#i mentioned it before i think but i consider her a little different so i havent gotten to her yet
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INITIAL THOUGHTS ON ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 1 (EPISODES 1-3)
(iâm not good at putting my thoughts into words so feel free to give your own opinions, i rlly wanna hear them)
SPOILERS AHEAD///
ok so my biggest critique is the pacing. everything is very quick very fast and a lot is going on. i understand that this is immediately after a large event which of course caused a reaction however it was just very intense and a lot to keep up with especially considering the amount of new and confusing things introduced throughout the three episodes with minimal slow down. it was alittle difficult to keep up. the timeline of the show is confusing and i have no idea how long it has been between scenes. viktor was barely in that weird healing chamber for a few scenes before he was emerging as someone new. caitlyn and vi were going from loving to fighting to understanding to fighting again very quickly with little time to develop independently, their kiss and divorce werenât even 30 minutes apart from each other. also, who the fuck is this kid hanging around with jinx?? why is she following her, why doesnât she talk, whatâs her name, how long has she been with her?? this lack of time to let things develop has caused these episodes to feel rushed.
with this introduction of many new things some have left me with a lot of questions. my biggest issue revolves around the arcane. i literally do not recall it being mentioned or being an important topic in s1 but all of a sudden jayce knows a fuck ton about it as well as heimerdinger? when did he learn this? i assume itâs from viktors notes and research but that still fails to cover the amount of knowledge jayce now possesses.
HOWEVER THE ARCANE IS VERY COOL AND IM VERY VERY INVESTED. i absolutely love the changes to viktor, his weird apathy and changes are definitely rushed but so interesting to see, his design and behaviour are so very compelling and im very excited to see the development. additionally, this group dynamic between jayce, ekko and heimerdinger is soooooo fun. it offers a break from the intensity with some silliness i think is desperately needed, plus itâs super satisfying to see the trio bounce off each other. that final scene of them in ep3 was visually incredible and i loved seeing the effects upon the hextech weapons during the jinx, sevika vs vi, caitlyn fight. the scene of viktor amongst the shimmer infected was very interesting and it was so cool to truly see the severe effects of shimmer and the inhumanity of viktor is making a clear route towards his glorious evolution which is am keen to watch.
that ambessa reveal at the end was INCREDIBLE. i genuinely didnât see it coming and it made my jaw DROP. the quiet, smart suspicion from mel is always incredible to see, her political mind and morals conflicting is so very engaging and sheâs really developing into herself in these episodes which was a joy to witness. the mystery of her brother is compelling and links well through s1 and s2 to make the storyline fun to follow. i also simply must compliment the designs revolving around the noxians and animal-esque (sorry idk what theyâre called) people. the absolute variety and inspiration from real life cultures is beautiful to see. i am incredibly confused about the magic and that one lady (amara?) but i assume thatâll be answered in later episodes.
jinx is not looking good lmao. i love her design being so corpse-like and deathly, it really fits well and really embraces the differences between powder and jinx. but i do wish we saw more of her. i see her actions but i lack understanding for some of them, primarily revolving around the child (isha?) and why the kids even there but the newfound bond between sevika and jinx is refreshing to see. the scene of them in silcos old office brought a smile to my face and the design of that fucking arm is soooo cool i love the clownish purely jinx vibe to it.
caitlyn is probably the stand out character so far (plus maybe viktor). her absolute grief and seeing her facade break down throughout the episodes was heartbreaking, the tentative yet conflicting moments of softness with vi were beautiful yet had that perfect undercurrent of tragedy that arcane masters so well. her rage and break up with vi was easy to see coming yet so incredibly jarring to watch, that harsh and merciless behaviour is so different from s1, the development is well done and a morbid pleasure to see. and that final episode. oh my. the shock to acceptance of darkness was fantastic, ambessa truly is a master at manipulating weakness in even the strongest of people and seeing this duo is going to be so soul crushing that iâm itching for more.
vi felt very rushed to me and alittle dry? idk why tho i canât really explain it. i understand her choices but it felt like something was missing until that final scene with cait. that was an absolute masterpiece. seeing her realising that the horrors of war is corrupting everyone around her and pleading for it to please not happen is so so SO fucking sad and my heart was breaking. i loved seeing her moral strength and solidity to her values which has always been a key part of her character so i appreciate the consistency. idk why something about her was just⌠different.
the opening scene was incredible. the absolute horror of it was so clear and i was literally shaking the entire time. 10/10 opening.
overall, i hope things slow down alittle but i greatly enjoyed season 2 and im very excited to see the characters develop and to see even more of this beautiful world.
#arcane#arcane s2#arcane season 2#jinx#vi#viktor#ekko#caitlyn kiramman#mel medarda#ambessa medarda#jayce talis#caitvi#jayvik#i havenât slept#itâs 10am#this prolly makes no sense#people share your#opinions#below#iâd love to read them (:
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*ÂˇË FIRST KISS HEADCANONS : SUNDAY *¡Ë
Yeah, Sunday escalated a little, which is why he was moved to this post, lol. That's...kinda throwing off my initial plan for these posts. Anyways, bone app the teeth??
*ÂˇË warnings/info: well, there's obviously going to be mentions of kissing; reader implied to be shorter than Sunday. *ÂˇË english isn't my native language!
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âË・â Sunday âË・â
⢠Sunday the kinda guy to have his first kiss after an old-fashioned date or something. I mean, my characterizations of everyone keep changing more extremely than the weather in Germany, but yeah, bare with me for the current one. ⢠Spending time with Sunday (and sometimes Robin) was almost like an everyday occurrence to you. You were...friends? Well, you certainly were close. It wasn't unusual for you to be alone with him, have long conversations about nothing and everything, go out to get dinner with him. ⢠And you didn't expect today to look any different when he invited you over to spend time with him at his place, thinking he just needed some company in Robin's absence. After all, you were close, and that's what people who got along with each other did - spend time together. ⢠But, as you spent time with him, laughing over anything you found funny enough, you felt the energy between you was...different than usual. Sometimes you caught Sunday looking at you a little longer than usual, physical touch lingering, and eventually, you found yourself standing beside him on a balcony, overlooking the Morning Dew Dreamscape, your meeting slowly coming to an end.
''I don't think I'll ever get over this view,'' you sighed, leaning against the railing as you watched Morning Dew's sunrise. You had been to a handful of different Dreamscapes, but nothing could ever compare to those that shared the beauty of the morning sun with you. Beside you, Sunday chuckled softly, his shoulder almost brushing yours as he joined you, ''Well, maybe there's a beautiful sunrise somewhere out there just waiting for you to finally witness it.'' ''I have to find a way off this place first, no?'' you quipped, glancing over at him, ''And I guess I can't really do that until Robin returns. Can't just leave you alone, can I?'' When your eyes met his, you found that Sunday had already been looking at you, a gentle expression on his face. ''Well, I'm glad you're still around,'' he muttered quietly, his smile making you flustered, ''I don't think there's anyone whose company I enjoy more.'' ''Yeah? Huh, I don't think Robin would want to hear that,'' you joked, your voice softer than before, almost hesitant. The atmosphere around you was changing, the innocence of the early morning hours suddenly filled with another emotion, one you couldn't name just yet. Sunday just laughed at your response, turning to face the sun, ''I doubt she'd be surprised.'' ''I'm sure she realized it long before I did,'' he continued, catching you slightly off-guard. With a perplexed expression, you just stared at him, repeating his words in your head. You knew that Sunday considered you someone he shared a close relationship with - otherwise, you wouldn't be here right now - but it still made your heart skip a beat to hear him voice it all so openly. In the pale morning light, you found yourself entranced by him, watching the way the soft rays danced across his face, making his golden eyes shine even brighter than you had ever seen. His words kept repeating in your head, quietly, like a choir as your mind went through all the possible meanings behind the simple sentence. ''I hope she doesn't mind that I'm her brother's favorite,'' you finally spoke again, sounding far more off than you had expected, making Sunday turn to meet your gaze. He was smiling, a mixture of amusement and endearment on his face, ''She knew that it was bound to happen.'' ''Besides,'' he added, turning around to fully face you, ''I care about the two of you in very different ways. Robin is my sister, my family. And I love her the way you love your own blood.'' A heartbeat of silence. The world around you seemed to slow down, the ambiance noise as if muted while Sunday continued his speech, ''While my feelings for you and my sister aren't...that unalike, there is an important distinction. I feel familial love for Robin, while I feel something much deeper for you.'' The beating inside your chest made you think your heart was about to break out of your rib cage, and you didn't even realize that you had stopped breathing, unable to break eye contact as you stared at the man, straightening up while trying to process his words. Neither of you was saying anything right now. You were both just looking at each other, the atmosphere completely changed. Sunday seemed as if he was expecting an answer, but your mind was racing in overdrive, unable to form coherent thoughts. And, while Sunday was starting to grow slightly nervous given your...lack of response to his ''confession'', something inside you just- switched. The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them, catching not just you, but also the man off-guard. ''May I kiss you?'' Another heartbeat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle, relief flooding Sunday's expression, ''You may.'' And you did, leaning forward, the nervousness terrorizing you as your lips met his in a soft, brief kiss before you pulled away again, your hands shaking slightly.
You were about to say something, comment on...everything that had been said and done today, but before you could come to word, Sunday cut you off with another kiss, this one longer, deeper, and as you stood there in the light of the early morning sun, you found yourself hoping the moment would never pass.
Sunday held you close after that, his forehead resting against yours as you just stood there, allowing the rays of sunlight to engulf you, the pale golden hue like a sign that you had made the right choice, that you had found the right one.
For the longest time, neither of you wanted to leave, lost in the other's embrace until Sunday slowly pulled away, a sigh escaping his lips, ''I fear I probably have to get back to work.''
''I- I know,'' you muttered, looking up at him, ''Just...a few more minutes? Is that alright? I just...I don't want you to leave yet.'' Your voice was quiet, almost fragile. You couldn't remember the last time you sounded this vulnerable.
And Sunday noticed, eyes widening momentarily before he began to smile, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up and place another brief kiss to your lips, ''Just a few more minutes, then I'll have to get back. But you're welcome to stay with me if you want.''
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it's probably decently obvious that my main lemon demon design was created BEFORE seeing any fandom depictions (or even really that much official art past the logo) because of how violently he stands out in comparison to other designs. it's a little obvious that my inspiration was self-contained and it granted me a bit of creative freedom along with a completely different train of thought while designing him. his three eyes however is very much a relic of 2022 because I was designing a lot of demons with asymmetrical faces at the time and well, why not make another
anyway here's a comparison of him to my most recent lemon demon original design (where it's a bit more obvious I was influenced by somewhat of a fandom culture)
extra bonus rambling under the cut
my general design process has actually stayed relatively contained with a few exceptions like soft fuzzy man's color and weirdly neil himself. yeah sorry chat neil is the first guy that was highly influenced by someone else's design you can shoot me too if you'd like. but I legitimately believe he's the only real example because every other character that has a design remotely similar to someone else is likely due to us both following a similar source material (like my cabinet design being based off polybius) or there being only so many ways to interpret the design (gef the mongoose would've fallen into this category if it wasn't for the fact I made him Joker colors)
in general I tend to follow a mindset of how "weird" I can make a design or how much I can push a lyric/implement it into a design. I also like to twist around the convention and try new things. a good example of both of these apply to my doctor amnesia design.
really the main things going through my head were "well he didn't state HOW many eyes", chosing an eye color that often is overlooked in conventional beauty standards to elevate them and cause you to think, while leaning into the somewhat otherworldly nature she's depicted in by giving her blue skin, a color I associate with the song.
another fun thing I'll do is create a "design pipeline" where I'll take an attribute and run it through a list of connections before we end up in a place long past where we started or just combining a bunch of traits that could be interpreted that way, resulting in designs like this.
though wolfgang isn't my weirdest design, he definitely did not start where we ended off. I believe before the wizard of oz theming for clown circus was set in stone (a choice that has EVERYTHING to do with oz explodes and an element I'll explain later), he was some kinda mirror object head that had absolutely nothing to do with his current namesake. since I wasn't satisfied with that design, I kept a relative aspect of the personality and shapes and thus ended up creating a really interesting take on a character who is largely depicted as... well there's no really good way to say this, but Bad.
since I was working with a new fresh aspect I started by making him a wolf... and then connecting him to "there's a robot in my head". this kind of connected the dots to ultimately make him associated to the tin man, since no one was connected to that character for the wizard of oz element and it was up for grabs (this is also how he somehow got associated with toasters via connecting the previously mentioned song to "what's in the toaster", etc etc). these pipelines of connecting songs that aren't normally related, but making them Work in a believable way makes designs more interesting for me and gives them a bit more purpose and personality. I think this is what ultimately makes people get a bit lost on my interpretations considering they aren't super simple by just being about One Song, but by being about multiple that aren't originally related in the source material. just like how I connected dr amnesia to when he died, explaining a bit of her more mildly supernatural or off-putting elements by making the man in that song her father.
the final real design element that I focus on is the strange rule I follow in terms of how these characters are shaped. there's a massive sort of "alice in wonderland" theming going on in terms of how human/humanoid designs look in contrast to designs that look less and less human. their proportions become more cartoon and shaped, their sizes are affected etc etc all while the human/humanoid characters stay relatively normal next to each other with more believable design elements.
here's the horrid long strip of nearly 100 different character renders next to each other to get a general idea on what I'm talking about
the silhouettes of the human characters "pop" less because they're supposed to contrast to their nonhuman counterparts. which isn't something I normally do, but given the source idea of a sort of "wonderland", I think it works in this specific context.
in conclusion: I'm design autistic and like to use designing to try new things, which is why I fucked that lemon up. sorry about that chat
#guy on the right is completely unaffiliated with the ncu which is why I don't think about him that much sorry ld#also imagine him with half circle black eyes like the logo design because that's legitimately the only colored art of him#nobody has ever actually asked me about this before so I will no longer wait for permission#debating whether or not I should even main tag this I want this self contained to my followers#but it's late so I'm sure no one will see this anyway erm#edit: fuck it it took like ten morbillion years to write the bonus stuff I'm main tagging#lemon demon#mos text post
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My Thoughts on the Supposed 'Plot Hole' in Rafayel's Branch
Iâve seen a few people pointing out some "plot holes" in Rafayelâs branch. One of the biggest complaints is: How did MC suddenly know about Rafayel being a Lemurian and their special bond?
(spoiler ahead)
Iâll admit, this surprised me at first too. But after taking some time to process it, I realized that the two-month time skip after MC returns from the N109 Zone isnât just a random gapâitâs pretty clear that a lot happens off-screen during this period, most likely involving interactions between MC and each of the boys.
Weâve seen a similar approach in Zayneâs branch, where MC already knows about Zayneâs recurring nightmares, even though this was never explicitly mentioned in the main story. The reason people donât focus on this as a plot hole is because itâs easy to assume that Zayne and MC discussed it during the two-month gap, given their established friendship.
Rafayelâs case feels different, though, because the reveal is a big dealâitâs about his Lemurian heritage and the bond he shares with MC. This is probably why some of us feel like it shouldnât have been glossed over. However, I think we need to give the devs a little credit and consider that Rafayel and MC likely had important moments during those two months. Hereâs why:
Rafayel was the last person MC saw before heading to the N109 Zone. It makes sense that sheâd talk to him when she got back.
Even though itâs not explicitly stated that theyâve been talking frequently, MC trusts Rafayel enough to involve him in her mission. This kind of trust doesnât just happen overnight, it suggests theyâve been growing closer during the time skip.
Another common complaint Iâve seen is that Rafayelâs branch doesnât mention the beta-protocurve plot, which was a major focus in Zayneâs story. However, Zayneâs branch revolves heavily around his recurring nightmare, so it makes sense that the beta-protocurve would tie into it. Beta-protocurves are unique energy wavelengths emitted by certain Wanderers, capable of distorting space itself. Exploring this in his branch serves the purpose of exploring his backstory.
On the other hand, including the beta-protocurve in Rafayelâs branch wouldnât have the same impact.
Comparing Rafayelâs branch to Zayneâs and expecting the same kind of focus feels like missing the point. The purpose of the branch isnât just to explore the beta-protocurve but to dig deeper into what Ever is planning behind the scenes.
