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A Detailed Study On How Good Are Flannel Shirts For Hiking
If you flip through an outdoorsy magazine, you might think that a flannel shirt is synonymous with hiking as they are often filled with images of strong.
#flannel shirts for hiking#flannel shirts uk#how good are flannel shirts#how good are flannel shirts in hiking#oversized flannel shirt for hiking
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Charlie at 14 years old!
#i guess this is for my good au#as that is the only au where he'd be happy to be alive#BUT she has a luna moth on his shirt!!#and yes she does have a black and white belt and black and white strips in his hair#I like them#but those are the same cat ears she's had since he was little - hence why they're faded#she also added a piercing to them#the half-heart necklace is also a bracelet here because he kept chewing on it and Henry decided to try and stop it (it doesn't work)#She is suppose to have a flannel still but I could't get it how I wanted and couldn't find a reference picture (half on half off)
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thinking of my dad saying âdo you think you have to look ugly to be a lesbianâ and me just standing there because it came out of no where
#how I dress and look and being âuglyâ has nothing to do with anything I hate you dude#The obsession with how I dress and present myself is so fucking weird who cares if I look like a fag or a lesbian thatâs preferred actually#I feel good in my flannels and jeans and shirts like Iâm not even dressing weird Iâm just not dressing like my mom and more like him. ugh.#Iâm also fat so oooo ooops!!! If Iâm not fem Iâm soooo ugly and homeless looking ooooođ˘đ˘đ˘đ˘#I hope I look ugly to you and like a catch to someone else people love ugly bitches. Fuck you#sorry . normalđ#f slur
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yes.
as someone who's done the kind of jobs/classes/etc where you wear jeans, get FILTHY and fall into bed at night without changing your clothes
you do not wear the same jeans twice. you can wear two identical pairs of jeans. you can wear jeans from two days ago that havent been washed
but you do NOT
WEAR THE SAME JEANS TWICE
you JUST sweated into those. they're STILL STICKY. even if you only have two pairs, take off the current pair, and throw it on the AC unit or over the towel rack or something to air out. wear those tomorrow.
listen i've accepted dean winchester sleeping fully clothed and occasionally wearing shoes on top the covers for six seasons now as a fact of the hunting life and possibly symbolic of his constant existence in a state of Fight but I just watched s6 ep8 and dean (who has just woken up on top the covers wearing JEANS) tells sam to "let him get dressed first" DRESSED??? IN WHAT??? YOUR OTHER JEANS???
#just conservation corps things#spn#Weirdly Specific And Relevant Experiences#flannels are opposite: you can wear the same flannel up to 3-5 days in a row depending on how dirty you get#but then you HAVE to at least rinse it before its decent again#I don't know why. thats just the rules#t shirts/tank tops can be worn twice in a row. after that its Jeans Rules. after 4 total wears WASH IT.#the limit for how many times you can wear jeans before washing them is like... sanely its 3. if you're desperate its 7.#underwear is daily#socks are uhhhhh Whatever. if they're not wet or stinky its fine#fresh socks are for looking good wherever you're going.
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Feels Like Home
[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You decide to take it upon yourself to become best friends with Wadeâs new grumpy addition to the family (much to Loganâs dismay).
WC: 2453
Category: Fluff, Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Logan trope {TW: Bar Fight, Handsy Drunk Dude, Mentions of Blood + Bruising}.
[Dedicated to: @iluvloganhowlett] I finished it for you!! (Iâm shocked at the speed too donât worry đ). Hopefully this fluffiness will help add onto the low supply out there.
And incase anyone hasnât seen it yet: DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
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Youâve always had a keen eye when it came to others. Itâs mostly why you and Wade get along so well; youâre the one person who can see straight through him. And while it means you are very close, it also meant that you can easily tell when something is going on with someone you don't know that well, like the tall, brooding man named Logan, who had just joined the club of misfits.
You could tell by the way he carried himself that he had been through hell and back. He was quiet, grumpy, and had a tendency to snap at Wade, which, most of the time, was a well-deserved snapping.
You could also tell that there was more to him. He wasn't just a grumpy guy; there was something about him that made you want to be his friend. Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes, or maybe it was how lonely he looked.
Either way, you knew he was in need of a good friend, and you wanted to be that friend. Not a pestering one like Wade, but the kind of friend that just makes you feel a bit better.
So, when you spotted him, downing glass after glass of whiskey for the third day in a row, you just knew you had to help.
And he hated it. Oh, man, he absolutely hated it. You were such a happy ray of sunshine, always smiling, always laughing. He found it so fucking annoying. He couldn't deal with you and your constant positivity. It was like you were the PG-13 version of the breathing ballsack next to you.
But you wouldn't give up. Every time you saw him, you would try to cheer him up by making silly jokes, giving him small gifts, or even just sending him encouraging smiles.
He didn't want any of it, but it seemed you were too stubborn to listen. Every small note youâd given him was left crinkled in the trash; every gift was placed away without ever being touched. Your smile never got a response.
That is, until one day, as you walked by him, he mumbled something that almost made you trip over.
"Thanks."
You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him, a look of disbelief on your face. You had tried so hard to cheer him up for the past few weeks, and this was the only thing you got from him? You couldn't believe it.
You had spent so much time and effort trying to make him feel better, and this was all he could say to you?
You wanted to hug him. To scream to the skies and celebrate that he finally accepted your kindness.
You held the restraint to do so, though. You didnât want to cause him to close off again, and so instead, you sent him a soft smile, and a small nod, before you resumed walking (running) to your friends.
The next day, however, you were met with the biggest surprise of your life.
Logan was sitting at the bar, drinking. He didn't look too different, still dressed in his trademark blue jeans and flannel shirt, but his face was still holding that sadness you had grown used to seeing on him.
You walked over to him and sat down beside him, that classic smile of yours plastered on your face.
"Hi!"
He groaned. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope!" You replied cheerfully, popping the 'p.'
He grumbled under his breath and downed the last of his drink, signaling to the bartender for another.
"Come on, Wolvie," you said, nudging his shoulder. "Lighten up. Life's not that bad, is it?"
He turned to glare at you, his dark brown eyes piercing into yours. "It's Logan," he said, his voice a low growl.
You shrugged and leaned closer to him, propping your elbow on the counter. This was the usual partâthe part where he would give vocal responses while you carried on your one-sided conversation with him.
The difference this time, the surprise of it all, was when a person approached the both of you. Mind you, a very drunk person.
"Heyyyyy, baby girl," he slurred, his hand landing on your shoulder.
You turned to him, and he was looking you up and down with that gaze you knew had only one intention. You still smiled, though, and politely moved his hand off your shoulder.
"Uh, hi?" You answered unsurely.
He slammed his elbow on the counter, his palm on his fist. "You are gorgeous," he commented, and you had to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in your throat.
"Thank you," you chuckled.
Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you paid him no mind. Usual behavior from him, nothing new.
"No, really," the stranger continued, moving his arm around your shoulders, "I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Well, I'm glad you think so," you answered, still chuckling. "But, I think you're a little drunk."
"Drunk on love," he responded, "Say, wanna get out of here? I'll show you a real good time."
Here comes the awkward part, you thought.
You shook your head, and removed his arm from around your shoulders. "Thank you for⌠uh, the kind offer," you answered, "But, no, thank you."
You expected him to shrug it off and leave or to just be a dick, as many drunken guys are. But no, this guy did not know how to take a hint.
Instead, he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer to him, his free hand moving down your waist. "Come on, baby," he said, his words slurring. "You know you want to."
You sighed. You were really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this.
You were about to speak, to politely, yet firmly, tell him to leave you alone, but before you could open your mouth, a gruff voice beat you to it.
"She said no,"
He didnât even look at the man or you. His eyes were still fixated on the counter as if he was talking to his glass, but he had turned his head a bit to the side so that you could hear him clearly.
The drunk stranger was startled by the sudden intervention. He let go of you and looked over at Logan, confusion clear in his face.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"Does it matter?" Logan grumbled.
"Yeah, it does," the stranger retorted, his slurring voice suddenly getting serious. "If I'm gonna be having fun, I don't want an audience."
Oh, how you hated confrontations.
Logan just scoffed with a slight hint of a smile, shaking his head as he still refused to turn around.
"Trust me, pal," he replied, "I ain't interested in watching you do anything."
"Good." He went back to his obnoxious grin, now directing his attention back to you. Oh, man, he was an eyesore.
"So, how about it, beautiful? Wanna head somewhere else?" He slurred.
You were about to reply, again, with a polite rejection, but your shoulder was being grabbed at again, and if it wasnât for the small training session that Colossus had put you through, you were sure you would have lost your footing.
"Can you let go of me, please?" You asked politely, but the man was a brick wall.
"Nah, sweetheart," he shook his head, and the movement was so intense, you could almost hear the alcohol sloshing around in his head, "You're comin' with me. Trust me, youâll be perfectly taken care of."
That was when the sound of glass slamming against the counter reached your ears, and you didn't have to see the source of the sound to know it was Mr. Grumps.
What you struggled for what seemed like an eternity, he took that needy arm away from your shoulders within a fraction of a second. It was almost shocking how quick he was, but then again, you knew what he was capable of.
With you safe against the counter, Logan turned to face the stranger, his face still showing that same neutral expression as before, though his eyes held an intensity that made the man flinch.
Normal people would believe he had the patience of a saint. But you werenât a normal person. You knew this was dangerously close to making him lose it.
"Uh, Logan⌠maybe we shouldâ"
But your words fell on deaf ears. The only thing that Logan could hear was the weak excuses the guy was trying to give as he tried to pull his hand from the tight grasp Logan had it in.
"Hey, man," he stuttered, his words slurring as the panic set in, "Whatâs your problem? Let go of me!
But Logan had no intentions of doing so. He held the stranger's arm firmly, his grip growing tighter until he could hear a small crack coming from the guy's bones.
"What's your damage, huh?" the guy continued, trying his best to keep his voice from breaking. "It's just a little fun, right, baby?"
You cringed as his eyes fell back onto you, and the pleading tone of his voice was beginning to make your skin crawl.
"Look, uh," you started, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I don't thinkâ"
"Listen," the man continued, and your eyes fell shut. God, he was just not going to stop. "Maybe you can join us? Huh, big boy? Thatâs what it is, right? You want her all for yourself?"
Uh, oh.
"Logan, donâtâ"
It was too late. He had already snapped, and with a grunt, he pulled the man closer to him, his other hand forming a fist around his shirt.
"Wanna say that again?" He growled. "Do it. I dare you."
The man was trembling in his grasp, but he was clearly too drunk to understand the danger he was in.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you her boyfriend?" He taunted, and the fact that he had the guts to do so while his hand was in a painful hold was astonishing, even for you. "Or are you just some guy with a crush? Cause, honestly, it's pretty pathetic. You can't even ask her out."
His words had Logan seeing red, and before you could do anything, the guy was pushed away and was about to be on the receiving end of one of the strongest punches you've ever seen.
So, riskily, to protect yourself and him from being thrown out of his favorite place, you jumped off the stool and slid in between them as he launched his punch, just stopping inches away from your face.
"Please," you said, your palms up and in front of you, as if that would do anything to stop the rage he was feeling, "Please, calm down."
"Calm down?" He repeated, his voice rising. "Are you kidding me?"
"You need to let it go," you told him. "He's drunk, Logan. He doesn't know what he's saying."
"And, what," he retorted, his anger slowly fading away, "Does it look like I give a single fuck about that?"
You sighed, your eyes meeting his, and that was enough for him to finally give in. His clenched fist dropped, and he released a frustrated sigh.
The dude behind you started laughing, his voice sounding as if he was trying to make fun of a fight scene.
"So," he chuckled, "That's it, huh? You're not gonna do shit? Youâre just as pathetic as aâ"
He gently moved you aside, and in an instant, the man was lying on the floor with a bloody nose, a black eye, and a few broken ribs.
You could only hold your head in your hands, knowing very well the mess you were about to have to deal with.
And it didn't take long.
As soon as Logan stepped away from the drunk idiot, security was on him, grabbing his arms and restraining him. He couldnât care less, though, as he held a sadistic grin on his face, pleased with his work while being escorted out.
And, so, there, the two of you were on the steps of the apartment building. You, holding your hands in your lap, and he, staring up at the night sky.
The air was warm, the city lights were dim, and the sky was covered in clouds. There was an odd silence between the two of you, which wasnât really all that odd, but the events of the night had changed the atmosphere.
"Thanks," you spoke, breaking the quiet. "For, you know, standing up for me."
"He was a douche," he stated, his voice gruff. "Someone had to send that fucktart crying home to mommy."
"You shouldnât have done that, though," you told him. "Now, youâre probably banned from the bar. I know it's your favorite."
"Eh," he shrugged, "Booze is booze. There are plenty more places to get drunk."
You didn't respond. Instead, you focused your attention on the small bugs flying around the dim light next to the door.
"You shouldn't be thanking me, anyway," he continued, turning to you. That was new. "I should be the one thanking you."
You looked at him, your brows furrowed. This whole conversation was getting weird. "Uh, what for?" You asked, confused.
"For putting up with me," he replied, shrugging.
"Putting up with you?" You repeated, not understanding. "I don't understand."
"Y'know," he continued, his gruff voice a little less gruff. "Sticking around. Being friendly. Having⌠patience. I can beâŚI can be a real dick. Honestly, I still don't get why you keep trying."
The smile that found its way to your lips waa the most genuine one he's ever seen. Your eyes were full of kindness and understanding, and your lips, which usually held a grin or a smirk, were turned upwards in a soft, gentle smile.
"Logan," you said, your voice low. "You may be a grump, and you might not be the friendliest guy, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve kindness. Everyone deserves that⌠or at least a little bit of it."
He scoffed. "That's funny," he replied, turning his head away.
You furrowed your brows and cocked your head, confused. "What is?" You asked.
"I used to think," he began, "That no one would ever look at me in the way you do. Not after what Iâve done⌠not after what I am."
"You're a good man, Logan," you told him. "You proved who you were when you willingly helped Wade."
"Maybe," he sighed, his gaze meeting yours. "But, there's still a lot you don't know about me. I'm not exactly a knight in shining armor."
"Oh, my dear, Wolvie," you said playfully, leaning closer to him and placing your palm on his shoulder, "You never were."
#logan howlett#wolverine fic#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#wolverine#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#hugh jackman x reader#hugh jackman#deadpool#logan howlett x you#x men x reader#x men fandom#marvel x men#marvel x reader#xmen x reader#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#reader#logan howlett/reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#the worst wolverine#worst wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine spoilers#wolverine imagine#logan howlett imagine#fluff#mega fluff#grumpy x sunshine
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For Cryinâ Out Loud
pairing: post-outbreak! joel miller x afab! reader
how to help the palestinians and what it means to write for the last of us characters
word count: 7.9k
description: living with joel is complicated, especially when you canât sleep due to nightmares. when you find yourself in his bed, you canât help yourself. but joel sure can. give him a day to mull it over.
warnings: pretty slow burn, kinda forced proximity, kinda angsty, unspecified age gap (donât like it, donât read it), joel gives you tons of nicknames (darlinâ, kiddo, etc.), discussions of nightmares and possible mental illnesses, some fluff, reader isnât really described, joel is kinda a gaslighter, heâs also a bit pervy, unprotected p in v (wrap it yâall), oral (f! receiving), dirty talk, joel like worships you!!!!!, joel licks his fingers clean, giving genitalia pronouns, joelâs a big boy. think thatâs it. lemme know what I missed!
authorâs note: I really enjoyed writing this. the idea is pretty simple but I love domestic jackson!joel. I promise iâll try to switch it up soon and write something that isnât jackson!era lol. support your fav fics by reblogging and commenting!! thanks love ya <3
For some reason, you always find yourself standing at the threshold of the front door when you cannot sleep.Â
The air was especially brisk tonight. You wrapped yourself in a gray chunky sweater you found in the lost and found in Jacksonâs thrift store, hoping to regain some warmth. Your bed may have been comfortable, but it was the place where nightmares usually plagued you.Â
It was too late to be awake, and you knew that if you were caught, you would hear it from Joel. He always reprimanded you. Every time he caught you up late, it was like your father woke up and found your hand in the cookie jar.Â
The dynamic between you two had changed since arriving in Jackson, and you almost resented him for it. When it was just you, him, and Ellie, you were managing a family unit. Joel was always the protective father, you being the mom or the voice of reason, and Ellie being chaos.Â
When Ellie and Joelâs relationship shifted, he took on a fatherly role for you. It bothered you. A lot.Â
In a moment of contemplation, you hear footsteps coming down the steps behind you.Â
Heâs wearing flannel pajama pants and no shirt, his hairy tummy something you did not see often.Â
âWhat are you doing awake?â He questions, his voice groggy with a twinge of annoyance.Â
You do not feel like explaining yourself, but you knew you wouldnât be able to get out of this situation without a justification.Â
You huff, leaning your back against the door frame so you can get a full look at the broad man. âCanât sleep. Thought staring into the darkness would help.â
He grunts, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. âHowâs that workinâ for you, sweetheart?â
You could not close your eyes without the haunting dreams that seemed lively and so real. Every night, you had the same recurring ones. You were being chased, hunted, or murdered. Or all of the above. You would wake in a cold sweat, not wanting to shut your eyelids ever again.Â
âHm,â You say, staring back outside for a brief moment, ââWas better when you werenât looking over my shoulder.â
He chuckles, âGet back to bed.â
âI canât, Joel.â
âYou can and will. Youâre no good when youâre tired.â
âIf I close my eyes, Joel, I will just have the same goddamn nightmares I have every night. And I will end up doing what Iâm doing now, which is trying to get some fresh air to forget them.â
âYouâre not gonna forget âem with some fresh air. You just need to⌠get over them.â
The breeze picks up as soon as he says it, almost like the world knew the tension would have to be broken with some frigid air. You retort with, âAnd how do you get over yours?â
"I just accept them," he says, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "I don't have time to dwell on them. There's always more important things to worry about."
