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Permanently stuck between "I love Sam Wilson Captain America omg he's amazing" and "Why the FUCK did Steve abandon all his friends?"
#i would have rather he died honestly#he gets a heroes death sacrificing himself for his friends#instead of abandoning all he went through to go back to polio and Jim Crow#like his best friends weren't a black man and a disabled bisexual man...#but also Steve trusting Sam to be Captain America?#Captain America being black AND against the US government??#GIMME MORE PLEASE#honestly could've just been Steve being like âIf i die i want you to have this shield Samâ or smthn#also Sam should've been called American Falcon I will kill on this hill#sam wilson#steve rogers#captain america#buck barnes#the winter soldier#marvel#mcu#the avengers
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Overwhelmed
(left -> right: Misty Fly / Surprise / Soarin / Spitfire / Fleetfoot / High Winds)
#it's spitfire and her babygirls#Is it the first ever live meeting? first day at the academy? first day as a Wonderbolt?#who knows - all that's clear is that RD can't handle it#Ever since seeing 'Newbie Dash' I've been thinking about them#gimme more please#rainbow dash#wonderbolts#spitfire#misty fly#soarin#surprise#fleetfoot#high winds#mlp#my art
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I've noticed a pattern in the characters I simp for. Viktor from Arcane, Gale from Baldur's Gate, Peter Parker, Sanji from One Piece, Kaveh from Genshin... I like floofy haired men with grand ambitions and a desire to help people... bonus points if they're also a bit of a dork
#The few exceptions are the ones where ambition is replaced with very strong loyalty#Like Thoma in Genshin#or Brook and Usopp in One Piece#But yeah... kindhearted dreamers that are also dorks#gimme more please#arcane#viktor arcane#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale baldur's gate 3#spider man#peter parker#Sanji#Blackleg Sanji#One piece#Genshin Impact#Kaveh#Genshin Kaveh#My friend said my type is also 'guys that are safe' but I have to argue on how safe some of these guys actually are xD
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I just love it when an irredeemable character gets his baby girl name....
Kazzle dazzle... Lord of the rizz...
#that's my girls that's my little princesses <3#ben swolo#kazzle dazzle#lord of the rizz#gimme more please#please tag with more that I dont know of#kaz brekker#ben solo#kylo ren#sauron#annatar#grishaverse#six of crows#lotr#star wars#aura wanders again
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is it insane if you're almost about to cum just from listening to him moan? asking for a friend
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OMG SLAY???
champion
#this is my first time on thumblr and im very optimistic#why did it take so long to get here#GIMME MORE PLEASE
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Okay so with the line "the olive tree where we first met" we have two equal hilarious options.
When penelope was sassily like oh I'll marry you if you make a living bed out of this tree right here! Cue penelope stumbling over odysseus very very carefully digging up the tree "because how else is he going to get it to itacha we can't have a wedding bed out in the open in sparta duh"
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2. Penelope, knowing that Helen's suitors would soon be arriving to take over her home for a while. Snuck out and went on her own wacky shenanigan filled journey where she scoped out all the major players. Odysseus caught her spying in an olive tree. And when she got back she told Helen she had dibs on the cutie from itacha.
#epic the musical#epic spoilers#Itacha saga#penelope#Odysseus#Odypen#odysseus x penelope#Young odypen courting was filled with wacky nonsense basically canon confrimed#The line â....where we first metâ implying that they first met under that specific olive tree#Which has to have some absolutely insane logistics that only odypen (and maybe Athena) could pull off#Odypen being đ„° đ€ rat bastards in love#Option one odysseus Athena please please please helpppp me pen said she'd only marry me if I made a wedding bed out of this tree#Athena: once again I think you are praying to the wrong person but fuck it how do you think you're going to keep that tree alive#Odysseus: ....a large bucket?#Athena gimme a sec okay I need to go have ares bash my skull in before I watch something this stupid#Athena: checking in on penelope her chosen weaver only for her to be pulling her hair out#Penelope (to her cousins): why did I fucking say that! Beating fathers already an impossible challenge why did I say that#He's going to think I was making fun of him! He's not going to want to marry me now!#Helen: weren't you? Making fun of him?#Penelope: That's not the point!#clytemnestra: Hey he's digging the tree up and has the biggest bucket I've ever seen#Penelope: what?! Trips over every item in the room and gets tangled in her curtains blushing like crazy#Athena: ....it's been a while since I checked up on diomedes training. He'd never put me through this nonsense#Option 2#Helen's maybe a little nervous and wants to know more about who she has to potentially marry and penelope promises her she'll get rundown#Helen did not expect penelope to disappear but she probably should have....it'll probably be fine. Right?#Some kings penlope just straight up greets some she stays hidden and spies#Odysseus is the only one who catches her (he trains woth Athena in the olive Grove#She was not happy when odysseus nearly tripped onto her spear point face first when he saw the strange pretty girl)#And odysseus who's been king for a few years now knows every lady's face because he'll probably have to marry one of them someday
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day 25 - bb realization (pre transition)
based on bbâs bonus tunnel note (under cut) saying she changed her name to bb after hearing this song⊠more fire on my trans bb interpretation flames
#anthology of the killer#of the killer#bb#artwork of the killer#bb pretransition design was fun to think about⊠couldnât think of a yellow hat or something for her to wear back then#little yellow fedora didnât fit her vibe#also finding this song made me more interested in new wave⊠gimme recs please
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I have discovered your Derg AU/Dragon Weiss and Iâm very much in love. Thank you đđ»ââïžđđ»ââïž
glad to hear that! im very much obsessed about her and she holds all my brainworms captive
#weiss schnee#derg AU#rwby#my art#she has snack#don't question about it i have no idea either#what would she eat anyway#hm#ruby caught her casually snacking on dust one day and had a heart attack#she then immediately takes it away from weiss and yeets it#and then it exploded and burnt down a good portion of the forest#no flammable areas are ever safe from them#anyways yeah they're stupid i love them#and i actually really gotta go do my homework now hfkjdaghkfh bye#i can't believe i wanted more (art) homework when i was in high school college me is crying because of it lmaooo#high school me please gimme your enthusiasm hjgkgjhgj#well no i can actually believe it since there was only 1 piece to do per week#yeah#lmao#buut yes#always happy to see someone discovering dragon weiss!!!!#we're in this brainrot together
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holy shit, this was hot! omfg!!! iâm so obsessed with the way you write bucky, you have no idea!!!
Hereâs the ask babe!
Like okay, I get it itâs pretty obvious that Bucky absolutely adores her. But what if those intrusive thoughts and insecurities get the best of her? After a couple of fucks here and there, she still thinks Bucky isnât into her until one party. Bucky asks if she would like to be his date Bc he wants to show everyone his girl. And then she gets all flustered and confused like, wdym? You want me? As in me? You want to show me off?? Not to mention as YOUR girl?? Did we talk abt this? Are you kidding? Then blah blah blah feelings ensue then the party comes and Bucky couldnât keep his hands off of her, and the plot twist of it all, she was also hot and bothered by buckyâs look. So as a thank you, she pulls Bucky to leave the party early and to buckyâs surprise? Thereâs a major freak inside her. Literally F R EEEE A K. FREAK LIKE ME YOU WANT A GOOD GIRL THAT DOES BAD THINGS KINDA GIRL JUST HER INITIATING ALL THE FILTHY SEX
Then some good love making lovin lovin đđ
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YEESS I remember when we talked about this and it made me feral. Here is my feral ass finally getting to write it I love this. SO MUCH.Â
Horny horny Bucky is out of his cage with some smutty smut and fluffy fluffffÂ
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It all started with you and Bucky being the last two awake after a team game night. At least it started off as a game night until almost everyone got hammered and trudged to their rooms one by one. Except you and Bucky. You continued to nurse a beer while Bucky sipped on the rest of the mead Thor had poured for him. He couldnât help but glance over to you every so often, his eyes flicking to your bare legs, hardly covered by your tiny night shorts. The pulse in his veins started to travel down south and before he could stop himself, his mouth was already moving.Â
âYâknow itâs still game night dollâ He smirked, biting his lip while you peeked up at him through your lashes. The fact that you were so shy made him want you even more. Not just to fuck, he genuinely wanted you to be his but that would have to be an actual conversation for when he was sober.Â
âUh huh, whatâs on your mind Barnesâ You cocked your head, letting the alcohol give you a mini boost of confidence youâd never normally have around the super solider. His mischievous blue eyes twinkled, shifting closer to you till his thighs brushed against yours.Â
âWe could play another game?â He sounded hopeful and it made you curious because there were few games Bucky actually enjoyed playing.Â
âAnd what game is that?â
âWe could play Twister?âÂ
You could tell by the way he was chewing on his lip, there was more to this than he was letting on. âYou really want to just play twister? Just the two of us?â You giggled while he shook his head, inching even closer to you.Â
âWe could make it a little interesting?â
âHow soâÂ
âI mean we could fold the mat a little...so itâs a little more challenging...â
âAnd...?â
âStrip every time you slip or fallâ He stated, his cock twitching in his sweats. This was 100% the alcohol controlling the squirrel in his brain but there was no going back now. His eyes flicked to the way you squeezed your thighs together, hesitating for a moment before quickly downing the rest of your beer.Â
âFineâ
Bucky grinned, getting up to grab the box, spreading out the sheet and folding it slightly so it was a smaller area to play around. He grabbed the spinner, placing on the middle of the mat since there was no one else but you two.Â
âLadies firstâ He smirked while you shook your head, spinning the arrow, landing on left foot red. You both went back and forth with relative ease until it was your turn to move your hand and you twisted your body awkwardly.Â
âOoofâ Your ass hit the ground with a soft thumb while Bucky snorted, standing up and lifting you with him, his blue eyes still sparkling.Â
âSo whatâs it gonna beâ He wigged his eyebrows while you felt your body heat up, throwing him a smirk when you took off your earrings.
