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Don’t Make Me Ask Again

DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader Explicit 18+ MDNI | 2.2k WC | AO3

Summary: Teasing your dad’s friend has its consequences. (A filthy PWP for your merriment)

Warnings: DBF!Joel, Undisclosed age gap (but its pretty big, reader is college aged and Joel is late 40’s/50’s), Dubcon, Finger Fucking, Edging, Somnophelia, Cum Play, Masturbation, Depravity. Joel is an asshole.

Notes: Huge thank you to @whocaresstillthelouvre for being an outstanding beta editor. Also huge thanks to @magpiepills for reading and giving me courage.

M A S T E R L I S T | A O 3 | N O T I F S

You knew you were playing with fire, but it didn’t stop you. In fact, the taboo of it all gave you a high that you couldn’t stop chasing.

Once you caught him looking at you it was game on.  

You were home for summer break and found out that your dad’s new buddy also happened to be irresistibly handsome. He was always over at your dad’s house. Having a beer (or six) together after work or sitting by the pool on a hot evening, watching whatever game was on. He lived just down the street, so it was nothing for him to come over. He would even spend the night often enough, falling asleep on the couch after too many drinks or a game that went too late. 

He was a total asshole too, just like your dad. You liked the challenge. It gave you something to do while being stuck there all summer.

Night after night you shot those flirty eyes at him. Teasing. Dangling yourself in front of him when your dad wasn’t looking. Wearing the sluttiest of outfits and brushing up against him whenever he was in the way of where you suddenly needed to be. Sure, he was polite being a guest in your house, but he firmly removed himself whenever you got too close. 

You saw how he’d look away with a flushed face. How his jeans would tighten whenever you bent over in front of him to tie up your hair. How he’d stir in his seat when you were teasing him with your suggestive conversations on the phone that you knew he was within earshot of.       

You wondered how far you could push him before he couldn’t help but put his hands on you. 

You never thought he would actually do it. It was all harmless fun to pass the time.

Sooner or later you were going to find out.

Tonight was it. 

–

He hovered over you, caging you against the bed. He was still fully clothed except for his unzipped jeans with his cock straining against his boxers. 

“Gonna teach you a lesson,” he grunts as he pulls out his thick cock and it slaps against your stomach. It was already swollen as he stroked it and sat back, straddling your waist. 

He was massive and you eyed him with an insatiable want. His gorgeous, girthy shaft complimented his firm and broad body. The greys lining his patchy beard matched the messy thatch that trailed up to his lower belly and disappeared under his shirt. He was easily several decades older than you. Time had been kind to him, rewarding him with a body that just got better with age.

And you did want him. You wanted him badly. You thought about him night after night while you got yourself off. Now that he was on top of you in your own bed you had to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

But he really was such an asshole. Holding his cock in his hand in front of you to tease and watching your eyes widen with want.

“Nah, you ain’t getting this. Not for how you been actin’,” he scolds as he shifts his weight off of you and kneels between your legs.

You're lying in front of him, helpless and fully at his mercy, wearing just an oversized t-shirt and some modest cotton panties that are lacey around the waistband. Eyes still hazy from being abruptly woken up in the middle of the night. You weren’t exactly expecting company. 

Your bedroom wasn’t very dark with the streetlight peering in your window and the full moon bathing you both in its radiance. 

He uses his knees to press your legs open and make room for himself as he drags his free hand down your thigh, pushing you open wider. You don’t know what his exact intentions are but you know he is the one in control.

“Joel…” you whine, and he doesn’t like that. 

“What are you gonna do, call for daddy?” he taunts. “Let him see what a slut his little girl is?” He stops and looks between your legs, dragging his finger along the seam of your panties. “And how you’re dripping for my cock?” 

No, you weren’t going to do anything but take what he gave you and he knew it. 

He sits up between your parted legs and looks down at your pathetic, needy body begging to be filled up. 

He pumps his cock. “Show me,” he demands, mid-stroke. The way his wrist flicks as he tugs on his shaft is mesmerizing.

He sits back on his legs while you shimmy out of your panties and toss your shirt onto the floor. As you lay back on the mattress his eyes scan over you, taking in your perfect breasts and the softness of your youthful skin. 

He lets go of his cock and leans down, putting his face right in your cunt. You can feel his hot breath hovering just above your clit but he is careful not to touch. You writhe towards him, begging for some friction. He gives you nothing.

He smiles a wicked smile as he picks his head up to look at you. His eyes lock with yours and you can see the darkness spreading over him. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted and he was taking great pleasure in this payback. 

He crawls back over you slowly, letting his cock press against you as he hovers face to face again. His broadness caging you in and sending shivers through your body at the sight of his dominance. 

He uses his hand to engulf your own and guides it to your clit, pressing your fingertips into it and rubbing. He never loses eye contact with you, studying the way your mouth hangs open as he forces your hand.

A moan escapes your lips at his perverse control over you. His throbbing heat searing into you, daring you to grind against him. And oh how badly you want to take the bait.  

“Show me how you touch yourself, little slut.” His voice is intimidatingly low and gravelly. He lets up the pressure on your hand once he is convinced you will play along.   

He maneuvers back down the bed to get a better view as you circle your clit. He grabs your legs roughly and pulls you up close to him so they are wide open and hanging over his thighs. His swollen cock standing at full attention just inches from you. Just out of reach. A tease. A prize if you play his game. You slow down your movements, as you start to feel the heat inside you surging. 

“Sweetheart, you can do better than that,” he taunts as he pulls off his shirt, generously giving you more of his body to drink in. The ridges in his lean muscles catching the moonlight. He looks sinfully delicious and you ache for his body against yours. You want to make him happy, give him a reason to reward you with his touch. 

He leans forward and puts his weight is on his palms just by your hips, his cock pushing against your wet hole. His broadness looming over you. Leering at your neediness. The sight of him. The feel of his spongy head knocking at your entrance. It was too much. 

It was embarrassing. Degrading. It turned you on. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” he threatens, grabbing your hand again. “Wanna see you stuff that pretty hole.” He pushes two of your fingers together and brings them to his mouth, sucking them slowly and getting them good and wet. It sends shivers through your body imagining that mouth on your pussy instead.

He’s rougher this time, guiding your hand back down to your entrance. You can sense his patience running out. He pushes your pliant fingers inside without warning, fucking you in and out. Slow and hard. Until he lets go and watches you take over.

You can see from the glint in his eyes how much it is turning him on, watching you finger yourself in front of him was intoxicating to him. Your innocent moans singing into his ears. 

“Those pitiful little hands can’t get shit done” he grunts, dragging his hand up your thigh and curling around your stomach. The rough pads of his fingertips leave you trembling in their wake as he drags them lower.

He pulls your hand from its warm haven and eyes your swollen clit, begging for touch. He presses his thumb into it and circles it, making you moan. Finally giving you something. 

“Please…” you beg. Eager to feel him on you.

“Needy thing.” He stops circling and brings his hand lower, dragging his middle finger along your entrance and then spreading his fingers through your slick. 

“Go ahead.” He positions your hand around his and presses his middle and index fingers together like a gun. “You can use mine,” he commands. 

You realize he still isn’t going to fuck you. No, he wants you to move his hand and use his body to get off. He knew you would do it too because he was making you so desperate for any way to release. 

You wrap your hand around his wrist and guide him towards your entrance. Your other hand grips just above his watch in a desperate attempt to hold on. 

You are already so close, your body sucks him inside. The thickness feels so good as your pussy stretches to take him. You wince as you take in more and more of him, underestimating how thick he is. Everything about Joel Miller is so damn thick.  

“Goddamn you’re tight” he smiles crookedly as he feels your walls clamping onto him as you thrust him in and out.

You can sense a shift in the room that's palpable. He was having his fun with you, but he was getting greedy. Getting off on watching you struggle to take his fingers. He wanted to stuff you with his cock and show you what a real tight fit is, but he has no intention of giving you that satisfaction. You had to learn a lesson about teasing. 

He couldn’t resist curling his fingers inside you, prodding at your fleshy walls. Your hand was still around his but he was the one moving it now. His free hand rapidly stroking his length, thumbing over the swollen tip and God you need him so badly.

“Joel, please!” you beg. 

You are on the edge, ready to come harder than you ever have before. 

“Bet you can’t handle three,” he challenges, giving you no time to respond. He’s already decided it's happening whether you want it to or not. You do want it. You want anything he will give you. 

He groans as he adds a third finger and you flinch at the stretch. You hold  onto his forearm for dear life as his fingers fuck into you hard while he fucks into his own fist.

Now he can’t help himself from taking over entirely. He thrusts into you, deeper and deeper. Feeling your walls convulse around him as you reach your limit.

Finally he gives you permission.

“Come. Come now,” he snarls at you. Your orgasm has you gasping for breath as he relentlessly fingers you through it, chasing his own release. You soak his fingers and moan his name, your walls fluttering around him. Your nails claw into his skin, as you’re fucked out and overwhelmed by sweet ecstasy.

He comes hard and loud and you are certain your dad is passed out drunk since he hasn’t broken down your door yet. 

