple slice. You point the paring knife at his jeans. “Those new?”

Joel knits his eyebrows together. “No. Why?”

“I’ve never seen them before.”

“You keep tabs on my closet?”

“We’ve basically lived together for 3 years. You wear the same two pairs of work jeans and five ratty T-shirts in rotation. I wouldn’t be surprised if your shirts have the days of the week labeled on the inside.”

“Church clothes.”

You scowl. “We don’t go to church.”

“Speak for yourself, Darlin.” He chuckles, checking his watch, the one you gave him for Father’s Day. You shoot him a suspicious look. “The kids out back?”

“Yup.” You say, taking another bite of apple.

Joel’s fingertips brush across your shoulders as he passes by, the warmth of his cologne fills your nostrils as he rushes out. A pit settles deep in your stomach. You’re not sure where it stems from, but you don’t like it. You feel uneasy.

The back door shuts just as a tap on the front door echoes through the house. You sigh, not really wanting to answer it. The pit grows and you still don’t understand where it’s coming from. Sarah and Nathaniel’s muted laughter filters through as you open the door.

She’s pretty you think. Not someone you consider to be a show-stopper, but exactly what you would picture Joel going for. There’s something almost familiar about her. She looks taken aback when you open the door. You plaster your well-practiced Southern hospitality smile on your face.

“I’m Joel’s sister-in-law. Just here to watch the kids.” You hold out your hand. Relief floods her features.

“Tracy.” She takes your hand.

“Nice to meet you.” You can’t shake the nagging air of familiarity about her. It itches your brain, hanging on the tip of your tongue. Have you seen her at parent pick-up before? “Joel should be back soon. He’s just saying goodnight.”

Tracy nods, clutch held tight in both hands. Maybe it makes you an asshole, but you don’t invite her in, forcing her to stand at the threshold of an open door. She wears a solid dress. Her makeup is tasteful and leagues ahead of anything you’d ever be able to pull off, especially with a rowdy toddler.

For a second you miss it. The freedom that is. You wouldn’t give up Nathaniel for the world. Hell, you wouldn’t give up Tommy for the world even with the shit you’re going through, but the ability to go out at a moment’s notice and let the alcohol loosen your inhibitions, you miss that. Tracy couldn’t be much older than you. Maybe a year or two. Did you go to high school together? Is that why she looks familiar?

There’d been a couple Tracys in your small high school, but none that look like her.

“You have a son, right?” Tracy says. You nod. She smiles as if proud of herself for remembering the fact. “Joel mentioned that you two do a lot together- with his brother being in prison.”

“Yeah, we do.” Your shoulders stiffen and your smile tightens. So this wasn’t their first date. They knew each other well enough for Joel to divulge your business like it was front-page news. Though, you suppose it had made the paper.

“Well, I got them both riled up for ya,” Joel says, walking through the house. He plays with the cuffs of his shirt before looking up. He seems startled to find the door wide open and Tracy on the other side. “Oh- Hi.”

“Hi,” Tracy laughs.

He looks between the two of you like he’s seen a ghost. You cross your arms, a faint smirk playing across your lips. “Just remember payback’s a bitch.”

“Yeah... I don’t doubt it.” Joel almost mutters it under his breath. He joins Tracy on the other side of the threshold, pressing a distracted kiss to her cheek. “You ready to go?”

You catch the weirdness of Joel’s demeanor, familiar with all of his tendencies by now. You raise an eyebrow in question, but Joel won’t look you in the eye. His arm wraps around Tracy’s waist, pushing her toward his pickup.

“Make yourself at home.” Joel throws his hand up in a wave despite his back being turned to you.

“Always do!” You call back.

You watch them until the truck is out of the driveway, confusion written across your face as you process the odd interaction. Why was Joel acting so weird- like you weren’t supposed to meet the mysterious lady he’d obviously been out with more than once, and why hadn’t he told you yet? And why did she look so damn familiar?

The moment the door clicks behind you, it hits. You freeze. The familiarity in her face is one you see every time you look in the mirror. She’s not your twin by any means, but Tracy could be your cousin, your sister even. Something you can’t place settles in your gut.

The kids are finally asleep. The TV drones on, but you don’t hear a sound of it. The whole interaction plays on repeat in your mind. You chew on your thumbnail. You can’t stop thinking about them, where they are, and what they might be doing.

You glance down at your watch. 10:30. You don’t typically go to bed this early, and you’re not tired, but you can’t get it off your mind. Sleep is your only option for relief.

Checking on the kids, you slip into Joel’s room. You’ve stayed in here more times than you can count as Joel always insists you stay in his bed. It’s automatic how you pull one of his shirts from the drawer. Not one of his five shitty work shirts but one of the well-worn ones he wears on the weekend after he showers. They’re soft. They smell like him, sawdust and old spice, not the cologne you caught on him this evening. You slip under the cool sheets, stretching out your bare legs and burying your face in his pillow. You’re surrounded by him here.

You thought it would turn off the thoughts, silence your mind, but it doesn’t. If anything they ramp up. You know there’s no way Joel’s had her here. He wouldn’t bring a strange woman into his home, Sarah’s home, that quickly. No, it’s all him in here… and you.

It’s just after eleven. You’re not asleep. Joel’s not home and your mind is running through the memories as it often does when you lay alone. You’ve spent more nights alone than with someone since you got married. You should be used to it, but you’re not. There should be someone next to you right now.

Tossing and turning, an idea sparks in your mind. There’s one surefire way to get yourself to sleep. The mere thought sets desire through your veins. Goosebumps prickle your flesh. Your nipples perk up under Joel’s soft shirt. It’s been a while since you’ve touched yourself.

Kicking the blankets off of you, you let your fingers skim over your bare thighs, moving them upward until your shirt is tucked under your breasts. Joel’s shirt. It has you pausing. This crosses so many lines. You can’t do this here, in your brother-in-law’s bed, in Joel’s bed where it smells like him. Where it feels like him.

Your cunt clenches and a soft groan escaped from your lips. You’ve barely touched yourself, not enough for that response. Your heart rate refuses to calm down, the flame of desire already spreading from deep in your stomach. You shouldn’t do this, not here, but your fingers trace up and over your sternum again, slipping under Joel’s shirt. You brush your thumb over the hardened buds. You’ll change the sheets tomorrow. He’ll never know.

A soft moan tumbles over your lips. Your body moves of its own volition, pressing into your touch. Your hands move down and across your skin. You run them over your favorite places to be touched, everywhere except where you want to be touched the most. You avoid it, waiting until your panties start to cling to you, excess moisture soaking into them. A finger runs over the seam of your lower lips. Another moan falls from your mouth, hips bucking up.

You push down your panties, flinging them off once they hit your ankles. Your fingers slip between your folds. You’re slick, spreading it up and down, over and around your clit as need builds in your body. Another moan threatens to fall from your mouth, each one growing in volume. You bite down on the collar of Joel’s shirt. Another whiff of him overtakes you. Your cunt clenches as you finally slip a finger in and then a second.

The house is dark when Joel gets back. He feels like a dick. He’d been distracted the whole time. He saw it the moment he spotted the two of you together- the resemblance. He felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner, and even more when he couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole night. There’s nothing wrong with Tracy. She’s perfectly nice, but the bubble has popped. She’s not you. He won’t be seeing her again.

It doesn’t help that he knew he’d come home to a dark house. He knows you’re asleep in his bed right now in one of his shirts, and Lord help him, it kept him distracted all night.

He’s quiet as he walks up the stairs so as to not wake you or the kids. He stares at his bedroom door, taunting him. You’re in there and he knows what you feel like sound asleep in his arms. You haven’t talked that night. In fact, you’ve acted like it never happened and he’s followed suit. He wonders if he could slip behind you now. If you would let him hold you.