âReally? Your earrings?â He sassed while you shrugged, spinning the arrow for a new game. You had managed to last a little longer than the last game but tripped over Buckyâs foot which you swore wasnât that close to you earlier.Â
âYou cheatedâ You huffed, contemplating on what to take off next. There really wasnât much, you were only in your sleep shorts, an over sized t-shirt and your underwear.Â
âWhy would I do that dollâ Bucky smiled innocently while you narrowed your eyes, smiling triumphantly, taking off a hair tie on your wrist.Â
âThereâ You stuck your tongue out at him while he rolled his eyes, starting a new game. This time Bucky was the one who had fell down. He proudly took off one sock while you stared at him; he insisted it only had to be 1 article of clothing so his 1 sock was perfectly acceptable. Then he fell again.Â
âItâs not fair, youâre wearing more clothes than meâ You huffed, rolling your eyes as Bucky snorted, smugly taking off another sock.
âIf you want to see me naked, just say it dollâ He winked while you felt your face heat up, shaking your head.
âShut up and spinâÂ
You both continued to spin, both your hearts racing wondering who would have to actually take something off first. You started to feel a little confident until you had to reach across the mat again.Â
And you slipped.Â
âSo, whatâs it gonna be nowâ Bucky gazed down at you, his voice had dropped several octaves.
You bit your lip, grabbing the hem of your shirt and tossing it over your head; you could have sworn you heard him growl as his eyes trailed up and down your body, blinking at the way your nipples faintly poked through your lounge bra.Â
New game. He fell.Â
His eyes were locked with yours as he threw his t-shirt off, rolling his shoulders back, his metal arm almost glowing under the soft low light of the living room.Â
New game. He fell again, smirking as he took his sweats off, your eyes growing wide at the thick bulge that was straining against the fabric.Â
New game. You fell.Â
You hesitate for moment, keeping your eyes trained on your feel like you wiggled your sleep shorts off. You stood in your bra and panties while he stood in his briefs. He hummed, not even bothering to hide the way his erection was practically throbbing.Â
âYour turn princess, ready for another round?â He whispered, his heart rate picking up, eyes dark as you spun the arrow, your ass brushing right against his cock. He bit back a moan, lightly rolling his hips for more friction to tease you before moving his body around you as you called right hand green. His arm knocked against yours, slipping while he took you down with him.Â
Your body landed on top of his, your eyes growing wide when he wrapped his arms around you and rolled your over so you were pinned under him.Â
âYou fell Barnes, I winâ You sassed, squeaking when he rubbed his boner against your panties, smirking at the way you instinctively went to squeeze your thighs together, his waist in the way.
âYouâre right baby, guess I gotta take this off, huh?â He straddled you, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his cock, the tip nearly brushing against your lips. You let out a soft moan, your eyes blown with lust, your panties soaked at the sight before you while he cocked his head, stroking his cock in front of your face. âFinish the game in my room?â
That night started it. It was fun. Nothing crazy, nothing complicated, the both of you occasionally fooling around. Sometimes Bucky would come by and hang out in your room, lingering around for longer than necessary until you both ended up on your bed making out. To taking your clothes off. To having your legs spread for him while he railed you with his cock.Â
Every single time Bucky came over, he wanted to tell you he liked you, but he hoped you just already knew, his tongue getting tied in knots when he tried to bring up how he felt around you. What he didnât know was you were equally head over heels crazy for him but you didnât think heâd ever see you that way.Â
You bit your tongue every time you wanted to tell him how much you adored him, how much you wanted him to be yours. Your hands itched when you wanted to cuddle him closer, desperately wanting to shove your face into his chest whenever you saw him. You wanted to curl up on him like a kitten and nap at any time of the day but you were limited to the few moments you had together after sex.Â
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âSoo...â
âSoo?â You peeked up at Bucky through your lashes, comfortable snuggled in his arms after he had taken you apart with his mouth, He traced some imaginary shapes onto your spine making you shiver.Â
âStarkâs having that party and I was hoping...â His cheeks blushed, biting his lip nervously before continuing, âWould you want to be my date doll?âÂ
You looked at him with wide eyes, pure disbelief etched across your face. You sat up slightly, blinking at him, âYou want me to be your date? Are-are you sure? Me?â
âWhat do you mean sweets? Of course I do and of course youâ Bucky pulled you closer to him, chuckling at your shocked expression. âBabygirl, I wanna show you off to everyone. Show everyone this beautiful doll thatâs all mine that I adore so much. Youâre my girl, babyâÂ
His girl.
Your cheeks heated up, feeling giddy on the inside as he cupped your cheeks brining you close so he could peck a kiss to your lips.Â
âIâd-Iâd really love to, I just-I didnât think you liked me like thatâ you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, toying with the chain of his dog tags while he smiled, tilting your chin to look at him.Â
âWhy wouldnât I like you angel, youâre the best thing to even happy to meâ He rolled over on top of you, peppering you with a hundred kisses while you giggled, spending the rest of the day thinking about what you were going to wear.Â
Party NightÂ
Bucky scanned the crowd, trying to spot you, his eyes growing wide when he realized it was you sitting by the bar.Â
The moment his eyes landed on you, he knew he was fucked. You had no right to look like that. You had always favored your comfy clothes even during party nights, typically going to pants and a cute top over wearing a dress. Until tonight.Â
Bucky swallowed thickly, approaching the barstool you were seated at, his eyes trailing from your pretty heels, the delicate strap wrapping around your ankles, up to the soft glow of your legs, a light shimmer covering your body. The thigh high split of your dress made his cock jump, thinking about how easy it could be for him to slip his hands in between-
Fuck.Â
The silky material of your dress wrapped perfectly around your body as he couldnât tell if he wanted to fuck you with it on or torn off. He had to adjust himself for a moment, groaning at the tightness in his pants before making his way over to you.
âHey pretty girlâ Bucky murmured in your ear, kissing your beck from behind, his voice low as he gently moved to hold your waist, your back flush against his chest. âYou look gorgeous angelâÂ
You melted into his touch, turning around to face him, biting your lip when he groaned, gripping you tighter.Â
âI know I said I wanted to show you off doll but this-God damn, thank god I know how to fightâ He breathed out a laugh, he had already caught a number of other party goers glancing over at you and it made him grin wider. Prettiest doll in the room and you were all his.Â
âYou should look at yourself Sergeantâ Your voice got caught in your throat, the scent of his cologne already making you woozy. He was the most devilishly handsome man youâd ever laid eyes on but tonight? Tonight you were ready to-
âLets go sit babyâ He inturrupted your train of thought, helping you slip off the seat, the both of you making your way over to the lounge where everyone else sat together. You felt your cheeks warm up at the whistles that were directed towards you both.Â
âSo, you and y/n, huh?â Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a knowing smile while the rest of the team whooped; Bucky sat down at the end of one of the couches, pulling you to comfortably sit on his lap.Â
âMhm, shes my girlâ Bucky gazed at you proudly, playing with a loose strand of your hair, finding himself unable to keep his hands off you.Â
âYour girl, huh Barnes? You guys look goodâ Sam threw you a wink, grinning when he saw a blush covering Buckyâs cheeks. âAlright lover boy, I see you, blushinâ like a school boyâÂ
Bucky didnât even bother arguing back, letting his hand rest on your thigh, giving in a gentle squeeze. You giggled, hoping he didnât notice you felt like you were on fire, contemplating on sitting on your hands before you did something stupid.Â
What Bucky didnât know was you were 10 times more riled up than him the second you saw him. He was in all black, a look that left you swooning and soaked between your thighs. He left the scruff on his cheeks and it drove you wild. The silver chain of his dog tags peaked around the collar of his shirt. He noticed you squirming on his lap everyone else lost in conversation while you were struggling to keep your panties from soaking through your dress.Â
âYou okay doll?Â
You nodded, shifting and pressing your face into his neck, though that only made you feel more feral, squeezing your thighs together.Â
âWhat is it babydoll?â
âBucky?â You whined into his neck, your hands coming down to grip at his shirt, âLetâs go babyâ The desperation in your voice caught him off guard, blinking twice before responding.Â
âHow come doll?â He smiled softly,Â
âBecause...â You bit your lip while he urged you to continue. You had managed to contain yourself thus far but it was getting harder and harder and with the way he was looking tonight...fuck it. âFuck, Iâll suck your cock right here Sergeant, you look so fucking good, Iâve already soaked my panties, you-you look so good, Iâd ride you right now if I couldâ
Buckyâs eyes grew wide, you didnât have to tell him twice. He wordlessly stood up, quickly waving everyone off before he grabbed your wrist, headed straight for the elevators and down the hall towards his room.Â
Before he could say or do anything, you pulling your hand from his, moving to cup his cheeks, smashing your lips onto his. Bucky moaned into your mouth, still in shock from what you had said earlier, the both of you making out all the way until the back of his legs hit the bed.Â
He couldnât get any words how as you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, the strap of your dress falling of your shoulder while you smirked down at him playfully.Â
âLet me take are of you tonight soliderâ You trailed a finger down to his belt, making quick work of it as soon as he nodded, âSit upâ He let you pull him up as you shrugged his blazer off his shoulders, and pulled his shirt off, humming contently before you pushed him back on the bed. He lifted his hips up, helping you pull his pants and brief's off in one go, his cheeks flushed from the way you were biting your lip, he could practically smell how aroused you were.Â
Who were you and what did you do to his sweet babygirl.
Not that he was complaining.