Joel’s hot spend hits your stomach and pussy. There is so much of it, he paints you in his release. Claiming you. 

A primal need surges inside him, desperate to leave you with his seed. You see the shift in his eyes and he can’t stop himself. His cum drips and pools around his knuckles as he fucks it inside you in a frenzy, needing his  spend as deep as his fingers will let him. 

“Joel, fuck,” you protest at the initial shock of what he is doing. He doesn’t even ask if you are protected, he just uses his brute force to thrust his cum inside. 

It’s obscene.

And it feels so good. You are as depraved as he is. You welcome him inside your body wanting more, swallowing up whatever he gives you as you come down from your high. 

His cum leaks out of you as he withdraws his fingers, but he stuffs as much back into your gaping hole as he can until his primal drive wanes. 

He gets off the bed and puts his shirt back on, leaving you laying there in his mess. 

“Next time you pull that shit again, I’ll make you sorry.” he threatens as he zips up his pants.

You smile in the dark and close your legs tightly, feeling the ache from his rough touch.

“I’m counting on it.”

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how seventeen act with their writer s/o

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seungcheol

he is begging. he is on his knees BEGGING you to pls let him buy you a new laptop because the one you use is literally on its last legs and makes ominous sputtering n whirring sounds like a dying cat stuck in a vent every time you start it up. you don't let him tho bc “no cheol the memories :(((“ cuz you've had it for years but he is nearing the end of his tether and who knows. in a few days ur laptop may mysteriously disappear forever and you'll be forced to let him buy a new one

jeonghan

he's like the pet cat you don't own who likes to slink into the room and make inquisitive noises as he watches you work. drapes himself over your shoulders and makes distressed huffs when you try to dislodge him. he's never usually noticeably clingy, but when you try to write, the clinginess always springs out and you can't go five minutes without jeonghan poking his head into the room to check up on you and see what you're up to

joshua

your biggest fan. buys every single novel you write, puts on his glasses, and reads them very seriously in one go on the very evening it's released with the lamp on beside him. he looks so serious every time, but he'll always peer at you over his glasses and then give you a big grin, telling you how much he loves it. gets you to sign a copy for him and brags to everyone he knows that he has your signed novels with special messages just for him that no one else can have

junhui

he's your personal general knowledge bank. when you're searching up obscure things and slowly losing hope on finding an answer, just ask junhui and he'll either a) know the answer or b) knows someone who knows someone else who knows someone else else who knows the answer. don't ask him how to spell words tho bc he's like. hopelessly bad. blinks at you going “what's an [insert word]” before you give up and google it yourself

hoshi

alwaysssss wants to know what you're working on right now. gets all whiny when you get possessive of your work and refuse to show him before it's finished bc come on, it's surely perfect already, why are you trying to hide it from him?? loves helping you do, like, the non writing stuff. writing out plot? nooo. building fantasy maps, figuring out political systems, getting lost on a tangent on figuring out the price of beans in the 1800s? hell yeah sign him up!!! 

wonwoo

knows all the grammar rules in the world. you can ask him stuff like “hey wonwoo can i put a comma here or no” and he'll amble over to peer over your shoulder and tell you whether you can or cannot, in fact, put a comma there. helps you curate all your writing playlists for the different moods you have. gently reminds you to get back to writing whenever you end up scrolling on instagram for too long

woozi

you're even more of a workaholic than he is when in the zone, so he gets to realise how unhealthy it is to be sat in front of a computer for hours straight with no break. you get to act as each other's “let's act like a normal human being now” reminders, depending on which of you is going through a work fixation. you guys both go on runs together in the mornings even though it kills you bc at least it gets both of yo brains kickstarted to spend a day being all creative in ur respective fields

minghao

you value his opinion above anyone else's. above your beta reader's, above your agent's, even above your editor's bc those are more like advice, not opinions. but knowing that minghao likes your work, and knowing which parts in particular he really likes, is so important to you because ultimately, you want the person you love to also love the things that you create. 

mingyu

brings up the fact that you're a writer in every conversation he has with anyone ever. “oh my god look, this menu has writing on it. speaking of writing, my s/o writes actual books as a job!!!!”. your agent made him sign a contract similar to an NDA bc he just keeps yapping about your books even when they haven't been released yet. loves the noises you make whilst you're writing. thinks it's the cutest thing ever when you make overjoyed “AHA!!” sounds when you finally realise what the plot is doing

dokyeom

more than willing to be your rubber duck and let you talk at him until u figure out your own plot holes. he could be in his room scrolling on his phone but the minute you call for him, he's leaping up and bounding over to you and pulling up a chair in an instant, more than willing to let you bounce ideas off him. sits there doing nothing but looking all pretty as you talk at him and work out the tangle you've gotten yourself into. beams and gives you a big kiss when you manage to figure it all out. 

seungkwan

he buys you a biiiig wheely whiteboard and a bunch of coloured board pens to help you plot your novels. when you get stuck, he comes over and stares at the board with his hands on his hips, very gravely considering your dilemma and what would be the best way to get you out of it. you two talk about plot holes like it's the most serious thing in the world and he just nods like a proud father once you both find a solution

vernon

at this point he's like. a professional tea and coffee and biscuits supplier due to the amount of snack runs he does for you. has walked in on you lying face down on the floor during a meltdown one too many times to bat an eye anymore. also great at helping you block out actions during scenes like. he's the perfect doll. lets you maneuver him into the weirdest positions in the world with zero complaints. he just loves helping you however he can, really. 

chan

reads through your drafts whilst you're in the middle of writing, accidentally gets hooked and is begging you every day to finish the novel bc he really wants to know what happens next. he's the best at spotting inconsistencies and plot holes in ur writing so before you even send it off to your beta reader, he gets to have his hands on the manuscript to check for any changes needed. also bc he needs to read the ending asap otherwise he'll probably combust. 

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Gentle On My Mind - Chapter 10

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

A/N: My regular warning that there are still some dark themes here, please do check the triggers.

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 3.2K

TWs: Reference to sexual assault (not Elvis-related), trauma, crying, smut, size kink.

Gloria spends a dizzying couple of days in Elvis’ suite and downstairs watching him perform. That Sunday night he tells her that he hates the fact he hasn’t been able to send her birthday gifts, but he has been buying them anyway and he presents her with an armful of dresses and shoes and jewellery. When she tells him she can’t possibly take that home and have Roger see any of it he promises to keep it in Graceland for her, stroking her cheek and telling her that it’ll be waiting for when she’s ready to live with him. She doesn’t know how to tell him she doesn’t think that will ever happen, so she stays quiet. 

He asks if she wants to come to the midnight show, after one show in the afternoon and the usual dinner one. She shakes her head wearily. 

“I’m so tired, baby. I really want to see you again, I just need to rest for a bit. I can’t get on your schedule…”

He nods a little sadly but he lets her go to bed. If she sleeps now she might stay awake after the show for the afterparty. He follows her into the bedroom and watches as she gets changed awkwardly, trying not to show him her body. 

She flops onto the bed and looks up at him, stretching like a cat. “Have a good show baby.”

“Thanks Glory, I will, I hope.” He sits down on the side of the bed and she curls herself around him, making him smile. 

“You know how usually you have people in here, afterwards…” she starts, slightly unsure. 

He nods silently. 

“You think… maybe tonight it could be just us?” 

He feels himself about to say that he likes to have plenty of people around him for company and to help him wind down after the shows… and then he realises this might be the first time she’s ever asked him for anything. 

“Sure, princess. Anything for you.”

***

Gloria manages about an hour’s sleep and then starts drinking espresso martinis that she orders from room service in an attempt to keep herself awake and simultaneously get herself a little drunk. She checks her finger and toenails for chips and then curls her hair, applying makeup carefully afterwards. Spraying a little perfume, she steps out of her nightclothes. She’s set the jacuzzi going and it’s warm and bubbly. Checking the time, she takes a deep breath and then gets in. He should be back from the concert in the next few minutes, if the other nights are anything to go by. She’s hoping and praying he hasn’t suddenly decided to bring one of the guys back with him. 

***

Elvis and Jerry are on their way back to the suite together when Elvis remembers what Gloria said and thinks maybe her request included the guys too. His bitches, she always used to call them. He chuckles to himself. 

“Hey, Jer, I think ya should probably make yourself scarce for a few hours.”

Jerry shrugs. “Sure. You got plans?”

Elvis smirks. “Glory does.”

Jerry finds himself blushing a little, thinking of Gloria getting herself all dolled up for Elvis after his show. He tries to pull himself together. 

“Have a good time!” He slaps the other man on the back and then turns and walks back down the corridor as quickly as he can. 

Elvis looks after him, feeling mildly confused. Shaking his head a little to clear it, he carries on towards the suite. They still hadn’t had sex this weekend, the combination of her shyness about her body and their inability to be awake at the same time didn’t help. But maybe tonight… 

He pushes the door open and calls her name. 

“In here, big boy,” she calls back.

