#Unterton

[joanofarc]

fucking sick of myself since day one (hot desk mix), mark (2019).

[daughterofhecata]

Habe jetzt den DreiTag zum ersten Mal komplett gelesen und so witzig es ist, ich finde Fremder Freund immer noch den schwächsten Teil und bin ein bisschen traurig drüber. Hauptsächlich, weil der Band eben nicht auf Peters Stärken zugeschnitten ist, so wie die anderen zwei für Justus und Bob, sondern ihn regelmäßig als leichtgläubigen Idioten dastehen lässt. Hätte mir eher einen (und ich kann nicht glauben, dass ich das sage) Sport- oder Auto-Fall gewünscht, wo Peter sich vielleicht unter eine Gruppe Verdächtiger mischen muss und durch sein Wesen und sein umfangreiches praktisches Wissen auf eine Weise brilliert, die Justus und Bob nicht nachahmen könnten.

[florbexter]

No because Zhang Ping’s earnesty is so hilarious because he isn’t this suave brilliant young man that next to his deductive skills also knows how to woe and ahh the people around him.

He just marches on like a bulldozer and his: “Oh that wasn’t part of the plan.” face whenever he destroys something or is tangled up in something or his rightous demands don’t get met is E V E R Y T H I N G! The way his caterpillar eyebrows move.

This is his first day as a human and no one can convince me otherwise.

[seepweed]

NEIN. er hat nicht ernsthaft das armband aus dieser erinnerungskiste angezogen.

[moondove330]

NOW I'm playing lego batman 3. Lex Luthor just said he hopes Superman is okay, he's really worried about him. Joker says, don't worry Batman will take care of him. Robin says, I think I liked you two better before. Robin is homophobic

Also Green Lanturn and Manhunter set up a satellite probe thing in space and Lantern says If there's one thing Martians know it's setting up a probe. HELLO??????

ALSO Braniac is voiced by Dee Bradley Baker and all I can think of is the Smiths yelling SHUT UP KLAUS and Roger punting him into the street

[echoescomeback]

the songbirds are here you just have to search for them listen for their songs

[airenyah]

oh the blessing and the curse of having an education in something

[awakari]

Good Night Stories

Sanji x gn!Reader

It had been an exhausting day with a stressful battle. You're tired, but the adrenaline still hasn't fully worn off, so you're struggling to fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning in your bed, you decide to head back out onto the deck and sit down on a bench, feeling the fresh night breeze.

After sitting there for a few minutes, you hear a door somewhere to your right open and someone else walking onto the deck. Upon turning your head towards the source of the noise, you spot your blonde crewmate and good friend, Sanji, about to light a cigarette.

He notices you sitting there and starts walking towards you with a smirk. "Can't sleep?" he asks with a teasing untertone. "No. I'm SO exhausted, but I still can't calm down from earlier..." you explain and let out a frustrated groan.

When he realizes your frustration, his expression softens and he sits down next to you, asking if there's anything he can do for you. You lean against him and ask if he can tell you something. A confused look crosses his face and he turns his head towards you. "Like what?"

"I don't know... anything. I think i just need some kind of distraction, to take my mind off today for a bit."

There's a moment of silence, as Sanji seems to be thinking to himself. As he starts talking again, he begins reminiscing about his time working at the Baratie. The stories range from strange experiences with customers, to Zeff once again making him wait the Tables, instead of letting him cook, to the dishes he would prepare.

His voice always has a calming effect on you, so you start to relax and slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, with your head resting on his shoulder. Sanji continues talking for a while and when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, he gently places his jacket over your lap, careful not to wake you up. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look sleeping like that and a smile crosses his lips.

Then he finally lights the cigarette he was about to smoke earlier and leans back a little, making sure your head doesn't fall off his shoulder. Minutes pass. After he finishes his cigarette, he lightly leans his head against yours with a content sigh and lets his eyelids fall shut.

Soon after, he too falls asleep and the two of you gently sway with the calm rocking of the ship.

[p4p8rcl1p]

champagne pops and other white drops

2,4k. explicit. lando norris/oscar piastri. face-fucking, choking, dom/sub untertones, ++ .

Oscar doesn’t bother to look at him, but Lando took notice of his thumb freezing in place the second he entered the room, hovering above his phone screen. Lando, quite frankly, doesn't give a shit whether he’s looking or not. He locks the door behind him, steps between Oscar’s spread legs and drops to his knees.

That manages to get Oscar to put his phone away.

“You did well,” he says softly, placing his hand on Lando’s hair. Testing the waters. Lando closes his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Oscar’s inner thigh.

“Good enough for you?”

Oscar’s fingers twitch, then tug at his curls. “What do you wanna hear, Lan?”

“Mm.” Lando blinks up at him with those big, dumb eyes he’s really fucking good at. Too good sometimes, for Oscar's sanity at least. “Myself choking on your dick, I guess.”

“Christ,” Oscar breathes, “alright. And from me?”

Lando shrugs, wrapping both hands around Oscar’s socked ankle. “Want you to make me.”