AT ALL.Â
You moaned, looking at the way his cock jumped against his tummy, while you slipped your dress off, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of your panties before kneeling on the mattress between his legs, the tip of his cock silky with precum.Â
âYouâre cock is prettyâ You shifted down, your nose nudging along his shaft, placing feather light kisses until you reached the tip, pulling away. Bucky bucked his hips up in frustration, biting his lip while you cooed, batting your lashes at him. âLook at that pretty pink tip baby, all wet and swollenâ Your index finger circled over his slit making him cry out as you gathered his arousal, sucking it off your finger immediately after. âAnd you taste so good too soldierâÂ
You were the furthest thing from innocent, you were the devil with a halo and angel wings.Â
âI wanna suck you Sergeant, thought about your fat cock down my throat, all nightâ You bent over to slip just the tip past your lips, gently suckling his cock head, while Bucky thrusted up chasing more of your mouth. He had to force his eyes open while you stuck your tongue out, your hand grasping his cock, dragging his tip all over your tongue, coating it in precum.Â
âOh-oh godâ Bucky moaned, youâd sucked him before but never like this, never so filthy âWhat the fuck are you doing to me babyâÂ
You giggled, wrapping your arms around his meaty thighs, your shoulders urging them wider as you kissed down to his balls, humming at the salty taste of his skin and his soft natural scent that left you craving move. He whimpered at the feeling of your lips, his cock twitching.Â
âOh, youâre sensitive here babyâ You cooed, flicking your tongue down the seam of his balls, nipping the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. âTell your slut what you want Sergeant, Iâll be a good girl for youâ
âSuck my balls, câmon, put that mouth to use, getâem wet, put them in your mouth baby, theyâre nice and full for you-FUCkâ His back arched of the bed as you opened your mouth wide, taking both in your mouth, laving and sucking them. You moaned around his balls, while he took your hand and wrapped it around his aching length, guiding you to stroke him. Â
âFeel that?â He gazed down at you, panting as he helped you jerk his cock, his head thrown back at the feeling of your soft hands, âYou feel how hard my dick is? How thick and swollen is it for you baby? Mâso fuckinâ hard and full of cum right now-shitâÂ
âYesss, jerk my cock baby, keep using your mouth, play with my balls, feels goodâ He let go of your hand, bringing it down to card through your hair, pushing you further between his legs. His hips squirming, nearly grinding on your face while he continued to make a mess on his tummy, precum steadily dribbling from the tip.Â
âYouâre messy Sergeantâ You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky smirked, pulling you up by your hair and giving it a few gentle tugs.Â
âYou make me messy you fucking slut, come here nâclean me upâ He guided you down to his lower tummy, where you licked up his happy trail, not wasting a drop. âYeah, lick it up baby, lick your Sergeantâs mess, you like that? You like getting your sergeant all needy and horny for you?â
You nodded, letting your tongue drag across his abs, your lips sucking off every bit of his silky cream. By now, your thighs were equally stick, your pussy screaming for some type of relief. You straddled him, rubbing the tip all over your clit while Bucky bit his lip, unsure how long heâd last with you on top.Â
âDoll..doll what are you-
âMâgonna ride you now babyâ You gave him a quick tug before lining him up with your pussy, his eyes growing wide.Â
âI-I didnât put a condom on yet baby-â
âBetter hold it and pull out in timeâ You shrugged, sinking down onto his cock without warning, Bucky eyes rolling back, a deep moan dripping from his lips.Â
âOH-Sh-shiiittt-â He could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven, he thought your pussy was perfect before but the raw feeling of your warm cunt was no match. He almost whined from pleasure, his balls tightening against his body.Â
âYou like feeling my pussy raw baby?âÂ
âFuck yes, mânever using a condom with you again, fuck that shit, Iâm putting my bare cock in you every chance I getâ He groaned, his head thrown back against the pillow.Â
âI forgot to tell you Sergeant, I forgot to take my birth control this morningâ You gave him a faux innocent pout, rocking and winding your hips as you rode him, âBut its too late now, you already put your bare cock in meâÂ
Okay, now he had died and gone to heaven. Or hell, cause you were nothing but pure sin in this moment.Â
âYou fucking dirty little slut, you wanted this huh, wanted to fuck you sergeant raw?â
âWanted to make sergeant a daddyâ You shot him a wink that made Bucky 10 times more feral. He planted his feet up, thrusting up into with abandon, all of his curses and moans bouncing off the walls.Â
âGo a head then, make me a daddyâ He pounded you with all his might as you collapsed into his hold. Buckyâs arms wrapped around your limp body, hugging you tightly to him while he railed you.Â
âJAMESJAMESJAMES-I-â
âMâGonna cumâ Bucky moaned in your ear, fucking you fasterâ Take daddyâs fat fuckinâ load baby, be a good girl and make room for daddyâ
âOH FUCK-â Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent shaped intents. The sting just turned him on more.Â
âI know, I know, such a tight pussy canât handle it huhâ He panted, chest heaving, body covered in a this sheen of sweat. You gathered yourself together, sitting up again and planting your hands on his chest, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.Â
âFuck, I wanna make daddy cumâ You cried you, bouncing on him faster, nearly screaming when he brought his thumb to strum your clit.Â
âYouâre gonna make daddy blow his load baby, cum with me when you make me a fuckinâ daddyâÂ
You cried out as your walls started to spasm around him, clenching and squeezing around him. Bucky couldnât take his eyes off your perfect form, your boobs bouncing, face contorted with pleasure, your skin glistening from sweat as your rode him till he couldn't hold back anymore.Â
âYouâre gonna make daddy cum-fuck-ride me angel, just like that, bounce on my cock, yesyesfuckyes FUCCKKKâ Bucky nearly roared, his cock bursting with cum, painting your cunt with his seed, his cream making a white mess all over his crotch as you continued to ride him through his high. âGood girl, good fucking girl angel, you made me cum so hardâÂ
âDid I go good Sergeant?â You whimpered, grinding down on his softening cock, while Bucky chuckled, too fucked out to open his eyes.Â
âYou did-you did amazing angel, câmereâ He pulled you own towards him, keeping his cock buried in you while you hummed contently, wrapping your arm around his waist with your head on his chest.Â
âMy girl is something elseâ Bucky panted, kissing your forehead while you giggled, back to your shy self, hiding in his hold.Â
âOnly for you, sergeantâÂ
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Thinking about them and how they're so "you came" "you called" coded.
Stan would do anything for his brother (except be told to get as far away from him as possible)
#gravity falls#gravity falls stanford#gravity falls stanley#stanford pines#stanley pines#gimme more of them please#grunkle stan#grunkle ford#pines twins
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For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3
Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!
Virgin Lovers
Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI
Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader
Word Count:1.5k
His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"
"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.
                                                        *Flashback*
"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.
                                                    *Flashback Over*
You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.
"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"
"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"
 I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"
 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"
                                               *Timeskip to the club*
You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.
Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was soâŠ.well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.
#wayne 2019#wayne series#wayne mccullough x reader#wayne x reader#wayne mccullough#orlando#x reader#y/n#x y/n#smut#female reader#established relationship#lemon#fanfiction#fanfic#spicy#not enough people write for this fandom#please gimme more asks#please please please
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YES! YES! YES!
OMG WEDNESDAY!!! You got me fucked up with this one đ« How am I supposed to go back to work now and pretend Iâm normal?!
Javi is such a fucking brat in this and I am HERE FOR IT. Poor Joel feeling so conflicted but of course sheâs the mastermind behind everything đ Little sneaky sneak
Paris, Texas pt. 2
aka: 2 Texans, 1 Lady đ The joel x javi x reader threesome PART 2!!
WC: 8k | Other fics | Rating: 18+ | Read on Ao3 | PART ONE
this one goes out to my fellow mlm fans and voyeurs, i hope itâs everything you wanted and more <3; dedicated to everyone that gets a tag bc i love you 5ever
Summary: Joel, still struggling with his conflicting feelings about the threesome with Javier, gets a surprise visit at work from the man himself that leaves him even more confused. After a week of seeing Javier in his dreams, he gets another surprise visit at work.
Note: itâs pretty heavy on the m/m action so if thatâs not ur thing no worries you can still have a forehead kiss from meÂ
Tags/warnings: pwp, smut on smut on smut, internalized homophobia, dubcon joel/javi, infidelity, oral (m and f), consensual f/m sleepy oral, m/m anal, itâs not exactly a cuck chairâbut there is a chair and u get to watch from it, top!joel, bottom!javi, but also switchy/vers in the future bc, respectfully, i would to experience the best of all worlds, i do not have a dick (iâm just a member of the fanclub) so if any of the m/m action is wildly inconceivable or something pls let me know iâm happy to receive feedback (spit as lube just pretend ok), some angsty guilt and shame in between the smut bc joel is still in denial, uhh dom!joel, idk if contractors have offices and i spent too long googling about it before remembering the point was the porn so pls forgive if that ruins ur immersion, tell me if i forgot something important
standard almostempty warnings at this point: unprotected sex with no consequences bc itâs fiction; f!reader is able-bodied otherwise no descriptions of skin tone, blushing, hair, idk tell me if thereâs something that takes you out (physically); everyone is probably bi; no y/n, no beta just fueled by the power of adhd and delusion, if u see a mistake it was the gremlins iâm sorryÂ
PLEASE TELL ME IF U LIKE IT OR IF U HATE IT OR IF YOU WANT MORE
Joel is buried in paperwork. Permits and invoices are stacked up on his desk in organized chaos. The week has been a disaster. He blames his low-grade headache on the deadlines and number crunching, but he knows something else makes him uneasy. He rubs the pads of his fingers between his brows as if he could massage away the stress or erase the permanent worry line carved into his features.Â
The noises outside his office blend into static as he recommits himself to getting caught up.Â
He rolls up the sleeves of his worn plaid shirt, sighing to himself before he resumes. His pen scratches across a form he doesnât care much about when the door to his offices creaks open.Â
His head snaps up, looking across the room with a sharp glare. Heâs not in the mood for interruptions, and he's already irritated at being stuck behind a desk playing catch-up. He isnât expecting the man that enters the room. Stifling a surprised noise, he narrows his eyes to a sharp glare. Heâs not in the mood for work-related afternoon interruptions, let alone a surprise visitor.
