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[toxicanonymity]

Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[rafterdarkr]

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[ekingston]

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much.

[michameinmicha]

Stumbled upon this random ship (in a fandom im not active in myself) that has like 150 works on ao3 which are all from just two people gifting each other fics about this pairing back and forth and theyve been doing it for 3 years... i think thats true love probably

[mycroftrh]

Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”

[toxicanonymity]

🎃 blushing and kicking my feet I'm glad y'all liked my little fic of a fic 🥰🥰 I will definitely write a next part since there's interest:) If you want me to explore any ideas or kinks to write in lmk! I do have a rough plan and it does involve what's in the box lol. Thank you and keep being amazing! 🖤🖤🖤 P.s. only about 100 days left until Halloween!

cucking WHAT IF pt. 2

This follows: cucking stepdad w/ another Joel (by Toxic) and what if they continued pt. 1

The cucking continues!

by HALLOWEEN ANON

Anonymous asked:

As promised here is my part 2 to Thighs/Stepdad pool fun. I honestly felt kind of bad torturing stepdad after everything he went through yesterday so I was less mean than planned and added a reference about how he cums a lot based on Amazon. This will be the end of my fic of a fic with these fine Joels but I have something else planned that's with my own Joel creation (gilfy!sub!Joel). There's an Easter egg at the end of this fic if interested. :) I'm not as proud of this part but was still fun. Thanks Toxic we 🖤 you!- 🎃

Joel (SDJ) inspects the box that was rolled into his new room on a room service cart. On top of the cart was a steak, a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of Dom, and a pitcher of ice water. Under the long white cloth on the cart sat the box. It was light blue with a white ribbon. “The fuck…” SDJ thought as he stared at the giant bow. What could be inside? And what was this game you were playing with him? Haven’t you tortured him enough?

He takes a bite of steak and groans. Easily the best meal he’s had on this entire trip. He chews on the salty, slightly charred meat and forgot for a minute about his shame. His fork and knife digs into the flesh, cutting vigorously as he gulps down the champagne like Sunny D, straight from the bottle. He bites into three strawberries, one after the other. He chases down the sweet fruit with another swig of alcohol. But the steak is what is satiating his hunger. The knife scrapes against the expensive plate over and over. He vigorously cuts into it and fills his greedy mouth with the salty flesh, a little blood dripping down his chin.

SDJ falls back on the bed after inhaling the meat and fruit. SDJ looks at the box again and opens his phone back to the picture you sent him. His cock stirs in his pants and he sighs. Another slug of Dom. Before he knows it the bow is undone and he’s staring inside at the seemingly random items neatly piled inside.

A bottle of lube, a ziploc bag containing something hot pink, and a pool noodle cut in half. Joel stares at the contents until his phone buzzes. A video. From you. He scrambles to open it and sees you, just you, and a foreign hand on your thigh. “Hey” you say simply and smile. Joel’s heart breaks at the sweet greeting and sweeter smile. “Hey” you say and smile again as he rewinds the video. “Hey” Joel says aloud to your paused face. How can you look so cute but absolutely filthy at the same time? He presses play.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal, it was very generous of him [Thighs Out] to get you your own room and an expensive dinner…his idea not mine.” You roll your eyes and look off camera. A chuckle off camera and a pat of your thigh from the unapendaged hand on your thigh. You look back at the camera.

“I miss you” you purr softly, your wide “fuck me” eyes looking into his as he strokes himself through his shorts. “I miss the fun we had before, and I know you do to.”

You roll over on your tummy, Thighs giving your ass a squeeze as he stands up and helps you turn over. He holds the phone the entire time, only getting a glimpse of his hand or leg when he stands up to point it at you landscape style. You turn your head and give another smile, this one far more devious than before. “By now you’ve probably opened the gift I sent you. If you want to fuck when we get home, this is what I want you to do. First, open the Ziploc bag.” Joel fell off the bed and scrambled for the bag, his cock bobbing up and down as he flopped back on the bed with the other box contents.

“Do they look familiar?” you wink. “They should, if not look at your pictures again.” Panties. They were your panties. Still slightly warm and damp when he pulls them out of the bag. “BUT-” you loudly say and Joel is brought back to reality. Panties halfway from the bag to his nose. “That’s your reward at the end. First, get out the pool noodle.” Joel inspects it. It’s a foam pool noodle about 10 inches long, the kind with the hole in the middle that you can find at any dollar store or water park. Joel looks to the pool noodle hole to the lube. Oh no, he thinks. No no no no no n-”

“Ohh fuck yes,” you whimper. Thighs is groping your ass and trying to also keep your face in view. “That feels good. I think you know what I want you to do. I want you to show me how hard you want to fuck me. How much you want to abuse this pussy with your dirty old man cock. Get that cock nice and ready for me. Please, Joel? Look how much I need it.” Your fingers lazily spread your slick folds open, dragging your middle finger up and down your seam. Eyes still on the camera, still on Joel who is lathering himself with lube, pants and underwear on the floor. You drag your finger out and hold out to Thighs, showing Joel how wet you are and how fast Thighs tongue attacks your finger. You pull it away and curve it in a “come hither direction”, eyes straight forward so it looks like your talking directly to him.

“Please,” your finger goes back to your center and you groan. “Fuck yourself like a good boy so we can fuck when we get home.

You got it baby, Joel says aloud. He shakes his head and grabs the noodle. Still doesn’t make this any less fucking weird, he thinks, but worth it. Worth it for her.