Oscar’s grip in his hair tightens. “Be good for me, then.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58590430

[millersdjarin]

Millersdjarin Fic Masterlist

reblog-able masterlist ❤️

{**indicates smut}

Joel Miller

Baby, Show Me** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 4.2k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: smut, d/s untertones, but it’s also just really soft at the same time, joel in charge, multiple orgasms, communication, enthusiastic consent, pet names, praise kink, so much praise kink that you’ll never doubt yourself again

Some Invisible String** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Status: Complete, 5 Chapters (21.6k) ♥︎ Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn’t know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he’s too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers. ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: eventual smut, post TLOU part I, jackson era joel

My Hands are Shaking (From Holding Back From You)** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 6k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: SMUT, i am a slut !!!!, light d/s, joel in charge, communication, praise kink, pu**y slaps, just filth!!, aftercare, pet names, rough sex, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, established relationship

Religion's In Your Lips** ♥︎ Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Word Count: 5.4k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings:  smut, joel’s Skills™, oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected piv, a bit of mandhandling from joel, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, all that good stuff

Shorter posts/blurbs/headcanons:

♥︎ Domestic!Married!Couple Joel x F!Reader

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Din Djarin

Parts of You ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: T - M ♥︎ Word Count: 1.9k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: helmetless!din, established relationship, soft, tender, soft!din, brief mention of a fight

I Only See Daylight** ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E ♥︎ Status: Complete ♥︎ Word Count: ~141.6k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, post-canon, trauma, past emotiona/physical abuse, religious trauma, cults, scars, negative self-image, din working out his shit, reader working out her shit, found family, injury, heavy angst but also lots of fluff and love (drop me a message if you need any more details on any of the warnings)

Don't Wanna Look (At Anything Else)** ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: E (explicit, SMUT) ♥︎ Smut chapter #1 from I Only See Daylight

In These Trying Times ♥︎ Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ♥︎ Rating: G ♥︎ Word Count: 2.7k ♥︎ Tags/Warnings: diabetes, hypoglycaemia, almost-fainting, protective!din, secrets, food

[tryingadifferentsong]

Schloss Einstein Rewatch Folge 77 - 80

Wenn ich die Lehrer:innen mit ihren Zeitungshüten so auf dem geschmückten Schulhof sehe und die signature happy Seelitz Musik anfängt, fühle ich mich ja selbst gleich, als würde ich nach den Sommerferien wieder am Schloss ankommen 🥹

Omg, die armen Kids haben ja alle noch gar keine Rollkoffer, sondern müssen ihre Koffer alle noch tragen. Iris muss Nadine als erste Information mitteilen, dass sie 3 Pfund abgenommen hat, ey die tut mir so leid, dass das ihr Gewicht so eine Rolle für sie spielt (aber was haben sich die Autor:innen dabei gedacht, das immer wieder zu betonen, sie ist doch überhaupt nicht dick!)

Wolf, du kannst doch nicht so nebenbei dropen, dass Atze jetzt "liebestechnisch" Connections ins Internat hat, wir wollen doch wissen was da in den Ferien noch passiert ist! (Wann Alexandra und Atze E-Mail Fiction, Kika??? 😡)

Auftritt Elisabeth! Mein erster Gedanke ist, dass ihre Mimik mich sehr an Martha erinnert 😍 Wie motiviert Elisabeth und Alexandra auch sofort zusammen an der Schatzsuche arbeiten. Und dann finden die einfach durch einen Streich der Dorfkids eine Bombe wtf? Elisabeth will bei der Evakuierung des Schlosses auch ihr Fahrrad mitnehmen, Ava wäre stolz! (danke Wolf und Ingo, dass ihr die Schatzkarte nicht in mehrere Teile aufgeteilt habt, so konnten wir die Schatzsuche in 2 Folgen, statt einer ganzen Staffel abfrühstücken)

Warum sind Nadiver schon wieder cuteness overload? "Gab's auch irgendwas in deinen Ferien, was nicht so gut war?" - "Ja, dass du nicht da warst" - "Ging mir genauso. [...] Ich hab jedenfalls ganz viel an dich gedacht" . Das ist zwar so vorhersehbar, aber die machen mich in ihrer jugendlichen Verliebtheit trotzdem jedes Mal fertig 😭

Die Jungs (v.a. Ingo, Oliver und Budhi) sind über die Ferien alle einfach so erwachsen geworden, das sind keine Babys mehr, das sind ja schon halbe Erwachsene!

Oh Gott, wie cringe dann die Szene ist, in der erst Marc Budhi beichten muss, dass Katharina in den Ferien was mit einem anderen hatte und dann Buddhi erzählt, wie er in den Ferien mit Sonja nackt im Pool auf der Kreuzfahrt war. Budhi gibt mir dadurch leider grade ganz große Fuckboy-Vibes 😫

Aus Rache an den Dorfkids erfinden Alexandra, Marc und Elisabeth das "Schakana", ich find's ja generell immer cute, wie ernst die alle ihre Streiche aneinander nehmen und wie viel Mühe die sich geben, aber dass Alexandra Monika so richtig sauer aus dem Labor drängt, nur weil die auch mal an den Computer will, passt irgendwie gar nicht zu ihr.. (Monikas Konter "Du blöde Labor-Schnepfe" ist aber mindestens genauso unnötig, vor allem weil das halt auch noch ein misogynen Unterton hat...🫠) Aber wie gut, dass Marc und Pasulke Alexandra danach sogar spiegeln, dass sie gerade etwas zu hart war. Und wo haben die schon wieder das Schaf für die Auflösung her? Ich habe herzlich gelacht 😂