Frowning a little, he wanders through the suite, listening to the sound of her voice as she keeps calling out to him. Finally working out that she’s in the huge bathroom, and then looking in to see her stretched out in the bubbly jacuzzi, a glass of wine in hand. 

He blinks. “Oh my…” His eyes drink her in, her hair piled up on the top of her head in a mountain of curls, red lipstick and smokey eyes, and obviously nothing on. Thank God he’d told Jerry to get lost. 

Gloria grins. “C’mon. Get in.”

Elvis doesn’t need telling twice, shedding his clothes quickly and getting in at the other side of the bath. 

“Well I wasn’t expecting this,” he breathes, accepting the glass of wine she’s offering him. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I’m sorry we’ve not… it’s not like me.”

None of it had been like the girl he first met, he reflects. But that was five years ago now, and he’s certainly changed too. He smiles. 

“Well it’s a wonderful surprise,” he tells her, his hand reaching to stroke her thigh. “Don’t get much use out of this thing usually.”

“No?” She teases. “I’d have thought you’d have it full of glamorous women all the time.”

He stares at her for a moment, and then remembers that she did used to be like this. Unbothered by whoever else he might have in his bed when she wasn’t there. 

“Only one at a time, usually. I’m not as young as I used to be…” he jokes. 

She grins. “Okay, so you know what you're doing then. What's your usual next move?”

“If I've already got to the naked in a hot tub stage?” He asks. “Well, I guess I'd probably take this glass from you and kiss you properly.”

He moves across the tub, taking the wine glass from her hand and setting it on the side. His hand cups her cheek as he starts to kiss her, his body half-floating and half-pressed against hers. Her hands move to the back of his neck, fingers pushing into his hair as the kiss deepens and she thinks about how much she’s missed this. Being touched by someone who wants her. She slides a hand between them and wraps it around his dick, stroking it slowly up and down as they continue to kiss. She can feel herself getting excited but at the same time her stomach is doing flips thinking about what might come next. The last time her and Roger had sex it was quick and unpleasant. She’d just closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and waited for it to be over. The last time she’d actually had a good time with someone else had been Elvis, after the show in Frisco last year. Somehow she’d managed to be carefree then, once she’d got the fainting and the crying over and done with. But now in the hot tub she can feel herself getting tense as his hand slips between her legs and starts to play with her, and her mind is going at a million miles an hour thinking of what she’ll do next and what he might do next and what could go wrong. She’s never over-thought in her life. What the fuck is happening? 

“C-can we stop?” She finds herself asking, pulling away from him and the kiss. 

Elvis is a little shocked, and Elvis is also more than a little turned on. So he says something he shouldn’t. 

“Oh baby, come on. It’s been such a long time.”

Gloria feels herself freeze as the words echo around her head. The same words Roger used, that night when he… well. She feels Elvis’ hands on her, the hands of another man she’s frustrating, another man who wants something she’s not willing to give. And suddenly she’s gone from fright to flight and she’s scrambling out of the hot tub, knocking over the wine glass and hearing it smash on the side as she runs from the room, desperately trying to get to the bedroom where her clothes are. She can hear footsteps behind her and his voice calling out her name and it just makes her run faster, desperate to escape. She barrels into the door and almost knocks herself out when she finds it closed. Standing there, swaying, she feels arms around her waist and hears a gentle voice in her ear. 

“Glory… Glory, it’s me… shh… it’s okay.”

Her body relaxes when she hears his voice, his tone, his pet name for her. She flops against him and he wraps her in a towel and then picks her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom and onto the bed. He pulls on a robe himself and then sits down next to her, concern etched onto his face. 

“Baby I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he scratches his head. He’s not sure what he didn’t mean to do, exactly. “Are ya okay?”

She stares back at him. She is not okay. “No… I… I don’t know.” She takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Sorry. This was meant to be a fun time in the hot tub and I freaked out.”

He reaches over and strokes her cheek gently. “Can I get ya anything? Anything that would make ya feel better?”

She sighs. “I knocked over the wine glass.” Looking forlornly across the room. 

“I’ll get ya some more. Hold on.”

She watches him walk away and feels her stomach knot. She wants him so much but he’d reminded her of Roger in that one moment and it had really, really scared her. He comes back with the wine and doesn’t ask any more questions, just sits with his arm around her, kissing her temple and telling her how pretty she is. Eventually they talk a little about his show and what he plans to do tomorrow, and then she gathers her courage and puts her glass down on the bedside table. 

“Can we go back to what we were doing?” She asks, her hand on his arm. “But… take it slow?”

He nods. “Of course.” His hand gently pushes her towel open and his thumb caresses one of her nipples. “Is this okay?”

She nods and presses her lips against his, her hand reaching to undo his robe. She starts to gently stroke him again, and he moans into her mouth, pulling back to look at her. 

“I’ve missed the way you do this.”

She can feel herself welling up when he says that, and she has to take a couple of deep breaths to stop herself from crying. 

“Can I touch you too?” He asks, softly, his hand slowly moving over her belly. 

“Yes please.”

She lets out a shaky breath as he runs his finger up her pussy and then around her clit. 

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

He’s being so gentle and careful with her she finds herself starting to relax, just feeling the sensations in her body rather than wondering what will come next. His fingers slip around and inside her with ease as she gets wetter, and he starts to want more. He slides his leg between hers and takes hold of his dick, gently displacing her hand. Running the tip against her pussy, he hears her gasp, and then rearranges slightly so that he can rub against her without his hand being involved. 

“Is this okay?” 

His eyes search hers for any sign of fear but she just stares back at him with full-blown lust. 

“Yeah… fuck… it’s better than okay…”

She moans as he kisses her neck, one hand holding her leg to give him access to rub his dick against her pussy again and again. 

“Can I…?” He asks, a few minutes later when he’s not sure how much more of this delicious torture he can take. 

She nods. 

He presses his forehead against hers, stopping his movements for a moment. “Tell me if you want me to stop and I’ll stop.”

She nods again, then manages a whispered “I’ll tell you.”

He shifts again and starts to push inside her, pulling her leg up and over his hip as he very slowly fucks her with the tip. She whimpers. She’d forgotten just how big he was, and even this is stretching her uncomfortably. Her mind keeps slipping back to that night with Roger, when she told him no and he forced himself on her anyway. 

“Elvis I… I can’t…”

He pulls back and takes a deep breath. Fuck. 

“You can’t?” He tries to keep his voice calm and level, but it’s difficult. It’s difficult not being allowed to have what he wants so badly. 

“I want to,” she whispers. “I just… since the baby…”

Elvis tries his level best to think, rather than just act, for a change. Lately with everything that had been going on in his life, he’d struggled to do anything other than react. Which tended to involve a lot of yelling, throwing things, getting angry quickly and then apologising. But he can’t do any of that to his Glory, no matter how frustrated he might be in this moment. She seems delicate right now, for reasons he can’t understand, so he tries to treat her like an expensive china vase. 

“How about I make ya feel good, hm? And then if you want, we could try again? Ya might be a little more… relaxed.”

It’s something he’s done before with her and with other girls. They did sometimes get put off by the sheer size of him and clam up, although he’s not sure why that would happen to Glory now. 

Gloria kisses him gently on the lips and then nods. “Okay. Let’s try that.”

He gently rolls her onto her back and then settles himself between her legs. He doesn’t want to rush this, to make her think he’s just trying to get to his own pleasure. Anyway, this is his own pleasure. He loves going down on girls, sometimes a lot more than he enjoys sex. There’s always an element of danger when it comes to sex with a random girl, and although he’s adept at pulling out at the right moment, he never feels like he can really let go and enjoy himself. He can enjoy himself here though, he thinks, as he buries his face in Gloria’s pussy and listens to her moans. He can get right into the moment, whatever that moment might be. Tease and denial, romance, tongue-fucking. He’s even been known to lick an ass or two, recently, if the fancy takes him. And right now it’s a great excuse to watch her letting go too, losing her inhibitions and grabbing his head as her pussy pulses around his tongue. He kisses and licks and sucks until his name is echoing around the room, her hips are bucking up into his face and he starts to worry about clumps of his hair being pulled out. 

“Fuck. Elvis. Oh God.”

He grabs the towel that’s still on the bed and wipes his face with it before pressing kisses to her neck again, pulling her leg over the top of his and holding her body close. His dick is throbbing with need, but he just keeps kissing and holding her as she comes down from her orgasm. 

“Let me do it,” she says quietly, after a while. 

“Huh?” He feels like she’s saying yes but he wants her so badly at this point he’s starting to wonder if he’s making things up. 

“Here.”

She moves her leg so it’s thrown high over his hip, then reaches between her legs for his dick, slowly easing it into her pussy. It’s definitely not as difficult as earlier, but she’s still tight and he’s still big. She rearranges again, one hand guiding his dick as the other grips his ass, encouraging a slow rhythm, each thrust pushing him inside just a little further. She groans when she feels him finally fill her completely, her hands going to his back and the back of his head. 

He waits, with all the patience he can possibly muster, for her to tell him that it’s okay to move. She’s so tight around him he’s not sure how long he can last, even in this slightly weird position. He doesn’t know why, but he knows this is the only way she’d want to do it, lying facing one another, wrapped up in each other’s limbs. 