"I'm more tired in the morning when I just endure them." You explain, trying not to cry about it. But you are so sick of them. The same thing every night.
âI get it. One day they will subside, Iâm sure of it. But for now, you gotta-â
You just want him to shut up. At the same time, your mind is trying to remember the last time you did not have a nightmare. The memory makes your stomach churn. âYou remember that one time we were forced to share that sleeping bag? Back in Pittsburgh?â
âYeah,â His tone was wary, âWhat about it?â
"That was the first night I didn't have it." You explain, your voice a bit shaking at the insinuation. You donât want to face the fact that Joel, the man that you have known for going on 10 years, kept your nightmares at bay. The same man who continuously rejected you and told you that he was old enough to be your dad. The same man that told you no, I donât like you like that. I never will. That Joel.Â
âAnd? Why are you bringing this up now?â
"Because every night I go to my bed and I'm forced to face them alone. When you were there... they didn't even bother holding my mind hostage.â
He took another step closer, closing some of the distance between you two. He towers over you and you canât help but stare up at him in awe. Joel has always been a complicated part of your life. You consider him your sexual awakening, honestly, but he will never ever know that. Over the years, heâs only gotten more handsome.Â
But now, he has a curious expression written all over his face.
"Are you saying you want to share a bed with me?" he asks, his voice gruff and low.
You suck in a deep breath, not wanting to answer. You knew that was stepping over a boundary for Joel. He liked his space. He didnât like you impeding on that space, especially. Your bedroom was the furthest away from his for a reason.
"I don't know." You manage to say.
Joel's gaze darkened, his expression was completely unreadable. You wish you could read his mind, but you should be grateful you can not.Â
Because in Joelâs mind, heâs trying to formulate a way to convince you to stay away from him altogether. The wall he has built over the last decade was intentional. He did not want to hurt you any further. He already knew you had feelings for him, but he was an old man. He did not want to drag you into his mess, all the baggage he carried. He looked after you, he shared a home with you, and thatâs it. Strictly platonic.Â
He shifted on his feet a little, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You shook like a little leaf.
"You don't know?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble.
You nod, "I don't know if I want that."
You do want that. But you want more, too. You knew you would be playing with fire. You would just be disappointed.Â
Joelâs temptations are buried deep but they still fester every now and again. Some days he would catch a glance at you getting dressed in the crack of your door and have to take a cold shower. As soon as he felt those emotions bubble in his chest, he would try to distract himself. Maybe he would take a longer patrol. Maybe he would go to the Tipsy Bison and try to find a woman to take home. That one never really worked.Â
âWell, what do you want then? Because standinâ at the door and letting all the cold air in ainât gonna work for me or you.â
You look down at your picked-over fingernails and contemplate your next sentence. You don't want to be heartbroken in the morning when you wake up and he's there sleeping peacefully next to you and you're not... his.
"I want to sleep with you."
Joel was not expecting such a blunt response from you, but he appreciated you not beating around the bush about it. He gestures for you to step out of the doorway so he can shut the door, which you do.Â
He looked down at you, his eyes raking over your face, taking in the exhaustion and uncertainty.Â
"You sure?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.
You just nod as he locks the front door. You couldnât believe you were doing this.Â
Joel couldnât believe it either. Maybe it was the tiredness or the instincts he felt to protect you, but he was not mad at the idea of sharing his bed with you.Â
You signal for him to go upstairs, âYou lead the way.â
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Joelâs room was always off-limits to you. So when you step into his small little world, you take it all in.Â
The artwork around the room was mainly nature landscapes. He had a big dresser right at the room's entrance with picture frames of Sarah, Ellie, and other family members. You were even included in one photoâa picture of you and him on some horses from last year.Â
A shirt littered one side of the bed, so you took that as it was probably his side. Unfortunately for you, it was the right side. You felt a pang of guilt realizing you would probably end up restlessly lying in Joelâs bed if you were stuck on the left.Â
Before he can pull back the blanket for himself, you stop him.Â
âUh, can I sleep on that side?â
He completely halts in his motions, turning his head towards you with a blank expression. âMy side? Why?â
You lick your lips, already regretting this whole thing.Â
âBecause I have had this superstition since I was a kid that I could only sleep on the right side of the bed."
Joel wants to laugh, but he doesnât. He can tell you are at war in your head about the question, your expression practically anticipating his rejection.Â
"Superstitions, huh?" he said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips."You and your weird beliefs."
You watch as he crosses to the other side of the bed and lifts the blanket. Is he actually letting you have his side? Maybe he doesnât hate you.Â
âYou could also call it a compulsion, but superstitions seem more fun and less like a mental illness.â
He laughs this time, his deep chuckle making you feel a bit more relaxed about the situation. You did not feel like a burden as much. You walk to the right side and pull back his navy blue sheets and blanket. The spot looks warm and inviting so when you crawl in next to Joel, you start to realize that youâre back in the same situation you were in years ago in that sleeping bag. He was so close and warm and you wanted nothing more but for him to hold you and keep you comfortable.
But then another thing came to mind before you could imagine his arms around you.Â
You usually sleep on your right side or back, but now you don't know what to do because you didn't know how Joel slept.
"Do you sleep on your side or back?"
Joel studies you as you fidget beside him, your uncertainty causing him to smirk slightly. It was almost endearing, seeing you be completely out of control of your surroundings. He remembers back when you were traveling with him you had an obsessive need to straighten up everything before you fell asleep. You had to roll yourself up in your sleeping bag the same way every night.Â
"Usually on my back," he said finally. "But I can sleep on my side, too."
You swallow, trying to picture yourself sleeping. For some reason you felt the urge to have control of the situation, dictating exactly how he has to sleep, too. "Can I... I'll sleep on my side if you can sleep on your back? Is that okay?"
Joel had to suppress a smirk at your request. You knew he was trying to hold back a snarky remark. Instead, he surprises you.
"Sure, you can sleep on your side," he agreed, shifting his body weight onto his back, "ân I'll sleep on my back. No big deal."
You turn to face him, tucking the pillow further under your head. You can tell his eyes are heavy from exhaustion. You know it's time to shut up, to go to sleep, but you feel the need to say something else to him. Sometimes your brain concocts questions and statements and you know you shouldnât say them, but your mouth betrays you. Â
"When was the last time you had a girl in your bed?"
Why the fuck would you ask that? You think to yourself. It fell out of your mouth like drool.
Joel's eyes widened at your blunt question, surprise and a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. You knew he was probably just expecting you to lay here next to him, maybe roll around a bit, then sleep. But instead, itâs an interrogation.
He took a deep breath, his mind rattling around as he tried to think of a response. He didn't want to admit what his genuine answer was to you, but he too could not help himself.
"Why do you want to know that?" he asks, his voice steely.
You hate that he even responded because now you needed to defend yourself.
"I uh, don't know. I don't know why it matters."
Joel chuckled softly, noting that you probably just had a case of word vomit. You always told him you were infamous for putting your foot in your mouth, especially in awkward situations.
"Curiosity got the better of you, huh?" he asks, rubbing his face with his hands. âYou just canât help yourself, sweetheart.â
He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to face you, his gaze studying your expression.
You smirk, grateful that he's letting it slide. When he turns onto his side and he's at eye level with you, your face drops a bit. He is ruining the vision in your head. Heâs throwing a wrench in your plans.
"You're supposed to be on your back, sir."
Joel couldn't help but chuckle softly at your comment. He knew he was supposed to be on his back, but the new angle allowed him to see you better in the faint moonlight.
"Don't worry," he said, a hint of humor in his voice. "I'll turn back over in a minute. Just... enjoying the view for a bit."
You roll your eyes, lifting your hands from under the covers and lightly hitting his arm. You knew he was just fucking with you now.Â
"Okay, for that, I want to know the answer to my stupid question."
Joel let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. He shook his head, amused by your persistence. You start to think about it and you have never really seen him bring anyone home. Maybe it had been a very long time and he was embarrassed.Â
"Alright, alright," he said, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Last time I had a girl in my bed..."
He paused for a moment, his eyes dropping to the covers, his mind racing to find the right words.
"Go on..."
Joel took another deep breath, his voice dropping even lower as he spoke.
"It's been a long time, kiddo," he admitted, his voice pierced with a bit of shame. "Almost ten years, if I'm being honest."
Your eyes widen in surprise. "No way... You've never just... got it on with someone in bed?"
Joel's face flushed with embarrassment at your blunt question, a mix of shock and slight irritation flashing across his eyes.
"Jesus, you really don't hold back, do ya?" he muttered. He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable in a different way. He hadn't expected the conversation to turn so personal, so quickly and he did not want to face you anymore. He was mortified.Â
You mentally slap yourself in the face.
"I'm sorry, I am just tired and delusional. Uh, you don't have to answer that."
Joel could practically feel the humiliation radiating off you and he too felt the exact same way. You knew how to add to an already awkward situation.
"No, no, it's fine," he reassured you, his voice a bit gentler now. "I get it. You're tired, and your filter has taken a backseat."
"Yeah, exactly..."
He shifted on the bed, turning onto his back again, his gaze shifting to the ceiling, avoiding your curious stare.
You could not help but stare at his side profile. A prominent straight nose. His downturned lips are surrounded by some fine lines that show his age. He was a beautiful man now, but you canât help but imagine him back in his 20s. He had to have been a hit with the ladies back then.
Joel could feel your gaze on him, studying his face. And while you were not scrutinizing him, he felt like a commodity in a museum or something. He forced himself to keep his gaze on the ceiling, refusing to meet your eyes.
"So⌠ten years and no sex?â
You could seriously, not help yourself.
"Correct.â He grumbles, still not meeting your stare.
"Damn, Joel." You mutter, adjusting a bit to sit up a little more on your pillow. "I seriously thought you were sleeping around the whole time we have been in Jackson.â
He finally turns your way, a bit of offense on his face. âWhy would you think that?â
You shrug, not wanting to insult him. But thatâs how you formulated your grudge towards him. It was easy to just chalk everything up to problems with random women you have seen around town.Â
âYou just give off the energyâŚâ
âWhat?â
You huff, laying back on the pillow. âI donât know, Joel! I feel like when Iâm around you all the ladies think youâre handsome. They stare.â
âThey are staring because youâre always following me around and we arenât married or⌠together. They think we are odd.âÂ
You had never heard such things around Jackson, but it does sort of make sense. Everyone was probably just confused because you two lived together but were not a couple. You can admit it is bizarre, but it just did not feel like an option any other way, in your mind. So Tommy gave you two a bigger house and you set up separate rooms.Â
But in actuality, Joel secretly told Tommy that he did not want you too far from him. So when Tommy couldnât give you any other houses nearby, Joel just told him that you two would be roommates.
âWell fuck âem.â You mutter, trying not to sound too offended by the thought of people gossiping about you two.
Joel just nods. You settle by tucking your arm under your pillow. You yawn, the exhaustion now taking over your body. You watch Joel grab a pair of reading glasses from the side table and a book. You decide not to bother him, especially because he probably wanted to just read himself to sleep instead of being interrogated by you any further.
You close your eyes and eventually fall asleep. The deeper you get, Joel notices how your breathing pattern changes. When heâs finally ready to get some shut-eye as well, he watches as your body crawls closer to him. Your arm swings over his stomach and rests on his forearm. He is so shocked he does not move a muscle.Â
You adjust some more, not knowing what you are doing. Your leg creeps up and tucks right between his. You snuggle your face right into his chest. The only movement Joel decides to make is slinging his arm over your shoulders to pull you in tighter.Â
Itâs the first time in years that you two slept soundly, with no interruptions. No nightmares, no sudden intrusions, nothing. Silence and snores fill the room and thatâs it.
-
When you wake up, itâs slow and gradual. Your brain hardly computes that youâre laying on top of Joelâs shirtless frame, until your hand runs across his warm tummy.Â
You crook your neck up, looking at the handsome man you are spreading across.Â
His lips are slightly ajar, letting out hardly-there snores. They are so pretty and pink and you cannot help but touch them with feather-like fingertips. You would feel so guilty waking him up-
His eyes slowly open taking notice of your actions even though you tried not to stir him. Your eyes fly open in shock, but he does not seem very annoyed. He smiles.Â
âMorninâ darlinâ,â He says in a deep sleep-laced voice. You smile back at him, loving that he decided to call you the nickname you always got giddy over. You press your fingers into his chest before replying.
âI didnât have a nightmare.â
His hand comes up from your shoulders and tucks some hair behind your ear as he stares down at you, âThatâs good kiddo. Iâm glad you slept well.â
The intimacy is almost too much. The way this is how it would be if you woke up to Joel every morning. It sends your brain into overdrive and you force yourself to ruin it a bit.
âWoulda slept even better if you didnât talk so much in your sleep.â
Joel froze for a moment, his cheeks immediately flushing pink with embarrassment. He sits up a bit more, adjusting to the brighter lighting in his room. He knew he had a problem with talking in his sleep. Ellie used to talk about it all the time. He dreaded hearing what he was saying while curled up next to you.
"Uh... what did I say?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"Something about it felt so good to be pressed up against someone, I don't know..."Â
You could not help yourself and started to laugh. You knew you were going to get a rise out of him.Â
Joel's face flushed an even deeper shade of pink as you started to laugh, clearly amused by your joke. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his mind racing as he tried to come up with an excuse. He was just dreaming, it was not about you.Â
"W-what?" he spluttered out instead of making an excuse. "I didn't... I didn't say anything like that."
You have a shit-eating grin on your face and you press your hands on his chest to prop yourself up. You enjoyed watching him squirm.
Joel's eyes flickered down to your hands on his chest. He sickly thought they felt so right placed there. He imagined what you would look like fully mounting him.Â
He tried to keep his expression neutral, but you could see through his stone-cold exterior.
"You're messing with me, aren't you?" he grumbled, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"Fully fuckin' with you." You giggle, hoping he is not really that mad at you.Â
âYouâre a brat.â
You move your foot slightly, running it up his leg. It sends shockwaves up his body, having you so close and moving around so seamlessly.Â
"No, you said something about how beautiful, alluring, and incredible I am. Said I was the girl of your dreamsâŚ"
"Yeah, right," he said, a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice. "You expect me to believe that?"
"So, you don't believe me?"
"No, I don't believe you," he says, his voice stern but playful. "I think you're a dirty little liar, trying to play me for a fool."
"A dirty little liar, huh? Well, it's good to know that you don't think I'm beautiful, alluring, and incredible." You giggle at his acknowledgment, knowing he caught you red-handed.
"Oh, I never said that," he smirked, a hint of teasing in his voice. "You are all of those things, darlinâ. But you're also a dirty little liar who likes to play games."
"So you think I'm beautiful?" You crack, the biggest smile painted on your face. You donât even care that heâs calling you a liar because it does not matter. Joel thinks you are beautiful.Â
ââCourse I do.â
You push yourself up onto your butt, sitting crisscross next to him. He secretly wishes you were still curled up on top of him.Â
âYou always this nice in the morning?â You ponder, your fingertips starting to toy with the hair on his stomach. He tries not to pay mind to it, letting you have full access to touch him.Â
But itâs driving him insane. The way you look freshly woken up, completely enamored with the idea of him calling you beautiful. You have some puffiness under your eyes and your lips are more swollen than usual.
âI am always nice to you.â
You let out a scoff, âNo, youâre not.â
He notices the shift in your tone and starts to get defensive, âNow youâre just lyinâ.âÂ
Joel always loved to gaslight you in these situations. You knew better than to let him get away with it, especially now. âNo there was that one time you told me you did not like me and that you would never like me. How you are old enough to be my dad-â
âBecause I am!â
And thereâs the wall. The only constant in you twoâs relationship. He was so good at throwing it up when feelings were being expressed. When vulnerability was presented, Joel could not help but reject it.Â
âAnd the worldâs fuckinâ ended, Joel! Big deal!â You almost yell, moving your hands from him.Â
Why does he already miss your hands?
He huffs, crossing his arms over his soft chest. âWe have had this conversation for the last 10 years.âM not sure why we keep rehashing it.â
âAnd every time you turn me down itâs another fuckinâ stab in the heart.â
âYou know why we canât,â He practically growls. You can not stand to even look at him anymore with your bitterness and irritation taking over.Â
âWhatever, Joel.âÂ
As soon as you say it, youâre already leaving his room and heading to your own. When you slam the door, you hope you have made your point. You want to scream and punch a hole in the wall, but instead you just furiously stomp around the room and grab your clothes. You had patrol at noon, so you needed to get to the mess hall before breakfast was over. You try not to cry as you strip down and get dressed.