âSo, this is the bossâs office?â Javierâs voice is smooth like he didnât just appear out of nowhere and uninvited. Â
âYep,â Joel mutters, grip on his pen tightening in his fingers. Dropping his eyes back to his work, considering ignoring the man. Maybe he can will away the pest by avoiding eye contact and ignoring the intruder sizing up his space.Â
Javier scans the sparse office. Empty walls, bare bones, and practical.Â
Joel assumes heâll have a snarky comment about the size of the room or the view. He keeps flipping through the paperwork in his hand, braced for Javierâs attitude. Joel is tense and prepared to snap back, but his shoulders are tight and stiff as if heâs been sleeping on concrete for a week.Â
The signature scent of Javier, spicy and smoky, fills the air. The fragrance stirs Joel's memories and causes a visceral reaction. It makes his gut churn and fingers itch with restlessness.Â
The lastâand onlyâtime heâs seen Javier plays out like a well-edited montage. New images flash every time he blinks. Dark eyes. Sweat glistening on Javierâs chest. Lips, tongues, and teeth, he tries to subtly shake the thoughts out of his head.
Javier drops into the chair in front of the desk, eyeing Joel with a casual bravado. He crosses one leg over the other, resting his ankle along his knee in his dark jeans and rusty red button-down. He links his hands behind his head as if heâs prepared to settle in and bask in Joelâs discomfort.
Javierâs eyes roam over Joelâs desk. âYou donât have a secretary for all that paperwork?â he muses. A smile pulls at the corner of Javierâs mouth that Joel could sense without looking at him. He can feel the heat of Javerâs gaze pouring over the desk between them, making the air feel heavy, thick with something unsaid.Â
Joel can feel his pulse jump in his throat, chest constricted. âNope.â He hoped his clipped tone would push Javier out of the room, but that hope flickers and dies when he takes in the nonchalant sight. Irritation spikes in Joel at the whole disturbance. Heâs not interested in letting Javier take up residence in his office. Or his mind.Â
âYou need somethinâ?â Joelâs throat feels dry as he spits out the blunt question. He flips through the next invoice without processing a single word on the page. Heâs tired and has a low threshold after a week of poor sleep. Though, heâd never admit, except maybe to you, that heâs easily irritated even with a good night of rest. But you always slice right through his grumpy shell.
âJust in the neighborhood,â Javier drawls, âthought Iâd stop by.âÂ
âRight.â Joel rolls his eyes, âWe supposed to be friends now?â Or what? Something more?
Javier shrugs casually, like thatâs up to Joel to decide.Â
Joel tosses his pen and paperwork onto his desk. He takes a breath, forcing his features into something neutral. The night you brought Javier into your home, and your bed has haunted him. Made it so he couldnât think straight. Tortured him, not with regret, but with the messy, tangled knot of shame and desire.Â
Now Javier is here. In the flesh. Self-satisfied and content, watching Joel and waiting expectantly. Waiting for what?Â
âIs staring me down part of your ex-cop deal? You come here uninvited to interrogate me or something?â Joel accuses with annoyance in his eyes.Â
âI donât need to interrogate you,â Javier answers, mellow and cloying, âalready know what you want.â He shifts, leaning forward, speaking quieter. âJust wanted to see if youâve figured it out yet.âÂ
Joel works his jaw as he crosses his arms. A brick wall of resistance. The fuck is that supposed to mean?Â
He clocks when Javierâs eyes lower, tracing the line of his arms, the same way you do when you catch Joel in a mood. You so easily diffuse his anger, disarming him with your wit or completely dismantling him with your body, unlike the instigator in front of him, who seems to only get under Joelâs skin.Â
Joel lets out a deep sigh. Javier isnât here to be friends.Â
âIt was what she wanted,â Joel says, his eyes hard, his voice firm. It felt like a weak excuse the second the words left his mouth. Shit.Â
Javier can taste the blood in the water. His eyes glint at the thrill of the chase. âIs that all?â
The room feels like itâs shrinking. Heat crawls up the back of Joelâs neck, anger entwined with something else he refuses to name. âDonât flatter yourself,â he replies, standing up from his chair, trying to tower over Javier in some pathetic attempt at dominance.Â
A move he immediately regrets.
Javier also stands, circling around the side of the desk to look Joel up and down. Boldly. He admires Contractor Joel. The way he fills out his well-fitted work jeans, the way his deep green plaid hugs his broad shoulders and strains around his biceps as he crosses his arms again.Â
The workwear suits him. A strikingly masculine figure. Powerful and seductive. Tempting Javier just by existing. âI get it,â Javier murmurs to himself, understanding what youâd mean when you first described Joel. The disgruntled expression, the furrowed brows and sharp eyesâhe only makes it worse.Â
âAlways thought the whole construction thing was a cheesy porn gimmick,â Javier admits, âyou could pull it off though. You got the toolbelt and the hat?âÂ
âYou can leave,â Joel replies dryly.Â
Ignoring Joel, Javier steps closer, âIâm just saying,â he rests a finger on Joelâs shoulder, drawing a line down towards his chest. Joelâs body is rigid, the contact searing his skin even through the soft material of his shirt. âYou look good. This is your color,â he tugs at the dark green fabric below Joelâs throat. He drops his hand, and Joel feels like the earth could swallow him whole.Â
Javierâs mock compliments make Joelâs stomach flip before he steels himself again. Javier flashes a diabolical smile, catching the flare of Joelâs eyes and the hard swallow of whatever retort he couldnât muster.Â
âYouâre really trying to convince yourself, arenât you?â Javierâs voice is dripping with mock sympathy.Â
Violent, intrusive thoughts race through Joelâs mindâsocking Javier in the jaw to wipe that smug look off his face, grabbing him by the collar and running him through the wall, slamming him onto the desk. Face down so he could lean over his body and tell him, hot breath on the back of his neck, that heâs about to learn to watch his mouth.Â
Joelâs hands flex, knuckles popping, and heat stirs at the base of his spine at the dark desires. Suddenly, very aware of their close proximity. Close enough to feel the heat of Javierâs body, and to see the unwavering confidence in his face.Â
Amused by Joelâs volatility, Javier scoffs gently. His warm breath fans between them, and a smirk spreads on his face. Out of context, itâs only a gentle tease. A flirty smile and charged moment. But to Joel, strained like the last barricade holding back a beast, itâs too much. He snaps, and the beast gnashes its teeth.Â
âGet fucked,â Joelâs voice is a rumbly, low growl.Â
Javierâs smirk blooms into a Cheshire Cat grin. âIâd ask if you were offering, but I donât think youâve got it in you.âÂ
Blood pounds in Joelâs ears. Drowning out the voice that wonders why Javier can rile him up so easily. The reminder that heâs got no reason to be jealous. That youâve done nothing to make him worry.Â
âYou were only doing it for her, huh?â Javierâs voice was quieter but still laced with danger.
Joelâs jaw is clenched tight when he replies, âYep.â It doesnât carry the conviction he needed to convey.Â
âShame she isnât here now, then,â Javier keeps pressing. The honesty in his tone throws Joel off.Â
âWould do anything for her,â Joel adds, softening fractionally at the truth in it. Â
âAnything?â Javier repeats.Â
âSâright.âÂ
âFor her.âÂ
âFor her,â Joel nods in agreement. Letting out a breath, he didnât realize he had been holding. Javier rocks back on his heels like heâs about to turn and stroll away, satisfied by God knows what part of that interaction.Â
But he pauses.Â
Time feels weighted until Javier moves in closer. Another smile breaks across his face at how easily he can shock Joel into a trance with his audacity. Acting in defiance of all of Joelâs words.Â
His hand snakes up Joelâs chest until his fingers are slipping between the curls at the base of his skull. He leans in close, lips ghosting over the shell of Joelâs ear, âIs this for her too?â He shifts back half a step, and with the hand on the back of Joelâs head, he urges him to look down.Â
Javierâs hand had moved between them, palming the bulge in Joelâs jeans, his fingers pressing against his erection through the denim. Joelâs lips part, his whole body jerking forward instinctively, and a low groan rumbles in his chest before he can stop it.
Javierâs smirk deepened. âThatâs what I thought.â
For a moment, Joelâs mind blanks out, lost in the haze of physical sensation. His body reacts before his brain catches up.Â
âThe fuck are you doing?â Joel snaps, grabbing Javierâs wrist and yanking it away. His voice is hoarse, breath ragged.Â
âAnyone could walk in here.â
Javier didnât pull away; he didnât flinch. His head cocks in contemplation at Joelâs specific reasoning.Â
Leaning in closer, Javierâs voice drips with amusement. âYouâre afraid of them?â he nods towards the door. âWorried about what? That your crew is gonna find out their boss likes cock?â he laughs softly, a dark, teasing sound.Â
Joelâs chest heaves, heart pounding. Anger, lust, and frustration all swirling together inside of him.
âYou think they wonât take orders from you if they hear the noises you make for me?âÂ
He knows Javier is running his mouth to provoke him. But it works on him anyway. Joel huffs dismissively, without a thought, âYou think Iâd make a sound for you?âÂ
âI think youâll beg me to stop before you do.â
Before he can dwell on the ramifications, Joel acts on impulse. Stepping back, his face hardening as he stares Javier down. That smug bastard. Heâs consumed with a defiant urge to remove that smirk from Javierâs face.Â
âOn your knees,â he orders, his voice cold, flat, and restrained. Â
Javierâs eyebrow raises, lips curling into a lazy smile. âWhy, Joel?â he asks, voice playful.Â
âYou know why.â The presumption is underscored by the sound of Joelâs belt clinking before he unzips his jeans. He grips the base of his thick cock, menacing and erotic, as he keeps his hard gaze on Javier.Â
He accepts the challenge, kneeling slowly, never breaking eye contact.Â
âYeah,â Javier murmurs, âyou look even better like this. All frustrated and desperate to be touched.â His voice is thick and low, like molasses. Almost reverent, but at the same time gloating, as if Javierâs only proving himself right. Itâs infuriating to Joel that the man can so freely express his desire and rile Joel up further with the same words.Â
Javierâs hand covers Joelâs as he gives Joelâs cock an experimental stroke. Joel hisses through clenched teeth, slamming his eyes shut and tilting his head up to break the eye contact. To sever the intimacy. Heâs taut, impatient, and ready to snap.Â
Until Javierâs lips wrap around his weeping tip, and they both groan in unison at the sensation. The wet heat of his mouth sends a sharp throb of pleasure through Joel. The intensity causes his hand to shoot out to his desk, fingers digging into the edge in an attempt to ground himself.Â
But itâs no use.Â
Javier knows exactly what heâs doing, taking him deep, fast, his mouth warm and eager. His hands work in symphony with his mouth, twisting around his length, massaging at his thighs and hips, deliberate and competent. He has nothing to be shy or restrained about.Â
Sinking into the pleasure, Joel starts to reason with himself. A mouth is a mouth, he can allow himself to have this, to let himself enjoy it.