He lets out a long sigh, fighting with himself. He needs to slip in, grab a pair of sweats, but he’s not sure if he’ll be able to pull himself out. He can sleep in his boxers, maybe find some sweats in the laundry. His hand drops from the door.

He’s going to walk away. He’s not going to cross that line again. That’s his brother’s wife. The woman Tommy told him to take care of. He has to stop this. He can’t- and then he hears it. Soft and quiet at first. A soft gasp that hitches, like it got caught on something.

He freezes. It’s probably nothing, a dream, his imagination. Then he hears it again, this time pitched lower, like it comes from a deeper place. He can’t discount that one. As much as his brain screams at him to go, run, his feet stay anchored to the floor. He’s desperate to hear it again, and he’s rewarded with another moan.

They’re intentional. You’re doing that to yourself in his bed. He bites his lip, hand falling to the door frame to stabilize him. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be envisioning you spread out on his bed, toes curling against his sheets. The blood rushes straight to his cock and Joel knows he’s about to cross a line he can’t come back from.

Another moan comes out of the room. He flips open the button of his jeans, hand slipping beneath the waistband stroking his already hard cock. Maybe it makes him a creep, but he’s never been more grateful for the thin walls in the house.

Your noises of pleasure grow. Joel bites back his own, nails digging into the door frame. Precum leaks from the tip of his dick. He catches the way your moans grow more desperate as you take yourself closer. He works himself to the edge with you, wanting to hold off until you’re there.

You’re so close to falling over the edge. Your fingers glide over your clit with ease, soaked with your slick. You’ve been pushing the images away the whole time, trying not to go there, but the closer you pull yourself to bliss, the harder it is to keep them at bay. Your eyes drift shut as you lean into the feeling, willing yourself over the edge. They flash in your mind, pictures of him over you, calloused hands running over your bare body, his deep baritone in your ear as he pulls you apart. The tension between your thighs breaks free. You don’t realize how loud you cry out, ears ringing with pleasure as his name effortlessly rolls off your lips.

You lay there, still, chest heaving. Not Tommy’s name. Joel’s.

Before you have time to comprehend what just happened, it breaks through the silence. A soft, bitten back moan on the other side of the door in a tone you can only recognize as his and the faint whispers of your name. Your eyes widen. Had he…?

Your brain races with the possibilities as you lay bare, tshirt pushed above your breasts. He could walk in. You hadn’t locked the door. You could open the door to him, take his hand, invite him into his own bed.

You cringe. When did you become this person? The one who lusts after another man while married? As much as you’re ashamed, you fight against the temptation. You want to give in. You want to be touched and desired again. You’d seen it in Joel’s eyes that night at the beach. He would give you what you needed. Before you can make a decision, you hear the steps creak. He’s walked away.

You let out a deep breath, not sure if you’re disappointed or relieved. You roll over, burying your head in Joel pillow, wrapping yourself in his comforter, cunt still slick and dripping.

Lucky for Joel, he’s able to find clean sweats in the dryer and then starts the washer with his jeans and boxers, washing away all evidence of his sins.

He settles on the couch with just the decorative pillow and throw blanket. It’s hot anyway so the blanket is quickly kicked to his feet. He can’t put it out of his mind. Any of it. You.

He tries not to think about the sounds you made in his bed, the things you did. He tries not to think about you asleep in his arms, but with all things, the more you try not to think about them, the more you do.

Joel has accepted that he’s not a good man. His intentions with you are no longer pure, but self seeking. Yes, he cares for you and your well being, but he wants you. He needs you near him. He needs you to realize he’s been here through it all. That Tommy has done nothing to be worthy of you. Joel has spent more of your marriage being your husband than Tommy has.

He clenches his fists. Anger surges through him. Joel doesn’t care if it makes him a bad person. If he had a way to go and turn back time, he would. He’d find a way to meet you before Tommy did. He would make you his. He would save you from the heartache of being Tommy’s wife. You would be his Mrs. Miller.

Joel wishes he’d kissed you at the beach. He wanted to. God knows how badly he’d wanted to. It took every last ounce of self control not to. His stores are depleted. Between that and tonight, Joel has no more restraint to offer this situation. If you ever give him the chance again, he won’t hold back. He doesn’t care that you’re married to his brother. You deserve better. You deserve the world. Joel believes he can give it to you.

You both sleep better than you have in weeks.

“I never understood back to school nights,” Joel grumbles, stuffing a store bought chocolate chip cookie in his mouth and washing it down with cheap faculty room coffee. “Want some?”

“You know I don’t drink caffeine after two.”

Joel shrugs, taking another sip. “It’s not that good anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “What about back to school nights makes you grumpy? It’s a chance for Sarah to see where she’ll spend most of her time for the next nine months.”

“Then where is she?” Joel raises an eyebrow. “Out on the playground because it only takes 5 seconds to see the classroom and she’d rather play with her friends.”

“You’re a grump.”

“Yeah, a grump who’d rather be watching the game.”

You roll your eyes, swatting his shoulder. “Have you at least talked to her teacher yet?”

He grimaces. “Haven’t worked up the courage yet.”

It isn’t that Joel doesn’t want to know the person responsible for educating his child. It’s the fact that Sarah has a knack for ending up with the young, single teachers as her educators, ones who seem very interested in her father as more than a parent. He’d been granted reprieve last year, but you’d caught the visible shudder in his frame the moment he’d laid eyes on Sarah’s teacher for the year, young and not a ring on her left hand in sight.

“Stop judging a book by its cover. You’re a grown up.”

“Fine.” He sets down his coffee with determination. “Let’s go.” His hand finds your waist as he propels you both toward the teacher.

“What are you doing?” Your eyebrows knit together. You have a sneaking suspicion you know what he’s playing at.

“We’re going to meet Sarah’s teacher.” He shrugs, but a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “Mrs. Miller.”

Your stomach does little flips. You’ve been mistaken for his Mrs. Miller more times than you can count at this point. You’ve attended Sarah’s parent teacher conferences when Joel got held up at a job sight, letting the teachers assume whatever they wanted. You are Mrs. Miller after all. But you’ve never done anything like this, not alongside him.

He introduces himself and you to Miss Holly as he tugs you in closer to his right side. Your left arm instinctively wraps around his middle and you see the moment she watches the glint of your engagement and wedding ring under the fluorescent lights.

It’s hardly the first time you’ve been mistaken for Joel Miller’s wife, but it is the first time he’s played into the assumption on purpose, with confidence. It’s the first time you let your mind forget it’s not true, even for just a few seconds, playing a part that doesn’t feel like playing at all. Joel lets his southern charm show now, protected by the guise of you as his bride. Before you know it, it feels too natural. Joel’s hand falls a bit, grasping your hip, tugging you closer like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You think maybe it is.

Joel leads the conversation. You’re too caught up in the feel of his hand on your hip and the breathing of his chest under your palm. The night you almost kissed, the night you crawled into his bed and he held you through some of the best sleep you’ve gotten in years flashes in your mind. You think back to just last week, his name on your lips, that strangled, soft moan, and your own name you swear you heard.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” Sarah’s teacher says, pulling you from your thoughts.

Joel offers his own goodbyes and you echo them, still fighting the haze inside your own mind. You wonder if there’s a world where this is your life, one where you and Joel aren’t playing make believe. One where you crawl in bed beside him every night instead of your empty bed. It’s an awful thought. Your husband gets released from prison in a few weeks. These thoughts will be gone by then. They have to be.