Joel sits in bed, reeling. He hates that it has become a conversation every six months. He hated that rejecting you always sent you into a spiral of hating him for extended periods. Itâs not that he did not want you, it was simply just not in the cards. He was too old to be in love. He was too old to play house with you. He just could not submit to the idea of leading you on, especially because you had so much more life to live.Â
He finally works up the courage to get out of bed and put on some clothes. He opts for putting on his typical jeans and thick flannel. It was getting colder and he knew by the end of the winter, you would end up with half his flannels anyway, so he had to enjoy them while he had them.Â
You storm downstairs, going to the back door for your boots when you spot him in the kitchen.Â
âYou got pat-â
âYes.â You respond quickly, shoving your foot into your shoes. He stands behind you with a mug full of tea, watching your every move.Â
âWho are you-â
âJesse.â
He was asking his usual questions, which you were not in the mood to answer.Â
âHey, can you-â
You snap your head back at him, giving him the glare you gave him as a warning usually. By now, he takes it as a hint and backs off. But not this time.Â
âCan I what?â
He rolls his eyes, âCan you fuckinâ not be a brat about this?â
You wish your glare came with knives. If that were the case, Joel Miller would be dead on his kitchen floor.Â
You are so thrown off by the question that you just watch him get angrier when you do not respond.Â
âAre you serious, right now?â You press, keeping your voice from cracking.Â
He brings the mug up to his mouth, taking an obnoxious sip. When he pulls the mug away, you notice how steaming it is. âYou always pull this shit-â
âNo, you do! You do this shit to me every fuckinâ time, Joel. You sweet talk me, make me feel comfortable, have me lapping everything up in the palm of your hands, and then you snatch it away. Then have the audacity to get mad at me!â
You are yelling now and it is throwing him off. Joel knows better than to interrupt you like you do to him. You were the kind of person who would calm down if you felt heard.Â
The way he knew you down to your core made this all so painful. Because if he was not so stubborn and true to his convictions, he would have fucked you the moment you touched his lips this morning.Â
âI ainât tryinâ to make this harder than-â âToo fuckinâ late.â
You think back to the moment last night when you knew you were going to hurt your own feelings by sleeping with him. You knew better, yet here you are, still blaming him for your stupidity.
He stands there, still holding his mug, staring you down like a wounded doe who got pierced with an arrow. He feels guilty like he misled you. Before he can say anything, you are lacing up your boots and leaving out the front door without another word.Â
-
All day long, Joel wanders around the house trying to get rid of the pit in his stomach. Nothing works. A shower. Reading a book. Cutting wood. As soon as he tried to use laundry as a distraction, he reached into his hamper and found one of your t-shirts. He held it close and smelled it, trying to wrap his head around how he got here.Â
You spend all day, silently fuming on horseback with Jesse. When he tries to get you to open up, you ice him out and tell him to focus on the trail in front of him.Â
You get back by sundown, the sun setting making it a lot chiller than you expected. You decide to take the long way home, wanting to avoid being home for as long as possible. You were not ready to face Joel, let alone share a space with him. But unfortunately, during your patrol, you fell into some mud and needed a shower. The more time it spent on your clothes and body, the grosser you felt.Â
You open the front door, announcing that you are home. It was a habit you and Joel developed after you both pulled guns on each other during late-night arrivals.Â
You hear Joel mumble something from the living room, but you do not stop to listen and continue on your way upstairs to the bathroom.Â
You strip down as soon as the door is closed, tossing your muddy clothing into a hamper in the corner. You would get them washed and hung as soon as you shower off.Â
You hear Joelâs footsteps creaking around the upstairs hallway as you scrub your body with homemade soap and warm water.Â
When you start to dry yourself off, you hear Joel grunting something in the hallway. You wrap yourself in a towel and peek your head out the door. Heâs on his hands and knees wiping something off the hardwood. âWhatâs goinâ on?â
He looks up at you, your body only covered in a bleach-stained blue towel. It makes his head spin. He canât even be mad that you tracked in mud.Â
He swallows, gripping the cloth heâs using tighter. âYou got mud everywhere.â
You step out, not even really thinking about the fact that you are not properly dressed in front of Joel. You were still mad at him, anyway. Who cares what he thinks?
âSorry, I couldâve cleaned it up.â
He returns to wiping the wood, âItâs fine, I got it, kiddo.â
You accept his response and move on to your room, but the draft you leave behind drifts to Joelâs nostrils. Your soap smells like lavender and it always sends his mind racing when you are fresh from a shower. He clears his throat, trying to get through the emotions filling his chest.Â
But itâs been like this all day. Youâre all around him even when youâre not physically here. How can he get away from you? Why is he trying to run in the first place?
Heâs on his knees in your hallway, cleaning up your mess, sniffing the air you leave behind because heâs fucking in love with you and he cannot help himself anymore.Â
Joel starts to think about how peaceful he felt having you next to him last night and how he would love to feel that way every night. For once heâs not thinking about what everyone else would think. For once heâs thinking selfishly and caving into every desire he has ever pondered about you. How would you feel under him? How would your lips feel pressed against his pulse point?Â
His body was on fire, thinking about you.Â
You are fiddling with some clothes in your dresser after you flick on the overhead light. You do not hear him come into your room behind you.Â
You are so wrapped up in your own thoughts that when he clears his throat to announce heâs in your room, you scream. Loud.Â
âFor cryinâ out loud, woman!âÂ
You grip your towel tighter when you turn and see him standing at your mercy.Â
âJoel, what the fuck?â You yell, gesturing to the fact that you are practically naked. He does not care, of course, and his ears are ringing from your piercing scream. He gathers himself as you shift back, trying to create some distance from him.
He is trying not to gawk at the fact that your grip on the towel against your chest is only pushing up your cleavage. Heâs biting back everything. âCan we talk?â
âTalk about what? The fact you crept into my room when I was trying to change? Are we past boundaries now?âÂ
You are pissed, trying not to rattle off another million things to discuss with him. Heâs only really talking about one thing.Â
He scoffs at your last statement. âBoundaries were already out the window when you crawled into bed with me last night.â
Silence fills the room as you completely stop breathing. The anger you originally felt dissipates.Â
âJoel-â
âI ainât doinâ this back and forth anymore,â He starts shifting in his spot, unsure if he really should be doing this. âI canât live how I've been livinâ. Somethinâs gotta give.â
You furrow your eyebrows, confused.Â
âYou are the one who wonât give, Joel.â
As soon as you say it, he practically drags himself over to you. Completely destitute. You have never seen him look so desperate before. You can tell that heâs been at war with himself ever since you left this morning. His eyes never lied.
His hand creeps up your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake.Â
But then you remember his words from this morning. You start feeling like this is just a moment of weakness for him and that he will regret it later. You had to stop it before it was too late. You did not want to deal with the consequences.Â
âJoel, you said we canât-â
âFuck what I said,â He cuts you off, âDo you want this?â
You stare into those brown eyes, searching for a sign of hesitance. You cannot believe Joel is being this vulnerable with you.Â
But, you do want him. God, you have wanted him so badly for so long. You have searched for him in every man you have ever been with since knowing him.Â
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. He takes note of your parted lips, every word failing you at that moment.
âDarlinâ-â
âYes,â You finally manage. âYes, I do want this.â
Itâs all he needs. He closes the gap between you two by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his space. His lips crash onto yours, not wasting another breath of air waiting to indulge in his sickest fantasies.Â
You are all Joel ever dreamed about. He knew that once he caved and physically gave in, his world would be shot and everything would revolve around you. For years it had been a teetering object on a cliff, one nudge would have him falling. He always managed. But now, he was falling head first.Â
His lips move so perfectly with your own. Your hand released your towel and found the tufts of his curls at the base of his head. You did not care that the article pooled around your feet, leaving you completely bare in front of Joel. You have wanted this all along. To be uncovered, to be stripped down to the rawest form. He broke the kiss briefly just to scan your naked body, his forehead pressed against your own.Â
âFuck, you are so beautiful.â
Your heart stutters as his hand traces your stomach down to your hips, all the way down to your ass. He stops there, grabbing a handful.Â
âI need you,â You choke out before pressing your lips to his over and over again. âRight now.â
He mumbles âjumpâ into your mouth and you do so, his hands working quickly to hike you up onto his waist. He carries you to your bed, wasting no time dropping you onto your back.Â
He cannot get enough of your soft, swollen lips. Every time he pulls away slightly, he dives in again even more aggressively than the last time.Â
You are so hypnotized by the way he feels on top of you. In the light, he seems so much broader than he was last night. Heâs still fully clothed, to your dismay. You start to tug at his shirt, motioning him to remove the articles that are in your way.Â
He throws off his shirt before he stands up at the edge of the bed and pushes down his jeans.Â
âJoel⌠I-â
He just shuts you up with another passionate kiss. Itâs all tongue and teeth like heâs trying to melt into your mouth. Your hands trail up his back, gripping onto his shoulders, holding him down so he is pressing against your nude body.Â
âGod, I have wanted this for so long,â He sputters, trying not to sound too desperate. âBeen wanting this.â
Thatâs when his hand reaches down between your thighs and gathers the wetness your slit has to offer. His fingers dance across it, starting from the top all the way to your spongy entrance.Â
âPlease, Joel.â
He loves the lust-laced tone you speak with when you say his name. It almost makes him cum there and then.Â
You watch as he makes his way down your body, peppering kisses from your shoulder to your hip. When he parts your legs, you feel quite exposed. The adrenaline of being so spread for him manifests into a moan.Â
âYou are divine, baby.â
The use of that adjective is so-not-Joel that it makes you giggle. He notes your reaction and decides to sink down into you. When his mouth gets close to your core, itâs no longer a laughing matter.Â
He uses his fingers again, using them to spread open your pussy lips. He cannot keep his eyes away from how dripping you are. âThis all for me?â
âY-yes, Joel.â
âGod, I was a fuckinâ fool for so long. Couldâve had her earlier and I never fuckinâ caved. Such an idiot.â
Him giving your cunt pronouns was enough to have you throwing your head back and shuttering. His touch was magnetic like he knew exactly what buttons to push as he rubbed his fingers and palm over your core.Â
âYeah, youâve been missinâ out. Every nightâŚâ You swallow before looking down at the man that is enamored with your pussy, âE-every night I would lay in this bed, fuckinâ myself just thinkinâ about you.â
He growls at the statement, before teasingly kissing your clit. âEvery night, hm, kiddo?â
âGod, yes.â
Your eyes squeeze shut as he leans forward more and dives in. His nose is pressed firmly against the top of your pussy, nudging forward every time his tongue enters your hole. When that motion became consistent, you began to note the rumblings in the pit of your stomach. A familiar build-up that you managed to get when you were playing with yourself.Â
His fingers move in tandem with his lips and tongue. While his middle and pointer finger slide in and out of you, his lips wrap around your clit. Itâs overwhelming and all-consuming.Â
You do not know where to center yourself, so your hands grip the bed sheets you were completely soaking as Joel pulls the first orgasm out of you.Â
âThatâs it, baby, sheâs cryinâ for me, hm?â
You hardly make a noise, the orgasm is so earth-shattering that you just writhe on the mattress.Â
âOh my godâŚâ You groan, finally able to catch your breath. When Joel removes his fingers from you, you watch as he slowly brings them up to his lips.
When he inserts them in his mouth, you gawk at him, unsure how to react. He watches your expression and chuckles darkly.
âMm, never seen a man enjoy the taste of ya?â
You shake your head. âNever expected to hear those words leave your mouth, either.â
âWait âtil you hear what else I got to say.â
He stands up beside the bed, grabs your hips, and brings them to the edge. He is tossing you around with ease, bringing your lower body flush with his. He yanks down his briefs, revealing himself to you. You instantly take notice of how well-endowed he is. You never thought you would ever be close to his cock, let alone have it lining up at your entrance.Â
âJoelâŚâ You stop him with your small voice, but still welcoming him in with your legs opened wide, âI donât know if it will fit.â
He grins, âIt will, baby. Just relax for me, okay?â
You watch him slide his member along your center, the feeling so blissfully overstimulating. You whine a bit, raising your hips to his.Â
But Joel continues his torture, enjoying the way youâre squirming under him. The way your eyebrows are knitted together, your eyes shut as you grind up into him. Itâs the prettiest sight.Â
âReady?â
Your eyes fly open as you watch him ease his way into your core, the sound of squelching filling the room. You donât think you have ever been this wet for someone.Â
âOh my fuckinâ god, JoelâŚâ
He smiles as he inches in, âSqueezinâ my cock so good, darlinâ.â
When heâs fully sheathed inside, he tests the waters by drawing out slowly. You roll your hips in a circle, trying to feel out every inch of him. He fits, but you know once he starts to move faster, the stretch will become overwhelming.Â
Heâs trying to focus and not blow his load immediately. You look so beautiful below him, your tits slowly shifting back and forth every time he draws back and forth. He reaches out, wanting to feel the flesh between his fingers. God, he craved every inch of you, he realizes.Â
You open your legs as far as you can, letting him hit you at a different angle. The movement allows him to slip in a bit more seamlessly, so when he speeds up his thrusts, you donât feel like you will completely split in half.Â
He brings your leg up to hips, and feeling your soft delicate skin against him makes him lose all sense. His hips snap faster the more you moan out for him.Â
âFuckinâ Christ, girl. I canât believe I was missinâ out on this cunt,â He babbles, âNeed this cunt every day from now on. Gonna have you all to myself every night.â
You are too fucked out of your mind to read into those implications.
ââM all yours, Joel.â
He smiles, slowing down a bit. âKeep talkinâ like that and âll finish a lot sooner than you.â
You sit up a bit, your eyes flickering over his entire body. He notices you checking out his nude frame, which makes him feel a bit more bold. He leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You love the way his tongue slips into your mouth so effortlessly. When he opens his mouth, his facial hair tickles your nose a bit which makes you smile. When his hips pick back up to a quicker pace, it sends you gasping into his mouth.
âPlease, Joel,â You whine, that familiar build starts up but this time itâs like a freight train. Moving so quickly down every nerve ending in your body. âIâm gonna cum.â
ââM with you, darlinâ. Soak this dick. Iâm right behind ya.â
His dirty talk causes the crash. Your body practically lifts off the mattress. You cry out so loud you are sure a neighbor could hear you. You try to gain your bearings, but you are panting like you just ran a mile.Â
Joel fucks you through it, but the restriction your pussy is putting on his cock sends him over the edge. His hips stutter into yours, his seed emptying into your spent hole. He just keeps repeating your name as his thrusts slow down.
He has never had such a visceral orgasm in his life. His knees are weak and can hardly keep up his weight. He practically falls on top of you, which does not offend you at all. His warm sweaty body on top of you is almost reassuring.Â
âYou okay, kiddo?â He finally mutters as his hot breath fans the nape of your neck. You just nod, bringing your hand up to his salt and pepper hair. You tug lightly, smiling to yourself.Â
âIâm more than okay.â
He finally sits up, his cock spilling out of you as he adjusts his position. Your hole drips a mixture of cum onto your newly clean sheets, but you could care less. Itâs just another thing to hand wash tonight.
Joel stumbles to the middle of the room, picking up your bath towel. He uses it to wipe himself up before coming over to you. Your legs are still slightly apart so he decides to clean you up a bit. Heâs gentle, knowing that you are probably still sensitive.
Once he finishes up, he crawls next to you as you continue to recover. Your bones felt like jello so standing up to adjust yourself was not an option.
So instead of facing him, you stare up at your ceiling fan as his eyes lock onto every detail of your profile. It brings him back to one night you two shared under the stars a couple of years ago. It was his turn to keep watch so you curled up in your sleeping bag by the fire. He admired you from across the flames, the orange hues lit up every angle of your face. It was at that moment that Joel realized that he could not picture his life without you. You had weaseled your way into every facet of his life and he used to resent the impact you had on him. You were younger, more patient but still stubborn like him. You made him laugh, like genuinely laugh, for the first time since the infection. While you may have been a bit impulsive with your emotions, he envied the way you could say exactly what you were thinking.Â
Joel did not want to love you, but it was impossible not to.Â
You finally look over at him, noticing the softness in his gaze.
âAre you okay?â You pose, scrunching your nose.Â
He gives you a toothless smile, his eyes crinkling a bit. âI just canât wait to sleep next to you for the rest of my life.â
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brat! | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joel is having a brat summer.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, drinking of alcohol, smoking of cigarettes, reader wears a dress, heels and lipstick but otherwise no other descriptions, use of pet names, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, manhandling, a little exhibitionism? fingering, choking, spitting, a little dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), cock worship, spanking, degradation (whore, slut), some sub space territory, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), creampie, one use of the word âdaddyâ, no use of y/n
a/n: this was fun! and naughtier than i thought it was gonna be đ iâve never written a reader so far removed from my own personality lol and iâm kind of obsessed with how this turned out. anyways stream brat by charlie xcx and happy reading! <3
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Blitzes of red, green, and blue danced before your eyes. The beating in your temples in tune with the bass vibrating in your chest. Around you the faceless bodies moved in slow motion. The heat rose around you as the sweat clung to your skin.
Youâre sure youâve lost your friends. Well, not lost lost. They were in the dancing crowd somewhere. Behind you, the same ugly guy had been rubbing up against you for a minute too long. You knew because youâd tipped your head back once and his borderline bowl cut hair, polo shirt with deep sweat rings under his arms, and tan chinos, were not it.
His breath stank of tequila when he leaned into your ear, âHey,â he slurred, âwanna get out of here?â
And that had been your cue to leave.