Franz trifft leider auch genau meinen "aw it's adorable, oh it's traumatized" Softspot. Seine Eltern sind einfach beide bei einem Autounfall gestorben😭♥️ (Autor:innen auch so: wir hatten jetzt in Staffel 1 mehrere toxische Väter, Trennungen und ein Adoption als Familiengeschichten, was machen wir jetzt in Staffel 2? - Ich hab's, ein Kind hat einfach keine Eltern mehr *mic drop*)

Wenn man seine Backstory kennt, ist das irgendwie echt herzzerreißend, dass er sich so an Oliver hängt, der aber (auch verständlicherweise) keine Lust hat, sich dauernd mit seinem Patenkind zu beschäftigen. Und dann noch die schlimmen Träume, von denen er im Kunstunterricht erzählt. Dieses Gespräch mit Frau Delling abends in den Mensa - hier hat doch gestern auch jemand geschrieben, dass wir Szenen brauchen, in denen Noah und Colin über ihre Traumata reden. Diese Szene mit Franz ist gerade mein Ersatz dafür, ich hab echt fast angefangen zu weinen.. 😢

Nadja taucht auf und sofort werden Indianer-Geschichten ausgepackt - dazu will ich eigentlich gar nichts mehr groß schreiben, alles an mir findet diese Szenen höchstgradig unangenehm 😒💀 aber anderes Thema, wir sehen dieses Schild im Hintergrund (steht das da nur in dieser Folge, oder taucht das öfter auf?), irgendwie find ichs komisch dass da einfach so "Schloss Einstein Gymnasium" steht. Ich hatte immer abgespeichert, dass die Schule offiziell "Albert-Einstein-Gymnasium" heißt (oder ist das nur in Erfurt so?) und Schloss Einstein eher der mündlich geläufige Name für das Internat ist. Die Verwirrung ist verwirrt 😵‍💫

[daughterofhecata]

Ich muss noch mal diesen Ausschnitt aus "Mord unter Palmen" teilen, einfach weil...

Hübsche junge Frau: Ich weiß nicht, ob ich heute Nacht schlafen kann...

Victor Hugenay: Versuchs halt.

Hübsche junge Frau: Darf ich zu dir (ins Bett) kommen, wenn ich Angst habe? 🥺😏

Victor Hugenay: Meinetwegen, wenns sein muss. Anyway, zurück zum Fall.

[shellys-mind]

!!TW Essstörung!!

Gedanken nach vier

Jetzt liege ich hier

Immer noch kein Auge zu gemacht

Wieder mal die ganze Nacht lang wach verbracht

Denn es ist schon deutlich nach vier

Und

Mein Kopf voll zahlen

Mein Magen leer

Eigentlich kein Grund zu prahlen

Jedoch strebt es mir nach mehr

Oder besser gesagt nach weniger

Denn jeden Morgen stehe ich auf der Waage

Und in meinem Kopf immer die selbe Frage

Warum wiege ich nicht weniger

Eine Frage die mich durch den Tag begleitet

Jedes Mal wenn ich den Kühlschrank öffne meine Entscheidung leitet

Oder wenn mich jemand fragt ob ich auch was essen will

Und meine Antwort lautet für mich bitte nur ein Wasser, still

Eine Frage die mir so viel Schmerz bereitet

Etwas was mir durch den Kopf geht

Wenn mein Blick in Richtung meiner Hüften strebt

Wobei mir das Verlangen etwas zu essen vergeht

Ein Gedanke der immer fort besteht

Denn wenn ich etwas esse bin ich nicht gut genug

Und zu groß ist die Angst vor dem Kontrollentzug

Die aktive Entscheidung das Essen zu meiden

Die Macht die all das hier mit sich bringt

Bewusst ungeachtet der bittersüße Unterton der hierbei mitschwingt

Denn wer schön sein will muss leiden

Also liege ich hier

Der Kopf ist voll

Der Magen leer

Und es ist schon lange nach vier

[windschiefe-worte]

Die letzten Augussttage kleben sich an meiner Haut fest - doch ist es nicht aus Verzweiflung sondern aus Gier und Lust, weil dieser Sommer so unglaublich war und sie mich noch einmal während der Hitze in alles hüllen wollen. Septembertage haben einen anderen Unterton.

[teine-mallaichte]

Day 18 @ailesswhumptober - Prompt : Mind Control

Part 4 of Jane's captivity - Ryan continues his manipulation of Jane. Part 1 - Whumptomer alt prompt - Used As Bait Part 2 - AIlesswhumptomber day 8 - gagged, rope burns. Part 3 - AiLessWhumptober day 21 - drugged, "this will make you feel better okay?"

CW: non-con drugging, intimate whumper, restraints, captured, implied sexual untertones, vulnerable, female whumpee, psychological manipulation, captivity.

AiLessWhumptober List Complex 27

"You don’t need to fight anymore, Jane," Ryan cooed, his voice smooth and persuasive, sliding into her ears like silk. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he gently cleaned the wounds on her wrists. The restraints were gone now, a distant memory that felt dreamlike, dissolved into the haze of the constant stream of drugs. The cold, hard floor where she had spent those first days faded away, replaced by the plush red sofa beneath her, which felt like her entire world.