It was one night of indiscretion, two at the most, and you never actually did anything. You didn’t know Joel was on the other side of that door. Tommy doesn’t need to know. By his own admission, he’s actually crossed those boundaries. He’s broken your wedding vows. You glance at Joel’s profile as he leads you out of the classroom, a proud smirk on his face. The bastard enjoyed that way too much.

When you make it to the hall, his fingers lace through yours. Is he forgetting too? Giving himself a moment to linger in the unspoken what ifs that seem to crowd around you these days.

He drops your hand once you’re outside in view of the playground. He waves Sarah over, but you stay a couple steps behind, deep in thought until someone calls your name. Your head snaps in their direction. Julia and Micky Hall stand before you. Your eyes widen in recognition. Micky was one of Tommy’s Army buddies. They’d moved to Dallas after the group came back from their deployment.

“Hi,” the words fall from your mouth in shock. “I didn’t know y’all were back in Austin.” Your feet carry you toward the couple.

“Just moved back last month,” Julia says as you move to hug her and then Micky. “We’ve been meaning to call.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just good to see you both.” The smile across your face is genuine as you talk to your friends. You’d grown apart since their move. Other than Joel, Julia had been your closest friend during Tommy’s deployment. “How have you been? The boys?”

“Starting first grade,” Julia grins, pointing to her twin boys on the playground.

Your eyes catch them, running around. “They’ve grown so much.”

“How’s Nathaniel?” Julia asks.

“Good, growing like a weed as I’m sure you’re familiar with.”

“Too familiar,” Julia laughs.

“Nathaniel isn’t going into Kindergarten, is he?” Micky asks.

“Next year. I came for Sarah’s back to school night. Joel’s daughter.” You point to where Sarah is just rushing over to her father. You feel the ghost of Joel’s touch when you utter his name. “We’ve been helping each other out a lot with everything.”

The couple nods, an awkward silence forming between you as if they don’t want to address the elephant in the room. The heat has let up a little bit as the sun begins to dip behind the trees.

“I’ve written to Tommy a couple of times,” Micky says, hands tucked into his front pockets. “Haven’t heard back much.”

You force a nod, feeling the tension grow in your limbs. “I haven’t been able to get much from him.”

You catch the way both their eyes widen. They were there the night you and Tommy met. They’d seen the way you fell, both of you. How inseparable your bond is, or was.

“Shit,” Micky says, running a hand over his face. “How are you holding up?”

“Not sure I am most days. Joel’s been a big help to us.” It feels like you’re concealing the whole truth. Joel’s been the crutch keeping you going most days. Julia’s brow furrows with concern.

Micky nods. “I’d like to go see him if that’s okay.”

“Of course. Maybe you can get through to him.”

“And we should get the kids together,” Julia adds. “Catch up ourselves.”

“That would be nice,” you smile at her as you catch Joel and Sarah waiting by the truck, laughing about something. “I should go, but you should call. Number’s still the same.”

“I’ll use it.” Julia smiles as you wave at both of them before crossing the parking lot with a weird feeling in your gut.

Seeing Julia and Micky was nice. It brought back a lot of good memories. The four of you. It’s another reminder of how lonely the last years have been. How much you’ve depended on Joel. How much he’s been there.

As you join Joel and Sarah at the truck, Sarah catches you up on all her friend’s summer vacations and updates, mouth moving a million miles a minute. She doesn’t stop as you climb in or for the click of your seat belt. You stay quiet, watching Austin wiz by out the passenger side window.

When Joel pulls into your driveway, you let out a sigh staring at the door. He leans over the center console, keeping his voice low. “You okay, Darlin? You’ve been quiet since we left.”

“Just tired. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” You fling the door of the pick up open.

“Darlin?”

You bristle, smoothing out your skirt as you turn to face him. His brows knit together. “I’m fine, Joel.”

“You’re coming over tomorrow, right Aunt Bonnie?”

“Of course, Sarah Bear.” You blow her a kiss, shutting the door before Joel can protest. He makes sure you’re inside before pulling out of the driveway.

Nathaniel is already asleep thanks to an afternoon at the playground and the magic your sitter works. You pay her extra tonight. You’ve never been more thankful to come home to a sleeping child, too distracted by the run in with your friends and Joel’s hot hands on you, the way he held you as if to tell the world to back off, you’re his.

You pull the bottle of Tequila out of the cabinet. You’re tempted to pull straight from the bottle but you pour a finger or so into a glass instead. Your mother raised you better than that. She also raised you better than to pine after your brother in law.

You throw back the whole glass. The cheap liquor burns your throat. You ran out of the good stuff last week with Joel and hadn’t made it to the liquor store yet. Joel had drunk you under the table, your tolerance not what it used to be. Not that you had ever been able to keep up with him. You fill the glass with another finger and toss it back. You can’t think about Joel. Can’t think about the way your wedding bands burn against your skin as if they are punishing you for tonight, for last week, for Father’s Day and for everything else.

You pour more tequila into the cup, but you add ice and margarita mixer this time, knowing the first two shots will catch up to you soon enough. You fall onto the couch with a sigh. Three weeks. Just three weeks and Tommy will be back. You won’t see Joel everyday. Your husband will take care of you, satisfy you. That’s all this is. The deprivation of the last two and a half years. You can make it three more weeks.

You try to reason it away. It makes sense. You and Joel have been so close in all this. He’s been your partner, not your husband, but partner. He’s an attractive man, thoughts were bound to pop up, lines were bound to get blurry, but all will correct itself when Tommy’s home. Yes, it all makes perfect sense.

You take a sip of the margarita. Condensation trickles down your hand and ice rattles in the glass. Even as the numbness of the tequila shots begins to take over your body, the reassurances feel weak.

Even if you can’t admit it, something has shifted. You and Joel are playing with fire.

Three more weeks you push. Tommy will be home. You’ll have Your Tommy back.

But you can’t erase the last two and a half years. Tonight, with the ghost of his hands on your body, you remember all the ways Joel has been there for you over these past years, filling in the gaping caverns Tommy left.

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crybabycrry · 22 days

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☆loser!ellie hcs pt.6☆

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

warnings: modern au, loser!ellie, fluff, slightly suggestive🔥(not really🤥), established relationship r n ellie, not explicit whether the r is fem or masc, all of these are just self inserts, some silly and random, the last one is a little not.., anyway…i think that’s it? yeah?

note: was feeling silly(literally everyday)lately and cooked these up

daily clicks. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine

☆ ellie loves little intimate moments between the two of you, and they don’t even have to be like 😈, just like a kiss, or holding hands, cuddling, doing things together. it just makes her feel closer to you, and love you even more then she already does if that’s eve possible tho??

☆ i’ve talked about this before but, i saw this pin in a thrift store a little while ago and it was an ‘i ❤️ my gf’ pin and i just know if ellie got her fingers on that she’s pinning it onto her bag or jacket and walk around with it high and proud.

☆ ELLIE WOULD DEFINITELY SING ‘my kind of woman’ by Mac deMarco TO YOU. OMGGGGGG do I even need to say anything else she just loves you so very much that she can’t even put in words so she sings you that song and GHDHDBB

☆ ellie loves hugging, like she might actually die if doesn’t get to hug you every time she sees you. it’s really cute too, because like, idk, but i just need her to hug me. and the hug won’t be too tight like a normal hug, but she’ll hold you for so long omgggg. the two of you could be somewhere like a party and she hug you and not let you go until she thinks she’s had enough hugging(literally never) and she’ll just wobble side to side, slowly and, UGHHHHHH

☆ ellie loves to lay on top of you, specifically on your back. like you could be laying down on the bed or the couch and ellie would just lay on top of you. and maybe some humping no because who wrote that👀🤷‍♀️😅.