As Jenna put it:
âOur mission isnât just about finding the Aether Cores. We also need to investigate the shady organizations that covet them. These cores are essentially ticking time bombs in the wrong hands.â
The focus isnât just on the new Wanderer or the Aether Coreâitâs about setting up Ever as a major antagonist. Both Zayneâs and Rafayelâs branches serve their own purposes, each contributing to the larger narrative in its own way. In the end, I feel that both branches are doing exactly what they need to do to build up the the future chapters.
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Another oneshot (?) we've been all waiting for. The sequel to this piece over here :> Ah, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this. I hope you enjoy it!!!
Warnings: mentions of unaliving you. (explained in the first part) Naoya is insecure about himself, but loves you greatly. mentions of pregnancy. yep, you're pregnant and happily married :) slight mentions of nsfw activities. minimal proofreading I think?
Happy reading!!
Why did it have to be him?
Of all people that couldâve been chosen from to follow through with this lead, of all willing candidates who were more than ready to seize the glory the completion of this mission would provideâŚ
Why did they choose him?
Was it because he was the one that discovered said lead? Or how deep it actually ran? Just enough to affect not only his fellow sorcerers, but civilians as well?
It sounded like an excuse, not even a good one at that, to keep him promptly occupied and away from his true, and only priority; the reason why he started this sting operation in the first place.
Yet, as much as he wanted to escape, he remained behind because there was some truth to be found behind their words: no one else knew the gravity of the situation better than him. There was no other that experienced so closely what it was to almost lose someone dear to him, and such, the importance to put an end to all of this.
Working every single day and night, Naoya was eventually able to catch the head of this whole mafia and bring them to justiceâonly then, was he able to return home to you, his pregnant and inconsolable wife which could barely express her feelings outside of a tight hug, fearing heâll disappear if she letâs go, and quiet sobs, wishing heâd never leave again.
âNaoyaâ you breathe, taking in his scent, his warmth, his everything youâve been cruelly deprived of for months. âNaoya, pleâplease, donât leave me againâŚâ
âI wonâtââ And your husband was eager to promise you so, having long decided that missions are temporarily suspended until he decides otherwiseâ
But the moment his arms embrace you back, the first time in what felt like eons for him⌠heâs welcomed by a horrifying revelation, a sensation he perhaps wouldnât have noticed if he hadnât disappeared.
Your stomach was bigger, more prominent; he had to stretch his arms a little more in order to completely fit youâ
Undermining the length of his absence, earnestly reassuring himself on his way back that he hadnât been away from you for long, that he hadnât missed much of your kisses or giggles⌠or his childâs growth.
But obviously, he had. It was plain to see.
And he had missed all of it because of that stupid mission that didnât even pay him that well...
Naoya began to distance himself from you soon after.
You didnât think much of it at first, naively believing he was just⌠trying to readjust back into his previous home life, break away from being constantly on his toes and simply relax. It was only a matter of time before Naoya returned to the same loving, albeit teasing, husband you knew and loved!
God knows you went through the same thing when returning to the Zenâin estate, which you never believed would happen considering how everything transpired after your supposed allergy.
In fact, everything about it was⌠confusing, for a lack of better wording. From the swiftness in which you were transferred to your clanâs home, to how you were received back by an entirely different staffâŚ
A part of you swore it wasnât a simple allergyâ
Nonetheless, you trusted Naoya, knew how he was too. Prone to overreacting at the smallest mention of danger, a side of him that only worsened upon learning of your pregnancy.
In these matters, sometimes silence was the best path to take. More so if it meant a happy marriage, a happier life, in return.
At least thatâs what you wished to believe, because no amount of compromise seemed to put things back in place, not even after days of his return, nor how much you desired it to.
Something just⌠didnât sit right with him. The short answers, his quick glances, to even keeping distance between the two when sharing the same bedâŚ!
There was something undeniably wrong with your husband, but you were not to give up anytime soon. Even when these little things began to chip away at your poor dismayed heart, you still found it in yourself to give him the benefit of the doubt.
ÂŤHe just needs a little pushÂť you conclude. ÂŤA reminder of what he missed, and heâll be back on trackÂť
And thankfully, you knew exactly what to do.
With a light robe that left nothing to the imagination, youâd wait for him in your shared chambers, patiently sitting by the futon to when he eventually crosses the door, eyes wide as Naoya took in your form, breath hitching to his throat the moment the garment fell to your sides, enough provocation for him to move closer, finally within your hands grasp.
âNaoya.â You softly cooed, fingers carefully tracing the edges of his hakama, which you soon began to undo. âMy love.â
Heâs always found it amusing how easily he succumbed to your charms: just two words while batting your eyes and he was putty in your hands.
âI missed you.â You cooed, pouring honey into his ears as you continued to undress him; Naoya did nothing to stop his robes from falling beside himâtoo entranced to care about anything else but you, and the heat settling underneath your touch. âYou donât know how lonely Iâve been without youâŚâ
Youâd then place a trail of kisses, beginning from his ear down to his cheek and then, his lips, where heâd cautiously return the gestures, almost as if he were afraid of hurting you.
But as much as you wished heâd be a bit more assertive; you do not press himâif anything, his reaction makes your heart tighten, urging you to spoil him even further, which you do by softly intertwining your hands with his, pulling them up to your sensitive breasts and resting them there.
âWithout your touch⌠without your warmthâ You murmur, gently squeezing him against you before sliding his hands down your sides⌠âNo matter how much I tried⌠nothing compares to you.â
Onto your rounded stomach, to the soft skin protecting his unborn childâa son or daughter made from your overflowing love, fated to represent such union by either resembling their father or you; Naoya secretly hopes they take after you, both physically and in personality.
And you⌠well, a little prince that looked just like your husband simply made the wait unbearable.
But regardless of the outcome, both knew theyâd love them either way.
âPlease.â You breathe against his lips, palm gently rubbing against his growing desire. âI need you.â
But even your longing couldnât contend against Naoyaâs uncertainty, for the moment his fingers graced your belly, he was sourly reminded of the revelation that has haunted him since his return, fated to haunt you too when he immediately retracted.
And way he looked at you, at your child, almost as if he were frightened, if not disgusted⌠is one that permanently imprints on the back of your mind; destroying any last hope you had for this sweet moment, and subsequently, your heart with the following questioning.
âDid I⌠Did I do something?â you quietly ponder, hands trembling as you struggled whether to keep looking at Naoya, or glance away. You didnât know anymoreâŚ
Only that it hurt.
âNo, itâs⌠itâs not you.â He responds, probably the largest sentence youâve gotten out of him since his return; and the answer that made your assumptions worsen.
âThen isâis itâis it the baby?â you fret, feeling whatever remained of your heart break. âDo youâDo you not want the baby anymore?â
âWhat?â Naoyaâs eyes widen, perplexed by the accusation. âWhat did you just say?â
It was outrageous, uncalled for considering all what he did and for who did it.
But to you, who was kept in the dark throughout the entirety of his absence, alongside his shockingly different behavior, your mind could only point you onto one direction:
In his time away, back on the field and for a long time just like he did before the two married⌠did he suddenly realize how restricting a baby would be on his life? On his career? Perhaps acknowledge that this is not something he was willing to sacrifice?
Or did heâ
Did he conclude you were not the right person to share this experience with? Someone out there far more suitable than you?
Naoya didnât need to read minds to know exactly what was going on through your thoughts, nor to be reminded of what he must to ensure your happiness, which he had selfishly stripped you away fromâonce againâŚ
âI would put down my life just to keep you and our child safe.â Naoya says, moving to take your hands with his as a gesture to put all this behind, but when you flinch away in return, heâs given a taste of what youâve silently endured since his return. âY/Nââ
âYourâyour words donât go with what youâwith what youâve done.â You quietly retort, struggling with the cluster of emotions his actions provided: from embarrassment, to sadness, ending in anger⌠and yet, you still loved him. âHow can you say that when youâveâwhen youâve done nothing but reject me?â
Once again Naoya wishes to immediately refute your worries, but he knew well it would prove your claim, do the very same thing he swore to prevent.
Seems that all this time he spent trying to protect you was for naught, for heâd come straight home to hurt you instead.
âHave I⌠Have I become⌠undesirable to you, because of this?â Given the way he glanced away whenever coming near him, what else were you supposed to think?
âY/N.â Naoya persists, cupping your face and forcing you to look at himâyour eyes reflecting straight back at him how consistently stupid he had been with you.
Yes, the pain he felt for not being there with you through this very important time of their marriage is very validâno one said otherwise.
But had he even considered how infinitely worse it had been for you? You were the one carrying his child, dealing with all that pertained to a pregnancy: hormones, pains, fears and insecurities⌠with the addition of just what you needed: his second thoughts.
Could anyone blame you for assuming such things?
âWhâwhat?â you respond, frowning.
âI havenât been truthful to you.â Naoya begins. âIn fact, I donât think I have been at all.â
âYou think?â you accuse, he swallows.
âI know.â Naoya corrects. âI know I havenât been honest with anything. From my absence to my behavior towards you, the least you deserve is the truth.â
ââŚIs there someone else?â you quickly interrupt. âJust tell me ifââ
âNo, never. I love you too much to ever look at someone else and you know that.â
You look away, afflicted to have even considered such a horrible thing, as if he hadnât proved so countless times.
âThen⌠what is it?â you murmur. âWhat have I done to make you act this way?â
âNothing.â He responds. âYou didnât do nothing at all.â
It was only the passage of time that earned you such reckless reaction, marking you responsible for something you had no influence over.
His baby was to continue grow inside you regardless of if he was there to see it or not. And in a way, he should be happy this was the way things were occurring: It meant that your pregnancy was a healthy one, the only thing he desired for you and the baby at the end of the day!
But he allowed his emotions to get the best of him and now, made you victim of his consequences.
He could see it in the way you didnât believe his words, your eyes looking at him but void of the adoration and devotion you always blessed him with.
Naoya feels undoubtedly foolish. The only one undeserving here was him.
âYou never had an allergy reaction. Not even close. The reason why I asked you to stay with your dad was because...â Naoya stops. âWas because there was anâan attempt on your life. Someone thought theyâd be able to hurt you and walk away without consequences. I made sure he knew otherwise.
And⌠I kept it a secret because I thought it would be best for you. I thought that by doing so Iâd be protecting you⌠but it seems I only ended up hurting you instead.
I wasnât supposed to keep this long away from you either. But what I once thought a quick mission turned out to be a whole operation; and since I was the one who found out everything, I was also responsible to seeing the end of it.â
Naoya hopes that by explaining this youâd be able to⌠well, maybe not forgive him at the moment, but at least look at him with that glint in your eye that made his heart quicken every time. A step closer to his redemptionâŚ
And not be shocked by your following words!
âI already knew all that! But it still doesnât explain why youâre acting this way with me.â
âYouâyou knew? How?â Naoya thought he ordered all those around you to keep this situation under complete secrecy, even threatened to retaliate if not.
But what surprised him the most wasnât the breach of his trust, but rather⌠your knowledge and composure of the matter, as if you hadnât been the target all along.
âMy staff told me.â You confessed. More precisely, Haruko, whom at the sight of your disheartened façade at your husbandâs prolonged absence just had to tell you the truth.
With Mariyaâs subsequent scolding giving you enough leverage to ensure its veracity.
âThey tend to be very attentive about all that happens around the estate, and if necessary, they also tell me about it.â You continue. ââŚBut please donât punish them because of this. They mean nothing but good for me.â
âI know, and I wonât do so.â Naoya promises, far more intrigued in knowing just how far their knowledge of their surroundings extended: if they were aware of all his surprises and told you about them, if your reactions to them had been planned tooâŚ
Or if your staff still gave him a chance, understanding how special these gestures were for the two and letting everything play out by itself.
Naoya knew your ladies were ones to be trusted even with your own life, which is why he moves on to worry about your seeming indifference to this scandalous revelation.
âAnd you werenât⌠frightened when they told you?â He breathes, his heart tightening at notion of your anguish, how he wasnât there to comfort you.
âI was, and for the longest time I didnât want to eat anything even if it was handed to me by my most trustedâŚâ you continue, those days are ones you still struggle to forget. âBut⌠I guess that after a while, my worries eventually extended over to you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, first because you are my husband and I always worry for you, and secondly, because you were out there dealing with the people that tried to harm us⌠and were close to succeeding.â
âPlease donât say that.â Naoya begs; the thought of you and his babyâ he doesnât even want to think about it.
â⌠I tried my best to know of your whereabouts, what you were truly doing, but since this was a secret to begin with, I could barely find anything.â You responded. âOr why you wanted to keep this hidden from me.â
âI wanted to protect you. I didnât want to give you another scare that might hurt the baby...â
âI know.â You sigh. âWhich is why I ultimately decided to not push the subject when you came back; believing that once you were here, with us, everything would go back to normalâŚâ
âExcept it didnât.â Naoya concludes, you tearfully look away.
âI looked back on all the things that happened in hopes of finding an answer. To what I knew, what Iâve done, if maybe there was something I said over the phone that you didnât like, but⌠nothing seemed to click for me. So, I guess that after all that happened alongside how lonely I felt, my mind simply assumed youâveââ
ââfound someone else.â
ââŚHave you?â
âNo; you know I donât entertain others since the moment I met you.â He repeats.
âThen why⌠this?â
Shall he tell you that the way heâs chosen to deal with his prolonged absence⌠was by continuously rejecting you? Keeping away from you and his unborn child, missing even more of the growth he swore to witness and protect?
If he wants a slap across the face, he ought to.
But even then, heâd much rather take your anger than the pain of you mistrusting him enough to believe heâd ever love anybody else that wasnât you.
His heart was yours, from the very moment he set his eyes on you. Naoya swore so when marrying youâ
Noâsince the moment he was born Naoya already knew he was destined to spend the rest of his life with you, and the next one, and the next one. He just needed to find youâŚ
And make amends in this one if he planned to achieve that too.
ââŚBecause when I saw you again, I thought everything would go right back to how it was. That Iâd find you just how I left you, happy, well fed, and with that adorable belly of yours I couldnât wait to see growâŚ
But once I held you in my arms⌠when I felt how big our child had truly grown, how much time Iâd ended up spending away from youâ
I couldnât stand to be near you. I felt repulsed by myself, like I had failed youââ
Like I didnât deserve you.
âIâm sorry, Y/N. I love you and our little mochi so, so much, I donât know what came over me to hurt you.â
âI donât like it when you keep secrets from me⌠I thought we agreed to never do that when we got married.â
âI know, I know.â He sighs, looking away. It was now your time to cup his face and return his heartbroken gaze to you. âI just wanted to protect you.â
âAnd you can do that⌠by our side.â You then grab his hands, carefully placing them over your stomach and caressing it. ââŚPlease donât leave us again, I donât think my heart could take that againâŚâ
âI wonât, I swear.â Naoya says. âI never want to leave your side ever again or miss our babyâs growth. I want to be there when she gives her first kick.â
âWhy are you so adamant in believing our baby is a girl?â you giggle, he smiles.
âI donât know, fatherâs intuition, I guess. Though it all started the moment I had that dream of her. Ever since, all I can see is a little girl that looks just like you running across the estateâ He confesses, your breath hitches. âWith your big, bright eyes and rosy chubby cheeks I cannot wait to pinch, demanding sheâd be given taro mochi before dinnerâand you naturally sneaking some for her, of course.â
âYou dream of our baby?â you swoon.
âEvery night.â Naoya admits, and the thought of your husband being so eager to welcome his baby that he dreams of her⌠it warms you up with unprecedented happiness.
âDonât curse our daughter like thatâŚâ you pout, referencing how Naoya already plans to tease her. He laughs.
âFinally accepted the truth, huh? That sheâs a girl?â
âYouâre not off the hook yetââ but just when you were on way to refute him, a sudden shiver down your spine stops you, making Naoya quickly reach out for your robe and wrap you with it, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before hugging you.
Being so close to you after so long it made it physically impossible for him to stray away, especially with the tight way you hugged him back, finally giving him all the love itched to shareâand taking in his warmth, his scent; the smell you missed oh so much, but was only able to enjoy through the covers on the bed or his clothes.
Neither wanted this moment to end.
âAre you still cold?â Naoya asks, gently rubbing your back.
âNo, not anymoreâŚâ you whisper, leaning deeper into his chest before trembling once more. âOh, well, a little bit.â
âCome on, letâs get you back on the futon.â He proposes. âUnless you still want toâŚâ
You shake your head, for as endearing as that sounded, there was much to catch up to.