The room swayed slightly, colours bleeding into one another like paint on a canvas. The ambient light was soft, golden, casting a gentle glow that wrapped around her. *Am I dreaming?* Time stretched and warped, making every moment feel both eternal and fleeting. Ryan’s form loomed larger, more significant, yet simultaneously distant and hazy, as if he were a mirage in this surreal landscape.

"You’ve only ever known the harsh demands of the Facility, haven’t you, Jane? But I’m here to keep you safe now."

Each of his words wrapped around her, stifling the cold terror that had once gripped her heart. A small part of her screamed to resist, to remember the Facility, the isolation, the brutality of her training. But those thoughts flickered erratically between clarity and an intoxicating haze that enveloped her, blurring the lines between fear and something dangerously akin to comfort. *Why was she afraid of this man?* He understood her deepest insecurities and offered the acceptance and reassurance she had always craved but never truly known.

*No. Focus, Jane.* She could almost hear the voices of her training echoing in her mind, reminding her of her purpose. *You are a tool. You are strong because you are useful.* But as Ryan's fingers grazed her skin, involuntary shivers coursed through her body, and she struggled to grasp the remnants of her resolve. *There was a mission... what was the mission?* The air in the room was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling oddly with something more bitter, like the lingering remnants of pain and fear. *Don’t let him in,* she thought desperately, yet the warmth he exuded felt so inviting, like a blanket she had been deprived of for so long.

“Imagine a life where you’re not just a tool, Jane. A life where you are free to be yourself, to feel cherished.” The images of her teammates, the echoes of screams that haunted her, flickered like distant stars, growing dimmer as Ryan's warm hand trailed across her collarbone. The fabric of the red velvet sofa cradled her, soft and yielding, like a lover’s embrace. Anchoring her in a world that felt increasingly surreal. Each brush of his hand felt like an invitation, a promise of safety in a world she had only known as brutal. The scent of polished wood and the soft music playing in the background wrapped around her like a warm cocoon, creating a disorienting blend of comfort and entrapment. She shivered involuntarily, her body betraying her as it leaned into the warmth he offered, desperately craving the affection she had been denied for so long.

“Good girl,” he praised, his tone soothing yet commanding. Each time he offered that simple affirmation, something inside her cracked open. She involuntarily shuddered, her body responding to his approval as if it were a primal instinct. In that moment, she longed for the warmth of his approval more than she feared the darkness he represented.

Jane felt herself slipping, her thoughts swirling like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. The warm haze surrounding her was seductive, pulling her deeper into Ryan's grasp. It was easier this way, to surrender to the comfort he provided, to let go of the struggle that had consumed her for so long. Her heart raced, a faint flicker of defiance stirring within her as she fought to cling to the memories that felt like a lifeline—her training, the scars left behind by the Facility’s unforgiving hand. *You are strong because you must be.* Every touch from Ryan sent waves of warmth through her, yet she felt strangely disconnected, as if her body were merely a vessel floating in a sea of softness. *Was this real?* Her fingers twitched, reminding her they were still her own, but they felt distant, like someone else’s. Yet, as Ryan’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, the thoughts dissolved into wisps of smoke.

“Good girl,” he purred again, and Jane felt a rush of warmth bloom in her chest, pushing the last of her defiance aside. The conflict within her began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming desire for this newfound calm. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be swept away by the enveloping serenity. The rich, plush texture of the sofa against her skin felt heavenly, grounding her in this moment of indulgent comfort. “You’re safe now, Jane. You’re free.”

Those words pierced through her fog, igniting a spark of clarity. “Free,” she whispered, the concept feeling both foreign and alluring. What did freedom mean to her anymore? Her life had been dictated by the Facility—every move calculated, every thought monitored. And now, here was Ryan, offering her a life devoid of control, devoid of pain. Did she even want to escape anymore?

“Exactly. Free,” he affirmed, as if reading her thoughts. “Let go of the past. It has no power over you. You can be whoever you want to be, and I’ll be right here, guiding you.” Ryan leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her ear, igniting a fire within her. “You’re becoming my perfect girl, Jane."

“Perfect girl,” she echoed softly, the slurred words sending shivers along her spine. The world outside dissolved into insignificance. Here, with Ryan, there were no orders, no missions, and no expectations—only the sweet, suffocating allure of acceptance. With every drop of praise, it was as if he was rewiring her mind, replacing the screams of her past with whispers of acceptance and belonging.

“Yes, that’s it,” Ryan praised, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look at me, Jane,” he commanded softly, and she obeyed, her eyes meeting his with a kind of unspoken trust. His gaze was intense, searching, and Jane felt herself drawn into it, as if it held the answers to questions she no longer dared to ask.

“You’re becoming something special,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “You’re not just an asset anymore. You’re mine.”

*Mine.* The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through her. The idea of belonging to someone, of being cherished, of being free from the oppressive weight of her past, was intoxicating. “Yours,” she whispered, feeling warmth bloom in her chest.

*You’re not safe. You’re not free.*

But the warmth… the softness… it was so much easier to let go. So much easier to believe him, to let herself be wrapped in the comfort he offered, even if it was a lie. She had nothing left to fight with.