☆ i feel like ellie loves yelp, she loves to leave a good(not always) review of a restaurant or wherever she was. and she’s just be so brutally honest that it might even come of as rude, but it’s okay because she’s just a girl🎀

☆ definitely sends you these through out the day or just when she’s feelin extra silly and goofy🤪😜😝

☆ i just know ellie loves to play indie horror games. like they’re so fun and scary. and she could be like playing them, with you right next to her and she’ll say “this isn’t even scary” and then next jump scare she screams like she’s being stabbed to death😹

☆ yk that fairy trend on tiktok from like a million years ago, where you pretend to fly like a fairy but like only show your feet. i can 💯% see ellie doing that. like she’ll have a whole ass secret fairy acc and everything. she was a fairy🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ yk what I’m talking abt??

☆ personally i can see ellie working at like best buy or the home depo, wearing one of those vests with her name on it, and it’s so cutee. like one day you just came in looking for something and went up to ellie for some help and she helps you because obv like your so hot who wouldn’t??? and then would spent an hour explaining something to you…🤤🤤in her soft raspy Ellie voice🥵🥵😼

☆ I feel like Ellie definitely does the dad pose without knowing she’s doing it

☆ ellie definitely film’s little blog of what she is doing and sends them to you. she probably used to make them on snapchat when she was younger and they have her baby voice and she cringes at herself but you find it very cute🫶

☆ prefers tap water over filtered water.

☆ takes screenshots of things she thinks she’s going to need in the future/or needs to remember and just forgets abt them and then complains abt not having any storage on her phone.

☆ HEAR ME OUT OKAY HEAR ME OUTTT🙏🙏🙏 i feel like ellie definitely has some CRAZY hear me outs… like ummm the green and the brown m&ms, uhh wtv her name is, nala, mrs. potts from beauty and the beast(1991)………., this girl also dk her name, the tooth fairy for the rise of the guardians.., lola from the shark tale… dick me down no who said that???😅😰 ANYWAY ummm that was definitely not me speaking… i have more, BUT i going to stop RIGHT here for your own safety..

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homie hopper - n.d

you’ve been called plenty of things during your time as a social media influencer.

the biggest ones? slut. homie hopper. you were used to it, so you didn’t care much.

the reasoning behind it was because you used to date chris when you guys were young and now you’re with nathan.

you all went to school together but you never really spoke to nate until your sophomore year.

even while you all shared the same friend group, you never really noticed him due to your different school schedules. while he played hockey, you were busy with cheer and volleyball. you may have spotted him once in hall way, but you didn’t have an actual conversation with him until sophomore year.

you and chris dated for a year and a few months until you both decided to break up to focus more time into your youtube careers.

now you’re at almost 8mil on youtube and you’ve been with nathan for almost three years.

when the triplets fans found out that you and chris used to be together, they went insane.

flooding your comment sections with mess about how you were disgusting for leaving him to date his best friend.

funnily enough, chris was actually the one to break up with you.

while the end result was mutual, he was the one that brought up the idea. when you officially called it quits, you spent your free time focusing on gaining your platform.

you guys stayed friends of course. there was no reason that your break up should’ve stopped a long time friendship.

when chris found out you and nate were talking, he was completely okay with it, even telling his friend about your favorite things to start up your first conversation.

you didn’t plan on addressing the hate comments you received, also telling the triplets to just ignore it.

but when you found out that fans were dming nathan about it and making him feel bad, you figured now was better than never.

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ynxsturniolo idk why people care so much 💀 it’s not like she cheated

>>> nicksbestfriend and even if she did, how does that affect us !!

>>> babysturniolo literally. like your boyfriend is probably sexting your bestfriend and you’re worried about someone else’s relationship. girl hop off 🙄

>>> florescentyn lmaoooo

>>> sturnioloswife clock it

letstrip27 we’re not mad she’s dating nate, we’re mad she left chris for nate. who’s to say she wasn’t talking to him secretly

>>> nicolassturniolo girl please 💀

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>>> mattsturniologirl NICK

madiisbae WAS IT NOT CONFIRMED THE BREAK UP WAS MUTUAL?!

>>> madelynclinesgirl it was people are just stupid

chrispepsicola literally what 🤨 yn and chris have been broken up for over three years now

mattssecretgf so…moving on makes you a homie hopper now??? 😟

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nicholassturniolo i ate 😚

>>> yn.ln and did 😜

>>> christophersturniolo what about me? @yn.ln

>>> yn.ln literally no 🤨

>>> matthew.sturniolo chris you didn’t say anything

>>> christophersturniolo excuse me for being confused after a nap 😟✋🏻

>>> nicolassturniolo a nap is actually insane

mattshockeystick i happen to love @/yn.ln and @/nathandoe8 ‘s relationship they’re cute 💛

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>>> nathandoe8 i love you more 🤭

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nathandoe8 love love love ❤️

nicolassturniolo 😭🤍

matthew.sturniolo i was gonna say something corny but i’ll pass. ur cute ig 😌

christophersturniolo my favorite couple fr ‼️

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𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌

ღPairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f) ღAu: sugar daddy au, rich! hongjoong, ballerina au, poor!reader ღTrope: one sided pining, acquaintances to lovers ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut, pwp ღWarnings: sugar daddy themes, sex for money, pre-agreed upon free use, rough sex, spit play, oral, fingering, manhandling, sex without a condom, choking, finger sucking, degradation, multiple orgasms, slight corruption kink if you squint, dacryphilia, ass slapping ღWord Count: 1,632 ღSummary: with no where to go but to the man who is willing to pay money for access to your body, you give it to him for twenty four hours in order to pay rent ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for suffering through the beta-ing of this fic 😜

The first time you offered your body up to Kim Hongjoong, he smiled with all of his teeth and none of his eyes.

“What am I, your tithe lord?” The problem with Kim Hongjoong is that he was smart… and he knew it.

You were terrified of not making rent and Hongjoong had been offering to be your sugar daddy for a while now. Well, he had wanted to be in your life at any capacity and the want extended to any way to get his claws into you. He'd take sugar daddy, at the very least, to get access to your sweet body.

“I've never had a ballerina,” Hongjoong announced when Wooyoung introduced you to his friend group.

Yunho sent him a look of disbelief and then extended his hand to shake yours. Yunho’s was serious. When Hongjoong pushed out a tatted hand, fuck you spelled out between one middle finger and the other, black nails chipped but there, you wrinkled your nose at him.

You were as clean-cut as could be. You were a ballerina after all. Someone like Hongjoong smelled of bad mistakes and lost causes. You knew to stay far away from him.

But Hongjoong was having none of that. He pursued you relentlessly and was more smug than a cat with his cream that you were wringing your hands on his couch, tears in your eyes about your financial situation.

“24 hours.”

You sniffled loudly. “Excuse me?”

“I get your body for 24 hours and I get unlimited access,” Hongjoong proposed.

“Are you…” You swallowed nervously, “Are you talking about free use?”

Hongjoong folded his arms behind his head. “Fuck you to my own personal preference. I’m not soft either, darling.”

“I…” You didn’t have much of a choice, did you? Either not pay rent or get fucked within an inch of your life. “Okay,” You nodded resolutely.

It took Hongjoong all of a few minutes to send the money to you digitally and then he was moving down the couch, his thigh touching yours. “Twenty four hours starts now.”

Hongjoong stripped you of all your clothing until you were spread out on his bed, ripe for the taking. He spat on your cunt, letting a large glob gather at your hole, and then licked upwards with a grin. He worried at your clit roughly, sending sparks of pleasure immediately through your nerves, despite your protests that it was too much too soon. His fingers wiggled into you soon enough, vigorously pumping inside of you, tapping the spongy part inside of you that made you squirm. Hongjoong ripped your first orgasm from your body with his rough treatment of your body and you laid there panting and dizzy.