âI just want to be like this with you.â You add, looking up to him. âIf⌠thatâs ok with you.â
âNothing would make me happier.â
Making haste, Naoya helps you down onto the bed with such tenderness you could only giggle at, reminding him that you were only pregnant, and subsequently, still capable of doing many things.
âNo, weâre not doing that.â He says, firmly set on pampering you; let it be known that he greatly loved you and missed being with you like this.
And once you were comfortably set on the bed, underneath the warm cotton covers and safe within his arms, he rested his hands over your stomach, no longer flinching at itâs feeling and instead, relishing your scent âroses, his favoriteâand what this felt like to him, what you always represented:
Home.
âHave you eaten well? After that, I mean.â He wonders; Naoya doesnât doubt you have, between your family and staff, there was never a moment they would allow you to lack what you so much desired. Yet, he still wishes to know directly from you.
âContrary from what this may seem, Iâve only gotten this big because of the baby, not because Iâve been eating that muchâŚâ
âI wasnât implying anything.â He laughs, still caressing your stomach. âThough I have to admit that I find you quite adorable like this.â
You blush.
âYou mustâve been huge as a baby.â You continue on, enjoying the warmth eradiating from his hand onto your growing belly. And something tells you your adorable baby does too.
âMe? What makes you think that? Couldâve been your side of the family.â Naoya snickers.
âUm, no it isnât. Iâve seen pictures of me and my dad tells me I wasnât this big. Besides, itâs not fair that I havenât been able to find pictures of you when you were a baby to corroborate that.â
âAh, so thatâs what youâve been doing all this time?â He asks, inwardly glad that Ranta had managed to hide them. Though after this he supposes he could give you a previewâŚ
âBesides eating odd cravingsâŚâ you giggle, intertwining your fingers with his, admiring the sensation of his wedding band underneath your touch. âLike Cheetos and strawberry yogurtâŚâ
âDonât tell me you actually ate that.â
âOur baby wanted it, what was I supposed to do? Deny her? That would only make me a bad mother.â
âOr a spoiling one.â He smiles. âBut I canât be too harsh on you, Iâd be the same.â
âIf not worseâŚâ you say, recounting all the gifts he sent you while away. You havenât even gone through all of them yetâand something tells you you might never, somehow more on the wayâŚ
��Definitely worse.â Naoya repeats, squeezing your cheeks into a pout before kissing the side of your face. âI love you, and Iâm sorry.â
âI have long forgiven you, Naoya.â You respond, turning around to see him. âBut⌠promise to never do that again. We swore not to keep secrets between us. And if we are to make this family work, we have to be a team.â
âI know; us against the world.â Naoya murmurs, pulling you closer to him and giving you one last tight hug. âI promise, and I swear Iâll do everything within my reach to make up for all my mistakes.â
âYou donât need to do that, just your love will be enough for the two of us.â
He gives you a breathy chuckle, that he knows will not be an issue, he has more than enough love to share with you and his unborn baby, perhaps even more than heâs comfortable disclosing, which could easily be mended with another babyâ
But all in due time, for he does not intend to rush this special moment with you. He simply desires to live the rest of his life with you, one day at a time.
Just⌠you and his baby.
What a lovely thought to fall asleep to.
I cannot believe they had this discussion naked LMAO I can't be the only one that thought so đ anyways, there you have it. a regretful Naoya that lamented being away from you :( he's really excited to be a dad but hated not being there for you!! I'm 100% sure he cried about feeling your stomach be slightly bigger.
Oh, I love domestic au's. Anyways...
I hope this was to your enjoyment :> Thank you so much for your support!!
Take care and hope to see y'all soon!!
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Notes from my Deathly Hallows reread: Slughorn returns with the Slytherins
So, most of you probably saw or heard of that interview JKR gave back in the day about how Slughorn came back to the battle of Hogwarts with the Slytherin students:
JN: And how much is it that being sorted into Slytherin is, you know, sorted into good guys and bad guys here? JKR: Well, theyâre not all bad, that would- I know Iâve said this before, (JN: Yeah, I remember.) and I think I said it to Emerson, they are not all bad, and, well, far from it. As we know, at the end, they may have (laughs) a slightly more highly developed sense of self-preservation then other people because⌠SU: Yeah, right. JN: Yeah. JKR: A part of the final battle that made me smile was Slughorn galloping back with Slytherins, (SU: Yes!) (JN laughs) but theyâd gone off to get reinforcements first, you know what Iâm saying? But yes, they came back, they came back to fight, so I mean- but Iâm sure that many people would say âWell, thatâs common sense, isnât it? Isnât that smart, to get out, get more people and come back with them?â JN: Yeah.
(From this interview)
And like most fans, I always kinda assumed it was her retconning things in the books again, because I just didn't remember it happening and she added a lot of little tidbits (some more contradictory than others) in the years after the books, so I don't tend to take them too seriously. But I was reading Deathly Hallows last night and she might've actually written that in:
And now there were more, even more people storming up the front steps, and Harry saw Charlie Weasley overtaking Horace Slughorn, who was still wearing his emerald pajamas. They seemed to have returned at the head of what looked like the families and friends of every Hogwarts student who had remained to fight, along with the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade. The centaurs Ban, Ronan, and Magorian burst into the hall with a great clatter of hooves, as behind Harry the door that led to the kitchens was blasted off its hinges. The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall
(DH, 734) 619
Harry later mentions a horde of wizards, and we know Harry doesn't actually recognize all the students in his year, let alone all the students in Slytherin he doesn't interact with regularly. So, I wonder if she really meant by "they seemed to have returned" other Slytherins when she wrote it initially and how much of a retcon that interview really is.
Considering it was the middle of the night, the Slytherins likely were wearing pajamas, like Slughon, and maybe cloaks over them and not school robes, so it's possible Harry would have no way of knowing who's a student if he doesn't know them personally.
The only real issue I have with the canonicity of it is this statement from Voldemort:
"If your son is dead, Lucius, it is not my fault. He did not come and join me, like the rest of the Slytherins. Perhaps he has decided to befriend Harry Potter?" "Noânever," whispered Malfoy.
(DH, 641)
But perhaps he's talking in hyperbole (or just being a shit to Lucius, as he does), since we know Crabbe and Goyle hadn't come back to join him either and he doesn't mention them.
Additionally, when the Golden Trio goes up to the headmaster's office Phineas Black says this:
and Phineas Nigellus called, in his high, reedy voice, âAnd let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!â
(DH, 747)
It doesn't sound like he's just talking about himself, Snape, and Slughorn, it sounds like he's talking about actual combatants, so...
JKR's statement about Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts on Harry's side (besides Slughorn) is surprisingly, probably, canon.
The interview I mentioned was only 7 months after the book came out, so I wonder if she wrote a different version of that paragraph before editing and was thinking about that... It seems the intention might've been there even if she didn't write it all that clearly...
#harry potter#hp#hp meta#harry potter meta#hollowedtheory#deathly hallows#harry potter and the deathly hallows
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Block Tales Predictions & Headcanons Because This is my New Hyperfixation
Predictions
So the next sword is 100% the Firebrand. And what better fire level is there than an active volcano? I believe the next demo will open up the docks & we're gonna be sailing to a tropical, volcanic island for the Firebrand.
Added with that, I believe we'll meet the ship captain mentioned by Mayor Monty (can't for the life of me remember the name rn), as he'll be the one to sail us across.
I also believe that this Chapter or maybe the Windforce one will be weilded by Kyoko's sister, since Kyoko's dialogue in Chapter 3 hints that at the very least something is going wrong with her.
On the UnkownSpaceGuy Youtube channel - the channel that uploads both demo trailers & the OST - there's a track listed called Space Battle. While some might think the background & track are misdirects, considering the Weird Battle OST teased enemies from Chapter 3 well before it was implemented, I think it's possible this could also be hinting at future content. Specifically, I believe the Chapter taking place on the moon will either be the Darkheart or Illumina one.
Once the game is finished, there'll be a New Game+ mode where you can actually have the chance to beat Terry at the beginning of the game.
Headcanons
~Cruel King~
Dude needs a different moniker than "Cruel King" because that is a misnomer and a half. So, unless he's given an official name, his given name will be Rex to me.
His favorite foods include warm drinks like hot chocolate & coffee and frozen desserts, especially ice cream.
His favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry.
He likes Mexican cuisine but it also destroys him.
Had a German Shepherd when he was growing up.
~Griefer~
While Mayor Thaniyel is mostly right about Brad not being 100% like that before the influence of the sword, he still was a bit of a little shit. It's just that Thaniyel didn't see most of it and it was mostly relegated to online games/forums.
Despite what his soda addiction may lead you to believe, he really likes fresh fruits, apples being a particular favorite.
Likes sherbet & sorbet more than ice cream.
Really likes spicy food. Man would fuck up a bag of Flammin' Hot Cheetos & puts jalapenos on everything he can.
It is often said that the highest honor one can give a fictional character is to headcanon them your personal lived experiences and traumas. Thusly, Griefer has mommy issues. Undecided whether I prefer her being kind of a bad mom or if she simply wasn't around when Brad was growing up.
Big fan of Pokemon. Favorite Gen is 3, both in terms of the Gens in 2010 and all Generations to modern day. Favorite starter is Treeko, though Grooky would be a close second.
~Greed, Solitude, & Fear~
I like to group these three together as The Vices.
Greed is a bit of a fashionista, keeping up to date on the latest trends.
Greed likes carbonated drinks. Particularly, they like champagne.
If Greed were to order a steak, they'd order it Blue.
Solitude gets uncomfortable in large crowds. A large crowd to Solitude is more than 2 people.
It's difficult to tell at any given moment if Solitude is concentrating really hard on something that caught their attention or if they're just disassociating.
A picnic in the park might not fix Fear, but it would do a whole lot to improve their mental state.
Fear's favorite foods include fruity drinks/juices, comfort food, and baked goods.
Fear's favorite colors are dark blue and dark green.
Despite them literally being the embodiment of fear (or perhaps because of that), Fear is fiercely protective over those they care about. Can't have courage without fear after all.
#roblox#block tales#roblox block tales#blocktales#cruel king#cruel king block tales#griefer blocktales#griefer block tales#greed block tales#solitude block tales#fear block tales#headcanon#my headcanons
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beautiful additions. don't hide them in the tags i love them. i was actually discussing w my friend king (he doesn't have a tumblr sadly ik but he has ao3) more abt this earlier so i'm gonna dump some things we've discussed/brainrotted so far.
on the hair, lilia's pink/red streaks are actually dyed LMAO so that might not be a marker. i initially said the marker is the eyes, yuu and lilia's eyes are VERY similar, but king made me see the light by proposing lilia's little ear tufts that look like bat wings.
malleus and silver see it and INSTANTLY make the connection. they actually look similar enough that ppl look at them and go huh, must be cousins and never mention it around them because it never comes up. cousins because who would assume that a third year is a first year's bio dad? nobody! except malleus and silver. they Know. they have the horrifying realization that they're father has bred like oh my god, he actually at some point got someone pregnant. they do NOT wanna think of their dad in that context. they didn't even consider he was capable of it. poor silver has struggle sleeping.
but like, lilia was fucking WILD at some pt man. it's a miracle he doesn't have 20 bastard children running around and this yuu is the only one. he has decades of child support to pay lmao.
we were thinking this yuu was born sometime after malleus hatched (a very rough time in lilia's life), so that time period between malleus hatching and silver being found. accidental fulfillment of the forgotten middle child prophecy lmaoo. but yeah statistically it's most likely for yuu to be a full fae so that's what i decided. king and i had a brief thing where we weren't sure abt the genetics of it, but in the end we decided the bat fae gene is recessive (based on a couple things) so rlly yuu ending up bat fae was luck of the draw and fate fucking w lilia once more. we also decided on her being 142 because that's a nice even number, and based on our eyeballing and at-a-glimpse math of how bat faes age that would make her abt 14 in human years. she got to nrc early because she's good at magic. so technically she is simultaneously the youngest and the middle child if u think abt it lolol
as for yuu's mom, she doesn't give a fuck abt lilia! or anyone/anything tbh. she's out chilling in the twst maldives with a glass of wine in her hand while her only daughter (we at this pt decided this yuu was she based on vibes) was off at school. she doesn't care abt if yuu meets or finds her father because tbf yuu's mom doesn't even know herselfâ could have been anyone really.
king also suggested giving yuu a neglectful childhood from an alcoholic parent for angst and i loved that. we love angst here. king said its incentive for yuu to be taken in by her bio dad and u know what that's fair. i was already on board before he even said that because i love making my characters be angsty.
this yuu sorta gives me "so self sufficient never even considered there was neglect" vibes. like that's just their normal. in her head it's like, all families are different. and besides ppl cook the meals at home instead of their parents all the time, doesn't see an issue w the fact she started to do this younger than most because her mom occasionally forgot to cook for both of them. she's probably kind of casual about her home life too because she thinks it's normal.
riddle's overblot is probably a culture shock to her because to well adjusted ppl they look and go, oh his mom is a helicopter parent and abusive and probably a bit crazy. YUU however looks at riddle and is thinking is this guy in jail or smth, because she literally can not perceive a parent being like that. literal opposites.
taking the whole school year to find out WOULD be funny, maybe as an offshoot oneshot moment instead of the actual fic though. because sadly and realistically the chances of sebek not being in the room whenever yuu and lilia are with each other until the end of the school year are slim. that, and lilia knows his boys are hiding something from him (malleus & silver still do not know if they should tell him, let alone how to broach the topic)
when lilia is officially introducing malleus and silver to her as her brothers lilia would probably also say something like "hmm, though i suppose if you were to go into technicalities, malleus would be your third-brother" (like half-brother. i strongly hc lilia/reven/maleanor and we also don't know how dragon reproduction works so for all we know malleus could have 2 bio dads. just saying). and it'll b a ??????? moment for all 3 siblings because they do not have the context to know that lilia means third brother as in yuu and malleus share â
dna from him. realistically they all might consider that there's another brother they don't know about, or does lilia mean sebek?? they do not know. honestly it's probably like dad lore.
twst au where yuu is lilia's illegitimate child. lilia had a rough time you know, had a lot of one night stands, doesn't even remember over half of them. totally reasonable. so yuu turns up to nrc and lilia is oblivious because the notion of having a bio child has never occurred to him. but malleus and silver notice. they're staring at yuu suspiciously and then looking at each other like... you see it, right..... that person looks a LOT like dad, right.... like A LOT a lot..... yeah. and yuu is also oblivious!!! yuu's never considered who their father may be. they see lilia and are like oh cool another bat fae, don't see too many of those.
lilia snd yuu unironically bonding over both of them being bat faes w/o ever realizing they're father and child.
silver and malleus are in conspiratorial whispers like. DO WE TELL THEM.
in the end it's sebek who tells them but it's like, complete accident. like oh lilia-sama!!! i was not aware you had a blood child!!! and they're both like. ???? what â but then it processes and they're like, wait. pause. squints at each other. looks in a mirror. PAUSE.
#this is just my bastard!yuu though#ppl can imagine their own bastard!yuu however they want#i love seeing what other ppl make or do#twst#twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge#fic talk#twst yuu#malleus draconia#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#yuu#twst au#silver vanrouge#twisted wonderland yuu#fae yuu#sai speaks#bastard yuu au
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"continuation" of this post
#whats up everyone here is the PEAK of all synchros#and dragons#and of cxourse. yusei ^_^#ithe reason why i drew the first 2 is so i could jave an excuse to draw shooting quasar yusei cause i love shooting quasar dragon and im#VBERY NORMAL!!!!#ill do majestic star dragon too since she is also an evolution of stardust#i mentioned it before i think but i consider her a little different so i havent gotten to her yet#sorry sorry#anyways. observe. the death of internal shame as i do what i want#(lying im still embarrassed a lil :cry:)#Shooting Quasar Dragon#Yusei Fudo#YGO 5d's#yugioh 5ds#yu-gi-oh! 5ds#stardust yusei#au#Dragon AU#YUGIOH DRAGONS I LOVE U M;WAH MWAH MWAH#also it might be a little rushed (it is) cause I want to sleep. maybe ill draw more of this soon.