With a scoff, you turned around to get a good look at him. Youâd sized him up, made a show of it, and laughed in his face. Then you pushed your way through the crowd, coming up for air by the bar.
The earlier buzz youâd been sailing on, had weaned off a long time ago. It had been last minute, you werenât even going out tonight, just having dinner with your childhood friends while you were home for the summer. But then one of them had ordered shots for the table just as the last plate had been cleared, and soon you were at the club cruising on a couple of glasses of wine and a lousy shot. Not that it mattered, usually you ended up twirling some sorry man around your finger long enough to get yourself a couple of rounds, before youâd excuse yourself to the ladiesâ room and leave with your friends.
Looking down the bar, you searched for tonightâs victim.
To your right a group of girls huddled around the edge, waiting for their own drinks by the looks of it.
Not them.
Down to your left, a boy with a face full of acne fumbled with his card as he paid for a round of beers. He didnât even look old enough to be in here, but that wasnât your problem. You had to hold back a laugh as you watched him struggle to figure out how to carry the five beers heâd ordered back to his friends. He ended up gathering them in a circle to wrap his hands around, and youâd seen this go wrong plenty of times to feel the pull of an amused smile on your lips.
When heâd vanished into the crowd, your eyes flicked back to the bar, to the man sitting thereâ and he was a man. Probably somewhere in his fifties you reckoned, but he looked gorgeous. A real dilf. Your interest was piqued.
You slid down the bar.
He didnât look particularly amused where he sat at a bar stool, nursing a beer in his hands. Who sits at the bar in the club? He looked nice. Brown hair, dark jeans, and a grey t-shirt stretched deliciously over his chest. When you got closer you could see a flannel resting beside him on the bar.
Is this what older men wear to the club these days?
He didnât seem to notice you as you sat down next to him â either that, or he ignored you. You kinda wished for the latter, it would make it more fun.
You gave him a few more minutes of silence, of your presence, to see if heâd say something to you. When he didnât you asked him over the music, âArenât you gonna buy me a drink?â
You said it innocently, but like it was obvious and he hadnât caught on yet. His head turned towards you, still unamused, but with his eyebrow raised.
Okay, you could work with that.
You didnât say anything as he studied you, drank you in like youâd done to him from afar. You felt his gaze over your clinging dress, your bare shoulders, before they found your eyes.
Something tickled in your core, and you were reminded of how long it had been since youâd been properly fuckedâ fucked by someone who wasnât some drunk guy at your collegeâs parties, but fucked by someone who knew what they were doing.
The man turned towards you; a smile tickling the corner of his mouth.
âDoes that usually work fâyou, sweetheart?â
You werenât expecting his rebuttal, but you liked it. He wasnât some boy whoâd trip over himself for the privilege of being in the presence of you. The boys â they made it too easy â but this man would make you work for it.
Putting on your most saccharine smile you slid closer to him, âYou looked so lonely over hereâ thought Iâd keep you company.â
A scoffing laugh escaped him, and his head dipped, ââs that so?â His eyes found yours again.
âHavenât seen you here before,â you ignored his question, and brushed your heeled foot up the length of his calf.
âAinât ever been here before,â he kept his eyes on your face, his drawl pulling at the words and twisting up your insides.
âSo, a virgin, huh?â you teased, and that seemed to amuse him.
âWhatâ youâre here to pop my cherry?â
This time an amused smile pulled at your face. You liked this man. âNot without a drink first,â your foot slid down his calf, âwhat do you take me for?â
A bright sense of pride filled your chest when you made him laugh, filling you up with confidence.
âDâyou want me to answer that?â he rebutted.
He didnât say it with any malice, it was teasing and playful, and it pulled at the veil inside you. A genuine smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, âProbably not.â
âWhat can I getcha, then, sweetheart?â
âG&T?â you said, and bit down on your bottom lip coquettishly.
Turning away from you, the man got the attention of the bartender. You watched his profile, followed the line of his jaw, the shape of his nose. You decided then and there that your night was gonna end in this manâs bed.
âSooo,â you sang, when youâd gotten your drink, âfirst time here, huh?â The man just nodded, before he sipped his beer. Â
Not much of a talker, huh?
âYou here alone, or? With the wife maybe?â
That pulled a laugh from him. âIâm here with my lilâ brother⌠bachelor party,â he shook his head, like he couldnât believe heâd gotten dragged in here, âheâs gettinâ married next month.â
âAh,â you nodded and took a sip of your drink. âSo, where are you heading next? A strip club?â you teased.
The man just shot you an unimpressed look, and you thought about how youâd never seen a man look so out of place, ever.
âWhat? The wife wonât let you?â
A sharp huff escaped him, âAinât got no wife no more,â he said matter-of-factly.
You took another sip of your drink to hide the smile from forming.
Bingo.
âI take it youâre a man who does what he wants, then?â you said it innocently, and subtly slid your hand over his knee. His eyes caught yours at the touch, and you swore you saw something change in them.
Youâd hooked him now, all you had to do was reel him in.
He turned his body towards you â he did it slowly, like every muscle he moved had been calculated beforehand. Then he leaned in closer, his hot breath huffing against your ear.
âTakes one to know one, ainât that right?â
Under your skin, you buzzed, your heart beating out of your chest at the new proximity. You had to stay cool, play it off, act unbothered. So, you pulled away slightly, and turned your head to meet his eyes.
âWhat?â he challenged with a raise of an eyebrow, âAinât used to people talkinâ back?â
When you didnât say anything right away, a smug grin coated his lips, âYeah, I know girls like you.â
âThereâs no girls like me,â you argued back, his confidence both pissing you off, and turning you on at the same time.
âOh, but there areâ Spoiled daddyâs girls who ainât had anyone tellinâ them no their whole life. They do what they want, and play with who they wantâ I know a brat when I see one.â
Your eyes narrowed at him as he pulled away, that infuriating smug grin not going anywhere. The worst part was that he was right, but you didnât want to give him the satisfaction.
âBut you like that donât you?â you challenged, âI bet you live in some sad house in a sleepy suburban cul-de-sac, go to the same boring job every day, and wish your wife never left you.â
A flash of hurt could be seen across his face as those last words left your lips, and you thought youâd maybe gone too far. A beat of silence passed between you, the buzzing beat of the club music keeping the tune of the tension building.
You were about to apologize when he finally spoke, âYouâre a rude one, arenât ya?â
His voice didnât sound as hurt as youâd thought, and you realize he was playing your game. You almost had him.
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?â you challenged, hammering the final nail in the coffin.
âThat depends on you, sweetheart.â
Outside the club, Joel (the man had finally introduced himself) leaned against the bricks of the alley as you fished a cigarette from your purse. According to your phone, your uber would be there in ten minutes. The fresh air had sobered you up slightly, exchanging the buzzing alcohol in your veins with excitement.
You didnât know what you were in for.
Over your skin, you felt his gaze roll over you, and you let him look. Let him study your body filling out your sheer, white, almost see-through dress. You didnât offer him a cigarette; heâd have to ask for it himself, or take it, if he wanted a drag.
âSo,â you took a drag of your cigarette, savoring the first tar-y breath, before exhaling through your nose, âwhere are you taking me?â
Joel shifted his weight against the bricks as his arms crossed over his wide chest. âWhatchu call it? My sad house?â he said, his voice bordering on cold if it wasnât for the smug smile covering his features.
You gave him a sultry look as you stepped closer, crossing one heeled foot in front of the other, slowly.
âMmm,â you hummed, as you tilted your head with an uninterested face, âSounds fucking boring to me.â Your finger climbed up his chest, eyes traveling from his chest to his face. His stern face gave nothing away, as you took another drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke in his face.
Finally, heâd had enough. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, and tightened, before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. You let out an exaggerated huff as your body hit the bricks, your cigarette slipping from your fingers. He pushed himself up against you, and you couldnât contain the satisfied grin on your face, pleased to have pushed his buttons enough to finally act.
âOh, Iâll show you boring, brat.â
A rough hand danced up the side of your thigh and under the hem of your dress. Challenging him, you squirmed against the grip of his other hand around your wrist.
âNuh-uh,â he shook his head, and he was so close now you felt his breath ghost over your lips. With a twist of your arm, he pinned it behind your back, Joel now completely in control, and a buzz of arousal spread through your body at the thought.
âYou listenâ up now, and Iâm only gonna say it once: youâre gonna do as I say, when I say it, and no talkinâ back, we clear?â His voice was stern, but his dark brown eyes gave him away; how theyâd widened with lust, blown out and dark. Your panties already soaked at the thought of what he had in mind for you tonight.
âYes,â you said playfully, biting down at your bottom lip through a smile.
âYes, sir,â he corrected as his rough hand on your thigh slid closer and closer to the seam of your thong. âGood girls who do as theyâre told get rewarded, you understand?â
You nodded, sucking in a breath as you felt his fingers brush over your clit lightly. He was testing you now, teasing you, and pushing your buttons. You felt like you were on fire, burning from arousal; it licked up your thighs and flickered bright in your core.
Where was that fucking uber?
âBut you ainât no good girl,â he snickered, sliding his hand past your panties, âteasinâ meâ tryna provoke me,â he shook his head, and a slick sound of your arousal could be heard as he worked two thick fingers through your wet folds. Â
His finger poked at your hole where it ached for him. The thick tension between you weighed heavy with arousal as Joel leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âImma have to punish you for that, baby, put you in your place.â
A gasp left your lips as he pressed two fingers inside. The stretch stung slightly, but you welcomed the pain, liked it. A satisfied grin blossomed over your face as he started moving his fingers. They felt so good inside of you, so thick, almost like a cock, and the way his palm rubbed against your clitâ it gave you just enough stimulation to push you towards the edge of an orgasm.
âLook at you, slut,â his breath was hot as he whispered in your ear, âso desperate to get fucked.â
A strangled moan escaped your throat, and you couldnât help but grind against his fingers to chase the pleasure he was giving you. The degrading words and humiliation only made you wetter. Joel couldnât get any more perfectâ so far, he'd played his part to the T.
âIn yourâ fuck!â You moaned as the pad of his fingers brushed up against your g-spot. Just a little more now, and heâd have you coming on his fingers.
âDidnât hear you, sweetheart, yâneed to speak up,â he taunted, continuing the pace of his fingers.
âIn your d-dreams, old man,â you tried to spit out, but the pleasure he gave you was taking over, making you stumble over your words.
Quickly, Joel withdrew his fingers, sliding them up the front of your cunt, giving your clit a slap, before he backed off completely. You gasped; face pulled tight in a disappointed frown.
âWhat the fuck!?â
And then he fucking laughed, fucking laughed at you.
âI already told you, sweetheart, only good girls get rewarded.â
He stepped closer again, his hand cupping your cheek while the other pressed the fingers coated in your arousal to your lips. âClean up your mess, and weâll see âbout that reward.â
Parting your lips, he stuffed his fingers inside your mouth. They tasted of you, a sweet-salty taste. You closed your lips around them, and sucked, letting your tongue tease around his fingers the way youâd tease his cock. âThatâs it, good girl,â he grinned, and it sparked a small flame of pride in your chest.
When he was pleased with you, he slipped his fingers from your mouth. He let them glide over your lips, smearing your lipstick and coating your lips in your own saliva as a set of headlights illuminated the street. Then, he patted your cheek, nodding towards what you assumed was your uber as it rolled to a stop in front of you, âGo on, get in the uber.â
In the uber Joel was quiet, ignoring you as were forced to make small talk with the driver (youâd give him a bad review just for that). When you thought the small talk had been torture enough, Joel slid his hand up your thigh, resting his big palm right at the seam of your leg as he looked out the window. If your panties werenât already soaked from what heâd done to you in the alleyway of the club, then they definitely were now as the anticipation only grew.
Joelâs house wasnât sad at all. It was quaint, and suburban, but homey. Nice. No expensive designer furniture, but sturdy and of good quality either way. He had no rare art, but a decent amount of family photos and what looked like a childâs drawings. You stopped in the middle of the stairs to admire them. In one of them Joel looked as old as you were now, with a baby in his arms, in another he had his arm around the shoulders of another man who looked a lot like him, just with darker hair. His brother probably, the one getting married. The little baby was a little girl, and she grew up in front of you; birthday parties, first days of school, soccer uniforms. Your eyes landed on a photo of her in a graduation cap with Joel and the other man at her side, grinning wide with a college diploma in her hands. This man wasnât who youâd thought. He had a familyâ a daughter your age. The wall of memories squeezed at your heart, made something inside you always kept hidden break forthâ
âYou cominâ?â
Joel waited at the top of the stairs for you, his face pulled into a confused frown. You skipped up the stairs, happy to have left your heels by his door. When you got to the top, you pushed at his chest, âJust looking at your sad things.â With a roll of his eyes, he led you to his bedroom.
âGet on the bed,â he ordered, but his voice was distant, the bite from the club was gone.
It felt like the perfect opportunity to play with him.
âNo,â you blinked innocently, your eyes wide as you watched him unbutton his green flannel, âyouâll have to make me.â
He let out a laugh that sounded more like a sigh, âIâm serious, sweetheart, I need to talk to you first.â
Talk?
âYou canât get it up, is that it? Youâre too old?â you teased but sat down at the bed either way.
âYou really are mean, arenât ya?â His laugh sounded like a surrender. âA man wantinâ to be a gentleman and establish boundaries before he ruins her, and this is what he gets?â
Shaking his head, he walked closer, and cupped your head in his hands. âI plan on beinâ rough with ya, sweetheart, and I think thatâs what you want too, isnât it? Get fucked so hard you canât think?â You nodded your head in his arms, the velvet bass of his voice going straight to your core.
âListenâ closelyâ if I do anythinâ you donât like, you say âredâ and we stop, and if you canât speak then you pinch me, you hear?â
You nodded again.
âWords, baby, need yâto say it with that pretty voice.â His thumbs brushed over your cheek.
You nodded again, âYes, sir⌠if I want you to stop, I say âredâ, or pinch you.â
âGood girl,â he praised, âAnythinâ else?â
âUmâŚâ Your front teeth caught on your bottom lip, âIâm on birth controlâ you can come inside me if you want.â
A noise rumbled in Joelâs chest. âSuch a naughty girl,â his thumb brushed over the plump of your lips, âletting a stranger come inside her, huh?â
You nodded again, a wicked smile breaking against his thumb before you opened your mouth, and bit down. Not hard, just enough to pull a reaction from him, and you did.
Like a switch, the warm whiskey eyes faded into a deep black. The grip on your chin slid downwards, where it found your neck. He didnât squeeze, but his grip wasnât gentle either, holding you in place like a warning.
âYou ought to treat me with more respect, bratâŚâ he spat, his thumb digging into the column of your neck, âApologize for your rude behavior.â
Against his hand, you shook your head to the best of your abilities, his grip tightening with your movement. You wished heâd choke you properly, make your head all fuzzy and emptyâ filled with nothing except for him.
âNo.â
His face turned to stone above you, and you felt a giddiness flutter in your stomach.
 He didnât like that. Â
In one quick motion his hand was ripped from your throat as he stepped away. He didnât look at you as he sighed, his hands falling to his belt buckle, sharp metal clinking.
Taking advantage of the moment, you admired the man before you. How big and broad he was. How his t-shirt stretched tight over his broad chest, biceps bulging against the woven fabric. You studied his hands as they fiddled with his buckle, thought about how good theyâd felt inside you earlier, the pleasurable sting as theyâd stretched you out.
âGet on your knees,â he ordered, voice cold.
When you didnât move, he took matters into his own hands.
âGet. On. Your. Fuckinâ. Knees.â
His grip around your wrist was tight, as he pushed you down. The hardwood floor dug into your knees as he manhandled you, sure to bruise tomorrow. He stood his ground in front of you, legs slightly parted as you were now eye level with his inviting bulge. He was big, and you felt your eyes widen. Even hidden away in his jeans you could see it, see the length of his hard cock strain against his thigh â it made your mouth water as you squeezed your thighs together.
âLook me in the eyes,â he told you, and your eyes flicked upwards â obedient for once. âEyes up here at all timesâ Donât you fuckinâ dare look away.â
He made it hard to do as heâd ordered, popping the button on his jeans, and pulling the zipper down. You wanted to see his cock, touch it, feel it inside you. He couldnât possibly expect you to not look when it was right there.
"Disobedient slut.âÂ
The slap came quicker than the stolen glance, and your hand came up to graze your cheek on pure instinct. It stung under your palm, like a thousand little knives.
âWhat did I jusâ say?â He spat out the question, his hand gripping your chin to force eye contact.
âLook away?â you tried, your voice rising an octave.
âOpen your fuckinâ mouth,â he sighed, leaning closer, âI ainât wanna hear any more of your fuckinâ attitude.â
His grip tightened on your chin and your mouth dropped open by itself, âOpen your mouthâ thatâs it⌠wider, just like that.â
Then he spat, right into your mouth.
You flinched at the suddenness of it, but Joelâs grip on your chin held you stillâ kept your mouth open, as you felt his spit slide further and further into your throat. You had a feeling you shouldnât swallow until he told you, so you didnât, your head pliant in his hand as you let him study you. A wide grin spread across his face as he moved your head from one side to the other, his rough fingers denting into your skin as you waited for your next command.