If you had enough energy, you might have eyed his straining cock against his tight jeans but you were too busy trying to catch your breath to even contemplate what was going to take place next. Hongjoong pushed and prodded your body until you were sideways and tested out your flexibility. He pushed your right leg to be adjacent to your body, foot higher than your head, and he pushed into your hole. You groaned at the stretch. Even with the orgasm and Hongjoong scissoring you, you still weren’t prepared for how fucking fat his cock was. You whimpered and Hongjoong chuckled. “What’s wrong, darling? My cock too big for you?”

You shook your head, despite the tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. “No. I can take it,” You denied.

Hongjoong didn’t even bother to bottom out inside of you, he simply began to fuck your wet pussy. He watched as your lower lips hugged him as he pulled out, genuinely surprised at how well you were taking him. A loud, low moan pulled from your lips when his cockhead passed over that spot inside of you and he grinned.

“Finally understanding that a good, rough fuck is something you need, huh darling?” He moved his hips against your body, leg over his shoulder now, searching out for his release. He wasn’t one to come easily but he did fuck you through a second orgasm, in which your entire body tensed and a silent scream kept your mouth open.

Hongjoong attempted another position, hoping perhaps he might fill you with some of his cum and see how much your tiny body could take of his type of sex. You were on your knees next, his hand wrapped around your throat, loosely at first. Once Hongjoong found a pace that had you bouncing on his dick and kept his dick firmly inside of you, his other fingers filled your mouth, countless, breathless cries muffled now because of his digits. He constricted your throat a few times, enjoying the way your cunt squeezed him when he let go and your pleasure was heightened.

The third orgasm took longer for you to reach, but Hongjoong wasn’t in a hurry. He was genuinely enjoying how fucked out you were looking. Clearly no one had ever fucked you like he had and he was starting to think that you were missing out.

“Gonna shake through another orgasm for me, darling?” Hongjoong said in a mocking sing-song voice, “I haven’t even cum once. You really are that fucking desperate for some dick, huh? You didn’t have to pretend you couldn't have paid rent. I could have fucked you good a long time ago.”

You shook your head, hands clawing at his forearms, he didn’t even care if you drew blood, he just wanted to fuck you through another mindblowing orgasm. “Hong--joong--hong--joong,” You said through each gasp he permitted through your throat.

“You gonna beg? Beg to cum on my cock again? My cock really must be that good if you’re cumming a third time, hmmm?” Hongjoong continued to mock you, stroking his ego beyond reproach.

“Puh-lee-ssss-uhhhh,” You said in a long drawn out breath.

Hongjoong let go of your throat in favor of grasping both of your hips with his hands. Your upper body collapsed against the bed. The only part of you upright, because of Hongjoong’s insistence, was your lower half. You practically screamed through your third orgasm, it hitting you so hard that you saw stars and didn’t know you were a corporeal being until Hongjoong slapped your ass and brought you back to reality.

“You’re not going to pass out, are you? I still need to stuff you with my cum, darling, come on now,” Hongjoong teased.

You almost spoke, but had to cough, because your poor throat was abused and it wasn’t even because Hongjoong had been squeezing it. “I don’t think--”

Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow at you. “Tapping out so quickly already? Twenty four hours, remember?”

Your pride wouldn’t let you tell him to stop. You had also never been fucked so well and thouroughly in your entire life, so you weren’t about to tell him to stop anyways. “I can do it,” You said weakly.

Hongjoong laid down on his back, black t-shirt straining across his tits and patted his hip bone. You moved to straddle him, not quite sure how this position would continue to help him pound into you. But you did appreciate how angry and red and hard and leaking his cock looked. He needed to cum as badly as all three of your orgasms had fucked you up.

Hongjoong brought your entire body down to his, mouth latching onto your nipple to suck and nip at the sensitive flesh as you sunk down on him again. His pace was still relentless but you had come to crave it now. Your moans are punched out with each thrust into you. The unabated slap of skin against skin laces through Hongjoong’s noises of satisfaction as he fucked you and sucked at your breast. He is getting a feast with you and he’s finding that perhaps he’s become addicted to giving you exactly what you need.

Finally, he can feel his orgasm approaching and he groaned loudly, but halted his rough fucking. You look like a little lost deer, eyes big and wet, searching out a reason to why he’s taken away your pleasure. Hongjoong almost reverently laid you down on your back, on his knees now, fisting his cock above your head. “Open your mouth and push out your tongue, darling,” Hongjoong instructed in a quiet voice, finally removing his t-shirt and his plethora of tattoos.

You wished suddenly that he was coming through with his threat to fuck you full of his cum, because watching him above you, all those tattoos painting his glorious skin, you knew that this image would be burned into the back of your retinas. You do what he bids, however, opening your mouth and obscenely sticking out your tongue. He comes with a messy rope of cum all over your face and chest, as if he was holding back his cum just to cover you with it.

Hongjoong’s moan is deep and melodic, with a hint of a whine at the end as he coaxed himself through his first orgasm of the evening. Your old self would have been relieved that finally this insatiable maniac would no longer be pounding into your pussy; that perhaps you might get some sleep this evening. But this new side of your brain, the one that wanted to be fucked within an inch of her life, well that slut wanted him to recover quickly and put you through more rounds.

And when Hongjoong opened his eyes to see you covered in his cum, your eyes shining with anticipation, he knew he had changed you. You were going to be his good little slut now and he was going to have a sweet, tight cock sleeve to fuck for the next… twenty four hours.

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #kim hongjoong smut #atz smut #ღatz #topaz's work #hongjoong smut #ateez x reader #kim hongjoong x reader

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prettymeredith · 4 months

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[We're Lees!]: Of course were gonna act tough, then fold like a lawn chair when we get truly intimidated.

[We're Lees!]: Yes, we're going to look at people tapping their nails and have tickly thoughts.

[We're Lees!]: You're going to hear us scream "No, don't, stop!" When we actually don't necessarily mean "No", "Don't", or "Stop." (Yet.)

[We're Lees!]: You're gonna get pics and teases of deathly tickle spots in hope that you might wreck them.

[We're Lees!]: Just because we wanna get tickled, doesn't mean we want to roleplay or send pics to your creep @$$!

[We're Lees!]: We get jealous when we see people getting tickled in the most terrible, delicious ways imaginable.

[We're Lees!]: Of course we want all the attention.

[We're Lees!]: Cooing at us will only make it worse.

[We're Lees!]: It doesn't matter if we're tied down, being pinned always drives us bonkers.

[We're Lees!]: No, we don't fake things like you commonly see on the internet and crap tickle videos.

[We're Lees!]: We're gonna share with you immense tickle scenarios then chicken out with the sh!t gets real.

[We're Lees!]: We enjoy making Lers Hard/Wet at the propsect of tickling us! 😜

#tickle community #tickle asks #tickling #tickle blog #tickle #tickle kink #ticklish #tword community #tickles #tickled #tickle thoughts #tickle content

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juneberrie · 1 month

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MONSTER HIGH CHARACTERS WITH A PARTNER WHO SLEEPS IN CLASS

requested || monster high masterlist

───featuring: frankie stein, cleo de nile, draculaura, clawd wolf, clawdeen wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, lagoona blue

FRANKIE STEIN

would look over and be like 😟

pokes ur arm like "are u asleep?"

and then she realizes you are asleep and she laughs quietly

would probably write ur notes for you??? or like she'd move ur pen/pencil so there aren't random scribbles on your paper

"did u sleep well 😊" when u wake up

CLEO DE NILE

tbh she probably wouldn't notice for a good while

she'd go to ask you a question

and there you are with your head down, obviously asleep

she'd be like "oh 😒" and then just ask you her question later

if anyone near you is like making a ton of noise she'd glare at them and tell them to shut the fuck up

DRACULAURA

"oh!" when she realizes

she'd like giggle bc she thinks ur so cutie

and she'd probably just leave u be for a while until a few minutes until class ends and she'd be like "if u want i can ask frankie if you can borrow her notes" bc lets be honest she probably doesn't take notes

CLAWD WOLF

would probably let you use his jacket as a pillow or a blanket or something

don't expect him to let you copy his notes (he doesn't take any)

would try to explain what the teacher was yapping about but he's rlly bad at explaining so it sounds like "so this and ummm i think that and probably this too.... i think he said something about this?"