And he does.Â
Javierâs tongue teases underneath the sensitive head of Joelâs cock before he slides past his lips, along the flat of his tongue, and deep into his throat. Itâs good. Why is it so fucking good? Joelâs head tips back down, blinking his eyes open. His body shudders.Â
Itâs not just a mouth.Â
Seeing Javierâs head bobbing, his cock disappearing past the manâs lips, it stirs something wild and untamed within him.Â
Itâs a mistake to finally look. To really watch, taking it all in. The handsome features on Javierâs face, the unapologetic pleasure he takes from every reaction he pulls from Joelâs body. The strength and finesse of his hands are so different from you. Heâs drawn to follow the movement of Javierâs hand dropping to readjust himself, to ease the pressure on his own aching cock.Â
The brief friction looses a moan from Javier, vibrating around Joelâs length. Itâs undeniably fucking hot. Joelâs control slips, possessed by his urges.Â
He reaches for Javierâs face to cup his jaw and hold him still. And he gives in. Fucking into Javierâs mouth, hips jerking recklessly. Itâs a desperate strain to tamp down the groans clawing at his throat, and it doesnât help when Javier watches him with his half-lidded eyes. No.Â
âShit,â he admonishes himself. Suppressing the captivating draw he feels. He tries to find focus, to keep it togetherâbut thereâs a loud knock that staggers him.Â
A voice, muffled outside of his office door, shouts to him, âThereâs a vendor here, says he needs your sign-off.âÂ
Joelâs breath hitches, âFuck,â he spits, hands grasping the desk and Javierâs jaw, forcing out a coherent response. âBe there in a minute!â he calls out, voice strangled.Â
Javier doesnât stop. He doubles down, hollowing his cheeks and greedily coaxing Joel to lose control. And, of course, he does. Joelâs climax hits fast and hard. His last attempts to stifle any noises falter. He gasps, body jerking as he comes, spilling into Javierâs mouth.Â
Dazed, he can only blink as Javier pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking.Â
âSeems to me like that was just for you.âÂ
Joel is wrecked, leaning against the desk, his heart racing. He doesnât have time to process anything before Javier kisses himâbrief, chaste, leaving behind the taste of himself on his lips.
âBetter get out there before anyone worries, boss,â Javier whispers with a wink before walking out of the office, leaving Joel standing there, stunned, unable to move.Â
As the door clicks shut behind him, Joel isnât sure if the knot in his stomach is anger, guilt, or worse, wanting more.Â
Seems to me like that was just for you.Â
It echoes, slowly settling over Joel.Â
He nearly doubles over when the reality finally hits. His thoughts race, consumed by the thought of you. What did he just do?Â
âŠâŠâŠâŠ..
Joel is wracked with guilt and misery for days. Suffering in his own self-imposed torment.Â
He needs to tell you, but he canât figure out how. Thereâs no version of, âHey baby, you know the guy from the threesome? The one that I threatened to kick out of the house? Well, he showed up to my office, and I may have come down his throat before he disappeared without a trace like a dick-sucking fairy.â that he can come up with that sounds redeemable.Â
Worse, he still canât get over the guilt and shame of how it even happened. Seduced by another man? He canât fathom the reality that another man could turn him on, refuting the way he felt when he watched Javier sink to his knees. And rejecting the truth when his cock stirs at just the memory. Joel is at a complete loss for how to explain it away.Â
It fucks with his sleep. He jolts awake in the middle of the night, aching and hard and furious that Javier has invaded his dreams. He sits up in bed, dragging his hands over his face. And you stir, always attuned to him.Â
Youâre warm and sleepy, but concern washes over you in the moonlight.Â
âCanât sleep?â you murmur, reaching out to pull him towards you. âWhat do you need?â Always so grounded, so considerate. It twists the guilt inside of him. He tries to erase his self-loathing and reassure you, to ease you back to sleep.Â
You arenât quite conscious enough to listen, but when you shuffle beneath the sheets to cuddle up to your man, you gasp when you accidentally brush over his hard cock. Not because itâs a shock to find, but because in your barely lucid state, youâre uninhibited. Earnestly expressing the desire his arousal sparks in you.Â
âUse me,â you whisper, slow and syrupy. Difficult to deny.Â
âNo, baby, itâs okay. Go back to sleep,â Joel argues softly.Â
You roll over, muffling a low whine into your pillow, before turning back towards Joel. You can make out his profile in the dim glow of the room. You can feel the resistance, but you give it another shot.Â
âItâs not okay,â you grumble, and his head jerks towards you, âcanât go back to sleep now, youâve got me all wet already.âÂ
âOkay,â he gives in like he could ever hold out on you anyway. He pulls back the sheet, exposing your sleep-warmed skin to the cooler air. Running his palm down your spine as you melt face down on the bed. He crawls overtop of you, straddling behind the curve of your ass, before lowering himself, caging you under his body.Â
The skin contact is overwhelmingly intimate as he presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. You settle with ease and whine softly into the dark room as he rubs his cock along your slick folds. He continues, grunting in his own pleasure, as he glides along your seam, soaking in the sensation of you. Wet and needy from his touch. Until your legs are twitching and your whines grow louder, impatient, and sharp until he hears you say his name. When you plead for him to fuck you already.Â
Then. He adjusts and sinks slowly into you, filling you inch by inch, grinding languidly against your plush body.Â
Youâre soft. Warm and wet. You take him so well, and he knows how to find the angles to make you shake and cry out for him. Now he chases it, needing to please you, to give himself to you. He plunges into you deeply, whispering praise against your skin until youâre shuddering and gasping beneath him. He nearly comes with you, but when the thought of Javier pops up, he falters. He pulls out of you and gently flips you over.Â
âSleep,â he commands as he settles between your legs, and you let it take you. Drifting off before you can process that he didnât finish. Content to dream about Joelâs tongue dipping into your fluttering entrance and his hands spreading your legs wider.Â
Joel stays between your legs, making your dream a reality. Trying to purify himself by worshipping you. Pouring his sins out between your thighs. Seeking forgiveness through your pleasure until heâs too tired to dream.Â
Heâs convinced this method will work. That eventually, heâll forget about Javier altogether. But Joel underestimates how deeply the other man has sunk his claws into the back of his mind. Itâs unsustainable, and his exhaustion becomes more and more apparent throughout the week.Â
Despite thinking heâs able to cover up his internal torment, you always seem to know when something is wrong. You donât push. Youâre patient and gentle with him. It adds to his guilt.Â
You help out in any way you can. Commenting that he seems stressed and tired but never asking for an explanation. You let him stew on his own emotional nightmare in solitude. As he prefers.Â
For now.Â
When Joel admits to you on Friday night that heâs behind at work, you simply nod. He doesnât argue when you offer to bring lunch to him the next day. But he can barely meet your eyes when you smile and trail off about how you know just what will help him get through the day.Â
You tell him decisively that he deserves to finish up early if heâs going to the office on a Saturday. He can only nod. Determined to spend the morning figuring out how to confess to you. With words.Â
Heâs still in a haze of fatigue the next day. Despite the rest of the office being quiet, his head is loud and buzzing. Likely the reason heâs so taken off guard when the door to his office swings open.Â
âWorking on the weekend?âÂ
Joelâs pulse spikes as the sound of Javierâs voice fills the room, smooth and mischevous.Â
Anger floods his bloodstream and cuts through the fog of shame that had been clouding his vision. Joel crosses his arms and levels a ruthless glare at the man leaning against the doorframe.Â
Javier should be the one that looks out of place. Overdressed for the occasion, in the wrong place. But he stands confidently, neatly groomed, and polished. His dark blue collared shirt and fitted jeans highlight his broad shoulders. He looks like heâs exactly where heâs meant to be, and his expression says he knows it.Â
âNo,â Joel says gruffly. Unperturbed, Javier sails into the room.Â
âI donât have time for this. Get out.â Joel says, his voice low, dangerous. He stands, hips leaning against his desk, prepared to back up his threat. His tolerance is already out the window for Javier.Â
Javier shrugs, movements so fluid in relation to Joelâs fixed demeanor.Â
âYou didnât say please.â His smirk is maddening. Joelâs fuse is short. Heâs not interested in games. Not interested in having anything to do with his surprise guest at all. But he doesnât move. Words caught in his throat.Â
âBesides,â Javier continues breezily, âyou arenât very convincing. I told you last time, I like this look on you, all mad andââ
Joel feels thorns clawing at his throat. Furious that his nerves flutter in response to Javierâs backward flattery. He canât be thinking straight, thatâs all.Â
In fact, itâs damned near impossible to think when Javier keeps running his mouth, pushing every button heâs got.Â
âFuck you,â Joel hisses, vibrating with frustration, cutting off whatever Javierâs next words would have been.Â
Amused by the interruption, Javierâs smile widens, eyes gleaming. âMm,â he purrs, stepping closer, âYou would like to, wouldnât you?â
Thatâs it.Â
Joel snaps, his hand shoots out, grabbing Javier by the front of his shirt and shoving him roughly against the nearest wall. The loud thud of Javierâs back hitting the drywall echoes in the small office. But the smirk on Javierâs face only deepens.Â
âTouchy today, arenât you?â Javier teases, breath coming out in a soft laugh. His body is pinned between the wall and Joelâs, but he doesnât seem fazed. In fact, he looks pleased with the predicament.Â
Joelâs breath is coming out hard and fast, fists still gripping the fabric of Javierâs shirt. This is the last person he wants to see right now. He seethes. Pent up and compressed into a dangerous coil.Â
âYou think this is funny?â Joel snarls, his face mere inches from Javierâs.Â
Javierâs smile softens into something darker, more intimate. âA little,â he admits, leaning in just enough that their noses almost brush. âBut, you seem to be taking it pretty seriously.â Javier shifts under Joelâs grip, his hands skirting up Joelâs waist. âYouâre so worked up.âÂ
Joel grits his teeth, a ferocious-looking expression that only eggs Javier on.Â
Dropping to a whisper to demand that Joel listens closely, Javier adds, âMaybe youâre not mad at me at all.âÂ
Before Joel can snap back, Javier shifts, movements effortless and exact.Â
In an instant, Joel finds himself flipped, his back flat against the wall, slammed with a force that he wasnât expecting. Javierâs arm presses across Joelâs chest, and his hips press against Joelâs in a way that sends a hot wave of need shooting down Joelâs spine.Â
âMaybe,â Javier murmurs, lips to Joelâs ear, âyouâre just mad at yourself.â Javier rocks his hips into Joelâs, grinding against his body in a slow, deliberate motion. A shudder ripples through Joelâs frame, even as his mind rebels against the thrill. âDenying the truth.â He emphasizes his point, pelvis pressing into Joelâs hardening cock, rolling his hips again. âDenying the pleasure.âÂ
No. Joel holds out. He isnât going there. Not now, not ever.