“Good girl,” Ryan murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, pulling her gaze back to his. And in his eyes, she saw it—the certainty. He knew he had won. He knew there was no fight left in her. His smile was soft, gentle, but underneath it lay the satisfaction of conquest, of possession.

Jane’s lips parted, but no words came out. The realization was there—she was trading one cage for another. The fight was over, and this new prison felt almost sweet in its cruelty. She would be his. His **perfect girl**.

Her mind whispered warnings, but her body leaned into him, seeking the comfort he promised, even as the last remnants of her defiance dissolved into the haze.

“Mine,” Ryan whispered, his voice threading through her thoughts like a command, and Jane nodded, her heart sinking into the velvet warmth, even as the cage closed around her.

[millersdjarin]

Baby, Show Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only! minors DNI)

Word count: 4.2k

Tags/Warnings: smut, d/s untertones, but it's also just really soft at the same time, joel in charge, multiple orgasms, communication, enthusiastic consent, pet names, praise kink, so much praise kink that you'll never doubt yourself again

notes: 4k of pure smut (pure being a relative term) :) title from btr's "show me" (if u know u know) ps. i write in first person, hope u don't mind!

“Jesus,” I curse as Joel’s lips trail down my jaw and to my neck. His hands, slow and purposeful, slide down from my shoulders all the way down to my wrists, and push my hands into the mattress. 

“Keep those there,” he mutters against my lips.

I nod in response, and a small gasp finds its way out my lips when he lifts his hands up to hold both sides of my neck as he kisses me again, open mouthed and hot. His lips not diverting from their task, he reaches for the back of my neck, keeps going lower, until his calloused fingers find the clasps on my bra. 

“May I?” He asks. 

I nod again. But he pulls away and meets my eyes, firm, demanding. “I need to hear you say it,” he insists, a warning in his tone. 

His pupils are blown wide, his breath coming hot against my lips. I bite my lip, then manage to say, “Yeah. Please.” 

Pleased, he smiles, diving back in with his mouth open and sucking against my neck as his fingers deftly unhook the bra, then push the straps down my shoulders. One at a time, he takes my hands up from the bed and threads the straps away, tosses the bra across the dimly lit room. I’m sitting on the end of our bed, now all but naked with just my panties on, though they’re good for nothing now with wetness soaking through. 

He presses my hands back into the mattress again, keeps his on top of them, firm. As he he hovers over me, so broad and lit beautifully with highlights and shadows, I can’t help but stare into his eyes and feel so fucking lucky. 

“You’re gonna do what I say,” he says lowly. “And you’re gonna answer me when I ask you a question. Alright?” 

Still struggling to speak, I start to nod, but as soon as I see the disapproving twitch of his eyebrow I say, “Yeah, Joel. I got it.” 

“Good girl,” softening for a moment, he smiles, and takes the back of my head in his hands. He leans in, kisses my forehead. “I got you.” 

“I know,” I breathe. I do—he’s always got me. In every sense. In every way I can be his. 

After lingering on my forehead for a minute, he breathes out against me, and then dips his head as he comes to kneel down between my legs. His hands move again, this time to my knees, and he slowly coaxes them apart with his eyes locked onto mine. Too slowly. I need him to fucking touch me where I want him, like, now. And he knows that. Which is why he smirks with each inch he pushes my legs further apart, and doesn’t break our eye contact, pointedly not lowering his head to where I need him. 

“Joel…” I whimper. 

One corner of his lips twitches higher. “Yes, darlin’?” 

“I need…” 

Coy, he starts to lower his head, keeping his eyes on mine for as long as he can before he closes them and brushes his lips against the inside of my knee, just the ghost of a kiss. “You need what?” He whispers. A firmer kiss against the same spot, but not moving up any higher. His eyes are on my panties, hungry. 

When all I do is whimper in response, he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my thigh and lets out a grumble of disapproval. His hands move from my legs and instead grab my waist, suddenly tugging me closer to him along the bed. “Answer me,” he demands. 

“I need—God, Joel, touch me…” 

“Love to,” he kisses the spot that he bit, soothing it with a few licks of his tongue. “Magic word?” 

“Please.” 

He smiles against my leg. I feel it. The tight grip of his hands on my waist loosens, moving instead back to my thighs to push them even further apart, giving him more than enough room for his head to settle between them. “Lie back for me, sweetheart,” he requests gently in between peppering little kisses just a little too close and yet not close enough to my centre. 

I take one last look at him, run my hand through his hair. He hums happily at that, and it’s enough. 

Once I’m settled back against the covers, Joel moves away from me for a second, reaching across the bed for a pillow. He taps at my hip. “Come on, up,” he instructs. 

Bracing on tip-toes against the floor as best I can, I do as he asks and lift my hips up so he can slide the pillow under them. It’s nice to relax down into, but my feet barely reach the ground now; I feel on the edge, unstable. And like this, I feel like he can see every inch of me, even without my pussy completely bare before him. I peer over my own body to look at him, finding him looking right back, meeting my eyes with a soft adoration that makes my toes curl just as much as his touch. 

A soft hand comes to my knee. “I won’t leave you like that,” he promises, “but, goddamn, you’re a pretty sight.” 