âSwallow, brat.â
He let go of your face, and you closed your mouth, swallowing down his spit with an audible gulp. âGood girl,â he muttered and stood tall, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
The rough sound of denim against skin filled your ears as he freed himself. You were on your best behavior now, gathering your hands in your lap, sitting pretty for him as you locked eyes with him coquettishly.
âThatâs better,â he said, âActinâ like a proper good girl now,â he praised.
It took everything in you not to look, as he stepped closer.
With a fist tight around his cock, he brought the head to your mouth. He tapped it on your lips, smearing the precum beading at the tip and ruined your lipstick.
You wanted to taste him so badly, but he couldnât know that. Pinching your lips together, you shook your head with wide coquettish eyes. His eyebrows pinched together in a frown, eyes narrowing at you as he pushed his cock against your lips.
âOpen that pretty fuckinâ mouth, fâme,â he ordered.
Pretty. He called you pretty, and it was enough for you, you gathered, and stretched your mouth open for him.
âThatâs it, wider.â
You twitched in surprise as he slapped the length against your tongue. It was heavy on your tongue, the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva as he rubbed the head over your tongue, in and out, in and out â coating his big cock in your saliva, âjust like that, baby, get it nice ând wet.â
Closing your lips around the mushroom tip, you ran your tongue around it in circles, teasing the underside and the slit, before you tipped your head back. His cock bobbed in front of you obscenely, a frown formed on his face again and you knew he was about to tell you off.
Gathering a blob of saliva in your mouth, you spat on his cock instead. A low humming laugh rumbled from Joelâs chest, as he collected your spit and rubbed it in over his shaft in slow strokes. The spit dripped down, down over your front where you felt it darken the fabric of your dress. Subtly, you reached your hands behind your back to pull at the zipper.
âYeah, thatâs right, get those pretty tits out fâme.â
He let you maneuver out of your dress while he stroked his cock slowly in front of your face, and finally, you could get a good look at him. He was bigger than youâd thought from his bulge. Veins lining his thick shaft as you watched the way his fist moved up, massaging the tip gently, and down again in a slow, steady rhythm. At the base unruly curls of dark hair shone in the spit gathering, and you let your eyes wander downward to his balls where they hung heavy.
You wanted to taste them, too.
With your dress discarded on the floor beside you, you sat up slightly, spreading your legs and tucking your calves up to your thighs. Almost naked, safe for the thong splitting your cheeks, you arched your back slightly, making sure he got a good view of your ass.
A groan rumbled in Joelâs chest, and a hand came down on your head, âYou want my cock, donât you, slut?â he spat, slapping his cock on your right cheek, spreading your spit on your skin.
âDo you make all your girls wait this long or is it just me?â you tutted, almost rolling your eyes at him.
âThereâs that fuckinâ attitude again.â
Slapping his cock harder against your cheek, he leaned forward letting a blob of spit drip from his own lips, coating both his cock and your face as he rubbed it in with his cock.
It was obscene, degrading, and youâd never been wetter.
In desperation to taste him again, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. The hand heâd used to stroke himself, wrapped around your skull, caging his cock between his hand and your face as he started thrusting against your face, his heavy balls rubbing against your chin with every slow push.
It was messy, sloppy, and wet. He held your head steady with his other hand, while he continued rubbing his cock over your cheek, nose, and forehead. His spit mixed with your own as you lapped at the underside of his cock; trying to taste as much of him as heâd give you.
âYou dirty little whore,â he smiled, âYou like that donât you?â
Under him you whimpered, clit pulsing with want as he made you his plaything, did what he wanted with you.
âYeah,â you moaned unabashedly, licking greedily at the underside of his cock.
At that, he laughed, and the grip on your head loosened as he pulled back. You only had time to take a deep breath before he stuffed his cock down your throat. It was abrupt, and harsh â the hefty length of him making room for himself inside your mouth.
You couldnât fit him all inside, gagging as the head of him hit the back of your throat. He held you there still, one second, two seconds, three seconds. Your hand found his thigh where you tapped at him, and finally he pulled away.
You gasped for air, your breath wet with spit as small tears pricked at your eyes. His hand landed on top of your head again, grounding you to the moment as he searched your eyes, checking in.
No, you tried to convey, youâre not too rough.
Pleased, his cock bumped against your lips again, and you dropped your mouth open for him again.
âThatâs it,â he murmured, thrusting his cock back in your mouth, âletâme fuck that throat open.â
Dropping your jaw, you tried to make room for him in your mouth. It wasnât easy, your lips stretched wide around the girth of him as you tried to calm yourself, to open your throat for him to abuse. His cock was easily the biggest cock youâd ever sucked, and you told yourself you needed to relax.
He pressed himself deeper, and you let out a whimper. âWork with me, slut, hold still.â
Trying your best to obey, you breathed through your nose, staving off your gag reflex the best you could as the head knocked at the back of your throat. His other hand cupped your chin, keeping your head still between his large hands. A tear rolled down your cheek when he rutted into your mouth, testing the waters.
âGood girl,â he praised, fucking gently into your mouth. Saliva gathered in your mouth, drooling down your chin with each thrust. âSuch a fuckinâ messâ Look me in the eye as I fuck your throat.â
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping you steady as you locked eyes with him. It was difficult, tears clouding him in a vignette, but you did as you were told. He studied you closely, tested your boundaries, completely in control.
You gasped for air when he finally pulled back again. A wet string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. A proud smirk coated his lips, while his hand stroked your head in praise.
The small moment of relief passed quickly, and soon his cock was back in your throat, bruising it in a steady rhythm.
âTake that fuckinâ cock all the way down your throat, whore,â he spat, his thrust a little rougher now that he knew you could take it.
He had you at his mercy now as he ruined you. Ruined your throat, ruined your body, ruined you for other men. Tears mixed with snot, which mixed with spit as it ran down your chin, dripping lewdly onto your tits where it made a mess.
Over you, Joel rambled.
âGood fuckinâ slut.â
âChoke on that big fuckinâ cock.â
âYou love it donât you?â
And you did, you loved it. Joel made you feel useful for once in a life â a fucked up thought, but then again you never said you werenât fucked up. Joelâs words were filthy and dirty, and as humiliating as they were he made you feel wanted.
You just wanted to be wanted.
Another gasp of air filled your lungs as he slipped from your mouth. His grip on your head was tighter now, his cock throbbing in front of you. As much as you wanted him to fuck you, you wouldnât complain if he came down your throat. Heâd given you so much already.
âFuck,â he whispered and let go of your head.
You took the opportunity to catch your breath, sniffling as you wiped at the snot that clogged up your nose. His hand came down to squeeze at the base of himself, clearly staving off his orgasm.
âWhat,â you croaked, your voice hoarse after his assault on your throat, âyouâre so old you canât come now?â
His eyes darkened as they locked with yours, and a giddy bouncing feeling twisted in on itself in your tummy. You wanted to see what heâd do to youâ how heâd fuck you, and if youâd have to push his buttons to see it, you gladly push the big red button.
His hand wrapped around your bicep, digging into the skin as he dragged you to your feet and pushed you towards the bed.
âStill a fuckinâ brat I see,â he spat, âWe canât have that can we?â
Putting on your best puppy dog eyes, you bit down on your bottom lip. âWho me?â you said innocently.
âBend over, slut,â he ordered, his voice coated in a tone that said he was fed up with your bullshit. Strong arms turned you around, manhandling you, and pushed your front down on his bed, âând spread your fuckinâ legs.â
With a kick to your ankles, he forced your legs open. Tipping your head up, you locked eyes with your reflection in the window, like a camera lens capturing your ruin at Joelâs hand. He hovered over you, his eyes trailing over your naked body, laid out for him to take.
The first smack came quickly, hard, and brutal on your ass cheek. It made you jump, the muscles in your ass clenching as you tried to reel yourself in. Joelâs rough hand soothed over the burn immediately, and you turned your neck to find his eyes.
âI wanna hear an apology from you, brat,â he said calmly, one finger hooking into the lace of your thong.
You shook your head. Stubborn. âNo.â
His head fell between his shoulders, while his finger hooked in your thong tightened its grip, and with a hard tug, he ripped it in two.
âThen Iâm gonna have to punish ya.â He said it with a deep sigh, like he had no other choice.
You couldnât hide the excitement that filled you at those words, your cunt now dripping with need. A need for Joel.
With the scrap of your thong now discarded his hand danced over your ass. You tried not to hold your breath, but he drew it out, and you couldnât help it. The tension in the air so thick, you couldnât focus.
Smack!
He spanked your other cheek hard, and the tension was released with a whimper. A tickling feeling of pins and needles spread through your cheek.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
They came in quick procession, your hands gripping the sheets for a lifeline as he put you in your place. Moans fell from your lips without abandon, and you felt yourself drip down your legs.
Smack!
âLook how wet you are,â he noticed, running a finger through your seam, âYou like it? Only desperate whores like to get spanked.â
He leaned over you, his soft belly (when had he removed his shirt?) pressed against your back, coarse hair tickling your skin, as you felt his hard cock rub up against your sore ass.
âBut thatâs what you are, ainât you? A desperate fucking whore.â His breath in your ear, had goosebumps erupt down your spine, and you sobbed out a whine.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he whispered, and pulled away â taking his warmth with him.
Smack!
Tears pushed their way behind your eyes, not because you didnât like it, but it stung like a motherfucker. Joel wasnât all brutal, he rubbed your skin between hits, but fuck if it didnât also hurt with pleasure.
âSay youâre sorry,â he demanded.
Turning around you shook your head, big wide eyes watching him as he spanked you again.
Smack!
âYouâre tearing up, little girlâ It stings doesnât it?â he asked, voice laced with fake pity.
You nodded.
âWell, maybe you should be a good girl thenâ say youâre sorry.���
Smack!
âIâm sorry!â you blurted out, voice cracking.
Finally.
Joel stopped immediately, his hand twisting around your waist to flip you on your back. His eyes danced over your body, almost tenderly but still full of lust. His hand moved up and down your sides, down the thick of your thigh before they gripped your ankles and tugged.
A squeal escaped you as he manhandled you, his large hands cupping your face while he fitted himself between your legs. âGood girl,â he cooed, thumbs stroking your cheeks, âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
You shook your head in his hands, popping your lip out in an innocent pout.
âNo,â he cooed, removing a hand to fit between your bodies.
You gasped when you felt the head of his cock bump your clit, the first real stimulation youâd had since youâd left the ally by the club. Your hips bucked by themselves, chasing the friction of his touch.
âWho owns this cunt?â he asked you, dark eyes staring into yours as he dragged his cock through your soaked folds.
âYou do, sir,â you sighed immediately, your whole body aching for him.
A wide wicked grin spread across his face, âLookit you beinâ such a good girlâ finally know your place, huh?â
With no warning, you felt the blunt head of him press at your opening, and then Joel pushed inside you. Your mouth parted in a gasp at the intrusion; eyes glazed over in bliss as you felt yourself get split in two around the girth of his cock. He was so big, filling you up inch by inch, a heavy pressure poking at the deepest part of yourself.
âThere you go, babyâ you jusâ take it. Take all that cock inside,â he grunted, eyebrows pinched tight.
All you could do was moan as you felt him bottom out inside you, âShit,â you gasped, âSo fuckinâ big.â
âI know, baby, youâre doinâ so good fâme,â he praised, starting to rock his hips into you.
He picked up the pace quickly when he was sure you could take it, splitting you open on his cock as he made you takeit. Under him you could feel yourself float away in the pleasure. His hand came up to wrap around your neck and a big smile spread across your face.
You felt so warm. Joel felt so fucking good.
He reduced you to a puddle, a puddle of pleasure and ecstasy. It was better than any drug youâd ever taken. Better than the first day of summer vacation. Better than anything youâd ever known. The sound of skin against skin faded away into a tranquil rhythm of pleasure. You belonged to him now, lived only for him and the way his cock felt inside you.
âFeel how deep that is?â he asked you, somehow having maneuvered your knees to press into your chest.
You couldnât do anything other than nod, desperate and whiny. You needed to fucking come. Inside you, his cock bumped into a spot no other man had reached before, and a fluttering feeling coiled itself in your core.
You were so close now.
âJoel,â you gasped, searching for the words as he continued his pace, balls slapping hard against your ass.
âNo,â he told you, teeth gritted, âYou hold it, slut, you hold it âtill I give you permission.â
Later, a thought of how heâd had you so close to coming without even a tap at your clit would graze you, but in this moment your thought were only filled with Joel. A hand found his bicep, you needed something to hold on to or youâd burst, and squeezed. Above you Joelâs groans and moans got louder.
âHold it.â
Tears streamed down your face, as you heaved for breath. You were right there, right on the edge now.
Please, Joel, please, sir, please.
âCome.â
Arching your back off the mattress, you shook as you finally tipped over the edge of bliss. The sounds escaping your throat werenât your own, they were someone elseâs, someone possessed with pleasure.
A âThank you,â fell from your lips, but you donât think he heard you. Above you, Joelâs movement became more and more erratic, thrusting himself deeper and deeper before a loud groan vibrated through his chest.
âYou take it,â he growled, âtake all that fuckinâ cum inside.â
He slammed his hips hard against you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside you, and came with a loud primal groan. His cock twitched within your walls as he emptied himself inside your cunt, the warmth of him filled you up as he painted your walls with cum.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â he mumbled, burying his face in your neck, âThat cum feels so good inside, donât it?â he cooed, and you nodded, your hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back and thrusted inside you again, fucking his cum deeper inside.
He stayed inside you as you both caught your breaths. His weight felt good on you, you were safe, as you floated somewhere between reality and a space youâd never been pushed to before.
And you missed him when he pulled away, sliding his half-hard cock from your fucked out cunt, dragging you with him up the bed. You reached for him, laying your hand open against his sheets, but he didn't see it, eyes mesmerized by his spend dripping out of you. His fingers slid through the mess, pushing his cum back inside as his eyes found yours.
Then something in the air shifted, and whatever had come over you, was gone. His fingers left streaks of wetness down the inside of your thigh as he pulled away. For the first time in your life, you didnât know what to say.
You were ruined now â heâd ruined you for everyone who wasnât him.
You sat up, turning your head over your shoulder to watch him, watch how his eyes trailed your body.
âSmoke?â you asked, your voice more unsteady than youâd thought.
Joel shook his head as you slung your feet off the bed to find your purse. He sat up against the pillows resting against his broken bed frame. Your eyes raked over his naked body as you fished a cigarette from your packet; drank in his strong arms, his wide chest and followed the dark hair of his happy trail down his belly to his soft cock between his thighs, still coated in your combined cum. Between your legs you could still feel his thick spend leak out of you.
You brought the cigarette to your lips, and just as you were about to light up Joelâs rough voice spoke, âOut the window,â he ordered with a nod in the direction of the window.
Everything was back to how it was before.
A dramatic huff escaped you, âAll rightâŚâ you muttered.
You felt too heavyâ heâd messed with your head; made you show him the real you. He couldnât see that. So instead, you put your mask back on, turning to face the window to conceal the mischievous smile threating to spill across your face.
âDaddy.â
Behind you, as you cracked open the window, you heard the bed creak. You played it cool, lighting your cigarette and blowing the smoke out the window.
Joelâs breath teased at the back of your neck and over your bare shoulder, making goosebumps dance down your spine, âThought Iâd fucked the attitude out of ya,â his voice was stern.
âGuess I was wrong.â
part two -> here!
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One thing I absolutely adore about Dead Boy Detectives is the immaculate costume design. Specifically, how it perfectly encapsulates who the characters are, both as a whole and who they are in the moment.
From the very first scene of the show, we know immediately that Edwin is a bookish, somewhat stuffy guy from the Edwardian era who attended a boarding school, and Charles is a punk from the 1980's who's most likely the wildcard between the two of them, just going off of the way that they're dressed. Both of them have distinct color schemes and different styles, but the general shape of their outfits is actually relatively similar---both of them have collared shirts (Edwin's dress shirt, Charles's polo), something over those shirts (Edwin's vest, Charles's suspenders), a jacket of some kind (Edwin's suit jacket, Charles's flannel thing), a longer overcoat (Edwin's traveling coat, Charles's peacoat), something around the neck (Edwin's bowtie, Charles's necklace), slacks, and nice shoes. They're distinct, yet matching, two clearly defined separate characters yet part of a set.
Edwin's prim, proper, buttoned-up personality lends itself to the way he dresses throughout the season---in the first episode, he only dresses down when he's in the office with Charles, aka his safe place and his safe person, and he doesn't really dress down like that again for a good long while after getting stuck in Port Townsend (though, if my memory serves me correctly, he does take off the suit jacket while watching TV with Niko). But in episode six, he's changed up his usual look for a cozier, casual-looking sweater and a little bit of collarbone, and in episode seven... well, he's in his nightclothes, and he's about as open, raw, and vulnerable as you can get. Edwin's color scheme is also predominately blue, which lines up nicely with his logical and practical, yet deeply sad and closed off personality, and the only time he really wears anything other than his normal blue-and-brown outfit (willingly, that is) is when he's in that green sweater in episode six. And, uh... all I can say is that it's quite telling how blue and green---or, well, teal---are the main colors of the gay/mlm flag.