She looks at him and nods, only a tiny little movement, but he knows what it means, and starts to slowly thrust in and out of her, watching her and feeling her. 

“Oh Glory,” he murmurs, one hand on the back of her head, the other on her ass. His hot breath on her ear. “My girl.”

She whimpers softly at the words. She hasn’t heard him call her that for a long time. 

“You feel so good, big boy.”

He moans. “Fuck. So do you.”

He rolls his hips into her again and again, slow, gentle movements, deliberate lovemaking. It feels so good, but even though he thought she was so tight he might just come immediately, he needs more. 

“Baby, this feels so good but I really need to come…”

She nods and lets him pull her on top of him as he rolls onto his back, his hands moving to her ass to help her move faster on his dick, curses and moans falling from his lips as he gets closer. He puts his feet up on the bed so he has something to push against as he starts to fuck her from underneath, harder and faster until he finally feels himself start to come undone, grunting and moaning and holding her hips whilst he empties himself inside her. 

“Shit. Fuck.”

She falls forwards, her head on his chest, panting as he wraps his arms around her. He’s lying there, completely blissed out, when he suddenly thinks of something. 

“Fuck. Should I have pulled out?”

She shifts to look at him, shaking her head. “No. I’m on the pill.”

He frowns a little. “Thought he didn’t want to sleep with you? What d’you need to be on the pill for?”

Gloria sighs. “He doesn’t want to sleep with me. I don’t want to talk about Roger right now, Elvis. I want to lie here with you.”

Again, Elvis holds back. He thinks there’s something wrong here, she’s lying about something, but he can’t work out what it is. But this is their last night together, and judging by the other two nights, she’ll be asleep soon. He has to make the most of the time they have. 

They talk a little more, him trying to persuade her to divorce Roger and move to Graceland with him, and her explaining again that it’s not all that simple. 

“I have to find a job, my kids won’t just feed themselves.”

“What about your daddy? Surely he’d help you out?”

“My dad thinks he’s handed me off to Roger now. He’s not going to help me. This is all my problem.”

“Well if he won’t then I will.”

“No, Elvis. I can’t take your money. I’ll be fine, it just might take a while.”

“And then you’ll come and live with me?”

She rubs his chest, leaning her head against and not meeting his eyes whilst she lies to him. 

“Yeah. Sure. Then we’ll come and live with you.”

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[allatseapod]

Meet the crew!

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Noah (they/them) is the writer of All At Sea and the voice of February. They're currently in the process of completing their MA in English Literature, which focuses on the importance of the found family trope in queer, POC-led narratives. When they're not drowning in books or literary analysis, you can find them staring blearily at a blank Word Doc, or drowning in all the different audio dramas they still need to listen to.

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[grossdyke]

not you ranting 💀 it’s misogynistic to make Harry regulus child when Lily is the mom not regulus GODDAMN.

bro..,.. they’re not real. go touch some grass

listen ive seen people being misogynistic towards lily in order to favor jegulus. it does happen and i wont deny it, however i will simply just stay away from it and not interact. im way more interested in evolving lilys character and give her her own narrative instead of just using her to hate a mlm ship and claim to be feminist about it. like it’s fandom. make your own goddamn peace and create a space that you fucking enjoy. yall are not trying to defend lily when yall do this you’re just trying to be anti jegulus and using her to do it

no one is saying that regulus is ’the mom’ but like. people can do whatever the fuck they want. if people dont want to write lily but they want to write jegulus being harrys parents then by fucking god let them. who CARES. i wont interact with it and it doesnt interest me but oh my fucking god it’s fandom. people are out here writing mpreg and a/b/o and tentacle porn and incest and whatever the fuck else. this is simply not a problem. none of it is. its fandom and its free and its for fun

(i never see any of you complaining about tonks glaring absence in wolfstar teddy fics……..)

just don’t interact if it bothers you. i have things i wont interact with and topics i find problematic, so i stay the fuck away from it. no one is profiting and no one has to fucking read it. its not being advertised and its not being goddamn taught in schools

i will always defend lily and my priority is simply evolving her characters and giving her a narrative that just simply isn’t being a mom or a wife. like bro im in the middle of writing a lily character study canon divergence fic where she simply wasnt home when voldemort came and she doesnt save harry with the power of ’motherly love’. it will be morally grey and highly disturbing and a lot of people wont want to read it. however i want to write it to rebel against her doomed narrative in canon as a dead wife and mother. she wont necessarily be likeable or someone to root for but thats what i want to explore in my goddamn fanfiction

yall are acting as if some people writing regulus being harrys parent actually has a broad negative impact on the political climate or some shit as if its not just a silly little thing people do online bc it makes them happy. GO OUTSIDE…. TURN OFF YOUR PHONE…..????

and as i said. i simply wont interact with lily bashing but that’s just me. that’s my preference. i will consider interacting with this trope if lily just simply isnt involved. HOWEVER. THATS JUST ME. PEOPLE DO WHATEVER THE HELL THEY WANT.

it’s fandom. it’s not real. no one is profiting. there are no editors involved except for lovely people who will sometimes beta. it’s not professionally done. it’s free. it’s an outlet to be silly and fun and explore dynamics. these are fictional characters that do not exist

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[azfellesquire]

GO fic editor (beta reader?) offer

I am very much unsure how to do this, but I’ll try here. I’d like to offer my services as a sort of copy editor/grammar checker for Good Omen AO3 fics. I’d be happy to provide feedback, but honestly my day job is reading and yelling at words, and my evening activity is already reading GO fic, so why not combine the two and help the GO writer community?

My preferences are:

E or M (but open to shorter fics of other ratings)

Strong preference for human AU, M/M, Aziraphale/Crowley, happy ending/angst with a happy ending.

I don’t have many icks or CWs, I’ve read a lot of messed-up fics (yes, probably even that one).

Zero issues with any kink I’ve read so far. Honestly I love a good sub/dom/subspace chapter(s).

Slight aversion to A/B/O, but will absolutely edit them.

So if you don’t want a beta reader/feedback but want a second set of eyes for typos/grammar, AZfellesquire might be for you!

[afniel]

Ten years after the end of the Maverick War, X—unarmed, unarmored, disabled, and retired from the Maverick Hunters—takes on a missing person case in what used to be downtown Abel City, until it was destroyed and walled off from the rest of the world. It should have been a simple enough task, but nothing has ever been simple for X. He soon finds himself drawn into a conflict between two groups of Mavericks living in the Abel City quarantine zone, making friends he desperately needs but isn't so sure he wants, pretending to be a version of himself he doesn't hate, and confronting the fact that he has spent so long sacrificing all of himself for a world that gives him nothing in return that he doesn't even know who he is anymore or what he wants out of life. A nap, mostly, but that missing human isn't going to find himself.

I did it. \o/

3½ months, 164,906 words, approximately a bajillion hours of lost sleep, and quite a lot of ADHD medication taken as directed. Entirely finished and posted so you don't have to wait around for updates. I'm proud of me. I think it's a pretty alright story, hopefully.

It actually doesn't require a ton of series knowledge to read and I tried to write it such that most of what you do need you can infer readily enough, so if you don't really even go here, meh! It might still be at least a little entertaining.

I feel like my summary was actually really good, so I'll just steal some of my tags for the rest:

X is old as balls and disabled as hell

found family but it's a bunch of Mavericks?

Don't Worry About It

based on a dream at least originally

X is basically the world's most burnt-out gifted kid ever

everyone repeatedly fails the Stop Picking Grandpa Up 2211 Challenge and X is so over it

the world needs more disabled characters who stay disabled so I made some

also contains a metric ton of aroace relationships

SO many original reploid characters. too many. put some of those back.

contains an absolutely excessive amount of worldbuilding

because Capcom couldn't be bothered and I have to do everything around here myself

featuring reploids as a metaphor for minorities and outcasts

and going Maverick as a rational reaction to an irrational world

no gods no masters no alphas no betas no editors we die like Mavericks

isn't X tired of being nice? doesn't he just want to go ape shitt?

Gods tho I was so nervous actually hitting post on this. I will love you forever and ever and ever amen if you assuage my nerves and leave kudos or comments or even just hits. 🙏 I am super not used to anybody reading my writing and usually in the past it's been a guarantee that I can't continue doing it so I'm really stepping out of my comfy zone here.

[blrecs]

"kashikomarimashita, destiny," by sachimo

Reprinted from a now defunct newsletter previously hosted on TinyLetter.

Consider this newsletter #2.5, as it's a belated supplement to last time's discussion of "Shounen no Kyoukai." (Editor's note: this post is truly lost to the ephemera of the internet, as I don't even have an archived copy of it anymore.)