I groan. “Joel…please…” 

He chuckles. “Alright,” and he strips off his shirt before going between my legs again. He did that on purpose; waiting until I couldn’t see him to go shirtless. He knows I like to touch his chest; to run my hands through the dark and grey hairs there. I like to scratch at his back when he touches me, cling to him like he’s a lifeline. 

Now, though, all I can do is grab hold of the sheets on either side of me. 

“You warm enough?” He asks, getting settled between my legs. His hands smooth up my hips, over the rolls of my stomach, settling on either side of my navel. 

“Plenty,” I answer. 

“Good. I’m going to take these off,” he nudges at the edge of my panties with his nose, “alright?” 

“Please.” 

“So polite,” an approving kiss on my hipbone before he removes one of his hands from my stomach and uses it to tug the fabric away from the wetness and down over my legs to the floor. Then, relieving my strained feet from their position, he takes a gentle hold of my ankles and lifts them, hooking my knees around his shoulders. “Jesus Christ.” 

“What?” 

“Just…you. Could look at you all day, just like this.” His hands rub circles in my thighs. I can feel his breath on my pussy, cooling the wetness there like a hot breeze. It’s fucking intoxicating. 

“I appreciate the compliment, honey, but I really need you to touch me,” I say with a breathy laugh. 

He laughs, too. I feel it against my very core. It could go inside of me if he was angled just a little different. “Still bossy, even when I’m in charge, huh?” 

I strain to reach for his hair again and give it an affectionate tug. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I promise, “just…please, Joel. You’re killing me.” 

He licks his lips, then presses them to my thigh, the very tips of his beard tickling against the hair between my legs. “Alright, darlin’. Since you asked so nicely.” 

Finally, finally, he gets to where I need him. 

The tip of his nose is warmer than I expected. He presses it to my clit, uses it to move the hood so his mouth can get right to the bud. A few kisses are left on it, close-mouthed, leaving my own mouth open and a gasp escaping them. Then he opens his, too, and sucks.

“Joel!” I cry. God fucking dammit, his mouth is so hot, his arms are wrapped around my thighs, my knees pressing on each side of his head. 

“Mm,” he murmurs against my heat, and the vibrations of his voice just make the way he sucks at my clit even better. “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he nuzzles against my folds, flicking his tongue out over them like he can’t get enough of the taste; like he wants to devour me until all of me is part of him. (I’d let him. I’d let him, I’d let him, I’d let him.) 

“Joel, oh, God…” 

He sucks at me for a while, getting stronger with each pull of his mouth. The sound echoes around the room, the puckering of his lips against my warm flesh. I scramble to touch him, to hold him, but all I can reach with my back arched like it is is his hand on my thigh. He lifts it, taking hold of my hand for just a second and squeezing, before taking it away. I’m about to try and get it back before I feel him shifting between my legs, moving one of them slightly so he has more space. 

Then, a new sensation. Fingertips rubbing against my entrance, gathering wetness, teasing me. “Oh, God, Joel…yeah…” 

“Yeah?” He asks against the very centre of me. “You want it?” 

Frantic, I nod. “Yes, Joel. Please. God, I’m…I’m so close already, I…” 

“Don’t come yet,” he requests gently, moving his wet mouth across to my hip and sucking gently there, probably leaving a mark. His fingers tease at me still, sliding up and down from my clit to my entrance. “Wanna see you when you do.” 

I nod in affirmation and take a deep breath, trying to keep the building burning between my legs at bay just enough to stop it exploding. 

When he slides his fingers inside me—two at once, no messing around—it feels like fucking heaven. I can feel him, so warm, the bumps of his fingers evident on my soaked walls. 

“Mm,” he murmurs again, sucking quick but hard kisses along the inside of my thigh. “God, darlin’. Could do this all day.” 

“Think I’d—think I’d come apart if you did—”

He chuckles. I can feel his smile against my leg and it’s almost as overwhelming as seeing it. His beard is sharp but tickly over my skin. I want to run my hands through it. Want to take hold of it, look him in the eyes, bite his lips and scratch his back while he fucks me. 

He pulls away from me for a moment. I whine desperately as he pulls the pillow out from under my hips. “Sit up,” he instructs.

I don’t know when my hands found their way onto my breasts, but with them there, I sit up and meet his eyes. His mouth is glistening. From me. 

“Joel,” I say, breathless. “Can you…” 

Gently, he removes my hands from my tits. He rubs at my palms for a second and then replaces their spot, massaging the very centre of his palms over my nipples. “Can I what, sweetheart?” 

With his eyes locked on mine like that, even as he touches me and pinches a nipple between his fingers, I know I can’t look away. “Can you fuck me?” 

He kisses me then, soft and sweet. I taste myself on him. “Love to,” he says into my mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this, darlin’. You gonna be good for me?” 

“Yeah,” I breathe out. He stands up and at first I try to chase his mouth with mine, but he gets too high up and all I can do is gaze up at him. 

“Eyes on me,” he says. I wonder why he has to tell me that, why he’d ever think I would look away from him—that is, until, I hear him start to unbuckle his belt. 

My eyes are drawn to his crotch before I know what they’re doing. 