But damn, the way Javier has him, the heat of his body against Joelâs. It tugs at the tangled knot of confusion in his chest. The knot thatâs close to unraveling.Â
âFuck you,â Joel spits again, but it lacks the venom from earlier. His voice is a little shaky, resolve crumbling the longer Javier stays this close.
Javier smiles, his lips brushing against Joelâs jaw. âSay it, Joel.â Heâs all-consuming, like a tidal wave crashing over and destroying all of Joelâs hastily constructed defenses. Javier is a relentless force.Â
âSay it,â Javier demands. âI already know. Knew the first night we met,â he murmurs. âJust need to hear you say it.âÂ
Joelâs heart pounds against his chest, and his mind races. He wants to shove Javier off, wants to do anything other than stand there and feel his body respond to every damn word Javier says. Instead, he canât seem to do anything. Canât stop the muscles spasming in his core, or the way his chest heaves under Javierâs arm.Â
âYou canât, though,â Javier whispers, his voice a dark, teasing rumble. He drops his arm, releasing Joel from his hold. âSuch a shame. I wanted to know what you could do with that pretty cock of yours.âÂ
That was the last straw.
Joel grabs Javier by the waist, roughly spinning him around, and shoving him face-first onto the desk.Â
âYou wanna know what I can do with it?â his voice is harsh and wild.Â
A reckless energy blazes between them. He pushes Javier down, leaning over him, chest pressed into Javierâs back. One hand snakes down Javierâs side, stopping at his hip. The other hand firmly planted on the back of Javierâs neck, pinning him down.Â
Javier catches his breath. He doesnât resist. If anything, he leans into it, arching his back, breath coming out in soft pants as Joelâs firm body boxes him in. With their bodies pressed tightly together, Joelâs straining erection isnât subtle. âThatâs more like it,â Javier murmurs, breathless but still smug.Â
âShut up,â Joelâs voice is hoarse. He is losing himself in it, the heat, the tension. Javierâs solid, toned body beneath his. He doesnât want to think anymore. Doesnât want to feel. He just wants to take control. To push past all the noise in his head.Â
His body is on fire. Adrenaline, testosterone, and arousal all surge through him. Heightening every sensation, forcing him to be present. Rooted in his physicality.Â
Gritting his teeth, Joelâs hands grip Javier tighter, a bruising force.Â
âYouâre gonna be good now,â Joel orders, âFor me.â His voice is rough dark, and he doesnât bother trying to hide the angerâor the heatâcoursing through him. He canât deny it right now, not when it burns so intensely.
He shifts his stance behind Javier, grinding his hips forward and feeling how Javierâs body responds. How he invites the contact and braces against the desk. Sweet, thick satisfaction pools at the base of Joelâs spine.Â
Javier is still mouthing off, taunting Joel. Despite his voice sounding more breathless, it still brims with arrogance. âFor you,â Javier repeats Joelâs words. âI thought it was all just for her? Have you changed your mind now?âÂ
Joel doesnât answer. Heâs too far gone. His hands move to the waistband of Javierâs jeans, yanking them down roughly, exposing the curve of his ass. Javier lets out a small gasp but doesnât protest. In fact, Joel can feel the anticipation humming in Javierâs body, and heâs amused when Javier presses back as if he needs to dare Joel to go further. As if he could stop now.
Curling over Javierâs body, Joel presses his fingers to Javierâs mouth. âSuck.â Javier complies, allowing Joel to slip two fingers past his lips. Javier lets a hum vibrate around Joelâs fingers that causes Joel to roll his hips, grinding his still-clothed erection against Javier.Â
Losing the war with himself, Joel takes out his resentment on Javier. He hooks his fingers into Javierâs cheekâjerking his head to the side. He glowers at the signs of arousal on Javierâs face. The undignified hunger.Â
Remnants of disgust curdle in Joelâs gut. âYouâre fuckinâ sick,â he accuses in a husky whisper, removing his fingers and straightening, breaking the eye contact that stirred something fierce and hot in his veins.
Accusations aside, Joel continues. He watches, smirking to himself, as Javier tenses at the sudden contact when Joel runs his hand over the curve of his ass. He takes his time. Enjoying his own exploration of Javierâs body. Smooth skin and firm and muscular.Â
When he slowly pushes a finger inside, Javierâs body tenses at first, but Joel is persistent, working in deeper and stretching him open.Â
Javier lets out a soft moan, still managing to sound smug even with the sharp gasp that follows. âYou act all pissed,â Javierâs whispers, âbut you love this.â His voice drips like warm honey with a teasing bite.Â
Joel grunts, ignoring the taunts, focusing instead on the way Javierâs body relaxes beneath him, allowing him to add another finger. Javierâs breath hitches and he drops his head onto the desk.Â
âYeah,â Joel mutters, âyou like that.â Â
His words on encourage Javier to continue, âKnow you wanted this,â he breathes, âthat youâve been thinking about it since last time, since the first time.â He continues his murmuring, words spilling over Joelâs desk, âI know because youâve been in my fuckinâ head since that night.âÂ
âYouâve got an awful smart for someone in your position,â he continues, mindlessly flipping the attitude back at Javier, pointedly ignoring his confession.Â
A strained chuckle comes from Javier, his body tightening with every twist of Joelâs fingers. âYou still think youâre in control here?â he breathes, voice challenging and raw. âYouâve got no idea.âÂ
Joel pulls his fingers out abruptly, letting out a throaty growl as he shoves his jeans down just far enough to free himself. He spits in his hand, slicking himself up with rough, hurried strokes, his mind focused on the sight of Javier bent over his desk, waiting for more, begging for it.Â
âLetâs see if you can keep running your mouth with my cock inside you,â Joelâs voice is layered with satisfaction. A challenge. Heâs firm, gripping Javierâs hips and lining himself up. The room feels still, their ragged breath the only sound filling the air.Â
He feeds his cock into Javier slowly. The tight heat of Javierâs body draws a guttural noise out of Joel, and he pauses for just a moment, letting the sensation wash over him. Then he pushes in deeper, inch by inch.Â
Javier lets out a sharp moan, hands balling into fists against the flat top of the desk. âFuck,â he breathes, and this time thereâs no teasing edge, just raw need.Â
Holding still while they both catch their breath, Joelâs hands dig tightly into Javierâs hips, anchoring the two of them together. He buries himself to the hilt, savoring the overwhelming sensation of heat and friction.Â
And then he starts to move.Â
Slowly, at first. Deliberate. He moves with measured control, hips snapping forward, pushing deeper with every stroke. Javier groans beneath him, then manages to mumble something about Joel being desperate, about how much he wanted this, but the words are broken, breathless.Â
âYeah?â Joel growls, picking up the pace, his movements growing rougher, harder. âThatâs what you think?âÂ
Javierâs body jerks with each powerful thrust, breath coming in short bursts. âI know it,â he rasps, his grip on the desk tightening as Joel relentlessly continues. Slamming into him harder now, control beginning to slip.Â
âYou talk too much,â Joel decides, pounding harshly into Javier, reveling in the sweet clench as his pelvis meets Javierâs ass. Heâs entranced by the sensation, the skin-to-skin contact, the heat, sweat, and musk.Â
Joel feels reckless. Intoxicated with the rush of adrenaline and dopamine. Chasing an escape and taking it out on Javier. He is distantly aware that Javier has stopped with his taunting. The only sound either of them makes are low groans and throaty grunts as he pounds into the man beneath him.Â
So absorbed with the immorality and the thrill heâs blind to the rest of the world and the rest of the room.Â
Until the door opens.Â
Joel freezes, his heart dropping into his stomach.Â
Itâs you.Â
You shut the door, locking it, before turning back to face both men. Joelâs mind goes blank. His body is still pressed against Javier, his hands still grip his hips, his body flush against his.Â
For a split second, he thinks he can pull away and cover up the situation somehow, but there is nothing that can explain this away. No excuse. No cover story. His body runs cold, at a loss for words, mouth agape.Â
Then he sees the look on your face.Â
You stand still, like a prey animal caught in the line of sight of two apex predators. You can see the fear in Joelâs eyes, and your heart lurches, aching to comfort him. But the rest of the scene has you stopped in your tracks.Â
Joel sees your eyes widen; your breath is shallow, but thereâs no shock. No confusion or hurt. Just a raw, undeniable hunger. You arenât prey.Â
You stand, taking in the sight of Joel fucking Javier into his desk, and your lips part in a small, breathless sigh.Â
Javier turns to take you in, noticing the shift in the room, but he doesnât pull away either. He is glowing, flashing his teeth with a wicked smile. The locks of hair on his forehead are damp with sweat, and his chest heaves as he remains braced atop the desk across from you.Â
âLook whoâs here to watch. Her own private show.âÂ
Joel swallows hard, still buried deep inside of Javier, his heart races. Adrenaline and arousal tangle together in a haze that leaves him unsure and adrift.Â
You step further into the room, your gaze never leaving Joelâs as you cross the room. Setting down the lunch you brought, you perch on the edge of the chair that sits in front of the desk.Â
âDonât stop,â you encourage.Â
Joel still looks like heâs forgotten how to blink or breathe.Â
âThe deli had a long line, and I couldnât get parking,â you trail off a little breathlessly, watching the confusion on your manâs face.Â
Statuesque and still, Joel is dumbfounded that youâre talking about being late for lunch while heâs balls-deep in the man bent over his desk. Is this real life? Heâs been plagued with dreams of Javier for the last two weeks, waking up hard and sweating. But they werenât like this. None of them were like this.Â
âDonât stop,â you repeat, voice dropping, sultry and encouraging. But heâs still locked in a trance.