Charles, by contrast, dresses down a lot, and that makes a lot of sense when you consider the fact that unlike Edwin, he feels comfortable pretty much anywhere. On any given episode, he goes from wearing his peacoat to just wearing his flannel to ditching the flannel to not even wearing the freaking polo---though, again, the latter is something that only happens when he's in the office with Edwin. Safe space, safe person. And, well, plenty of people have analyzed Charles's polo shirt going from red to burgundy to black over the course of the series, and there being a little bit of red under the collar of his coat that's only visible when Edwin fixes it, and then it goes back to burgundy, and then it's red again when Edwin's out of Hell... for good reason! It's color symbolism at its finest! Not to mention, the red and black not only perfectly contrasts Edwin's color scheme, but it also lines up with Charles's personality---he's a rebel, he's hotheaded, he's bold and brash and loud... and yes, he's angry, but he's also so, so loving.
When we first meet Crystal after she loses her memories, her outfit choices feel very deliberate. They're stylish and vaguely trendy, they're arty and a little bit witchy---pretty fitting for a psychic who's also a showbiz kid, even if she doesn't know that last part. But all of her clothes appear thrifted, or at the very least vintage, and the patterns and the general vibe all feel natural and comforting. Her makeup's always fairly simple, her hair's either down or up in a couple of cute space buns... overall, this Crystal looks like the kind of person who'd make you tea when you're in a bad mood, who'll listen when you just need to vent, and who may not always know the right thing to say but will understand what you're going through. But when we see her in the flashbacks, her clothing's flashy and prioritizes high-end trends over comfort, she's either got her hair up or has it straightened, and she not only has dramatic makeup, but acrylics. This is a girl who talks shit about you behind your back, who's bitter and cynical and wants everyone to feel the same way, who makes up for the lack of love and stability in her life via material things. It's also worth noting that Crystal's color scheme has a lot of purple, which is a color that connects to wealth and luxury, but also creativity and magic---which, yeah, fits her two conflicting sides pretty damn well.
You cannot talk about Niko Sasaki without talking about her outfits, and the meaning behind each of them has already been talked about at length. However, one thing that really stands out to me is that the reason they're so iconic isn't just because of the monochrome color schemes, but because they're out there. They're weird, they're eclectic, they're a little mismatched in style sometimes, and they're so unapologetically her. Niko wears heart-shaped sunglasses, unironically. Everything about the way she dresses speaks to how, even though she's a recovering shut-in who initially doesn't want to be perceived, she's still very sure of who she is.
Jenny's design, like Charles and Edwin's, is a design that gives you the key information you need the minute she first appears onscreen. The dark makeup, the silver jewelry, the leather apron, and the hairstyle all point to a person who's tough, doesn't take anyone's shit, and has long since given up on caring what other people think---in other words, she's a badass. But the butterfly tattoo hints at a softer side, a side that we see time and time again throughout the series as she shows that she cares about Crystal and Niko, and even the boys... eventually. Also, Jenny's design is perhaps one of the most clearly queer-coded in the series, to the point where her being a confirmed lesbian is pretty much a no-brainer.
Esther's design oozes camp, from top to bottom. The fluffy coat, the bustier, the boots and the cane and the everything, speak to a woman who's kept with the times and yet has seen it all. There's really not a lot I can fully say about her design, other than what Charles has already said: "She looks like a witch... like, kind of a sexy witch, who smokes a lot." (Or maybe I'm just tired and running out of steam at this point, idk, I love Esther's design and I can't really put it into words.) It's also pretty fitting that her color scheme has a lot of yellow in it---after all, she's always striving for more, so what better color for her than the color of gold?
Everything about the Night Nurse's design speaks to a woman who follows rules and discipline above all else, from the pantsuit to the pinned-up hairstyles to the tie to the heels. She's also the most muted out of the main cast in terms of color, dressing mostly in browns, dull greens, and duller browns---and while I don't have a lot to go into detail about there, I feel like that's kind of a symbol of her narrow-minded and bureaucratic worldview.
And the animal characters... Jesus Christ, I fully forget that they're all being played by human actors. Tragic Mick dresses like a man who's always spent his life by the sea, layered denim and all, and it's never a stretch to see this sad, bushy-bearded, baggy-clothed fisherman and imagine him as a walrus lounging on a beach. Monty, at first glance, seems to only wear black, which would be perfectly fitting for a crow, but when he's in better lighting, you see that he dresses in layers of red and blue, calling to how he envies Charles and Edwin and clearly longs for something more---and this might just be me, but I think that even though his outfits seem fairly normal at first glance, they feel kind of like a costume for Monty more than anything else, like he's trying to emulate a teenager that he's seen on TV more than someone in real life.
The Cat King fits this just as well, with all of his outfits aligning perfectly with whatever his cat form is at the time---when he's a fluffy ginger, it's always sequins and fur coats and clothing pieces that are specifically designed to take up space and call attention, and when he's a black shorthair, it's sleek styles and shiny leather and pieces that are designed to cut an intimidating yet more subtle figure. And while I could go into detail about all of those, what really stands out to me is how clearly queer everything is---more than Jenny's alt lesbian attire, more than Esther's campy coat and corset. From the very first scene he's in, he's wearing a skirt, and it looks natural. Nothing about the way the Cat King presents himself is exaggerated, nothing about the way he dresses is played for laughs---he's flamboyant and feminine and flirty, and he looks so fucking hot while he does it. It's gorgeous.
So... yeah, uh, all the awards for the Dead Boy Detectives costume designers!
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Evaluating flannel shirts hiking
Flannel shirts are frequently portrayed as essential hiking gear in outdoors magazines, with images of strong, outdoorsy men wearing soft, warm flannel shirts that highlight their rugged appeal.
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suguru and choso making the reader squirt for the first time via reader receiving oral... please and thank u sm hoshibutt đ
áÍáŠđ đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Geto + Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - breast fondling + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - first time squirting! - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, sweetie) - reader is a bit self-conscious - mention of saliva.
âHow is it, baby? Feeling good?â
âA-AhhâŚy-yesss, feels goodâŚMmmm, so good.â
âYa hear that, Choso? Keep doing what youâre doing!â
You throw your head back to Getoâs shoulder, whoâs stationed behind you, his hands nestled inside your shirt to grope your chest. Meanwhile, Choso kneels on the floor, the pony-tailed man going to town between your legs.
It was meant to be a typical date, spending the afternoon in your boyfriendsâ apartment. You couldâve sworn that today entailed some delicious slices of local pizza, video games, and an action movie. However, you might have guessed somewhere down the line that the two men would eventually derail their attention from the television screen into a film of their ownâŚ
All three of you were in the living room, your back glued to the front of Getoâs red flannel shirt. The long raven-haired manâs hands fondle your chest lovingly while Choso feasts on your cunt, wet with his saliva lathering your folds with his tongue. He holds your legs apart so the focus on your chasm is easier to maintain.
You screw your eyebrows together at the flick of your clitoris by the wet muscle. âOhhh, ohhhâŚ!â
âMaking cute noises for us, cutie?â Geto kisses your cheek and tweaks your nipples pleasantly. âYour nipples are getting stiff, too.â
Choso sucks your essence after spitting on your labia, flinging his tongue around to gather as much of your taste as he can. He then peers up to see that Geto has lifted your shirt, exposing your chest to the open. He swallows thickly and removes his lips from your vulva, bringing his lips to capture one of the buds of your mounds. You mewl at the contact of his tongue, now swirling around your nipple as he sucks sluggishly.
âHeh, must taste good everywhere, huh?â Geto doesnât expect an answer from Choso sucking on your tit. Instead, he coats his middle and ring finger with his saliva and travels them down to your folds, pushing them inside with ease and immediately wriggling them around to feel your gummy texture.Â
You cry out at the insertion, his digits going faster after a few jagged pushes and pulls. He dwells them further, scraping your insides with his blunt fingertips. And the pace becomes frantic, digging them knuckle-deep at a fast rhythm that has you gripping on Chosoâs black tee for support.Â
âGaaahhh, w-wait, slow down!â Youâre wailing in pleads. Thereâs too much going on: Choso sucking on your tit relentlessly, pushing your nipple to the top of his mouth, and grazing it with his teeth. And Geto, playing with the other mound while he pleases you with vaginal stimulation. âN-Naaahh, Christ, wait!â Your body wishes to jerk, but your legs are pushed to your chest, leaving your lower half squirming to no end. Somethingâs coming! âI-I caannâtâDahaahh!âÂ
Getoâs sporadic movements have you whining until he removes them to lick, and Choso releases your nipple to return to your vulva, sucking on your clit and lapping around your urethra and inner lips. Shivers rock your core, and youâunforsakenlyâlet loose.
Between your legs, you unleash a clear, watery substance, ejecting it into Chosoâs mouth. It takes him aback, tilting back to let the liquid spray slightly. However, he returns to lick the glands after a moment, secreting the surprising liquid that still exudes from your system and leaves a watery mess everywhere. Until it stops, it sprinkles all over your inner thighs and surely wets the giverâs shirt.
Violet eyes ventured down and witnessed the entire scene. âOh, woah!âThree figures stay frigid for a few seconds, assessing what occurred within the past ten seconds. ââŚI had no idea you were a squirter.â
âSame here,â Choso agrees, licking his lips and wiping his cheeks with his shirt after straightening himself.
âNeither didâŚI?â You blink, a little too shocked to move. âI-âŚIâm sorry, I made your clothes wet!â
âOh, donât worry,â Getoâs hands leave your chest and come to your inner thighs to massage. âItâs normal.â
âN-No, really, though; Iâm so sorry! I didnât know I could even do that; it went in your mouth, and I probably ruined this wholeââ
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Choso palms your cunt to smear the substance you squirted. âThat wasâŚpretty fucking hot.âYou open your lips to rebuttal, yet impossible as they stun you. The pig-tailed man takes off his shirt and slides his jeans down to his knees, and your breath hitches at his long cock springing out from his bowers.Â
âYeah, it was,â Geto chimes in while the other takes a seat next to him and takes you by the hand. âIâm kinda curious if you can do that again now.â
Awkwardness still has you by the neck, but Choso coaxes you while massaging your ass, sneaking his finger inside to finger. âMmmphâŚYouâAre you sure?â
âTotally,â Geto chuckles as he stands and strips his flannel shirt. His arms are now out from the white tank top. âCanât let this opportunity go to waste, right?â
âCâmere, sweetie,â Choso guides you by the waist, the glans of his erect cock pushing onto the entrance of your asshole. You gasp sharply once you feel him add himself, leisurely bringing your ass down to sit on him. After a few seconds of a few bounces on his dick, Geto brings your legs for Choso to hold so your wet slit is out for his vision.
Geto licks his fingers with a dark snicker. âStay just like that,â the digits skim around your labia until theyâre pushed inside.Â
You jolt with a shriek, Choso right there to soothe you with a kiss on the cheek.
âGood girl.â
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That greyscale photo of Tom fake-smoking a cigarette...what if I died
sfth are so gender. WHY. WHO ALLOWED THEM TO LOOK LIKE THIS.
(Iâll be honest itâs mostly Sam)
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hi welcome back to leanne rewatches deadpool & wolverine and goes insane about every single detail in this movie. in this edition: how logan's clothes reflect the trajectory of his character
1. the suitâinside
so we start off with the scene in the bar where logan appears to be wearing what we're used to seeing him wear. flannels, leather jackets. his outfit and even the setting is not at all unfamiliar for him. but, as we later find out, he was wearing the suit underneath all those layers the whole time.
during his talk with laura, he reveals that he wears the suit to remember those he'd lost, and as a reminder of what he'd done. he's had the suit on permanently for god knows how long, hidden under his clothes. at this point he bears the suit like a cross, suffering in silence under the guise of normalcy, yet sacrificing what's left of his identity by reducing himself to what the suit represents; by taking all the jabs and nasty looks people throw at him that he thinks he's too deserving of to combat.
2. the suitâoutside
after wade pulls him out, he has the suit on display for quite a while. on one hand, it shows the fight that's in him now as a contrast to his passivity in his own world. on the other hand, it's also a sort of vulnerability: what that suit stands for and by extension what he himself is is now laid bare to the world. out in the open for people to question. maybe that fight that's in him now stems precisely from this vulnerability.
this vulnerability is both good and bad for him: it causes him to lash out at the questions from wade that he's not ready to answer. it also leads him to open up to laura and finally speak about what happenedâwho knows if he's ever said any of it out loud before. fun! even with just the suit, we're already seeing some development.
and THIS is where it gets interesting.
3. the white shirtâhis mind
the first time we truly see him without the suit is when cassandra nova looks into his mind. i've been going back and forth on whether this is logan's own manifestation of himself or if it's cassandra's, and i still don't know. i think the distinction does matter, but in the end what it conveys is the same.
firstly, another layer of vulnerability again. he's already on his knees for cassandra, submissiveânow in his mind he's also stripped as bare as he can be (i think we all know white shirts can sometimes leave little to the imagination). cassandra looks at him and says "you're hiding ... from all the ones you let down." how interesting is that?? if we go all the way back to the first scene, he hides his suit under normal clothes. and he hides this version of him in his mind even further underneath all of that.
secondly and as an extension of that point, white symbolises purity. cleanliness. even a promise of new beginnings. let's tackle this from the two possible perspectives.
if this is logan's manifestation of himself, it would be so intriguing that this is how he appears. maybe it means that despite it all, there's some good in him. maybe it means that deep, deep down, past all the shame and the guilt and the grief, there's still a part of his mind where he can just be.
on the other hand, the white could also symbolise a second chanceâlike i said, a promise of new beginnings. i made a post about this scene here, but the basic point is that cassandra is offering him something that no one else may ever be able to offer him. a chance to fully be himself, to silence the voices. the white is such a stunning visual representation of what she is saying logan could be if he stays with her. which makes it even more poignant that he doesn't.
4. the time ripper
after this scene, he's in the suit again, necessarily. but then! BUT THEN!!!!! the time ripper!!! y'all need to understand the significance of this scene in all its nuances FR! here you can look at his abs again:
but the thing is we know by now what the suit represents. all his failures, all his guilt, his inability to let go of his past. it represents him. isn't it just so fitting that it's at this point where he saves the fucking world that the suit breaks away. it breaks away from him. he's free. this not the same as him just taking it off, because with it breaking into pieces he literally cannot wear it anymore. this is not just a hugh jackman body appreciation, this is logan finally moving on. this is him realising that he is not a failure, that he is not his failures, that he has something else to live for.
5. him
and oh my god, we finally make it to the extremely satisfying ending. after all of that, we finally come full circle. he's in his normal clothes again, the wife beater and the flannel, except this time without anything underneath. he's no longer defined by that one incident, defined by his mistakes and the people he let down. he is just him.
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Breathless | h. j.
⸠synopsis: Was it dumb? Yes. But when has that ever stopped you and Jisung?
⸠starring: han jisung x female reader
⸠word count: 2.5k
⸠general content: best friend!jisung, accidental Friends With Benefits reference, both characters are dorks, jisung is kind of a menace(uncharacteristically good with women), smut
⸠warnings: sexual content, swearing, fingering, protected sex, very tame bondage
⸠rating: 18+ MA
⸠authorâs note: watched FWB today and was gagged when the literal opening line of this fic was used in the movie in the exact same context. it came out in 2011! how does that even happenâanyways enjoy this old fic since it reminded me of it lolllll
⍠this fic has a soundtrack! Feel That - Junny
âWhat the hell are we doing,â he giggled into your mouth, peeling off your outer layer as he pushed you into the comforter. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his flannel, desperately trying to get rid of the unnecessary fabric between you two.
âI donât know, but I kinda like it.â
It had all happened so fast; one moment you and Jisung were lazily watching whatever talk show that the tv program was playing and the next, you couldnât keep your hands off of each other.
This was probably the most reckless decision you two had decided to make since you became friends in middle school. Why on earth would best friends be trying to undress each other in the late hours of the night?
âWait.â You pushed him away slightly and let go of his shirt. âIs Hyunjin coming home anytime soon?â
âNo.â Jisung chuckled, lifting the edges of your band tee. âHim and Seungmin are on Jeju Island, they won't be back until next week.â You nodded, raising your arms for him to take off the shirt before pulling his neck towards you again, resuming your heated kiss.
The rest of his buttons came undone quickly, your hands desperate to feel his burning skin under their fingertips. He leaned back to take the fabric off, chucking it to a random corner of his room, before freezing at the feeling of your hands tracing his abs.
âWhen did you get built Ji?â You whispered, staring at the subtle definition in his skin. A light scoff left his lips before he rolled his eyes, leaning forward to cage you with his toned arms.
âIâve always been this way baby.â He raised an eyebrow, eyes trailing all over your exposed skin.
âAre you trying to be sexy?â
âIs it working?â
âShut up and kiss me.â
You didnât have to tell him twice, him attaching his lips to yours immediately and letting his hands roam your skin.
As much as you hated to admit it, you loved the way his fingers traced foreign trails up to your jawline. Touching you like this wasnât something you had previously wished he did, but now you felt like you should have been doing this all along. His skin felt so warm on top of yours, your fingers pressing around the back of his neck to gain leverage into the kiss as he groaned in contentment.
Your bra came undone rather quickly, and youâre reminded that Jisung is somehow very experienced, a thought that made you visibly shudder under his fingertips.
âWait,â you broke the kiss, and he took this opportunity to kiss your jawline, each press leaving you more and more desperate for his touch. âI donât really know any of your likes or dislikesâŚin bed I mean.â
His lips hovered over your neck for a moment, as if he were trying to decide what he should and shouldnât tell you.