CLAWDEEN WOLF

would tap u bc she noticed ur head down and she's like "are u okay"

"oh they're asleep!"

if the teacher asks why ur head is down she'd be like "they have a headache" or smth

will let u copy her notes

glares at anyone breathing slightly too loud

"shut up can't u see theyre trying to sleep?? yeah thats what i thought"

DEUCE GORGON

okay so this bitch is kinda stupid

and he sees u asleep right

so he like pulls out an extra pair of sunglasses from his bag

and he sits you up and puts the glasses on you

bro is so proud of himself!!!

its so obvious you're asleep and then u get woken up bc the teacher is like "wtf"

HEATH BURNS

he'd be like "y/n! y/n!" and then realize ur asleep

and then very loudly go "OHHHHHHH YOU'RE ASLEEP"

so you probably get woken up tbh

he'd be like " 😨 sorry 😜"

either that or he'd notice and very loudly shush people

JACKSON JEKYLL

bro is in shock

how??? are you sleeping???? in class?????

he'd be really nervous for you

cause he doesn't want you to get in trouble for sleeping in class

when u wake up he tells you to get more sleep at night or something

HOLT HYDE

straight up would NOT care

bro was listening to his music and he like looks over and sees u asleep and he's like "okay!"

he'd probably draw on ur hand tbh or like ur paper

when u wake up he's like "omg hey" and would give u one of his airpods as yall walk to class

LAGOONA BLUE

she'd let you sleep

she wouldn't really notice but when she does she's like "awww" and moves ur notebook out of the way so she can write notes for u <3

#liz’s writing ♡#monster high x reader #mh x reader #mh #monster high #lagoona blue x reader #holt hyde x reader #jackson jekyll x reader #heath burns x reader #deuce gorgon x reader #clawdeen wolf x reader #clawd wolf x reader #draculaura x reader #cleo de nile x reader #frankie stein x reader

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growth-crazy-girl · 4 months

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"Drinks are on the house?" I said whipping out my big guns "Well that's mighty kind of ya, how's about a drink from my tap to repay the favor? 😜😘"

Artist 💖: Sutibaru

#gigantic breasts #breast expansion #growth kink #bimbo goals #expansion

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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You’re Shakin’ Like Tremolo

:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *

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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Special thanks to 🪷 anon who brought up the idea of needy reader sneaking into Leon’s room 👏 👏 it’s short and sweet (well semi-sweet, it is stepbro Leon 😜) hope you enjoy!! 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, masturbation, dirty talk, Leon calling reader dumb, unprotected sex, incest kink, breeding kink, creampie

Not proofread 🤙

Title from Moving in Stereo by The Cars 💜 please listen with headphones, you will not be disappointed 😉

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After finishing a couple episodes of the crime show your moms been raving about, you head upstairs to get ready for bed. Leon bids you goodnight in front of his room, stealing a quick kiss that leaves you buzzing before shutting his door. You do your usual routine of brushing your teeth and putting on your pajamas before climbing into your bed.

Placing your phone on charge, you settle in your comfy sheets and shut your eyes. After laying there for minutes on end, you huff and flip over on your side. When that doesn’t really help, you lay flat on your back and stare at the ceiling. Shifting your thighs, you softly moan. You bring your hand down and slide it under your shorts and panties, lightly running your fingers over your aching clit.

Leon ate you out earlier, but you two didn’t get a chance to any further. Your pussy is slick with arousal as you rub your clit in soft circles. Whining, you dip your fingers into your cunt and use your other hand to tease your sensitive bud. You picture Leon’s broad figure hovering yourself and you arch your back with a low whimper and finger yourself faster.

It’s a slow hot build towards your orgasm, but it seems like you’re just teetering on the edge. You feel tears of frustration bead across your waterline but no matter how much you rub your cunt, you get no closer to cumming. You keep trying but with absolutely no luck so you pull your hands away and wipe your wet fingers across your panties. Standing up, you quickly shed your shorts and tiptoe out of your room to Leon’s next door.

You lightly tap your fingers against it, but don’t hear anything. Trying the handle and realizing it’s unlocked, you slowly let yourself inside. You close the door and quietly make your way over to his bed. He’s laying on his side, head pillowed on his arm. Taking a second, you admire his cheekbones and strong jawline. You reach out and lightly shake his shoulder.

“Leon,” you whisper, “Leon.”

He groggily wakes up, eyes squinting at your figure.

“What?” He reaches over and picks up his phone to see the time, “it’s late as hell, what’re you doing awake?

He raises up a little more alert, “You okay?”

You fidget with the hem of your tank top, “Y-yeah, I just can’t sleep.”

“Can’t sleep? You wake me up cause you can’t sleep,” His deadpan expression is hard to see in the dark but you can still make it out.

Guilt makes you duck your head down, “Yeah, I uh, need help.”

“Help? What—“ he pauses then laughs, low and deep in his chest, “lemme guess, you need big brother to help with your needy cunt?”

He pushes the covers back, revealing his naked chest, and pats the empty space next to him.

“C’mon, show me what your problem is, Princess.”

You whimper and climb into bed with him; the sheets are warm and smell like his cologne, making your pussy dribble slick down your thighs.

“Leon, please,” frustrated tears slip from your eyes, “I tried and I couldn’t—“

He shushes you and pulls the cover back over both of your bodies. Huffing, you grab his hand and force his palm against your soaked panties.

His fingers cup you harder as he groans in your neck, “So fucking wet, sweetheart.”

“I need you,” you whisper in the dark, “I couldn’t make myself cum.”

His fingers dip under the band of your panties and his fingers drag over your clit in quick flicks. Your hips buck as you let out a needy whine.

“Hush, Princess,” he whispers hotly in your ear, “gonna get us busted. And all because you’re being a slutty little sister.”

You bring up your hands to muffle your mouth, eyes rolling as he continues to rub your clit. He pulls his hand away to take off your panties; then, he slips his ring and middle finger in your clenching hole and fucks up hard into your pussy, palm smacking against your clit.

Forgetting to cover your mouth, you moan, “Big brother, please.”

“God damn,” Leon bites into your shoulder making you roll your hips down into his rough finger fucking.

“Jerk me off, princess,” he growls in your ear, “fucking get your hands around my cock or I’m not gonna fill this wet little pussy.”

Eagerly, your hand fumbles between you two until you can reach into his briefs and pull out his thick cock. He groans, pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck and collar bone. You feel his cock kick and throb in your hand, fingers not able to touch as they wrap around him.

“Stroke it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice smoky, “don’t be shy, jerk off your big brother so he can fuck your sweet pussy.”

“Leon,” you buck your hips down into his hand and moan as his palm smacks your clit harshly.

You grasp his dick in your hand and softly start stroking him up and down.

“Little harder, princess, you can do it,” he chuckles meanly, “I know your hand’s not as good as your cunt, but you can play with my cock a little better than that.”

Your pussy pulses around his fingers, more slick leaking down his wrist.