"Shounen no Kyoukai" had its beginning in the Be-Boy Omegaverse anthology, so it's only fitting that this time around I talk about "Kashikomarimashita, Destiny," an Omegaverse Project story. Remember how I mentioned that many of these bl a/b/o stories are about unfortunate omegas? Our main character in "Destiny" is another unfortunate omega. This time he is Toujou Aoi, the eldest son of the Toujou family, who have historically all been alphas. Reluctant to make trouble for his stepmother, Aoi renounces his place in the Toujou family and becomes (you guessed it from the title!) a butler-in-training with another rich and well-known alpha family, the Saijous. Aoi brings with him Miyauchi, a beta and himself a butler to Aoi. Their entry into the Saijou household is met with great consternation by both Jirou, the Saijou heir, and the head butler Kudou, who like the rest of the Saijou family are all alphas. Need I mention that as young children, Aoi and Jirou realized they were meant to be soul-bonded, only for Jirou to reject Aoi—and the whole concept of soul-bonding in general? You can imagine how the rest of this story goes.

(I should mention that this being an Omegaverse Project story, gender and biological sex have no bearing on the concept of "mother" and "father," as all humans are born with a uterus and the capability to produce sperm. Thus, whenever a character in "Destiny" talks about a "mother," they just mean "the person who bore the fetus," while the father is "the person who provided the sperm." This isn't an important plot point, just one that may save some of you the confusion I encountered when I realized certain characters were related by blood because one of the women was a mother to one character and a father to another.)

At the risk of spoiling Aoi and Jirou's story, I'll tl;dr a discussion about how it complements the thesis presented in "Shounen no Kyoukai." Aoi and Jirou do not run away from their fate, their destiny, their soul-bond—whatever you want to call it. Jirou's arc contains a lot of discussion about how and whether he can choose his own destiny, but I think the characters in "Kyoukai" would have some pithy things to say to him. Which is not to say that Aoi and Jirou aren't a fantastic couple; they're well-suited and earnest and there's no reason to believe from the story presented to us that they are not the best choice for each other. Both of them work hard to be better for each other, and in a romance, what more can you ask for than that?

Of greater interest to me today is how "Destiny" follows a very old bl manga trope, one that defined many of the earliest bl manga series I read. This is the trope of the "beta couple," which I recognize is doubly fitting in this context. "Destiny" is a four-volume story, but Aoi and Jirou's story only makes up the first volume. The remaining three volumes instead deal with the beta couple, Miyauchi and Kudou. This might be a rug-pull to some people who didn't begin their bl manga education reading Shimizu Yuki's "Love Mode" or Takaido Akemi's "Breakfast Club" or even Nasu Yukie's classic shoujo-but-actually-a-shounen-comedy-in-a-dormitory "Here is Greenwood." But it's a surprisingly frequent, and classic, bl manga move.

A classic bl manga that goes for more than one volume may begin with the alpha couple (e.g., Aoi and Jirou). They meet in the first chapter, have conflict in the second, resolve it in the third and maybe fourth. As their storyline develops, you meet the supporting characters that become your beta couple (Miyauchi and Kudou). The beta couple is usually made up of friends or family or, in spicier stories, a rival love interest or ex-boyfriend of someone in the alpha couple. The beta couple is not the other side in a love triangle; they must be two people in a relationship separate from the alpha couple. But the key to the true beta couple in bl manga, as opposed to the TV Tropes version, is that they overtake the story. The bl manga beta couple is not the one that you find in the extras of volume one who turn out to be dating. No, the bl manga beta couple subsumes the alpha couple into their storyline, to the point where the alpha couple becomes the setup for the meat of the beta couple's story.

So "Love Mode" begins improbably with a high school kid named Izumi who is set up on a blind date with a much older man, Katsura, but predominantly the series is about Katsura's friend, a host club owner named Aoe Reiji, who takes in the orphaned Naoya off the streets before romancing him (do not come for me about these age gaps, I didn't write it, Shimizu did, and she has a thing I won't talk about for really, really uncomfortable age gaps and dynamics). "Breakfast Club" also fakes you out by introducing second year Matsumoto who falls in love with his mysterious roommate Iizuka, before switching tacks entirely to focus on dorm head Miki and his equally enigmatic but charming roommate Inuyama, whom we follow all the way into college and beyond. And it's undeniable that "Breakfast Club" got its roots from "Here is Greenwood," which is mostly about Hasukawa Kazuya, a first year who moves into a dorm after his older brother gets married, but finds its most heartfelt emotional arc in its later volumes where (this is a pop quiz, are you paying attention?) it shows off the lasting friendship between dorm president Mitsuru and his co-conspirator and kindred spirit Shinobu.

The TV Trope beta couple is a source of comedy or is less conflict prone than the alpha couple. Not true of the bl manga beta couple. The bl manga beta couple has family who died in a traumatic accident, is estranged from their parents, get kidnapped, has long lost siblings, can't have sex because of something terrible that happened or maybe has too much sex because of something terrible that happened. The beta couple needs, by necessity, a happy or well-situated alpha couple to play off of. In this way, the bl manga beta couple is the flip side of the TV Trope beta couple. Because the alpha couple's story has ended, the beta couple must, structurally, continue to suffer. Their happy ending must be more: more dramatic, more hard-earned, more drawn out.

And so, too, with Miyauchi and Kudou. Miyauchi is complicated from the moment you meet him. He is too attached to Aoi, he gets himself too involved in Aoi's romance with Jirou, he is a beta and thus forever outside of this hierarchy/inferiority play of alphas and omegas. He will never go into heat, and he will never soul-bond. Not for him the happy ending of Aoi and Jirou, who at least have a destiny to deny. Miyauchi's destiny and happiness, it seems, will only ever be experienced through proxy. To this swirling vortex of twisted emotions, Sachimo adds a secret backstory, child abandonment, surrogate dads, a fated encounter—and Kudou, who comes bearing the gifts and burdens of being an alpha. The weakest part of "Destiny" is the third act Sachimo gives Miyauchi and Kudou through the introduction of Jirou's uncle, Hijiri, a research who specializes in heat suppressants and is maybe a little too interested in Kudou. The wrench Hijiri throws at Kudou could have been interesting if it were given any room to breathe, and Sachimo tries to give Miyauchi a twisted mirror by which, through reflection, he can straight himself out. But instead the whole thing, to me, fell flat on its face, like Sachimo wasn't ready to go the whole nine yards "Shounen no Kyoukai" presents.

Still, I can say with pleasure that "Kashikomarimashita, Destiny" is a fun, pulpy read; classic bl manga with beta couples always are. Aoi and Miyauchi's relationship is the ensemble dark horse, a steady pulsating beat that reminds you that love comes in all different forms, and not all of them have the same happy ending. Kudou is a very specific kind of good seme, necessary when he's paired up with Miyauchi, whose psyche has more knots than a macrame potholder. I wish we had gotten the chance to explore the world where gender is just a suggestion; query whether Sachimo's choice to create a society more stratified and buttoned-down, complete with a system of butlers and high society coming-out balls, is a reaction to it. But ultimately, "Destiny" is just a good love story for two couples who go through their personal hells to be together. That should be enough, at least for today.

[meraki24601]

Hello! I saw your advice on your previous reblog and it's very helpful to know that there's other ways of writing and you could break a couple of rules. I am a very bad storyteller so it truly helps, thank you for sharing! I just want to ask for advice about dialogue, I take days thinking what the character should say in this part of the story that I am not moving forward. I don't think that's normal for one line to take that much time?? How long should thinking for a dialogue normally take for it to sound natural? I think it should be quick because everyday conversation isn't planned but then I read somewhere that dialogue in stories are different from everyday conversation and that they should move the plot. But I don't want to sound like a Hallmark movie. I am also not very fond of the monologues that happened inside of the characters head, so I completely remove that in my story. I like when writers leave clues in conversations, even if the story is vague, it's like a puzzle piece! I think it's fun when they do that so I try to copy it but I end up just spending so much time with dialogues just thinking about revealing not too much information. I kind of 'overbake' everything. It doesn't sound natural anymore. I have taken a break and everything, tried to reset the story. Only to get stuck on a dialogues again.

Oh my god this is so long I am so sorry I just want general advice on dialogues! I am new at this so I'm making a lot of assumptions.

Hello Friend! Thanks for asking!

You have some really good questions in there. If you're asking questions and trying to learn, you're never a bad storyteller; you're just inexperienced and learning. It takes time to figure it out, and even professional writers struggle to make their stories "good." That's why alpha and beta readers, as well as editors, are so important. Anyway, in most cases, rules are there so you can learn how to break them. That definitely applies to writing dialogue.

One rule that I always hear is that you need to write quickly. Completing a draft should only take this long, and you should be able to put down so many words in an hour. While that might be true in part for most professional authors, that is mainly for people who need to chug out 5 or 6 books per year. Unless you have a contract that says you have to have a completed book in a month, take as long as you need. Take a day or more to chew on a line if it's important enough to warrant the attention. That writer friend I mentioned in my last post? They tend to average 20-30+ words per hour. I, on the other hand, average more like 8-15. Even so, I've written complete drafts of 5 novels and released a children's book, and he's only written one. Each person is different. Speed does tend to come with experience, but it's not required to be a good writer.