âI like hair pulling and scratching,â he answered, lips pressing under your ear. âAnd donât call me anything weird.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â you nearly moaned, trying not to lose your mind over how his thumbs were dipping under the waistband of your jeans and massaging your hip bones just right.
âAnd you?â
You fell silent, face blooming red as you remembered what turned you on the most. And he noticed quickly, stopping his leisurely painting session on your neck at your reluctance.
âHey, this is a two way street you know.â He pulled back to look you in the eyes, seemingly ignoring the beet red tone covering your cheeks. âIâd feel horrible if I overstepped-â
â...bondage.â
âW-what?â
âI have a bondage kink-â
âI know what you said,â he laughed, leaning off of you to rest on his heels. âIâm just shocked that sweet little y/n likes being tied up-â
âShut up,â you mumbled, looking away from the topless brat.
âIf you insist.â
His leather belt came off next, nearly making you scream in both excitement and horror from his newfound knowledge about you. But he simply set it aside, climbing back over you and dipping back into your neck.
You instinctively let out a sigh as his lips went back to caressing your skin, his hands now smoothing their way up your waist as well as his teeth dragged against your collarbone.
âHickeys?â He asked, though positive that you wouldnât deny him the pleasure of doing so.
âPlease.â
The boy wasted no time in landing one right at the curve of your breast, lips working hard to redden the skin underneath them to get the color he wanted. Your hands rushed to his head, holding him tight against you with tufts of his ash colored hair between your fingers.
He let himself relish the sensation of you tugging on his roots for a brief moment, humming against your skin before he stopped sucking, reaching for the belt that he left beside you.
You could feel your skin tingle as he removed your hands from his hair, holding them in one hand as he wrapped them with his belt with the other, before expertly tying them with the leather band. He then raised your arms so they were above your head on the pillows, leaving your torso completely at his mercy.
âCan you keep those there for me baby?â His voice had a sultry kind of quality to it; one that you couldnât find in yourself to resist as you nodded breathlessly.
He then went back to the task at hand, licking and biting and sucking everywhere on your upper torso, making sure to leave enough marks for you to not think that what was happening was just a fever dream. And he made sure to revisit your lips every so often, swallowing all of your little moans every time he thought youâd earned it.
Working his way down, he tugged the rest of your bra off, letting it drop to the floor and kissing around your left nipple while flicking his thumb over the right. You gasped, immediately pulling on the belt restraint around your wrists.
âSensitive, are we?â He smirked, and youâd sworn that if it were anyone else, youâd choke the hell out of them.
But this isnât just anyone. This is Han Jisung, and guessing from the surprises this night had already brought, heâd probably like that.
So you settled for a moaned yes in response, and what a good decision that was; not even a second after he had his lips wrapped tight around your nipple while letting his fingers play with the other. Your back arched prettily off the comforter, pushing your chest further into his grasp as he chuckled against your skin.
Thighs pressing together as to provide yourself some friction, a senseless string of pleads left your mouth, begging Jisung to please get on with it because it felt like your body would burst into flames if he kept going. But he didnât stop, no; the hand that was pulling against your nipple dipped lower to find the button on your jeans, a small indication that he did intend on going further tonight.
Even though you were already over the moon with what had happened already.
Whether he was being intentionally slow or it was just difficult to undo your jeans with one hand, you did not know; but he finally worked the button free, quickly pulling the zipper down afterwards to allow room for his hand that would need to fit inside momentarily.
âLetâs see what weâre working with here,'' he mumbled, smoothing his hand from your abdomen to the top of your underwear, pausing slightly to check for any hesitance before pressing on.
âOh, godâŚalready?â Your face couldnât possibly have gotten any redder as he ran a lone finger along your slit, catching the wetness that pooled there immediately. âWeâre just getting started-â
âThen hurry up, Ji,â you whined, clenching your thighs to get some friction.
He smiled, suddenly aware of his weak spot for your begging before finally adding friction to the place where you wanted it most.
This wasnât his first time pleasuring a womanâ you were aware of that much âbut it took him a minute to figure out what you liked and where you were the most sensitive, essentially playing with you until you made the right sounds. Once he started getting it right however, it finally dawned on you just how much trouble you were in, your chest heaving and toes curling at his ministrations.
It wasnât long before he changed the game, bringing two fingers inside of you and curling them just so, and an obscenely loud moan left your mouth to his delight.
âGood?â He questioned, wanting to make sure that he wasnât moving too fast for you as he leisurely pulled his fingers out.
âG-Good, donât stop-â You were cut off by another moan, and decided to give up on speech altogether as you felt another bubble up in your chest.
He took it a step further, lightly leaving pecks across your bruised chest, and then a step further, purposefully pressing his palm against your clit every time he delved into your core.
Not only was it good, it was also unfair and even embarrassing, considering how quickly he was bringing you to your peak.
He had you twisting, clenching, whimpering and writhing under his grasp within three minutes, and even if he stopped it wouldnât prevent the white wave of euphoria that was approaching.
âGod, Jisung, I-â
You broke under him right then and there, shaking and gasping as your release overtook you in blissful waves of pleasure. Jisung helped you through it, pressing his fingers into you until your moans turned into whimpers and your shaking into trembling.
It took you forever to completely come down from your high, but Jisung used this time to get himself ready, leaning back on his heels and unzipping his own pants as you tried to catch your breath. You could almost feel him smiling at you before you opened your eyes, chest still heaving as he flashed that shit-eating grin in your direction.
âThat good, huh?â he chuckled, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough so his length could spring free.
âOh fuck me.â
âOne step ahead of you.â
A cold shiver ran up your spine as you finally registered what he was doing, your core clenching on nothing despite it being only a minute since you came. In any other situation, you would have snapped back at him for being so snarky, but with the hollow feeling in your core being somewhat uncomfortable, you figured that keeping your mouth shut would have him filling you faster.
One condom later and you were seconds away from the anticipated moment, watching through lidded eyes as he carefully brought your wrists down to untie them. Your pants were next to come off, and his soon followed, but only halfway; you assumed that your impatience had finally caught up to him.
And you couldnât even blame himâhe looked painfully hard after the show you had put on for him.
He pumped himself only three times before leaning over you again, and then a strange look crossed his face as he froze.
âWait, Iâm okay to do this right?â He asked, looking between your eyes and where your hips met. âI just realized I never asked-â
âHan Jisung if you wonât I will,â you pleaded, urging him on, and he gave you a crooked smile before drawing in a deep breath.
He pushed inside of you slowly, ignoring every painful urge he had to quickly bottom out inside you and alleviate the burning need in his lower abdomen. A string of hushed curses left your mouth; this wasnât your first time, but it might as well have been with how much the feeling of being stretched out was overwhelming you.
He made it to the end with a small whimper, dipping his head forward into your shoulder as he tried to steady himself.
âCan I move?â
âKnock yourself out,â You whispered, eyes squeezed shut from the sensation of adjusting to him fully.
He started out slow, each drag of his cock against your walls eliciting a low whine from you as he rolled his hips against yours. One hand pinned your hips to the bed, while the other held him up next to your head, giving him the option to lean down and capture the skin of your neck between his teeth whenever he pleased.
âYou feel so good, fuck,â he groaned, grinding deeper into your core with every thrust. At his words, you could only pull his face down to meet yours, silencing him with a kiss in hopes that he would talk less. Otherwise, his pleasure-ridden voice alone would bring you to climax.
He happily kissed away all of your moans and whimpers, sucking on your bottom lip until you both were panting too much to keep a cohesive liplock.
His hips were starting to slam against yours now, that erotic sound of skin on skin slapping finally reverberating around the room and joining the chorus of your moans. Your toes curled, body barely able to process the pleasure building inside of you as moans helplessly tumbled out of your lips.
âTell me what I h-have to do to get you there,â he choked out, worried that he might not get you to finish again in time.
âFingers- ah, please-â
He knew exactly what you meant, moving the hand that was on your hip to your clit and gently rubbing it in the way that had you moaning his name before.
His breaths became heavy and his thrusts started to lose their rhythm; both things that you were sure were signs of his release drawing near, but you could barely focus on that when yours was practically hurtling toward you, threatening to spill you over the edge before he broke.
âJisung, I c-canâtââ Words finally left you as you felt your whole body start to tense up, and Jisung let out a loud moan from the sudden tightening around his length.
âCome. Come all over me baby,â He whispered breathlessly, using the last bit of his stamina to thrust harder into you, until you couldnât take it for another second.
You came undone for the second time that night, shaking and moaning beneath him as he pounded into you twice more, before he caved as well, just barely holding himself off of you as he emptied his load into the condom. Careful to not wait until he was too soft, he pulled his length out of you, subsequently falling onto the sheets next to you as he caught his breath.
âSo I take it weâre not just friends?â He mused, a cheeky grin poking out from under the sheets. You slapped his back playfully, rolling away from him before he caught your hips with his hands, pulling you flush against his warm chest.
âShut the fuck up.â
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My Kink is Karma | Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend breaks up with you, so you decide to get revenge... Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI Word Count: 3k Warnings: no-outbreak AU, undefined age gap (pick your poison), teasing, revenge sex, unprotected piv sex, size!kink, daddy!kink, joel folds you like a pretzel, filthy language, pet names (sweetheart, daddy, good girl, etc.), orgasm, creampie, a touch of cuckholding i guess??, slight voyurism, heavy kissing, language... is that it? A/N: Y'all already know I get influenced all too easily when it comes to music... anyway, the song inspo is, of course, My Kink Is Karma
Masterlist | Ko-Fi
Stupid. So fucking stupid.Â
Two years together, and he decides to break up with you? Granted, things were already on a downward slope, but over text? Seriously. Fucking asshole. You were cramming his shit into an all too-small cardboard box, huffing a slew of obscenities. Old t-shirts, bullshit birthday cards, photos⌠you didnât want a single one. You should burn them all, but you wanted him hurt. You wanted him to stare at those memories and regret it all.Â
Pulling up to his houseâwell, his dadâs house since he was a deadbeat without a place to stayâyou hauled the box into both hands and staggered up the porch. You had put on what you considered your ârevenge dressâ: a flowy sundress that barely covered your ass. Yeah, I hope you regret this, you thought to yourself. Princess Diana would be looking down at you proud as fuck.Â
Hoisting the box on your hip, you pounded on the front door, a scowl on your face. Jesus, the box was heavy as you balanced it in one arm. The door wrenched open, and you were ready to toss angry words in his face.Â
His father, Joel, stood in the doorway, and you were quick to bite your tongue. Soft, brown eyes nestled under thick eyebrows gazed down at you. His lips twitched into a cautious smile, the plush pout covered by a dark mustache. Joelâs frame practically filled the doorway, and damn, was he always this attractive?Â
âThis is a surprise,â he stated. âWhatcha doinâ with all that stuff?â
You shoved it into his chest, your arms tired from holding its weight.Â
âYour piece of shit son broke up with me,â you grumbled.Â
Joel wrapped thick fingers around the edge of the box, his eyebrows furrowing together. Guess his son didnât fill him in on his latest fuck up. Real shocker.Â
âMâsorry to hear that. Yâwanna come in for a minute? Iâll get you some iced tea to cool down.â
âI donât wanna impose on you. I figure Iâm probably not welcomed here anymore.â
âYouâre more than welcome here,â Joel argued. You didnât miss how his eyes fluttered over your body, catching sight of your dress blowing upward in the breeze.Â
OhhâŚ
âIf you insist,â you said.
Joel nodded toward the doorway, letting you walk in first. He discarded the box by the front door and led the way to the kitchen. You kept yourself fixated on how his back flexed under his flannel, the muscles in his shoulders stretching across the fabric. If only his son had been this hot, maybe you wouldâve had sex more often.Â
You propped yourself on the kitchen barstool, swinging your legs beneath you as you watched Joel pour you a glass of sweet teaâtypical Southern gentleman. After pouring himself a glass, Joel leaned against the counter, his muscular forearms braced against the edge.Â
âSoâŚâ He drawled. âYâbeen alright since the break-up?â
You rolled your eyes, bringing the glass to your lips. Joelâs dark eyes tracked the movement of your lips around the rim, and you rewarded him with a coy smile. It was enough to make him clear his throat and readjust his stance behind the coverage of the counter.Â
âOh, Iâm great,â you smiled, licking your top teeth. âItâs always fun when your boyfriend breaks up with you over text. He didnât even have the balls to do it in person.â
âHe ainât the brightest,â Joel commented.Â
âNo, he definitely isnât.âÂ
Joel quirked a grin, and you quickly realized you were talking to your exâs dad; you should hold back a bit. âShit, sorry. Thatâs not nice of me.â
He shook his head, tipping his glass to his lips. Now, it was your turn to obsess over his mouth and how his plush bottom lip curved around the rim as he gulped down the liquid. You pressed your thighs together, attempting to quell the throbbing ache between your legs.Â
âNo need to be sorry,â Joel said. âYouâre too sweet of a girl for a man like him.â
âCalling him a âmanâ is generous of you,â you laughed sarcastically. âBarely got a few inches on him to call himself that.â
âNo need to kick him while heâs down, sweetheart.â
âRespectfully, Mr. Miller, fuck him. I deserved better,â you argued.Â
Joelâs jaw clenched, and you could almost see the wheels turn in his head. Stepping away from the counter, he strode to where you sat, towering over you with a flicker of lust behind his chocolate eyes. The lace thong barely covering your sex was already drenched just from the way he looked at you.
âWhat youâre sayinâ is that you deserve a real man,â he offered.Â
You parted your legs just a few inches, but it was enough of an invitation for Joel to step forward and crowd your body. With his knee pressed to the apex of your sex and his hand braced against the back of your chair, you had nowhere to go. The thrill of it all was electrifying your veins.Â
âI think I do,â you said defiantly.Â
âWould that make yâfeel better, sweetheart? Fuckinâ a real man?â He asked, his fingers twirling in your hair that hung over your shoulder.Â
âGod, yes,â you whined, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning at his words.Â
Joel leaned forward, a breath away from your lips. Were you seriously about to do this? Hell, it was too late now to even think twice. You wanted revenge, and here was the perfect opportunity. You craned your neck higher, waiting for him to close the gap. Joel only gave you a pitying smile, the silver strands in his beard glittering in the kitchen sunlight.Â
âNaugty lilâ thing,â he taunted, grinning wide.
He didnât give you a chance to respond. Joel crushed his lips to yours, his tongue prodding your mouth open wider. The moan you had been holding back slipped out at the same time he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. You reached up to tug at the soft curls atop his head, your nails scratching against his scalp. Joel groaned into your open mouth, his hand coming down to grip your bare thigh.Â
âGonna let your ex-boyfriendâs daddy fuck you, sweetheart? Gonna let me show yâwhat a real man is like?â Joel panted.Â
âPlease, Daddy,â you begged, the word slipping right off your tongue.
You pulled away embarrassed, your lips swollen and wet and your face burning a bright red. Joel didnât seem phased at all by your little slip-up. In fact, he looked at you with even more hunger than before. Pupils blown wide and a smile brighter than the sun, you were so in over your head. Whatever he was promising, you knew youâd be in for a treat.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ, yâcanât be callinâ me that and expect me to go easy on you,â Joel said.Â
âThen donât go easy,â you insisted. âShow me what Iâve been missing out on, Daddy.â
Joel practically lost it as you repeated the word, his arms coming around your back to haul you up and out of the chair. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your heels together, and let him drag you away from the kitchen and into the living room.Â
Your back hit the couch in seconds, the sundress on your body billowing onto the cushions. Joel hunched over your sprawled body, sucking marks down the column of your neck. Everything in your body hummed with pleasure, the growing need inside your stomach building.Â
Joel dipped a hand under your dress, his fingers brushing up the lacy thong that stuck to your skin with arousal. You preened into his touch, lifting your hips to seek any sort of relief from the tension twisting inside your core.
âDamn, sweetheart,â Joel exhaled. âYâalready this wet for me? Fuckinâ soakinâ my hand, and Iâve barely touched you.â
âMhmm,â you whispered, rolling your hips against his fingertips.
Joel pinched your lace-covered clit between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud softly until you cried out. Your hands clung to his forearms, digging into the bulging veins hidden under the fabric of his button-up. God, revenge would taste so fucking sweet.
âSâalright,â he cooed. âDaddyâs gonna take real good care of you.â
It shocked you how fast Joel managed to yank your underwear off, tossing it halfway across the room before working at undoing his belt. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw his cock spring free from his boxers. His son was definitely not packing this kind of heat, and your sex clenched around nothing as the anticipation flowed through your veins. The shocked silence and wide-eyed stare you wore garnered a laugh from Joel.
âWeâll make it fit, sweetheart. Youâre gonna take every inch of me like a good girl, arenât you?âÂ
âYes, Daddy,â you nodded, biting your lip.
Propping one leg on the couch, Joel gripped the back of your thighs and pinned them at either side of your head, nearly folding you in half.Â
âKeep âem right here, yâunderstand?âÂ
You muttered a quick yes, settling your fingers around the backs of your knees. Joel gave his cock a few lazy strokes before lining the weeping head of it at your entrance. Brushing the tip through your silky folds, he pushed in an inch, grunting as you cried at the intrusion. Fuck, it hurt.Â
âTightest pussy I ever felt, sweetheart,â he groaned, sinking in another inch.Â
The stretch of his cock inside you was unbearable, every part of him rubbing against your walls until you were filled completely. The moment Joel bottomed out, you lost all capacity to breathe correctly, your voice coming out in small whimpers and cries.Â
âFuck,â he hissed. âJust suckinâ me right in. God damn, yâfeel like Heaven.â
âItâs so big, Daddy,â you moaned.Â
âTakinâ it so well for me, sweetheart. Yâready for more?â
You bobbed your head, your eyes falling to see where your bodies connected. The hair around Joelâs cock brushed over your swollen lips with each shallow thrust, his hips colliding with yours in a steady rhythm as you adjusted to his size.