âCanât perform for an audience this time?â Javier quips, and Joel can hear the eye roll in his tone.Â
Joel swallows hard, his mind spinning. He doesnât know what to make of this. How to handle the fact that youâre here, watching. But with the heat in your eyes and the lack of surprise, you seem so relaxedâno, youâre enjoying this.Â
That does something to Joel.Â
Something dangerous.Â
The invitation in your eyes sets him off.Â
âShe said donât stop,â Javier continues on, smirking playfully at you, pushing back against Joel.Â
Slowly, Joel regains feeling in his body. His hold on Javier constricting, his breath steadying, âI wonât.â He starts to move again, indulging in the sensation as he slowly drags his cock almost all of the way out before burying himself deep with a harsh snap of his hips. The motion forces a gravelly moan out of Javier that makes your cheeks hot.Â
Joel continues, unhurried, fixed on the expression on your face and the depravity of the situation. You have a sparkle in your eye that heâs familiar with. âYou knew,â Joel states. You nod in affirmation, a grin spreading on your face.Â
âI set it up,â you whisper.Â
Your admission hangs in the air. The sex-filled, debacherously thick air. Joel's remaining hesitance dissipates as it all sinks in. Washing away the fear of being caught or ashamed. He can see the glow on your face, your eyes dark--blown out with lust, wetting your lips as you wait for more. He can ask questions later.Â
For you.Â
He tells himself, dismissing the last of the voices in the back of his mind.Â
You can see the gears turning in Joelâs head before something settles in, and the dark look he gives you makes your body burn up. Joel grunts, and you nearly melt, knees weak at the eroticism. Itâs a good thing youâre seated.Â
Joel slams harder into Javier, giving in to the primal heat driving him forward. Every broken breath from Javier feeds Joelâs growing need. His intensity shoots straight to your core. Your cunt throbs between your legs. You settle back into the chair, savoring the fruits of your labor.Â
Your eyes trail over both men. Itâs better than you couldâve imagined. You only wish youâd been in the room last week. However, getting the details from Javier kept you aching all week, even with Joelâs newly acquired midnight oral fixation.Â
You feel the hungry look on your face, gaze darkening as you marvel at the lewd scene. You donât wait for Joelâs approval. Hand dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, slipping over the seam of your pussy, already needy and wet from the debased view of the two gorgeous men.Â
âOh, shit,â Javierâs eyes nearly roll back as he watches you, eyes flicking from your hand disappearing beneath your shorts and up to your face.Â
Your lips part, arousal flooding your body at the dynamic between both men. You watch them in awe, like your very own porn starring your two favorite men. Itâs indescribably hot to see you Joel so unraveled, his teeth clenched in a feral snarl as he continues. And to see Javier so blissed out beneath him.Â
âShow me,â Joelâs plea sends a tingly thrill down your spine. You remove your hand from between your legs to show off the tips of your fingers, glistening from tracing your slick folds. The way both men are glued to your display gives you a different thrill, something powerful and bright that starts in your chest and flows through your body. âShow me everything, baby,â his gruff voice is irrefutable.Â
You slip the shorts off, spreading your legs wide and parting yourself boldly to give your men their own private show. You trace your fingers from your entrance to your clit, drawing circles and seeking relief from the pulsing need that has you already feeling precariously close to the edge.Â
Joelâs breath comes in harsh pants now, body slick with sweat. The desk rattles beneath them as he drives into Javier, losing himself in the rhythm, the heat, the friction, and in the sounds Javier makesâthose desperate moans, ragged breaths, the way he was trembling beneath Joel, taking it all.Â
And all the while, Joelâs gaze flicks back to you, watching the way your breath quickens, the way you touch yourself more urgently. Like a live wire had been lit between the three of you, charging the room with an intensity Joel had never felt before.
Youâre spread out in front of both of them, a vision heâll never forget. You freely let out soft whimpers and sweet whines that drive him wild. It all surges through Joel like a fever, threatening to consume him and driving him harder into Javier, who lets out a strangled moan.Â
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you sound frustrated. âYou have no idea how fucking hot you are like thisâshit.â You watch them with rapt attention, your hand moving quickly between your legs as you touch yourself. Joel can hear the soft, slick sounds of your fingers working and can see the way your body shivers with the same need that builds inside both men.Â
Your soft moans fill the room, blending with Javierâs broken gasps and Joelâs deep, gruff groans, creating a symphony of debased pleasure.Â
âLetâs see,â Joel encourages you in a hoarse voice. You can feel all of the need radiating from both men, itâs salacious and empowering. Joelâs gaze stays on you as he pounds into Javier, watching as you arch your back slightly, fingers working faster. Your parted lips and breathless noises make Joelâs pulse pike.Â
âIâm gonna come,â You canât stop drawing out deep and bright waves of pleasure as your eyes dance in a flurry between Joel and Javier, taking in every detail. You can vaguely hear Joelâs praise as you work through the sensations. Panting shallowly, youâre fixed back on them as you start to relax.Â
Joelâs cock throbs inside Javier as he watches you, and for a brief moment, his rhythm falters, overwhelmed by how much it was turning him on to see you like this, to know you were getting off watching him like this.Â
Having caught on to Joelâs shift in focus, Javier lets out a choppy laugh. His own voice cracks with need. âShe likes watching you fuck me,â he says, his words slurred with pleasure. âLook at her,â he begs in earnest.Â
âShut up,â Joel grits out.Â
But Javier only laughs again, his voice still jagged. âCanât blame her,â he continues, testing Joelâs patience. âTold you already, that sexy angry look you getââÂ
Joel doesnât let him finish. He slams forward, thrusting into him deep and hard. Cutting Javierâs words off with a loud, choked moan. âTalk too fuckinâ much,â Joel spits out roughly as he leans over, his chest pressing against Javierâs back.Â
Joel catches the telltale hitch in Javierâs breath, the sharp, desperate moan that slipped from his lips as his need builds, coiling tight in his gut. He slides a hand over the curve of Javierâs ass, snaking around his hip, tracing over the curls at the base of his cock, and finally wrapping his fingers around his length.Â
Javierâs entire body jolts, clenching tightly around Joel at the contact. Joel strokes Javierâs cock firmly, matching the rhythm of his own thrusting. He revels in the delicious sensation of Javier tensing beneath him, and his breath catches in his throat.Â
The display of dominance and ego keeps you enthralled. Skin ablaze as you can barely keep up with the intensity of the two of them. You sink two fingers into your throbbing cunt, aching to feel filled and as wrecked as Javier seems.Â
Javierâs body clenches tightly around Joel as he watches you come in front of them, for them, but Joel isnât about to stop. âYou,â Joel growls as he pulls Javierâs head back just enough to hear him better. âYouâre next.âÂ
âJustâfuck,â Javier groans, hips pushing back to meet every thrust, practically vibrating under Joel, the usual cockiness faltering and replaced with something more intimate. âDonât stop.âÂ
Grinning through clenched teeth, leaning forward, breath hot against Javierâs ear, Joelâs voice is velvety smooth, âI know.âÂ
âYou gonna come for me?â Joel asks, his fist tightening as he jerks Javierâs cock, his other hand holding him steady by the hips.Â
âPlease,â you add, desperate to see them fall apart.Â
âYouââ Javierâs head drops forward, his voice a ragged gasp. He canât finish the sentence as Joel slams forward, his hand moving faster and harder as he feels Javierâs cock pulsing in his grip.Â
âCome on,â Joel taunts now, rough and demanding. âDo as youâre told for once, Javier, come for me.âÂ
And with a sharp gasp and cry, Javierâs body tenses, his cock jerking in Joelâs hand as he comes. The sheer intensity of his release is all too much.Â
Javier slumps forward, panting and spent, Joelâs gaze shoots back to you. The sight of youâthe way you are losing yourself in watching themâmakes Joelâs entire body light up with a new intensity.Â
You let out another soft groan, your gaze locked on Joelâs as you touch yourself, your fingers glossy with slick arousal. âFuck, Joel,â you whisper. âPlease.âÂ
His body reacts immediately to the sound of your voice, the sight of you so undone, and he knows heâs close. He can feel the way his cock throbs inside of Javier, the heat of his release building in his gut, tightening with every rough movement. But this. Having you here, watching pushes him to the edge in a way he hadnât anticipated.Â
Hips stuttering, Joelâs orgasm tears through him. Groaning deep within his chest, his body jerks forward as he comes inside of Javier. His fingers dig so hard into Javierâs hips that he knows heâs going to leave bruises.Â
Javier shudders beneath him, panting, body spent, but still bracing himself against the desk as Joel rides out the last of his release, breath coming in harsh, uneven pants. He looks at you, and a grin spreads on his face. The wrung-out expression really does it for you.Â
Your eyes are half-lidded, face hot with arousal, fingers desperately reaching for the sensitive spot inside your cunt that Joel reaches with ease. Both menâs dark eyes rake over your body, spurring you on. Writhing under your own hands and their heady expressions.Â
âGoddamn,â Javier breathes raggedly, but his tone is laced with admiration as he watches you. It makes you glow. âSo pretty like that.â You moan louder, body arching as you ride the edge of your release.Â
âSuch a good girl,â Joel says. âCome for us.âÂ
With a shattered breath, you comeâmoans filling the room as your core contacts in waves. Until youâre cursing and panting softly. Letting the praise flowing from Joel and Javier wash over you. You giggle softly, acknowledging you feel more cockdrunk than the two of them look despite only watching.Â
You feel a warmth settling between the three of you.Â
It makes your limbs feel loose and floaty as you smile lazily, watching both men tuck their softening cocks back into their jeans. You swell with pride. For your own luck, snagging two incredibly gorgeous men. And for successfully executing your plan.Â
You know thereâs more work to do. You catch the awkward pauses and shuffling, but you can only allow your heart to swell as Joel helps you to your feet as if your legs stopped working. A deep-seated contentment unfurls in your chest when his arms wrap around you. And when he releases you, watching as you pull Javier towards you, you remain hopeful.Â
Youâve got more in mind for your two Texans.Â
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i finished reading krakoa era and comic cherik are amazing SO i wanted to ask do you have any favorite issues/series i still don't really remember how to call it where cherik are also cool?? some iconis comic moments with them maybe??