Yes, story dialogue generally differs from what you might hear when listening to someone chatting at the next table in a restaurant. That mainly comes from removing filler words and unnecessary verbal delays. Can filler words be used? Yes. However, they need to be used sparingly. Some verbal delays can be hinted at outside of the spoken words through actions and the listener's reactions.

Personally, when I'm really struggling with figuring out what a character would say, it's usually an issue with understanding the characters themselves. Would your character react to what's happening? What part of the recent events would they be reacting to? How would this particular person respond to what has been said to them? Are they the kind of person who would overthink and work out what this or that means in their head, or would they talk out their thoughts? How would their background influence the specific words they use?

For example, if a character were to ask another, "Hey, could you get her some more coke?" There are a few things this would tell you about them. First, I might assume they were from the southern US since they used the word coke instead of soda or pop. The request also suggests they're familiar with the person they're asking or the other person is in a waiter position. The person who needs the drink might be a child, an anxious adult, a significant other, or some other relation to the person asking, and this character has taken charge of the situation and asked so the other doesn't have to. If your character isn't a Southerner who wouldn't actively take charge of another person's minor needs, then they probably wouldn't say the line as it is, and you would likely need to adjust it to fit. Even though it seems like a simple, sweet thing to do, if they're making the request to avoid answering a question they had been asked, it changes how the reader and other characters would feel about it.

It sounds like you're trying to find the perfect dialogue right away. Remember that your first draft is supposed to be awful. Let yourself intentionally write bad dialogue. Get those Hallmark, cheesy, "I love you. No, I love you more."s down on the page and then make it less vomit-inducing later. Once you know who your characters are, how they act, and what your readers actually need to know, then you can make them say those meaningful lines that will have people screaming about how they didn't see things before they happened. If you need to, write the action first. Avoid writing a single spoken word until you know where everyone is and what's happening in the chapter. You can even use asterisks and plug in things like *so-and-so says something cool here that reminds the reader of their dead brother* to make a note of where you need to come back to and help yourself get past a troublesome spot.

Keep going! Writing is never easy, but it does get easier as you learn. Practice, and when you're ready, let other people read what you've written and give constructive feedback.

[dreamgrlevl]

open starter: choose from lila, trixie, bunny, alexis, or juliana (open to m/f/nb) plot: my muse is filming content while they think they're home alone, and then your muse interrupts and filth ensues. connections: roommate, roommates s/o, best friend, person my muse is dating, step-connection this blog uses beta editor / do not like my starters

typing out a message to her subscribers as they all tune into the live, the female smirks at the camera. "you guys really thought you were going to challenge me with this one, huh?" she teases, reaching over to grab the thick toy that had just been delivered that morning. "you really think i can't handle this?" she taunts, giving the toy a few strokes before licking the tip of it with a giggle. "guess i'll have to prove you all wrong." she tells her viewers, standing up and taking her webcam to set it down on the ground before suctioning the toy to the floor in front of it a few feet away. checking the view on her laptop she makes sure everyone can see her perfectly before she steps out of frame to grab a bottle of lubricant for when the time came. "you guys know the drill, start tipping if you want to see me lose these clothes and take this bad boy nice and deep in my a*s"

[thehiccupingbanana]

Strangers to Ex-husbands

PAIRING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: fluff RATING: Teen+ WORD COUNT: 3,548 WARNINGS: vague references to eating disorder, alcohol use (they are at a pub), references to sex (bad pickup lines and people using dating apps for hookups) Ben Hope CW: grabs Charlie by the wrist once without consent, has red flags (but they are kinda silly ones i found on buzzfeed and bored panda) SUMMARY: "Did you see that guy I was sitting with?” Charlie asked. “Yeah…” the man replied. “This may sound really weird.” Charlie started, taking a breath, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?” or Charlie is on a first date with Ben, who he met on a dating app, and it is going terribly. He meets a cute stranger while on the date and asks if he can pretend to be Charlie's ex-husband so Charlie can leave the date. ADDITIONAL TAGS: background Tao/Elle, Background Tara/Darcy, Meet-Cute, Inspiration: Bananas (Podcast), Crack Treated Seriously, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Kinda?, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, No beta/ editor, Fluff no angst, author is American but i tried, POV Multiple [READ ON AO3]

“This is not how I wanted to start my evening.” Charlie muttered to himself looking in his empty fridge, pulling out his phone.

[Elle, Tao, & Me] (18:37)  Me: guyysss 🥺🥺🥺 (18:37)  Tao: Charlie!  (18:38)  Me: you can’t be mad at me if i want to eat something! that’s not supportive! (18:38)  Tao: Why can’t you just order groceries more often? (18:39)  Elle: Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, Charlie. (18:39)  Tao: Elle! (18:40)  Me: thank you elle 🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕 (18:40)  Elle: We’re going to talk about this Charlie!

The ten-minute walk to Tao and Elle’s flat was the same as any walk in London would be. The pedestrian in front of Charlie walked too slowly, but the footpath was too crowded to walk around them. Then, a second pedestrian walking the other direction, knocked into Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie really hated the footpath in the London evening rush.

The burnt umber colored door of his best friend's flat allowed Charlie to breathe again. He lifted his fist to the door and knocked twice before the door was opened and Elle had pulled Charlie into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Elle.” Charlie whispered, wrapping his arms around his taller friend’s waist returning the embrace, other words not needing to be said.

“Of course, Charlie.” Elle whispered back before pulling away and saying with a smile, “Let’s eat and then we’re going put in your grocery order.”

“No hug for me?” Tao questioned walking through the kitchen door.

“No, you can never have a hug.” Charlie replied sarcastically, allowing himself to be pulled into a hug by Tao.

“Come on guys, shut the door and let’s eat.” Elle smiled while waving a hand towards the kitchen.

Tao let go of Charlie and shut the door, both guys following Elle into the other room. 

“What are we eating tonight, Chef Elle?” Charlie asked.

“Tonight is spaghetti bolognese and salad.” Elle replied, pulling out a plastic bag of salad from the refrigerator.

Once they had eaten, and Charlie’s grocery order for the next week was placed, Tao gently asked, “Charlie, you know we love you. And you know you can come over for dinner with us, whenever you want to, but when’s the last time you have been on a date?” 

“Tao-” Charlie started.

“It’s been a really long time since he’s been on a date, we know this.” Elle stated matter-of-factly.

“Elle-” Charlie interjected. 

“No, Charlie. You and James broke up three years ago. And you haven’t been on one date since. You couldn’t have sworn off dating before you reach 27.” Tao stated.

“Charlie, it’s okay if you’re lonely, we just want you to be happy.” Elle tenderly chimed in.

“It’s not for lack of trying! I swipe right on every guy!” Charlie explained.

“But how many of them do you leave on read?” Elle asked but sounded more like a statement.

“You would too if you got the kind of messages I get.” Charlie argued, defeated, pulling out his phone and opening the app, navigating to the messages pane. “Look at these!”

Hockey_Prince_835: Hey, I have a dentist appointment this Thursday at 10:30, would you be able to give me a ride? CelesHero968: 🍆 4 🍆 ?  Hagakure_Player431: Wanna hookup and never speak to each other again? PianoHero_105: Did you want to buy a 55” HD OLED curved smart screen TV? It’s only a year old and $500. Ur_Alpha749: I’m just a quarter aged male in man heat. Want to exchange numbers? 

“Man heat?!” Tao and Elle exclaimed at the same time.

“I know! I don’t even know how to respond to that one.” Charlie sighed. “This isn’t even a hookup app.”

“What’s the reason you didn’t respond to this message?” Elle asked.

BaseballBoy507: Hey, how are you? 🙂

“Come on, there’s no effort in that message. I would say good and then we would talk about our favorite colors or hobbies and then the conversation would fade into nothing. Pass.” Charlie stated waving his hands around.

“Charlie, that’s how conversations start!” Elle gave a pointed look, “Stop looking for reasons to not go out with anybody, just talk to someone and say yes! It’s probably not going to be a good date, but at least put yourself out there. The next message you get, you have to talk to them and go on a date with them.”

“That’s not-” Tao started to voice before a ping was heard from Charlie’s phone. 

Bhopeful_451: [image]

“Absolutely not. Elle, I don’t open up messages that’s just an image. No ma’am” Charlie stated shaking his head.

“Charlie just open the message, if it’s a dick pic then we’ll agree for it to be the next one. Plus, you don’t know, maybe he just sent you a meme as an opener?” Elle questioned hopefully. 

Charlie stared at Elle for a moment before admitting defeat by sighing and tapping the notification to open the app.

[imgID: Male with light brown hair taking a selfie in a dirty bathroom mirror. There is one bottle of soap in the shower, and a towel with a hole in it hanging in a bunch off the shower curtain pole.]

“Is that-” Charlie examined the photo and zoomed in to the background of the image. “Three in one soap?! Elle! Please, the next one!”

“I’m straight and even I know that’s a red flag Elle.” Tao declared. 

“Well, at least you know he showers?” Elle tried to justify.

“Elle-.” Charlie begged. 

“Just one date Charlie. Wherever you choose to go, we can go too and hide in the distance and if he gets too weird, we’ll rescue you and we can all leave. Just put yourself back out there.” Elle smiled.