âMy son ever fuck you like this?â He growled.Â
âNo,â you exhaled shakily.Â
âDidnât think so.â
Then he was ramming into youâŚhard. Your sweaty fingers slipped off your legs, but Joel was quick to replace them with his own hands, molding you into the couch as he took you rough and fast. The room fell apart around you, leaving you crying out every time his cock shoved deeper inside you. You swore you felt him in your stomach, the thick girth of his cock stretching you beyond measure.Â
âFuckinâ take it, sweetheart,â he choked out. âKeep takinâ daddyâs cock. Lookinâ so pretty folded up under me.â
âYes! Yes!â You shouted.
The weight of your breasts bounced with each onslaught of thrusts, your chest heaving for air as he stole it from you over and over again. Even with your ears muffled by your legs, the sound of your sex suctioning around his cock was unmistakable. Reaching between your bodies, you pressed your fingers against your clit, blindly searching for release as it trembled through your muscles.Â
âDirty fuckinâ girl,â Joel teased, glancing up at you.
He pinned you with a violent stare, his lips twisted up in a smirk, and a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead. Christ, you were a fucking whore for this, but you loved it. You couldnât give a damn about your ex when his dad was balls deep inside you.Â
âDaddy, Iâm so close,â you whimpered.
Your fingers were working twice as fast now, chasing that inescapable bloom of pleasure unwinding inside your core. You pulsated around his cock, sucking him in further as his thrusts grew ragged and out of sync.Â
âYeah, you are. Can feel this pretty pussy milkinâ my cock already.â
âHarder, Daddy. Needâfuckâneed you deeper inside me.â
Joel tensed at your words, his movements slowing downâthe exact opposite of what you begged for. He tilted his head over you, studying how your eyes welled with tears, and your lips trembled.
âDaddyyy,â you pleaded.Â
He bent down over your body, his weight crushing into yours and plunging his dick as far as your core would let him. You cried out as he molded his mouth to yours, swallowing down every noise you tried to make. From this angle, you could feel Joel everywhere. The bruising hold of his fingers around your legs, the twitch of his cock against your cervix, the heat of his tongue intertwining over yours.Â
Why hadnât you considered dating older men from the start? This was ecstasy.Â
Joel rocked his hips into you in a slow rhythm, the urgency having left his body and replaced now by determined movements only to bring you closer to the brink of release. You lapped at Joelâs tongue, sloppy wet sounds from your mouth mixing with the lewd noises of your bodies slapping together.Â
âOh, God! Oh, God!â You cried, the sound muffled against Joelâs lips. He buried his head into your neck, his teeth bearing down on your scorching skin. The precipice of release was at your fingertips, and you were toppling over.Â
âThatâs it,â Joel crooned. âCum all over daddyâs cock. Wanna feel you chokinâ it when you come undone.â
Stars shot across the back of your eyelids, your orgasm ready to barrel through you. You heaved in a breath, anticipating the spiral ready to unfurl inside you when the sound of the front door opening paralyzed you.Â
âDad?â A voice called out.
Joel whipped his head toward the hallway, his cock throbbing inside you. You pinched his chin, dragging his face to meet your eyes.Â
âKeep fucking me,â you demanded. âLet me be your good girl, Daddy.â
Joelâs lip parted, a protest on the tip of his tongue. You wordlessly shook your head, lifting your hips to meet his in a silent plea for more. This was the moment. This was your chance at revenge.
âSâgonna get me in trouble, sweetheart,â Joel hissed, assaulting you with another series of quick thrusts.Â
You arched upward, your mouth brushing against his ear.
âI wanna cum for you,â you whispered. âLetâs show your son what it looks like to make a girl really orgasm.âÂ
âJesus fuckinâ Christ,â Joel groaned.
You anchored Joel to your chest; your legs pressed into his shoulders as he drove his hips against yours overâŚand over⌠In the distance, you could hear your ex-boyfriend call out for Joel again, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Let him fucking listen to you; let him see what his dad was doing to you. You clawed at Joelâs back, your nails tearing into his shirt as your orgasm vibrated in your muscles. Right as the spark of adrenaline hit your veins, your ex came into view in the doorway, his eyes wide with horror.Â
âYes, Daddy!â You pleaded.
Everything inside you tensed up, your sex gripping around Joelâs cock until his movements strained above you. Joel groaned in your ear, your name falling off his tongue in choked syllables as he painted your insides with his release. As he slumped against your body, you peered up at your ex, a satisfied grin on your face.Â
âWhat the fuck?â He seethed, standing motionless just feet away.Â
âYour shitâs by the door!â You shouted at him. âWhy donât you take it upstairs? Your daddy and I are busy.â
Joel loosed a breath, chuckling softly in your neck.Â
âYouâre mean for that, sweetheart,â he mumbled.Â
âFucking your sonâs ex-girlfriend seems a whole lot worse,â you whispered back, keeping your voice low enough for only him to hear.Â
Peeking back over the back of the couch, you noticed the doorway empty, all signs of your ex gone from view. You tapped Joelâs shoulder lightly, urging him to unwind your limbs from above your head. You ached all over but in the best fucking way possible. Straightening his spine, Joel lowered your legs down and slowly pulled out of you. The warmth of his seed leaking from your entrance was a welcomed reminder of what you had done. Revenge tasted sweet but felt so much sweeter.Â
You groaned as you stretched your legs, staring up at Joel with a wide smile. Despite the wreckage you caused, Joel smiled right back, and his eyes shifted from your red face down to your dripping sex. You squeezed your legs together, swinging them over the edge of the couch.Â
âShit,â you muttered. âWhere the hell did you toss my underwear?â
âMâsure theyâre âround here somewhere,â Joel shrugged, tucking his cock back into his jeans.Â
âWell, if you find them, you can keep them.âÂ
Joel extended a hand, insisting on helping you to your feet, which you appreciated since your legs felt like jelly. Heavy footsteps shook the roof above you, no doubt from your ex, as he stormed through the house. You giggled at the thought, knowing you had just given him the best taste of karma. You glanced at Joel, seeing his wild curls sticking up at odd angles.Â
âI should probably get going.â
âLeavinâ me with a whole lotta mess, sweetheart,â he huffed.Â
You leaned into his solid frame, kissing his lips quickly.Â
âIâm sure youâll be just fine,â you smirked. âItâs him you might need to worry about.â
Joel swatted your ass, urging you out of the living room and toward the front door. You gave him a quick flutter of your fingers and said goodbye before skipping down the porch steps with his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
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FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]
desc. STILES CANâT KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOUR BODY
has : SMUT 17+, fingering, very clingy stiles, tit sucking, tit playing, sub!reader, heavy teasing, whimper!kink.
âplease stilesâ, you moan out as he rubs against your body. it has been days since he has even came close to touching you. it was an understatement on how badly you needed him. his large hands run up and down your delicate body. he grinned in excitement at any little whimper that comes out of you.
âbe patientâ, he whispers in your ear. his heavy breath coming that close to you was enough to make you cum. you had no articles of clothing taken off you quite yet, but you knew soon enough he would have to cave in. you push off his torso and place your feet on the cold floor.
you lower your hands to the rim of your shirt, and proceed to pull it off in a quick flash. stiles sat on the bed, practically mind blown at this sudden boost of confidence. you walked closer to him as you heard his breathing pattern get quicker.
stiles had a certain feeling that you were putting on a false show. he tugged onto the waistband of your pants, and pulled you closer in between his legs. he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. âwhy are you acting like this sweetheartâ, he groaned out. your words got caught in the back of your throat as he slowly stood up and placed you to the side.
he looked down upon you in lust as you scanned his large figure. his brown eyes almost certainly turned to black as he grabbed your shoulders and sat you down upon the bed. he now stood above you while you were in the opposite position as before. he got onto his knees, and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs.
âstiles please, donât teaseâ, you practically whimpered. he interlocked his fingers into your waistband, and slid the soft flannel pants down your legs and to the side of the bed. he was now approached with your light red panties. he slowly moved his head toward your core, took his mouth and dug his teeth upon them.
he smirked as you looked down onto him in waiting. he lowered his head as the panties followed along with him intertwined in his teeth. he dug his fingers into your things as he made his away along your silky legs. he reached the bottom and discarded your sweet panties. stiles mind filled with all the things he wanted to do with you. he thought first about fingering you, then slowly moving onto other things.
he lifted his head up, and saw your facial expression. it was a mix of impression and excitement. your smile lit up the room as stiles started to giggle as he got closer to your heat. he used his large hands to spread your thighs apart, and lowered his head closer. his fingers untangled your thighs and moved to your throbbing pussy.
he slowly inserted one finger, then heard a gasp for air. you whimpered as his long finger headed deeper inside of you. he took it slightly out, and inserted one more finger. your head was thrown back in pleasure as he slowly pumped both fingers in and out. you felt him get closer to you as his fingers continued to glide in and out at the perfect speed.
your body filled with tingles as he increased his speed. one hand was gripping your boob, while the other was heading inside of you. you quickly moved and scrambled as his fingers hit just the right spot. he slowly used the hand on your boob to play with your nipple, slightly pinching it for a pleasurable feeling.
your body was feeling hot and heavy while stiles slowly talked you up to an orgasm. âyouâre doing so good y/nâ, he spoke. you gasped in shock and pleasure when he said those five words. âplease cum for meâ, he groaned out. you saw his eyes focused on your wet pussy when he looked up and smirked in a devilish way.
he held eye contact with you as he spoke softly, âbaby you look so good taking my fingers.â your head filled with the things he was doing to you, and how good it felt. your core tightened as you felt the moment coming. he hit your g-spot one last time, and you collapsed. cum overflowed out of you as stiles latched his mouth onto your pussy.
he sucked up all he could, and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. you saw him look up at you with his lustful eyes. his tongue delved all around your area as he grinned. he lifted his head and moved his body so that he was on top of you. he lowered his head to your boob as slightly used his tongue to head around the area of your nipple.
stiles couldnât help but groan as your body smelled sweet. his tongue clenched around your hard nipple, and you moaned out in peace. he slightly chuckled at your noise, but still was focused. he unlatched his mouth, and slightly placed his lips onto yours. he pulled back, âi want you to taste yourself.â your eyes widened but you complied as he stuck his tongue into your mouth. your eyes got heavier as he slid his hand up your bare body.
he made out with you to help you release some tension. you felt on cloud nine as your soft lips intertwined with yours. he removed his lips, and slowly smirked. âwhat are you up to stilinski?â, you groaned and rolled your eyes.
âround 2?â
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Taking Calls
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: Whenever a man who makes you feel uncomfortable asks for your number, you give him your boyfriendâs number instead. Whenever he texts him all day and finally decides to call, Spencer plans on taking care of it.
Content/Warnings: Minor case details (nothing explicit), creep officer, loving boyfriend Spencer, intimidation mention, kissing, unprotected sex, Spencer answers a phone call in the middle of sex (I didnât know how to word that so it works lmao.)
Word Count: 1.2K
Anon Request: I had a spicy idea where a creepy cop tries to get readers number for âwork purposesâ and instead she gives him Spencerâs number and the cop happens to call Spencer and reader while heâs in the middle of fucking reader or the reader is in the middle of giving him a blowjob and the cop sort of hears her in the background? I just thought youâd be the perfect person to write this đ
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Spencer had his number given out before due to a prank on Derekâs end that had so many people blowing up his phone. It was something he vowed that he would get the man back for and specifically state that it could never happen again.
The team was on a case in Manhattan, a standard killer who had an awakened blood lust was terrorizing the city. After six victims, the NYPD felt it was best to invite the BAU onto the case, which seemed to be too little too late due to the man going dormant.
Every lead was buried so deep that youâd need an excavator to dig them up, still the team persisted. You were currently on day three, staying back at the police precinct along with Dave to interview the families of the deceased, hoping to dig up any leads.
You had currently stepped out for a brief break, standing by the coffee machine as you were getting one of the disposable cups, filling it to the brim with a healthy mixture of coffee and sugar. âHey, Y/L/N, correct?â A voice came from behind you, making you turn to look over the person addressing you. Officer Laslow. âHi, yes. Thatâs me. How can I help you?â You asked, eyebrows raising.
You didnât like to judge people, however you had a very uneasy feeling around him. The way he was looking at you was a good enough reason to be uncomfortable, the man seeming to mentally undress you as he stared into your soul. âI was just wondering if your team had any leads? I mean, Iâm sure the families know something,â He spoke, making you sigh as your shoulders slumped. âNothing, unfortunately.â You spoke while sipping from the coffee cup in your hands.
âNothing? What a shame. I was actually wondering if you and I could exchange numbers? No funny business, Iâm just wanting to make sure we can stay in communication throughout this case. You know, share intel.â
He couldâve just asked Aaron for updates. However, in the moment of being uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, you were clearing your throat. âWell. Okay.. Just for intel though.â You murmured, slowly taking the device from his hands to put in Spencerâs number instead of your own. Youâd explain things to your boyfriend later. Until then, you were doing the next best option. Spencer could handle this. You were sure of it.
As another day passed and there was no leads, the team was retreating to the hotel for the night to try and get some rest, even if they were overly focused on trying to catch the murderer running around freely. âHoney, I have a question.â Spencer began as he was walking from the bathroom, a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a white t-shirt clinging to his lanky frame. âIâve just had a lot of texts today. The person is addressing you by name. Wanna talk about who you gave my number to?â He asked softly. He knew it had to be a big deal if you wouldnât give someone your number.
âSome creep on the NYPD team. You shouldâve seen the way he looked at me, Spencer. It made me so uncomfortable.â You shivered while looking over at your boyfriend. âIâm sorry that I gave him your number. I didnât know what else to do.â The feeling of his hand rubbing your shoulder caused your body to relax, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
âIâm not upset with you by any means. I just wanted to ask. He didnât try and touch you or force himself on you, right?â He asked, slowly letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you shook your head. âNo. Nothing like that. He was just twice my size and intimidating. I mean, he couldâve hurt me if I rejected him.â In this job, Spencer saw cases like that far too much, so he believed it.
âCome here.â He spoke while slowly pressing a few kisses against your cheek. âItâll be okay. Iâll speak with Hotch about it tomorrow. Itâll get taken care of.â He smiled, the back of his knuckle gently caressing your cheek. âHow did I get so lucky to be with you?â You asked softly, offering a smile as you leaned against his touch. âIâm the lucky one.â He mused, now moving to press a sweet kiss against your lips.
However, the kiss was only cut short whenever he could hear the ringtone on his phone designated for texts. âThis guy is a real piece of work.â Your boyfriend muttered against your lips, opting to ignore the incessant sounds coming from his phone as he carried on your shared kiss. As the kids deepened, his hands were working to push your shirt over your head before his hands were working on your work pants. You hadnât changed just yet, so he felt like he was definitely helping you out in the grand scheme of things.
Once you were undressed to his liking, it wasnât long until your own hands were pushing at his clothes to bring him to the same level of unclothed as you were. âLay down.â Spencer breathed as he broke the kiss, watching you push yourself back in bed before he was crawling on top of you to attach your lips once more. You were both eager, a lot of stress from this case as well as your own yearning for pleasure making things go just a little faster than usual. He used one hand to bring one of your legs around his waist, which prompted you to mirror your actions with your other leg.
Pushing your panties to the side, your boyfriend wasted no time pushing his cock inside of your eager cunt, a low groan leaving his lips as the hand propping him up was gripping the sheets. âFuck. I love you.â He whispered, pressing a few sweet kisses to your lips. For once today, you felt like you could forget the officer from earlier, to enjoy the moment. Until Spencer was getting a call. âAre you kidding?â He huffed out of frustration, hips still thrusting at a slow pace as he was reaching over to take his cellphone from the bedside table.
âW-we should stop.â You breathed, knowing he had to take the call judging by the look on his face. âNo. No, just lay there and take it, pretty girl. Iâm gonna settle this once and for all.â He murmured. Before you could object, he was swiping to answer the call. âI donât appreciate being ignored.â The male on the other end of the phone huffed. Just hearing his slimy voice had Spencer cringing. Using his shoulder to hold the phone up to his ear, he let out a soft breath. His hips thrusted into you at a faster speed, your lip tucked between your teeth as you really did try to keep quiet.
âSheâs busy but I can take a message.â Spencer answered as if he wasnât jackhammering you into the mattress right now, whines and moans slipping from your lips as you couldnât hold them back anymore. âWho is this?â The officer asked, now his annoyance being clear as day. âSpencer!â You gasped out, answering his question without even being aware of it.
âYou heard her. Tell the nice man on the phone who has the pleasure of fucking you.â Spencer grunted, making you red in the face as you gripped his upper arms. âYou!â
âMy name, baby. Tell him who gets to take you home every night.â
âSpencer!â You panted, head tossed back as he was pounding into your sweet spot.
âNow. If youâll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I hope you get the hint.â He murmured.
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