“Mm such a dumb little sister,” he sucks a bruise into your neck, “need me to make this pussy cum, huh? Little slutty of you to sneak in here. What if I didn’t wake up? What then?”

“Leon,” you mewl out his name weakly.

He sucks another bruise into your skin, “Were you going to get me hard and sit on my dick? So when I wake up you’re working that tight little pussy down my fat cock? S’that about it?”

“Noo,” you jerk him off messily, precum oozing over your fingers making your hand sticky.

“No?” He mocks, “c’mon don’t be dumb baby, I know you would’ve used my dick to get off. S’okay though, don’t think I’d mind waking up buried in my little sister’s tight cunt.”

You feel your orgasm ramping closer with every steady thrust of Leon’s fingers in your aching pussy, “I’m close.”

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry. He kicks off his briefs and tosses them in the floor.

Your breath hitches, “Leon, please, I need to cum.”

“And you will,” he coos all pouty lips and fake sympathy, “but first, I need to be inside your wet little cunt.”

He moves on top of you, pulling the blanket up against the chill of his room. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He grabs your legs and puts them around his waist right as you press your lips against his. Moaning, you rock down, his dick catching on your dripping hole making you both moan.

He grinds down on you, cock rubbing against your clit making your fingers dig into his tense shoulders.

“In me, in me please, Leon,” you beg, voice high and reedy, “please, big brother, need you to fill me up.”

He laughs mockingly down at you, “Okay, princess, take it easy.”

He reaches between your bodies and guides the fat head of his cock into your sopping wet hole. The first few inches glide in easily. He grunts when your pussy walls clamp down on his dick making it harder to thrust deeper into your willing cunt.

“Ease up, baby,” he pulls his hips back to push in deeper, “can’t fuck you if your pussy won’t let me.”

“C-can’t help it,” you whine, nails scratching his skin, “S’too good.”

“Aww my baby sis getting all dumb from my cock?” He snaps his hips hard, burying the full thick length in your pulsing walls.

You scream at the sudden feeling and he groans, palm coming up far too late to cover your mouth.

“Shut up,” he snaps at you, stilling his movement so you both can listen for any sound outside his room.

After a minute of nothing, he pulls out and thrust his hips deep into your cunt again, keeping his palm over your mouth.

“Need to keep your fucking mouth shut,” he hisses down at you, blue eyes almost black, “if you want me to stuff that little cunt with my cum, you’ll stay quiet.”

He lets go of your mouth to shift his hands underneath your shoulders to push you down with his thrusts, letting him fuck you deeper than before.

“S-sorry, Leon,” you slur, tongue feeling heavy in your mouth, “d-didn’t mean t-to.”

“I know, you’re just a little stupid, honey, it’s okay,” he picks up his pace, your pussy squelching loudly even with the blanket cocooning you together.

“Big b-brother,” you whine, “please.”

“You wanna cum, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you hiccup, trying to keep your voice down.

“Of course, princess,” his condescending tone makes you clench around his cock, “ready for big brother to give you a nice thick creampie?”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, nails digging into his back, “want you to cum in me, Leon. Always feels so hot.”

“Damn,” he groans, moving his arm between your thrusting bodies to rub and pinch your clit roughly, “cum for me so I can fill you up, little sis. Make that birth control work extra hard tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, knock me up, big brother,” you gasp, mouth running away from you, “breed my little cunt. Want you to fill me up.”

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs lowly, spreading your pussy with his fingers to tap his thumb against your swollen clit, “gonna fill this little cunt til it’s spilling out, princess. What’ll people think if I knock you up? Knowing you let your big brother fuck you and breed your cute little pussy.”

“Good, so good,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as Leon grinds his cock against your g-spot as his thumb teases over your clit, “want it, big brother, give it to me.”

“Fuck, god, you’re so—“ he grunts and humps his hips down harder into you, skin slapping loudly in the room.

He roughly pinches your clit and tugs just a little and the knot of arousal inside you snaps; Leon slaps his hand over your mouth as you scream, hips jumping up as your legs and arms thrash. Eyes rolling back in your head, slick coats Leon’s still thrusting cock as your walls squeeze down on him tightly.

He grunts harder and buries his cock deep, tip grazing your cervix as he pumps you full of thick, sticky cum. You keen high in your throat, walls fluttering and milking Leon as he grinds his dick in your pussy.

“God, take it, princess,” he grits out, biting your neck, sloppily rolling his hips, “love breeding this needy hole.”

“Leon,” you sigh, thigh muscles jumping around his waist, “so good, feels so good, so hot inside.”

“God damn,” he groans, cock throbbing as more cum spurts from the tip, “little slut likes getting filled to the brim huh.”

He drags his mouth from your neck to kiss you, tongue licking into your panting mouth, spit dripping down your lips.

You slowly and messily make out as his cock finally starts to soften and he slips out of your wet heat. He pushes the blanket back when he sits back on his haunches.

His eyes greedily watch as his cum slowly leaks from your puffy cunt, hole obscenely dripping creamy slick. He grabs your panties, from where they were tossed, and work them up your legs. He snaps the band once they’re covering your messy cunt.

“Should be able to sleep now, princess,” he grins, “especially now that you’re nice and full.”

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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The reader has “problems” with her boyfriend and she mentions it to Bill (her friend) and he is in love with her. He takes advantage of the moment to put things in her head to make her leave him, but she insists that she loves him, until Bill convinces her (they have gentle sex) and Bill sends a picture of the act to the reader's boyfriend, like, look how much your girlfriend loves you, and a picture of her riding Bill comes out. (Bill 2006) 😜

yes!!!

Promiscuous boy

tags/ warnings: cheating, smut, riding dom! bill, explicit photo taking, nude (sort of)

MDNI ⚠️

use is only for this blog. Not to be translated into any other languages, or used in any other capacity other than here. if you're stealing works, stop. we know.

pairing: bill x fem

wc: 2.5k

Bill's POV:

As I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this. My thoughts drifted back to the conversation I'd had with Y/N earlier today. She'd been venting about her problems with her boyfriend, and somehow, in the midst of that, she'd mentioned how she sometimes wished she could just get away from it all. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy course through my veins at the mere mention of her saying those words.

I'd tried to play it cool, to hide the fact that deep down, I was absolutely head over heels for her. But as I lay there, my heart racing, my palms sweaty, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment I'd been waiting for. The moment where I could finally make my move, to show her how much I cared.

But then again, I knew that wasn't fair to her. She was in a relationship, and I had to respect that. Even if it killed me. So instead, I found myself formulating a plan. A plan to make her see just how much she meant to me, without pushing her too far. Because even though I loved her, I wanted her to be happy, too.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, it struck me. An idea so devious, so twisted, that I couldn't help but feel a wicked grin spread across my face. It was risky, sure, but if it meant getting her to realize just how much she really did love me…well, then it'd be worth it.

I sat up on the bed, my heart hammering in my chest as I pondered the details of my plan. I would send her a text, one that would make her question her feelings for her boyfriend, make her wonder if she was really as happy as she thought she was. And then, when she was feeling vulnerable, when she needed someone to lean on, I would be there for her. I would show her what true love felt like.

I quickly composed the message, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I tapped out the words on my phone. When it was finished, I hesitated for just a moment, debating whether or not this was the right thing to do. But in the end, I couldn't help but push send.

Now came the hard part: waiting. I knew that as soon as she read my text, her entire world would be turned upside down. I just hoped that she'd come to me, that she'd see me as the safe haven she needed. As I waited, my heart raced, my stomach twisted into knots. Every time my phone buzzed with an incoming message, I held my breath, hoping against hope that it was from her.