“Yeah… Alright.” Charlie sighed knowing there was no use trying to plead or argue with her anymore. 

Bhopeful_451:   You, me, The Red Lion, Friday at 20:00?   The name’s Ben, BTW. Chspr111:   Hi! Sure 🙂   My name is Charlie. 

“I don't have a good feeling about this Elle.” Charlie sighed, leaning his head onto his friend's shoulder.

~🍃~

[Elle, Tao, & Me] (17:54)  Elle: Sorry Charlie! Just left Mum’s, we won’t be able to meet you at the pub for another 30 mins. But we will be there! (17:58)  Me: no worries, Elle, he’s waiting outside for me already, I’ll just make sure we stay here and i’ll hide in the loo if I need to. 

Charlie looked up from his phone, and eyed Ben up and down. Sure, the man would be what society refers to as handsome, but he uses 3-in-1 soap.   

“You’re late.” Ben stated.

“It’s 5:59.” Charlie replied looking at the time on his phone. 

“Whatever. Let’s go.” Ben grabbed Charlie’s wrist and dragged him to the bar inside, which wasn’t as crowded as Charlie thought it may be for a Friday.

“Oi! Barkeep!” Ben snapped his finger at the bar keeper, who just stared at Ben with a pointed look, while drying a pint glass with an oversized white tea towel. “I want a well-done steak and he will have a salad.”

“Sir. This is a bar.” The barkeep started, setting the glass on the counter, “We don’t have steak or salad.”

“Fine. Two of your house drafts then. On the tab under Hope. Charlie, I’m going to get us a table, bring the drinks, yeah?” Ben asked, walking away before Charlie could respond. 

“Sorry.” Charlie apologized to the barkeep.

“It’s not your fault your boyfriend is a tosser.” The barkeep shrugged.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend; this is our first date.” Charlie chuckled. “And our last. But might as well get a free drink out of it.”

“My man! I like you.” The barkeep exclaims, placing the two drinks on the bar in front of Charlie.

Charlie softly laughed a “thanks” and grabbed both drinks. He turned around and walked over to the table Ben grabbed, already dreading the next couple of hours.

“Yeah, so, my ex, she’s crazy. When you meet her, just know she’s crazy.” Ben started the moment Charlie sat down with the drinks. 

‘When I meet her?’ Charlie thought, taking a large swig of his drink, ‘If I’m going to have to listen to this, I’m at least going to enjoy my drink.’

“Oh, you don’t know why she’s crazy! She bought my brother's dog two Christmas presents last year, and only one for me. She’s still my best friend though.” 

“Wow.” Charlie fake amused with wide eyes, really wishing Elle and Tao could get to the pub sooner.

Ben stood up, blocking Charlie’s view of the front of the pub, and started exclaiming, “And her cat absolutely hates me. I try to ignore the cat but it still hisses at me every time! I was just over at her house yesterday and the cat tried to kill me, I swear. I’m going to go to the loo and when I come back, I’ll tell you all about it.”

Charlie closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when Ben started walking away from the table. When Charlie opened his eyes, he locked eyes with a blond laddish looking man that was staring at the bar. Surely, he isn’t looking at me? Charlie looked over his shoulder to see if there was someone else behind him that the man could be looking at, but nope. Charlie turned his head back to see the lad still looking at him, but with a face of awe rather than creepy.

“Hi” Charlie smiled, mouthing to the man, adding a shy wave.

“Hi.” The blond mouthed back to Charlie with a soft eyed expression, waving back.

Interesting. Charlie glanced at the doors to the loo and then back at the man, suddenly getting an idea, mustering up all the courage he may ever have, and started walking towards the bar.

Here goes nothing. Charlie thought, taking a small breath.

“Hi. I don’t know how much time I have left, but did you see that guy I was sitting with.” Charlie asked, trying to not focus on the fact that he is speaking to the most handsome man he has ever seen.

“Yeah…” the man replied.

“We’re on a date.” Charlie stated, reluctantly. 

“Oh.” the man said more with his face than with his voice.

“And, it’s going terribly.” 

“Oh.” the man replied, and Charlie didn’t miss the smile that flashed on his face. 

“So, this may sound really weird.” Charlie started, taking a breath, hoping that courage was still there, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?”

 ~🍃🍃🍃~

“Darcy!” Nick greeted, walking to the bar.

“Nicky!” Darcy cheered.

“Darcy.” Nick replied, unamused, at the use of the name that Darcy started using when they found out Nick’s childhood nickname.

“Here’s your drink.” Darcy grinned.

“Thanks. So, Tara said that she’s running late at work and doesn’t know when she’ll get out, but I’ll still be here to celebrate your first week here! I can’t believe you got this gig! So proud of you Darce.” Nick exclaimed, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“What’s not to believe, Nicky? I’m a great mixologist! I never let you go home sober in our Uni days!” Darcy declared.

“Yeah! Only went home with alcohol poisoning a few times!” Nick laughed.

“You’re welcome!” Darcy chuckled, before turning her attention to the next person in line at the bar. 

Nick slowly turned in his chair, seeing a rerun of an old football game on a TV. Only a couple of the tables were filled, but almost all of the pool tables were occupied. Soon Nick caught a glance of a raven-haired man sipping away on his drink. Right away another man stood up from the same table and walked away.

Nick found that his eyes locked to the other man’s blue eyes, unable to look away. The man glanced over his shoulder and then back to Nick before smiling and mouthing “hi” and giving a small wave at Nick. 

“Hi.” Nick whispered back, waving, in awe of the gorgeous man acknowledging him.

The man glanced at the doors to the loo and not a beat later he had started walking over towards Nick. Nick did not move, not sure if he was scared or excited. Before he was able to blink the man stood closely in front of him.

“Hi. I don’t know how much time I have left, but did you see that guy I was sitting with?” the man asked.

“Yeah…” Nick replied, taking in all the features he could of the man up close.

“We’re on a date.” the man started.

“Oh.” Nick tried to say, but unsure if anything came out, ashamed that he was about to be told off for staring.

“And, it’s going terribly.” the man finished.

“Oh.” Nick replied, trying to not smile at that revelation. 

“So, this may sound really weird.” the man started, taking a breath, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?”

“Are you- are you sure? I’ve only taken one improv class and I was asked to not come back.” Nick tried to joke.

“Hey, that’s more than I have taken!” the man chuckled with a flash of a sparkle in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll be your husband. Uhh, EX-husband, I’ll be your ex-husband.” Nick stammered, ignoring a snort from Darcy.

“My name’s Charlie.” the man, Charlie, smiled. “Just stare at me for a little bit and say my name a few times, make it as dramatic as the movies, and then I can leave. Thank you so much for helping me.” Charlie squeezed Nick’s shoulder gently, before turning around and heading back towards his table.

Nick stared at Charlie’s retreating form, trying to not focus on the lingering heat from where his hand had laid on Nick’s shoulder. When Charlie sat back down at his table, he looked back at Nick and gave a small smile, before the other man came back and Charlie’s face was emotionless.

“Nick, you are such a disaster.” Darcy laughed, pulling Nick’s attention towards her.

“Her cat has its own room!” Nick heard behind him, looking over his shoulder into Charlie’s pleading eyes.

“Now’s your chance, Nicky-boy.” Darcy sang before walking away to the other end of the bar. 

Here goes nothing.

“Oh wow, Charlie? Is that really you? Oh My God, it is you!” Nick exclaimed.

Charlie, with wide eyes, picked up his drink and quickly downed the rest, before stage whispering, “Ben. I need to go now.”

“What?” Ben loudly questioned.

“Charlie! Over here!” Nick continued.

“I’m sorry Ben. I really hate to have to leave like this.” Charlie started, grabbing his phone off the table. “But that man is my ex-husband, and he is an ex for a reason. I need to leave now.”

“Husband? You didn’t tell me you were married!” Ben exclaimed.

“Ex!” Charlie corrected, already half way out the door to the pub. “Bye!”

“What. The. Hell.” Ben said, looking angrily at Nick and then following the path Charlie took out of the pub.

“Bravo.” Darcy applauded, “That was great Nicholas, “I’ve only taken one improv class”, Nelson.”. 

“I-” Nick stammered.

“Nick, please. You barley even know his name and you basically signed the marriage license.” Darcy exclaimed.

“Like you can say anything!” Nick said defensively, “You married Tara the day after she graduated uni!”

“That’s different and you know it, Nicky; we’re lesbians.” Darcy smirked.

“That doesn’t make sense!” Nick laughed.

“Charlie, why were you outside and why are you rushing us back in here? Wait, did the date go that well, you are already introducing us? Charlie!” Nick heard a woman’s voice announce.

Nick looked over to where he heard the voice to see a beautiful tall woman and a shorter man walk back in the pub with Charlie.

“No Elle. I need you two here as a buffer in case he’s still here.” Charlie said exasperatedly, glancing around the bar.

“Charlie, I don’t know what you are on about, but we are going to get a table and you are going to get us a drink.” the man said, already walking towards a high-top table.