“Hey,” he scolds, freeing one of his hands to take a firm hold of my chin and lift it up. “I said, eyes on me. Right up here.” He keeps me there for a second, the weight of my head hanging in his hand. 

Then he lets me go, and this time I manage to hold his eyes, despite the fact I want nothing more than to watch what he’s doing with his hands; taking off his pants and his boxers, pulling out his dick and giving it a long, languid tug. 

“Good girl,” he says breathily. “Go on. Scooch up, head against the pillows.” 

I’m fucking throbbing, and the inside of my thighs are soaked and slick. I know that Joel’s eyes are on me as I grab a pillow and crawl up the bed, placing it down before I turn around and lie on my back. 

“Goddam,” he curses, one side of his mouth lifted into a lopsided, proud smirk. There he stands at the foot of the bed, completely fucking naked, hard as a rock, with his scarred hands on his hips. “I love you, you know that?” 

Gazing up at him, I nod, and swallow a lump of emotion. “I know,” I say. “I love you, too.” 

Like that was his cue, he climbs onto the bed and crawls on top of me. Props himself up with an elbow on one side of my head and his knees braced each side of my hips. With his spare hand, he reaches back down to my pussy and slowly, devastatingly slowly, pulls it up from my entrance all the way to my clit. 

“You’re gonna take this,” he promises me, staring down into my eyes, “and you’re going to come when I tell you to. As many times as I tell you to. Understand?” 

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” I say, wrapping an arm around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m—I’m so close…” 

He raises an eyebrow. “Well, good. Let’s see how long you hold out, huh?” He pushes his fingers inside me, taking me by surprise. 

I gasp, feeling my eyes go wide as he thrusts two digits as far inside as they’ll go. When I look back at him, he’s grinning like he just won a prize. 

He starts with me like that, on my back, gazing up at him with my knees on each of his hips as he thrusts into me. Slow at first, languid, pressing kisses all over my face and my hair. I let my hands roam over his back, feeling the curves of his muscles and veins, the scars that I have a map of in my brain. 

At first it’s just his dick sending waves of sensation over me, that and his mouth moving against every part of skin he can get to; but it’s as he starts to speed up his thrusts that he brings his finger to my clit. 

Then, after just a few circles around and a firmer press, I’m right on the edge. 

“Joel!” I cry. “I’m—can I?” 

“Can you what, baby?” He says into my temple. His thrusts are getting stronger, more purposeful, and he’s rubbing my clit at a pace that’s just a little too slow to get me there. (He knows this. He fucking knows this.) 

“Can I come?” 

He laughs. Presses a kiss to my temple, then my cheekbone, speeds up his pace. “Go right ahead.” 

I do.

It washes over me in an indescribable wave, consuming me from the inside out. I shout his name, I curse, I gasp with my head tipped back against the pillow and my eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. 

As I’m coming down, he pulls out. 

“What—no, stay…” 

He shakes his head and silences me with a kiss. “Was too close,” he explains with a strained voice, “didn’t wanna finish yet.” 

“Oh,” I take hold of the back of his head and press our foreheads together. A moment of quiet passes as I feel the aftershocks, my pussy clenching around nothing, horribly empty. “Joel…will you, I need…don’t wanna be empty.” 

Soothing, he kisses my nose. “Sorry,” he whispers before taking his hand and sliding two fingers back inside me. I sigh happily at the feeling. It’s not quite enough after having his dick, but it’ll get me through until he’s ready. Then, after a minute, he presses his palm against my cunt and says, “Turn over.” 

Eager, I do as he asks. He helps position me where he wants me: planted on my knees and my elbows, back bent straight down towards the bed, my head resting on my forearms. “Atta girl,” he says, and the compliment goes straight to the throbbing in between my legs. “Just like that.” 

He’s inside me again, his fingers, three of them this time. I can tell because it’s just a little more stretched; he can only just get them all in. 

“Joel…” I whine. Only half conscious I’m doing it, one of my hands reaches down between my legs and starts working at my clit. At first, he’s too busy kissing the bottom of my back to notice; but when he does, he pushes my hand right away and bites my ass. 

“Let me,” he says; an instruction, not a request. “Wanna feel you. Want you to come just from me. You tell me if it’s not good and I’ll change it, alright?” 

“Uh-huh,” I agree. His finger is warm against me the minute it gets there. The angle is harder for him to see where he’s at, so I reach for his wrist and get his fingertips right on the clit where I want it. 

“Right there?” He checks, swirling experimentally. 

I correct him a little again, circling it once with his hand in mine to show him. All the while, he kisses up my spine, multitasking like an absolute champ. “There,” I sigh after he’s got it down, bringing my arm back to rest under my forehead. He rubs it a few times, checking, and I nod enthusiastically in response. “Yeah, Joel. God, yeah, just like that.” 

“So good for me,” he praises sweetly, then starts pushing his fingers in and out of me even faster than before. He gets a little deeper at this angle, the three digits stretching me well and getting in further. His other arm is draped over my back, hooked around my waist so he can reach my clit and swirl it just how I like it. 

“Oh, fuck, Joel, that’s…” my tits are bouncing with the movement and it feels so fucking good I can’t—“Joel, I’m gonna…” 

“That’s it, honey. Come on, for me here, right here. Just like this.” 