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Thinking about the lifespans of Dungeon Meshi elves... The fact that they're completely unnatural alters my brain chemistry, because you can tell just how haphazardly the demon implemented their wish. They live five times the length of tall-men, so they age at a fifth of their rate. It's simple maths and the implications are terrifying. No wonder their birth rate and population are declining - their early development is so slow that at the age of two, they're still unable to stand.
They don't reach adulthood until their eighties. What does the infant mortality look like? How many elves succumb to illness or injury before they're fully mature? It only takes one accident to lose the child you've been raising for decades - and could you bring yourself to care for another? Add to that the implication elf culture has no idea how to process grief... just look at the way the Canaries treat Rin after the death of her parents. They're callous and insensitive and detached - part of that's racism, but there's also an element of pure cold ignorance. They don't even recognise the emotion on her face.
And that's just scratching the surface... does elven memory accommodate their extended lifespan? Once you reach two hundred or so, do the years start blurring together? Kabru mentions that their temporal awareness is remarkably poor.
Two years feel like a few months. Their lives are longer but not fuller. They're older but not wiser than the short-lived races, and most refuse to understand this. Those that do grasp it are interesting - namely Otta, who's ostracised for pursuing half-foot women.
A 30-year old elf is a young child; a 30-year old half-foot has entered middle age. Otta is in the equivalent of her late twenties. She knows that her elven lifespan makes her no more mature than a half-foot - but she also acknowledges that it creates a rift between herself and her partners, and not just in the eyes of society. 'She dumps them as soon as they pass 30', but probably not for the reasons Lycion assumes. For this to be a pattern, decades must have passed - it's possible Otta doesn't want to watch them die as she herself barely ages. No doubt some of her previous lovers have already passed away. In the end, all living 400 years accomplishes is leaving them out of sync with the rest of humanity.
Marcille's perhaps the best example. As a half-elf, she's got 95% of her life ahead and the thought terrifies her. She's going to lose everyone she loves, over and over and over again, and this cycle has barely even started. She runs at a different pace. This context adds so much to her dynamic with Falin in earlier chapters.
Marcille loves her! She's scared for her! Maybe even of her! She's grown attached to a short-lived girl who she met as a kid when Marcille was a teaching assistant! Biologically and developmentally, they're the same age, but chronologically she's twice as old as Falin! Considering what happened to her mother, is history repeating itself? Her feelings towards Falin are tangled and messy and fascinating. They're also more than a little homoerotic, which makes Marcille's infantilization of her friend all the more interesting. It feels like her way of resolving their power imbalance, of remaining a responsible (former!) authority figure... but it's also a coping mechanism. She's frightened by the ways Falin is maturing and changing - aging - and keeping her mental image of her friend as young as possible is her way of denying the march of time that's destined to sever their bond.
Marcille's dream of lifespan extension would remove the need for this obfuscation, render them equal... only, they already are! This desire is imposed onto Falin, but it's primarily for Marcille's benefit. Watching her fight for a world nobody wants, for reasons both selfish and altruistic... it's as tragic as it is understandable. I love this manga.
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// brutally soft // I.
baby daddy!sukuna x reader
tags: non curse au; fluff; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different | wc: 1,653 | read this for more context
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You didnât think it was possible for a five year old to render you speechless, nor did you think she was capable of making your former lover blush the deepest shade of tomato red. You part your lips in surprise, stunned as you look down at her innocent expression. Sheâs sitting on your living room floor, her face perched on her palms with her elbows resting against the coffee table. Her wide eyes drift between you and Sukuna sitting on the sofa, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she tilts her head slightly out of intrigue.
âMama?â She presses, begging for an answer.
Your mouth moves but no words come out. Youâre trying to formulate a proper response thatâs palatable for her, one that will be enough to subdue any further questions.
Except youâre not quite sure how to answer: âwhy donât you and daddy ever kiss?â without making her pry even more into your history with her father.
Sukuna runs his large palms back and forth nervously over his thigh, the muscles on his inked forearms tensing up.
âWe kiss,â you fib, because what else are you supposed to say, âof course we do!â
Your daughterâs face falters, and she quirks her brow as sassily as her father when they both mirror the same expression to look at you.
You glance back at Sukuna, giving him an awkward smile because at least you said something all the while he just sat there.Â
âNo, you donâtâŚâ your daughter insists.
âYeah, yeah thatâs rightâŚwe doâŚof course, we doâŚâ Sukuna pipes in with a mumble, finally catching on to your attempts as he reverts his attention on to his precious girl.
âIâve never seen it,â she points out with a pout, scolding her father playfully in return.
âThatâs because we donât do it in front of you,â Sukuna remarks. âBesides, who wants to see their parents kiss?â
His daughter rolls her eyes, âall other mommies and daddies do it, except you guys. It makes no senseâŚâ
Sheâs got the tiniest voice and the softest lisp, but her attitude is entirely her father. Sheâs bold and blunt, never afraid to say exactly what sheâs thinking or to point the obvious.
âOji-san kisses oba-san in front of ShiroâŚâ she mumbles, dropping both her hands onto the coffee table and crumpling the paper that she is using to draw her little family portrait.
At the mention of his younger brother Sukuna canât help but grimace. Yuji was incredibly affectionate towards his wife, wearing his heart on his sleeve entirely which just makes Sukuna grumble with annoyance. Heâs always been a little envious of his younger brother, who never had to face the world as harshly as Sukuna. With an eleven year gap between them, Sukuna witnessed his parents becoming actual parents. They were young when they had him, and therefore had no clue what it took to raise or take care of a child. Sukuna was caught in the middle of their relationship for most of his childhood, all the while Yuji got to see the peaceful harmony once they finally made up.
âIâm just sayingâŚâ your daughter adds on, ââŚitâs weird.â
You breathe out a sigh in defeat, knowing full well that she wonât let go of the subject until she gets some consolation.
So incredibly stubborn just like her dad.
Without considering the repercussions, you reach your hand out and clutch Sukunaâs chin delicately between your fingers. You tilt his head towards you, noticing the slow register of your touch wash over his face as you lean up to kiss his cheek.
However, you misjudged your aim, because Sukuna tilted his head down in return, and you wound up leaving a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth instead.
Your lips lingered for only a few seconds, three to be exact, before you retracted and turned towards your daughter.
âSee?â You insist, holding onto Sukunaâs chin like itâs evidence between your fingers. âWe kiss!â
Your daughterâs mouth forms into a line, clearly unimpressed. The older sheâs getting the more sheâs picking up on the little things that you guys were hiding so well.
But itâs still way too complicated, and you and Sukuna haven't even discussed how to approach this yet.
âI guess,â she says with a shrug of her shoulders, before returning to her drawing.
You didnât even know that Sukuna has his focus still locked onto your lips tuntil you turn to look back at him.His gaze is soft, the muscles of his handsome features melting between your touch. Thereâs a hint of sorrow that twinkles in his eyes, and when you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth apologetically, you notice that you left a lipstick stain in your wake.
âSorry,â you mouth, and carefully use your thumb to swipe over the mark.
But your heart seizes quickly, your spine growing still when Sukuna mildly inches forward like heâs about to go in for another kiss.
You remember what it was like to kiss him. He was an exceptionally good kisser, even though he probably doesnât know it himself. Youâve spent hours losing time locked against those lips, allowing his tongue to taste every last drop of you.
Thereâs a twitch in your chest, everything around you going quiet. Heat pricks the back of your neck when his lips draw just a breath away from yours, and you swear to yourself that he grazed over your mouth with a featherlight touch.
But Sukuna stops suddenly, catching himself.
âBe right back,â he whispers, his voice dipping so low you canât help but clench your thighs together.
He shoots up from his seat, detangling quickly as he brushes you off, and leaving you to stare aimlessly at his broad back and overbearing muscles. Your sofa suddenly appears a lot larger with all that free space.
You press both hands to your cheeks, licking your lips as the apprehension runs through you as a cold chill. You canât even remember when was the last time you kissed the father of your child, but you didnât think that such a small act would have such a lingering effect.
You thought you were over this. Over him. That chapter was closed a long, long time ago.
You look up at the cause of this unexpected interaction, your daughterâs short attention span keeping her focused on her doodle while she hums to herself.
Sukuna returns with his head held high a few minutes after, and plops down on the sofa with his weight prompting you to bounce lightly in place.
Thatâs when you felt it, a hint of cold hitting your brow like a tiny droplet of rain.
Your furrow your brows then notice that your Sukunaâs hair is actually damp, with little tears trickling down the back of his neck.
The tips of his ears are still burning red.
You part your lips in awe.
Sukuna is a master at making you blush. At making any woman blush, frankly. But you donât think youâve ever actually seen that reaction on him.
It stuns you how much it suits him, and surprises you even more of just how cute he looks trying to hide it.
âDaddy, can you help me?â Your daughter asks, finally focusing back on the two of you while her finger draws out an outline of what appears to be two arms.
âWhatever you want, PrincessâŚâ Sukuna responds, and obediently gets up from his seat.
He perches himself on the floor, the size difference between him and your little girl doing nothing to help the sudden hammering in your chest.
Heâs so, so gentle with her.
She crawls onto his lap, holding the sheet of paper in her hand, before setting herself back up while sitting on his thighs.She points to the drawing with her index finger, âI donât know how to draw your tattoosâŚâ
Sukuna chuckles, a glimpse of his smile making you to scratch the warmth off the back of your neck.
He picks up a black pencil, âyouâre a better artist than me, kid,â he states honestly, ânot quite sure what I can do to helpâŚâ
She wraps her arms around his neck, leaving her dad to carry on the effort.
âIâll explain the shapes and you draw it!â She says with a kiss to his cheek.
Itâll never cease to amaze you how easily he bends to her will. Sukuna had no interest in any of this, and was obstinate in every sense of the word. Nothing could turn that man into a docile cat except when it comes to your little girl. Heâs present with her, this part of him just so different, and even after five years it still feels a tad unfamiliar.
Thereâs a slight tightness in your throat because this is all you wanted when you were together. After the break up and surprise pregnancy, you didnât realize how hard he took it when you told him that you have zero expectations of him being involved in your daughterâs life. You were just informing him out of moral obligation, but something switched on inside him after that.
It may not have been for you, but he made that change for her, and seeing them together now, you recognize just how much that man loves his little girl.
That fact alone makes you undeniably happy.
So happy you wish you could give him a real kiss for it.
Your daughter moves to pat his head in gesture of a good job as Sukuna follows her instructions to the T, but her faces scrunches with disgust when she threads her fingers between his locks.
âDaddy, why is your hair wet?â
Sukuna brings his free hand to massage the back of her scalp, âPay attention to the drawing, missyâŚand stop asking so many damn, I mean uh-darn questionsâŚâ he responds, leaving a kiss on her brow and doing everything in his power to make sure that he avoids looking back at you.
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BEDTIME STORY (about love) â gojo satoru
in which satoru tells his daughter the story of how you met. those of you whoâve read this already know, but your now 4-year-old daughter is yet to hear it
girl dad satoru, father-daughter time, she/her pronouns used for reader, wc: 1k, not proofread, just a silly little thing
âpapaâ
âyes, my life?â
âhow did you and mama meet?â
âoh my, i never told you the story?â
âno, papa. you didnâtâ
âwellâ"
one thing gojo satoru never fails to do, no matter how busy his schedule, is reading bedtime stories to his 4-year-old daughter. even when heâs swamped with missions, he would make sure he is at home by the time his daughter had to sleep â after tucking her in, he would sit beside her with a book in hand and read her a story until sheâs fast asleep.
but tonight, your daughter asked for a different kind of story â the origin of your love, how the two of you met â and truth be told, satoru was more than excited to talk about it (as he always is whenever the topic in question involved you).
his eyes glowing with the same old dreamy glint anytime your name was mentioned, he puts the book on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable next to his little one in bed. slightly scooching her over so he could sit with his back leaning against the headboard, he cradles her in his arms and takes a deep breath before starting.
âit all happened on my birthday, 7 years agoâ
âdecember 7th!â, your daughter excitedly points out.
satoru chuckles, his chest swelling with joy that his little daughter remembers his birthday. âthatâs right, my life. your mother came into my life like a birthday presentâ, his lips curl into a gentle smile as he reminisces about the night that changed his entire life.
âwas mama invited to your birthday?â
âno, but we just happened to be in the same restaurant that night. while i was celebrating with friends, she was there, on another table, with her coworkersâ
your daughter hums, âi seeâ
âshe was so beautiful, i noticed her the moment she walked in. and i couldnât take my eyes off her for the rest of the night. i knew i had to go and talk to her before she left. something in me knew she was the one, you know?â
your little one tilts her head up to look at satoru, eyes curiously blinking, âbut how did you know, papa?â
âmy heart whispered it to me, beating relentlessly the entire time. it was like this unknown force was pulling me towards your mom and the whole time i was trying to come up with a plan, an excuse even, to go talk to her without coming off as a weirdoâ
âand did you succeed?â
âwell, by the looks of itââ, he points at her and gently boops her nose, âi didâ
she chuckles sweetly, âno, papaâi mean did you manage to not be a weirdo?â
âhmm, iâll let you decide on that one. so pay attention, okay?â, to which she silently nods. his hand rubs the top of her head softly before continuing.
âyou see, i couldnât think of anything but nor could i wait any longer. i decided iâd just go and say hi. so i stood up and made my way towards her table. i had to know her as soon as possible, because every second of inaction felt like it was taking away from my future with her. any second was precious, you know? if i could be with her sooner, be it even a planck time earlier, i had to take it â as it would only add up to the time spent with herâ
âwhat is planck time, papa?â, your daughter cuts him off.
âitâs theoretically considered to be the shortest measurable timeâ
âis it less than a second?â
âwaaaaay lessâ
âwoah, papa you were down bad for mamaâ, your daughter gasps in amusement.
an audible laugh breaks through satoruâs lips, âyea, i was. and i still amâ
âand what happened when you went over?â
âi said hi but she wasnât having it at all, didnât even bat me an eye. tried to chase me off before i was able to introduce myself. but i was already determined to make her mine, i knew it deep down that she was my person. so i forced my way and introduced myselfâ
âpapa youâre a stubborn oneâ
âyea, but your mother turned out to be even more stubborn. she dodged all my attempts at her. so, i had to make it very clear to her, let her know that the man standing before her was the one to be her boyfriend, then her husband, and then the father of her children â therefore, in order for all this to work, i asked for her numberâ
âyou really said all that?â â satoru nods to her question affirmatively. âpapa, thatâs so bold of you, honestlyâ, another gasp leaves your 4-year-oldâs mouth. âand then?â
âand then she got mad at me, thought i was playing around with herâ, satoru chuckles, brushing a hand across his face at the memory, closing his eyes to replay that very scene in his mind. your reaction is still pretty vivid to him, how your eyes grew wide in disbelief after what he had just told you...
i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your children â and you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my childrenâŚ
âŚand then how you narrowed your eyes and gave him a good lecture.
is this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?
âto be honest, i was slightly panicking internally â this was my best move, you know? and it was failing. but luckily, your uncle suguru came to my aid. he convinced your mom to give me a chance before blatantly turning me down. and she did â i got her number by the end of the nightâ, a soft smile painted on his lips again. âlook at us now â wasnât i right about all that?â
âpapa, youâre a hopeless romanticâ
âyou bet i amâ, he smugly confirms.
ââŚand a bit of a weirdoâ, she cackles quietly.
âoiâ, satoru furrows his brows. his hand softly tickles the side of her, incurring a loud laugh on her end. âshhh, time to sleep now or else mama will scold me for keeping you up past your bedtimeâ
âbut, papa â you did well, being a weirdo paid offâ
âyea, it really did â it gave me a home and a familyâ, his eyes soften observing the treasure in his arms.
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[Itâs considered good etiquette to ask a man about his wifeâs wellbeing. Except if the man in question is Dracule Mihawk.]
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Garp hates having to call Mihawk, mainly because of the warlord's attitude. Used to the usual "yes, sir!" of the Marines, a man with his own will and agenda is not something he entirely knows how to navigate. Especially since both of them know that the World Government needs the warlords more than they need the bureaucracy. And that doesn't exactly help in exercising power.
His attempts at diplomacy have burst into flames each time and today isn't going to be much different:
"Howâs the missus?" Garp asks in the nicest tone he can force although he's aware that Mihawk knows how much the vice admiral hates asking for Dracule's assistance.