“Honestly Charlie. I just asked for you to go on one date, and you couldn’t do it without running out of a pub. You have some explaining to do.” the woman, presumingly Elle, ranted before following the man to the table he had chosen.

“Okay Elle.” Charlie huffed, walking to the bar where Nick still sat.

“Hi.” Nick said in a breathy tone.

“Hi.” Charlie replied in the same tone with a small smile. 

“Hi.” Nick repeated, a snicker from Darcy breaking him out of his mini trance. “My name’s Nick.”

“Hi Nick.” Charlie said. “Can I buy you a drink as a thank you for helping me get out of the worst date of all worst dates?”

“Would you join me?” Nick asked, still looking right at the prettiest bright blue eyes he has ever seen.

“Yes, I would love to join you.” Charlie beamed, moving to sit on the bar stool next to Nick and ordering another round for the two of them.

“So, what did he have against a cat?” Nick asked, after taking a sip of his drink.

“His ex, has a cat that has their own room, and his ex wouldn’t let him sleep over. He offered to sleep on the couch and she said no in case the cat wanted to sleep on the couch.” Charlie laughed.

“Ouch.” Nick sarcastically replied.

“That’s not even that bad! Look. Here’s the first, and only, picture he sent me.” Charlie pulled out his phone and showed Nick the picture of Ben.

“Is that only a bottle of three-in-one soap in the shower?” Nick gasped. 

“That’s what I tried to tell-” Charlie started.

“Charlie, not that I don’t love this for you babes, but Tao is waiting for our drinks and is getting impatient.” Elle interrupted, suddenly standing next to Charlie. 

“Tried to tell Elle.” Charlie finished.

“Elle? Ohmigosh! It’s been forever!” Darcy shouted excitedly. 

“Darcy? Darcy Olsen?” Elle turned her attention towards Darcy.

“Olsen-Jones now, but yes! How are you doing?” Darcy corrected, happily.

“Aww, you and Tara are married now? That’s so exciting!” Elle squealed.

“Umm…” Charlie interrupted.

“Oh! Charlie, this is Darcy, we had a few classes together at Higgs. And Darcy, this is Charlie, we went to Truman together before I was at Higgs. He’s one of my best friends.” Elle introduced the two. “Charlie… who’s this?”

“Elle, this is Nick. He helped me escape that terrible date, that you, who abandoned me at my weakest hour, made me go on.” Charlie pointed at Elle.

“Did she not see the 3-n-1 soap?” Nick leaned in closer to Charlie and asked quietly, but still loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes Nick, she did. Some friend she is.” Charlie said with faux annoyance.

“Elle! You have to know that is the biggest red flag!” Darcy gasped.

“He hasn’t been on a date in two years!” Elle argued with a small laugh.

“Elle! You don’t need to announce to the world how nobody wants to date me!” Charlie jumped up to put his hand over her mouth.

“Nicky here hasn’t been on a date in a while either.” Darcy smiled, grinning at Nick.

“Darcy! I’ve been on dates.” Nick insisted, trying to plead with his eyes to tell Darcy to stop, which she promptly ignored.

“Meeting somebody at a cafe for a coffee but leaving as soon as you see that they don’t tip the barista, is not a date.”

“I knew I wasn’t going to get along with them! I just saved myself and them the trouble!”

“You know what, that’s fair. Nice to meet you, Nick.” Elle stated after removing Charlie’s hand from her face.

“But you still made me go out with someone who uses 3-n-1 soap!” Charlie squeaked. 

“Charlie hush! You needed to get out of your flat! And for more than just when you need to buy groceries and end up eating a free dinner at mine.” Elle retorts causing Charlie to pout a little. “You’ll be fine.” Elle ruffled Charlie’s hair causing him to release a small squeak and bat at her hands.

Elle leaned down and whispered something only Charlie could hear, causing a blush to appear on Charlie’s cheeks. “Get your drinks and go please.”

Elle laughed softly in response then ordered two drinks from Darcy before walking back to her table with Tao.

“What did she tell you?” Nick asked with a chuckle.

“Nothing!” Charlie replied too quickly.

“I only ask because whatever it was, made you blush, and it’s adorable.” Nick teased.

“Shut up yeah?” Charlie asked, his voice slightly higher pitched, and blush still rising.

“One more question, and then you can tell me to shut up if you want to.” Nick paused, “Can I see you again? Maybe here, next Friday? Like as a date?”

“That depends.” Charlie stated, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I promise I use separate shampoo and conditioner!” Nick let out a small laugh.

“I promise I tip baristas.” Charlie smiled, “And I would love to see you again, here, next Friday. Like as a date.”

“Good. It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

~~~

Based off of a story one of the hosts was telling on the Banana’s podcast (that I can’t recall the ep number). It didn’t end the same way (at all), but I thought it was a cute premise.

If i missed any cw/tws please let me know and i'll fix it.

[devouredher]

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♡ potential connections: girlfriend/boyfriend, fiance, fwb, step-mother, aunt, (step) sibling, other taboo relations, etc. ♡ written with beta editor, can switch to legacy. ♡ dylan is a test muse.

this wasn't the first time the two brothers have done this. it was a sick, twisted game the two liked to play. one brother would seduce the other's significant other, getting them to cheat. then 'walking in' on them mid fuck. pretending to catch them in the act before forcing them into a threesome with the brothers. it was a game the two have played time and time again. "what? isn't this what you wanted?" with them still sitting on his older brother's cock, dylan unzipped his pants. making his intentions clear on what he planned to do next. the shocked and confused look on their face had been priceless. "cheat on me so you can fuck both of us?"

benjamin grinned from behind. not able to hide his amusement. it was a good thing they couldn't see his face. he purposely put them in this position so he could take control of their body. manuver them in a way he saw fit. ben hooked his arms underneath their knees to force their legs apart for his younger brother. "don't you fucking cry and apologize now. it's no use." dylan grunts out before pushing himself into their hole.

[chiconisroc]

How many percent of chapter 31 is done? (sorry if this sounds rude or anything, i'm just curious to know o.o)

Hahaha, you good!

Hummm idk how to use a percentage to describe how far i am with it : o. Last night, i rewrote like 6 k words, just have one more scene to work on. Betas read the over all chap and i'm gonna do some editing today to make things flow better and add little details before i send it out to my editor : )

So, depending how things go, hopefully the chapter is up tomorrow or in two days : 3

[lecheroustaint]

Open to: f/nb Suggested connections: inc*st, stepc*st, poly ship maybe? tab*o connections ENCOURAGED. Possible k*nks: r*mming (obvi), degradat*on, watersp*rts, edg*ng, org*sm denial, deepthroat*ng, c*ck/b*all worship, surprise me? Made with: Beta Editor. Legacy available on request.

"Hungry little b*tch, aren't we?" The older male leans back against his favorite couch, eyelids fluttering shut as he feels the warm tongue laving against his a*sh*le. "Sh*t, you're making it seems like you haven't had a good meal in months." The two of them were meant to be on their best behavior and be indulging themselves as little as possible. It had been almost two weeks since jerk*d himself off, let alone blown a fat load inside one of her h*les. The two of them had promised the other participant of their secret little games that they wouldn't have too much fun without her. "What a good, pathetic little wh*re you are." Unfortunately for the person currently tongue deep in his a*s right now, Javier did everything in his power to make her life a living hell. Not only did he not fuck her, she was edged to (almost to tears) on a nightly basis until her c*nt was left oozing and begging for release. He had her wound up tight, not even able to risk fucking her assh*le raw as he knew she could cum just as easily from a rough an*l session. "If you t-think eating Daddy's ass like this will tempt me into fucking you, you have another think coming." In reality, she knew what she was doing. She had been the one that all but begged to service him. After all, Javier was still human and his willingness to use the girl could be more easily swayed if was worked up and searching for his own release. His body language is giving himself away. Every brush of her tongue against his puckered hole nearly has him downright shivering. The swollen cockh*ad is leaking the sweet nectar of precum and making a mess across his toned lower abdomen. His b*lls are heavy, swollen and pulsing with weeks worth of his thick se*d. He already knows his next load will be massive, silently wondering how many orgasms it will actually take to drain his balls completely.

[gonemechaniic]

@forfeitsouls for FCG con't to beta editor

⚙ *:･ﾟ✧ // ❝ Aeor, huh? ❞   Her brow furrows a bit as she tries to think of the location, yet comes up with absolutely no recollection.  ❝ Can't say I've ever heard of the place. ❞ There's a small pout at that but Cindy, ever optimistic as she was, perks up right after.  ❝ Fresh Cut Grass, well that's an interestin' name! An' I thank ya kindly, I do try my best to be as hospitable as possible, especially to newcomers around these parts. ❞  Cindy is all smiles however his question does bring a few perplexed blinks.   

❝ O-oh...❞ She softly laughs and shakes her head. ❝ I'm doin' just fine! Just that it's a bit unfortunate that we don't have ... well anything like your kind around here, an' maybe I was feelin' a little disappointed about it. ❞  She briefly shrugs.    ❝ I do appreciate ya lookin' out though. Seems like you really are one of a kind in more ways than one. ❞