But minutes turned into hours, and still nothing. I began to wonder if maybe I'd gone too far, if I'd pushed her away for good. It was only then that I realized just how much of myself I'd put into this plan, how much I'd been willing to risk for the chance to be with her. And as much as it hurt, as much as I wanted to just crawl into a hole and die, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in myself for having the courage to try.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my phone lit up again. Her name flashed across the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath before opening the message, bracing myself for the worst. But instead of the angry retort I was expecting, I found myself staring at two , simple words: "Come over."

I didn't hesitate. In a matter of moments, I was out the door and on my way to her place. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and fear as I hurried down the street. What if she'd changed her mind? What if she didn't really want me there? But as I rounded the corner and saw her standing by her window, waiting for me, all those doubts vanished. She smiled as she opened the door, and for a moment, it was like the world stopped spinning.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and we stood there in the hallway, just looking at each other. She was so beautiful, even when she was upset. Her eyes were red from crying, her lips slightly swollen from biting them. I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and never let her go.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" I finally managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, biting her lip again. "I know," she replied, her voice shaking. "It's just…I don't know what to do. I feel so confused."

I took a step closer, my hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "You don't have to decide anything right now. You can just…talk to me. I'm here to listen, and to help in any way I can."

She nodded, seeming to steel herself. "Okay." She took a deep breath and began to speak. "It's just…I feel like I'm losing myself in this relationship. I used to have dreams and goals, but now all I do is worry about pleasing him and making him happy. I feel like I'm just existing, you know?"

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. "And you're starting to wonder if that's really what you want?"

She looked down at her feet, her shoulders slumping. "I don't know. Part of me still loves him, and I feel like I owe it to him to try and make things work. But another part of me…I don't know, I just feel so lost."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "You don't have to figure it out tonight. Or even tomorrow. You can take all the time you need." I kissed her hair, inhaling her sweet, familiar scent. "And you know I'll be here for you, no matter what you decide."

She sniffled, her body trembling slightly against mine. "Thank you," she whispered. "For being here. For being you."

We stood there in the hallway for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other and breathing in the comfort of our connection. Even though we didn't say anything else, I knew that in that moment, she felt safe and loved. And as I held her, I couldn't help but hope that one day soon, she would realize that she had always belonged with me.

Late into the night, we finally made our way to the bedroom. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over her skin as she climbed beneath the sheets. I took off my clothes, revealing the hardness that had been throbbing between my legs all night, and crawled into bed beside her.

She turned toward me, her body warm and welcoming against mine, and I couldn't resist any longer. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her skin, memorizing the feel of her flesh against mine. As we continued to kiss, my hands drifted lower, tracing the outline of her hip before moving higher, over her smooth stomach and up toward her breast.

She moaned into my mouth, arching her back slightly, and I knew she was ready. I pushed her gently back against the pillows, my weight pinning her down as I took one of her nipples between my lips. She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed, and I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs.

With one hand still busy teasing her breast, I reached down with the other, slipping a finger into her wetness. She was so warm and tight around me, and as I began to move my finger in and out, she met my rhythm, arching her back even more, her moans becoming louder and more desperate.

Her body tensed beneath me as she reached a peak, her inner walls clenching tightly around my finger. I could feel her orgasm pulsing through her, and I knew I had to be inside her. I lined myself up and slowly, carefully pushed into her, feeling her tightness engulf me.

Her breath hitched as I began to thrust gently, the friction between us sending waves of pleasure through us both. I leaned forward, my lips finding her neck, sucking and nipping as I moved faster, deeper. Her hands dug into my shoulders, her nails scoring my skin, but I didn't care. I was lost in the feel of her body, the taste of her skin, the way she moaned my name over and over.

She began to meet my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine, her body arching off the bed, her breasts pressed against my chest. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to echo through the entire house. I could feel the tension building inside her, and as she neared her second orgasm, I grew more desperate, more determined to make her feel the release she craved.

Her body tensed again, her inner walls clenching tightly around me, and with a groan, I felt my own climax building, threatening to break free. I thrust harder, faster, willing myself to hold out just a little longer, knowing that the moment I came, she would as well.

Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck. "Oh, God, I'm going to…" she moaned, her voice strained and breathless. And then, with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundation of the bed, she came, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm washed over us both.

Her muscles tightened, her inner walls milking me in time with her climax, and I could feel my own release building within me, unstoppable and all-consuming. I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel the full force of her orgasm as I joined her in ecstasy.

Her moans became more urgent, more primal, as she felt the tension building inside her again. I could feel her body tensing, readying for another wave of pleasure, and with a groan of pleasure, I let go, pouring myself into her as she came again, her nails digging into my skin as she arched her back off the bed.

Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust and moan and gasp echoing through the room. I could feel the sweat begin to bead on my forehead, trickling down between us, as we lost ourselves in the sensation of being so completely connected.

With one hand, I reached up, cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from her as she felt the sensation anew. She responded by digging her nails deeper into my shoulders, her hips undulating beneath me, urging me on.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and as I watched her face, I felt a wave of possessiveness wash over me. I wanted her, all of her, and in this moment, she was mine. I could feel the strength and resilience of her body, the heat emanating from her core, and I knew that there was no one else in the world who could make me feel this way.

As we moved together, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, I felt a tenderness welling up inside me. It was a feeling of safety and comfort, of being completely accepted and loved for who I was. She made me feel alive, made me feel like anything was possible, and in this moment, I knew that I never wanted this to end.

Her nails scratched at my back, drawing little circles that sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel myself starting to lose control again. Her hips rose up to meet mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and I knew she was close. I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, wanting to feel her body surrender to the release she so desperately sought.

And then, with a cry that seemed to rip from her very soul, she came again, her body arching off the bed as she convulsed around me. Her nails dug into my skin, her hips bucked wildly, and I could feel the heat and the power of her orgasm wash over me, through me, consuming every inch of my being.

As her body finally relaxed, collapsing back against the bed, I could feel myself spilling inside her, my own release filling her, claiming her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath, and I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her, at the connection we had just shared.

Her fingers trailed lightly up my back, her nails tracing circles over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her breath hot against my neck, her body still moving with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wanted this moment to last forever, to feel her weight pressing down on me, to be lost in the sensation of being so completely connected.

She shifted her hips slightly, grinding against me, and I couldn't help but groan aloud. Her moan vibrated through me, a reminder of just how much power she held over me in this moment. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night making love to her like this, feeling her body move against mine, tasting her skin, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal.

But as much as I ached to remain buried inside her, I knew that the time had come to take a step back, to catch our breath. Reluctantly, I withdrew from her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I gazed down at her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted in a soft, satisfied smile.

With a sigh, I reached for my phone, scrolling through the images until I found the one I wanted: a close-up of her face, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted in ecstasy, her cheeks flushed with desire. I snapped a photo, capturing this moment, this connection between us. And then, leaning down, I pressed my lips to hers, letting her taste herself on my skin.

She tasted like sweetness and sin, like the forbidden fruit that had been denied to me for far too long. Her lips moved against mine, her tongue darting out to meet mine, and I could feel the heat of her body, the strength of her presence. I could feel the aftershocks of our lovemaking still coursing through my veins, a testament to the power we had just shared.

As we kissed, I sent the photo to her boyfriend, using her number. It was a small act of revenge, a way to remind him that she was capable of pleasure, that she was not his possession. And as I pressed send, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of empowerment.

She pulled away from me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes still glazed over with passion. She reached for her phone, a small frown creasing her brow as she read the message. I watched her expression carefully, waiting for her reaction. Would she be angry? Sad? Or would she understand the game we were playing, the power dynamics at play?

"You did what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Just wanted to make sure he knew what he was missing."

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