Mihawk only scoffs. "Are you calling just to spoil my mood or is there another reason for your impertinence?"
"I was just trying to-"
"Don't," he cuts him off in a stern voice. "If you have business with me, speak fast. If you're interested in my wife, I know where you live, Garp. I'd suggest losing your unwelcome nosiness before you lose something else."
Little did Garp know at the time but his little question was possibly the worst strategy he could think of. Dracule Mihawk is not like most men and the mere mention of his wife by acquaintances only enrages him. Work and private life do not ever mix. And he'll be damned if someone tries to breach that, even in the form of a courtesy. Therefore, the rest of the call was filled with openly insulting answers that were bold even for Mihawk. A veiled threat or two also found their way into their rather tense conversation.
You know he's done with Garp when he lets out a frustrated grunt. Sometimes you wonder if this grumpy, forever dissatisfied version of him is the only side of Mihawk his acquaintances know. Maybe he really is two men in the form of one.
He's sitting at his desk, thinking about something and not bothering to get up for now. Considering the fact that his hat is lying on the table and not on his head, Mihawk is probably not planning on going out anytime soon. Then again, judging by his spoiled mood, his homestay is a blessing for the first poor sods that would cross his path.
In slow steps, you stroll to his side, letting your hand brush through his hair. He doesn't say anything, only leans his head further towards you. The thing about Mihawk is that he loved to reject and decline but he never does so to you. No, in your case it's the opposite - he revels in allowing you whatever you want.
So intimidating and combative, yet soft and looking for intimacy. Truly, two men with the face of one.
"My mother used to say that each grey hair is one thing we worry about," you say quietly. "At this rate, love, your whole head will be white by noon."
"Your mother also says that milk goes sour because gnomes piss in it," he retorts. Yes, your mother and her strange folk beliefs... She's probably the only person Mihawk can force himself to be nice to despite his dislike.
His response earns a hearty laugh from you. Clear as day, you can see his posture relax as he listens to the music of your happiness. If he even thinks about the possibility of Garp or any other of his acquaintances hearing it, he might just get furious again.
"Well, nobody's perfect," you say between chuckles.
Then, Mihawk gently grabs your hand and lowers it to his face. With softness and passion that hardly befits a man of his infamy, he kisses the inside of your hand. "You seem to be doing so effortlessly."
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SERENDIPITY (teaser)
18+ / mdi
summary: jungkook, god of love and son of venus is given the task by his mother herself to rid the world of you, known as psyche, as your beauty begins to rival her own. unfortunately for all parties involved, jungkook becomes enamored by you upon accidentally pinching himself with his own arrow.
content: cupid!jungkook, psyche!reader, an extremely simplified and smutty version of the og story, afab reader, side character deaths, mentions of attempted suicide, the dialogue is not super fitting of the times, angst(?), fluff, smut, they have sex where she doesnt know who he is multiple times but its consensual, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), etc.
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"Why did you call for me, again?"
"Jungkook, pay attention!", hissed his mother, holding her fingers to her temples in stress as one of her many servants walked in with the fruit she'd requested, "I need you to use your arrows on someone."
"What? Why? I thought you didn't like me meddling with people's love lives."
"This is different. This one needs a little help," Venus frowned in sheer annoyance, "She is known as Psyche by many, Y/N by her loved ones. She has become quite a figure among the Roman population. Some have begun to worship her beauty. They pray to her, they bring her offerings, they kiss at her feet, completely disregarding the true Goddess of Beauty."
"And where does this concern me?", Jungkook was beyond bored by his mother's ramblings. On a usual day, he would be out and entertaining himself with the many mortal maidens found around Rome, always guaranteeing himself a partner for the day.
Venus shot Cupid a look as her servants fed her by mouth, making him straighten his back and begin paying better attention. Even as the Goddess of Beauty, Venus was known as one of the most menacing Goddesses to exist, holding far too much power among all Gods and Goddesses. Jungkook couldn't help but feel intimidated by her, even as carefree as he was known to be.
"She has far too many admirers. Even Gods are beginning to show interest in her, yet she is lacking in suitors thus far. I need you to shoot your arrow and tie her off to the most hideous creature you can muster. She may seize from being a disturbance this way."
"Okay, so you want me to doom her to an eternity with a monster?", Jungkook tilted his head in curiosity.
Despite being considered the most beautiful entity, Jungkook knew Venus to be one of the least amicable creatures in all of the land. Mortals were blissfully unaware of her cruelty, thinking her to be the most perfect among all Goddesses. However, Cupid, as her son, knew of the misery that awaited anyone who crossed the Goddess of Beauty.
Venus halted her movements in frustration, scaring the servants nearby before turning to Jungkook in annoyance, "Cupid, my son, you will obey my order without question. I gave you those wings, I gave you that bow., and I gave you that arrow. I don't care how cruel you may think me to be, this is an order. You shall not utilize your powers for your own endeavors until you finish your task," she demanded, "Now, go rid me of that wench before I find someone else to do the job."
With a sigh, Jungkook nodded in defeat, fully aware of the type of punishments his mother could deliver should he disobey her orders. Walking over to the window through which he had originally entered, he pulled his bow and arrow from his back, beginning to fly off with his wings as he embarked on a journey to seek out the mighty Psyche that had his mother so worried.
"Y/N, there's another letter from one of your admirers," announced Psyche's mother, placing the letter on the huge pile of gifts provided by the many civilians who came visit their castle with the hope of getting a glimpse of the beautiful girl.
"Mother, what shall I do with all these? There's so many letters yet not a single suitor," you sighed, frustrated at the lack of prospects you'd had so far, "My sisters have both married, yet I am left alone with no one to seek my heart."
"Child, you should be grateful," said your mother, "You are admired through all the land, vied for as if you were a true Goddess. Someone will come for you one day, rest assured," affirmed your mother, petting your hair as she landed a soft kiss on your forehead and took her leave once more.
It was easy for your parents to grow used to the love and admiration you received. Endless people would come and dedicate themselves to their servitude if it meant as much as receiving your blessing â which was absolutely worthless as a mere princess in a land filled with mystical deities.
Your elder sisters had both been married off months back, finding old yet respectable husbands to take them away and care for them as any and all husbands should. You, however, remained alone with your parents, always hoping that a man would be brave enough to court you.
It was unfortunate, really; the way in which your beauty prevented you from receiving any suitors. You had not chosen to be blessed by Venus herself, nor did you ever hope to become her contender in the title of the most beautiful entity in all of creation. Unlike you, she had found a God to sweep her off her feet, gifting her with the fruit of love himself â her son Cupid. Oh, how you wished he'd shoot his arrow and allow you some rest from this endless search for a husband.
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Three's A Crowd
Tommy Miller x f!reader x Joel Miller
Summary: Tommy's new girlfriend is awfully sweet. When Joel finds out she's got a big appetite that only he can fill, he decides to satisfy the craving. Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, threesome, praise, seduction, age gap(20yrs), size difference, oral sex galore, unprotected sex, photos taken during intercourse, mention of sending nudes, throat bulge, usual smut antics NOTE: i'm not sure if this is actually any good considering it was writen in just a matter of days because i was inspired by the new promo, gabriel luna the man that you are đľâđŤđľâđŤ !! MASTERLIST [crossposted to AO3]
 Joel Miller knows his brother like the back of his hand.Â
Which is why itâs not surprising when Tommy lets him in on the details about his secret new girlfriend. Secretâbecause youâre the daughter of their most consistent client.Â
At first, Joel tells him how stupid it is to risk the company like that. Itâs irresponsible to put on the line their biggest cash cow just to fuck around with the only daughter of the man that funds Miller Contracting through the winter. And then thereâs the fact that you don't exactly fit Tommyâs type.
A rich girl with an even richer daddy compared to all those wild girls from Tommyâs previous female fixations? It doesnât line up. It makes no sense in Joelâs head.Â
Even as his brother tries to explain, âI didnât go after her. Not at first. She came onto me.â
Joelâs got one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped on the open window of his truck as they drive home from a particularly exhausting day. He furrows his brows and asks, âDonât you think thatâs a little suspicious? You sure she actually likes you and isnât just tryinâ to get her daddyâs attention?â
Tommy snorts. âEven if she was, I wouldn't care. You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?â
âJesus Christââ
âAnâ I mean love, Joel. Not like. Love.â There are stars in his eyes and he knows itâs a serious matter but Joel canât help the laugh that escapes him.
He thinks it must be high praise coming from his brother who goes home with a different girl every other weekend. âThat good, huh?â
âBetter than good.âÂ
And he knows Tommyâs got a one-track mind, so thereâs really no use fighting it. So he just says, âBe careful. Donât go gettinâ caught 'cause the business will pay the price.â
Tommy agrees and Joel lets it go. Doesnât think about it again, even when Tommy cancels their plans to go out that weekend in favor of your company.
Well, not until heâs standing in your kitchen going over blueprints with your father, that is.Â
Joel tries not to glance out of the floor-length windows in the kitchen to the backyard. He tries not to look at the movement in the pool that repeatedly catches his eye. And he tries, really fucking hard, not to allow his attention to linger on the way that white bikini rests so snugly against your chest, or the way your wet hair cascades down your back and sticks to your smooth skin, or the way his cock twitches in his jeans when the impressive swell your ass shakes as you pull yourself up and out of the pool.
He understands his brother a little better when he sees you, Joel thinks. Understands why heâs willing to risk such a high-profit opportunity for the chance to see you underneath him.Â
Your father leaves the kitchen to find an old set of blueprints to compare to the new ones, and Joel begins to panic as he realizes this is the moment you decide youâre done swimming.Â
When you open the door to the kitchen the hinges creak. Joel takes note of it.Â
Water drips onto the white tile floor, the same quick rhythm as the thumping of his heart against his sternum. You cross the kitchen and open the fridge door without even looking at him.Â
But Joel certainly looks at you. Canât help but to, really. Youâre like some decadent display as you break the seal of an icy bottle of water and begin to take long, slow drinks from it. Your lips are plush and swollen and Tommyâs words reverberate in the back of Joelâs head.Â
You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?
âThirsty?â
He nearly chokes. Joel knows youâre likely just being hospitable. Kind, even. But he feels like he shouldnât be speaking to you, not when youâre close to naked and dripping wet. And if not because of your father upstairs, then certainly because of his brotherâs affinity for you. So, despite the way his tongue feels like sandpaper in his mouth, he says, âNo, thanks.â
Joel turns his eyes back to his blueprints, folding the corner once, twice, trying to focus on anything but the weight of your stare.
If you notice his unease you ignore it as you slide up to the counter beside him and peer down at the layout of your fatherâs newest home renovation. Youâre so close he can feel the heat of your skin, can smell the chlorine in your hair. âHm,â you say. âThis is for the guest room?â
âBedroom D,â he corrects.
A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You turn away from the blueprints, spine resting against the marble countertop in favor of studying him instead. âYouâre Joel, right? Tommyâs older brother?â
Thereâs no sense in lying, Joel thinks. Though he does consider it for a moment. âUhâŚyeah,â he says. And then he clears his throat and nods, repeating a little more firmly, âYeah.â
Your stare is so hot against his skin, eyes unabashedly roaming down the column of his neck. He shivers as your attention lingers on the small sliver of his chest thatâs revealed thanks to his decision this morning to leave one of the buttons on his flannel unsecured. Youâre standing so close to him now that a drop of chlorinated water falls from the ends of your hair and onto his arm.
Joel feels the cool liquid slide down his too warm-skin, melting as if it were ice, heating to the temperature of his blood that sings in his veins beneath your scrutinization.
He watches your tongue slide over your pretty bottom lip and his breath catches in his lungs. âHm,â you say again, the sound a little fonder this time. âI see where he gets his good looks from.â
Itâs been a long time since someone flirted with him so openly. Even longer since someone your age even took a second glance at him. And even though he knows, by the rule of his own morality, that you belong to his little brotherâŚJoel canât deny the giddy feeling it elicits in his chest. Canât deny that he likes your attention, either.
âFound them,â your father suddenly says, bounding down the stairs with folded blueprints in his hand.Â
Joel clears his throat and you take a small step away from him, but otherwise seem unphased by the intrusion. He tries to ignore the lingering buzzing beneath his skin, tries to shake off what remains of the electrified energy youâd created.
You greet your dad with a kiss on the cheek and tell him youâre going out tonight. Your father asks with who, and you glance past him, staring only at Joel as you say simply, âJust a friend.â
And he knows youâll likely be at his little brotherâs apartment within the hour. Thinks about preparing himself for yet another of Tommyâs cancellations of guyâs night but this time thereâs no frustration on Joelâs part.Â
Because he doesnât blame his brother at all. If anything, he understands a little better now. Understands why getting drunk with Joel at a bar is a far less tempting activity than spreading those pretty thighs of yours. Understands why heâd rather stay home than go out, especially if youâre there in his bedroom on your knees for him.Â
His assumption is confirmed later that night when he gets a text message.
Tommy: Have to cancel again. Sorry, something came up.
Joel knows exactly what âcame upâ and decides to put on an old western movie to distract himself instead.
But when he lays in bed that night, the image of you in your bikini surfaces in his brain and makes a home there. He tries for an hour to get himself to relax enough to shut it out, to just go to sleep.
Eventually, though, he realizes thereâs no fucking point in trying. And even though youâre in his brotherâs bed and your fatherâs blueprints are sitting on the kitchen table downstairs, Joel Miller takes his cock in his hand and has the best orgasm of his life. He thinks about your smooth skin and supple curves, thinks about the way that single droplet of water felt against his skin, thinks about your pink tongue and the way you looked at him with such insatiable hunger.
Itâs a secret Joel decides heâll take to his grave.
He tries not to think of you after that. Tries to keep his distance from you, from your house in general. Joelâs not a man who enjoys technology but opts for emailing your father instead of meeting with him to avoid another post-pool incident.
Tommy finally makes it to guyâs night two weeks later but heâs glued to his fucking cell phone. Joel tries to make conversation, tells him about upcoming projects and opportunities for contracts, and mentions that this summer has been their most profitable yet. But Tommy only nods every so often. Giving Joel a stupid, uninterested, âYeah, for sure,â or âThatâs great, Joel,â or âI donât know, maybe.â
Thereâs no salt to his words, no meaning other than oblivious agreement. And it starts to anger Joel because Tommyâs been distracted by girls before but never like this. Never so much so that he canât sit and have half a conversation with his brother. Eventually, he lets out an annoyed sigh and says, âIf youâve got somewhere better to be you can just fuckinâ go, Tommy. Jesus Christ.â
The irritation seems to finally get his attention. Tommy locks his cell phone and says, âSheâs sending me pictures, distractinâ me, Iâm sorry,â but thereâs a stupid ass grin on his face and Joel can feel the insincerity radiating off his brother.
Joel rolls his eyes and waves down the bartender for the check.Â
âNo, no, okay,â Tommy insists, setting his phone face down on the bar top. He shoos the bartender away and says, âOkay, seriously, youâre right. Iâm sorry.â Itâs a little more genuine this time, and so Joel decides to meet his brother halfway.
âYou really like her? Sâthat what this is?â
That smile returns to Tommyâs face, eyes glossing over in a mystifying way. He must, because Joelâs never seen him like this before. âWeâre not even together,â he says.
Joelâs brows furrow. âWhat are you talking about? You spend every weekend with her, you might as well be.â
âBelieve me, Joel, Iâve tried, man. SheâsâŚI donât know how to explain it. She doesnât want anything serious. Doesnât wanna be exclusive or nothinâ but isnât fuckinâ around with anyone but me. I justâŚâ he shakes his head and his eyes widen and Joel can see the awe in them.Â
âSo sheâs acting like you,â Joel supplies.
It makes Tommy laugh. But the more he explains, the more Joel starts to believe it. âSheâs so sweet but that girl is insatiable. Just wants to fuck and have a good time and thatâs it. Doesnât care about much else.â
âIâm not sayinâ you shouldnât have fun, Tommy, but donât let her consume your whole life. Get some space every once in a while,â Joel says. But he understands the infatuation, understands exactly how enticing your company would be.Â
He leans in close, one hand wrapped around his whiskey glass and the other tapping the back of his phone. âThose picturesâŚsheâs taking pictures in the shower, Joel. For me. Anâ you wanna know what she just told me the other day?â
Joel knows whatâs coming next. Knows Tommyâs about to clue him in on something Joel has no business knowing, but he canât fight off his curiosity. âWhat?â
âSaid her biggest fantasy is a threesome with two guys. Told me, and I quote, that she wants to get fucked while sheâs got my dick in her mouth.â He makes a sound of disbelief but thereâs this grin on his face that lets Joel know Tommyâs biggest fantasy is to be with a filthy girl like you.