im FARRR from finishing all of krakoa (ive probably barely even made a dent in this series), though i do think following the HoX + PoX issues themselves are great if we're talkin cherik-focused issues/books. i already said one of my fave aspects of cherik is their moments working together, so having a whole Omnibus dedicated to them Working Together and trusting each other (bonus points for Protective Erik with the Something Sinister bit) is already guaranteeing a sure spot in my Faves collection
one of my fave cool moments i've read so far- which is a moment i wager a lot of people can agree is Sick As Hell Visually if i may be so daring- is ABSOLUTELY this sequence from Inferno #4
any time erik and charles get to do some bamf shit together it is IMMEDIATELY peak to me this cannot be disputed and i'd be lying if i didn't say i bought this run solely for this moment here (ignore the fact they fumble this fight horribly that dont matter they looked cool as hell for five seconds !!!!!!!!!!!)
i can't wait to read more and find even more moments i love and want to tape to my eyelids <3 !!
#snap chats#outside of cherik tho i think my favorite run So Far is Way of X. if anyone cares vjelkjaklej#i just like how they bothered to question the rules they set up. also kurt's here :) and onslaught :) and david !!!!!!#if anyone is DOUBLY curious as to what ive read so far ... gimme a minute to look at my shelf#Krakoa Wise ive read HoX/FoX | WoX + Onslaught Revelation | Trial of Magneto | Inferno | Resurrection of Magneto#ive read through that one (1) wolverine issue but i know my ass is gonna be super lazy to read the whole run . as of now..#i'm gonna read through Legion of X later this week ....#issues i have next on my To Read list were AXE Judgment | Sins of Sinister | Hellfire Gala + some non krakoa stuff#if you guys have any recs on which issues i should check out next please let me know !!!!!!#i hope to read most- if not all- krakoa someday but if theres some stuff you think id really like id love to hear bout it :]#anyways i forgot i was going to go eat LMAO thank you for the question !!!!#i hope to revisit this question in the future with a lot more examples to pull from cause i already love what i see now#im gonna go eat now tho i got distracted answering this vjLKVJALJ
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Billy background
Ok so thanks to chapter 4 we got some background on Billy now and like I promised here are some of the many pictures I took about it, (it took me an hour just to get through it all because I legit took a picture of almost pratically all dialogue but I'll spare you all the details and just jump straight into it) and some more.
The Sons of Calydon just straight up trust Billy with their truck and their freaking bangboo for starters because he used to work for them, surprise surprise, we all thought so from the beginning and we were right. Still the fact that they are on good terms enough for that kind of job already warms my heart a lot you have no idea.
What fate are we talking about exactly? Why did you leave? You seemed pretty well liked, I don't get it. I need more information, you are being so vague about the details it drives me nuts, still love you though, but dang you will make me work to get your secrets won't you? Fine, that just makes you even more interesting in my eyes. ^^
Just like that Billy you just saved us a lot of trouble I feel. I bet Nicole was so relieved.
So you talked to Lucy then, must have been interesting.
Well, since you are the messenger it would be rude to decline their offer.
Wow, you really just follow orders to the tee and Nicole cares enough to actually be willing to let go of the case if we refuse, dang the honor code is strong with The Cunning Hares. ^^ Don't worry my dear I want Perlman in jail as much as you guys do so we'll go meet them~.
So you are doing a side job for a few days for them and Nicole is letting you, good for you my man. Wait does that means that Red Moccus actually is staying with you and the Cunning Hares for the next few days? Wild. I bet Amillion was thrilled.
Dang, I guess Nicole is mad that you let Perlman get away right under your nose, don't worry I'll make sure that we get him back so that you get paid. I do hope that Nicole would still actually pay you even if you did let him go considering the sole reason why she, Anby and Nekomata are still alive was because you were there to help Lycaon climb aboard to save everyone so I do hope she will go easy on you.
Sibling concern as usual, fortunatly~
No dice on what was my answer, right? ^^
My thoughts exactly, pretty nice to see that out of the Cunning Hares Billy seems to be the only one who could still go back to people and friends he knew if it came to that, even if he doesn't seem interested in going back for some reason.
Yeah, if you're friends with Billy that automatically makes you friends with the Sons of Calydon, hell yeah! They aren't even mad that they had to rescue us and that Billy left them all that time ago, this is how you leave groups people, on good terms, take notes y'all. Caesar is so wholesome.
On the other hand, why are these the only options available after this wholesome dialogue, hoyo do you want us to have a problem being friends with Billy despite me already having maxed his trust, or make us tsunderes? Stop making me insult my boy please!
That ain't convincing very much Belle but I feared the other possible answer too much so sorry about that Billy you are still my favorite character in the game and Hoyo will never make me dislike you, try all you want he's still gonna be in my heart forever.
That one question I've been waiting for is finally here!!!
This. I straight up swear, while the Cunning Hares are a found family, you don't see Nicole and Anby calling Billy "bro", the Sons on another hand do. I keep hearing Anby saying "I got you sis" refering to Nicole in battle, and telling Billy to get some repairs while she's switching with him.
I would like to highlight that Caesar is saying that even if Billy has left the gang for a while so I guess he still has the title even if he isn't with them anymore, guess that means that if he ever leaves the Cunning Hares he can just go back to the Sons and get back his title and nobody will protest.
So Billy had a pretty big job in the Sons, neat. With all the responsabilities and stress that comes with it. Interesting~
Lighter having Billy has a rival, he also calls Billy his predecessor, meaning Billy had the position first and then it went to Lighter I guess. Lighter saw Billy in action and found him worthy of being his rival. Also that last sentence makes me thinks that Lighter forgot that Billy was literally made for battle, he's an Intelligent Tactical Unit, a battle android, he was made to fight so of course his combat skills are something else. But I really am tempted to pull Lighter just to have a few more info on Billy, given he seems interested in a duel with him and admires him, it seems legit that he might talk about him in some of his trust events, I sure hope so at least, because I will be very disappointed with Hoyo otherwise.
Again Hoyo, stop dissing my boy when others are praising him, like I know we might be used to the goofy side of Billy but like we also go on commission with him and the Cunning Hares a lot so surely we would be used to seeing him in action by now shouldn't we and like we are proxies not fighters we legit have no room to talk Billy is the one going in the Hollows risking his life we just give him the directions and the exit but if Eous is damaged we'll be safe at home, while Billy won't, so can we just stop with dissing him already? Please and thank you.
Going by that comment I assume Billy used to behave a lot more differently in the Sons than how he is now, but it does beg the question of how much drastic the change was, I mean an entire freaking gang of thugs ran away from him when they recognized him, so he must have been pretty scary and intimidating back then, but now he seems to look back on that side of him with a bit of shame? Anyway seems like he's pretty happy with his life with the Cunning Hares according to Lighter, being his dream life, which again, good for him this is wholesome on so many levels. ^^
Finally done, this took a while. I got fed with Caesar and Lighter happily providing info on Billy, but I still need more!
Still it was all very interesting, I will stay on the lookout for more info on Billy, feel free to also come at me with what you find about him too, or just talk about him, or gush about him, or shoot me your headcanons too, I will talk about him forever. ^^
#zzz#zenless zone zero#billy kid#zzz billy#billy zzz#cunning hares#sons of calydon#zzz sons of calydon#zzz cunning hares#zzz belle#zzz wise#zzz caesar king#caesar king#lighter#zzz lighter#gimme more billy history please#my boy is more interesting the more i learn about him
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Iâve never watched Jujutsu Kaisen but I canât believe the thing that convinced me was not
Gojo Satoru (nor his homoerotic tension with his dead best friend)
But instead the protagonistâs birth origin story between a monster and their dedicated malewife monsterfucker of a husband as one of the unforgivable crimes against humanity (affectionate).
#i want all the eldritch horror romance#will literally watch this show for eldritch romance fuckery of yuujiâs parents#gimme the mindgames#more psychological horror please#kenjaku#jjk kenjaku#itadori kaori#itadori jin#itadori yuuji#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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