I cry out again as I come over his fingers, clenching around him, his grunts and moans against my spine only spurring me on. At the peak of my pleasure I’m bouncing back against him in time with his thrusts. 

When it’s too much, I grab hold of his wrist and stop him from touching me for a minute, catching my breath. “Just—it’s a lot, just give me a sec,” I pant. 

Nodding, he spreads himself out over my back, covering me like a safety blanket, keeping me warm while I shiver and twitch. My muscles are exhausted now and I collapse down onto the bed. 

He holds himself above me, pressing kisses all across my shoulders and the back of my neck. I’m sweaty. Hair is sticking to my face. He brushes it away, leaves kisses in its wake. 

Slowly, he pulls out his fingers. Despite the lingering aftershocks, and the slight waning of sensitivity down there, it still feels too soon. 

“Turn over, darlin’, rest a spell.” 

The Southern drawl in his deep voice is enough to get me going again, to be honest. 

Underneath him I do as asked, finding him above me with nothing but soft, burning desire in his eyes. Carefully, he takes hold of his cock and taps it against my clit. “You ready?” 

I wrap my arms around his neck. “Yeah.” 

Like he always does before sliding inside me, he smiles. 

This time, I keep my hands away from my clit for a bit, opting instead to hold each side of his face and run my fingers through his beard. I watch his expression melt into ecstasy as he starts sliding in and out of me. He’s going slow, careful, holding back just a little. 

“You can go harder,” I promise him. “I won’t break.” 

He kisses the inside of my wrist. “You’re still shakin’,” he protests, searching my eyes for any sign of discomfort. 

“I’m good. Was just a big fuckin’ orgasm.” 

His laugh is breathy and hot against my face and he dips his head, shaking it like he can’t quite believe how lucky he is. The feeling is fucking mutual. 

I lean up and kiss him on the lips. “Fuck me, Joel,” I whisper, “as hard as you want. I can take it.” 

Somehow his eyes blow even wider with desire. Something dark and primal overtakes his expression.

His throat clenches enticingly as he swallows heavily. “How’d I get so lucky?” He asks me. Like he expects an actual answer. 

My answer is to kiss him. Because that’s always a good one to give. 

He fucks me in earnest and without hesitation, pounding so hard and fast into me that it almost, not quite, hurts. It’s perfect. It’s just how I fucking like it. 

Normally I haven’t already come twice when he takes me like this, but I’m happy to not come again, and instead just enjoy the view of him losing himself to his pleasure inside me, opening his eyes to check on me every minute or so. 

Surprisingly, he breaks his concentration just a little to put his hand back over my clit. “One more for me,” he asks, earnest. “Before I let go. Just one more.” 

“Joel, I’m—oh, God,” I don’t think I can do it; it feels so fucking good, and I’d let him do this all day, but I’ve never gone over the edge three times so close to each other before, and—

“I know you can take it. Come on, baby. I gotcha. Let me feel it.” 

“Joel…” 

“You’ve been so good, baby, just one last time, take it, come on…take it for me…” 

It takes me by surprise, approaching faster than I can see it coming. His relentless pressure on my clit, thrusting up inside me so deep that he’s becoming part of me; it takes over in a wave that comes and goes faster than the others, but stronger, harsher. 

“Oh, fuck! Joel!” 

“Atta girl,” he praises, stroking at my hair with his spare hand where he’s propped up on one elbow. “Goddam. I’m comin’, darlin’. You’re making me…God, fuck…” 

I feel it. As the aftershocks of my third fucking orgasm in a half hour pulse inside me, so does he, filling me and somehow making me even hotter. 

He moans in my ear, tells me he loves me, says my name like it’s a sacred prayer. “Jesus, baby…” 

“Yeah,” I breathe out a laugh, holding on to the back of his neck. “Yeah.” 

After a moment with his mouth pressed to my ear, he pulls out, careful not to do it too fast. It’s a lot, feeling him slide out from so deep inside. My throat releases an involuntary sound. 

“You alright?” He asks. “That hurt?” 

I shake my head and hold him in place above me. “Not at all. Just…Jesus, Joel. Not bad for an old man.” 

He dips his head when he laughs and shakes his head. Crow’s feet appear around his lovely eyes. “Thanks so much, darlin’.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

His eyes meet mine again, soft. Fond. He looks at me for a long moment before leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips, so tender and lovely. “You did good,” he praises one last time. “Was that okay?”

“More than,” I assure him with a smile and a quick run of my hand through his beard. 

He lets himself melt into the touch, then kisses the inside of my arm as I let it fall down to the bed. 

The inside of my legs is getting cold, feeling uncomfortable now I’ve come down from that high and I’m still coated in a mixture of my own wetness and now Joel’s, too. 

He pushes himself up so he’s kneeling above me, then moves off the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Just a sec,” he promises. Sure enough, he’s back in a flash with a warm, wet towel, and he cleans off between my legs and everywhere else that I find myself needing it. He cleans himself last, then joins me on the bed again, wrapping me in his arms. 

“Hey, Joel?” I say into his chest, fiddling with his chest hair. 

“Mm?” 

I smile. “Think we can try for four, next time?” 

Dramatically, he sighs, and I feel a chuckle reverberate in his chest. “You’re killin’ me, woman.” 

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