Joel just shakes his head.
But the image his brother paints lingers in his brain for days.
In fact, heâs still thinking about it during his next meeting with your father. Thinking about the fact that youâre up in your room, fantasizing about getting fucked by two guys at once when your dad suddenly says, âIâll be out of town for a couple of weeks, I hope you donât mind I gave my little girl your phone number. Just in case anything goes wrong. It wonât, but I hate being so far away while sheâs here alone. Iâm sure you understand, being a father and all.â
He doesnât know what to say. Doesnât know how to respond, unsure how to explain how terrible an idea that is, so he says nothing. Just nods stiffly and begins discussing the renovations for the ensuite of bedroom C.Â
Less than a week later, Joel gets a phone call from an unknown number, and his gut sinks because he knows itâs you. He debates on ignoring the call but then begins to worry that somethingâs actually wrong and puts himself in your fatherâs position. Thinks heâd be furious, had it been Sarah, if sheâd called someone for help and theyâd ignored her.Â
So, he presses his cell phone to his ear and says, âHello?â
âJoel? Hi, sorry, I know itâs kinda late. Do you think you could come over really quick? I need your help.â
âHelp? With what?â It doesnât really matter, he thinks. Because heâs already lacing up his boots, phone held to his ear with his shoulder.
âI locked myself out,â you explain. âMy dadâs out of town for work and I didnât grab my key before he left. You have a spare, donât you? For the renovations and stuff?â
Joel canât help but wonder where youâve been for the last few days. Someplace you wouldnât have needed to come home, it seems. âUh, yeah, I do,â he says. âIâll be there in a minute. Hang tight.â
He finds you standing on your front porch with a backpack slung over your shoulder, your phone charger in your hand, and a look of relief on your face. âThank you so much,â you immediately say. âI swear I never forget my key but I was distracted this time.â
Joel unlocks the front door for you and lets you inside. He lingers on the threshold, saying, âNo, itâs fine. No worries at all.â
âCome inside,â you insist, and he can feel the bad decision from a fucking mile away.
âReally, itâs fine. Iâll justââ
âPlease,â you interrupt. âAre you thirsty? Hungry? Let me make you something to eat before you go. Itâs the least I could do.â
He shouldnât. He shouldnât. But he does.
Joel nods, unable to resist you and how pretty the word please sounds in your mouth. He follows you into the kitchen, lingering at the island counter as you drop your bag onto the floor next to the stairs and immediately plug your cell phone into the extra outlet heâd placed into the backsplash per your fatherâs request during last winterâs renovation. You look over your shoulder at him as you open the refrigerator and ask, âYou like grilled cheese?â
âUh, yeah. I do.â He sits in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the way you move as you prepare the bread and heat up a cast iron pan. Eventually, he finds the courage to ask, âYouâŚuhâŚwere you at Tommyâs?â
He watches as your cheeks redden the smallest bit. But thereâs no shame in your voice as you answer simply, âYes, I was.â
âFigured youâd tire each other out eventually,â he teases.
You laugh softly, and the buttered bread sizzles as you place it into the pan. As you lay the slices of cheese on top of it you explain, âWasnât like that. Iâm home for the weekend so Tommy can talk to you, actually.â
It surprises him to hear it, in truth. âMe? What for?â
You flush an even deeper crimson. âUhmâŚI think itâs better that you hear it from him,â you say.
Joelâs mind wanders to a million places as you dig out a spatula and flip the grilled cheese. But then a terrifying thought strikes him and Joel suddenly asks, âYouâre not pregnant, are you?â
âEw, no,â you say with a laugh. âBelieve me, Joel, I like creampies just as much as the next girl but Iâm not irresponsible about it.â
This time, itâs his face that warms. Joel swallows hard and sits on the barstool at the island, trying not to think about your inadvertent admission, trying not to imagine it, to imagine how fucking good it would feel toâ
âHere,â you say, placing a glass plate in front of him with a perfectly crispy grilled cheese cut diagonally. Heâs thankful for the distraction, thankful to convince himself the watering of his mouth is from the food in front of him and not the thought of how you would taste on his tongue.
âThanks,â he says simply, trying to massage some of the tension from his shoulders. It had been a long day on the job site and heâll admit to himself only that a grilled cheese and the sight of a pretty girl certainly feels like a treat.
You seem to notice his discomfort and ask, âYou okay?â
He nods and takes a bite of his sandwich. Itâs the most delicious thing heâs ever had and he tries to hold back his moan to no avail. When he looks over at you, youâre wearing a satisfied grin that only widens when he says around another mouthful, âThis is incredible.â
As if itâs the most natural thing in the world, you step up behind him and place your hands on his shoulders. Joel opens his mouth to stop you, to tell you this is wrong, inappropriateâbut then you kneed your fingers into the tender muscle, and his eyes flutter closed.Â
All argument leaves him as quickly as it appeared, and all he can manage to say is, âJesus Christ.â
Your quiet giggle is the cutest thing heâs ever heard. And Joel knows he should be thinking of his brother right now, knows he should be thinking of your father, thinking about the fact that youâre just a young woman, twenty years separating the two of youâŚbut all he can focus on is the way your hands feel on him.
Theyâre warm and soft but clinical in their pursuit, thumbs pressing hard into the muscle that brackets his spine. Your delicate fingers feel like heaven, bringing relief he never realized just how badly he needed.
You slowly massage down his back, pushing against the knots, working them free. When you get to his lower back, he groans when you slip your hands beneath his navy t-shirt. Youâre touching him with no barrier and it steals the breath from his lungs.
Never in his life has he wanted to be touched by someone so badly. Never in his life has he enjoyed the feel of another personâs skin against his so much. Your thumbs dig into the sore muscles, working the tension out.
You lean in so close that he can feel the heat of your breath against the shell of his ear as you say, âWill you take your shirt off?â
Heâs thankful youâre standing behind him, however. Because it means you canât see the way his cock stiffens in his jeans.
The words are tempting and seductive and wrong, he knows. He looks back at you and the heat in your eyes takes him off guard. The angle has his mouth so close to yours youâre sharing the same breath.
Itâs then he knows just how badly you want him. As much as he wants you.
âYou donât have to if you donât want to,â you say. While you speak, your fingertips trace soft patterns into the skin of his lower back.
Joel knows itâs a bad idea, but he does it anyway.
You step away from him only long enough for Joel to grip his t-shirt at the back of his collar and pull it over his head, laying it on the marble countertop.
And then you go back to your ministrations as if nothing changed; massaging the tension from his muscles, starting low and working your way back up to his shoulders this time. But it is different, Joel knows. Because he can feel the heat of your skin against his and his heart rate picks up, a different kind of tension filling him instead.
But it feels so fucking good that he doesnât ever want you to stop.
So, he eats what remains of his grilled cheese. Lets you work the tightness from his bones, trying not to hiss in pain when you touch a particularly tender spot in the center of his back. You lighten the pressure there and begin building back up to it slowly, bringing him to heights of euphoria heâd never known existed.
When he wipes the crumbs from his hands and pushes his now empty plate away, Joel knows he should stop you. But he doesnât, because he can no longer find a reason good enough to say the words. He lets you dote on him in a way he doesnât deserve and soaks it up while it lasts.
And when you press a sweet, chaste kiss to the top of his spine, Joel feels the energy shift but doesnât say anything then, either.
Because he likes the way your lips feel against his skin. Even more so than your soft hands.
You do it again, a little higher this time. You kiss the back of his neck and he shivers. He realizes you can see the goosebumps that break out across his skin, because he can feel the smile on your lips as you press another wet, open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his shoulder.
Joelâs cock has never been this hard, he thinks. Heâs never wanted someone so badly, has never been so incapable of making the right decision as he is at this very moment.
His breath comes fast and labored as you press yourself to him. Youâre not wearing a bra beneath your oversized t-shirt, and he can feel your pebbled nipples against his back. Your hands move forward, circling his abdomen, sliding up and over his chest. He knows he should stop you now, knows this is the beginning of something he can never come back from.
But the two of you are all alone in this big empty house, and how can he deny you? He doesnât have the strength. Not then you slide pretty, delicate fingers over his soft stomach, through the dark curls that disappear into his jeans.
Your hand is slow in its pursuit but still adamant as you palm the bulge in his jeans. Even through the thick denim, the feel of your hands on him makes him shake. He cock throbs with each gentle stroke, each small movement. âYou can tell me to stop,â you tell him. âIs this okay?â
He canât bring himself to say anything, but the moan that escapes him is answer enough. He places his hands on the edge of the counter and straightens his spine, getting a full view as you undo the button of his jeans and lower the metal zipper at an agonizingly slow pace.
And then youâre slipping a hand inside his jeans, below the elastic band of his boxers, and all thoughts eddy out of his head. He can think of nothing, nothing as you begin to stroke him. Your hands are small, barely fitting around his cock, but you make do with what you have and itâs more than enough.
You pull him out of his jeans completely, and itâs a sight to behold, seeing his cock in your pretty hands. He tries to catch his breath as you pull one of your hands away for a single moment. And when it returns, your fingers are sticky with webs of spit.
This time, when you wrap your hand around his cock, youâre able to stoke him a little easier, the added lubrication allowing for freer movement. You move slowly at first, hands grazing from base to tip.
He watches with reverence as you familiarize yourself with him. When a bead of precum forms at the tip of his cock, you use your thumb to add it to the sticky wetness already in your hands. Joel can feel the smile on your face as you continue to press desperate kisses to his spine, and he knows he wonât last long like this.
Watching you stroke him with both of your small hands, watching you take care of him like thisâŚitâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.
So he closes his eyes. Lets himself sink into the moment with you instead, listens to your pretty whimpers as you press your tits against him. He wants to reach around and slide his hand between your thighs but knows better, knows that this is already bad enough.
You tighten your hands around his cock, squeezing a little harder, and he feels his end begin to build at the base of his spine. âFuck.â
âDoes it feel good?â
He tries to breathe slowly, tries to draw it out. But you pick up your pace, stroking him a little faster, and Joel canât stop the groan that escapes him.
âYou make me so wet, Joel,â you whisper against his skin. âI think about you and touch myself sometimes, thinking about how fucking big you are, how good it would feel to have you touch meâŚhow good youâd feel inside of me.â
Your filthy words bring him to the brink. Joel fights it, doesnât want to finish so fast he embarrasses himself. He wants to see the look on your face, wants to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter that he built.
Joel clenches his fists instead. Stays stone still because he knows if he moves an inch heâll be giving into these desires. Knows a single shift in position would have him pulling your shorts down your thighs and licking your pussy until he makes you cry out for God.Â
But itâs not his place.
Itâs not his fucking place, and youâre not his fucking girl.
So he doesnât move.
You do, though.
Joel tries to catch his breath as you pull away from him, the absence of your touch leaving him cold and wanting. But then youâre nudging your way in front of him, in the small space between his knees and the island, and then youâre lowering yourself to the marble floor.
You ever met a girl that loves to suck cock before?
Slowly, you run your hands over his jean-clad thighs. You look up at him through your lashes and he feels a little like heâs being worshipped.
And when you lean forward, pretty, soft tongue licking the underside of his cock, Joel canât keep his hands to himself. His resolve withers, and he threads his fingers through your hair but is careful not to rush you.
He lets you take your time, lets you swirl your tongue over the head, lets you taste every inch of him to your heartâs content. And when you finally take him into your mouth, cheeks hallowed out, creating a tight seal around him, Joelâs head falls back in bliss.
You savor it, relish in it, swallowing him down inch by inch. He hits the back of your throat and still you keep going, choking on him, nose pressed against the hair below his navel. With each pass, you begin to bob your head, tongue smoothing over the sensitive tip. You set an insatiable rhythm, drool sliding down your chin.
It doesnât take him long. His hands tighten in the hair at the nape of your neck and he breaths out, âFuck, fuck, sweetheart, Iâm gonna-â
Your watery eyes meet his and the adoration in them sends him over the edge. Joel finishes at the back of your mouth, your fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs almost painfully, but you take everything he gives you and swallow it down.
Itâs the sexiest thing heâs seen in all his life.
When he finishes, Joel strokes your hair affectionately and you smile up at him with his cock still in your mouth. It makes him laugh, and he realizes how soft and sweet this moment feels. How easy it is. How he never wants it to end.
Slowly, you sit back and begin to stand to your feet. Your lips are swollen and red and glossy, even when you wipe the spit off your chin with the back of your hand.
You cross the kitchen, grab your phone, and make your way to the staircase. âThanks again, Joel. Can you lock up on your way out?â
He doesnât understand how you can feel so casually about this. Doesnât understand how youâre likely texting his brother as if Joelâs cock wasnât just in your mouth, as if the taste of his release doesnât linger on your tongue.Â
The guilt doesnât set in until heâs in bed that night. He canât sleep, because he knows he has to say something to Tommy but knows, too, heâll likely pay the price of a right hook in reparation.Â
At three in the morning he sends a text to his brother; Come over in the morning. Need to talk. Important.Â
Joel doesnât sleep. He lays in bed and thinks of you, as he so often does these days. Thinks about how uncomfortable itâs going to be to tell his little brother that he indulged himself in the pretty little thing heâs been spending all of his time with. He decides heâs just going to say it outright, tell him the truth without beating around the bush, and immediately apologize for it afterward.
Because he is sorry, Joel thinks. Not sorry that he did it, but sorry that itâs hurt people in the process.
How can he come to regret the most gratifying sexual experience of his life? Itâs a comfort, to hear some of Tommyâs words echo in his brain.Â
Weâre not even together.
She doesnât want anything serious.
Itâs like she just wants to fuck and have a good time and thatâs it.
Joel hopes his brother feels a similar way. Tommyâs never once indicated heâs ever wanted to settle down with a woman, butâŚsomething sits in his gut and twists up his insides. Because as much as he wants to deny it, Joel knows thisâŚknows you are different. What Tommy feels for you is different.
Heâs drinking whiskey by ten in the morning for no reason other than to calm his nerves.
And Joelâs thankful for the liquid courage when Tommy finally pulls into the driveway at noon. He comes barrelling through Joelâs front door with a scowl on his face, and for a second Joel wonders if his brother already knows and is here thinking Joel had every intention of keeping this secret of yours.
But when he speaks, Tommy doesnât seem angry. JustâŚconcerned. âWhatâs up, man? Pretty ominous text to wake up to. Whereâs Sarah? She alright?â
Joel shakes his head and raises a hand between them. âSarahâs fine, sheâs alright,â he says quickly. âStaying with a friend this weekend. Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned it wasnât a life or death situation.âÂ
For Tommy, anyway.
With a slow nod, Tommyâs shoulders slump and he drops himself onto the couch. âAlright, then. Thatâs good. I was worried, came haulinâ ass over here.â Itâs then he notices the tumbler in Joelâs hand, half filled with amber-colored liquid. âYou good, Joel?â
He takes a seat next to his brother and tries to recite the speech in his head. But nothing comes out. Joel opens and closes his mouth once, twice, and then finishes off the whiskey in his glass.
Tommyâs patient, for what itâs worth. He lets Joel adjust in his seat three different times, saying nothing while he tries to find the courage heâs been building for the last twelve hours.
âIâŚI, uhmâŚI have to tell you something anâ IâŚâ Joel shakes his head and squeezes his jaw. âAlright, look. IâŚdid something.â
A quiet, curt sort of laugh leaves Tommy. âI know what happened last night, Joel. She already told me.â
It surprises him. Not that you told him, Joel canât fault you for that considering heâs presently trying to do the same thing. Whatâs surprising is that Tommy seems relaxed about the whole situation. Relieved, even.
A million different questions surface on the tip of his tongue, but only one comes out. âWhat?â
âItâs alright, man,â Tommy says, laying a comforting hand on Joelâs shoulder.