The rest of the video is you fucking yourself with your fingers, and when that’s not enough you’re handed a hairbrush offscreen. You’ve never done something so dirty. You feel possessed as orgasm after orgasm takes you over and you can’t even talk dirty. Your face has little beads of sweat clinging to it, your face screwed up in ecstacy as you feel the next orgasm hit, hairbrush fucking you while Thighs Out rolls your nipple in his hand, knowing it’ll make you come undone.

“J-joel,” you groan. “You feeling good, Joel? Like watching me like this? I’m a fucking mess. I just know that cock of yours is ready for me. Are you getting ready for my slutty pussy, Joel?”

Joel gripped his phone with one hand and nodded even though you couldn’t see him. He squeezed more lube onto himself. He sighed and slowly brought the pool noodle down on his cock. The cheap foam made his dick itch a little but he powered through. His hips buck up and fuck the noodle, matching the rhythm of you fucking yourself with the hairbrush. Joel felt close to cumming, but still so far away from you. He wondered what you were doing now since the video wasn’t live. He paused it on your face, eyes closed and mouth open. You deserve more than just an embarrassing jerk off session in room alone. The fact was he was extremely horny and even lonlier. A dangerous combination. Joel swipes out of the homemade video and opens Snapchat. He exhales through his nose and grips the pool noodle.

“Not even half way done with the video and you’ve already got me close” he murmers, his phone pointing down at pool noodle fucking his cock. “Like making me look like a fool? Like a desperate old man fucking a pool noodle all by himself?” He ends the video when he hears his voice start to break. But the trooper he is Joel keeps fucking the pool noodle and sending you snap after snap of the sordid scene. He alters from fucking the noodle to fucking his own hand. Precum drips down his thick fingers. He flips the camera around and his fingers slide in his mouth, groaning your name as he pushes the fingers further in and out. He moans LOUD and keeps stuffing his fingers in his mouth while jerking off. The pool noodle is moving faster, and Joel can’t hold it in anymore. He pumps his cock with the cheap foam toy one last time, and you see, while watching the snaps with Thighs Out, the tip of his dick peeking out the top and rope after rope shoots out. “I-I love you baby,” Joel gasps as he climaxes. “I’ll do anything you want.”

You thought that would be it, and he’d try to come crawling back to your room that night. But Joel stays in the room all night sending you dozens of snaps of either his cock fucking his hand “still just wishing it was your soft skin on me” or his face while jerking off. He orgasms at least four more times that night based on the snaps you recieve. After the latest video just of Joel chanting your name and humping the bed, his dry spend mixing with the warm, fresh load that cake the sheets, you shake your head.

“We should have gotten him more water.” you say to Thighs after your stepdad’s last climax.

“Should have gotten him another pool noodle,” Thighs grins. The man was such a menace.

“Seriously! Here’s another one!” you yell, gesturing for Thighs to look. His gold chain glints in your eye when he leans down over you to watch your phone.

“Damn,” Thighs mutters to himself. Baby please let me worship your tits (cherry emoji)!! The video caption says while Joel moans your name. “He can really cum. Knows how to work the camera too”

“Liking what you see?” you jokingly purr, rubbing his bare chest as your own arousal builds up.

“No, no, it’s just…wow. It’s just so much cum, especially for his age. It’s really not a bad skill to have.”

You burst out laughing. “For who?! A horny firefighter??”

Thighs smiles, “No… a different profession. Or for some more of a hobby.”

You raise your eyebrow and stare. “What the hell are you saying?”

Thighs scribbles a woman’s name and a phone number on a napkin. “When you go back to your room tonight, or tomorrow morning,” Thighs gives you a wink. “Make sure you give this to him. Tell him to..just go with it. I could make him some good money.”

“Are you going to tell me what the hell this is?” you ask.

“It’s just an old friend. She helped me out when I needed some fun, easy work.” Thighs grins.

When you’re back in the room packing the next morning, (hell yeah you spent the night with Thighs), you do a quick google search of the number and name. A website called “Dire Desires” is at the bottom of the screen, with a matching name and number under contact information. It’s listed as an online business, and when you click on the link a wave of tits and larger than life dicks take over your phone screen. “Solo, happy ending, maintenance man fantasy, Stockholm Syndrome Sluts…” all these and more titles fill the screen and your stomach drops.

This is an amateur porn company. And Thighs Out is a fucking genius.

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Toxic: 👏👏 Bravo, awesome conclusion. HELL YEAH we spent the night with Thighs!!!! At the end I almost thought Thighs was recruiting him to the brothel lmao. I think stepdad would be an excellent candidate for solo male porn. And I like their porn themes too. (shout-out to maintenance man by @gracieispunk and my Stockholm readers, raider and vampire). Love what you did with all the cum. Thighs is right, SDJ knows how to work the camera too.

Sorry for stepdad's latest fic making you feel bad for torturing him lol but he was desperate to get his audience favorability ratings up and he's happy someone feels bad for him 😅

Ty for asking about the kinks I kept thinking but was blanking 😫 this was great!

P.s. I just remembered about the Easter egg, is gilf-sub some type of maintenance man 🤯

[jamjoob]

great heavens i haven't posted in a while

[potofsoup]

Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.

If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.

Vote.org makes it super easy to check your registration: https://www.vote.org/am-i-registered-to-vote/

Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.

So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)

[bebx]

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x

[ladydorian]