âYouâre notâŚmad? I donât understand. I let herââ
Tommyâs mouth stretches into one of the widest smiles Joelâs ever seen on his brotherâs face. âIt was good, huh?â
Joel doesnât know if saying yes is a good idea. Doesnât know if a simple three-letter word is sufficient enough for the things you made him feel with that pretty, pink tongue of yours.Â
But it seems his thoughts are written plainly on his face. âFuck yeah, it was,â Tommy says with a laugh. âShe called me right after you left her house last night. Told me everything. She makes a mean grilled cheese too, doesnât she?â
Try as he might, Joel canât seem to wrap his head around whatâs happening. Canât seem to process his brotherâs ease, his indifference. He tries to put himself in Tommyâs place but knows that if it was his bed you slept in for the last week, Joel would be furious to learn youâd wound up on your knees for someone else.
But if that someone was Tommy? His own brother?
Maybe thatâs why itâs different. Because Joel would never do something to hurt his brother intentionally. And he knows, too, that Tommy would never do it to him, either.
He trusts his brother with everything in him. Thereâs not another soul on the planet who knows him like Tommy does. So, surely, he knows that what you and Joel did wasnât born of malicious intent, right?
âSheâs a sweet little thing,â Tommy says quietly, as if theyâre sharing a secret. âBut that mouth on her is somethinâ else. Sheâs a talker, through and through.â Thereâs pride on his face as he speaks. âSaid she felt real bad, runninâ out on you like that, but sheâd gotten so wet from just goinâ down on you that I could hear it through the fuckinâ phone, Joel.â
Though he tries not to, Joel begins to wonder what would have happened if youâd stayed, if you hadnât disappeared so fast to take care of the ache that had settled between your thighs.
It would have been only fair, right? You helped him. He would have helped you.
âShe wanted me to talk to you about something, anyway,â Tommy says.
Heâd nearly forgotten that youâd mentioned the same thing last night in all the chaos. It piques his interest, because what on Earth could you need Tommy to ask him?
But his answer comes quickly when his brother says carefully, âYou remember a couple of weeks ago when I told you what her biggest fantasy is?â
A threesome.
Joelâs standing from the couch and shaking his head before his brother gets another word out. âHave you lost your fuckinâ mind, Tommy?â
âJoel, just listenââ
âListen to what, man? You got any idea what youâre askinâ me right now?â
Thereâs a smirk on his face as he stares at Joel from the couch, looking just as comfortable as if they were having a normal conversation about what they should eat for dinner. âIâm askinâ you to fuck my girlfriend,â he says.
Somehow, the word girlfriend surprises Joel more than the rest. Itâs the very first time heâs ever called anyone his girlfriend. âI thought you werenât together.â
Tommy shrugs. âCall it what you will. Does it really matter?â
âYeah, Tommy, it does matter. Look me in the eye and tell me you donât have feelings for this girl. Tell me this doesnât mean anythinâ to you, that doing somethinâ like this wouldnât fuck it all up in a minute.â
He shakes his head. âCanât lie to you, brother. âCourse she means somethinâ to me. Thatâs why I wanna give her everything she wants. And she wants you too, Joel. Is that so bad?â
Joel sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots.
For a second, a single second, he considers it. Thinks about how any price is worth it for a single night with you, to hear the sound of your moans, to feel your warm breath against his neck again. Heâd bet you sound real pretty, all filled up with him.
âDonât trust anyone else to take care of her the way I do,â Tommy says. âNo one but you.â
Itâs too much. Itâs way too much to ask of him.
âYouâre insane, Tommy,â he says, grabbing his whiskey glass from the coffee table and escaping to the kitchen to refill it. He wishes he had something a little stronger.
Heâs not surprised when his brother follows him to the kitchen. Tommy leans against the archway and says, âYou can say no.â
âGood, 'cause Iâm sayinâ no.â
Tommy laughs, but Joel thinks thereâs no joke to be found. âJust wanted you to know the offerâs there and sheâd jump at the opportunity. Yâknow, if you change your mind, that is. Ask her about it, if you wanna.â
âI wonât.â
He raises his hands in surrender. âAlright, not tryinâ to push it or anything. You know how to get ahold of me.â
And then his brother retreats, leaving Joel with nothing but his whiskey and his thoughts.
Thoughts that run rampant in his brain. Filthy images of you beneath him, back arched in pleasure, pretty mouth hung open just wide enough for Tommy to slip inside.
How terrible would it be, really? Tommy might have impulsive tendencies, but he seems so sure of this. And if thereâs not an ounce of jealousy in his brother, so much so that he offers you to Joel like some sort of prizeâŚmaybe there wonât be the repercussions Joelâs afraid of.
Maybe itâll be as Tommy says. Maybe it would just be a good, safe way to give you what you want, to indulge your wildest desires.Â
And it would certainly be an indulgence for him. Just feeling your hands on him had brought Joel bliss like heâd never known. He canât imagine how much higher heâd feel if he could taste you, if he could finish deep inside of you and not at the back of your throat.
It takes twenty minutes of pacing in his kitchen and another ten of shaking the nerves from his hands before he picks up the phone and calls you.
âHey, Joel. I was just thinking about you.â
âSâthat right?â
âMmhm. DidâŚdid Tommy talk to you yet? He told me he was going to this morning.âÂ
âYeah, sweetheart. He did.â
A strange sort of silence stretches on. He can hear your hesitance and realizes youâre just as nervous as he is. âAnd? What did youâŚwhat did you say?â
He doesnât have the heart to tell you he declined the offer. Not when it was a no mostly out of fear and unease. âYou wanna tell me how this is gonna work?â
You snort and he can almost see the playful smirk on your face. âI think you know how it works, Joel.â
âThatâs not what I mean,â he says, but canât fight off the smile that climbs onto his face and makes a home there. âBrat.â
âHm, I think I prefer the term princess.â
Joel laughs but thinks the name is real fitting. He can see why Tommy likes you so muchâcan understand why he wants to give you everything it is that you desire. Everything about you is so playful and carefree and innocent. Youâre just so sweet. A tooth-rotting confectionary.Â
âI donât know how itâll work,â you finally say. âIâve never done something like this before, but I know itâs what I want.â
Your conviction is reassuring. Both you and Tommy seem certain that this is the path you want to take, no unease to be found within either of you. But itâs not the physical that worries him. ItâsâŚeverything else. âAnâ what happens if it becomes something more? Sex is just sex until it isnât.â
He can hear the smile in your words as you ask, âYou worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?â
âIâm beinâ serious,â he insists. âTommy feels somethinâ for you. I know it and I think you probably do, too. I donât want to do this and ruin what the two of you have been workinâ on.â
âYou wonât ruin anything,â you insist. âAnd ifâŚif things do getâŚcomplicated, then weâll just take it day by day. No use in worrying about something that might not happen, right?â
Itâs such a naive way of thinking. Joel wishes he wouldnât have said no so quickly. Wishes, too, that you were a little different. Maybe if you werenât so sweet, so tempting, he wouldnât be so worried about âcatching feelings,â as youâd put it.
Your voice is quieter as you say, âFor what itâs worth, JoelâŚI like you, too.â
By the end of the phone call, you manage to convince him to consider it. To genuinely give the idea a shot, to weigh all the pros and cons. You promise not to be disappointed with either decision and though he knows the whole thing has been your idea, Joel believes you.
Several days later, Joel stops by with the intent to fix the creaky hinges on the door to the pool. But the moment he steps into the kitchen, Joel forgets all about the task at hand because he can hear your moans echoing through the house.
He follows them like a moth to a flame.
The door to your fatherâs bedroom is wide open. And in the center of the king-sized bed, covered with gray satin sheets, is you and Tommy.
Tommyâs turned away from the door, but youâre looking right at it. Looking right at Joel, as you bounce in his brotherâs lap. When your eyes connect with him, your pace only picks up, your moans only grow louder.
Joel watches, frozen in time, as you chase your release. Tommy swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. You thread your fingers through his hair and moan his name but you stare right at Joel.
He canât breathe. Has suddenly forgotten the process of inhalation. Heâs seen you in your bikini but never like this, never completely bare. Youâre beautiful, Joel thinks. Beautiful in a godly way; a woman the poets write for, a woman the sculptors display in cathedrals.
You reach a hand between your bodies, circling your clit and arching your back.
The thought doesnât even cross Joelâs mind that he should leave, that he should give the two of you some privacy. It feels right that heâs here.Â
You grind yourself on Tommyâs cock and give Joel the sweetest, most innocent smile as you say, âItâs so big, youâre so deep. God, fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Tommy grabs at the soft swell of your ass, lifting you just to slam you back down onto his lap. âYeah? Gonna cum all over this dick, princess?â
I prefer the term princess.
No need to wonder why, Joel thinks.
âMmhm, yes, yes, right there.â
âCan feel her gettinâ all messy,â Tommy says. âIf I knew youâd get this wet ridinâ me in your daddyâs bed I wouldâve said yes weeks ago, pretty girl.â
Joel knows the reason youâre all worked up has nothing to do with the location and everything to do with his eyes on you, but he stays silent. Stays still.
Even as he watches you fall apart on his brother's cock and soak the satin sheets beneath him. Even as Tommy does the thing that Joelâs been dreaming about every night for days, filling you up with his release.Â
He doesnât linger. He doesnât fix the creaky hinges, either.
Joel barely makes it back to his truck before heâs reaching into his jeans to stroke his cock, right there in the driveway in broad fucking daylight.
It only takes a few quick tugs before he covers his hand in sticky ropes of cum. He tries to catch his breath, wiping the mess youâve made of him onto his jeans and driving home ten over the limit. Before he makes it inside to shower and change, Joel sends a text message to both you and Tommy that reads; Okay. Iâm in. My place. Friday night at ten.
He tries not to think about it too much. Tries to go on about his work week like normal, going through the motions of making dinner each night and taking Sarah to school every morning with Tommy in the passenger seat.
They donât talk about it, though Joel can sometimes feel his brother staring at him a little too long as if thereâs something he wants to say. But he doesnât. They donât bring it up until after Joel drops Sarah off at her friendâs house for another weekend-long slumber party.Â
Tommy says, âIâm gonna take her out for dinner. Do you want to come with us? Could help break the ice a little. Loosen you up.â
He agrees, and instead of going home, they pick you up from your house. Youâre wearing a pleated blue skirt thatâs a little too short, but Joel thinks you look like something divine. Tommy helps you up into the truck, and everything starts to feel real the moment youâre sitting between them. Joel behind the wheel, Tommy on the passenger side.
You look so small in the center of the cab, surrounded by two brothers who possess nothing but longing for you. Like pretty prey caught in the clutches of two predators.
Joel has to readjust himself in his seat when you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. Sweet. âMissed you,â you say. âYou look good. You both do.â
He doesnât comment on the fact that theyâre both still in their work attire; dirty blue jeans, sun-faded t-shirts, and muddy boots. Heâs surprised to hear your appreciation, considering how put together you always seem to be.
But maybe thatâs the appeal for you. The blue-collar archetype. Your daddy probably expects you to marry the son of one of his friends, just another rich boy.
If he could see you nowâŚ
Tommy slides his hand to the inside of your thigh and squeezes. âYou hungry, princess? Letâs get you somethinâ to eat.â
As much as he hates to admit when his brotherâs right, dinner works wonders for Joelâs nerves. The three of you talk the entire time; you tell Joel about your friends and the subjects youâre studying in that fancy college you got into on a full ride. Itâs not the one your father wanted you to attend, but itâs the one you wanted.
Even though he knows Tommy has heard it all before, he lets you and Joel have this moment. He sits beside you and smiles at you as you speak, eyes glued to the side of your face and full of adoration. Joel realizes then that he thinks his brother might be in love with you.
He gets it. Thinks it must have been a real easy fall.
Tommy slots himself in the conversation naturally. The two of you clue Joel in on some of your inside jokes and it doesnât feel weird at all. He doesnât feel left out like heâd worried he might be, and he doesnât feel jealous when you steal bites from Tommyâs plate because you steal things from Joelâs, too.
Itâs easy. Nothing feels forced, no conversation out of place.
Halfway through the meal, you switch sides of the booth and sit next to Joel instead. You lay your head on his shoulder and he holds your hand beneath the table and it feels right. Tommy smiles at the two of you and carries on with his story as if the dynamic youâve created has existed for years and not just hours.
When itâs time to go home, Joel finds that his nerves have completely vanished.
Tommy offers to drive. And heâs thankful for it because it allows him to focus on just you.
You take Joelâs hand and lay it in your lap, palm open. He shivers as you trace the lines in his hand. You ask him, âHow are you feeling?â
And the answer comes to him easily. âGood,â he says. âBetter.â
âTold you,â Tommy says, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. âSheâs a real good girl, Joel. Always does as sheâs told.â
Even though the sun is setting below the horizon, he can see the crimson that stains your cheeks and it brings a smile to his face. âSâthat right?â He takes your chin gently in his hand and forces you to look up at him. âYou a real good listener, sweetheart?â
âYeah, she is,â Tommy answers wistfully. âWhy donât you gââhead and give Joel some sugar, princess.â
You lean into Joelâs side, pressing a kiss to his jaw. It feels good just being close to you, holding you in his hands, but when you touch him, itâs something else entirely. An uncontrollable desire, an unfamiliar sort of decadence.
Joel cradles your face in his big hand, thumb stroking your cheekbone, and gently presses his lips to yours. Itâs soft at first, a tender curiosity. He kisses you again, a little more heated this time, and when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip you grant him access as if itâs second nature.Â
His tongue explores yours, tangling together, invading your sweet mouth. Joel thinks you taste a little like honey and a whole lot like fortuity. If you had asked him ten years ago if heâd ever imagined heâd be in this spot, tasting the inside of his brotherâs girlfriendâs mouth, Joel would have said it was a delusional thought.Â
Yet here he was, cock stiffening in his jeans from something as simple as a kiss. Like heâs some teenage boy, experiencing a woman for the first time.
But it is his first time experiencing you, and Joel knows thatâs what makes all the difference.Â
The kiss turns sloppy and desperate. And when your panting breaths turn to moans, Joel realizes Tommyâs hand on your thigh has disappeared beneath your skirt.
It surprises him, the magnitude of the moment. Joel would have thought heâd feel jealous somehow, envious that his brotherâs touching you and heâs not. But thereâs nothing but satisfaction to be found. Joel likes to see the dark look in your eye, likes to see your breath hitch in your throat.
He takes your legs and spreads them wide, draping your thigh over his, giving his brother more room to touch you.
âWhat do you think, brother? Think we should give her what she needs before we even get home?â
Your face is so close to his that your breath fans across his spit-covered lips as you say so beautifully, âPlease, Joel.â
A smirk finds its way to his mouth. âYou look so fuckinâ pretty when you beg, sweetheart,â he says. âSâthat what you want? Hm?â
You nod frantically, eyes pleading.
âHold your skirt up, baby,â Tommy instructs. And you do as he says without question, fabric bunching around your hips.Â
Joel canât deny the pleasure he finds in discovering youâre completely bare beneath. Even from his spot in the passenger seat, he can see how glossy your pussy is with arousal, desperate to be touched by both of them. âOhâŚlook at that, Tommy. She wants it bad, doesnât she?â
âAlways does, brother. Needy little thing. Sâwhy she needs the two of us,â Tommy says. His fingers trail lazily over your slit, a teasing caress. He presses his index finger against your clit and makes a satisfied hum, a sound that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. âCan feel your heartbeat right here, princess. Tell Joel what you want.â
âI want him to touch me,â you say, a little bit breathless. âWant him to make me cum while you kiss me. You taste so good, Joel. You make me so wet.â
The words donât sound filthy or obscene in your voice, despite how vulgar they are. Joel squeezes your jaw in his hand and delights in the way you grin when he says, âEyes on me, sweetheart. Wanna see the look on your face when he fills you up with his fingers.â
Youâre so pretty, Joel thinks. But itâs nothing compared to the way your pupils dilate as his brother stretches you open. Your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to crush his mouth to yours, to taste the sweetness you possess.Â
He drinks up your moans as Tommy sets a steady pace between your thighs. Joel grabs the back of your knee with a rough hand and spreads your legs further apart. He can hear how wet you are, can feel the goosebumps as they form down the column of your throat.
Joel pulls away from your spellbinding kiss only to catch his breath. âHowâs it feel, baby? That feel good, hm? Tommy takinâ good care of you?â
âYes, yesâmmmâfuck. His hands are so big, feel so fucking good,â you whimper. One hand is clutching Joelâs shirt, holding on for dear life, and you move the other to rest on his cock. You gently knead it over his jeans, and he wonders if you can feel just how hard he is for you.
It doesnât take long until his brother has you trembling. Your thighs shake and a crease forms between your brows as you chase after the relief you seek.
He kisses you again, tongue brushing against yours, and when you breathe Joelâs name into his mouth he knows what you need before you even ask.Â
Slowly, experimentally, Joelâs hand on your knee travels upwards. Over the soft skin of your thigh, taking it all in, savoring youâand then his fingers are circling your clit while Tommyâs are shoved deep inside of you, curved to hit the perfect spot, and you come undone within seconds.Â
âOh, God, Tommy, Iââ
âI know, baby, itâs okay. Go ahead,â he says, giving you full permission.Â
The words are the last thing you need to reach the full height of euphoria. Youâre reduced to a trembling mess in his hands and Joel thinks this is so much better than his dreams. Better than standing in the doorway, watching you, wishing he could hold you.
âThatâs it,â Joel praises. âThere you go. Beinâ so good for us, sweetheart.â Wetness coats his fingers as he continues to circle your clit until your breath stutters in your chest. He kisses you hard as Tommyâs rhythm begins to slow, eventually stilling completely.Â
You wince as they both pull their hands away from you at the same time, a synchronized movement.Â
Tommy pulls the truck into Joelâs driveway and chuckles as he looks at you, skirt still hiked up around your hips, limbs boneless. He strokes the side of your face and kisses your hair. âYouâre alright, princess. Weâre just gettinâ started.â
Joel climbs out of the truck and adjusts your skirt, holding you with an arm around your waist to ensure your balance until both feet are on the ground. Tommy comes to your side and slides his hand into yours, handing Joel the keys.
While he works to unlock the front door, Joel canât help but smile at the sound of your sweet giggles. He looks over his shoulder to see his brother kissing your neck and grabbing your ass, and the two of you look so infatuated with one another that itâs intoxicating. A magnetism he canât help but be drawn to, a warmth he wants to embrace.
The minute you walk in the door youâve got your hands on Joel again. You slip them beneath his t-shirt and heâs thrilled to give you what you want. He pulls it off over his head, discarding it on the back of the couch, and lets out a pleased sigh as you begin peppering wet kisses over his chest, down his sternum, fingers grabbing needily at his skin.Â
Tommy stands behind you as you lower yourself to your knees between them. He runs his hands through your hair lovingly and says, âShow him what you do best, baby.â
You smile up at him and it takes Joelâs breath away. Heâs never seen someone so pleased to please him, never felt this wanted in all his life. The metal of his belt buckle clinks against the button of his jeans as you undo them, pulling down his zipper in a way thatâs familiar to you now.
When you pull his cock out, you wrap one hand around it and guide the tip to your mouth. Heâs so hard already that he aches, but the feel of your soft tongue on him grants him ease. You lick every inch of him, an indulgent sort of torture. And then youâre swallowing him down, creating a tight seal with your plush lips.
Your mouth feels like heaven, Joel thinks.
âLook at the way sheâs got her legs pressed together,â Tommy murmurs, thumb caressing your temple gently. âGets so turned on with a dick in her mouth she just doesnât know what to do with herself.â
âWeâre gonna take care of that for you,â Joel says, cupping your jaw in his hand. He shifts it a little lower and can feel the outline of his cock through your throat as you swallow him down, gasping for air you never once ask for. âGonna take care of everythinâ for you, sweetheart.â
Pleasure coils around his spine, a vise-like grip that threatens to end this night well before heâs ready for it.
Tommy grabs a handful of your hair and draws your head back. Strands of spit still connect you to him and drool runs down your chin. Itâs the most pornographic thing heâs ever seen. Tommy laughs and says, âI know, brother. Sâalmost too good.â
Joel knows it should be a strange thing to hear, but it feels innate. He helps you back to your feet and pulls your shirt over your head while Tommy unzips the back of your skirt and slides it down your legs.
You turn and wrap your arms around Tommyâs neck and he lifts you up in his arms like itâs second nature. Joel supposes it isâthe two of you have had a whole lot more practice together than he has. Tommy starts towards the stairs, heading towards Joelâs bedroom, but you let out a whine and reach out for him.
He canât deny how warm it makes him feel, seeing you all wrapped up in his brother but still reaching for his hand. The smile you give him the moment he touches you makes his heart constrict in his chest. Itâs such a soft, intimate moment, and Joel can think of nothing but your conversation on the phone last week.
You worried about catching feelings for me, Joel Miller?
He wasnât a week ago. But nowâŚ? Now, heâs not so sure.
Tommy lays you down in the center of Joelâs bed and the sight of it pushes away his anxiety. Youâre so beautiful with your hair splayed out behind you, an angelic sort of halo. The thought crosses his mind that you might have always been meant to exist in his bed.
It feels like second nature to crawl over you, to let his hands roam over your chest, your ribs, your hips. Joel follows each caress with a kiss, mouth following the echo of his hands. He sucks a bruise into your hip, ensuring this moment is real with physical, tangible evidence.
When he gets to the crease of your thigh, Joel sits up and spreads your legs wide. âLook at that,â he whispers. Tommyâs pulling off his worn t-shirt and working on his jeans but pauses long enough to appreciate the sight of your pussy, glossy with arousal and what remains of your first release. âSheâs so fuckinâ pretty, ainât she?â
âYeah, she is,â Tommy agrees. âTasteâs real pretty, too.â He leans over and presses his mouth to yours, a messy, needy sort of kiss. You whimper as Tommy asks, âWhat dâyou think, princess? Think Joel should get a taste? Hm?â
âYes,â you say without hesitation. âI want it so bad, Tommy, please.â
âWant it, huh?â Joel slots himself between your thighs, his mouth an inch from where that ache resides. âMaybe we should make her wait a little longer, Tommy. Make her wait âtil she needs it.â
âNo, no, please,â you cry. You buck your hips, trying to find reprieve, but Joelâs hands on your waist hold firm. âI do, I do, I need it, Joel, please, please.â
He looks to his brother to make the decision. Tommyâs got a wicked grin on his face as he watches you writhe on Joelâs sheets. âThink youâve been real good today. But donât go forgettinâ your manners, princess. When Joel licks that pretty pussy of yours, you better say thank you.â
The moment he slides his tongue through your slit, your spine bends, arching off the mattress. Your shoulders slump and your breath comes fast. âOh my god,â you moan. âThank you, Joel, fuck.â
He tries to give you the same tentative treatment youâve given him; tracing every inch of you with the flat of his tongue, memorizing the sweet taste, sucking your clit into his mouth. He can feel it pulse with need, and Joel understands the fever.
Your thighs clamp down around his head but Joel doesnât mind. He just presses his mouth against you harder and flicks his tongue a little faster.
âTommy,â you whimper. Joel looks up to see your chest heave with each shaking breath. You reach out for his brother with trembling fingers.
âIâm comin', baby,â Tommy says softly. âDonât you worry.â The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels beside you. He cradles your head in his hand, supporting your neck while he eases his cock into your mouth.Â
Itâs the hottest thing Joel Miller has ever seen in his fucking life.
You grind yourself against his face and he supplies the friction you seek. Arousal coats his facial hair, enveloping his senses in nothing but you. Your moans, your taste, your scentâyou, you you. He thinks heâll never want it any other way but this.
Tommy guides your mouth with a hand wrapped in the tangled strands of your hair. He fucks your face and you whimper around his cock like thereâs nothing else in the world that could ever compare. He smiles down at you and says, âYouâre gonna make her cum, Joel. Can you feel it? Getâs real sloppy when sheâs right there, right on the edge.â
Joel groans against you and focuses his mouth on your clit, giving him just enough room to slip a finger inside you to massage that sweet spot.
You stretch your arms above you and fist your hands in the sheets. When you reach the summit, Joel can feel it on his tongue, can feel your pussy tighten around his finger, can feel your thighs shake around his head.
Tommy pulls your head back, giving you a moment to breathe as another orgasm surges through you. Your moans echo in Joelâs room, the prettiest-sounding symphony heâs ever heard. âGood fuckinâ girl,â Tommy praises, just as breathless as you. âBeinâ such a good girl for us, baby.â
Joel doesnât relent, doesnât stop licking your clit until youâre giggling and twisting in his hands at the overstimulation. You sound so satisfied, so happy. It pleases him to see the elation on your face. When he finally pulls away, Joel snakes his arms beneath you and pulls you up to your knees. âSo good,â Joel agrees. âBut sheâs gonna give us another one, arenât you, sweetheart?â
All you can do is nod and it makes both brothers laugh.
âSheâs usually got so much to say,â Tommy teases. âThink weâve got her fucked dumb, brother.â
âThatâs alright,â Joel whispers. âWeâll do all the thinkinâ for her, hm? Take such good care of this sweet little pussy. Turn around, baby. On your hands and knees.â
You do as he says blissfully, ass arched beautifully on display for him. Tommy maneuvers himself in front of you and you take him in your mouth on instinct. Second nature, habitual.
Joel positions himself behind you and slides the head of his cock through your slit. âThis what you want, sweet girl? This what you dream of?â
Leaning back, you stroke Tommy with your hand and look up at him as you answer Joelâs question. âYes,â you say. âI havenât stopped thinking about it since I saw you. Knew I needed you, Joel. Knew I needed you both.â
âThreeâs a crowd, princess,â Tommy says. âBut I think I like this one.â
Joelâs inclined to agree. He pushes into you slowly, sighing in contentment at the gratifying tightness. Youâre so wet, so warm. âGoddamn, baby,â he groans, gripping the supple flesh of your ass to keep himself tethered to earth, to keep himself grounded.Â
Tommy holds your face in his hands, smoothing his cock over your lips. âOh, she likes it, Joel,â he says. âShould see her face. Can I take a picture, baby? So Joel can see how happy you look with his dick all up in your guts? Hm?â
The words are crude but Joel can feel you tighten around him as Tommy speaks. âMmhm,â is all you can say, sticking your tongue out to lick the underside of Tommyâs cock.
He reaches over to the nightstand where his cell phone sits. Tommy angles his phone just right, and the shutter echoes in the room as he takes his photos.
Joel pushes into you real slow. And when heâs buried to the hilt you let out a gasp and hold onto Tommyâs thigh for support, balance wavering. âIt feels so fucking good,â you say.
Tommy takes a couple more photos, tries a couple of different angles. But Joel thinks no image will ever beat the one in front of him.
He watches your pussy stretch to make room for him, watches you soak his cock, desperate for it. Tilting his hips forward, Joel sets a steady pace, easily finding a rhythm that has you moaning out his name.Â
Satisfied with his work, Tommy sets his phone back on the nightstand in favor of the filthy exhibit before him. He guides his cock back to your mouth, groaning at the feel of your tongue.Â
Joel thrusts into you and feels that coil begin to form around the base of his spine again.
Youâre moaning around Tommyâs cock and heâs smiling like thereâs no place else heâd rather be. Joel understands that, tooâbecause he thinks youâre the most perfect girl that could have ever stumbled into their lives. âSâthis what you needed, princess? Needed us both, hm? Dirty little girl.â
âOur girl,â Joel muses, captivated by the way you squeeze him as he says it. He fits so perfectly inside you, like you were made for him, made for this. âStretchinâ her out so easy, brother. Sweet little pussyâs just cryinâ for it.â
Tommyâs head falls back and his hips stutter. âJust like that, princess,â he praises gently. âYeah, shitâgonna swallow it all like a good little girl, ainât you?âÂ
You make a sound of approval at the back of your throat. Joel can see you look up at his brother, cock-drunk and starry-eyed, and he feels his chest pull tight with a strange sense of pride.
Joel slows his pace just a little, long enough for Tommy to take what he needs from you, for you to focus on just him. And then heâs breathing hard as he holds your head still, nose pressed against his navel. His shoulders draw tight and then gradually relax as he spills his release at the back of your throat.Â
When Tommy pulls out of you, his cock is covered in spit and cum but you do as he says, dutifully swallowing it all up like the perfect girl you are. And you even clean any remaining mess with your tongue, licking it up with sweet reverence.
Heâs closeâso close it aches, but he wants you to give him another before this is other. Wants to make it worth your while, wants to know how it feels to make you cum while heâs buried deep inside you.Â
You arch your back and press your cheek against the mattress, looking back at Joel from over your shoulder.
Tommy moves to your side, smoothing your hair out of your face with one hand, and then he slips the other beneath you and circles your clit with skilled, deft fingers.
The response is instantaneous. Joel can feel your pussy pulse around him, sees the strain on your face as you fight the pleasure. You say his brother's name like a prayer shrouded in ecstasy.
But Tommy just shakes his head. âNah, princess. Ainât up to me this time. You gotta ask Joel permission.â
He doesnât understand at first, this almost silent communication between the two of you. But then you say, âJoel, please. Please please, I need to cum so bad, it feels too good.â
You sound so fucking pretty, begging for him like that. âBeen so goodâŚI think youâve earned it,â he says gently. âGo âhead, sweetheart.â
Tommy continues to circle your clit as you clench around Joelâs cock, uttering quiet praises in your ear.Â
You tighten around him and Joelâs right there, right thereâand then you say, âCum with me, Joel, please. Cum with me, I wanna feel it.â
And it sends him over the edge. His name in your mouth, begging him to fill you up. He buries himself so deep inside you that thereâs no telling where he ends and you begin, and itâs the best orgasm heâs ever had in his fucking life.Â
You shudder beneath him and Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to your spine. He thrusts into you until the last drop, giving you all of it, giving you everything he has to offer.
As you come down, Tommy pulls his hand from beneath you and combs his fingers through your hair. Heâs got that stupid grin on his face, but Joelâs not sure heâs ever seen his brother this happy before.Â
The three of you just lay there for a moment, saying nothing, unmoving, basking in the afterglow. Joelâs not quite sure how heâs meant to navigate this, not sure what heâs supposed to say or how heâs supposed to feel about the fact that the best sex heâs ever had was with his brotherâs little girlfriend.Â
But he does know how to take care of a woman. So, he does. Joel eases himself out of you and disappears for only long enough to find a washcloth, wet it with cool water from the bathroom sink, and grab an icy bottle of water from the fridge.Â
When he returns to his bedroom, Tommy holds you in his arms while you speak to him in a hushed tone. It worries him a little, truthfully.
So when Joel sits on the side of his bed to clean the light sheen of sweat off your forehead and the mess between your legs, he asks, âEverythinâ okay?â
âEverythingâs good. So, so good,â you answer easily, giving him one of those honeyed smiles.
Tommy takes the bottle of water from Joelâs hand and breaks the seal. âDrink,â he says, passing it to you. And you do, listening so obediently.
But the moment your hands are free again you say, âJoel? Can I ask you something?â
âAnything,â he says. And he means it. Whatever it is you need, whatever it is you want, Joel wants to give to you. Heâs come to understand his brother in this, too.
âDo you think youâd want toâŚI donât know. Maybe we could do it again?â
He laughs. Genuinely, truly laughs, because Tommyâs been right this whole time. Youâre insatiable.
But you quickly amend your words. Saying, âI mean, notâŚnot now. But maybeâŚmaybe I could stay? For the weekend?â
Joel finds the thought of you leaving at the end of the night an unbearable one. And he knows heâll likely feel the same once Sunday evening rolls around, and heâs not quite sure what that means for him or you or TommyâŚbut maybe itâs not something he has to worry about today.Â
He kisses your forehead and says, ââCourse you can, sweetheart.â
And then youâre reaching for him again, urging him beneath the sheets. You lay your head on Joelâs chest and drape your leg over Tommyâs hip, and you look so at ease, so peaceful that his heart constricts at the sight. Youâre so good, so sweet, and Joel thinks heâd do anything to keep you happy.
Later, as your soft snores and shallow breaths fill the silence, Tommy playfully kicks Joel in the shin and says, âAinât no use tryinâ to talk yourself off the ledge, brother. Easier to just enjoy the freefall. Take it day by day.â
Joel thinks his brother might be right. Thinks that this might get complicated and messy and dangerousâŚbut for now, for todayâŚheâll savor the sugary sweetness while it lasts.
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